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When Polaris pushed Niflhel behind her, Ares let her gray eyes slide to the boy, memorizing his features, before gliding back to the other Princess. It wasn't a threat, per se, but there was certainly something aggressive in the action, a promise, perhaps, of another kind of collateral damage.

Then Polaris began offering to "save" Ares. In spite of herself, the Princess of Smoke snorted. It was two-fold: 1) the belief that the White Moon was correct and 2) the assumption that Polaris would be able to convert Ares if she wanted to do it. (Granted, Ares wasn't sure she could corrupt Polaris either. She hadn't tested her magic that far and hadn't really had the opportunity to do so either.)

"Princess, I am afra--" The words never made it out. The White Moon Princess threw herself at Ares, tangling her in a flurry of arms and jewels. Ares' staff was hooked on one of the many long necklaces. Before she could do anything, Polaris pumped her wings, lifting the two toward the roof. It was a lot of weight for one set of wings though. To keep them from crashing to the ground, Ares gave her own wings a pump, landing on the criss-crossing metal beams high above the battle below.

The two women fell onto a beam, Ares on her back, Polaris on top. With a grunt, Ares flipped the girl off of her, lost her own balance, and caught on to the small beam -- maybe only 2 or 3 feet across -- with a hand. She pulled herself up, careful to keep her golden staff in hand. Up here, it stood a good chance of getting in the way.

"If you won't listen to reason, then you can listen to the pain of defeat," Ares hissed. Lunging forward, she swung her staff at Polaris' head.

(Order hourly roll)

"Forgive me for being discourteous," Camelot began, but he was stopped short as a small ball rolled under his shield and stopped almost at his feet. He looked down at it, and for a moment his brain went blank.

They could roll things under his shield. Right.

In all his battles so far he had not had anyone do such a thing to him. Usually his shield blocked everything and while it was not unreasonable to understand that things could go under, over, or around it he had not actually been presented with a case as startlingly obvious to the drawbacks there as this one.

And then the thing went off and he howled in pain, shutting his eyes and stumbling backwards, ears throbbing. It was hopefully a momentary distraction, but it was certainly a big on. He forgot about Benitoite, Zinkenite and Howlite, who he had never met before but was now certain he was not a fan of.

He had to keep his head in the game, but it was very difficult when he couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything and, a few seconds later though he hadn't seen the second little bomb, couldn't breathe either.

Did every nega get bombs now, or was he just particularly lucky?

He felt his arm jerk and realized that someone, Zink from the weight of the chaos around him and the strong pull of his grip, was trying to pull his shield free. Or his arm off, he thought, as a shooting pain tore through it. He stumbled and opened one of his eyes, seeing Zink through a haze of blurry color. It was fading, but not fast enough. Every second counted. Instead of pulling against Zink, then, he surged forward, barreling into the back of his own shield and then, hopefully, into Zink, with the shield between them.

He just needed to get some distance, and not lose his weapon in the process.

Hourly Chaos Roll!
Mesolite was laughing as she pulled the hair of a very upset looking senshi girl, though paused when she heard her name called, looking around. Her eyes landed on Painite and a grin lit up her face. “General! Hello there! Are you having a good evening?” She knew that she certainly was. If normal nights were like this, then being in the Negaverse truly would just be one giant party.

The Lieutenant gave the senshi’s hair one more sharp tug, then kicked her hard in the back of the knees, laughing as she fell and going over to Painite. “Do you have any lessons, general? My hand is getting quite tired of punching, and I’ve been even toying with the idea of seeing how much damage my paper clips can really do, though I’m quite sure it won’t be enough to make any real difference. I suppose I’m just here for comic relief more than anything!”

It didn’t seem to bother her much, though, it would be nice to be able to do more damage like some of her fellow officers were doing. If only she could.

[Hourly, Chaos]

Remarque’s lips curled just a bit as he heard a very familiar, very unpleasant voice spoke up from behind him. He recognized it as Lenka’s almost instantly and was reluctant to even turn and look at the chibi Senshi. He knew how psychotic she could get. When Carnelian turned to acknowledge her, Remarque tilted his head.

He was eavesdropping a bit, curious to know why any agent of Chaos would be so friendly with such a monstrous child. Perhaps he was just still sore about their first meeting—and every consecutive one. Lenka had brought him a fair share of trouble—but she was still a child, and even if they weren’t on friendly terms, Remarque did not believe she should be here.

