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"Always a pleasure to meet new Senshi," she replied, not bothered by Fenrir's sheepish smile. "And any friend of Inari's is a friend of mine to be sure."

Speaking of Inari... That girl was offering to help still and the more she watched and listened...

A soft sigh left Lacrimosa. Everything said by Caedus sounded reasonable. The crystals he was handing out for energy collection didn't seem as if they could do much damage (and boy was she likely to need a sleep aid tonight). A gloved hand moved to rub at her forehead as she came to a decision.

She couldn't seem to bring herself to not help despite all the reasons why it was justifiable.

And really she just wanted to give him a hug and feed him so maybe he'd stop shaking. Stepping forward, just enough to put herself (hopefully) in Caedus' view without having to pull too far away from Sinistra.

She feared the girl would implode if she went too far.

"Caedus, I'll take one as well. I would like to help in any way that I can."

A week. one week, and a day. He'd not been awakened for very long at all. Lucky for him, although he didn't know it, was that he'd be getting educated on this magical path laid out before him better than others who had no one to offer guidance. He would have been very thankful had he known. As it was, right now he was simply relieved.

"That would be a correct assessment. I'm..well in this form...I guess I'm called Sintashta." It was odd to introduce ones self by a name they were not used to. He'd have to get used to it.

"I'll follow you. I'd like to meet this Polaris."

Better to know who he served than to blindly go about proclaiming fealty to someone or something he hadn't the slightest clue about, or go about doing things in the name of someone whom might not align their ideals with his actions. Maybe he thought too archaically of this knight thing, but Deucallion was a student of ancient history and literature.

"I'm sure it's nothing special and nothing is different between me and any other knight." She said casually, waving a hand about even as she spoke. But that hand moments later was reaching out to touch one of the cats ears. "A talking cat, I like it." Yes, she really did like that idea, it was interesting. Just how many talking cats were there anyway? She doubted her cousin knew but perhaps this cat did? Now however clearly wasn't the time to ask, as it seemed some major s**t was going down.

Her attention went to Athene rather quickly as he was speaking. "Thank you. I'm glad you both will keep it a secret. My cousins been a bit...stressed lately and I don't want to add to it just yet." Neither her nor Ele wanted to add to Alcor's stress at the moment, she'd find out in due time.

"Is it a bad thing that he's offering his energy?" She asked after a moment, watching the winged senshi and the cat. She did wonder if donating energy, even if it was voluntary, was a good idea but she didn't question the cat as she was rather sure they knew what they were doing - at least more than she did. Looking to her cousin, hoping for some information or thoughts, as she had been in this longer than she had been though not by much as far as she remembered being told by Ele.

"Ele...I can offer also..." She whispered to her cousin, even as crystals were being passed out to people and people were letting their energy be drained. All so they could hopefully attack at the heart of the Negaverse. She was, personally, all for it. If it could bring an end to this whole war faster than she would like nothing more than to help in accomplishing that! "If it helps hasten this war and bring it to an end."

Adria, Senshi of Sunsets

Adria had seen enough; he had almost immediately hidden the crystal he'd been handed. It was lost in some hidden pocket. He wasn't really comfortable being smushed in the middle of a big crowd, even if he did come with a friend—and met up with someone he hadn't seen in a while. Well. Someone who he only knew a little about, given the fact that back then she wasn't powered and now she was and—

…And there were a thousand things going through his head right now, and he had to just shut them down. He gave Lysithea's hand a quick, assuring squeeze that he was ready to go, in case she missed his nod. He looked to the group they'd sort of met up with; to Cassiopeia he said, "I'm happy you're a senshi, now! It was nice to see you. We should talk again sometime. Oh—and, uhm." He looked at Enif and Pye, and though he hadn't said much, or even introduce himself, it felt like they'd been at this whole thing together. It seemed rude to just leave without saying anything, so he hesitantly said, "It was nice to meet you guys. See you around."

Hopefully.




Goretti, Chibi Super of Glue

Goretti didn’t know what he was doing here. He'd stuck to the back of the crowd for this long, fidgeting and watching, and standing on his tip toes to try and get a better view. He'd been able to hear most of what was said over the crowd, and he had thought about going up front for a better view multiple times, but…he didn't want to be seen here. He didn't want to find people he knew and have them ask what he thought of all this, or if he was going to do it, because he didn't know.

