A small smile curved her lips as the young man, the timid one, seemed to catch on what she said. She shifted closer, her hand sliding off the nose of a horse as she passed. Her steps were smooth and confident, almost feral.
"All you need is to join us. We have a way to give you power. It'll make you stronger, faster, and harder to hurt. It might be hard to believe, but its true... This power we have can make you equal to any of them, better even." Her head tilted, black hair sliding down her shoulder. "The power we can give you will make it so no one can hurt you, so that you can keep them from hurting you or anyone else."
Cin had paced closer, her eyes focused on the young man. He reminded her of things in her past... feelings she had had once. She knew the desire he felt, she could see it in his eyes. Reaching out, she cupped his chin in strong fingers, gripping his jaw.
"You've been a victim, haven't you? I know what its like... but I can make you strong enough that you don't have to ever be a victim again. Join us, Tolliver. I promise that I'll protect you, and help you."
(( because not everyone was in the other rp: Cinnabar is glamoured. To all appearances she looks completely human and has zero power signature. You wouldn't know her as Cinnabar, you would only know Ariel if you had met her as a civilian. ))
"H-hey - " Lily had just enough time to be uncomfortable as she was picked up and carried into the seat, twisting her ankles vaguely to try and move -- and then the discussing began, brutal and harsh. Olga's look was answered with only a shrug: "Do you know him? That's certainly an outfit he's wearing." There was a stray hair caught in the chains of the swing, now, and she jerked her head away too-hard-too-fast to try and unlatch it. It only made her whimper out high-pitched and soft, shoulders quaking with the pain of her scalp moving and the empathy of all the fighting going on around.
The order signatures were swarming in, drawing close, all too fast, much too fast - Amphitrite frowned. "Listen. We don't have much time." She reached out and drew her fingers almost tenderly along the line of Anxo's jaw, flashing the other man a soft, sweet smile before she rose smoothly to her feet. "Consider your choice. Captain Jet is here to help you, to protect you - I will do my best for you all in the meantime. So please. If you wish to rise up and help us, now is the time to do it."
It wouldn't work, she thought to herself with the vaguest air of exasperation. There simply hadn't been enough time to break them down enough to make them pliable... but there could be. There might be. If they could beat back the Order, rally together like they were so good at doing, there might still be a chance.
The first step, though, was to lodge a defense. She stepped outside of the restaurant, inhaling her first lungful of clean, cool air - it felt as though it'd been forever. Then, skimming the area, she locked onto the first Order signature coming her way. It didn't take much to catch sight of her, what with all her height and all those rainbows.
What is it with me and rainbow women lately? she thought to herself with perhaps a trace of amusement before leaning down, grasping a decent sized rubble rock in her hands, and hefting it at the page as hard as she could. "Surprise!" She summoned her shells to her forearms with a soft whisper of magic. If it was a fight she'd come for, then she'd have it. "Wanna dance, darling?"
Altair, Senshi of Scalpels HP: 30/30 Target: Amphitrite, Corrupt Senshi of Shells
Somehow, and thankfully so, Altair found her way out of the maze that was the train yard she had just exited seemingly only moments ago. However, in actuality more time than that had past. But since she was experiencing a rush of adrenaline, she reckoned it was to be credited with why things seemed to be going like someone was pressing the fast forward on time and not easing up.
She should probably have taken some time to pause and think more coherently after she arrived at the amusement park. If she had taken some time to gather her wits about her, maybe she would not have let her shock get the better of her. Maybe she would not have reacted before thinking through what action she as though reflexively jumped into. Perhaps she could have shook off some of her nervousness first and that might have allowed her more clearness in thinking, or thinking at all in comparison to having now only acted.
At the sight of a figure throwing a rock at another individual, Altair took in a startled breath. And when the same attacker appeared to be getting ready to attack again with floating forms that she assumed were magically summoned, Altair ran out into the open closer to the altercation she was witnessing the start of and took a ready stance.
