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"Is it a good idea to leave you friend there Red?? She seems a bit naive.." Lellouch chuckled. "Does she know what shes doing??" The blonde grunted as the leg connected with her side. But the teen quickly wrapped her fingers around the Eternal's ankle as she swung her. " I see your skirts gotten shorter as well. Are you sure your not trying to seduce people? And what's up your face?? You look like you let a three year old scribble on it with some marker." A pause. "You know, now that I see it. I suppose it's quite the improvement. Though I much prefer those cracks and pretty scratches that I put on it...

Lellouch HP 35:

"Is now really the time to be kissing.." Damocles sighed. "You stay behind me.." The blonde grumbled. "Let me know if you see them... We'll see if Leto's got some sort of plan."

Damocles HP: 20

"I just had my tail stepped on. What do you think?" Iolite grumbled. "...Sorry about scratching you." The cat's ears twitched as a voice registered and Iolite turned in time to see a tiny ball of fluff charging at them. Again she hissed, ears laying flat and fur poofing out. "You're going to get hurt running at people like that Little One." She hissed as the little ball of puff crashed into her and sank its claws into her fur. "I may be part of the Negaverse but that doesn't mean I'm part of this."

Iolite HP 36:

[ Jenn - Chibi Iduna - Green - HP: 20 ]

It was really scary out here. People were running and screaming and people were starting to drop to the floor in the fighting. Iduna very much was wishing it was just black monsters and not people fighting people. It unsettled her that people were fighting each other. It unsettled that people were knocking each other out.

It super scared her when a young woman in a whiteish dress with whiteish hair crumpled into the wall to her left. Iduna stepped to her, unsure of what to do.

"Missy, missy are you okay?" she asked, before a shiver rolled down her spine and she spun to stare at a half youma woman with blackhair and scales and a tail.

She snapped a kick out, fear removing most of the force from it.




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[ Merric - Jarosite - Black - HP: 40 ]

Chaos, wonderful chaos. He was in his element and on the hunt. The targets seemed to be under control, but he could cause more panic and chaos because, well, fun.

He found a squire of earth trying to help and swung a leg out towards him. Some stupid civilian got in the middle and Jarosite pulled the kick at the last moment. Damnit people, getting in the way.

"Oi, Earthy, how'ya'doin'?" He grinned wide at him with a sick expression, too much teeth and too much excitement in his eyes.

Kirra looked down at her little buckled shoes, then back up at the older boy, shaking her head. She was tired, and getting scared-er, but even with all the stuff on the floor she didn’t think she was likely to fall over. Unless he bumped her again or something. “Are you?”

Though most grown-ups seemed to be leaving the ballroom, she watched in awe as two red-haired ladies entered, one with lacy red sunburn all over, shiny like glow-in-the-dark stickers, and the other with the biggest, prettiest yellow bows Kirra had ever seen. Their appearance was enough to keep her staring. But they were using Bad Words, and they didn’t seem very happy. They may have funny clothes, but Kirra thought they probably weren’t here to make balloon animals or sing. Then the black-feathery lady arrived and started fighting! What was going on? Was it part of the party?

When the yellow-ribbons lady came over to them, Kirra ducked behind the bigger boy, but the lady seemed to want to help.

“My cousin said to stay in this room,” she whispered back to Briar uncertainly. “But I don’t know where she is.” Kirra hesitated, twisting folds of her pink skirt in her fingers. It wasn’t okay to go with strangers, but going with friends was okay, and Gigi wouldn’t want her to get squashed by fighting ladies. “Okay, I’m coming.” And, to back up Briar’s claim that they were both totally grown-ups and not playing, she added, “We were getting ice cream and stuff.”


Kirra (Civilian): 10 HP
Ballroom 2

Andrew snorted awake from his faint and realized he had rolled and ended up a burrito in the table cloth. A sticky, chocolatey burrito with cookie garnish. A face faded into his vision. Someone was hovering over him.

And then when clarity came, he realized it was not Emily, nor a concerned strange girl coming to his rescue or anything else that resided in teenage boy fantasies and involved tongue. Instead, it was a fat cat.

"Augh, ew, no," He flailed, and did his best to wriggle out of the burrito.

