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 Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 12:27 am
There could not have been two more different people in the world, and a small miracle existed in the fact that the two had Linarite as their single common bond. Unlike the senshi, Tanzanite felt very little loyalty to her Negaverse comrades. They, like she, were only pawns in Beryl's elaborate game, and each was as dispensable as the next. Whether they died there that night or later in some other battle was irrelevant to Tanzanite, who had eyes only for Castor as they continued on their path of mutually assured destruction. The rest of the world was a snowy blur, a white backdrop to their continuing feud.
Had it really only been less than two years ago that they had met? Such a short span of time didn't seem enough for two people to make such a violent transition. For what was at one point a mutual understanding to grow into the kind of staggering loathing that began with a single seed of hatred. Castor had watched as Kunzite's sword carved through Tanzanite's body as though it were butter, severing the limb and opening the wound into which the youma infection would eventually be planted. He had grieved for her, then, and though she could remember him calling out, there was no gratitude in the memory.
There was only blame. Blame, because Castor, who had saved so many citizens of Destiny City, who had saved countless men and women from the grips of the Negaverse, who had come to the rescue of civilan and senshi alike time and time again, could not save her.
Tears of anger brimmed on her lower lid, spilled over onto her cheeks and froze in pale while trails. They cracked as her features were distorted by an angry scream, her body skidding to a sudden halt as their destined feud was interrupted. The spines at her shoulder seemed to be twisting and extending, the scaly skin moving further and further up her neck. By the time she turned her eyes on Linarite, there was the slightest tinge of muddy darkness beginning to creep into the whites.
“This is between us. They need you,” she said lowly, eyes flicking briefly towards the gathered forces fighting the enemy they should have been after, “You can have his body when I'm done.”
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 12:27 am
Pointedly, Linarite thrust her staff into the snow at her feet. It was within reach if she needed it to ward off any senshi who weren't precisely focused on the rather important danger that was hanging over the fountain, though most of them didn't really have the power to take on a general even if she was a fairly shitty one. Castor's comment had her snorting wisps of white in the cold and taunting cruelly, though it never reached her torn eyes.
"Don't worry darling, didn't I promise to oh...what was it. I'd forgotten." A hand brushed back her hair like it was casual, the earrings flashing in the light of senshi attacks as her own mental one. "Ah yes. I promised to hate you forever didn't I? I would have had you myself if that b*****d Taranis hadn't intervened. No, I think Tanzanite is just perfect for the task my Queen gave me. Don't you?" Her hand flipped dismissively in Castor's direction as she lifted the staff again and nodded at her comrade. It might have been a breach of things, Captain to General but it didn't matter to Linarite. More than anything Tanz was the Negaverse and had its best interest at heart. Without it after all, she would perish as well.
"Try not to maim it past all recognition. The Queen will want it for her gallery." There was a last look before the staff was wrenched from the ground it'd been thrown into and the ball went flying out at a nearby snowy apparition. Her voice rang out into the night.
"If I see a single one of you attacking anything other than that giant ice b***h, I'll have you explaining to the Queen why you let another usurper from space take our planet!" It was the best incentive, always. Fear of the Queen did almost everything. Her body still guarded the pair though, watching for intervention or for Castor to flee.
It was time that was fleeing, fleeing from the Senshi of Hail. It was running out on him and soon there would be no time left for luck.
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 12:29 am
xxxxxGwenliana's last healing expedition turned out rather well, and her facial expression showed it. She glimmered with satisfaction of a job well done. She risked a quick glance at her princess, to make sure she was still okay. Luckily, not a single attack seemed to have phased her. Gwenliana let out a loud cheer and twirled her body around in a graceful fashion, sending snowflakes everywhere, further filling the center with snow. "Yes! Take that you heartless beings! You'll never hurt our prin-"
xxxxxBut Gwenliana's taunts were cut short, as a dagger pierced through her heart. Not a literal one, instead, a verbal one. Ainsley.
xxxxxPrincess Kaguya had mentioned Ainsley. Ainsley. Her friend. Gwenliana couldn't get over this thought, and immediately her jeering ceased. Immediately, the excitement of battle and helping her princess faded away, and Gwenliana actually looked at what was around her. When she looked at her sides, she saw her princess and other snow dancers fighting vigilantly. But when she peered down, she saw just the same thing on the other side. Tons of people, simply fighting for what the wanted. And as she continued to gaze, Gwenliana even spotted Ainsley. Sure, she was in a different outfit, but it was Ainsley nonetheless. And even though she was young and looked cold and scared, she was still brave enough to throw a rock. Gwenliana stopped for a moment more and scanned the crowd. Soon enough she saw Lumiere too, throwing some sort of shard at her princess.
