All Iris did was nod her head solemnly as her palm eased around the starseed, only to allow Metis to take a hold of it.
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Appeal
...POST!
Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 6:42 pm
The moment Iris loosened her grip, Metis yanked the starseed from her grasp. It felt... impossibly strange to hold one. Her skin crawled even though she only felt the starseed through her glove. Starseeds weren't meant to be grasped, or seen. They were meant to be within, safe and protected. Her faith in Iris strong as it was, she lost focus entirely on the Eternal and focused solely on the owner of the starseed in her hand (Athene). Crouching down near him, she glanced warily at the starseed. How was she even supposed to do this? There weren't exactly "Starseed Retrieval 101" classes. This wasn't CPR! Praying to every cosmic force out there that she wouldn't crush the thing, Metis uncurled her fingers around the starseed as she placed it against its owner's chest, covering it with her hands. "Oh please work, please..."
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litian
8D So idk if he can help Cora but if not Metis is there for assistance if needed <3
Kerberos was pretty vain about his hair, in both powered and civ form, so it meant that primarily his concern was that about three feet of extra hair just made him look absolutely fabulous.
He had never really considered that it made a very, very convenient target, until he felt a hand wrap in it and jerk him backwards. His immediate response was to kick backwards, hands moving to grab at whoever was holding onto his hair. "Let go of me, you ******** class="spoiler-wrapper spoiler-hidden">
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 8:22 pm
Thraen had expected some retaliation, the mule-kicking notably slower to an eternal-level than he'd perceived much in any dealings- not many combat situations very recently except for that pugilist dark mirror fellow. The hands grasping for his hold in the hair were a reaction of panic- no direct prevention of the whorl into it, pulling it as a rope tight.
It was complete. Leverage was his. So he tried to pull the other man in an arc using his hair and drive him against the concrete floor like a dirty rug.
"Get thee down."
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Astarte is out!
Canopus seized the lead when Astarte could venture no further, which she found surprisingly relieving. As they retreated toward the surface level, Astarte found marginally cleaner air. She still coughed to a breathless state, but by covering her mouth with the crook of her elbow, she managed her way through the warehouse well enough.
Various auric energies peeled past the pair while Canopus busted open the door to the restrooms. Astarte ducked in as soon as she could, gasping for a breath of marginally fresh air, before Canopus started speaking to her. While doubled over with hands on her knees, Astarte coughed heavily; at first she couldn't quite hear the Dark Mirror over her bout of hacking, but in a lull, she understood the gist. Looking up, Astarte watched in fascination as her friend's hand passed through the mirror completely. What witchcraft is that? Cute trick, Canopus.
After straightening up, Astarte approached the senshi and took her outstretched hand, hoping to somehow retreat through the mirror with her - to see what lay beyond its reflective surface. Instead, her knuckles only met glass when their clasped hands reached the mirror. No matter the pull from her friend, Astarte's hand simply never penetrated the surface to any appreciable extent. With a sigh, the Malice Senshi relinquished her grasp in favor of the window to her right. Small though it was, it afforded much-needed escape to outside air, clear of smoke and smog.
She had enough for one day.
After once last glance toward the mirror, Astarte kicked out the glass and crawled through the slim opening. Finally she was greeted by a landscape of fluorescent lighting.
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damn straight!
Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 9:05 pm
Kerberos supposed that what he really ought to do, right then, was yell for Avalon and try to get some help with this, but there was something embarrassing about being hauled around by his hair, even if being tossed to the ground was proof enough for him that he was in very, very deep trouble.
"What the ******** is even wrong with you?" This was pretty bad - he couldn't even really angle right to use his magic, and while he had a lot of determination and anger and all that, all he could really do was swear a lot and struggle, trying to get his hand under the Eternal's so he could pry his fingers out of his hair.
"To murder costs all that is in a soul." The corrupt was on the ground. Step 1 was easy- take away the magic. No magic if there was no breath or no mouth. The lungs or the jaw. face and jaw were too awkward for the angle, so Thraen aimed to drive the hard stone of his boot to the man's ribs.
"Who stand by it's rule must not be borne."
Songstress Kitsune
Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 9:32 pm
Persephone was thoroughly surprised to have her fist contact very, very solid muscle. Either Virgo was way more built than she looked, or... She very slowly processed that there was a very, very muscular Senshi (Neso) in between them.
"Bringing friend, eh?" Persephone asked, her voice soft. At least she very quickly had some backup of her own, and when Leto appeared she started desperately wiping at her face, trying to hide the tears. Not in front of Leto, not now, not when there were so many enemies.
She raised her arms in a vague attempt to defend herself, but she still didn't want to fight. Didn't want to disappoint Virgo more. Maybe if she took the blows it'd be fine? Would Leto even let that happen? Probably not.
