"There's pieces at the wonders, and at Olympus Mons." He answered back, shooting Hugbell a look as though she'd grown a third head. "Are we still on Power Rangers or have we moved on to that nauseating campfire song?" Which was not... at least as far as he knew... magical, and as far as he'd uncovered building new civilian memories, could only share the certain kind of 'energy' and memory of joined humiliation at the hands of someone else. He was not sure that was what the woman in white needed.
"Anyway I probably have to see if I can send out a summons and get knights to haul up to Olympus so we can figure out what to do with this... thing. It used to be part of the Academy but we can't exactly put it back there... And I'm always open to some new tricks..." He added the last to Cosmos. If she had the energy to pass them some new ideas, it might be worth it. He just wasn't entirely sure why the hell things were turning into a divided pissing match behind him. Lady in White versus... other... lady in white (Ganymede) it was like a 'who wore it better' contest over who tried to kill themselves the hardest. The stranger got points for hauling them out, but Ganny got them for flattening half the negaverse if temporarily.... even if it had taken him down with it, but that was his own fault. Not that he was immune to the sound and fury but they had so damn few people of that level that he even saw in the first place, let alone still...
Rage was part of grief. He'd looked that up, but...
Arthur's Question. Oh god like he had any idea. Well, normally he would, or at least, he'd have opinions opinions were easy. The rest was hard.
"We... try and make sure people are stabilized, we learn what we can... we... we coordinate with anyone we can contact to get people to local hospitals..." Something he could use himself, if only to get some stitches and maybe, if he was lucky, something that would take the edge off getting the shrapnel still in his skin removed. The pain and the bleeding didn't help make him feel less irrational and annoyed, even if it was hard to remind himself that everyone else probably had the same problem. He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to banish the growing sense of exhaustion, which was slowly devouring any faint sense of triumph or purpose... or... purpose beyond sleeping for a week. "And I need to store the code until I can call a meeting and listen to people argue over where to put it, because I'm reasonably sure no one will agree, and people are ******** pissed because I didn't hand off the code and let someone make a sprint for it... but... "
He heaved another huge sigh. "I was afraid to take the chance. There was so many threats on the field, I didn't know I wouldn't just be... simultaneously killing someone and loosing the code again. But that's not how they're going to see it, and maybe they're right to do so. I mean what if I could have done more if I'd handed it off and concentrated on punching people. What if you and your friends hadn't been there when Ganny's attack knocked me down, we could have lost it then too. I ******** up. I should have done better."
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 8:01 am
Eternal Aegir of Silence
Cosmos was so gentle, her hand on his knee to reassure even though he knew that she must still be exhausted. For a few blessed moments, there was quiet and peace, only Cosmos' voice gently telling him how easily he could go home, care for his team properly..and then all hell broke lose again.
Strident tones, angry ones. Paris claiming she didn't know him when she damn well did - from Gunn's training camp, from talking - but wait, maybe it was his upgrade making her not realize? Even so, he didn't bother correcting her - he wasn't about to share his civilian identity with everyone if he could help it. Paris' husband tossed him a vial, which he caught, and the blond felt a surge of gratitude - perhaps this would help keep Scholomance stable enough? Or maybe there were others that needed it more. Didn't matter, Chris had offered it to him, the small item held in a bare, burnt hand.
When Alexandria began spewing vitriol, however, Aegir rose to his feet and turned to the knight, not believing what he was hearing. The vial in his hand...was a waste? "Saving a life is not a waste, even if it's not the life you intended." What was wrong with these people? Slowly he curled his fingers around the tiny vial, holding it close against the rising urge to throw it at the knight's head - Scholomance needs it, if he's pissed about it he can go ******** himself. I don't have the time or energy to deal with petulant children..
"Don't worry, it'll be put to good use."
As he moved back towards Scholomance and Skoll, Aegir's phone went off, startling him even as he brought it out to answer. Methone. The sound was tinny and some of it was missing, but the gist was clear: she was pissed. Aegir allowed her to rant at him, accepting that he had failed in his duty to keep his team out of danger - whether or not it had been Monty and Thyrmr that went through first - and had failed her in allowing it.
"Sorry." His voice husked, broke again from the rawness of the acrid flames he'd been breathing in during the battle with the Dragon Youma. When she was done, when he could hear the sniffling and there was a moment, he answered. "We're alive but hurt. We'll be coming home soon, I promise. Just need to take care of a few things."
