The feeling of a powerful Order aura coming up on her blind side was reassuring, and when she heard the voice of her friend, that was better, still. Even so, she did not dare to take her gaze off of danger to look him over. She just whispered, with a small nod, "Kami."
The backup did not ease the tension she was carrying, though. If anything, it made her bolder.
She spared a single glance towards the familiar Lieutenant rushing around with some kind of youma before she turned back towards Paracelsian, lip curling. Idiot? That wasn't very nice.
"You're turning to insulting others while you fail to take responsibility for your own actions," she said. There was a fire in her tone that did not come out much. "We're always in a position to refuse to participate in brutality. There's always that choice. Sometimes it comes with a price, that's all."
She took a breath before she went too far, and whispered to Takamizawa, "Please watch my back."
She walked forwards until she was face to face with the Captain. "Show some courage."
Slowly, she uncrossed her arms, and reached for the unconscious woman. "Give her to me, and don't go after anyone else."
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Cybele couldn't help a satisfied smile as the Knight went down, even though there was a twinge of jealousy that his starseed had ended up in Kamacite's hand instead of hers.
There was only so much time to think about that. The teleportation had kept the Super from getting more attacks in, but she was still on their heels, and she gave a pained, desperate cry as her ally hit the dirt.
Cybele quickly stepped between her, Kamacite, and the Knight's starseed. She'd been tasked with protecting the internal team, and even if the powerful enemies and need for backup had thrown a wrench in her plan, she was still going to complete her duties to the best of her abilities.
The senshi began to scream words now- the words of a spell. Cybele knew what was coming, but she stepped forwards into the blast anyway, one arm raising to shield her eyes. Her other hand went straight for the senshi's chest.
She stepped back with a hiss, her arm red and already blistering in places from taking such a close range hit, but she had a starseed in her fist. Good. Another threat neutralized.
Cybele took a shaky breath to center herself, then turned to the other Eternal. "Are you all right?" There were other auras around, but none that she could pick out immediately, so some of the tension dropped from her shoulders as she ran a finger over her arm, and tried to to wince. "How is the building? Secure?"
It was her first day in this place. Tiffany's parents had insisted she would start earning to cover her violin lessons. The job had sounded simple; make coffee for people working in the office, check mail and help with other small tasks her co-workers might have.
It was supposed to be a simple, exciting but relatively easy day.
Surely it had been that for the most of the day. But then the fire alarm started screaming. She had followed her co-workers calmly, worrying little about it. Surely it was just a small fire and everyone was fussing all for nothing. That was until they got outside.
At this point, Tiffany was sure she was having a weird nightmare, especially when she found herself on the dead end, after being chased by something that looked like an overgrown, monstrous butterfly with neon orange and black stripes that reminded her of a tiger somehow. The monster hadn't taken turn in here yet. Maybe, just maybe there were a place to hide. There were stairs up to the roof.. No, going to the roof when the monster could find fly was a bad idea. There was a trash can.. No way she was going to go in there. She would be grounded forever. There was also an abandoned couch laying upside down. Hmm...
If she wanted this to work, she would have to be fast. With all her teenager's strength Tiffany lifted the side of the couch while trying to slide under it. When most of her was under it, she let the couch wall over her. Now, all she needed to do was hold a breath and keep quiet. Easier said than done when there was moldy smell around her and she felt gross overall.
Things seemed to go pretty chaotic pretty fast. The Order was alert, way too alert. Lieutenant Turquoise hadn't expected the Order to arrive this early. For some time, the petite lieutenant had some trouble focusing on which youma to follow.
But there was this big neon orange butterfly youma which was pretty easy to spot. And since the cat on her shoulder seemed to agree with her, they were following that one. But then, they got in a dead-end, seemingly empty one. What now? The youma seemed as lost as they were.
Cora was sure she could feel something. Okay, she felt many things, many auras but she also felt something else. Like something was calling her. And it was coming from that direction where that big butterfly youma was heading to. So when the teal-haired lieutenant asked if they should follow it, of course she agreed!
They met the dead end though, or so the lieutenant and the youma thought. Cora did still feel this strange calling but did she tell them? No, not yet at least. The youma was too stupid to understand and she wasn't very keen to let the lieutenant who hadn't really been kind to her to steal the honor of this find, whatever it was.
"This looks so empty," the guardian cat said with a loud sigh after making a little walk on the dead end alley. "Maybe we should split up. Like, I can search down here and you can jump on those rooftops and search that way. And…" Cora was nudging Turquoise's leg now, smiling a bit coyly. "Maybe you can ride that youma if you give some of your energy."
