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It didn't sound like anyone that spoke was unwilling to die for the cause. Sad as that may be it made her feel better. They were all willing to give this their full measure of courage, their last breath. She nodded at Lyonesse who spoke very strongly. She agreed with that sentiment and that courage.

The kitty spoke again and she actually afforded a smile and extra scritches around the ears.

Scylla sparked her interest and made a fair point. It wasn't enough to have leaders within little striking groups but they also needed to make a coordinated effort as well. As much as she hated to admit it the set up the Negaverse had worked. Pawns united under a knight who united under a bishop who answered to the King or Queen. They could have small groups answering to a leader. Those leaders could answer to tacticians, a council.

But first...

"We need to split into groups - We need to know who is willing to fight and who is willing to kill and then we need to know what each of our powers can do."

She nodded to Scylla, not caring is she turned out to be a bishop or a pawn. The point was that she got to fight against the tyranny of the Negaverse.

"I propose we elect a war Council. Those elected can coordinate the war effort and help organize the smaller groups and concert their efforts. It shouldn't be very large but we'll need support leaders, like Camelot, and offensive leaders as well to make it effective."

When Paris spoke she turned her head sharply and frowned. There was a difference between knowing you would die in an effort and purposefully walking into it with very little to gain. Metallia would be heavily guarded and though she didn't know the senshi she knew no one could go against the Nega leader and their immediate guards alone and hope to win.

"If that is the choice you want to make we need to make sure you aren't throwing your life away. A lot of us have attracted the Negaverse's attention." She for murdering some of its members. "We can't afford to be cavalier here. Every life counts."

Her heart certainly ached for the Prince who stood in front of them all, his body shaking. Elzo- no, Castor- had lost so much in the fight against Chaos. Then again, so had they all. "Friends, lovers, husbands, wives, children. The loss of them is more than enough to make anyone bitter." she said aloud, her eyes meeting him dead on. He had spoken to her, after all, but this- it felt like so much more than bitterness, and she couldn't let this darkness go unopposed anymore than she could let Chaos go, not anymore. "You're right, they aren't sheep anymore! But you- did you listen to what you said? You just made the argument for why we- why you- have to stay and fight!"

Her voice rose, and she was blissfully ignorant of her aggression. "If we flee- You're asking us to save what? A handful? Just so they can die? So we can abandon millions of others? Chaos will always move. And what happens when it does? It comes to worlds populated by one. Our words, planets, wonders- they can't provide us all the sustenance we would need to live out our lives. They won't all provide shelter, won't provide mates, to breed, to continue a line of senshi. Our starseeds, when we die, will be born here. In the heart of Chaos!"

Her hand went to her stomach, shaking with fury. "When we die, alone and forgotten on our planets, cursed by the people we abandoned and betrayed, we die leaving behind a world that will be consumed. A world that will be nothing but fodder." She shook her head at him, lip curled. "You want to know what you have to fight for, Prince Castor? Family! Friends! Vengeance, if it helps to warm your bed at night. I think a better question- is what DON'T you have to fight for!"

Fai looked up to Sabina, taking her hand and squeezing. "I wish it were under better circumstances my friend." The hug was also returned, with enough space for her stomach, though really it wasn't THAT big, she was just nervous and jittery about it all.

She sat back and listened to all that was said, and when the call was to separate themselves, she was the first to get up and move to the side that wouldn't fight. Mostly because she couldn't, but also because she wouldn't. Her arms crossed under her chest and her chin lifted just a bit. Not in a bit of a snobbish attitude but because the things thrown around were always the same.

It was fight or die. or Die fighting. Or fight to Die. She wondered why none of them ever thought to ask if the Negaversers wanted to be free from the organization, without having to purifying.

She wondered why she was here at all. her no stance on fighting, her passiveness, the fact that she ran a refugee not just for white moons, but dark mirror and Negaverse deserters? She didn't fit here in the order camp with their extremes.

There was a lot going on, to say the least. Fortunately, Megrez was happy to see that people were fired up and willing to fight. She knew she could count on Faust to rally the troops, so to speak. However, prior to that, a certain Prince Castor had voiced a worrying sentiment: that everyone should just leave Earth forever, deem the blighted planet doomed and wait till the next reincarnation cycle to begin again. Megrez opened her mouth as if she was going to say something, but nothing came out. How many times had she experienced that very feeling, that feeling of wanting to take everyone off of Earth because the battle was lost? Many of those present seemed to disapprove of the idea, and it was both a blow and a boon to the egg senshi. On the one hand, it made her ashamed that she had ever thought such a thing; on the other, it reinforced her will and cleared away some of her doubts. The others would not let her wallow in pitiful fantasies of sublimation, and so she could not allow that herself either. The funk brought on by the incident with Sakuradite and Zircon and Penthesilea needed to clear now.

The Cosmos Knight by Hvergelmir (Dionysia) and the Earth Knight (Shalott) seemed to have similar lines of thinking in that Order should group up into those who wanted to fight and those who didn't. Megrez knew which camp she was in. "Let me say this: I will fight. I've been in this too long to just give up and pull out. Whatever role this new organization scheme we're developing calls for me to be in, I'll do it. I'm no leader, but I'm a good soldier. And I agree with earlier ideas that we should try to strike at their heart. If we take out even one General-King or Queen, it'll be a big step in our favor. Now is the time for action."

Maybe she didn't have much to contribute other than stating her position and willingness to fight, but perhaps that was important. Every person counted. Remembering that Dionysia had asked for people to reposition themselves depending on their stance, Megrez moved towards the side of the room with the map on it to make herself clear.