There was a rock in his gut and his conscience wasn't helping him make a very good decision.

On one hand, there was a guy who wanted to help. A guy who was basically asking for a little time and energy—which was something you could normally give, right? If someone lost their home, the community would come together to build him a new one? He'd seen shows about it. No one was getting hurt; they were helping because they wanted to help, and because it was the right thing to do.

So in theory, giving a little energy he could get back by eating and sleeping didn't seem so bad at all.

Except, he didn't know who was talking, and from all those robes that guy could have easily been some lizard monster who crawled out of the sewer and was handing out radioactive rocks that would turn them all into mutant turtles or rats or something.

…But Goretti was trusting, and while he was concerned, he wasn't one to think ill of someone. His battle with Cavansite had left him extra wary, and when the crystals were being passed out, he almost didn't even take one.

And then, holding it in his gloved hand, he figured if so many other people here—so many stronger people, who knew better than him—then it had to be okay.

That negaverse ambushing stuff, though, that was what really got him.

He didn't want revenge. Not even on Cavansite. He wanted to help her, to save her, to make up for the life that was lost because of her. He didn't want to destroy anything. He wanted to liberate them from the Chaos, but showing up at their doorstep uninvited sort of didn't sound like the best way to make friends out of the situation. It was dangerous—inviting yourself into a place crawling with Negas who could rip out your starseed? Or youma, who were evil and awful enough to hurt your worst nightmare? And some of these people just wanted to waltz right in there?

That, Goretti didn't know about. That was the thing that was bothering him most. He didn't want to be involved in some raid where your goal was to hurt people, or destroy things. It felt…rude, and like it would have made them the bullies. If the Negaverse needed a safe place…that was fine, as long as they stayed there. It would be great if they just stayed there instead of Destiny City! The Negaverse would be so busy rebuilding, maybe they'd get tired of it and just quit. And no one would get their energy drained, and everyone would live happily ever after!

…Well, then. That might have been a plan worth pursing.

Goretti's hand curled around the crystal and he gripped it tightly before depositing it into a pocket.

There was still time to figure it all out.

"It's good to meet you Sintashta!" Snowball replied with a purr as he nodded when the knight said he'd like to meet Polaris, "She's not far!" He trotted along at a pace he made sure the page could follow. When they were close enough Snowball smiled and gave a leap up to Niflhel's arms before moving to Polaris' shoulder.

"Polaris, meet Sintashta! Sintashta this is Princess Polaris." Snowball used his paws to Gesture, "And you're fellow page," He gestured to Stonehenge, "Is Stonehenge."

The then looked to Niflhel, "And that's Niflhel, Knight of Saturn, he's Polaris' husband. I've also managed to leech a good bit of knight knowledge out of him when I can."

Niflhel looked at Snowball when he jumped up, obviously the knight hadn't been expecting the cat to use him as a stepping stone because he seemed startled and gave a faint, heh. Before nodding to Sintashta. Polaris was getting a lot of male knights lately, granted he didn't care. She was still his. "Nice to meet you." He finally said as he gave half his attention to those in the group now, but still watching Caedus with interest.

Caedus was at his limit. If he had seemed taxed before, now there was no doubting it. He wavered on his feet, even if only for a second, and then spoke to answer what final questions he could.

To Castor and Erebus: "If my world is affected by Chaos, I would save it if I could. If I cannot, I will find a way to return for further aid. But I have faith in my world and my people. They would not be so easily consumed." He glanced at Cassiopeia. "But my world is far enough away that I do not think Metallia would have a grip on it. I could not say where, specifically. We have our own orbit."

He glanced to Ganymede, for only a second, and then looked away. "I doubt I would be of much use in battle."

There were still questions about the crystals, and absentmindedly he continued to pass them out. He didn't seem to be counting or keeping track of them. The bag was more than half empty, but if he was getting aid, there was no reason to keep so many. He started with Cassiopeia's question, and Metis': "The youma seemed more interested into things they could drain, or tear apart. Of which I was neither." There was some skepticism in his voice. "The crystals aided in concealing me. I had many, many. I would not be alive today if not for them. But no, I could not make any of them work to free me. Nor to reach my companions, or my homeworld. Youma, I found, had no energy to drain. But perhaps if they were draining energy first, you could siphon that from them. I do not know. I did not have the chance to experiment."