"We'll need to take Scholomance to the hospital." There was so much more he wanted to say, but he'd made it back to his wounded teammate with the precious vial - 'you wasted it' echoing in his head - and could only murmur that he loved her and would talk to her soon before hanging up. Aegir knew it was an unsatisfactory conversation when she was so clearly upset, but he also knew she'd forgive him - that she'd understand what he was prioritizing.
He knelt by the dark haired knight and gave him a weak smile, "This stuff will apparently help." He opened it, caught a whiff of the scent and saw how thick it was - definitely something to be spread by hand. Scholomance was not going to like that. Hell, he didn't like it. "Shoulders would be best, I think." To help the burn, the ankle...well, they'd be back on Earth soon, and he'd be taking Isaiah to the ER. "I don't think it's going to feel very pleasant at first." Not that it would matter, if Aegir needed to, he could force the issue - didn't think he would, since a gentle word would likely get his friend to cooperate and let him spread the salve across his burns. "We'll go soon, all of us together."
When her feet had found the ground, Phact had been ready for the impact. So many times she had made the tip to the moon that now teleportation was not new to her as it clearly was to so many others. Nor was there a surprise on her face when she realized where they were. This was their safe place. A place no chaos could come.
And they were alive.
Well, mostly...
Phact had come out of this on the better end of the spectrum. Her guess had been that had it not been for her placement next to Acrucis, she herself would have been down and out. Even so she bore several long cuts down her arms where dragon scales had sliced her.
But none of that mattered.
Her feet hit the ground and Phact was moving. There was one person she needed to wrap her arms around more than anything and no one was getting in her way.
Seeing the young senshi, Phact came up behind Sabine and threw her arms around the woman's shoulders. "Thank God..." She whispered pulling the senshi of tactics close and she leaned her forehead on the back of Sabine's head. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...I never should have...Oh Sabine...I'm sorry...I failed..." Phact mumbled over and over again before she shifted slightly to Sabine's side. It was then she noticed Arthur in the girl's lap. Red eyes grew huge and she reached out a hand slowly to place against the feline's face. "Arthur..." With each second, her face paled to match the white of her uniform.
Kai's words feel on death ears and frankly, Phact did not care at all about the spat going on back and forth around her. Her attention was on the two in front of her and scanning the land for everyone else. She was glad Acrucis was in her element now. Sheena was with her so Phact could breath. Sidouer was her next scan and she nodded before seeing Nirvana and Kastra.
"Is everyone physically alright?" She asked more looking than wanting an answer. Mentally...one just had to look at Sabine's face to know.
Finally she gazed back at the woman so many were giving attention to. Cosmos. So she was who saved them. As for getting home, she already knew how to do that. This was the moon. From here....home was a straight shot.
"Thank you." She breathed out as her shoulders dropped slightly. They were alive and clearly others were alive enough as well to project anger and frustration where Phact felt sadness.
She had failed. Some 'leader' she could be...
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 9:05 am
Dallol, Squire of Uranus
"You'd better not be lying about being alright if you're bleeding from a gash right now after taking a hit to your side."
Dallol eyed Corinth as the arm that was wrapped around him in a hug went to probe his side with purpose. It wasn't that she didn't trust him to be forthcoming on his condition. Dallol just knew her boyfriend all too well by now that he had a different definition for what was alright and what was not compared to most people so it never hurt to check in person and make sure that everything was truly alright on his end.
"Me too. That was cutting it way too close." She agreed, looking around for a bit before gesturing to Cosmos and the little group that had gathered around her. "Perhaps it has something to do with that senshi..."
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 9:22 am
Scholomance of Saturn
The inflammation of war grew very apparent with the heightened snark, and as Aegir left, he heard the man's voice carry in scathing retribution. Scholomance sighed bitterly; war was a game of tactics, and the displays evident in the reactive behavior confirmed that they had near none. If they were better coordinated, like the Negaverse was, then greater casualties would be avoided. Scholomance knew part of that conclusion weighed on himself for his inability to plan key strokes to keep people alive. Instead, he wasted most of his energy on trying to phase out a dragon that was far beyond his reach.
