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Pasiphae stood quietly at her place between Europa and Kallichore, but just because she said nothing didn't mean that she wasn't paying attention. No, she was listening raptly to ever word that was exchanged, particularly if it came from people (or Guardian cats) that she didn't know. If there was one thing she had quickly realized as a Senshi it was that there was so much information out there... different factions, different people, relationships that had come along before her time and would continue perhaps after she was gone.

Wait... Ganymede? The one who had been yelling was Ganymede? The one that she had heard about from the other Jovians who had recruitedher, but who she had never met? She remembered what Kallichore had said, about how he didn't even want to be a Senshi... though, apparently, some of that had changed based on what she was seeing and hearing coming directly from him now. (And she liked him all the better for his distaste at the goings on in the Blood Moon Court). But she didn't like fighting... not among people who were supposed to be supporting one another.

Thankfully, her waiting paid off, and she visibly relaxed when Europa stepped in to break the two apart. She followed suit whenever the Eternal Senshi went to sit, giving Kallichore a small, supportive smile when she passed by. She was so thankful that the Senshi of Madness hadn't been taken... that she had been able to break away from the Blood Moon Court. Europa, Kallichore... she had faith in both of them and looked up to both of them. She was glad to see that faith had not been misplaced.

As she smoothed her gray skirt, she suggested, "Um... maybe after we talk about that... we can introduce ourselves? I see alot of strange faces, at least, and would like to know everyone."

Not wanting to intervene in the argument, Vindemiatrix backed off and listened, his crossed arms betraying his discomfort. It was not really the shouting itself so much as the knowledge sinking in that he really had gotten off easy thus far. He had not had any such issues, like loss or betrayal. Or at least no more than what the average citizen could expect. Vin felt sheepish, having met wonderful people so far for the most part in his senshi uniform, and fighting relatively minor battles.

... The dreams did not count.

He moved back closer to Babylon, taking in Zirconia's and Europa's explanations as he settled down on the roof, as well, stretching his legs out. The Senshi of Wine felt sort of weird all over again, being with Babylon now in the midst of strangers, even if he did decide that he trusted them. Babylon had been so adamant about coming with Vin to this meeting, though, which was a comfort. One white-gloved hand rested lightly on top of Babylon's: Vindemiatrix was there ... just not totally sure to do what.

Introductions sounded like a good idea, though. He moved his hand again as he stood up, and, once the blonde boy (boy?) in the white corset top had quieted, he offered, "I would like to get to know you all better, if we're gonna be allies. I'm Sailor Vindemiatrix, Senshi of Wine." Vin hesitated, then added, "Not a Jovian but, uh, I know Europa. And Babylon." Inwardly, he cursed himself for wavering confidence; outwardly, he did his level best not to let it show.

Cyllene's dumbfounded gaze shifted to the boy that plopped himself down next to her on the ground and she gave him a lop-sided, welcoming grin. She leaned in close and whispered to her new-found friend, "my bets are on Kallichore- she looks like she could take him."

"Cyllene, by the way," she said as she turned her attention to the events unfolding in front of them. "My name, I mean. It's Sailor Cyllene."

Then the other boy approached them and sat next to Babylon. She silently went over the two of them in her head.

"So I gotta ask," she said to both Babylon and Vindemiatrix. "Are you both Senshi? To be honest I don't know a damn thing about any of this stuff, and well... You," she motioned to Babylon "don't look like one of us, and you," she now motioned to Vindemiatrix "pretty well do. Although I've never encountered any of us of the male sort so hell if I know."

She was half-listening to what the one who introduced herself as Europa was saying, about going over the idea behind Corrupt Senshi and helping them learn the basics.

And then one of the boys sitting by her spoke up, and confirmed her suspicions of him indeed being a Senshi. "Huh," she said out loud to nobody in particular.

She figured she'd introduce herself to the rest of the group when the rest finished doing so.

This first meeting was a rather eye opening one for the young Senshi of tragedy. There was the matter of this being the first time she was around so many Senshi at once, and something about that made her nervously excited. The knowledge that this was the very first meeting of the Jovian court, a collective she'd only just learned that she belonged to (and hastily joined) had given the whole affair a rather important tone... well, it would have been important anyway but the point this was special. Euanthe had fidgeted and smiled nervously and quelled butterflies in her stomach until Europa addressed the group. The tear-stained looks scrubbed the excitement and the smiles right out of Euanthe and left only the nervousness. But it had her rapt attention.

