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Fantastic. Now they were getting yelled at again. Was there always someone with an angry, booming voice at these things? It sure felt like it. Not that Ganymede had been in very many battles. Truth be told, this was only his second one. He should probably do the responsible thing and actually see to his duties or something, maybe go out and find some bad guys at night, but honestly… no one had ever really said anything to make him want to.

Of course, he didn’t want to be here right now either, but he hadn’t appreciated some of the treatment he’d received the last time, and he wasn’t the sort to let go of a grudge. Getting attacked by a crazy b***h with a curling iron, then kicked in the head, then slapped in the face wasn’t something he was especially proud of. He probably seemed like a wuss to these people, pathetic and weak and easy prey. Well… he’d show them. As soon as he could find them. Or he’d find somewhere to hide. Maybe sneaking up on them would be better than charging right in.

Sleep didn't come easy to someone like Tate, who always had things to do and places to be; she was lucky on the night she got four hours. Eight would have been bliss, Heaven after two months of Hell. She'd gone to bed early in the hopes of waking up and not having to consume three cups of coffee to hold her eyes open through Comparative World Cultures the next day.

It apparently hadn't worked, because she was in fact feeling very awake and surrounded by lava. A quick scan yielded very few people she knew--Zinkenite, that a*****e, and Tony Darrow from the library, whom she'd never talked to but since she practically lived there she could recognize on sight. Then the dark eyes scanned over a familiar head of dark hair and her heart leapt into her throat. Wolframite. It'd been so long--

No. She squashed that feeling ruthlessly. He wasn't at all as good as he'd insisted he was, she'd seen him on the damned television. It'd be best if she could just ignore Zinkenite and Wolframite, and try to figure out what was going on.

Get out now, a voice came, and Tate turned to look for it, spotting an angry-looking... being? This was not a good place for a civilian to be. It just wasn't. Then she spotted, off to her left, a very familiar looking senshi. From that weird dream? ... Better than Zinkenite, who was an a*****e, or Wolframite, who was also an a*****e. Trying to be a little sneaky, she drifted closer to the teal-haired senshi. What the ******** was even happening here?

Maia frowned deeply seeing Tony and then spotting Azzo. Her mind reeled at the newest situation. Why were civilians here? They had never been there before and how could they even get here. Had the information on how to come been a bit to far reaching. She breathed deeply, inhaling the thick air and nearly chocking on it. She was so hot and it seemed this battle was going to be troubling.

She spotted Zirconia and was nearly certain she spotted her as well, and so Maia thought it might be best to try to find the rest of her team, or even Regulus or Themis, though she doubted either would be there. We're their injuries healed. She wasn't sure.

Her eyes scanned the growing? crowd and was nearly startled out of her skin as the leopard gave his loud booming warning the same one they kept hearing. They weren't suppose to be here, but there was no helping it and she wanted to keep the negaverse from laying claim to this beautiful world of dream.

Sighing she shook her head and jumped over a running trendil of lava moving about searching for a familiar face.

Ganymede was somewhat startled when one of his side actually approached him and talked to him. He hadn't had much interaction with any of them so far, so he'd done his own thing -- nothing, really -- and kept himself out of their way. He looked the girl over, doing his best to memorize face, outfit, and name. He figured it'd probably be a good thing to remember those sorts of things now.

"Not that I've seen," he said in answer to her question, not sure what else he was supposed to say. He didn't exactly know anybody, thus he never had much information. It was all so new and puzzling and very, very frustrating.

"Ganymede," he responded to her introduction, but beyond that he didn't know what to do. Should he hold out his hand for a shake? That seemed kind of lame, and it wasn't something he normally did anyway. "Of... lust," he finished. Weird power, and annoyingly fitting, he had to admit. He wished he had something else to say, but his communication skills didn't seem to be all that great while he was in uniform. It didn't help that he felt so out of place.

Gigi stirred and lifted her head from her arms at the welcome feeling of warm steam against her cheek. Hands half-numb from the awkward way she'd been lying on them, she reached groggily for the mug that she knew had to be there. Thank goodness for mothers, she thought, bringing her coffee when she was too wrecked to do it herself. She could definitely use some, it was so hard to get a good night's rest lately. Especially when she forgot to actually go to bed. She took a deep breath, ready to let the coffee's aroma wake her further, and choked on the unexpected sulphurous tang of the steam jet.

She sat up quickly, coughing, and tried to look around. She'd been working on geography homework when she fell asleep, but she was pretty sure there hadn't been any volcanoes in it. She staggered to her feet, watching the ominous armies closing in on each other. ...She was still asleep, duh. For all the sights (and smells) seemed bright and real, this could only be a dream. She didn't have them often. Bemused, she began to pick her way across the rocks to where the action was, hoping for a better view.

Square 9 sounds fine

"Alkaid!" he called "Would you follow me please?" He called moving his way forward to take up a sort of 'tower' position on the field, it wasn't the best annalogy perhaps, it wasn't like the whole world exited in grids but it helped him to try and envision where people were and where they were moving to.

"I have your back... alright?" He added more quietly to assure her. She'd done very well last time he thought, he had no reason to believe this time would be any different, but all the same.

Tony heard increasing commotion as people found each other and took in the strange realm. He also heard yelling that made him shudder and wish that he could, in fact, leave now, though he didn't think telling the very obviously angry being that he would do so if he could would do any good. There were senshi and...not so senshi here, as well as other humans like himself. He couldn't help but notice that all the pajama clad non-fighters were the ones looking the most confused and uncomfortable.

Which wasn't unforgivable, considering.

He continued to stand where he was, realizing that the strange feeling of heat on his skin stemmed from the fact that there was quite a lot of skin exposed to the heat. Eeping, he curled into himself, wishing now that he had learned his lesson the last time he had gotten an unexpected guest at his apartment and they had caught him in his boxers. He needed to invest in actual pajamas, really. Maybe after all this was over he would be motivated enough to go shopping.

At least he had his slippers on.

Looking around, he recognized a few senshi from being saved by them (and people he didn't know he knew), a few negaversers from seeing them in action before, and a few civilians like himself from his less than normal life at the library. He felt bad for the lattermost, hoping they would be safe, wanting to protect them if he could. That went for the formermost, as well, though he wasn't sure he could do anything for them, as ever, despite how much he wanted to.

(Square Three works for me!)

Merlin was as unused to being a senshi as he was to construction building. If someone asked him how to screw a nail into a wall, he'd be absolutely clueless how to manage it. Ever since being awakened, he had fallen into the trap of hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil. He wasn't a senshi! He couldn't harm a fly. He was Yahya Grant, he worked at an animal rescue center, went to school diligently, and overall was your nice guy.

It was hard to reside in the land of De'nial when you found yourself in a volcanic dream-world dressed in diamond-patterned tights and donning a purple cloak. He stared in dismay at his gloved hands, yellow eyes moving to examine the purple sleeves, then down his torso to his purple boots. This was... embarrassing. He folded his arms over his chest self-consciously, glancing around him to the people nearby. He was vaguely aware of what was going on, but for the most part he had tried to ignore it.

There was fighting, it was time to save the world, apparently he needed to fight for this place too. But, the truth was that he did not want to do any of that if it meant laying a harmful hand on another person. It had plagued him to even hurt a youma, and while his sense of good-will usually won over his reluctance to hurt something... it was still difficult. He'd do what he could to protect his friends and people who weren't, but he didn't like it. It was why Yahya powered up rarely. This was not his fight, it couldn't be!

The Senshi of Magic Tricks stood in zone 7, looking absolutely uncertain of himself.