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Siegfried Knight of Neptune

Siegfried tied his hair back with a leather cord as he made his way through the crowd to Cybele. When she'd told him about the plan and that she was participating in it, he'd decided that he'd help. No, he was not here solely because he didn't like the idea of one of his girls doing this alone. On a world he didn't know. With someone he didn't know. Especially when that world was covered in Chaos. No, of course not. He was not overprotective at all.

Okay, maybe he was a little overprotective, but given that both Cybele and Albireo liked to get kidnapped or soul ganked by Chaos on the regular, he felt rather justified that he'd named himself their protector. He was a knight after all.

His encounters with the more 'alien' senshi from deep space were few and far between. While some looked distinctively 'other', others did not. Apparently the civilizations of the past had been wildly different, even if everyone seemed to have the same 'humanoid template'. No weird senshi that were just slime creatures or centaurs or the like.

Not that they couldn't have existed, he reasoned, just that the cosmic order of things seemed to keep everyone the same relative 'shape'.

Siegfried surveyed their surroundings with the eye of a veteran and took up post on Cybele's right side, to give himself the freedom to swing his cutlass about if needed. He didn't think Alastor would bring them all here just to try to murder them, but it never hurt to at least be ready in case the worst happened.

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Siegy is on her right if you want to throw her in, otherwise we can handwave it <3

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Super Sailor Iduna of Apples

The pull reminded her a little of the call of Iduna, that one she'd felt lurking behind her temples since the blight had spread from Ida. She'd ignored it, for the most part. Iduna went back exactly once - without Lazarite or any sort of back up mind - to confirm that the blight had spread to her world too. It had, in the city around the great tree. She couldn't do much then, but it seemed content to stay in the abandoned gardens and buildings.

Why her world still nagged her to return, even with the blight being vanquished when it manifested on Earth, she had no idea.

Now that she stood on Alastor, on a world almost consumed by it, she wondered if there was more at work on her own world than just a carnivorous tree and some dead patches.

Iduna didn't know Alastor - didn't actually know many of the 'senshi from deep space' - but ignoring the call was difficult. Her journeys into space never ended particularly well, and it was clear she wouldn't find comfort in Lazarite's smile here. The world did not call on the against of Chaos from Earth it seemed.

Even among a sea of Order, she felt alone and out of place. Answering the call was the easy part; it was everything else that was going to be difficult.

A small woman with ram horns and a tail smiled softly at her and patted her arm.

"I'm out of place here, too. It's all right to feel that way,[" she said, her voice tilted with an accent Iduna couldn't place. She noticed that the senshi was green, with bright yellow eyes and red face markings. "Terebellum, of Resonance. Tere is fine though,"

"I...Iduna... of Apples," she said in reply, caught off guard but a little less doubtful about her place here.

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Terebellum is very distinguishable as a DSS, from her green skin to her tail, to the gray ram horns in her white hair.

Sailor Terebellum, Senshi of Resonance

"A pleasure to meet you, Iduna. Let's stick together for a little, until we get our bearings," suggested Tere, though her tone was a bit more forceful than she'd intended. Ah well, chalk it up to being out of practice. Besides, she couldn't trust her magic these days, and needed someone who was a little more well off in that regard to stick around. Terebellum felt bad for using the poor girl - who had a look she knew all too well of self doubt and worry - but ultimately, Iduna would probably never know.

The small ram horned senshi took Iduna's nod as consent and looked around the hall. Much like what she'd observed on her own world, Alastor was deathly quiet and devoid of life. She'd gathered from her brief conversations with Surtur and Ymir - who she spotted closer to Alastor himself - on Astraya that many worlds were like this among the cosmos of space. All but dead, with their senshi holding on until something woke them up.

Whatever they'd been called for, the world thought it necessary to bring more than a few people. She could hazard a guess what Alastor's plans were, which meant...

If they were successful here, maybe there was hope yet for her own world.

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Hyperborea, Transcended Knight of the Cosmos

Hyperborea had been out on patrol when she felt the the pull. She was never to ignore a magic call if she was available so she did not resist and let herself be pulled away from the Earth and Destiny City.

The glowing knight looked around at the location she had ended up in. it was some kind of ornate but ancient looking hall. She didn't recognize the planet she was on but looking outside it didn't look like it was in the best of shape. She wondered what peril was here that such a group was assembled. She had only just finished healing her wounds from the battle in the subway but if this world needed help she would provide what she could.

