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Page Richtersveld of Pluto

Richtersveld actually ... didn't know what was going on, here.

The biggest problem with being a knight is that their communication devices were not just handed to them. They also were not innately created to work with the senshi devices, needing mods to even do that much. Of course, she couldn't exactly get the mods if she didn't even have the ring to do the mods upon.

Needless to say, Richtersveld actually had no idea there was an event happening at the soccer field that evening. She did, while on one of her patrols, noticing an increasing amount of noise coming from the neighborhood, and the fact that the floodlights were on at the soccer field, though. Perhaps there was something going on that night? She could always watch from afar and be a silent protector. Could make sure that no Negaverse agents decided to use a children's competitive event to fuel their dark machinations.

Holding her first aid kit tightly at her waist, Richtersveld made her way over, only to be surprised by the fact that there were no children there at all.

Well, she noted, grimly, there were apparently a couple children. Children that should not have been there. Children who had gotten roped into a war they didn't belong in.

The girl in a white and sparkly outfit especially caught her notice, and Richtersveld couldn't help being almost appalled by her youth. How had she even gotten out here? Were her parents not paying attention? Richtersveld would not pretend she should be in bed, but she should, at the very least, be in her house.

What was happening here, though?

Richtersveld drew closer to the crowd, mostly out of curiosity, some of it morbid.

Guardian Cat Mlinzi

Mel happily accepted the pats but he let out a slightly sad mrow at the 'no candy' comment. Even though the biggest candy holiday of the year had only just passed? That stunk! Ah well, Mel was still interested in the other goodies the lady brought with her. Maybe she had fish! Yay, fish!

The cat wasn't actually hungry, he had eaten before his girl and he left for this training but one should never pass up free food. Especially if it was candy or fish! Being careful, surprisingly for the large fur ball, Mel climbed onto the table and looked over the food offerings. It didn't take long for him to loose all interest in the snacks, chips and veggies were all good for the humans but Mel was hoping for some fish, or chicken, or stake... something he could really enjoy. Veggies were good and all but they weren't really a meal. Oh well.

With his nose wrinkling at the offerings Mel glanced over at the white cat who slid up to him. "Hiya. You have snacks? Whats sub space? What kind of snacks do you have? Your name is Arthur like King Arthur? Thats cool! Do you have fish in your space thingy? Do I have a space thingy? How do I-" He got cut off at the arrival of his girl.

"Hey Si- Kastra! This is Arthur like King Arthur who pulled the sword from the stone and he has a space thingy that has snacks in it! Can I have some? Can I? Can I?" He really needed to remember that her senshi name was Kastra but Siti just rolled off the tongue so much easier. Even though he was still on the table he was careful of the stuff around him, mostly because if he got hungry later on he didn't want to ruin all the stuff.

Team Black - Sailor Duhr

She'd gotten the call on her phone - err, message rather, and had debated on not going. It wasn't that she wasn't able and willing to fight, it was mostly just because most of the shindigs these other sailors put together tended to be more yap than slap and Duhr wasn't about that kind of life.

She could brawl like the best of them but when it came to holding up her end of the conversation.... well, there was definitely some issues there.

But she'd shown up anyway, mostly out of curiosity, some out of boredom. While she thought she could hide on the outskirts of the crew (though a six foot tall girl in a pouf skirt and blonde curls had a mighty difficult time hiding as it was), it soon became abundantly clear that someone wanted to talk to her.

Namely, some spunky pigtailed girl with the a chipper attitude that was almost annoying, if she didn't look so gosh darn cute in her little pajama lookin' outfit. Duhr still didn't know who was in charge of pickin' out everyone's outfit but the girl looked like she was tryin' to be one of those flyin' squirrels instead of a senshi. Still looked better than being doused with lace and pearls, if the blonde had anything to say about it.

"Woah there, gal, you're gonna end up knockin' yerself out if you ain't careful."

She had gusto, Duhr'd give her that. Her swings were sloppy and all over the place but the energy level was at least enthusiastic enough to bring a grin on the older girl's face.

"Gotta keep your thumb on the outside of those fists, don't wanna break it by puttin' your hands together wrong."

Sailor Beta Leporis -- Team I Forgot

Sneaking out had become a truly herculean feat since Imagi and her sister had finally come to blows over what had happened nearly a year ago now. Amarillys was patrolling the halls like her own senshi's beat nearly every hour, going so far as to poke her head into Aura's room when she thought her sister was asleep. Aura wasn't asleep. She woke with Amarillys' alarm every sixty minutes, being such a light sleeper, and that combined with the knowledge that she was being held prisoner in her own home was enough to ensure that she didn't sleep.

