Welcome to Gaia! ::

Fang stood in the large park he'd asked everyone to meet at in his message.

Deep breath.

His ears twitched as he started to hear people arriving. He felt unnaturally calm. Perhaps that wasn't a good sign, but he didn't need to worry about that right now. Not when everything else was... just... so much. He needed to concern himself with his planet, making it safe again, and with all the people arriving to help him. The sheer amount of them overwhelmed him—the fact that so many people wanted to help him nearly made his knees buckle from the weight of emotion that crashed into him.

He managed to remain standing and cleared his throat a little, hoping to keep a hold of the calmness. He needed to look like he knew what he was doing.

"Thank, all, for coming. Fang honored to see many come to help him." He paused for a moment, looking at everyone again instead of over their heads. "Fang is dark. And cold. Fang see... big monster. Fang not know what it is—just big. And smell of rot."

He had a deep and terrible feeling he did know what it was—who it was. But though he was grateful for these stranger's help, they didn't need to know all of the personal details. Especially since Fang didn't want to believe it. Not until he knew for absolute certain.

Super Murikabushi of Hunger
Action: Giving Fang an encouraging smile and being quiet.

Naturally, Murikabushi had expected people to turn out for this. Coming to help Fang clear the Chaos infestation off his planet just sounded like the sort of thing that anyone would want to help with. Aside from the obvious fact that clearing Chaos off the worlds it had infected a thousand years ago would do much to help in the grand scheme of things, there was also the Fang factor of it all.

If anyone out there didn’t think that Fang was wonderful and worth helping, then Muri didn’t believe their opinions were worthy of respect in a democratic society.

Still, Muri carried himself somewhat hesitantly as he and Elsa showed up to the spot where Fang had asked people to meet up. Trying to minimize his height too much wouldn’t work—aside from the fact that he was unfairly tall even without his heels, the last time Muri had done that, he’d created an unwitting drama-bomb all over Telesto’s party anyway—but Muri nevertheless tried to project an air of I am and always have been a normal White Moon senshi, nothing to see here.

Because there shouldn’t have been anything to see here.

Yes, Muri had known plenty of people among the White Moon’s ranks prior to purifying. Yes, he had had some good encounters with some of them, as well as some less-than-good encounters with others. At least one of those people he’d been a rancid little b***h to, he expected to show up for this because said Knight cared about Fang, so of course he had a right to be here.

But it was going to be fine, Muri had decided. Because it needed to be fine.

Who or what Muri had been or said before didn’t matter (frankly, Muri didn’t think that who he was now should have mattered either). Helping Fang was what mattered. Besides, most of the people here, Muri didn’t recognize at all, which meant they had no reason to think that he’d ever been a Dark Mirror Chaos rat.

Standing beside Elsa, Muri gave Fang a small smile and a nod. This was an important day for him, and Muri would do everything he could to help make Fang’s planet safe again.

Sailor Parsifal of Alternatives

Parsifal was still feeling the effects of the magic mushrooms he'd taken just before powering up and receiving the broadcast request for help from… Fang, was it? That was a cool Senshi name! He'd done some reading and learned that Parsifal was a pretty cool name too, beyond the fact that it was his, but Fang? That was pretty epic!

Bouncing into the park where everything seemed to happen, he came to a stop near the front, standing next to another Senshi. This one was clearly special; his fuku was elaborate, with a petticoat and everything. He looked the other Senshi up and down. "Hi! You're tall! I like your outfit, you're really pretty!" he beamed.

Then he turned his gnat-like attention to the speaker at the front. "He has ears!" he whispered to his new friend. "That's so cool! ….He really does have ears, right?" Parsifal wasn't sure any longer what was real and what might be the 'shrooms.

Michel, Knight of Saturn
Action: Arrived with Lysithea, Malus, Adria, and Varuna; only judging Murikabushi a little

Fang at present was not a pleasant world, and while it typically rivaled Mont Saint Michel in terms of its welcomeness, these days it seemed like it felt far worse. There was an uncomfortable sickness that clung to the world, and the last time they’d gone up, Michel hadn’t been able to shake the sensation of someone–something–watching them.

