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"s**t.." In a split second of him shouting like he was out of his goddamn mind, two people came up to him, and their presence was like trying to breath in steam. It BURNED and it smothered him and were he any less of a little stubborn s**t, he'd be trembling in his heels.

That didn't last very long though, as one grabbed him and pinned him back, exposing his chest to the other sicko who approached. He knew the Negaverse didn't have limits, but DAMN, no mercy at all!

The man's words fell onto his ears like a wiggling worm, crawling into his ear and it just made him want to gag. Not being any smarter than before, he still managed to shout out again.

"AND THEY ARE ******** SICKOS! PINNING A KID UP LIKE THIS, WHAT THE ********!?" Yup. No sense at all. Luckily, he didn't do this ENTIRELY without thinking. There HAD to be other senshi here. There always was for some weird magical reason he couldn't explain. And soon some came dashing up towards him, ready to fight! This was all meant to happen. Everyone was waiting for this tension and uncertainty to snap, and all he had done was push it just past it's breaking point. Lordy lord knows there was about to be one hell of a fight!

Some other person, another senshi, he thought, also came out and cast some sort of wiggidy spell on him. At first he thought it was going to hurt, like this woman who was grasping on to him, but he felt even stronger than before. Not that he felt strong to begin with. But strength, for him, meant stupidity! And with as much strength he could muster, he raised up his heeled foot and tried to bring it down as hard as he could onto the woman's foot.

One had turned into many, and one among the ranks was eternal. Xe's grip on the young senshi never so much as faltered. If anything, it grew tighter, just this side of hurting as the boy, once again, shouted.

His was not the only voice rising up above the crowd, another was yelling at them, demanding they release the questionably dressed senshi, and Xenotime had to smile at the woman before flashing Jarosite a quick grin. "Aren't you a sweet one, sharing." There was plenty to go around, at least for now. That was likely to change though, as the rest of the Negaverse agents hanging around sprung into action.

The sneshi in her grip moved, struggling she thought, until the heel of his foot came down on top of one boot. It wiped the smile from Xenotime's face, had her turning her attention from the sneshi in bandages to the one she was currently holding, and that strong grip on his arms rather suddenly began to twist slowly upwards, putting pressure on both shoulders to bending forwards, least he let her pop his arms out of their sockets. "Got some spirit in you, don't you? Why don't we see just how much?"

Since the other girl hadn't actually done anything but shout at her, Xenotime paid her very little mind, at least that was how it appeared.

The train zoomed past in a whirl of unstoppable metal, and was gone into its dark tunnel without even the pretence of pulling up at the platform. Gigi stared after it for a minute, frowning, and pulled out her phone to try once again find some kind of timetable information for what was going on. It wasn’t supposed to skip stations. She’d meandered down to the far end of the platform while she waited, and her connection was sketchy, completely unhelpful.

She heard the call for an ambulance further up the platform, and then the call to Order. It was happening again.

With all heads turning towards the ruckus, it was easy enough to slip around one of the supporting pillars, fishing out her henshi pen unnoticed, powering up in shadows. Sailor Subamara still bit her lip as she peeked back around the column. The guitarist was suddenly a general, and a horrifying number of other negaverse auras sprung up all over, like a magic-eye puzzle that had just come into focus. There was whole knot of dark auras hanging around near the employee door. Did they mess with the train?

It was way too crowded, and allies seemed few right now. There were already fallen bodies. Whatever the Negaverse was up to, she decided, the first thing was to get civilians out of the trap. She began tapping people on the shoulders as she moved back to the crowded centre of the platform, beckoning with white-gloved hands towards the exit.

“Evacuate, evacuate! Something’s wrong on the train. Go take a bus, back to the turnstiles, quick quick quick quick!”

She kept her voice quiet and hopefully calm despite the urgency. She wanted them to slip out, not cause a riot. Then she could see what else she could do for her allies.

Jarosite chuckled, still holding Cor Caroli's soul in his hand. The general squeezed it a little harder, not enough to shatter or even crack it, but just a reminder of how vulnerable the senshi was. He did nothing else, just locked eyes with the senshi as a sugary sweet aura stalked behind him.

Oh lovely. The Transcendant had come to rescue the little senshi.

