General Benitoite (G5 to hospital 3 - he's coming for you Whisler. Just not tonight)
He saw Hatsya go down, saw the blood, and all he felt was anger. He wanted to go after the transcended knight, that had once been an officer of his, but he refrained from doing so. He threw his spear towards his retreating figure, hoping to hit him, but he wasn't sure it would make it. He was in the process of kneeling next to Hatsya.
Taking off a glove to reach out and wipe some of the blood form her face. Damn it, he'd need to get her someplace safe. The hospital was open but it wasn't jstaffed by only Negaverse officers but normal civilians as well. She needed a hospital or some sort of care beyond what he could provide. He wasn't trained medically but he knew that's what she needed. She'd taken a hell of a hit and he was certain something was broken. He'd have to get herr there.
Leaning forward his hands, and arms, slipped under Hatsya and lifted her as he stood up. This was going to hurt her further but she needed to be moved, she couldn't stay here. He needed to get them close to a hospital before he could power down and get in for help. Cursing mentally he focused on teleporting them both as close to the biggest hospital in the city, they had to get close so he could carry her once powered down.
He was not pleased with leaving this fight but he had to handle this, he'd have Katya find her Captain and let them know.
Shanyume
Shiningamisgirl
orangish sherbert
Beni will get you soon.
Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2021 8:10 pm
[Dark Mirror Sailor Ariadne -- B5]
Alright, well. Ariadne was still getting used to her magic--sure, getting powered up had basically been a birthday gift from her sister before she turned 21, so she'd been magical for a while, but she hadn't done much with it--but having this stranger--Scylla, apparently--hug over her and nuzzle at her hair....that was. That was new.
But okay, this. She could work with this.
"It's probably my magic, sorry?" She offered, as politely as she could. "Hi, I'm Ariadne, and if you want to go protect your sister, you can, uh--" She smiled, wryly. "I'm a little sister myself, so." She gently patted Scylla on the shoulder. "I just don't want to fight you. Or anybody." Which was weird, for her, because she liked fights--but she didn't like magical fights where someone might die.
"So, um! Yeah, you can. Go get your sister?" She looked over towards Acubens a little helplessly, and mouthed 'is she usually like this???' with maximum desperation.
To say that she had been mildly surprised that one attack had managed to slip through the defense of the one she had attacked was astonishing. That being said Lacerta wasn't exactly pleased with having to lash out at all. There was nothing to be proud of in that moment of taking the opportunity to strike when an opponent was distracted. But it probably would have been the only chance that Lacerta would get in this battle. Being a healer the bandage senshi had, at least in the one big battle she'd been a part of, been constantly safe-guarded. Healing skills were essential but she had chafed a little at the time to be coddled and kept back.
That was back then and this was now. Lacerta watched in stunned disbelief as Acubens flung herself at the white moon senshi: not as an attacker, but as a defender. Her head tilted a little in confusion before she was feeling the lash of a whip made of magical energy. The strange thing was that it didn't cause pain. Moments later though Lacerta could swear that the area around her had begun to spin wildly. Swamped by the feeling of dizziness the redhead fell to her knees before glancing at the culprit who had lashed out. Perhaps she had been suspecting a sneak attack from another white moon senshi but to see the magical energy being wielded by another member of the Dark Moon Court was a huge surprise. At first she couldn't understand what the meaning of this was but as she continued to fight the effects of the magic she rose shakily to her feet. Her head throbbed a little and she was about to question what was going on before witnessing Acubens calling the white moon senshi by name and something clicked in Lacerta's mind. She had briefly known Scylla - had been on a strange adventure with the eternal senshi - when she had been a white moon senshi herself. As if confirmation was needed of Scylla's identity Lacerta's keen gaze landed on a ringed finger of the eternal senshi and almost as soon as she had fought off the wave of dizziness that had been a result of being struck did she feel a sense of guilt. Sure Scylla had attacked her court without provocation. But she also vaguely remembered Scylla from before she had corrupted. She had effectively sucker-punched someone who she would have been willing to call a friend.
Would she ever get the chance to apologize?
