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[black]DMS Sailor Melpomene

"Ahh, I didn't either. I went looking for you and found my self here." And perhaps everyone else gathered had just found themselves here. Someone was throwing some sort of a party but he wasn't sure it was a good thing, if everything he'd heard from Acubens was true. Such things were never good.

"So Mirrorspace isn't involved. Something else is." Because something was, without a doubt, involved in this. How else to explain so many people gathered peacefully?

"I don't plan on leaving your side, so don't worry." If only, in part, because he was new to these sorts of things. As much as he'd like to go off on his own he couldn't. He had to be here for Acubens and for his own health, he didn't know much about magic and these sorts of incidents. He needed to learn more so he could start going off on his own. This was a chance to learn, he was sure of it.

Deciding who to bring.

The crowd of people had grown larger, and while no one seems to know what is going on--something begins to shift. At first, it feels like a strange earthquake--only, nothing about it seems particularly alarming. The plants across the field begin to shift, twisting slowly to reveal a strange, bulbous lump deep in the ground. The earth is scorched below it, and it seems like something large must have collided with the earth--recently.

The sweet smell fills the air again, along with the gentle, soothing calm that seemed to come with it the first time. It almost doesn’t even seem strange that the leafy bulb is slowly opening, or that vines are twisting, coiling around it from the ground.

After a few long seconds of gradual shifting, the giant leaves peel back to reveal what seems to be a giant flower. Innocent, at first, until begins to peel open, revealing a strange, mouthlike set of leaves with long, spiky thorns. The moment it opens its oversized mouth, little glowing fireflies emerge. They seem to be all colors of the rainbow and dance around harmlessly. There’s something playful, fun about these lights--and the moment one comes in contact with you, you find yourself face to face with the vision of someone once lost to you. They take your hand, gentle and reassuring, and begin leading you towards the open maw of the now awakening, beastlike plant.

DMS Senshi Itokawa.
Score: 7

"I'm...not new...but I am. Itokawa - fairy rings." Taking the offered hand to shake. His head nodded at the others words. "Too late to leave...but doesn't feel dangerous here." It felt safe, the opposite of what the other was warning about. Though he'd take heed of the others words and trust them, he'd clearly been around longer than himself.

"I'll stay here then? I do not know anyone else." Though he really didn't know the one he was standing next to either. It was at least better than nothing.

Watching as something seemed to be happening he got ready, as if something bad may happen, but nothing. Nothing bad happened. What he wasn't expecting, what didn't seem possible, was happening instead. At least for a moment .The plant didn't look so innocent anymore, far from it in fact, that almost looked like a mouth. That was no normal plant. Before he could say anything, or perhaps find a way to get out of here, one of those little colorful fireflies landed on his shoulder. Instead of running, not even able to turn around to do so, he saw someone...someone he hadn't seen in a long time now.

Whispering their name as he took their hand, taking a step towards them. This wasn't possible...but it was? He hadn't seen them since before he'd moved to Destiny City.

No...no...there was no way. They hated him! They'd made his last few weeks in Tailand miserable and so heartbreaking. They weren't here - they never would be. They'd never offer their hand to him. Shouting something in Tai he yanked his hand free and stepped back, ignoring when they turned up at his side. "Not him - never him." He didn't like this - these illusions. Wasn't that what his magic did and yet illusions were being used against him? That he didn't like.

Roll Total: 10
Broke Free

"I'm not Mary Poppins. My space is only so big and I don't own a megaphone. I just have a thermos, snacks, and some first aid in there. A notebook too. Not useful for right now." He pointed out, thinking she was referring to his space pocket.

"Ananke! You are here too. I suppose this is pulling from everywhere." He said as he half turned to look at her, unable to do a full rotation with his tail held. "Ah well. No hands. I sometimes am able to convince the employee that does errands at my place to run a comb but he isn't very good at it. I really do need to employ a senshi or knight instead." He added but that wasn't pressing at the moment.

