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ZONE 2 -- Fish-Eye’s Archipelago


With one area of Elysion having been laid claim to the Negaverse, and the other to the sailor senshi, it seemed like both sides were standing on equal ground. They were at a stand-off, and the mix of potent chaotic and cosmic energies could be felt intermingling with the pure dream energy of the landscape by Helios and her guard. The careful balance that had been maintained over the years was slowly but surely being tipped... and the silent question that remained was but, in what direction?

The direction the soldiers of the Negaverse headed, in search of territory to hold down so they could squeeze the invading senshi presence out, ended them up at a rocky cliffside over an ocean that overlooked a seemingly endless series of ice-coated islands stretching off into the distance. In stark contrast to the rest of Elysion, this area was unpleasantly cold. However, the clear night sky provided a perfect and breathtaking view of the aurora borealis that made up for the biting chill.

Upon stepping into this particular zone, one can’t help but get the feeling that this place must be magical in some way or another...

Zinkenite smirked He felt good... damned good when he stepped out onto the strange land, the smell of it, the feel of it...no god damned LEOPARD to be seen, even when he had been hoping for a peaceful nights sleep only to be yanked unceremoniously again into the land of 'dreams' this strange world at the heart of all things... 3 guardians, would it be the last battle or would they fight again, would they fight Helios again or would she respect whomever took the majority of the fields.
He doubted the latter, the Senshi held her too far in their sway, whatever madness drove them she was well in its grasp as were her minions.
What strange consequences would be visited on the world when the night was done, he wondered, or would they end... he looked around, tracking to see the other faces familiar, friendly and hostile that appeared in the wild land of ice and the vibrant colors that stained the sky.

Upon entering Elysion, Bismuthite was aware of one thing first and foremost - it was ******** cold. Not only that, but..he was rather excited. He hadn't done anything remotely noteworthy in the Lava zone, and had kind of faded in to the background, but this time.. Maybe it was the aesthetics. He did have an artistic eye after all, and the aurora and over all landscape was thrilling... But no, it wasn't just that.

Rather than try and figure it out, he looked to his fellow Negaverse Agents, a light in his eyes. A readiness to fight. Yes. Let's get this battle started

Wolframite had healed and felt better for it. This battle had been the first time he needed to start taking in energy as before, he could have just waited, rested, and let his abilities to heal help him. But he didn't have the time when any moment he closed his eyes he could be met with molten lava and flaming leopards. A good night's sleep was also not in his power, and he had spent a good deal of time napping in the day which ultimately made him feel like a bum. So unproductive!

Still, as he closed his eyes and woke up in this world, he was glad of one thing. He would not be taking off his shirt. It was cold and the uniform that had once been a bother to him in the last realm was welcomed, and he was glad for being wrapped up from neck to heel. Still, a pair of earmuffs would have been nice.

As much as he knew this was a battle and this land was at stake, he couldn’t help but look up and gape. It was as if they had traveled to the North Pole and he was watching the waves of colors wave in the sky like transparent yards of colorful silk, clustering stars in crystal cold view, and the world a mix of ice, snow, and rock. It was so pretty.

He hadn't been in Elysion since that first time, the battle that decimated both sides and injured his knee beyond what he -thought- could be repaired.

Funny thing, being a Negaverser with quite the taste for starseeds did wonders for your injuries. It wasn't exactly perfect, he still walked with a bit of a limp and it was showing signs he might always do that, but even so he was determined to get back into the fight. Of course, being dumped into the world certainly helped in that regard, and upon spotting Zinkenite and Fayalite he had followed the pair until they arrived here.

In ******** ice. And even then he was still happy! Though whether that was some magical effect or simple normal Scheelite was another story. The boy was usually hyper as hell anyway, and finally being UP and DOING THINGS again was making him damn near ecstatic.

So much so that he bounced around his shorter partner and his lieutenant, grin wide on his face as he tested out that healed knee of his.
"Awww cmon, the cold is kind of awesome!"

Sure was nipping at his exposed arms and face though.

Lieutenant Painite was in much better spirits for this battle. Not just because she had healed will, with the help of her energy-stealing ways, but because there was just something lovely in the air. It was catching, really, as she could already see some of the other would-be brawlers were feeling it, too. She grinned, looking around for her fellow Negaversers.

She was going to prove herself this time. She was very proud of what she had accomplished in the last battle, and she knew for damn sure that things would go better this time. How could they not? She was riding high.

Holding Mr. Saddles, giving him a look as if to make sure he was ready, as well, she made to take a better look around the area. If she was going to be fighting here, she might as well get a feel for it before the fight started, so long as no one charged at her from no where to interrupt. And even then, what did it matter?

It was going to be great.

Super Sailor Chaonis, on the other hand, was grumpy as hell. He felt the strange positivity in the air and forced a grumpy expression on his face, deciding that he was not going to let this place decide his mood for him, and out of spite he was going to be bitter as hell.

Dream worlds be damned.

Still, he was jazzed for a fight and cracked his knuckles as he looked around the field. To pick his first target, of course.

Anthony Darrow was already sitting curled in a corner. Why was here again? Why couldn't sleep just be normal? First an incredibly hot place and now this cold place. He had gotten paranoid after last time and made to put on a T-Shirt and some sweat pants to sleep in instead of just boxers, but he still didn't feel like it was enough. And this time his feet were bare.

He was pouting like a child already. He just wanted to go home. Still... there was something... fun... in the air. He found himself distracted by the lights, watching the sky with a simple expression of happiness on his face.

Once again, he was here. Once again, he didn't know why. All Ganymede knew was that it was ******** cold, and for once he wished he had on more than shorts and stockings. He wrapped his arms around himself in an attempt to ward off the chill and protect the exposed part of his chest, but like that was going to work.

Ganymede shuffled along at the back of the group and looked up at the sky and wondered what the hell kind of nonsense and madness he'd get caught up in this time, but he felt oddly... confident? No, that wasn't the right word, really. He was confident all the time. Okay, so that wasn't necessarily true, especially in this form. He felt completely out of his depth in this form, so any courage he might experience was usually pretty low.

But he felt pretty good. He figured nothing worse could happen to him than what had happened -- or almost happened -- the last time. Third time's the charm, right?