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ANDESINE
Negaverse Lieutenant

MOOD: “………Really?”
ACTION: Judging™ Terebellum and also this party.

Wait, what?!

Andesine had messed up, letting her attention fall away from the alien senshi whose tail the other lieutenant had tripped over. But, well, Andesine had had other Chaos coworkers to introduce herself to, and since the alien freak hadn’t been attacking, said introductions had seemed much more necessary. The shouted incantation and quick gesture made her go loose in the hips, shifting into a stance from stage combat classes past that would allow her to move quickly around whatever the senshi did to them.

…………Which honestly wasn’t much, all things considered. As the senshi hit the ground and cradled her arm, Andesine couldn’t help but chuckle. Weren’t these alien freaks supposed to be terrifyingly powerful? And this one couldn’t even use her powers correctly? What a pity. “Serves you right for calling us ‘abominations,’” Andesine huffed.

Regardless, there were more interesting things than a senshi who couldn’t senshi—like those doors swinging open and that red carpet unfurling. “This place is utterly infested with the White Moon,” she said, deferring back to the General and the Dark Mirror who’d come with him. “Should we risk going in? Wait and see?”

Home Helper
Sapient Machine, Something Domestic (NPC)

MOOD: Assisting with Knowledge
ACTION: Chatting with Ash!

The squeal had been unexpected and it locked its wheels in its surprise, but it did not seem that the organic intended any surprise. In fact, in short order, they were instead ... cooing? Was that what that sound formation was? It was something that seemed faintly familiar.

The strange orb sat empty as it waited for the tailed organic to gather her questions, queueing them up one at a time so it may offer the best answers that were requested of it.

It was unfortunate that there were so many questions that were full of loaded depth. There was simply no easy way to answer where it came from. The most extensive answer it had was either the ship itself or perhaps The People's Domestic Labor Council.

The lights under its squishy surface lit up and seemingly danced as it reached with a tentacle-like appendage and set it on the organic's shoulder.

"We are here from space transport." Yes, this seemed appropriate.

The third question was perhaps the easiest.

The sound from the speaker underneath reverberated as if the speaker was having a brief amount of mechanical trouble, before a new voice altogether answered, "Whatever reason you need assistance, it does not matter. The Home Helper is available to all who need it. It will dutifully tend to any housework that needs doing without ever needing to be asked! All you must do is place it in your home and turn it on. The People's Domestic Labor Council is proud to provide the Home Helper to you."

The wheels unlocked as it grew more comfortable.

"I am adaptable to a couple of different sources of energy."

Logos
Dark Mirror Super

MOOD: Furious
ACTION: Educating Murikabushi

Murikabushi was absolutely crawling with White Moon and it made Logos shrink away. The eternal stank enough, but adding even a squire almost send Logos over the edge. She cast her gaze around, making sure no negaverse agents could see or hear them. One corrupted eternal (Chrysocolla) looked like she ad, but Logos wasn't sure how many alarm bells that had rung. All this talk of alliances and queerness like there weren't literal lives on the line.

This basic senshi didn't know anything. He clearly hadn't been working with Acubens for very long, or if he had, then this particular issue hadn't come up. Logos also made a note to ask Acubens to reinforce this with her protégés. Or at least she ttried to through the pounding headache that the gathered order auras were giving her. Well, the ordered auras and Murikabushi's constantly babble about... Logos didn't really know what.

Until Murikabushi gave away her name.

Logos reached up instinctively and shoved the squire away just enough to gain purchase on Murikabushi's fuku. She grabbed a hold of his collar, either dragging him down her level or herself up to his, she wasn't sure.

"Don't. Volunteer. My. Name," she ground out through the pain in her head. "I don't give a s**t what you were before you were a magical girl. You're a soldier now, and there are very real threats against us. Do you know why Acubens doesn't trust the damn negaverse? They know us, Murikabushi. They know who we are. Outside of this. Who we really are." She paused both to let that sink in and to catch her own breath before she went on. "We don't know how many identities they have, but the fact that they have any should make us all nervous. They could know you. Which means they know your family. If you want to be flippant with your own life that's fine. But you're risking a whole lot more than that right now. You're risking me and everyone we both love."

She finally let him go and stepped back, smoothing out her fuku to calm herself down.

"You've been queer longer than you've been a magical girl," Logos repeated. "That's fine. But I've been a soldier longer than you have. If you want to protect yourself and your family, then listen to me when I say to keep. These. Alliances. Quiet."

