Penthesilea hadn't exactly been prepared to see the Negaverse execute one of its own. Certainly it was obvious they'd turned on him, but there was a finality to a sword through the back that not much else could match. She stared in awe for a moment at the General (Avalon) who had done it, and wished that her magic brought real steel to her hands instead of a bright, glowing facsimile.
But there were other issues. Another General (Benitoite) interposing himself, gathering the dead one up, clearly intending to protect him - not her problem, not really, it was obvious that he was gone.
Mostly, she was concerned about Thraen - perhaps she wasn't as ideally emotive as most, but reading body language had always been something she was good at. It was the gentleness with which he laid the General down that clued her - this was more than a simple kill. Perhaps Thraen had known the civilian revealed by the General's death.
And so she moved to the blond Eternal, and rested a hand on his arm - the best comfort she could offer, when there was, in theory, still danger.
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A gaze so far beyond exhaustion met Thraen's when the eternal's crushing grip chose to manipulate his jaw. His observation of the blonde's features came sluggishly through a haze of pain and exhaustion. Why stare... Does he know me? Maybe... Just memorizing the true face of the enemy. Strange to see a plainclothes general... A sucking breath bubbled wetly in his lungs, and Alois searched the eternal's gaze while an insuppressible shudder ran through the whole of him.
Please, he wanted to say, yet only a fine froth of blood and spit passed lips.
Please return your hands to my neck. Please stop all further damage from finding voice. Don't let me cough. It's easier to die a hated enemy. These niceties, these... small acts of basic compassion, they remind me of Quenton.
Those same hands destined for crushing throats laid him amongst pools of fine blonde hair, memorized in hours spent lingering in the fine twilight between sleep and wakefulness. He used to study like this. The thought came unexpectedly between sucking breaths that wrought only pain. Ivory fingers rendered white curled in the blood pool, staining fingertips deep red where color no longer touched. Nails blued from oxygen liberated through the betrayal of the Negaverse.
I can't feel my fingers anymore. I can't feel how his hair spooled through my grasp so easily. I can't smell sandalwood, only a metal that chased away my memories.
I'm not lying in Quenton's grasp, with his hair fanned beneath me - I'm lying in my own blood. The realization came cold as the concrete beneath cooling ichor, frozen tactile sensation drawing toward his core. Thraen spoke, a phrase asked with vague recognition across the ivory radio. Everything sounds a thousand miles away. How fitting that I recognize familiarity here... Or is this how all creatures die, bathed in some fading sense of comfort? I always wanted to suffer before death took me, but this... Maybe I was wrong to yearn for such damnation.
To know the sight of Quenton's hair one last time, even in the throes of memories... It's better than what I deserved.
"No," came a response flecked with blood. With the melting swirl of activity about him, Alois couldn't determined who he replied to. Thraen, who solicited his choice of burial. Benitoite, who demanded he bring Alois to a hospital. Avalon, who stated so matter-of-factly the subject of his death.
No, happiness never belonged with me. It's meant for Ida, for Persephone, for all these scattered souls still stuck in this shell of a building. It's meant for everything within the confines of this forsaken city, as my plan never found hope of fruition. Happiness is a fickle thing - a curse more than a blessing. It blinded me, blinded Quenton, blinded every last Negaverse agent that saw fit to deter me.
And it taunts me now, as death claims every last sense I own.
The last involuntary spasms worked out of his system, leaving faded glimpses of concrete bathed beneath red before the last efforts of his heart reclaimed them. No further thought coursed through his fading mind, the last of his energies sunk into desperate breathing turned passive from lack of strength. Consciousness forsook the prone figure on the floor.
Malicious smiled smugly in her act of treachery, her well-played ploy that lent her the body she needed for her task. "Quite the show, Bischofite." She heard a scream, watched a general stand desperate guard over the man who once was Bischofite, studied an eternal that returned him to the ground in a reverence she never comprehended in her current form. "Maybe I'll mourn you when I remember how." Fat chance.
Malicious left her stead among the crystals, still brimming with the energy that coursed through her form. She touched Avalon's arm in a light greeting, a fleeting graze of nailed claws along soft cloth in her passing. "Thank you, General," she offered in even tones.
Yet as she drew closer to the body, the innate derision of senshi as a whole overtook her show of confidence for but a moment, striking a snarl across her nearly-human features. She swiped at Thraen in deterrence, loosing her own crippled moans from the fibrous pain that swept through her whole from the rainbow not long before. She found no need for a hated enemy to lord over her upon her new revival as a human - not when she stood so close to success.
