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Transcended Knight Basiluzzo of Uranus

'We've had a lot of success with this recently.' Basiluzzo supposed that was true. Did he think this would be the same, though? That was a different matter. He tried to be his normal optimistic self. "Hopefully." He did catch that Encke didn't speak very loud, so he kept his voice quiet in turn. While he wasn't sure why they had to keep their voices low, he didn't suppose it'd hurt.

...Why was something telling him to rest? He didn't have any time for rest. There was a cleaning-out to do.

Basiluzzo smiled warmly at Cepheus when she joined them. While Encke opened his mouth to talk, Basiluzzo opted to wave, waiting for him to finish before offering, "Good to see you!" As far as the air quality, Basiluzzo had pretty good lungs, but he would be remiss to assume that couldn't change. He adjusted the hood to his cape so that he could cover his mouth with it per Encke's suggestion, finding himself missing the days when he'd had a scarf wrapped around his shoulders instead. The scarf would be so much easier to wrap around his face and give him protective layers.

"Are you ready for this?" Were any of the others ready? He took a quick look over who was around, watching for anyone who seemed to be reacting badly to the smog, at least. Encke, Ran, and Cepheus seemed to be alright. Was his father? He was around there somewhere...

Page Stromboli of Uranus

Stromboli wasn't sure how to respond to Ibirapita's words. So he didn't. He rubbed the back of his neck, giving Abzu a sympathetic look when Ibirapita's gaze was turned and otherwise turning his attention outward to the people around them. He didn't know what had caused the senshi's coughing fits, and he knew there wasn't anything he, himself, could do about them, but he still found himself wishing idly for a store of lozenges or something that he might be able to hand off. Maybe some cough syrup, who knew. As long as there wasn't blood being coughed up from what he could see, he guessed he would have to be satisfied with not being able to do anything about it.

Rest?

No. Of course not. Where was he getting that idea?

Sailor Ran of Games

Ran covered his face with a hand and tried not to give into the tickling in his chest and throat. If he started coughing, he didn't know how quickly he'd be able to stop, and he needed to be able to pay attention to what was going on. He was tired, suddenly, and he stifled a yawn lest he breathe in even more of the polluted air. He needed to stick close to the others, at least until they knew the best way to tackle the enemies ahead of them--

Super Sailor Phaethon of Happiness

"I don't think you should run. I think you should stay with everyone else. Safety in numbers, you know?" Phaethon looked behind themselves to look her over. "It'll be okay. There's no chaos here." They knew what she was worried about. It was the same thing she was often worried about, that they regularly reassured her would not happen. Her former team would not hunt her down. Even if they tried, he would make sure they couldn't make off with her. To that end, he wanted them to stay with other people. Safety in numbers for her, and an easier time reassuring her for him--

Daedalus did not consider himself some brilliant military strategist, but he’d guided enough riots and strikes to have some form of an idea. And for him—

Well. Unlike many of the other Sesnhi who had arrived on Earth from other worlds, for him, that felt less like centuries ago and more like “last year.” Still.

“I’ll lead the team on the south bridge,” Daedalus declared, “and I trust the rest of you to handle the other three.”

He had to. Trust was the only way.

He buried his face in his elbow, letting a nasty cough rack his way through his body.

Rest. Lay down your burdens. All will be well if you r e s t.

No. It would not be.

Daedalus took a breath. They had to go forward.

“Remember to conserve your strength,” he said. “The greater monster awaits.”

Name: Kaifeng, Squire of Saturn
Action: Trying to stick close to Stribor, but getting separated in the flow of people moving toward the bridges.

Noticing how Stribor seemed a bit shy, maybe even a little bit clingy, Kaifeng turned his attention away from the mysterious Friend Of Grieve (Róka), who may have or may have not been in one of Xingyi-ge’s memories. If they had a chance later, maybe Kaifeng would manage to catch up real quick. But he had a more immediately pressing issue to take care of right now.

“Hey,” Kaifeng whispered gently, just for himself and Stribor to hear, “you’re gonna be okay, buck.” A term he’d heard Stribor using, currently said in the same tone of voice—affectionate, fond, caring—that Kaifeng usually used for saying didi. “Whatever’s waiting on Daedalus’s planet, just stick close by me. We’ll face the trouble together. And when it’s over, we’ll go home, clean up, and if you want to, we’ll put on The Princess Bride.”

Not that a movie would help alleviate any stress in the practical, long-term kind of way. How could Stribor not find this mission at least somewhat stressful, considering what Chaos had done to his own world? Of course he’d be upset. Despite the soft, hopefully reassuring smile Kaifeng gave his brother-from-another-planet, a movie could not change the state of the Chaos on Stribor’s own world. Regardless of how much Dewey liked The Princess Bride, it was only a movie. While it could offer some temporary comfort, they’d need to investigate the Chaos on Stribor on their own, think about how to deal with it, and eventually, when Dewey was ready, make a move.

But that wasn’t going to happen tonight.

As they appeared on Daedalus, the acrid air didn’t seem like it wanted anything to happen tonight. Kaifeng liked to think that he had pretty good lungs, on the whole. He took care of himself in general, and he especially minded his self-care that might affect his music. Lungs impacted both Kaifeng’s singing and his fluting, so he did his best to care for them—but the smog on Daedalus didn’t care. Whatever pollution Daedalus’s people had inflicted on their world before, the Chaos must have magnified it immensely.

Burying his nose and mouth in the crook of his elbow, Kaifeng tried to stick close to Stribor. He’d promised they would stick together. But when Daedalus called for everyone to take on the Chaos monsters by the bridges, the tides of people moving pushed Kaifeng in one direction and Stribor in the other.…… Dammit.

“Stribor! You’ve got this, buck,” Kaifeng called out, angling his voice back the way he’d came. “Do your best! I’ll find you on the island in the center!”

Basic Kitty of Defiance

With those formalities out of the way, Kitty let his attention wander away from Undine and Antisana and out to the scene at large.

He'd heard a lot of Senshi and Mauvians make a big deal about how beautiful space was, and how it was teeming with life and opportunity (as someone who mostly neglected his own world out of complete apathy, he struggled to see it as such), but he couldn't imagine even Mauvian's have much positive to say about a place with such pollution and... sickness, if the leading Man was anything to go by. What exactly were they saving here?

And that weird undercurrent of allure r e s t...

Why would he want to rest in a place like this?

His head canted, finger at his chin in thought as he glanced back to the Page. "Is it always like this? An unhealthy world? A sickly Senshi? It's so depressing." Of course, Kitty hardly sounded too depressed about it. People would say he was being heartless, but why was that his problem, anyway? One of the only reasons he was here was for intrigue- Not out of care or pity. And the other reason... Undine had been out in space before; his greater experience in this regard was a good part of the reason Kitty had answered these summons at all (Undine having more experience than him- in anything, honestly???).

"Well, I suppose we'll just see." At Daeldalus' behest, they broke off and headed toward one of the bridges. Kitty was hardly surprised to find that Undine kept behind him, poor thing.

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