Nessaela
Vanguardian Cadet

MOOD: Surprised at what's going on.
ACTION: Being startled by Fanny and then picking up "gardening implements" to return them to the 'sulking' machine ... which shouldn't be able to sulk

At first Nessaela wasn't exactly sure what was going on. She'd ended up getting splashed by a little bit of water that had come pouring out of the rod the one antagonistic order member had been waving around but nothing really seemed to happen. Although it did seem to affect some of her fellow Vanguard members. Strangely affected if two of her corporals were now kissing each other. That drew a pointed look from the cadet but she wasn't going to say anything. Instead Nessaela drew away from the group to investigate the appearance of the carpet that seemed designed to draw the crowd into an area that looked as if it was meant for some sort of festivities. Even stranger still were the metallic constructs that were suddenly there.

A gentle pressure against her leg had Nessa almost jumping back in complete shock. Although it looked like the robot was just as surprised as a cavity in it's body sprung open and various tools erupted from within. As the robot skittered away on its eight tip-tapping legs Nessaela was left with a bit of a conundrum. How had all these tools seemingly fit inside such a small area? Would the robot need them back?

Gathering each item that had sprung loose Nessaela began to get an understanding of what it was she was holding, "a robot that has gardening tools, interesting."

Retrieving every last item Nessaela carefully looked for the little machine before she heard what sounded like a rhythmic tapping coming from behind a low wall. Gently she peered around the wall and saw the metallic construct hitting itself repeatedly with its own legs. Inwardly she felt a little pang of sadness for the thing. "Here now, don't fret. Mistakes happen. I brought you back your tools."

Reaching down with a small amount of caution had Nessaela picking up the robot and placing her precariously on the wall, "there might even be something we can do to prevent that hatch from springing open again, if you want that is. But first, I think you left these behind. You can have them back if you like," and here Nessaela began to patiently hold out what she had managed to pick back up to the robot to see if it'd take the items back.

Logos
Dark Mirror Super

MOOD: Furious
ACTION: Leaving

Logos stared at both Murikabushi and the squire whose name she did not catch nor did she particularly care about in awe-stricken, open-mouthed silence.

Arbitrary lines.

Let the woman have her feelings.

Especially that last one. She was a woman entering into the military. A woman entering into military engineering. She'd heard that line enough times when she was raising legitimate, founded, and well worded concerns to last her a lifetime. No matter how this senshi touted himself, whatever adjective he used to describe himself, he just like all the other men she had to deal with in her life.

Which meant he was condescending and decidedly not going to listen to her.

And then he had the nerve to lower himself when he spoke to her. Like she was a child who needed an adult to stoop to her level. She could feel color of humiliation rising in her cheeks.

He was even apologizing for the wrong. Damn. Reason. However much Murikabushi thought that Logos', again, legitimate, founded, and well worded concerns were not the point, he was wrong. This place was crawling with both order and chaos. Chaos which could and would report them both to their leadership for being possible defectors. Leadership who might know who Logos was. Who might know her father. Her mother. Who might try and hurt them if she was caught fraternizing with the negaverses enemy.

And then she was caught in a terrible dilemma. Murikabushi was not only a fellow dark mirror senshi, but could clearly not be trusted to care for himself on his own. Not only was he a basic level senshi, he was reckless. Impulsive. Unaware or willfully ignorant of the dangers around him. She had a duty to stay with him and protect him. On the other hand, however, staying beside him meant putting herself in danger. Putting her family in danger. What, then, was the bigger obligation?

In the end, the needs of the many out weighed the needs of the few. Yes, Murikabushi needed assistence and guidance. And Logos would provide it. Later. When they weren't in imminent danger. Currently, however, she had to label him a liability and as much of a danger to her as any negaverse soldier.

She shut her mouth with an audible clack, hardened her jaw, and nodded.

"Very well," she said stiffly, readjusting her posture to straighten her back and thrust her shoulders back, falling into a comfortable militant stance. "I can see that either my concerns regarding White Moon alliances in clear view of Negaverse agents are not landing with anyone or no one sees them as legitimate. As it stands, Murikabushi, your recklessness makes you a danger to me, adn by extension, my family, and I feel it is my duty to my family that I separate from you for the time being. If you have further questions about my decision, please contact me when we are out of here."

She gave the group another curt nod and turned on her heel, moving off to inspect the strange party that seemed thrown together by... whatever those strange automatons were. Alone, not in the company of the White Moon in the clear view of the Negaverse, she was already much safer. And she was more than a capable soldier. If the only assistance available was Murikabushi and his dangerous alliances, then she would rather do this... whatever this was... alone.

BASILUZZO
Squire of Uranus

MOOD: homerdisappearingintobush.gif
ACTION: approaching toward the party but not wanting to wander too far from Pendour

A lot happened at once, and Basiluzzo was having trouble tracking all of the threads of activity around them. He focused in on the squire confronting the aliens, but decided that there were plenty enough other people trying to defuse that situation without him getting involved with whatever nebulous help he could offer. His ability could maybe push a couple people apart, like a windy hall monitor, but even that depended on how resolute they were in getting at each other.

