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 Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 4:07 pm
For days, they had been searching relentlessly. Every inch of Destiny City had been prowled by officers, winged youma taking to the skies to scope out any possible hideouts. On occasion an officer would run into one of the Blood Moon Senshi, and would received a clump of hair or a piece of a uniform as reassurance that the six prisoners still lived. Whether or not it was really of any comfort at all was up for debate, given who had captured them. As days became weeks, hope had begun to wane. For why would the Blood Moon Court have kept their prisoners alive for so long? Then again, it had been curious that Ares had been so adamant about taking them alive in the first place. Finally, the break came, and the Negaverse assembled. Now, you stand ready at the southern entrance of the old, abandoned factory that stands upon a hilltop just outside the city. You felt it through and through as a communicator was shattered, ordered barked within seconds. One team to the North entrance, one to the South. Two teams, six prisoners. And who knew what lay ahead? South Team - General Zinkenite - Captain Scheelite - Lt. Zanazziite - Lt. Mica - Lt. Zircon - Lt. Raite - Lt. Ilmenite - Lt. Azeztulite - Lt. Bisintine The first room within the warehouse was empty -- no windows, no light, no sound. The only thing that was visible before the door slammed shut behind the rescue team was a mirror in one corner of the room and another door directly in front of them. The question is: do you open it? ALL PARTICIPANTS SHOULD MAKE AN ENTRANCE POST TO ESTABLISH THEIR PRESENCE IN THE WAREHOUSE. LATECOMERS MAY POST THEIR ENTRANCE AT ANY TIME AND WILL HAVE TO 'CATCH UP' WITH THE GROUP.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 4:24 pm
Zanazziite had been worried, she had tried to keep it buried and locked away. But sometimes her façade would crack and she’d find herself crying, terrified for the missing officers. Luckily for her most of her breakdowns had happened in the middle of the night when she was curled up in her bed at Crystal. It was during these times she wanted to rush out and track down their captors by herself and somehow defeat them all. But she never acted on those irrational impulses. She knew that one lone Lieutenant wasn’t going to be able to do what the bulk of the Negaverse couldn’t do.
Now though, now Zan wasn’t worried anymore. Now she was determined. She, like everyone else, had felt the surge of energy when the communicator was smashed. She hadn’t hesitated to follow orders, joining with her group at the southern end of the warehouse. It was a foreboding building, dark and mysterious, and normally it would have scared her. But not now.
Gloved hands were balled into fists as the Lieutenant followed her group into the warehouse. Violet eyes scanned the room in the dim light that filtered in from the open doorway. It wasn’t too spectacular, just a mirror in the corner, and a door in front of them. She didn’t have much time to contemplate the décor before the door closed leaving them in darkness. Standing in the darkness she took a shaky breath. Now was not the time to let her old fear of the dark rise back up.
”So…what now?” Her voice was a whisper, looking to the more experienced officers to lead the way.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 4:27 pm
Just moments before he had been huddled with his general, flailing and recalling the story of how the sash he had found had just disappeared. There one moment, gone the next. What did it mean? Had Dioptase simply powered down...or worse? He felt something was really wrong, but he was hoping it was simply a case of paranoia.
Then that shot came, the unmistakable feeling that they instantly knew the meaning of. Something was wrong. And they were needed. NOW.
Scheelite stood inside the first room with the rest of their team, all nerves and boundless amounts of adrenaline that he had no idea what to do with. Thankfully for the others, Scheelite's glowsticks gave off enough of a glow that they could at least tell his general location. If they stood close enough to him they could see around them as well. For a few seconds the captain paced back and forth, acid eyes glancing to the few things in the room.
There was him, and the others.
There was that door.
And then there was that mirror.
Scheelite eyed it for a moment, then glanced back at Zink. The general must have known what he was thinking, because it only took a nod to send Scheelite into action. The blonde stalked forward, guitar raised in his hands. Seconds later it was being swung forward, pointed end first, to try and smash the mirror.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 4:34 pm
"We move carefully." Zinkenite's orders were quiet but distinct as he moved into the room. He was hardly imposing, he wasn't 'scary' looking, he was short, he was quiet and he scowled and stared too much and for too long but he was at least a thinker...or he tried.
His nod to the mirror was curt and he raised an arm to shied himself from any flying glass shards.
"If we enter a room I'm adding smoke..." he hissed the words even as he put his goggles into place. "That should show us at least some of the traps... everyone move like the floor might be trapped too...it could be. Gorilla traps are simple... bombs can be made from home Depo... these people drugged, kidnapped, and tortured our people, I don't want anyone here added to their tally..." He glanced to each of them and nodded quietly.
"Everyone ready?" He asked quietly
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 4:46 pm
Was he ready? No, definitely not: if the situation were less serious, if Zink had been less focused on this task, if his expression were less sharp and intense or his tony less furious -- then Ilmenite might have been his usual self, bluster and pain in the a**, unable to bite down on the sarcasm that bubbled inside of him.
