MOOD: High alert and stressed like woah ACTION: Guarding Ephesus and Amarynthos with Alastor and responding to them
This was not what Sessrumnir had in mind when he wanted to try and train with the boys a little. As soon as he realized they were no longer out in the field, watching the boys wave around their little weapons, he immediately had his hand on the fang at his waist. He didn’t do anything yet, but if he needed to summon Princess, she was a swipe of his thumb away.
He made eye contact with Alastor for a moment, glad that he was keeping the boys together, and also grateful that he was there to keep an eye over his shoulder while Sessrumnir did the same for him. With both of them, the odds of someone sneaking up on them was lowered significantly.
“Stay close,” he told the two teenagers with them, his voice a low growl. There were White Moon there, of course. But also the Negaverse and Velencians… possibly some Dark Mirror, hiding in the shadows as they were known to do.
“I’m not sure where we are, but I recognize the man that brought us here. He was at the hilltop--” Oh… the boys were still too new to know what happened months ago, but he’d talked to Alastor about it before. How the Velencians betrayed them to the Negaverse.
“This is… not normal,” he said to Amarynthos. Yes, they were occasionally spirited away to places, but Sessrumnir didn’t like to consider it normal.
“Let’s wait to see what the others do first, and then figure out a plan,” he said to Alastor, because while he could probably try fighting the various Negaverse officers there, he was going to prioritize getting Ephesus and Amarynthos and Alastor back home.
MOOD: Scared ACTION: Standing with Amarynthos with Alastor holding their shoulders, near Sessrumnir
He had no idea what was going on. But the sky was beautiful and it took his breath away--
Right before the heavy auras around them did as well.
Ephesus gripped tightly to Amarynthos’ hand once he felt it in his own, and jumped slightly when he felt-- oh, it was just Alastor with his hand on their shoulders. That was okay.
No, it really wasn’t okay. Instead of just holding onto Amarynthos’ hand, he wrapped his free arm around Amarynthos’ arm as well. He knew he was being clingy, but he had no idea what was going on, and everything felt strange and heavy.
“Will we be able to go home?” he asked, looking up at Alastor since he was closest. He didn’t want to stay away from Earth longer than they needed to. What if Amarynthos’ parents got worried about them?
MOOD: Pissed off and ready to fight ACTION: Interacting with Aliez
Truthfully, Lourdes had just been keeping tabs on the alien she saw. Making sure they made to sudden moves or do anything suspicious. She kept a safe distance, make sure to keep her line of sight open when another popped into the area and addressed her.
A threat.
A threat from a traitor, no less.
Lourdes laughed, but it was a bitter and mirthless sound. More like a bark than anything. She bounced the ball of her staff in her had as a kind of wordless mutual threat. Without the benefit of being able sense their ranks, Lourdes was flying blind with how powerful they actually were. For all she knew she was already in over her head, but that didn't mean that she wasn't willing to throw down. It just meant that she'd have to try harder, and Lourdes was never one to back down from a challenge. And a challenge they would seem to be, especially if they just kept popping out of the woodwork like they were. Little roaches. Always scurrying together. Whatever. If they were all in a group it just made them easier to keep tabs on.
"Sorry, are you giving me orders? A traitor? A cheat? A deciever? I haven't forgotten what you and your kind did to us on the hill last year. Is this another one of your traps, traitors?"
Even if it wasn't, Lourdes was thinking about making it on sight with these pastel freaks when she made it back to earth.
MOOD: Confused ACTION: Making herself look so smol
Moira had been out, minding her own business when it happened. One moment she was reaching for the latte she'd ordered on her way to patrol and the next... she was here. Wherever "here" was. She hadn't even been able to get her hands on the latte before she left, and she flexed her empty hand as though that might spawn it into her grip.
No such luck.
She was caught between dismay at her lack of caffeine and alarm at her current situation and it took her a moment to realize what was going on. Somewhere next to her a squire was threatening... someone? And they didn't feel like... well like anything. Were they on the same side as Moira? The squire called them traitors so... probably not.
