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The coffin was really the last straw for Kaden. He was demanding paid time off for this s**t. HELL, he would use his vacation if he really had to. Destiny City... whatever this was... it was just too much to comprehend. It wasn't that hard to duck around the fighting teenagers and make his way towards the coffin, with every intent to opening the lid and freeing whomever was inside.

He didn't know it was magical, he didn't know he was going to get pile drived and mosh-pitted by about 20 deranged teenagers. He probably would've said '******** this' and gone and got some tea if he had known.

But seeing as he didn't, he was there, at the forefront of it all, getting slammed between several bodies and a coffin. "Ugh. Break it up guys!" It was a feeble attempt.

No one could say Kaden Smith wasn't trying to do his job, at the least.

And then he looked up.

How did that woman with a staff get mid-air? ********. If she missed, that staff was going to hurt like a b***h. Kaden ducked down and hid himself as low as he could amongst the bodies.

All Torbenite had succeeded into the last few precious moments was really, to slide from point A to point B. He was pondering how exactly to get to point C, when he was interrupted by two problems.

One: the object of point C had moved even further away. However between the hordes of people jumping for the godforsaken coffin, he would rather really, not risk anything close ranged at the time.

And then it suddenly occured to him that he still had a freaking weapon. With a curse, he summoned it, wishing that his parents had actually gifted him with more foresight.

"Go Dragonball!"

Only he had totally forgotten his weapon wasn't a self-dubbed ' dragonball'. Hell, it wasn't in any shape, dragony or bally. And was rather spikey. The mace-and-flail themed weapon did however, make a rather impressive arc soaring into the air, towards god knows where. Sadly, it was also still attached to his hand.

Chronos blinked. "You know?" How many senshi (or more importantly, the Negaverse) knew that her Crystal was still missing then? They had pretty much kept it a secret, but perhaps Chibimoon had gotten the information from Astraea or some other guardian cat Zue had been talking to. They didn't have much time to talk however, and Chronos caught the eye of her handmaiden and smiled apologetically. At least Flora seemed to be holding up pretty well despite the winter-like surroundings.

Both of them were facing this Negaverse agent, whom Chibimoon apparently knew. "If you fight her, you fight me too." Chronos informed Serandite with a narrow of her eyes.

MuCephi let out an alarmed shriek as the staff slammed down through the top of the coffin.
... She almost, felt bad at the strangled sound he made...she should have felt worse, she really should, it WAS close quarters, but it was still a touch of poetic justice....

Three young powered-up individuals were asleep on the job, so to speak.

Fallon Novette-Naim took the risk of dragging herself out to the Halloween Masque, if only so that she could design her dress and mask. It had been a long time since she had submerged herself in any kind of social setting. At first, she balked at the sheer number of people. It grated on her. It made her shiver.

This had not been a good idea.

Trial runs at sparking her cooled friendships were all underway, but it was nothing compared to the cluster of people and scents and energies that assaulted her that night. After one brief turn around the ballroom, Fallon fled to the bathroom, held her head in her hands, and tried very desperately not to cry.

She stayed there for nearly an hour.

When the young girl dared to poke her nose out from the bathroom, she was met with a terrorizing sight and an even stronger pulse of power. Beryl -- and a crystal. And then, more insulting than those, an incarnation of the other Queen. The lesser Queen. The one who had no power over her.

Rage seethed out of every fiber of her being -- and then a thought, as clear as a ringing bell in her head: a Crystal, a Kingdom. Power filled every crevice of that glittering gem. Power flowed out like water. Power so great that it could make a lost senshi a ruler; it could restore her Kingdom.

No sooner had the idea entered her head, and the girl was off -- but this time as Sailor Ares, the rage in her eyes as fierce as the pulse of the crystal itself. Without another thought, she made a beeline toward the commotion.





Losing his job at GeekSquad had left Parker Damhnait in dire straits. Paying his rent was a b***h, his kitten had become a financial burden, and his daily coffee had to be bumped to a rare occurrence. Even with extra shifts at the corner cafe and a little freelance computer work, Parker was finding it a challenge to pay his bills.

It was this perfect storm of poverty that he found himself serving as an employee for the night's festivities. It was all well and good, at least, that Dani was still largely on lockdown with her parents. The night would have been worse if he had to watch her enjoy it while he passed out snacks and drinks to his peers.

Hidden beneath a simple black mask, Parker worked the room, sucking in all his annoyance for fear of being fired. He had just gone back for another plate of toasted chips when a commotion in the ballroom caught his ear. He burst back into the room just as the majority of the employees made a sprint for the exit. There, bathed in a glow, was a face that he had never seen, but that felt so familiar to him that his chest physically hurt.

She was... real? She hadn't abandoned them?

Parker took a step forward, arm raised, but then she was gone just as surely, leaving him to stare at the girl with the crystal -- as everyone else was. He barely had time to slip back into the kitchen and transform before the game was afoot.

And Sailor Taranis was late to it.




Bo loved parties.
Dear God, how he loved parties.

It was absolutely no surprise to anyone that the forever-happy giant of a boy was in highest spirits at the Masque. His costume was fairly lackluster, but his mask was one his mother made. It had a sun over one eye and a moon over the other. His costume was a smattering of rainbows, and when asked, Bo said that he was "happiness." It was lazy, it was half-assed, it was Bo.

When the girl in the pretty necklace was assaulted by energy, Bo started to clap. These were some amazing planned Halloween hijinks! Even when Beryl and Serenity appeared, Bo just kept on slow-clapping like a seal begging for a fish. It wasn't until everyone in the room lost their ******** minds that Bo let his smile falter.

While all the other senshi transformed and the civilians ran off, Bo looked left, looked right... and immediately hid inside the nearest closet.

The punch hit her hard on the cheek, sending the other girl slipping on a patch of ice. Thankfully, there was enough people to stop her from going far. Not so thankfully, some negaverser decided to play angel and bash the coffin from above. Being next to a coffin shattering was not a good place to be! "Sorry, I was trying to talk on your level."

She slid back into the other girl, attempting to ram an elbow up into the other girls ribs. Hopefully, it would get her out of the way. Never before had Perseus felt so flustered or rage filled. The whole mess was getting ridiculous, but be damned if she was going to give up now. She'd been commanded to get this gem, and get it she would!

From her position on the floor, Mica could hear someone ignorantly trying to break up the fighting. Her eyebrow arched slightly when, from her continued vantage point on the floor, she noticed that the ignorant person was a civilian. It would be tough with all the bothersome Senshi about, but he represented one of the easiest pickings to be had. Mica had no qualms about taking the easy route as long as it produced results.

As she scrambled to her feet, she took note of another interesting sight. It looked like a fellow Nega was squaring off against two important-looking goody two shoes. Decisions, decisions…

Mica decided to leave the civilian be. Being responsible or whatever was vaguely annoying at times, but there were bigger fish to fry then a wannabe-cop. Besides, she figured that if it was worth the hassle then surely some other Nega would think of it.

Instead Mica slowly made her way towards the bunny-brandishing Nega. She didn’t go to her side, no, she stayed out of her way, just in her peripheral vision. Mica was close enough to jump in if needed, but wasn’t about to stick out her neck yet, not if there was a chance of her help not being needed or wanted. Besides, it was easier for her to keep an eye on the chaos from her vantage point.