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Botein of Amulets

Botein had gotten the message asking for help, she had no clue who Daedalus was but if they needed help she was more then willing to give it.... she just hoped it didn't include zombies or rabies. That last senshi that needed help... well that whole thing was still giving her nightmares. She didn't regret helping. She just didn't like the zombies that chased her in her dreams.

And yet here she was, in the growing crowd, ready to lend her aid in any way she could. When Daedalus asked if anyone had any questions the young woman hesitantly raised a hand and asked, "Its not zombies is it? They give me the heebie-jeebies." She shuttered at just the thought of them. She would never look at zombie movies the same way again.

Sigiriya of Ida

Sig absently fiddled with his new weapon, still trying to get the feel for it, while he asked his companion, "Where exactly are we going?" He didn't quite understand why Tortuga had called him out that particular night. He didn't mind but still. Why was his cousin-in-law dragging the new squire with him like some kind of flotsam. It wasn't a very flattering mental comparison but Sig couldn't think of anything better. It wasn't like he had so much time as a fighter under his belt, let alone his new status as a squire. What use could he be to an older, and more experienced squire like Tortuga?

Tortuga of Jupiter

"To help someone out." Tortuga answered absently as he strode forward. "Can you feel that group of auras ahead? It's a collection of order that gathered because one of us needs help." He did his best to explain. He hadn't gotten a full rundown of what was going on, only that a senshi needed help scrubbing chaos from their world. He remembered what had happened to Maia and didn't want anything like that to happen to someone else if he could prevent it.

Purple eyes glanced over at the younger squire and took note of the nervous fidgeting. "Look kid. As much as you practice. As much as you spar. Nothing beats real combat. Chaos will not wait for you to master your staff. It won't wait for you to understand your magic. It doesn't care. It won't stop." They came upon the edges of the crowd and Tortuga lowered his voice. "Not until we make it. Hence dragging you along. You can learn just how dangerous Chaos taint can be not only in this city but in the universe as a whole. I know you were told about it. But now you will experience it." He clapped a hand on the young man's back, "Don't worry. I'll make sure you get home safe... otherwise your girl will have my head." A very accurate statement, as Tortuga knew well. After all he had the threatening text to prove it.

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Dunnottar, Page of Lysithea

Dunnottar inhaled slowly as he answered the call for help. This whole... helping people thing wasn't his usual forte, but he needed more experience in fighting strange, alien and alien-like things. He needed to strengthen his power in this form, to understand it better, the limitations he was working with, all of that. And this seemed like a good way to get some.

He glanced around, but didn't see anyone he recognized nearby—not that he would have talked to them, he supposed, but it was nice to see familiar faces all the same.

Super Hati of Cu-Sith

Hati rolled his neck, stretching out his body as he prepared for the fight to come. He didn't have a lot of questions—nothing that wasn't already being asked yet, anyway. He supposed he just wanted to be as ready for the fight to come as he could be. Maybe he'd have further questions to follow up with once Daedalus answered what had already been asked, but at the moment, he was content to wait and listen. Start strategizing.

Super Demeter of Agriculture

Demeter breathed. In and out. Okay. Every good team needed some healers, right? That's what the video games said! Not everyone could be, uh... a DPS! The shooter guys!! The ones who attacked and all of that. Or something. She didn't know, okay, if she played any video games they were the stupid puzzle game apps on her phone that kinda sucked anyway because of all the dumb ads when she just wanted to draw a bunch of lines from one space to another and try not to intersect any of them while matching.

Right she was definitely getting off track. She shook her head and put her best focus face on. Focus. Yeah. Focus. She could do this! Totally!! Whatever was coming, she could help, she could make sure people didn't die and oh dear sweet baby Jesus Mary and Joseph, were people going to die? Would anyone die? Oh no. No no no no. She couldn't let that happen!!

She realized she hadn't been listening again and blushed out of shame that nobody would have known, probably, given she wasn't babbling out loud for once. She needed to make sure she heard Daedalus answer the questions people had definitely asked while her brain had been elsewhere. At least by getting the answers, she'd know what the questions were.