From the chatter in the crowd, Scholomance deduced that the Mercury squire (Alexandria) who sat by the civilian forms of Ganymede and her knight (Valhalla) was the maker of the vials. He wondered, then, if magic was involved in their production, or if it proved a pharmaceutical creation of the labs on Earth. There wasn't time or inclination to ask - not if he cited using a vial on Scholomance as a waste - so his questions were left to wither.
Sitting up for so long strained the blisters and burn marks across his back, so Scholomance retired to his side and folded an arm beneath his head. So much of him hurt that he found it hard to stop himself from grinding his teeth. He would've tried to quiet all parties, as was his position at his shop, if he could trust his voice to handle more words. His ankle wasn't improving. The rest of him kept cooking. He wasn't sure how the acid burns interacted with the dragon burns but he felt certain they compounded on each other's pains. All this arguing, and he felt half-dragged into it for being in pain. Not that he could blameAegir for bringing him up, the man was a sweetheart for being his advocate here, but his condition was weaponized in the argument. From it came access to a vial that the brunette threw toward his friend.
A vial which, regrettably, he had to refuse. "Hospital yes, mystery salve no. I don't know what's in it. I can't have opiates of any kind." Pained as he was, he kept a steady gaze trained on Aegir. He could not prevent the blonde from using the vial if Aegir chose to, which left Scholomance to pose his point as potently as possible. "Please," he muttered lowly. "I don't want to rekindle an addiction. If you really want to use it, find out what's in it. Otherwise, help me figure out a way off this rock so I can drag my dead a** to an ER."
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 12:25 pm
Paris Gallo
Paris was extremely confused by Alexandria's outburst. Either she'd missed something, or Alexandria was also falling victim to the bullshit already spewing from people's mouths. While she thought it might be the former, given that he mentioned something about Laurelite while yelling at Chris, she wouldn't be surprised if it was a little bit of both.
She almost went after him in an attempt to figure out what was wrong, but he'd yelled at Chris, and that wasn't something she took lightly. As far as Paris was concerned, Chris hadn't done anything wrong. He was one of the most selfless people she'd ever met.
Which was probably why he could tolerate her more than everyone else could.
“What the hell was that?” she asked her husband. She almost asked “What did you do?” but she didn't really think he'd done anything.
That wasn't normally in his nature.
She didn't entirely agree with Alexandria when he claimed Chris had put one of the vials to waste. She thought Alexandria meant that Chris had given it to the Eternal Senshi, who was a grade A a*****e and an immature piece of s**t who couldn't even accept a “thank you” when it was offered to him. The Squire of Saturn, who needed the salve more than the rest of the group around Cosmos, should in no way be the source of Alexandria's anger. The Squire of Saturn had done nothing to deserve any bitterness. Considering she and Chris were not as injured, he deserved to be looked after with more care.
She was pleased when the Eternal Senshi had nothing to say in response. She loved having the last word in an argument, even if he refused to acknowledge anything she said. She took that as proof that she was right. He heard what he wanted to hear and cared in a discriminatory manner instead of collectively.
Paris had no idea who he was outside of uniform, and therefore knew nothing about how he knew her name. She might have seen him around at other Senshi gatherings. She certainly didn't know his powered name, and at the moment she didn't care to ask for it. With the glamor still intact there was no way for her to know his civilian identity without him actually revealing it to her.
She didn't feel like lingering around to see if he would. She didn't care who he was. It didn't make him right, and it wouldn't earn him forgiveness.
After another moment, Paris sighed tiredly and let go of her anger and annoyance. She had other things to concern herself with. There was still the matter of Cyllene. That she was with Azurite didn't reassure Paris at all. What could Azurite do to protect Cyllene without making herself seem like a traitor too?
But first, there was Harmonia.
“Can you carry her?” she turned to Chris again, giving his injured arm a pointed glance. “I don't think I can. If you can't, we can call someone else.”
“Rene!” Paris called after her friend upon seeing that he'd powered down as well. She knew he'd been through a lot, especially against Apatite, but she needed him to stay focused. “Please don't just walk away. Refusing to help isn't like you. Chris and I can't manage this on our own.”
Not so far away she could see Venice and Erebus lying one on top of the other. It didn't seem as if they were conscious. Like Harmonia, they needed to be moved somewhere else, somewhere they wouldn't be at risk of being overcrowded or tripped over. If Sessrumnir really wasn't going to use the vials Alexandria had given him, maybe he'd pass them off and allow she and Chris to help Venice and Erebus.
