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Character: Lieutenant Vesuvianite
Action: still grabbing Ilmari, trying to ground them both, grinning at Albite because he and Albite are doing awesome at this whole saving their fellow officers thing

Vesuvianite scowled a little bit when the gravity thing tried to take Ilmari further, but he had a fairly good grip on the situation now, at least, especially thanks to Albite. He grinned at Albite.

"Nice job," he said.

Character: Super Monoceros, White Moon Senshi of Porcupines
Action: +1 to his roll from last time. hanging on, barely, and talking with nagyagite

Monoceros frowned bemusedly, then realized that perhaps this guy didn't know about the soulless ginger joke. Well, it wasn't that big a deal, in all honesty. Especially when—

He yelped a little when things and people started flying up and out, into space, because the giant queen kosopod had destroyed the ceiling. ********. That was not good, not good at all, and with his heart in his mouth, he reached for Nagyagite's hand, not hesitating for a moment to take him up on his offer of help.

Of helping each other.

Nagyagite seemed like the good sort. A small painting floated by him and instinctively, he grabbed for it and tucked it against his side with only a glimpse of what was actually on it. Some landscape, that much he knew. He shook, holding tightly to Nagyagite.

"Thanks. Yeah, uh, I don't think I'll ever talk to this guy again," he said weakly, giving a small smile that felt brittle even to him. "Almadel is off his rocker if he thinks I'm ever helping his sorry a** again. Bump that, man."

Dark Mirror Super Sailor Asuka
Roll: 1 + 1 = 2; getting sucked out, but managing to stay in
Currently: grabbing onto the stand fort he bust irenaea knocked over, calling for her friends

Oh, this was bad. This was so, so, so bad. Asuka really, really wanted to stick with her friends but with a wall blown out--that was gonna be pretty difficult.

The good news was, she was still near the stand for that heavy bust--and so when she started to get sucked towards the hole, she launched herself towards it, glad for her still-steady footing, and desperately grabbed on, hoping it would keep her anchored.

It hurt. Her back and shoulders wrenched. But she wasn't getting sucked into space--and that was enough.

She'd lost track of her friends, and that stung--but hopefully they were still nearby, still able to hold on, that they didn't need her help. Because Asuka wasn't sure she had any to offer. This whole situation was such a total disaster--she really, really hoped that Almadel thought it was all worth it, because she wasn't sure that any reward their weird hot space dragon friend could offer would equal out almost getting sucked into vacuum.

"Hela! Irenaea!" She sohuted their names, hoped they would hear her--hoped that when this was over, if they made it out, they would all be able to find each other again.

That was all she had, really--a desperate hope that sat in her chest.

Sonora, Squire of Ida
Roll: 2; being pulled
Currently: hanging onto Cryptomelane for dear life

Sonora held on.

It was all she could do, in the face of the wall being ripped out and there seeming to be a very one-way ticket to deep space. She clung onto Cryptomelanes' hand as if it was her only lifeline--and truth be told, it probably was. It hurt, to keep straining to hang on against being pulled--her shoulder and her arm ached, and when she brought her other hand around to wrap around his arm and hold on tighter, the fear and the ache brought tears to her eyes.

But she held on.

Held on while Cryptomelane fumbled for his inhaler but kept them both grounded. Held on no matter what.

And when he said her name, she took a shaky breath.

"I'm right here," she said. "Um. Sorry about your arm, I might have bruised it a little."

Considering her absolute deathgrip.

General Benitoite
Action: Knocked off his feet, going for Kafka to keep them both grounded.
Roll: 3

Things had been progressing rather quickly and now the queen, who was something fierce in appearence, had decided not just attack one or two people but to endanger them all. With her flailing about she put a hole right in the wall - a hole that led right out into space. The shaking sent him to the ground, taken by surprise byy the violent shaking of the place, his head whipped around trying to locate the source of the shaking. Cursing the blond saw objects and people being pulled into space, he had not seen the queens flailing about, but he did see bits of marble landing on the floor and some being pulled into space. Ducking as a piece of marble headed his way, turning to watch it crash into a display case, the blond lifted his hand the sheild himself from flying glass that headed out the gaping opening into space.

Scrambling to his feet it was decided that he needed to put some distance between himself and the opening, as things went floating out into space. Frantic and looking around, he heard glass shattering near by, and turned to see Kafka hanging onto a glass case. Oh god! Kafka was safe, what a relief. Letting out a breath the blond reached for the hand that Kafka had extended in his direction. Pulling himself towards the others, his gloved hand gripping the others hand.

