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General Benitoite

He'd been out every night gathering energy, from the storm clouds, from people, from whatever he could. He was putting in his best efforts to do as much as he could, to prepare himself and his team, tonight was no different he had gone out to gather energy as soon as the sun was down. The difference tonight however was quick to notice and as soon as the message came he was teleporting to the meeting spot.

His cape was, for now, removed and sent to subspace where the spike was now kept in waiting. He didn't know when it would be needed, but he was certain the time had been drawing close, and so it waited in subspace as he was certain he'd not have the time to retrieve it from his office - and he was right. For now it would remain, till it was needed, as he glanced about the open area he found his feet taking him towards Jet.

"General King." A polite, though soft spoken, greeting. Tonight would determine everything, whether they all woke up in the morning or not, there was no second guessing or time to do more. Whatever they'd done now would have to be enough. Focusing for a moment, unsure if his cousins were powered up or not, he tugged at them - to summon them. They were needed here more than anywhere else.

"Let us hope that the combined work of us all is enough to see us through this." Because it had to be. Staring up at the sky, his weapon summoned to his hand a comfort he very much needed, as he stood still and as calm as he could be in appearence. He was worried, who wasn't?

Commander Vyn

Vyn was all aflutter and desperate to hide it.

He greeted Andreiya with a wan smile from his place next to Aliez, which put him by Caelyna, which put him by Lyndin. On their own, with only each other to rely on in battle (or lost in space), Vyn knew how to focus on the task at hand. It was the only thing in which he felt he might somewhat excel. He could aim. He could shoot. He could keep the Vanguard together. Tonight’s task being so significant required him to focus like never before. The Earth was in danger. Confrontation was imminent. Whatever happened would determine the fate of more than one world.

But the Commodore was there.

The young, adoring cadet Vyn had once been threatened to rear his vapid head. That wasn’t to say he was any less young or any less adoring as a Commander, but the sighing and pining had grown less overt during his years on Earth and he would very much like to keep things that way. Their reasons for being there were too important.

Vyn brought his hero worship under control out of stubbornness, but could do nothing to ease the nervous twist of his stomach or the pounding of his heart. The last time the Commodore had been on a battlefield, he had been left in very poor shape. Vyn struggled to keep the concern from his face and the worry from his eyes. His gaze flicked toward Lyndin, then away, then back again, then from face to face among the Vanguard. He wanted to reassure them but couldn’t find the words, not with panic rising and flashbacks starting.

They were on another hill.

General-King Faustite

Almadel? A voiceless mouth shaped the name as soon as it appeared. Faustite's burning gaze searched the well-recognized hill for signs of the horned boy, but saw none. Comrades, enemies, and strangers alike in the same broad space, yet he did not lay eyes on the merchant who often stirred his heart.

He vented a smoky sigh through his nose. His blazing attention reached for the sky, for the burgeoning storm and its festering lightning. He'd heard enough about the creature beyond the portentous storm. That it showed now was —

Well, it wouldn't be problematic for long.

Faustite opened arms broadly as he stepped forward a few paces, pulling on his recollection of the team under his command. Then came the ugly curve of volcanic glass bequeathed to him by Metallia, ready in his right. Then came the enigmatic and apparently DRM-protected spike, which even Mirrorspace could not replicate for all its fame of being, well, Mirrorspace. Something made of the stars that nearly bored a hole in his mind for how it begged to be freed from subspace.

The spike was handed off to Headache, who gathered beside him as a spitting image of the General-King. Faustite turned to address those who answered the summons.

I ******** hate lightning, he signed first, and Headache vocalized it.

I ******** hate the White Moon, he added next, and Headache vocalized that, too.

And I ******** hate that some scaly c**t in the sky is making me fight like they're allies. Gore the b***h and we can mulch the field with White Moon corpses in celebration.

Though as he turned back, weapon raised, he thought to himself that this was an invaluable opportunity wasted. So much renewable, pure energy, and they had to toss it away.

Squire Celadon of Cybele

The ring was still so fresh to her. To feel it call her so suddenly, lit up with a message that showed nothing more than time and coordinates. She hardly knew what to do with it. Shifting back into a civilian, she plugged the coordinates into her maps app and followed the mysterious message toward the city outskirts. Was this some kind of prank? A wrong number text from an avid geocacher?

