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"Who the ******** are you?"

Well, if that wasn't the friendliest reception in the book, she'd be damned. Nemesis hardly had enough time to enjoy the victory over the youma. Hell, she had just turned to make a comical remark on how many of them it took to take down one youma to Pegasus before this new... man-thing showed up. At least her irritation for this new guy would likely never reach the level of irritation that Nemesis held in a special place in her heart just for Castor. Still, Nemesis wanted to know who the hell this guy was.

He didn't feel like an enemy, but perhaps her perception was wrong. If she wasn't tired from chasing that b***h of a youma, she might have felt more inclined to say her perception was off. Still, the guy had done nothing wrong but be an idiot.

"Don't be like that, Sailor Douche Bag."

Still, somewhere in her heart, Nemesis could not pass up the opportunity to torment Castor.

Nemesis placed her hands on her hip, arching a cocky brow at the gravity-defying snow-globe wielding man-thing. "I'm Sailor Nemesis, Senshi of Decay. Again, who the ******** are you?" She had no problem giving out her name. It was just a goddamn senshi identity. Now if he asked for her civilian name and home address, that's when she'd shut her trap.

Bellatrix had been ready to turn and go back to muther ******** McDonalds, (not before dragging Themis with her, thank you very much) but the clapping had stopped her. Froze her. Despite the lack of foreboding power that accompanied the Negaverse, she couldn't so easily let down her defenses. She'd done that before. Without Europa arriving on the scene, she likely wouldn't be there now. Dark power signature or no, she wasn't making that mistake twice.

She watched the clapper's decent with narrowed blue eyes. Just who was this? Were they friend or foe? Whoever they were, she didn't recall seeing them help fight that youma, and right now, that spoke volumes to her.
That and, well, she wasn't exactly in any mood for bullshit. She had to run out on her hamburger and fries for this. She was cold, hungry, and totally pulling a quiet little temper tantrum in her head now. After this, she was going back to that McDonalds, and she was damnwell going to get another god damn burger and fries, and damn it all to hell she was going to eat it. Senshi cellphones and distress signals be damned.

"Sailor Bellatrix, Senshi of Fortitude." Short and sweet. Everyone else had already made any demand she could have spouted.

HA! He could feel his fist connect with the youma, in addition to the stinging sensation of somebody's attack. Merope really needed to learn how to attack from behind an enemy, or at least out of everyone else's way. But then the creature collapsed, and the boy disappeared briefly into the youma-cloud, coughing and trying to wave away the dust. "Blech!" He spat once the dust subsided, glaring at the dust that clung to his wet uniform. Ugggh. That was a second thing he needed to learn: gtfo from dusted youma.

By the time he could breathe again, someone else appeared. And in all hones- Merope turned his head and coughed more, thumping his chest in an attempt to get it to settle. The boy shook his head, then stared. What was going on? He looked from the senshi to the new person and back again, resisting the urge to shuffle his feet awkwardly. Only now did he realize that there were senshi stronger than him here -- and they were currently the ones speaking. Should he pipe up now? Later?

At loss of what to do (and what was going on), Merope summoned his cellphone and scanned those present. Boop! went his little senshi phone, once for every senshi present (even those that he scanned before were rescanned again). After that, he pointed it at the stranger and tried to scan, waiting for his phone to react. Or at least make a sound -- he liked the phone's sound, even if the constant boops coming from his direction made some senshi want to snatch it out of his hands and throw it.

Oh, Themis knew the gig by now. He actually saw it coming, and raised his valid arm just in time to shield his eyes (and his glasses) from the onslaught of youma-dust. It did the job just fine, but his black coat was now completely dusty.

There, now to hightail it before Bellatrix noticed h-

...Whoops. Too late. He gave her the most 'OH HAI FANCY SEEING YOU THERE' grin he could muster, but before anything else could happen, he noticed the clapping.

His first reflex was to use his sixth sense, so to speak - the stranger did not feel like the negaverse agent he'd felt did, or even like a youma - but at the same time, he didn't exactly feel like a senshi, even though he didn't feel wrong.

Uh.