Ultimately they should be taken to the hospital, but so long as they weren't mortally wounded, hopefully that could wait at least a little while longer. Annoyed as she was by the Cosmos situation, Paris did want to stay to see what she had to say. She simply preferred to do so at a distance.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 1:25 pm
Sailor Chara of Chocolate
Oh buddy, did Chara know scoldings. That was his life honestly. Everyday he'd be scolded for one thing or another, whether it'd be for leaving his socks on the floor or getting into another fight. And this was one of their tactics, to go ahead and try to make is seem like "Oh, I'm not angry, just disappointed". It was just a load of bullshit, but at this point, he didn't really care. Everything was ******** crazy, and a whole lot of them were about to die then poof-a-doof they were whipped away and landed on the ******** MOON.
Yeah, it took a bit of time before it actually registered where they were, but once he did, Chara did all he could to try to keep his excitement contained. THEY WERE ON THE ******** MOON! He knew of the whole thing of magic and what not, but he didn't know they could do interplanetary travel! He wanted to just freak out and be all "HOLY s**t!!" with the other chibi's and Senshi that were around but looking at them just took it right out of him.
Not everyone came out of this just bruised and burnt... Some of them were actually on the verge of dying. Some of them just looked so weary and tired that they looked like they could fall over any second. It wasn't the time for childish wonder, even he could see that.
All of the people who he had tried to work with over the time of the invasion gathered around looking at one another, trying to figure out what exactly their next move would be. This poor, weak lady wanted to teach them something, but did she even have the strength to keep herself upright? Well.. She did offer. And the others near him seemed to want to listen.
And hell, the whole time they felt so weak during that fight, it would be useful to learn something new, a better way to keep them safe.
"I'll listen too. Then we'll go home... I'll help ya'll home if you need it too."
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 2:11 pm
Venice - Seung Kim
Laying there pressed to the ground by the body above him, unaware of what was going on around himself and Erebus, Venice lay unconscious. It was perhaps a good thing that Erebus lay on top of him as the pressure had slowed and stopped the bleeding though his vest was now stuck to him due to the dried blood.
What happened though, as he lay there, was the powering down of the page. As he powered down the uniform, which really did nothing to keep him warm, was replaced by a black sweater and matching jeans and boots. A coat was also worn but was unbuttoned and unzipped so the turtleneck sweater could be seen. The bleeding, already topped, remained as such despite the change of clothing and the removal of the vest which had acted as something of a bandage. It left behind fibers, which Seung would likely pick out later. But for now he remained where he was unmoving and now as a civilian rather than a page.
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Erebus ~ Terry Hyatt
Like Venice, the Squire ended up powering down while laying there unconscious. However unlike the Page, when he powered down he ended up shifting at the same time and fell off to the side of Seung rather then continue to lay on top of him. The shift was enough that it jarred him semi awake and he let out a groan as he started to become aware of pain again.
He laid there off to the side of Seung for a few moments before he opened his eyes half way and stared at the other man blankly until his brain caught up. Once it did his eyes focused and he let out a sigh of relief when he saw Seung was still breathing. Beyond that though he wasn't sure if he would be able to sit up just yet.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 3:33 pm
Harmonia, Super of Harmony - Powered down & with Paris and Chris’s group
Since Ganymede’s success at pushing out the chaos that was slowly corroding her starseed, Harmonia had fallen unconscious and, as such, completely oblivious to everything going on around her. She had no idea the trials and tribulations that her comrades-in-arms had gone through in Negaspace. Hadn’t seen the giant dragon-like youma, so many people get injured, and others more die. Some would think of it as a blessing to not have witnessed all of that, but the young senshi had paid dearly for her current state.
Thanks to Alexandria’s tending and Cosmos’s intervention, Harmonia arrived safely on the moon. Her body was mainly free from anything more than minor cuts and scrapes. The most visible and painful looking thing on her being the purple bruising growing ever so darker on her neck. The clear, visible sign of fingerprints from Laurelite’s grasp on her would be marks to remind her of her close call for a few weeks. Still, the girl was quite lucky.
