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Eternal Sailor Varuna
With Lysithea, Malus, and Adria, trying to decide what to do now.

Varuna wasn’t even sure if Lysithea heard her. There was too much going on. Too much yelling, too many people throwing magic -- the Negaverse attacking each other? Others were surrounding Faustite, who seemed to be the one in the least amount of danger at the moment.

She would have appreciated if those helping Faustite would focus a little more of their efforts on the group of them that would be doing the purification, but her irritation at the situation was quickly pushed aside when a Corrupted Senshi (Albite) busted through and attacked Lysithea --

Any chance they had at trying to salvage what time they had left was ruined by that Corrupt. Ruined when he decided to attack Lysithea. It took every ounce of her willpower not to throw magic right back at him. To drown him in snow. To watch him suffocate and die--

Malus had already tried reaching for the wand as she reached for Lysithea, but there was nothing they could do. Faustite vanished before they had a chance to do anything else.

There wasn’t time to remind Lysithea that they could still save him. To try and gently calm her by telling her she was being dramatic -- she and Adria helped save Malus before, hadn’t they? If Faustite turned into a youma, they would just have to wait for an opportunity later.

But Lysithea had her crystal, was using it to summon a stampede --

And collapsed.

The rest of the Negaverse seemed to be disbursing. Adria wa suggesting they go to a hospital--

“Hospital could be dangerous. Negaverse knows she likely has a broken arm--” Varuna said in a low voice to Adria and Malus.

She paused. She knew she was likely overstepping because why would they trust her help when she wasn’t even a real doctor. She opened her mouth to offer taking Lysithea to her clinic, but hesitated. Fixing a broken leg of an animal wasn’t the same as the arm of a human. Would they accuse her of treating Lysithea like an animal if she suggested it…?

She nodded when Malus asked if she was okay, and quickly looked him over to make sure he was okay. Adria too. She heard someone speaking to them, but they'd already turned their attention to others, so she focused hers on what was in front of her.

Transcended Eternal Ida

Ida heard other talking and turned to watch as they began to pick Lysithea up, talking about removing her from the situation and getting her help for her arm. Kerberos saw it and acted before she could, activating his magic and filling the area with healing energy. She nodded soberly at him when he spoke, glad for what he could do, even if it was small.

The blonde woman had a good point… Lysithea’s broken arm had been a very public occurrence. Checking into an emergency room would leave her vulnerable if there was anyone there part of the Negaverse and looking for wounded. The knight who picked her up seemed to know a good place, and it made Ida hesitate to offer anything… they seemed such bonded group, it felt intrusive. But what had she trained for, but things like this?

“I have medical knowledge, if you’d like help.” She offered, part of her attention on the emptying battlefield in case anyone took it into their heads to try something. “I also have some amount of healing magic. I can get her arm set and on the way to healing, if you’d prefer not to involve any hospitals.”

Dark eyes flicked from the park to the group, glancing from the knight to the blonde, to the other two who’d been with Lysithea.

Knight Nectaris
Being salty at Albite, checking on Encke

And, as usual, Albite got the Ruining Everything Award.

Everyone else had been doing okay. Not great, it was tense, and awful, and felt like a shoe was going to drop, but they'd been moving towards the court, who was working on their power, and then-

Yeah.

He was doing his Albite thing and taking all of his anger and blame, separating it from any logical path it could have taken that might have put that blame on anyone he cared about, like, she didn't know, Faustite, who had been trying to turn this into some kind of ambush thing, or Heliodor, the one who seemed to have started the actual fight by stepping out of line. Nah, he was mad at the closest convenient target, and that was Lysithea, and he was so mad that he was trying to rip her arm out of her socket, and that was that.

She was the one who could purify Faustite, but Albite would rather be mad than have an alive husband, she guessed.

Nectaris was so glad that she'd broken up with him.

Faustite's body started morphing in a way that made Nikki throw up in her mouth in the moments before he vanished.

It hit the crowd like a bomb had gone off. Everyone was shrieking, crying, staring off into the distance, leaving. The court was gathered around Lysithea.

