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Petalite caught the fork effortlessly having finished her rather small handful of cake. Hopping onto the table next to her cousin she grinned at her. "Extremely lucky, now let's get that crystal." She began to take forkfuls out of the cake, eating them methodically and occasionally kicking at anyone who got too close. She was definitely going to have a stomach ache in the morning.

Before diving into the chaotic mass of senshi vs. negaverse agents vs. crystal and the occasional civilian, Alcyone reached out and took hold of Atlas by the hand. The last thing she wanted was to be separated by one of her teammates, especially since their objective right now was to look for their other half. It was a wonder that they were able to maneuver around all fighting, the desperate lunges and the random bursts of fire; how in the world did this all come about?

She finally picked up on an energy signal that shone as brightly and as intrusively as the person that it belonged to. Indeed, if she squinted her eyes and stood on the tips of her toes, she could just barely make out a hand reaching out in a frantic wave and a bushel of red hair poking out from the crowd. "There's Orion, and though I can't see Merope, I'm sure he's near hi-"

And suddenly everything stopped. She drew in her breath, a low hissing sound that crackled with an energy of deep fear, as Beryl made her presence known. Alcyone had had the privilege to have never met or seen the queen in person before, and tonight, her lucky streak had ended. She listened quietly to what the dark mistress had to say, her skin prickling in chills, unconsciously drawing Atlas ever closer. Wether it was to protect him or herself, it was unclear.

While it wasn't quite as clear as crystal, she now had a better understanding of what was going on; or at the very least, what had everyone up in frenzy over. The precious stone was more precious than any gem could be, and it was their responsibility to save it from falling into the wrong hands, which, at this point, looked like it was entirely possible to occur.

First thing's first. They had to reunite their team and then work together to retrieve the stone, this much was obvious. Alcyone tugged at Atlas' hand to follow, though unfortunate for her, she would only take a few steps forward before being pummeled by bundles of frilly fabric, lace, a handful of gold coins that rained from the ceiling. The senshi of storms found herself toppling backward and smacking the back of her head hard against the floor, and for a moment, she could swear she saw a halo of birds wrapped up in her own gravitational pull.

She took hold of the hand that reached for her, and tried to steady herself as best she could. "I...I....I don't know............is that really a cake monster? Because if it isn't, I should probably sit down."

Hail began to pelt against her shoulders, and she knew, deep down, that the better part of the night would not be coming any time soon.

The lovely tan soldier seemed like she was all in one piece, so Rosalind had to be impolite and leave. "I am not too sure," she began with a tone of hesitance, "we'll just have to wait and see." She curtsied, turned her back, and dashed off just in time to see the crystal crowd-surf and land on the immaculate cake.

Turns out the cake was not so immaculate-- far from it-- it was a youma!

It bellowed, it groaned, and it was awful. How many confection youma would Rosalind have to deal with in her lifetime? The chocolate-fountain youma, this cake youma, and a fondue youma (although that one did not really count as a confection, she supposed). When she saw her little kitten friend, Derpraline, devour the monster, Rosalind thought nothing of it. She was just being Derp, as usual-- eating anything sweet in sight.

The strangest thing, though, was the fact that attacks did not seem to have any sort of damaging effect on the creature, but little Derp was making it disappear? By eating it? Well, Rosalind had no qualms with eating a gorgeous cake. She just hoped it wouldn't devour her spleens, or something to that effect.

Traipsing over to the cake-table, Rosalind daintily picked up a fork and dug it into the cake-youma. She coyly ate the small piece; turns out, the cake was downright delicious. The brunette sent the fork into the youma again, and again, and again. Rosalind didn't care that people could see her eating, no matter how unbecoming it may have been, because the cake was just that tasty.

Crystal? What Crystal?

Sailor Eskimo looked back at the cake monster and shook her head. "There's enough people there, too many cooks in the kitchen. What I can do is get you out of here." She glanced around, while snowballs weren't much they might aid in getting out of here. Letting go of his arm she took a step back focusing herself before calling out her attack. "It's time to have a Snowball Fight!" It was cheesy yes, but it got the job done. Five snowballs appeared at her side and she grabbed two of them handing them to Sheldon. "Take these and throw them at anything that gets close." She picked up the other three, balancing two in one hand.

"Now let's start for the hole in the wall." She'd stay behind him, watching their rear.

Pelted by roses. Rock hard frosting roses. <********. This. s**t.

Snarling QUITE loudly in a rage that had never been heard from Scheelite (unless of course you were Lyra, oh how he hated her), he leaped high into the air and swung his guitar out at the cake. Let it try and attack them again if it was in -pieces-. Especially pieces being consumed by god knew how many powered individuals in the room.

After this, he was going back to cupcakes. At least they were little and didn't try to attack.

Azzo had somehow slid back against the wall near that damned cake. His eyes were on it as it started moving a cake that moved. It he hadn't known any better he'd called it impossible.

That however was the understatement of a life time. He knew better from youma to magical girls and the negaverse, Azzo had learned that nothing was impossible here. Instead he noticed they were eating cake.

So he too decided he would have his cake and eat it too. "Man let me have some of that." The black frosting roses being thrown made a brow loft as he grabbed some of the cake before wondering if those rock hard monstrosities would make a good weapon if he could catch one. He could feed it to the Youma, maybe they'd get sick from cannibalism, at least Azzo didn't know how ironic that thought was.

The smooth facet of the glimmering crystal licked across her palms, warming them and casting a glow across her burning eyes. Every nerve in the senshi of smoke's body was electric with the sheer power of it. One hand tightened just as a blow from behind hit her. The crystal tipped out of her hands, skittering over to another senshi dressed in blue.

Sailor Ares dug her heels into the ice on the floor, sending up a flurry of frost like she was skating. She turned to give chase after Merope, but a familiar glimmer caught her eye.

Laocoon.

"LAOCOON," she boomed, neck tight with the impact. "FORMATION. NOW. THAT CRYSTAL IS OURS."

Some senshi might have been surprised to see the crazy lady being so goddamn loud, but most were probably just itching to put their own hands on the thing. Before she could reach the senshi in blue, Ares watched the crystal bobble again, her eyes bouncing after it like she was trapped in some feverish ping-pong match. Boots skittered over ice, stepped on feet and faces when necessary, all of it bringing her closer and closer...

Unfortunately, her own orders were overshadowed by the dark chasm of churning energy that swept into the room. Beryl. Nehelenia had spoken of her, though Ares had not yet met the woman. A sneer crossed her lips. Any ruler that was not from her world was a lesser thing, a snake dragging its belly through the shitfields. There was no awe in her, even if the shift of her shoulders betrayed a wrinkle of fear.

Then s**t got crazy.

Sailor Ares rolled to dodge the attacking youma, slamming a chair down on one's back and then flanking left to avoid it as it charged past her toward the crystal. The crystal.

And then the cake ate the ******** crystal.

Her fingers wove a familiar pattern, back arching as she shouted, "Ares Smothering Blast!" Pointed fingers threw a column of smoke right at the cake. It might impair the others, but Sailor Ares could see perfectly in her own smoke, breathe it too.

Without another thought, she launched herself headlong at the monster and began ripping at fistfuls of it, stuffing handful after handful into her mouth until she thought she might vomit, all the while looking for the crystal. Again, she shouted, "LAOCOON. EAT THE CAKE."

Some battlecry.