The talk was confusing and a little frustrating. Not that she was frustrated with anyone other than herself, mind. It reminded her acutely of how she knew, well... nothing. Euanthe managed a few confused blinks when Europa said to die with memories intact, not to follow false prophets... And talk of the Blood Moon Court was even worse.

Torture? She couldn't believe it and yet this wasn't her first time hearing it. In her encounter with Zinkenite, though he had said- but she'd assumed it was a ploy. Lies to make her doubt, to cloud her judgment and dishearten her. Someone who affiliated with monsters was the one to do the torturing, not Senshi. Not the people who fought to protect and save. But here was Kallichore - kind, polite Kallichore - who had helped her find her court in the first place... admitting it, and it was merely a small piece of her story. In her mind Euanthe couldn't reconcile her image of the Senshi of Madness with the deeds supposedly committed by Senshi. It simply couldn't be. It was the worst thing Euanthe could imagine.

It got worse.

If the subject matter hadn't been so terrible, Euanthe might have had enough self awareness to try and temper the look of utter horror that had grown on her features. A hand rested over her heart, as if to shield it from the words being spoken around her. Corruption... dark Senshi who killed instead of saved... who killed in the name of 'saving' others... It was all very confusing, to be sure, but Euanthe couldn't find her voice to ask for clarification. It seemed to have fled in the face of all this distressing news. Thankfully Ganymede had basically vocalized all the things that Euanthe - well, a more confident, angry Euanthe than the one actually present in the room - held in her heart. Though she couldn't say she felt the sort of rancor toward Kallichore that Ganymede did.

The explanations were very helpful at least. But they progressed into introductions from the squabbling so fast that Euanthe nearly missed the opportunity to make hers. "Oh," she said suddenly, quietly. Clearing her throat, she forced her voice louder than her lack of confidence as a Senshi would have usually allowed. "I'm Euanthe. I admit I... I'd never heard of any of this before now. I just thought... that Senshi helped fight monsters and saved people."

Stupid, naive assumptions.

Babylon didn't have much to say for himself, except that he felt much more at ease one Vin rejoined him. The electricity that flowed from the place where their gloved hands touched legitimized him somehow. He was at this meeting because Vin was at this meeting, because Vin was not afraid to claim him.

He gave Vin's tight's a tug, trying to get him to sit back down as the introductions passed around the circle. The longer Vin stood, the longer Babylon felt totally naked and unclaimed, here like some errant dog that had followed the senshi home.

"Valhalla's a page," Babylon chimed in after Kallichore. "Get the rank right. I mean, I'm a page, too, but I wouldn't put him on the same level as someone like Lina Knight. She's way fiercer." Having now drawn attention to himself, Babylon looked around the circle and shrugged to the senshi. "I'm Babylon Page," he said sheepishly, "Of Mercury. I know, um."

He pointed to Vin, laughed nervously. "Him! Quite well. And Europa. Not as well. But I was with him and Europa was all 'Come Along Ponds!' and it kind of went from there." Except not quite, because there'd been more resisting from Europa and more insisting from Babylon. So not really Come Along Ponds at all.

"We're not really like senshi at all, the way I understand it," he added, eyes losing the panicked rabbit glint. "Sort of a third faction, with really lame weapons. But we align with you guys because, well, planets, and that whole Lawful Good alignment."

That was actually a really, really bad explanation, and every senior knight who'd ever mentored Babylon was hanging their head in shame right now. "Anyways," he said brightly, glancing at Europa. "Story time?"

"Sure thing," replied Europa dryly. She looked over at Euanthe and gave the ballerina-looking senshi of tragedy a friendly smile. Euanthe was one of the Jovians Europa hadn't yet properly met, or even really heard much about until tonight, but she was glad to see her here.

"That's what the senshi are supposed to do," she agreed. There was nothing wrong in assuming as much - the problem arose in thinking that they absolutely couldn't do anything else. "There are people out there who would see us do other things, though. Dark things."

