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Summoning her phone from subspace, Bellatrix stared at it a moment as it buzzed. The power... To cross the universe, Bellatrix assumed? She wasn't...entirely sure about that. She wasn't sure she wanted that. There were enough problems simply by their existence on earth, who knew what damage they could cause in space?!
Of course, that was her assuming that they'd be followed out there. Assuming that this was was going...intergalactic. Bellatrix wasn't sure where all this concern came from, but come it did. She had a hard time silencing her thoughts so she could do as this guy said and listen. For a time she thought about giving up - her mind was simply too busy right now. But then there it was - the music of the universe. One sound stood out amongst all of them in her ears. Once she heard it, Bellatrix wondered how she could have ever not.

What has been heard can not be unheard, so to speak.

The sound that same loudest to her, was like the wail of blade sliding across blade - metal singing, ringing,...

The Senshi of Rogue Waves bit back a sigh as he continued to drift, staring at everyone from a ninty-degree angle. He felt a bit envious at the other senshi for their control (nevermind that most didn't dare to venture from their upright and locked positions). And yet... The boy moved to sit up, grinned, and moved his arms in a circular fashion to perform a flip. Two flips. Several. Come to think of it, how often did you get to go out into space?!

As Kurma began to speak once again, the boy turned to face him. Or tried to -- attempts to face Kurma resulted in the boy pulling off several hairpin double backwards sideways helix barrel rolls IN SPACE before a quick triple twist flip kick spin IN SPACE spun him into a more manageable position, just in time for his phone to go off.

And send him on a tubularr cellular jump snatch collect call backflip IN SPACE while he summoned his cellphone, summoning the device and clenching it until he managed to stop himself by grabbing onto Eskimo's shoulder for support. He suddenly wondered how far he could swim in space if he pushed of- NO! Focus, he told himself, looking to Kurma.

"Listen?" He repeated, confused. He tilted his head to one side and waited. And waited. He winced and glared at the various senshi who spoke, sending them each a pointed glare as he struggled to comprehend. What was he listening for? Why couldn't the senshi who kept yapping come a bit closer so he could stuff a glove into their mouths to get them to shut up?

Merope carefully and slowly brought his knees up to his chin in the fetal position, one leg at a time to stare at the Earth and the stars beyond it. He closed his eyes and let out his breath slowly, trying. There was silence; there were the senshi breathing; there were... Wait. He held his breath. He could hear it now: the voices, the music, each note of every cosmic substance.

The boy slowly let himself fall into a loose standing position (or it would be if he was standing straight up, but alas he was still somewhat on his back. Or he was going down a slide). He could hear it, now that he knew what he was looking for. But it wasn't his, the cosmos. He was part of it; some parts began to fade as a melody became louder. Parts began to fade away, first one, two, three, four -- another voice joined in, then another. It was different from the louder sound, and yet... And yet there was something comforting in the quartet, something that lingered before one was left.

One voice, one song that sounded faint all by itself. But it wasn't just the sound -- the sensation of something rolling under his feet, the cool thrum of something against his back that made him spread his arms and bask in the profound sense of freedom. The wild, carefree song that made him raise his head and square his shoulders every time he henshined up. He was Sailor Merope, Senshi of Rogue Waves, and the sound of his star brought a blissful grin to his face.

He almost felt panic as he lacked basic moving ability. The world Castor know was far out of reach, a fact that became more and more apparent as time trickled by. The simple touch from Perseus however... It grounded him. She was real. As real as him. Physical. Solid. What he was seeing, experiencing...it wasn't some grand illusion. It wasn't a trick. It was real. It was totally and completely real. His heart slowed as he started to feel...calm. It was the closest term he could think of to how he felt. It, this place, this space, they were in-it was so empty. Yet at the same time...Watching Kurma talk, seeing him stand in front of earth- Castor felt like he was just a tiny fragment of something bigger. Bigger then anything he'd ever known and couldn't possibly even truly understand. This place was not void. It was full. Full of a thing so grand his mind just couldn't absorb it all. The feeling swallowed him whole, and left the senshi of hail floating under the vastness.
The immense unmeasurable place that he had simple known as space.

Castor's phone sounded and like a trigger, sound flooded his senses. It wasn't just his ears that felt it. It was in the pit of his gut. It ran down his spine, his arms and out his finger tips and toes. It echoed in his skull. A vibrating thrum like the waves crashing on a silent shoreline. A sound ever moving and powerful, yet it was so basic, just like breathing. You wouldn't notice it unless you wanted to find it. As Castor listened, he thought he could feel another sound. Not hear it, but feel it.
It was a crash, the ting and crack of ice, the sound of shattering and shaping, the thunderous boom of impact. The twang of resonance with a thousand tiny crystals as each one landed on some far away surface. It was a wild, uncontrollable sound, violent and powerful, a force Castor couldn't even think of mimicking or replicating. However...He felt no fear as it rang out inside of his thoughts. He felt oddly relaxed. Like he had heard the sound a thousand times and it was now just a familiar echo, something basic and pure. It was just another part of him.
Yet- There was another part. It wasn't his part but it was close to him, familiar. A tiny sound that was perfectly in harmony. That wasn't his sound, but it was close. It was just like his while being so different. It wasn't his. His sound. His song. The song of a place he just knew. Castor. The word felt like it was stuck in his body, yet the feeling was not unpleasant. Far from it. It was just and vital to his life as blood and bone. Castor. This song that echoed in what he could only vaguely call his soul. It was him.

