General Benitoite Location: E5 to I4 Action: Gathering his two cousins, looking for the third, and following what the spike wnats.
Moving to calm his cousin, raising a hand, he was smiling. "I know, you needn't worry Mara." He kept to speaking French with his cousins, in the hopes no one would understand a thing they were saying. At least she seemed less afarid of things, too occupied with being upset with her two elder cousins, but he understood it.
When the sky seemed to rip open, in several places, and a wind pushed them towards it the blond wa banishing his weapon and the spike in favor of grabbing Diaboleite and curling his arm about Mara. Like hell he was letting his cousins get seperated from him, though he did worry for Lorcan who was out there somewhere as well, he at least knew his other cousin had an eternal corrupt with him who would keep to his side. Biting his lip when he hit the ground with Mara on top of him, he had let go of Diaboleite at some point.
Standing, slowly, he righted Mara as well. "As Diaboleite said, sorry for the misinterpretation." Taking a moment to gather himself, to look around, he took note of the beast above them. "Eye of the storm..." He whispered, standing there and feeling far smaller than he actually was, everything seemed to be going on around them and yet it seemed calm here. He could feel the spike inside subspace, begging to be released again, and he did pull it out and held it in both hands.
"Diaboleite, Mara." Nodding to them both, knowing they'd follow him. "This thing knows where it needs to be. Keep an eye out for Stitchite." Because if he could he'd like to pull his other cousin in with them, keep him close, he didn't like the idea of his family being too far away right now. The spike shone in his hands, no doubt gaining some attention, as he held it in both hands and let the pale path oin the ground lead him. He didn't look up, didn't need to, he assumed people would simply move out of his way. He had one of the spikes that was needed, that they all needed, and who would stop him right now?
Anyone who got in his way was risking all of them if he didn't do what was needed, whatever that might be, because these spikes were a key part in the take down of this beast and no one else could do whatever he'd need to do. Feeling the velvet pouch swinging from his wrist, he'd failed to notice a stone inside it, he chanced a look to it as he kept his eyes down on the path below him. When he found himself where he needed to be he stopped and stood there, finally looking up. He could feel their Queen's aura and the darkness, the chaos, was a comfort to his frayed nerves. This had dragged out so long, so many weeks, and finally things were coming to an end...for better or for worse. To know she was here, amongst them, was a blessing. She would see to their victory, he knew it, she wasn't going to let this all fall apart.
"Victory will be ours..." He whispered, looking from one cousin to the other. "Our Queen is here with us, victory will be ours. We cannot fail." He would not allow it, just as she would not, and the grip he had on the spike tightened as he held it in his gloved hands.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2025 10:16 am
Ascended General Niter Location: C8 Action: Joining Laurelite, looking confusedly at Ganymede
Oh, Laurelite came by. That was neat. Maybe she wanted to fight the boss herself. He waved at her and he waved at Jet, at Aquamarine.
Then lightning struck and left them a path forward. Drew them in, really, and Niter let himself be drawn into the little dimensional tear. It didn't feel good — it felt kind of scrapey and like doing a somersault under water, but despite being a little disoriented on the other side, Niter didn't think much of it. It looked like everybody else was drawn in, too, anyway.
His shoulders felt light. Looking back, he saw his feline friend disappeared. "Magnus?" He called out, though he was never terribly outspoken. People were everywhere; even looking down towards their feet, it was difficult to spot the furball. Who was going to protect him?
Niter had a brief idea, though. He floated around, weaving between people, avoiding those who looked itching for a fight in the between-space, until he spotted the perfect minty hair and Bloodborne-appropriate scythe that belonged to their fearless leader. He crossed into her orbit, but not without passing a White Moon Princess with a quizzical look on his face. Shiny with transcendence or not, that seemed like a bad idea.
"Hi, Queen," he greeted with no particular urgency to his voice. With no other recourse, he focused on the thought of his puffy friend until he could manifest a beckoning pull of a summon, willing the Mauvian to his arms. "You're gathering an entourage of haters."
Location: E7, getting ready to move. Action: with Madriu. Adjusting and trying to decide where to go.
