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Eternal Sailor Kamacite

Kamacite knew that name. Ilian. It wasn’t exactly a common name, at least not as far as he was aware. And he fit the description Misha gave him.

He stared at the blond and curly haired young man that joined them for a few moments, before his attention turned to the Lieutenant that reached for his clothing. They were all being knocked around by the wind, so he didn’t pay too much mind to that, but he didn’t like the look the blond civilian was giving him.

As if he could do anything in that form. Kamacite bristled, irritated that once again it seemed as though he was left to take charge. His communication device didn’t seem to be working at the moment, which meant he would have to speak up.

He hated speaking.

But if they didn't try joining together in an attack, they might all be doomed.

“Negaverse Senshi and Officers,” Eternal Sailor Kamacite called out, unsure if anyone could hear him, but he hoped they could at least coordinate some kind of attack. “If you have short range weapons or magic, focus on the creatures trying to escape. Stop them from getting to the city. Everyone else… attack the crystal.”

“Close your eyes,” he said to the three near him. He didn’t give them much more time to prepare as he held out his hands, and a bright orb of light began sucking whatever light and electrical energy that remained around them. He threw it at the creature and its crystal, hoping the discharge would be enough to counter at least some of the electrical current in the strange realm of existence.

Corporal Vyn

Vyn was beginning to think getting out of this place would be next to impossible, at least while the large creature remained and the smaller ones kept swarming. He didn’t care much if the beasts happened to make their way out into Destiny City; it would cause problems, but they could be dealt with like youma. His priority, of course, was his own people — their safety, their survival. Everything else was secondary.

The others drew closer. Aliez. Andreiya. Tenoch. Nessaela, too. Vyn cast his gaze around quickly, judging their readiness, their abilities. The wind blew at them violently. Other voices filled the air. Magic flared to life all around, joining the crackle of energy.

Tenoch and Andreiya both shot at the largest creature. Vyn took aim and did the same.

“Aleiz, focus you’re shielding on Vaylin and Nessaela. They have close range weapons. Tenoch, Andreiya, keeping firing. If anyone sees an opening, we take it, and we guide whoever else we can, but don’t risk yourselves for them. These people aren’t our priority.”

Velencya was their priority. Home. Vyn wanted it desperately. For now, all they had was each other.

That had to be enough.

Henny did as she was told, though she was none too happy about the situation. She didn't want to risk anyone's life so she gave in to his demand. She held on tight and just hoped they got out of this in one piece.

Lacerta, Super DMS (Bandages)

Lacerta would have given an impromptu salute to the orders that Acubens had issued but instead focused on the group of Dark Mirror senshi before merely nodding in response to Acubens request. She'd serve the court the best way she could, and in this instance, that meant acting as the triage nurse. She mentally figured that she'd save her super magic until dire circumstances forced her to use it and it was all she could fervently hope for that it would not be the case. Stepping in behind the aforementioned Kuichi & Morpheus, Lacerta gazed towards the creature as the group was caught up in the mayhem and she grit her teeth before ducking her head and pushing through the throngs.

Her beehive?

Why did that thought strike her suddenly? Lacerta's steps faltered as she remembered why she had jumped into a fissure in the first place. Did she still need to find it? Was she just going to let the hive remain lost? Blinking at the uncharacteristic thoughts Lacerta ground her ringed hand into her palm, it was meant as a means to focus her attention on the here and now but she also, at the same time, activated her ring's magic once more. She pushed aside some of the creatures that still tried to swarm the group as they struggled to get nearer to a place in which they could exit out of this strange place. Lacerta caught a glimpse of her comrades expressions before stepping back into her assigned role. She couldn't falter - that beehive was probably lost for good and all it was that she could do was to aid her fellow court family.

