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Stromboli, Page of Uranus

Ibirapita was in fine form. Stromboli's sigh was purely internal. He listened to their bickering, suppressing the urge to tell them they sounded like siblings, as he took in their surroundings. He was still wrapping his mind around the aliens thing, and now there was yet another--seemingly unrelated--alien. Aliens everywhere.

"No threatening lives," he murmured to the two of them, almost on autopilot.

He was not going to be eating the bugs. He didn't care if they were apparently delicious. He was not going to eat them.


Phaethon, Super Senshi of Happiness

It felt odd, being there without Nembus, but looking around at all the Negaverse people who had shown up, Phaethon was glad he had not brought her along. Just the thought of being near Chaos often sent her into a panic, and he loathed to think what would have happened had she been confronted with the material reality of agents and Chaos senshi nearby. Sure, everyone was being told to simmer down and get along, but... what if someone on the other side didn't want to abide by that just for the chance to get at Nembus?

Would he have been fully confident in assuring her that wouldn't happen?

No, unfortunately. Ideally, one 'traitor' wasn't worth pissing off this Almadel, but Phaethon couldn't count on it, and so he didn't want her to have to count on that, either. There was already plenty of needling back and forth from what he was observing. Hopefully nothing more than that, but...

Well, it would remain to be seen.


Danube, Page of Cybele

Danube had been ready enough to answer the invitation, but now that she was there she had wished that the presence of so many enemies would have been mentioned beforehand. Sure, she could appreciate the message of 'no fighting', but... Still. Trying to ignore it, Danube looked around the crowd for the scant handful of people she might maybe recognize. Safety in numbers and all that. But also, someone more experienced to take lead from that she could trust. That would be nice.

Her eyes landed on Cybele and a man standing next to her. He had symbols that matched the symbols on Danube's clothing, so it stood to reason that they were connected, somehow.

It was better than nothing.

She made her way over, just in time to hear one of the enemy address Cybele directly. Frowning, Danube gave a nod of greeting to the man standing with her. She wouldn't interfere, obviously. But something about it raised the hairs on the back of Danube's neck.

"Hi. Name's Danube," she murmured quietly to the man. "Nice to meet you." Belatedly, she realised there was also a young woman with him. She also got a nod from Danube, though with the addition of a small, tight-lipped smile.

Captain Borax

To be honest, Borax didn't particularly care about what Almadel had to offer.

His focus was the place his feet could actually touch. What Almadel had to thank them for their assistance with these ... kosopods went in one ear and out the other. His concern, there, was not whatever Almadel needed or whatever reward awaited them. Borax knew that the reward would likely feel, at best, insufficient. He was concerned about the fact that the Queen herself had told them all to come and observe.

What, ultimately, Borax did care about was power, and if this was a mission directed by one of the highest sources of power in the Negaverse?

Alright.

Borax would idly spin his spear and wait to see what this horned alien had in store other than stories of even worse aliens.

If delicacies of space were gigantic bugs, he was fine staying on Earth without those things, thanks.

Eternal Chariklo

Grinning, Chariklo returned the hug, bending just enough to get her arms around Ida properly and lift the smaller woman into the air for a twirl. It had been too long and that was all on Chariklo. She resolved then and there to be better about keeping people in the loop when it came to her falling off the face of the earth.

“Having babies and then traveling to visit Hubs’ family in Scotland’ll do that,” she said a little ruefully as she planted a kiss on top of Ida’s head. “I’m sorry I’m not better about communicating!”

Keeping half an eye and ear on the gathering, she decided that she had enough time for the bare bones basics. And then, when she spoke everything was pitched low to avoid any unwanted eavesdroppers. No point in letting enemies know that Sailor Chariklo had some very big weaknesses now.

“We got back, hrrnnn… last month? Just been getting the house back in order and looking for a dog for the kids. Speaking of, you should come see them. They’re getting so big!” Chariklo’s voice conveyed a humorous bewilderment. Then, looping an arm around Ida’s shoulders, she gave her friend a little shake. “For you, Pretty Lady, I will make as much time as you need. Especially since I’ve seen a couple people here sporting very familiar looking symbols and I have Questions,” she said teasingly, letting her eyes rest pointedly on the glowing symbol emblazoned on Ida’s forehead. “We go kill some weird space bugs then come home and have tea, yeah?”