The guilt would take time to get over but for now she backed off a few feet as to not appear as a threat anymore. Maybe it would be for the best.
Infinities
Oops - Lacerta's put two and two together. She apologizes if allowed in the future.
Sweenys_Revenge
Not happy being attacked by Logos - but she's not mad. Surprised ... and now questioning her own actions.
Monoceros snorted and moved to dodge the knife, wincing as it sliced open his upper arm. s**t. Okay, okay, what else could he do?
Then Hatsya got gravely injured, and while he wasn't a Chaos guy or anything, that didn't mean he didn't care when someone who clearly wasn't ready to be in a battle got hurt so severely. Oh, no. He pursed his lips as everyone else seemed to disperse from their area, going to other fights—or to the hospital.
He hoped Hatsya would be okay.
"Just leave," he snapped at Prehnite, holding the cut on his arm tightly to prevent more bleeding. "Your charge just got hurt. Walk away from this, man, it's not worth it to let someone die."
Houshi looked between the two of them with a face that was somewhere between a pensive frown and a pout. There was, clearly, absolutely everything going on over here, and she wasn't entirely in the mood to sort it out.
Honestly, though, watching Arsenolite flail was...entertaining. And it made her feel kinda powerful.
"Is it not what it looks like?" She stepped over, taking care of the mud and the grass, and extended a hand to Polyhymnia to help her up, and very pointedly ignored Arsenolite--even though she was definitely talking to him. "Well, I'm glad to hear that. Are you alright?" Her last question was definitely directed towards the Senshi, though she did spare Arsenolite a brief glance.
"Not too seriously injured, or anything? And does either of you know who called for help?"
Læraðr, thankfully, was perceptive enough to catch the wink, and let Ransomite slam into him and take him to the ground, keeping his head lifted as his back slammed down hard. Ouch. Class was probably gonna be tough to teach tomorrow.
"This isn't how I'd prefer to get up close and sweaty with someone else," he said under his breath with a chuckle, "But this might be fun."
He slithered his arms between them and gave a hard shove, trying not to poke Ransomite's eye out with his baton.
Oh. Oh, absolutely everything was happening. There were more Generals--so many Generals--approaching at speed.
The Lieutenant lunged for her, and Caer yelped, stumbling back and calling on her magic again to grant a brief shimmer of protection for herself and Charybdis. She didn't have much left, but Hype had taught her, even before she had it, to ration it, so there was still some of her bright starlight shield left to protect them, and the girl in gold and rainbows, a Senshi who could easily be a Cosmos Knight, that jumped in to protect them.
Charybdis, too, was clearly doing her best to attract attention from...someone?
"Your mother is here?" She asked, looking around and feeling a well of desperation. A parent, an older sibling--someone who might have experience and could protect them better than Caer's measly, sparkling magic that she barely knew how to use effectively.
Her heart was racing as she watched Hyperborea engage with the General. She knew she had to run, but her instinct was to try and help, but--
There was a pull--
And she found herself careening towards a tall, blond Knight who glowed like Hype, and she gasped.
"Thank you!" She said, releasing her own magic, since she was far away from Ara and Charybdis now. "But you have to let me go back, I can't leave them."
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Caer Sidi holds up her suncatcher, and she and allies within 8 feet of her are surrounded by shimmering starlight shields. For as long as she is channeling, anyone affected by her magic is protected from incoming physical damage, and magical damage caused by those her rank or lower; it will simply glance off the starlight shield. Damage from magic cast by those higher rank than her will have reduced damage, but can still break through. Caer Sidi can channel for up to 35 seconds at Squire stage.
" You can't see? I can't see! It's dark, my glasses are goodness only knows where, and now you've pulled me into the mud!"
She was not a happy little lady. Well, she wasn't a little lady to begin with but, she was not happy, especially as she heard Arsenolite splat into the mud once more, some of it getting onto her, her outfit arguably more brown than white now.
(At least magic would fix that at some point. No matter what happened, every time she got herself into this thing, it was always clean. If only bleach was half as useful.)
