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Princess Ganymede

Ganymede walked as if drifting through a fog.

She thought to ensure her allies were taken care of, but she’d already failed them and was afraid she’d do so again. Better to leave the energy offerings and the healing for those better suited to it.

She thought to check the console, see if anything she might remember could possibly be beneficial, but her thoughts were so muddled, she knew there would be no hope of sifting through old memories. (More than likely, she had nothing relevant to offer anyway.)

She thought to put her questions to Caedus, at least to let him know she’d like to speak when he felt up to it, but he seemed overwhelmed enough, and though she was angry, her sympathy extended far enough to offer him time.

So she followed Valhalla to the room where the piece of the Code... lived? Hid? Lurked?

Given the nature of it, Ganymede felt out of place there. A number of Knights had already gathered around. (She noticed Saqqara and allowed herself a brief moment of relief. At least one of the people she’d helped that night had made it out alive.) As far as Ganymede was concerned, this room, and the entity housed there, was the domain of these Knights. It was their place to ask questions, no hers.

But she could offer some answers.

To Agrippa, she said, “The computer mentioned an appointment with the Queen, but she’s dead, so I assume us being here has something to do with Cosmos.”

She touched the star brooch on her chest. With a low mumble, Ganymede added, “Shame she couldn’t be here to join us.”

Since the Code offered few specifics to a Page of Neptune (Dunwich), Ganymede told her, “You would need the help of a royal. Myself, or Castor. There are others, but I haven’t seen them in years. Cosmos could help, too, but… she’s been…”

Missing? Avoiding them? Busy? Ganymede honestly couldn’t decide which answer would be better. Her thoughts on Cosmos never made her friends before, so she kept them to herself now.

“But getting help assumes your fiancé would want to be purified. If he doesn’t, then… nothing we do would save him, and if he knows you’re a Knight…”

Ganymede shook her head, horrified. If one Agent knew, more might.

Eternal Sailor Oberon

When Scylla reached out to touch his hands and he could feel the energy being pushed into him, he offered her a small grin in appreciation. Thankfully, whatever was protecting them there at the Moon -- at this Celestial Theater -- it was keeping the pain subdued.

He wasn’t sure about Scylla’s assumptions about the size of the explosion or the fragment, since they’d been told that the composition was unique and brimming with untapped energy. But then again, he was a treasure hunter and not a rocket scientist. Maybe when he got bored of his current field of study he would switch to that.

Pendour received a slightly brighter smile. “Of course,” he said, holding his hand to her since she’d obviously already seen it. He felt guilty about possibly getting some blood on her too. Thankfully their magical dry cleaners was pretty good about repairing their outfits for the next time they powered up.

“I trust you, Pendour. You don’t even need to ask,” he tried to assure her, because she’d give him no reason not to trust her intentions.

Castor, on the other hand.

“Yeah, so, that guy tried helping Lyndin leave with your starseed,” he said bluntly to Caedus, and then kicked at his brother’s cape that must have fallen off of Caedus in their sudden transport to the Moon. It was a little out of the way, so maybe Caedus didn’t realize it was up for grabs since it looked like he wanted to hide under something.

At this point, Oberon didn’t care if he was enabling him. He looked uncomfortable, and if hiding would help, then Oberon would help him hide.

“I am against you speaking to him in private. Or anywhere. There’s no telling if he will just try to kill you again. Just thought you should know before you make any decisions.”

He looked to Scylla, Encke, and Pendour since he knew they had at least risked their lives to try and save Caedus, but he was unsure of the others around them.

“Castor seems to want your starseed to go into the Cauldron to heal. But remember when I met with you when you were here last? About how my brother was dying because his starseed was busted?” he asked Caedus, and he looked to those around him as well, wanting them to hear that there could be another way. Oberon leaned back a bit, around Pendour so he could see the back of his brother, Valhalla, with Ganymede, talking to the Code.

“He’s alive and well now. His magic is restored. He’s not in pain any more. His starseed healed on its own. Even when Cosmos said the only way she could fix it was rebirth. Even after the Code itself suggested that he go to Metallia for help since Cosmos couldn’t -- ah, but that’s a little longer of a story so maybe forget that part,” he added with a cringe, remembering that the Knights apparently all had issues with their Code pieces at one point.

Vígríðr, Page of Jupiter

The battered comrade he was attempting to bandage withdrew, mentioning that it wasn't her blood covering her feet. Vígríðr shrugged, that was much better than the alternative. The woman and the other knight who'd first come into the room were soon distracted by several other newcomers, so the page pulled his slightly shredded tunic back over his head and focused upon the Code instead. After all, it was rather chatty and more than willing to insult them. Lonely thing. Another Jupiter knight who now stood nearby gave a brief overview, but if it was willing to talk that's exactly what he'd do.

"Hah! You have fire in your breast. I like that. I expect nothing, as everything is still new to me. If you wish for a companion to speak with then look no further, as I would know many things if you are the only one here."

The tall man folded his arms, settling in for a good dialogue.

"You certainly have the bravado of one who was once great and mighty, but I would speak in earnest. You may provide us our power, but you mention mutual benefit."

He was more than willing to jab a thumb at himself rather than pointing, if the Code considered it rude.

"That would mean you need us as much as we need you, you even say as much to the lady knight here. You say you do not know me, then hear me now. I am Vígríðr, knight in training to the service of Jupiter!" he thundered, thumping a fist to his chest. "I will smite all evil and Chaos that would threaten the meek and defenseless."