"Excuse me," came a voice. Moira whirled to try and find it but... no one was there.
"No, down here love."
She cast her gaze down and found... a cat? No, not just a cat. One like the one who had awakened her so long ago. A guardian cat.
"I can't very well explain it but... I feel... well I feel like I've been looking for you, my dear," the cat explained with a smile.
"Looking for me," Moira repeated stupidly. The cat only nodded and leapt onto Moira's shoulders.
"Yes. But I'll explain all that later. Right now, let's make sure we get out of this alive."
"So you know where we are," Moira asked hopefully. The wistful sigh of the cat dashed her hopes, however.
"No matter," the cat reassured her. "I've lived a good many years on the streets of Destiny City. I think we can do this if we work together... um... I'm sorry, but what is your name?"
"Oh... it's Moira. Sailor Moira. Of Roots."
"I'm Fantasia. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Yeah... a pleasure..." If Moira sounded unconvinced, it was only because this was just one more confusing thing that had happened to her in the last like five minutes.
MOOD: W O R R I E D ACTION: Trying to protect Moira
Fantasia hadn't been long in her newly found freedom when she was teleported to the ruin. For a moment, she worried that she'd been captured again by the human society. Looking around, however, this place was far and away a more lovely place. Fantasia loved a good ruin, she was finding as she explored Destiny City. However, the city held nothing as old and splendorous as this. Perhaps, if she looked hard enough, she could find a book or two to take back with her.
And then there was that tugging again.
Like a little string was tied around her heart and it was being pulled... somewhere.
This time she followed it, ducking between legs and leaping over stones until she arrived at the feet of a young senshi.
"Excuse me," she called. The senshi whirled, searching for someone at eye-level, naturally. Fantasia tried again, calling, "no, down here love."
The senshi looked down and then seemed completely shocked to see the cat at her feet. Surely she must have seen a guardian cat before, right? She had awakened after all. Had the cat that awakened her abandoned her? Poor dear. All the more reason to make a good first impression. Fantasia gathered herself up and made her introduction.
"I can't very well explain it but... I feel... well I feel like I've been looking for you, my dear."
"Looking for me?" There was a question in the girl's voice that endear Fantasia, and she leapt onto her shoulders, purring as she rubbed her cheek against her hair.
"Yes," she answered simply, "but I'll explain all that later. Right now, let's make sure we get out of this alive."
"So you know where we are?" Hope. Oh, dear, Fantasia had given the poor girl the wrong idea. A wistful sigh escaped her lips without her permission, but she quickly set about reassuring the senshi.
"No matter," she said with more confidence than she felt. "I've lived a good many years on the streets of Destiny City. I think we can do this if we work together... um... I'm sorry, but what is your name?"
"Oh... it's Moira. Sailor Moira. Of Roots."
"I'm Fantasia. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Yeah... a pleasure..." It didn't sound like one, and while it did hurt Fantasia slightly that Moira wasn't as pleased to see her, she chalked it up to the stress of the situation.
MOOD: Irritated ACTION: Backing into a wall and taking stock of the situation
Fantastic.
Just when things seemed to be settling back down too.
Logos fell easily into combat mode, and did was she was tried to do in situations where she found herself dropped into unknown territory. Assume it was enemy territory. Tensions were clearly high, with people already bickering and ready to fight, and Logos had no plans to get in the middle of that. Then she put her back against something solid. A wall too high to scale and with no discernable points of egress above her and no blind spots on her sides. Next she tried to call for help. Flipping open her compact, she whispered what she knew into it.
"This is Super Sailor Logos attempting to contact any dark mirror allies. I've been taken, but I don't know where. Requesting immediate rally and situational assessment." She looked around to try and figure out where she was... but there were no defining features about her location. "My current location in unclear. My back is against a high wall, removed from the gathering of other powered beings. Please respond. Over."
Naeria knew what it was like to travel through space. It wasn't like this.