At the mention of someone young, Arthur looked out to see a chibi senshi in the group and frowned. "The practices of the past. Senshi are soldiers and many wanted to awaken them as soon as possible in hopes of making stronger soldiers who could control their abilities. Trust me. I understand the feeling of seeing a child in uniform. It doesn't settle right for me either." He admitted to her, feeling guilty in response to the Mauvians tasks with awakening chibi senshi.

The ground rumbled and Arthur steadied himself to regain his balance. Everywhere people were moving, aggitated or nervous from what was happening - and something was happening.


Everything had the heavy haze of perfume and summer heat. Like being under a lilac blanket. It made him feel sleepy and he stumbled a moment before a soft, wrinkled hand grabbed his. It was tender, callous from worth but the skin was thin from age showing off the tender blue veins. He held it and as he looked up, the very core of his heart broke.

"Eleanor?" He whispered as if saying it higher would dissolve her like tissue paper.

"Oh Arthur. My sweet boy." She said and it pulled him back to a multitude of little moments where she used to say the same to him. On the way to the mailbox to bring in the newspapers to sell. On the counter as she saw something distasteful on TV and would idly stroke him. Beside her as she slowly out on one sick and bemoaned her bad back. On their way up the stairs to make supper.

At night, beside her, on the quilt before the glow of the little tv.

Never once had he had the chance to have her listen to him. A cat before he knew better and then too new to why he was that he didn't want to scare her because he was afraid of what he was too.

"Oh Eleanor." He rose, shaking, and slowly wrapped his arms about him in all the ways he had wished he could have years ago. When he had wanted to help her but was too small. When he wanted to hold her up but was too weak. When he wanted to talk to her in so many ways but could only meow. He had wanted to be the one she could rely on when she became hurt, when she felt broken, when she felt sick, and in the end when she was afraid. Afraid of the end before she finally settled with it.

He wanted to tell her how much she had meant to him and thank her.

But she had gone. How often and how long had he spent at her grave unsure of what else to do a d wondering if there was a point.

She was gone.

Arthur looked up to the tender expression of the hardened woman he had loved to see her leading him to the plants and gritted his teeth against the pain of not wanting to give to reality and pulled away. And he was gone again. Nothing but fireflies and sweet perfume.

Great tears welled in his eyes and fell as she dissolved from him. "Thank you " He uttered hopelessly, knowing it wasn't her and knowing she still would never know.

He didn't have time to collect himself and so he tried to dry his eyes with little success as he looked around and moved to Adorea.

"This is horrid. We need to wake up the others. Keep them from getting eaten and figure out what to do about these plants."

Chariklo, Transcendant Eternal of Seagulls
Roll Total: 5

Chariklo had already caught sight of some faces that she recognized, even if she wasn't terribly familiar with the people those faces belonged too. Of particular note was Castor, since any gathering he got involved in was bound to end up interesting. More worrisome were the Dark Mirror auras that she could feel. The quick glimpse she thought she'd caught of Remarque. Manners dictated that she at least go say hi, but... no. Not unless she absolutely had to. No sense in bringing up bad feelings.

Besides, the flowers were moving and that was so much more interesting and peaceful to think about. As she watched, she could feel the earth trembling, but since it barely registered on her inner Earthquake Alarm™, she ignored it. Besides, all the smaller flowers looked as if they were all merging into one bigger flower and that was incredibly fascinating.

At least until the leaves began to peel back and she got a good look at that bigger flower and felt her stomach lurch. When she saw the 'mouth' open, she half expected to hear the plant demanding to be fed. Instead, she saw little colorful fireflies and wondered if she wasn't just over-reacting. The little things were awfully cute, after all... Reaching up a hand to try and catch one, Chariklo froze and felt the blood drain from her face. Instead of a firefly in her hand, she was holding hands with Bianca.

It looked like Bianca and her late friend was smiling so peacefully. For a moment, Chariklo wanted to throw herself into the other's arms and hug her until her own arms fell off. Hell, who cared about a creepy plant when she had Bianca here?

