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 Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 5:32 pm
Had it been another knight, save for those of Polaris, or some other senshi and they'd have been put to the blade as he'd have speared them. He wasn't of a mindset that was conducive to talking or letting them get off without being maimed at the very least. But it was one of the few he trusted, almost as much as Acrucis, it was Valhalla who called out to him and caught the slate eyed males attention.
Shoving a random body out of his way, if one called slamming the butt end of his weapon into someones head shoving, as he made his way toward the Jupiter knight. "Valhalla, you had nothing to do with this so why are you here?" He knew the other wouldn't be involved with this, unless by accident. It didn't fit what he knew and understood of the other knight. He knew enough to know he was a caring person who didn't care for the war and what it entailed. He would fight but only if he had to. He'd rather make peace and talk...and he couldn't really be seen talking to him as he was now.
"Show me to them." He was hurried, worry coloring his words. He was worried for the officers and what shape they were in. As his shorter legs brought him to the others side. "Do you know the shape any are in? Any information you can provide or do you know where any information might be?" He asked, hopeful for any information he could get which might help them - help those kidnapped. His grip was so tight on his weapon it was a good thing it was magical, or it might have broken in his grip.
Hurried in his words, and safe for the moment, he stared up at the much taller male. "There will be retaliation for this, don't doubt it. I will try and find anything out that I can to warn you - to keep you and Ganymede safe. I know you had nothing to do with this and I'll try and keep the heat from you." And from Polaris and her knights. He would do his best but it wouldn't always be that much, as much as he disliked it. "They want blood right now...once they are free - get out of here as quickly as you can...if I have to I'll teleport you out myself - yes, that's the best idea." And it was. There was no risk of running through the thick of things and being seen and killed, or worse. No, teleporting him out and then returning to the battle would be safe for them both. He wouldn't let the knight be hurt, or killed, for the crimes of others - it wasn't right. "Is Ganymede here?" If he had to he'd grab her also and get her out of here if he could. Neither deserved what others wanted to do here tonight."
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 5:48 pm
Captain Jet -- Being rescued by Aquamarine? Interaction welcome~
Jet had no idea how long it had been since he’d been taken captive. It could have been days, could have been weeks, he didn’t know. All he knew was that he was in so much pain and thought that maybe death would be the best escape at this point. Even though he would love to fight Castor again, he didn’t think he would be able to make it much longer. He was sure his arm was in horrible shape, and he had no idea about his ribs, but found it difficult to breathe.
At first, Jet didn’t even realize officers were there to try and rescue them. He thought the commotion was someone getting beaten again, maybe even killed. But then he started to feel the approaching auras of the other Negaverse officers.
His eyes opened as he desperately looked towards the door, struggling as best he could against the rope that bound him. He tried calling out, but his chest hurt too much to make much noise. “H-help…” he called weakly, grimacing at the effort.
He looked towards the cell where he knew Zircon was being kept, hoping she was awake to hear that there were officers there to help them. Or if they helped her, that was fine. It was nice to have some comfort in such a horrible place.
“C-captain,” he called to her, coughing from the strain. He thought he could hear his name being called, but he could have easily imagined it.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 6:29 pm
General Aurostibite - rescuing DMC Mintaka
He caught glimpses of faces here and there, some familiar, some not. Aurostibite's gaze swept over them with a look of muted interest, and others were already moving towards the different cells, voices ringing out along the hallway.
But there were Order members in the way, and Aurostibite's blades were glinting in the dark, his hair a black tumble down his back. There were too many people shouting; it was hard to hear the quieter voices, the less obvious ones, and Aurostibite moved quickly and purposefully through the crowd.
And he found her, in a cell somewhere in the middle. Aurostibite knelt, a hiss escaping through his clenched teeth, but he remained outwardly calm, eyes glittering.
"Mintaka," he said quietly. "I'm here."Celsus Knight of Chronos
His head was spinning dangerously as he moved down the hallway, his whip in hand. The noise and the hubbub around him was almost deafening. Yells from the Order, the clang of cell doors, a babble of voices and instructions from both sides.
"There's some more down that way."
Celsus slowly came to a halt, the tattered hem of his cape brushing along the floor. He saw, ahead, Valhalla, already in motion, heard the words as though they were from a great distance, distorted through the messy haze of Celsus's mind.