She'd been on practice missions for a few years now. She'd volunteered for the long journey to Earth, and she'd undertaken it. All of those trips had taken planning, and preparation, and time once they were up on their ships.
This was different. One second, she'd been at the stable, grooming Portabella. The next, she was on some strange island under a different sky, and her glamour was shattered.
She caught a glimpse of Kurma, and she ran after him, but she wan't fast enough. He vanished.
She hadn't seen him vanish before, but she'd known that there was something more about him than she'd thought. He'd talked about Astraya like it was something real. Maybe-?
She caught a glimpse of a few other familiar faces in the crowd, familiar faces that weren't vanishing. She edged towards them and away from the small mob that seemed to be threatening violence towards Kurma.
She nodded towards Vyn, towards Aliez, towards Neryn, towards Fae-Fae.
Then she swallowed. "Um," she said, and hesitated, not used to speaking up so quickly, "I trust him." There was a pause, a shaky breath as she tried to finish her thought. "Kurma. The one who brought us here. He's nice. He's the one teaching me about mushrooms."
MOOD: On edge, also feeling like she's standing out ACTION: Glaring DAGGERS at the Negaverse
In her many years of life - even while being encased in crystal for several centuries - Terebellum never encountered a situation in which an entity pulled her from her home. Not that she had much of one; her planet was all but dead, and Earth was... hard to live on. Everything cost money. That of itself wasn't so far out of Tere's understanding. What was difficult was making money. Especially when you needed housing to get a position in order to make the money in the first place, but had no money to get the housing. The shelters weren't any better, either, and she had half a mind to go have a stern word with several coordinators about the state they keep their poorest in. Not that Terebellum was - had been - any better.
Yellow eyes spied a very familiar glowing orb in the hands of an also familiar man who then vanished and she scowled. Kurma... Protector of the galaxy her tail; he clearly hadn't kept Chaos out of the galaxy, and now he'd pulled all of these people to some ruins in the back end of no where among the stars to do... what, exactly? She never got the chance to ask, huffing in distaste. The least he could do if he was going to pull both order and chaos here was to explain what in the Cauldron was going on.
Speaking of the Chaos in the area...
The short ram horned senshi turned and glared livid daggers at the ones that oozed Chaos. Why they had to be here she didn't understand. The... group of people in uniforms and pastel skin tones was new to Tere. She did not remember any of them the last time she'd been moving around the galaxy.... Not that she remembered anyone anyway but that was besides the point!
Tere pulled her hood closer over her head and horns, tail swishing behind her knees, as she tried to find someone, anyone she might know or know of or literally any answer to what she was supposed to do now.
Quote:
One smol green skinned ram horned senshi is open for interation!
MOOD: Worried/Cranky ACTION: Approaching Vanguardians and not liking Lourdes
Oh, it was so typical of the humans to be crabby and trying to pick fights already. Andreiya didn’t even know if they knew what was going on, or if this was all just some big trick to try and hurt them, so of course the first thing he’d done was hurry over to the other Vanguardians.
His hand hovered over his blaster, not because he wanted to pick a fight, but he’d had so many bad encounters that he couldn’t even help but expect that they were about to be on the receiving end of something very bad. He wanted to keep his friends safe. He wanted to keep himself safe.
A part of him was relieved to see Vyn and Aliez, because he really didn’t want to be alone here, but then he just had to worry about what they were doing here, and why. And how.
Even as he hurried over to the growing cluster of Vanguardians, he tried to peer around and see if the Commodore was here. Or Caedus! Maybe they could find him and take him back to the Commodore and go home.
There was so much tension in the air that he didn’t even get the chance to greet anyone, even if he was happy to see Neryn and Naeria, and if he wanted to ask Fae-Fae if he could smooth out her hair.
There was that Squire.
“Can you please go away? You are being incredibly rude. We did not come here for trouble and you should not have either.”
He had a blaster and he would shoot her, he cared too much about his friends to let he talk to them like that. She should go find her own friends. If she had any.