Then Pendour was one of the people getting involved, and Basiluzzo glanced between her and Encke with some alarm. He knew very damn well that Pendour could handle herself just fine without him thankyouverymuch, but... so could Encke and they all knew how well that had historically kept Basiluzzo out of trouble. Basiluzzo had worn a cast on his arm for a couple months as a testament to his willingness to get himself into trouble--

Nevermind that.

So he didn't follow Pendour, but neither did he turn his full attention to the newcomers, the robots, when they showed themselves and the party. Of course, that didn't stop himself from starting to edge that way, while keeping an eye on Pendour, Encke, and Viatrix. He also had less than half a desire to be near to the fighting, and the robots seemed genuine enough...



TIKAL
Page of Ganymede

MOOD: dour-er
ACTION: trying to help Terebellum de-crisis

The shout caught Tikal's attention, pulling it away from trying to find any of her fellows. Her gaze swung around toward the origin just in time to see a senshi--one of the weird ones--try to lash out but... fail? Something had her on the ground, holding her arm in pain. Was it broken?

Tikal frowned, lips pursing. Well, she couldn't very well let the senshi stay on the ground where she could get stepped on or god only knew what, could she? Plus, she wasn't that far away--

So Tikal moved through the crowd toward the senshi with teal skin and tufts of... hair, fur? on her limbs. Not to mention the plume of white at the end of the tail... Tikal should be used to seeing these sorts of things by now. Or, at least, not surprised by them.

When she reached her target, Tikal crouched carefully down, balancing daintily on her toes in her high heels. "Is it broken? Can you stand?"



YDDAGEN
Vanguard Cadet

MOOD: Hello Lysvi he loves you too
ACTION: still keeping close for now

He did see Nessaela approach the rest of them, nodding in her direction before turning his attention back to what was happening right in front of him. The tired smile from Vyn helped his nerves somewhat, though the smallness of it concerned Yddagen at the same time. Nothing had even truly happened yet, aside from the yelling and--

And the splash of water that made him shout and take a step back. He couldn't blame the others who went for their weapons, truly, because it was clearly intended as an aggressive act--

But then, why did he... feel distinctly non-aggressive? Lysvi's suggestion to back up had been a good one. There was a reason Yddagen had done just that. He frowned again, trying to take a moment to puzzle through this. It didn't make any sense. But the act had been done out of aggression, so... why did it make him feel better? What sense did that make?

"I guess so," he replied at last to Lysvi, the water and music relaxing the tension in his frame. "And I love you too. Even though you stole my girlfriend." A glance their way before he turned his eyes back to the squire who'd tossed the water at them in the first place. He could not disagree with Vyn's warning, and he threw what he could muster of a stern look to the squire and knight Vyn was speaking to. They had been standing there, as Lysvi would say, 'minding their own beeswax'.

The party was very tempting, he had to admit.

Vyn's wording surprised Yddagen, though he didn't show it in anything further than swinging his gaze back toward him. Yddagen had his own misgivings about what had happened, been happening, of course, and he knew he wasn't alone in that, but to hear it said out loud was... new.

'We will do what is necessary for the sake of our people'. While Yddagen could not say he necessarily agreed with the definition of necessary for some of the actions he'd seen taken and heard of, he also could not say he disagreed with the spirit of what Vyn was saying. The humans at least had other humans, even if their starseeds were from places scattered across the universe and they used this as a reason to fight between themselves. Their homes had already gone into stasis. Their homes were not actively dying...

They could achieve so much between them if they'd stop squabbling--

Ida
Transcended Eternal Senshi of Orchids

MOOD: Uneasy, confused, concerned, and now a bit exasperated
ACTION: Asking everyone to GET IT TOGETHER, WE NEED TO WORK TOGETHER, and headed towards the party to investigate

The scene that unfolded before her left Ida in bemusement and no small amount of consternation as the pair of DMC argued about daring to look aligned with her when she was... literally standing right there. And, now there was another person added to the group that would have to be kept an eye on.

Ida drew a deep breath and let it out slowly, glancing about the area as she let her frustrations go. When she spoke, she projected her voice a little, both to be heard over the bickering and, perhaps, so those around could hear it too.

"Look. We are in a potentially dangerous situation. I've never been randomly yanked across the universe for a pleasant reason... I can't imagine that the Negaverse would value keeping strict allegiance lines in a situation where it could come down to team work to escape. We need to work together on this; chaos, order, everyone. It would be safest to set aside all of that for now, and focus on the situation..." She waved a hand back at the party, half turning towards it. "Maybe we can get some answers from whomever set this little party up. If we stick together, I will do my best to help keep us all safe, but we need to be ready for anything."

She gave each of the assembled people a look, meeting eyes if she could, before she turned and headed down the carpet. She glanced into buildings as she went, on the alert for possible traps. She wanted to trust that this really was what it appeared to be... but life had never been that kind.