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Super Sailor Daphne

If a place like this had some kind of dark secret, Daphne thought that the best place to find it would be behind the locked doors. Luckily, a few knights and senshi seemed to have already managed to get the doors open, and so Daphne slipped in behind them.

Although, she might not have been the best person for the job, because as she looked around towards a desk and reached for a sheaf of paper towards the top of the stack, it seemed to have some kind of finance chart on it that just made her head spin.

She didn't know enough about Earth for this.

She did know, however, that there was a powerful looking corrupted senshi staring all of them down, yelling about lunch. Daphne wondered if she should try to fight him, if that was what this was about?

It looked like there was one full Knight in the room, and Daphne decided she might as well follow his lead here. She stepped up behind him and put her hands on her hips, her tail puffed out as she tried to look intimidating.

"Yeah, that's how war works," she said, and then a tentacle was squeezing her tail and she decided if it didn't stop she was just going to have to kick him.

Farbauti, Basic Order Senshi of Rage
Action: Being choked. ******** around. Will he find out in short order?

“What lun—” Burst out of Farbauti unintentionally, at the sound of somebody with a very powerful Negaverse aura yelling about their lunch break (??? it was after dark??? what kind of hours did the Negaverse make these people work???), but the thought didn’t manage to finish. Neither, incidentally, did Farbauti’s next inhale; one of the tall, sexy Negaverse senshi’s tattoos lashed out, slithering around his neck and going tight.

Well, ********, this just made sense, didn’t it? Flailing helplessly against the tug of the tattoo, struggling in vain to breathe, Farbauti couldn’t even be mad about it, not really. Here they were, digging around in stuff that belonged to the Negaverse, so of course people from the Negaverse would attack them to prevent that.

Or, apparently, to prevent someone from………stealing their lunch. Apparently.

As one did with magical superpowers??

Gasping for breath and feeling unsatisfied with all the little wisps of breath he caught, Farbauti thought about the senshi he looked up to like Fang and Asmodeus. Would they have gotten aggro like this over their lunch? Sure, Fang could be pretty food-motivated sometimes, but he probably wouldn’t go off at random senshi over food.… Plus, Farbauti had some of the evening’s abandoned orders in his subspace! He would’ve shared instead of fighting like this, but……oh. As his head started spinning and a rush of papers flew all over everywhere, Farbauti got a brief flash of inspiration, noticing how the magical tattoo thing……was still attached to the Negaverse senshi.

Maybe it wouldn’t accomplish anything, but—grunting, Farbauti tried to yank on the lash. Maybe he could get the Nega-Senshi off-balance? Maybe even on the ground? ……Probably not on the ground, but if he got off-balance, maybe someone else could hurt him.

The flash drive has been found!

There was the brief moment where everything seemed to be going perfectly fine, and then, as with most scenarios, did the s**t hit the fan. The appearance of a corrupt senshi, who was stronger than her, had Irkalla backpedalling for a moment before wondering why. Surely they could overpower this individual as there were at least five individuals to his one. And what the heck was he ranting about? His lunch? There was no way that she was going to take the tongue lashing that he was giving out. No way. Her back stiffened and she was ready to tear into her own reply when someone else apparently beat her to the punch: okay then. But that wasn't the only thing that silenced her. The tattoos that covered most of the senshi's body seemed to swirl around and detach before lashing onto those that were standing too close and even as one tattoo lashed onto her left wrist did the squire of Cosmos yank hard at the captured limb.

Nothing.

The wrist that had been encircled felt like it was caught in a pair of vice grips and Irkalla bit her lower lip as to not show that she was affected even as Erytheia's magic seemed to wash over her and at least the throbbing in her shoulder eased to the point where she could focus on extracting trapped limbs from tattoos that did things that normal tattoos didn't.

"Tattoo boy, how about you calm the ******** down. We're not here to ruin your lunch break. Chill."

Her right hand clutched at her ornament string and she tentatively debated swinging it at the enemy to see what could be done. She, along with at least two others, had been snared by the tattoos but she was worried about the one that had been lashed around the neck, could he still breath ok?

“I’m not exactly sure what is going on here. But my suspicions that Chaos is involved seem to have proven well-founded.”

Erytheia sincerely wished he had a better answer for the page. He tried to stay by her side and with anyone else who needed protection. But the melee that had just started due to Albite’s magic had caused quite a stir. He had met that senshi before and had thought him rather nice… but clearly, he had some rage issues.