"I think we'll quite enjoy working together soon, General Avalon. I've been looking for a body like this, and now you've given one to me. It's a little used up, but I think it'll do nicely for my new life as a human." Before all around her might deter her, Malicious touched the prone form with energy berthed across her fingertips.
Nothingness chased away by a sudden spark of energy, a brilliance bestowing some last desperate actions from a body marked for passing. Alois drew breath as Bischofite, born from borrowed vibrance, as he sought to determine if he might finally teleport himself to better trappings for death. But even as he recalled Quenton's meager apartment across his mind's eye, an agony so great that his mind lacked comprehension of its vastness overtook him. It seared through his back, through his arms, through his legs that felt so prone moments prior. It seeped to his very core, far too similar to the wretched ache of the starseed that yet found pulse in his chest.
No sound rasped from his throat to render absolute torture in tones.
She knew something went wrong the moment she touched him. A desperate shriek fled her throat as the youma felt herself drawn into the motions, into the form that rendered itself as Bischofite for some last desperate attempt at decency. Fingers passed through skin, followed by forearm, then shoulder as she drew into a body that never recognized her command. Her will... Was it not strong enough to conquer the last dregs of a general? Malicious refused to believe her standing as a youma rendered her beneath him across all measures of possession, even when her body fused with his to deliver a wretched abomination of a creature.
And soon, she felt not even thought beneath her command.
Bischofite found one final burst of pure clarity before unconsciousness reclaimed him, and in those moments he recognized the strangled screams of his youma among the torturous pain. Inwardly he commended whoever sought her destruction; a final sense of retribution sparked across his thoughts before unconsciousness reclaimed him.
He never once recognized the warped visage of claws as his own.
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The doors of the lift slid open with a resistant creak, letting Acubens out onto the bottom floor, into veritable chaos. Well, technically speaking, Chaos and Order. All attacking one central officer.
Bischofite.
Acubens froze, various and sundry scars left by the officer tingling painfully as each memory came screaming to the surface. Her senses sharpened, bringing everything into stark clarity around her. She heard each attack as they were called out around her, felt the rush of air as people moved close to her. She caught the pieces of Bischofite's plan from the din around her. Crystals. Second rift. Bischofite would turn this world to darkness. Acubens knew he was a monster, but she had never before thought to predict this behavior. How could she have? How could anyone have predicted this?
How could anyone have predicted what happened next?
Bischofite faded into a boy Acubens recognized as Alois, turning her stomach sour. Bischofite... had been... all this time... She'd invited him into her home. She'd been alone with him. Alois knew her face, he knew where her parents lived, where her brother and she used to sleep. Her legs nearly folded under her, fear gripping her heart again. Acubens watched as the youma she had not seen but recognized as Bischofite's personal moved, working with Alois' body. What was she doing? Disposing of him?
Worse.
Alois faded again and in his place stood something else. Not Bischofite but...
A real monster.
He was gone before Acubens could react, teleported out before she could even do anything. She'd failed. He was bleeding and down and she could have killed him if she had been faster, gotten there sooner.
The fire crackled above her head, catching her attention. There was still work to do. She had to get Andronicus and Leto out.
"Andronicus! Andronicus where are you?"
Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 11:42 am
As he fought against the burning in his chest to keep balanced, he watched as his arrow was knocked off course by a very odd looking senshi. He had never seen one with ears before, perhaps they were a senshi of cats? It was soon after than the pain subsided, whatever causing it had reached its duration perhaps? It was now time to get into action, he smiled slightly as he saw Leda knock down her opponent. She would be safe most likely, now that the threat that stood against her was downed. His heart soon sank though as he saw a fellow officer (Avalon) literally back-stab Bischofite. An audible growl left his throat as he quickly descended a ladder that was nearby. He had to get that b*****d out of there before anything else happened.
