...yeah he'd pick Mirrorwalking over this s**t any day. Loke was less than pleased as he trotted off after Remarque and the others, at least relieved that they were going a lot closer to the White Moon folks and not the freaking... Nega Queenie who was strutting around. And the other high ranking Negas. No thanks.
He frowned though a bit to Remarque as they reached their apparently new spot. "Uh... hey uh. I don't see a huge a** mirror. How's all the s**t gonna happen? Or we all need to start breaking out the compacts?"
He was at least relieved to have found more Cosmos knights--there were a few around, but before he could suggest trying to kinda... moving over to anyone, the whole world just... went crazy.
Yetzirah at least appreciated when Einhornhohle took hold of his hand and began to lead them elsewhere, because the poor guy damn near was frozen in terror when he caught a glimpse of the giant snake. "H-how... how do we kill that? It's... it's huge..." He didn't mean to let the words slip out, but they did, between prayers uttered beneath his breath. Somehow, he didn't think the thing would care very much if it was tickled with a feather that to it was smaller than a grain of rice.
Laeadr suddenly remembered he had, in fact, met this man. This absolutely gorgeous man to whom he blurted out a ******** "hello nurse" like he was a cartoon. At least Lionel didn't seem to mind. He ignored his blush in favor of thinking about the question Lionel had asked.
"I think he's the... museum guy? There was that whole thing with those weird bugs a while back," he answered, nose scrunched in thought. "And, uh, I'm Laeradr, in case you didn't remember. Or I didn't say."
The wind picked up, and in a very dizzying blink, they were on a different plane, like some kind of D&D s**t (which he was proud of himself for knowing! he was learning from the nerd sessions he was going to with his friends!!).
"Oh, my stomach didn't like that," he groaned, trying to keep himself steady without grabbing onto the hot guy, because he didn't want said hot guy to think that he was faking just to cop a feel at the end of the freakin' world.
Amsvartnir took a deep breath. They could do this. He eyed the purple alien group with suspicion, though. They were nearby and he wasn't sure if he trusted them.
Maya understood that a lot was going on and perhaps her introduction hadn’t been heard. But she felt gladdened when one of the Knights with vivid green eyes and a pink hat with feathers (Halle) acknowledged her with a warm smile.
But then a power surged, tilting the balance between Order and Chaos more in Negaverse’s favor when another Sovereign appeared. She felt her heart sink into the pit of her stomach as the storm surged around them.
Disorienting as she may be, Maya recovered quickly when the winds quieted and the murmur of those around her started drifting further away as groups began to disperse. “Well, here’s hopin’ these shiny trinkets actually do somethin’ yeah?” she said with a dry laugh. “Otherwise, I don’t know how these are meant to be any use,” she waved the small bouquet of golden Gingko leaves like a fan in front of her face.
Maybe I can make it sneeze…
I'm sorry I don't remember who all is in this group. (character names)
Lavendulan had no opinion on which way they went, whether it was to their right towards Axinite and Queen Laurelite, or left after whoever this Benitoite was that Miyamoto mentioned. She assumed it was the General holding some illuminated item but without asking she couldn’t be sure.
While her instincts were sharp, Lavendulan lacked the feral hunger Wolframite had for a good battle. Yet, the way his hand enclosed her grounded her in a way that words could not - a gesture she took as a wordless promise he would stay near.
She reached out, gently placing a clawed hand between Staurolite’s shoulder blades, a silent nudge to keep pace. They couldn’t afford to lose each other in this chaos. “Stick close,” she reminded him quietly.
Tallulah, agitated by the frequent lightning strikes, followed after them.
Trailing several feet behind General Lavendulan’s youma, Meridiana couldn’t shake the sense of being overlooked, if not entirely forgotten, as she followed Miyamoto. Had Zinkenite been here, she would’ve known exactly where to go. But in truth, Meridiana could count her ties within the Negaverse on a single hand.
Her eyes swept across the crowd, catching familiar faces. Thre was Hatsya being tugged along by a General, Albite standing near Queen Hessonite, and up ahead was Benitoite, holding something that glowed like a beacon. It was toward him her small group had now seemed to be headed.
Well, she thought with a quiet sigh. It’s not like I’ve got better options.