“The business that ran here — ‘At Ease’ — I think may have been a front for the Negaverse. That crystal you destroyed? I think it was draining energy. But I didn’t have proof.”

He held up the flash drive he had found.

“Maybe this will have that proof on it. But I think we have to subdue Albite first.” He said rather guiltily as he readied his arrow.



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Action: You've gotta fight, for your right, to -- stop the lockers someone stop the lockers!!
Attacking: An audio assault on everyone within listening range! Albite is not sorry!

"War!?" Who was talking about war? What did war have to do with this! Nothing! Though maybe the cat tailed Senshi was talking sense, maybe it was war? A war on his right to enjoy a meal peacefully, a pack of freeloaders committing sandwich hijackings and crimes against company mandated lunch hours! Like the worlds most rebellious unionizers!

An Anti-Union!!! Albite gasped in shock, utterly appalled even as the seconds ticked by at speed, as a magic arrow fired came outta left field and severed the chain holding the hottie that reminded him of an old show called Space Channel 5! Clipping him in the process and sending him off kilter---and Albite was briefly stunned enough that he couldn't concentrate on holding the rest down, not with his food on the line, not with the monumental amounts of processing his poor mind was having to do to unwind their insidious plot by degrees!

They were totally planning to starve him out. What a slow and terrible demise---He'd die dramatically for lack of a single bit of nourishment or drop of FDA-unapproved liquid! He'd leave his husbands widowed! His funeral would likely get raided too----He'd have feast-less funeral?! DID ORDER KNOW NO BOUNDARIES AT ALL!

"Uh-uh cosmos approved cuties, I wont be fooled that damned easily! You all came here to start a food war, didn't you?! A war against my right to eat whatever the ******** a sarnie is in peace----" the magic around albite whipped up licorice black and velvet reigns looking ready to lash out once more as he yelled into the tight space---"Not on my watch! No one commits food crimes against *Albite of Retribution!*" and then the lockers (Sig) had been rattling the hinges of made a disturbing screech, the sound of metal bulging out from within, overfilled, rusting.

And Albite stopped mid rant....

Eyes glued to a pair of doors, a top shelf and bottom shelf staff locker respectively, scrawled in sharpie over paper tape: they appeared to belong to someone named Devin and M'danial. They creaked against the frame that held them, like a pair of soda cans ready to pop.

"The actual f u c k----"

Why were the lockers rumbling?!!? Why were they leaking youma?! W H Y ---

"No--my sammich could be in there----" Albite whine a defeated thing, what if his food had been in there? HE DIDN"T EVEN KNow wiCH LOCKEr he'D SHoved It in now!





Quotes:

Urania was just about to succumb to the pressure of Albite’s attack when it finally stopped, perhaps by Erytheia’s arrow, perhaps by the senshi himself adding more words to his tirade.

The man was mighty imposing, even if he was ranting about a sandwich. Urania found passion — whatsoever it was about — to be both intimidating and admirable.

“What if I buy you a new sandwich later?”

She could do that, right? Or was that colluding with the enemy?

But not one but two large toads appeared from the lockers.

Darn it! She’d have to contend with them, too. She much rather deal with Albite. Humans could at least be reasoned with. Youma… well…

She picked up a stack of papers and tried to squish one.


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Irkalla seemed determined to simply go tit for tat if this chaos senshi wanted to lash down his opponents. Maybe instead of pulling against the binding tattoos, she could use the advantage of being tethered to close the distance and instead get all up and personal in this senshi's little bubble. At the same time that she was beginning to move closer to the corrupt senshi did the a few of the lockers make strange rumbling noises before they burst open and some strange looking toads materialized. Youma in lockers? What was this: whack-a-youma? Eyes narrowed at the sight of the monsters before she sighed and instead of going to attack them like it seemed a few of her fellow staff room crashers had done, Irkalla instead moved within arm reach of Albite before trying to lash her cord of ornaments around any free limb that would effectively tether him to her instead.

It would be a risky move but someone had to try and at least get a word of sense into this Albite before things got any worse. The one that had mentioned the chance of finding the sandwich in the locker (Farbauti) to give back to the hungry senshi had an interesting proposition but for now Irkalla would at least try to distract the irritated Albite in stride, "look, no one here is wanting to start a food war. How do you expect us to know who is keeping food here or not? We're not even interested in food, or trying to keep you from eating yours, but pointing fingers, casting blame, attacking us as you did does no one any good."

Irkalla's cord of ornaments swung around before she tried to catch Albite's left forearm with the other end even as she was trying to talk him down a little.