It wasn't often that Athene left the Guard perimeter these days, unless he was needed for a mission and it was an open secret that the dark-haired senshi generally had to be forced into taking downtime however for this meeting he had made an exception.

He hadn't been the first to arrive, a side effect of being on shift - one of his own rather than one volunteered - prior to the meeting's start,however nor had been one of the last.

He had come as he spent so much of his time these days, in his eternal form, but had picked a space that was somewhat alone.

He hadn't said anything for much of the discussion, but had instead listened in silence however at Camelot's words about knowing who would fight he had at last spoken, his voice quiet but despite that resolute "I will stay and I will fight" he said. "And I'll even kill if I must - although I would prefer not to." He looked at Camelot "Command's not my forte so I won't volunteer to lead unless you feel there's a need given that there are others amongst us who are better suited and my magic's better suited to support anyway, but you know my skills and I'll go where they'll be of best use."

If this was to be his end then so be it - Athene wasn't afraid of dying - not anymore.

((Liryn, Falias and Oort posts will be done when I get in from work tonight.))

Shalott had never been so proud to be White Moon in her life.

She went to stand next to her husband and discreetly reached out to squeeze his hand. With his strong stance she needed to stand united with him while she could and prove both of their words true. They all needed to stand together. Maybe if she physically did it then more people would follow suit.

"Now, Castor is entitled to make his own choice, too. He has reasons to fight and he has reasons not to, like we all do. If he doesn't want to make the example we need to step up and make it for ourselves."

She followed what Dionysa suggested and thought where she and Camelot were standing was good enough for their stance.

"I'm willing to lead and I'm willing to follow here. Whatever needs to be done I'm happy to do it. We need to know where people stand. Those that are willing to fight should gather on this side of the room with Camelot and I. Those that want to play support roles only can gather across from us."

Of course, at the moment she was doing more guiding than following but as a mom she just couldn't help but be a little pushy sometimes. She smiled at Falias and made a gesture for him to join the correct side of the room. She was proud of him, proud of them all that were willing to make a stand.

Just what the hell was Wafflefries doing here in the first place? Tactics. That's what they spoke about. Tactics, strategies, all sorts of crap that went straight over his head just as much as mentions of interplanetary space travel. That cat that woke him didn't say much. The damned thing kinda was bothered by the fact that he had chased him all around, shouting about wanting to fight. And now he had that opportunity but beyond fighting a youma he had never actually came into immediate fighting things with a REAL member of the Negaverse.

The only reason he was even here today was because he happened a bit earlier with Faust, having followed the cat here and hadn't really bothered to go back home. Hell, he didn't even know how to get home from here. And now they talked about a decisive move in war efforts and he was MORE than happy to engage in a fight but everyone here was so much more powerful than he was. They whined about losses and how extensive damage was to their personal lives and bull like that but sitting around whining about it wasn't going to get s**t done! More to him it was all 'revenge revenge revenge' kinda crap going down.

He wandered a bit closer to the 'adults' who seemed to be arguing about all of the fighting and stuff. Speaking up a bit to voice his own opinion.

"Fighin' is good and all, but what about those kids still stuck in the city? There ARE people there who would be caught in the crossfire if there's an attack going on. I mean, yeah, fighting is fantastic, rip those ******** negas to shreds, I say! But there are still kids there. People who are just suckin' it up just to make sure they aren't going to get killed in the middle of the night. Are we just, you know, forgettin' about those guys?" Wafflefries took a moment to think it over and to try and remember just exactly they had said before. It was all so quick being said that he had trouble keeping up. History and tactics were never his strong suit. Waffle was 100% a run up and punch in the face kid.

"Aw, hell, what do I know, ya'll might have already mentioned it. I'll fight tooth and nail, man. I'll fight as much as I need to to make sure we win or atleast make some sort of difference."

His eyes wandered over to the man who seemed to be freaking the hell out and he just seemed like the biggest baby of them all. Like holy hell did it seem like he was losing his mother flippin' mind! Waffle just took a step back, shaking his head. It was the first time he actually saw just how scary the war could be on this side.

It seemed more and more he had no right to try to calm things down. His family gave into the Negaverse and that allowed for him to be raised peace. He knew nothing of loss or the pain that showered all over this camp.

"Crap, man, if you were so tired of it all, why did you keep tryin'? It just seems so stupid and pointless. But whatever, I guess you can do what you need to do. What do I know, I've probably only been part of this for a month. Ya'll all have suffered so much more than what I can complain about, so if you want to fight, i'm down for it, just say the word."

If he were to be completely honest, he wasn't at all thrilled that a meeting had been called. It meant something was about to happen, and usually something serious. He could almost feel how much loss they would suffer again after whatever plans made came to fruition, and the steps he took toward the meeting place were heavy. Too heavy, in fact, that he even hesitated entering the headquarters for a moment.. but in the end he stepped inside and took his place among the White Moon that had gathered.

Ashur kept to the outskirts of the group; standing in the back with his arms crossed and leaning against a beam, that was how he usually was when he attended such meetings. One by one his comrades spoke up about it finally being the time for action, to "end" the reign of Chaos. When it became clear that there seemed to be two sides -- those who would fight and those who would run -- he receded into his own thoughts. Pondered what he had at stake, what he could lose and who he would leave behind should the worst happen. In the end all he succeeded in doing was guilt-tripping himself about actually wanting to fight.

All the effort, all the loss thus far. It felt like everything thus far had all been done in vain if they ran now...

So he made his decision in silence, at least for the time being. His own thoughts were being said by others anyway, and when time came and the troops gathered he'd be among those willing to take their last stand on the side of Order. He could make considerations as they came, but for now he opened his eyes and listened to the discussion play out, already planning the conversation he'd inevitably be having with the key people in his life...