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 Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 1:50 pm
Mei Xing - Sidouer HP 20Mei scratched the back of her head in a nervous fashion. His concern for her was endearing to say the least though unfortunately it was grossly misplaced. If there was one her father made sure of it was that she could handle herself; never mind the fact she had magic on her side. The phone in her hand buzzed once indicating she had a new text. Looking down she saw the message flash across the top of her screen. One one hand she felt relieved that Delilah was alright, on the other panic rose for that was all the confirmation she needed that this was all indeed an elaborate trap. Worrying her bottom lip she locked eyes with the man in front of her "I just got a reply from my friend, she is here. I need to find her before I can leave."She reached out then and took his hand in her own. Giving it a gentle squeeze she added "If you can make it out alive, meet me under the willow tree at Lancaster State Park just as we are now." A place she had found on one of her jogs. Peaceful and calm; surrounded in an indescribable beauty especially when rays of sun sought to pierce the morning mist. With that said Mei released his hand, and like the classic fairy tale, pulled a Cinderella and took off; leaving him where he stood with the hopes he would find a way out safely. Where are you?-send She sent the quick reply to the raven haired woman all the while scanning the faces of people who shoved pass her. One of which who stole the mask right off her face as the stormed by. First floor - LobbyPink - Mei
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 1:58 pm
Oops forgot to add HP. Ganymede HP: 20 (Up for Capture)The thing that brought Paris back to consciousness was not the ice Chris deemed it appropriate to bring to her forehead and to the back of her neck, but the sound of Chris's voice calling out to Ladon.
“Lady?” she perked up momentarily, shifting in Chris's arms in an attempt to rise. The most she managed to do was lift her head. Through her spinning vision, Paris attempted to search the crowd for her best friend.
She had no such luck, unable to see through the tired, lethargic haze that had overcome her, but if Chris had said his name she assumed Ladon must be close by. Paris smiled in delight and leaned against her husband, grateful for his sturdy presence and the arms he wrapped around her. If something wasn't terribly wrong, it might have felt nice to just bask for a while.
She was offered no such choice. The more people collapsed, the more panic spread, and people began fleeing in droves. Then, to make matters even worse, Negaverse Agents began to show up in droves. It ******** figured. She should have suspected as much. Clearly the Negaverse was going to take advantage of the situation, if they hadn't planned the whole thing all along.
“Told you we should have gone ahead and gone upstairs,” Paris mumbled up at Chris.
She slunk down onto the floor, heedless of what sort of stains might appear on her dress. She was too out of it to think of much in regards to what she was going to do now or where she was going to go do it. With everyone running around screaming and getting in each other's way, she doubted anyone would notice one skinny girl crouched by one of the tables, digging into her clutch for a silly looking pen.
Paris pulled the pen out and thrust it up on instinct, muttering the words necessary to start her transformation.
In a rustling of frills and ruffles and lace, Sailor Ganymede appeared in the midst of the party, a silly girl in a silly outfit, kneeling on the floor and trying to blink through her fatigue.
“Alright, Val,” she said, though she didn't even know if Chris had taken the opportunity to transform yet. “What's the plan? I don't have enough energy to brain right now, so it's all up to you.”MoonKitsune I have been informed that if the thing you and Guine were talking about last night occurs, there is no turning back. So it's up to you~! <3
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 2:08 pm
Hannah Carrington - Acrucis HP 20 Before she could respond to Delilah's statement, Hannah felt her phone buzz in her side bag. She paused for a moment among the mass of people seeking sanctuary outside the hotel and pulled it out. The black screen reflected the image of the ceiling above till she pressed the on button and swiped her thumb over the smooth surface to unlock the screen and open her text messages. "I think you're right," Hannah replied showing her the message from Quenton. "If we're going to do this we need to do it now. Get out or help?" It was clear by the look on her face what she wanted to do since it was in her nature to make sure people stayed safe. The question remained whether or not they'd do this together. First Floor - EntryYellow - Hannah
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 2:22 pm
Jasper Penningon - Human - 10HP
The male did not even get a moment to reply before his princess was off into the crowd of people. That friend must have been important to her but he didn't care. "Well, well, well." He was grinning from ear to ear in a stupior before something, or someone hit him in the back.
