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Tortuga, Page of Jupiter - Zone 17
((Moving from Zone 14 to Zone 17))

Tortuga caught movement by the shadowy stars and quickly made his way up there only to encounter three senshi arguing, well the fuchsia one was bitching out some blonde senshi but he quickly tuned them out when he spotted the dark haired lady leaning against the doorway to one of the rooms. With critical eyes he took in her appearance as he traversed the last few stairs to stand in the hall with the other three. She appeared to be favoring a side which meant she was hurt more then just on her back.

Ignoring the arguing the other two seemed to get a kick out of the page quickly approached the Eternal. "You should be down stairs with the others. You're hurt but if you don't go atleast let me patch you up before you pass out from blood loss," he muttered quietly to her. It seemed the guy already was worried about this woman, might as well not add fuel to that particular fire, besides, she was right. If that General took a hostage then they needed all the help they could get. "The sooner you let me do this the sooner we can search the rooms. Or do you want me to get Mr. Bright Pants over there to sit on you while I patch you up?" He cracked the joke, trying to get a smile from her even as he yanked off his vest and started to rip into it. The tall redhead didn't even care that he was now standing half naked, only wearing the stupid pants and shoes his uniform was made of with only his whistle on his chest since the first senshi (Denebola) had gotten his scarf and sash to try to stop her bleeding. He absently looked at the bracers he was still wearing but he had no idea how to get them off so his vest was the best bet and he continued to tear it into strips.

HP: 57/100
Target: n/a
Damage: n/a

Sailor Kallichore (Zone 1)


"Nephthys, rest." came a cool reply. Kallichore's breathing was heavy, labored, but she closed her eyes in the din of all the shrieking and activity. Despite the Greater Youma's defeat, there will still a General on the loose and he needed to be located. Concentrate... Perhaps if they sat still for a few minutes and rested, they could recover some of their strength to try and take down the General with the others.


HP: 28/150
Target: NA
Damage: NA
Spells: 0/2, 0/2, 1/1

Eternal Sailor Metis of the Third Eye // Zone 1 -> Zone 19

For a tremendous moment, Metis felt relief. Others were pushing Labyrinthite back, they were actually working together--in a sort of way. She wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. It seemed like the battle was shifting their way, a final push to end things before the city could face further damages.

And then the world began to shatter.

The putrid stretch of rot and decay flooded her nose as the Greater Youma crashed down around them, the talons locking her in place as she yelped, a hand slamming over her mouth and nose. She lost track of her magic, unaware if it hit the General or missed, or worse, hit a knight or senshi. She was only aware of the horrid stretch of the youma and the fragments of bone that sliced her skin and turned some of her skirts into ribbons. The sound though. Oh the sound. Though her right arm was bleeding, and she was trying to block the smell of the thing, when the bird opened its beak and screamed, Metis shrieked in her pain, hands clamping over her ears as she shrank away from the sound, kneeling on the ground.

There was barely any registering of the light that Labyrinthite held and ate, the dim light vanishing before she could fully comprehend the situation. Her brain was rattled, her vision blurred, hands still at her ears and unaware that the General was speaking to her until he hauled her up by the front of her uniform, shocking her out of her numbed stupor to grip his hands and flinch back from his words. Not here for her. No, of course not. They were there for Denebola, for the youma, for the city. She knew they weren't--

His laughter and words rattled her further, and she felt the blood drain from her face as she tried to pry his fingers from her. So close to him, her nose was assaulted still with foul scents--burned skin, coppery blood, decay, grime... how long had it been since the man bathed?

The sensation of teleporting was alien to her, and she gagged at the feeling of being pulled, torn away from what was supposed to be. Only to find herself in another room, another place, without the comfort of so many other Order figures lighting up her vision. Only two aura sources -- her own, and Labyrinthite's.

He pushed her away, and she stumbled back, hitting the wall with a grunt before she slid to the floor, injured arm crossing over her injured abdomen. Each pulse of her fluttering, panicked heart was pushing more blood out against her dark glove, and staining the white of her bodice a further crimson. How serious they were, she couldn't tell, but the pain was enough to send chills down her spine, accompanied by his words.

How could anyone speak so calmly about killing another? Particularly after contacting another--a Corrupt, Metis assumed--and speaking with... surely she was going crazy. Was that almost affection in his tone? She felt bile rising in her throat at the very notion.

But then, hearing him speak to her, offering her choices, Metis' nose wrinkling delicately at the nature of the whole scenario. "Such generosity, Labyrinthite," she murmured, her own exhaustion clear in not only her posture, but her voice. Though it was a struggle, she got to her knees at least, even if that alone had her vision spinning and blurring. "I see your... time away has done wonders for your temper. And odor."

Of course Iris had warned her. But where was her Captain now?