"Sssscapel shot!" With her heart beating strongly in her chest and a slight shivering tremble to her form, Altair's voice shook as she fired at said attacker. Then a beat later, her eyes shut tightly with a sudden cringe that froze her in place in that moment when the words had just left her lips and she realized what she had done without deeper forethought.
It was then in the following beats of time that she remembered to drop her arms and she looked around frantically, taking in her surroundings with darting gazes which included the location and two individuals she had been giving the majority of her attention and not necessarily having her vision zoom between these focuses in that order.
Anna stood, rubbing her wrists. There wasn't exactly much for her to do, besides the obvious of punching Empressite in the face and taking the other civilians and running. Problem was, if the terrorists were indeed terrorists and just as nasty as Dahlia and her lot, wasn't going to do them any good to run into them either. Anna glanced off the edge of the platform, in an attempt to gauge just how far down it was. She grumbled; too much plant in the way to know.
Green and yellow eyes flicked between the humanoid cat and the wooden overhang. Enemy of my enemy is my friend...? Anna wasn't sure if that counted in this case. She also certainly wasn't going to hide and hope that protected her. The tall young woman walked over to the overhang and cracked her neck.
"Never been one to hide, but I ain't gunna run either. Might as well meet them head on," she said, smiling without showing teeth. She cracked her knuckles and joints, loosening herself up for the inevitable fight.
Iris_virus
Noir Songbird
Pixie Nyxie
dawns_aura
Bifrost - Squire of Chronos - HP: 40
The wash of Chaos sent a shudder through Bifrost as they approached the carnival park. She should have been used to it by now, but the darkness of it all still creeped her out on some level. Not quite... soul sucking but still... empty. Her rope chain hung unwound at her side, ready to create a barrier as necessary.
She followed behind Celsus, hood up over her head. The senshi with him was not one she recognized but as long as he didn't backstab or do something crazy, she was fine with him. (Then again Bifrost ended up being overly optimistic with most people so, hey, he was good in her book even if he did something terrible.) The squire moved quieter than Celsus, though the leather on her uniform did creek from time to time. Not that being sneaky was really going to help; the Negaverse knew they were there.
She hoped that Order's numbers would muddle the specific signatures enough they could still get a jump on the Negaverse. Only time would tell.
frayeflower
kuropeco
Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 3:07 pm
Super Sailor Metis Free to interact! HP: 40/40 Attack Dice: 1d10
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....he'd been among those taken during New Years? Metis' face turned towards the Knight, brows knit, a deep frown marring her features. Curiosity made her of course want to ask--what was it like? what did he experience? how was he feeling being in a similar location, even if the situation was different?--but she kept her mouth shut on that regard.
Instead, a smile flickered into place, forced but cheery. "Hit them hard and fast, and even without an element of surprise, it shouldn't be difficult to prevent any injuries to the civilians." It was only a hope, only a bravo of confidence. Yet what else could she say? 'Well people might, likely will, get hurt, so ho-hum'? Instead, she trudged in towards the amusement park, trying to pay attention to any new glimpses of energy waves that might leak out of open windows, doors, or broken walls. "I won't blame you if you can't help me shoot straight," she teased, "but I also can't be held responsible for possible mishaps~"
FORSOOTH! A CLOO! Missing piece canonballing into my lap-er...back, like a gift for the occasion. Haüyne bowled forward with his momentum further into the line of dangling chains and empty swingchairs, coming to an unceremonius faceplant on the pave. At least I'm kinda flexible. "BUS, her name! Get his legs! He's the link!"