She hadn't realized how much she’d missed this sort of easy camaraderie. She was definitely going to have to put more work into reestablishing some connections.

”Whimsical Blue”

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Erytheia, Knight of Cosmos

“Really, I’m glad for such numbers. I put this off for long enough. You saw my advertisement–you help me, I’ll reward you. I’m at wit’s end. My museum is under attack. Or, will be. I have an infestation. There was, I’m sure you felt it, a disturbance a few months ago? Shook the whole universe, didn’t it! And, well. Such things happen, you know how deep space is. Usually this wouldn’t be an issue for me, but it knocked my defenses right out. I fixed it, everything’s in order, but imagine coming home to find a hive sticking right through your front door.”

To Almadel: “We felt the disturbance, but what does this have to do with that — I thought… that was solved by the knight already…”

Tama, Guardian Cat

“So I thought, who can I ask for help? And then, you know. I love Earth. You’re all so strong and charming. I knew you’d want to help me. None of you get starsick, do you? Oh, I’m sure not. It’ll be fine. I’m going to whisk us all up to my museum and we’re going to take care of this, together. Well, you, really. But I’ll be there to help you. I’m just not much of a fighter, you know. Not that it’ll mean anything to most of you, I doubt you’ve heard of a Kosopod. Well,” he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Some of you might have.”

To Almadel: I do enjoy the flattery. You know I do! But, tell me, why do you need us: surely, you are more than capable yourself.”

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Eternal Corrupt Chrysocolla
She'd missed Beatrix on her first scan through the crowd, but it was good to see someone from the Negaverse Chrysocolla was on explicitly good terms with. Unless Beatrix secretly hated her, which was always possible, she guessed, but she thought it probably wasn't like that? The girl was direct, which was pretty relieving. "It's nice to see you too."

Her eyes darkened, some murky red, and she frowned. "If Ida tries anything, there's enough of us here we could probably kill her? There's too many people anyway, I don't think anyone's going to cause a big scene. It'd be too messy."

That didn't mean Chrysocolla had any reason to be rude, though. What was Beatrix's recruit's name? Had she heard it somewhere? Probably. But even if she had, she wasn't matching the face to it, so that was what introductions were for. "I'm Chrysocolla," she said to the girl (Meissa), "and you?"

If she was a new recruit at her power level... she would've been a recruitment, forced or willing. Which meant she had every chance to have ex-friends and ex-family around who'd say stupid things about this isn't you, which would be aggravating, but with two Eternals either one of them could teleport her away before anything that could cause doubt really worked through.
Corrupt Sailor Aschera
Oh! Okay! More aliens! Actually pretty interesting, all in all, given the variety. It was good to know wolfboys were real, somewhere, out in the cosmos, and teenage Ashton would've felt deeply validated by the information.

It did seem like the Negaverse was maybe in the minority here, which wasn't great, or ideal, but it was fine. Maybe? He'd just "make friends" with whoever he happened to end up in a room once with they all traveled, assuming he didn't get distracted by all the lost knowledge the promise of a space museum entailed. There were undoubtedly some people here who weren't so directly aggressive towards the Negaverse, and at least physically and magically Ashton - Aschera - could play nice.

Verbally was less of a sure thing. But her tongue tended to outrun her, a lot of the time. He liked to think he'd gotten better about not shoving his foot in his mouth in the past half a decade, but every so often that seemed to be false.

But she was full up on espresso, good sleep, and in a remarkably good mood even with all taken into account, so she thought the scenario had promise.

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DSS Super Róka
Oh. Selinur was here. Why wouldn't he be, really, because obviously he'd proven himself quite the socialite. There was no need for Róka to say something barbed to him and draw attention, though, not when Grieve and Madriu were making appearances -- good, good, easy. It should still be muscle memory.

