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Dark Mirror Prince Remarque and Dark Mirror Super Sailor Laon

Prince Remarque is looking for other Dark Mirror Senshi; he has arrived with Arawn and Laon and is headed towards Loke

While Remarque was pleased to see so many people gathered to (presumably) combine their powers and strike down whatever evil was threatening Earth, he also hated being reminded of how small the Dark Mirror Court was comparatively. Maybe he needed to be more proactive about throwing people through mirrors.

…Or, maybe he should have been before. It felt a little late now.

They’d done all they could to prepare. The people who could fight would fight. The people who needed to be protected were safe–or, at least, ready to be moved somewhere safe.

Mirrorspace was its own, separate realm from Earth. He’d spent so many years, poured so much into it.

It would be really great if it could just put that energy into maintaining a small area instead of constantly expanding. Shifting all the time had to drain a hell of a lot of energy. But, he’d criticize it later.

After all of this was taken care of.

Remarque arrived in his Prince form, only because he wanted to make sure anyone who needed him could find him. If this had been any old get together, he might not have bothered. There was already a pretty strong fog of Chaos in the area.

All the General Kings decided to crawl out of their dens in the Dark Kingdom.

This must be pretty dangerous.

They’d expected as much. They’d prepared. Mirrorspace was waiting for them to return.

He wasn’t going to die out here. And, if he had his way, none of the Court would, either.

He spotted Loke amongst the crowd and, when he locked eyes with him, nodded and continued on his way towards him.

Laon and Arawn came with him; the three of them had just deposited a last bit of energy to the ballista in Mirrorspace. He’d told them they could stay–there was no obligation to be here. But, they said they’d fight. They’d do their part. And, if things started to look bad, he could open up a mirror for them to walk through. No matter what, the Court would be safe.

He’d just really prefer not to have to give up Earth.

Where Remarque was confident–or, at least, cleverly disguising his demeanor as such, Laon was quiet. Determined! He and Arawn had gathered so much energy, it felt like weeks of it, non stop. Remarque had given them time off of work and paid them specifically to gather energy. Of course they were banking on overtime.

Of course, if the world ended, it wasn’t like they’d even need money, but–

No. He squeezed Arawn’s hand and stood up a little straighter. There were so many people here. It was a little overwhelming. But, they were here to stop the end of the world, right?

They weren’t enemies. And even if they were–

Well, he and Arawn would just stay close to Remarque, anyway.

Guine

Arawn

Kaefaux

Loke

Mara, Senshi of Manchineel

The wait was killing her. She knew that the world was in moral parcel but she still went to work, still worked out, and still trained. The only thing that had shifted even a little was the amount of energy she was going out to get. That and the frequency she had been going out to get said energy. Especially since every little bit helped.

So when the summons arrived she practically sighed in relief. It at least was starting. The beginning of the end. One way or another this s**t was going to be figured out. And soon.

She tossed a message to her cousin, and once she received a reply, she waited. And waited. And waited. Until the appointed time. At 11 p.m. on the dot she arrived at the clearing, a dark brow rising at the view of the mass of fighters all there. All ready to protect their planet. Even if they stood on opposite sides of the moral divide.

It took her a bit but she quickly spotted her diminutive general, her cousin standing with several others, and knowing that it was best to be there with him even as just moral support, Mara finished off braiding her long hair and tossed it over her shoulder before heading towards Beni.

She drifted to a stop just a hands breath away. "Good Evening Sirs," Mara greeted them all quietly before nodding at Beni. She knew that her skill was far outstripped by those standing around her cousin but she still wanted him to know she was there for him. "Sir, do you have a post you would like me to be at?" Mara asked her General, keeping everything as formal and proper as possible, unsure just how those standing there would appreciate familial casualness in such a setting.

Heliodor, Corrupt Eternal Senshi of Ryuuto

”Hm. Yes, well, Almadel I guess doesn’t have too much stake in this, does he? Not when he can just fly off in his space museum.” It was apparent though that Faustite had high hopes for seeing the dealer and the corrupt would be lying to himself if he didn’t acknowledge his relief for it. Faustite’s attention could remain solely with the team, Albite and him. Those were the people that were least likely to rear the ugly green monster from Helio’s soul.

Thinking of Albite, the man made his presence known as he weaved through the growing numbers of their team. People were showing up in rapid succession in answer to the mysterious tip off and their General-Kings summons. It was heartening to see them all there. Each of them was ready to tackle the threat to their home with everything they had.

Even Fafnir, someone who was perpetually busy had made his appearance and Helio flashed the man a comforting smile. He hesitated a moment before asking what could be considered an off-the-wall question considering how adamant the boy had been to stay separated from his family beyond Fafnir. “How’s Mom?”

He could feel fingers wrapping around the rope on his waist, pulling ever so gently seeking his attention. Golden eyes shifted back to Albite who had made himself home between Helio and Faustite, gripping them in a way that was endearing and perhaps a way to center? It was hard to tell, but Helio utilized it as such. Albite’s nonchalance and strength was an ever-present anchor he was willing to hold onto.