Knock him out or something! The super senshi twisted at the waist trying to land an elbow to his head, or face, or somewhere as it was both close in proximity from his tackle, and more likely to concuss him. This one and the civ would make a good pair. A perfect present that knew each other and could be made to tell more, no doubt. By whoever specialized in that sort of business.
frayedflower
Daekie
Lucyal
Pixie Nyxie
Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 3:45 pm
Kairatos Knight of Mars Free to interact! HP 50 of 50 Attack Dice 1d12 Target: None yet, heading in the direction of the Haunted House
"I'll do what I can. Hitting I can definitely do. You're in my wheelhouse on that one." He assured her. "See anything?" That was the problem with auras, they were like blurs on the radar, close but not necessarily exact. This is where her vision could make her invaluable, though he wasn't sure they let her look through walls or anything. "Or should I just start yelling that we wanna buy some tickets to this bullshit fun-house?" He joked, scanning around them, hoping to catch an aura close enough to narrow in on. Something he could hit, he could handle that.
"This is what you wanted right? Well we're right here! Bring it, you goddamn cowards!" He raised his voice a little, calling out to the shadowy carnival around them. "Or are you too busy hiding behind your hostages?!"
Captain Moonstone Free to interact! HP 40 of 40 Attack Dice 1d10 Target: Kairatos, Metis
Moonstone heard a somewhat familiar voice, mocking and brassy, but she could not make out the words - only that it was a challenge. What a fun interlude this will be... She glanced at her pizza-bearing companion and the captives - she was not needed here, indeed her presence could well make things more difficult. Proustite was a charming goofball, better suited to playing 'good cop' than to battle - or so Moonstone believed.
"Stay with them. I will attend our new guests for the moment." Flashing teeth at the captives, the dark haired woman called forth her weapon. "They come to hurt, to harm. To break bones instead of bread. There is no talking to these terrorists."
And then Moonstone teleported to the mouth of the Haunted House, one hand on her hip and the other holding her weapon against her shoulder smartly. She quickly recognized Kairatos from the battle over the useless one. PIe-something. She'd shown up for General Schörl, not the lieutenant crawling like a broken bug. The Bull had been there then too, had fought the General - he was strong. Very strong. She smiled.
"Ah, how fun. The hothead and one of his pretty little senshi friends. Whatever smile she'd started with became feral so she was grinding out the last. "Welcome to the carnival. Will you come play with me and mine?"
At her side, a massive beast appeared, creaking like a ship at sea as it turned towards Metis at a low, sharp command. It stood at the ready, great head twisting to keep a glowing eye on those that might hurt it's mistress.
"Wasgo and I are happy to greet you properly."
A wild moonstone appears! A wild wasgo appears! [ATK, DEF, MAG, FLEE]
The directions had been given and Phact had felt, well, obligated to see this through to the end. After what happened before when someone she cared about was kidnapped, the senshi of doves did not want anyone else to come close or even lose a loved one.
Especially if they did not have a powered form.
So as she slipped into the park, Phact did her best to pick up a direction to move in. Summoning her phone, she sent a quick message to Sabine in hopes her 'partner' in crime was near by. I'm at the edge of the park.
They were better together. Alone, Phact was more on edge as she listened.
Dahlia - Negaverse Mauvian (cat person form) Hanging out at the busted old coaster - open to interactions HP: 35/35 Damage: None Target: None
Annabel's reaction was a surprise and Dahlia didn't try to hide her expression of surprise. But it was an expression that quickly faded into a bit of a pleased and relieved smile. Well well... maybe things weren't as dreadfully hopeless as she might have thought.
"Very brave." She purred in soft praise, rethinking her plan. If she didn't power down soon her aura would surely draw some attention, but maybe this was the better option. Maybe if their enemies attacked first things would sway in their favor in the eyes of the captives. "Alright, we'll fight then." She agreed finally, her fingers curling to better extend her claws to defend herself.
"It's no surprise they chose you." The cat girl mused, further attempting to stroke the feisty young woman's ego.
Verona: Free to interact! HP: 20/30 Damage: 3 Target: Amphi
She didn't have long before she was attacked AND joined by people, a thankful gaze was shot at the senshi.
