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Dark Mirror Super Sailor Asuka
Currently: Joining Iranea and Hela, checking out some artifacts

Asuka was very relieved to see other swishy Dark Mirror fukus, once they got to Almadel's dim museum of outer space weirdness. There was a lot to take in--all of Almadel's explanations and considerations, and a warning not to break anything. Memory of a thousand episodes of various sci-fi TV shows where the bumbling protagonist ended up in debt slavery to some weird alien because of misunderstood customs or broken objects flashed throguh her head, and she inhaled sharply and unhappily.

No, that was not what she wanted out of this. She wanted a cool experience and maybe some new friends or a neat reward, not...being stuck on cleansing duty for a century or whatever until she cleverly bargained out of it.

But her eyes caught sight of a familiar fabulous goth fuku, and she perked up, weaving throguh the crowd to go over to her friend.

"Iranea!" She said, brightly, and she waved to Irenaea's other friend (Hela). "Hi, I'm, Asuka, we should absolutely stick together because nobody else is gonna look out for us." It seemed a perfectly reasonable assessment, honestly.

She looked over at some nearby artifact, frowning curiously. They looked almost like pottery, though she wasn't really sure, given the "space" of it all--and honestly, like exactly the kind of place a bug might hide.

"I'm gonna check those out real quick, if you ladies want to watch my back?" And she did, moving to take a closer look.

Character: Dunnottar, Page of Lysithea
Action: trying to investigate and ignore a couple of certain someones not that that's about to go well

Dunnottar narrowed his eyes as Almadel talked. He talked like someone who knew they were very slick, could fast-talk anyone into buying snake oil, a lemon car, some stupid other third thing. He didn't like this situation, not one bit, but he'd committed to helping, so here he was.

Trying to keep his derision to a minimum, because the last thing he needed was to get stuck on this museum and not be able to go home, he sighed and started to poke around the museum. He didn't notice the presence of the last two people he'd like to see around here until it was nearly too late—he'd been standing by some fossils, and they were clearly on their way over here. s**t.

Character: Corporal Fangnyl
Action: Thinking, following the other Vanguard away from the main room

Fangnyl hadn't done much in a long while—not much to write home about, anyway, even if he could. He'd spent a lot of time researching Earth animals, fascinated by them, especially these cats that mimicked Mauvians. But he doubted anyone would be impressed by his research on "enslaved" creatures, these pets. Even if it was mostly mutually beneficial relationships, he doubted he would be seen as sane for encouraging this sort of thing.

Alas. He'd decided to come out to help this fellow alien, Almadel. He was... sort of cute, if you liked the... what was that Earth phrase? Oil slick salesman? Sort of "vibe" he had about him. Fangnyl didn't. He knew of Kosopods, though! He tilted his head curiously as the explanation Almadel gave back on the hill; they were going to kill the poor creatures? It wasn't their fault they were the way that they were! Maybe it would be better if they could... relocate them? Capture them somehow?

Before he could suggest such a thing, however, they were whisked away. Which bothered him immensely! He wanted to have had the chance to get some kind of traps for the Kosopods, something to carry them away in, put them somewhere they wouldn't be hurting Almadel's priceless artifacts and all that.

He frowned at the dim light in the museum, blinking rapidly to try to adjust his sight. Dang. This place... was huge. Huge and beautiful and old, and he nearly salivated with the chance to be in here, to view artifacts, to—but he couldn't. Not when the Kosopods were in danger, not when they posed their own danger to the artifacts.

He drooped with sadness at the thoughts, then sighed, and watched Commander Aliez direct some of the Vanguard to a separate room—oh, good, he wasn't the only one here. He hadn't noticed. He made his way over to them.

Ekstrom, Page of Mercury
Action: Going to a side room.

Talk of wonders was a happy little distraction that had Ekstrom feeling pretty excited as opposed to nervous (given Al’s situation and all, and what they were being asked to help with). “Oh, I’d love to take you two! And would love to visit your wonders one of these days. It sounds beautiful. I can only imagine…” The idea of flowers blooming on Mercury was…well, frankly it likely wasn’t possible. But there were other things she was interested in doing for her wonder! And she would have continued with her sentence about wonder, and even commented on going on patrols with them, had Almadel not teleported them the following instant.

Even with the dim lighting Ekstrom could tell the space was quite expansive, not to mention chock full of stuff. Just what, there was no way to tell with the lighting situation being what it was, on top of the threat of these kosopods–did she get that right?–attacking them and trying to eat them alive, so she was very, very curious about it all.

The page looked to Effie when he next spoke, and glancing around she noticed he was right about the crowd and gave a bob of her head. “Works for me. I’ll follow the two of you, if you guys don’t mind…”

Trying to do anything here on her own, even though they were technically in a large group, didn’t feel like it’d be a very good idea.

Guine

Ephesus

Kyuseisha no Hikari

Amarynthos

It was a bit of a surprise to be on the receiving end of a Knight letter so unexpectedly but from what she understood from the message Rainier sent there seemed to be something going on at this Mysterious Merchant’s museum. Acrucis had no idea who this was but if Rainier was there then perhaps she was familiar with him.

From what it sounded like, members from all factions were asked to help exterminate something and would be rewarded for their efforts. But a reward was not something Acrucis was interested in and she felt concerned that this might be another ambush like what happened on the hill when the Vanguard generators were used for nefarious deeds and corrupted multiple white senshi with the Chaos contained in them.

However, seeing that Rainier was able to send a message of this length, she felt a seed of hope that this shared goal meant that there would be no fighting between any of the factions.