He held onto one crystal, rolled it around in his bandaged fingers for a few seconds, and then moved on to Myrrha's question. "There is no finite energy. Not one that you will reach in the next few days. These crystals are very durable. They may appear small but they have vast storage capabilities." He glanced at Babylon and added, "Any that you can gather will be enough, I hope. There is no limit. What is not used is stored. I will collect the energy into another crystal. I have many."

To Scylla: "Perhaps other crystals can provide energy. But it is difficult to say. Crystals can be volatile. I do not recommend it unless you are willing to risk backfire. It is equally difficult to say who may be negatively affected. The crystals are mostly safe because extensive testing yielded very few incidents. We have nearly perfected all our technology. I would not worry about it." To Hugbell, he answered, "The crystals cannot be 'turned off'. But if you wrap them, they cannot absorb anything. Only direct contact will transfer."

Finally, his bag seemed almost empty; it sagged a little and still held a few crystals, but these he decided to keep. He fastened the bag back onto his person and it disappeared beneath his robes. "You do not need to return these to me before we part ways tonight. I urge you to keep them. If you wish to help, I appreciate all that you can." He looked to Etamin and passed him one of the few crystals he held in his palm still. "You can take this with you. It will collect what you offer." He held a hand up as if to refuse the crystal from Chariklo. "Please, keep it. I will ask for it back in a few days' time. If you do not wish to share any more, you do not need to. I will all again, when the time is right. But if you wish to meet up again…"

Once more, he glanced around. "I will be here." He clarified, of Scylla's question, and Xibalba's and Subamara's concerns. "On this hill. I like the view of the city. But the air is very thick. I will be safe here." Probably. He looked to Elpis, as if to reassure her as well.

He knelt, carefully, to put a crystal in front of Arthur. "I cannot ask for more than what is already being offered."

When he stood, he looked at Alphard and cocked his head just slightly to the side. He did not seem to have any idea what the man was offering, but he did not seem particularly enamored. "…Perhaps another time."

There would have to be another time for all of this.

"I am sorry," he said, addressing the group before him. "…But I need to rest. If you have further questions, I will answer them. But not tonight. Come back later. Thank you all for coming. I…appreciate your aid."

He lingered for a second, as if he might have had more to say, or because he didn't know how to dismiss them, and then he turned away. He did not travel far, but his intent was clear; he settled himself beneath the trees in the distance and rested, back to the trunk.

Sintashta followed, and upon introduction gave a polite bow of his head to them. There was no grand over-action of chivalry or archaic mannerisms. Honestly he wasn't sure how to react. He was in no position for bravado or posturing, so acting with humility he greeted them.

"Indeed, I am Sintashta, and it would seem I owe my allegiance to you," He said to Polaris, before directing his words to the more general group present, "I would like to learn what I can from you all. I've only been...this, for about a week. I," He gave bit of a sardonic half-amused laugh of a noise, "I know nothing."

I wasn't used to not knowing anything. He'd always been academically in the top of the class, was well socialized, and generally tried to keep in-the-know of current events. Being so lost was a new feeling for him.

To Sintashta it only made sense to act in accordance with Polaris' stance in this war since he apparently belonged to the star of which she was...the embodiment of? He didn't know what to call it. To do otherwise, or act in opposition, would be, in his view, to tarnish the name of her and the star. To be united and of the same mind and goal made for a stronger group.

Of course he could have been getting hung up on semantics, particularly the possessive and associative nature of the tiny word 'of,' and his own romanticism of the archaic ideals of honor and chivalry.

He'd also been on the football team in junior and high school, so the fundamentals of teamwork were ingrained in him.

Then again, he admittedly did not know heads or tails of the situation, and was making many assumptions. Sintashta decided he needed to be informed sooner, rather than later.

Sintashta nodded, "I would appreciate at least a briefing somewhere a little more hospitable tonight, if it is not a lot of trouble?"

The exchange more in depth knowledge could be done at a better time. For now, a quick rundown of the basics, with some tips on where he could learn more, would make him feel much more at ease.