He huffed at the mention of Almadel again. “Hmph. Well. He isn’t here. He made his choice.” He folded his arms in front of his chest, eyes shifting from the two boys to look out over the sea of people to try and hide the jealousy bloomin. ”We’ll be fine without him. I doubt there was any other planet who had this many protectors for it in one place.”

A moment or two passed before he finally turned back to look at the two. A hand reached out tentatively to thread through those eternally black fingers, squeezing gently. He watched Faustite carefully before dipping his head back just a bit more to better look at Albite. "We'll get through this. I've no doubts." He offered the two an encouraging smile and soft eyes as he took in the view of them and let this entire moment settle in his memory.

Half Youma Captain Janggunite and Youma Maikoh

"There are... ssssnacks here," Maikoh rumbled in a deep and rolling growl, glowing golden eyes fixated on an Order couple: a Senshi with white hair and fiery skirts, and a Squire with symbols she didn't care to identify. Maybe if she racked her brain, she'd think they looked familiar, and maybe that was what piqued her interest over all the dozens and dozens of other Senshi and Knights present.

These were snacks she had missed out on previously. A disappointing mistake that needed to be rectified.

Hoofs plod slow, heavy steps through the grass. She didn't want anyone to take note of her acting suspiciously. There were certainly enough bystanders to stop her if she made a great show of it, but if Maikoh was slow and careful and methodical right up until the moment of striking-

"No, no!" Janggunite hissed venomously, snatching at one of his Youma's well-toned arms to drag her to a hault. Or to try. She was easily head, shoulders, antlers taller than him, heavier, stronger, and frankly quite a bit more willful as well. Her boned skull did not lend much by way of facial expression, but her tongue flicked over a pointed tooth, her eyes narrowed, and Janggunite could see very plainly that she preferred to ignore him. "Maikoh!" He groused, sounding utterly scandalized by her disregard of him.

She plodded forward, dragging him with her, despite Janggunite's efforts to dig in his heels. His tail lashed, swatting her angrily. "You're embarrassing me, you stupid brute."

And if she did something right here in this clearing, with nearly every General Sovereign present, Janggunite didn't think that would be fantastic for either of them. His attempts to stop her were pitifully hopeless, and after scrabbling at her arm and getting nowhere, he whipped his head around, landing on the nearest ally and deciding full-send that Maikoh would be her problem too. Maybe she and her girlfriend would take pity on him, since they did seem to be in the same situation in terms of their human status.

Janggunite grabbed the three-eyed girl's arm, barking out a short, "Help me, help me," and gesturing wildly to his brutish Youma.

Kaefaux

I apologize deeply. TuT

Magnus, Corrupt Mauvian

The team was gathering and Magnus practically sat at Hestia’s feet with his chest proudly puffe dup. After all, their team was the best after all. Their General King of the strongest. How else could the team have been formed up so well, after all? Only the best to lead the best. Ok, perhaps he was a bit biased, but Magnus didn’t care. The team and the Negaverse were his life now.

Even when a certain almost bare-chest corrupt just missed stepping on his tail by an inch. The nearly offended appendage was quickly wrapped around his paws.

With all of the signatures it was impossible to feel the arrival of a particular ascended senshi, but as his vision was obstructed by pink, black and feathers, Magnus knew exactly who it was that had invaded his space. The mauvian practically purred as he was scooped up into those thin arms. “Niter!” He said happily as he let himself be manipulated and cradled like some normal cat would. The grey feline very much enjoyed any and all attention though, and if he just needed to be pliant for it? So be it. “How is my senshi?” He leaned up to butt his head against the ascended’s chin, completely oblivious to the cracks that spidered over the boy’s body.

Vanguard Cadet Itztenoch

It was easier by far to stick close, to find the centerpoint of Lyndins towering height and join the ever-growing huddle of their own pastel-blended crew. A sea of familiar faces, another hill to linger on, crowded with Order and Chaos alike.

It was a surreal moment of deja vous, undercut only by the crashing lightshow above, the drifting satellites, the lack of key players. All the faces blooming up across a growing sea of bodies---

No Cadeus to be felt, or found.

*Coward*-- Tenoch couldn't help but think, even as his gaze skittered over the likes of Rhysi and Vyn, narrowly looking on with worry for someone in particular.

Eso wouldn't come ever again...

But Nessa? And if his heart did a strange trick, tightened and loosened flutteringly in his chest, he tried to think little of it and focus on the task at hand.

Drombeg, Knight of Earth

He wasn't sure what he had been expecting from the message, but certainly not the turnout he was seeing. Senshi, Knights, Officers, Dark Mirror, Vanguard, they all seemed to be on the same page. For once.

If that was the case then whatever was coming, it was going to be bad and Drombeg wasn't sure if he had been a Knight long enough to feel confident in what he could do, but he had to do something, even if it meant laying his life on the line.

Except it really felt like this time he wouldn't be coming back. He hoped that wasn't the case, but he would much rather give his life as a Knight than as an Officer, and he still felt indebted to becoming a Knight that he was unable to turn down any chance to help Order.

He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, looking at the sky, and sometimes taking a look around when he wanted to look at something else for the moment. He would stay. He had to.