Was she ready for death? Hardly. Her mind shifted to her parents, to Victoria, to his sisters, to Sakura... each friend and loved one flickered in her mind, and briefly, her own world. To die could mean to be reborn. But not if this monster kept her starseed, her soul, and devoured it. "I have no interest in any, thank you, though I appreciate your offer. What I would seek, you likely do not possess the strength within yourself to grant any longer. Where were you?"

How long could she bluster and bite back with prim words? How far away were the others who fought him and the youma? How far away had he taken them? She tipped her head back to look up at him, watching his silhouette, trying not to cough at the scent of him that struck through the air.

Sailor Proteus: Zone 10 -> 1

Proteus stopped for a moment to catch his breath as soon as he reached his intended destination on the second floor, looking around first before focusing his senses on detecting the huge chaotic aura that would distinguish the missing General from the youma that were still crawling about.

Nothing.

Not here then perhaps?

If he was a wounded General with a hostage in tow, where would he teleport himself to so that he could recover and then spend some quality time with his hostage?

Proteus thought to himself as he directed his gaze out of the window that he'd used to climb into the room just moments prior. Maybe the other building where Scholomance, the other female knight and him fought the mantick youma then? With that thought in mind, he climbed out of the window to begin his descent to the large open area where the Greater Youma once stood.

Sailor Proteus: Zone 14 -> 16

Alright. Into the building he goes then. How about the room on the right?

Proteus took a deep breath, bracing himself for whatever he might find as he headed in.

Nope. Still nothing. Where were they anyway?

He was starting to worry a little about the remote possibility that the General might have already left the power plant with the senshi/knight as a souvenir of sorts.

Sailor Proteus: Zone 14 -> 17 (stopping at entrance of room 19)

Climbing the stairs two steps at a time, Proteus stopped himself the moment he reached the top and realized that he wasn't alone. Damn whatever was putting a damper on his ability to sense others like him. It certainly didn't make his search efforts any easier.

Eyeing the half naked Page (Tortuga) who was in the midst of ripping something to create makeshift bandages to help patch one of the other senshis (Corvus) up, he turned to look at the two rooms that were nearer to him, trying to recall where the sound he heard when he was in the room downstairs might have come from.

Perhaps this one then?

Stopping at the entrance of the room that he had chosen, he wrapped his hand around the door knob and slowly turned it to open the door...


HP: 69/100

Super Sailor Varuna — Zone 19 (leaving Zone 17)

Varuna shifted on her feet as she heard the woman speak from the doorway, her hands lowering to her sides as she looked the woman (Corvus) over with concern. She’d obviously been injured, more so than Varuna had. Her heart ached, because it was obvious that this dark haired woman had been trying to do what she could to help. She was clearly concerned about rescuing the other senshi from the General’s grasp as well.

And she was kind about it, too. The frustration that had built up over everything seemed to simmer as Varuna watched the woman make a vague attempt at tending to her own injuries. Varuna took a step towards her, wanting to help, because that was really all she ever wanted to do. She might keep to herself, but when people needed help, she liked to think that she did what she could.

They were not alone, either. She thought she caught a glimpse of someone thought the shadows, the gleam of eyes reflecting in the dim light.

“Yes,” she said quietly, glancing away from the darkness of the next room, eyeing the woman with growing concern. “I don’t know if I can fight him on my own,” she admitted, swallowing back her own nervousness with the prospect of facing a General, especially one that was injured and desperate. If anything, that made him more dangerous. “I saw him in – “

But she didn’t get to finish.

The man from before, the one who demanded that only the Eternals go to fight the General was making his way up the stairs, and Varuna felt her face flush darkly with both embarrassment, since she’d just had every intention of telling the beautiful dark haired woman everything she knew, and anger, because this man was acting as though he had full authority over everyone and everything.

This, Varuna reminded herself as she stepped backwards, away from the injured woman, this was why she kept to herself. She should not have bothered with stopping to see if maybe they would accept her help. They were all the same, after all. They complained that no one in the White Moon knew how to work together, and yet those same people demanded and ordered and expected people to respond kindly to insults.

Another man (Tortuga) was approaching the woman now, hopefully to help the woman the other referred to as Corvus, and Varuna took another step back, her eyes narrowed into a glare right back at the man, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, the name of her attack on the tip of her tongue.

Oh, how she would love to blast him with snow right back down the stairs.

Anything else she wanted to say was caught in her throat, as it always was when she felt cornered and treated like a child. She thought she was over the years of being told she was worthless, the years that every word she said was chided and mocked until she learned it was better to just not say anything. She thought she’d escaped that when she left home, but even as a senshi she was reliving everything. Not that she expected anyone else to care, nor did she plan on ever explaining herself to anyone.

Angry tears pricked the corners of her eyes, which she hated because she wasn’t upset, she was just angry. She could sense something in the room next to her, and she turned then, tempted to make a rude gesture but decided the man wasn’t worth it, not when the General had one of their own still.

HP: 110/120
Target: N/A
Damage: N/A

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