His hand reached out before he knew what he was doing and grasped the knight's arm.
"What are you doing?" he asked, and his gaze was not quite focused. "You're letting them go?"Lieutentant Cerussite- waiting for Cinnabar
He opened his eyes at the sound of it all.
It was coming from the hallways, spilling out through the cells. Cerussite slowly lifted his head, which throbbed painfully at each movement. His hands were still bound behind his back, and he was crouched on the floor of his cell, awkwardly positioned as he leaned into the wall.
His mouth was dry, his throat even more so. Cerussite shifted, his lashes fluttering, and was it - could it possibly meant that they were being - that they would be let free...?
"Hello?" he called out tentatively, his voice hoarse from disuse. "Please - help me - "
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 6:44 pm
Lieutenant Huntite ~ Possibly rescuing Sylvite?Huntite hadn't been part of the Negaverse very long, a few weeks at the most, but the fact that the so called Order had captured some of their officers was something he found appalling. So when the General's call came in for back up he was more then willing to jump right in to rescue their fellows. When they teleported to where the captives were being held he could feel the different aura's of both Chaos and Order mixing with in the area. He started to make his way to where some of the other officers aura's were coming from while keeping an eye out for any Knights or Senshi that might get in his way.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 7:22 pm
Captive - Eternal DMC Mintaka - Being Rescued by Aurostibite!
Mintaka's gaze didn't raise right away, when she heard his soft words, but a small weak laugh came out.
"That's so cruel..." She squeezed her eyes, "Don't try to sound like him." She added, dehydrated, hungry, in pain.
She could barely grip the throes of reality with all of it together, and unlike when the negaverse had her, she was feeling the pain of not being able to power down. Of not being able to rest.
"if you're going to kill me, just do it." She whispered, "I won't tell you anything."
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 7:31 pm
Captive - Captain Ashanite - Being Rescued by Devilline!
Ashanite had settled himself in the furthest corner of his cell from the door, making himself as small as possible - not easy with his height and relative bulk, but it was a decent attempt. There was lots of shouting, footsteps, people moving - if he'd had a fragment of hope left, he might have thought it was a rescue.
Instead, he assumed it was just another round of illusion magic.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 7:37 pm
Valhalla shook his head when Benitoite approached him, not wanting him to focus too much of his time on him instead of those who had been captured.
“I’m sorry, I only just found out about this. Ganymede isn’t here. I was on my way to try and tell her about what was going on when I ran into General Cinnabar. I haven’t had the chance to let any others know,” he quickly explained, turning from Benitoite to try and work on releasing one of the cell doors.
“I’ll be fine, just get the others out,” he insisted, understanding that Benitoite was worried, but Valhalla was doing this on his own accord. He knew the risks. The sooner he could get the Negaverse officers out, the faster the Negaverse would leave, and the less people that would be injured.
A hand on his arm startled him, and he spun around to see Celsus, looking distraught and unfocused. “Celsus, are you okay?” he asked, concern clear on his face. He hadn’t felt the knight approach and was surprised to see him there, but that meant they would have more to help.
“Help me,” he asked, desperate to finish everything as quickly as possible. “Once they’re free--” he stopped suddenly, realizing then that Celsus didn’t seem to have any intention of helping. His questions weren’t out of concern. They were accusatory. Celsus wanted these people to remain captive.
But instead of trying to pull away, he grabbed hold of Celsus’s arm in return, gripping tightly so he couldn’t back away. “Celsus… are you okay?” he asked again, his concern increasing. This wasn’t the Celsus he knew. It couldn’t be. He refused to believe that Celsus was okay with what was taking place.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 7:45 pm
Stopping, his attention on the new knight, Celsus, the General turned his blue grey eyes onto him and stepped toward him slowly. "You have my officers, this is not right. Valhalla is helping me get them out of here. In return I am going to get him./ "jerking his head to Valhalla. "Out of here." He would see to it if he had to carry the other - odd as that would look. He was smaller, a lot smaller, but he was a General and it afforded him a good deal of strength he wouldn't otherwise have.