"You take one more step, Transcendant, and I pull his starseed clean from his chest. If you think you can attack me, you will find a sword in your chest and his starseed still vacated from his body." Jarosite never broke eye contact, simply talking loud enough for Megrez to hear him. He did not joke, he did not sweet talk. He spoke firmly and with a distinct tone of "do not ******** with me." He had no qualms about ripping Cor's starseed from his chest. In fact, he'd love to, once the senshi was beaten bloody and broken. To do it now would be a waste.

If the Transcendant tried to call his bluff... well then there would be two dead senshi, and one less Transcendant to get in the way of things.

"You want him to keep living long enough to see his next birthday? You disengage now, and do not engage myself or any other general in the vicinity. Otherwise, his life is mine," he finished coldly, fingers brushing against Cor's starseed again.

Quinn was anxiously waiting for a reply text from Delilah when the sound of an approaching train had him looking up just in time to see said train go speeding by. Now he might not be use to subways but that was pretty strange and the murmuring around him added to his unease. Something was seriously wrong he just didn't know what. He began to squirm further from the crowd, closer to the entrance trying to get a better signal on his phone. He had realized when he sent the text it was struggling to connect; googling the train schedule was out of the option.

He was just breaking into a secluded and sheltered place when someone shouted a word he cringed to hear: 'negaverse'. "Awe hell," it was all he could say as he heard the call to arms, this wasn't the time or place to deal with this s**t but he couldn't just walk away. He glanced down at the two bundles of flowers and winced, he knew what he had to do it just really sucked.

Placing the flowers at his feet Quinn made sure he was hidden from view and quickly powered up. "Fuuuuuuccccck," Havasu's curse was low and long as he felt the countless auras of the negaverse scattered throughout the platform. Only a few order had appeared much to his chagrin, meaning his odds were just that worse.

Stepping back out of the shadows the page scooped up his flowers and did his best to usher civies out of the station. It was in this manner he spotted a nega (Jarosite) with his hand in a poor unfortunate senshi (Cor Caroli). without thinking he raced closer and once within throwing distance he lobbed one of his bundles of flowers at the side of the nega's head, "Yo! That looks rather unsanitary. Why don't you let the kid go and come pick on someone your own size!" Not that he thought he would fair any better against the nega then the kid was doing but hey he had to do something. The cowboy page completely missed the other senshi (Megrez) and the warning the nega gave her.

Jarias received a mild snort of amusement as she showed Aitana how she used to hit volleyballs and why it wasn't her sport of choice. "If you are afraid of pain then you think to hit with hands instead, is normal." But the sting of the ball slamming against your forearms, that was the sort of thing that made Aitana feel alive. It wasn't for everyone and she didn't blame the rainbow haired girl.

The mention of people passing out sent the Brazilian's gaze outward curiously, having been oblivious until it was mentioned. And she had been about ready to respond to the offer of water when she heard someone yell 'Negaverse'. "Water, yes. Right now." The green haired amazonian barked, her hand suddenly, and perhaps a little roughly, latching onto Jarias' wrist before uncerimoniously attempting to tug her along after her.

Her other arm was positioned in front of her, elbow out specifically to plow through the crowd and get the two of them to the edges of the crowd. She didn't particularly care who she hit as she weaved her way.

'Juno' wasn't really the most protective type, so why she was even attempting to get the other girl out of danger's way was a little strange. Perhaps it was nothing more than mutual 'amazon' sisterhood. But Aitana's plan was to get the two of them to the edge so that Jarias could get away and she could power up.

She had errands to run, but it didn't mean she couldn't have some fun 'cracking skulls' until the train came back. Daytime senshi fun was a special treat.





It was her! When Winterlynn confirmed who she was and offered her own wave of greeting Aurora carefully attempted to weave through the crowd until the two were face to face.

"Fancy seeing you there." She smiled pleasantly, offering her a polite greeting. "Where are you headed to today?"

Only she noticed right away the look of confusion on the other girl's face, offering a slight shrug when the question sounded. "I thought that the train should have stopped too but... I don't really take public transit that often so I wasn't entirely sure."

"I think something must be wrong though because everyone seems pretty..." Confused? Nervous? She didn't have her chance to finish her sentence as all of the sudden hell broke loose on the platform.

