Gweneth Malley - Attacking! (Broken IV Pole) Signatures popped up one after another around her. Apparently this group had been quite the powerful one. Of course there were a few chaos signatures around as well, but considering they seemed to be part of the group she didn’t much care at that exact moment. Especially when Thomas made himself known as something beyond just a normal human being.
Gwen swiveled on her heels to look Thomas straight on and she glared heavily at him. The ******** was a youma. She should have figured something was up with him, but he had played the game well. His nervous tick had been a nice touch to keep himself hidden.
Just as he threw his stethoscope at them people began pouncing. Attacks came from every which direction and every damn one of them was focused on the youma in front of them. No one seemed to care what side they were on, they were all united in this one thing. They were all ******** pissed to have been put through such an ordeal and Gwen was right there with them.
Raising her incense burner she joined the fight. Making sure to stay out of the way of senshi attacks and any other knights physically attacking she raised her burner up and used it at a bludgeoning device to hit him. God it felt good to get rid of some of her frustrations on something that she could hit.
“b*****d had it coming.” She said to the youma as she wailed on him.
WC: 251 RWC: 2315
Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 4:43 pm
Rayna - transforming into Myrrha, Super Sailor of Scents
Oh great, another blackout. Rayna fished around momentarily for a place to lean against (better to lean against something than stumble around) and was going to wait until the lights returned. That was until the crackling sounds of electricity reached her ears. Knowing that it couldn't be held off any longer Rayna grabbed a hold of her henshin pen and quietly called out her new transformation phrase, "Myrrha Asteroid Power, Make up."
It was seconds later that the super senshi of scents stood ready to do battle. Her gaze narrowed on the youma that had been Thomas before spotting a familiar face in those that threw themselves at the monster to do battle. Scylla. She was here too.
Morgan tried to smash the intern's face with both the wheelchair fragment and the oxygen tank, though all the while trying to dodge the freaking electricity. Not that she was doing it well but she was trying.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 4:44 pm
Super Sailor Myrrha - attacking with phone/cord
Her weapon may have been considered pitiful but the force in which Myrrha lashed out with the phone end might have turned some heads. She was furious with this mysterious General Obsidian and all the s**t she had suffered through as a result. Heck she bet that even donating blood had been part of this whole elaborate deception.
Although late to the battle party Myrrha still got one of the last licks in on the youma. It was freaky how normal, albeit entirely too twitchy, Thomas had seemed. As Myrrha swung her weapon like a weighted ball and chain towards the former Thomas, she put all her anger and frustration into the strike.
Moments later all that was left of the former Thomas was a pile of dust. Not event slightly interested in the stethoscope Myrrha heard the sirens and did the wisest thing in her books. She fled.
With a final crackle and hiss, the red light goes out from the youma's eyes. Tinfoiled bursts into ashes, exploding into dark wisps as his scrubs flutter to the ground.
Upon closer inspection, the youma is gone but it appears he has left you a present.
An ordinary stethoscope is found on top of the shredded remains of his clothing. You are free to take it, if you choose to, before you hear the lock of the doors unlatch and a final crackle over the speaker system.
You are free to leave what remains of Destiny's Star Hospital. While you stand only feet away from your enemy, you can hear the approaching sirens of multiple emergency vehicles - of all the times for rescue to finally show up!
You'd better hurry, less you find yourself being held responsible for the terrorist act.....
Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 4:51 pm
Myrrha, exit post
In all the chaos of people running away from the approaching sounds of sirens Myrrha decided that taking the high approach was better. At least for the mean time. Taking cover in a nearby oak tree the senshi of scents merely sat and watched as others, way more than she initially knew to be in her group, took off for parts unknown. Considering the lack of a decent bed and food that had been half par in her standards it was no surprise to find herself nodding off.
Perhaps it was moments later, perhaps longer but now that Myrrha was awake she could see cops swarming the hospital grounds. Belatedly she sent out a text to her parents letting them know she was studying with a friend before she sat back to watch the spectacle. It was though smarter to power down now that the danger was over than to continually broadcast her general location to others. Shaking her head and powering down, Rayna slipped out of the tree she had taken refuge in and headed away from the flashing red and blue lights. It was time to go home.
Perhaps her parents would be suspicious if she came home too soon and Rayna didn't want them in that state. It looked like maybe an early evening patrol was in the works but even that, after all the s**t she had gone through, didn't hold much promise. Rayna was tired, rather jumpy, and just plain hungry. It didn't bode well for a patrol unless there managed to be food at the end ... or even before. With that thought in mind the teenager ducked into a nearby fast food restaurant. The food would be better than gummy worms and much more filling too. She hadn't yet recovered from the donation of blood either and what was needed more than a rather hearty pick-me-up.
Placing an order Rayna went back over all she had experienced on the hospital tour and vowed to herself that if she ever met this General Obisidian he'd be the next in line to suffer her wrath.
At some point later that evening, you manage to find a crumpled piece of paper somewhere on your person or near wherever you are. How it came to be in your possession, you're not sure.... but as you straighten up the paper and a soft clink falls to the ground with a flash of silver, you realize this note was meant especially for you.
It seems that Obsidian and Angelite have not forgotten your "contribution" to their little plot and have rewarded you with a token of their appreciation.
Enjoy~~
Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 5:06 pm
The Senshi of the Kraken took a moment to breathe and ready herself for another voley- one which was not necessary, as others in the hall had also grown really damn tired of this stupid-
As Thomas the Torturer was dusted, she darted back into the hospital, deeper towards the direction they had come from. Out of sight. And back to Jada. Jerked out her cell phone, dialing a number.
No reply from Giulia's cell phone, and the fear rose in her gut.
