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DMS Tsukuyomi - B5

With her attention focused on the growing scene before her (and waiting for something interesting to happen), Tsukuyomi became dimly aware of the presence of auras like her own. By the time she acknowledged that someone was speaking to her, more had gathered, more Dark Mirror senshi like herself. As someone who preferred not to go out of her way to introduce herself to people and/or make new friends, it was still interesting to see more of her kind other than Remarque, who had been the one to get her started on this whole... thing.

Someone was asking her what was going on, and before she could respond, the others had spoken up, talking about not getting involved. Well, fair enough- she hadn't exactly been planning on leaping into the fray, though it could be said the senshi of kasha wasn't sure how she felt about someone trying to tell her what she should or shouldn't do. Still, she shrugged, feigning nonchalance, while returning her gaze to the ongoing situation.

"I just want to watch, anyway," Tsukuyomi replied, which was true, more or less, "Seems like something interesting's about to go down."

Did anyone bring the popcorn?

Dark Mirror Eternal Acubens -- B5

Acubens had been out with her normal retinue of fledglings behind her when she caught the scent in the air. Or rather, caught the auras. She's stopped short in her path, causing her brother to slam into her back, Rana to trip over herself, and Logos to laugh at them all.

"Do you feel that," she asked, one hand in the air to silence the questions that began behind her. They all fell silent, searching the night.

"That's a lot of bad guys," Tegmine finally said.

"Should we..." Rana trailed off, twisting her fuku's gauzy overlay in her hands.

"We don't have a choice. I can feel our own in there."

She arrived with little Rana on her back. Tegmine and Logos joined her at her side not long after.

"Right," Acubens began, letting Rana stand on her own two feet. "Sorry for the intrusion. I got a little itchy when I felt this many of our own this close to the fray."

She would have said more, but her brother cut her off.

Dark Mirror Sailor Tegmine -- B5
Acubens was stronger. Something that ate at Tegmine every time they powered up together. And she wasn't afraid to use that strength and seniority to her advantage. Something else that constantly ate at Tegmine. At least he could say that she, generally, used that strength and seniority for good.

Generally.

Tegmine, however, was still the older brother, and when Acubens began shooting her mouth off, he held up his hand and shushed her. Despite the obvious anger in her eyes, Tegmine pressed on, smiling as he spoke.

"I don't think so, Little Bird."

Logos snickered behind him.

"I'm under strict orders from your wife. My job is to keep you safe, and the battle is no place for you right now. Not unless you're dragged in. So until then, you're benched, kid."

He turned and motioned to Logos to follow him, which she did after nodding dutifully to Acubens.

Dark Mirror Super Senshi Logos -- B5
Logos was very aware of her mission. Protect the Dark Mirror Senshi who were present at the battle. the secondary initiative was to take out as many white mooners as it took to defend the gathered Dark Mirrors. Miss Acubens had been clear on the way over, however: remain as neutral as possible. There were too many ties with the negaverse to be able to go against them, and every White Moon Senshi was a possible recruit. Or rather, a new family member, as she always put it. Logos preferred not to use such saccharine language, but she had learned not to wince away when Miss Acubens used it.

She watched as Tegmine entered the fray, shouting over his shoulder that he was going to go looking for any Dark Mirrors that had gotten lost in the mess of the fight. He was lower in rank, but older in age, and so Logos tried not to bristle at his presumption that she would be following his orders.

"Don't make a habit out of this," Logos growled, knowing full well that he couldn't even hear her.

Dark Mirror Sailor Rana -- B5
A fight!

Rana had never been in a fight!

Well, really, she'd never actually been anywhere. She was still brand new, and Acubens hadn't allowed her to power up on her own yet. At the very least, she had to go out with a super, but an eternal was always better. And while she was out, Acubens was adamant that it was for quota and training. Nothing else.

Was she always this protective with new senshi, or was Rana special because of her relationship to Kiuchi?

Did it really matter?

Not really since now they were in the middle of a real, life, magical battle! Magic was flying everywhere and people were shouting. It was exhilarating! Rana was about to fly off into the fray and follow the two older senshi when Acubens caught her by the collar.

"Oh no you don't," Acubens chided, tugging her back in line with the rest of them.

"You're not ready to see a fight yet. Not even close," the redhead corrected sternly.

"But when will I be able to -- "

"You know the rules. When you can at the very least hold your own against me, you can go out on your own and fight. Until then, you're stuck with me on the sidelines."

Rana knew arguing with the Raptor was useless. She was standing the way she always did when she meant business; with her legs shoulder-width apart, her arms crossed ove rher chest, and her shoulders square and back. So Rana fell back into the group of senshi that they'd come to guard instead, offering them a smile.

"Hey," she began. "I'm Sailor Rana, of the Kuchisaki Onna. That's Acubens, and you just missed Logos and Tegmine. I guess we're hear to make sure none of us get hurt in the crossfire."

Captain Prehnite -- G6

How many calls had been answered over such an endless span of time. The coms went off, rung the bell that demanded action. Prehnite looked at his tabling like it were a nuisance, like he wanted to chuck it into the nearest river for all it went off like a siren.

Cast a glance to Hatsya that bordered on being apologetic, wouldn’t say the words, because sometimes? This was just how things went.

Prehnite had been hoping to take her out for something simple, fill a quota together so she wouldn’t have to do the work on her own. To offer up kindness that way, and now?

Now there was this!?