Harmonia had no idea of the drama unfolding around her as people began to assess themselves and each other. She didn’t even register the sensation of Alex carrying her again or putting salve on her. Didn’t feel Paris check on her.
Some point during the multitude of conversations going on, Harmonia powered down. Whether it was the stress of the transformation or unconsciously knowing she was safe, who knew, but the guise of Harmonia disappeared to reveal a fifteen year old girl bedecked in blue jeans, a pink hoodie with a rainbow and clouds on it, and sneakers.
It was a small twitch of her fingers, and a painful groan that signaled that the girl was waking up. But it was a terribly slow process. Especially when her body was incredibly sore from her ordeal and she was so exhausted. The best way she’d be able to describe it was like being tossed multiple times off a horse in the most abusive way possible. Still, she fought her way out of the darkness. The multitude of voices around her helped drag her back to consciousness, though tenuously. Finally, green eyes opened slowly and her vision began to focus in on the blond woman (Paris) and brunette haired man (Chris) near her. She looked ready to fall back to sleep but confusion kept her awake. “Wha...what?” She said in a raw and raspy voice before wincing.
Oberon stood and watched and listened to the trite, petty arguments and complaints, and then turned to shrug at Perdita when she glared at him. It was pretty cool how the starseeds seemed to come to life, especially since some of the adults at the barracks were convinced that they were dead and not worth saving. Sort of. They did say that the Cauldron was probably the only option.
“I want to stay,” Oberon offered his opinion when Perdita asked, and then looped his arm over Oort’s shoulders when he said he wanted to stay too. “Hopefully everyone else will leave,” he added wistfully, before turning to watch as Ambrosia put the starseeds at Cosmos’s feet. “If you stay with us, we’ll make sure you get home safely. How about that?” He offered to the girl, his expression seemingly emotionless as always, but he lifted his free hand to show her a thumbs up.
“Look, see? At least some people are being chill about staying and listening,” he nodded to a senshi close by (Encke), giving that guy a thumbs up, too. Oberon shifted away from Hugbell’s bear as it lumbered around them, pulling Oort out of the way as well.
He shivered and watched the bear walk around and hug people, subconsciously standing behind Oort so that the bear couldn’t get to him, first. People in costumes, like at Disney World, were creepy enough. This bear was walking on its own took the cake. Not that he wanted to say that out loud because he was sure Hugbell was very proud of her bear, but he really hoped it couldn’t sense fear and come over to him.
“You’re staying too, Chara? What about you, Tomlin? Are you staying?” he chirped, shifting a little more behind Oort as the bear moved on.
Varuna almost started drifting off, despite the pointless yelling going on, when two knights of Venus approached her. She almost jumped when they both spoke, first looking up at the woman in orange (Esquiline), and then to Palatine in pink. Her face flushed red in embarrassment and gratitude when they asked if they could help her. She didn’t think she’d done anything to warrant their attention, much less the woman she didn’t know, but she appreciated the gesture, either way.
Instead of immediately showing her auntie her hands as requested, she pulled herself away from the rubble she was leaning against to reach forward and collapse against Palatine, wrapping her arms around her in a tight hug. She hoped Palatine didn’t care that she practically fell against her, taking comfort from the solid form of someone who cared about her.
And then, when she pulled away, she shakily rose to her feet, and stumbled the couple of steps forward to reach out and wrap her arms around the woman in orange, hugging her tightly as well. They didn’t know each other, but the fact that this woman would feel concern for her made tears pool in Varuna’s eyes. Other than her auntie, and sometimes her cousin, she wasn’t used to having people be concerned for her, since she was kind of a loner.
After a few long moments, she finally pulled back and lifted the back of her hand to scrub at her watery eyes, and then turned to hold her burnt palms up for Palatine to see. She shook her head when she asked if she wanted to leave, and then nodded to let Palatine know she was holding up okay. Varuna glanced over to the other woman to make sure she wouldn’t run off.
As much as Sessrumnir didn’t want to use the vial that was given to him out of sheer stubbornness, the wound on his arm was not going to get better any time soon with the way things were going. While everyone else was fussing about this and that and the other, he pulled the two vials out of his pocket and held one up for Remus.
