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Babylon

Babylon glanced briefly behind him, nodding to Chariklo, the cat that accompanied her, and to Baikal. It was good to see them, even in these uncertain circumstances. It was good to see Hvergelmir, too, but he understood why she'd gone to stand where she did - Babylon raised his left hand and tapped out a quick message on his ring's holographic interface, glancing briefly down to make sure he hadn't made any unforgivable typos.

The shadowy figure spoke again, his eyes moving across the crowd - Babylon shuddered when it was his turn to hold the stanger's gaze, but tried to clamp down on it. Respect was important. So was not showing fear.

A treaty with queen Beryl was enough for him to put an approximate date to the stranger, and an enemy of an enemy was certainly a good start for an alliance... but the man's strange energy signature still needed to be dealt with, along with his mysterious identity. "I don't pretend to speak for everyone here," said Babylon, speaking up to fill the silence left when the Page of Ganymede finished speaking, "But your offer seems like it would offer us a new advantage that it would be wise to take. However, I'm sure you can appreciate that we want to know who we're dealing with. Who were you, that Beryl would see fit to make treaties with you, would see a need to imprison you?"

Ganymede eyed Gevaudan and felt somewhat uncomfortable. Not because of anything he did or said, but because she wasn't all that confident in herself when it came to him. She really wanted him to like her, but she wasn't sure how to go about doing that. Somehow she wasn't sure being herself was going to help her, given her tendency to mouth off and annoy people. She wasn't always the nicest person and had the habit of expressing her discomfort with group settings by being a complete pain in the a**.

She didn't even necessarily disagree with him. Not completely. She didn't think the Negaverse as a whole should be considered their enemy, though she hated quite a lot more of them now than she used to. She only considered those who posed a significant threat to be their enemy. The rest were just misguided. And probably brainwashed. And they had really weird hangups about Moon Queens and Moon Princesses that didn't really have anything to do with Earth as it was now considering they were, well... dead.

Ganymede rolled her eyes and made an ugly face when the cloaked figure responded to her. Naturally she was chided for being perfectly rational. That wasn't anything new.

“We're the ones who asked questions first. You didn't answer them. Instead you asked us questions and expected us to answer when you didn't show us the same courtesy before. Answering our questions now doesn't change the fact that you didn't when we asked you the first time.”

She probably wasn't making herself any allies, and she probably wasn't really being smart by back-talking someone who could very well be more powerful than she was.

Okay, so maybe she wasn't really as rational as she liked to think she was.

He said some really encouraging things about the Negaverse and Metallia being his enemy, and if that was the case she could maybe see how allying with him would be helpful, but he also had absolutely nothing to show that he was being truthful. He could just as easily be spouting off exactly what they wanted to hear.

“Do you have a name to go along with that sob story we have no proof even happened?”

There was a Page up by the cloaked figure. Upon closer inspection his outfit sported some very familiar looking symbols. But he was bowing to the cloaked figure. And that just made Ganymede feel really... really... she didn't know, but her stomach did kind of a weird flop and she felt a little protective of this poor boy and his obvious (and hopefully genuine) efforts at being respectful.

“Hey... Hey!” she said in a loud whisper that may as well have not been a whisper at all, considering her voice tended to carry. “You with the stripey pants! Don't stand so close to him when you don't know if he's dangerous or not! And... don't bow down like that, oh my god he could kill you without you even noticing!”

Gevaudan

The knight glanced over at the Princess and smiled. That was a very logical statement to make. Why give intelligence when nothing was provided. If anything, they could hope to get SOMETHING out of him, even if he didn't want to piss off a power that might become a ally. That still didn't mean he was opening his arms to some foreign power that professed to need them.

"So do you guys often get foreign agents from space coming to seek your aid? The only aliens we met wanted us dead and we had to just killed off." The damn tree from ages ago was a good example.

"Seems it doesn't matter what you say. No one is organized to be the lead speaker for the group. Everyone else is just giving out what you aren't. Shouldn't you be in charge if you're a Princess? Like our General Queens?"

