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When Sinon watched the crystal fall right on top of the giant cake—which promptly turned into a screaming, flailing monster—she had no idea how to react. On one hand, the cake was a lie (harhar). On the other hand, another youma to deal with. Greatttt. By now the senshi of lies had lost track of Azzo and she craned her neck above the wriggling crowd before quickly ducking down to avoid the rock-hard frost roses and white-hot sparks that the cake emitted.

Then she realized that the cake could be eaten. Sweet Jesus, if there was one thing Sinon loved to eat it was sweets.

Noticing Azzo’s fur jacket, she hastily weaved through the crowd to meet up with him again. Throwing him a quick grin, she dove into the cake to have a slice.

"Aptly put!" The cavalier responded gamely, head tipped so he could listen to Saiph and keep a partial eye on their surroundings. She was responding surprisingly well to his sudden arrival, something he was most pleased about. In a brawl like this he was lucky she hadn't slugged him in the head before realizing that he was on her side. (Well, at least he would have had another black eye to match his current one). He listened attentively as she explained the situation, nodding along whenever it seemed appropriate. One crystal, one ballroom, thousands of powered people all fighting for it. It was like putting one kibbles 'n bits cube in a room full of starving dogs. Somehow, he didn't think this was going to end well.

Laocoon blinked at the mention of Kunzite – he hadn't heard her name in a long time – and nearly laughed when she suggested he was the boss of "Kunzite's bunch." He supposed he was the master of his own destiny now, in a weird kind of way. "I guess I'm something like—WOAH!" The cavalier ducked abruptly at her warning, feeling the energy sizzle mere centimetres off the back of his neck. Phew. That was a close one. Murmuring a thank you he stood up and opened his mouth to speak when—

"ENOUGH."

The power of the voice made him jerk up, frown quickly turning to a look of horror when whoever this redheaded woman just made their problems ten times worse. The youma were growing bigger (and meaner if you could measure meanness by how much something looked like it wanted to end you) and Laocoon was really wishing he had Hermes. The Snare would have been much more useful if it actual worked. Turning attention back to Saiph he dared ask, "Uh… first question. Who or what is tha—" But the cavalier was interrupted as a second time when the cake came to life.

Holy s**t. It was like a best dream and a worst nightmare rolled into one.

He could only gawk at it even as the senshi charged into battle, sending everything they had at the redheaded woman and or the cake. Laocoon was pondering the merits of trying to slice the damn thing when a booming (and very familiar) voice called his name. Oh boy. Ares as here as well and boy did she sound like she wanted that crystal. "Tell you what," he said over his shoulder to Saiph, "I will totally take you up on your offer for questions in like… an hour, okay? But right now, duty calls!" Duty and a very angry senshi in excellent high heels.

Ares was on a war path and it took Laocoon a good ten minutes to actually make it across the ballroom to reach her, doing his best to dodge whatever was falling from above. It seemed like everything short of the sky was coming down on them and the cavalier instantly wished he hadn't left his umbrella at home. It would have been so useful. And then Ares gave perhaps the best order Laocoon had ever heard in his entire life. Picking up his pace the cavalier all but dived at the cake, grabbing at handfuls of the stuff to eat it. Who knew that you could actually defeat youma by eating it? Best youma ever.

Leto scrambled across the icey floor towards the table where the ... alive cake? was roaring and being eaten. The second she slid into place next to the table, she bellowed out “Leto Camoflage Illusion!” and she disappeared. To the naked eye, she was completely invisible. To regular ol’ senshi like herself and lieutenants in the Negaverse, along with lower-powered youma, she was barely visible. To anyone above, she was camouflaged but able to be seen. She pulled herself onto the table top and shoved a handful of cake in her mouth with her left hand, her right hand reaching upwards towards that damn crystal that was for some reason oh-so important.

She had no idea who the red-headed powerful woman was, but she sure as hell knew she was ******** scary and couldn’t get that crystal!