As if sensing her thoughts, Bianca smiled and began to draw Chariklo towards the plant. And for a moment, the tall senshi wanted nothing more than to follow her best friend to the ends of the earth. Except... except.

"No, hold up," she murmured, balking at following. Bianca didn't speak, just kept smiling. Something was wrong. When she'd last seen Bianca, or Bianca's ghost, Chariklo had gotten the gentlest and most effective lecture of her life. Why didn't this Bianca talk? Chariklo took a few more steps, allowing herself to be pulled forward, then halted again, this time digging her heels literally into the earth.

"This isn't right, Bianca," she said, tears slowly beginning to fill her eyes and travel down her cheek. "Why aren't you talking to me? How are you even here? C'mon, it's me. Why won't you talk to me?"

Mind torn between clarity and the odd peaceful lull that being in Bianca's presence gave her, Chariklo struggled to keep calm. Part of her just wanted to follow and be with Bianca no matter what. The rest of her was screaming that this was wrong. Something was wrong. That little moment of pure clarity was all Chariklo needed to allow her to take a step back and tear her hand from Bianca's.

Bianca just kept smiling and reaching out for her. Taking a step backwards, Chariklo shook her head and folded her arms over her chest. Bianca could be as stubborn as she liked. Chariklo knew she was even more stubborn. Something was wrong and she wasn't moving until she could figure out what it was. And if Bianca wanted to stick around while she tried to work it out, that was fine.

"I really wish you'd say something," she muttered. Bianca simply placed a hand on her forearm and Chariklo took a step or two forward. "I'm not taking another step if you can't be bothered to talk to me. You were happy enough to talk last year when you dressed me down for drinking too much. This really isn't like you at all."

FInally, as a desperation measure, Chariklo covered her eyes with both hands. If she couldn't see Bianca, she couldn't be tempted to move. She was wished that she couldn't feel Bianca standing there, silently trying to draw her forward.

"Not looking, not moving. This isn't right."

Kyuseisha no Hikari

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iStoleYurVamps

For Castor mention

Rolls
1st: 2

Lt. Fettelite

The longer he stood there alone, the more nervous he felt. No one was attacking one another, from what he could tell... And yet no one noticed him either.

It was awful, feeling so very alone... Fettel withdrew into his mind for a moment, trying to figure out if he could somehow just go home... Or whereever home would be for the night.

He wanted to turn and run back through those flowers, but before he could, he near jumped out of his skin as a soft voice called out to him from behind.

"Miss Noctua... You're here too...?" He remembered her clearly from that time in Witzend, and he had to force himself from putting her arms around her in a thankful embrace for not leaving him alone here. That feeling passed quickly though, knowing she was not as kind as he hoped she was... In fact, she frightened him but that wasn't anything new. Many things frightened him...

Fear gave away to curiosity as he spotted a familiar tuft of green in the crowd.

"Miss, he's... I-I know that person.. That civilian over there..." It was rude to point, but he did. "I should go to him, he knows me, m-maybe I can protect him..."

He moved from her side a little, closer to the man, enough so to tap his shoulder.

"Nat! I-It's me! I-" the ground rumbled under his feat, and instinctively, he grabbed the man's arm.

Strange lights grabbed his attention immediately, and that sweet, wonderful smell filled his senses. Everything seemed so very overwhelming, and nothing more so than the vision of a beautiful woman before him.

In his confusion and curiosity, he let go of that arm, stumbling forward after that woman who looked like him... Looking at her felt so warm, so absolutely filled with that comfort and love he so deeply craved. Her face was blurred, but he knew who that was... How could he not?

"... Mama..?" It was whispered softly from his lips as he stepped forward to greet that woman. Her hand took his and gripped it tight.. And he didn't hesitate to follow her. For a moment he did consider the fact that he never met her.. That she had died on the operating table the moment he was born, and her affection was something he never had a chance to know.

Yet here she was. And in his sadness and pain and loneliness, he happily followed her along, ignoring that scent of rotten flesh that invaded his nose.

Indigo_Plateau

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