Looking the other knight over he tilted his head. "Valhalla...is he alright? he looks unfocused -sick perhaps?" He questioned slowly before he shifted and went to open the first cell he could get his hands on. "I'm glad to know you were planning to seek help for our officers as soon as you could - Valhalla. I'm not surprised - you are too good for this." He said flashing a smile over his shoulder. He meant it, every word he said.
Right now, here, he didn't care if the other knight heard him. They seemed a bit too out of it to remember anything he was saying anyway. He did make sure he kept it down so none of his own, or anyone else, would hear though. He couldn't compromise things. "Valhalla...you will leave when our officers are free. I do not think we will stop fighting even when they are all free. If you refuse...I will pick you up and teleport you out by force. I'm not having you get caught in the crossfire." And he might just have to do the same for the glassy eyed knight, they seemed rather...sick.(Anyone want Benitoite to rescue them?)
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 8:14 pm
Celsus Knight of Chronos
He felt as though the floor was being shaken beneath him; not pulled out from under him, but continually rocking, so that he had little chance of keeping his balance, continually feeling unsteady. The dark circles beneath his eyes were more pronounced than ever, and his skin had taken on a pallid, pale tinge to it, his entire face shadowed.
"You're - you're letting them go?" he said, and his voice came out rough and uneven, much like he felt. "After all that's happened, you're just - you're letting them free?"
His gaze cut sideways to the general that had been standing with Valhalla, only dimly aware that the knight was holding his own arm in a vice like grasp. "What you're telling me," said Celsus, in a tone of incredulity that was marred by the hoarseness of it, "is that he brokered himself for the lives of everyone else?"
He turned to stare at Valhalla as if he'd never seen him before, his hands trembling.
"You let them in here? They could get us all killed! They don't - they don't care about us - and you led them straight to us? And for what, your own bloody life?"
By the end of it his voice had risen too high, his breath rapid. Celsus wrenched his arm free, the movement making him stagger, and a heady wave of dizziness overcame him. He stumbled sideways, his shoulder hitting a wall, Celsus letting out a little gasp of mingled surprise and pain.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 8:14 pm
Corrupt Super Azurite - Tailing Aqua to go Rescue Jet.Heels clicked against the ground as Azurite stormed pass the door. "Aquamarine, you get your little blonde a** back over here this ******** instant. I am not losing another one of you, do you understand me young man?" She hissed as she watched the Captain shout for their companion. "I'm not telling you not to kick a** and take names but do not get caught up in my magic if I have to use it, because then you won't be able to do s**t."Sunshine Alouette MAMA BEAR MODE ACTIVATE. Don't get caught in the magic trap little cub --- Squire Alexandria, forever being Valhalla's right hand derp. "That does appear to be what he's doing, yes." Alex answered for the Jupiter Knight. Alex didn't know this knight, or what his business had been with the group exactly. But he did not like how he was looking at Val at the moment. "Do you have a problem with that? I was the one who told him about this little 'en-devour' in the first place. So if you have an issue, you can take it up with me instead." His gaze flickered to Val for a moment as his sword hung in his hand. "...You okay?"Sleet Tempest Snape Tiny smol not afraid to fight you too Beni. (I can't actually remember if Beni and Alexandria have met...) --- Lieutenant Devilline - Saving Captian Assanite. I mean Ashanite. Devilline wriggled in through the throngs of people bouncing off in his own direction to go rescue someone. Or whatever it was he was suppose to to. He had only answered the initial command out of shits and giggles, but decided that maybe things would prove to be a little entertaining. And to some point, it was. Kinda.
He found his way into one of the caged areas and began to look around. Devilline almost missed the curled up ball in the corner of one cell. Almost. "Oh..." He said slowly. Well that explained that. "We'll you could have found a better rock to crawl under..." The Lieutenant said softly as he looked around for something to get the door open with.
It took a few moments before Devil found something with enough of a point that he could work the hinges lose and swing the door open, with a painfully rusty creak. "Hey, It's your favorite 'Cheeky little devil'." He replied, climbing into the cage and reflexively running a hand through a messy tattered braid, feeling the bumps and bruises beneath. "Let's get you outta here."
Noir Songstress So I typed Songstress Fox again...
