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Where as many would have been outright intimidated by the sensations overwhelming their senses, the Princess stood tall and seemingly undeterred. However, her wings spread out as wide as the room would allow, as if trying to bolster her own physical appearance into something intimidating in its own right. Her breathing was strained, but each breath was deep, as if she was trying to keep her wits about her in such a suffocating situation.

********* ears pinned back sharply as the sound seemed to grow more intense. Her small body pressed up as much as it could against Kairatos' shoulder, her fur still absolutely standing on end. Her knightly companion could probably feel her small frame trembling against him.

Gold eyes watched intensely as the one who dragged her to this room slipped away towards a large mirror. As she seemed to make contact, the room's pressure seemed to suddenly vanish.

The pair of ivory wings ruffled a bit as things seemed to ease up before shrinking back down to a slightly more restful position. The woman stepped forward, behind Zia's spot on the floor.

Even as an unknown figure suddenly began to shout to them, the Princess remained absolutely silent until the show seemed to be over. Zia seemed a bit unwound over the whole ordeal.

"...no... this is when you explain who the 'wrong number' is..."

Hesitantly, from her perch's position, the manx cat added "Yes... I am curious as well..."

The surface may have glassed over again, hiding away view of the strange woman and the living palace room beyond, but it was the missing rest of the sensations that caught the attention of the Eternal of Gardens.

" The suffocating feel of this place is gone?"
" Zirconia, no games, we're not such fools that we all come at beck and call and no further. There is no 'going home' without explaining what you know of who that was, where that was, and all of us puzzling out what the difference is in what just happened with the solid state of this artifact. "

"Is whoever that is going to be able to open it from that side now? Can you just open this one form this side now? Is a royal crystal still needed? We can't just have gates open to one of the last sanctuaries the enemies of Metallia have. "

The Princess remained directly behind the Parallel Mauvian as she worked through explanations for Thraen's many inquiries. She did not speak up or interject, despite the fact that her own inquiry had received no attention.

"...the white moon leads to the black earth..." ********* repeated quietly, tucking this information away. It was not like the Mauvians or even the senshi possessed the powers over a mirror. With chaos repelled from the Moon Sanctuary, it meant the only one who could do a damned thing about the mirror was indeed Zirconia.

It was only once Zia began to make the motions to touch the mirror that Iris seemed to once more resume a sort of guarded attention. The lilac haired Mauvian was apparently the sort to take a gamble with even the slightest chance to get her desired results.

It was no surprise, however, when it did not wield the desired results and seemed to returned to the unknown woman once more. The blonde princess kept her wings back, but she stood there, ever vigilant. The accusation of her ranks amongst the White Moon ranks did not even gain a hint of a smile from Iris.

It was once any sense of an introduction had been offered that the tall woman touched the edges of her dress, pinching them outward as she knelt very slightly in the introduced Priestess' direction. "Alas, Priestess. I am not the Queen of the White Moon. I am merely a princess of an asteroid, a lesser kingdom, of this dimension." Straightening up her body to her full height once more, she then supplied a name. "I go by the name Iris."

The manx had to do a bit of internal digging through the information which she had gathered over the past few years. Zirconia had told her quite a bit a long while ago, so the recall was a bit tricky. However, she did manage to grasp at one tidbit of information.

Tartaros... as in the parallel equivalent to Elysion...

It was part of the strange coma epidemic a while back. The whole ordeal had caused quite a panic amongst the factions as well amongst the innocent civilians as well.

Finally squirming off of Kairatos' shoulder, the manx cat dropped to the ground and trotted forward, but more towards the side before allowing herself to shoot up in height. Once at full height in her girl-like form, she offered a hint of a performer's bow towards the Priestess.

"I am *********, a Mauvian representative of this dimension." With her typical sincere smile, she straightened up and moved towards Zia's other side, placing a hand upon the other Mauvian's back and running the hand up and down in a rubbing motion.

He wondered if Zirconia realized that her hesitations fed as much an implication of untruths as searching for them. Once burned, twice shy from earlier in the night already on first finding, and Thraen's focus was trying to sift every word against every other.

The problem was that he literally did not have enough familiarity with the subject to get any comparison. 'Unsullied' by preconceived notions, indeed. But it had been enough to prompt a second try of just Zirconia fiddling with it. Does it still work because Iris is here? If she left the room woudl it still work?

The strange woman still present was actually something of a relief. At least it meant that it was more than just a dream image of some other time or inaccessible- it was someone alive and a real time and place. And someone who had the wherewithal that once startled would wait on their side to see if there was a repeat performance. Is she always in that room? What is her post? Is she watching the mirror there or doing something else and it just happened to be fortune that she was sitting in state at the time ?

'This is', 'strange', how diplomatic. Pertaining to Iris and myself. Can anything be called 'strange' in international, let alone interplanetary or inter-dimensional dealings? Why does the White Moon mirror link to the Black Earth and not the Black Moon? Or does it? Or is that sinply the next magic mirror that was available for it to link to....if something has happened to one that ostensibly was on the Black Moon? When Zirconia and 'Helen' came, was it from the moon or from their earth?


Fourth Anniversary. Tartaros. Hector. Gaia. He knew none of these bywords or what they connected to. Brothers, twins. Equally foreign.

At her focusing on him, since he had the knowledge from medieval chamber and madrigal, Thraen sketched his best bow- left hand behind back, bent at elbow and flatted to his waist with the palm out while his right hand came forward around waist to palm against his body. As a priestess, he bowed low in respect. Being unspoken to directly, however, he did not offer words. More than I am a 'senshi' of the white moon I expect matters little compared to Zirconia, *********, and Iris' knowledge of what is even going on.

The Princess remained in the same stance, keeping the formalities as they should be. Formal.

