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 Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:28 am
Anthony Darrow was laying on his back, unmoving. His eyes were closed, and he looked very much like he was asleep. It might have been nice, if he were, as he really needed a good night's sleep. But unconsciousness didn't count, and it didn't last long anyway.
Pain began to creep into his body, destroying what use and peace he had for being out cold. He groaned softly, hearing movement above and around him, though no one had come to his aid directly. The geyser that had separated him and the Negaverse agent had died down, a harmless hole in the floor now.
His body was littered with dark, ugly bruises that were quick to make themselves known. There were cuts, some deep, some scrapes, some made from his skin splitting after being hit too many times by Moonstone and simply giving out. His head was bleeding and his face bruised, making it difficult to open one of his eyes. Not that he wanted to, at the moment. Burns from the water and staying on the floor too long mixed with the bruises, painting his torso red, black, purple. He was sure something was broken, though what he did not know yet.
Everything throbbed with an equal and resounding pain.
At length he opened his eyes, letting out another pained groan, looking around blearily. Alive, but still in this place, he quickly realized. Or maybe this really was hell. Glancing down over his body, between his feet (one of which was bare because he had lost a pink fuzzy slipper somewhere in the fray) he spotted something that made his already sunken heart sink further.
Monsters.
"E-Ever, Sheldon, get... get to safety," he stammered out, trying to drag himself away from the advancing monster, however small it might be. He was vulnerable and did not want to be a tasty chew toy for it. A few seemed to be following the scent of his blood, drawing over to them and snarling menacingly.
(Sticking to zone three!)
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:41 am
Still in 5
Castille skidded to a stop, seeing people flying across the lave flow, and so much more fighting. What was she thinking!? She was running into a battle for crying out loud!
She scanned the twisting crowd, seeing on the outskirts Gigi holding either a very decorated stuffed cat, or a cat wearing a...scarf?. The girl looked normal.enough, and wasn't fighting...
Castille took off across the lava bed, avoiding geysers shooting up hot water into the air, and arrived, panting near Gigi and Cora "Are you..human? Or normal? or whaatever I am but these people aren't?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:48 am
"Like hell, Tony." It was a low grumble, sarcastic, nowhere near the usual deference he showed the older man. His eyes were still on the girl in the Tiger Lily costume -- but they twitched briefly down onto the apparently-conscious librarian and then past him at the approaching monsters.
And he changed his story.
"...oh, s**t." With that, he kicked into motion, easily dancing his way over to get arms under Tony and try to haul him up to stand. "Um. I vote retreat to high ground, strategic defense..."
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:54 am
Tony looked slightly troubled, as slightly as someone who was bring brought to the guillotine on a false charge perhaps, when Ever said it wasn't likely that he would go and find safety. True enough, Tony had been stupid enough to get into a fight with one of the powered beings running around this place, but he had learned a very simple lesson the hard way.
Don't do things like that.
He realized that Ever was not being defiant and inclined to stay and fight the monsters, but rather he hadn't seen them yet. Breathing a sigh of relief, which then turned into an agonized pant for air as Ever made to help him up, the battered librarian leaned on him heavily, shutting his eyes tightly and letting the younger man help him.
"Y-yes, higher ground," he agreed, though if Ever had said he thought jumping into a geyser was the best defense Tony probably would have agreed. His head wasn't working quite as well as he wanted it too, after being batted around like a cat's toy.
He knew Sheldon would stick close to them, at least. The monsters growled at the movement and advanced on them, three as far as Tony could see through blurred eyes.
"Run, Ever!" he yelled, trying to help in that effort and not be a useless, slow lump of mostly bare, bruised and bloody flesh.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 11:02 am
Captain Alumo let out a tsk when his swing missed both Ganymede and Gianfar, the frown on his face growing darker than it already had been. He was sick of playing games with these Senshi, and he would very much like to kill them and be rid of them forever.
He followed after them as the gender confused one pulled the one in tights away from his attack range, and as soon as he knew his staff could reach, he lifted up high so he could bring it down with enough force to knock them off their feet. Or knocking them out would be good, too.
