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Corrupt Super Sailor Noctua -- 41/45
Damage Dealt: 13
Total to Asner: 13

Noctua stepped back with the shove, stumbling only minutely. She was silent for a long moment while she watched the child push against the door in vain. To answer her question simply, yes and no. The girl was comparable to Noctua in age, perhaps three or four years younger and the chaos Senshi knew that rationally in some aspect of her mind. In contrast to that logic, however, was the notion that everyone looked a child to a newly formed 18-year-old. There was also the understanding that the developmental divide between a preteen and a near-adult was enormous. And beyond the matter of developmental differences and emotional prejudices, the girl felt like a child. No matter the level, chibi Senshi always felt so minuscule to Noctua. So insignificant. So pitiful.

The girl's actions only perpetuated Noctua's predispositions about the infancy of chibis. Her screaming and her futile flailing. No precision. No focus. No efficacy. Noctua's hand acted on it's own as she watched the wailing frantic show, her smile never once leaving her lips. A bony hand clasped the back of the girl's head and she leaned in, deadly close, to whisper in her ear, "you act a child... child."

She pulled back before slamming her hand and her girl's skull forward into the door, her body acting with more force than she had expected. Despite her lack of sleep and obvious malnutrition brought on by insomnia, there was still power. After the collision, Noctua held her head against the surface of the door, a poisonous laugh bubbling up from her throat and over her lips. This uniform. These cracks. The power running through her veins. The violence that commanded her. This was who she was. And she was never more comfortable than in these moments, sowing the chaos that fueled her. It shone in her motions, so dissimilar from her jerky gait as Gisela. She was like an oil slick, pulling away from the girl and out of arm's reach. Sliding across the floor to pool in rest three yards away.

"You would do well, little girl, to treat me as more than a mere inconvenience."

Sailor Phaethon || HP: 30
Damage to Corrupt Sailor Noctua: 5

The noise his phone made had startled him, causing Phaethon to throw the book he was reading several feet away out of reflex, it skidding and bouncing across the tar roof of the low building he was perched on top of for a mid-patrol break. Luckily, he didn't waste too much time staring into space trying to get his heartbeat to calm down before he was scrambling for his phone to shut that sound off. It was like the noise phones made when an emergency weather alert or whatever went out, only worse. When he picked up his phone, however, an unfamiliar alert was flashing on the front, and he realized it was a distress signal.

Oh, well, that changed things. In his hands he held the literal only thing he could think of that would make him useful in a fight--a small baseball bat from when he'd been in t-ball when he was younger. Phaethon wasn't all that skilled with it, but he'd started bringing it with him on patrols to give him a little bit of security... even if it was mostly a placebo effect. He was grateful for the somewhat enhanced speed and the fact that he wasn't too far away, coming upon the site rather shortly.

His book lay forgotten on the roof of the convenience store.

It was a theater, he realized then, a playwright type of theater, and he could hear banging and shouting. Circling around to the front door, he watched as a girl trying to get into the theater, another senshi by the looks of her, had her head smashed into the door by another senshi, but one with black spiderweb-by cracks over her body. He hadn't seen either one of them before, he was pretty sure, but Phaethon acted impulsively as soon as he saw the blood, dashing over and swinging the t-ball bat at the attacker.

Transcendent Eternal Sailor Encke || HP: 60/60

He was proud of Richard, to some degree, for realizing the kind of danger he was in here. He held back from refusing to leave Encke alone. He shrunk back in the dark corner. He took off his glasses. He stayed down.

He needed to, especially once that voice in the direction of the stage said some nonsense about letting the starseeds and the energy flow. The starseeds. They were planning on collecting some lives that night.

One of them wasn't going to be Richard's.

He was tempted to stand defensively in front of Richard for the rest of the obviously upcoming fight, but he knew his aura was a big shining beacon, nevermind the literal shining beacon his outfit was. Richard was safe from him farther away. Encke needed to get as far away from Richard as he could, without necessarily becoming invisible or maybe the other would panic and then his Arra would follow him like a fool and try to protect him and get his starseed ganked and eaten as a refiller for whatever damn agent he was fighting...

But would he panic more if he was visible? s**t.

"I'll try," murmured Encke, not making a promise he couldn't keep, before turning back to Richard. "Just stay away from them, okay?" He slipped closer, for a moment, bent down to kiss Richard on the head, and then dashed away from the pit into the theatre.