It was only when he reached the floor and began to make his way to the downed general did he notice something off. He had heard the youma screaming but now she was nowhere to be found. As he approached carefully, he noticed that Bischofite was very different now in appearance. Perhaps this was like Bazzite? But he was a general, not someone who was to be powered up to the next rank like the locust he had met in the rift. For a moment he stood in awe, merely a few feet from the prone form that had been different not so long ago. Time seemed to have stopped in the vicinity of Bischofite, the faces of one of the corrupts and the garden styled senshi were quite different than expected. It was as if they mourned over losing a loved one. With quiet dignity he kneeled beside Bischofite, thinking back to the feather he had kept from their first encounter. He pictured the pile upon pile of music sheets and books that made up his living room, reading himself to bring the general out of here. Looking up at the one who had plunged their blade into his heart (Avalon), he almost felt sick in disappointment. How could such traitors and monsters exist in the Negaverse. He may have been crazy but he did not deserve any of this betrayal, his ideals were different and therefore he should have been known to do such things. He wondered if he could make any amount of difference to the newer agents to prevent such matters in the future.
This night would be remembered for awhile, for many reasons and with many regrets. Those who had abandoned their allies and those who stood strong against a threat. He admired the senshi for their ability to take down one wounded target, but he had wished that Bischofite had not been left to die in such a way. "È meglio che si dica 'qui il tale fuggi' che 'qui il tale mori'." He spoke softly but clearly, it was his own language so he was unsure if others understood but he felt the need to say it. Resting his hand on the General's shoulder, he teleported the both of them out of that building of nightmares. His heart was heavy for many reasons, there were many ideas flowing through his mind. He hoped that Leda would make it out but even more so he hoped that Bischofite would wake up soon.
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From his place on the floor, weapon in hand, the General cast his gaze toward Avalon. She was a figure he did not know, had never known, and at this very moment he did not care about in the slightest bit. She was the one who had just brought down the man in his arms, she was speaking to him as if he would bend and yield to her. How amusing really.
Even as tears fell from his eyes, against every ounce of will power he had, he felt the grip on his much used, and beloved, weapon tighten as his eyes narrowed and a snarl came forth. He was far more emotional than he normally was, he knew it, and yet he couldn't gain control over these emotions and he found himself not caring at the moment either. So long as he could think and so long as he could protect Bischofite he didn't give a damn about his emotional control, or lack there of!
That coldness that he could talk to senshi, and knights, with came forth suddenly as he addressed his fellow general. "No, to answer you question General. I am not insane." The words were cold and clipped, a simple and direct answer given to her stupid, and annoying, question.
"At this moment I care little for what he attempted, and obviously failed, to do. I however care about you betrayal of one of our own in front of the enemy. Do take a moment and consider how that must look to them. It makes us look as disorganized and unruly as they are." The words left him as a hiss from an angry cat might, all he needed was his back arched up.
"As for your meager threat against me - try it." Simple and yet the coldness behind those words spoke far more than the words themselves. He was daring her to try and kill another officer, to kill him. He was daring her to betray her side again. "I will not however simply allow you to kill me nor will I stay here on the ground. Remember General, I can teleport as easily as you can. I can put the distance between us which is needed to take you out, and I will gladly do so and watch your blood pool the ground next to Bischofite's. I assure you of this. I will not fall at your hands so hold your tongue before I run you through and then remove your tongue as a trophy." The words were cold and precise, an open promise on his part of what would happen should she cross him. He was not in the mood to be trifled with and she would learn that lesson quickly should she start with him once more.
"Also, General. Do not think this is the end of this, between us. Cross my path again and while we may be on the same side...I will not hesitate in putting you to the ground." He wouldn't kill her outside of the here and now but he would certainly not play nice with this General. It didn't even cross his mind that he had just made an enemy on his own side, that he had promised to attack another member of his own side. He was putting her in line as far as he was concerned. Mouthy thing she was, threatening him here! How dare she!
Growling again he turned his gaze to the youma which approached. . He liked youma, respected them a great deal, but this one set of all manner of internal alarms and he watched her, wanting to take Bischofite away from her. But how could he handle her, the youma, and the General who wished to take him out? If he had to defend Bischofite he would do so and he would take out whoever he had to in order to do so, because he couldn't allow himself to accept the others inevitable dea-.
Slate eyes went down to Alois searching the others face, ignoring the blood and everything else, as he was sure the other had uttered a word No, he said no...but no to what? he wanted to question him, to know what he was speaking about but he didn't. he didn't wish to ask of him far more than he could give in his currant state. He wanted, and had, to get him out of here and get him help. They could surely help him at a hospital, right? Right?! Sniffing once he bit down, hard, on his bottom lip to hold back a sob which threatened to come loose, he couldn't break; not fully. As the others body jerked, spasmed, the blond felt that hopeless feeling grip him so tightly it caused him to choke on a sob. He couldn't do anything! For all the power he had, for the pain he'd suffered each time he'd gained more power, he could do nothing here but watch as Bischofite died; one of the people he'd bestowed with chaos. He'd been the one to feed him the pomegranate, by force, so long ago. Now he watched the others fate play out and guilt hit him and knotted his stomach as he blamed himself. had he not brought the other into this war...if only he'd trusted that the other hadn't seen him power up, if only he had been more cautious! If only, if only, the if's kept going about his head for a seemingly long time but was in reality only seconds.