He’d been glad to be back on Earth.

Now, he was glad to be going back with an army.

Even if it included that ex-Dark Mirror Senshi. Michel had spotted him once and decided not to look in his direction again. Didn’t want to set him off. He hadn’t even been trying last time, but it seemed best to avoid a live-wire for now. For Fang’s sake.

Michel didn’t know what he saw in the quick-to-emote White Moon Senshi, but maybe he was a little more stable now that he wasn’t a self-described Chaos rat, or whatever other self-hating moniker he’d decided to bestow upon himself.

Michel had arrived with a group but wasn’t crowding anyone. Fang looked calm, more so than any of the other times Michel had seen him when going to his homeworld. He wanted that to be a good sign.

But, he knew how much the rot and decay had affected him. He knew how sick Fang was about all of this.

Malus, Eternal Senshi of Glass, Adria, Eternal Senshi of Sunsets
Action: Standing with Michel, Lysithea, and Varuna

Malus and Adria had arrived with Michel, Lysithea, and Varuna. Malus knew Fang well so he hadn’t really needed the invitation to come along, and Adria knew Fang through them. Neither of them had been to Fang but they’d heard about it. They had an idea of what to expect. It wasn’t their first time venturing to a world under the thread of Chaos, but experience was not always reassuring.

The danger was always different, but knowing that they could overcome things was at least a comfort.

Malus stood between Michel and Lysithea, and between Adria and Varuna. He was comfortably in the middle of both sets and was trying not to let his nerves get to him. He was sure with this many people that they could handle the situation.

Adria thought the same, but he had a perpetually worried look on his face and stood with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Talk of rot and monsters didn’t sit well with him, but…

He’d do his best. He’d arrived with people he trusted. Fang would be okay, and they’d all make it out just fine. Probably.

Transcended Eternal Ida

Ida had been to Fang's world once, and seen the state of it. The darkness, the unease... Knowing that somewhere, something was very wrong. It left her solemn as she joined the others gathering at Fang's call, making her way towards him. She got a glimpse of Murikabushi and Elsa at his side and felt a little wash of relief at it.

They were together, and they'd come. That hopefully was a good sign for how things were going since the purification. Ida herself was feeling much better with a few days of rest. Helping one Dark Mirror was a good deal less taxing than two, thankfully. She was glad to be back to full strength, though part of her knew she probably would have come even if she hadn't been. For Fang? Anything, just like she would have done for many others she knew.

The eternal settled herself to wait nearby, her eyes traveling over the others that had arrived so far. Some she didn't recognize, some she did. Like the saturn knight and purple senshi she'd met, briefly, at Faustite's failed purification. They were part of their own group and for a moment, she missed the warm presence of Athene, Chaonis and Tsui at her side. It had been... years, since she had that sort of support and comradery. But things changed. That was an inevitable fact.

Eternal Sailor Ilse

Ilse was nervous, but she was doing her best not to show it, for Fang's sake. There were plenty of familiar faces here, at least--and so many unfamiliar ones, all here to support and help Fang, who absolutely deserved it.

She thought of the great monster they'd seen, and shivered. Even with so many people showing up to help...

No, no. She couldn't let herself be afraid. Not when it was Fang's world on the line. She had to believe they could do this, just like they'd helped Alastor. It would all be fine.

She wanted to move close to Fang, ask if he was alright, maybe give him a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, but she also didn't want to interrupt him, so she just gave a little wave, a smile, and a wink.

Hopefully that was reassuring.

Yvoire, Squire of Ganymede

Yvoire arrived as unobtrusively as he could—an effort aided by the fact that he was small and quiet and made no attempt to stand out. Lingering at the back of the growing crowd, he peered around bodies and over shoulders, looking for familiar faces.