"Maybe," Turquoise said, the tone of her serious as always. "But it's not my energy that is given.." She leaned down and quickly picked up the cat on her feet. "... It's yours." The lieutenant raised the squirming and loudly protesting cat towards the butterfly youma. Was she serious? Yes and no. This was more a discipling act than a means to sacrifice the kitty. She couldn't really ride the youma, could she?
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At this point in the war, Ganymede was relieved whenever she saw a familiar face still on the side of the White Moon. There’d been too much loss over the years. So many of the allies she’d grown beside hadn’t fought next to her in years. Some went missing. Some left of their own accord — and she couldn’t blame them; Destiny City took so much and gave too little back. Others had been lost to death or corruption.
There were very few she’d be glad never to see again.
“I think our safest bet is to try and get everyone’s attention out here,” Ganymede said, “but the only thing I can think of to do that would be to power up fully.”
Which she tended to save as a last resort. Especially with her mother-in-law here, Ganymede didn’t like the idea of making herself even more of a beacon of light than she already was until she knew Momma got away safely.
Ganymede spared another glance at Momma, widening her eyes as she frowned severely and made a few motions with her hands that clearly indicated to Momma that she should have left already.
“Another option would be to figure out who’s in charge and take them out,” she continued, peering around the corner again, scanning what she could see of the building and its immediate surroundings. “Cut off the head of the snake, or whatever. I can sense several strong auras, but… I can’t pinpoint them through this mess, can you?”
“Sorry, Captain!” Cymophane called to Chambersite.
He winced when Taenite’s magic went a bit off course. “I assume that was unintentional.”
Knowing how Taenite liked to joke, Cymophane wouldn’t be surprised if he did it on purpose, but he gave Taenite the benefit of the doubt anyway. He was cute and had great abs. He couldn’t be all bad.
Cymophane followed after the pillar of fire to offer what assistance he could in the aftermath, ensuring that the Super Senshi Chambersite had been fighting didn’t use the opportunity to make an escape. There was still energy to be drained and starseeds to collect, and this one should be an easy target with the three of them working together.
“How do you know everything about your mother’s business?” Perdita asked.
Of course, hearing that Oberon’s mother might be around here somewhere was a stark reminder that there were still civilians in the area. Too many civilians, not just from the building under attack. This wasn’t a remote area where they’d be able to contain the damage and limit witnesses. Everyone within range of the perimeter was in danger.
Even knowing that a Princess was here somewhere did not come as much of a relief. Perdita couldn’t sense the strong, bright aura that would indicate Oberon’s sister-in-law was at full strength, which meant she was laying low for some reason, or she was otherwise occupied.
As they passed a few panicking civilians, Perdita directed them toward safety. Another youma streaked by, stopped when the civilians scattered, and snarled at Perdita and Oberon as soon as it had them in its sights.
“Can you drink your coffee and help me at the same time, or are you incapable of multitasking?” Perdita asked.
She meant it as a joke, but her flat tone of voice might’ve failed to get that across. She’d stress out about her intentions possibly being misinterpreted later. Now wasn’t really the time.
Rob was in the basement music studio of his house working on a song when his butt began to vibrate and scream in a strange way. "What the ********!" he yelped and jumped to his feet. Vowing to put his senshi phone on silent, he pulled it out of his back pocket to find out what the hell was going on.
What was going on was a disaster downtown. A Negaverse-caused disaster. Princess Ganymede had sent out an all-hands-on-deck distress signal -- which meant it was bad.
"Well s**t." Putting down his guitar, he bounded up the stairs and out into the backyard garden, where under shelter of the gazebo he pulled his senshi pen out of his front pocket and quickly transformed into Puck. "I will bet anything that Faustite character's involved," he muttered to himself as he took off, crossing the rooftops of the Arts District headed for downtown and the Farnsworth Building.
It didn't take him long to get there -- and what he saw was worse than he could have imagined. Negaverse agents and youma battling practically every Order person in the city, smoke pouring out of the building, complete pandemonium.
Puck grinned. This was going to be fun, he thought as he dove down into the thick of the mess.
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2021 2:56 pm
Faust
The hell was all this Negaverse nonsense doing in his goddamn backyard? The shaven puff of a Kurilian bobtail gawked at the swath of auras in disdaining consternation as he bounced his chunky a** into one of the wider alleyways. ll he had to go on was Ganymede's distress signal, and she didn't know much more than he did.
