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Sarras is in the staircase.

She tried to argue with him, but the words had nothing to do with his question, so he applied just a little more pressure. Just a little more pressure, he told himself, as he reeled her back and slammed her against the door again. The other Chaotic aura was quickly approaching, he didn't have time to hear her pathetic excuses. Who the hell thought about school assignments when there was a war going on? She clawed at his hand but it did her little good.

"Answer me! What's the Negaverse need with those crystals!" Sarras shouted, just as the other Chaos aura reached them, and her shout almost caused the Cosmos page to jump. He wasn't so much appalled by her language, but he was surprised that she didn't just outright attack them both. She was definitely stronger than him, as much as he was ashamed to admit it, and she had every right to strike them down if they were in her way. It was more of her reasoning for them to move than fear of her that finally caused him to move, and with his fingers still wrapped tightly around her throat, he threw the lieutenant to the side of the staircase, releasing her at long last and stepping aside for Chariklo. "You know, sayin' 'please' is more attractive..."

He moved towards Antimonite, cracking his knuckles and calling to her with a sneer, throwing down an empty, and needless, threat. "Alright, what bones should I break to make you talk?"




Canopus is on the second floor, but not for long!

In their mad flee to escape Gunn's wrath, they had managed to lose her, but there was still little cause for them to relax. They were out of one frying pan and simply jumped into another, and Canopus would have been content to just keep on running, but the heavy smoke from the second floor was proving too much for both of them. It was just too much! Astarte's cry was echoing in her mind, and any thought of rushing past the flames and smoke to find her princess was gone from her mind.

Princess Leto was strong and had allies among the Negaverse still, she would have to help herself. Right now, she had to help Astarte, and now, it was her turn to pull her friend along. There usually was a restroom near the stairs, and if there was a restroom, there'd be a mirror. Surely, she could pull Astarte through it, or in the very least escape through the window. They had to get out of there, and most restrooms to her knowledge had mirrors. It wasn't much, but it was something. "Come on! We're getting out of here..."

'I'm sorry, my princess... I hope you're alright.'

To their luck, there was a small restroom attached to the staircase, likely meant for the janitor or poor design choice, but it had worked in their favor. She kicked at the door until it opened and to their luck, there was a mirror above the sink, and a window, leading to freedom and the outside world, a safe alternative for Astarte if Canopus could not pull her friend through the mirror. She climbed onto the sink and pressed a hand through the mirror, but she didn't retreat completely just yet. She looked back at Astarte, her voice slightly less raspy thanks to the smoke not having reached the bathroom just yet as she addressed her. "Th-thank you, for everything... if... if you ever need my help, for anything, let me know. You're always welcomed in my court..."

Maybe that was going too far and assumed too much, but she did not recall Remarque or Leto ever stating otherwise. She slipped through the mirror, assuming that Astarte would either grab onto her extended hand or her clothing to follow after her, or she would take the window. She hoped, not only for her princess's safety, but Astarte's as well. She'd never forgive herself if Astarte was hurt like Avior was...

[[Canopus EXIT]]

Chariklo is exiting the staircase onto the bottom floor

Before her fingers could connect, the male shoved the girl out of the way and followed, leaving the door free and clear. And as he threw out the little zing about saying 'please', Chariklo paused just long enough to give him an incredulous stare before sliding her furious eyes to the clearly-the-worse-for-wear Negaverse officer and frowning for about half a second in pity.

"Right, because sayin' please so clearly helped to keep you from torturing a little girl," she spat out and reared back to kick the door open, managing to hear the male make his threat about breaking bones. Oh, come on now. She had no love for the Negaverse but she had decency. Spinning quickly, she charged the male and threw a punch designed to make him see stars right at his sneering face. It wouldn't save the girl. But it would sure as s**t relieve some pent up aggressions.

"Idiot!" she snarled at the male before turning and rushing through the door before she could think better of it.