xxxxxIt didn't make sense. None of it made sense. Gwenliana didn't want to hurt her friends. They were her friends. If anything, Ainsley had taught her that princesses were beautiful. She never said princesses hurt other princesses. But as she took a glance at her queen, she was now glaring angrily at the lack of work Gwenliana was performing. Sadly, she raised her arm and flicked medicinal snow at the princess once again. What would happen to her friends if they won ... ? ... What would happen to Gwenliana?
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chiickadee rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 12:31 am
gahhhh. roll for gwenliana's poor little heart.
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 12:50 am
Clarissa had been called here by the snowglobe and arrived at the scene just as the mysterious queen had appeared.
She couldn't even begin to fathom what was happening-- magical beings gathered together in an attempt to fell an evil queen. It almost seemed like a scene right out of a fairy tale.. or a nightmare. At any moment, she expected to wake up and find this all to be a horrible nightmare..
Oh how she wished.
Caught between the clash of superpowers, Clarissa was busy trying to protect herself. Hiding behind a frozen bench, she went un-noticed by both senshi and Negaverse agent. Neither side had the luxury to pay attention to mere civilians.
Those caught in the fray would merely have to save themselves.
Not that she didn't have an idea how. She had neither the strength or capabilities to fight, never had she been forced to rely on violence before. It was a fairly foreign concept to a sheltered girl like her leaving her vulnerable and defenseless to any random attacks. The battlefield was too chaotic-- In poor coordination, everyone was merely attacking at random. To jump out there would be utter suicide.
With a sigh, "I suppose it just had to be Christmas Eve?" She smiled wryly.. There wasn't much else she could say about the situation.
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LadyNozomi rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 1:02 am
Adira Perses had heard the call of the snowglobes, and ached to rush to do their bidding. She'd taken the time to wrap her small ornaments up and put them in a large over the shoulder bag before turning to leave, completely spacing out the fact that she was entertaining. She'd had her front door halfway open when her mother inquired what she was doing. Looking flustered and a bit guilty, she turned and offered her prim and proper mother a smile. "I thought I heard someone at the door, I guess not." It was a lame excuse, but it sounded better than 'the snow globe told me to' so she went with it. Gingerly placing her back of treasure by the door, Adira reluctantly returned to her small house party (her mother and a few of the closer employee's were there, as well as a family friend or two). Her father would be coming by for the actual celebration tomorrow, the one day a year that he actually cared enough to shut off his cell phone and pretend like his family mattered to him.
Adira loved Christmas Day. It was a while from the first call of the snow globes until she had managed to wrap up her little party. It wasn't but 5 minutes after they'd left and the girl had managed to change into jeans and winter boots, throwing on her jacket and grabbing her snow globes before rushing out the back stairs of the apartment (it wouldn't do any good to run into her mother or one of her previous guests, after all).
The scene at the park had already started by the time she'd gotten anywhere close, managing to dip off into a more secluded non-fighty part of the park to stash her bag and henshin up. "Perseus Power, Make-up!" The minty green light of her transformation reflected eerily off the snow around her, making it seem like it was almost glowing. As it faded, her boots crunched into the snow until she made it to the scene of the battle. She wasn't sure exactly what was happening, but there were a lot of people there.
The energy signature alone was nearly staggering and cancelled out at the same time, the park flooded by the powers of good and evil. The woman in the middle chilled her to the bone, being not of this earth in the slightest. Grabbing a nearby branch, she whipped it at the ice-clad woman as hard as she could manage, taking stock in who was around her after.
Perseus could pick out Kurma, and the pink-haired almost princess. She also managed to catch glimpses of Merope and a few other sailors that looked familiar. A bit surprisingly she also saw the faces of several Negaverse agents that she was familiar with. Smiling a bit to herself, she couldn't help but think of the old adage 'the holiday season brings people together'. The Senshi of Illusion moved a bit stiffly in the icy wind, headed towards Kurma. Perhaps he would know who exactly this she witch was. "Kurma!" She gasped as an icicle hit her on the move, tearing through her tights and leaving a gash in the side of her thigh. Gritting her teeth, she powered through the pain, limping her way across the battlefield.
