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The sudden wash of chaos from all sides nearly sent Ida into heaves as her eyes flew wide.

They were here... The hospital! She had to call Chariklo, it was time to set her carefully laid plan into motion and hope to god everyone kept their heads about them.

Sending her signal required powering down and in a flash of falling petals, Ida was once more a drab civilian woman in worn out scrubs. Slender hands fumbled for a small flip phone and Orah hit the speed dial 1 to call the Dark Mirror Princess she was depending on. Please, god, Chari... Know what this means, I don't have time to explain... she held the phone to her head only long enough to hear it ring a few times and as soon as she heard the connection click over, she gave desperate cry.

"They're here! Get to the hospital!" Orah shouted at her phone before she napped it shut and stuffed it into her pocket. Out came the gold and purple pen in its wake and she was running for the door even as petals surrounded her and swaths of fabric and feathers fell around suddenly bare feet.

"Hver! Ganymede! Hospital!" Ida called for those she knew, casting around for others she could drag along after her. There were so many auras... Keeping them away from the Oasis long enough for an evac was going to be a challenge. "Naer!"

Eternal Thraen



It would come so- a strike of volume all around them while they had to discuss instead if act. what leaving come from this will be meager indeed to call names and sorrows to the skies, emptied slowly, then all at once of all her bearers- daughters, sons, and others. We haven't tears enough for these sorrows.

Quenton pulled his pen, tossed one of his knives on their table for use. It gave Faust a moment to disembark from the sparkles in the henshin before he retrieved the knife again.

"Members of the Guard, now is our hour!" . They had worked together for years. They knew each other's magic. At least some of their purposes had come painfully clear - see those out who retreated, hold the line, end who they could.

And he needed distance, shifting away from the whole of the group to break the charge and accept it, "2's, Faust!"

A call of which magic to warn there would also be vines.











Knight Næryofjord of Earth (Titanlåvenite)


Already in uniform, already standing, Næryofjord brought his hammer to hand while his eyes went immediately to Hvergelmir near Dionysia. Please stay safe. But that was never our expectation, was it? Lo, there, and let us see our forefathers and foremothers, and join them in honor if the call to us. At least I was here when it came. I can see you one more time. Where is Kairatos? Our fierce friend...Themiscyra, Tanais...maidens of blood.

Come, Mars. Come to war.
"Ja, Ida, I hear!"

If nothing else, he could geas and who thought to attack those of the hospital- the princesses, hver, or the wounded.

When Faust surmounted Thraen's shoulder once more, he dug in with claws while the eternal descended into battle. The call felt old and familiar, much like routine drawn between two longstanding friends, and Faust leapt from shoulder to sprint out of memorized range of the magic. While an agent sought to impale him, Faust darted as best he could to lure any who sought his death toward the flowering patch of vines and sleep.

And in his peripheral, whether auric or visual, he felt the presence of Princess Chariklo while she burst into battle. "Chariklo!" He called, though could provide nothing more, with agents tailing.

He knew, already, that this battle would not end in their favor.

He knew that Thraen knew it too, in all those years spent paired up in hunts into the city. And in that moment, in running toward the thicket around the corner of a pitched tent, he wondered how long ago they realized that they lost the fight for good. How much of it, how much of all of this, was just acting out the routines in ignorance of the end? It saddened him, but he brushed the thought away to protect his resolve.

He would see this through to the end.

A harsh yowl of particular tone would notify Thraen of the number of officers tailing, and thus prepare him for their charge. A quick redirect afforded by claws dug into grass let Faust nimbly dodge any grasp of plant while they drew toward the agents.

A battle was the last thing on Remarque's schedule. He didn't want to be there—he didn't want to fight.

But this was an obligation that might have secured his survival. The survival of his allies. Of his loved ones.

He had heard rumors that the Negaverse had information on Order's locations, but he hadn't thought it was meant to be anything more than a scare tactic. But he must have known he was only deceiving himself. In a way, he had expected the call.

Just not tonight.

There were still things to take care of, things he couldn’t just abandon recklessly. But there were those that he needed alive, for now. And so, he had spoken to Raven. And then he had powered up. And then he went to the hospital.

He did not want to betray his façade of neutrality or disinterest in the war; he did not want to be a target of the Negaverse. He was cautious in his movements, intent to keep as far away from anyone who would report his actions. There were other Dark Mirror Senshi here, though—the Court's fate was sealed. If the Negaverse had not seen them as enemies before, they would now.

Whether they were fighting or not, whether they saw him or not.

This changed everything.

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I have to go to work and won't be back or posting for a few hours, but if anyone would like to interact with Rem they can ;v; He is primarily focused on assisting in evacuation and avoiding Negas!

General Jarosite advanced with the rest of his comrades, a smirk on his face. He stayed close to Painite. Her joy was rather infectious and he found himself elated that this was happening. It was a long time coming. These traitors and white mooners had hid too long and now they were cornered. And they would bleed for their crimes.

"General Painite, let's have some fun," he said to the small general with a grin, brandishing his short swords. Such a wonderful day for killing.

