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Chip made a very small, annoyed hiss at being picked up without prior prompting...but he went with it, because watching the Mirror Senshis have their fun was too interesting to ignore.

And interesting it was. He had a big happy kitty grin on as he looked around. "Nice, nice," he said.

It took him a moment, but he wriggled himself free of Kibirev's grasp, and ran up to her shoulder, then head, for a better view. From up there, he said, "This is kinda quick, isn't it? hehe~ Well!" He raised up a paw, and lightly thumped Kibirev's hair. At the same moment, a small scholarly cap popped into existence and landed on top of his little tophat. "Allow me to educate!" He nodded once, and the second hat wobbled precariously.

"You see~ Everyone has something called a starseed, some people call it a soul...but it's an actual thing. Some starseeds used to belong to people with special powers long ago...from other worlds!" He lifted his head up.

"Starseeds like yours!" He nodded once. "And with a little help, you can awaken that past, and become Narcissus, the Senshi of Rejection!"

The tiny cat hopped both his forepaws, causing a fancy pen of some variety to pop into existence in front of him...and end dropping onto Kibirev's hair. "Take this thing, it's yours!"

He was enjoying this far too much. But so what? It wasn't every day he got to do it.

Basyl's gaze followed frantically after each of the kitten's movements, from wriggling free of Kibirev's hold, to perching atop her head, to the hat that popped out of nowhere. He had to be imagining things here! It wasn't so odd to be talking to weirdos out on the street, but this was... Not that. He picked at the crumpled hem at the end of his hoodie's sleeve and let his attention wander from the cat and the girl and around wherever this place was.

They were here, and it was insane, and this certainly shouldn't be possible, should it? Should it?

But in the wake of being essentially teleported from the bus stop of only moments prior and of strange items just appearing out of thin air at a kitten's command, Basyl had to wonder if believing in a past life was somehow less insane than just being in this place now. It wasn't an especially appealing thought to be Narcissus, though. "His focus darted up to Chip and he reached hesitantly for the pen. "Are there, uh, other options? Maybe something less... conceited." He didn't think he was a bad guy, after all.

Bad guys probably wouldn't want to help that other guy, back at the bus stop. Basyl certainly didn't want to be the one to refuse someone in need, if he could help it... "Okay. I'll uh... give it a try, then," he agreed warily, glancing to the mirror at Kibirev's beckoning.

Basyl moved forward slowly, still very obviously concerned that with all the strangeness he'd endured, anything could happen here. Or nothing. He didn't know. There was no way to know! He couldn't even guess. But the Black Mirror's surface gave a ripple and with it came an alarming sense of being pulled. Basyl made a sound as a chilling feeling not all too dissimilar to that from when Kibirev had pulled him to this odd place to start with swamped over him. His vision darkened and a fear and uncertainty gripped him.

But it lasted only a second, to be replaced by something more akin to being shoved, and Narcissus tripped awkwardly away from the mirror.

And that was it. It wasn't so bad, and-

Oh, god, it wasn't so bad!

A nervous, giddy bubble of noise escaped his throat, and Narcissus turned still-unfathomably wide alarmed eyes back to Kibirev. Everything still seemed normal and unchanged here... Besides himself, of course. But the new look didn't make him feel any more confident than previously. She'd said she'd needed him... "So, then, what are we supposed to do now?"

Kibbles. It was without a doubt the cutest nickname that Kibirev had ever been given, and it took every ounce of her willpower not to gush in utter delight at it and start acting like a fool. Honestly, she was doing enough of that as it was.

She shook her head slightly and looked up, forcing her face to look more determined. “Come on, we have to go and save that other senshi. That’s what this was all about, after all!”

Kibirev reached out and took Narcissus’ hand. “I’ll protect you, don’t worry, but it’ll be so much better having another bit of backup just in case!”
And it meant that she didn’t have to go and do this alone, which was a bigger relief than she could have really put into words right then.

Just because she had buttwings did not mean that Kibirev was any braver than the first day that she went through the mirror. Pulling the newly awakened senshi through, and making sure that the cat was still on her head, Kibirev stepped back into Destiny City, her gaze wary.

He too could feel the signatures, friendly and welcome by him, and he hoped they made it. This senshi really did want him dead, not something he considered for a moment complying with, he wasn't about to just lay down and die. He doubted anyone would, human nature and all that.

As the other called out his attack so too did the senshi of fairy rings, hoping that it might work and buy himself some time, he didn't expect the attack of cinnamon again! It left him coughing and choking on the stuff while rubbing at his teary, itching, eyes. How was this even fair? He couldn't possibly do anything else but handle himself. He was hopeful his own magic had hit, he couldn't see thanks to the others magic filling the area.