He didn’t know Fang, but he knew people that did. Yvoire wanted to help, though he remained unsure of his own capabilities; he knew there were Knights and Senshi far stronger and far more experienced than he was. Reckless as he could sometimes be, he was at least aware of his limitations. But the events on Urania had gone well enough. Yvoire certainly hadn’t been instrumental in eradicating the Chaos there, but he’d helped, and the Chaos was gone, and even though he’d left unfulfilled wishes behind, he’d still felt as if he’d accomplished something.

They could save entire worlds from Chaos.

Maybe one day they could save the Earth, too.

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Cynthus, Squire of the Moon

“Is he, like, a puppy?” Cynthus said, making absolutely no effort to lower her voice, nor did she indicate if she was talking to anyone specifically. She stared at the Senshi they were supposed to be helping, unconcerned that her staring might be rude. He had ears! And a tail!

Also he was, like, really tall. If Cynthus was right up on him she’d have to cran her head back to look him in the eye.

“Okay, maybe not a puppy puppy, but you know… A pupper. Like, super cute.”

Was that demeaning? Whatever, Cynthus didn’t really care. She didn’t mean it in a demeaning way. Dogs could be cute and vicious, so obviously this Fang guy could be a cute pupper and a badass Senshi at the same time. If he wanted to be. Cynthus thought he looked like he could use a pat on the head, but she probably wouldn’t be able to reach even if she went up on her tiptoes.

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Rose, Page of Lysithea

Rose arrived with Reims, glancing over the gathering crowd with a curious expression. She still knew so few of the people who were supposed to be her allies, but at least she recognized a couple of familiar faces.

She tossed an amused smile at Reims at the sound of Cynthus’ voice, then reached for his hand to give it a supportive squeeze. She thought he might be a bit uncomfortable with crowds, though she had noticed he seemed to be a bit more sure of himself as Reims.

Rose never really knew what she was getting herself into. As a Page, she was one of the weakest people there, probably useless without proper magic and liable to get in the way. But she couldn’t hear about someone in need and not at least try to offer what help she could. She would just have to be careful. She wasn’t usually overconfident or reckless. Besides, she hadn’t fared too poorly on Urania!

Sailor Alastor, Eternal Senshi of Despair
Action: Standing with Sessrumnir and using earrings to speak to him; has a very large Mauvian perched on his shoulder

Despite Lucien’s size and weight, Alastor seemed unbothered by the Mauvian perched on his shoulders. The fabric of his uniform was thick enough that even with Lucien’s claws dug into it for support, Alastor was not inconvenienced by them. He stood a little taller, a little more still, just to make it easier for the Mauvian. Lucien was large, but that didn’t mean much when you were still stuck on the ground and wanted to assess things.

“Well, I’ve got some shampoo that works wonders against Rot,” Alastor reassured, raising a hand up to brush through Lucien’s fur. “I wouldn’t worry too much.”

‘There are many people I don’t recognize,’ he answered, though a bit more amused than Sessrumnir. He wasn’t as worried. Strangers didn’t seem to be a bad thing when congregating to solve a problem together, and if he were being honest, he’d rather see stronger volunteers than newcomers. It wasn’t because he didn’t trust them, or because he underestimated them–it was just, well.

He knew the dangers a world could suffer. He’d seen strong warriors reduced to nothing on his own world. Sometimes, no matter how strong you were, no defense was enough.

He didn't want Fang to carry the guilt of losing anyone else.

Alastor was making a mental note of who was where, and with what group. He couldn’t help it; he just liked to keep tabs on people. Maybe he was trying to look out for someone who hadn’t yet found anyone to watch their back.

The boys would be okay; they had their own skills, and they had each other. And their friends, who he’d already noticed collecting together.

‘I’m glad there’s such a turnout. I hope that’ll be safer for everyone..’ Unless the smell of rot stemmed from some sort of toxic disease that ruined you from the inside out. He brushed his free hand absentmindedly on his uniform.