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 8:29 pm
"Oh no, don't think so ill of him. Valhalla has no deal with me, letting me know for his life. He didn't let me know actually...and I wouldn't have dared bring everyone here had he done so. That's not how I'd go about things. I'd slip in , on my own, and get our people out - less bloodshed." Even though he had wanted to spill as much blood as he could, he still had his weapon in hand, he wasn't using it. His focus was his officers and getting them out...and talking with Valhalla right now...and this sickly looking knight.
"Take your pretty little rose tinted glasses off for a few minutes, once you're not sick, and realize this world is not black and white but shades of gray. I'm just one of those shades - Valhalla just notices this and we can work well together if we need to." Like now.
"I'm not here to kill anyone unless I have to." Though he had come here prepared to do so...to kill anyone but the few he had built bridges with, whether they knew it or not. "I just want someone as good as Valhalla out of here - away from the harm which may befall everyone whether our officers are freed or not. I won't have someone I trust hurt when I know they are innocent of whatever crimes have transpired. Ask Valhalla later who helped him when he'd been kidnapped, who helped Acrucis and who helped Ganymede." he stated sticking his nose right into the air before turning to the new arrival.
"Lovely, more people." Rolling his eyes before he heard the others words. "You told him...knowing he would seek help?" He questioned before nodding his head to the other. "If that is why - you have my thanks...and my respect." it took alot to do such...to help people who might kill you the next night. To help people who may have tried in the past. "All I ask is keeping silent about my...association with some of you." He said slowly, hoping this new knight was trust worthy - so few were. This was a dangerous game he played and he knew it.
Then his eyes went back to Celsus. "Now why don't you keep your voice down. You'll draw attention to us and we'll all be in trouble." For various reasons and with various people.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 8:50 pm
Super Sailor AegirAsh's machine - the wonderful, horrible, cobbled-together machine that made all of this possible - went off. Aegir didn't know why her machine failed, but there was a distinct feeling of change...and moments later the heavy feel of Chaotic auras bearing down on the building. Oh my god, this is bad. This is so bad. The Negaverse was going to be angry, keen for blood and revenge, and they would take it out on any of the Order members that were still there. Including himself. But he wasn't fearful on his own account, though he knew that coming face-to-face with the wrong person - or persons - could spell disaster for him; no, Aegir was more worried about some of the others. And, perhaps stupidly, Titan. Why he was so drawn to the imposing Captain, he still couldn't say...but he was. It would be dangerous, Titan could summon his weapon, he could hurt Aegir, but the senshi weighed what he knew of the blond captain, his honor, and found no lack. I'm sorry guys, but this was wrong...all of it. So he ran, feet fleet and light over the concrete until he came skidding to a stop before the cell holding Titanlåvenite, throwing open the door and calling his name. "You can go, you need to go. The machine-- it's down." Surely the blond could feel the auras, knew the change as soon as he himself had, so he didn't explain further. "You should never have been here. I'm so sorry."
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 8:58 pm
Corrupt Super Sailor Amphitrite, rescuing Chrysocolla!!
She didn't know what made her try. Maybe the fact that Ash had been and gone, leaving with her whispers of having built the machine that was keeping them here - maybe it was the kind offer of water, the way she'd fidgeted, the way the cat-girl seemed to have gotten herself in over her head -
But when Amphitrite felt the change, she decided to try; she pushed, attempting to tap into her power, and - and moments later the cell was behind her instead of around her, and the super senshi stumbled briefly on bruised ankles, sweat making her skin shimmer in the dim jail lights above. Her back hit the door of what had been her cell, and she stared off into the hall, hearing the sounds of conflict begin to drift in from all directions.
Suddenly, she smiled. The smile grew broader, her teeth flashing in the light. It started with a chuckle, then slowly, slowly escalated, until Amphitrite was laughing hard, almost hysterically, throwing back her head and letting the eerie sound echo through the varied shouts and crashes.
Had Ash saved her? - no. Helped, maybe. But no. Amphitrite, this time, she had -
I saved myself.
The laughter died suddenly, and the super senshi began to move - she had discarded her shoes for comfort back in the cell, and did not yearn for them now, because she knew she was still clumsy, weaker than she should have been, and silence was her ally now. I'll free them. I'll - who is here, who is -
She heard voices, and hoped they were too distracted with each other to notice her creeping by - Amphitrite realized she recognized many of them. The man with the glowing marks and the redhead, the one she'd broken - and he still looked broken, she noted to herself with a thrill of wicked glee, pressing a hand over her mouth to suppress hysterical laughter. Valhalla, too, she knew - the idiot, the fool, and a bitter taste seeped into her mouth at the sight of him. But maybe most importantly -
Benioitite.