“Here, you might as well get this to someone who needs it. It’s got healing magic or some other nonsense,” he grunted, pushing himself up from the ground and messing with the makeshift bandage that Remus had helped tie around his arm. Once he had access to the still bleeding gash, he took off the cork of the vial with his teeth, and poured the contents onto the wound. He then collected some more of his tattered cape so he could press it against the bloodflow.
Thankfully, he wasn’t feeling too lightheaded yet, but that could be because he wasn’t standing.
“Probably not a party at this rate,” he said as he glanced over to the senshi who had more or less stayed nearby since he’d been injured by Apatite. “I appreciate your concern, but… you don’t have to hang out around me, you know. But I agree with not trusting anyone who shares a name with a Sith Lord,” he half joked, but shook his head all the same. It was nice to have someone to talk to, but this senshi looked barely out of high school, and probably had friends his own age he would rather be with instead of the old guy. As if thirty was really that old.
“Just be careful,” he added in a rare show of concern, even if he turned away from the other so as not to meet his eye when he said it.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 6:41 pm
Sabine, Senshi of Tactics
Sabine had settled back in next to Kai and when Arthur crawled into her lap this time she shifted her sitting position for him to do so easily. Her hands began to pet his, admittedly, dirty fur, but she didn't care. He needed the comfort as much as she did, and she wasn't going to deny him the contact no matter how pink, red, or slowly fading to brown his coat was compared to its normally pristine alabaster hue.
She listened to Kai speak, chewing her lip as he seemed to take on the brunt of the responsibility for things that were far beyond his control. She couldn't blame him for anything that happened, how could anyone!? They didn't know this was going to happen, they didn't know everything was going to go to hell in a handbasket as soon as they tried to make their way back to the portal. She was about to voice her concerns when Phact appeared, and she too, seemed to feel like she'd failed. Failed Sabine even.
"Both of you... just... Stop!" She suddenly found herself hissing out in a low, frustrated tone. "Oh. My. God. Just... Stop! It wasn't either of your's fault. We didn't know the situation fully. We dont' know what summoned all of them to come crashing down around our ears. For all we know they were alerted as soon as we entered the Barracks by the Generals there - or the attack on the Castle raised an alarm. We dont' know - we may never know. You did your best. Its not your fault. I... I messed up a lot and I kept getting ahead of the group and getting in the way an then in the end of it all I lagged behind because I couldn't handle it. I don't hold anyone but myself accountable for my actions... Least of all you Phact. You did your best and you made the calls you needed to make and tried to get people out safe..."
She was shaking and she didn't even realize it it, her fingers resting lightly against Arthur's fur. "Just... Don't blame yourselves... Please... Just... don't."
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"I promise, I'm okay... You can do a full body inspection after we get out of here tonight... Don't think you're going to be going back to your dorm." He said with a soft, sly smile. "When we get out... probably a good idea to call your roommate so she doesn't worry."
She could argue with him, but he wasn't going to take no for an answer. They needed to stay together that night, else he knew neither of them would get any sleep. Besides, they'd just gotten engaged and that warranted some celebrations.
Chris’s expression when from looking fondly at Alexandria and how understanding he was, to his eyes widening in surprise and hurt. He opened his mouth to try and say something but only ended up gaping helplessly as Alex, of all people, snapped at him for trying to do the right thing and make sure everyone was getting the proper treatment they deserved.
“Rene!” he tried calling after his friend in concern, but also wanting to give the other his space. He hadn’t thought trying to help the others would illicit such a reaction from the generally easy going, if not sometimes excitable, but always kind Mercury knight.
He shook his head in confusion when Paris asked what the hell was that, and watched sadly and helplessly as Alexandria, now Rene, stormed off. Chris tried not to be too shaken at being snapped at by Rene, especially not when there was enough going on, but he had been hoping the other would be as understanding as he usually was.
“Yeah, I can try,” he offered when Paris mentioned carrying Harmonia, not wanting to have to burden anyone else. But before he could manage to attempt to lift her from the ground, she started to stir, and Chris let out a sigh of relief. “Paris, she’s awake,” he called to his wife, and then still bent down to try and help her up into his arms, lifting one of her arms to pull over his shoulder.
“Hold on, we’re moving you to a safer place,” he said with a small smile, glad to see she was okay. “I’m Chris… or Valhalla. Whichever you’d prefer. Paris is Ganymede,” he said, and then paused to look her over. “How do you feel?”
