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The Maine coon had been drawn over to Urania both by her beckoning him and the fact that something seemed innately wrong about her appearance. It was hard to pinpoint exactly what that was, but he figured he had the best opportunity for that by getting closer. Perhaps, she had simply added something to her uniform.

No, that had not been right. She was holding an item, but that was not quite it either, though that item meant that she needed the help of a Mauvian. That certainly was what he was.

And so he agreed.

"Ready as I can be," he replied, eyeing the item she held, and then her phone, next. It was cute. He wondered idly which of his fellow Mauvians had presented it to her. Perhaps he could compliment their taste.

"You said you were Super Sailor Urania, correct?"

Elliott would figure out what felt wrong about this. Perhaps isolating himself from the noise of Earth would help.

Elliott was advantaged by his Maine coon height and stature when it came to reaching a paw to hold in her hand. He stayed sitting where he was, and waited patiently for the two of them to no longer be on Earth.

This was better. Here, it was easier to think. Perhaps now, it would be clearer what felt off about this Super Sailor Urania. Was it her eyes itself? No, that could not be. He was able to tell from further away that something was not quite correct. Her eyes were natural for her, and the thing that was a little bit different was not clear until he was standing right next to her.

"Yes, my name is Elliott. E-l-l-i-o-t-t if that's important." His brows knit. "At least, my bonded spends a lot of time spelling her civilian name to people. I do not quite understand why."

He glanced above and around them, trying to see if he could see through much. The answer was a resounding no. There were the stars he was used to seeing in the sky, just different and more distant, but that did not tell him much about what was through the dais.

"I am here to help. What do you need me to do?"

That was enough to pique his interest in what her name was outside of the uniform, and he tilted his head to the side to express that. Of course, he followed that up with the more helpful, "If it is not too invasive, what is the name you use? I imagine it is not Urania." Considering she was still among them as the living, Elliott figured she had learned to not freely give out her names. Chaos had a way of finding out all of those things and using them to their greatest efficiency.

... That was, to quickly kill whoever was interpreted as being in the way, and even those that weren't.

Elliott watched Urania take the orb and place it in the pedestal.

... Ah.

"It is fortunate that you found a Mauvian, then."

Was that what seemed off about Urania? Did he innately know her need for a Mauvian? That did not quite seem right, but he would have to approach that later. Standing at his Maine coon height made it not too difficult for him to reach the spot indicated at all. "I wonder which of my fellows made this hundreds, if not thousands, of years ago. These things capture my curiosity."

He pressed his paw to the spot.

"Ptolemy Stargazer? I do like that name." Elliott glanced over her, with a tilt of his head. "It suits you." Considering that it seemed her sphere had something to do with stars, it also made sense. If she was of the stars in such a way, being called a stargazer seemed only fitting.

Hoshi-no-Tama... he did not recognize that name. He had been to a gathering of Mauvians relatively recently, but there was no Tama present. That was a neutral sign in and of itself. Perhaps Tama had not yet been reborn, or had not been awakened. Perhaps he did not attend that meeting due to something else in his life.

Or perhaps the worst happened. He would have to keep an ear to the ground. "I have not met a Hoshi-no-Tama," his brow knit. "I do hope he returns to you."

When the path lit up, his pupils widened in curiosity and splendor. That had worked!

But did not quite fix the sensation that looking at Urania was giving him.

Curious.

Elliott trotted after her. "I am pleased you were able to find a different Mauvian to help you here."

Elliott figured that it was his balance as a Mauvian that allowed him to not topple with how dimly lit this path was. He blinked his eyes a few more times, allowing a few moments to force his pupils to widen to levels that Dahlia would have giggled about. He, however, was not about to wiggle his butt and try to attack something. That would be foolish--

Oh! A little dragon! It hissed at him, but he seemed more intrigued by it than anything else. "Where did you get that little one?"

It was flying down the path, though, to the place Urania wished to lead him. Perhaps it would simply be best to follow the dragon. He glanced up to Urania, glanced down the path, and cautiously followed along.

Elliott was thinking he was beginning to understand what was happening here. If he had the feeling she had needed his help, and it was not specifically because of that, there were other services Mauvians could offer. Some of them were quite obvious, and perhaps he was missing the most obvious one.

"It is very cute, I must say."

He was uncertain if the dragon would agree or even appreciate the compliment, but he followed it nevertheless. He wasn't sure if the dragon was appreciating much of anything at the moment, though. The tower was wonderful, and he wanted to explore it, but the dragon was hissing at it much like he would when he was fearful.

That told him something was very wrong.

It was then, as she asked what it could be, as she hadn't visited for a thousand years, and the little wisp dragon kept staring at the door, that he realized what he might have been needed for.

"Whatever may be in there is bad news, I believe. It may even help explain the state of your world."

He approached Urania directly, bumping her with his head, even if the dragon became more irritated with him. "If you grant me your henshin pen, I can help you with a better defense against whatever is behind that door."

Elliott nodded firmly, taking the pen in his paws.

"I can."

The dragon was right to get away. Being near this observatory felt disturbingly wrong in ways he couldn't describe. Was this place housing what was slowly killing this world? He was willing to bet on it.

As Elliott concentrated and worked on the pen, it slowly began to look different until it felt different, too. Making sure he didn't do something wrong, he played with it first, shifting it from paw to paw as he tested the weight and the way the magic felt. Yes.

This should do it.

He passed it back to her.

"Concentrate on your eternal power, and you might find this will get a bit easier to confront."