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Vela Super Senshi of Bonfires

Vela was worried as soon as she got there, she had been doing this a lot lately, going to help others with their problems. She wasn't ready to face her own problems yet so this worked just as well for now. Chaos always seemed to cause one problem or another, she knew that all too well, since she had been a corrupt. Vela was pretty much always willing to help others, it was like she was making up for lost time while she was corrupted. She couldn't remember if they had met before but that hardly mattered when someone was in need.

Vela smiled and said "No questions here, I'm Sailor Vela nice to meet you, if we haven't met before." She wasn't always good at remembering who she had met and who she hadn't met. She blamed having her brain and core rattled by shifting chaos.

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Name: Deep Space Eternal Selinur
Action: Arriving.

The group was already gathering, he could sense it as he entered the park, and it sent something of a thrill through the ancient senshi. To think so many young senshi were coming out to assist in something like this, to helping them reclaim the homes they'd been born on, these young senshi had never known space like he and others like him had. Space for these young ones he supposed was a reclaimning of a place which they had few, if any, memories of...a place which they had not been apart of. They'd never lived there like the ancient senshi had...it felt like the reclaiming was deeper for him and his kind in a way because of that, and he did wonder if he was the only one to feel and think as he did. However, he kept his thoughts to himself as he approached the group. Walking lightly, despite the boots he wore, the fox like senshi was sniffing the air as he spotted the group and drew closer to them.

He'd seen some of them before, that one in the fluffy tutu like outfit...he was certain he'd seen them before. They were certainly a rather large and imposing figure. That fuku though kept them from looking too intimidating to the frosty senshi, though really not much intimidated him to be honest. Keeping a shoft distance from the fountain, but close enough to hear everyone, he settled in to watch. Standing there, arms crossed over his chest, he was watching those who arrived and joined the group.



Name: Super Hamal of Talismans
Action: Arriving.

She'd been out on her own, a rare thing indeed, when she'd felt a lot of signatures all in one place. Hamal didn't power up and go out on her own much, her cousins and boyfriend all worried over her, but she was certain that whatever was going on no one would mind her joining in on - she wouldn't be alone. This wasn't as if she were going to take on a general on her own, that her family would have issues with, this was a lot of people and all she could sense was order anyway. So she was safe to investigate and join in on whatever this gathering was for, which she assumed was training of some kind.

The walk through the park didn't take long, all the while she kicked at the hem of her skirt as she walked, the senshi of talismans really did wish her skirt wasn't so dreadully long...it was a wonder she never stepped on it and fell flat on her face. She was certain it would happen at some point; it was a matter of time. Taking in the gathered senshi, and knights, the dark eyes girl knew none of them...but she really didn't get out much and she did for a moment consider sending a message out to Takamizawa, she even had pulled out her phone, but she put her phone away. She was fine - she was safe. She'd let him know about this later. He was likely studying since he was pre-med and she knew it took a lot. She was supportive and so tried not to worry him, as this might, and supported him when she could even bringing him meals as she knew he might just forget to feed himself.

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Caliban, Eternal of Sealing

Caliban stretched his arms out a bit as he made his way over to the meeting spot. Not as secluded as he would have liked considering the Negaverse could be anywhere and dampening their auras with their own cats, but he wouldn't worry about it for now. They would be out of the area soon enough and off to defeat the chaos that had claimed another world.

"Not the first, won't be the last." He mumbled to himself as he found a spot to stand in, continuing to stretch. He had been standing most of the day and his arms and legs were feeling a bit gelatinous. He needed the fight. He still hadn't gone back to his Homeworld all that much once the monster on it had been defeated.

He promised to himself to fix that, he just had to remember to do it.

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Alphubel, Knight of Polaris

After the last battle he hadn't expected to be called for help again so soon, but here he was and willing. With a bit more confidence in himself this time. It was both a good and bad thing to be called here though. Good that they could help, but that so many Homeworlds were in desperate need of saving. He stood to the side, attempting to see how many he could recognize. He thought he remembered one, but the others were all still or completely new to him.

Perhaps he should send out messages to meet others more? Surely they could be a bit more communicative with each other when they could gather in such large groups as this. Or perhaps civilian life ate away at their energy like it did for most people.

He sighed, planting his staff in the ground a little so that he could use it to lean on.

