Someone, like Alois, might not see the point in it but Alexandre saw the point in it. He didn't like doing something so boring, time and time again, but there was a point to the ever boring process of gathering energy. Sometimes you could get an interesting, or wild, person bu it was generally boring. And the whole point was to feed the needs of the Negaverse, of the youma, with the gathered energy. It kept them as powerful as they were. He might have pointed this out, maybe not tonight, but they had something far better to do now.
"I'd like to hear these ideas from you...but not right now. I believe right now we have some senshi to deal with." And blood to spill. Oh he liked the idea of this. and he wanted to see Bischofite in action, he knew he'd never gotten involved in a fight around the other. First time for everything.
Looking up at the other, cheeks tinging a very slight pink, the blond raised his arms and wrapped them about Bischofite as he held him tightly. "I may have low aims at times but I realize that there will be plenty more officers at this party. Why not share the kills a bit." He spoke with a shrug of his shoulders, a gentle and slight action. "I like to spread such around and I've killed enough senshi in my time." He said honestly.
With the other holding him, and himself holding onto Bischofite, he teleported them closer to the location; as close as he was able to get them.
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"Compared to the mess that hangs from my head?" Cyllene laughed and shook her head, her fingers attempting to run through the tangled mess that was her hair. She wouldn't be surprised if birds had made a nest in there! "It must take you ages to braid it," she breathed and circled the other Senshi- the only other one she had met since she had become a part of the Negaverse herself. "Or wait, I guess it probably just like, auto-braids when you power up huh? Is your hair that long er, normally? Mine isn't."
She took a look around her to see the slew of Negaverse agents gathering- there was no use in her getting anxious until an order was made, so instead she would fill her time waiting in the company of the pretty lady with the pretty hair who liked to compliment her. Gosh, people in the Negaverse were nice! Except for the one that stabbed her that one time... But maybe they could be friends now! Oh, she would love it if they could be friends. Cyllene made a mental note to ask the pretty Senshi who the stabby General was when this was all said and done.
"Its super duper nice to meet you, Azurite. That's a pretty name. It sounds like the other Negaverse names... Is it like theirs? My name is a moon. I wonder how come you're like them and I'm not. Weirdddddd~"
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Had Zircon merely stumbled across eight Order power signatures, their auras collectively blinding and sickening, she would have been the first to turn tail and run. Loyal to the Negaverse as she was, the lieutenant nonetheless wanted to keep her skin, and she had seen the sort of havoc one senshi could wreak, much less a pack of them.However, the call from a superior officer was not one to be ignored, and though she took a little longer to signal in on the location (having to run there instead of teleporting in was a big setback), she finally assumed her position in the ranks, staying tentatively towards the back.
She recognized faces from meetings past, though no one in particular seemed to call to mind someone she knew particularly well. One thing she did know for sure; she wanted to be away from their senshi, and positioned herself well away from the two fawning over their hair. Chaotic or not, they were still half enemy, and anyone who could use magic made her leery. She shot the two a long stare before slipping away, and stood at the ready behind one of the more decorated-looking generals who popped into existence nearby.
"Do we have a strategy, sir?" Zircon addressed Benitoite, her posture stiff and her tone compliant. If there was anyone to look to in the brewings of a large battle, Zircon surmised, it had to be the officers of rank.
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Persephone frowned. Her first instinct was to order that they form up around the chibis, but she knew Dionysus's magic was actually alarmingly useful. "Stay close. Don't let yourself get separated. We're a team, and we're going to fight like one. We can do this, guys, I don't care how many of them there are."
She had to be more confident than she felt. She couldn't let any hint of her anxiety show, because she was a leader, goddamnit. "Make careful use of your magic. Mind limited uses. Go for soft spots, feel free to fight dirty because there's no doubt they will."
There was already one inside, a Captain. There were more coming, and no more time to plan.
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Natron grinned. He had taken a few moments to recover from the energy spent from sending out that massive bulletin, but he was generally ridiculously pleased at the sheer number of officers who had responded to his call. Some of them were familiar - and one definitely had his attention because what the ********, was that Bischofite as a lieutenant again, that was a thing to ask about after the battle.
He walked forward, and slammed his boot into the door, which sent it off the hinges.
"Persephone..." Dionysus warned. He knew that tone. She was not sure of how this would turn out. And quite frankly, Dionysus couldn't find it to blame her. He felt a little uneasy himself. With two chibis here, Sephone already had to obviously glaring weak spots that had to be guarded. "Biela, shouldn't you go guard the other chibi." It was no question. He jumped slightly when the door went sailing off the hinges and wen the presumed cause walked in, Dionysus couldn't decide if he wanted to curse or start laughing. "It ******** figures..." He really should have known he would have eventually crossed paths with Natron again. He just didn't expect it so soon.