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Molten Tigrex rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 1:29 am
No amount of ethereal hinting and whispering was going to fix Khaldun's internal clock - he was late. He'd meant to go to the town square, he'd been careful to stash the snowglobe in the front pocket of his sweatshirt. It had seemed rather innocuous when it had been just a little music box of a thing, some silly gift shop junk he could hardly understand why he'd bothered to get. But then it had started talking, really talking, saying something different every day. Despite the thrall it had over him, Khaldun had begun to feel a twinge of something. It wasn't right. It was his experience that inanimate objects didn't talk, and maybe he was naive, maybe they did it and he didn't have enough life experience on hand to know it, but it wasn't right. The senshi had the power to do these things, he knew. Beryl had said as much at the meeting - the coma that had swept the city had been their doing. But it didn't feel magical, and Hematite knew the feel of magic very well. It just felt normal, if somehow... comforting. Nothing particularly alarming about it no matter how much he wanted to believe there was.
So sure enough, strange daydreams and soon regular dreams, with the same voice echoing within, the same girl like the tiny figure in the snowglobe, occurred with more fervor and frequency as if in direct response to his newfound opposition, wearing away at him when he was at his least focused. He responded by eventually shoving the snowglobe under his bed, where it would remain out of sight. It didn't do any good. If anything, it must have made things worse. He slept, longer and longer, found himself awake with one arm off the bed, hand brushing the floor, as if he'd been just about to reach into that hiding place. In frustration, he'd almost broken the thing, one night. As if smashing the thing into a million pieces could have stopped the music that rang in his head and repeated endlessly, to silence the voice, to make it all stop. Violence was his general go-to solution. But it was all crazy, the idea that some little plastic toy was the source of all this recent trouble, and even worse because he wasn't even sure he wanted to be rid of it. What did that even mean? Why was he stalling, staring at it? It wasn't going to just make itself disappear, that part was up to him, if he could stomach it. Khaldun hefted a textbook over the snowglobe, closed his eyes, prepared for the worst. The message came to his mind unbidden, the voice, the girl, again, and yet different. He was supposed to take the snowglobe to the town square. She'd be there...
The next thing he knew he was staring down at the snowglobe. The light outside his window had fallen nearly into darkness. He'd been daydreaming. He'd been standing over the snowglobe for what must have been an entire hour or more, lost in thought. The textbook had fallen from his fingers, away from the precious little trinket. Clarity didn't return so much as a feeling like his blood had turned to ice, an overwhelming concern that came from nowhere his less clouded mind could have pinpointed. He didn't know what could have possessed him to go so far as breaking it. What if things were worse without it? She'd be there. With a shaking hand he picked up the snowglobe and fell back onto his bed. He wound the music box one more time and fell into an uneasy sleep to the slow melody.
So he'd awoken late to an urgent dream broadcast, enough to wake him completely with the blue-eyed girl's message practically ringing in his ears. More than a message, it was an urgent plea. Or a command... Combined with the music box's unrelenting music drowning him out even in silence, he had hardly been able to give a thought to why he had soon escaped Hillworth to brave the cold winter air. He wanted to get rid of the snowglobe, didn't he? Sort of? He wasn't sure any more. It must have been why he wanted to go to the town square.
The festivities had started without him - he was about a block away when the snow turned into a whirlwind and the icicles and throne rose out of the ground. Swearing, he quickly made a transformation to Hematite without thinking - a theme for the evening, but the snowstorm was adequate cover. With the snowglobe still in hand, he pressed forward against the biting wind. He arrived to see several things - a woman apparently made out of ice and and hurling more of it in all directions, calling herself a princess; a massive pile of snowglobes identical to his own; and more senshi and Negaverse soldiers than he'd ever seen since the Halloween fiasco.
Son of a b***h.
She was there, all right, whoever she was. The howling wind and adrenaline washed the musical notes away until Hematite was left there with nothing between him and his destructive nature. Snowglobes... everyone in town must have brought theirs too, for some crazy blue lady. Hematite didn't have to know who or how or why or what that so-called princess was, he had a pretty good sense that he'd been fooled, manipulated, nearly driven insane (and probably not the only one, if this turnout meant anything), and it was all this b***h's fault. And it pissed him the hell off.
