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The brown haired teenager was disoriented and staggered backwards at the sudden onset of snow and wind, her floppy hat ripping off of her head and tumbling into the snow out of sight and reach. When she was finally able to see there was a woman, one scantly clad, and looking somewhat like the ice dancer she'd met earlier only larger.

Desma wasn't entirely of the opinion that she had a princess, they lived in the United States after all, there was a president..not a king and queen. She did not know of Serenity or the Moon Kingdom just yet, or that the other Senshi had come here in hopes of seeing their Princess.

After her encounter with the cat and receiving a strange item - a henshin pen, is what they called it Desma had become one of those girls..the ones that the news called terrorists, one of the senshi. And of course now she understood that the man she'd run into before had been one and had magic just like she now did.

Desma felt lost and confused, was that a bad guy? The exclamation from a smaller pink senshi seemed to mean that she wasn't on that 'side'. Fumbling in the pocket of her bulky coat she found the strange pen and dodged into an alleyway.

Sailor Gomeisa emerged looking dazed and confused, even if she wasn't sure what was going on there was a sureness, a rightness to being powered up. It made her feel a little less vulnerable to the unknown.

First it had made her obsessed with silly snowglobes, then it had dragged her out into the freezing cold, and now this? Tara threw up her hands in frustration. "Once," she shouted, "just once, can the invading aliens not be freaking evil? It's Christmas, for crying out loud."

For all her bravado, though, inside she was panicking. She had no pen. She had no weapons. All she had were the snowglobes and what she was carrying them in: a fairly utilitarian metal bucket, filled with packing peanuts. Oh, and did she mention it was cold. Because it was really, really, cold.

Much as Tara wanted to run away and leave the battle to the senshi who were slowly showing up on the scene, the part of her was a soldier wouldn't let her. Even ill-prepared as she was, she had to do something, make some sort of effort. If she ran, she wouldn't deserve the second (and third) chance she'd been given.

And if all of you are overwhelmed? the cynical part of her brain asked.

Well. She'd worry about that if it happened. But Tara's faith in the other senshi was strong- it had to be, for her to take a leave of absence- and she knew that if they were mowed down, running wouldn't save her for long. Dumping the snowglobes and styrofoam out of the bucket unceremoniously, Tara hefted her makeshift weapon. She was ready. Or at least, doing a very good impression of it.


The gale caught Sophie right as she was bringing her six (six!) snowglobes to the fountain. Before she could unload any of them, she was blown several feet back, her face instantly numb from the sheer cold of the wind. Even though she closed her eyes as soon as it hit, it took several seconds for her vision to clear. When it did, she blinked several times, still not sure her eyes were working properly.

With little else to do, she turned to the nearest person and pointed at the so-called princess. "Is this still a publicity stunt?" she asked loudly. "Or just some sort of weird aurora variation?" Something leaked on her cheek, only just noticed as she was starting to defrost slightly. Sophie reached up and dabbed at her face, staring at the red staining her gloves. "This is awfully dangerous for a stunt," she murmured, not quite able to put the pieces together.

It was only as the other people started to show up on the scene, people dressed in strange and flashy outfits, that Sophie started to put the pieces together. Some of these people looked like they were wearing the same sort of clothes as the girl who'd caught her in the net. Did that mean that this whole thing was a plot by the terrorists? But how? And why?

Bellatrix was certainly glad she had gotten out of the crowd. However, she knew she'd have to abandon her rooftop perch and jump in to the fray, so the sentiment was bound to be short-lived. Still, she had her attack. She wished she had brought her spear.... That damned thing always got left at home in the most inopportune of times!

"Amazon Chakram!" Bellatrix shouted and released a swirl of golden energy.

Like hell was she going to turn this world, and the people in it, to ice! Bell doubted that her attack, a simple sailor level attack rather than her super level, would do much, much less reach from the distance from which she threw it. With her first attack launched, Bellatrix jumped from the building to join the fray.