"Thanks babe..." She rubbed at the spots that the other girl hit and looked her over. The hole in the chest, matched a hole in the head and made Verona wonder what sort of monster this was? She had only face lieutenants of the same rank as her.
Kairatos Knight of Mars Free to interact! (Fighting Moonstone) HP 50 of 50 Attack Dice 1d12 Target: (A new combatant has entered the ring! Round 1, FIGHT! Vs Moonstone and Wasgo!
"I'm always down with a light warm up.." Maybe more minotaur than bull, Kairatos's eyes lit up with their own eager battle-lust as Moonstone summoned her Youma. Decent thing, he wondered what it's weak points were. "I'd introduce you to my friend, but I'm sure he made an impression already, and it's good form to pretend you have a chance."
He doubted Metis could miss -those- signatures. The shape of the Youma alone was tellingly not humanoid.
"Man I almost thought you guys were going to be a problem after New Years. Then I remembered, You lot couldn't handle me when I was on YOUR team!!"
He decided not to waste his breath telling Metis to cover his back, so to speak, she'd been around the block, she knew what she was doing. She'd gotten this far after all, and he went in fists swinging.
(assuming it's ok to kick this off.)
Kaefaux
wuthering gee
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Syrie
Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 6:10 am
CAROUSEL - TOLLIVER ST. JAMES - CIVILIAN - HP: 30
She frightened him a little, this woman - but her words were sinking into him, ebbing over him like a wave of something undeniably powerful. Ariel was offering him everything that Tolliver had wanted, everything that he had held so close, near and dear to his heart: the secret desires that he had never vocalized, but had always longed for.
A way to protect the people he cared about - a way to save them, to keep harm from coming to them. He could keep his tiny, broken family safe. Hitch and Fritz were all that he had, and he could not - would not let anything happen to them, not if he could do something about it.
Her fingers touched his jaw, and he wanted to recoil, to run, because he wasn't used to anyone touching him other than Hitch - but Tolliver's body seemed frozen in place, unable to move. His feet were rooted to the spot, eyes wide, partly with fear - but also with a rising need, a growing hunger for the sort of power that could protect and save.
Hitch had told him never to get involved, but surely he'd meant the other ones - the ones who had hurt him, the other ones who had almost killed him. Tolliver had not been able to protect him then, and he'd drowned in the guilt and the pain, hating that there had been nothing he could do except watch.
And now - now he could. Now he had the chance to change all of that.
There was a desperation in Tolliver's eyes, sharp and fervent.
SWINGS - MISTRAL - ON HER WAY TO SAVE THE DAY Target: Pyrophanite! HP: 40/40
Helpful as Kerberos had been to her this far, Mistral decided that it was better to dissolve their partnership now. There was a lot of ground to cover, and eternal senshi had very distinctive power signatures. If she wanted to be more effective, she needed to go at least partially incognito. A lone squire was far less likely to be noticed sneaking around than their rather appealing-tasting duo.
Pipe still in hand, she gave him a nod, said, "See you later," and slunk off into the shadows (or slunk as well as she could, considering her uniform glowed in the dark).
She abandoned the midway, heading for the rusting set of mechanical swings and following her nose as best she knew how - there was a basic senshi up ahead, proximal to a pair of chaotic signatures and she didn't trust this situation in the least. The senshi was hopelessly outnumbered - a lieutenant and a corrupted super? They'd eat them alive.
Coming up on the scene of the crime, she surveilled it and quickly formulated a plan of action. The senshi was tangling with the super corrupt - she wasn't going to touch that yet, too much risk of friendly fire. She'd take the lieutenant out at the knees first, she decided. Or drive him off. Or something. She wasn't a great fighter, but she had a lead pipe in hand, and she was going to do something stupid.
Lunging from the dark, Mistral swung at the lieutenant (Pyrophanite) as hard as she could. She'd only have the element of surprise on her side once.