Probably. That was how that worked, right?

Læraðr, Squire of Neptune

Læraðr inhaled deeply, letting out the breath in a soft whoop. Exhilaration ran through his veins—a fight. Against some big horrible Chaos thing. This was an excellent way to let off some steam, to try and pretend like his home life wasn't slowly unthreading itself. A real, proper fight against an enemy they could actually kill.

He couldn't wait to get started, he thought to himself as he cracked his knuckles and shook his hands out, doing his usual long stretches to limber up before exercising—or in this case, traveling to a new planet to absolutely kick the a** of some Chaos creature.

Super Monoceros of Porcupines

Monoceros was absolutely terrified. He hadn't been out in so long... He didn't want to be tracked down by—he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shut out the thoughts of Ashanite with them. He still loved the man—as far as he knew, the first man he'd ever gotten to love. And wasn't that just the best pickle. Heavy-handed sarcasm and all. He sighed, rubbing his hand over his eyes.

He just... couldn't ignore such a cry for help. He needed to stop just drifting through life on Kerberos' kindness in his civilian life. He had to stop avoiding becoming Monoceros and... ********, he really didn't want to be out here. But he had to start somewhere. And at least with something like this, they were all headed to someone else's planet and he couldn't be caught in some kind of kidnapping plot.

He exhaled shakily, wishing they would just go so he didn't have to be out in the open—even surrounded by the White Moon as he was.

Eternal Fang of Chrysocyon

Fang had promised to help any and all other aliens with their Chaos issues—so it was no question that he'd come to help Daedalus. He liked the dragony senshi, as well. They'd exchanged lullabies, a while back. He liked that.

So he waited, ears perked and alert. But he did notice... Daedalus was looking very ill, and his ears drooped slightly with concern before perking back up to hear his answer as he stepped closer.

Sailor Cernunnos

A large gathering like this was a curiosity, that was for sure. The slight boy had hear something about something going on tonight and it had sounded interesting enough that here he was, staring around at all the strange faces as he approached. So, this was to help someone like him, hmm? Someone from a planet other than Earth. Cernunnos hadn't really known there were so many other order people... and this wasn't even all of them, he was pretty sure. He'd never run into more than one or two so far, though he'd felt them off in the distance like tiny stars on his inner senses. Hati had explained some of it, but seeing them all gathered... was just a little overwhelming.

That guy over there with the horns... not like his horns, different horns, seemed to be the one in charge... though he didn't look well. Was that part of all of this? Whatever they'd all gathered for, it was making him sick? Cernunnos wasn't sure you could physically fight an illness, but who knew. He hadn't thought he could be pulled across the universe not that long ago. Or that he could outlive everyone he'd ever known and then some, so.. you know. There were lots of things he'd been proven wrong about.

Dark eyes scanned the people gathered, wondering who they each were and what had motivated them all to come. Altruism? Wanting to help someone the did or didn't know? Something else? Was this part of the big war he'd been told about? He was getting kind of tired of always having questions and no answers to them... but some of them were cute, which at least made for nice people watching. Reaching out, he pulled a snack bar out of his subspace and tore open the wrapper, nibbling at a corner of it as he perked his ears to listen.

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Lucien - Cat Form

Lucien’s tail swished behind Alastor’s back in agitation. He’d remained silent as Alastor had, choosing to observe rather than voice any questions or opinions. Given the number there, and the circumstances, he doubted there would be time to answer any of his questions. And he didn’t want to ask questions to which he preferred a detailed response.

Arriving at Daedalus, Lucien stiffened, the fur on the back of his neck rising, and he did his best not to dig his claws into Alastor’s shoulder.

“Charming,” he grimaced at what was undoubtedly the source of Chaos. It reeked of it, although it was more unpleasant than he wished to experience.

At some point he would need to get off of Alastor’s shoulders, but for now, he stayed with his feet dry.