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DMS Eternal Melpomene. Location: E6 Action: Getting a wedding ring and getting ready for the fight.
When the sky seemed to tear itself open Melpomene wasn't ready for it, he'd expected it to rip through and join them here not for them to get pulled through some tears it made. It didn't make sense, not really, he thought it would come down to Earth and yet he was being pulled into some holes in...space? He wasn't sure but he also didn't have time to think on it as he was being yanked off his feet and hurled through one of the tears and to someplace else.
The landing was far from gentle, sending him to the ground where he rolled and hit into someone, it took several moments before he could pick himself up off the ground. Once he was up and on his feet he was looking around, ignoring how his clothing was rumpled bunched in places, he didn't have time for his uniform. His bright eyes were already looking around them and trying to make sense of this. Was this some sort of...pocket demension or something? Because again - it made no sense. It had been in the air above them, they'd seen peeks of it, so it wasn't up in space and they weren't in space now either. So why had it needed to pull them here...into the sky? Or maybe it wasn't? They had been pulled somewhere and it had a floor...
Shaking his head, reminding himself of the need to focus, he took a moment the decide he needed to find Chalcanthite even if the other didn't want him close to him...didn't want others to know about them. But where to go? There were so many people and they were all a lot less spread out.
While looking, almost frantically, he heard the others voice and took a breath - a big one. They were coming...they weren't going to hide from him. Desiree and another mauvian would be here as well. Breathing, this time slower, and then Chalcanthite was there at his side. Turning he looked down as he felt his hand being grasped and his glove being removed, about to ask what the other was doing, he found the words caught in his throat as he saw what they were doing. "Chal..." Whispered, not even able to form the others whole name, before he was moving closer and embracing the other.
"Thank you." Whispered even as the other was turning his focus onto the lieutenant that was with them. "Looks like one of your team found me and decided to keep me company." Though he did out rank her, and could better hold his own, he didn't mind her company one bit. "Desiree." Smiling to her his gave moved to the other mauvian then. "And you are?" He might as well asked, know who she was, this was the end of the world and such things were important after all.
"I'll keep that in mind and once this is over you're teleporting us out. I don't trust order not to try and do something...whatever little they can manage after this." Because they might try...even if it amounted to throwing rocks and sticks. He wanted to be out of here and home as soon as this was over.
"Now though we focus on the task at hand and be glad your Queen is here."
When the storm picked up and Vauxite heard his sister let out a startled scream, he instinctively reached out and wrapped his arms around her protectively despite the pain he felt from the pressure of the storm closing in around them. Only when the howling winds quieted did he pull away just enough to look down at Markeb and make sure she was safe.
But then the group began to move and Vauxite didn’t have time to wait for his sister to come to her senses. “Wa-wait!” she protested when he’d grabbed hold of her wrist to pull her along.
“No, either join your Court now or come with me but you’re not staying here alone.” His words were more forceful than he meant and the look on her face looked appropriately startled.
“O-ok, I’m coming. I just…” her words fell to silence as he turned on his heel and hurried her towards Rakovanite and Narcissus, as well as Diasporite. All Vauxite needed was her confirmation that she was coming with him, anything else was unimportant and did not need to be said, at least not right now.
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Knight Gorner of Castor Location: B9 Action: With Caliban and going to look for Alcor and Kemi.
"Would you be surprised if there were various species of these things?" She questioned, a hand on her hip, there would be no surprise found within her if she were told there were various spoecies of world eating monsters in space. Space was big, big enough she didn't even have the ability to fathom it, but that meant it was vast enough for many of these sorts of things to be drifting and feeding as they went about. "Be glad it was a baby, this thing seems massive." And before any more could be said, before she could find out who her cousins friend was, the lightening stuck the ground and split the air open as if air were a solid thing.
What pulled her off her feet and yanked her into one of the rips was immsense, a lot of force and power, and she didn't know if she'd screamed or not. Her voice was ripped from her, she couldn't hear herself over the air rushing in her ears, and when she hit the ground it was hard and had her gasping in pain. pullgin herself to her feet slowly Gorner took the time to look for her little group. "Caliban! Alcor!"