Though he did hear one voice that had him looking around.

Did........


.....................did he hear Castor?

Castor, near the figure, with an Arthur on his head, an Iduna under his wings, and too many words dear ******** GOD

"I am afraid that who you are is as relevant as to whom you are beholden to, and to who's banner you march or once marched under." Castor might have been polite, but the being, this man, was speaking in a way that sent a chill down his spine.

This was like talking to Kunzite all over again. A memory, an echo of someone who knew and who's past held answers that were not going to be given without cajoling. Or as he'd done in his youth, incessant prodding.
"You don't seem to be in the best of shape to put it bluntly. But, just the same, if you are from a time you say you are from- Endymion and Serenity are dead. However, Beryl has been removed as well. Metalia is the current leader spearheading the force calling itself the negaverse. Kunzite was-"
Brilliant. A better person than he was. Someone who didn't deserve to have been cut down and should have had a second chance.
Someone who could have guided them to perhaps a better future.
"Reborn free to Beryl's thrall, but has also fallen. Helios has vanished, for the better in my opinion, and of the survivors of the white moon kingdom?" Castor motioned to the crowd.
"Many who are here are it's remnants. However." He bristled as he heard some answers saying they served white moon.

"Some would claim the White Moon Kingdom as their sovereignty, Others do not. A very distinct difference for and to myself."
Others gave their voices and some, he could agree with other he did not.

Looking back at the crowd, he smiled at the arrival of Polaris, resisting giving her a wave. Though his smile shifted to something more unpleasant as it moved to rest on Hvergelmir. There was no trust between them, and he knew that. Teide came as an unexpected surprise, one that made his unfriendly grin crack to uncertainty.
"Sparklestick. I was wondering when you'd show. And I'm glad to see you're holding up well Pinkie."
It did remind him however to the small child behind his wings. And, to the man's assertion to power.

"Hey, Iduna, go stand with Hvergelmir alright? I don't want to hit you with my wings. If you stay there, you might get hurt." A hand reached up, stroking the head of one guardian cat before scratching under his chin.
"Still not my daughter."

But that out of the way, Castor looked back at the man, curious and doing his best not to show more than needed. School his face, mask his emotions- lessons his brother had given him that Castor had never mastered.
"If it's power or knowledge you offer, I'm not one to turn it down. But... Everything comes with a price in war, and yours is a favor- I'm more than willing to perform favors in exchange for power. I don't want this rock. It's not mine, and I have mine. You want to leave and that makes two of us. There are no defined leaders here except those who once were."

It was their safest option. He knew it would cost him to make the claim, hell, he'd already shown himself as a royal, and now, he was realizing that it had been a mistake to do so.

When you had power and had a captive audience, the best way to assert power over them was to assert power over their leaders.

Two hands behind his back, his old and yet reliable flip phone was opened, memory guiding fingers as he text out a single message.



He kept talking- the one thing he'd always been good at.
"I enjoy alliances, provided they prove to my benefit and end goal.You want off this rock? Done." He smiled at the figure.
"Tell me how to get you to your home, and I'll do it. Explain what power you offer, because if it's worth my time, then its worth me ricking my a** for."

Sailor Skoll

Okay well she didn't quite believe the cloaked figure's sob story, though the pain in his voice made it some what believable. The whole group was tense, many of the ones huddled around the.. royals? were snippy and barking like fearful dogs. Maybe that was what it was about. They were scared, scared of this unknown entity which could, yes, kill them or torture them or what.

But, she felt no fear. A by product of being new, she supposed.

The senshi of the pack looked around the group and found a rather small pup among the crowd. Small being compared to her amazonian height. Everyone was small to her. Skoll peeled off the main group and went to stand near the chibi senshi, in a sort of protective fashion.

She crouched down to introduce herself. "I'm Sailor Skoll. Thought you could use a bit of cover in case cloaked dude goes crazy," she said with a smile. She had no candy to offer in peace, but maybe she'd appreciate someone standing with her at least.