“Perhaps it was a blessing that Ephesus is under the weather. He would surely be distraught over the state of this world.”

Not that the child had any understanding of what the world should be like, but he was a gentle soul and filled with emotions he didn’t always know how to control.

“You will not get out of that as easily as water,” he warned, thinking that it was also a curse that Sessrumnir was under the weather as well, for Lucien certainly wouldn’t be able to pull Alastor from the sludge should he end up in it, voluntarily or otherwise.

Vela super senshi of bonfires

Listening to it was a story she had heard a lot lately, chaos like pollution spreading across a world, it wasn't a weird story, it was really a pretty normal story for the endless battles they fought. Yea the big problem was when it took on a physical form, that always was a problem. She had never heard of that not being a problem. As far as she knew there was no such thing as a good chaos manifestation. "Oh wow that sounds like something out of a Dungeons and Dragons book." She said with a nervous laugh. She wasn't worried about getting what this world had, if that were a thing, she would have gotten something by now. Going from world to world helping others.

"I'm ready to go wherever you tell me to go." She said in a confident tone. "I'm ready to fight." She wasn't about to give up before they even started. Vela liked fighting. She liked having a clear goal, which made trying to fix her own world so hard since who was to say how a world had to be repaired? She had been in some places that were like a test rather than a battle. She shook her head trying to focus.

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Super Sailor Ymir

Ymir wasn’t terribly interested in saving anything.

He knew that it could be done, that it had been done, and had even been there for it once. He knew at some point he would have to concern himself with his own world more than he had since he had awoken from stasis, that what they would do here and what they had done on Alastor was imperative to his world’s survival. He knew that many of those who had helped before and would help again were committed to expunging Chaos from as many worlds as possible, and he knew that, though he knew so few of them personally, countless would likely answer the call should he decide to ask, simply for the chance to do so.

But Ymir could not have cared less.

Well, perhaps he could have. He had allowed Surtur to talk him into this, after all. He could have stayed behind. Nothing and no one had forced him to be here, yet here he was. Surely that indicated some level of care.

(If asked, Ymir would insist he allowed himself to be coaxed along only because Earth was far too hot at this time of year. He had been hopeful that some other world would not be.)

Ymir had no questions. He had no concerns. He offered no well wishes, disinterested as he was in pointless platitudes. He stood near Surtur, putting himself a step behind, not seeking protection so much as avoiding notice. Surtur knew Daedalus but Ymir did not, and had only heard vague details of their association. The rest he barely glanced over.

They arrived and Ymir said nothing. He shifted closer to Surtur to avoid separation (intentional or not), but had no other reaction to their new surroundings or the trials they might soon face. This place meant nothing to him. The Chaos here meant nothing to him. Perhaps they would succeed as they had on Alastor, as others had since then on different worlds. Perhaps life would be restored and this world would prosper.

It hardly seemed worth it to Ymir.

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Yvoire, Squire of Ganymede

It was strange to be here without so many of his friends. Yvoire stood next to Reims—within touching distance, though he hadn’t let himself reach out for Reims yet. A nervous shiver went through him, but Yvoire did his best to suppress it. He stood straight and, though not tall, at least appeared as if he were capable of helping. He had done this twice already, after all. Sure, a part of him remained afraid, and another part of him would always mourn what Chaos had done, but he knew he was capable. He knew that, together, they could save another world—that he could help, and that by doing so he was righting wrongs he may not yet fully understand.

Yvoire clutched at his parasol, felt the thrum of magic within him and let himself be comforted by it. He and Reims might be without their usual gaggle of friends, but they weren’t alone. One of Ephesus’ dads was here if they needed help, and there were so many others.

Yvoire turned to Reims and offered a small smile.

There was another part of him that secretly liked the chance to do this together—without Cynthus screeching, or Ephesus and Amarynthos being all lovey dovey, or having to share Reims’ attention with Dering or Rose. This time, maybe it could be like it was when they went to their Wonders together. He had Reims to himself. Selfishly, he liked that.

Selfishly, he hoped Reims did too.