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Sig urged Antares through the doors that split the treatment area from the waiting room, green eyes trying to take in the crowd that had rushed into the area. Was everyone here? No one had been left behind right? He honestly didn't know but he really hoped that everyone, chaos or not, had made it out of the back rooms.

The page absently noted his... Antares head towards the door. He decided to head towards the main desk. He figured he might as well see if there is anything that he can find on this side of the business' since he hadn't really gotten much from the staff room.

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Kaifeng, Squire of Saturn
Action: keeping an eye on the younger knights, noticing how some people seem to be getting drained.

Getting out of the building that had, very abruptly, caught on LOTS of fire seemed to be easier said than done. For one thing, the sheer number of people milling around out here left a lot to be desired. Kaifeng supposed that he couldn’t entirely argue with the fact that the Negaverse operatives had probably been stationed here for the sake of doing their jobs (whatever those jobs were and however much they needed to be interrupted for the good of everyone they might have harmed by doing said jobs). Likewise, he couldn’t argue with how so many Order senshi and Knights had turned up to try and help break things up here.

But it did make things somewhat complicated in the present moment. As they tried to leave the treatment rooms, the path was blocked not by youma so much as everyone else who’d piled into the sleep therapy center. All of them needed to get out of here, but as yet, the way ahead was blocked.…… A bit fortunate, Kaifeng thought as he glanced behind him and over his shoulder, only to find that the two young Squires (Halle & Lisse) had held back in the treatment rooms.…… Well. If they were looking for something important, then he couldn’t blame them for that. Anything that might’ve helped get people out of here faster could’ve proven useful, not only to the boys themselves but to everyone else as well.

Plus……it meant they could get a heads up. After taking a quick moment to wave his little wispy friend away (he appreciated its loyalty but it was more distracting than helpful right now), Kaifeng squinted, taking in the sluggish appearances of so many of the people milling around out here, how they’d wilted and seemed to slow down so much.… After a quick glance to make sure that the young Page (Almere) was alright, Kaifeng turned more fully back toward the boys. “You might want to be quick about that, fellas,” he called out to them. “Something around here’s draining energy. That’s gonna make the smoke inhalation worse if we don’t hurry!”

Meissa, Super Senshi of Bobcats

Why was she feeling so tired now? Meissa's head was on a slow swivel before she caught sight of a familiar form in the room where it seemed everyone was now trapped. Was it that she was just imagining the sight of Illyria, trapped in a corner, by a rather large looking two-headed dog? Clearly the smoke was getting to her and making her see things. Huffing with a little bit of effort Meissa closed the distance before she felt the need to sit down for a spell. Her eyes were still riveted on the form of the rather large black dog before she had mentally tell herself that no, this was not a creature out of some fictional world. There was no way that seeing it would cause her demise. Finding an empty seat amongst all the chairs in the waiting room Meissa's mind felt like jello and she idly made a move to pick up one of the potted plants that was nearby before she tossed it towards the creature that was obviously tormenting that poor cat. The pot struck the wall above both creatures and even though she was feeling like she just needed another cat nap, the amount of force behind her throw was evident in the rather large hole that was formed. Oops.

Whether it was Illyria or not, well that was up for debate. Her eyes lowered for a minute before snapping back open, "hey, leave the cat alone. Pick on something your own size."

Hopefully the thrown object wouldn't hurt either animal but Meissa now just wanted to sleep.

God, why was she suddenly so exhausted?

“Oh? Albite. He’s really quite nice when he’s not hungry.”

The knight looked at the large crystal in the wall that was just uncovered.

“Well, I hope so. All these draining crystals are bad enough. Let’s try and destroy that one, okay?”


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Illyria - Order Mauvian (( oh, what big teeth you have ))

“Not trying to escape like the others, little kitten?”

Little kitten?

Illyria's senses were screaming at her. Her fur fluffed up even as the larger presence loomed over her. Oh. Her gaze travelled upwards to take in the full form of the large black dog before she hissed in sheer defiance. Even after the one head had spoken it's query did Illyria's reflexes save her. Her front paw flashed upwards as the left head dipped down to snap at her. Her claws came out in an attempt to score the creature's nose. If she wasn't careful though, she'd be looking at a serious wound ... or worse yet, total annihilation. Dual heads, dual mouths and dual rows of jagged teeth. Illyria's footsteps faltered before she gazed with open hostility at whatever creature this youma was. Youma weren't immune to her own weapons of choice.

Even as a rather large potted plant sailed over her to smash into the wall beyond did Illyria stumble. Her leg wound from before didn't seem as severe in cat form but it was still a hindrance.

"How on earth would I be able to escape if others can't get the doors open? What good would it do me?"

Her gaze was now locked on the youma's dual heads. Was it time to attempt her beam and see what happened? She wasn't looking forward to having this youma be something that would be immune to Mauvian forehead beams, but could she take the risk, feeling as exhausted as she was already?