"Well, that happened,"

Fulgurite in the distance got a quick glance, but he seemed fine, so she turned her attention to Encke. Jet was being rude to him about Pendour, which she knew was a low blow. His hands were burned, and he was staring at them like he was looking at a ghost.

She knew that he'd been holding on to hope about this whole situation, even with all of the red flags that had been popping up. Nectaris had not. At least the pile of ash where Faustite had been couldn't follow her home and betray her, couldn't spring any more ambushes.

This was fine. Sad, maybe, that it had gotten to that point, but fine.

She reached for Encke's upper arm, since his hands were like that.

"Hey," she said quietly, glancing to Basiluzzo, because it seemed like something was off her. "Let's go home too, okay?"

Corrupt Sailor Pax
hey. taxi.

The princess' caterwauling was hurting their ears. Couldn't she wail in pain a little more quietly? She'd passed out eventually, at least, which was probably good for her; with the headphones on, all the further discussion from the mess of a scene dulled to ambiguous noise.

And they'd lost all respect they might've had for Albite, but, admittedly, that had not been a lot of respect to lose. Every time they'd met him, he'd hit Pax's nerves at an angle that made them grit their teeth so hard they felt enamel would break.

So he was an unreliable, overemotional, idiot. They didn't intend to put their life in his hands if they had a choice. Ideally they would have a choice. But that was for the future, and right now they needed transport out of here. Pax didn't think anyone in that clearing was likely to go after them, but Borax was probably a different story..?

They slipped down from their treebranch perch, taking a few steps over to Borax, and reached out and tapped him on the shoulder. "Can you," Pax said, without a lot of inflection, and gestured with their tablet to ideally get the message across: can you get me out of here, like Jadarite said.
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Anakeion Squire of Castor
3 am waffle house group invite

She'd gotten a good hit in on the guy, at least, but before she could get in anything else he'd vanished. It wasn't exactly reassuring; Eternals were pretty durable, and as far as Anakeion could tell she hadn't broken his jaw (she was pretty sure she would've felt more give than that), so it wasn't like she'd accomplished much. She hadn't ******** anything up beyond repair in the fight overall, she was pretty sure, but she hadn't really done?? much?? either???

But as she looked around at the solemn clearing, at Encke dissociating all the way to his comet, at Lysithea unconscious -- hell, she wanted to do something, but what could she do? She wasn't a medic, and she didn't have healing magic; she was a barista, in a shitty band, and had magic that did exactly one thing and one thing only. Now wasn't exactly the time for levity, anyway.

"I'm heading to Waffle House," Anakeion said, and sighed, because what else could she do, "probably, so if anyone doesn't have anything else they can do and just -- wants, to not be alone, for a couple a' hours?"

It wasn't much. It was barely anything. Probably nobody would take her up on it. But it was a little better than nothing, and she was working on that.

Captain Borax
Action: Getting himself and Pax out of dodge.

There was a small part of him that took some internal delight in the wailing of those on the other side, but only a small part. Most of the wailing and bitching and moaning was on their side because apparently, they were a bunch of ******** disasters.

He had done what he was supposed to do. He stayed back and waited for a signal that was never received. His spear never got to be truly soaked with anything, a terrible buzzkill for something he had been looking forward to. It was also a buzzkill that the plan was a failure all around. Faustite was turning into something very much other, and while he was fascinating as a being that had fire contained within his gut, he knew what the inevitable result of that exit had been.

No matter what had desolved, it was too late. Their general was going to become a youma.

Brilliant.

To Jadarite's message, he tapped out a simple,

He felt Pax tap him on the shoulder and turned over his shoulder to look down at them. "Yeah, sure," he could do that now, a delight on its own, but he wouldn't focus on the fact that teleportation was something he could do but just get himself and Pax out of there before some other s**t happened. Knowing that he didn't yet have the power of a general, and barely a captain, he placed a hand on their shoulder before he focused on some other point away from there and left with the both of them.

He needed a goddamn drink.



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Corrupt Eternal Sailor Fulgurite, Senshi of Springs
Action: Out with Cryolite, trying not to signal that Nectaris should call him

... s**t.

