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One week. Amphitrite was aware. It had been exactly one week since they had been taken, now. She was no longer tied to the bed... not since Ash had found her the day before. There was little to be done, but it was enough to have the power to sit at the edge of her bed rather than bound to it, to be able to walk, to prowl. No one else had come from the order since.

She had been, for a time, grateful just to be able to move, but it still was not enough. She was still caged, still trapped, and still an anxious, sweating mess, her hair sticking to her face no matter how many times she tried in vain to push it away.

No one from the order had come, no. Neither in this entire week had any one of their own, those of chaos, of the Negaverse. Amphitrite had, on her own, tried her hands at bending the bars, breaking them. Nothing. The walls were too solid. There was nothing that could be done on her own, now, nothing, why weren't they coming why hadn't they come had they even noticed had they even -- ?!

Then, there was a shift. From down the hall, the corrupt heard a crash. She jumped up from the fold-out bed, slowly approaching the bars again - and something, she knew, had changed.



*Captives, when you post, please include your character's name and whether or not you want someone special to save them at the top! Thanks! biggrin

A pop of displaced air announced the arrival of a tall woman in the fenced yard of the complex, her booted feet planted wide as her leather coat settled about her. Her face was twisted and hard, her attention focused like a hawk's on the building before her.

Here, Valhalla had revealed, were their missing agents, being held captive by the forces of Order. Taken, as though they flaunted their ability to get away with such an act. Were they really naive or stupid enough to think there wouldn't be retribution?

Around her, more officers began to arrive and as the strength of their collective auras began to build, a smile began to spread across her mouth, pulling back red lips to reveal sharp, pointed fangs.

General Cinnabar had sent out a call for every available officer for this mission. Everyone who could come was, and together? They would tear this place apart, brick by brick. Anticipation made her heart leap and bound in her chest, adrenaline spiking along her nerves to leave her all by vibrating with excitement. It had been too long since they had battled Order as a group... now they would be reminded why the Negaverse was worthy of their fear and respect.

"Remember, the captives are our priority! They may need carried and teleported to safety. Check every last corner of this place... we won't leave anyone behind!" She called out to her fellows. She was not their leader, just one of many, but it bore reminding for the lower ranks, who might find themselves more interested in engaging the enemy than in saving their comrades.

"If you get stopped by one of those senshi or knights though... Don't hesitate to kill them. I think perhaps they need a lesson in why provoking the Negaverse is a bad idea."

She laughed as she leaped forward, breaking into a run for the door that led inside. She hit it with a crash that bent metal, tearing it off its hinges and opening the way for the rest to head inside.

A much dainter, though no less fierce general appeared at the tall half-youma's side. Unlike most attacks on order, the woman was devoid of any smile. Instead, it was a furious sneer that stretched across dark lips as she unwound her arm from her newest lieuteneant's waist. "Help where you're able," she ordered levely, gaze never leaving the large building before them. "Avoid the stronger auras. Return to me or call for help if you find yourself in danger."

Usually she'd have kept th woman close, but Xenotimrs priorities for the evening were clears. Find Ochre, insure his safety. Should any order fighter be foolish enough to stand up to her, anihilate them.

She made a quick glance around her at the other gathered forces, looking for Umber in the growing crowd. No doubt he'd be on a similar mission. If she could find him early, combine forces, there would be no stopping them.

Captive -- Corrupt Super Sailor Chrysocolla - would like to be rescued by Cinnabar or Amphitrite!

Chrysocolla was half-napping, half-thinking -- anything to take her away from this place. (She was so hungry, really; she'd been unchained after she protested she just wanted to sleep, she really did, and she'd been given a little bit of water - but this was inhumane. Sylvite, oh god, Sylvite -- she was here. She'd get out of here. They both would. She was so, so sorry.

Not sorry enough she didn't want to break Celsus' neck under her heel, but the point still stood.)

