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Sailor Troilus, Basic Senshi of Enthusiasm
Location: Reception

Okay, well, that was just rude.

"Stop laughing at me," he said, pouting into the air behind him where he'd definitely just heard someone giggling at him. "I'm trying my best!!"

He only saw a fading shimmer, so that was definitely a ghost making fun of him. Rude!! Uncalled for!!! He sighed aggressively and rubbed his eyes, staring at the doors some more.

Until the shattering pot made him jump. He went over to look and frowned at the indented spheres.

"Soo... Three people with one buttcheek sit in these, or something?" he asked aloud.

Obviously that wasn't the answer, but he made his way through life by being funny.

Mauvian Illyria

As Illyria poked her nose into some of the plants that still seemed to be flowering, somehow, the smell of rot invaded her nostrils. Her back arched up in shock as she pulled away from the scent. It was then that the coloration difference caught her eyes and she frowned.

Why do I not like the sight that I am seeing, or the smells associated with these plants? Why is this patch of ground being affected by this nastiness when the other areas seem just fine?

Following her instincts Illyria continued to back away from the scent of rot before focusing her powers. While she wasn't attacking a barrier at all, would the Moon really appreciate the fact that she was going to attempt ridding itself of a problematic patch of foulness?

A beam of light shot forth from the star on her forehead towards the base of one of the plants that seemed to be both unsightly and foul in nature. The resulting wave of fatigue was familiar and it was with a slight wobble that Illyria made to return to the reception area.

Santa Maria Novella, Squire of Ganymede
Location: Library but heading for the reception hall, has a pretty crystal.

"Humans are greedy, generally speaking, it's human nature. But it isn't human, it's still a door, it may lack in greed. It may simply be protective - it is a door after all." Looking at the vase sitting on the table his hand had knocked against he took a moment, staring, he wondered if he should really do anything about that. The vase had rattled, something was inside of it. It was just a vase, it could have anything in it, but curiosity did take hold of the squire. Anything could have fallen into the vase overr time...but someone also could have tried to hide something in it, as unlikely as that was. He reached into the vase and as his fingers brushed against the crystal, curled around it, he saw a flash of...something.

"Crsent moon..." A golden cresent moon. While someone else, someone who cared and knew more, might know what it meant oir have some clue - he was not that person. He just knew what he'd seen

Turning slowly, ignoring Halle for a moment, he looked back the way they'd come. Slowly he headed that way, back the way they'd come. "Reception room..." The crystal was held tightly in his hand, kept close to his chest, as he walked with short hurried steps, almost a hurried shuffle, glancing over his shoulder as he was moving for the door. "Coming? You don't need to." Be he did assume Halle would, the other was determined to get him participating in things and having him put in effort, hence why he was even here. So he assumed the other would want to follow him, maybe even proud he was doing something on his own?

Santa Maria Novella, Squire of Ganymede
Location: Library but heading for the reception hall, has a pretty crystal.

"Crystal, not an orb." He corrected while giving a better look at it, letting it catch whatever light was around for it to catch. "An odd hiding place." Was something, or had someone in the past, decided to play hide and seek with them with these objects? He didn't voice that aloud, it didn't matter, as he led the way and turned his pale eyes onto the other.

"Wizard orb...this isn't dragon lance and I'm not Raistlin." Rolling his eyes as the words slipped past his lips, already knowing the other wouldn't get the refrence. Who his age would even? "Never mind." Already hoping to other wouldn't pry, wanting to understand what he didn't know and wouldn't know.

Arcalís, DSS of Adversity
Location: Library.

Although Arcalís refused to disentangle his hand from Madriu’s, he still did his best at checking the different books for anything. Mostly, he came up with nothing. But when one of the books caught, fighting back against his efforts to tug it loose, he made a soft, bemused sound. He didn’t manage to get it out, but he did catch the silver coin that came tumbling out.

“……Huh,” Arcalís said, wondering at the thing and holding it up for Madriu to see. “Lex, look at this. Do you think……?” Arcalís paused and hummed pensively. “Maybe we should join the others, but then……” He wrinkled his nose in the way that he always had when he and Madriu had been children together, the way that signified he was thinking very deeply and weighing his options. “……It might not have anything to do with the barriers out there, actually, y’know? Like, why hide something related to those passages in the library?”

It simply didn’t make sense to him.

“But maybe there’s something in here where this might fit…… Some place where it might be a key?”

Moving with purpose, Arcalís tugged at Madriu’s hand. He hadn’t done something like this in ages, but……only because they hadn’t been around each other for him to do it. When they’d been younger, Arcalís had tugged Madriu along with him like this countless times. Right now, they needed to go search, to see if they could find anything in the library that matched with the crescent moon symbol coin. Even if it didn’t help anything with the barriers, maybe they would find something else that could assist with the larger problem of the oncoming world-eater.

Deep Space Super Sailor Madriu
Location: Library

The book of crosswords Lex found was briefly flipped through, and then set aside with a sigh. He'd have loved a puzzle like that, if he could read the language--but alas, not today. Instead, it was Arcalis who found something far more of interest, and he moved close to take a look at the little coin.

"Mm, it's worth at least taking a look here," he agreed. "If we don't find anything they're connected to, we can go back, and if not there...hold onto it." His tail swished, and he took a brief glance around, but as soon as Arcalis tugged, Madriu went.

It was instinctive, really, to follow where his partner led.

He, too, kept an eye on the area around him, helping to search for anything the coins might slot into or be attached to.

Dejanira’s examination of the spire would yield an interesting observation on the ceiling; high above and far out of reach, it looked like there was a deep cut in the ceiling in the center of the domed ceiling. Even in the shadows, she could make out what looked to be old scorch marks.