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Voyager, Squire of Pluto

Voyager had to admit that he didn't really like meeting and going to other Homeworlds like this. Well, the number of others was fine, it was more the reason that they were invited that was the problem. It was always stopping chaos or something else. Never because someone just wanted to show off or tell others about their Homeworld or Wonders.

It was quite depressing.

That didn't change the fact that he needed to help however. He was a Squire and that meant more than just sitting on his butt and collecting items to add to a hoard. He had a responsibility to help not only his Wonder heal, but other Wonders and Homeworlds and fighting against Chaos. They weren't given magical powers for no reason, and these gatherings helped to remind him of that.

"Happy to help!" He said, giving Daedalus a thumbs-up. He had no doubt that they would be able to help this Senshi!

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Name: Deep Space Eternal Selinur
Action: "Greeting" Roka and Daedalus.

While looking over those gathered keen blue eyes landed on a rather interesting figure. Someone he knew, though he wouldn't dare say they were on good termsor anything close to that, but seeing Roka in the group was amusing to say the least. He was mildly surprised, the other didn't seem the social sort. With a bit of a mischevious smile in place Selinur decided to head towards the other.

"Roka." Greeting while his eyes went to their fellow ancient, looking them over carefully, they looked ill prepared for this...more suited for a hospital bed than this gathering here. There was no way they seemed capable of bringing so many to space much less participating in whatever was going on up there, and the fight which would surely come. He had, here and there, seen Fang and how he'd handled the fight on his home planet. They hadn't looked sick before hand either. Daedalus looked ill, very ill, and if he had to deal with anything like Fang had to...this could go bad. At least with the others he's helped out they had not looked sick and had no suffered so from the battles.

"It's been some time since I've seen you Roka, you look well." Flashing a smile to the other, not his fault if it didn't look all that convincing or honest. "I can only assume this planet is doing you some good."

Name: Dunwich, Page of Neptune
Action: Arriving, texting her husband, and asking Daedalus a question.

Summer break meant that Eva had more free hours to make time for doing Knight Things again, but Dunwich hadn’t actually planned on sticking her nose into anything in particular tonight.

When she’d headed out for a patrol, she’d actually considered going up to her Wonder. She’d only been once since the Code had asked all of the Knights to go up there and resonate with the Code Pieces that their Wonders protected. With all the final exams, final papers and projects, grading undergraduates’ work, and similar Destiny City University business out of the way until autumn, Dunwich wanted to go poke around the lighthouse some more, to ferret around in the caves beneath them until she found more of the secrets that her Wonder had long hidden beneath the somewhat disheartening appearance.

She wanted to see what other memories she could trip, to learn more of Keziah Whateley, the Dunwich who’d come before her, and what sorts of strangeness she’d gotten up to there.

But a large gathering of energy signatures tended not to be a good sign, even if all of them were Order-aligned. Getting closer to the group, she heard someone—an eternal senshi seated at the fountain, who looked like some sort of dragon-man—talking about a Chaos infection that he needed help to fight.… So, he was one of the senshi like Madriu. Seemed the most reasonable conclusion (the only reasonable conclusion in Dunwich’s mind, honestly).…… Well, maybe it hadn’t been what Dunwich had planned to do tonight? But helping some long-surviving alien senshi get the Chaos off of his world sounded like a worthy reason to divert from her own plans.

For a moment, she considered using her signet ring to let Jacob know, but ultimately, she pulled her civilian phone out of her subspace instead. She fired off a quick text—“Might be out later than expected. Important business. I’ll explain when I get home, love you”—then raised her hand.

“What does the Chaos infection on your world look like,” she asked, hoping that she didn’t sound too pushy or nosy or anything. “I only ask because different situations might require different strategies to fight it. Can’t hurt for people to think about this ahead of time, right?”

Name: DSS Corvina of Windflowers
Action: Arriving with Lanting. Glowering. Judging people. Getting on his knees to talk to Lanting more easily. Sorry for his bad attitude, he didn’t want to come.

Honestly, Corvina hadn’t really understood why Lanting wanted to come to this gathering. He couldn’t offhand remember anything about a Sailor Daedalus or his world. If he had Chaos on it, the same way that Corvina had on his own world, then it honestly sounded like his own problem to deal with and Corvina wanted no part of it.

But Lanting had insisted that going together might be a good idea, and……well. Lanting did know more about Earth and their customs than Corvina did.…… Corvina hadn’t even visited this insignificant backwater planet very often back during the Silver Millennium—or at least it had certainly felt like an insignificant backwater planet back then. Why so many Knights and senshi had been reincarnated here, Corvina couldn’t begin to fathom, but it was hardly fitting for people like them. Earthling warriors during the Silver Millennium couldn’t even compare to Corvinate children, much less their elite fighters.