As it was his mouth was, remarkably, closed. His eyes dark, his expression serious, he looked older than usual and also more lost. The jaded edge he tried to put on the world was, stripped away. Whether it would still be come tomorrow...
Well. He moved as quietly as he could behind Zink, half-turned in place to watch the door behind them, not quite suspicious enough to think about the possibility of an attack from the rear, but also not stupid enough to discard the possibility.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 4:50 pm
The factory was quiet. One could easily go so far as to say it was eerily quiet, as though there were some kind of magical force dampening the sounds. You can feel the pressure on your eardrums, as though someone had stuffed cotton just a bit too far in. If you try the door that had closed behind you, it does not budge. Hell, it doesn't even think about budging. Could door laugh, this one Whoever had prepared this place had prepared it well, and no amount of kicking or slamming or punching would seem to open it. The choices were to move onwards or teleport out, with seemingly no way to get back in. Suddenly, for a brief moment, you can hear something. A scream, in the unmistakable two-tone voice of General Tanzanite. It did not sound pleasant. In fact, if you had to put it into words, “Ow, that ******** hurt” might have been among the first that sprung to mind. You think you might smell burning flesh, but hey, maybe that's just your nerves. After all... it's pretty dark and creepy in here, right? And the sound of Captain Scheelite shattering that mirror certainly doesn't help your nerves. You could be scared, but the presence of your fellow officers is a comforting one. You stand together, united, ready to take on anything and everything. If only you had some idea what anything or everything might entail. Then, you notice something. If you close your eyes and focus, you can feel the energy signatures. But you only feel five, with no way to tell who was who. Except for Bismuthite, whose unique... skills allowed him to sense one particular youma presence. It, like the other four, was incredibly weak. However, as the Captain breaks the mirror, a click echoes loudly through the room. For a moment, silence reigns again, before as soft hissssss starts up, and a blue smoke begins to fill the room. Better get through that door, and fast! EVERYONE ROLL 1d6 TO DETERMINE THE EFFECT OF THIS MAGICAL SMOKE! All effects last through the next two rounds. 1 – You feel dizzy! You are drunk for all intents and purposes for the next two rounds! 2 – You are rather convinced that you are a crab. As a crab, you decide you should probably crabwalk. 3 - You.. Oh god. You need to dance. YOU NEED TO DANCE NOW. 4 – You feel a tickle in the back of your throat... and that tickle becomes a song! You must now sing all of your words for the next round. 5 – Oh my! Isn't that young General Zinkenite handsome? You now have the desire to be overly affectionate with your fellow Negas. You just want to hug them. You want to hug them forever. 6 – Dude... look at the colors. You are now hallucinating. There are small blue elephants running around. What the hell.
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Demy-Stardust rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 4:53 pm
He was serious, deathly serious. That mirror had to go and it gave him the smallest hint of satisfaction to feel it shattering under his weapon. Okay sure, there was flying glass for a moment there, but still. No more mirror.
That seriousness quickly faded when he heard the hiss. Eyes widened as the captain scrambled back, the swinging glowsticks giving away his path back towards the others.
And then there was the unmistakable cry of "******** MY LIFE" as the smoke filled the room. Smoke! It was ALWAYS ******** smoke! DAMNIT.
Then...then he had the unending urge to plop down to the ground, admist all the god forsaken smoke (at least it was blue!) and walk.
Like a crab.
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endejester rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 4:54 pm
"Son of a..." The curse was smothered in coughing as he fumbled with his mask, stupid to let it down, STUPID... but 'it was more reassuring if they could see his ******** stupid self help books.
He was going to make everyone on his ******** team get gas masks...that was all there was to it.
Except that he felt... He felt like...
It was really an inappropriate time for it, but he felt like... singing.
Unfortunately the most recent song he heard...was...
"Hmmmhmmm hmm hmmm Caught in a bad romance...ra ra...romaa maaa..."
At least he had a tolerable singing voice.
"I want your ugly, I want your disease..."
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and be blue rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 4:55 pm
Smoke; the smoke tickled in his lungs, left him blinking and puzzled, the smell and taste of it surprising him -- and then the sensation started to turn toward worry, eyebrows knitted together. Realization and he spun back to face Zink, prepared to warn him or ask what the hell it was or something but --
but his General was singing.
Really, that was thoroughly inappropriate.
Ilmenite made a low noise, annoyed, and that sound loosely touched on the same note Zink did at the same moment. Loosely, like seventh or eighth cousins, potentially once or twice removed.
Because he was entirely tone deaf.
"I want your everything as long as it's free..."
It hurt.
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Marsh the Sex Panda rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 4:56 pm
Zan nodded when Zinkenite asked if they were ready. She wanted to get them out, and the sooner the better. She was about to move forward when she was stopped by a haunting scream. Tanzanite! Zanazziite’s heart caught in her throat. The urge to run through the door and search the building until she found the General nearly overtook her, but she managed to restrain herself. Running out on her own wasn’t going to help anyone.
