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As Odainsaker and two more senshi arrived on the scene, Duhr's bright blue eyes widened at the incredible sight.

"Dorado, Dorado!" Her grip was still tight, holding on to the smaller senshi in hopes of keeping her from hurting herself as she insulted the stranger. The blonde gave the bluenette another shake, then physically moved her head to view the Cosmos Page with her. "Dorado, she ain't got nothin' coverin' her butt."

The Page was pretty, in truth, with her hair the color of rainbows and quite fascinating for the simpleminded senshi to stare at.

Which she did. A lot.

But what fascinated her more was the fact she was barely wearing anything at all, right smack-dab in the middle of January. The concern she had for these mysterious Rifts, Metallica (wasn't that a band?) and monsters was put on pause as she boldly moved forward and whispered to the young woman, "Ma'am, would...would ya like to borrow mah tights or somethin'?"

She'd let the smarter senshi work out this stranger's intentions. After all, they seemed to have him pretty darned cornered already!

Hyperborea, Squire of Cosmos

Hyperborea had been in the middle of fighting a youma when she felt the strange aura appear, so it had taken her some time to get there and by the time she arrived there was already a large crowd. More alarming to her was the presence of multiple royals here, she wondered what she had missed that drew such a crowd.

She tried to make her way through the throng of people to see where the strange aura was coming from. She saw a familiar face in the sea of unknown senshi and knights, Camelot. She tried to make her way to him.

She waited for him to finish speaking before gently tugging on his cape to alert him to her presence. "Camelot?" She had alot of questions she wanted to ask, but now didn't seem like the time so she decided to wait. She watched quietly.

"No, I don't know but I've heard the names tossed around. The two are the heads in the Negaverse as far as I can gather." She spoke while looking at those gathering, so many were here and more were likely to come. This was going to be a big gathering and if the Negaverse didn't show up, if this wasn't an ambush, she'd be surprised. The signatures here were immense, so many royals, and the strange signature plus eternals and knights and others. This would be too big and too tempting.

As the stranger spoke of Beryl, the past, and more she found pieces to a puzzle...to the] puzzle which was at the root of this all. The truth was there, perhaps in grains of salt or perhaps in larger pieces but it was there and they were hearing it. "it seems this stranger is from another planet and is ancient...from before the fall of everything..he saw it from the sound of it. How interesting...but to offer us the opportunity he is offering us. I'm not so trusting of it, everything has a price and this is a war for the balance." Balance, if the code was correct, was what they needed and how did they know if they would tip it too far by taking out Metalia, or someone else. When was too far in one direction or the other? Oh, she knew the darkness was too far right now but how to keep themselves from replacing them as the over balanced side? Did this figure care about that? Would he think or care about such a thing?

"I don't like this but it is interesting." She said looking to the page at her side.

Sailor Hati, Senshi of the Cu-Sith

He'd really tried to say ******** it and not go. Really tried. It freaking ate at him that he was going to this s**t... Anything dealing with magic, he'd tried to blank out. He'd planned on spending his 20th birthday in the apartment, feet up on the table, drinking the night away with Anna watching probably random horror flicks.

Hati, newly 20 and still his typical broad-shouldered, 6'4" self, was less than overly pleasant when he finally got to the hill top. His brain was being bracketed by power signatures, and a particularly weird one that was surprisingly not smothered by the incredibly powerful ones in the crowd.

He'd... stayed in the far, far back. Just listening to the information being tossed around. A war due to a bunch of long dead people that most of them had never heard of--or really, none of them probably heard of until they got kicked into this stuff--and just... good lord. Hunched over a bit and a bristling mess, he finally spotted Skoll by a wolf-hooded person (Syrma).

Deciding he'd spent enough time in the Outer Rim, he finally made his way towards his twin, though noted her defensive posture with a glance towards the front where all the action seemed to be. "...caught some of the history lesson, but the hell's going on?" Glancing down at the--kid?--he gave a slight nod of his head to the equally fur-uniformed senshi. "Hati. Hi." He was so eloquent.

Super Aegir

Story time commenced on either side, interspersed with words carrying varying degrees of vinegar; Aegir felt a little bit like this was a playground full of kids needing an adult to step in and tell them to separate or they'd be put in a time-out. But he did listen, learning some things he hadn't known before from Eye-patch and Castor.

Caedus needs energy...understandable, if he's been gone for so long as it sounds, but it's still suspect. How did he get free of the Rift? How did he survive? Where are the Dark MIrror Court senshi? The Negaverse? How are they not here...surely the collective aura we're giving off is like a a spotlight in the dark. It's so strange...