Without any further stalling, Hematite hefted the plastic snowglobe and threw it to the pavement, smashing the glass to pieces and letting the innards spill out like glitter-filled blood. He spat on it for good measure. It felt pretty good, actually. Magic was nothing but trouble, and his suspicions and paranoia had only been further reinforced by this. ******** senshi. ******** magic. ******** windchill. It could all go to hell, in that order, but maybe after they all gutted the ice b***h. The enemy of his enemy was his friend, this time, and this felt rather personal. Raising his boomerang high, he dove into the fray, letting it fly at the ice princess.
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 1:38 am
There was a sick, twisted part of Castor that had nothing to do with Chaos. Nothing to do with corruption. Nothing to do with any fragment of the underground war he was embroiled in. That dark twisted part of his was born from taking abuse in one form or another, it was the part of him that rationalized his fighting, his selfishness, his hate and it was the part of him he would reach into in order to take that final step to do what many people considered unthinkable.
It was this part of Castor that he used to kill.
It was with this part of himself that he used to ignore the the idea of death. It was this part that gave him his resolve. In that dark part of Castor, was where he'd forced his heart when he saw the woman he had once loved, and now, forced himself to hate.
Laughter rang out as blue eyes drank in the sight of her hair, her burning golden brown eyes, and the hate behind them. His plan had worked. He'd broken her heart. Now, his own heart wept, himself loathing the words soon to be rushing forth. "Don't worry Tanzy." God, the name was bile on his tongue. "She already had my body. In fact she had it quite a few times that night, and oh-" He forced a smirk. "I did so love making her scream." Exposing his past had always been easy for him, thrashing reputations was a cake walk in the past. Back then, he'd had nothing to tarnish, nothing to lose. Now, all he had left was a forced hate, just to fuel them further apart, to make it hurt less in the end.
He liked to think he was doing them both a favor that way.
Tanz was still his focus as more of his dark fueled trash talk bubbled forth. "If only things had been diffrent Tanz." Another crack in his heart, a flicker of his true emotions in his voice. Regret. Castor squashed it as gray orbs burned into his memory. "Maybe then I could have had you screaming under me as well." A step back, and he was ready for his second charge. "Maybe I'll have you screaming yet!" Like a beast, he charged, fist of Ice raised. Tonight, something was going to break.
And Castor was hellbent for it not to be him.
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lizbot rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 1:56 am
Sailor Hestia ran past the rabble, a pile of shopping bags blocking her vision. Last minute shopping was not something to undergo without using every advantage available, even if that meant she occasionally had to make a quick exit when the police sirens got close enough to hear. Normally she would be running Miss Mindy's bath right now but while she'd been cleaning her balls, she'd seen a commercial for a new searchlight that used samurai technology. She had to go out and get it, right then and there. Smiling grimly, she hefted the bags in satisfaction, having bought not only the searchlight but a number of other goodies. This year...this year...
Santa was going down.
She never noticed that she was taking a longer way home than necessary. And in her mind, the only reason she even bothered stopping was that her Hestia Senses were tingling which meant a) Don Diablos was throwing people around nearby, b) there was a sale, or c) someone just claimed superiority over Sailor Algol. Turning to see the Ice Lady, fighting mob action, and flying cutlery...she decided it was likely all three. Which meant that Sailor Hestia wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
Carefully setting her bags on the ground, she started making a rock packed snowball with the concentration of am artist with all the time in the world. Hmmm...it needed...an extra pointy rock just so and...perfect! Holding her finely crafted weapon aloft and then had to dodge an icicle. Moment ruined, she scowled and aimed at the fight's most central figure, "HESTIA BEAM!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 4:04 am
Ainsley was clenching her little fists together, squeezing her arms around her plush prince Octavian Oswald as she tried to be a big girl, as she tried not to cry. She just... just didn't understand! Everyone was fighting and the ice princess she had been so excited to find just refused to even listen to her. The ice princess she had been so excited to find was not a real princess! The ice fiend believed herself to be a princess and was quite pretty to look at but... she Ainsley tried to look into the ice princess' heart she just felt cold, she didn't feel the warm!
You shouldn’t be here! was all the small child heard as she looked to her side to find an older but still rather young girl looking at her and standing rather close in a worried manner. She shouldn't be here? No! She had to be here, everyone was fighting and no one thought second about it! She had to convince the pretty invader to stop. They could all be friends! Ainsley just knew it!
"No! I have to be here..." she managed to get out.