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"I think your hair is very cute!" Then Azurite made a face, sticking out her tongue. "Darling you have no idea...." She then laughed again as Cyllene circled her. "My hair is actually just a bit shorter then this normally. And even then it's braided... So I don't actually know if it will magically braid itself if it was undone. ...But that's something to try sometime I think." When Cyllene looked around, Azurite too took a chance. She noted that there was another blonde corrupt senshi, though this one was male. And some super tall, super cute, super creepy -but still super cute, Negaverse agent and a few others starting to show.
"Ah... I think my name's like there's because when the General-Queen awoke me there was no cat present. So with no way to figure out my senshi name, I got Azurite. I like it though." She gave Cyllene a smile. "The pleasure is all mine darling." The words were barely out of her mouth when Natron gave the order. "God damn it Natron. Learn some timing." She hissed at the brunette, un-phased but the difference in rank and power. She glared at him momentarily before turning back to Cyllene. "It appears our chat must be cut short... Stay safe alright?"
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Leda nodded knowingly to Persephone. She had a good idea of what to do here, and though she said to mind magic use... Leda knew from experience that she had a habit of jumping the gun on that one. Whenever possible, she tried to use her magic first, as if that was the only way she could distance herself from coming disaster. From the sound of it, even the chibi senshi around knew a little more about how to behave in the face of emergencies like these, and she was a super senshi. So much for any ability to organize under duress...
Leda took a few calming breaths to try to ready herself for the coming battle, but between the door suddenly collapsing forward and the addition of a captain signature above them, Leda couldn't keep her cool. "Leda Scalding Blast!" She called out, as she formed and flung a steam-powered orb toward the captain that sauntered in with his crew.
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Leda Scalding Blast Leda positions her hands as if she's holding onto a softball, and steam swirls into the empty space between her palms in an orb shape. She then throws the ball of steam at the ground or a foe, and the ball explodes into a puff of steam spanning a ~10 feet diameter from that area. Being hit with the ball scalds rather badly, yet can be dodged easily. The surrounding steam is more bothersome, like her first attack. Range: ~20 feet or so. It depends on how hard she can throw the ball. Time: ~3 seconds.
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residual steam will affect other officers who storm through, assuming they pass through the blast within three seconds.
Upon approach, Adonis sighted numerous Chaos figures, some familiar while others foreign, and they gathered around what he felt was the offending structure. Some looked at ease while others appeared painfully rigid in their assessment of the situation, and others even outright dismissive. In particular, two admittedly attractive young senshi stood about and discussed their hair while the rest spoke of tactics and assault. Adonis himself would've joined in on the talk, paying equal flattery to the two as a means to secure a couple more friends amongst the Negaverse, but orders quickly cut that endeavor short. In fact, Adonis hadn't even managed a greeting to those involved before the captain burst through the doors with ease.
Adonis huffed lightly, but pretended to be unfazed by the show of skill and brashness. Still, Adonis intended to linger behind while several other eager members of the Negaverse paved the way for him. A senshi was like artillery, right? Why waste good magic when the soldiers ahead would break down the majority of the resistance?
Oh, who was he kidding? Adonis lacked the nerve to forge ahead in these matters, as his run-in with Penthesilea left him shaken and nervous about facing the enemy again. But he had comrades to surround him now, so why linger in doubt and uncertainty?
Finally he addressed the two other corrupts who had such ease in chatting earlier. "We're all senshi here - why not join the festivities together?" It was his thinly-veiled way of asking for an escort, at least.
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Bischofite left his general's side almost instantly after the teleportation landed them at the target destination. An automatic reaction, he distrusted those around him when it came to small intimacies, however insignificant. And as the once-general eyed the crowd sharply, he did not suppress a sneer of disgust when some fresh-faced lieutenant made a beeline for Benitoite and asked for direction. At a point not long ago, he held that right. He was the one who issued orders over the intercom system at DestinyCon, and now that role was relegated to Benitoite, who he hadn't yet seen in battle.
"It would be prudent to simply drop ze building on ze lot of zem, but it feels like someone jumped ze gun and hid inside. Normally I would say zat ze idiot hiding in ze rafters could teleport or die in a case like zis, but I no longer haf' ze rank to pull such decisions." Finally he turend his acerbic gaze on his general, a hint of unguarded jealousy apparent in his eyes. "If you don't have any better suggestions, we might as well pur-"
But he was cut short by a sudden order barked out by a captain, no less, the one who issued the call earlier. Natron. At least he hadn't the stomach for standing around discussing strategy while the enemy formulated the very same approach. "Nevermind. It's a little late to talk pissing contests and capitulation now." He muttered over his shoulder, and found himself instantly grateful that he took the time for that retort, as an explosion of steam petered out from the entrance that Natron recently cleared.