MOOD: Trying to be calm??? ACTION: Trying to keep Lourdes from murdering people
Sparta didn't even spare the sudden yanking him away from his shower a second thought, just glad that suddenly becoming powered meant he put on clothing and just wasn't showing up nude. He was on some sort of ruins in the middle of no where, again, and this time there was Chaos AND Order running around. Or just trying to kill each other. One of the corrupts looked ready to murder, that Venus squire looked about ready to throw hands, and the poor aliens in the corner just wanted to stick together. Or something.
Like okay, Lourde had a point but like...
"Hey now, c'mon. I'm pretty sure they didn't know what was going on until the last minute, just like us. Besides, this ain't the time and I doubt this is Velenia or whatever its called. Breathe, girl, breathe," he said, shifting to stand between Lourdes and the Velencians with a hand up towards both groups. "Let's figure out what's going on, yeh?"
He'd figure out what was going on once people weren't going to just go batshit trying to get revenge. Which was probably just going to get him hurt, but you know.
MOOD: On Alert ACTION: Deciding that this calls for thumbs,
When they were suddenly in space, Encke had questions.
When Kurma declared that this space was dangerous, refused to answer any more questions, and then literally vanished from their site, he had even more questions. They might have spiked when that corrupt senshi nearby declared that he apparently had no starseed at all, which Encke was willing to believe because it wasn't like she couldn't just stick her hand in his chest, but there was no point in getting too in his head about this. He had been in space before, and this was very pretty, and he did trust Kurma considering their prior interactions...
"Did she just say he has no starseed?" Viatrix didn't like the sound of that. How did someone live without a starseed? She knew someone could live with a pretty messed up starseed, looking at Caedus, but without one at all was a new one...
There were too many auras here.
She disliked this.
Encke glanced at his--suddenly not a cat, ah--guardian cat, "It would seem so," did that have anything to do with that dangerous s**t he apparently kept according to Velyria-- "Anyway," at that point, he reached to grasp his husband's hand, squeezing it gently to show his support before letting go, nervous about who might spot them, "stay close. Hopefully, he'll get us out of here soon."
Viatrix harrumphed under her breath as she crossed her arms under her chest and watched who was around them and coming toward-- oh, Pendour! She didn't think Pendour had seen this form yet and her eyes lit up at the ability to show off--
Only to be stopped by Encke declaring, "Pen!" and reaching out to wrap her in a hug. A general-king had already seen that relationship there wasn't really any hiding that friendship...
Never mind that, this was good. They were all together. This was a good start.
"It is really pretty, isn't it?" Encke couldn't help it. She was right. He still found himself glancing up despite the situation around them.
"Think it's pretty enough to keep everyone distracted?" Viatrix glanced away from the others, bouncing on her toes as she watched what looked to be a squire picking a fight with some of the aliens... and a page getting in the way now...
MOOD: Over It™ ACTION: Checking his compact, going in the opposite direction, then begrudgingly turning around to help.
When Reiki’s compact started buzzing and blathering at him, he rolled his eyes, intent on ignoring it. The name wasn’t one he recognized—Only Logos?, he mused, What? Are we not ******** good enough to get Pathos and Ethos, too?—and since the other Dark Mirror calling for help wasn’t Volterra, Elsa, Acubens, Sappho, Bélénos, Chione, or tiny little Rana (barely old enough to be doing this! honestly!!), Murikabushi felt like modeling his philosophical approach to the distress call after Dante from Clerks: “I wasn’t even supposed to be here today!”
(Even Remarque, had that bargain bin David Bowie wannabe shown up, would not have necessarily inspired Reiki to behave himself or listen to anything the so-called Prince had to say. In disclaiming that “Prince” only meant he had extra shiny magical powers, no actual command or authority, he had officially relinquished all right to expect Murikabushi to listen to him unless Murikabushi felt like it. Any respect he’d show to Volterra, Elsa, Acubens, Sappho, and Bélénos had been rightly earned. Then, Chione [who he still hadn’t actually met] deserved respect by virtue of being wife and sister to two people who Murikabushi, respectively, chose to respect and wanted to kiss until he passed out from lack of oxygen, while someone had to actively look out for Rana, jeez.