Although Arcalís didn’t know the “Almadel” person from a hole in the wall, he remembered hearing the name during Princess Ganymede’s gathering on the moon. People had spoken well of him then. The senshi in the horned tiara (Surtur) had seemed especially positive about Almadel and his willingness to help protect the Earth. But Madriu’s vote of confidence mattered most of all. With his migadye vouching for Almadel, Arcalís worked the bracelet onto his wrist and the pin onto his sailor collar.
Not a moment too soon either, it seemed.
Getting jerked up into the storm hurt like nothing Arcalís had ever experienced before. Even after over a thousand years of life, the Chaos infection poisoning his world, and everything that he and Mauritz had put each other through when neither of them had been at his best, nothing Arcalís had experienced before could have prepared him for this feeling. Landing in some totally unfamiliar place came as some manner of relief, even surrounded by such an overwhelming feeling of Chaos. Whoever the green-haired woman was, with her enormous scythe and the suffocating feeling that came from her Chaotic aura, Arcalís wanted to stay as far away from her as possible.
Fortunately, he still had Madriu with him.
Double fortunately, they had options on where to move.
“The ones from our side who have the spikes,” he whispered to Madriu, gently tugging on his partner’s jacket, then gesturing first in the direction of Solaris, then in the direction of the reincarnated Murikabushi. “Whatever the Calamitous Hollow is planning, they’ll need backup. We should go help keep them safe.”
Noir Songbird
Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2025 10:51 am
Captain Nagyagite Location: E4 Action: Frozen in fear (but draggable wherever!)
Nagyagite wasn’t sure if he entirely trusted the offer to sand down. It could be a trap, theoretically. But then, everything felt like a trap of late—the curse of a guilty conscience, he supposed. Because he knew what he’d done and what he wanted to do.
And anyway, there was a certain level of bitterness in the General that Nagyagite couldn’t help but feel comforted by. If this was a trap, if he was faking, he was doing a phenomenal job.
“Yeah, well, I’d like to avoid pissing off someone stronger than me because I’d like to get to continue to exist if we save the ******** world, so,” he said, and he slid on the bracelet, jangling it a little. He reached back into the bag, fishing around a little more, which was when he pulled out—
A pen?
A novelty pen? Glitter and dolphins?
“.....What.” He said, simply, and then he dropped it back in the bag and tucked the whole thing in subspace.
Just in time for the sky to crash down.
Lightning struck all around him, and Nagyagite jolted, and then he was pulled—
And ended up Somewhere Else.
For a moment, he was frozen, taking in the enormity of this place. The storms, the lightning leaving it bright as day, and the thing
Moving in the clouds
Bigger than all of them. Bigger than he could even imagine.
“Ah, ********.” He said.
He wanted to go for one of the spikes. Honestly, he wanted to go for one of the ones surrounded by Order; the Negaverse could ******** itself, they had their s**t together.
But there were so many eyes here.
Including Laurelite herself.
Frozen with indecision, Nagyagite stood where he stood, looking desperately for an answer.
Corrupt Eternal Miyamoto Location: H4 moving to I4 Action: Arriving and looking for, and following, Benitoite.
"You know what I mean, this fight won't be easy for our forces and it will take a lot from us. Just as it'll take a lot from order, but I don't trust that they won't still try and attack us. We may have kept them at bay for years, and we've already found victory everywhere else, but that doesn't mean we won't be at a disadvantage after this. Perhaps Wolframite was correct though, and he was worrying for nothing, but he would rather be worried for nothing than ill prepared. They'd how things landed once this was all over and the dust cleared.
"I'd like it if Cybele got killed by the beast, I've no doubt she remembers me attacking her from behind." Wolframite wasn't likely to forget that either, the other having caught him after he'd fled from the scene, he'd still been a white moon senshi at the time and yet he'd helped the Negaverse capture her by attacking her as he had. He'd proven himself, at least he'd thoguht so, but he'd also put himself in a rather dangerous posistion which Wolframite had scolded him for. As he spoke he could feel the flare of power - real power. It sent a pleasent shiver through him, as he looked around slowly. "Lauralite is here..." If he'd been calmed and comforted by Wolframite's arrival than one could imagine how pleased and content he sounded when he spoke of their Queen being here.
