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Corrupt Eternal Miyamoto

The message had arrived when he'd been home, at Lorcan's, he'd been staying with his partner since things got bad. Since energy draining had gotten easier, but the odds seemed even more stacked against them, because if they were all going to die than he wanted to spend the last bit of time with the only people in this life that he cared about. he hadn't made many connections since corrupting, having had to rebuild everything was no easy task, and he wasn't bothered by it. It made it easier when it came to deciding who to spend whatever remaining time they may, or may not, have left with. Now though the call had come and he'd looked to Omen for a moment. "You're coming. If we're going down I'm summoning the merchant and seeing if we can't escape." He could only hope Almadel would arrive in time, assuming he'd even arrive at all, and get them off the planet before it all went came to an end. He needed Omen near him just incase that, the worst case scenario, happened. Lorcan too had to come, he needed to get the General off Earth as well, he wasn't leaving either one behind. They both meant something to him, different but similar enough, he couldn't lose either.

When he did arrive at the gathering his hair was quickly manhandled and braided back so it wouldn't be too in his way. He wouldn't pin it up, even if he had a whole hoard of hair pins in subspace, he didn't want to have all the weight of his hair piled up in one place.

Moving across the grass he was nervous, undeniably so, and glanced over to the general. "If we survive this..." Trialing off, not sure what he wanted to say, there were so many things he could say, he shook his head finally and turned back towards the gathering group. The sky above didn't look good, the lightening looked so very off, nothing felt right and he could feel his stomach knotting up.

Captain Cryptomelane + Ympe (personal youma)
Cryptomelane had been preparing for anything and everything. He couldn’t tell what he would need for whatever happened when the Calamitous Hollow touched down (or whatever it did), but he knew that he needed to be ready. Working with Industria meant that he wasn’t completely useless at creating some of the satellites that went up. That helped him to feel somewhat less like a waste of space (like a waste of the Negaverse’s energy and Amazonite’s efforts to train, like he was too weak and pathetic to be worthy of his very life, much less the light of grace—)

But that didn’t matter. Brother Horace wasn’t here to insist on any of those things.

He wasn’t here to try and will those things into becoming reality by insisting that he made things true by simply saying them.

Following the directives that had shown up on his tablet, Cryptomelane teleported to the specified coordinates shortly before eleven PM. Ympe rode along, perched on his shoulder and clinging to his hair, despite Cryptomelane trying to tell him to stay back in the Rift. This fight might have been dangerous, and Ympe wasn’t always certain how to handle himself in combat. Far from useless, he certainly had ideas and initiative. But Ympe also lacked much in the way of combat experience. For his own safety, Cryptomelane hissed once more for him to go back to the Rift, keep himself safe.

“Nuh uh, ******** that,” Ympe huffed back, loudly clacking his teeth. “Mellie goes to the fight, so Ympe goes to the fight. Together, that’s how we murderize them!”

Cryptomelane rolled his eyes, but couldn’t bring himself to be too bothered. Who knew that giving a starseed to a youma who was trying to break apart a church’s Christmas display would earn him such a loyal companion.

Before he could ponder the question too much, a message popped up on his tablet. Taking selfies was something that did not come naturally to Cryptomelane, because he had very little experience with them. But Ympe recognized what was happening enough to grin and wave.

Captain Diaboleite

Diaboliete came at Benitoite's summon, twirling his new spear between his fingers. He was glad for it, glad that he had clearly demonstrated his capabilities in time to have an actual weapon and real power to face this beast.

Not that it was much, really, but he was pleased to see multiple General-Sovereigns present. Truly, it was all hands on deck; he hoped that by being here, and by putting in a good showing in front of so many higher ups, it might be a fine bit of career advancement.

And maybe if he focused on the career advancement, he could put aside the looming end of the world of it all. He was a single Captain, he was not going to turn the tide her eon his own. But he could still show up. He could still try.