Taking in a deep breath, she let it out before taking the offered hand, shaking her head as she did her best to not slip in the mud again. "No, I mean, I heard it. Got the...message. However you wanna put it. But uh. Kinda just started moving without making note of the who so much as the where. Thought it'd be rather...obvious, when I got her, but then..."
He swallowed back a protest about how it certainly wasn't what it looked like, deflating as he realized she'd probably actually assumed he'd just fallen (or was fighting this chick) and not, uh, trying to do anything else that might indicate he didn't have any interest in Houshi.
He had no idea where any of those feelings had come from, or, indeed, what about half of them even were, but he did know he had something sparking in his heart about her and he wanted to do something about it, if he could.
God, kissing her sounded amazing.
Carefully, he stood up, not even bothering to consider brushing himself off. Not with the amount of mud slathered all over his body.
"...I know it was Ashanite who called for us. Described some Squire he wants to pull in corruption." He took a deep breath. "Or killed."
Damnit, why did he have to be so conflicted about this? Just because he kinda liked a freaking Order Senshi? But he didn't know if the person they were after was a friend of Houshi's, and if he wanted to get in good with her, he couldn't exactly advocate for the Squire's death. Corruption, maybe. At least she'd be alive.
Acknowledged the pair of Generals with a lazy wave as they stepped off between space - vanished from view - knew his firebrand would yank him where needed; yank him there when. Could saved the bits of magic asked - had practiced enough with it, held the scars for the trial and error of use worn into flesh.
Spared a thought for Cymophane, thought the name was a mouthful - wouldn’t bother to remember it’s length. *Spots?* was easier by far, leopard print kitten with claws. Impressive looking strike, as he went after the page.
Any other attention he would’ve spared for them, was gone the moment he set eyes on Cybele. Caught her grin, heard her teasing little lilt of words that screamed *come the ******** on* - tunnel vision for pastels and lilac poppies.
“Sup antlers, long time no see?” Nonchalance in form and a deep part of him missed her. Missed her hidden violence, danger in form, wanted to show off, wanted her both impressed, and bleeding under his fists simultaneously.
“You’re looking good - all that before? Our little chat on choices. Took it to heart - heard you loud n clear.” All the chaos around them and he didn’t care for it, brushed it off, because he opinion mattered more - disdain - approval - *her promise*.
“So, whatd’ya think?” Left himself open for her to step in and express herself. Really just - have it all out.
There was a lot going on, and Aogashima couldn't quite make heads nor tails of the ongoing situation, not that she really had to begin with. She had come here to answer a distress call, but she couldn't really... quite... figure out... who was it, exactly, that had originally been in distress. There was quite a lot going on, some people were fighting, whereas some people weren't, there were, um, tentacles, which sent some dark-colored senshi flying, and there were a few chibi senshi running around, too! Which, for some reason, reminded her of the two chibi senshi she knew via Rune, though they were both, like... the same age as her, which was pretty wild. Huh! Anyway-
One of the chibis apparently was calling for her mom, or some other sort of backup. Aogashima felt that maybe she should be headed in that direction, too, just in case, but then she noticed two of the dark-clad senshi trying to get a Mauvian to come down from being stuck in a tree. It was possible that going up to them was a bad idea, but Aogashima wasn't much for common sense.
"Um... hey! Do you need help? I can climb up and get your kitty?"
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LittleLilyKitty
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2021 12:35 am
This night had been like most nights. An evening patrol around the neighborhood, a brisk run around a ten-mile perimeter just to see if there was any youma in the vicinity.
Rarely was she inclined to approach someone from the Negaverse or the Dark Mirror Court. Over fire years powering up had yielded no reason for her to trust a single one of them. Additionally, within those same years Sidouer had learned the hard way not to trust her own either.
In her experience, White Moon Senshi were typically unreliable. Then again that line of thought was likely due to repeated teams dissolving or the last one just shunting her out because apparently four members was enough. Was kind of a s**t thing to do since she had a hand in its formation, but whatever. Sidouer wasn’t interested in being a part of a clique.
Instead she lived by her own morals and let that be that.