"How'd you get in here?" He asked the manx, not entirely like he was expecting an answer, and then he gave her a little head pat. "Chocolate is bad for kitties," He scolded in the voice one uses to talk to an especially cute animal.

And then he dramatically snapped to attention to look around for Emily. Instead, he saw the anarchy ensuing. Well s**t.

Grabbing the table cloth and holding it up over the table frame like a swishy fort for cover, he powered up, and threw his mask when he dropped it. The mask he had specifically taken off before powering up in order to have it on his person for a dramatic flair throw after the knight stood up and posed with his full on majestic and powered state. Now he was ready... to locate a familiar friend and get the hell out of dodge.

Helicon- HP: 20- Powered- CAPTURABLE/UNATTACKED

Natalie / Sailor Amphitrite (CIV) - 20 HP - CAPTURE LIST

Oh no. Oh no no no. If she was a normal girl, don't get her wrong, Natalie would be eating these lines up like Nutella bathed oreos with a cool glass of milk. But she WASN'T an ordinary girl, she was -

The thought crossed her mind. It was only natural it did. After what happened on that beach... but she couldn't run away, and as bad as that incident had been, it had proven that even if no one knew who she was, there was no running or hiding from this. She took a deep breath and grabbed hold of his hand. "Spike, I -- oh!! I see him!" He wasn't the only liar tonight. She plastered on a relieved smile and abruptly whirled, leaning - hopping, really - up to plant a friendly kiss on his cheek - or his chin. He was pretty damn tall and all. "Run, please! Get somewhere safe! And look me up sometime!"

She tried to dart away, hoping he wouldn't give chase. At least not until she could duck somewhere to transform, and hopefully the whole glamour thing would cover her tracks.

General Buddingtonite- 36 HP

It had been one hell of a party, or at least, General Buddingtonite had suspected it would have been. When he had arrived at the party, he had the best of intentions, was suited for success and was determined to get onto a certain someone's good side. It had taken hours of convincing his fellow general to not attend the Mascarade ball with him, even going as far as to bribing Nyasa to demand his attention and force one of them to remain at her beck and call, and of course, between the two, Buddingtonite would have been more fitting to participate in such a candid affair.

And participate he had been intending, but there was a snag in his plans, and that snag came dressed in a very lovely, very revealing gown. It did not take long for him to become side tracked and there may have been alcohol involved, but thus far, the night had been going swimmingly, and thus far, no one really questioned his absence. Well, if they had, he simply couldn't hear them over the sounds of pleasure that filled his head. The lovely lady lasted a little longer than he had expected, but eventually she had succumbed to the purple mask she wore, falling limp in Buddingtonite's arms as General-Queen Apatite gave the command. "Couldn't have timed that better, my General-Queen..."

With one potential captive in hand, Buddingtonite looked throughout the ballroom he was in and had managed to spot his actual date, one he had suddenly remembered to meet with after the fact, and he had managed to let out a whistle to grab her attention...

Mere seconds before someone came charging him from behind.

Sarras Squire of the Cosmos- 19 HP

He hated masquerade balls, he hated the hoity toity atmosphere that came with it, the ridiculously over the top attires that some certain individuals thought was still appropriate despite not having been appropriate since the Victorian era, and most of all, he hated just how crowded and obviously bad news this whole entire event was, and it had little to do with the terrible snacks and finger food that was, in his opinion, thrown together at the last minute. Daran Moreau had hated this entire ordeal, though one would have never suspected a thing. In the classic Moreau tradition, he mingled and wore two masks, the one assigned by the ball’s rule and the usual professionalism he prided himself in. He hated being here, but he was here to watch over his brother… a brother that had, of course, taken the first opportunity to disappear among the crowd at the first chance he got in the typical Richard fashion.