But there was a Knight (Babylon) and a Squire (Bifrost) approaching, and then Chariklo, who she recognized from the White Phoenix ambush.
"Take your Court and go, Virgo! Please," she begged. At least now she had a reason to not fight. A sane one. She couldn't let Leto and Chariklo put themselves on the line.
Penthe flashed Thraen a deadly grin, and then she darted off on her own. Lellouch was a brief consideration, gone before she could even properly churn over attacking her. Instead, she selected the General in green, the one who wielded a jet-black sword. Based ont he way she'd spoken to the Corrupt Thraen was engaging, the two fo them worked together, and separating them seemed wise.
So she opened the best way she knew how.
"Penthesilea Call to Arms!" This time, the blast of red would carry far more force, with the battle having dragged even further.
Captain Schörl is takin' the lift to get outta dodge. EXIT
The active burning ceased, blessedly, but that was the trouble with bad burns- they kept active, spreading tissue damage even after application of heat had ceased. Between the steam and the radiation from her starseed, the captain had had more than enough for one body. As it was, her enemy had already moved on. All of them had, essentially.
Just a incap in the corner, not worth the trouble, she snarled to herself. It was her own fault for not being able to do more even in the face of that wretched pain. Her eyes followed to to where the little gaggle had been. They'd been guarding the winged one, a princess. So that is a princess. And they worked together efficiently enough. Friends or a team. Live and learn, and if I want to live, I need medical attention asap.
The lift was right there, even if it wasn't the best option in a fire situation. She admonished it, stumbling in and hitting the button for first floor and out, crouching low to avoid the inevitable smoke. "Work, you. At least one more time."
Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 9:39 pm
Kerberos was viscerally outmatched. He was also deeply aware of that fact the moment a heavy boot came down on his chest. The blue-haired Corrupt made a soft gasping noise, and there was a horrifying, visceral crack, which he dimply realized had to be his ribs.
s**t - he'd stayed to make sure this was ended so Luka was safe, and now it was starting to look, frighteningly, like he wasn't going to get home at all. Even if he could use his magic, it wouldn't matter. Could this Senshi even feel regret?
Instead, he brought a hand to pound, desperately, at the leg on his chest, in hopes of hurting him enough to knock him off.
A cough wracked up Thraen's throat briefly, blooming more echoes in the settling heaviness in his side where the arrow was still firmly rooted. It was a memory of the more intense sensation the other eternal's magic had produced, held in check only by the aura that had filled the whole building- results of the Princess. I don't have long to deal with this. That lung is starting to fill instead of just being pierced without the rain. Step two, take the weapons.
The loss of the full coverage from his boots was a sad one, even traded to the stone soles. The corrupted's hands did hurt where they met flesh and not wood- not as much as flaying. Not as much as the arrow. There was going to be some bruising on the morrow, but Thraen only moved as his own will directed, lifting foot deliberately to try to bring it down hard one of the shoulder joints.
Songstress Kitsune
Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 10:19 pm
Kerberos was more pleased than he ought to have been to hear his attacker coughing. At least one of his allies had, at some point, damaged him. He was still, however, effectively incapacitated, and a fairly weak cry of pain tore from his throat when the Senshi's boot came down on his shoulder.
God, he really needed to get Avalon's attention somehow, because without her help he was going to be pretty dead.
The next blow hit like a hammer, and Avalon was forced to yank her attention away from her ally in order to defend herself. The senshi attacking her was a super, she noted, a scarred and angry-looking girl. That was alright. Avalon still felt cold, high above everything else, and Maybe she couldn't take Valhalla's ally but she could certainly take this girl.
She didn't bother running. She closed the gap with a quick teleport. By the time she appeared in front of Penthesilea, she was already half through executing an uppercut to the senshi's jaw.
Songstress Kitsune
Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 10:33 pm
"All the wars of the world, all the kings, her queens, have not the perpetuity garden. You will be buried. In putrefaction will you nurture as you did not in life." The eternal of gardens shifted to place the boot against the youth's neck, intending to slowly crush down. "I am sorry. Go to your god or gods."
Teleporting was something that Penthesilea really needed to remember to account for. Her targets, so far, had usually been first-stage Negas, and they couldn't do that.
The uppercut sent her staggering backwards, and she shook her head, but grinned. Yes, this was a challenge. She leapt forward, leading with her elbow aimed for the General's gut.
Kerberos very desperately moved his good hand under the Eternal's boot, pushing up on it as a last-ditch effort to keep from having his throat crushed. He wanted to swear, to threaten, to challenge, to fight with the weapon most familiar to him, but instead he had to concentrate on breathing.
It was a last angry defiance, but Kerberos chose, with words gone and only small spiteful actions left, to spit on the Senshi who seemed likely to be his murderer.