And then Ainsley froze... from the corner of her eye she could see someone. She could see one of her dear friends Gwenliana up near the ice princess. Oh no! The ice dancer had been so curious about princesses and now she was up by one that was hurting everyone! Her friend was in danger! She scurried around everyone she could, she tried to make to to her friend. Her and princess Octavian Oswald tried to.
"Gwenliana!" She called. "Gwenliana!"
She was reaching up trying to get to her friend with no avail. The ice dancer was too distant. Ainsley did all she could do. She called out to the ice dancer, waving as she tried to get her attention. Everyone was so busy, she hoped her little ice friend would notice her. She even tried going up on her tip toes like the dancers had taught her so that she could appear taller. "Gwenliana! Watch out!" She warned. She did not want to see her friend her, or anyone else get hurt! That ice princess was hurting everyone. She hurt Senri and even attacked Ainsley a few times and even just a second ago from more icicles from the ground that the small child dodged by chance when she seen her friend. She cried out more, "Don't let her hurt you!"
"Prince Octavian Oswald would be heart broken if his beloved ice dancer was hurt!" She said in a final chance to get the dancer's attention because at this point the small child was entirely too close to the ice fiend princess, feeling a chill come off the woman just by being near her.
She wanted to step away, she did. She wanted to run away. She wanted to not be here when all these people were fighting but the idea of this woman claiming to be a princess was giving princesses such a bad name! Ainsley couldn't believe Kaguya was all bad for just that reason: princesses were kind and gentle! Ainsley could only shake her head as she could only feel a cold and dangerous chill off the ice princess. She didn't throw a rock, no. She had felt so bad that the rock slipped before, even if it did get the ice princess' attention. She couldn't. She had to get through to the princess inside! So she could only bring herself to speak the words as clearly as she could even though her little body trembled. The words, "No... no, I can't feel it. I can't feel the warmth your heart - the warm of a princess!"
A pause and a swallow.
"Where is it? Where is your kind heart? It has to be there!"
It had to, it just had to be. Her suspicions were only reaffirmed when she seen that so many of her beautiful snow dancer friends, many of which had played with her, danced with her, even taught her to dance, aiding the princess. T-They wouldn't help someone who was completely horrible, would they? No, Ainsley would not believe it! There had to be good somewhere in the ice princess' heart if she was able to get Gwenliana to aid her. Gwenliana was so wonderful! So wonderful that the snow dancer wouldn't aid someone who didn't give back the respect she was given. There was no way! That had to be the case, it had to... right?
Ainsley hoped so. She could only squeeze tightly onto her white plush bunny Octavian Oswald more as she looked up at the vast blue colour that was the ice princess Kaguya. She looked and then slowly the small child put her hand over Octavian Oswald's eyes. He should not look at a princess, any princess, in the manner of the way he was!
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Zoobey rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 4:14 am
It took Mindy exactly twenty-three minutes to figure out that Hestia was probably distracted by some sort of Holiday sale... again. Not that Mindy really cared that much, but there were some distressing things that called for dire situations, all currently revolved around her inability to figure out how the bath tub drain system work (and thus, hot baths being out of the question).
It was also good to know that the GPS tracking device Mindy had stuck on Emily's phone was working. After ushering the chauffeur away a few blocks ago and arriving into the fray as Sailor Algol, she took two seconds to assess the situation.
This did not bode well as one of two things happened, the first being a rather large icicle that nearly impaled her perfect symmetrically cut locks. The second was a rather familiar voice, claiming either "Hestia Beam" or, "Has to be clean!", it was hard to hear over the screaming, pandemonium, and oh, giant frost thing standing in the center of the havoc like some ill begotten deus ex machina. Ruining Sailor Algol's perfectly scheduled bath time. She would have none of that.
Unfortunately, Sailor Hestia was still quite a few shattered snowglobes, icicles, and bodies away. The senshi of ghosts looked left and right for something to attract the other's attention and settled for what looked like some sort of Christmas advert weighted nicely with a free sample of Spray On Snow.
"Hestia!!" Sailor Algol shouted, trying to catch the other's attention as she threw the object vaguely in Hestia's distance. "How do you work the drain tub system?!" God knows where her object actually flew to.
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eldritch stardust rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 5:07 am
Rage nearly made the lime-haired Super Senshi dance in place as the ice Princess shrugged off so many attacks. But what really set her blood to boiling, was seeing the monstrous woman threaten a child who’d been brave enough to try helping in the fight against her. How dare she threaten a little girl. At once, Saiph’s mother wolf instincts rose to the fore of her mind. But, unlike the last time, when she’d been trapped behind a magic bubble, she didn’t berserk. Well, not entirely anyway. She couldn’t control her powers if she lost control of herself. And she sure as hell couldn’t let loose with a kid in the line of fire.