"General," he addressed Benitoite, and then "sirs," for the other three present. Two Generals and a General-King, in their little corner of the field already. without a change in his serious expression, he glanced up at the sky. "I consider it a point of optimism that I cleared my schedule for tomorrow. It implies there will be a tomorrow."

Snowball : Journal - Currently Cat Form (Has Sailor unlocked)
Niflhel Knight of Saturn : Journal

Niflhel sighed deeply as he arrived with Snowball on his shoulder. He was looking at the field and who was already here. He was concerned as he realized there were a lot of people already who out ranked him, a knight. He knew this was serious and he was tired.

It was always some big to do or perhaps a world ending or well most of the time just a possible life ending event it seemed. As almost nothing ever ended the world. This time might be an exception.

He was not comfortable with his and he shifted. The cat was sitting on his shoulders and he whispered. "******** is this really going to be the end?"

Snowball had come, riding Niflhel's shoulders as well he didn't want to get lost in this crowd. There were a lot of higher ranking people here already and it caused the cat to frown heavily. It also worried him that Niflhel had asked the question that was also on his mind.

Snowball finally took a breath and sighed, "Lets hope not." He hadn't seen this sort of harrowing experience in a while, things for the most part had settled down and became quiet. Why couldn't they stay that way?

Heliodor, Corrupt Eternal Senshi of Ryuuto

No sooner had the message gone out was Cassian moving. The familiar summons came on the heels of him powering up and he followed that familiar pull to a hillside that was already dappled with an array of people from all factions. White mingle with black with an array of colors in between. It was a sight the corrupt never thought he’d see as people turned focus to the sky.

Heliodor had arrived only a few steps away from the gathering team. Hestia and Ilmari had already arrived but seemingly just moments before him. Others were soon to follow, but Heliodor’s attention settled on Faustite as the fiery being let loose his own frustrations at the ludicrous situation they were all being forced into. To think that they were to play nice with those who were order aligned? Ridiculous. Also, incredibly necessary in the instance. It galled, and Helio understood the flurry of words that his General King expressed.

“We’ll make it through.” He remarked as he swept his eyes over the crowd again before shifting focus to the sky. The blinking of lights as the satellites rose to create their protective barrier was quite a sight.

“So, do we know who it was who sent the message?” He questioned. “Almadel, perhaps?” His voice was pitched just loud enough that the team and anyone close by could hear, but not for it to carry too far. “I suppose it would make the most sense if it was him with how many people are gathering here now.”

It seemed he had turned his eyes to the sky for only a few moments, but already more bodies were filling in more space.

Amarynthos, Knight of the Moon

Amarynthos arrives with Ephesus and joins Reims

Amarynthos and Ephesus arrived separately from Sessrumnir and Alastor. After Ephesus’ run in with General King Jet, the two had doubled down on making sure no one knew of their relationship.

Neither he nor Amarynthos protested; Ephesus’ parents were in a different class than they were. It didn’t matter how much Mary trained, he was still years of experience behind them. Maybe those two felt comfortable against a General King but if it was just Mary and Effie, it was a significantly more unfair battle.

He held Ephesus’ hand when they arrived, because everyone must have already known that they were a set, and he hadn’t made enemies enough to be so concerned about someone trying to use Effie against him–or vice versa.

None of this was comfortable, though; there were so many energy signatures.

It seemed like everyone was taking this seriously.

They had, too. He’d said goodbye to his parents earlier; Alastor had ferried them to his homeworld. They hadn’t had much time to figure all of this out but it was better that way, they just would have worried for longer. They’d had a stream of reassurances, that everything was going to be fine and this was just a precaution. Alastor and Sessrumnir had sold it pretty well, and Amarynthos could say anything with a straight face. Even Ephesus had seemed hopeful enough. He knew his parents were worried, but they were safe.

And, when this was all over, maybe they’d get to take a real trip to Alastor.

Amarynthos spotted Reims almost immediately; he squeezed Ephesus’ hand reassuringly and guided him through the crowds so they could join him. “Hey,” he said, as friendly and warm as if they weren’t about to find out if they even could fight a giant snake.