Cadet Nessaela

The near collision with Tenoch had almost knocked her over, and probably would have, if he hadn't reached out to steady her in the melee that raged around them. Her gaze took in her fellow cadet's appearance before looking away. While it was nice to know that she wasn't alone anymore it was another to realize that in the time that she had been missing there had been no real time or chance to maintain a respectable appearance. Her cheeks flushed for a few seconds before she shook her head. It wouldn't be prudent to be embarrassed. No she wouldn't allow that emotion to have any grip to anchor itself in her mind.

Instead she found herself leaning on Tenoch for a second longer before hearing Vyn's instructions. Her dagger would not serve well in this instance and she had to agree with the logistics of the scenario. Stepping closer to Aliez Nessaela waited with a small amount of apprehension. Whatever was going to happen next was unknown and she didn't appreciate the 'not-knowing' factor in all of this. The absolute desire to get out of this strange place was soon encompassing every fibre in Nessaela's body. One hand drifted down to her dagger and she removed it from its sheath before eyeing the giant creature. It would hardly do more than perhaps gently scratch the giant beast but for a moment the cadet could imagine the weapon doing more than just that if she struck out at the beast.

The need to do something more was overwhelming. Should she stay behind the shield that Aliez would provide or was she destined to fight too?

Sailor Murikabushi of Hunger

Of one thing, Reiki was entirely certain: <******** Things needed to stop happening when he had a mind for things to be nice! Easy! And relatively stress-free for a hot ******** minute! This year, he’d been burning the candle at both ends even before Pride Season started, just trying to catch up to where so many other senshi and assorted magical weirdos seemed to be in their respective journeys (including unnecessarily cruel goose-themed teenagers! Because why not have that be a thing now). Everything could’ve been nice and easy, a simple patrol, but no.

Because why would anything ******** nice ever happen for him.

At least, he supposed, he’d been powered up before getting sucked into……wherever this was supposed to be. Somewhere he definitely didn’t want to be, judging by the air, freezing cold and thick as curdled blood. Everything about this place felt utterly oppressive. Miserable. Maybe even hostile—but maybe that was presuming too much.

Slogging through the dark expanse and the mess of Someone’s God Only Knows The ******** What, Reiki searched around for any familiar face.… Haruhi. Levi. Mom and Dad. Obaasan and Ojiisan. Yuki. Toráin. Kerberos. Junsei and their sisters. Sybil, or Cherry, or Brandy, or Justine, or any other member of their Haus (especially Justine; Reiki had a responsibility to look out for her, as her most direct drag mother and the one who’d clued her in to how much better she deserved than ******** Greg). His godfather, aunts, and cousins. Amsvartnir. Fang. Sappho. Bélénos. Acubens-oneesan. Ida. Spei. Even a Mister Grumpy Gills like Morpheus, someone who hated Reiki like Daphne or Angelica or Captain Phoenix Force, or someone with whom Reiki had a lot of issues like Valjean or Arsenolite—having them around would’ve been better than having nobody.

Especially when the creatures started jumping out of the metaphysical woodwork.

Reiki tried to avoid them. Even without accounting for Murikabushi’s enhanced senshi strength, Reiki didn’t run every morning, come rain or come shine, and flounce all over town in heels significantly higher than his fuku’s for nothing. Maybe he was not, per se, good at keeping himself out of trouble, but he could dodge the nasty bitches, couldn’t he? Helped that they seemed about as bright as a box of unpolished rocks, so they could easily distract each other without noticing him worth a good goddam. Just keep running, just keep running, what do we do, we run and stay out of the way of these grotsky little bee-yotch kaiju…

At least that worked until one of them swooped down in front of him. Right in the middle of his path. Looking like a gargoyle, but not one like Goliath, who Reiki gladly would’ve allowed to princess-carry him to bed.

Reiki fumbled to a halt before the thing, nearly falling. Last minute save, but he kept himself upright. Hovering before him, bat-like wings menacingly swishing through the air, Midnight Mass over here tilted his head. Snaked his torso back and forth, like he could ever charm Reiki so easily. Regarded Reiki—probably considering whether he’d go better with ketchup or ranch dressing. Whatever was going on in his head, Midnight Mass lazily reared back.

