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The ringing sound of flesh on flesh rang in the room, an angry sound that silenced just about everything and Hector's head snapped sideways and held for a moment as Chibiusa slapped him with all the force she could muster. The dignified and sure princess that Serandite had known was replaced with the glowing red eyes and fury of a demoness as rage burned through Black Lady's body like a battle song. "You have no right. None. I did the stupidest thing that I could have ever done and trusted you and you did something to me! I woke up here and you are here! This is not home!" It was obvious, but remarkable was the fact that she spoke of Ray's apartment as home. She'd never done that before.

Her voice was high and almost a scream as she continued on with nary a second for a breath. "Now we are here, with no power and all I can think is that this is your fault! If you had not done what you did to me, none of this would have happened!" There was silence as she stared at him, slowed her breathing, and then drew up as tall and proud as she could before speaking with a low and deadly malevolence that only he could hear.

"And if you ever speak of my mother again, I will kill you where you stand, even if I die too. You do not deserve to even know her name." For Usagi, it was a bit much. But for a hurt and lost little girl in a big boy's world, it was all she could do was speak through her feelings. And right now, her feelings were all red and black, angry and jagged. She'd drive them into his heart, if only she could.

Serandite had leapt up from her bed as soon as the hostile prince headed directly for Usagi, sending an apologetic look towards Ametrine before leaving the lieutenant. Venomous words were thrown before Serandite reached the scene, like two snakes in one tank. Serandite cut in between the raging princess and prince, along with Marlo. Serandite was obviously batting for the princess while the other probably did so for the male. She wasn't about to talk to Hector-- someone she didn't even know. No.

Serandite knew that she was jumping in rashly. Very rashly.

"Okay, Usagi, he overdid it with the insult. You're angry but right now, both of you guys are blaming each other with different sides of the story. Different sides, you hear me?" Serandite struggled to stand face-to-face with Usagi, a difficult task considering their difference in height. Serandite wasn't even sure if she was allowed the right to butt into their fight-- perhaps her time with Usagi had allowed an inappropriate familiarity that Serandite was stepping over. She wasn't sure.

"You're blaming him-- he's blaming you. There's something wrong with the picture here." Serandite tried to inject her argument loudly, unsure of her words were having any effect on the seething princess. Who knew? It might have landed on deaf ears.

"Pointless?" Hector had let Marlo yank him back, but now he had rounded on the elder Xanis and tugged his arm away. For a moment he was up in Marlo's grill but seemed to realise it was unnecessary testosterone, as he pulled away from being eye-to-eye. Backed down. "You think I'm doing this for pointless?"

One arm spread out in a mock-grand gesture. Hector was an angry showboat. He wouldn't have backed down from a fight for anyone whose name didn't rhyme with malexandros -- not even Laocoon, not Aeneas. "Ladies and gentleman of the jury," he said, "I present to you Small Lady, murderer, traitor and accomplice to Wiseman, thief of the Marcasite Crystal as well as the Opal. I ain't doing this for pointless, Marlo -- without who we wouldn't be stuck here today. You've killed a lot of people for an itty bitty baby of fourteen, Chibiusa."

He was straightening his cravat, readjusting his gloves. For a moment he looked right at Serandite, but then his gaze went back to Black Lady. Now he left for the center table with the pitcher and one of the eight mugs, never taking the weight of his gaze off of the girl in question as he poured himself some water. "She'd snap your neck as soon as look at you, Marlo Xanis. If I left her alone with you for even a minute. Everyone in this room."

Snapping necks was what came to her mind at the moment, and without even taking her eyes off of the rose-haired young woman, Black Lady tried to restrain herself and speak calmly. "Move, Serandite, I do not want to hurt you. Only him." Which at the moment was the truth. There were probably more important things to do, like figure out where they were, or how they were leaving. But the moment the princess had laid eyes on Hector, everything had flown out of her head but shaking and beating him until he paid for what he'd done. What he did to her she was not yet certain of, but there was absolutely no way that he was innocent!

Chin jerking, she snorted and waved a hand, ticking points off on her long fingers. "Murderer, yes. The Negaverse members here I am sure are very upset by this, they have never hurt anyone. I am sure you, pure Prince Hector, have never hurt a soul. Just tricked a poor lost princess who has lost her home into revealing her secrets! Thief is under debate. Your queen tried to steal my father, locked away my Helios, tried to kill my mother and myself. I simply made sure she could not do it again! I did not need to steal the Opal, I have my own. I simply wished to see my cousin, I cannot be blamed for what Wiseman has done." It was her story, and she was sticking to it. Anyone that could have proved her wrong was far away and it was all hearsay, in any case! Her tone was mocking and scathing and her command of the language aided by the rules of the dream world.

