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Lellouch said nothing as she walked into the room. The blonde senshi was followed soon after by a shorter white haired Senshi who was mumbling something about her day. Lellouch didn't know. She was currently doing her best to ignore the other's ramblings. For once not actually caring what the others around her where doing. Rolling her eyes at the darker skinned woman, Lellouch glanced at the others around her, quirking curious brows at some of them before her gaze settled on a gingered senshi skulking around in the back. "******** perfect..." She grumbled, breaking off from the from her white haired companion.

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Azurite stopped her rambling to blink as Lellouch suddenly broke off from her company without so much as a word to her. Oh well.. Azurite just shrugged. s**t happened, there was no point in being upset about it. Instead the white haired senshi made her way quietly over towards the refreshment table where she snagged a cookie or two, (or few), for herself. The senshi eyed those around her, taking in their appearances, or lack there of for the ones that came dressed up.. She recognized one or two of them, from both sides, but over all she knew very few of the people around her. Blue eyes then landed on the chibi senshi that had walked in amongst the older senshi.

Why a chibi?

What good would that prove? Azurite could only think of one prior incident like this that involved the smaller senshi's... And it didn't end well for them. Azurite grimaced, shaking her head to try and clear her mind of thoughts from an event that felt so long ago, when it was really only a few months. At least the little girl was sticking close to the other Order senshi. While Azurite trusted nothing wouldn't happen to the little girl while she was here, she knew that wouldn't particularly be the case later on. Azurite hoped no one would be stupid enough to try something now, not with a room full of people from both sides... But she also knew that sometimes urges were a little hard to control. The corrupted senshi shook her head. It didn't matter in the end, the chibi senshi's well being was none of her concern in the end.

Despite her better judgement, the mirror cat with the deep purple crescent moon was creeping. On the prowl and weaving around feet and padding close to the floor until the puffy beast slowly and dramatically raised its head near a plate of cookies she had her eyes on. Food was the easiest motivator here.

For this she had skirted patronizing needling of the figure who had approached her on the roof a previous night, and saved commentary on the name for later.

She did not muse on why she was here, even though she had told the disguised figure her value was not on a battlefield, but in sharing information on how to best approach it pre-battle. She had no services to offer besides the information she'd given him; She had no brawn to offer in combat.

Even she wasn't entirely sure, but she wasn't going to be looking for excuses or ponder on who she was there to keep an eye on or vouch for.

Zirconia just wanted a cookie, damn it.

Kallichore was hesitant to enter, if only for a moment. Seeing and feeling the gathering of souls eased her anxiety slightly. Walking in, she was greeted by faces she recognized - Ganymede and Europa - and many she did not. Chaos signatures were everywhere and their presence made her bristle, but the eternal kept it to herself. There were larger things at stake here. Walking in behind a corrupted senshi pair, the eternal made her way towards the two she was familiar with.

"Ganymede? I didn't expect to see you here..." came a quiet reply. Europa she could understand. Leto would undoubtedly be the target, but Kallichore did not peg the Senshi of Lust as being one to be interested in such a plot. Sitting down with them, Kallichore tried to relax. "What did I miss?" She hoped nothing of too much importance. After all, this was probably going to be a very dangerous operation for everyone involved.

Out of the corner of her eye, Kallichore spotted Zirconia, Guardian Cat of the once-Blood Moon. It made perfect sense to see the feline here, the one who was likely the most betrayed by Ares and the creation of the Dark Mirror. The senshi gave the guardian cat a respectful nod.

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Lieutenant Galvatronite wasn't keen on such large meetings such as this, but he would not turn down such a request, especially when he saw who it was from. The mysterious WP. The one that moved between both factions of this war and sought to unite them all for a single purpose, one that the lieutenant could get completely behind on. The complete and utter eradication of the Dark Mirror Court.

Just thinking those words in his mind was enough to put a smile on his face, and he was certain that others may have looked at him and thought him weird, and yet he didn't care. He wore no mask as he felt he had nothing to hide here. The Dark Mirror Court were a parasite and they needed to be eliminated, even if it meant risking punishment from his superior officers. Even if it meant dirtying his reputation by working alongside the knights and White Moon senshi that were gathered around WP, he was willing, and proud, to show his face.

One only hid themselves when they had something to hide, and he had nothing to hide.

Galvatronite glanced at the others that had gathered and had to admit that he was impressed with the wide assortment of warriors that felt so strongly against the Dark Mirror Court. Had they truly hated the Mirror senshi, or were they lured in by White Phoenix's allure and passion? It was hard not to admire him for just how deep that lust went, but Galvatronite wouldn't bring himself to approach him and tell him how moved he was. Not only would he come off as kissing a**, but he had a feeling that he would not care for such dribble, and the best way to support him was to do his best out there, even when he held nothing more than a yo-yo in his hands. He would kill so many of those disgusting senshi for WP. So many!