And as for Remarque……… He existed? That was nice? Reiki didn’t vote for him, though, and until the so-called Prince earned Reiki’s respect, he wasn’t going to get any.)
To that end, he turned away from the direction where he’d thought he’d heard a voice come from that sounded similar to the one on the compact. He took a few paces in the opposite direction, then stopped.…… It was only to fix his hair, though. If he had to do This ******** s**t, then he wouldn’t be caught dead doing it with his hair looking like roadkill.…… Once he adjusted his tiara a bit and tucked his fringe behind his ears, though, he was going to keep storming off.
………He was going to keep storming off.
………An entire magical alien citadel sat here wide open for him to explore, probably full of all kinds of interesting alien stuff to see! Maybe the starseed-less Star Trek villain guy had an office that Reiki could find and make a mess of!! Worse, he could move everything a centimeter-and-a-half to the left but leave it in the approximate same position, so it would all be wrong enough to irritate Dollar Store John DeLancie but he wouldn’t know why!!! All that and more could be Reiki’s adventure to indulge in as soon as he resumed! storming! off! He wasn’t even supposed to be here today!!!!
Heaving a Dramatic Sigh™, Reiki turned on his heel and stomped in the direction of the other Dark Mirror’s voice. Soon enough, he spotted her—or at least, by the vibrantly colored overlay, he assumed that he did. Taking a deep breath, he tried to shove his Attitude Problem in a box to deal with later, because in fairness to Miss Logos, she hadn’t done anything wrong. She didn’t deserve him being too much of a heinous b***h when they were teammates and in a stressful enough situation as it was.
“Dark Mirror Logos, I presume?” he deadpanned as he got closer. “Murikabushi. Senshi of Hunger. Supremely disappointed that there’s a cornucopia of fine alien men out here and apparently, they’re all too stupid to bother sleeping with, like that John Waters quote about leaving if your date takes you home and they don’t have any books at their place. But—I believe I was summoned…?”
MOOD: Confused and Curious ACTION: Getting her bearings and headed for the other cat signature
One moment, she'd been tinkering with something she'd found in a back alley, the next? Ash was somewhere strange, suddenly surrounded by a bunch of people with power signatures, not all of them Order. Green eyes stared about in confusion, and then looked up... and that was definitely not Earth's sky. She'd seen that enough times to know it well.
Feeling very small suddenly, surrounded by so many bigger people and power signatures, Ash jumped, and with a flourish of sparkles, landed lightly on two human feet. Of course, this didn't help that much in the height department, but at least it was better.
"What an odd place... I wonder how we got here." She said as she touched the side of her visor, calling up a holographic keyboard. Typing on it seemed to not produce anything she wanted on the display before her eyes, bringing a petulant frown to her small, heart-shaped face. She was too fine a lady to stomp her foot, but she really did want to. Drat. Was there at least anyone she knew here? It was hard to tell, even standing on tip toe to look.
Oh! There was another cat though! She could feel him or her, across the way. It was as good a direction as any, and Ash began to weave her way between people, padding barefoot over the rough ground.
MOOD: Guarded ACTION:Standing behind Ephesus and Amarynthos with a hand on their shoulders and talking to them and Sessrumnir
Alastor nodded quietly and scanned the area again. Sessrumnir did know more than he did about this, so that was a relief. He could wait to see what happened to develop a plan.
At least, it was a good idea to see just how many people there were. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen this many Senshi and Knights gathered in one place.
He’d seen this much Chaos. Not the Negaverse, not the Dark Mirror Senshi, but Chaos.
A defensive course of action seemed best; he didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize the boys’ safety. Ephesus was already scared enough as is, he didn’t want to make that worse. He squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. “We’ll be able to go home, Ephesus. Let’s just all stick together and try to figure out what we’re doing here. Maybe something good will come of it.”