But where there was Chaos, there were asses begging to be kicked, and Faust was good at that. He sprinted down one alley, turned down the next, and bonked his furry head into a Lieutenant's leg. He shook himself out, paused, and looked up at her. His ears flattened against his skull and he summoned up the deepest growl his body could produce.
"What the hell you assholes up to? Who the hell's in charge? Imma kick his a**, and Imma kick yours too if you don't cough up some answers!" Then he butt wiggled, ready to pounce.
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The youma had little to say to its human counterparts, and even less for one of the much-disdained corrupt senshi. But its orders held a powerful enough compulsion over it that it stiffly bounded through the alleys as told, if only to get away from the Negaverse senshi at its rear. If Miyamoto strayed too close, the scorpion tail would whip back at him as a reminder to keep his distance.
It chased, but it would not chase a civilian this time.
Pavo knew very little of what was happening — she only knew that she should go, if only to preempt Giza getting himself into trouble. The soft heart would be drawn to something like this, she knew; he always had strangers' better interests at heart, and she would not risk that.
With a sonorous jingle, she climbed a series of escape ladders and multilevel rooftops to get some clearance over the area. When she reached the top, she saw what she assumed was the epicenter: a hectic mess of civilians, youma, and officers chasing and being chased. Some Order had closed in to intercept, though she couldn't say she knew many of them. She was on her own, more or less. That suited her fine.
It was up that very same rooftop that the youma resentfully led its charge, and at that senshi (Pavo) that the youma brandished its tail. Duty fulfilled to the letter, the youma then slunk off for the better spoils of easy energy and cool, dark passages.
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2021 3:16 pm
Faustite
Bubbles erupted from the cephalopod youma; it was tired of playing personal secretary. It wasn't built for personal secretary. Faustite knew this, but subjected Perkele to this fate nonetheless; a quick gesture had Squiddy priming the microphone for a private connection, and the youma palpated its arms through the air to keep up with its pacing General.
"Cybele," he started, and pointed further in the distance. The youma angled the FaceTime-adjacent video in the gestured direction. "We've a couple Eternals gathering. I gave Cymophane and Taenite orders to lock some witless Order in the Farnsworth; can you bait those two (Megrez, Ganymede) in to join them? Better they're at the empty heart of our operation." Better that they were dispatched in one quick, clean siege. And Cybele, with her magic, should have no trouble leading them to murder.
A quick pass of a hand over his throat had Perkele cut the connection. Kamacite had yet to return, which prompted Faustite to pace more insistently. With Cybele on other ventures, Faustite knew that Kamacite moved on as well. Likely he was called to assist other officers.
Now wasn't the time to dwell, however; his cindered sights set on a wildling (Puck), who now charged into the thick of their brewing operation. "Detour time," he told the youma, and with a motion of his hand, the pair descended from the building like a meteor.
Kill time with this one, he decided. Kill him, too.
Ganymede might have still been giving her frowns that would surely wrinkle her beautiful, youthful face, but Claire was temporarily distracted by something very strange in the alleyway where she was hiding. She was placed on hold with the 911 operators, which probably meant plenty of others were also calling about the incident taking place, which also meant she had time to look around and notice a sparkly, floating ribbon.
“Oh, is this one of those magical things?” she asked no one, having already disconnected the call so she could slip her phone back into her purse.
Her daughter-in-law was still around the corner with her friend, so she didn’t want to bother her to ask. Reaching out, she took hold of the satiny ribbon and--
“Oh!” she gasped, a strange warmth washing over her.
Kamacite watched as Cybele took out the Super with relative ease, although she suffered from the Senshi’s attack. There wasn’t enough time to fully assess the damage, but it was just her arm and she looked to be in relatively good condition, all things considered.
He nodded in appreciation at her concern, even if he was still having a little bit of difficulty breathing. The Knight really packed a punch when he hit his ribs. But he could still teleport and the Knight was as good as dead.
“As far as I’m aware,” he said quietly, still eyeing her arm with some concern, but they couldn’t afford the time they needed to take care of their wounds just yet.
“The other Generals should be on standby,” Kamacite said with a glance up at the roof. He couldn’t see anything from their current vantage point, but he could feel the auras.
Along with the auras of many White Moon approaching.
They would definitely get some measurements now.
Faustite’s voice from Cybele’s communicator drew his attention momentarily, and he nodded to Cybele and her new orders. “Be careful.”