He didn't see her weapon, or her, but he could certainly feel her here. He already knew they had general kings and a general queen here, he'd felt them since his own arrival, but she was so much stronger and impossible to miss.
When the sky ripped open the dark haired corrupt reached for Stitchite and for Wolframite, he wouldn't be seperated from his little group, as he held tight. It was jarring, and stomach churning, as he landed and stumbled a few steps. His hands letting the two go, so he could curl an arm about his midsection. "Never again, that was not pleasent." Looking around slowly, taking a few slow breaths, that mode of transportation was harsher than he'd dealt with before.
"I say we find General Benitoite, he has one of the spikes need to reseal this beast." Though he prefered removing this beast for good, let it be notice to the others out in space. "We should keep together though, as you said, it's best to keep as a pack." For there was safety in numbers, and he would not go standing side by side with order. Reaching out for Stitchite's coat he held onto it as he finally looked around. It seemed everyone had arrived here - that was good.
"I don't like this...it's too peaceful all around us. It's eerie." It was unsettling for him, this wasn't a feeling he liked, it reminded him of the build up before some cheap jump scare in a movie. This was the build up to the out right storm that was going to befall them all. it would set them on edge waiting for it to happen and then...finally it would hit, and hard. No, he didn't like this feeling. With a plan in mind he headed off, he didn't know where, but they should really find the petite blond. When he did find him it was because of that spike - it was shining so bright. The blond was nearly impossible to miss and he hurried his pace.
"Benitoite, follow him."
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2025 10:58 am
Corporal Cypher, Vanguard Corporal Location: F3 with the Vanguard Action: Protecting Lyndin's backside, watching the horizon behind the group of people where they are most vulnerable (other than the sky of course).
Don’t go anywhere alone To Cypher, that felt more like a command to stay put. Most members of the vanguard, to his observation, had formed groups of two or three that were huddled together. Whereas he remained positioned just on the outside by himself.
Fysarius had not been seen yet and while he harbored a measure of concern for his comrade, Cypher had to trust he’d find a place to stay safe or migrate his way to them eventually. After all, Velencians were rather tall and stood out among the crowd of Senshi, Knight, and Agents who were skittering away from the point where they were all summoned.
Cypher did, however, inwardly flinch at the Commodore’s promise that there would be no twists this time. Not enough time had passed for him to have forgotten, or forgiven, the way their technology had been used by the Negaverse’s Queen, the woman who made her grand appearance just before everyone was ripped from Earth and brought here.
At the request to cover him, Cypher nodded his understanding and positioned himself behind Commodore Lyndin with his weapon at the ready. Although he didn’t agree with decisions that were made when the Vanguard first arrived on Earth, he would still have his back.
Cypher’s darkened red eyes scanned the horizon ready for anything that might ambush them before the device was activated. Hopefully, it would offer some form of protection but with the size of the creature swiftly slithering through the clouds above, he wasn’t sure any of their preparation would make a difference.
"Hm... Is it morbid?" He asked, canting his head slightly in curiosity. He thought something 'morbid' would be more... uncommonly pessimistic. This was just a statement of fact. Alcor could die- they could all die, and that was not nearly as dreadful a thing as people made it out to be. Simply natural. But most people, Eleonora included, were not so enthusiastic to hear what would eventually become of them all... "I suppose," Antisana relented.
It did not fill him with any great sense of relief or determination to hear, "we'll get through this;" it didn't make him feel any particular way at all. It wouldn't offend him if this was the end- or if it wasn't. One way or another, there would be peace. Whether they were all devoured or returned to their daily lives.
At least Eleonora had a sense of motivation that Antisana simply did not possess. She fixed the bracelet to his wrist, and he studied her with unblinking steel eyes.
"For you, I will see this through to its conclusion," he promised. There was little more he could give than that. No assurances that they would be safe, no further encouragement, no whispers that they would be safely and happily returned to their homes by night's end. Just, 'we will be together in this until the end.' At least it wasn't a lie.
