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Sailor Lacrimosa

The stress of the battles had left her tired and worn, so when she'd ended up transported to some place she assumed was safe, she took the chance to collapse and try and sort herself out. It wasn't easy when her brain screamed that this wasn't Earth, see there it was out amongst space!, and that she shouldn't assume she was safe.

She had yet to notice Cosmos, might have had a scream not had her whipping her head around in search of it's source.

Lacrimosa got to her feet again, not caring how much like lead they felt. Someone she knew was hurting, was screaming and she couldn't just leave them.

Finding Elpis, along with a cat and Ferris, the pink clad senshi frowned. So much pain from the Super Senshi... She was almost jealous because she still couldn't process everything. But she could process that her friend was hurting, crying...

Putting herself closer still, Lacrimosa sat down then pulled the sobbing super senshi to her in a hug. It was really the only thing she could think to do to offer any sort of help.

Sailor Encke

It took a few seconds for Encke to realize someone else was speaking to him. "Hm?"

He shook his head suddenly, looking forward back towards where a lot of the people were crowding themselves and bringing his legs just a bit closer to his chest. "Ah, I'm fine. Arm just stings a bit." As to be expected after getting electrocuted. Compared to what he was looking at, Encke was comparatively fine.

Even if he wasn't quite sure how he would explain the arm weakness. Or for that matter, why he wasn't home yet...

"If you're looking to help someone who's actually hurt, there's plenty around," offered Encke, with a vague laugh that didn't really sound sincere. He tried not to think too hard about the fact that a lot of the people who were actually hurt were lucky to just be hurt. So much death--

He'd deal with that later.

His eyes shifted back up to look at the Earth on the horizon.

Sailor Duhr, Senshi of Tornadoes
Action: Still kneeling on the ground, holding on to a passed-out Sailor Spacewatch/Jane


The teleport was a relief, but only briefly. She was able to relax her shoulders, knowing that a dozen or so youma weren't about to pounce and prey on those that had fallen - they were elsewhere. The Moon, maybe?

She'd never seen Cosmos before, but she was pretty certain that Cosmos wasn't supposed to look like that. The lady that stood before them appeared weakened, almost sickly. The others were gathering around her in earnest, probably to help, but Duhr had others on her mind to concern herself with, for the time being.

One hand moved to brush the hair from the teenager's eyes. Spacewatch, or Jane at this point, was still unconscious to the world. Her heartbeat was there, but the blood still seeped from her, staining the lace and silk of Duhr's fuku. Probably not a good sign.

"Hey, y'all?" Her voice was strained, head turning to glance around at anyone willing to listen, "Anyone know any fancy medical stuff? Please?"

Super Sailor Thrymr, Senshi of the Southern Lights


He took no notice of someone reprimanding them, but Thrymr’s mind was not focused on the feel of Aegir’s arms around him, either. It was a strength and a warmth that would have normally been reassuring, but his hazy thoughts could not settle, instead shifting from his teammates, to the general with amber colored eyes, to the sickening crack of his foot hitting the skull of a man before he dropped.

“I - I don’t know,” he said, and he did not hear anything of what the lavender haired senshi was saying either after she had finally noticed that she was not the only one around the lady in white. Thrymr felt Aegir set him back down, and then there was a warm, soothing press of lips against his bloodstained cheek.

It was this simple gesture, perhaps, that made Thrymr’s eyes flicker, too bright and glassy under his pale lashes, and he looked up at Aegir before the other senshi stepped away. Thrymr watched him go, words slipping and sliding out of his mind so that he wasn’t processing any of them.

He turned back to the lady on the ground, biting his lip, and the emotions were threatening to overwhelm him, every breath agonizing as he knelt once more, his aching body protesting the movement.

“You shouldn’t reprimand him,” said Thrymr quietly to Hugbell and in spite of the pressing suffocation in his chest, the words came out flat, almost emotionless, as though Thrymr had surpassed the ability to think coherently. “He thought I was dead.” And so did I. “There’s nothing wrong with being relieved that...that we’re…”

He couldn’t finish the sentence. Labyrinthite’s face swam in front of his vision, and Thrymr felt the cold press of fingers into his chest, the overwhelmingly wrong sensation of his starseed being held within his grasp. He saw the slack face of the dead captain on the ground, and felt nausea choking his throat, Thrymr lifting a hand, pressing it over his mouth to forcefully bite back the sob that threatened to burst free.

Stay calm. Stay focused.

Stay strong.

Breathe.

His lashes were damp still. Thrymr’s hand shook as he stretched it out towards the white lady, a silent offer to help her should she need it.

Irkalla, Page of Cosmos

The strangeness of being whisked away from the hilltop was a new experience for Irkalla. In the back of her mind she would have to catalogue the sensation but for now her only concern was where she had ended up. Feeling solid ground once more under her feet the young woman took in the scene with a silent gasp and began to recognize various faces as ones who had gone into the portal. Her gaze took in the objects in the foreground and for a moment the page could not believe that she was not on Earth any more. That disbelief soon vanished as she began to walk around. It was definitely something to take in.

However relieved she was though at the sight of the rest of the fighting group soon turned to horror at the state some were in. One individual was even kneeling on the ground struggling to shoulder the burden of a young teenager (Jane) in her arms. The girl was unconscious and had seemed to have lost the ability to remain transformed. Touching the kneeling girl (Duhr), Irkalla gestured to herself. "I know basic first aid, but even though it might not be a lot, it's better than nothing? What happened to her, do you know?"

