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((If you are a Chaos character and participated in the battle ORP then you are automatically assumed to be here. Other Chaos characters are welcome to come congratulate and support their comrades. Whether you post or not, your character will be privy to all of the information here.))


Their hard work, focus, and relentless pursuit of their goals had paid off. In the immediate hours after after the battle, their wounded had been triaged and treated, the first aid training they'd pursued after the Surrounding paying off. Some of the starseeds they'd taken were passed around, until relatively everyone was feeling alive again. Their few dead had been laid to rest within a memorial in the Rift, but their numbers had been bolstered to compensate the fallen's sacrifice.

Now, the mighty warriors of Chaos were in a large room, tired and triumphant, gathered in groups that blurred the line between officer, DMS, and corrupt senshi, eating a whole lot of pizza.

General Howlite had taken it upon herself to comandeer a group of volunteers to teleport into the Rift with over a hundred steaming boxes of food, and now they all sat, somewhat mindlessly chewing and talking amongst themselves while their leaders convened and deliberated, eventually, General-King Zinkenite addressed them all.

"I am honored to stand here with you." It was a simple statement, but a strong one, his bright eyes moving over the crowd.
"Tonight, we will not tax you further with reports and orders. Take pride in yourselves and our combined strength, and regain your own. Tomorrow, we will begin to assess tonight's Operation."

With that, he was finished, turning to speak to a nearby General in a lowered tone.

"Some little b*****d kicked me," Osumilite complained as he was teleported into the Rift. His delicate skin and perfect face did not deserve such cruel treatment! He was a charmer, not a fighter, and though he may be nearly thirty one years old, but he was also one big baby. He looked around at his comrades - most of them had been dealt way more damage than one measly kick to the face, but he had to be camera-ready by the next day. He had to be perfect.

'No, I am always perfect, and one bruise on the face isn't going to change that,' he reminded himself. But it was a big bruise and it huuuurrrrrt. Sadface. Maybe he could get Painite to kiss his boo-boo and make it better.

Sugilite sat, carefully picking bits of crystalized honey off her dress. Grumble though she might, there was no denying the police had arrived at an opportune time. She had underestimated the chibi senshi, and had nearly ended up in well ..... a very sticky situation. The unwanted pun made her shudder slighly, and she passed politely on the food when it was carted past her. It didn't feel like a real victory to her, mainly because she hadn't really done anything. Oh sure, some of the others had stood out, no doubt, and it had all been very dramatic and exiting, for them. The most she had done was help at the end, teleporting the wounded out as best she could.

The worst part, she grumbled quietly to herself, was that she had no one to blame but herself. She had been slow into battle, had neglected to keep herself prepared for a call like this. It had been nothing but sloppiness on her part, and it was by her actions that she was now trying not to p***k her fingers on crystal sharp and residually sticky shards of sugar. At least the chaotic powers of the negaverse seemed to function as a high speed dry cleaners, and her dress would be freshly cleaned and in perfect condition the next time she powered up. With a sigh, she rested her chin on the palm of a hand, propping herself up with an elbow. Oh well, nothing to do now but wait for more orders passed down from above.

It was incredibly rare for Sailor Leto to feel comfortable in the Rift; typically this place set her on edge. But not tonight. Tonight, she was sprawled across the floor, eyes closed, as she shoved a slice of pizza in her face hole. ********' eh.

The right side of her face was throbbing, purple, and bloody. But somehow, at the end of all of this, it was worth it. Knowing that she was fighting for what she believed in, that she ended some stupid ******** Knights' lives, and that she may have tko'd a few Senshi made her feel really damn good, despite the pain. Plus... She'd come out of battles looking far worse than this. At least there were no broken bones this time!

Leto had a giant grin on her face (even though doing so hurt like hell) as she ate, incredibly proud of her teammates, especially because the newbies in the Court managed to get out of that battle alive. She would make a mental note later to make sure that her closest friends from the Negaverse were holding up okay as well. Besides Howlite- she knew she was okay because she brought them ******** pizza and was the best person in the entire world right now. Leto could kiss her, she was so happy to have food in her ******** yeah, pizza.

Wolframite took a seat near the Generals but close to Bismuthite, and set his weapon on the table beside him. He didn't care if someone told a massive, bloody blade wasn't appropriate when eating pizza, Wolframite wanted it there. Considering he had blood on his fingers, he did show some concern and ripped off the sash of his uniform to wipe his hands before reaching out and passing down some paper plates. It was nice to get together, and he honestly wasn't in the mood for cooking when he got back home. He was sure Bismuthite wasn't either, and leaving here on a full stomach to sleep the day away, most likely after a good shower, sounded like a plan.

Taking two slices, he sat down and rubbed his neck. before glancing down as a few officers complained about their attackers.

As soon as they'd arrived his weapon had vanished, he didn't need to go carrying about a large pointy object, and the blond haired General went about finding himself a seat. He was tired and a little worse for wear, but not as bad as some were of course. It felt good though to know they'd won and delivered a huge blow to the enemy.

While some were taken care of and he'd given up the only starseed he'd still had on him, he'd consumed one of the two starseeds earlier during the fighting, he was about ready to eat and then go home to shower and sleep. Food was on the way he'd heard, that was a nice and much deserved surprise.

He'd think about an excuse for being sore and injured when he'd done all those things and woken up, he'd need an excuse to feed his parents and the person he was dating. For now he would focus on eating, as he grabbed himself a slice of pizza with meatball on it. A paper plate grabbed from someone and the rest passed on as he settled in to eat slowly, he wasn't about to just stuff himself. /size]

(Howlite is free for anyone to interact with, just quote me!)

Everybody liked pizza.

No matter how bruised and bloodied she got, the blonde could still take solace in a hot, gooey slice. Once her 'duties' were attended to, she'd been happy to take off her mask and survey the damage to her face. It been painful to set, but the starseeds had helped to the point of making it necessary to heal further. Now it was little more than a bone bruise, the purple color vivid against her freckled skin. The blood had been washed from her skin, and she lounged, pale hair tousled, mindlessly chewing as she stared at the ceiling.

Wolframite watched the others before looking over as Sassolite addressed Howlite. "It should be with all the knights she had on her." He pointed out, setting his pizza down to look over at Bismuthite.

"How did you do after I left?" He asked, glancing the man up and down and not seeing any protruding bones or any puddles of blood. In the Negaverse, that was doing well.