When she spotted Caliban she hurried over. "We should find Alcor, it's best we don't get seperated. This thing....we're closer to it now." And closer to the end...she could only hope this wouldn't be the end for them. Others were picking themselves up, groups reforming, new groups were forming and more was going on. "We're working on your homeworld and my wonder when this is over...and a vacation." Somewhere fun where they could do some sort of activities wether it be snowboarding or surfing or something else...a break was needed after this.
"That thing is huge..." She whispered, looking up to the sky, she was trying to ignore that it felt like they were in a clear box floating in the sky...because that had to be what was going on - right?
Location: I4 Action: Following Lavendulan and Wolframite (and Miyamoto and Stichtite by extension), looking around, trying not to freak out
It was…hard not to panic. He did his best not to, particularly not in front of several generals, particularly not when the situation called for calm, collected, level-headed thinking to try and keep the world from, you know…ending. But it was hard, between the sudden move to probably not Earth and the after-effects of that, and then movement by anyone and everyone around him.
General Lavendulan's hand on his back was a comfort, at least, enough to keep him from completely losing it. Glancing toward her, he gave a nod at the simple enough instructions to stick close and followed as best he could. He couldn't help but look up and around every once in a while, catching glimpses of whatever-it-was moving in the clouds…
"We're meant to kill that...?" he asked in whispered tones, mostly to himself. Probably wasn't a great idea to have doubts about them succeeding, but…well.
"Encke, this is even more intense than your world is," Viatrix stumbled on her feet as she tried to reorient herself. How was Encke just standing there like nothing was affecting him at all?
Unfair.
For Encke's part, perhaps it was the fact they were an actor kicking in. The most important part of being a veteran in this fight was being someone that others could lean on.
He could do that by not seeming afraid.
"We should regroup away from this crowd," offered Encke, quietly, as he tried to scope out where they could set themselves up. There were a few aliens nearby, but also a few captains. Best to not get sucked into the weeds.
A walking stick might not be very useful, especially not against some giant serpent, but he still did summon it. It would if nothing else keep people away from him, if he swung it anyway, and maybe he'd get a chance to smack this world ending serpent with it. He doubted it would do anything, if it were even noticed by the beast, but it was something he could do as he really didn't know what magic he did have and if it would even be useful in this situation. He really wasn't a fighter but he also was annoyed with this thing. How dare some monster from space come here with the intent of eating them all? He might not like most people, especially his own family, and would happily offer them up as offerings to it but he did not like the idea of the whole damn planet becoming a midnight meal for the beast. It was annoying him terribly because he'd had to do things and...socalize. He would very much like to smack it a few times in return for all the trouble it had caused him.
Had he known Halle was even thinking of him exiting his little hat shop he'd have told the other no, a simple no. He would not leave his hat shop on Ganymede, it was his and he didn't care what others had, he only cared for what belonged to him. But he didn't know and the sky had decided to tear itself apart before pulling them into the rips...and spitting them out...in the air? They weren't floating nor were they falling, as they rightfully should be, as he pushed himself to sitting he took a moment to look around and pat the...ground. It didn't feel like ground but it was solid...but there looked to be nothing under foot. This was just annoying.
"Curious..." He whispered to himself, though if someone were close enough they might have word the single utterance from him.
Watching as the knight with the giant spoon went to help someone, saying something about sticking together, he couldn't help but respond as he stood up. "And if we don't want to stick together." It wasn't exactly a question, more of a comment really, he never hid the fact that he wasn't social and didn't like being apart of groups and why should he stop now? He was just verbalizing it rather than doing as he did in school - avoiding everyone.
Finally he decided to do something, though it really wasn't much, as used his walking stick to stand up and go looking for his mentor. Along the way he pointed the other two Ganymede kngihts back toward Halle and his group.
She had been wandering, looking for her General, she knew Kafka wasn't here but she wanted to be here. Still though she hadn't found him, and didn't know where he would be, she knew he'd be in the thick of things but before she could find him things took a huge turn for the worst. The lightening struck hard and the sky ripped apart, it had already been bubbling and spilling over, and now she was being pulled through a rip in air. It was like being teleported but by someone who had no idea what they were doing, was unskilled, and the landing was very rough as she landed in a heap of fabric and limbs.