It was no less surprising to see Kallichore enter than it had been to see Europa already there, and yet Ganymede could do nothing to reciprocate Kallichore's greeting but to shrug her shoulders, too focused was she on eying the General across the table.

Then he had to go and remove his mask. Not that he even really had to do that; she could make a pretty firm educated guess as to his identity. The more he spoke, the more unmistakeable was the sound of his voice was.

Still, it disgusted her to see his face. Ganymede stood from her chair abruptly, her fingers curling into her palms as she struggled to maintain an impassive expression. It was a challenge she undoubtedly failed, but at least her emotions currently looked more like anger than fear. Fear was there (it always was), but she buried it for the time being, covered it in loathing and let it stew. Had she any less loyalty to the support of her teammates, she would have turned around and left.

“Are you so hard up for support from your ******** up little Chaos family that you had to bring the civilian killer with you?” she asked WP, though she never took her eyes from the other General. “I thought the Negaverse was supposed to have more honor than that. Or at least that's what Benitoite tried to lead me to believe. Guess he was wrong.”

Briefly Ganymede glanced down the table to find Sessrumnir but said nothing to him, engaging in a bit more silent communication. Bischofite's mere presence was beginning to make this feel like a terrible mistake.

“Let me make one thing very clear,” she said, and turned back to the unmasked General in question. Her palms went flat against the surface of the table as she leaned over it, yet she doubted she looked very threatening. She'd never quite managed to learn that little trick. “If you touch anyone but the Dark Mirror Senshi or one of your own officers, you'll burn for it.”

Penthesilea had been primarily paying attention to the snacks, since there seemed to be not a lot going on in the way of planning, but a flash of blonde had her jerking her head up - and yes, it was someone very familiar. The corrupt she and Thraen had fought together. She gave Lellouch a very cheeky grin and a little wave.

And then something else drew her attention - a blonde White Moon Eternal, this time, accusing the tall General of being a "civilian killer." Now that, that was something interesting. The short redhead slipped over closer, suddenly thoroughly curious about this man. It was rare, she'd discovered, to find resolve even in Chaos's ranks - Mica was the exception, of course, but Adonis had practically run crying, Lellouch had offered little more than words, and the Dark Mirror insisted it wasn't really all that evil and played wishy-washy until it became directly personal.

"Dunno," she ventured, whether her contribution was wanted or not, "I'm pretty sure someone willing to sacrifice civilians is exactly who I want with me if I'm going up against the Dark Mirror. Shows a set of balls I'm not used to seeing on anyone in this little war of ours."

Galvatronite looked at the Eternal senshi with the top hat and frilly, revealing dress, and he could not ignore the bite of her words. She threw around the name 'civilian killer' and immediately he found himself looking to the one she cast that name upon. He personally saw little wrong with such an accusation, but he knew better than to interfere. Whatever the two had brewing between each other was not his concern, so long as both of them were willing to cast aside such differences and follow White Phoenix in this fight.

Penthesilea, however, definitely caught his attention, and it wasn't simply her words or her appearance. Instead, it was her stance to work along side Bischofite and the Negaverse as a whole he respected, and he could not stop himself from adding his input, as meager as it may be. "War has no use for such sentimental dribble, especially if it gets in the way of getting the job done. At least one of you get it."

He then looked to Ganymede, trying to remain respectful as to not cause an argument. No good breaking into a fight and ruining all of WP's hard work, he thought. "We stand united for a cause this evening... regardless of where we'll be standing after all of this. We have a responsibility to eradicate the Dark Mirror Court, by any means necessary, and to do so, we need to all be willing to soil our hands. As far as I'm concerned, there are no innocents here..."

Of course, he had not noticed the Chibi that was in attendance there, until after he said such words. However, even when he looked down at her, he felt a brief ping of surprise, then guilt, and then, resolution. "Everyone here must be devoted to the cause- why bother otherwise?"

It was less the animal noises, like a cat caught by the ruff, that drew his attention as the movement of someone from one chair to another. The movement alone, that drastic, among the sitting was worth attention, the act itself indicative of the reason before he looked closely at the one enacting it- they had derision more than they could master to be near.

It was the corrupted fop. He met her eyes, unblinking, emoting nothing except a hard gaze. Yes, I remember you, too.

Even her hand and neck remembered. That was good, for what it was. For the purpose at hand, it was useful only as an assurance of what he was capable of. His gaze did not falter in boring into her, but his words were only just kinder, "For this battle we are allies."

And I will not make bodies of my own.