If his flesh hasn't melted off, I'd like to talk to him - provided we both survive this. With a smile befitting of black humor, Bischofite gestured for Benitoite to pave the way. No use breaking the front lines with the meager power of a lieutenant - not when his expertise lay in iniquitous planning and destructive traps.
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Azurite was once again glaring at the back of Natron's head as the door went flying into the warehouse. "Do you have like... any tact at all?" She asked him only to turn when the walking god that was apparently the other corrupt senshi addressed them. She shrugged lightly. It made sense to her. The white mooners were in groups, so it made sense that they should form them as well. "Azurite." She said instantly. "And this creature here is Cyllene. We can do a more formal introduction when our dear Captain..." Another glare in Natron's direction. "Isn't being a complete tard."
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Biela would have flatted her ears were she a cat. As it was, her mouth pulled into a line at Dionysus' sarcasm and then repetition of what she was already doing. Why did he think she'd taken position where she had? For personal amusement? She was trying to protect who she could.
She would fight them rain or shine, land or sea! There...there that was the spirit. No use getting down about doubter. Her dad always had the best advice- 'Trust is earned, Micky. If you haven't earned good faith, keep working hard'
He only just met me, of course he's going to run behind Persephone and think I'm worth less the crates we're all piling on. I can show my stripes, and prove can keep him safe. Him and little red, and donut, and pinkysnow, and fluffy angry, and Persephone, and- But the door was down with a crash before she had a chance to list out everyone in her new family in her mind. They were now more precious than ever.
Persephone's guidance was sound advice, but not...much on actual directional strategy? Well, those with useful magic for damage and distance knew who they were, right? She called at their enemies, "C'mon! Words can't describe any of you, so I'll just throw up instead!"
Step one in the bull fight? Wave the red flag insult so that the bull came after her and not the chibis or casters. Biela considered herself more of a fighter anyway. Just....there were an awful lot of bulls.
Had Cinnabar been any less disciplined, she might have gagged as the corrupt senshi arrived and started gushing on about their hair. For ******** sake... they had a job to do, it was right there in front of them, staring them in the face. Did they need an invitation or something? Why was everyone standing about?
The leggy lieutenant confined herself to a sneer as the toe of her boot began to tap the ground. She hated waiting... hated holding back. If someone didn't do something soon, low ranked or not, she was going to lead the charge...
It was her luck that the captain who had called everyone decided to jump in before she did and Cinnabar was in motion almost immediately, fluid as a cat as she rushed the front door. Boiling steam exploded through the open doors and Cinnabar threw an arm up to protect her face as she waited for it to pass. It was time to put her training to use... and this time, she wouldn't have to hold back.
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He had not put out the call, Natron had, and so when he had arrived with Bischofite he had not expected to be approached and asked for a plan, or orders, and yet he was. His blueish gray eyes looked up to the bomber jacket clad Lieutenant and he took a moment before answering.
"As I didn't put out the call, and wish to not step on toes, I'd say to speak with Captain Natron. But it seems, thus far at least, that we are just going to go in and kill." And it seemed to be just the plan as Natron spoke, and he was surprised by the others choice of words, it was to hear such a sentence from the other but he supposed the other had grown up and changed. He wasn't the same alien conspiracy believing teen he'd gone to school with; at least not completely.
"As much as I would like to drop a building on them I'd like to not destroy the city - just the senshi and knights who inhabit it." He spoke in a low voice, just for Bischofite to hear. "Whoever decided to go in ahead of us should know better. If for some reason they were over powered it would take us time to get to them once inside, and if they are injured before hand it can effect the fight." He disliked the idea. They should move as a unit and go in together or in several groups, the point was that it should be more then one person at a time. He didn't say anything more though, his attention on the fact the door was down, some senshi had attacked, and he was looking to get inside and draw some blood.
"Keep safe." He whispered, just for the other to hear, while summoning his weapon. Long and balanced the weapon felt perfect in his gloved hands, and as he curled his fingers around the stem of the weapon he smiled. The smile wasn't a gentle or friendly one, not by a long shot, but something which promised pain and bloodshed. A sort of coldness stole over him as he took the lead, moving ahead of Bischofite, and moved to enter the warehouse. He did hope Natron was alright, he rather liked the Captain's presence, and it would do them no good to already take injuries amongst them. His gaze shifted, for a moment, to the almost forgotten lieutenant in the bomber jacket.
"Keep safe and do your best. Do not show an ounce of mercy to those of the white moon." His words were cold, serious, and above all they had an air of authority behind them. "I want to see them bleeding on the ground."
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Her head jerked up, sensing someone in the rafters. One inside; too many outside. Why? She wanted to scream the question and demand an answer. It wasn't fair.
"Biela, shouldn't you go guard the other chibi."