Looking around at the assembled knights, senshi, and guardian cats though she was confident whatever problem was here could be dealt with. She spotted Princess Ganymede as well as multiple full Knights and Eternal Senshi some of whom were even transcended like herself. She decided to just wait for the host of this gathering, who she supposed was the strange looking Eternal at the front of the hall, to speak up about their purpose here.

Basiluzzo, Squire of Uranus

Basiluzzo hadn't been at the meeting with Alastor with Encke and Viatrix, but they had filled him in on most of the finer details. Alastor was like Dagon and Roka. He was from someplace deep out in space that had been overtaken with chaos, and he had probably been living in it this entire time. The chaos was taking the form of shadow that seemed to permeate everything. That meant that this call had taken them to the aforementioned planet of shadows and chaos, and--to be honest--if he looked at the same thing Encke was looking at, he could tell. The lightning was red. At least, if he understood that difference in color due to the contrast of the stained glass--

Despite that, it was eerily quiet.

He wasn't sure he liked that, considering.

"You're pretty confident, Vi." He wasn't going to poke a hole in that bubble, though. Someone needed to be. It wasn't that he wasn't, he just... didn't like the way the outside looked. "It's pretty pleasant in here, at least?"

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Sailor Ancha of Red Tide

To be honest, she barely understood what the pull was. Taalia hadn't felt anything like it before, too new to magic and even newer to being a senshi. If she was anything, though, she was curious, and feeling the tug made her want to grasp its hand and follow it.

She felt like she had been dragged into a gothic cathedral, and she half-expected some gothic metal to begin filtering through her ears. A dream, maybe. Maybe she had gotten too deep into her latest cover. The only thing that made that feel wrong was the fact that there was hardly any noise at all except for people talking to each other, and even that seemed muffled. Dimmed. Probably didn't help that she barely knew anyone involved with this... magical girl thing.

There was at least one she did know, though, and she heard him calling to her.

b*****d.

"b***h," she took position next to Hydor, crossing her arms under her chest. There was, however, no venom in her words, "my magic is going to save your a** one of these days."

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Super Sailor Phaethon of Happiness

Nembus had been insistent that she was going to do this alone.

He worried for her, but he also knew he couldn't necessarily stop her. He had tried his best to help her adjust to life, but--when it came to any part of their powered lives--she kept pretty far away from all of it. He was fine with that for the most part, too busy with his doctoral studies to patrol with any regularity anyway, but she rejected even when he tried to offer for her to come with him. Unless it had something to do with Nembus itself or the rare allies she had, she rejected it.

The insistence, then, that she was going to do this thing for Alastor, and that she was willing to do it alone, took him by surprise. It felt unlike her.

But then they both felt the call.

Nembus seemed nervous, and he wanted to reach over and put his hand on her shoulder or something, but she was hugging--and keeping to--herself. He found himself standing with his hand half in the air, trying to figure out how to approach her, when she asked him if he was ready. The question locked him up tighter for a moment as he lowered his hand.

"No," because there was no point in lying. "You probably know this better than I do. Are you ready?"



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Eternal Sailor Alastor

This was not what Alastor expected.

There were faces he recognized, but more faces that he didn’t, and there was a brief moment where his face settled into a frown while the reality of it settled in. He was grateful for everyone there, but he didn’t want anyone to get hurt. The moment they stepped foot on his world, he felt responsible for them.

He knew that they were here not because he had the strength to bring them, but because his world had. He trusted his world. He didn’t think it would have brought anyone who couldn’t handle themselves.

But then, desperate times called for desperate measures. He gave Sessrumnir a look, but it was as grateful as it was exasperated.

He nodded to Hawara, grateful to have him there among all the other familiar faces, and returned a brief smile to Selinur and Solaris. There were others he recognized, mixed in with the faces that were new to him, and he nodded to them, and smiled briefly when he could.

And yet, there was a seriousness to him that he couldn’t shake. He wasn’t going to approach this flippantly, or mislead anyone into thinking it was safe to do so.

He drew in a breath.

“Thank you all for coming,” he started, not unsure of himself but unsure of how he was supposed to address strangers who didn’t know why they might be here. Briefly, he recalled his trip to Astraya and the inability to leave of his own accord. At least here they could go home if they didn’t like what he had to say.