"Hey! Watch it!" Jasper called out to no one. Still, that was enough to shake the fog from his mind. Reaching up, he pulled off his own mask and started working to get his bearings. The masses were heading towards the doors. If this was a reason to panic, the doors would be the last place to go. Honestly, any exit would be the last place to go.
So instead, Jasper did what he could do best. He sat right back down and worked on his drink. No one was getting out any faster and from what he could tell, no one was dying. Why panic? "I wonder who screamed fire."
(Jasper open for nega/senshi interaction)
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Delilah White - Sailor Phact (not powered up)-20HP
The name on the screen, followed by the message had the raven haired woman shaking her head. Quenton was there and if he felt this way as well, things were about to go down. If they hadn't already. For all the chaos around them, Delilah had yet to see anyone really coming out as a nega presence. Not to mention, there were no youma....
Looking out towards the crowd, Delilah opened her mouth to speak but was cut short by her own phone. She glanced down at it and sighed. Wherever Mei was, she was dealing with something like down here. "Hannah, I am not going." She looked back at her sister, a stern expression on her eyes. "Find Quenton and stick with him. We will meet up afterwards."
Stepping closure, she placed a gentle hand on Hannah's shoulder and softened her gaze to a smile. "Be safe and do what you can. I know everyone will be in good hands with you. " Squeezing her sister's arm, she pulled Hannah into a hug and let go, heading back towards the ball room, rushing to send a message...
Lobby. Meet me near the back. Evaluate from there.
-send
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 2:35 pm
Hannah Carrington - Acrucis HP 20 Hannah pursed her lips together in an attempt to keep her mouth shut. The sting of disappointment that they would not be sticking together hurt far worse than what she'd though. "Okay..." She paused and nodded her head understandingly despite the fact she no longer shared her sisters company. So quick to leave; she could only hope Delilah got out safely. Turning her attention back to her phone she sent back a reply message: I'm here, where are you?-send Not waiting for a reply, Hannah gathered up her dress and made her way towards one of the offshoot hallways in search of a place to duck into so she may power up where cameras would not see her. First Floor - EntryYellow - Hannah
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 2:39 pm
Jet HP: 40 Ilian followed Lovely’s lead in a matter of seconds, trading his borrowed suit for something much more his own. He thought the dark grey of the uniform suited him. His kinder, somewhat innocent nature fading away to one that was much more duty driven.
They were merely lieutenants, but everyone started somewhere. “An eternal,” he responded to Marine’s comment. “We’re catching an eternal,” Jet said, his face determined. He could imagine the recognition they would get if they managed to snatch an eternal.
It was just a matter of picking which one. They could ignore all the lower level senshi. Now that their energy had been drained, capturing them should be easy enough.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 2:47 pm
Rhiannon HP: 10
Rhiannon groaned as she blinked her eyes open, lifting a hand to rub at her head. What had happened? Last thing she knew she’d been sitting in the corner reading a book she had brought with her when she’d suddenly blacked out. Now it seemed like everyone was starting to panic. Negaverse officers were appearing left and right, and senshi and knights were joining in the fray. Had this all been a trap? To lure them there?
The others were more than welcome to power up, but not her. She wasn’t going to risk her identity. The Negaverse always showed more hostility to senshi rather than civilians, so she decided she would take her chances. But she wasn’t going to do it unarmed.
Weary from passing out, Rhiannon armed herself with a ladle from one of the punch bowls, daring any Negaverse to approach her. Sunshine Alouette She can hang out with auntie.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 2:59 pm
Andrew seemed to tense up as more people fell, and the chocolate covered cookie in his hand when uneaten as he stared at the rising commotion. People who couldn't leave were panicking. Others were dropping like flies and being carried off.
"N...Nno," His words stumbled out, attempting to disagree with Emily while the wheels were still turning in his head.
"No. We should lea--..." People were powering up.
Everything was going to s**t. "s**t, ********, Emily, we gotta go," He said, ready to roll right the hell out of there. He wasn't up for a fight. This was out of his depth. But he staggered on one step and ended up fainting instead, grabbing the table cloth of the desert table they were near and taking as much as he could down with him in an attempt to catch himself.
