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Sailor Cadmus, Chibi Senshi of Cranberries

Realizing he had gotten ahead of himself, Cadmus scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "Oh, now I see what you mean..." he said with a light, embarrassed chuckle. "I was thinking, like, he could be the ultimate boss in a video game. Like, he would go from a cloaked figure to this six-winged god or something. I mean, that would be cool as well, but I think I like him more as..." He just gestured to the cloaked figure as if that, somehow, explained his point. "That. He's, at least, easier to talk to when we can't see his face." Though the glowing eyes part were a little creepy.

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Delphi // Squire of Polaris

"Perhaps thirty...maybe a bit more or less. The cats can also block signatures, which they may or may not already be doing for some here." She said while looking to the page at her side. He was going to learn by being at gatherings like this and smaller things, more one on one or small groups. She would try and help him get his feet under him and figure things out, learn how to be a knight. It wasn't something she would normally do, or ever had done before, but she owed it to him as they'd been together in a fight against a General and he had gotten hurt. He needed to learn.

"We can work on signatures in time, there are too many here now for that. Just think that any you feel to be equal to that general's power signature likely are. They would be knights or eternal senshi. Under them, anyone feeling at the same level as me, would be squires as well or super senshi. Anything weaker are senshi and pages. The Negaverse uses the ranks of lieutenant, captain, and general. Higher up than an eternal, knight, or a general are the ones with the massive signatures you feel." Three royal senshi were here and a royal knight and she could feel it clear as day, she was sure he could as well. "The Negaverse has people that powerful also." That chaos signature was...a lot and it was oppressive.

It was when the figure that had brought them all here started to talk that she silenced herself and listened. Help them...he had powers they couldn't imagine? The questions he asked of them and what he told them, while very little was telling in some ways, Delphi stood watching and staring at the figure. There was a lot she wished to say, and ask, but she held her tongue and allowed hers to speak instead. She was not going to join in on the insanity by adding her own voice to the mix. "Now we learn and listen." She whispered to Slidr.

Sailor Lacrimosa

The Senshi of Cherry Blossoms didn't even bat an eye when she felt Sinistra cling to her other arm, a gentle smile given to her friend. It was nice to know that her presence helped the other who often felt so out of place. Maybe one day, with some help, she wouldn't have to continue to feel that way.

"Of course I would be here. I can't let anything like this go unchecked when I have such cute Senshi to look after." Because really, the both of them were just adorable and needed guidance she hoped she could give.

"I can't say for sure if this is normal. I haven't really been in a group this large for... some time." Flashes of blood showed in her mind and she tried not to react physically. "A lot of us are unsure of what's going on. We're trying to get answers."

A look to the cloaked figure, hoping that they were close wouldn't frighten Sinistra more. "We were called by that person, who wants our help for something. We don't have much more knowledge then that because they seem to want their questions answered first."

Something that seemed to bother so many around them. And she couldn't blame them in the least, they were plenty more experienced then she.

Another smile was given to her though, pulling her just a little closer. "Do you like getting to see all the uniforms though? I'll admit, I think I'm most envious of the royals. They're all so pretty."

Once more, the stranger faced a flurry of responses. He anticipated an array—wanted as much, even. Without any clear leader, clearly there could be no single one goal. But he wanted to hear what he could, of all that was there. Some answers, he liked. Some questions, he liked.

Some, he did not.

He did not announce that he thought some of them incredibly rude. He would never have spoken to a foreign entity in this way, much less one he knew nothing about.

"…Some of you rise to hostility so quickly. I am aware that I am a stranger to you. I know that, well. You are as much a stranger to me as I am to you, but you have the benefit of numbers. But I called you here, and you answered. You did not have to come, and I will not force you to stay. I did not say I would not answer you. I only asked that this be a mutual exchange."