And once through, her eyes were already scanning the area, finally lighting on Leto and two familiar faces. With a sinking heart, she sighed before rushing towards her Princess. It just figured that her New Friends would find each other and try to fight. Great. Just great.

Tsui is on the bottom floor.

On a normal night Tsui would have wanted to get down and dirty with a fight and thus far she had done so with Benitoite, but it seemed that the general she tried to push by wasn't willing to let her leave without leaving his mark, as the whip wrapped around her leg and sent the Tiger senshi crashing to the ground, devoid of grace and a comfortable landing. Due to her small physique in her chest area, there was nothing to cushion her as she went down and not only could she feel her ribs bruising but her chin rattle her teeth. It wasn't enough to render her unconscious but it was definitely enough to keep her senseless, and only thanks to Serpentine's assault was she finally made aware of the crisis around her.

The officer that had taken such a beating had transformed before her eyes, but that wasn't what caused her jaw to drop. It was Benitoite's reaction. It was the heartache she saw in him, the anger and rage, and sorrow, when the deed was done, and the betrayed gaze in his eyes when he looked to the ones responsible for striking down the general struck a chord with her. What right did he have to show such concern, after what he had done to Bazzite?

The answer was... every right. He had never intended to force Bazzite into that state, and it was clear that he never intended for this to happen to another officer. It was almost heartbreaking, and had there not been a Negaverse general's whip latched to her leg, she would have tried to comfort him. She twisted around to try and free her leg, knowing that this would have been the LAST place she wanted to be, and she shouted back at the general, not noticing that his attention was elsewhere until halfway through her angered shout. "Look, I don't know what I did to piss you off so much, but if you'd just te-"

A feline moved in line of view and she spotted Liryn and his brave charge against a familiar Eternal senshi, and now, more than ever, did Tsui try and pull herself free. Liryn was attacking an Eternal, and he didn't stand a chance, and that Eternal... was someone she knew. Someone she once fought alone side... someone that had betrayed the White Moon Court and held not qualms about killing a cat.

"Liryn, don't! GET AWAY FROM HER!" Tsui shouted, not liking the situation she found herself in. On one end, there was Serpentine, someone who wanted her dead for reasons she had no idea of, and on the other, there was Liryn throwing himself in harm's way.

This happens on the bottom floor, but since I'm not going to have internet this weekend, we are all going to assume she uneventfully makes it out of the building.

Death. That was the sight that greeted Cybele when she opened her eyes. Cora's corpse was right beside her. She'd failed, then. Her words of warning, her magic… nothing had been enough. It was never enough.There was nothing she could do now that would be enough, either. She’d figured that out about death.

Vengeance was what she wanted now, but even that was impossible. Bischofite was bleeding out before she even managed to pull herself to her feet. Wiping the ashes and tears from her eyes, she got a better look at his attacker. Another general? That wasn’t how things were supposed to work, and as far as vengeance went, but at least he was dying and she was safe.

She winced at his screams, at the death, and hated herself for it. The blood, too. For all she was a huntress, she’d hated the idea of this. There were a few seconds where not too much happened- he just slowly sank to the floor while everyone watched. There was nothing more to be said, nothing more to be done. She had enough time, then, to think a little. This was oddly similar to their previous meeting, wasn’t it? Blood, chaos everywhere, her face stained with tears. She’d promised to kill him, then. That was another broken promise on the pile, then, but it wasn’t nearly as bitter as the one she’d made maybe an hour ago- I’ll protect you. The others probably had as much right to his life as she did… or as anyone did, really.

That youma, that monster, was the one to take action, and… possess him? Save him? She didn't really get a good look at his transformed figure before other Negaverser teleported him away, and the fighting started up again. A mix of emotions somewhat muted by her exhaustion swirled around inside her head. But… the building was still burning, and it was getting bad enough that it wasn’t safe to be here. Even Negaversers were starting to leave. Any more thinking, any more feeling, would have to wait. She coughed again.