Thraen's whispered plan received a nod of understanding; he could do that and more if necessary. Capable and intelligent, the Eternal of Gardens was the sort of leader that Aegir could only hope to some day be.

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Sailor Aue

Things were heating up - the cloaked mystery figure had started conversing with some of the senshi nearby, including two of the (<********> there were more!?) winged loudmouths. The one with tits seemed to be behaving like one of those spoiled rich kids on 'reality' TV while the guy had the air of someone swinging their d**k around.

"Ridiculous." Aue muttered, glancing around to see if anyone else found this as improbable and obnoxious as he did; the Hobbit got points simply for looking as though the proceedings were not only full of s**t but had the same sort of draw as an in-progress train wreck.

Wait....that's a princess? And the winged d**k-swinger is a prince? ******** me, can just any brat have a crown? It's like I stepped into some really bad fanfiction.... Amid the insanity, a few voices spoke up reasonably - if any of this bullshit could be considered reasonable - and he got snippets of some fabulous magical history lesson, but for the most part the brunet simply found his first impression of being a 'senshi' reinforced:

This was some weak-a** bullshit.

"Tell me you find this as ridiculous and asinine as I do." Rude words, but at least he pitched them low enough that the magical mystery fanclub wouldn't hear him. No point in interrupting such important goings on, right?

Perdita was less than impressed with the general goings-on of the gathering. It was all a big ********, pardon her language, and poor Caedus, as he'd introduced himself, was being bombarded with question after question after question. Which wasn't cool at all, considering he seemed pretty weak and tired. He'd been pretty forthcoming with them so far, which was enough to satisfy the Chibi Senshi of Plenty for the time being.

She found his story completely fascinating. If there was any sort of seat around for her to plop herself down in, she would have been on the edge of it. A lot of what he said were things she'd never heard before, and every word out of his mouth lead to more information from those gathered around. She was having a little difficulty putting some of the pieces together since all the information wasn't being presented in chronological order, but she drank it all in regardless.

So there was some lady named Beryl who became Queen of Earth and went to war with the Moon. Clearly she was without principles if she betrayed someone she'd previously made an alliance with. She was later reborn and... placed into a host body? How did that happen, Perdita wondered. Who were these people being spoken of?

Apparently she'd missed out on a lot of the story before she was awakened. That was a shame. She would have liked to be around for it. The idea of going to the Negaverse's space fascinated her just as much, though it seemed as if it would be quite dangerous. She'd like to see it, even if it wasn't for very long.

But there were more important matters to attend to now. Perdita noticed the way Caedus always seemed to step away from anyone who approached him. She wondered if it was purposeful, or if it was something so ingrained in him he could no longer control it. In any case, she didn't think the cacophony of voices was going to help him, even those who were plying him with niceties and welcoming support. Caedus was doing his best to answer everyone, it seemed, but it must be exhausting for him, being around so many strangers who were demanding so much of him.

Perdita didn't approach him again, but she said gently, “You don't have to be afraid.”

She wished she had the opportunity to speak with him without all the others interjecting. There was so much she wanted to know.

Castor Page Aptera

This time Aptera did let a small smile spread on her lips. From all she was hearing clearly this was far from an occasion brimming with happiness, but it warmed her to witness selflessness intertwined with reasonable caution in her eyes. If the cloaked figure Caedus was as powerful as he seemed, it struck her to consider her chances of a successful attempt at survival would be slim if he had attacked. However, his level of power had nothing to do with the fact that she had felt no hostility from him thus far. And so, she let down a little of her guard to act on the thought that there may be a little help she could also offer the individual before them who looked to indeed have gone through the suffering he had shared.

She approached Caedus as well and stopped before him at a distance aligned no farther than others had gone so as to try and avoid invading too much of his personal space. From the shoulder bag hanging at her side, Aptera had taken out a paper bag with a simple tupperware container of chicken salad, a thinly wrapped yet still sealed set of new utensils she had saved from a past restaurant visit, and an unopened bottle of water. And then she held out her hands with said paper bag toward Caedus.

"Um, Caedus," did she say um, had that uncommon sound really been from her own voice just now? She cleared her throat softly to regain her usual state of speech, "This unfortunately isn't much, just water and a salad I prepared this morning that has been in the fridge of my workplace until I clocked out, but please feel free to accept it from me with no strings attached of course if you'd like." And she had just rambled a bit, but Aptera decidedly set her mind on not dwelling on that either and on keeping as much bravery and collectedness as a part of her bearing as she could manage.





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