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With the Carnival in full swing, Painite saw her chance to start the fun. And what was phase one, exactly?

Youma.

Youma everywhere.

She had been gathering them for some time, with help from others, and they had begun to gather on their own. Maybe all the chaos in the air, the promise of so many helpless sources of food and starseeds gathered in one place, was as tantalizing to them as it was to Painite herself. Whatever the case, they were there, and they were chomping at the bit.

It took a few little teleportations from the General to encourage and herd the youma out of the surrounding forest and their hiding places, but the monsters soon made themselves known as they charged into the carnival, spilling into every area, from the entrance to the farthest corners of the rides and the picnic areas. Even the lake did not seem youma free.

The General took a moment to admire the sudden hellish terror that burst forward as people realized this was not some gimmick from the carnival itself. She gripped her communication crystal, and then sent out a message to all the Negaverse soldiers in the area.

"Bring me all of their starseeds. Take every ounce of energy you can. Use the youma as your distractions: drain this place dry."

Let the games begin! With the youma running wild and the exits sealed, the carnival is at the mercy of Chaos! It is up to the White Moon and anyone brave enough to rise up to do what they can to spare some lives. Chaos, your goals remain the same: there is no hiding here, no need for subtlety. Painite wants everyone to let loose. You can consider that an order.

Show them your power, whatever side you fight for!

I've done my best to make the games interesting and prompt fun RP! I don't know how well everything will work so if there are any issues or concerns please PM me, as I can never think of everything!

Sailor Vespa was honestly considering the possibility of simply not participating in this event at all. After all, there were likely going to be a lot of people there, and the odds of General Painite or anyone noticing his absence would have been in his favor, right? After all, who would remember a single, solitary grunt in the grant scheme of things? Perhaps there was a chance to escape...

But alas, Painite's orders came before he had gathered the courage to leave the House of Mirrors, and now, he was trapped in there, just like the helpless people he would have to attack. Yes, attack, because he had absolutely no idea how to drain energy or take a starseed... NO ONE BOTHERED TO TELL HIM!

But that didn't matter. The order was given, and Vespa would obey. And he moved out, just as he caught movement in the corner of his eye. What the hell was that? The enemy? No, one of his own... at least he felt that way. He certainly didn't LOOK like one of him, but again, Vespa was at least grateful that he wasn't alone.

It was something!


He began his assault, moving towards the first human he could see and hoping it wasn't someone he knew... 'Let it be some stranger, let it be some stranger!'

"Thisbe Star Power, Make-Up!"

That was the first step; always the first step. It seemed so silly, shouting it out like that, but the magic that swirled around her, lifting her up to transform her, made it seem a little bit less so.

It was a good thing, all in all, that there had been so few around the House of Mirrors before the attack had begun. She was supposed to have met with Cordelia Carden in the Big Top, but something out this way had caused just enough of a prickle to catch her off guard.

Sailor Thisbe, Senshi of Woe, yanked her hood up into place as though it would protect her before charging in.

Mistake number one.

Her boots skidded to a halt in the entry hall, eyes darting between the mirrors before focusing on one. It looked like something was... Charging... Right at her. It...

The youma hit Sailor Thisbe like a truck barreling down the highway, slamming her hard back into one of the mirrors which began to splinter beneath her weight. "Ow...."

They'd been trying to get out, but it seemed in there attempts to get out they only managed to get separated. Eliza tried to keep close to Ricky, but a noise made her stop and look around. It was a sort of shuffled scrapping that made her skin sprout goosepimples.

She turned to see what appeared to be a youma in the mirror of to the side of her. It wasn't terrible large, but currently it was everywhere. She wasted no time powering up and spinning around wildly, just in time to see the thing shuffle to her right and avoid being struck by it.

Now was she facing the youma, flower in hand, ready to use a distraction tactic which was pretty much all the flower was good for.

There was some sort of skittering noise ahead. A slight noise that Marlin had initially discounted, putting it down to something being wrong with whatever tape they were using to play music that had clicked to creepy about ten minutes ago and hadn’t clicked off.

It was hard to keep discounting the sound however when he kept hearing it however and eventually Marlin had decided to check it out. He’d lingered long enough to let Ricky know that he was going to check out something ahead, but would be back soon and then walked in the direction that he’d thought he’d heard the sound coming from.

A turn off the path he’d been following into one of those dead ends that seemed so common in here had been the only that had stopped Marlin from walking into the path of the thing that headed down the path that he’d been walking just a few moments ago, his green eyes widening at the sound, louder here, of claw skittering across floor.

Oh hell it’s one of those youma things that Camelot was telling me about. At least Marlin was pretty sure it was – it sure as anything didn’t look like anything normal.

Then he remembered that Ricky and the kid (Eliza) were back that way. Crap. Figuring that he had no real choice Marlin powered up to Falias Page, the transformation coming easier this time round. Maybe it was third time lucky – after all that thing didn't seem to be aware of his just yet.

(Just dropping in to say I edited the rolling rules just a wee bit! You don't have to reroll your mirror choice for every attack, just after three, and you only have to wait between attack rolls for the hour/five post part!)

After first making sure he hadn't run into a mirror or a youma, Vespa charged into the fray, fisted arms raised and striking at the first civilian he saw. They didn't look familiar to him, but that didn't make this whole mess any easier to swallow for the Corrupted Senshi. But he knew he shouldn't have cared. This was war, and there'd be casualities, right?

Well, not from him, anyway. He was a loyal soldier, but even he knew he wasn't the most competetant. He wasn't going in to kill... just... a touch here and there, drain some energy, hopefully be enough to get what he needed. That was initially his gameplan...

But something spooked him. Another motion from his left and maybe his own reflection in the mirror, but something caused Vespa to shriek and strike out, and his victim couldn't even defend himself before crumbling down at the Senshi of Wasps feet, which caused him to trip over and land on top of him. Not the most graceful of assaults, but now was his chance! He placed both hands on the unconscious civilian's chest and began to drain, though he wasn't quite sure if he was doing it right.

"What didn't anyone tell me this was hard?"