Before leaving to where the Squire had instructed to meet, she sent her boyfriend, Tristan, a quick message letting him know that she heard back from an Officer at the precinct regarding her missing friend and would be meeting up with her to go over the new evidence. Not a complete lie but not the full truth later.

Acrucis ran as fast as she could and only arrived moments before the group that had gathered was teleported someplace not within the limits of Destiny City.

The pull through space was jarring and left her feeling like she had sea legs from the sudden change in location, but some how managed to stand without the aid of a wall to use for support.

The Senshi of Prayer scanned the nearby faces looking for the Squire of Mercury but after several minutes of looking she settled on joining the only face in the group she recognized. “Shang…” Acrucis moved towards him and the Venus Page and Chibi he was standing by.

“Hi,” she started, sounding winded from all the running she’d done to make it here on time. “Can I- would it be ok if I stuck with you?” She had no idea what was going on and hoped he could fill her in.

Connie, Squire of Chronos
Roll: 3
Action: Hiding against Belmont. Saying hello to Targovishte and then whining about bugs.

“No!” she squeaked in distress and covered her face with her hands when Belmont teased about going up to space and lighting things on fire. She didn’t really want to light things on fire, but!!

Oh! Belmont!

She gasped and immediately threw her arms around his shoulders as she let out a dramatic sob of distress. She was so happy to see him there. Maybe the bugs wouldn’t be so bad if he was there to help squash them!

Oh, and it looked like another Squire was there who knew him, too!

“I’m Connie-- noooo!” she started with bright enthusiasm, but them sobbed again, hiding her face just as dramatically in her hands against Belmont’s shoulder. She didn’t want to think about wishing they’d brought bug spray! Or when the lights were too dim in the museum to see much of anything.

Oh, but she could hear the creatures. Which meant it was definitely too late to say nevermind.

General Aquamarine
Action: Speaking to Akaganeite, then Jet. Checking out some of the paintings.

Aquamarine was in no way afraid of Cybele. Even if she had somehow become a Princess, she was nothing to him but one more traitor senshi on a long list of traitor senshi. As far as he was concerned, the White Moon royals were a joke. Ganymede’s capture had proven that. Subdued by two Generals, one of whom had barely been able to remain standing, taking her down by sheer force of will.

He wasn’t even afraid of Sessrumnir much anymore, if he ever truly had been. Cautious, sure, but fear had waned once Jet became a General King. Jet’s power was vastly superior, his existing abilities enough to overwhelm more than one of the White Moon’s strongest at a time, his potential astounding. As far as Aquamarine was concerned, he and Jet were untouchable. He could say what he liked. He could do what he liked.

His interest in all of them—Cybele, and Sessrumnir, and the man who wasn’t Remus—diminished as soon as they were transported to Almadel’s museum.

Aquamarine had been in the Negaverse just a month shy of ten years, but he’d never been to space. Various realms and alternate planes of existence, yes—enough to make him sick of Destiny City and all of its strangeness. But among the stars? Not once.

Until now.

He stared around to get his bearings, kept their enemies within sight but searched for their allies, too. Albite was there; Aquamarine hadn’t seen him yet, but he could hear him. He must be with more of Faustite’s team if he hadn’t come over to be obnoxious in Aquamarine’s face yet. At least he was reliable.

Akaganeite received a brief nod in return, then a, “Stay close. If you search around another room, don’t go on your own.”

Then there were the artifacts, which Aquamarine struggled not to be distracted by. He had known, of course, that there had once been other cultures out in space. The presence of the Vanguard in Destiny City made that obvious now, even seemed to indicate, along with Almadel, that there might be more still in existence somewhere. But Aquamarine had little to do with Almadel, the Vanguard, or their freakishly large Commodore.

Their existence and what it meant had never registered quite like this.

To Jet, he muttered, “Did you really think he meant to do any of the dirty work himself? Leave him. He’d only get in the way.”

Against all attempts to remain focused on who went where, Aquamarine found himself drawn to the paintings. Some of their colors were extraordinary, their subjects beyond comprehension. They were alien in and of themselves, and utterly fascinating.

Botein, Super Senshi of Amulets
Dice Roll: 73
Action: Looking around, quite concerned, and rather intrigued by all the displays

More and more people were gathering but none seemed to want to fight. At least not as far as Botein was able to tell. When she spotted pale hair, a dark blue uniform, and cloak, the senshi made a face and did her best to just drift as far away from him as possible. He was mean. She still remembered him from their little encounter months ago.

Botein didn't get very far before the man at the front of the crowd clapped his hands and a feeling of sudden movement had her stomach flip as motion sickness had her wobble on her feet. It hadn't been like that when she went to her homeworld, or even when she traveled to help those other senshi, so it was quite disorienting for her. It didn't take long for that to pass since her attention was quickly grabbed by the sheer sight of everything around her. There were large glass cases and paintings, fossils, tools, outfits, everything! It really was like a chaotic Ghibli type museum. She was absolutely entranced! The young woman slid over to a glass case and peeked in curiously, the flickering light making it hard to make out what was in the display, even as their host started to talk.

It wasn't until he directed them all to look over at the cocoon that she looked up and instantly shivered. Anything that made a nest that big wasn't going to be pleasant dealing with. Not at all. "Do you have any-" She was going to ask their host if he had bug spray or the like when she noticed he had already disappeared on them. "Oh dear," Blue eyes surveyed their surroundings. "This isn't good."

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