He thought about announcing himself, perhaps as a distraction to the general, but decided that wasn't necessarily strategically sound and instead kept himself against the shadowed wall as well as he could, watching what the general was up to between panicked crowd members. There was a corrupted senshi next to the general, but she walked away, leaving just him and a lieutenant. Hmm...

Super Senshi Cetus of Kappa: 45/45

Cetus was out for once, as he should be, not that it was his fault he hadn't been patrolling much as of recent. Well...perhaps it was a bit his fault, he allowed school to drown him as well as his birds and martial arts. but it was all, in his mind, well worth it. School was important, for so many reasons, and his birds were living things which depended on him as no one else in his family would tend to his pets. Martial arts...that went without saying really, especially in this city.

But he was trying to get back to senshi things, he had a duty right? He had not expected to get tossed right into a battle though, maybe just a small fight, but as the distress call was recieved b ythe senshi of kappa he headed for the location.

An old theater...why? Either way it didn't matter he felt enough chaos auras to tell him something big was happening. As he got closer, and entered into the lobby of the theater, he was able to see two chibi senshi and a corrupted as well as an older senshi who was making to attack the corrupted. Well, wasn't this a complete and utter ******** mess. Little kids in the mix and being beaten and a corrupted senshi being attacked by a senshi...and just no. This was a mess.

He could hear, as he was sure the others all could, the people who were apparently locked into the theater, screaming and he knew the doors were going to be an issue. People pressing in on them, some perhaps being suffocated and pressed to death, would make opening those doors a b***h.

"We need to get those doors open." And his magic was not the sort to attack a door with. But he could kick and hit the door....well maybe kick more than hit.

Approaching the door, ignoring the others, the super senshi lashed out at the door with one geta covered foot. Oh, it hit, but it did break the geta...or at least part of it. Oh well? With one hinge already missing from the door he had figured that kicking at another was a good idea, and perhaps it was, but his shoe didn't seem to agree with him.

Turning his golden eyes to the group his eyes focused on the only one who seemed to not be involved in the cluster ******** that was a senshi, a corrupted and a chibi. This one was..one he knew. "Larissa? I think." He'd met her once a while back...but he was certain that was her name - right? He knew he knew her, could remember the uniform.

Sailor Pavo: 30/30 HP
Damage to Door-san: 14

She expected to find some answer to their predicament by reaching the backstage area, except there was no backstage access — not for the audience. Ayesha only found another door, just as locked as the theater's exits, with no indication of any nearby attendants. She would have to deal with the exits as everyone else did — with excessive force.

And excessive force wasn't manageable as Ayesha. In the din of the evening, she found slim cover for her transformation within one of the stage curtains. Furled it was, and she tucked herself into that tubular space as she pulled her pen from pocket. In a whisper, she transformed and donned her usually noisy senshi outfit. She couldn't hear a single bell over the racket of screams, shouted directions, and magic clashes.

Stepping out, Pavo waved away what civilians she could to aim a thorough strike at the door. She could jump higher, hit harder, act faster; Pavo aimed a square kick at the door where the pair fit together, hoping to enact some stress on the hinges or handsets. If they could just bust one of the two, then outside help could come in and inside victims could finally leave.

And then she could go home and forget this terrible night happened.

Super Sailor Larissa: 45/45
Door Damage: 2
Larissa had been trying to work at the door a bit more, but unfortunately the rest of it wasn't going to budge. Added to the fact that there were the chibis, senshi and corrupted super senshi that were also fighting in the doorway there just wasn't a whole lot of room to do anything. And Larissa couldn't keep kicking at it forever, even she would get tired out, even with her powers.

And so she had been catching her breath for a bit, trying to figure out what to do, when she felt another senshi aura nearby, this time it was one she thought she recognized, and wasn't sure of it until Cetus finally appeared. She... sort of remembered him. I think we fought that youma after that circus event... She thought, nodding to him when he addressed her. "Yeah and you're Cetus right? We fought a youma together. Good to see you here." She straightened up a little, already feeling better with another ally around. Sure, the chibis were helpful but they were still children...

He already had the same idea as her though, and she sent another kick to the door. "We-" Another kick. "need to get this door down!" She said, still trying to do whatever she could to make it come down, hopefully not on top of some civilian. Whether she was actually making a difference was another story.