[Rei's silent for a long moment, unsure of what to say to that. It's sweet, touching, and a good reminder of what kind of person this boy is. He's younger than she is by a bit, and less experienced with battle and it's aftermath, yes. It's different for him, because of that. In a way, his little group reminds her of the people she'd fought beside as they'd been in the beginning, before they'd been joined by the Outer Senshi. It was nice, and she stares wistfully off into the city, thinking on that a moment.
Which is when her little fox decides to start trying to climb up Yu's hand...and change everything. His vision clouds over, the scene shifting from Cerealia to the Tokyo skyline, a full moon rising over it all. That, however, is dwarfed by a red gash in the sky. A swirling vortex the color of blood, bright enough to be difficult to look at for more than a moment or two and speckled with lighter spots that give the illusion of stars.
What came rolling forth from the tear in space was something truly horrific, a monster the size of most buildings. A being of formless shadow given flesh, a twisted creature that looked like it could swallow the earth in darkness. Wings, misshapen and lumpy heads, hundreds of thousands of hands, and eyes wild with madness made up it's body, but far more of it billowed forth from the portal. This was something wicked, ageless, something not even a god would see in their darkest nightmares, and there's an instinctive sense of resolution that accompanies this image.
I will fight this. I will destroy this thing, and I will protect my home.
A young woman's voice echoed through the still and silent streets, reverberating like a bell. Turning, there's the feeling of solidarity as nine more girls dressed like Mars and a young man in a tuxedo come into view.]
Everyone, are you ready? [A blonde with long hair asks as she draws a longsword, pointing it at the onrushing cloud of darkness.]
I am. [You...she...he...answers with a nod, gloved hands squeezing tightly together.]
There will be minions on the ground. Everyone but Sailor Moon and Sailor Saturn, focus on those. You two have to get in there and destroy it. Pharoah 90 cannot be allowed to fully manifest or the world is doomed. [This is a taller woman holding a staff, the eldest, dark of skin and possessing a kind of beauty and gravity that one rarely finds in mortal women. There's an ethereal quality to everyone there, but this woman is something else.
The two she was addressing, another blond with pigtails and a young girl with short, dark hair bearing a glaive both nod. Good. She's finally going to accept it. Thank God Sailor Moon is finally growing up, the memory of Mars think to herself. And that's the last thought that enters Yu's mind before the blonde with the sword sounds the charge. Things get blurry then, the group advancing with a burst of speed that carries them across the city in the blink of an eye. Fire rages and emotions dance, and soon they're colliding with the enemy vanguard. Monsters of smoke and shadow appear before them, and the battle truly begins.
And the memory comes to a close, leaving Yu and Rei there on the stoop in some distant world. Rei's eyes close slowly, and she bows her head, knowing what's coming. The nausea...and the knowledge that something else has slipped away.]
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Which is when her little fox decides to start trying to climb up Yu's hand...and change everything. His vision clouds over, the scene shifting from Cerealia to the Tokyo skyline, a full moon rising over it all. That, however, is dwarfed by a red gash in the sky. A swirling vortex the color of blood, bright enough to be difficult to look at for more than a moment or two and speckled with lighter spots that give the illusion of stars.
What came rolling forth from the tear in space was something truly horrific, a monster the size of most buildings. A being of formless shadow given flesh, a twisted creature that looked like it could swallow the earth in darkness. Wings, misshapen and lumpy heads, hundreds of thousands of hands, and eyes wild with madness made up it's body, but far more of it billowed forth from the portal. This was something wicked, ageless, something not even a god would see in their darkest nightmares, and there's an instinctive sense of resolution that accompanies this image.
I will fight this. I will destroy this thing, and I will protect my home.
A young woman's voice echoed through the still and silent streets, reverberating like a bell. Turning, there's the feeling of solidarity as nine more girls dressed like Mars and a young man in a tuxedo come into view.]
Everyone, are you ready? [A blonde with long hair asks as she draws a longsword, pointing it at the onrushing cloud of darkness.]
I am. [You...she...he...answers with a nod, gloved hands squeezing tightly together.]
There will be minions on the ground. Everyone but Sailor Moon and Sailor Saturn, focus on those. You two have to get in there and destroy it. Pharoah 90 cannot be allowed to fully manifest or the world is doomed. [This is a taller woman holding a staff, the eldest, dark of skin and possessing a kind of beauty and gravity that one rarely finds in mortal women. There's an ethereal quality to everyone there, but this woman is something else.
The two she was addressing, another blond with pigtails and a young girl with short, dark hair bearing a glaive both nod. Good. She's finally going to accept it. Thank God Sailor Moon is finally growing up, the memory of Mars think to herself. And that's the last thought that enters Yu's mind before the blonde with the sword sounds the charge. Things get blurry then, the group advancing with a burst of speed that carries them across the city in the blink of an eye. Fire rages and emotions dance, and soon they're colliding with the enemy vanguard. Monsters of smoke and shadow appear before them, and the battle truly begins.
And the memory comes to a close, leaving Yu and Rei there on the stoop in some distant world. Rei's eyes close slowly, and she bows her head, knowing what's coming. The nausea...and the knowledge that something else has slipped away.]