Coco would find that a quick glance around the pedestal yielded very little information; she might note the expert craftsmanship and seamless construction, but nothing immediately stood out. Aberdonia had been able to spend some time around the pedestal already, and though he wasn’t able to make out any immediate details that stood out, a strange hum of energy–encouraging, warm, excited–briefly vibrated through him after the suggestion.

Next to him, as Karaka scanned the spire she might notice the way a strange light seemed to sometimes reflect off of the broken glass shards scattered over the ground. The dime-sized light bobbed in and out of view, appearing for only a second before flickering out of sight. It never appeared in the room itself, only the broken glass.

As Selenga investigated the pedestal, he might notice that–despite the meticulous symmetry–one Moon symbol was just slightly tilted. It was almost entirely flat and would have been easy to miss if he weren’t scrutinizing it in great detail. When he pressed it, something clicked–

In front of Lacille, a hidden slot opened up. A spherical, silvery crystal rolled from the compartment, gently hitting Lacille in the foot. When she picked it up, she would see a sudden flash of a golden crescent moon. She would have an immediate understanding that this did not belong here. A clear image of the Reception Hall–and the pedestal next to Aruna, as if the Moon was telling her to go there and place the orb in one of the slots. There was a sort of desperation–this was urgent.

Erytheia would feel his sword slot into place at the same time. His weapon was obviously a different shape than whatever had once been sheathed in the stone but it served the purpose; something else clicked into place. In front of the Knight, a small USB shaped item ejected from the stone. A golden crescent moon was engraved on the front, and as soon as he touched it he too would feel an intense summoning to the Reception Hall. An image of the Corinthian style pedestal next to Aruna flashed in his mind with great urgency.

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In the library, as Urania investigated the artifacts in the library, she might note that while some of them did seem to have artistic value, some seem almost as if they are poor replacements or shoddy imitations. If she touched one, she might note that it crumbled immediately to dust despite having appeared to be a small, metal sculpture. While observing this artifact, Urania would see a brief, glitchy memory–a shadowy figure picked up the original artifact and placed it in a bag, swapping it out for a perfect visual replica. She might have the unique impression that there were still valuable artifacts here, but someone had made a concentrated effort to slip some of them out from the library. There was a faint hum of magic in the area, but it faded with the memory. Urania could say with certainty that there were secrets here, just out of reach. It would take more than one night to uncover them, but the Moon seemed to want help.

Arcalís’ effort to investigate further was met with some difficulty; though there were many books in the library, most of them seemed to be incredibly specific topics. Though many of the texts were written in other languages, some of them were readable, though they ranged from recipe books to restaurant reviews and art piece essays that were impossible to understand without the cultural references. It was safe to assume that the majority of the books in the library might only have value in specific situations. There were simply so many books that it was impossible to go through or investigate them, or what they might be hiding. However, due to the extremely vast array of books in other languages, it might also have been safe to assume that there was a purpose for filling the library with so many books. If there were other things to be found here, they were very well hidden. Madriu had less luck in making any observations, but at least he had good company.

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As she left the garden, Illyria would not see the effect of her Mauvian laser as she left the garden, but she had successfully culled the strange, infected plants. There were others in the garden, but she had done her part, and the Moon would certainly remember her efforts.

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In the Reception Hall, while Troilus was unable to identify anything in particular, he again heard a faint laughter–only, this time it felt like he had an invisible audience waiting to hear more.

Though Fang did not have a particularly striking ‘lightbulb moment’, the longer he stared into the barrier, the more peaceful he felt. For all the anxiety, all the stress, all the nerve-wracking worries, something here seemed to want to reassure him that it was okay. He was where he needed to be. The pieces would fall into place.

Solaris would find that there was almost no sign that there had ever been a key pad by the door; either someone had expertly removed them during construction, or the Moon Kingdom’s incredible technological skills were evidently hiding so much more.

Aquitania might notice that the pedestal was not just placed against the wall–it seemed mounted to it. It would have been impossible to lift the corinthian style pillar and at first it might have been easy to assume it was because of its weight, but close examination would reveal that it had been deliberately fixed to exactly this spot. It was meant to stay here–permanently.

While Aruna received no response, she might feel a sense of urgency. As Realta placed the crystal in one of the hollows, it clicked into place perfectly. The orb lit up, shimmering brilliantly. While the crystal was almost totally clear on its own, once it was placed on the pedestal, it sparkled as if full of silver glitter.

Mönch’s effort to power up the barrier must have meant something to the Moon. Her Henshin Pen slipped through the barrier briefly, only to be immediately returned to her–with a sudden, clear vision of the pedestal by Aruna. The Moon did not have her look at the three circular indents, or the crescent moon on the surface–instead, it flashed a vision of a ghostly silhouette standing in front of the pedestal. Three orbs had been placed atop it. The phantom reached her hand to the far right side of the pillar and pressed a concealed button. A tiny slot opened when she did so, revealing what appeared to be a hidden USB port. The vision faded quickly, but there was a lingering urgency. If she wanted to transform something, she needed to transform that.

Santa Maria Novella would feel a burning urgency–like he was supposed to be somewhere else. The Reception Hall was calling him. Again, the pedestal there flashed in his mind, this time with a clear vision of the two open sockets next to the orb Realta had placed.

Knight Erytheia

Erytheia place his sword in the pedestal and heard a click. A small USB with a golden crescent moon appeared. He gently picked it up. An image flashed in his mind.

“We have to go to the pillar in the Reception Hall.”

The knight didn’t wait to hurry down from the spire and into the room where everyone was beginning to enter. He watched as a Mauvian placed an orb of crystal in a hallow. Was there a set place for the other two? Yes. All three must be placed.

Erytheia looks for a slot for the USB.


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