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Lieutenant Lyonsite

Lyonsite laughed as Quin flipped her the bird, but looked up (yes, actually looked up) at Starr as the corrupt joined them. "Hey, baby Starr!" She greeted cheerfully. She reached and patted the boy's leg, and snorted. "He couldn't mime. It'd require him having to be quiet." The woman teased, and then positively beamed when the clown lieutenant made his appearance.

"I know, Peni. They're ruuude. My favorite song is really awesome too. It's classic." The woman fell silent for a moment though as she caught sight of movement, and watched as Peni summoned his balloon.

Oh.

Please say he was going to---

Lyonsite's grin was nothing short of face splitting when it popped, and she watched Quin with eager anticipation.

Sailor Vanth

What strange signs! General Xenotime was amazing and perfect, but it didn't seem it would hurt to try to show some extra something- some razzle dazzle- and seek out some extra opportunities. If the situation was right, and she got to know some things, maybe she could even impress and please her General!

Like extracurricular studies and showing innovation. Problem solving! So Vanth followed the signs along to the large room, and entered it looking mostly UP at the ceiling. Then down at So Very Many People. They were so colorful and looked all of them impressive- there was even one with strange, fluffy ears! Are those real? Can they move? I wonder who will be coordinating the training. There wasn't any name on those signs....? was there? Oh, these shoes will be a menace.

The small senshi regretting not having taken one from the wall to bring along as reference, but that would have been one less for others to see and follow (which was no good!) She moved to the edge of the room and leaned against the wall, trying to make sure she didn't get in anyone's way.

Shockingly, he found himself on time for once.

Shouldering open the door, the redheaded general swept inside the room with a jaunty stride, whistling some tune under his breath. He eyed the gathered collective appreciatively, offering them each a toothy grin in turn. He knew signs were the way to go. ******** Angelite and her professional etiquette opinions. Before got too far in, he planted a loving foot in Lieutenant Quintinite's ribs to shove him over. Dumbass. There was a pause as he looked over Lieutenant Lyonsite, eyes widening briefly. "Holy s**t," He said, "It's a Super Saiyan 3."

The half-youma was eyed with a hum as he moved towards the center of the room, then turned to face the crowd. "So," General Obsidian said, "You don't want to get your asses beat in a fight. That's half the battle right there, because good lord, the Negaverse these days doesn't seem to give much of a s**t about that!" He paused, clicked his teeth together for a moment so the sound echoed eerily throughout the room, then continued, "You don't get to be pretty little ******** with flashy moves, all graceful and stylish and s**t. Real fights don't work like that. It's gonna be messy, it's gonna be ugly, and it's gonna hurt,"

Another clack of his teeth, another wide grin.

"Get it? Training is all well and good for honing reaction time, building strength and skill... but until you're out there, fighting someone who wants to kill you? And I mean really wants to kill you--you lot have no idea what you're in for." Obsidian slapped his hands together, practically beaming. "But that's why I'm here. Cue the dramatic reveal!"

With a flourish of his arm, he tapped into the dark energies surrounding all of them, snaking tendrils of power out to seek the target of his choice. Obsidian latched on, pulled, summoned--

And dragged an angry youma the size of a semi-truck into the huge room. The creature's grey hide was slick with moisture, wicked spines jutting every which way along back. It thrashed with too many limbs, some tipped with claws, others with almost human-like hands that currently flailed with angry fists. It glared hatefully at them with dozens of eyes, opening its impossibly large mouth to bellow its rage... and incidentally bare rows upon rows of serrated teeth.

Obsidian had absently made his way back to the door, his whistling drowned out by the enraged creature. "Have fun! Make me proud! Or, you know, don't." The door slammed behind him, and the youma fell silent just long enough for everyone to hear the audible click of the lock sliding in place.

The youma snarled, its features twisted into a disturbingly humanesque expression before it lunged forward with snatching hands and raking talons. Lieutenant Tyrolite would find himself seized by one hand that threatened to crush him into a meaty pulp... before it pulled back towards the youma so that it could toss him into its gaping maw. There was a thick, wet swallow as it gulped the young man down whole before it fixed its unblinking eyes upon the other humans (or half-humans) before it.

Lieutenant Alabaster | DMG: 2 | BOSS HP: 148


Alabaster wished, fervently, that he was back at home.