MOOD: Confused ACTION:Standing next to Ephesus, Alastor is holding their shoulders, talking to Sessrumnir quietly
Amarynthos wasn’t sure that Alastor was being entirely sincere in his optimism, but he cared more about making sure that Ephesus felt safe and reassured than he did about hearing whatever Alastor was really thinking.
He was old, though. He hadn't gotten that old by chance, probably. So, between him and Sessrumnir, he figured they were probably in the best hands possible.
He moved a little closer to Ephesus. “Yeah, especially if we try to stay out of trouble. The sky’s pretty, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it like this.” Which wasn’t new, all things considered. It was like being on the Moon, only different.
Of course he was curious about all of this. He’d only just dipped his toes into this whole world and he had so much to learn. This being abnormal only made it all the more interesting. Dangerous, probably, given how tense Sessrumnir and Alastor were, but he tried to put on a good face for Ephesus. He didn’t want to add to the worry, so he tried to focus on the positive things–like how many other Knights or Senshi there seemed to be.
MOOD: Perplexed, but loving the fact that it's a space trip ACTION: Wandering through the crowd and spotting Moira (and Fantasia)
Well this was certainly not what Meissa had expected. A shimmering light had surrounded her while she'd been on patrol and now she found herself here. So was this an alien abduction? Her gaze took in the throng of people before spotting those that couldn't feasibly be considered human but they were looking just as confused. So unless they were just really good actors, it didn't look like they were the ones responsible. The bluenette paused though in her inspection of the non-humans that she was seeing. They almost looked like those that had been involved with that large battle on the hill the previous year. Yes ... she remembered that event quite well. Sure enough these individuals looked like the group then. Deciding it was best to avoid them at the moment Meissa skirted around the gathering group before sighing.
Casting her gaze skyward the senshi of bobcats was amazed at the clear view that was afforded to those that were seemingly delivered here. It was almost a shame that she didn't have her telescope with her because this was the clearest view of a galaxy that she had ever seen.
"Nope, distractions are bad. Keep moving Meissa," it was better to observe phenomena later on when she had a better handle on what was going on. For now though it was better to stay in motion and not present herself as a target. That would have worked too if Meissa hadn't picked out a familiar face in the crowd. Glancing back and forth Meissa moved around the crowd before reaching Moira's general area. She grinned at the Senshi of Roots before noticing the cat at Moira's feet. "Hey Moira, remember me?"
And to the cat she waved, "I don't think we've met. I'm Sailor Meissa."
MOOD: Icy exterior, Screaming within, cursing the heavens. ACTION: Finding a familiar face — and maybe friends?
Syrus was having a whole day, fiddled with the tails of his Fuku. Hedged the crowd hastily, quashing the urge to freeze up on people as he passed — he didn’t know where or what or how he was….
Ooh, except he knew that voice? True. Last time he’d heard it, it’d been over the din of wind, oil demons, and screaming swaths of people. Regardless, he knew it. Knew that the girl with kaleidoscope eyes knew her s**t and knew it well — She was an Eternal after all; she had herself together— which had him on point and *listening* to her explain there was a body running about with no *soul.*
“I’m sorry, darling, can you come again on that one? What ******** are we embroiled in, exactly?” because of all the things Cryolite knew? This, all of this!
He knew none of it. Was too fresh and green to it all. Was quickly realizing it was a wholy common thing — except the ‘living while dead’ part, supposedly people did that, the dying bit, and usually it wasn’t long after they’d had that precious little gleam of star removed.
Did she take it from him? Whoever it was — Kermit or something. Was that how she knew?
MOOD: His fields are barren, his skin is dry, his stress level is through the roof. ACTION: Finding his people, Handing out Free Birds, His finger guns are actual guns.
To say that Tenoch was pissy? Was an absolute understatement, the general unease of the whole situation, being snagged up without warning — again — unable to return home by any means (even the strange crystal he’d gotten while stuck in that monstrous ink zone) the palpable relief, the shock that became surprise for seeing the others!!
