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Gevaudan, knight of Ganymede

"You have a hearing problem. I said snap their necks IF they hurt the Negaverse officers after Metallia is done. That is MY choice so ******** off if you don't like it. I never said I'd snap their necks any other part of the time, but highlight what you like. I also offered MY advice ADDED to the existing information. Information you don't seem to find at all valuable. If you can't get it through your idiot skull what I'm doing to AID this entire mission and instead want to just have a fight with me here and now over SOUNDING pushing, as if that is the main point of us meeting right now, then go right ahead. Blow your horn out your own a**, princess."

"But aren't you also speaking on behalf of OTHER people and appointing yourself as their spokesperson? Who do you lead again?" He asked, looking over at him. Maybe a youma would get him. Maybe, just maybe, he'd get lost in the castle until someone picked him off just because he didn't want to listen to the information he gave him.

Gevaudan, Sassy Knight of Ganymeade with a slight attitude problem

"So are you agreeing to openly killing every Negaverse officer once their leader is destroyed? That you want to take advantage of that and kill a entire army of officers?" He placed a hand on his chest. "With the others not wanting to kill, that is a startling stance to take, dear."

"Go ahead and go with your respectable stance of killing off the entire Negaverse once you find Metallia. I would love to hear the support."

He stepped aside and gestured. "Lead. Go, address the crowd. Share your valuable information. Tell them what to do. Have fun."

He crossed his arms and watched her. The stage was her's.

Super Sailor Denebola

"You wanna put words in my mouth as a diversion, fine but it's not going to change the fact that you threatened to kill people," she replied. "Not once did I say I advocated killing, but you have, multiple times." A brow arched and she crossed her arms over her chest looking thoroughly unimpressed.

"For the record I don't support the notion of killing." She didn't take her eyes off of Gevaudan. "But I'm not going to threaten every single person here because their opinion doesn't line up with mine." Her lips were pressed in a thin line. "But continue making an a** of yourself and trying to point fingers at other people in a poor attempt to cover your own slip ups."

She spread her hands out before her, body tipping slightly in a mockbow. "Be my guest, but you'll never earn my respect."

Gevaudan, Knight of Ganymede



He looked to the other senshi. "I TRIED. I tried and then I was attacked for being too pushy and then whatever I said was flat out ignored. I was told I was taking the role of the leader for just STATING information and tactics. So why say anything more?"

He gestured, as much as he hated to do this, at Castor. "Royal with years of experience and no one gives a ********." He pointed to himself. "Spent years on the other side and I'm being talked down to for giving information freely when I want Metallia dead. I was only giving tactical suggestions to the people who didn't want to kill but still wanted to contribute. I'm sorry if trying to take that into consideration when people will be dying was so damn ******** touchy to everyone."

Aegir, Super Senshi of Silence

Gevaudan's reaction was acerbic and brimming with frustration. Aegir could understand that, he really could...but he also knew that it wasn't helping. Any of them. He tried again, despite the stinging lash of the knight's tone and words.

"Most of us are...not used to this sort of thing. Fear and uncertainty make for short tempers...and we mostly works as independent contractors, not a cohesive group. I'm sure it's frustrating, but this is the reality and we just have to work through it as best we can."

That there was a lot of bumping heads was unsurprising...and that Gev had been part of the Negaverse made a lot of things suddenly clearer. The knight had been part of a militant group with a very strict pecking order; the open-ended arrangement of the Order was likely maddening. "You're used to working with a cohesive group, having been an Officer. I know this can't be easy for you after that. We're not like that, obviously." He even tried to give the hooded knight a smile, knowing it wouldn't be reciprocated and that his efforts at calming the situation would probably fail.

"I appreciate your efforts and experience. And Castor's, and everyone standing here. But even that doesn't smooth away threats, and I certainly don't appreciate them, regardless of the intent. Your manner is militant and brusque, effective in a battle I'm sure. But most people aren't going to respond to that." Was it really just a case of differing styles? Aegir didn't know, but he really was trying to make the best of the whole situation.

His tone never wavered, calm and cool despite everything; the goal was not to antagonize anyone, but to present a less heated view. "You certainly don't have to offer anything more, if you'd rather not. That's your right, but it's everyone else's right to decide if they want to use it, to follow whomever they decide to follow. If anyone." Suddenly he was very glad for his team and missed their presence at his side; Scholomance and Thyrmr were there, but the others were not.

Aegir gave a nod towards Castor, then one to Gev, Celsus, and Denebola whom he'd moved closer to. He'd done all he could, saying more would just be repeating the same things and he felt tired suddenly. "If you'll excuse my intrusion." The curly haired senshi went back to stand with Virgo and Co., leaving the others to make peace or continue fighting as they pleased.

Just as Chara was getting ready to hand over the stone, he clenched it back in this fist, listening to what some loud mouthed a*****e had to say.

"No one gives a ******** what you have to say, whoever you are. Sure, you can have your a*****e clenched all tightly about 'ooooh nooo we don't wanna kill people! We're better that or whatever opposition you wanna show. If anyone doesn't want to be part of the raid, then just get the hell out of the way, right? If all goes bad, then come and say 'I told you so!'." What was with all these people who were stronger wanting to delay things anyway. They were WARRIORS after all! Soldiers meant to fight! Their powers weren't meant for dinner theater!