"I accept your apology, Priestess Cassandra." With a brief accepting nod, the priestess seemed to move on to another.

A single brow upon the princess' face lifted up at the full introduction given by the Priestess. Nightmare world? If anything, such a label made her think of the odd dream world Elysion, but sounded far less pleasant in nature.

Perhaps it was that vague negative vibe that made the blonde turn to her adviser.

"...*********... come here..."

The cat-earred girl seemed to pay no mind to the fact that the Priestess seemed to pass her up. In all honesty, it was somewhat of a relief to be ignored in this already tense situation. Easily (but not silently thanks to her collar), ********* made her way to the Princess.

"...yes?"

In a lower tone, Iris mentioned "...there is no need for that form right now..."

The Mauvian blinked her wide green eyes before nodding her head. "Ah, understood!" With that, she shrank back down to her typical feline form. Within moments, the Princess had leaned down and scooped her up, placing her up upon her shoulders like a sort of accessory. Even now, it seemed as if Iris was still rather guarded, making certain the guardian was close in case things began to fall apart.

Iris only cast Zia a look as she seemed to move onto rather childish tactics in distracting the Priestess. It wasn't necessarily a method Iris would agree with at this point.

However, a stray comment seemed to fall from her lips as she turned to the Priestess once more. "I will confess, I have no knights in the service of my world."

The Pyrite crystal, but I am ignorant what the difference is between the power or station of a Priestess of a crystal of one compared to that which Iris wields.
Introductions. Formal form of address....there's no High Priestesses in the Church of England, Scotland, Ireland or Wales. Archbishop? Begin with the acceptance and reflection on the title. There isn't precisely a ring to kiss...we've none of use tested the surface. Careful of 'I' as a pronoun.

He stayed bowed for the whole of recognition and her elevation. "Your Grace, Cassandra, Priestess Tartaros."

"Asteroid Thraen, Senshi of Gardens, " He raised at last. "and must beg your indulgence of ignorance of your culture and universe."

The right next thing would have been at least a minor genuflection or kiss to a signet ring or symbol of Tartaros or her other seat of power in the Pyrite crystal, as much as that seemed a good idea. The thought of the social etiquette was at least enough to draw its own soft question from Thraen beneath the pain, or anger, or discomfit of years in uncertainty and loss. They were people that had meant something to Cassandra. Maybe even Zirconia had. Or did, but was overcast with survivors blame. "Is this door functioning only as a communication device, or is it fully a portal right now? Is passage possible either way?"

"I was well traveled..." was the princess' soft response to Kairatos.

Iris' knowledge on Cavaliers was not profound, but she did have a very vague understanding as to what those sorts of soldiers were. There had even been a meeting a few years ago where one of the Cavaliers had briefly made an appearance as a speaker. Where the Cavaliers had gone now was a mystery, but not one that Iris would typically dwell upon.

"We did have Cavaliers in this dimension as well, Priestess. Only one had made themselves known, and I have no idea what has happened to that individual. The Knights function in a similar manner, though as you can tell, there are differences as well."

As Cassandra was busy piecing together why Zirconia was acting less like the Zirconia was familiar with, Iris was piecing together another puzzle.

Once the Princess of Rainbows seemed to have a vague grasp on the puzzle, she attempted to explain a misunderstanding.

"Priestess..." she started off with a bit of pause, to ensure that she had the woman's attention before she continued.

"The expansion of the kingdoms into the expanses of the solar system mostly occurred during a period called the Silver Millennium, an era of peace that occurred about a thousand years ago. These kingdoms unfortunately met their ends one way or another, and while the worlds still exist, they are not suitable for civilized life. Where as we, the Senshi, may have ties to a particular world, we no longer come from these respective worlds."

A hand drifted to ********* chin, running a finger near the Mauvian's bell.

"My understanding is that we have all been reborn to the Earth."

As Cassandra seemed to demand further information upon the Dark Mirror, golden eyes glanced to her Mauvian adviser's face (as best as possible at this angle). "My knowledge of the Dark Mirror Senshi and Ares are actually quite lacking. I have seen her allied with the Negaverse when they attacked a large gathering of senshi and knights, but other than her control upon smoke, I really do not know much about her."

The cat sighed slightly. "I admit, my information is not all that abundant upon the Dark Mirror Senshi. I know that prior to her current status, she had led a group of senshi to capture and torture several members of the Negaverse, another organization within Chaos' grasps. Iris was..."

There was a pause as the cat tried to figure out a polite way of saying "high like a kite."

When the words came out, she simply phrased it as "...indisposed at the time. As a result of the attack, a huge battle arose where a giant youma..."

Another pause. "...a large Chaos-oriented beast, was unleashed upon the city. My knowledge of what happened after that battle is lacking. And it is probably that information which you are seeking, Priestess Cassandra. I apologize for my inability to assist you in this matter."

Iris' cheeks flushed a bit, remembering where she had been for that particular event.

Reckless, certainly, but in this case also brave. And also...it would have freed her from an awkward situation. Even if her body and one soul died, the other would be sent home, a sacrifice that isn't out of mind after years of having to navigate a duality. So....without something more she could not go home. For all there is any knowing if that was her aim or not in wanting to examine if the mirror was here and then toy with it.

And the Pyrite crystal?

"Is the Pyrite crystal on this side of the mirror? I'm sorry if if it is uncomfortable, but an artifact around somewhere that could be subsumed by the Negaverse or the Dark Mirror rather than in its proper keeping..."
We can't allow more weapons in their arsenal.

"Ares to me is just rumor- the Dark Mirror Royal that has set herself up as Queen with Prince Remarque and Princess Leto to her right and left hands. Altogether they are the sources that corrupt those of our universe with Chaos through mirror baptism and parasitic souls, I believe was the term." From Zirconia.