“What do we say to the God of Death,” Reiki intoned, raising his arm. “Not. Today. Gnawing Hunger!”

Considering these wretches’ general attitude, this could’ve gone badly for Reiki in so many ways. Fortunately for him, the attack went off. Something in the air felt like it was crackling, bursting with untapped power. Maybe being around so much ambient energy had the same effect for him, more specifically for his magic, as the energy sharing (and the kindness) that he’d gotten from Ida and Kerberos.

Either way, once he’d been hit, Midnight Mass did not lunge for Reiki. Crumbling in around himself, he whimpered—both very much like Fang and yet, infinitely more pathetic than Fang had been—and clawed at his chest.

Seizing the moment, Reiki lunged in instead. Seized Midnight Mass’s shoulders. Shoved him back with a hiss of “Not today.” Maybe it was the shock, maybe it was the pressure around them, maybe a lot of things. But for all it mattered, Midnight Mass crashed down to the ground. Still whining. Still twitching helplessly and mewling like that would ever get him fed. With a deep breath and pulled himself up to full height (as much as he could), Reiki glared down at him.

One part of Reiki felt deep compassion for the piteous thing sprawled out before him, so hungry that he couldn’t even do anything to satisfy that hunger. But another part felt like—“Not today, b***h.” Teeth grit, he stomped on Midnight Mass’s face. Aimed his heel right for the creature’s nose. “Not. ********. Today.”

Another well-placed stomp and Midnight Mass exploded in black goo.

At least Reiki’s shoes, his skirt, and his thigh-highs would clean themselves up by magic after he powered down. Which he wasn’t gonna attempt. “Don’t do something so stupid right now” sounded like a reasonable bet. Strange lightning in the sky, distinctly unsexy gargoyle creatures all around him, and reality was ripping apart at the seams. This was the time for Murikabushi to stay out, not Reiki.

Dimly, he recalled what Kerberos had told him, that first night. About how bad for him it would be to try and draw such a clear delineation between Reiki and Murikabushi. How doing that for himself had only led Kerberos into self-destruction and helped fuel his drinking problem. But right now, thinking about that only held Reiki up for long enough to watch The Thing—the big daddy monster, looming over everything, with a crystal in its chest—emerge on the horizon.

Trying to process what the ******** that even was held him up long enough to hear some call, from close by but not to close, “Chrysocolla’s Prism!”

Reiki barely had enough time to think Oh, ******** my drag, right? before the shockwave hit him.

Once it did, everything he felt was red.

Sometimes, one could find beauty in anger. Allure in outrage. Refinement in righteous indignation. But what Reiki felt now was not beautiful. It was red, and terrible, and RED. A bloody, visceral red like the ribbons lashed around his waist, and arms, and shoulders.

And like Midnight Mass and all his brethren, Reiki’s rage was hungry.

Consuming him, one thought alone: KILL THE BEASTS before they hurt someone else.

Kill the big one too, if he was lucky—but the odds hadn’t been in Reiki’s favor lately. Couldn’t count on luck. All he could do was run. Run, and clobber any of Midnight Mass’s kin who got in his way. No time to waste on his magic. Only rage, at these things for invading this world like they ******** owned the place. Rage, at the fabric of causality for letting it ******** happen, like it had the right to sit on its a** and do absolutely goddamn nothing. Rage, at himself for how he’d frozen up and let Arsenolite murder Raymond Callahan—more than three weeks ago, by now, but Reiki hadn’t stopped for long enough to process it all. RAGE, at how he could not—WOULD NOT—let some vicious ******** from Whomst The ******** KNEW Where keep hurting people, or else what was even was the point of letting Levi and Soya make him a magical girl.