So worried about Tanzanite, the Lieutenant didn’t register the other signatures, or how many there were. One thing she did register was the click and hiss of a booby trap going off. What the heck? She tried to hold her breath and not breathe the blue smoke in, but it was impossible. The smoke was sucked into her lungs and she coughed, suddenly feeling woozy. What was going on?
She went to move forwards and stumbled, reaching out and grabbing the nearest person to keep herself upright. If she had ever actually been drunk she would recognize the feeling, but the seventeen year old had never had a drink in her life. Suddenly she remembered the act she had put on with Painite, acting drunk. She couldn’t stop her laughter. It seemed this time she wasn’t acting.
Pulling herself up she let go of whoever was unfortunate enough to been grabbed, looking around the room. Or at least she tried, even with the light from Scheelite’s glow sticks the smoke was making her visual field very narrow. Unfortunately it didn’t do anything to dampen her hearing. She winced as the boys began to sing, they weren’t very good. ”Boo!” Apparently Zan was a mean drunk.
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The Red Dame rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 4:59 pm
Mica had been in her apartment, trying to remove bloodstains from her clothes when she had felt the communicator break. She was on the move in a flash, thankful that the call of distress had come from somewhere nearby. Arriving at the warehouse quickly, she was able to take in the bare room before the door slammed shut, making her frown; a trap?
She heard the mirror breaking and suddenly a blue mist filled the room. A nice blue mist. Was mist always blue? Thought it was, like, white…
Mica began actually using her cane for support as she eyed the mist. Well then. Well… yeah, that mist was definitely not white. This feeling was very familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it, even though she knew she should be able to. And hey, was the world spinning? Yeah, Mica really loved her cane, and she slumped on it a little more.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 5:11 pm
Zink cast a scowl at the 'boo'... he wasn't that bad... Ever on the other hand sounded like he was ripping his Duct tape off a cat.
He moved towards the door and bracing himself for even worse traps, opened it. He ducked to one side as fast as he could, afraid that something would fly back THROUGH the door, and as much as he wanted out of the smoke... he didn't want impaled, or to give the lieutenants any more blackmail material than they already had.
"I want your love, love love love... I want your ********<"
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 5:17 pm
Dark eyes cast over Zan for a long moment before deciding that she was a Lieutenant instead anything higher rank -- anything that could get him in trouble. So Ilmenite's reply was crude, direct, one finger raised in a universal gesture of 'shove it'.
And he sang louder as he trailed Zink. It killed any stealth he might have had, but also allowed him to keep close, not worrying about footfalls.
"I wancha wanna, a touch cross the land..." Except the problem was he didn't know the rest of the words of the song. This was where he always got distracted by something in a club and just started mouthing crap along with the music.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 5:20 pm
God they were singing. Why were they singing? Maybe they had caught the same curse as him in Tartaros! ...Dear GOD he hoped they weren't in Tartaros. Anything but that!
But really, such things as horrible god damn singing and crazy dream worlds filled with spiders and crows didn't matter to a simple crab. Which, at this moment, was quite what Captain Scheelite believed himself to be. He was of course the most bitchin crab to have ever crabwalked the earth, Scheelite picturing himself in his mind as a crab blinged out to the max with glowsticks and a pair of ******** yeah, raving crab.
Scheelite proceeded to crabwalk his way across the room (sadly he seemed to pick up the movement pretty well, so even in this...odd position he was almost as annoyingly quick as usual), to head off out the door. Zinkenite might have had some reservations about what could be beyond it, but Scheecrab didn't seem to mind.
Secretly he just wanted out of the damn smoke.
The captain made bubbly noises at the others as he moved. That...was the sound a crab made right? Right! At least Scheecrabs did!
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Raspberry Hippos rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 5:23 pm
(( Not sure if I'm suppose to post yet but Akina said to come here. If I'm not suppose to post yet just delete this. o Ao))
Bisintine was never good with time especially when she had something so important> It was hard for her to get out the house when he parents was breathing down her throat but she manage to make an excuse this time. She was probably going to get killed for being late on such an important date but she hope the General would understand. Looking onto the southern entrance she ran her hand through her bright pink hair and entered. She moved light on her feet and quickly because one she didn’t want to get caught and two she really didn’t want to get caught. She looked around for other lieutenant, hoping she wouldn’t be the only person late but of course she was. She spoke in a light whisper to get someone attention, “..He-ello?” She was a bit scare and confused. She hadn’t been on such a big mission and she hope that she wasn’t doing anything wrong. She was going to speak once again but she was hit a mouthful of smoke. “******** s**t! I hate smoke” she yelled. If her coming in late didn’t get their attention then her loud squeaky yelling voice would.
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