His eyes were on Ganymede. "I would have thought a Princess would understand the importance of a two way conversation. If you do not want to answer, you do not have to. You may keep your secrets." He averted his gaze to Celsus, sharing the message. "So much of who I am is inconsequential to this moment. To this offer. I would not expect you to deliver a summary of your lifetime to me. I ask only to understand where you all stand. And I will tell you where I stand, and what I can to," he had to search for words occasionally, but this was the longest pause. Finally, he settled on, "Clarify."

Some of them were helping him better understand. Oberon gave a quick summary, and he nodded when Andronicus expanded on it. To each new person who offered him an answer, he directed his attention to them and listened intently. His eyes were intense, and sometimes felt like they were piercing—looking for something hidden beneath the flesh. For their words, Scholomance, Elpis, Babylon, Thraen, Nirvana, Glitnir, Cybele, Syrma, Chaldene , Etamin, Sadachbia, and Lacrimosa all received this look. It may have been intense, but it was not hostile. His gaze lingered on Gevaudan, even, pleased that the sneezing man had sense about him. Though, when he attempted to defend the Negaverse, the cloaked man visibly bristled.

He looked to Metis. "With all due respect, neither are you in a position to decide what information is irrelevant and which is important. I have asked for information to make sure your goals align with mine. I have been betrayed, before. I will do everything in my power to avoid such again. The truth is already in your words. You cannot be assured my responses are my true intention, and for as long as you doubt them you will not trust me. I did not come here to deceive. I came here because I need help. I want—" his voice cracked. A part of him caved. "I want to go home. I do not want to be on this miserable rock any longer. I have spent my time here, I have wasted my time here. Let me go home. That is all I would ask of you."

He hunched a bit; this was taxing on him. They had other questions that he had avoided, but he knew that he could not receive information without giving some.

Some of them were asking for a date. Some had pressured for one. But some, like Perdita, made it easier for him to want to respond. And Cassiopeia asked about his home…

A thousand dates came to mind, but none of them the last date he remembered. His gaze lowered for a moment and he seemed to be frantically scanning his mind; his eyes moved rapidly, like he was scanning the pages of a book. His hand, bandaged with faded scraps of fabric clenched into a fist at his side.

"This is her fault. All of this. I remember," he said, frustration and pain slipping unconcealed into his voice, "Her. The Queen of Earth, Beryl. I remember the shadow behind her. The cold eyes of the monster that consumed her. I remember…"

Another silence; he was taking great effort to carry his voice, but he'd spent centuries silent, or screaming. But he spoke again, after he pause, voice rejuvenated by anger.

"…I remember her words, and her actions. There was a treaty. I was signing a treaty. With her. With her Negaverse. But I was betrayed."

He trembled, in chill or silent rage, and needed another second to compose himself.

"Beryl is my enemy. Metallia is my enemy. The Negaverse is my enemy," he said, looking to Subamara for only a second before he scanned the crowd again.

"I would offer you the power to strike back at her. To strike the Negaverse, directly. But…to do that, I would have to ask you to do something for me, first."

Syrma-Senshi of Wolves:
Ducked slightly, almost reflexively, as those piercing eyes hit her, squirming as she was briefly uncertain what that gaze was searching for, and if she had what it wanted, or if she wanted to have it. But she was really fascinated now. This guy had to be old... like... dragon old. Maybe he was secretly a dragon or something... no that was stupid. He could be part monster and look like a youma maybe?

"That's... crazy depressing." ... Wow... he probably didn't even know what pizza was. Or French Fries. That was also depressing.. She debated sending Ballard of to go find a street vendor, but he'd steal them. And then cover them in hot sauce. The guy had had enough betrayal by the sound of it without his food betraying him.

...And she could stand to focus, something she admitted to herself, but it was easier to be a little ridiculous about feeding an stranger his first french fries than it was to think about the fact he was claiming to have been there when Beryl betrayed everyone. That was a big, pointy piece of confusion to swallow and it stuck in her craw.