Once close enough he gripped at the display case. "You aren't hurt? The glass..." Looking over the corrupt eternal, wanting to make sure they were safe, stormy eyes took in the others uniform looking for any rips or tears which might indicate an injury in the area.

"I don't know what's out there...but I don't like this." Weren't there stories of the vaccume of space and how people would just...die if sent into space without suits and such? Was that the fate of those who went out there just now? Shuddering at the thought Alexandre moved to cling to Kafka and keep the other in place, circling an arm about Kafka while using the other to hold onto the case, so he could keep them both from being pulled into space.






Deep Space Eternal Selinur
Action:
Roll: 3

"s**t!" Cursing as the queen was attacked, and decided to throw a fit, the ancient senshi was makign his way towards the queen in the hopes to settle things before it got too far out of hand. He heard the merchant speaking but the voice was cut off as the flailing queen, who was leaking acid from her underbelly, destroyed the building and the pull of space ripped into the building and started to pull people, kosopods, items and more into space itself. Another curse past his lips as he went to grab something floating by himself, some artifact or another, and he held tight to it as a chunk of marble hit the ground near him causing Selinur to jump and avoid his feet being hit by any pieces which broke off.

Jumping up seemed to be the worst idea for him as he was grabbed by some force and pulled out towards space. As he was pulled up, and towards the opening, the blond reached out at the last moment and grabbed onto some of the remaining marble wall and held tight enough to pull himself close to the wall...close enough he could wrap his legs about the wall and cling to it with all his might. He was not being pulled out, even if this place might be safe, he was not risking himself. The object, of unknown origin and purpose, was held between his body and the wall he clung to, he was hoping to save whatever this object was so he could return it and ask about it - what it was and what it did...where it was from. If he saved something Selinur was hoping he'd get a full tour...once this place was safe. Maybe, if he was lucky, the merchant might let him help repair things and he could spend some time here learning and exploring everything here....

The idea was very tempting...very pleasing.





Dark Mirror Eternal Melpomene
Action: Safe on the ground and now to help General Chalcanthite.
Roll: 4

The shaking, and ripping and tearing sounds, Melpomene watched as marble broke away and a hold formed leading out into space. For a single moment he felt fear that he'd never felt before...didn't think as possible. Not just a fear for himself but for everyone in here, afarid that the whole place would tear about and they'd all wind up in space - dead. Instead he watched in horror as his fiance was torn him and sent up and into a wall where they hit hard.

"Chalcanthite." Calling out the blond had found himself on the ground, unmoving despite what was going on, as he frantically looked for anything he could use to grab the general and reel him back in.

His searching paid off as he went rummaging about in crates, as quickly as he could, as he could some sort of fabric which seemed to be fairly strong. Sending it up towards his partner. "Grab it and I'll pull upi back down! Hurry!." Calling out as he kept his blue eyes, frantic and worried, focused on the general who was drifting far too clsoe to the opening for his liking. "Please..." He whispered, hoping to save his partner, he couldn't let him drift off. He was afarid he'd never get him back...that once he left his building that would be the end. He had seen Brassite float off, he had lost her in all the chaos going on around him, he saw a kosopod sucked out into space - good riddance he thought.





Eternal Corrupt Miyamoto.
Action: Going into space, not at all enjoying this...kicking a kosopod.
Roll: 2

Blue eyes had turned their focus away from the kosopod near him, something which looked like it wanted to nibble on his uniform, as something seemed to be going on across the way. Watching in slow growing horror as the queen was roared, someone must have attacked her, and and she started flailing and tghrowing herself into the fit she was having, enough to cause more shaking to the building. Letting the object he'd been holding onto go, in order to find something to grasp that seemed solid enough to not move, the corrupt watched in horror as a sick feeling settled in his stomach. This was going bad - very bad. The building trembled and the wall was being destroyed...the wall which seperated them from space.

Shaking his head slowly, wide eyes staring, he had a really bad feeling about all this. As the wall gave way, and the queen was pulled into space, a chunk of marble came hurtlign toward Miyamoto and sent him to the ground - and he was pulled up off the ground and towards space. Trying to grasp something - anything he was not one for giving up and for a brief moment he had a hold of something...it gave out. It let go and joined him in his journey into space.