Thraen was still close to her, with another senshi, with another senshi, preparing to wipe out the Negaverse. “Don’t die… please…” she said, refusing to turn her tear stained face in their direction. Her voice was still so weak. It was more of a wish than an order. With that, she started heading towards the elevator.

Ivynian

Songstress Kitsune

[Exit Cybele]

Antimonite is in the staircase.

The Dark aura rushing her way gave her a moment's hope. She only knew the Dark Mirror as allies, had completely missed the White Phoenix by virtue of being just that new; but she didn't live to see the owner of the aura.

When she was slammed against the door, she heard a terrible crack. Her vision went bright white and gold, but even that didn't kill her; Antimonite whimpered to herself and tried to reach for her communications crystal, to get help, any kind of help. He threw her aside, and the impact with the floor jarred her just wrong.

The threat was only empty and needless because the girl laying on the ground posed no threat any longer--if she ever had. Antimonite was gone, her uniform replaced by a pair of pale pink pajamas. Her gold hair was stained dark with the blood that spread in a glowing pool behind her, and her neck was unmistakably broken.

Thraen is on the 3rd floor

The retreat over everyone was well underway, everything happening quickly. They'd have to pick targets quickly, and act even more rapidly. Immediately near them, breaking off to attack Ganymede and some other knight were the two generals, two Corrupted. Feathers was even one of them, who he had given to Penthesilea before. She was struggling with the spear general(Benitoite), though his weapon was initially with the other corrupted (Kerberos).

I give you still to Penthesilea. That green general(avalon) is Ganymede's...as much as she seems capable of. So the General (Benitoite) as well? He is in shambles, weaponless...no. It is too close to feathers, even if it is more strategic. For now. If Penthe takes Feathers, she can handle that general. and I will not be long or far if she needs my help. I have faith in her skills, if not entirely her resolve. Here will be the proving of it.

He went for the other corrupted (Kerberos), even as the weapon in the man's hands vanished. Even as light was bursting from Ganymede. Thraen grabbed for the great swaths of blue hair to rope around his forearm- a good hold, if he managed, to haul the enemy around by.

Carnelian is getting the fook out!

Carnelian could not help but stand shock still as Bischofite, one of the many in the Negaverse he'd come to loathe, was all but devoured not only by the members he'd betrayed, but by a youma. Emerged from a cocoon of darkness and death came a wholly different creature, a thing that terrified Carnelian to his very core. Green eyes widened and he had taken several steps away from the massacre as soon as its new king had emerged, shaking his head in stunned silence. He thanked whatever gods that were listening that Euclase wasn't here to see this metamorphosis.

That sealed it - if this is what the Negaverse amounted to, what its apex was, what it expected of its members, then he wanted nothing more to do with it. He would rather die than end up like Bischofite. If he was a General and this was his fate, what was a Negaverse senshi's? What was Persephone's fate? What was his own? What was Euclase's? Alkaid's? Were they all not doomed to rot away from the inside out? Did the holes in their chests and the cracks on their skin not bother them?

Carnelian's heart pounded faster and harder than he'd ever experienced, his blood running like ice in his veins. Thick crimson boots caressed concrete as the corrupted senshi turned and watched for Serpentine. While they did not get along, Serpentine at least had some sanity in that skull of his. He was not like Bischofite - he did not kill needlessly, he did not harm with ecstatic and reckless abandon. The redhead prayed for Serpetine's safety knowing full well the General would not back down and would not abandon his post. Such was a soldier's duty. While Carnelian was a coward -- and he would never deny the label -- he wanted more than anything to survive. The young man wanted desperately to see his beloved Euclase again.

And so, closing his eyes amidst the din and monstrosity of battle, Carnelian closed his eyes and focused on this warm and inviting living room in the apartment he shared with Euclase. Chanting her name like a mantra, his body stalled for a moment from fear and anxiety before teleporting away. He didn't care who won or lost that night - he wanted nothing more to do with the war.