He opened his eyes, not realizing he'd closed them while the sound a sent him into a gentle lull. Without realizing it, Castor felt his facial muscles move. He'd been smiling. Looking at Kurma, Castor was unsure of what to say.

So he just smiled wider.

-The ringing of her phone caught her attention from where it had been clutched, and forgotten, in her hand. The power to show the others? Could she actually travel others to space like Kurma had with her phone now? Or was it more figurative of a 'show them'?

His silence had drawn her attention back after a moment curiously, catching him mid 'trance', and when he spoke of singing she'd immediately began her search again. She'd been searching with her eyes, but she needed to search with her ears?

Perhaps it was because she had been looking before.. or maybe it was because they were so close to her namesake in it's watch over the earth. But Polaris, the north star of Earth, the star that had led so many stray sailors and adventurers in the past sang as loud and proud as it's senshi ever had. It was loud and brilliant, unwilling to be drowned out or forgotten now that it's 'voice' had finally caught it's warrior's attention.-

It took a long time -- longer than everyone else -- to hear the low sound of the cosmos, and even then it was soft, as if muffled.

She sat there for an indefinite period of time, eyes closed, listening to the sound of her own breathing of the air that should not have existed. Space and time were relative, and so she did not look for where she knew the Pegasus Constellation was in the sky, did not worry about finding it quickly. Instead, she concentrated on nothing but her steady breathing. In and out. Slow and methodical. The sound, inaudible to any ears but her own, was peaceful, and slowly Pegasus felt her muscles start to relax, having never noticed that she had been on guard this entire time. Floating here in the depth of space, she allowed herself to give in to the nothingness. Occasionally another senshi would break the near-silence, the half-murmured comment or gasp sounding loud compared to the nothingness of everything else, but beyond that everything was still.

Completely still. There was no song, no music, no pulse or beat. Just silence.

There was a faint hesitation as she opened her eyes finally, finally, the disappointed resignation clear in her eyes as she looked up at Kurma, like the last puppy left in the box on the street. The distinction between 'why' and 'why me' was subtle and the line between the two blurred, so much so it was hard for her to tell which she was asking herself. Still, she furrowed her eyebrows questioningly, staring at the man as if expecting him to have all the answers -- he so clearly knew so much, surely he did. Yet the answer was simple -- she didn't have to ask, knowing the moment she met Kurma's eyes.

Doubt.

It was only then, after the moment of recognition, that she heard the low, steady, comforting hum. It was soft, but steady, like the sound of a cello resonating gently, built upon by the rest of the orchestra, never overwhelming. In fact, the sound was almost lost amongst the crescendo of the surrounding cosmos. She knew it was not going to come to her strong -- not now. Not with the sense of despondency she had allowed to overtake her. Yet it was there, soft but steady, and even as she listened it grew louder, as if in hearing it it was inclined to reply. It had not abandoned her.

The thought left a little ache in her chest -- relief, perhaps guilt -- and she looked away from Kurma, relaxing once more.

"Call home?" Merope echoed as he looked to his phone. What time was it? If he called home wouldn't he wake up his parents? No, wait -- that was Earth-home. He took a deep breath as he flipped open his phone. He could hear it -- the melody that sang softly to him. The feeling of euphoria, the tang of soft blue light...

Without openign his eyes, Merope pushed the send button, the number already dialed.

A lot of things had happened since mid-october.

First he met a talking cat.

Said talking cat revealed that he was some sort of super-hero.

Then he beat up a monster inside a McDonald's restroom with said talking cat.

Then he figured out his best friend was also a super-hero, and from then on it had all went, one thing after the other - Bell, Halloween, his broken arm, crystals...

But he had to admit, this was probably the craziest of them all. Being basically told that you where an alien and were now about to literally do an ET phone home ?

And yet, he couldn't go back to Earth. Not now. His asteroid was singing, waiting, it's lure stronger than danger, stronger than fear of the unknown, stronger than the lure of any siren.

He pushed that button, listened to the call, let it fill his mind whole until there was nothing left going into it - no more fear, no more worry, no more stress.

Just Themis' song.

Maia listened to Kurma speak, but it was a bit hard for her to concentrate with the wonderful symphony of music filling her ears and quite frankly her whole being. For a moment she did quite understand what it was he had asked. Had she heard him correctly.

He'd said call home, right? Then calling earth would send her back, so then Earth wasn't home and her phone could take her home. She just had to focus.

She listened and it did not take much effort, her star was singing to her a little more loudly and it was easy to focus on that light. Maia, her star.

She opened her eyes once more and flipped open her cellphone, which seemed to be becoming more and more important every moment and with home in her mind, she pressed send. Oh this was so very surreal and wonderful and fun.