Because any promises of their safety were things he certainly couldn't have kept. The Calmitous Hollow was certainly a great beast. The lightning strikes, the tempest- it was a bit of a wonder no one had died from just that. But there was still some chance to do something- one in however many millions. Antisana took her hand.
"Come on, we should try and stick close to the others. It feels ill-advised to be singled out." He didn't take them into the greatest throngs of other Senshi and Knights, but he did find a place amid some of the smaller groups.
Location: E4, moving to I7. Action: With d’If. Assessing where the General-Sovereigns are and trying to decide where to move.
Dunwich had to laugh as well. For all her insistence that they were going to make it through this—and they were, she refused to accept any other outcome, even if she had to beat reality in the face with her driftwood heart to make it behave—she appreciated d’If going along with her idea more than she could possibly express. Something in her still had its doubts, and the external affirmation helped reassure her that she was right, actually. That even if this was dangerous, even if they had accepted heavy risks by coming out here to do their part, they would still prevail and manage to save the world.
Even if it felt like s**t, getting sucked up into the storm and thrown off to wherever they wound up.
Despite not understanding the place where they found themselves, and despite not entirely getting the process that had brought them here, Dunwich understood one thing, crystal clear: there were five General-Sovereigns out on the field, as well as the Negaverse’s Queen. Whatever happened, even if none of them remembered that Lieutenant Idrialite had ever existed or that he’d ever purified, Dunwich had to keep d’If away from them. Fortunately, they’d all been polite enough to cluster closer to one specific side of the battlefield: one General-King (Jet) moved with a blond General carrying one of the glowing spikes that had (in non-glowing form) been in Order’s intel database.
Either of the ones on Order’s side seemed to be moving away from the General-Sovereigns, but when Dunwich looked, it seemed as though several people were moving to follow the eternal senshi with the long legs and thigh-highs. Without a word, she squeezed d’If’s hand, then tugged him off, moving to follow the super senshi (Solaris) so they could provide her whatever backup they could offer.
post 12 To H2 with Carnotite, Janggunite, and Maikoh
She probably should have been offended at being called snack. Given the youma's intimidating stature and clear strength, she should have been concerned being called snack. Logically, Lameia knew that. Probably. She had a healthy respect for predators, and while she adored her scalebabies… she'd never keep a snake she couldn't continue to handle through all of its life. Or risk her own life by trying to handle.
In that moment though, surrounded by so many of the Negaverse, her cousin beside her, Lameia allowed herself to indulge in the this is amazing glee and admire the creature--woman?--before her. Plus? She got complemented for her gushing praise. Lameia's smile grew, pure delight written across her face despite the, you know, overwhelming threat of world-eating serpent heading their way. Right about on them, really.
When Maikoh gestured her over, Lameia excitedly did just that, even as she slipped on the bracelet from the bag and stuck the pin to part of her skirt. The rest of the bag, with the berry, she uh. Stored via help of her corset.
"Would you like me to pin that other piece to the skins you're wearing?" She hoped that was polite enough--the youma's hands looked rather… big, and she wasn't sure how dexterous they would be with the small pin.
Of course… the storm definitely decided to amp up, reality split, the world split. While one of her hands reached for Carnotite, she allowed herself to duck closer to Maikoh--she was bigger, stronger, and really? Whatever was happening, she'd rather stay with such an ally! (however long that alliance lasted… for a snack...)
Landing in the new world(?), new… whatever this was, made Lameia nearly sick from the weird pain of being forced through whatever that had been. She could see people spreading out, lights from the spikes going in different directions… The corrupt began to move as well, seeing one of the Generals bringing his spike off in that direction. "Not sure we want to stay in the center if this place is supposed to be where the thing'll be caged," she said with a huff as she instead directed herself--and, by her automatic assumption, her little group--towards one of the somewhat outer edges.
Indigo_Plateau
Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2025 11:45 am
Transended Princess Ida Location: I5 Action: Arriving, assessing the situation. Moving to a nearby square to keep an eye on Benitoite and his group, and the couple of order people in that square.