It paled in comparison to the rage that made his trigger finger itch and had his gaze darting the throngs around them; there was safety in numbers though — and their own, were their own, were *theirs*. He cared little for sides and choices, and greatly for his people.
He looked for Nessa and Eso as he made a beeline for Andreiya and Vyn, shot one person who was staring a look; flipped what he’d learned from humans was a very rude bird Zyr way, because the staring was making the fine hairs at the nape of his neck stand on end.
Flipped another even free-er bird, in the direction of whomever Andreiya was redirecting. He didn’t know who, didn’t care, his Corporals tone told him everything he needed to know.
Vanguard:
cibarium
Sunshine Alouette
Guine
a_disgruntled_dragon
Sunshine Alouette
stari_maga
tefla
Not Vanguard:
Sweenys_Revenge
You get a bird and a look! (omg I love Lourdes!)
Daekie
And you get a bird in passing! Free birds for everyone! (Ze is grand and glorious!)
MOOD: I’m not crying, you’re crying! ACTION:Taking a trip, taking a fall.
Diasporite couldn’t believe his eyes, he was going to be dizzy, worse?! He was going to be sick.
So he stopped turning in circles while staring straight up — and tried to squeeze himself round some of the more threatening auras.
Not that there was any escaping them all. Not that he even had the power to try!! Dia bit his glossed lips red and felt tiny tips of his summoned weapon bite into curled gloved fingers, missed the swish of a tail in his haste — in passing —
Dia made the most undignified noise he’d ever made in his entire life, went down in a gangly sprawl of furled coats and pretty heels —
Whatever barbed words he was ready to aim at the thing which’d tripped him? They died. Ashen things those words. Bitter. Because he was suddenly staring up at a swath of white, red, green and Alien (why was it always the aliens he had to run into!!?), with his big pale-pink, watery eyes.
He remembered the monstrous sea-demon who’d kicked his s**t in before, an evil Senshi like all the rest, and in a fit of piqued fear? Diasporite cried. Soft wet wells of stupid clear tears. His silly gilded finger-toy weapons entirely forgotten.
All the auras were strange and the stars were strange and—and!!!
MOOD: Well. Okay. Sure. ACTION: grouping with Encke, Pendour, Viatrix
Basiluzzo wasn't sure how optimistic he was about getting out of the situation soon. He did appreciate the squeeze to his hand, but pulled his hand away at the same instant Encke did. He busied himself with the swathe of stars overhead, studying them and wishing he was more familiar with the constellations. He didn't see many stars in the sky with all of the lights the city had, so it had never really seemed relevant. But it might've at least given him an idea of where on Earth they were.
Of course, the 'on Earth' was a bit question mark. Were they on Earth? Basiluzzo had no earthly idea!
Ha!
No, from what Encke had said, they were not on Earth.
His normally jovial spirits were a bit suppressed by all the chaos energy around them. This was uncomfortably reminiscent of that fight in the park, and the similarities made his skin crawl. He cast an apprehensive glance up to the sky, half expecting lasers. The only respite from that train of thought was that all of the aliens seemed unsettled, not just the ones who'd stayed with Caedus.
It did also help that the chaos side didn't seem terribly thrilled this time, either. Rather than move into position, a lot of the agents and their friends that he could see seemed to be milling about as uneasily as the rest of them. He wasn't sure what good picking fights with the Negaverse here would do for them. If they were all teleported en masse like this, out of nowhere with no notice--he and Encke had just been doing normal patrols--then something else had to be at work, right?
Right?
Should they be wasting energy now, when something bigger might be coming?
Pendour had the right idea--just admire the sky for now. At least, until something else happened, even if that didn't seem to be working for others... "Hi Pen!" greeted Basiluzzo, pressing cheer into his voice where he didn't necessarily feel it even if he was happy to see her. "It is beautiful! Worried like Via is though, gotta say."
MOOD: dour ACTION: looking for other Ganymede knights
Tikal had been asleep. Had. She'd gotten up, groggily, to use the restroom, heard a weird noise outside, and powered up just in case. She realized now with a bit more wakefulness that the noise was probably an animal of some sort. Maybe a cat--an actual cat, probably not a Mauvian--hunting something, who knew?