The thundering in her heart said otherwise. She wanted to believe that the days would keep turning, that she would have followed the message to find some smart little powered scavenger hunt that someone set up to spread a little cheer. But when she passed between the last buildings and started between scant trees toward the clearing, she saw the worst outcome in motion.

It was exactly as she expected. Something brewed in the sky, as ominous as the storms that began ages ago. Something veritably boiled up there, and so many powerful people had come from every faction she could think of. None of them were fighting each other. Some of them were banding together.

This was it, then. Their one chance. She summoned her javelin and held it before her, as if in prayer.

She looked up. Somewhere beyond the cloud cover was Cybele, likely to be where she lived out the rest of her days if they couldn't do something about this now. Shoulders set, she scanned the windy field for signs of her Princess among the profusion of disparate uniforms.

Corrupt Eternal Hestia

Hestia arrived immediately at Faustite's summons, moving to step behind both general king and youma with the comfortable grace of one who knows, with intense specificity, her place. While she herself still rather liked the White Moon, and would rather not celebrate with their corpses, Hestia nonetheless enjoyed her leader's rather violent enthusiasm for his work.

Quietly clapping when he had finished, the maid senshi's eyes scanned the clearing, picking out potential dangers who might hold similar enthusiasm and goals toward him. And found...several.

"Whatever comes, we will support and protect you, sir," she intoned while eye-murdering a few figures in the distance.

[KNIGHT]Jelani Myers//Howick, Page of the moon.

The scroll appeared before her in a whisper of silver light, unrolling itself as if guided by unseen hands. She stared at it, frozen for a heartbeat. Her name wasn't written on it, but somehow... she knew it was meant for her.

The coordinates glowed faintly against the parchment, the time etched in lunar script she somehow understood instinctively. Eleven o'clock. A place. A time. No explanation.

Her heart thudded in her chest, heavy and uncertain.

Was this what being a Knight meant? Cryptic messages, storms that swallowed the sky, and a silence that felt like the world itself was holding its breath?

She reached out, fingertips brushing the scroll. It vanished instantly, like it had only existed long enough to be seen. The apartment around her was silent — no movement, no sound but the patter of rain against the windows. And still, even with the door locked, and the lights on, she felt watched.

She looked down at the hourglass pendant around her neck — cracked, small, but glowing faintly with moonlight. It had once been ordinary. Now it pulsed like it had a heartbeat of its own.

She swallowed hard.

She didn’t know what waited for her at those coordinates, but... she was a Knight now. And if she was being called, then something — someone — needed her.

She wasn’t ready. But maybe no one ever was.

So she grabbed her coat, tucked the pendant beneath her collar, and stepped out into the night.

She arrived just a few minutes before the hour.
he wasn’t alone.

Figures had already begun to arrive. Some stood with purpose, already locked in quiet conversation or watchful silence. They were beautiful in a strange, otherworldly way — clad in uniforms that shimmered like stardust, with weapons and symbols that meant nothing to her, but carried weight all the same.

Senshi. Knights. Maybe others.

She hovered at the edge of the gathering, suddenly very aware of how new she was to this. The fabric of her coat still smelled like home, like detergent and warmth, too soft and normal for a place like this.

She didn’t speak. She didn’t know who to talk to, or if she was even meant to. But she was here. And no one had told her to leave.

DMS Super Hybris

Hand in arm, Hybris stepped out of the mirror with Lete and was immediately presented with the bonfire of auras collecting nearby. Politely moving too keep a low hanging tree branch from mussing her hair, he couldn't help but sigh, "I suppose we won't be able to sit back with popcorn this time, will we?"

It had been nearly two years since they'd met on another fraught night of auras, arrows, and flames. In the clearing ahead, the sources of all those dangers were waiting, and they'd be considered allies of a sort. Turning a pathetic look at Lete, he couldn't help but complain, "It don't think I've ever truly registered how few we are."

Fingers trembling slightly in the crook of her arm, Hybris found he couldn't tell if the fear was wholly honest. It felt like it may be too much? That perhaps some part of him was just indulging in an act, heightening it out of habit. Or was he truly this afraid of what was to come? Of simply stepping into the midst, wholly outnumbered and overpowered by uneasy allies?