Digressions about the strength and ferocity of Corvinate warriors, however, didn’t change that Lanting knew this planet better than Corvina did. Nor did they stop Lanting from thinking that they might get something positive out of attending this adventure.

Despite his lack of interest, Corvina had dutifully followed Lanting to the park where people were meeting up. If Lanting said this was a good idea, then Corvina was going to disagree quietly but listen regardless. Standing beside and slightly behind Lanting, with his ears angled down in irritation and his muscular arms crossed over his own broad chest, Corvina scowled out at anyone who dared to glance either his way or Lanting’s for too long. Whatever they were thinking, he didn’t like it. Even if they were thinking that Lanting was beautiful and precious and he needed to be protected, Corvina didn’t like it. They would’ve been objectively correct, in that case, but that didn’t mean Corvina appreciated them thinking those things about Lanting.

Taking in the sight of the group, Corvina struggled to remember too many of these people, so he assumed that he hadn’t known any of them before, or at least not very well.… Most of them had apparently been reincarnated, like Lanting. The one in the billowing sleeves and too many skirts (Murikabushi) had the look of people from Corvina’s mother’s homeworld, which made him immediately suspect. Some Saturn Squire with a club and a braid, wearing a long, red dress (Kaifeng)—he might have been the new version of that one Saturn Knight? The one who’d come to Corvina with another Saturn Knight, investigating a murder or something, then he’d gotten drunk, and one thing had led to another, which had meant for a very interesting match in the capital city’s best arena that night.

“That one might be a problem,” Corvina told Lanting, awkwardly trying to bend closer so he could whisper.…… Given the disparity in their heights, this proved difficult, so Corvina got on his knees instead. That put his height about even with Lanting’s, making this much easier.

Pointing toward Kaifeng, Corvina went on, “If he’s the reincarnation of who I think he is—Kaifeng, I think?—then somebody had better control him. The last one visited my world once, in the company of another Saturn Knight. He was a formidable warrior, punished a murderer who’d tried to escape justice by hiding on Corvina—” The previous Kaifeng had been so formidable despite having had Murikabushian heritage.… Same as Corvina himself, who’d proven time and time again that he was his world’s greatest warrior.… Better not to say so out loud, though. You never wanted to bring up something that shameful of your own free will.… “—but when he drank, he caused trouble. Landed himself in the arena all over again, this time answering for a grievance.”

Corvina paused, giving a pensive hum and looking the new Probably-But-Maybe-Not-Kaifeng of Saturn over again as he pondered whether or not to finish that thought by telling Lanting what the last Kaifeng of Saturn had done during that little misadventure.…… This new one—who may not have even been Kaifeng, what did Corvina know—he didn’t look quite as tall as the old one. His ears, likewise, weren’t anywhere near as impressive. The compact, rounded shape of Terran ears only looked good on Shuangxu—or on Lanting—and losing out on longer, statelier ears with pointed tips must have been a serious blow for Kaifeng-Or-Maybe-Not.…… He might not have been able to keep up with his predecessor as a warrior, though. It was hard to tell by looking at him in this particular setting.

Still, something felt incomplete about the story as it stood, so Corvina added, “He floored seven of my people’s fiercest warriors in the arena before his comrade convinced him to stop. While drunk. He wasn’t even powered up to do it. Didn’t give them the kindness of a clean death, either, but made them live with the shame of having been beaten by a drunk Knight whose father’s family were not only criminals but Murikabushian, which was worse.”

Sailor Stribor of Gentleness

Stribor stuck like glue to Kaifeng—sure, he liked making new friends and all, but this seemed like exactly the wrong time and place. The nerves bubbled up inside him and he tried to swallow them down.

After everything... he wasn't sure what to do anymore. But he could fight. He could do whatever it was his fellow alien needed him to do to remove the Chaos from his planet. He wanted that badly. Needed to see it happen—he'd heard of one, at least, from Kaifeng, some wolf-ish senshi who'd needed a bunch of people to help destroy the Chaos that manifested on his planet.

At least, he hoped, this all meant that... some people would come to him and help when it was his own time.

He shyly waved to the person Kaifeng waved at, cringing just a bit closer to Kaifeng and feeling guilty about it.