And something just told him that getting after these guys, in their OWN backyard was just the sort of thing that could ******** with the Negaverse's head. They weren't safe, even in their own castle. They DESERVED this, since the poor weak ones of Destiny City felt that way too.

"You know what I think? We should make some sort of Bomb thing as a preemptive strike! Like, Toss those bastards in right before we run in, and throw those ******** right off guard!"

Caedus' eyes narrowed as he listened to the group; it was unclear if he was upset or just trying to understand what was going on. He had been silent as he collected the crystals, nodding instead of offering verbal thanks.

Slowly, though, he shook his head, and glanced to Virgo.

"There are…fundamental misunderstandings, here…Metallia is not a living creature. Metallia does not have feelings, she does not care. She is a force of evil. An anomaly amongst the natural order. A shadow cast from brightness. There should be no moral debate in removing her. She is not a human. She is not a person. She is less than that. Less than anything. Metallia has no ethics, no morals. She knows only destruction. It is all she wants."

He sounded tired, and frustrated—and nervous. He was jittery in a way that he hadn't been before, and when they mentioned the Rift—if he was joining them—a visible shudder wracked his body. Though his body was concealed, and his expression hidden, even just mentioning the Rift seemed to make him physically ill.

He paced, still, trying to focus on something else.

"My crystals will not fail," he said, looking first to Celsus and then down at what they had collected. He was quiet for a moment and his head bowed a bit. "You have enough for me to open a passage near the castle. You have enough for me to keep that passage open. For a time. It will not last more than an hour or so." He glanced to Dallol when he answered. "So you will not want to waste your time. But."

His voice wavered, and he had to clear his throat to continue.

"…I cannot join you in the Rift. I cannot go back there."

He did not mean to sound weak, but he had suffered greatly in the dark corners, amongst youma so awful even the Negaverse had corralled them and locked them up.

"I have not the energy to fight, nor the strength to withstand much damage. My body is frail and has not have time to recover. I doubt it is even possible for me to recover. My only skills are those that the crystals provide, and I have only what you have been able to collect it is enough to open a pathway. But…"

He was quiet for a moment and glanced to Metis before looking to everyone else. "…I will stay and maintain the portal. I will ensure it stays open so you have a path to escape. But you must move quickly. If the portal stays open, it will be open for anyone. You—or otherwise—can pass through it."

He let that information settle, and then continued, considering Elpis question of tactics, and Cassiopeia's request for more information on the area, "When I gazed upon their stronghold, there was a clearing. It was only a slight distance from the castle. Perhaps two minutes to walk. It was discreet, though. It would allow you to get your bearings before striking. I do not know what else you may be interested in, down there in the Rift, but it is a good vantage point. I would encourage that if you intend to strike, you do so swiftly, and silently. Even only a moment's advantage is enough to do damage. But, for those that do not wish to fight…"

He did not seem fazed. "It is your right to go as well. To support your friends. To help where you can. A battle is not fought only by soldiers, and if your only purpose is to follow your allies into battle so you can pull them back to safety if they are outmatched. To heal. To strengthen. All who have the courage to make such a stand are valued."

Caedus was tired, and watched the crystals. They seemed to be reacting strangely as he watched them; as he held out an open palm, they began to levitate, spinning in a circle like a slow tornado a few inches above his hand. The light from each crystal spread out in small tendrils, connecting each crystal to the next.

"…I cannot promise Metallia will be there," he murmured. "If she is, I suspect she would be in the castle. But it is true that I did not venture near the castle. Where I was, I could only see it. I did not dare approaching it. I did not want to be captured. I did not want them to know I was still alive. If any where left who would remember me, or my kind. But you will likely find yourself facing agents, first. The territory I will take you to is within their city limits," if they could be called such a thing. His eyes moved from the crystals to Themiscyra. "Perhaps you may encounter civilized youma, or their personal ones, but I suspect the first you will find will be the agents who are in the area. I think they will have to summon the youma after they realize you are there."

The crystals were glowing faintly as the energy flickered between them. He looked towards those who were arguing, and did not seem to want to interrupt them, or put himself in their line of fire. Gevaudan was not entirely wrong, nor Castor, so he said, hesitantly, "I do not think they know I am missing. I do not think they could anticipate an attack. I think we have the upper hand. Anyone who has knowledge of their lair may be able to give you a better idea of what layout to expect. I have no map, and I remember only a vague image. I saw buildings, but I do not know what they were. Any who have been saved from the ranks of the Negaverse is worth listening to, if they remember the layout. It may aid you."

His voice wavered, but he persisted, "Battle is not for everyone, but it is unwise to forget how important support and healers are. Protect them. They may be the only thing that sees you succeed and survive," he said, eyes settling on Altair for a second before he glanced across the crowd.

"Not everyone will need to fight, but I hope that those who go into this battle are prepared for war. I am not asking you to go on my own behalf. I would not ask you to fight, or die, for me." His head bowed, as though there were more he wished to say, but he forced himself from the topic and continued, glancing to Castor for a second. "I have no intention of betraying you. I have no intention of failing you. So many of you have been kind to me. I wish you only success and will do what I can, but if you are not comfortable risking yourself, do not go. I cannot force you, and I will not force you. This decision is yours, and yours alone. If I had my power…"

His eyes settled on the crystal and he seemed strangely distant.

"I would go. But not know. Not like this."

Caedus's hand, slight as it was, trembled.

Thoughts of the Rift, and of being trapped there again, crippled him.