People were yelling. Others were passing out? And all of the sudden she could actually see the fanciful uniforms of knights, senshi, and negaverse agents. When had they all got there? WHY were they there?

Aurora yelped a little as someone bumped into her.

This was a disaster, with so many people trapped in such a tiny area. What if the Negaverse were even guarding the doors so that people couldn't get out?

Disregarding how it looked, or the potential that Winterlynn would be uncomfortable with it Aurora grasped her shoulder, leaning in until her lips almost touched the ear of the other girl, whispering to try and keep her voice low enough to not be understood by anyone else around them. "We need to try and get the civilians out of here before anything else happens to them." A small plea, from a princess to her knight. Would she help her?

Aurora's eyes were searching for places in which she could transform, even as her head screamed with uncertainty and possibilities. Should she transform? Most of her powers were too dangerous in these particular settings. Would people be scared of her and think she was a terrorist and not let her help them? Maybe.. maybe if she powered up ALL the way she'd atleast provide a good target and take the Negaverse's attention away from the civilians?

Initially the civilian that arrived never triggered any recognition - he met Levi but once, after all - but a moment of hearing him speak cleared up some of Umber's confusion. To the captain and general, he shook his head. "I know him. He's... A friend?" The quixotic inflection toward the end dampened his assuredness, but that hesitance was directed toward categorization more than identity questions. "I've worked with him before - when he was powered up. He's reliable."

Though with Jet casting the lot of them scowls, he quickly learned there was no need for a 'locksmith' like Levi.

And Umber secretly wished he had a more useful weapon for occasions like these. "That solves our problem." A glance backward was spared, where he sighted some of the commotion arising from obtaining starseeds from the crowd. Others took to grabbing them, he suspected - one particular lieutenant looked rather defensive to one of the civilians. And some woman was there, trying to defend him. Was that... Cinnabar? Yes, it must've been - and whatever she mentioned to that civilian caused him to storm off.

The eruption of a White Moon signature on the platform lent an urgency that dispelled his prior impatience and irritation. Suddenly their quest inside the office itself grained expedience; if they could reach the interior and set the controls to stop at an alternative location, then the swaths of lieutenants that Brimstone so cleverly left on the trains could disembark without running into the inevitable Order presence here. That's what he wanted to think, but naturally, he needed to default to Brimstone's planning. "We won't have much time to look around," Umber explained with a nod in the direction of the white-haired senshi. "They'll hold as a distraction. We have to be discrete."

Though, that was probably obvious to the present party. Levi would've been of least concern to the enemy here. "Levi - if you can, find a place to power up. We will need the help."

As Umber ducked inside, he dropped the impossibly hot hoodie and scrubs as soon as he was able, then the jacket and headdress endemic to his uniform. Computers spanned all around him, each sitting on one desk after another. A system of monitors hung on the walls as well and displayed the routes of all trains with the one belonging to their Negaverse counterparts now displayed in red. He couldn't possible gather what to do in a room like this, as Umber lacked all knowledge for computers. Instead he stood as far out of the way as possible and kept near the door.

Anabel followed the other three, powering up once they'd made it to the relative safety of the ladies' room. Mistral required no henshin pen - there was just a flash of blue light, and suddenly she was standing there in her high-tech silks and scuba fabric and furs. "I have never been weather appropriate once this summer," she observed, "And why start now."

She followed Maia, Ganymede, and Valhalla out of the bathroom. Any other night, they would have looked fresh from the silliest costume party ever and would have drawn attention for that. Right now, she was pretty sure their combined auras would pull focus - two transcendent eternal senshi, a knight, and a squire? Mistral was the weakest link in this adventuring party and she knew it, even if Valhalla seemed like he might not have been quite all there.

"Is your husband, you know, okay?" she asked Ganymede as they made their way back across the platform. Okay. There was a smoother way to phrase that - but anyone who'd ever mistaken Anabel for a master of tact was clearly not paying attention.

She looked around the platform, trying to make sense of the madness. There were enough hands handling evacuation, and people of their rank shouldn't waste their skills on that, anyway. People with fighting experience should stay and fight - it was only logical.

"What are they trying to do?" she asked the pair of senshi beside her. "What's their goal, so we can ******** it up for them?"