She pressed a hand to her sternum. "We all have a thing in our chests called a starseed," she explained. "You can't see it. It won't turn up on an x-ray. But it's there. And if anything happens to your starseed... it can kill you. Or worse."

To a casual observer, it might sound like Europa had her priorities out of order. To the senshi of the deep, however, it made perfect sense. Corruption was a fate worse than death, because Corruption seemed to steal away everything that made you you. Sort of like a dementor's kiss. Europa glanced carefully at Callisto, to see how the girl was taking all this, and continued-

"If you lose your starseed - that is, if a negaverser steals it - then you'll fall unconscious. Eventually you'll die. That's preferable to what they can do to you, though." Europa shook her head, a momentary shudder as she flashed back to that night in the alley with Tisiphone and Serandite. "I don't know the exact methodology, but you wind up with a hole in your chest, and everything about you twisted into some horrible parody of the senshi you were supposed to be."

She bit back bile at the thought of Lyra - beautiful, cheerful Lyra - in her dark silks and chains, fighting alongside that horrible general.

"You cannot trust a corrupted senshi. You cannot trust a negaverser, or any other servant of chaos. And you never want to become one of them."

Of this much, Europa was certain.

She sat down between Europa and Ganymede, her knees tucked up to her chest and her arms around her knees. Ganymede was mad at her, she was sure of it, and Europa didn't like her very much, she knew that too. All of these things were very obvious to her, except they didn't seem to be too obvious to the people themselves. Europa had nudged her and she'd jumped, pulling her leg up and away from the contact. And Ganymede seemed to be saying sorry to her…

They were sitting in a circle, and as people went around introducing themselves she set her chin down on top of the small plateau of her knees. Without her hands up, it was obvious she'd been crying--becoming less obvious as she blinked away more tears, and rubbed her face against the black fabric of her capris. If he was mad, why would he be sorry?… No one had to be sorry, not if they were a boy. She just tucked up more, digging her fingernails into her palms to make her hands stop shaking. "I'm Callisto," she said, but then she clamped her mouth shut as if afraid she'd said too much already. The other new senshi--she guessed the pink-haired girl had to be new, because she was saying what Callisto had been thinking. Weren't senshi supposed to fight for Good and Justice and the American Way? Or something?

As Europa began her exposition on the nature of starseeds, she let out a shocked breath, barely a whimper even. Something so bad, like death, could happen, of course she knew it, but she didn't think there was a single thing worse than that. You could wake up from comas and recover from injuries, but she'd thought death was the worst of it. It seemed, though, that it was different. There was one thing worse, and that was… Twisting into something bad. Something evil. Shep already wouldn't be happy to know she was a senshi, but if she was evil…

If she was evil, then Shep…

Horrified tears were slipping down Callisto's face, but she pressed her forehead into her knees and hunched her shoulders forward. Shep would hate her if she became evil. Shep would never want to see her again. And someone else could force her to be evil, and she'd lose all the family she'd ever really had. Tomlin wouldn't love an evil senshi either, and she trusted Tomlin, and...

Feeling movement beside her, Europa glanced down at Callisto. Her stomach dropped. Of all the ways the youngest Jovian could have taken it, this was the worst. Perhaps Europa had asked too much of her, too soon? The others might have maturity ranges all over the boards, but at the end of the day they could put on their big kid panties and deal with it. Callisto, though...

Europa snake an arm around the younger scout's shoulders and tried, tentatively, to rub her back. She wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do - Callisto seemed so easily frightened - but she wanted to comfort her somehow. And she needed Callisto to cope somehow, to prove to herself that it hadn't been a mistake to recruit someone who was so, so promising, but also so, so young.

Arm still wrapped around Callisto's shaking shoulders, she glanced over at Kallichore. "...Fix them?" she asked slowly. "Kallichore, what do you know?" Europa had already developed the opinion that most of the negaverse was beyond the pale, but she was interested to know what this was about, even if it might just be a fruitless rumor.

Babylon gave Vindemiatrix's hand a squeeze and surpressed his smile. Despite the subject at hand being horrifyingly depressing, good company could make anything seem a little bit brighter. "I'll help, too," he offered, "Although I don't have one of those nifty phones."