The overwhelming waves of... something were battering at all of them, pressing down on Ida like rocks piled on her shoulders. Lightning strikes lit up the night, making the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand up, but Ida held her ground, defiant despite the fear that coiled in her chest. There were a great many people here that she cared about and a whole planet on the line... she had to be strong for all of them, whatever happened. She had to help them, however she could.
The sudden push of winds behind her had Ida running forward and then reality was ripped from around her, her body pulled in all directions and tumbled about before she landed on hard stone. Wings flared to catch herself, she felt Illyria leaping down to take human form, her slender hand slipping into Ida's in a way that was comforting, even in this dire situation. They were here... and so was the monster, swimming through the clouds beyond them.
Chariklo was the first to start moving and Ida watched as she headed away towards a group across the stone field, her husband trailing behind her. Kerberos suggested they follow her, or go find Murikabushi, but following the line of Chari's path, there was already a group growing in that area. Should they bunch up, or spread out? Ida didn't really care to team up with the Negaverse any more than Kerberos, but until the spikes were placed it was important to keep them safe. Scanning the crowds, she caught Muri's dark hair above others and took in the group around him. She didn't calculate so much as go with the pull of her gut as she made her decision.
"I'm going near that group." She said as she pointed towards a general and his entourage. "I think I see a spike... but I won't be far from the group Chariklo is joining. I can come if they need me. You can stay with me, so join them if you want."
She offered Illyria a small, tight smile as she squeezed her hand. She didn't expect her bonded to leave her, but the option was open. There were a couple of other people near that group, a squire and two supers, and she didn't much like leaving them alone with the agents.
Setting herself, Ida moved towards the group with the spike, taking up a position nearby where she could keep an eye on them and also the group around Chariklo, tucking her wings against her back and out of the way.
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Corrupt Eternal Fafnir Location: E7 Action: Responding to Helio, putting on his items, arriving, getting caught staring at the sky.
Fafnir sighed through his nose in frustration as his brother hugged him, annoyed but not surprised by his answer. Of course Helio wouldn't stay behind where it was, marginally, safer. Because like all of the others, he was a ******** headstrong idiot who liked to jump into danger head first.
I'm not worried about winning, I'm worried about coming back...
Stifling the sharp retort he wanted to make, Fafnir pulled the bracelet on with quick motions, sticking the pin into the edging on his top. The berry got tucked into his shirt as well, but he had a feeling it was not going to travel well there. Whatever. If Heliodor was going, he really had not choice but to go as well. He would have trusted the others to do what needed to be done, but just as much as Helio couldn't let them go alone, Fafnir couldn't let Helio go without someone to watch over him. Everyone else had something else to do or someone else to keep track of, even Albite who should be keeping tabs on Faustite. Someone needed to make Helio a priority, and it would have to be him.
"Try not to get too far away from me, then." He finally said as he settled himself, flicking his hair back over his shoulder. "The team is stronger together."
Gaze flicking to Faustite for his seemingly parting words, his mouth settled into a determined line. Everyone had better ******** make it back... Or he was going to have words for Almadel, pretty face or not.
The pressure grew along with the sick feeling of something, hovering over them, threatening to crush them... and then the world turned inside out. He might have cried out, he wasn't sure. His mind couldn't quite understand what was happening around him, seeming simultaneously to be pulled apart and crushed at the same time. And then... they were there. Fafnir stumbled as he arrived, just keeping himself from falling to one knee, and he cast about wildly for the others. The sight of something moving through the clouds arrested him and he stared upwards, awestruck, for a long moment.
How could anything be so big? They had called it a world-eater, but he hadn't truly understood... How could they hope to do anything to it? It probably couldn't even see them, they were so tiny. Smaller than ants to it.
General Rakovanite Location: F9 Action: Moving close to one of the Order Senshi with spikes
"Enough of that now," Rakovanite groused, shaking his arm to dislodge Calaverite, since the Senshi seemed insistent on making more of a show of it than Rakovanite liked. And Diasporite- They were both very... boisterous in this charged atmosphere, where there was a lot of environmental activity that held Rakovanite's attention. The sound that slipped out of him was quiet and tired, barely anything compared to the rush of wind and crackling lightning around them.
