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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 11:59 pm
/post that was too late to join the nega fray XDD
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 12:00 am
Azzo watched as the negaversers disappeared. His scowl evident, Castor was spared, but probably hurt bad. He moved to help the fallen senshi, "******** Negaverse.... doesn't see killing isn't the way to do things."
He muttered he wasn't sure if he'd get there before Castor's comrades in arms could stop a lonely civilian, or if Polaris would stop him first but someone had to get him to a hospital.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 12:06 am
Pomona had quivered when Tanzanite met her eyes. She had come to Castor’s aid and had been willing to face two Captains and a General on her own – even though backup had arrived – so she figured she was allowed to quiver.
It was more on the inside though that Pomona was shaken. The idea of being corrupted, of being turned and made to kill… that was terrible. It was a possibility that she couldn’t even contemplate now. No, it would break her poor little brain, so she shelved it for later; much, much later. Maybe never.
When the Negas left, Pomona hurried to Castor’s side. She had originally planned to chew him out – dumb***, choosing a Nega for a girlfriend – but for once, by some miracle, words failed her. Instead she placed a barely-there arm on Castor's shoulder and looked at the gathered Senshi. When her eyes finally landed on Sinon, she muttered weakly," Hospital?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 12:19 am
The female captain stepped aside to reveal her monstrous youma arm. It seemed to be have tired out since it yelled and stretched to reveal muscle underneath its scaly, spiny skin. Sinon shuddered and involuntarily stepped back. Was this what the Negaverse was like?
She wanted to be brave. She wanted to bark at the nameless woman rather than hug herself and worriedly stare on as she listened to the heart-wrenching words. Senshi. Corrupted. So going to the dark side was possible? Sinon pursed her lips and furrowed her eyebrows. No, she didn’t want that. The very idea that she could potentially raise a hand against her friends, family, and comrades sent shivers down her spine. However long or brief she knew them, Sinon refused to acknowledge the atrocious possibility. Not even the small glory of watching her strings happily twine around the woman satisfied her, but instead brewed dread. Would the captain remember her face? Would the captain wreak even more havoc in her anger?
Sinon wanted to trudge home, crawl into bed, and cry herself to sleep, but heroes were cowards. She was still Sinon, not Sydney. When they blinked out of sight there was only a small burden lifted off her shoulders, but it was enough to bring the soldieir of lies to walk over to Pomona. “I-Is he okay?” she weakly questioned. She didn't even know his senshi name. “Did he get his starseed back yet?” She slowly looked around for it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 12:24 am
The chill of the ocean's fury channeling across his arm to his fist made his teeth chatter, shivering as a hiss of surprise struck him at what happened next. The blue-haired negaverse agent he was aiming for was hidden, blocked by another. He didn't have time to comprehend Tanzanite's arm as his punch connected, tearing through something that would force the boy to jolt awake at night and rub his own arms, wondering if the same would ever happen to him one day.
He leaped back as soon as he could, bringing his fists up in a defensive stance before reaching towards his ears as the youma arm cried out. Merope winced, tearing his eyes from the ground and forcing them to focus. He had to remain steady, he had to remain strong, he had to --
Tanzanite's smile was more than enough to squeeze the last bit of air from his lungs, her last words seeming to hand in the air after she vanished. He wanted to sink to his knees and hug himself -- hell, he desperately wanted a hug from anyone right now. One small bit of comfort, of warmth; just one glimmer of hope.
Sailor Merope shivered, running a hand through his hair. Some senshi were gathering towards Castor -- what could he do? He stared, helpless and clueless as to what to do next.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 12:39 am
He just stared into the sky, eyes wide, pupils dilated. Something beyond fear etched into his face. His screams had stopped. And the only sound he could hear was silence. Snow flakes fell onto his skin and he wanted to say he could hear them fall, feel the soft weight of them as the stuck to his bloody torn uniform. His breaths seemed harder now, like he was fighting still, fighting an unseen force to stay alive. Adrenaline was thick in his body. It was enhancing everything. His hand felt to his side as Tanzanite left. Linarite left. Wolframite left. Vanished into the shadows. They had escaped.
Unsure if he was alive still, his hand gave an experimental flex. The plush snow at his fingers moved. The coldness had begun to seep into his back. Slowly, he was becoming more away of his surroundings. Slowly, he was realizing he had been spared death. But why? Why had Tanaznite let him live? She hadn't want it. No, she lusted for it. Yet she had released him. the sound of moving fabric. and sharply, Castor looked to the origin. Senshi. They had come. But he knew the damage had been done. What they had seen was the reality, it was the risk it was- it was-
It was nothing.
Nothing like they could know. They should know. They could never know. That was why she had left. They had come and she had to choose. She had spared his life, not to send a message, (even if it certainly did), she had done it to save herself. She could have done it. She could have killed him and died right after. But she wanted life, so, she had spared his. Gripping the earth he managed to lift himself upright and coughed as his voice tried to from words. Looking at his hand he saw blood. Her blood. He'd been close. So close. crawling forward Castor made a sound perhaps worse then his screams. It was a scream of frustration, the agony of loss. His head snapped back as his body shook with rage. He had been so close. Was this his fate? Eternal failure? To always reach the edge yet never to cross? Slowly his breathing slowed, and the thrum of blood pumping in his ears grew to silent for him to hear. Slowly, he stood, body weak from having used so much of his power.
The words formed next were not something pleasant or kind. They were not reassuring. What Merope, shivering from the cold, words and warmth so desperately need would not be given by his friend. What came from Castor were cold, pained, and raspy words. They were spoken in a harsh tone that came out like a demand and less like the request he wanted them to be. "Don't touch me." Blue eyes glared angrily at anyone who dared to come close. "Don't any of you touch me."