The words spoken by the youma brought his attention from the dying, dead, General in his arms as he stared at her. Was she the cause of this all? She seemed to be and even if not her words struck him wrong, brought his anger to the forefront the same way the General standing above him had done only moments, or maybe it was minutes, ago. he did respect, and like, youma as a general whole but this one...this one bothered him in a way he'd never been bothered by a y ou,a. he'd never wanted to grab one and hurt them or kill them but this one he wanted to do all that and more to. He wanted to protect Bischofite from her, take him away, but how could he do that when the green and black clad General would try and stop him. he couldn't fight her and protect Bischofite's body from the youma, Bischofite was dead...he knew it. He had to accept it, even if he didn't want to, as tears streaked down his cheeks. Swallowing harshly around a sob that wished to come free he spoke up to the youma, his words choked and a whisper. "Like hell you'll have his body. I won't allow you to desecrate it." But how to get him out of here, to the Rift, and handle Avalon? He couldn't think of how to handle both as he was damn sure he couldn't trust anyone here. How many had been against Bischofite, how many wouldn't care about respecting his body? How many would stand against him here and now? Who would try and fight him? Who amongst their own ranks could he trust? After all how many had turned on Bischofite? He had heard what he'd tried to do, sought to accomplish, but to kill him? To do so in front of the senshi and knights! This is where someone of higher rank, of their highest ranked officers, should have been summoned! Not this!
He couldn't stop it as the youma touched the fallen body of Alois, he felt so worthless right now as he couldn't stop her and handle Avalon who would surely stand against him. he wanted to bite the youma's hand off, he would indeed sink to such low tactics, to stop her from touching the fallen general's body. He had once said he would die in the rift and he had told him that he wouldn't allow it, that he couldn't live down there. He'd told Bischofite that he'd bring him down to the Rift to lay him to rest when he dies, id only he'd love outside of the Rift. He had to keep his word and bring him there. As tears fell and hit the others body he witnessed something both miraculous and horrifying. As the body in his hold drew breath and powered up again, that familiar uniform coming to settle over the others body, but the horror of the situation quickly settled in.
Bischofite was dead, Alois was dead, and yet the body was taking in air and was powered up again, the familiar aura of the other pinging off his senses, and he was sure this was all due to the youma touching the others body. Was she...was she possessing his body? Would some parody of the General going to move, and walk, and talk amongst them? He couldn't...if he stopped this what would happen? Nothing to Bischofite but to the youma what would happen? With the events of the night he didn't trust that something bad wouldn't happen if he stopped this possession. Could he kill the others body to rid it of the parasitic youma once it had taken possession of the body?
What started to play out in front of him, in his arms, wasn't new to him. He'd seen similar, and yet different, with Bazzite. he knew what was happening and with horror seizing him in it's grip he could only shift the other from his hold as changes started to take place. he heard the youma scream and found a pleasant smile crossing his features good, she's suffering he thought right before wide eyes took in the scene before him. All the while flashes back to what happened with Bazzite filled his mind. The pained sounds, the screams, and the vines. Oh god the changes to the others body and the tortured sounds that had issued from the other. "A youma..." He whispered brokenly as he choked on the words as a sob escaped him. No...no, no,no it couldn't happen again! And yet here it was happening in front of him again.
No, what lay there on the ground was a half youma. He didn't look like Bazzite did but more like Tanzanite. Bischofite reminded him of the long gone General Queen, what had brought about her death anyway? He didn't know but in this moment he didn't care. It was suddenly that there was someone else on the ground with him...a Captain his mind supplied. Who were they? He didn't know this Captain and he didn't understand what they were saying, he didn't hear what they were saying really, as his brain was focused in on the changes to Bischofite. Biting his lip he shouted as the Captain took off with the body of Bischofite. Where were they going?!