Since he wasn't, and since he might as well do the thing right, he swung his cane at the youma as though this was going to do something truly impressive, since Alabaster was not the sort of person to do anything halfhearted by any means, regardless of what it was.

He missed getting thwacked across the ankles by the youma's tail, at least. That counted for something, right.

Lieutenant Datolite (who has definitely been here the whole time)
DMG: 5
BOSS HP: 141

Datolite didn't particularly want to be at extra training. She already went to Marcasite's combat practice, and she participated it enough to know that she hated how in her face it was, how she was expected to actually try maneuvers and fight. She'd rather be playing with her new sound equipment, or playing League, or doing anything that involved minding her own business out of Negaspace. But she'd seen Tyrolite following the signs and decided to follow along herself, even if they hadn't talked much since the whole...flower thing.

What could she say? Ella was a busy girl, she had things like work and class and going out to parties with demon elephants. She didn't have time for people who only gave out participation flowers.

Still, she lingered in the space around him, fiddling with her phone and her headset to try and get them to sync. Maybe Tyrolite would notice her presence. Maybe he would notice her lack of presence. Maybe he'd care, maybe he wouldn't. Mostly, she was annoyed that somewhere along the way she'd started to care, because unlike so many people in her life she trusted Reid to be honest and forthcoming with her. She'd simply thought that he'd be honest in liking her, too, and that was a bitter pill she was learning to swallow.

Datolite stopped picking at her weapon to glance up at the sassy redhead, wondering if she was supposed to respect him for being rude to everyone in the room. She gave less thought to the creature he summoned, because almost instantly it was lunging at the assembled group, and she watched placidly until it went ripping into Tyrolite.

Her brain took a moment to process what her eyes had seen. It was grabbing Tyrolite. "Hey--stop it!" She moved without thinking, rising to her feet to try and shove the beast away, rewarded for her efforts with a hissing pain as the beast raked across her shoulder with a set of gangly claws. Datolite staggered back, whimpering, and she tried not to look at the blood (her blood, blood on her uniform, all those scratches exposed to the open air, who knows where this thing has been).

Then she watched, powerless and incapable, as the thing dragged Tyrolite into its mouth, snapped it shut. The color drained from her face and she begged herself to move, to fight, to do anything to maybe save the boy from those jaws. And she did do something--eventually, she screamed. "Covey!"

Kainite - DMG: 6 - Boss HP: 129

Two years. About how long Kainite had been around, come to think of it - but he'd been missing in action for about as long, so there was that. "That's impressive!" Any amount of disdain was completely lost on him, as usual. Seemed to be turning into a trend as far as he was concerned. "Which general do you serve under? Do you like it here? I - "

Oh, a general was here. Cool.

Oh, a monster was here. Less cool.

Oh, it ate someone. That was - "IT ATE HIM, " Kainite exclaimed, pointing, very much stating the obvious and making it a big point to tug on the captain's sleeve as though that would do anything about it. Then, he went ahead and flung his drink-weapon at the monster before high-tailing it to the other end of the room.

BOSS HP: 124
DMG: 1

Lieutenant Lyonsite

Lyon grinned as Edenite showed up. "I mean, that's a good song too, but not the one!" Any further banter was cut short as a boot that didn't belong to anyone on the team nailed Quin and sent him straight into the woman. Lyonsite shot up into a stand, her own nostrils flaring---right until she cooled it because it was a General. Oh boy---and, well...

It was kind of hard to be mad when he made a Dragon Ball Z reference.

Sorry Quintinite.

"Kamehameha, Sir!" Lyonsite quipped back to General Obsidian, and reached down to hook her hands under Quintinite's arms. She hoisted the man up to his feet.

"Well, we don't listen to you---" She grinned widely at the man, as literal chaos broke loose with the summoning of the huge a** youma. "So you shouldn't start listening to you either---holy s**t did that youma just eat that agent?" She looked both horrified yet enthralled at the same time.

"Baby Starr!" She turned towards the corrupt of their group. "Don't become a nugget, okay!? I'd really hate to have to dive in after you!" That being said, she followed suit after the clown. Unfortunately, she was more of a brute fighter, so when a flying appendage came her way, she did not dodge.

Ouch.