However, it seemed that those decisions were about to be challenged. A distress call came through her phone with coordinates and as much as she wanted to ignore it since the battle was far enough away from her home to be concerned, she reluctantly decided to see what damage was being caused anyway.
When finally she arrived, Sidouer had to take a step back to assess the situation before diving in and getting hurt along the way. The fountain was north, straight ahead, and between them was a group of dark mirrors with a transcended eternal; one whose appearance should have looked somewhat familiar but at the moment the uniform was lost upon her.
Beside them, maybe twenty or thirty feet away was a corrupt, unconscious senshi at her feet and in her hand was a starseed. Didn’t take a rocket scientist to understand what happened and how much time was of the essence. A quick glance to the right revealed that two other order signatures were engaged in their own struggle with a General, and so Sidouer went against her better judgement and ran towards the Corrupt.
Dark mark on her forehead and chest, slender form hugged by tattered dark purple dress and teal wraps. Proud of the prize she had won. For now at least.
Once within range, Sidouer went through the motions of her most familiar attack, sending an arch of static in the woman’s direction. Hoping that the starseed wouldn’t get damaged in the process. She’d never held one before and knew not how fragile they might be.
Sailor Scout Attack: Static Shock Sìdòuèr targets one opponent within 10' of her current location. Rubbing her hands together she forms a ball of static energy forms in the palm of her hand as an image of a Kirin begins to form it then charges/arches towards the intended target. If the ball of static energy hits, it gives the single opponent a nasty shock it may numb the area where the opponent was struck (but it will not paralyze them) and, if a battle takes place at night or in a dark area, there is a chance of the opponent's vision being either momentarily blinded or seeing the afterimage of the shock for 2-5 seconds (it is the exact same effect as if you are standing in a dark room and someone flips the lights on then off really quick you'll see a bright probably blue after image lingering in front of you while your eyes adjust). If the opponent is more than 10' away from her the static shock will still reach out towards the opponent but fizzle out. This attack can be used 3 times per battle.
Ransomite felt Læraðr's arms move, felt his hands brace for the shove, and put perhaps not as much resistance into the shove as he could have. He did resist, of course, but was pushed up a bit. In return to what Læraðr said, Ransomite snorted and shoved at his arms. "This clothing isn't meant for that," retorted he in a grumble.
Well, Tikal supposed she'd take the cute part, though she wasn't sure how she felt about the 'small'. She glanced to Hydor, hissing sympathetically when she saw Titanite's blow make contact. "I mean, you didn't have to show up here looking for a fight," muttered she under her breath, rubbing the back of her neck as Irkalla scolded Hydor and maybe also Pendour. Her eyebrows rose when when Pendour... flung herself atop Titanite.
"I don't know that I'd get that close."
Tikal glanced behind her toward the mess of people nearby, contemplating if she should join the fray.
No sooner had Basiluzzo rejoined Encke than he heard a scream behind him. He whirled immediately toward the sound, heart jumping into his throat as he saw multiple kids, kids that couldn't be more than barely preteens or teenagers. They reminded him of some of the kids he taught at the studio--
Basiluzzo sprinted toward the whole gaggle of them. From the corner of his eye, he recognized the general shape--sans pipes--of the Negaverse agent that had attacked him a while back. He had to will himself to keep from getting distracted with going after him specifically, telling himself there was no way that was going to go well for him.
Better to skid to a stop near the chibi senshi and try to keep the Negaverse agents away from them. His strength and mobility as a dancer probably didn't directly translate to melee fighting, but Basiluzzo was prepared to test how close he could get if he had to--
Guine
Strickenized
He remembers Faustite, even if Faustite has no idea who he is l m a o
It was good that the kid was fine, as much as Phaethon had to stamp down the urge to fuss over a child he had never met before. Phaethon had backed up to give her more space for whatever she needed to do, watching the captain and lieutenant out of the corner of his eye, but the captain's movement toward him still managed to catch him off guard.
The sneer should have, maybe, been a clue.