He watched, his face growing pale, as one of the order senshi--that was Encke, right? matched with the description--dragged Faustite toward the court that Albite was for some ******** reason attacking. He felt Cryolite cling hard to the material of his uniform as Faustite suddenly yanked himself away, body changing as he vanished into nothing. He heard the wailing and the screaming.

The world felt like it was moving in slow motion around him as Cryolite pulled on him.

we need to go.

They needed to leave. He didn't know if the White Moon would turn their horror with the experience on those around, and he didn't want to be a part of that. Moving to Prehnite had done nothing because there was nothing to be done. He hated this. He cursed the ground they walked on and their supposed ******** allies. He cursed ambushes, in themselves. He had a new reason to hate them.

we need to go.

He saw Nectaris, in the distance, standing with a cadre of order people. He probably shouldn't--he likely shouldn't--was she looking at him? Did she even want to? He lifted a hand to place his finger and thumb toward his ear, weakly, but he didn't put any further effort into it again.

They needed to leave.

Fulgurite grabbed Cryolite's arm and vanished with him without another word.

Mauvian Viatrix
Action: Talking to Harmonia, also agreeing with the Waffle House Visit.

Aquamarine had said something about how they weren't here for her, and she rolled her eyes as a consequence. Sure. That was why they all popped in, and why Roselite was saying this wasn't their intention -- so what was? -- and why some of them started attacking, even illogically. Even ... illogically.

To see the attempts they had made to purify Faustite meet something that caused them to fall apart and fail was heartbreaking. Was there anything she could do about it?

Not really. What could she do, scratch them up further?

Chase after the ash on the ground, including after that other chaos mauvian that just disappeared? She'd love to do that, but she didn't know where he teleported to.

Go talk to Cybele? To Anakeion? To Skoll? To Lysithea and Ida? To Encke?

Her gaze went around the field until she spotted Harmonia, and decided one of the people she had recruited later on should be checked in on, trotting over there as quickly as she could.

"Harmonia?" she asked, carefully. She saw how Harmonia had lashed out. "Are you alright? Anakeion suggested going to waffle house to breathe, which might not be a bad idea..."

Knight Nectaris
Agreeing to Waffle House, heading out


"Waffle House?"

It only took a few seconds of chewing on her cheeks, considering this, before she was nodding. Basi seemed to think it was a good idea, and she trusted his judgement, and she was still pretty sure something was off with Encke, but he was agreeing to it, too.

"Yeah, okay."

She could really go for eating a questionable amount of bacon and fried potatoes right about now.

As the rest of the group moved in that direction, so did she.

[Exit, presumably to Waffle House]

Transcended Eternal Ida

She was unprepared for the venom shot her way, feeling like this stranger had physically slapped her. Ida blinked wide, brown eyes at him before her expression softened and she held up her hands, palms out, in that universal gesture of look, I’m no threat, I have no weapons. She had no idea who this knight was, what he was to Lysithea, and she knew he likely had no idea who she was either.

Ida could have pointed out that she’d seen hundreds of broken arms, set hundreds of them, and had about as much knowledge as anyone else. She could have asked him which risk was worse; a maybe improperly set arm, or the chance that Lysithea’s identity might be compromised. Because unless he could personally vouch for every single person in whatever place he chose to get the x-rays and possible surgery she might need, that was very much a risk. She could have said that with so many people who could offer magical healing, they could compensate for a good amount of that lack.

But she knew, from his tone and his stance and the misplaced anger in his face, that he would not have listened to a word of it. People often lashed out when they were scared or hurt. She’d weathered uncountable number of patients who had done so. Ida understood that, and after everything she had been through these last few months, this felt no worse than any of those had. She let it wash over her and disappear into the aether, at least mostly unphased.

“Of course, you must do what you think is right.” She said in her best soothing nurse’s tone. She fully expected it to be ignored, but it didn’t ultimately matter. Instead, she turned to the two senshi with them and offered them a smile, full of gentle warmth and understanding. They looked miserable, and she supposed that was fair. None of this was any of their fault, as far as she knew.

“I’m Ida, if you ever do need anything.”