“One of you mudbrained assholes get her out of the way!” Saiph was screaming angrily at senshi and human alike. What were they thinking just firing off without looking to see who might be in the way? As she scanned the crowd, she felt a sickening lump in her stomach to see a glimpse of Tanzanite (now made more recognizable by the giant, ******** monster arm growing out of her shoulder!) threatening Castor. She wanted to help him, but the more pressing worry was the Ice Tramp. With another scream, this time of rage mixed with fear for a friend, she turned her attentions to the ice woman. Castor knew how to take care of himself. Castor could protect himself. The normals humans didn’t have the luxury of magical attacks to fight off the encroaching ice. So, that’s where she would focus.
Calling up her new power, the Senshi of the Primordial snarled silently. Darting through the confused crowd, sh raced to get behind the “Princess”. She wouldn’t risk using her attacks where a child was in the direct line of fire. But maybe aiming at the b***h’s back would keep the tiny girl a little safer until somehow woke up and got her away from the fight.
There! A feral grin flickered across Saiph’s face as she aimed at the woman’s blue-ish white back. It was easy to dodge an attack that you could see coming. But maybe she’d fare better with one that wasn’t seen.
Flinging her arms forward, she unleashed her newest attack, hoping that it would manage to rip through that back.
“Primal Bite!”
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Iris_virus rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 5:11 am
-The familiar masculine voice so close to her ear had sent a shiver through Aurora as she turned to see the familiar figure that had made his way beside her. Oh Azzo... He was always there wasn't he. She could always count on him. Despite all the chaos around her a smile found her lips for a brief moment, her head nodding strongly.- "Thank you Azzo!"
-And then a little more quietly, though it hardly mattered in the whipping wind and shouts of battle cries and witty retorts.- "Let me change real quick."
-She retreated a few feet, dodging a large icicle that shot up from the floor as the ice queen attacked back at the hoard of flying attacks. Knealing beside it, her fingers found her pen, and in just a moment Sailor Polaris returned to Azzo and Europa's sides.-
-SO cold. So so so cold!! Her fist had met with pressure and seering cold as it landed, causing Juno to grit her teeth, shaking her hand a little to try and remove the sensation. Nonetheless it had seemed the little action had done something, even if not much. She didn't even seem as invinsible as the Don had been and that gave the Amazon a burst of hope and adreniline. Her hand was still cold, so she tried a different approach this time, taking advantage of the ice woman's attention on other certain individuals to get close once more, recoiling her leg before pounding one foot as hard as she could against her.
Man if they could get her to the ground and just dogpile her with attacks this would be over in no time.-
((Juno attacking again this time))
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Kaori_luv rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 5:41 am
Lily had not been home when the snowglobe had spoken it last words. No, it was her brother who heard the thing. A whisper of words coming through her door, which had him entering for he thought she was gone and she was. He was quick to all her and ask where she was and urge her to meet him at the park. Lily was very confused, but she left the cafe she had been in, headed to her car and was off to thetown square.
When she arrived her brother was there holding the snowglobe, which she was infinitely annoyed by, with a quick explanation of its instructions and then they were off. Off to see this mysterious being who helped her sleep at night, but then plagued her dreams. It was weird as she ran to know her brother was here as well, but it sort of warmed her heart. That is until she heard all the noise and then saw the pure chaos evolving around her.
She gaped, it was halloween all over again, with as she glanced around, many of the same key players.
She stopped and started to back away, her brother looking at her confused, as she ducked behind a very large snowman. He followed to see her transform right before his eyes. It had been a long time before she had done that. Standing before him was the newly upgraded Super Sailor Maia and she grinned as her brother gaped and pointed to her outfit.
She laughed and grabbed her brother, before leaping into a tree with him. A warning to stay put and she was off charging into battle, thoughts of mild irritation at her uniform, being pushed to the back of her mind.
She looked around for her teammates old and new and grinned as she saw quite a few of them. Maia then turned to the task at hand. She could find a battle buddy later if need be. Everyone was attacking an icequeen, much to the effect of the snowdancers that had been popping up everywhere.
Guess it looked like she was there target. "Absolute Harmony," she cried out singing, her new attack headed for the ice queen.
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