He stood a little straighter, and eased his expression somewhat. He wasn’t uncomfortable speaking to a crowd but he wasn’t good at asking for help. One on one had been manageable but this was different.

“I’d welcome you, but Alastor isn’t particularly hospitable these days. Which is why you’re here. If you want to be. There is no oath to be bound to, and if you want to leave after hearing what I say, you’re welcome to. My world is overrun with Chaos. I have one chance, tonight, to destroy it. Some of you know this already. If this is our first time meeting, you’re not less wanted here, but I have to warn you that this is dangerous. There are shadows on my world, a darkness. Hungry and eager to consume anything it can. This Hall is important to me. It’s a fortress. It houses the Core of my world. The heart of it. If the Chaos takes that, my world is lost. I’ve spent years trying to find a way to destroy this Chaos before it can destroy my world. It’s taken this long to find it. Going at it alone would be reckless. I have a plan, but to follow through, I need people who are willing to fight it with me. Here.”

He gave them a moment to process this before he continued; thankfully, the storm outside had abated–at least, temporarily. The weight of the Chaos–different from anything on Earth, but callous and smothering–was heavy on them.

“This Chaos looks into your heart. It turns everything it can against you. It tries to weaken you, tries to manipulate you. Tries to lure you into it. If you stay and fight, it can be destroyed. All shadows are tied to the same source. I need to spread it out, to thin out its power. It will come for my Core. I don’t know from where.” Anywhere. Everywhere, maybe. “If you’re here, I’m asking you to help me do that. The Hall of the Ancients,” he gestured around to introduce them to it, “Is well fortified, but it is weak. And without help, it will fall. This isn’t a task for anyone to do alone, it’s better to have someone watching your back. There are places here that need fortifying. I can’t do it on my own. So I’m asking for help. And if you’ll stand by me for this, I’ll repay the favor however I can. And I’ll do everything in my power to make sure everyone gets home safely. But if you want out now, there’s no hard feelings. This Chaos is strong, and angry.”

And if they didn’t do this tonight, he didn’t know if his world would have a tomorrow.

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Mauvian Soleiyu

There were more faces than he recognized, but Soleiyu didn’t really think this was something worth being worried about. New faces were good, it meant that there was a wider circle than he knew. And, familiar faces were good, too. He stayed close to Lysithea, mostly because he didn’t want anything to happen to her and he didn’t want to get lost in the crowd. He could have taken another form, but he was fine like this. He could wave between feet, or slip around without much fanfare. There wasn’t any need to suppress energy signatures at this point in time so he didn’t worry about that, but he didn’t want to tap into his other form out of fear of drawing too much attention to himself.

He was fine like this, eavesdropping. Gathering information. Making sure all of his electronics were picking up accurate readings. He knew how important this was to Alastor. Most of the people he cared about were here right now; he wasn’t going to let them waltz into trouble.

He was tired of losing people he cared about.

Eternal Sailor Malus and Eternal Sailor Adria

Adria and Malus had been waiting together for the call. Lysithea had filled them in, and while neither of them had been particularly happy to have her go off to some Chaos world alone, they understood that she had a part to play. They just had to wait for theirs.

Knowing they were going to come to Alastor and actually arriving were a little different than expected, and while they might not have had much in common together, they had Lysithea, and she was the first person they spotted.

Adria had spotted Varuna quickly, and his face lit up; he waved to her and began to make his way closer to her, but they kept a bit of a distance because they didn’t want to intrude. He was glad to see her with someone she seemed to know–someone she trusted enough to hug. He knew she was careful with her emotions, but he couldn’t help but smile a little. He kept a bit of a distance, so as not to crowd her, but wanted to make sure that she knew he was nearby.

Malus was a little less shy, but he felt better when he was around Lysithea in general, so he walked over and picked Soleiyu up in both arms. He ignored the Mauvian’s unimpressed look, but the cat was a giant in his arms and begrudgingly made himself a bit more comfortable as they stood near Varuna, Palatine and Lysithea.

Adria joined him, but aside from a polite, shy little smile he didn’t try to impose.