"Ah!" Sailor Merope reached up to catch the crystal that Sailor Ares accidentally threw to him. Yes! He got it he -- nope! A slap on his back from his partner made him squeeze the precious power object too tightly, sending it off flying towards Sailor Perseus. He made another grab for it, but it was too late -- it was already too far away to grab. "Orion! I almost ha- what! Really? YES!"

He followed his teammate over to a table, following him up and onto it. The boy joined in his teammate's frantic waving, only to suddenly stop as soon as the Queen of the Negaverse announced her presence. The boy took a small step back, trying to hide behind his taller teammate. He did, however, make sure to be able to peek around him.

That woman... His eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Didn't he see that Negaverser before? She was with another, and had a whistle -- but this one didn't look as if a bright yellow rape whistle would suit her. No, he must have been mistaken. This wasn't that same negaverser he met almost a year ago. This one... this one radiated power.

But she wasn't his immediate concern. Orion had happened to pick the table next to the cake. The cake that happened to now be alive. He stepped back as Orion nearly crashed into him. "What?! Aw man don't le-" Too late, Orion was gone. Merope stared at the piece of cake his teammate shoved at him before tossing it over his shoulder.

Well, since the cake was right the- OHSENSHIPENS OW OW OW! Merope cried out in surprise as the cake shot out rock-hardened frosting roses, taking the blunt of the attack. He was going to have rose-shaped bruises tomorrow! OW! He was beginning to wish his uniform was a bit like everyone else's, nevermind the fact that if he stopped to button it up there'd be a bit more protection.

"Atlas! Alcy-" he began, only to yelp in surprise as the cake spat out another attack. Sparks?! Really?! It wasn't just the cake shooting sparks either -- he could see something going on between the Negaverser and... ... ... Who? He didn't know who Chibimoon was, but that didn't stop a sympathetic wince from coming from him. That battle was out of his league. Too far out of his league.

But the cake was right here, a couple of steps away from him. And it hurt. "You know what?!" He yelled at it, "WAVE FIST!"

It didn't matter that the cake was immune to attacks. Sailor Merope threw his fist at it... only to change the motion into a palm-wide swipe at it to rip off a chunk of it before cramming it into his mouth. The cake wasn't affected aside from the piece he grabbed, but you know what? It was soaked with salt water and tasted like victory.

Wolframite was here. He had been here, but unfortunately for him, he had been waiting on Tate that he had been rather occupied. It was in the mist of trying to avoid anyone's eye that he was caught unaware of the scene and before he knew it, everyone was looking up and blocking his view. CURSE BEING SHORT! But he could see the gaze of his Queen, here her command, and took notice of the two powers, the two sides – Earth, the good. Moon, the evil. – present here and now.

It wasn't hard to find a distraction. People were rushing to save their lives. Youma attacked, swiping and snapping at anyone and everything. Fire rose up and sparked, and all Wolframite could do was hope that Tate had never made it to the ball. A gust of cold wind rushed in, and he felt a bitter chill – but not as much as he felt when the crowd parted at last revealing Castor – and that all to familiar ice fist.

The cold gripped him deep, and his teeth gritted. He simply tore off his black mask, the cape, and the clothes he wore over his uniform, as his formal invite to Tate had been one from Wolframite. Bless it that he had decided to go against the rules and take a civilian out, but even that was lost.

And he had his target. He looked everywhere for Castor, but who knew he would see him so soon, and against his own Queen.

Damn if he wasn't practiced. Damn if he wasn't recovered. Damn if he could only see half of what he use to. His target was in his limited sight and he was not hungry for cake, for a crystal, but for blood.

The chain gripped cold in his hands, and as he rushed, he threw it as the Eternal Senshi, being only a little mindful of his Queen. Barely.

Azzo paused and was looking at Laocoon and soon noticed Ares too. He's heard Laocoons name called twice he paused. "Laocoon?" He paused looking from Sinon around to see where the dark clad cavalier was. "Laocoon!"

He waved at the cavalier and looked around for Ares. Missing the fact that the cat was talking. However he did see her, "Dude you have a cat on your head." He said. He was still a civilian, though by this point one had to wonder if a talking cat would make him thing he was crazy anymore.