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 12:48 am
Pomona quickly retracted her hand from Castor. She didn’t know what he was going through – heck, how could she? – but after all they had gone through, this was not something they needed. Although weak and shaky from her dying adrenaline rush, Pomona stumbled to her feet and spared Castor a brief before heading to the blue-haired Senshi’s side. He look as lost as she had felt, and doubted he needed to see the Senshi of Hail like this. Touching his arm briefly, she offered him a weak smile as she said:
“ Good job.” Because unlike her, he had actually attacked.
As bad as she felt for Castor, and as much as she had wanted to help him, she couldn’t handle him right now. It wasn’t that she wanted to abandon a teammate, but, well, Pomona was at the end of her rope. She’d do no more good here. She suspected the same held true for others. Pomona turned to leave, looking back to see if Sinon or Merope or anyone would follow, looking to see if anyone was in the same state of mind as her.
She wanted to leave. She wanted to leave and sleep for a long, long time.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 12:49 am
Iris' attack had arrived all but too late. With a slight frown, she released her fist so the attack would disappear.
Somehow, the small manx had managed to squirm out of the senshi's hold and made her way to the senshi. She was a cat, but an affectionate one at that. She was not Astraea. She wanted to rub up against the senshi to assure him that everything would be okay, but then he gave the order.
"Don't touch me"
With a slight mew, the cat paused in step, then merely set her rump down on the ground. All she could offer were three words. "I'm sorry Castor." There wasn't anything she could say beyond that.
The blonde senshi trotted up behind the cat. In all honesty, after that speech that Tanzanite gave, her blood was boiling. She recognized two of the names of the list. She recalled what the senshi were like when she encountered them. And based off what the Captain had said, they were once like them. With a foot, she nudged the cat slightly.
"Leave him alone, Cat. If he doesn't wanna talk, he doesn't wanna talk..."
The cat's green eyes remained sympathetically upon the boy, only waiting for the say from his own eyes for the dismissal.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 1:04 am
Merope looked to Castor as the eternal senshi slowly stirred, rising from the cold snow. He flinched as Castor screamed yet again, this time not from pain but -- what? He couldn't help but to take a step backwards as he hugged himself tighter, both in reassurance and to fight against the freezing cold.
He flinched yet again at Castor's words, the force more than enough to make the blue-haired senshi lower his eyes and look away. He couldn't face him. Not like this, not now, possibly not for awhile. Merope's shoulders sagged as he began to turn, jumping visibly at Pomona's touch. He met her gaze, giving her a weak nod and "Thanks," before falling silent, his gaze returning to the ground.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 4:04 am
One moment, Perseus had almost made contact with Wolframite, sure about ramming him away from Castor. In the next moment, the pair had teleported off into oblivion, leaving her unable to really correct her course. With a twist and a slide the senshi wore out her momentum in the snow, ending up nearly half buried and on the ground. She was quick to stand, breathing heavy, eyes falling on Castor.
It hurt to see him that way...he looked so fragile, so angry, so broken. The guttural noise that ripped through his lips was terrible, followed by his attempt to stand. She was already fairly close, behind him, at his shoulder. "Castor." The words were as gentle as she could manage, but held a steely undertone. He was being ridiculous, and Perseus wanted him to know it. She had no idea of his past with the trio of Negaverser's, no idea what there presence around him meant. "Castor...." The second one was much softer, and she moved cautiously around him, reaching out a single hand, white glove bloodied from fighting Kaguya moments before.
It was tentative, headed for his shoulder. "Let us help you." Icy blue eyes locked onto his own blue eyes before any contact was made. She wouldn't flinch, though her hand movement was tentative at best. "Please." The tone in her voice was pleading. This wasn't the uncouth and charismatic leader she'd met several weeks before. Castor was something very different. "Please." The second please was almost a whisper.
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TheMadHatter rolled 1 100-sided dice:
75
Total: 75 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 4:52 am
(Rolling and will adjust later)
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endejester rolled 1 100-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 5:30 am
Proforma roll -
Crystal!... Oh god... His heart hammered in his chest and he tried to make a lunge for it. For the sake of the negaverse they must obtain it...but there were so many senshi here. Who would obtain it!? Not him, not with that grab...
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Demy-Stardust rolled 1 100-sided dice:
62
Total: 62 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 5:32 am
There were two crystals, and even with that added benefit the absolute chaos of the fight around them made it hard to find his way to either. The will to fight was slowly draining from him, being ever replaced with the unrelenting cold.
Several power signatures left, clearing up the mental map just a bit. Still, the ones he felt leave had been on his side, leaving the remaining odds tipped further in the Senshi's direction. This was not good, but he still wouldn't leave. Not yet.
"HEY SENSHI!" He climbed up on a piece of rubble, guitar held high in the air to get their attention. Whether or not he got it his next move was to point it at the mass of them. "Name's Captain Scheelite, don't forget it! It's only a matter of time before the city, the WORLD is under the rule of it's rightful Queen. But hey, I like to party, so if any of you still think you can fight and beat us, then I will see you out in the field yeah? I'd love to see another Senshi starseed after all..they're very shiny." Acid green eyes lit with delight as he laughed...
And then teleported away. Any fights were going to have to come sometime when he was much warmer
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Ryuthulhu rolled 1 100-sided dice:
82
Total: 82 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 5:41 am
Terrific, because things weren't already nuts, the croud of bodys had exploded into a rush to get the crystal, and the chaos had only gotten worse, although at least it meant body heat, although that was a terribly undignified thought.
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