It was hard to tell now, mainly because of the sudden teleportation that had happened as soon as Tikal had opened her front door to cautiously peer outside. The teleportation had done wonders for making sure that the only cats around were Mauvians. For better or worse, anyway, as Ganymede frowned at the presence of Chaos in the crowd. There wasn't all-out war yet, at least. That was... an improvement.
Wait, her front door was probably still open--
Trying to will herself back home wasn't working. Craning her neck, Tikal looked for other knights from her group, figuring it couldn't hurt to cluster a bit more together...
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Anyone is free to interact, especially other people from Ganymede!
MOOD: Tired(tm) and apprehensive ACTION: keeping close to the other Valencyans, regardless of past action
Yddagen felt a sinking in the pit of his stomach as he glanced from one side to the other. He saw plenty of other Velencyans and was loathe to wander far from them. Anyone that met his eye got a short, cursory nod of acknowledgement and greeting. He didn't bother sorting out the ones that had gone with Caedus versus the ones like him that had stayed with Lyndin. He didn't see a point.
He hoped the others agreed, but as long as no one started all out war again... He took a deep breath, glancing about for Lysvi. He had spent much of his time of late masquerading as a human taking college courses. Auditing, he believed it was actually called. Not pursuing any certification, but studying them.
Studying them and their history as much as he studied their faces now as he kept a watchful eye for anyone who might make themselves troublesome apart from the squire yelling at them and earning the ire of the corporals.
MOOD: Literally just this ACTION: Trying to stay out of the fray, also hi Yddagen
What the hell was going on?
Lysvi liked space, but they didn't like it in this way. Not with so much distance from the ability to get back to home base, not away from Velencya itself, and not without any ability to meaningfully communicate with any leadership back home. It seemed to be leaving the other Velencians on edge, which made sense, especially if their only guide was a ... Starseedless man? According to one of their supposed allies? (Allying to the Negaverse and Laurelite especially still made their skin crawl--) How did that work?
Their mind tumbled over the concept for a moment, wondering how that guy was alive--
But then there were a bunch of Velencians, and they came back to attention on it just as a cranky human squire was yelling, and another human page was getting in between, and some of their own were flipping the bird and threatening violence and--
MOOD: Irritated ACTION: Staring at the Velencians still; yelling at Lourdes And there was more of the Velencians, too. Great. Fantastic. Not only did this group have one weird starseedless alien on their hands, they had what was apparently an entire ******** troupe of pre-allied aliens. Damn it. If ze could find someone ze already knew and who ze didn't hate, this would feel less awkward, but the blubbering Lieutenant on the floor wasn't exactly making the Negaverse look good.
"If you have a ******** problem," Larimar bit out, and zyr voice didn't shake at all, "get it out of the way fast. If this is anything like last time, we'll be here for weeks." Ze summoned zyr dagger just in case, holding it loosely in one hand, and the look in zyr eyes was getting a little manic.
MOOD: Frustrated. Always frustrated. ACTION: Talking to Corrupt Cryolite "He's some kind of zombie," Chrysocolla said, but she didn't sound all that interested in the theological implications of it all. "Starseeds are souls. If you don't have one, there shouldn't be anything happening except some of the things the body does on its own. Everyone here has a special starseed, too." ...And if the Velencians didn't, she was going to sound really, really stupid - but she just wanted to get people worked up, and point them at seeing Kurma as an enemy, so the details of it weren't too important. Maybe they had weird alien starseeds. She didn't know, and if she tried to check she'd probably set back negotiations about six months, so that was a no-go. "Does that really sound like he wants you to be safe?"
She shifted her weight between her heels, fighting the urge to uncross and recross her arms. That wouldn't make her look like she held any authority, if she looked awkward. Was she hanging onto this by the tips of her fingers already? Maybe, but aside from that one Senshi, nobody had secondguessed her talking about Kurma's starseed, so...