The ground was rumbling around them, and while he made sure to watch out for random geysers, he didn’t spend too much time observing the areas around him. He was on a mission to beat these frilly little Sailor Scouts to a pulp, and then some.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 11:05 am
"You don't have to yell." And he wasn't running, either. That was just stupid; what would he do, drop Tony and leave him behind? No. Instead Ever kept an arm around him and regretted the circumstances that prevented him from really enjoying being Tony's hero. Well, maybe there would be another dream.
"Just move as fast as you can, and uh. I guess. We'll find them if they catch up." He shot a look back over his shoulder and winced. They were, in fact, gaining on them -- so Ever waved quickly at Sheldon to move, not really counting on the man to help.
"Or, you know, we could curl up in balls and hope they don't hit us too hard. That works sometimes."
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 11:13 am
Ganymede let out a little 'eep' as Alumo attempted to bring his staff down onto either or both of them, barely managing to get out of the way again. He had no idea what to do now aside from continuing to evade and hope someone else would be able to deal with the problem, but aside from Gianfar, no one else seemed to have noticed what was going on over here. Ganymede couldn't really blame him. It was chaos everywhere. He could barely keep track of anything else himself.
"There were two civilians around when I got here," he told his savior, looking around for both Azzo and Tate, but it was difficult to find them through the steam and erupting geysers. "I don't know where they went, but they're both in danger."
He stumbled when the shaking of the ground grew even worse, glad that he still had a hold on Gianfar's arm from when he'd pulled him out of the Negaverser's range. He almost fell but managed to keep himself upright, hating how the uneven terrain made it all the more difficult to walk in heels, not to mention the constant shaking.
All the while, he kept Alumo in his sights, though he hadn't forgotten about the one that had thrown knives at him earlier. He didn't know where he and Europa had gone, but he kept an eye out for them, not wanting to give the little agent the chance to catch him unawares and throw his knives at him again.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 11:17 am
It's that time agaiiiiiiin~ Two hours!
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 11:32 am
Tony was trying to think about anything but the pain, even though turning his mind to the monsters chasing after them was no more comforting. Mostly because they would just hurt both of the humans should the monsters catch up. And that was just not something Tony wanted to have happen.
He gripped Ever helplessly, very much needing the support, wrenching his head back to look over his shoulder at the monsters despite the shooting pain in his neck.
The monsters weren't about to let their half dressed targets get away, scurrying closer as the chase continued.
"I don't think curling into balls will do us any good," Tony said, sighing helplessly. He was exhausted and his chest was burning as he breathed heavily, leaning more on Ever and slowing them down. "s**t..." he said breathlessly, his legs buckling and giving out.
"I can't," he panted, "I c-can't, just hide."
(Zone Three is where to be!
...)
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 11:51 am
The sky darkened and, with it, so did Ares's disposition. This battle was much different than the one before. For starters, she had done more senshi-dodging than Nega-punching compared to the last encounter. This was an unacceptable statistic to a girl who thrived on conflict. Nearby, a great fissure opened in the ground, throwing Ares off balance. Gray eyes widened to see monsters pouring out of it like blood from an open wound.
Charging ahead, Ares lofted her captain's torch above her head and brought it down squarely on the head of the first monster. It took the blow to the shoulder and made to take a bite out of her throat. Ares wrapped her arms around its neck, squeezing and twisting with her metal-plated arm bands until there was a reassuring pop! The monster slumped to the ground and then collapsed back into the fissure.
There was a small pocket of civilians in the zone. With no Nega within face-punching range, Ares relegated herself to babysitting duty (of sorts). Booted feet brought her standing directly in front of Ever, Sheldon, and Tony. "Incoming," she said lowly. The next monster to reach her got batted back with her torch. It was as if she was golfing. She managed to beat one back.
In the distance, she saw a swath of purple hair. Was it Tanzanite? She didn't sense a general, but the headstrong Blood Moon senshi had to be sure. With a grunt, she dove back into the crowd, running clear across the field to ZONE 9.
But it wasn't Tanzanite. It was some unfamiliar Nega. Oh well. They all had to die sometime. And so she threw a punch at the back of the Nega's head.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 12:16 pm
"Yeah, thanks a lot!" It was a shout after Ares, and it was heavy with sarcasm: Ever wasn't actually grateful one bit. What good was it, really, for her to drive off one? It'd probably be even angrier, now, and others were still advancing. Nice.