As he left the building and found himself in space Miyamoto expected a swift, and painless, death but instead he found himself drifting and soon as trying to right himself so he could orient himself properly. Dark blue eyes took note of the bubble, some sort of sheild he assumed, though it seemed damaged it was holding - for now. For a moment his gaze lingered on it before drifting to the stars beyond...to the asteroids around them and the stars beyond that. He'd given up on going to space - ever. He'd corrupted and with it the chance of going to space was gone...or so he'd thought. This was not what he wanted, this was another reason to hate space, and yet it was still beautiful and breaktaking to see...to witness. Humans turned their gazes up to the stars all the time, even he did, and never did they see things like this. To see something like this made a person feel so very small....and to see space how just how vast it was and how beautiful and terrible.

As a kosopod drifted by he took a moment to kick at it, his fustration still there as well as the upset over the stress this was causing him. Had anyone else being pulle dout felt like they were going to die from a heart attack before anything else could kill them? His heart was only just starting to beat a bit more regular and the kosopod got to feel his upset over this undue stress. "You should all just die already." Growled out as the bug drifted past him, hopfully it was sore from his kick, but he was focusing back on the view they were presented. Looking at everything it wasn't long before he did spot something...way far out. Something dark and that was...a storm maybe? He wasn't certain because he wasn't certain if such was even possible. For now his bloody arm, with glass shards imbedded in it, was ignored though that also was because he wasn't moving it about. He was babying it so it didn't hurt or bleed more, he'd handle it once they were back on Earth safely.

Eternal Sailor Alastor
Action: Holding onto Sessrumnir and tumbling into space

Alastor wasn’t going to let Sessrumnir go anywhere. At least, not alone.

His grip was strong. He probably could have pulled Sessrumnir back and kept him from being sucked out into space.

Except, between something bumping into him and the metal he was hooked onto bending, it seemed like the universe was working against them.

‘Hold on,’ he said, almost as if at peace. He could have kept Sessrumnir barricaded against the display, but they were being pelted with all sorts of debris, and just before a box could slam into them, he let the current carry them.

He held onto Sessrumnir tightly and pressed his face into the crook of his neck. He didn’t care if anyone saw them like this. He was strong enough to protect himself, and Sessrumnir was the same. An enemy of one of them was the enemy of both, anyway.

‘Just focus on me. I know you can’t choose your memories, but try not to focus on them. Focus on me, now. I’ll never let anything happen to you. We’re together. Nothing’s going to tear us apart. It’s unconventional, but we’re safe. I’ve got my phone, I can always take us back to Alastor. It’s the press of the button, it’s not time at all. Can you feel the necklace like that? I’m calm. Not even faking it.’

He held Sessrumnir tightly to his chest. ‘Can you feel my heart? It’s steady. I’m not afraid. We’ve got this all under control. We’ll be home and safe soon. But you’re with me, here, now. If you can’t get rid of those bad memories, just let me focus on some of our better ones. And hold onto the promise of all the time we’ll have after this to make new ones.’

They made it through the hole in the wall without scraping against it, and from there it was just a matter of–

Well, floating. Peacefully, in space. With the Kosopods drifting further away it felt like the only danger was–

Nothing, really.

The asteroids kept ricocheting off of Almadel’s barrier, and the Kosopods were so small that they were slipping away.

He had a good view of everything in space. They weren’t tumbling or spinning haphazardly–they were just gently floating. It felt like laying atop the surface of a lake.

Of course, for everything beautiful in the sky, there were a few things that caught Alastor’s eye.

‘...Are you okay?’ he asked, even as he tried to memorize every detail around them. He didn’t know where they were, none of this looked familiar.

He didn’t know if anything he saw was important but he didn’t want to miss it.

Belmont, Squire of Jupiter
Action: Floating into space!

((I will fill out when I can! He is still with Connie/Targoviste!))

The Kosopods struggled fiercely, but even with their drive and determination they began to pass through the cracks in the shield encompassing the museum. The Queen was too small to escape unharmed. She slammed against against it and writhed chaotically. Somewhere in the midst of her thrashing, she damaged it enough that she too slipped beyond the barrier.

Beyond the shield, she seemed helpless. For a moment, she was still.

An asteroid touched her back end and seemed to awaken her. Once again as lively as before, she twisted–and then, great wings sprouted from her back. She seemed annoyed once more and let out one last horrible screech.

The Kosopods simultaneously froze, and then in tandem a disgusting slime secreted from under their shells and seemed to melt a thin layer off of their backs and then they–summoned by her call–they shot through space after her.

