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It was empty as a theater was before a show- bad luck for the actors to be there. No players on a stage but all the trappings still there and ready to go- bright coloured and new for opening night. Echoes. And it was like some phantom had just turned the lights on, and he was there.

Light existed again. Throbbing of burst blood vessels hardly registered, still half a body away compared to just the feeling of being. Of the strings retied, but no longer familiar. Cut strings always retied more or less taut. His eyes opened without hesitation, seeing a uniform and then fuku pass over. Sound had returned, but it was like there was a time delay of comprehension.

'you won't wake up ze second time.'
We are even. I would not rebel against my feeling of duty to order, and obeying the better of my court. Odd fashion...though it be no other hand to take my life but yours and give it back to me in proof that we work in concert tonight.

He rolled up, watching blearily as the talked. It did not seem likely to come to sudden blows. Was that senshi (Acubens) a possible convert? Why was she tailing Bischofite just talking? Courting both the Negaverse and the Mirror? It didn't look like Bischofite would be in immediate danger for intervening on his dubious behalf.

Not tonight. Tonight I do not hunt you. Could not, just yet. Where the Mauvian had gone, he didn't know, couldn't focus. Thraen looked around, for the page, for the mauvian, for Penthesilea who'd been nearby and also outnumbered. She was there- on the ground not many feet away. He crawled hands and knees at first, uncoordinated but determined, until he could progress to a crouch by her fallen form. He gathered War and got her over his shoulder.

The leap to the rafters was clumsy, missing his mark in his vertigo and caught one only by hands. Pulled up, scrambling and then gripped there, letting her down as secured as manageable on the length of the rafter.

Things had to stop swimming. The body falls to coma- blood pressure, heart beat, breathing, everything off and coming back on-line. It'll pass in time. Breath. Get back into it as soon as you have proper depth perception.

It was very few and far between where Wolframite actually envied magic. To him, it was a handicap and a nuisance, one the senshi had as a great power and a great weakness. It never lasted long, and because of the fact that it was their primary way to defense themselves, they usually were defenseless after. If you got to the rank of General, you should have already figured out that magic was just a waiting game.
This time it was a timer.

The look of fear on Leto’s face was something he savored but couldn’t take any credit for. He had no part in making Leto look and feel this way – Europa’s magic did. Bitter, he enjoyed the show until his own eagerness to fight kicked in – which wasn’t long at all. While causing Leto to look this way was a glorious thing, he knew that causing real fear in Leto just by presence alone should be something he strove for. To have presence, power, and respect. Something he doubted the DMC ever gave him. He had been a piece an unexpected extra prize during the kidnapping, and they knew in only a few moments he wasn’t as grand compared to Tanzanite. He held none of the fear-inducing presence that Tanzanite commanded of her enemies.

At Europa’s call, he kicked off. While Europa took a side to punch, he dropped low and swept up for a hard punch to the chest. He wanted to stun her, knock the breath out of her, and get her to get down on her knees. Aside from ripping her head off, starseed removal was the aim. One quick rip of the arm and she would be done.

She wished she wasn't here. She was wishing so hard that when she opened her eyes, she'd find herself out of this factory and all of this would have just been a nightmare. A horrible, horrible nightmare! That Avior wasn't bleeding for taking a hit for her was just her fears getting the better of her. That there weren't not one, but two Negaverse officers had her surrounded and they were just figments of her overworried imagination. That there was only one escape and it meant to fall back into the fray of death and torment below, with the rest of her court below.

But it was real. It was all very, very real, and she couldn't even try to hide her tears, as she looked up and saw Zircon to her front and Labyrinthite to her back. Yes, this was definitely a bad situation she found herself in and had she a cooler head she might have considered a way out. She could have tried to throw out her magic shields and slow them down- it would exhaust her magic and she'd be utterly useless afterwards, but it would at least buy her time to find an escape route for herself and Avior. But she wasn't thinking straight. Avior was bleeding, the two Negaverse officers were closing in on her, and she felt she had two choices.

Stay up here and be at their mercy, or jump down into the fray, and be at someone else's mercy.

