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The lights disappeared in the car, and Mintaka took advantage of the confusion. Unlike Negaverse, she didn't yank starseeds, so she didn't need to see.

Neither did her wraiths.

She let all three loose, as people shrieked about being touched, or why were the lights out. Her goal was, to really, clean the car out.

It'd really suck if someone turned on their phone's flashlight though....

When the lights went out, Marissa grabbed onto Rhiannon's arm to keep her close. She'd seen the gnarled silhouette against the windows. To her, it could only mean one thing. The Negaverse had sabotaged the train, and there was quite possibly a youma right outside.

Inching around people in her attempt to move toward the back of the train car, Marissa took the opportunity allowed by the sudden darkness to power up to Palatine, Squire of Venus.

When Marissa grabbed onto her arm, Rhiannon went willingly with her, and as the lights went out, she didn’t hesitate in powering up. She knew her aunt would now know her identity, but she was just as surprised to feel the aura of a knight next to her once she was done.

Vanadinite cringed when the young blonde warned their train car of a terrorist attack on the platform that they definitely just flew past. She took a steadying breath as she watched the scene unfold in front of her- the man telling her to calm down, people trying to ask questions, and the pepper spray can that followed.

A grin split across her lips as she planned to use the opportunity to slip her hand into the chest of the person sitting on her other side. When she went to do so, her attention was stolen by a flash of a strange silhouette outside of the train. An eyebrow raised and Vanadinite pushed herself up to her feet. Suddenly her senses were thrown off by the blip of a second Dark Mirror Senshi that appeared on the car.

And then the train went dark and White Moon power signatures began to pop up around her. As the lights flickered back on, Vanadinite zipped her jacket up and summoned her weapon (if you could even call it that) to the fingers of her right hand.

Devil had been about to answer the Captain when all hell seemed to break lose. People were shouting about Terrorists and the train car decided it was going to chose now to be a creepy little ********. Well great. Also, whoever the hell it was shouting that they were terrorists? RUDE. The brunette cursed loudly, jumping back into Ashenite. "Mother ********. Now I remember why I hate taking the train." He grumbled. "What the ******** is going on? Is this suppose to happen??" Devilline sighed. No. He hadn't really had any experience fighting the other side, but everyone had to start somewhere didn't they? "...Orders Captain?"

Mont Blonc's eyelids fluttered furiously as the lights flickered back on, trying to straighten himself up and steady himself - chaos, chaos everywhere, damn he wished he'd have a chance to transform sooner. He'd only just barely gotten his bearings when he heard it, a cracking voice that made the bottom drop out of his stomach.

Suddenly, the rest of the train, the rest of the chaos auras, they seemed to fade into the background, especially when he saw him. It'd been weeks, what felt like an eternity since that night, but even changed, even negaverse now, Mont Blonc knew him. As if there were any way he could forget - the face that still plagued his nightmares - here of all places, of all times - finally -

"Ploutonion, " he choked out, all but shoving his way over, desperate to close the gap of space between them - he was here, he could do something, he could finally make it up to him, he could - "You're alive, you're you, thank god, thank god, Ploutonion, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I - " He remembered him. Mont Blonc didn't know if that was better or worse, but he tried to hope for the best.

Noir Songbird

Stay out of the way he says. What, did Ashenite think he was gonna hide behind one of the train car seats? Devilline could barely move to GET to em. The Lieutenant huffed and rolled his eyes. Though, that was short lived as his gaze shifted, bouncing between "Ploutonion" and this Mont Blonc character.

Devilline was struck with the sudden urge to smack their face's together. Now Kiss Ahem. Back to work. Focus damn it.

"Uhm... I really hate to do this, I really do, because by all means, begin to make out. Please. But, um... What's going on here." It was obvious he was interrupting something. But the question was a bit of a what.