But she managed and she was here, yawning at the snacks table with a cup of water in one hand and the mask in the other. She turned the plastic over, rubbing the cool material with the pads of her fingers with a sigh. Somewhere inside of her, she wished that she had told Amarillys about this since Imagi was so bad at making friends. She would have dragged her around to others and forced her to interact... which would have been painfully awkward and embarrassing and sudden Beta's wish that she had brought her younger sister along evaporated like water on a hot sidewalk.

No, she was glad that she had come alone. She didn't need Amarillys, especially since she had proven time and time again to be incapable of protecting her, providing for her, or doing anything else that was anything less than self serving. She proved that once when she almost let Imagi die. She proved that again when she almost let Imagi become a monster. And she proved that again in the warehouse when proving a point was more important than protecting Imagi from a monster. If Imagi wanted anything, she would need to do it for herself.

With that mindset, she strode in what she hoped was a confident way over to a familiar face and announced herself with a very curt, "hello Lepus," and nothing else. She wanted to say something else, of course, but no other words came to her. Only the greeting and then painfully awkward silence.

Maybe this had been a bad idea.

Guardian Cat Faust

About damn time Order started training themselve again. How long had it been now? Couple years? Hell if Faust could remember the last time he trained with a group — which meant it'd been too damn long. He wasn't about to stand for that s**t. Hell, if Cybele didn't get to it first, he would've set up the training. In a few years or decades or something. When he felt like it.

Now, he didn't have to — all he needed was to saunter his a** up to the oddball folding table in the middle of a soccer field and chat with a bunch of the Joes and Janes that dragged their inexperienced behinds to this meeting. And then he just had to kick their asses while wearing a mask. Hell if he knew what the masks were for — he didn't know half these people — but he'd wear the damn mask.

Absent his senshi, Faust strolled between miles of legs to reach the table, then leapt up to the tabletop with all the grace of a sausage. The table wobbled, the snacks shifted, and the fluffball readjusted himself to get settled in the corner he claimed. At least from here, it was easier to see the crowd of schmucks who were about to experience furry pain. He didn't see a whole lot of people he recognized. They must be too trained from knowing him to bother showing up for this group. Assholes, the lot, but they were his assholes.

He was a cat, though — he didn't have to walk up to anybody. All he needed to do was sit there and the group mindset would slowly turn toward petting him. It always did.

Team Black - Sailor Heculina of Manta Rays


Herculina had lowered the arm she was attempting to punch with, but now both hands were clapsed together in front of her, her eyes wide and possibly sparkling a little. "Oh! That would be very bad. I am trying my best, but you look and feel much stronger than I am! Thank you for the advice! Like this?"

She held up a closed fist, tucking her thumb against the side of her fingers without putting it inside. It was still a rather weak fist, but she was proud of it nonetheless.

"Your dress is beautiful!" Herculina added, beaming. "What's your name? Mine's Herculina! I'm here to be stronger, but I've only been a senshi for a week, so I'm not really all that good yet..."

Super Sailor Cybele

Cybele smiled again, once it seemed that Anser was chipper as ever and not still hurt, or holding grudges or anything of the sort. That was good. Cybele held enough grudges against herself. There had been magic involved, of course, but she should have been smarter, should have told people to be careful after she'd been hit the first time.

It didn't matter, now. She was doing what she could, now.

That was what she needed to focus on, and the cats running off to look for food made it a little easier, as she now had her hands free to give out masks to whoever came up to her table. She spared a look to the man behind Anser, giving him the same business smile everyone else was getting before leaning in close to the younger senshi. "Your brother's an Eternal?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, impressed. "It's good to see you've got people looking out for you."

Another familiar face came to the table, and Cybele waved at the other green and purple senshi. "Larissa! Hello. Welcome. Thank you for coming out, all the support's been really nice, actually." She handed over a mask, then leaned back a little to talk to both of them. "That's part of what I'm hoping people get out of this. Spport. Then, maybe people who don't already have friends to look out for them can find some." She glanced around, from the table to the crowd. "I'm not sure what team I'll be on yet, I'm trying to keep things balanced. I think white needs a bit more right now."

Knight Gevaudan
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Gev stopped spinning the massive weapon when his name was called and looked to the crowd to Eurydike holding up a mask in a very WTF expression.

Desummoning his weapon, he waved as he walked over and pulled out his own mask. "I'd rather we have armbands. I already have an eye patch. I don't need more on my face." He openly complained to the senshi.

"I don't think some of these people have fought a day in their life. It's going to be a show." He said as he looked around.

"So you're on my team. Good. I won't have to crack your skull today."