One moment, he was commenting on the legs on a certain lady, and the next, he was gone. Simply gone! Daran had spent the rest of the masquerade looking for Richard, trying to remember what color mask he was in, trying to remember what ridiculous outfit he wore, trying to remember something simple like that when his mind was already thinking of how many ways this entire night could go horribly wrong. He didn’t want to feed into the paranoia that the Negaverse may have been up to something, but given recent events and those haunting nightmares, he wouldn’t have held it past them. His rational mind tried to dissuade him from such thoughts, but it would seem that his rational mind was, once again, his own worst enemy. No sooner had he entered another section of the ballroom, did s**t go down, and whether it was the mask he wore or something far worse and deeper, he felt the world around him black out for a moment… “********’ assholes…”

When he came too, there was chaos, literally. He caught glimpses of Negaverse officers and thus far, he had managed to slip by unseen to others, or they had simply looked for other targets. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he managed to pull himself under a table and wasted no time in henshining. The weakness that seemed to consume others was no longer present, though the Cosmos Squire suspected his blacking out had more to do with sensory overload and rushing memories of a certain quest on Mistral than any ill doing from the Negaverse itself. Not that it mattered, as the moment he was suited up, he was ready to strike…

And what luck! His eyes spotted a familiar figure- dark grey and red uniform with a tall, winged hat, silver shoulder spikes and one arm wrapped in thorns, matching his poisonous personality perfectly.

Sarras said nothing, merely acted. Buddingtonite! He rushed forward, paying no mind to the officers, allies, or civilians around him. He saw his target, and he would not be leaving with his life this night!




Bethany Wyatt - Front Doors - 10 HP (has chosen not to power up)

Bethany Wyatt wasn’t sure what had happened or how she ended up here, as the world was slowly fading back into focus, little bit by little bit. There were people dressed in dark clothing all around and had she managed to dig through the hidden compartments in her dress to henshin, she might have realized that those dark-wearing blobs that shifted around were, in fact, Negaverse officers. Not that she really needed to be powered up to know exactly what kind of trouble she was in, as she has learned that when something terrible happened in Destiny City, blaming the Negaverse was never really the wrong answer.

Someone had tried grabbing her and she instinctively began to wriggle, weakly at first, but picked up in tempo and ferocity when she realized that the one that grabbed her was likely an officer. She let out a hoarse scream and began to kick and scream, fitting the part of a wounded animal or a being that had fallen into a fit of hysterics, and thus far it had managed to free her from their prying hands. She felt her heeled foot slam against something stiff and solid, and she hoped that, if it was a Negaverse officer, she’d do enough lasting damage to keep them off of her as she scrambled to her feet. Something obscured her view and she managed to rip the mask off, throwing it to the ground and backing away from it, never once taking in its appearance of its color. Such matters were trivial to her, and Bethany took one look around the room and knew only one thing.

She needed to get out of here!

When she kicked herself free of her possible abductor, she lost a shoe in the process and she didn’t seek to recover it. Even if Charlene would hold a grudge on her forever, she’d simply have to return to the dormitories minus a shoe, and she limped towards the front door, grabbing her dress and pulling it up as though she were trudging through a swamp and not an impromptu battlefield. “Always… always with the fighting… never a moment’s rest! How… how could we ever have thought they were friends to anyone besides war and chaos?”

She didn’t know if anyone heard her and she didn’t care, her frustration bubbling forth and mingling with her very real fear, and she watched in horror when a knight was downed by one of more interesting… she assumed it was an officer? She wasn’t so sure- her vision was blurred and it was hard to concentrate on a single thing, but the fact that the knight had fallen at the door meant that escaping that way might have been a futile endeavor. Her mind scrambled to think of a plan, not realizing that she was standing there, a prime target for any officers near by...

Falias tried to his best to try and avoid the incoming blow, but unlike his encounters with the annoying baton-wielding Lieutenant this Nega Captain was much, much faster and like most of the other Nega Officers he'd come across just as crazy.

He let out a hiss at the heavy end of the dagger jabbed into him, not quite full frontal - he'd managed to turn enough to avoid that - but not to avoid the blow all together and tried to lash out with another blow of his own.

He did his best to put his strength into the blow, wishing as he did so that he wasn't feeling quite so sluggish, a part of him resentful at the way that the Negaverse always had a knack at turning up and ruining anything fun.

He ignored the Captain's taunt, snapping out instead "Where do they keep recruiting all you guys anyway, the looney bin?" Because out of all the Nega officers he'd had run across only two of them had seemed normal and this particular Captain swinging at him with a glee that was frankly disturbing wasn't either of them.

[Falias HP: 14/20]