He didn't want to give too much attention to anything that might happen in the theoretical 'after,' since there was no telling where it would leave them.
But he was probably supposed to offer them... something. Encouragement, or incentive. Neither things he excelled at. "Of course afterwards, I will ensure that everyone is returned safely to where they need to be, but... Perhaps I can think of something more enticing for your efforts than a ride home... Manicures, or a spa day?" Something where they could all sit peacefully in the quiet and let someone else pamper them. It didn't sound so bad. "Provided we all survive." Which looked ever-more like an impossible stretch.
His head tipped, focus landing on Diasporite as if waiting to see if this was the right sort of encouragement- Although, admittedly, he couldn't think of a time when he'd made a suggestion Diasporite didn't approve of. ...Adoring little thing.
Bur if they all wanted to survive, they probably needed to move. The sky split in three great bolts and the world seemed to tear around them. The location now barely mattered- inside of something, with the monster lurking between the clouds. Rakovanite cast a sharp glance around, then moved, approaching one of the Senshi groups that had herded themselves into a corner.
He didn't know what it would take to 'save the Earth,' but the last time there had been such a gathering, their lot had been faced with the 'eliminate one person to save a planet' choice, and had notoriously chosen to reject that narrative. Kill Caedus, save his people, and they couldn't. They obviously could not be trusted to make reasonable choices for the sake of others.
But if it came to it, Rakovanite could kill one person. Or two, or ten. If necessary. Juuuust if necessary...
Diesel beamed, a bright, sparkly smile, that was completely undeterred by all the havoc swirling around. Feldspar wanted Diesel to rely on him, well, he could do that-
He could hear Gremlin practically retching at the sappiness behind him, but WHATEVER, that didn't matter.
What mattered was that they were absolutely gonna rely on each other, and if Feldspar said he could do it- Gideon believed him, no questions asked. -And if their combined efforts weren't enough, well, they'd all die together, anyway, right? So Feldspar wouldn't have to suffer losing anyone again...
He kept an arm wound around the smaller agent (for practical purposes, of course- they wouldn't want to get separated as the sky opened up and came for them, surely; it definitely had nothing to do with his own comfort or reassurance needs). The new plane was dark and treacherous, ominous- the monster lurked behind the clouds, massive enough to earn the title of world-eater for sure.
And Diesel didn't know what he was supposed to do about that, but he kept up with Rakovanite, anyway. ...They were on the same playing field now, after all.
And Gremlin hissed out an annoyingly-amused sounding "Fifteen percent, I think."
Remarque’s reply made Persephone briefly wrinkle her nose.
“You know,” she said, “I’m a little less reassured by that than I’d like.” Sure, Mirrorspace was usually helpful. Sure, it probably had a vested interest in keeping them alive. But she had an easier time putting her faith in the people in front of her than she did in some cosmic entity. Any cosmic entity.
Perhaps that was her fragmented experience talking. Perhaps she ought to have a little more faith.
But when the lightning struck, when it carried them to a space between spaces, it was not to some eldritch entity that she looked; it was to Remarque, still right there, still the steady leader they needed.
And it was Remarque to whom she gave a sharp nod, and whom she followed.
“All my ideas are terrible. I’ll take yours first,” she said, lightly.
If she wasn’t funny about it, she’d collapse at the enormity of their foe.
Sappho gave Remarque a nod, sliding on her bracelet and attaching her pin. Whatever was coming, at least they knew they had help from somewhere else. And if Almadel didn’t give a s**t about them except as something to make money off, that was still a reason to care.
As the lightning struck, as they were pulled, Sappho briefly wished she’d stayed home. Her brother was back with the kids; she totally could have been too. But instead, she’d powered up. She’d come out here.
And maybe it was a mistake. But she wasn’t going to admit to that. Not when she could shut up and stick with the rest of the Mirror instead.
So, she followed Remarque, fiddling with her bracelet the whole way.