"Oh!" Shouting and huffing as she fixed herself and started patting down her dress, ignoring the pain from the landing, she would have bruises form that landing by morning but that really didn't matter right now. She needed to smoothe out her dress, and remove any dirt from it, as she stood up on her bare feet and was glad to not be in heels like some others here were. She couldn't imagine wearing heels, that seemed rather dangerous, and she thought for a moment that she might make sure everyone on her generals team had proper shoesi n subspace. Once this was over she'd speak with them all.
Speaking of her General...where was he? And off she went to find him...she needed to make sure he was ok, and see if the others were with him. While she looked, tail twitching in annoyance, Katya caught a glimpse of the beast in the sky. "That's not good...that's massive..." Their Queen was here, and they had so many officers here, but that thing was huge. Huffing again the mauvian took a moment to adjust her little fabric crown before she continued, glaring up towards the sky, her tail was fluffed up in annoyance and she could feel the static in the air. The airs on her arms were standing on end, and she was sure some strands of silvery hair was standing up atop her head as well. She didn't like storms and getting wet.
As the wind surged again, sending her absurdly long hair whipping behind her, Fluorapatite turned her head toward the Captain at her side. Her gaze flicked to the dagger held tightly in his grip, then back to his cold glacial blue eyes with a calm expression.
“Your assistance would be greatly appreciated,” she said smoothly, her voice untouched by fear. With a graceful turn, she offered him her back, and with one hand she gestured precisely at the name of her neck… an unspoken request to free her from the burden of the tangled mess pale strands and beads.
Dravite hesitated but was in no place to protest an Eternal’s request. He gathered her hair and with a clean cut the locks were discarded in a pile beside them.
“Thank you,” Fluorapatite spoke quietly as the lightning strikes intensified and the pressure around them worsened. Though she looked unphased, the Senshi of Static was definitely feeling the effects of dizziness and the onset of a migraine, but there were feelings she had been used to for the last few years.
The setting around them shifted and those that gathered in the field were spreading out around what looked like five cardinal points though there was a significant gap between two where the Vanguard huddled together.
“We should stay near the Sovereigns,” Dravite suggested.
Unburdened of the responsibility of picking a place to stand, Fluorapatite nodded her head in agreement. “Let’s not crowd them.” Her gaze settled on a Lieutenant with raspberry-colored hair (Spectrolite) and a Corrupt who looked very much like a wraith (Rigel) were standing an equal space between General King Jet and General King Axenite. “We’ll join them,” she raised a hand and pointed in their direction. “If either Sovereign needs help we’ll be close enough to assist.”
Her strategy was sound and offered flexibility to aid whichever one may become overburdened by whatever came next.
The two moved forward, Dravite’s hand paced against her back, but Fluorapatite paused when a lost Mauvian (Katya) stepped into her path. Rather than get upset the Corrupt slipped her hand into the young woman’s and spoke softly, “It’s not safe here, come with us.”
Acrucis felt unbelievably sick from the atmospheric pressure that weighed down upon her. Her entire body hurt, ears popping painfully causing her to sway from the dizzy spell that over came her. It felt like the air had been stolen from her lungs, that she'd been dragged through fire and ice before all became still.
She’d barely had a chance to draw in a desperate breath before Kaifeng was already moving. It was a struggle to stand let alone keep up. Acrucis stumbled, tried to reach out and stumbled again. Fear gripped her when the Calamitous Hallow appeared above them, made her knees go weak and near impossible to stand.
"I feel ... ill," admitted Richtersveld, quietly, against her better instinct. She always wanted to look like the strong one, but right now the world was spinning and while it was starting to settle it wasn't necessarily immediate.
Dumuzi frowned. "Sis, you need some sunglasses or something?"
Without Targovishite here to help guide her, Salar de Uyuni didn’t know what to do, or where to go as the group dispersed. Few held items that glowed brightly and seemed to be pulling them in different directions.
Every face was new to her.
Being a newly awakened Page had left her at a severe disadvantage and so she looked around for anyone who had a uniform similar to her own. There were a few who had pastel outfits, who looked like they had been plucked from a Shakespearean play or a nursery rime. A couple who looked like they belonged in a painting that had golden moons which was perhaps close enough to what she was looking for. But before she could move in any one direction, Salar spotted a small group that had colors and symbols that matched her own.
She followed after them, hoping they’d welcome her.