Grasping at air the General let out a choked sob that turned into some sort of scream, the sort which spoke of such intense pain, something heart stopping and soul shredding. He'd just lost another person to this fate, another loved one, but this...this was different. Alois, Bischofite, was more than a friend - so much more. And as gloved fingers uselessly grabbed at empty air, his right hand outstretched, the blond folded in on himself as his left arm curled about his midsection. His head bowed as he rocked in place. Sobs and shaking racked his slender form as he knelt there curled in on himself protectively. Bischofite's blood had gotten on him, not a lot, but that was hidden from view in his currant position on the ground. What did he do now? Where did he go now? he couldn't just go home but he couldn't go back out into the night and patrol either. He just...what? He didn't know. he was lost and so far out to sea.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 1:38 pm
In such a small, tiny way, Virgo had been considering it. The chance to delete everything she knew about her powered self, to hit a reset button and just be reborn in the grips of the Negaverse, that had seemed… tempting. She dreamed about it, sometimes, she dreamed about waking up and only knowing herself as Elke Arma, as being anyone but who and what she was. Even if it meant becoming a monster. She'd… forgotten… for a moment, for a time, that this was the organization that had tied Chronos to a chair and blew her up--
She glanced over her shoulder to see what Persephone was looking at. A fierce joy rose up in her heart at the sight of the falling and fallen Negaverse General, but it was only a dim recollection of the time she'd held Hematite's life in her hands. The tears running down Persephone's face took on a new meaning in the light of the body, and she said, sotto voce, "Then why are you crying?"
She took a deep breath and said, "I was wrong to believe anything that came out of your mouth. I don't repeat mistakes." This time, rather than offering a hand in friendship (or something like it), Virgo balled up her fist and punched.
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Bischofite is out of the building!
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Astarte is on the second floor!
"Shite!" She cussed aloud, due to the urgency lent by Canopus' words. With a senshi of her own kind hot on the trail, the woman would readily overtake them. That much Astarte recognized in her forays into powered life - they had no chance to evade the Wildfire Senshi if her goal was their deaths. Inwardly Astarte raged at the prospect, at the mere thought of meeting death due to a kinship with a Dark Mirror senshi. And why should she die for that? What right had this redheaded b***h that she ordained who lived or died?
"Come on, we've got to get to the stairs!" A quick tug on Canopus' sleeve urged the girl toward the beginning of the stairwell, where smoke plumed thickest from within. Holding her breath, Astarte braved the myriad steps hoping the heavy outpour from the flames camouflaged the pair. Her feet found steps, steady and predictable, till one foot struck across ground harshly.
A landing.
Turning, Astarte felt around with a heeled foot as she located the drop of another set of stairs, inching down past the chaos that grew around them. Many sprinted up past her, fleeing the scene from below. Heaving a heavy cough, Astarte herself halted all movement, doubled over from the fit of choking brought on by the smoke.
"I can't go any further! The smoke's too much!" It seared her face, her eyes, her throat and every portion of exposed skin with the heat of fire brewing just beyond the pair. Had she led Canopus unwittingly into a death trap?
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The strike of metal to flesh felt far more satisfying than she ever would've guessed. Leda breathed heavily, jittery from the adrenaline that coursed through her veins, that propelled her body into an assault that somehow claimed her attacker before the man could manifest his own murderous intent. That look... The bloody rage in his eyes struck her with brewing terror, one she swallowed down with a glance toward the inert form.
Had she killed him? With a gasp, Leda dropped the pot in a clatter of shifting heels and metal to concrete. There he lay, unmoving, unfeeling... A scream sounded in the distance. Was it hers? No, she felt air moving from her throat, but all that emerged were desperate breaths of disbelief. Her hands drew to her face, nails biting into her cheeks softly as she edged away from the general on the floor. "No..." She muttered softly, as the din of battle around her festered below a high-pitched ring in her ears. For a moment, all she managed was a hollow stare toward the prone figure.
This can't be happening...
"Oh my god, you can't be dead!" Was this what she wanted? Retribution? Did she want him dead for killing that woman? Murder begets murder... It never ended this way. Leda crouched to the floor in a rush, her skirts pooling about her obtrusively. She pulled the hat from his head, brushed it aside, as soft hands searched through brilliant red hair for some signs of blood. Pulling away a pair of fingers, she saw bright red staining their tips. ANother shuddering gasp left her body as her throat closed inward with regret and misery. Soon the man lay a blur of black and red beneath her gaze, and she fought to maintain desperate composure in the face of encroaching realization.