It seemed obvious to Ariande that staying together was the wisest move. There were a lot of Royals on the field, and only one of them was Mirror, and as far as Ariadne knew, the Mirror couldn’t trust anyone but themselves.
Her eyes cut briefly to Demeter, and there was a moment of mistrust in her gaze, but she floated over to the cute girl in cute fall colors anyway. If she was with the group, she ought to be protected.
“Stick with the cool kids,” she told her, grinning. “We’ll protect you.”
She beckoned, and then darted off to follow Remarque.
Corrupt Eternal Hestia Location: E4 moving toA4 action: pulling rope out of her subspace jic, following her leader who is definitely Fine (and also he is a lil fireball rn bless)
Basking in the moment, Hestia generously refrained from shooting Borax a smug look. Until she heard Tama's evaluation of her, then she gave her smuggest little smile. Fortunately there was no time for her to further goad her teammate. Headache disappeared for one, and while she was sure it had good reason (perhaps to gather up a youma cavalry? there were some very ancient and massive ones, yes?) - she still felt it was a shame it couldn't remain and aid their general king.
At Helio's reccommendation, Hestia tucked the magically appearing bag into her pocket, and then, after a moment, brought out a coil of rope from her subspace. Rope was always convenient to have around. She lifted her gaze to Faustite's, about to ask if she should pull out a firstaid kit when a new chaos aura blanketed the area. Oh yes, Queen Laurelite.
But of greater interest was the was in which Faustite paled, looking slightly sick for a moment. His must have felt what was coming with his superior instincts. It should be unsurprising that lightning crashed down down in satisfyingly apocalyptic fashion, but it was still rather shocking. Thankfully Faustite had warned them of the potential travel elsewhere, so Hestia was steady on her feet, spike already held aloft and lighting the way for her General King.
Who, in all his wisdom, had taken on another form. Smaller and containing none of that currently inconvenient metal. "Excellent thinking, sir. "
At first they were walking at a brisk pace, and then Hestia found that they were soon running. "It seems we've no time to spare!" Which was a shame, as they were missing a few team members and couldn't go in search of them. Hopefully they'd notice Faustite, at this moment their literal light in the darkness.
Tianyi was pleased to see Aberdonia again; it was good to find friends in all of this mess. He had so few, and so many at the same time—and he was definitely interested in sticking with the people he knew, to make sure that they all came out of this on the other side.
But he didn’t have a chance to answer, or to do much more than gasp, because the storm came. Ripping reality itself apart. Pulling them somewhere beyond the stars.
And suddenly, looking at the thing in the sky, at the sheer vastness of it, he understood how it had devoured an entire world without a trace. Ate it and left only crumbs.
“I’ll stay with you,” Tianyi agreed. “The Senshi with them, with the big skirt and the long sleeves,” he gestured to Murikabushi, “he’s my friend. He took me in.” So there was no question. He would repay Murikabushi by defending him here.
“I doubt my magic will do much,” he confessed as they walked, “but I will be here.” Better than nothing, at least.
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As others moved closer to join them, Sessrumnir drew back a little. Not because he didn’t want to meet the others, but because he was worried that if they got too complacent or comfortable, they would put themselves at risk. He briefly offered Urania a genuine smile in greeting when he was introduced to her, but soon focused his attention back on the General Sovereigns.
And Queen Laurelite.
There was a horrible dread that filled him. It wasn’t specifically because of her, but the fact that she was there at all.
Did the Negaverse Queen come out because they didn’t think they could win this without her? He couldn’t imagine she was just there to supervise.
The shift from Earth to wherever they were now was jarring. Dark clouds all around them, and here they were standing on some kind of platform, ready to take on a beast so giant that he couldn’t even comprehend its full size.
“Yeah, that’s Laurelite. She almost corrupted Valhalla ten years ago,” he said to Alastor as Solaris ran off to handle business with the spike. Oberon looked like he’d made up his mind about where he wanted to go, too.
Ganymede told them they didn’t have to come with her.
Sessrumnir waited only a few moments before following after her and Valhalla to where the Queen stood.