She shot the other chibi an annoyed look but didn't comment, her annoyance chasing some of her fear away. Did she really look that useless?
Then the door was taken down and a dark figure loomed at the entrance, only to be quickly obscured by the ball of steam launched by one of the senshi. Aludra moved to the back of the group, waiting for a chance to her use her attack. Even knowing she wouldn't be much use in a battle with so many people, maybe she would do something.
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Sirius had frozen the second she felt the chaos signatures. She knew what was coming and she looked straight at the children. They shouldn't be here. Apparently staying by the door hadn't been a good idea, especially when they just started walking in!
She dashed back against the wall and just watched as they all piled in. At least on the plus side this seemed just as disorganised as the senshi's were. She held her breath watching them come in, waiting and wondering whether anyone she knew would also appear and secretly hoping Buddingtonite wouldn't appear because that would be awkward.
Instead she went to the nearest nega to the door and went to whack them around the head as hard as she could.
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If there was time, Vespa would have liked to address the other Corrupted senshi that had gathered for this attack. He looked to them, green eyes wide with amazement and relief and maybe a hint of longing- he wasn't stupid and knew that he wasn't the only one to seek salvation in the Negaverse, but he had seldom seen them around. Adonis he immediately recognized, but the others were new to him. If there was time, he would have liked to have talked to them, but Natron's order was clear, and he needed no further confirmation from either him or General Mica. He rushed in, preparing himself for whatever may have waiting outside of the door, and the rush of steam he felt wasn't quite one of them. Thankfully his visor masked his eyes, but his exposed skin felt the blast of heat and the fluctuating temperatures caused the visor to fog up, making it impossible to see.
That didn't stop his charge, however, and he struck out blindly, calling out as he did so and hoping that he didn't strike one of his allies in the process. "For the glory of the Negaverse!"
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Mica barely held back a smile at Vespa's battle cry and she admired his tenacity, for all of his flaws. However, there was little time to dwell on the bumbling little wasp, as a Senshi charged right at her. She was a strong looking one, and brave, to be so eager to leap into the fray and go straight for a Negaverse general with a spear. Mica didn't wish to do an official test of strength with this one as she was certain that, as strong as she knew herself to be, taking a punch to the head would have been an early death wish, so she forced on dodging the blow instead.
The fist just barely whizzed passed her head, and Mica twisted her spear around and sought to drive the butt of it into the senshi's gut to force some short distance between them. By the speed and strength of her aura, she suspected that this one was a Super, and while she was but a rank below her, Mica knew better than to drop her guard. "You have bite. I like that."
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Sirius jumped back as the general turned around. A spear, usual boring, pointy thing. At least it only had one pointy end. She knew that she would need to be careful trying to get to the general, that or she would have to get that pointy stick off her somehow. She would have to work that out later.
"You haven't seen my bite. I don't believe you were invited either." She hissed at the general. There were times when her old training came back to her and part of her was loving the fact that she was in a fight, not just any fight but one that could involve her not surviving. That got the adrenaline running.
Sirius started to circle around the general, her eyes glaring at the general but always very aware of where that spear was. She would be surprised if she got out of this without it getting her once but she had been trained by Ares, she could work through pain and so she ran straight at the general, aiming to get her anywhere, the best she hoped for was to get that spear off her.
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From her place in the rafters the captain could hear the voices down below. Not the words themselves, but their collective tone carried. Fear and excitement, panic mounting. It was music to the captain's ears. She leaned against a bare beam, watching the gathering scurry around down below, and contemplated her next course of action. Certainly they knew she was there, it would have been horribly amateurish to have missed her invading presence. Stealth wasn't really Xe's deal. Too impatient, too impulsive. A potential problem, if not for the fact the captain had the strength to look out for herself.
The senshi below might have mostly been unfamiliar, but there were friends among the gathering chaos. Avalon was there, somewhere outside, and Adonis. As well as something else, both incredibly familiar but completely foreign. It had the captain tilting her head, gunmetal eyes flicking along the wall as if she could look through it to identify the agents outside. Incredibly curious.
But curiosity could wait. There were senshi below that believed themselves capable. The door had crashed inward, and someone below broke, calling out and bathing the approaching agents in scalding steam. Creating the perfect smoke screen.
It was enough, the hiding captain made her move. Straightening up the woman stepped forward, off her perch, to drop like a dark shadow almost on top of the order touched senshi. Death from above. There was a flash of steel as she landed, metal gleaming across curled knuckles as she went on the offensive. "Sorry to crash your party," she purred coldly, silver eyes dancing between targets before settling on wild, emerald hair. "Hope you don't mind." Sarcasm was practically dripping from every word. She lunged forward, right fist cocking back, before aiming steel covered knuckles for the delicate curve of some nameless sneshi's cheek.
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