You killed her, but killing you will only make it worse... She'd hate me for it. I don't even know her, but she'd hate me for it. No... I'd hate myself. I can't do this. I can't kill people. I can't. I can't. Finally her mind found sense enough to check for a pulse, and found a faint beat buried in his jugular. Good... This is over now. I can still fix this. I just have to... With a deep breath, Leda sought Buddingonite's hand and wrapped it over his shoulders, straining as she hoisted his weight upward with her own. Leda knew not if she could haul him up the stairs, out of the burning building, but she'd be damned if she didn't try.
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Bottom floor!
Ganymede hardly felt Valhalla's hand upon her arm.
She made no attempt to struggle, let him pull her away from Cyllene with hardly a glance in his direction, assailed by an odd mix of of emotions that, together, made her feel numb. She wanted to reach out and pull Cyllene along with them, wanted to stay and do something to make her whole again, but she knew there was nothing for it. And that was the worst of it—the resignation. The one undeniable truth, that she had no power or influence to change things—not to go back and make it so it never happened, nor to force the Chaos out of her.
No one could do that, for it wasn't something that could be forced. Not like Chaos, which had no such barriers. The unfairness of it all settled heavily on Ganymede's shoulders, brought a hollow feeling into her gut that filled slowly with bitterness.
Her gaze remained on Cyllene as Valhalla guided her away, and so Auriga's arrival did not go unnoticed. Ganymede muttered a curse and jerked to a sudden stop, as concern laced through the helplessness.
“Maaaaa-Auriga!” she called. She stumbled on the name, more used to the silly girl than she was the Senshi. “Auriga, no! She's not... she's not the one we should be fighting! It's the youma! The youma's constructing a portal to destroy the city!”
For a moment Ganymede was unsure who she felt more concern for—Cyllene, who put up no resistance; or Auriga, who so thoughtlessly faced a corrupt Senshi more powerful than she was. Mica made that decision for her, raising her trident as if to strike the younger girl.
“STOP!” Ganymede screamed.
She needn't have made the effort. The sudden surge of power on the battlefield was impossible to miss. A Princess. A foil for Leto, this aura felt kinder, but it was no more welcome to Ganymede. Though the attack that followed affected Mica enough for her trident to fall when jostled, it sent another wave of anger washing over Ganymede.
What was the point in it? Why now, when there'd been so many opportunities over the course of the evening, opportunities that could have prevented things from coming this far? Bischofite and the youma were the enemy in this battle, not simply of the White Moon, but of everyone. And yet this magic, despite its effect on the two in question, despite the soothing calm Ganymede felt tickling the edge of her senses, only delayed what needed to be done, the inevitable end to a battle already drawn out too long.
And it was inevitable.
Ganymede had just enough time to place herself more firmly between Mica (along with the corrupt Senshi [Vespa] she had become tangled with) and Auriga and Cyllene before it happened.
Though she felt nothing for Bischofite but repugnance, cared little that it seemed he would meet his end, the sight of it was horrific. She swayed unsteadily, dropped her frying pan, brought her hands to her mouth to stifle an appalled shout. Instinct caused her to gravitate closer to Valhalla; she leaned heavily against his side, wide-eyed, her gaze transfixed, following the movements of Avalon's sword. The screams reverberated inside of her head far less than the wet sound of Bischofite's failing breaths.
Then the birth of a new youma. If she could think through the horror, Ganymede might have thought it was fitting that he had become part monster.
After all, he'd already been one.
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Athene hadn't seen it coming, one minute he had been following after the little guardian cat knowing that speed was of the essence if he was going to reunite the starseed with its owner in time, then the next the dark aura of a corrupted eternal was suddenly blooming in his path as an elbow landed squarely and painfully in his throat.
The combination of the move and own forward momentum was his undoing, Athene's slight frame tumbling backwards in an uncontrolled fall as the dark senshi lunged forward, a surprised look in his eyes as he recognised the combination of green eyes and long dark curls.
Atë?!
And then his eyes widened as he recognised her intent and her hand slipped into his chest before he could make move to even try and stop her.
It was wrong and it hurt, just as it had the time when Painite had tried to kill him. Although it was hard to tell what hurt more - the hand in his chest or the fact that it was at the hands of someone who had once been on the same side as him.