Not when people were being killed left and right.

He’d already been tackled to the ground enough today; he didn’t want Lenka to try again. He wasn’t sure his back could handle that.

When the orders came down that they would be attacking, Lt. Kyanite had begun to tremble. She was perhaps one of the worst suited people to be in the Negaverse, cousin to the deceased General-King Marthozite or not. The idea of taking a risk, any risk, made her skin crawl. She was the friend who listened to her friends' crazy stories, gave them advice, and then hung around to see how it all worked out. She was the girl who watched Lifetime movies with a bowl of popcorn and then wrote in her diary about what her life might be like if she ever tried to do something so crazy. The idea of willingly walking into a battle was as appealing to her as wading through a field of s**t.

And that was, more or less, what she was doing.

As a newbie, Kyanite had been assigned to entering through the mirrors. This meant that Ares had seen her face as a civilian, but Kyanite didn't know enough about what it meant to be a Negaverse agent to realize that this might be a big deal. She also had no idea that the very woman who lifted her up and threw her through the mirror was also the same person who had led to the death of her beloved cousin. Zinkenite had spared her this knowledge, and it was for the best.

Now, the dark-skinned South African girl was attempting to hide in a room full of war. The only thing she had to protect herself was an oversized gas mask and about 4 feet of electrical cord. Despite her weeks of training, Kyanite still struggled to throw a proper punch, kick, or block. Yet, here she was, fighting along people who belonged in action movies.

A senshi came flying in her direction, knocked backward by an attempt. Kyanite yelped, leaped over the body and sprinted blindly forward -- careening right into Chaonis with the full force of her run.

Whoops.

[Chaos Hourly]



"Small Lady? Is that her actual name? Someone named their kid Small Lady?"

For some reason, in the midst of a battle, this was terribly interesting information. Useless, but interesting.

"Jesus, she must have gotten the s**t beat out of her in school with a name like that."

She shook her head in pity and then drew in a hissing breath as a fist was driven into her ribs. Really, it was too bad they had to fight like this. Chariklo found herself liking this girl and her smart mouth. They might have been, had things been different, friends and comrades.

The second punch she managed to just barely avoid by rolling to her own feet and standing braced for anything. Through her goggles, it was clear that there was a sense of resigned pity in her eyes as she watched the other girl.

"Really. Is that so?" she asked as she tensed slightly, fingers curling into fists. "Well, Twinkle Tits, tough s**t for you because I only listen to my Queen. And if you won't let yourself be saved, then you'll have to be... eliminated. Nothing personal, you understand."

With that, Chariklo launched herself at Juno, fists swinging as the tall girl surged forward, intent on performing her duty.

Was it really that hard for them to have a decent meeting every once in a while!?

Grus found herself fighting a lower ranked negaverse agent, who kicked out at her. She blocked the kick with an arm, rolling her wrist so that she grabbed the other girl's boot and gave it a tug. The rest of the body went with the boot, and the chaos agent received an elbow to the face for her inexperience. Grus let the girl fall backwards clutching her nose and howling while she scanned the room for another target. The fight was absolutely insane. Everywhere she looked, there were senshi getting starseeds ripped out and negaverse agents getting pounded into a pulp. She had lost Chaonis in the fight as well as Polaris. The Princess was located not too long after the battle began, if anything by her power signature alone. She was above everyone else, and Grus felt the desire to try and help her. But she seemed to be doing alright by herself, so the Eternal senshi turned her eyes elsewhere, where chaos energy mixed with Order signatures in a very disorienting manner.

((if anyone needs someone to fight or someone to help them, Grus is available smile ))

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Think Jupiter's "Oak Evolution" with feathers. The feathers now have an energy cover that makes them glow with a red and yellow energy. She spins once, thrusting her hands outward, and a ring of the energy covered feathers flies from her body. If the feathers hit someone, they stick to them and the person feels as if the feather cut it's way through them, and they will receive a feather shaped burn on the entrance and exit "holes" of the wound.

Note: The feather is not actually cutting through them, it just feels as if it has and the burns show up where the holes would be if it did cut through them.

If the feathers stick to anything but flesh, such as clothing, it will burn a hole through it. (Exception being like really thick things, like buildings. They will get a 2-3 inch indentation)