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Nothing.

They had accomplished absolutely nothing.

The warmth of the sunrise was immediately followed by the unwelcoming coldness of the Negaverse subspace, and Uranophane's expression had descended to subzero temperatures that matched the environment she was suddenly in. She stared at the ground, saying nothing... and for a while, thinking nothing.

But then everything caught up to her, and her jaw clenched in frustration. With one smarting gloved hand she ripped her goggles clean off her face, and threw them to the ground with an unintelligible snarl.

Uranophane sauntered across the mirrored floor for a moment, before spotting Zinkenite and wordlessly taking a spot next to him. She didn't seem to notice -- or was too polite to point out -- that there were tears brimming over his eyes. Instead, she simply, bitterly said, "Well, wasn't that completely ******** pointless."

There was no word for what happened when you went past furious. Well there was, but Linarite refused to consider 'insane with anger' for even a moment. She wasn't crazy and anyone that tried to tell her that she was crazy was going to be on the receiving end of such displeasure that snuggling up to Beryl naked seemed like a better idea. Tanzanite's query was answered with a wordless scream of rage as the sand-coated young woman stood and smashed her staff into the wall so hard the ball on the end shattered. The glass tinkled on the floor like little stars, and then she heard her name again.

"Petal?!" Panic came on wings to cut through anger like a keen knife. She knew her cousin in the most perfect of ways and there was something wrong that her Rosie was calling out for her like that. Otherwise she would have come over or something. There was a moment when gold eyes looked at Tanz across the room and a reassuring smile went from one young woman to another, and then white hands were pushing through the crowd. She would have loved a hug from her friend, but that was dicey on a normal day, let alone right now. Now was just...bad.

"Get out of my way. I swear to God if a single of you stand between me and my cousin I'll end you where you stand." Being a general had a few perks. Very few these days, but the crowd melted and there was Petalite, laying on her stomach all pale. Hands reached down and checked her body. No broken arms or legs. "What's wrong honey?"

"That we do." She murmured in response to Raite, Serandite's shaky legs leading her towards the sitting captain. "Alkaid-- Anyone that's free, round them up for medicine. We've got some, don't we?" Her head tipped to the next room over while her hands worked at ripping off large parts of her kimono sleeve.

Those heavy cloths came in handy sometime.

"We can't go to a hospital Wolframite. If anything, those senshi will be flowing into them-- When the news gets wind of dozens of kids going there, it'll be problematic." Serandite's voice came out muffled, her teeth holding onto a section of the cloth while her hand forcibly ripped it.

She was at Raite's side, wrapping a thin strip around the worse of his cuts, on his arm. Uranophane's words echoed dimly through the large room, resonating.

"We got nothing done-- save for lowering their numbers. But so are ours." She hollowly echoed, her hands wiping away the blood on Raite's expression. Her old friend-- how he seemed suited for battle far more than she. Naturally, he wouldn't come back without proving it.

Scheelite looked up briefly at the clatter that signaled goggles to ground. He reached out to grab them, but being nowhere near close enough it was a fruitless effort. Shame...they were really shiny, and he liked them, and some strange part of him felt he would be just that much better if he could piss off Uranophane like old times.

"General Tanzanite!"
Came the reply that was rather uncharacteristically respectful. Usually he called her Tanzy.
"I...can't stand. Senshi got my knee with her spear, I dunno how bad it is but I suspect it's pretty bad. It...hurts so much and I still tried, I tried so hard."
He was sobbing now, both from pain and the absolute frustration of how much they had lost and how little this battle mattered in the grand scheme of things.

"I want to go back, to fight. End this war now."
Brave words from the odd captain. But as soon as Zink gave his 'order' (the blonde would always feel Zink was capable of giving him orders), he broke down once again.
"Can't man...I've...got no energy for that."
He needed to rest before he could even think of teleporting himself anywhere near a hospital.

Alkaid barely managed to contain herself, shifting where she stood. She wanted to help but she had no idea where to even start as Tanzanite vomited up bone after bone and a great deal of raw flesh. It was grotesque but Alkaid could feel her need to help itching at her.

Once Tanzanite got herself up into a slumped position against the wall, she breathed a small sigh of relief. When she spoke, Alkaid managed something between a grimace and a smile. "Don't worry about me," she said, though it was somewhat evading her question. She was alright enough that she didn't want anyone wasting energy on her.

Luckily, General Serandite provided a good enough distraction - Alkaid could put her restlessness into helping people. "I'll check," she murmured, disappearing through doors that led to a supply room she could only assume was reserved for medical resources. She was gone a few moments before she came back with her hands full of first aid kits balanced beneath boxes of bandages and medicine. She walked carefully, as if she were afraid it might all tip over, and finally managed to set it down in a clear space.

"There's more in there if we need it," she let out a long breath and looked around her at the dozens of negaverse soldiers that were dripping blood. "I can start bandaging up anyone that needs it." She waved a clean roll of gauze in her hand, looking from one injured soldier to the next - where in the world was she even supposed to start?

She lowered her gaze too, thinking about the battle in her head. The once bloodlust that she had... was dwindling down. The wounds she had were starting to hurt just a BIT more.

Being telelported originally out of the shower, once she left the subspace... she would once again be there and see her wounds.

owch, not only that but her water bill was going to suck. She hoped her bathroom wasn't flooded.

Looking around she listened intently, remembering the bodies she had stepped over... both comrad and foe. "Outnumbered... we did make a dent in their numbers..."

She said outloud. "...But we really did not accomplish anything other than bloodshed, did we? heh.." She peered around, noticing that she was near Zink...well near enough to lift herself up and walk towards him. "... You guys look like the giant senshi ball ran you over." She asked eying zink and scheelite as she stated the obvious about the whole room. Really she had no shame as she sat down near them. ******** standing, she was hurting.

"And how do we know the enemy's not preparing to go right back there as we speak, Tanzanite?" Uranophane responded, her heady gaze turning towards the General. "You saw how easily they made their entrance, they couldn't even bother to be proud of their efforts!"

She imbibed her energy furiously, crunching the little pearl loudly enough that the noise reverberated across the whole room.

"For all we know, we just delayed an inevitability. They're going to go back. We all know this."

Bismuthite stared at the energy in his hand, then jerked to attention at the sound of his name. "I am fine, for the most part. Nothing serious, anyway," He said to Tanzanite, whom he was standing quite near to.

Not that he hadn't given what he could. He had just been lucky. Extremely lucky. And there were others who needed the energy Laurelite gave him more than he did. His uniform was tattered, his silver hair was clumped together with blood, and plastered to his face, and he had a pretty good cut on his shoulder, but it was nothing compared to everyone else.
Oh, but he was proud of himself though. But him being proud didn't mean much. After all, he worked for the praise of others. That, amongst a select few other things, is what drove him. But now he had a mental debate at hand - literally. To made good with the energy expended to him, or to help someone in more need than he?