"Please Atë." She, along with Pomona had been his first training partner back when Prince Castor had taught them how to dust youma and shared coffee and doughnuts after the event and they had helped each other out a few times on patrols - in fact the aftermath of one such patrol was the reason why he'd had to spend all that time convincing his cousin that no he didn't have a secret girlfriend that he wasn't telling her about after she had caught him trying to wash off the lipstick from the kiss she had given him as a 'parting gift' from the last time they had patrolled together back when they were both Super senshi and had ended up teaming up against a breath-stealing youma.
But this maniacally grinning Atë wasn't the same Atë who he had liked despite the fact that she kept horribly embarrassing him, wasn't the old Atë who had pawed at his hair or had swung him off his feet after Castor's youma-dusting session. No this Atë was the stranger Atë from the zoo and the same Atë who had seen nothing wrong with dumping a pile of sludge waste and other bits of rubbish on top of senshi and pages that had counted a chibi amongst their number.
But still a small part of him hoped, hoped that the old Atë was still somewhere within the corrupted senshi, that some one who had been so gung ho about them patrolling together wasn't truly about to apply said gung ho-ness into trying to kill him.
In fact so complete was his focus on Atë that he didn't notice the chaos breaking out further up and ahead of them, nor did he notice Princess Iris, still in Princess regalia as she attempted to launch her rainbow ribbon in Atë's direction.
And then he heard someone scream, a part of him dimly recognising it as it coming from his own voice as Atë pulled that hand free and saw the pale jade starseed shining in her her hand. He could hear screams ringing in his ears, but things were fast fading.
Then the starseed that he'd been attempting to return dropped from lax fingers as Athene crumpled into a heap of robes and long hair, the dark-haired senshi's last thought of the fact that it didn't look like he was going to be able to return that starseed as things went black.
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your post was perfect, let me know if I need to change anything about mine. Liryn will up in my next one >:3
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 3:36 pm
Gunn is on the third floor!
In the confusion and smoke of the stairwell, it was easy enough to lose people. Gunn, for instance, found herself quite lost, and instead of stopping to reorient herself and continue her pursuit of Astarte and Canopus she simply continued down the stairs, barreling past any number of people. If the corrupted Eternal was smart, she'd left the building entirely, but--Gunn was willing to bet that the woman was not smart.
She joined the throng in the lowest level of the warehouse, just in time to see the green-clad Avalon run another General through. But her attention was quickly yanked away by the highest-ranking Dark Mirror signature in the room, the only signature Gunn could really be relied upon to track. Leto was still here, somewhere. Leto was still here, and Gunn was going to finish the job she'd started aboveground. She wove through the crowd, a feat made easier by the way the fighting had clumped or altogether stopped after the violence near the crystals--whatever the Negaverse plan had been, it certainly had been neatly foiled, and was no longer an issue.
Gunn found Leto near the fringes of the throng. "Looking for a way out, Leto?" For once, she didn't attack on sight, but rather watched the horrifically burned senshi search the walls. "I can give you one. One-way trip to the space cauldron, for all you don't deserve it."
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 3:46 pm
Antimonite is in the staircase outside the bottom floor.
"No please," she said, "They'll be so mad, I don't even want to be here, it's not my night to patrol, that's why--" but her rationalizations were cut off by the hand around her throat. She tried to explain that she didn't know, that she had only been told to guard the door, that they were going to do something to make the--something to--but it was so hard to breathe, and the edges of her vision were starting to go spotted and black.
Antimonite made a dry, strangled noise and clawed at his hand, trying to hurt him enough to get free.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 3:48 pm
Persephone is on the 3rd floor!
"I'm crying," Persephone said, and suddenly the burning in her starseed stopped and she could finally breathe again, "because I thought...for once, I thought I was doing something useful, and I was just --" She let out an incoherent scream that was half-rage, half frustration. "I'm crying because I trusted him and he lied! And that? That monster he is now? That's better than he ever deserved!"
For Bischofite truly was a monster, now. His youma had brought him back from the edge of death, but transformed him into some human-monster mix - she was glad he was gone, glad whatever was left of him was gone, because she didn't want to handle that on an emotional level right now.
Virgo's fist contacted her face, and her head turned, but she sagged back against the pallets. "Virgo, please, I don't want to hurt you. Don't...don't make me hurt you."
It was like she blinked and everything went to hell.
First she was guarding the door, there was another corrupt (Haumea) with her for a moment. Then those from the Order had made their way down and she had practically done nothing to stop it. And then everything had gone to hell. The youma chick had mumbled something and then everyone was suddenly attacking Bischofite.