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There was a long since missing face that popped up from one of the corners of the room. Markings glowed along her skin, long bands of gold color that snaked from her eyes over her cheeks to her chin and along each joint of her arms and legs. Not that the later could be seen in her outfit, of course. Short blonde hair was cropped close to her ears still, though one long braid hung from behind her left ear. Her right arm held a small circle shield, while both held chained gauntlets. The Knight's face was grim and she fluffed her shoulders, shifting the nonexistent wings on her back.

Transcended Bifrost Knight had come home to gather supplies and found herself trapped. No amount of calling her wonder could take her back. She was officially trapped on Earth. Now she was trapped in a Chaos raid where probably many people were going to die. The tattoos flared briefly and she stepped out of her corner flinging her shield and chain out in front of her.

"Bifrost Siege Defense!" A rippling energy shield billowed out from the metal disk for a good ten feet on both sides of it. "Get behind the shield!"

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He did not want to be here. He wanted to be in the safe house, teaching children how to read and do math. He did not want to be here. Yet like Remarque, here he was. Hydrus tried to keep to his Prince's side but he knew it wouldn't be long before both sides jumped him. He may spend all his time teaching young ones, but Hydrus wasn't stupid.

A lot of people were going to die.

His court with them.

"What do you need me to do?" he said to Remarque, glancing at the commotion.

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In the back of the room Andronicus watched. She'd been pulled here by the energy that pulled everyone else of Chaos, but she was not on the side of Chaos. Nor, in that, was she on the side of Order to be honest. She'd found her neutrality again, and this time, she was going to act like it. The General steeled herself and watched around for who was active. Her eyes fell on Kerberos for a moment before she started moving around the outskirts of the crowd, watching.

She stood on a very thin wire, balanced between both sides.

Andronicus had no intention of staying on that wire any longer. The opportune moment was needed though. So she waited and watched.

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When Megrez felt the veritable wall of Chaos auras enclose around the camp, she gasped aloud and jolted stick-straight. Dammit, no! They're here! They're really here! As the various Negaverse agents made their entrance, Megrez was left momentarily overwhelmed, unsure of where to go first. Soon, she thought she had found a viable set of goals when she heard a certain Eternal's call to the Guard: Thraen. Thraen was a good, strong fighter, she knew that well. But surely she could assist him in taking down as many Negaverse soldiers as he could? It would be a way to contribute quickly till someone more powerful made their appearance and she could work on removing them from the picture.

Charging to near where Thraen was (but not too close; she didn't want to get caught in his magic), she called out, "I'm coming in to help! Watch your fire, and I'll watch mine!" Not that she needed to watch her fire too much; all of her attacks save her Eternal attack were chiefly single-target in nature. Her Eternal attack could clear a crowd at the cost of most likely getting her allies egged too, though if there was a higher ratio of enemies to allies it might be worth using in this situation. Again, it would be best to wait till someone more powerful entered the picture.

It wasn't very often that Leto felt the call of her mirrored compact these days. Typically the Dark Mirror had kept from calling to her, knowing full well that she was in MirrorSpace and unlikely to come out. Her eyebrows knit as she stood in silence for a moment, deciding whether or not to bother with whatever message she had gotten. After the meeting that took place, it was clear where Leto stood in this war... What could anyone possibly have to say to her at this point?

She summoned her compact to the palm of her right hand and flipped it open to hear Chariklo's panicked voice. Staring blankly at the small mirror, Leto froze. It was time to make a decision and the idea of doing so had her in a panic herself. Closing the compact, Leto moved towards one of the full length mirrors on the wall and emerged on the rooftop of her old apartment building. Powering down quickly, she pulled her cellphone out of her pocket.

Her thumbs moved across the keypad quickly as she sent one quick message to Clarisse. No matter the outcome of this, she needed to make sure that Clary knew how she felt.



Quinn starred down at the screen for a moment, took a deep breath, and pocketed it. She knew that Clary wouldn't see the message any time soon as she was likely powered up herself, whether at this ambush or not, but it comforted her to know that it was sent. Just in case.

Pulling her henshin pen back out, she called out to her asteroid and powered back up into Eternal Sailor Leto. Pushing herself into her Princess form, she pulled her compact back out, remembering that Chariklo mentioned that some Dark Mirror Senshi knew the location of the camp, and called to Cruithne's compact.

"Cruithne. Camp location."

Short and to the point. Leto was of no help in evacuating as she wouldn't be able to move fast enough and her leg made her clumsy. But battle? Battle she could do, because there she could use magic and that is where she thrived.

Penthesilea practically charged into the meeting-hall, a gleeful madwoman's giggle escaping her as she did. To her, striking down her former comrades was a particular delight - and she hoped rather much that at least Megrez and Thraen would be there.

And she spotted them, and laughed, but most of interest to her was the cat. She remembered him - and she knew that he would be a very good way to ensure she caught and held the attention of the two people she most wanted.

So she darted in, teleporting the last few feet.

"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!"



Amytis nodded, an agreement to help ferry, and an acknowledgement that yes, the twins were off the battlefield - safe. She would, even, have done it, and ferried people to safety. In fact, she would have preferred that, because battles were frightening when she wasn't always sure of her voice.

But then Bischofite came, and he was headed for the hospital, and for Chariklo.

No, no no no, not in front of her!

She shoved her wife out of the way, moving as an intercept, and she was caught, certainly, in the hot, sticky web of the General-King's tar. A small, choked scream escaped her - the most she could do, these days.