By the time the red, and terrible, and red rage started seeping out of him—by the time his eye for colors besides crimson slammed back into him—Reiki had black tar splattered all over him. Not just the heel that had stomped Midnight Mass, or the ricochet splotches up his leg and around the edges of his skirt. No, now both arms were covered in the nauseating gunk. Especially his hands and knuckles. More of it had gotten on his skirt and under it, probably making his frilly pink petticoats look like some nightmare befitting Jackson Pollack Artist’s Studio Barbie. Swaths of it across his chest and stomach fixed his overlay more closely to his form than it already fit.

At least I don’t look fat today, he thought. And cringed at, knowing too well what it meant for him to feel anything like that. But with a shake of his head, he filed that away to think about <******** later. After this bullshit was done, assuming he lived long enough to make it home for his three-day post-Pride Season nap.

Reiki’s head was still reeling—still adrift in a vast ocean of what the ******** just happened, and what was I so angry about, and wait, no, I need the anger back, this isn’t over yet, THESE ******** THINGS ARE STILL KILLING PEOPLE, COME BACK TO ME, SWEET ANGER—when it registered that someone had called out to him……someone who’d called him “Tagame.”

Dimly, Reiki wanted to maintain that fiction. It had been ever so delightful, making Toráin’s ******** brother believe him about it. As he looked up from his tar-covered hands, though, he said in a flat, removed voice, “Full disclosure, Captain? I have no idea what we’re dealing with and my name’s not actually Tagame; it’s Murikabushi.” Dismissively, he waved a hand at nothing, but definitely absent the nervous energy that usually accompanied this gesture for him. “Somebody got me with some……psychoactive magical attack……thing? Another senshi, I think? Don’t have the bandwidth to keep lying to you about that.… Good to see you still alive, though.”

Immediately after saying something he’d only meant as a courtesy, Reiki realized that it was true.

At least a few deep breaths—and maybe all the sweet, sweet ambient energy in this ******** place—started putting his head back somewhere in the vicinity of where it belonged when he heard an even more familiar voice……looked to his other side to see an even more familiar face.

“No idea, cousin. Sorry about that.” While Reiki’s voice still hadn’t gotten back to its normal level of vivacity, at least he managed a small, wan, but earnest smile. “I’m only not hugging you right now because I wouldn’t let go and then neither of us could do anything. Also, Volterra? Captain Arsenolite of the Negaverse. Arsenolite, my cousin, Sailor Volterra.… Good we’re all together. Strength in numbers.”

With another deep breath, Reiki turned to stare up at the big-a** ******** with the crystal in its chest. “Disclaimer, I still don’t even have twelve percent of a clue right now? But Vegas money says we’ve gotta beat the biggun to get out of here. Cue epic video game boss music.… Minegeshi Toru-san, Ota Asuka-san, and Kondo Koji-san. Twilight Princess OST. Usurper King Zant’s battle theme.”

The last thing, Reiki normally would’ve kept inside his own head, where it wouldn’t sound completely stupid. But, well. Today had certainly been A ******** Day.

Flourapatite - Corrupt Super Senshi of Static



Vauxite - Negaverse Lieutenant


Cypher Vanguard Cadet

To say that Cypher was starting to get annoyed with Earth was a bit of an understatement.

On Velencya, he never had to worry about being suddenly teleported, without consent, to places he couldn’t walk to normally. Since their arrival, this very incident had occured, not once… but three times. First time being just before the generator explosions; about half the Vanguard had been taken to the Dark Kingdom. The other’s he had no idea what had happened to them until later and was relieved to learn that some Moon related entity had saved them.

The second time he’d been taken some place was actually his own decision; he’d gone to a Cosmos Knight’s wonder to offer aid against a corrupted tree. Not that he’d been much help with the number of times he’d missed, at least there was nobody there to report on his abysmal performance.

This time, however, was much like the first.

Again, he was thrown into another situation where both Order and Chaos were together en mass and he was left reeling trying to figure out if they were working together, fighting one another, and who was responsible for the monsters and that giant beast.

Rather than picking sides, he pulled his blaster out and began shooting at the smaller gargoyals in an attempt to make his way back out of one of the rifts that had thrown him into this mayhem.




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