"Help." Calling out for whoever might hear him, the ones with the signatures that felt friendly.

"Cinnamon." Getting out between coughs while he scrubbed at his eyes, more tears falling as he did so.





(Sorry it's a bit short but yeah. He's taking a beating.)

The little cat was grinning on Kibbles' head, very pleased to have seen Mirror things...how ever briefly.

"I'll do what I can," Chip said, gripping on a little tighter as they got near fighting, "But I didn't bring many of my tools, so there's not much I can do...you two, though, can do plenty! Even you, Narsy. You've got magic now! And if you think real hard, you'll even know how to cast it!"

Chip didn't often end up in fights, but when he did, he always seemed to be riding on someone...which was for the best, if he was honest. And it let him watch what was going on much more effectively than if he was hiding behind something or standing on the ground!

Gelria let out a curse as two more of the black clad villains showed up and his eyes flickered over them both, scoffing as he realized that there was a guardian cat there too. Four to one...that wasn’t...a set of odds that he truly wanted to deal with at this time. “Fine. Fine if this is how...how it’s going to be.” He aimed one last kick at the scum on the ground and took off, running quickly and leaping onto the nearest building before darting off into the night. If he were lucky, he had done enough damage to the senshi.

If not...well. The city was big, but not that big. He was sure that they would meet again...maybe. There were always others if they didn’t though. It wasn’t so big a deal. One day he would see that chaos was utterly eradicated though. Or he would die trying.

He couldn't not stare with wide, thunderstruck eyes at Chip as the cat proclaimed that magic was on the table, now. Maybe that shouldn't have been the strangest thing of the evening. There was literally a kitten talking to him and summoning items out of the void. Kibirev had teleported them to what may as well have been another dimension. And Narcissus was-

Well, he was Narcissus, and he was wearing pink sandals of all things! What else could any of that be besides magic?

But Basyl had certainly never had any ability to cast magic before. He couldn't even think of a time when something so bizarre had happened to him that he couldn't explain it away by practical means. Even for a cat to tell him what amounted to, 'Yer a wizard, Narci,' didn't make it feel any more true, despite everything else happening around him. "I c-can't be-" Before the words could fully form on his tongue, his brow pinched, and he clamped his lips shut.

He wasn't going to go there. It was ridiculous.

This was all ridiculous!

All they had to do was fight and use magic and stop this crazy scuffle of someone trying to kill someone else. He didn't have that power! Basyl was always, always meant for excitement of a different sort: of helping people recover, not- Not fighting and trying to hurt strangers with some past-live soul magic. He stayed close to Kibirev because he wanted to do what she wanted him to do, but that didn't mean he could fight.

His breath stuttered pitifully as his mind reeled, and he had only a second to see that Kibirev had summoned a pair of small, glowing flowers to her hand. She blew them toward him, and Narcissus nearly tripped as he tried to escape it because he didn't know what that was.

But she was standing much to close for him to avoid her spell, and the flower dusted over him with a sensation of peace. It was like it skated over all the kinks in his thoughts, gently smoothing them out.

"You... you can do magic," he whispered to her. He had seen it. He had felt it.

It probably helped that the aggressor in the situation seemed to realize he was outnumbered, and he retreated before any more of a fight broke out. Just that alone would've been enough to calm Narcissus. So long as he wasn't expected to do anything against someone else, he supposed this was fine.

It was fine.

Then his gaze fell to the other senshi, the first one. The one who'd been being attacked. Narci's face immediately heated in shame. He wasn't dead, but Basyl probably should've called the cops or something so that it didn't go on for as long as it had. He glanced back to the bus stop, where his school bag was still sitting undisturbed. "Um, wait. Wait one second," he told the other boy as he scurried back to the stop to retrieve his bag.

When Narcissus returned, he very unceremoniously shoved a water bottle into the other senshi's hands. "Make sure you drink a lot of water. It'll help with the burning from- from the cinnamon. If you're not coughing now, you're probably okay, but you should still be wary for signs of pneumonia later, especially since, um..." His gaze flickered to where the senshi held an around his midsection, and Narcissus couldn't suppress a wince at the thought of being kicked in the torso while barely being able to breathe.

"Since any damage could've been exacerbated with physical force... I know it's kind of a go-to remedy to wrap areas that feel tender, but please try not to do this. It won't actually do anything for you."

It sounded an awful lot like the guy was trying to get out of here, and Narcissus didn't want to be the one to prevent him from going home and getting away from all this mess. "Just, uh, don't be afraid to go to the emergency room if anything starts feeling worse, okay?"

[Calling this a FIN!]