And then, it was just a field of people, floating aimlessly towards the shield.

Asteroids, mostly small, continued to pelt it.

Space surrounds them, massive and eternal. It looks like you could drift forever.

And then, you don’t.

Whereas the Kosopods slipped through the shield with no effort, it cradles every person who gets too close. It’s hard, like a wall, but no one ever seems to collide with it.

After a moment, it seems like it’s shrinking, slowly inching back towards the museum.

Almadel’s voice, loud and clear both inside and out: “I think that’s the last of them, isn’t it? Oh, look at this mess. Hold on out there, I’ve got you. You’re all safe, just give me a moment.”

Inside the museum, the gravitational field were still distorted but the air pressure changed suddenly, and thankfully no one was being sucked out of the hole in the wall anymore.

Almadel actually seemed like he had it under control. For now.

It took a good minute for things to really calm down; he walked out of a back room holding a control in one hand and a golden rope in the other. With the controller, he seemed to be bringing the shield closer, and though he gave a pained look at the state of his museum, he at least had the decency to focus on everyone who came to help him.

The distortions in the gravitational field never seemed to affect him. He found a location that gave him a good vantage point through the hole in the wall, and with his golden rope he lassoed each and every one of the drifters and pulled them back into the museum. There, they floated–but they and every other guest in the museum would find themselves slowly drifting back towards the ground.

At this point, it seemed like everyone in the side rooms had finished up as well. Some of them had destroyed the Kosopods. Some of them had captured them. As long as they weren’t loose in the museum, Almadel didn’t really care what happened to them.

It was only after everyone was back inside that the shield started to spread again. Almadel grumbled under his breath and fixed a small bag to the tip of his rope, and when he threw it again it stretched right to the hole–and exploded, right into a silvery net.

He looked like this pained him, and as he rolled up his golden rope–which was shrinking in size now just as it had expanded at will before–he sighed.

“Oh, this is horrible. I mean, wonderful, yes. But horrible. You all did such a good job–”

He looked at the little machine in his hand and pressed a few buttons, but it was only after it pinged decisively that he allowed himself to actually seem a little relieved.

“It’s not reading an infestation. So I think it will be manageable. But oh, my poor museum. I don’t suppose I can convince any of you to help me clean up, can I?” He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth but he wasn’t clinging to the idea.

He looked at the broken statues. The shattered glass. The artifacts strewn all over the floor.

The chipped wood on the banister, the torn rugs, the acid soaked marble. The giant hive in the corner of the wall.

“..I can fix this,” he said, but it was with dread and exasperation. “I suppose it was foolish to dream that it might just resolve itself without issue. It’s not the worst infestation I’ve ever had. But it’s worse than I thought it would be. You all came right in time. I don’t know what I would have done if it was worse. Do you–some of you have them in boxes…I hope you’re planning on tossing them? …Actually, I don’t care what you do. If you seal the boxes and leave them with me, I’ll take care of them. Just right over there in that corner, please. But please make sure the boxes are sealed.”

His mind was going a mile a minute and he shifted positions and pressed a few more buttons on his little controller, but whatever he was scanning or searching or tinkering with seemed to be keeping him busy.

“...Oh, my poor museum,” he muttered occasionally, “All my treasures…”

And then, he lowered the device. The gravitational field seemed to have normalized and everyone was back on the ground.

“I promised you a few things, didn’t I? Oh yes, that we could talk. And,” he sighed wearily, “Compensation. Ah,” his head almost seemed to droop, undoubtedly from the great grief he felt at seeing his collection so disturbed. He was quick to bounce back, though. He lifted his head and smiled again. Between his fingers he held a pearly white card.

“How about this? It’s my calling card. It’s special. I do not give this one out to just anyone. Only my very close friends. Of which, you all must consider yourself.”

He was not shy with his praise and nodded sagely, like this was a fact they should relish, and probably pat themselves on the back for. “I don’t know if I can repay many favors right now, but what if I make you a promise that I’ll come to you when things calm down? I always make good on my offers, so you can trust that I’ll fulfill my end of the bargain. I can offer a great many things, of course. Practically anything your heart desires. Need to take a trip somewhere? I’m your man. Looking for a rare collectable? I’ll get it. Just need company? I can do that too. Come, let me get you each one of these. And I’ll answer any of your questions. And when you’re ready to go home, you need only think it. You’re welcome to stay for longer, if you like. Especially if you want to help me straighten up.”