He did try to jump out of the way of the pick being swung at him, but it was very lucky that the squire had intervened. He would have probably gotten flattened. Phaethon did not want to get flattened. Or stabbed. Or whatever kind of injury it was that picks inflicted. As it was, he had felt the air of the fortuitous interference all too close to his face.
Phaethon wished fervently that he had any offensive abilities whatsoever as the lieutenant's pleas caused him to glance over as he backed out of immediate striking distance with a murmur of thanks toward the squire.
No one was actually injured yet, at least as far as he could see, and his abilities were more healing-based.
An absolute flair of energy overtook her senses as she realized not only a -- transcended? was that what they called that? -- knight breezed by her, but the familiar silhouette of Faustite flared to life nearby. Along with another general aura -- probably Jet's. Probably should follow them. She was his underling. Made sense for her to follow him.
She started toward him, observing her surroundings as she took in everything around her -- more fights in different spots, the sincere crush of energy there was on the other side of the fountain, the fights behind her, the -- oh. Was that?
She saw the familiar jester's uniform of Phaethon in the distance, under the protection of the squire against one of her own. She desperately wanted to interfere, to run over and to tell them that Phaethon wasn't a threat, he was fine, just leave him be all he could do was heal -- but she couldn't. Not with Faustite right there. Not with Jet right there. The way to draw suspicion was to not act in expected ways, and the expected way would have been joining her general on the other side of the fountain.
But would that have made her an interference? It had sounded like, over the communicator, that they had already had a plan.
Stepping in would be an interference. Perhaps if she just stayed back for now, she could make herself useful backup if the squire with the suncatcher tried to bolt.
Or got away from that transcendent knight--
She felt considerably useless, and she found herself huddling behind the fountain, glancing between the mess nearby as well as she could with her limited sight angle and the mess at a distance that she could now hardly see around the bushes and trees.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2021 2:11 pm
DMS Sansuna - F5
In the split second before her fist would've made contact with Deneb, a flash of reason hit Sansuna. She'd heard Athalia call out a power. She knew he had shields, but the name had been unfamiliar. It was quite possible he'd learned some new insidious barrier during his time away, the man definitely felt more powerful after all. On instinct, the Dark Mirror swung wide and past her original target. Who knew whether or not her fist would explode or something if Herc over there had chosen Bubbles as his target.
There wasn't really a way to cancel all of the momentum she'd put behind her uppercut, but Sansuna could redirect it. With the surplus force carrying her upward anyway, the senshi leapt high and over Deneb. If He-Man over there was protecting others, his attention had to be split... even just a little bit. Twisting and turning in midair while on a collision course with a nearby tree, the redhead hit feet-first against the trunk.
Crouching to absorb the shock, the woman huddled against the tree in that longest moment when one cancels out all of their movement on impact. This was it, she'd only get one shot. She'd learned that in awakening at an older age than most senshi, her starseed was naturally unstable. That volatility sometimes manifested in various ways, most often completely fizzling an attempt at using her lightning powers or overloading it to the point of a minor explosion. She was going to try for the second option; she'd been training to at least try to weaponize the failures into something useful if it was going to burn her out for a bit afterward.
"Come on, more... more..." she muttered under her breath, feeling gravity beginning to claw at her now that she'd come to a halt.
No more time, she'd fall otherwise. Releasing all of her coiled energy, she sprang like a missile back in the direction she'd come. Maybe Herc would remember this, after all she'd introduced herself this way the very first time they'd met. The only difference would be the power behind the blow. Wouldn't be very nice to let Sandman's face get rearranged for nothing.
Focusing as much of her magic as she could into her right foot, the senshi of Raiju tucked into a flip as she quickly approached Athalia from behind. She allowed the centrifugal force to extend her leg outward as she rolled, levin spitting and crackling into blinding light at the end of her stiffened limb. The axe kick to end them all, just like lightning striking from the firmament. She could tell she'd lost control of the building energy, that her lack of restraint was definitely going to do something... hopefully explosive. Sansuna would need to think of a cool name for this variant, but for now it was all she could do to keep herself on course for Athalia's collarbone.