Action: Finding the nearest wall that's *not* spinning, no, ******** that, finding a chaise to lounge on dramatically while ignoring the lingering ghosts.
Attacking: Standby for Reboot

Was he alive? Yes, and sure, and checks all green---Mirabilite felt a little too alive for his own liking even. Felt the way the magic had pulled even when its effects waned, even when he knew in some deep recess that it was indeed *magic* that was ******** with his entire periphery! His body didn't care to register the fact, his heart raced, his head pounded, his a** was sore in spite of the padded body that had caught him so kindly. He remembered hollering at the swearing Senshi in the lab coat -- called her something like babe, in all his delirium. It was fine, they were amis d'armes! Shared causes and shared plights and all that feel good sense of righteousness. Though riding the adrenalin high had its downsides when it all crashed and burned at the bottom of the unfinished drop.

He needed to sit down before he found himself facedown in the least dignifying position he could imagine. With every dragged, dogged, step forwards that need grew infinitely, the strain of whatever in the room sapped him nearly put him on his knees when safety was only steps away. He had ******** priorities!! There were things that were important to do! Like make sure he didn't end up trampled in some causeway and left to die like an afterthought---

But more importantly than that! He had an image to maintain--- finding a place to lay up while looking good was paramount. Maybe a nice, gentle, well upholstered in-between space that would allow for maximum comfort while he suffered out the overwhelming vertigo that chased him into the room on smoky heels, that left him coughing. Though that might've been because every sip of air that crossed the threshold of his tongue still had the mixed drink memory of toxic, smoggy, gravesites all churned into one biletastic flavor.

Mirabilite was sure things would be better after---And then he caught in his sights a view of tattooed mass, loafing it up, eating a ******** sandwich.

Was that ******** Albite?

"Tu me chies," he rolled his eyes and regretted doing so instantly for how it made the room no more friendly to be in. Then made his way with dragging chiffon on stilts for heels into one of the seats nearest his current exit strategy. If all else failed and he lost consciousness from the freshly pulsating waves of *draining*? At least he'd have a ride out!



Action: Posting up on the nearest wall, the wall is good, the wall supports.
Attacking: The next person who looks at him sideways--

His right arm was still numb from the shoulder down, his left leg, too. The pins and needles of feeling returning left him hissing as the hunted presence of eyes on his back began to fade. This room was not on fire, and that was a start, it's blues and blacks and the casting shadows were soothing as they'd intended to be.

Soothing---and that made it easier to suck down the weakness that threatened to steal his legs out from beneath him entirely, to breathe it all back up, out through his nose, and make a terse noise bitten in two between a clench and grind of molars. Zultanite was well and thoroughly pissed now, the operation was an utter and complete bust, they lacked the numbers to coral even the most basic of their enemies.

It wasn't over and done yet, though. He had his hopes, counted them down one by one like spent blessings as some feeling returned. Tried to shake all that ache out of his body while the clean, soft wall at his back held his weight a little while longer. There was still the smell of fire in the distance though, the concern for that ever present in his mind, the way the urge to fight heightened as every fresh crack of glass echoed out, every new pop of some other delicate yet necessary to their operation thing exploding in a space he couldn't see.

It was such an 'of mice and men' situation, he only wished he had more at his disposal than a *cinnamon stick* to handle matters with.

“Dinner… that is like lunch… but later…”

Urania was still delirious with sleep, but at least she was maneuverable. Not complete dead weight, at least.


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Grieve

"Lunch and dinner are completely different," Grieve insisted. Meals were a mindset. A mood. Mission dinner and mission lunch each held a unique flavor. Mission breakfast usually tasted best and held the worst circumstances.

Gently handing Urania over to the Knight, she gave him a terse nod. After a moment of consideration, she leaned in close to her old comrade and whispered, "Try to get your energy back up. We might need your magic to get out."

Stargazer had always been an invaluable member of Nameless, even if she rarely joined the more violent missions. Anybody good with a map was valuable, but her magic, particularly good for moving around obstacles and escaping traps, was a delicious bit of gravy for the group.

Turning her attention back to her sandwich and surveying the rest of the room, Grieve noted that the crystal was still sitting just fine but wasn't bothering her anymore. And there...was the ******** eternal that had been the singular genuine worry this whole time.

He was on the big-ish side, and clearly trained well. For a moment she felt a pang, once again Grieve missed being the big scary eternal in the room. Now she could only be the big scary basic. At least, before she'd left her world, she was it's eternal destroyer, still. Its Immortal Death That Came and Stayed.

Taking a bite of her sandwich, sauce and melty cheese dropping down her fingers and greasing her lips, her mood improved slightly. Lifting her sandwich in turn as a greeting, she didn't bother to answer his question, instead calling out a brief, "Cute tummy."

He didn't seem particularly motivated to fight. A lot of these broken dolls seemed less murderous than chaos energies usually instilled in people. Then again, how long had chaos been infecting them? Couldn't be that long, and Erath had always been a little special from what she'd heard. Lawful. It probably took longer to reach its tendrils down into those broken holes of head and heart, and twist them into something that'd consume kith and kin with savage glee and relentless hunger.

They were all just a countdown, ticking and ticking 'til the reaper came to either claim them or move their itchy little hands.

But the bat wings were pretty nice looking.