"You can barbeque them well damn away from me," they drawled to Grieve, and pointedly stepped on her foot with a good amount of force. It wasn't going to break her toes, and she was too damned tall for them to comfortably elbow her in the side, so the old standby came easy. It was -- this was all easy. That camaraderie. Especially with Madriu, who might've had good points, but it wasn't what they were concerned about here.

There were too many witnesses for anyone to try anything. They'd be subjected to mob justice before they could have any real sense of victory. "What, your reflexes've dulled so poorly that one murder attempt might do you in?" Like they were one to talk. So had theirs.

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Corrupt Super Kafka

Kosopods? None of it sounded familiar but as he heard about all sorts of artifacts and treasures, he was more than ready to poke around a museum that was full of things from all across space. It sounded right up his alley and if he could get by with just hanging back and making sure Benitoite didn't get surrounded by the things he figured it would work out just fine.

"That I can do, it should slow them down enough for you to clean them up. Skewer a few of the nasties and call it a date in a museum? Something for the both of us mon ange." Feeling them grab his sash, he smiled, leaned down a bit, and lowered his voice.

"I'll be careful even though I much prefer you taking care of me when I'm hurt." It was a joke but he still liked to tease when he could before straightening back up and listening to what seemed to be a plan forming.



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Super DMS Hela

She'd been distracted for a moment when she heard her name being called. "Oh! Irenaea! Uh..... a while now but I've been only getting out more since it's summer. Probably shortly after that big thing with the mirrors last year almost?" Tapping her chin, she tried to think about how busy her classes had been the semesters between now and then which made time funny for her. This whole magic thing was a fun break from school but it wasn't her focus as much unless another weird thing happened and she got yanked into a mirror again.

"But anyway, how've you been? I don't think those weird bug things are around this year. Apparently, the handsome space merchant needs help clearing up some sort of bug alien things called Kosopods?" Groaning at the thought of more acid-spewing bugs, she was glad her fuku covered a lot of her skin to keep that crap off her.

"More acid bugs but not many if he's to be believed? I'm pretty hype for it, we're apparently getting to go up to his space museum and I am so super duper excited to see all his cool stuff." Maybe get a few more pictures for Mal if she could and then see what sort of thing the merchant was going to give everyone. Even if it might not be as personalized, she was still getting the other half of her wish from last year, getting to see their collection.

Hy-Brasil, Transcended Knight of Earth

This Almadel person was not someone Hy herself had had any interactions with. She’d certainly seen his stall at the Star Festival, but her interest had stopped there. Wariness had always ceased any inklings she had in approaching the vendor. Her arrival to assist the alien, who looked like he was trying to sell them all on how ‘easy’ this would actually be. Honestly, she wouldn’t have come if she hadn’t run into Ignacio and Richard beforehand. Now that she had arrived, her curiosity was piqued by the vast array of people.

She flashed Basil a smile in return to his own as she looked to Nectaris and Ran who were also nearby. While Chaos certainly had their presence here, it seemed like Order may have the upper hand. Hy’s eyes swept over the gathering, pausing on some of the velencians. Or what she assumed was them. She’d yet to have her own real interaction with them, but living at the Bell’s meant she was more privy to the going-on’s. It was one of the many benefits of living there.

There was one thing she noted as she eyed the occupants. This Almadel person had a lot of fingers in a lot of places it seemed. That or he was truly a very charismatic fellow. Perhaps a mix of both. Likely the latter, but what did that say about the Alien who just dazzled them with a simple yet effective show of magic?

“It sounds downright horrid." She admitted to Basil's comment about the acid spit. "Also, with that power he just displayed, if this is as easy as he’s trying to make it out to be, why hasn’t he just taken care of them? Why all of….this?” She said quietly to the small group she was with. “I get maybe there’s a lot of them, but to have so many of us and…them…” She pointedly look to the grouping of Negaverse agents and senshi, her dislike of their ilk being there plain as day on her face. “It seems like over kill with what he’s trying to make sound like a simple task.”