Alkaid took a leap backwards as hail began to rain down on the crowd, grimacing as a large chunk nailed her in the shoulder. She wasn't in the mood for temperamental megalomaniacs today.

"Guiding Light, Magnified!" She called out, holding her hands out to either side. Two glowing orbs of light appeared (surprisingly, considering how much Nemesis had drained her). She drew her hands back and let them fly, watching as the homing balls of light soared right towards their target. At least she didn't have to bother aiming! And since she didn't think she had any need to track the ice princess, she didn't have to bother with concentrating. She just hoped that they did enough damage to matter.

"I think we're going to be here a long time, Nem," she murmured, a small grimace on her face. Just when she thought she could go home and get some shut eye! What lie could she come up with for being gone all night AND most of the day? Rohan was going to freak out.

Demy, like so many others, had found his way to the Town Square thanks to the snow globes he had gained over the past few weeks. He had never known what to think of the snow globes, after all they..weren't exactly supposed to be able to talk, and even before that they had held some kind of spell over him. He had always had an addictive personality, but becoming addicted to the tune of some strange snow globe? Addicted to the feel of it, constantly needing to hold one or at least be near one?

This was not normal. Demy...wasn't exactly normal either, but this was an all new kind of weird.

As things turned from weird to just plain bad, the blonde had ducked off nearby and let the comfort of his Negaverse disguise slide over his body. This he knew, unlike the strange snow globes and this one proclaiming to be their princess. This he could handle.

...Even as snow and ice pelted him in his face. He was -really- goingt o have to look into some kind of further protection when he ranked up again. Especially the eyes.

There was another thing that Scheelite found comfort in, which was rushing right in without stopping to think about things. Thinking brought around discomfort and unease, rushing in? ...That was his style. So as the others tried to get their bearings, the Negaverse captain was busy rushing towards the icy throne.
"Ruler? HA! I already have one, thank you very much and I DON'T need another!"
Calling his guitar into his hands, he quickly swung it out at ice threatening to further pelt him, hoping to maybe hit some of her own projectiles right back at her.

Tony looked in horror as the deceptively attractive woman, though Tony did not find her at all alluring and her ridiculous excuse for clothes made him balk. And shiver. Yes, she seemed to be made of snow, but it didn't stop him from thinking that anyone who was human and dressed like that would be quite cold.

Not really the time to be letting his mind wander. He looked around him, noticing senshi popping up to do some fighting. Good! He knew they would, and he knew they would win.

They had to.

Brandishing his cane, he grimaced, face set in grim determination. He was going to do what he could, even if that was just being a distraction. Then he got hit in the face by hail and let out a yelp, immediately ducking under his arms to shield himself. But he had to do something, so he charged forward and swung his cane, he charged forward recklessly.

Or as recklessly as a mostly sensible man with a limp could, at any rate.

Vaguely it registered that Kurma was there and Chibimoon resisted the impulse to start yelling at him. It was his job to know everything about the cosmos, wasn't it? So how didn't he know that she was alive? But that was playing a blame game that really wouldn't get them anywhere, nor would it deal with the screaming hole of grief that had opened itself again inside the young princess. Why hadn't this b***h stayed dead?! Sailor Moon had destroyed her in what they had all thought was the most certain way ever. Was it because she was gone now, unable to protect her planet? But Chibimoon was here!

Chibimoon would stand.

A hand lightly rested on Hugbell's shoulder and said firmly. "Because the bad ones are the most loud. But the good ones always win." Or died trying. Chibimoon would not let this young girl die, even if it meant that her own last breath was spent ordering the girl to run away and never henshin again. Little girls did not need to die fighting power wars. Turning, a glimpse of sage caught her eye. "Juno! We need to send this icy monster back to the rock she fell off of! Moon Tiara Magic!" It flew from her fingers as the order spilled from her mouth in easy Japanese. With any hope, some damage would be done!