Prehnite sighed, looked weary for it, and supposed it would be a night of trials by fire instead. Better, maybe, to heat test the product that was Hatsya - see how she stood against it all.

“Would you like to take bets on who comes out atop of this one? Flip a coin maybe.” beckoned her along and took a back way into the park.

Came in amongst tree lined edge a distance from the main troubles. Would save teleporting anywhere as a get out of jail free card, should he need to snatch them away, no harm in running from a loss - fleeing a fight he hadn’t started.

He’d be damned if he strode into the thick of it like some fresh new thing, had learned all his lessons the long way - and spent too much time healing from them to favor the same youthful exuberance some of the others had for blood sport and conquests.

Forced conscription - of a cosmos page - of all the ******** things…

Corrupt Sailor Hatsya - G6

Hatsya felt sick, stomach churning with anxiety.

This call for aid was too similar to the last one she had been conscripted into responding to. Not some skirmish but some but a full on battle between order and chaos. Prehnite thought to make a joke of it, flip a coin he said - and yet Hatsya found no humor in it.

A cold bead of sweat formed on her brow- watching him warily she fell in step behind him, allow the Captain to take the lead. She wanted to turn- walk away and leave him. Pretend this call had never happened and go back home; make dinner- Do something... anything else but this.

But what if he didn't come home? What if she stayed up waiting and come morning the house was still empty and he hadn't returned? What then?

Traitor, that's what they'd call her.

The punishment for abandonment would be far worse than being reassigned to someone like him. No, there likely wouldn't be a punishment, just an end. It would not be merciful either; only so much latency would be given and she had already used that generosity up and then some.

Magic flew ahead of them, around them, lighting up areas of the park brighter than lamplights in place. Useless... her magic was useless here. At best she could stop someone from being able to use any tricks for a few seconds at best; one target not an area swarming with White Moon Senshi or their Knights.

On the verge of a panic attack, Hatsya paused in her following "This is a bad idea." I'm more of a liability to you, she wanted to add but the words caught in her throat.

Athalia - Senshi of Hercules Beetles (Square: F5)

The park was beginning to flourish with activity, he might not be able to see everyone but he could certainly feel them as they began to descend on the area. Evidently both individuals who had gone toe to toe had been successful in their call to arms and he had no doubt that at some stage he would find himself face to face with at least one agent. How fortunate it was for him that he didn't have to wait too long, and he had already built up a 'working' relationship with her.

"Sylvite," he replied smoothly, turning to look towards the smaller woman. Suffice to say that in his absence she had gotten much more powerful. Granted he was at least half aware of what she'd been up to given she was the one who had corrupted Cybele and caused significant harm to several others... but that didn't mean he had been aware she had found greater power in his absence. It wouldn't have taken a genius to be aware that he was at a significant disadvantage on this one - while he may have dedicated considerable time to his Homeworld that did not come with the added bonus of receiving greater strength.

More magic? Yes.

Did it make him any stronger physically? Absolutely not.

He was certainly more adaptable nowadays and had become more creative about how he fought those with bladed weaponry (courtesy of one very drunk Mauvian), but that didn't mean he was any less aware of the fact that as a General she could do considerable damage to him. Considering the fact that he was quickly sensing many more chaotic auras in his immediate vicinity than Order ones though, he was a touch concerned that eventually he would have to handle more than just her. Perhaps at that stage he was going to have to strategically bait them towards an area with a greater volume of his own kind.

"I was unaware that I'd been pegged for dead," he admitted and flexed his finger tips as she summoned that god forsaken dagger into existence.

"A little over-exaggerated and unlikely to change soon, but you may give it your best shot," he finished as he turned to face her fully. Now he just had to remember all those little nuanced tactics her kind used to use; it had been a while after all.

Lieutenant Ransomite -- E5

Ransomite turned in surprise as he heard someone running his way, narrowly avoiding a crash. Oh, a knight, a weaker one--not that Ransomite was exactly a powerful agent as a lieutenant--around his height.

Oh, a baton.

"Hey," retorted Ransomite, reaching for his twisty plastic ornaments. "I'm literally just standing here. I haven't done anything." He kept his hands and the ornaments they held in a defensive stance. At least, from what he remembered. He had never actually taken any self-defense classes, and being a priest didn't exactly involve martial arts--

Anyway.

He reached for what he was comfortable with, adding, "though... I'm open to that changing," with the barest hint of a purr.

General Benitoite (D6 to C5)

navy]Watching Noctua arrive he smiled at her. He still worried for her health, she was so small - too small. But he wasn't so worried, or concerned, about her mental health and well being. She was his little killer...so capable and willing to kill. He appreciated her calm and easy way of approaching the idea of death and killing, though she did have a bit m ore excitment over the idea than he did.

"Mmmm, it's good to see you Noctua. I thought you might like to join the party and show our friends of the white moon what you can do. Starseeds, heads, other body partts. It's all good if you ask me, I don't mind what you go after. Just don't dig too deep and get in over your head." He could, and would, bail her out if she got in too deep. But he didn't want her becoming hurt, she was needed.

It was a shame she wasn't eternal yet, she should be, he knew she'd be a nightmare for anyone in a fight then. Now though there was still a chance of her getting in over her head and needing a bail out. He'd always provide that if it was needed though. "I'm not finding myself picky tonight - your shouldn't either." Shrugging his shoulders as he summoned his spear, already prepairing to join the fray. "Come, let's enjoy the evening and what it's decided to provide us." He'd let her lead, figuring she might just run right into things, and he'd follow a few calm steps behind.