Eternal Corrupt Albite

He thought rather gregariously, that if Mari and Mira ever dared to team up and do evil together? They could've maybe destroyed the world one 'in your lane', 'well-moisturized', and 'thriving' minute at a time. Whatever ******** beauty secrets their routines held? He was sure some sacrificial ritual must've been involved in order for Mari especially to look so damn k-pop idol, glass-skin, glowy in the impending world-ending light.

Maybe it's just that he looks good wearing more power---

But that thought felt dismissive of what could've been Mari's own hard work beyond the sheen of glamour, and so the words around it stayed lost within the sieve of his mind. Not the compliment, though--

The nigh automatic, "You're looking good, Mari." offered in burred tones, with a half-grin, there was no sidelining that. Nor his optimistic "And Hestia n' Helio are right, Firebrand---" that followed. His parade would not be pissed on today, certainly not by the severity of the skies rage and whatever twisted horridly beyond it; the way his husband seemed poised to match every piercing whip of purple with a voiceless crackle of his own.

The mood was hot to the touch, palpable in ways that bled--

"The shields'll hold...we'll hold..." careful of Magnus's gray-swish of a tail where it flicked past Hestia's perfectly shined flats as he wove his way through their little cluster, reaching shamelessly for his pair of boys. Fingers poised to tangle around the thick, knotted rope at Helio's waist. The heavily embroidered slash of Faustites capelet.

"Yanno--- if you two really wanna see Almadel so badly?" Slyly pleased, as though he'd found something better than sex to gift Faustite with. After all? Better than one birthday-gift was ten! Ribbon wrapped, at the ready, and he did hold some surprise for Helios interest, but maybe it shouldn't have been such a shock that their gently scared models favorite color was purple? "I do still have a card--" In a stage whisper that was anything but, not that Waru particularly cared how poorly-veiled his intentions were.

No, whatever lent him an excuse to be closer to the pair; to lean, and loom, and watch with soft eyes over theri sharp shoulders. How much better his boys were to look at than the skies which reminded him nothing of the Rift...






Super Corrupt Cryolite

Cryolite couldn't roll his eyes hard enough as he huffily tugged his chin free of a thin-lavender-nailed grip; slender fingers full of such strength and he almost wanted to *smile* for the pin-p***k pinch of it. He would've, any other time, huffed some severe laugh and woven banter warmly between his little group like nothing else mattered. If only he skies above and around weren't so ******** threatening. His gaze skirted over the teams backs, the flickering wick of fire circled within the groups center, pulling them like moths.

He was there in body more than spirit, to be a body, at least.

His gaze drifted easily, held a pinched measure to it as he searched the crowd for more than just his team---





Corrupt Basic Mirabilite

In Mirabilites personal opinion? Being potentially quote-'fUseless in a fight'-unquote, did not necessitate being sentenced to dying at home, alone; forever beautiful and un-singed by potential lightning strikes or whatever the 'doom serpent' of '<******** *your* sleep and beauty routine in particular' was bringing down. No matter how 'safe' or 'sanguine' the experience could've been. She'd continued to argue as much while trailing her boys and applying a generous layer of Fenty-battle-gloss to her pursed lips; at least one of Cryolites panic-stricken, mismatched-eyes made for a lovely, pale blue mirror to judge the applicae' when she held his face still enough to look.

If the severity of his thin scowl for her antics was anything to go by? Then she must've looked downright *deadly*. Especially in the present lighting!!

The world of late had felt like that one level of breath of the wild she hated playing most; all storms, and gray skies, but minus all the fun of being able to hit pause and walk away. Mira was sick of static-frizz and atmospheric-flyaways so fierce even her silkiest of pillows couldn't tame them.

No, this wasn't just about saving the world (if it was even that), this was strictly a self-care moment. She would help them (with sly comments and cheerleader flair. If they were all going to die they deserved to have some beauty at the end of it -- and she would provide that beauty god-damnit!) murder a *god*, or ********, in the name of vanity and spite alone!