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Hierapolis, Squire of Cybele

There was a sense of helplessness about it all - having done what they could so far, and yet at the same time not knowing really what they could do further, except be here and reply on the mercy of the power of hope. And the tall Squire of Cybele might had had less hope if he didn't have as much of a future to look forwards to as he did - a future that stood close beside him with an uncharacteristically grim and serious look on her face.

Wedding planning had been set aside once the gravity of the situation had been made more clear - because what use was a wedding if the world was to end tonight? So though perhaps selfish, wanting to fight for the world's continued existence so that they could have their future was a big part of what brought them here.

Hierapolis placed a comforting hand on Steins shoulder and held her close as the Eternal Senshi nestled close to his side. Usually it was Steins who offered the comfort, optimism, and levity, but this time it was Hierapolis' quiet and gentle presence that leant her a breath of courage.


Steins, Eternal Senshi of Patchwork

Steins liked to pretend that all this was just some fantasy, some LARP, some big silly game and that the stakes weren't as real and serious as they were. Seeing everyone gathered here though, it brought everything to reality. No, that wasn't quite true - over the past few weeks as the situation's dire nature was made more and more apparent, it had sobered up the bubbly little pixie of a senshi.

Although she was not someone who spent too much time thinking about the future and just floated along in life, there were things she wasn't ready to give up on, and the tangible threat of non-existence had made that very apparent. Granted, there would be no regret or anything if the world were to just be erased in an instant, she didn't like thinking about it.

Steins squeezed the comforting hand on her shoulder and leaned her head into her fiance's side. If hope was enough to save them, then...then surely there was no way they would fail.....

...Right?


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Danube, page of Cybele

Danube instinctively sought out Cybele or Siegfried as soon as she got to the gathering place, but hadn’t seen them yet. Granted, she didn’t know if they or any of the other Cybele knights were even there. Rubbing the back of her neck, she tilted her head until she heard a crackle in her inner ears. She’d been up half the night working on a new portfolio piece and hadn’t really been prepared to be dragged out to god knows where on the outskirts of the city. But she was here now, and that was the important thing.

Unfortunately, so too it seemed were the forces of Chaos and the Negaverse. Everyone seemed to be employing a truce, however, and Danube decided it wouldn’t do her any good to disrupt that. So she kept her arms and legs inside the proverbial ride as she walked around, looking.

She could swat her arrow at the snake in the sky, she guessed, if it came down to it? But if it could shoot lightning at them, she was ********.

Hy-Brasil, Transcended Knight of Earth


Finally. The supposed possible world ender was making its debut. Having the city feeling like it was being crushed under the impending weight of the future was exhausting for so many reasons. Hy-Brasil wasted no time in responding to whomever had sent out the message and she was not surprised one iota by the gathering of people.

It was a surreal scene. Order, Chaos, and everyone else unaligned standing on a green hill with the blinking of satellites and the purple haze of a shield in the back ground. Meanwhile the sky threatened them form above in a scene that was a new one for the city. Hy let herself take it in for a minute or so, before training her eyes to scan the surrounding faces.

She purposely avoided any large groupings of negaverse agents. Relying on the threat of impending doom wasn’t enough for her to feel comfortable enough to trust that the negaverse may not attack. Especially any that may hold vendette’s.

As she mingled around, her eyes were drawn to one of the more brighter figures in the sea of colors. the yellow and blue Deep Space Senshi stood out like a sore thumb once one noticed her. And, while she and Grieve may not have a ‘friendship’ the alien was a familiar face and a competent one at that. So, the Knight hastened her way over, making sure not to get too close with how messily the woman was devouring the questionable meat on her skewer.

“Honestly, a part of me is a bit surprised to see you here, Grieve. I wasn’t sure if defending Earth would really be your style.” Hy summoned her staff as she took up a spot near the other senshi. Her weight shifted, giving the staff some of it as the faint smell of sandalwood began to drift from her incense burner.

Pendour, Knight of Neptune

She wasn’t sure that she wanted to watch. There were patterns here that she recognized. Danger, of course. It was hard to miss the way the sky had come alive like something awful- like the worst parts of Encke’s magic, but magnified a thousandfold.

And there was something else, too. There was the response to the danger. She could feel that, too, as she made her way over to where they had been directed to meet. Auras, a nearly smothering amount of all kinds of them. This was what happened when these great threats came up, she had found. People were willing to put aside their differences when something like this came up.

They were able to put aside their differences in order to try to focus their own awful destruction on an outside target.

She didn’t know which would win, between the destruction of a being of pure hunger from the edges of the galaxy, or the destructive nature of humanity.