She wasn't far enough out of it, however, that she didn't hear the crash -- it was distant, muffled through the walls - and deep in the back of her head, she could feel something had changed. Auras slowly blinked into life (they'd been there the entire time, she'd just been unable to feel them) - Super. Lieutenant. General. (General?) Basic. And then the press of Order auras against her mind - moving. What was Chrysocolla to do? She determined, of course, the best course of action:
sit up against the entrance to the cell. Stretch her legs. And keep alert, blinking the sleep from her eyes, twisting stray strands of hair around her bare fingers (she'd taken the gloves off as soon as she could - they were saturated with sweat - although all it really did was make her bruised wrists more obvious.)

They'd come for her. They would.

Lieutenant Marcasite - Seeking to Rescue Captives

Marcasite had responded to the call because Xenotime had come for her. Her general had been insistent on keeping her close, especially when her roommates hadn't come home in several days. The new lieutenant didn't mind, she liked the close proximity and being kept in someone else's orbit, and she was certain that she'd follow the smaller woman anywhere.

Help where you're able, avoid stronger auras. Return to me.

All things she kept in mind when she nodded, smiling brightly at her general when she said, "you got it boss!" A pause and then. "Don't worry, I'll come back no matter what," she promised. The smile slid from her lips the minute Xenotime had left her side, blue eyes sweeping across the mess of people who'd responded to the call.

Sucking in a breath, Marcasite curled her hands into fists and stepped forward intent on helping rescue any of their own.

((Marce is available to come aid any of the captives that do not already have a rescuer in mind! She free to be stopped and engaged by any order-aligned as well!))

Captive- Lieutenant Sylvite: Open for rescue!

She was curled in a corner, half awake, her mouth bone dry, head throbbing, starving, and not like all those times she'd been stuck at the back of the lunch line, but actually, literally starving. She hadn't had information. She wasn't worth taking care of. There had been water a few times, but not enough, and never food, just sleep, on and off, once she'd stopped fighting, and between that bits of panic and worry, daydreams of home, and later the slow realization that it wasn't going to happen, that she was going to die. Chrysocolla, too, which was no fun to think about either... but there was nothing to do here but think...

Then, something shifted and she could feel everything. Order people, everywhere... but the Negaverse, too. More time passed, but it was minutes at the most, and then she could hear their voices in the distance. Were they here to help her? She pulled herself slowly into a sitting position, wanting to stand, but Her vision went blurry for a moment, and her head throbbed, white hot. So, that wasn't happening. She sunk back against the wall and waited, watching and listening.

Captive - Eternal DMC Mintaka: Being rescued by Aurostibite!

Mintaka was so tired, and her head hung so low that it was hard to tell she was awake or not. She didn't know where she was anymore, and could hear the sound of muffled voices through the cell.

Perhaps it was time for them to end them. She had been waiting for this.

"Au...Aurostibite...." She whimpered.

Valhalla -- Trying to help with the rescue! :<

Valhalla had not meant for things to turn out like this. Yes, he’d lead Cinnabar to the jail after Alexandria had told him of the captive Negaverse officers, but only because it had been his only bargaining chip for his life. Without magic, he stood no chance against her. Had he known he would have run into Cinnabar on his way to get help, he would have immediately tried messaging knights and senshi instead.

Retrospect was always twenty twenty.

He couldn’t feel the auras around him, but he knew there were many Negaverse officers there. It was going to be dangerous, but he’d always had the intention of trying to help them from the moment he found out what was going on. The fact that knights and senshi would do this was deplorable. The fact that he could be partially responsible for a fight breaking out was just as bad. He wish he’d had a chance to get in contact with Ganymede, but his ring was acting up again, and prevented the magic from working.

Staying out of the way of the Negaverse officers’ way was priority, but he quickly went to work on trying to break down some of the jail cell doors to untie captives.

“Benitoite, there’s some more down that way,” he called when he saw the familiar face. He felt a strange sense of relief to see another Negaverse officer he could trust.

Which was even stranger, seeing as Benitoite had once taken his starseed from his chest.

Hopefully the General would realize he had nothing to do with this.