But then there was Avior, and she looked back at him. She couldn't leave him up here alone with them! They were close, so close, and she simply panicked. Survival instincts kicked in, and she threw herself over the side, into the fight below. She slammed her eyes shut and braced for impact, hoping that whoever she landed on top of would be kind and forgive her for her blunder. Save herself, so that she could save Avior...



"Yeah, no brainer on that!" Tsui tried to keep her head, tried not to let the reality of what was happening sinking in. There was an ambush on the Dark Mirror Court and she appeared to be playing a part in it. Tsui didn't want to think her friend, her mentor, the one she looked up to like a sister, would be so bloodthirsty as to outright slaughter them, but she knew there was a history there. But she hadn't appeared to kill anyone yet, right? Right?

A Mirror senshi ran towards her and tripped over her own feet, causing Tsui to look up and see the Negaverse officer that was charging at her, weapon drawn and going for the kill. Tsui reacted quickly, stepping in front of the Mirror senshi and blocking the officer with her shoulder, before forcing him back with a kick. No where near a fatal blow and Tsui had no intention of pushing it that far, but it was enough to give the terrified senshi a chance to continue her retreat.

One life saved. For now.

"Kalli, you're not really... working with the Negaverse right now, are you? I mean, I thought both of them were our enemy, right?" Tsui wasn't the type to talk over fight, but she found herself in a state of disbelief. Kallichore couldn't be working for the enemy. She looked over and could see Europa and a masked figure in a deathmatch against Leto, someone Tsui had no love for but never to the point of mass murder. "Aren't you worried about hurting an ally or a friend, or yourself? Do you or Europa really hate Ares and her court so much that you're willing to have blood of allies and friends on your hands if it's meant to kill them?"

Maybe she was looking too deep into it. Maybe Pasiphae and Valhalla rubbed off on her. Either way, she felt compelled to at least try and talk to her friend. She was the one that brought her to the Jovian Court, and this seemed... wrong!

Ambushed. S.O.S

There had been no time to check who had sent for her, the only words that she had read where enough to send her in a hurry out the door with her grandfather’s loud voice a brief echo that died as she got into the streets. Ubasti had not met many other dark mirror senshi, but she knew she was part of them and that meant that every single one of them were her family members. She was quick to change and then head towards the location, some sort of abandoned factory, in her mind she was trying to already figure out how things were going down. Of course, when she finally got there, she was taken aback by the whole scene before her.

It was like one huge jumble of bodies and flying magic. It was not pretty. Ubasti did not know where to look, who were the allies and who were they fighting? Her loyalties were first and foremost to any dark mirror senshi who might need aid. But there were so many of them and fear struck a chord in her very being. She did not even know if she could handle anyone in this fight. She had spotted a few eternal senshis and there was no way she could fight those.

It was also hard to determine who was on who’s side. She could see a few Dark mirror senshi who didn’t need her help so she would not interfere in case she messed them up somehow. There would be no worst over for her if she did that. But everyone was fighting everyone and without thinking about it Ubasti took a step back. The eternals were not the only high ranked fighters; there was also some from the negaverse who looked like they should not be messed with.

If she stayed she would be a hindrance to anyone, Ubasti could see that. She was no match for almost all the fighters in the room considering she was so young. She had to back out of this one, find some other way to help. Ubasti moved out of the large room into the smaller corridors were there was less fighting but even then she didn’t see anything that she should address. That’s when she decided it was best to go back to home base and see if they would need help there where she could actually be of use.

She didn’t like this running away, but Ubasti left the factory. Her grandfather was sure to be worried and ask questions but she could deal with him later on. Fabricate some sort of story so he was not on her back about leaving in the flurry that she did. Maybe it was time to consider moving out so she would not have to deal with it and keep having to come up with excuses to feed him so he would lay off. Until then however, she needed to be focused on that task at hand and help the dark mirror court as much as she could.

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I'm not sure who's around but anyone is free to have a go at Ubasti or signal her for some help. I'll be here all day! biggrin

With the punch to her head, Leto's head snapped to the side. Before she had a chance to react or to stabilize herself, she felt a hit to her chest that forced her to recoil and gasp desperately for air. Tripping over her own feet and the long black ribbons from her bow - along with something else that managed to get between her legs, Leto stumbled and fell to the ground in a clumsy heap. As she sat on the ground, covered in sawdust and taking deep, shaky breaths she caught sight of a familiar Guardian Cat that she had most definitely tripped over.