Slamming out the door and off looking for her sister, she bent to grab the doctor's stethoscope on the way out. That was her loot, damn it.
And she wanted her money back for this piece of s**t hospital. And maybe her blood donation bag too.
When the youma burst into dust, Hania had thankfully already pulled away after biting it so he didn't end up with a mouthful of youma ashes. His fur was still sticking up and eyes were still wild as he looked around for any other threats that might pop up to attack them but thankfully it seemed they were finally done. He ended up swiping the stethoscope to double check that it was indeed normal and nothing was wrong with it later on, then he moved over to Morgan. The guardian cat pressed up against her legs and tried to sooth his ruffled fur down with little success as the adrenaline was still pumping. "Let's get out of here okay?" He asked, giving her the pleading cat eyes.
He was more then ready to get out of this place and never return if he could help it.
Very belatedly, after the threat of immediate death had worn off, they realized there were sixteen people here who weren't like-them, in that visceral mind's-eye way.
"You know what," they said, leaning down slowly to pick up the ashy scrubs and then immediately thinking better of it, sheathing their scalpel inside their sash, "this was a ******** sham, and also, I should leave." One step backwards, and another, and another -- they bumped shoulder-first into a wall and winced again. Still jittery, still running on adrenaline; they hadn't slept in a day and they'd been stuck in a contained space with total strangers and, like a child, they wanted to go home. That was all. That was all they wanted, because even for all their love for scary stories, it was a whole lot different to be stuck in the basement of a hospital with the implication being: this isn't a prank, someone wants you dead right now, and they don't care what they do --
Well. General Ashanite had been a lot different from this General Obsidian character, but they knew that if they'd been in his position they would have had just as much fun. Nothing wrong with letting a bunch of jerks decide how the world works.
(They were out the door quickly. That was enough, for them, and they left -- the medal was pinned to their uniform with minor annoyance, but it was nothing.)
Adrenaline was still rushing through her veins as she dropped the freaking oxygen tank and wheelchair fragment, her arms aching from the exertion from carrying them for so ******** long.
She eyed the stethoscope as Hania snagged it, quickly scooping him up when he rubbed against her legs. Morgan pressed her forehead against his fur briefly, before helping him to her shoulder for an easier ride. "We need to go home," she sighed, aware of the edge of exhaustion creeping up on her. The longer they waited, the worse the crash would be.
With barely another look around, Morgan took her leave, making sure to keep Hania safe from any possible threat that might still be lingering. Not that that seemed to be an issue, with the sound of things, but...
Gweneth Malley - POWER UP! (Broken IV Pole) After everyone poured their magic and physical attacks on their new youma friend, the thing that had once been known as Thomas finally exploded into a cloud of glittering dust. Gwen was close enough that her green uniform became dusty grey in color from the bits of youma, but she didn’t much care.
Glancing down at the pile she noted the stethoscope sitting amongst the dust and she vaguely wondered why that, of all things, didn’t disappear with the youma. Reaching down she plucked it out of the dust and gave it a slight shake to dislodge any debri that clung to it. She was curious as to why it hadn’t dusted with the rest of it, considering everything else had with the youma.
She glanced around and noted Scholomance amongst the group. She had a moment, a weak moment, when she wanted to rush over to him to see how he was. She wondered about him almost daily yet. Usually just passing thoughts of curiosity for his well being and missing him in general. But, she couldn’t do that. Not here anyway.
With the stethoscope clutched in her hand she turned and headed for the exit. Practically using her mane of hair as a shield to block any further view of Scholomance as she left with a ducked head.
She needed sleep, food, and time to get herself back under control emotionally.
WC: 233 RWC: 2548
Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 9:52 pm
Scholomance No weapon
The group fell upon their attacker with gusto, dispatching him with relatively few injuries incurred. The youma succumbed much more quickly than those found in Labyrinthite's nest of creatures, for which Scholomance found a little relief. Still, his contribution felt slight and flat when compared to the amount of magic and damage heaped upon the remains of Thomas, and Scholomance felt he faced a long journey to make himself a viable contribution to the war. Briefly he eyed the field for Scylla and Hy-Brasil, and found both to be in decent health. Still standing anyway, and Scylla must've reverted to Jada in the calamity, for he did not see her transform.
Others scampered about, seemingly anxious to flee the scene despite the general still lurking in its confines. True, he felt exhausted from his ill stay, and equally snippy for his lack of everything that made him human in the mornings. Perhaps stepping out owed to more success later.
Scholomance strode for the door begrudgingly, and banished his weapon to the realms of nether space from whence it came. Stepping over the dust pile, he pressed through the double doors and out into the distant siren wails that coated the horizon. He would come back, he decided, once he'd pissed, shaved, and had a damn cup of coffee.
And a cigarette, too. Make that two cigarettes.
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Posted: Mon May 08, 2017 7:59 am
Nadia had slept a little longer than she would have thought she would given the circumstances and she quickly got up and followed along with the others, still clutching the oxygen tank to her chest as if it would magically protect her.
She truly wished Accalia where here right now but unfortunately she wasn't. Telling herself she wasn't going to cry she continued to follow the group and prayed that they'd find an exit soon enough.
When they finally came to an end point of sorts her hopes picked up but quickly fell as the lights went out, cursing them into some dark hell again and she shivered slightly out of terror.
Suddenly there was a rather scary looking man in front of all of them and out of her terror she threw the oxygen tank towards him and did her best to hide where she'd be safe. She was too small to actually do any good. However it wasn't long before the thing was defeated and as it disappeared into a cloud of smoke she couldn't help but be curious to the fact there was still a stethoscope laying in the ashes. Picking it up she clung onto it.
The thing held her curiosity and she followed the rest of the crowd outside and then ran towards where home was. Her parents were never going to believe this!
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