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Chibi Iduna

Iduna looked up at Castor, trying to gage the Prince's reaction to the whole thing before making her own opinion. This was unknown territory for Iduna, and while she saw many another chibi in the group, she felt rather alone in all this. Sticking with the big Prince guy was the best option.

She did not know who this Beryl was, she didn't really know what this Metallia was, and she really wanted to know why a dude probably thousands of years old was still a functional walking person.

Castor spoke of people long since dead and then spoke down to her. She nodded at him, looking over at the white haired woman she remembered from New Years last year. She scurried off to go stand next to Hvergelmir.

"Prince Castor sent me over to stand with you," she said in a quieter voice, tucking herself ever so slighty behind the cosmos knight. Better safe than sorry.

Slievenamon, Page of Neptune

Slieve had remained silent the entire time, trying to absorb as much of the conversation between the cloaked figure and the members of the group exchanging questions, answers, and, unfortunately, some hostilities with him. It was a bit of a feat; so many voices were clashing together that it formed a indecipherable cacophony in her ear at times. Still, she pulled through, and managed to glean a bit of information from them.

Apparently, the cloaked figure was... Old. Quite old. Thousands of years, to be exact. And he talked of a treaty? This caused her eyebrows to raise. This, obviously, wasn't something mandated by the government. At least, she thought it wasn't.

When her mind reeled back from her thoughts, she noticed the throng around Phact had enlarged. She gave a quick glance to Cetus and nodded in greeting should he happen to look her way, but nothing more. She bid the same to Sidouer before returning her attention back to the main concentration of the group.

Sleet Tempest Snape

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Shanyume

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"They're gonna need cover from me if they make trouble. Well... all of us. We have him totally outnumbered." The fifteen year old Senshi announced with confidence. She was still on the small side, but closer up, the lines of muscle under her skin were more visible, though most of these were from continued study of Ballet. If nothing else, she had confidence.

"I'm Syrma." She repeated. "The cat is Ballard, who should not be left unattended around food." She turned her head enough to try and glare at the Sphynx nestled in her hood, who winked one bright green eye at Skoll, and add a cheerful "Yo." to the conversation.

"Who are you?" Syrma continued deliberately jostling the hood with the nearly hairless Guardian cat in it, so that he jumped down with a grumble, something about getting muck on his 'classy threads'. "And who's the weird guy up front? The one with the black wings and the attitude? What's he mean 'not aligned' with the Moon Queen?" She hadn't heard a lot about the politics, but she hadn't heard anything about other ... empires? Kingdoms? Whatever... but this guy talked like everyone was supposed to have heard of him.

Sailor Lacrimosa

Lacrimosa could not suppress a shudder at the intensity of the gaze that was turned to her, instinctively pushing the two younger senshi behind her. The gaze was not threatening, searching maybe a little deeper then she would have liked, but something just did not want her girls to be subject to that same piercing stare.

They didn't need to be any more nervous then they were.

"What is it you're looking for?" she asked him, unwilling to ignore how searching the intense look had been. She didn't expect an answer.

Brown eyes stared back at the man, watching him and his reactions to the others. She felt almost bad for him, hearing that he'd been betrayed. It seemed the Negaverse was good at things like that. How many had been tricked by the evil queen?

This almost sounded like a fairy tale.

And like most fairy tales when a mysterious figure asked you a favor in return for something (power usually, go figure), it tended to end badly.

"While I am not in the business of revenge," not that she didn't still want some sort of revenge herself. "I suppose the better question is what it is exactly you want of us? What you want us to do?"

A pause and a frown.

"And what is this power you offer." Because that too could be something of a trick? Or just as dangerous. Everything came with a price and there would be no telling what this power he was offering could do to those who tried to wield it.

"I want to help but I won't do so blindly, not when there are so many worth protecting. Not when I have so many of importance to protect."