Andrew, in his unconscious haze, seemed to be suddenly aware that the table had not offered him any support and instead had allowed a large platter to hit him in the head after he was already down.
He did briefly consider that if he were to die here, tonight, in his tomb of felled chocolate fountain and floor pastry, that there were worse ways to go. He had not considered that, maybe, it was too soon to just lay there beneath a table cloth of ruined desserts and wait for your impending murder, though.
Andrew/Helicon- Yellow Mask- Fainted- 20 HP- Currently Unpowered
Elle was having trouble keeping up with her reality. Her intentions of slipping away to drown her ineptitude in drink had been foiled twofold and all at once. Stroud's sudden shout and assault on Ariel made her freeze and nearly hunch her shoulders in a knee jerk reaction, and then she was almost bowled over y the young girl who was now bowing to her and begging forgiveness.
Elle, unable to cope with even the social awkwardness of introductions, stood there so stiffly her shawl dropped unceremoniously to the floor unnoticed while eyes bulged and her mouth tightened and stretched until she resembled a startled frog.
She whirled around, hearing Lazarus partake in the charade, and his final assertion that included her in the madness managed a reaction. An expression. Ariel and Stroud were exempt from such things due to a combination of rank and bias, but since she had been hoping to stealthily escape responsibility and notice by taking subtle steps away from the group, she ended up responding to his outcry with a look that she was hoping would help telepathically transmit her message of oh, ******** all of you.
She turned her attention to Jun, crossing her arms and reveling in the greater stature she had over the other girl. "Unacceptable. Get away from the door and get in line," She did her best to sound authoritative, "There are raving maniacs here. Where are your parents?"
At least she'd halt one exit and appear semi useful, even if Jun was a convenient way to feign responsibility while being entirely non-threatening and unimportant or difficult.
Elle/Galena- NegaBlack Mask- 40 HP- Currently Unpowered
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 3:02 pm
Valhalla HP: 10 [Up for Capture]
He didn’t get the opportunity to see if Ladon and Billy had even heard them when there were shouts of surprise and fear. The Negaverse were suddenly showing up at the party, and Chris, dazed from unknowingly having his energy drained, watched dumbly as Paris struggled away from him so she could hide to power up.
Naturally he followed, still concerned about her well-being after having just passed out. Luckily for him, he had no need of a trinket like a pen to power up. As her ivory gown was replaced with black and red, his black suit was exchanged for a green tunic and short cape.
“The plan is to get everyone out safely,” he informed her, not quite as out of it as she seemed to be. “Then I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay?” he insisted, grabbing her arm to pull her close to him for a moment to give her a quick kiss on the side of her head before letting her go to do her thing. She was more of a fighter than he was. He could at least direct people out the doors and try to keep anyone from being trampled. “Be careful.”
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 3:20 pm
Aquamarine HP: 40 Aquamarine tipped his head to the side and laughed.
“Weren't you beaten up by an Eternal once?” he asked.
He didn't fancy getting in over his head. Jet seemed as if he'd like nothing more than to do so. Aquamarine was far more practical, though the idea of recognition certainly appealed to his arrogant nature.
Well... they'd all been sufficiently drained. Perhaps an Eternal wouldn't pose much of a problem under the circumstances. He could let Jet give it a go, and if things turned south he'd just pull Jet off and find more appropriate prey.
“Fine, an Eternal it is,” he said, glancing around for one among the crowd. “I'll be even more generous than letting you borrow my suit. You pick.”
Aquamarine hoisted his plastic sword over one shoulder, looking bored.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 3:27 pm
Palatine HP: 20 Palatine continued her search for a familiar face, scanning the room through hazy vision and a brain addled by energy loss and alcohol.
Finally, she spotted Rhiannon by one of the punch bowls. Wielding a ladle. Because that was really going to defend her against a Negaverse Agent. Well, at least the effort showed bravery, unlike the ones that ran screaming from the place.
A part of Palatine wished she could run from the hotel (not screaming, of course; she wasn't that pathetic), but responsibility staid her and the thought of her loved ones falling victim to the Negaverse's schemes kept here grounded.
Just not entirely clear headed.
“Rhiannon!” she called to her niece. Palatine made her way over to the girl, forgetting in her drunken state that Rhiannon would likely not recognize her. “Rhiannon, are you hurt? Have you seen Paris?”