Sabine, Senshi of Tactics

The sudden landing and jolt back to reality was, strangely, not what shook Sabine from her huddled whimpering mess around the pail that she held in her lap. No, it was the sudden coolness of the air, the sudden disappearance of all the chaos signatures from her mind that caused the young woman to raise her head, cheeks stained with tears as she took stock of her surroundings.

She still felt dull, numb... A part of her could not believe the castle she saw in the distance was real. That the earth hung overhead or anything like that. For a moment, she was certain that she had died, and that this was the sweet embrace of death she had heard so much about.

But recognition kicked in, and she knew the place where she sat on her knees. She recognized the castle, the coolness of the air.

They were on the moon!

With shaky, unsteady legs, Sabine slowly rose from her knees, pail in hand. She looked for a friendly face, anyone she might know. It was the tall blond man with the bull's head shoulder piece that caught her attention however, and she slowly, carefully moved over to him.

She saw that he was busy... worrying over... someone... that she did not know, but still, he was a friendly face and so she reached up and tugged lightly on his uniform. "K-kai..." she couldn't manage to get the rest of his name out as she held up the pail of starseeds. "How did we get here?"

Sailor Cybele

Cybele opened her eyes and found herself lying in the dirt of a familiar looking ruined courtyard. So they were on the Moon...so they were safe... but how?
Dragging herself into a sitting position was, she found, possible, if difficult. Now that she was away from all that smoke and had a moment to collect herself, her head was a bit clearer. The rest of her wounds, on the other hand...

There were burns on her arms from the fire and the acid rain that she hadn't even paid much mind to in the heat of things, and now there was nothing to distract her from the still bleeding, very painful gash across her chest that was making her entire upper body throb. She put a hand over it, wincing, as she scanned the crowd.

To her, the woman in white was just another unfamiliar face. Elpis, Ferris, and Lacrimosa- those were the people she needed to see. Those were the ones she'd been dragged away from. When she caught sight of them, sitting together, not far from her, looking much worse for the wear, but alive, Cybele finally allowed herself to breathe. She slowly headed over to them, not really sure if she could say or do anything to make things better... but to be honest, she wasn't trying to be selfless and helpful. She just didn't want to be alone.

"...I'm sorry," she said when she finally made it, in case any of them would even hear her. They hadn't wanted needless death, and there had been so much of it... and then she'd left them after asking them not to leave her. That was the moment when the wall of will that was holding back her emotions broke and the reality of everything that had happened washed over her. She stumbled to the ground and began to cry.

Eternal Ganymede, dropping her transformation and reverting to Paris Gallo

It was a while before her stomach settled. Even when there was nothing left for her to hack up, she continued to dry heave into the rubble in the corner of the courtyard. Aware of the large number of people around her, she tried to be quiet about it. She had enough practice in that to manage it well enough, though she couldn't disguise it completely.

Others were crying. Screaming. She heard a few calm voices among the crowd, but they were few and far between. When the heaving eased and Ganymede could turn her head, she looked around to observe the scene and was struck by how few of them were there.

The group that went into the portal that night was much larger.

Was this all that remained?

Through the crowd of tired figures, some standing, some sitting, some lying down, Ganymede could see a Senshi with a staff, hunched over on the ground as if she did not have the energy to keep herself upright any longer. Ganymede did not recognize her, but some of her companions already surrounded the girl.

Let them. Ganymede had enough to worry about where she was without stumbling her way over to offer... what? Help? She wouldn't be able to manage that. It was difficult enough to remain conscious.

She felt Valhalla's hand along her back, his fingers drifting up and down her spine through her stiff corset. She heard her mother's voice, and Gevaudan's. A name was uttered into the cool air.

Cosmos.

That must be the Senshi with the staff.

At any other time, Ganymede might have been angry. It was very likely she would have taken out her frustrations on a Senshi she knew only by name. Where had Cosmos been while they were in the depths of Hell? Why had she not helped them in their efforts to make it to Metallia? Who was she, that others seemed to find her so important to their cause?

Cosmos had not put her life on the line that night. Cosmos had not witnessed the death and destruction, the extraordinary sacrifice of so many.

But Ganymede did not have the energy for anger.

When the nausea ebbed, Ganymede took a deep breath. She released it slowly, and with it went her power. It slipped away from her easily. She didn't know that she would have been able to maintain it much longer, so it was best that she let it drift away now instead of exerting herself further.

Eternal Sailor Ganymede disappeared. The white corset and long red train vanished.

In the Senshi's place was a girl—young woman—with blonde curls gone frizzy from lack of care that day. Without the benefit of magical make-up, her face was not quite as flawless. A faint tinge of purple resided beneath her eyes. Her complexion was somewhat blotchy, her cheeks and nose stained a light red. She was notably thin, slighter than her opulent Princess dress made her appear.

Her fuku no longer concealed her. She wore a pair of black yoga pants, with a baseball tee in white and bright blue. “Comets” was scrawled across the front; the back sported a name (Gallo), and a number (12). One shoulder bore crusted spit-up stains. Her feet were incased in a pair of lightly used tennis shoes.

She stumbled up onto her feet.

The Princess, the Senshi of Lust, was gone. All that remained of her was Paris.