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Kairatos of Mars:
"...I'm listening." Kairatos called out, just loud enough to be heard, amongst any others who might also be curious. It didn't seem like a coincidence, not when the Code had been talking about the vast LOSS of the fallen Academy, but he knew he, personally, continued to struggle. Cinnabar alone had left her share of marks on him, and he had in mind to leave a bigger black eye on the Negaverse than repeated stalemates with her claws.

Who... or WHAT this man was was still beyond him, but even cautious.... well... someone had to find out what the catch was. Probably a number of them.

Venice of Ganymede.

He knew the cloaked figure felt powerful, felt different, but the words first spoken had his interest peaked, had questions racing through his mind but he was unable to latch onto any, so he remained silent at Erebus' side. He listened to others and noted the hostility in some voices while others lacked it, which was good. There was no reason to upset someone, or something, which claimed such power and who felt as this being did. It was not smart and were he confident enough he might have said as much - but he didn't.

It was when the figure spoke again, when their voice cracked and they aid what they wanted, that Venice moved away from Erebus' side and stepped forward. Being new to this country he felt he could sort of, perhaps in a much smaller and less significant way, could relate to the figure who spoke of who his enemies were and of his offer to help them strike back at the Negaverse.

He didn't shove his way through people or even brush against them. Somehow though Venice wound up closer to the figure, close enough that only a few feet separated them. Bowing once, low, in a show of respect he straightened himself slowly. His dark eyes unblinking as he looked the figure over before seeking out their golden eyes with his own dark ones. "You have suffered a great dishonor, to be hurt by those who you made treaty with. I cannot see what you have suffered or the sadness which must be in you. Please though, how do we strike them? How do we balance things once more?" He asked. He hoped this figure could figure out his accent, could understand where words were missing or wrong. He hoped to be understood as she stood there before the figure hoping to be heard by them while thinking himself rather small and insignificant when compared to others here.

Cetus: With Sidouer, Phact, and others.

Cetus hadn't been a senshi long but when he felt the tugging feel as he powered up, he'd only been home from lessons at the dojo a half an hour, he went to follow it. He let that tugging feel, and the power signatures, lead him right to a rather large gathering of people - what the hell was going on? It was while he was wandering amongst the group, mentally cursing the geta he wore the whole time, that he spied a very familiar senshi and headed after them. There was no way in hell he was letting his cousin wander about here all on her own - nope. He was following after her, he didn't want to call out loud in order to gain her attention.

The trailing of Sidouer was slow, thanks to the useless sandals on his feet, but he did finally catch up to her and reached out to lay a hand on her shoulder. "What are you doing out here cousin?" He questioned. He didn't know the danger of events like this, he had certainly not been around for the Shade Fairy event or anything else, but he didn't like this either way. If nothing else he was sticking with his cousin to keep her safe, if any happened to her he would not forgive himself. For the moment his focus was solely on his cousin and he ignored those around them, those who his cousin was with.

Eternal Navi of Tumbleweeds - Purified DMS

Still being relatively new to this crowd, and as of yet unsure of her over all reception, Navi had lingered near the back of the crowd upon arrival, keeping to herself, but also not drawing attention to herself. It allowed her to listen, to watch, in peace, and she continued in this fashion for quite some time, until she felt and saw couple of overly familiar faces and decided to finally make a move to join the rest of the gathered knights and senshi.

With quiet words, and apologies she wove her careful way through the crowd until she was standing at the Royal knight's side. A little too close, perhaps, but Camelot, to her, meant safety. A hand brushed the cool armor on his arm as she smiled up at him, and she held her hands out for the small cat he was holding.

She didn't see Chaonis, but she imagined he might be at work.


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Baikal, Page of Mercury

a little late to the party, Baikal had hung back for a while before making his way through the gathered senshi to stand near the one Knight he was actually considered a friend as well as alley. He didn't say anything when he reached Babylon's side, but stood there quietly, tensely.



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