"All I ask is keeping silent about my...association with some of you."
She inhaled sharply, already backing away. She'd seen him the last time, when they'd corrupted the knight - Ploutonion - when she and Cinnabar had fought Valhalla and Ganymede, then, too - she had wondered then, too -
"Now why don't you keep your voice down. You'll draw attention to us and we'll all be in trouble."
Her eyes narrowed. Amphitrite hissed under her breath and turned to slip away, hoping that she had gone unnoticed, hoped they were too distracted with each other to see.
Later.
I knew it.
When she gained some distance she ran, aiming for the closest locked cell she could find, her hair whipping behind her, feeling sick and liberated at once - and looking very much a mixture of both. When she flung herself at the door of the cell to see who was inside --
Amphitrite was horrified.
"Chrysocolla?!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 9:26 pm
Captain Zircon - Waiting on Labyrinthite
((Triggers for pain, reference to torture))
Thraen had been right--Zircon had been well taken care of in the days following their chat, a bed provided and her wounds mended and set. He'd also been right in that they'd been set wrong, so very wrong, and Zircon dared not look at her hands for fear of the ghoulish bends and twists her fingers sported. For her three days in discomfort on the ground, four in a bed would have been a luxury if not for the slow-clicking tick of her heartbeat, each thump resounding in her foggy head. Of course Thraen wanted her to be fed and given water--he wanted her to heal, to recover as quickly as possible, and each moment she was alive and powered was another small betrayal from her body, which only wanted to mend and cared not for the specifics of how and in what shape.
She tried to power down once, to stop the effects of Chaos-powered healing, but the pain nearly made her black out.
To add insult to injury, her bed had been clearly placed in plain sight of the door to her cell, where she could see the lock dangling open between the bars of her cage.
"It's open, Zircon. It's a choice you make for others all the time- the choice of life. If they live and are free or die. I leave the choice to you."
He'd been doing this stunt for days, a game of cat and mouse to see how far his captain would try and crawl with no usable hands and a gimp leg. The first time he'd done it she had entertained him, found several hours later in the same position she'd thrown herself from the bed and quivering in agony. She knew better now. For all that her hands were unbound and her door was unlocked, freedom might as well have been oceans away.
Even through the haze of pain, Zircon felt the shudder in the air when all of a sudden auras burst into bloom all around her. It was like seeing in color after a week of nothing but sepia, and the captain lifted herself slowly from her bed just in time to see her cellmate in the arms of a fellow officer, one who had never been in chains. She said nothing to Jet, but she nodded at him quietly, holding back a laugh that would have quickly spiraled to the hysterical.
They actually came, she thought, unable to catch the trill of exhausted chuckles as she collapsed back onto the bed. They were actually being rescued. Wasn't that nice.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 9:32 pm
Through the door the tide of Negaverse officers poured, sweeping outwards to flood the complex. Cin watched for only a short moment, one hand rubbing the bruise she felt under the muscle of her shoulder from tackling the door. It was a minor thing, easily ignored. A bruise was certainly not going to stop her.
As the attack gained strength, she heard the prisoners start to take notice, calls for help reaching out from the cells that lined the walls. Some of the voices were almost familiar, but it was hard to pick them out in the general noise of people rushing about.
She saw Aquamarine raced past her, shouting for Jet, and her face twisted in a snarl. Another name to add to the list of what these order bastards would be paying for.
“Call if you need help!” She called after him before she turned and took off in the other direction, her boots beating the hard floor at a rapid pace. Door swept by in a blurr, but she had no time for them. Cells were her priority, particularly the ones deeper in. Stairs appeared before her and she jumped them easily, coming down lightly at the top before she took off again.
Somewhere in this complex, she suspected, was one rather new lieutenant, still struggling to learn the ropes and anger narrowed her pupils to slits. She’d been unable to find him, after she’d learned about the missing agents. Cinnabar prayed he was here, and not somewhere far worse.
“Cerussite!” She called as she began to pass cells, the first few empty of occupants.
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