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 3:51 pm
Boaz smiled, slipping an arm around Melinda to hold her close even as his cheeks flushed faintly at the public display of affection. "That sounds like a wonderful idea." He couldn't wait to see her reaction when he brought her to the room he had readied once the ball came to a close. He wasn't due back at work till the coming Monday so he figured that this was a good occasion to spend some time with her till they got busy again with school and work respectively.
Looking genuinely surprised by the number of people who had suddenly dropped to the ground around them, he was about to cross over to see if it was a medically related situation that he could provide assistance with when Melinda grabbed his hand to pull him away at the sight of a couple of Negaverse officers. Damn. He hadn't heard anything about the Negaverse's involvement in this event. If he had, he would have picked another New Year's Eve party to invite Melinda to.
He frowned at the memories of DestinyCon that were still fresh in his mind. He wouldn't let that happen again. He was stronger as a Captain now and he would do whatever it took to get Melinda who shouldn't have to get caught up in this to safety. "... okie. But what's going on?" As soon as she looked away from him, he would lift a hand and bring it down hard against the back of her neck with the intent of knocking her out so that he could power up and teleport them both to safety. It was the best way avail to them at the moment the way he saw it.
Boaz/Amethyst
Mask: Black (Nega)
HP: 40
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 4:23 pm
Blood was a necessity of making a scene, so Stroud didn't even try to deflect or dodge the blow. It was better to appear as any other inept cat fighter. The crowds, stars and streetlamps jostled, a single fading ring like a church bell reeled through her ears, and Stroud let go of Ariel's hair to stumble step backwards to a sparring distance on her heels. She hunched, viscous blood dripping down from gums into the crevasses between teeth that revealed in the dark. The crystal in breast pocket hummed with quiet missive. "Playtime's done." She looked up at Ariel, leering, soft spoken. Then the next for the nervous crowd trying desperately to get out of dodge but worried of getting involved in the scene. "I should have slapped you, but then that'd be animal abuse. By all means, if she wants to stare at a cow every evening for 45 minutes, indulge." Suri's voice was near. Near Lazarus. Stroud whorled on heel to catch them up and take their elbows a moment. She was still smiling. "Our clock has struck midnight, its time to turn our mice into horses and pumpkins into coaches. We have princes and princesses to ferry away. It's all takehome tonight. " Then she strode off with a saunter to the parking lot, vanished in vehicles from sight. But General Schörl reappeared before the doors of the first floor in an instant. Oh, there were scouts and knights and lieutenants all about. "They do not leave." Except in our escort.Stroud / General Schörl- 1st Floor, Doors Out- 40 HP
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 4:35 pm
Emily trusted Andrew. Considering he'd tried to shove her away, get her to leave - then came back, and even saved her once - she trusted his judgement. He said it was time to leave. And then he fainted. Emily frowned, looking around and nearly groaned. Another day, another ball of-- Wait. People were dropping like flies and masks were vanishing, and Emily had been ready to try carrying Andrew to hide when she recognized one of the party goers to drop - one Albert Lucien Wiley, and her eye ********." Emily muttered, and pulled her high heels off, one eye remaining on Andrew. She was dragging her Daddy to hide him and then try moving Andrew - not something easily accomplished carrying a pair of high heels to use as a semi-lethal weapon - and sher moved to try lifting the noodle of a man, huffing. "Damnit, Daddy." She was so arguing at him later. Emily Wren Wiley - 10 HP - Targhet practice!((Just quite me if you go for Emily, Trinity, or Pisces please!))
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 4:53 pm
Failyn (Mintaka) Arriving [Up for Capture]Fai pressed the mask closer to her face and looked around. As of far, she could see the chaos commencing, but couldn't quite process exactly going ons. Perhaps she drank to much of the champagne?
She rested a hand on one of the tables and eyed the players making their way around. She could see lieutenants in uniform. Negaversers.
There was only one way to make it out of here alive then, as she whispered her words, The eternal form sparkled as wings graced her skirts. The mask disappeared, but the feeling of drunkness hadn't. She faltered and looked for anyone she knew. Kuuropii idk I am here, there u go
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