The pain of the burn was starting to really throb through her arm with each heartbeat when the message came over her communicator.
"Of course, Faustite," she replied anyway. It was fine. If there were Eternals around, she did not want them going after any of her allies, especially those like the new, distractable corrupts that she had seen at the meeting. She gave Kamacite a nod, since he had not been told to come with her. She did not think that she could fight two people on her own, but getting them to follow her to the center of things seemed much more reasonable.
It might even be possible.
She wove through the alleyway and around the corner, towards the two powerful auras that were impossible to miss. They were brighter than they should have been. Glowing, one might say, and as she drew closer, she thought there was something almost-
Familiar. Oh.
Cybele stopped in her tracks when she caught sight of Ganymede and the red-haired captive, now free and standing tall. She stared. The hesitation that always came over her in these situations was not leaving her now, and this time on top of that the memory of Ganymede giving her energy was replaying itself in her mind.
She bit the inside of her cheeks, hard. There were people relying on her right now. She couldn't fall for these emotions, not again. She clicked her pen. "Careful," she said to everyone. "I found the Princess."
Then, much louder than strictly necessary, she called out, "Cybele Hunter's Strike!" She fired the volley in between the two of them. It might not hit effectively, but that was fine. She just needed to get their attention.
On that note, she took the starseed that was still in her hand and she popped it between her teeth and grinned, letting the sickly red light shine out at them like a beacon.
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Eternal Sailor Attack: Hunter's Strike An ethereal bow forms in Cybele's hands. Five arrows form this time, and now she can use them to hit enemies. She can aim at a single enemy with a range of 15 feet. They will have no effect on people within five feet of her, however. The arrows will spread out over a small area of about two feet in diameter. It's mostly a single target attack, but could possibly hit two people with a little timing. It's somewhat hard to aim a bow with five arrows on the string, though. If they hit, they will do about as much damage as a dart, including scratches, pricks, and slightly more serious stabs. It could be fairly serious depending on where they hit, though. The aim on this attack is not great, at best one or two will hit the main part of the body. The rest will hit limbs, be scratches or miss completely. It's possible to outrun. The arrows dissolve as soon as they hit anything, so the attack can also be blocked. She can use this attack twice per battle, but it drains her.
“I happen to talk to my mother every day,” Oberon said as if that was obvious. What once started out as just a way to keep her from worrying about him turned into something more pleasant. She wasn’t a horrible person to talk to, and she didn’t always fuss over him when they talked about their day or plans for the weekend, or how Michael was doing.
But not everyone had that kind of relationship with their parents. And maybe the both of them still took comfort in knowing they were both lonely with Michael and Chris and their father out of the house for so many years.
“I’m quite capable of multitasking,” he scoffed dramatically and not at all seriously, before taking another sip, and then waved down a few of the screaming civilians to herd them away from the youma. But since he didn’t want Perdita to nag at him later, he quickly chugged the rest of his coffee and stored the trash in his subspace pocket until they came across a proper disposal bin.
“What do you think? Keep our distance and draw the youma away?” he asked, tugging at the sleeve of his jacket so he could pull it off and throw it over his back, tying the sleeves together so one was over his shoulder and the other looped up underneath his other arm.
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Super Corrupt Miyamoto.
Nearly having his leg taken out from under him by the youmas tail was warning enough - stay back. He really didn't like the fact that youma didn't like him, despite being on the same side. But he knew he was walking into that when he joined, Wolframite made sure he knew such things. He knew youma wouldn't like him and with officers it would varry, as he expected it would, but still it hurt a bit to have youma dislike him. It felt like his sacrifice and his want to be on their side just didn't matter, but he knew it mattered. He knew he wasn't unimportant and he'd gain himself more power so he could do more - be more.
As he followed the cat like youma, giving it the distance needed, he wasn't surprised when it led him to a senshi and not a civilian. At least it was leading him towards what he was interested in, rather than some silly civilian.
Rather than say anything as greeting he went right for the magic throwing. Moving in close enough to the senshi he made a dramatic swweping gesture. "Winters loneliness."
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Super Sailor Scout Attack: Winters loneliness Similar to the first in that Miyamoto makes a sweeping gesture only this time there is a cold bite to the air around those affected by his magic. This coldness goes along with the lonely feeling and seems to make the person(s) feel even more alone and in need of something warm...be it a blanket or a person. Just something to not feel like this. This will last for twenty five seconds and has a five foot range. Can be used twice in battle.