He grinned, anticipating the snarky reply that would be forthcoming.

"And I would wager you challenge my declaration. But how can you, when you do not know me and your power is my power? To doubt me is to doubt yourself! Answer me thusly: where does the great evil that frightens you into hiding hold its truest and most powerful scions? Darkness pervades the galaxy, but it must be deeper in some places moreso than others.

"You say the fragment I hold at my wonder is a piece of yourself, might I commune with you through this shard? Or shall I come knocking many times in the near future so as to hear your wisdom? Through both the knowledge of my forebear and your teachings, your gift will quicken within me into a storm that would shear away all who seek to smother the light."

Vígríðr nodded firmly, sure of his course.

"Help me to help you, friend. We share common cause, else you would not have chosen me as a champion."

Mauvian Hania

Hania had barely began looking for Morgan and Arthuradel when the chibi found him instead. When he was picked up by her the Mauvian had to fight the urge to go limp in relief and instead started to rub his face against her cheek and giving a low purr to try and sooth them both. “I’m glad you are safe as well. How hurt are you?” He asked then tried to look her over from where he was held. “We are on the moon in the palace.”

When Morgan joined them Hania reached out a paw to rest on one of her arms, purring louder for them both. “I’m not sure what did, hopefully we will get answers soon.” He said then looked over to the different groups to the front. “Though for that we might have to get closer to one of them to find out.”

Beta Leporis
Location: Console Room

Beta was grateful for Castor and Lepus' grace, in fact leaning in to the soft feathered wing that he wrapped around her. It functioned like a wall, cutting her off from what was happening and helped her focus on what he and Lepus were telling her. She could be saved. It was possible.

"B-before when I was... almost... Um..." Her eyes darted around at the two surrounding her, "Alpha got me out before it really happened... I didn't think that... if it was finished... um..." She sniffled again, cuffing at her eyes. She was speaking more clearly, her shaking was slowing, and she dared to let herself hope.

Until she learned that Alpha had to want to come back. She sunk back again, drawing her legs back up.

"She didn't recognize me," she whispered. "She... she hurt me. She'd never do that... how can we... make her want to come back?" Officers were one thing. They could still think and feel and experience things as humans. Alpha had seemed... so animal before she fled. Driven by instinct and fear alone. How would they ever convince Alpha that she not only used to be human, but that she used to be so important to someone else? So important to Beta?

"Is it possible to make her want to come back?"

She glanced pitifully from Castor to Lepus, already knowing that they had no answer for her.

Transcendent Eternal Sailor Kerberos
Moving over to the Code!

"Quiet" and "contemplative" were not traits Kerberos usually associated with himself. He was loud and conversational and enthusiastic. But everything that had happened back on Earth, all the violence and bloodshed and loss--it left him silenced.

He felt magic moving through him, and his injury lessened, and he looked around, briefly.

"Who cast a healing spell?" He asked, voice soft. He wanted to offer thanks, personally--because he knew that letting it bleed was not, exactly, an ideal solution.

He did move closer to the group around the Code, if only to listen to what this powerful relic of Knighthood had to say. He'd had no interaction with it, as a Senshi--but it was interesting to have a powerful, ancient force here to speak with them.

And it was...gloriously sassy. He had to hide his grin behind a hand, briefly, listening to it snark off at its Knights. But for the moment, he had little to say. He was too busy turning over his concerns for the future.

The poor Page (Dunwich) who mentioend a fiance in the Negaverse made him frown, though. Ganymede was already offering assistance, at least; that was a step in the right direction.

"If you or he need help, before or afterwards," Kerberos said, finally speaking up, "I spent a lot of time corrupted, before I got out of the Negaverse myself. And it took other people to convince me to do it. So...I'm here, as a resource." He gave her a smile. "Eternal Sailor Kerberos. I hope he agrees to come home with you; no one sohuld be trapped in the Negaverse. It does...awful things to people."

Ugh. He hoped Lyndin and the Cadets with him were alright. If they really were in Laurelite's hold...

The thought made him shudder, a little.

Aeleas

So they weren’t dead...that...was a good thing. Something she hadn’t counted on at all. There were people calling her to come join them, but when they did, she simply shrunk closer to Starlight, hoping to hide herself against him. “...Do you think we are going to be trapped up here forever, Starlight?”

Not that it would be...so terrible. Though, with how these humans were...she could imagine infighting starting rather quickly...and that wouldn’t be good for anyone involved, honestly. But...at the moment, there was no danger that she could see, nothing that worried her in the present.

“...I do not wish for that to be the case.” Aeleas wanted to go to this new home that was waiting for her...where she would have a family. Even now, the one Starlight looked up to had gone to another person in the room and was holding them. Had they been abandoned so quickly? Would this be the case for everything?

The cadet swallowed and her breathing began to get more rapid and shallow and finally she sank to the floor, pulling her knees to her chest and burying her face in them. “...I do not want to be trapped up here forever...I want to be home. I want to be in the home I wanted with you and with your family. I want to be home, Starlight…”

Her voice grew quieter as her breathing continued to speed up, everything crashing down on her like a wave. She was lonely, she was frightened. Those were two feelings that Aeleas utterly abhorred.

“I am very afraid...and I do not like that…” She managed to whisper, squeezing her eyes closed to hold back the flood of tears that she could feel trying to escape. A good effort, but a failure nonetheless.