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Sessrumnir, Knight of Jupiter

Sessrumnir kept his arms crossed over his chest, and kept to himself as others approached Alastor to either greet him, or just get closer to listen to what he had to say. Sessrumnir didn’t have anything to say, so he kept himself close to Alastor, although not too close, turned to the side so he could keep an eye on everything behind Alastor’s back.

He didn’t want him to think he had to guard himself while explaining why everyone was there, so Sessrumnir took up that job.

He heard Sailor Solaris introduce herself, but he pretended like he didn’t. His heart was already racing, his hand clutched around the orb that rested at his chest for comfort.

If they were to survive all of this, he would talk to people then.

Maybe. Although he wished he didn’t have to, especially with such a large group of people showing up.



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Valhalla, Transcended Knight of Jupiter

Valhalla was quiet while Alastor spoke. His expression fell to something more grim. This wasn’t what they were used to fighting. This wasn’t the Negaverse who sometimes had a morality they could petition.

This was pure Chaos. Something that could dig into their hearts and minds.

He’d seen what it did to Alastor already. Had seen the way it took the form of his dead husband and tried convincing him that he was real.

There were several times that Valhalla thought maybe Alastor would fall for it, despite knowing it was Chaos.

“No apology necessary,” he said to Hawara once they had a chance to speak a little more. “After everything you went through, it’s good to explore being alive and free. But it will be good seeing you around more often,” he added with a warm smile.

Ephesus, Squire of the Moon

He wasn’t exactly nervous when the Mauvian (Realta) approached. He even lifted a hand to give her a little wave! But he was anxious about, well, everything. There were going to be a lot of bad things happening, and he really didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Except he could heal them. A little. Not a lot, but hopefully it was enough to make a difference.

Ephesus did think it was nice that the Mauvians seemed to be curious about them. Lucasta was there, and he almost wished she was in his lap to keep him warm, but he also knew how important it was that she paid attention to everything. And he didn’t want to bother her too much.

“Hi, I’m Effie-- Oh… Ephesus,” he amended as he played with the transparent cuffs of his sleeves. He’d never seen a cat as big as her before. He wondered if it made climbing through small areas difficult. Probably. Why wouldn’t it?

“The Code needed people to help protect the Moon so… we said we would," he explained as he glanced anxiously up at Amarynthos, as if making sure he was saying the right thing, or if maybe he misunderstood something.





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Sailor Surtur

“I have no doubt that none of them could save Earth. Not like this,” he said to Ymir. The Earth was overrun by the Negaverse. Of course they didn’t stand a chance. Maybe if they all worked together, but he’d already seen how poorly they joined forces, even when they had the opportunity to do so.

Still, it was good to see them rallying together to assist Alastor.

He spotted a knight of Mercury he’d met before, and so raised his hand in greeting. “Hail, and well met,” he called to Rainier -- once Alastor had finished his little speech of course. He didn’t want to interrupt when everything was very important to hear.

It sounded like they had a fight cut out for them, and he was excited for it.

“If you wanted to wait back in Destiny City, I would not think poorly of you, Ymir.”

He’d seen the effect the actions of the robots on Astraya caused in Ymir. He had no idea what would happen with pure Chaos.

Eternal Sailor Ganymede

Ganymede attempted to make herself unobtrusive. This was Alastor’s world, and Alastor’s operation. She was there to help in whatever way might prove useful, not to attract attention, not to lead, not to make a nuisance of herself, as she might have years before, constantly questioning every plan, every decision. She stood near enough that she could be called upon if needed, but otherwise seemed somewhat removed — by choice more than anything else.

She scanned the faces within the crowd while Alastor spoke. Ganymede offered what she hoped was a welcoming smile to the winged Senshi who’d approached just before (Solaris), but the tension of the moment kept her quiet, kept her pensive. Those were not Eternal wings, she thought. The Senshi’s skin shimmered, and her ears were not human. She must be another like Alastor, like Ymir and Surtur. That made four Ganymede was aware of now, though as she continued to scan the crowd, she thought there might be more.

How many of them had survived? How many were still out there? Why were they all making their way to Earth now?

The rest of the crowd was a mixed bunch of Senshi, Knights, and Mauvians. Ganymede noted Hyperborea among them and gave her a nod of acknowledgement. More were present than she’d expected. All the same, she had to wonder if their numbers would be enough.

Their numbers were not enough on Earth, but the Chaos here was different. No less dark. No less ominous. No less consuming. But it was not Metallia with an army.