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Transcended Princess Eternal Sailor Ganymede

“Not anything you wouldn’t find on Earth so far,” Ganymede said. She kept her voice lowered, too, and guided Eupheme in the direction she thought the jackalope might have gone. There were other people around, many of whom Ganymede knew or had seen before, but she didn’t interrupt any of them while her focus was on Eupheme.

“We’ll visit soon,” she continued, “and I can show you how much it’s changed since I first went there. You’ve been there before when you were very small. I don’t know if you remember. I probably shouldn’t have taken you, but… it’s always felt safe there.”

She and Valhalla had stopped taking the kids as soon as they’d developed enough words to verbalize their experiences there, but they’d been so young it might have faded from memory by now.

“We should visit your world, too,” she added.

Squire Halle of Lysithea

Spinning around as Mechelen's voice suddenly sounded behind him, Halle grinned at her. She hadn't found the jackalope yet, and her being here meant they were still at the same starting point, right?

Eyes scanning the area, he didn't see any extra movement, so he relaxed for a moment, and greeted her, "Do you wanna make a bet?"

And then, "I just saw another Lysithea squire. That lady really must like teenagers." There was a distinct tone of judgement for that lady.

(Gotta reroll cause I did 1/100 not 1/150. So here we go.)

Sailor Chibi Eupheme

Visiting Ganymede sounded like a good idea. And while she didn’t know if she actually remembered, but she and Henry had talked about a castle that they swore they’d been to before. And a hall of windows and portraits and ballrooms… Maybe they’d just seen it in a movie or something, but it felt real.

“Can we?” she asked, a little cautious because she knew how much her parents wanted her to be safe. “Can Henry come too?” And her other siblings of course, but she had a special bond with Henry. Even if they weren’t twins, she knew she could count on him for anything. Who cared if he wasn’t a Senshi? He was still great and deserved to have adventures too.

“Do you ever have a lot of people go to Ganymede like this?” she asked, looking around at how many people there were.

Reims, Page of Ganymede

Dering was sweet, and Reims felt his ears burn a little when Dering said they were friends. That was it? Reims didn’t think Dering knew him well enough to want to be his friend. Not really. But he was absolutely tickled by it and a smile tugged awkwardly at the corner of his lips.

He was just opening his mouth to respond to Dering, when another brightly colored Squire came running up and calling Dering the wrong name.

Reims bristled and crossed his arms defensively over his chest. He was trying to keep the red contained to his ears, but it was slowly creeping onto his cheeks.

Once again, he’d been interrupted. Once again, Dering’s attention had been forcibly pulled from him. And that was fine. He wasn’t going to make Dering focus all of his attention on him. But he would just like to have a casual conversation with him without feeling like he was as unimportant as he’d always been told.

It wasn’t Dering’s fault, nor was it the fault of any of the others, but he was keenly aware of the stark difference in their coloration. Bright clashed with dark, and Reims couldn’t even bring himself to say he didn’t have a choice in his outfit. It wasn’t as though anyone had stuck around to hear a response, anyway.

“You’re pretty popular,” he said quietly with a small smile after he managed to clear his throat so he wouldn’t push any unintentional emotions on Dering.

He'd almost missed the movement in the bushes nearby, and waited until he knew Dering was looking his way before nodding towards where he saw the movement of purple ribbon disappearing behind leaves.

Imhotep, Page of Mercury

Why was Promethei clearing his throat before pointing out the jackalope--

Ah. Well. Fair enough.

Imhotep understood then, very quickly in fact, why Promethei was acting the way that he was. Quite near to where the jackalope had been was, instead, Emain Ablach. They met eyes for just one moment before Imhotep stubbornly averted his to look for the jackalope that had apparently just been right there.

Where was the damned thing? If he could find it, he and Promethei would have an easy excuse to not have to acknowledge Emain Ablach any further. Even as much as a lead weight sat heavily in Imhotep’s stomach at the idea of just pretending Emain Ablach wasn’t there, Imhotep couldn’t just sacrifice his resolve… This was getting silly, wasn’t it?

Wasn’t it?

His eyes tracked upward, toward the sky. Could jackalopes fly? Could they jump high enough to nearly be flying? How magic were they beyond the obvious?

Next, his eyes went beyond the sky to the other side of Emain Ablach. To in front of Emain Ablach. To each side of him. Everywhere but Emain Ablach himself. The most Imhotep looked at Emain Ablach was to glance at the side of his clothes, to acknowledge to himself the way they exposed the tiniest part of his chest—wait, no, ******** moving his eyes elsewhere.

What had Promethei said? Something about rabbits and grouping together. Did that mean jackalopes grouped together? Where were other jackalopes?

Were there any to the ground in front of Emain Ablach? What about behind him? Beside him?

His eyes went everywhere but Emain Ablach. There was a spark of irritation in his chest whenever ignoring him didn't quite work, but then, was it actually working at all? Emain Ablach was clearly watching them, or, at least, he wasn't leaving. Imhotep couldn't ignore him into invisibility—did he actually want to?— but he could look up to Promethei, gaze decidedly away from Emain Ablach. "I don't see it."

Did he not see it because it ran away, or did he not see it because it was near Emain Ablach and he refused to acknowledge those blond curls any more than he had already been forced to?

That weight sat heavier in his gut.

Dumuzi, Page of Pluto

He was starting to wonder if he should have dragged Richtersveld with him. Then again, that s**t wouldn't've worked anyway. She would drag the entire gang down, too busy trying to be a good person and healing people or ... something. He wanted to win, and none of that would make it so he could win.

He tried to head off that glowing boy to get at whatever was in front of him -- probably the jackalope, right? -- but then he lost track of both the glowing boy and the jackalope.

Dammit.

He wasn't built for tracking. Where was Nemyi when he needed them?

Or maybe Garber. He had to track down twins at some point, right?

Transcendent Eternal Anser

The amount of success she was having was a quick reminder of the fact that hunting wasn't exactly her thing. She loved games, and she loved winning games! Finding rabbits in the woods? Not so much.

Was Anser hot or cold when it came to finding the rabbit creature? Too bad there wasn't a way she could ask Cybele that particular question...

Instead, she would keep looking.

Maybe, if everyone else was just as clueless, she would just find it before everyone else.