"Sailor Themis." He said, carefully. "Senshi of Noise."

It felt like overkill to join the many who had demanded to know what the hell, so he refrained.

Perseus had to let out just a little grin that Castor had called himself Sailor Douchebag. While she'd had fairly pleasant experiences with the boy, she knew Rosalind had quite a different opinion of the matter. Still though, it felt good to randomly come together and defeat something that was clearly beyond any one of them, and certainly seeing all the different attacks was worth it in the end anyways.

The clapping made her raise an eyebrow as a new figure stepped on the scene. He was not dressed like a senshi, missing the iconic buttbow and bodice that she'd been accustomed to seeing. He also lacked the dark colors and military precision of the negaverse uniform that she was used to either. Just who was he?

Perseus was guarded, slipping into a well rehearsed business tone. He had an odd way of speaking that put her on edge, like he had to remember the flow of a proper meeting. She waited for the other senshi to speak their peace before pipping up. "Thank you for the compliment. I'm Sailor Perseus, Senshi of Illusion. And I would be charmed to learn your name as well." Better to be polite at first; honey tended to be more attractive than acid, after all.

-The familiar puff of success finally appeared, receiving a large woosh of relieved breath from Polaris, and she paused to let her breath and her heart rate try to catch up to each other, hands rested on her upper legs.

The sudden intrusion brought her curiousity and posture back upwards, watching the strange.. and not unpleasant feeling man make his way towards the snow and dust covered ground.

She had been tired.. but not so tired to be absolutely repulsed in the rudeness that began to snowball in front of her. A look of disaproval touched each senshi that offered some snarky response, but she kept her tongue from attempting to correct them, knowing full well that this was NOT the moment for it. One didn't quarrel in front of guests.

When her turn came her greeting was much more like Perseus', a sweet smile one her face, even going so far as taking a polite step forward.- "And I am Super Sailor Polaris, senshi of magnetism" -Perhaps she was naive. Well.. probably."

Upon half of the crowd demanding to know what the stranger's name was, his head cocked a bit, the loose strands of hair on one side threatening to fall over an eye. He looked for a moment like he was in deep concentration, or trying to remember something -- but after a second the lightbulb clicked on over his head, the bemused expression returning in full force along with it.

"Oh... I'm getting this all backwards again, aren't I?" he replied, scratching a cheek somewhat sheepishly. "Sorry about that. I don't do this sort of thing often, and the finer points always manage to get a bit jumbled up. You can call me Kurma. Or whatever else fits, but that's the usual. And you guys are honestly more suited for taking out the bad guys than I am, unless I remember to bring a car along next time..."

Kurma didn't seem very phased by the acidic and sarcastic tones that had been issued from some parts of the crowd, at any rate. Or, very possibly, they hadn't even registered in his mind at all. He just seemed sort of thrilled by the novelty of talking to people -- then again, so far he was seeming sort of thrilled by the novelty of everything else in his line of vision, to the point where he kept getting distracted by the occasional snowflake that fluttered down from above. Snow was fascinating. Watching senshi destroy a monster was fascinating --

The cheerful little boop! noise Merope's phone made upon registering Kurma was fascinating.

Well, at first apparently something had happened with the starlight-colored orb that was now dangling from its rope under his arms, and he snapped it up in his hands again to stare at it for a second before his eyes trailed over to the phone and the noise it was making. Then, with a genuine tone of appreciation in his voice, he noted, "Hey... that's Mau technology, isn't it?" He stalked over a few paces to Merope and leaned over to get a good look at it, taking in the sight of its glowing screen and all of its wonderful little buttons. "I've never seen one of those before, but that's definitely quite a piece of work. Those cats are always ahead of the game with this sort of stuff, aren't they?"

Then he went back to his spot where he had a good view of everyone, and hitched his legs up into the air so it looked like he was sitting crosslegged on some invisible table. "So... anyway, I'm curious. There's a lot of you guys out here on this rock." Kurma leaned forward and rested the palms of his hands on his ankles, looking at all the senshi with all the eagerness of a child about to hear a good campfire story. "How long's that been going on, how'd you all end up on Earth?"