Hands hit on her hips then, and she tossed her head pridefully. "I do not have the power to send us where we are today. If I did, I would not be standing here, powerless and fighting with you, slave prince. Oh and by the way...you are wrong. I would not hurt this boy, I do not know him. He may help me escape this place you and that b*****d pretender Nehelenia have brought us to!" The unspoken tenet was that she would have killed all of them in a moment if Wiseman had simply asked her to. But trust a Black Moon prince to not understand such a concept as love. He'd said to her himself, and she was never going to forget it! "I am Princess Small Lady Serenity, daughter of Neo-Queen Serenity and King Endymion of Crystal Tokyo, known to this one," her eyes lit upon Lyra, "as Princess Serenity of the White Moon and Prince Endymion of Earth, and more royal than you can dream of being!" With a grand flourish, she gave a mocking little bow to the showy cavalier, face contorted into a sneer that would have made the haughtiest matron stand and applaud her.

What, really? Was Serandite the most boneheaded captain in the history of ever? Really? "... Captain Serandite, you do not want to be in the middle of that." Fabulous. Black Lady, ally to the Negaverse? It was rich to hear trash talking from her. But why that surprised her, she didn't know. This woman had been a senshi. Moreover, she was a royal. Royal in the way Queen Beryl was a royal. ... Sort of. But the White Moon was their enemy. Black Lady Serenity was a White Moon royal. It was no wonder she was so willing to sell them out at the drop of a hat.

Lieutenant Ametrine's eyes hardened as she watched the woman, and she got to her feet. Of all the stupid, foolish times to be having an argument. "Why don't we figure out where we are and who is holding us? I don't suppose that strikes any of you as important." Whatever. She looked around herself, searching for an out... or something, anything that did not involve interacting with that haughty, overbearing woman. They would all have to work together in the end, she figured, but that didn't mean she needed to focus on it now.

She blinked, examining the door from a distance. It was not like any door she might have expected to see in the house of a dwarf, or even seven dwarves. It was a big door. She would have anticipated a small door, if anything. So... did that mean they weren't in a Snow White-esque scenario? Hmmn. It was a real pity that she didn't know her fairy tales better. Assuming this matched any fairy tale, which admittedly it might not. How entirely frustrating. Then again, this whole thing was frustrating, with no sign of getting better.

"Look, i understand you all have your squabbles... some more than others." She nodded once towards Black lady and one at Hector; she placed the glass of water she was drinking down. "...But do you think killing each other here would do us any good? I mean hell i still have no flippin clue where we are! Let alone how the hell to get out of here- look at that enormous door how are we supposed to break THAT down. " To emphasize a point she spread her arms wide to indicate the room, and the door.

Lyra was naive, but she was listening to most of the conversation and well... shocked. The pink haired one they called 'small lady' was a killer? ...Well that shouldn't really shock her- a lot of people she knew could be considered killers if you thought about it. Senshi kill negaversers, negaversers kill senshi. Cavaliers kill too. "There is unfortunately a few stories that the number seven is significant to?" She looked back at the ones discussing this. "Theres the seven dwarfs, seven swan brothers, seven swabians, wolf and the seven goats, and even the seven ravens." Just to name a few she could think up off the top of her head.

Though this was cut short as she looked around, feeling eyes on the back of her head her own green colored ones settled on those of Black Lady's. "....."

"...."

She... was the daughter of the moon princess they have been looking for? Her, Black lady, whom has (apparently) killed and stolen? She was the spawn of the light that, before the nightmares started, warmed the minds and hearts of sleeping senshi all across Destiny City? Lyra was confused. Should she be... infatuated? Somewhere, deep down she knew that she was speaking the truth but...something seemed off about her. If she was a WHITE moon princess....why was she dressed in black?

This entire fight was frustrating Serandite. Obviously, they had their own battles to hash out. In the short time she had come to know Usagi, Serandite could admit that she felt a certain kinship with her. But as a sensible person to any other person, she felt the need to point out common sense in the situation.

"Prince-- No snide comments. You're just riling her up." Serandite was looking with a very annoyed glance at Hector, eyes turning to Ametrine, Aquarius, Lyra and Walkure. As each of them spoke, they spoke more and more sense. She hoped it wasn't landing on ignorant ears. "Listen to all of these guys. We're all stuck here, with virtually zero power and we want to get out. I don't expect all of us to play nice like carebears. When we get out of here, you can hit each other up with explosions. Heck, we'll all go back to hitting each other. But, For now, we're working on the door." Serandite struggled to direct both of the bickering royalty to the door, hoping to finally cease the cross fire.

The water in Serandite's cup was empty now. She didn't bother to go back for refills in the midst of the chaos. She leaned against the wall instead, propped up against one of the many paintings, sighing. She wanted to throw that painting out of frustration right now.

"Seven.. Well.. Does the number of beds really matter? Is that, in any way, going to help us open the door?"

It took Hector some silence to calm himself. In the end, he said, "Fine," and knocked back his water before approaching the door directly. It wasn't in his nature to try to figure out the cautious route. Instead he stopped in front of the door and looked up at it, thrown slightly by its unexpected largeness and bigness.

"I'm just going to get the hell out of here," he said. "Anyone with me?" And he knocked at the door.