She wasn’t sure she wanted to watch the fallout. But on the other hand, with the lives of so many of her loved ones hanging in the balance, she didn’t know that she could look away.

Her hand was in Abzu’s. She wasn’t letting him go, as she looked over the group of people in front of her. There were some others around them, including a new alien senshi that he’d brought into his house, but she wasn’t quite looking at any of them.

“I don’t quite remember,” she murmured, her voice a bit softer than usual, the kind of softness that meant she was frightened. “Were you there, the last time everyone was all in one place like this? When the Velencyans first came, and Lyndin turned against Caedus, and-“ with her free hand, she ran her fingers over her other forearm, where the pockmark scars still showed against her tanned skin as the evidence of that night.

“This,” she whispered. “This is going to be worse, I think.”

Knight Halle of Lysithea
Action: arriving with Lisse, Almere, and Mechelen

Finally. The message had been met with a single moment of profound relief; followed by a tension that doubled and tripled in its wake. The were no more time for planning or preparation beyond contacting his family and Tilly to make sure they would all be there. All of them together this time.

And moving toward those coordinates, and the blazing aura of Chaos winding through it, Halle had never been so glad to have family and allies by his side. He caught site of Santa Maria Novella right away, knowing to look on the fringes of the gathering rather than the center of things.

As the neared the squire, Halle paused and turned to the other three and after a moment, hugged his brother, Lisse. Then gave a crushing bearhug to Almere. Then fumbled a sort of hug with Mechelen because he forgot how hugs worked and the way in which arms did things.

He didn't apologize for all the things he probably should be apologizing for, for the mistakes he'd made in the past year. Honestly he might never. But he did try to make one thing clear, "I um. I'm going to help protect you guys. Because you're all strong enough to be here, and we're here to support one another. Not because I think you're weak, okay? But because we're a team."

And then, muttered quickly, "And I love you."

Looking over at Santa Maria, Halle smiled despite the dire situation, "It's good to see you made it." He didn't say he was proud of the other boy, but it was writ clear across Halle's face. "This is Lisse, my brother. Almere my cousin. And Mechelen my uh...Mechelen. Everybody this is Santa Maria Novella of Ganymede."

Stromboli, squire of Uranus, Super Sailor Ran of Games, and Sailor Onasilos of the Self

Stromboli had found Ran, Encke’s apprentice of sorts, in the crowd as soon as he got there, and now he was looking for Basiluzzo–who he knew was there because he’d gotten Safira’s complaint when Basiluzzo left without her. Finding Abzu had been easy enough. He was with Pendour, who was tall, as well as a new person entirely, who was also very tall. Or, at least, much taller than Abzu was. A couple inches shorter than Stromboli, if he had to guess.

Anyway, it wasn’t important. “Think we’re ready for this?” was his question to the others as he approached with Ran in tow. It was more rhetorical than anything. Of course they weren’t ready. How could they be? What could they possibly have against the amount of lightning coming down at them, aside from sheer numbers? Maybe sheer numbers would help them win the day.

Stromboli prayed he wasn’t about to make Safira a widow. She would never forgive him.

Pendour had Abzu’s hand, so Stromboli rested a hand on Abzu’s shoulder and gave Pendour a strained smile in greeting before turning his head to the tailed senshi standing there with Abzu. “Stromboli, Uranus squire. What’s your name?”

“Onasilos.” Onasilos turned his attention to the self-identified Uranus squire, the ‘s’s in his name hissing a little bit. “I have just met Abzu yesterday. I am living in his house for the time being.” He turned his black-and-gold eyes to Pendour. “Forgive me for not introducing myself.” Then, his gaze slid past Stromboli to the person standing behind him. Young, male, a puff of dark brown hair surrounding his face. “Who is this?”

“Oh! This is Ran. He’s one of Encke’s, but I found him first.” Ran inclined his head in greeting and gave a small wave. “Have any of you seen Encke or Basiluzzo yet?”

Mauvian Illyria - (cat form for now)

Where else would Illyria be in this type of possible world-ending scenario then trailing after her bonded partner? Ever since she had shaken off the general feeling of malaise that had afflicted her after visiting the Chamber of Prayer on the Moon had Illyria decided that if the Earth was doomed than she'd go all out in trying to defend not only Ida, but everyone else that called this wonderful planet home. Her fur had been neatly groomed before she had departed the apartment but even as she trotted after Ida did her gaze swing left and right. The sense of so many members of chaos on the field caused her hackles to rise.

This called to mind another hilltop clearing battle and Illyria's ears flicked back and forth. For now it appeared if those of the Negaverse were holding to the idea of a truce to work together to defeat the threat that Earth was facing. It still didn't stop her from muttering under her breath.

"Bad day. Bad bad bad bad."




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