She stared at Cora for a moment, trying to focus on her rather than the darkness and overwhelming fear and dread she felt from Europa's lingering magic. Don't throw up. Just talk to the cat. With a raspy, trembling voice Leto called out to her, "You! I- I saved you once. In space, in the lava thing in Elysium."

When she was a White Moon Senshi. The Eternal Senshi may have looked different- she no longer wore camouflage printed shorts, and her bodice was most definitely black rather than white, but that didn't matter. She stared down at the cat with a stricken expression, "I saved you and you're fighting with the Negaverse!?" She shook her head wildly, "They're ripping out starseeds! Do you really think this Alliance will last? Their alliances never last." Leto knew that first hand.

Pushing herself to her feet, she wobbled slightly as the darkness faded but the anxiety and nausea still ran high. Turning away from the Guardian, she bent at the knees and vomited. The cat and the distracted feeling of the magic almost made her forget that Europa and WP existed in that very brief moment.

Azurite couldn't help but giggle as she crept up on her pray, some unsuspecting dark mirror, when she found herself face to face with a new opponent. "Well hello to you too..." She mumbled, watching the dark mirror scamper off when they became aware she was even there. She blinked down at the tiny eternal. "I was just gonna give em a little hug... what's so wrong with that?" She asked, trying not to smile.

Normally, Azurite had no problem with the DMC. She left them alone, and they left her alone. And prior to this insanity, she hadn't done anything to upset them. But orders were orders so.... "I suppose you're gonna stop me?"



"I'm fine." Damocles squeaked despite the girl checking him over. "I'm not even sure myself..." He had been called here to help his sister... and then it turned into something entirely different... And the fact there were people from both sides fighting against each other, along with fighting with the Negaverse was a whole other thing. He had lost sight of Tantalus, and his sister... whatever she was going by at this point. Damocles was dragged from his thoughts when the female senshi began dragging him forward. Some super he was. He was being rescued by a basic.. "This whole thing is a mess.." He mumbled, sticking close to the girl.



Pain.

Lots and lots of PAIN.

She was going to gut the little s**t. Alive. In front of anyone who stopped to watch.

The boomerang hit the ground with a clatter of metal while Lellouch made a grab for the wrist that sunk into her chest with little avail. Then the next thing she knew it was all over. Lellouch blinked through blurred vision as once again, help came in the form her masked friend from earlier. "...Did you just... Really?" She mumbled, holding her head.

Natron was, for a moment, very seriously considering pulling her starseed and holding onto it for a few minutes - but the hat flying out of nowhere, as well as the very loud declaration, jerked his attention away from Lellouch and to another General. His eyes narrowed, and then suddenly he was grinning, and he released Lellouch's starseed and slammed his boot into her gut, an attempt to knock her out of his way.

Her friend was much more interesting, anyway. "You're the one that was holding onto Damocles, weren't you?" He asked, gripping his kusarigama.

Sure, handling a General and a Corrupt would be difficult, but he was also pissed. Nobody hurt his family and lived.



Amytis growled, dodging enough to turn it into more of a shot to her shoulder than anything, which hurt but hopefully wouldn't leave her too crippled. She aimed a shot at his gut, eyes narrowed.

"I've never even laid my hands on a Knight until now! Just because some of us want you dead doesn't mean we all do - but man, I'm really feeling the wanting to kill you smug bastards thing." How dare they. How dare some bizarre coalition try and exterminate her Court, who had welcomed her and protected her and kept her safe.

Chariklo's voice, and the hand on her wrist, made her turn, which was probably a bad thing when she was in a close-quarters fight. "I'm fine, babe, I promise," she said. A Page, someone on her own level? That was nothing,a s far as she was concerned.

it wasn't what he expected to see Leto puke, but it brought some deal if satisfaction to see her humiliated and to force her to the extent to throw up from his attack. She was being overwhelmed, looked pale, and was talking to one of the cats he brought to help. A friend of her' sit seemed, which made it even sweeter. She was being betrayed by those she knew and would die by their hands.

He pushed through to kick Leto back down and went to move to hold her down. "Europa! Come on! Let's do this!"

It was time for their revenge.