And then the next thing she knew he was down and looking like s**t. It was a foreign sight to her as the few times they saw each other it was usually her that looked like hell, and no. Tiny shards of glass in your arm did not count as looking like hell.
She watched as a green clad General then stabbed Bischofite and twisted the blade before jerking it out. She vaguely registered that someone was screaming. A Order senshi (Ida) she thought... (that smelled suspiciously like orchids) just based on her narrowing field of vision. Lellouch heard a familiar voice mumble something, Persephone, uttering about how she thought she would be useful for once. ...She'd hafta have a looooooong talk with the Eternal at some point about that.
She moved closer a few steps, her legs and feet suddenly feeling like lead as she watched Bischofite basically dissolve... in to a human. She didn't know him she realized, though then again, when did she ever really know anyone. Bischofite continued to throw her for loops and keep her on her toes. She watched as Thraen stared and Lellouch wanted nothing more then to suddenly separate the two. To get Bischofite, - whoever he was now, out of here and somewhere safe. ...She had to atleast try right?
Lellouch blinked slowly, watching as the youma, - god she needed answers later, touched Bischofite before screaming. While she was normally very fond of youma, despite the fact that most she came across wanted to tear her limb from limb, she was glad to see this one in pain. However, Lellouch sucked in a sharp breathe when Bischofite became the youma. "What the..." Came the quiet breathe as she stared wide eyed as General turn Youma lost consciousness again. Her thoughts instantly went back to Bazzite, to Benitoite. Was this what had happened between the two? Was this even close it it?
Speaking of which... A movement to the side caught Lellouch's attention as she watched Chalcanthite, of all people, approach her commanding officer and leave. She watched as Benitoite made a feeble attempt to grab them, only to collapse in the blood and curl in om himself.
Lellouch wasn't sure if she ran, shoved her way past people or what, but the next thing she realized was that she was kneeling in the blood next to the blonde General. Blood stained her boots, knees hands and hair as she curled herself around his side. "Benitoite." She called softly, her gloved hand wrapping around his outstretched one. "Beni, we need to go." Her gaze moved from the crying man to his weapon before she grabbed it with her free hand. Sure, they might have had a rocky meeting at first, but Lellouch liked Beni. She wasn't about to just leave him here in the middle of all this. "Beni... Please. Let's go." The blonde senshi didn't say it would be okay. That everything would be fine and alright. Because honestly? She knew it probably wasn't.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 4:03 pm
Kerberos was already making his way to Avalon hen her blade passed through the General's back. The one who had led this whole mess. The blue-haired Corrupt let out a breath of relief. leave it to her to have the situation as under control as it was going to get.
Still, he kept moving closer, pushig his way through the crowd, because if he wasn't mistaken, the General in blue (Benitoite) was threatening Avalon, and quite frankly no, Kerberos would make him regret it. Quite literally. Sometimes he actually rather liked his magic.
The mostly-dead General's transformation into something else, something...other, some combination of monster and human, stopped the corrupt in his tracks, and he could only stand in awe at the creature now there. It seemed his assistance would no longer be needed to deal with pretty much anything, in that direction, at least.
It took him a moment to find his voice, to call out to his General, even after someone else grabbed the creature and teleported out.
"Avalon! Are you alright?"
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They could at least agree on that. But this setup, this idea, all of it, it had lanced something horrible in Virgo. Something horrible, something that had never scabbed over but simply grown more and more infected over time, swelling until there was no room in her for anything but regret and a nameless terrible sorrow. "He played you," she said, and this time she slapped Persephone, "He played you because that's what the Negaverse does! They play games!" But not even games, not even, she couldn't believe she'd thought for a moment that maybe not everyone in the Negaverse was the same. "They kidnap your princess and they tie her to a chair and they blow you and everyone you love to pieces! I told you that, Persephone! You knew that this was how your side works!"
She didn't care what else was going on in the world, had no ******** left to give, maybe she was a shield but as a shield she could serve best by killing them. Maybe then she could be a proper Zodiac, and die. "I don't care," she said, and she knew those words were awful as they left her lips and she was glad no one but Persephone was paying enough attention to hear them. "I don't care. I don't care I don't care I don't, hurting is all I have left and if you don't hurt me, I'm going to kill you. So maybe you'd better own up to what you are, step up to the plate, and kill me first."
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