He made a rough noise and tugged on Tony's arm again, nudging him back toward his feet. "Useless kids playing at superhero. Come on, Tony, we'll just get you into a little niche where it's safe, how's that sound..."
A pause, and he rolled his eyes at the whole situation, both arms around Tony's waist to haul him along. "Stop being such a drama queen."
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 12:22 pm
"D-drama queen?"
Tony looked a bit offended, but he limped along as Ever pulled him. He, for one, was more grateful for what help Ares supplied. One less monster was better than one more, at any rate. He groaned, shutting his eyes as he forced himself along, but his body was shutting down.
The idea of finding a nice place to hide was very appealing.
"If things go bad... you'll have to leave me," he said, trying not to sound dramatic, though it was a pressing concern. Ever couldn't be dragging him around with monsters and negaverse agents chasing after them.
If it came down to it, Tony was just a liability now. When they reached an outcropping of rocks on the higher grounds, Tony heaved a sigh of relief and eased himself down, with Ever's help, onto the stones. He could be well hidden, though at the moment he was exposed, but he didn't seem to have it in him to correct the issue. He fell unconscious again, suffering from his injuries, slumping against Ever.
(I will be back much later!)
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 12:51 pm
Zone 6
Sailor Leto seemed to be wandering aimlessly around the battle field. She had only been involved in one fight in her entire senshi life and quite frankly she wasn't very good at it then, let alone now. She was muttering under her breath about this place being hell as she somehow gracefully hopped through steaming geysers. Suddenly she came to a halt as her feet reached the edge of the rock she was on and she wobbled slightly. Her eyes widened and she stumbled backwards a few steps as monsters began to crawl out of the giant gaping hole in front of ********.." this was hands down the worst dream -ever-. She took a deep breath and spun on her left foot, her right connecting to the head of a monster, causing it to stumble backwards and right back into to the hole it came from. Thank god for kick boxing classes.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 12:51 pm
Higher ground.
Idiots.
“You do not own this land. You cannot claim our home!”
Leopard's Eye raged from atop the volcano, a massive and fiery figure who laughed in sync with the trembling ground. Clearly, these invader's still thought they were in Quail's Eye field. They thought they were fighting the Negaverse to claim his territory. It was as infuriating as it was insulting. If they wanted this place, his mountain, they had better be prepared to fight him for it.
Only when the Guardian's eyes found Hypnos, his own defenders approaching the chibi senshi, did his fiery temper cool momentarily. The flame around him died, giving way to smooth skin and cloth, and the Guardian slammed a fist into the rocky ground. Below, a wave of rock would rise beneath the chibi senshi, carrying her up and up until she stopped just short of Leopard Eye's grasp.
“It won't be safe down there much longer, little one,” he said with surprising softness, picking the girl up and lifting her to his giant sized shoulder, “Have you ever been bowling?”
He grabbed a chunk of rock, a medium sized boulder by average standards, and hurled it down the mountainsides. Then another. Then another.
((Leopard's Eye is going bowling! You now have giant rocks rolling down the mountain trying to crush you. Except Hypnos, who probably just has a pretty amazing view of Elysion atm.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 1:00 pm
Hello? Operator could you put me through to number FIVE?
"Who am I, Bella Swan?"
It was seriously getting irritating, always getting treated like she was helpless. Which, you know, she was? But she was also useful, in the right situation. Hadn't she helped Ganymede? (Not exactly something that Wolframite would consider useful, no. But it could get there eventually, maybe.) She was silent for a moment, regarding one of Wolframite's bare shoulders as he spoke. Then she shook her head, slowly so as not to make it hurt anymore; she knocked his hand away with the back of her knuckles. "I don't know how," she said, "I don't even know how I got here. How am I supposed to know how to get out?" No way was it as simple as clicking the heels of her sensible sneakers together and chanting there's no place like home. And Wolframite seemed to think that this wasn't an Inception-type dream, where if you died you woke up.
She was silent for a long moment, staring at him resentfully. Then there was some kind of--she didn't know how to describe it, except it was loud, and the slightly disfocused gaze turned towards the mountain. "Monster," she said, and then lifted one hand to point. She figured Wolframite could see the giant boulders himself.
Oh-kay. Getting up now, and clearing back a bit. She could get behind getting away, now that massive rocks and monsters were in the way.
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