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She didn't fear heights which right now was a good thing, considering her currant predicament. She had honestly thought tonight was a good night, even though she was spending more money than she'd originally planned to spend. Even going on the ferris wheel in order to get a look at everything. It seemed however that things weren't to remain good. As the ferris wheel had jolted and shuddered to a dead stop. She'd not been at the very top, she could hear the person at the very stop screaming above her, but she had been oh so close.

Looking down at the ground, her seat tilting forward as she did so, pale purple eyes took in the sight down below and she quickly determined she didn't like what she was seeing. In fact, she hated it. Someone, and she had a good idea who (not the exact person but the group of people) who were ruining her evening and that of everyone else here. Shifting she looked at the bar about her waist and wondered if she couldn't wriggle free, or in some way get out of this seat. She didn't want to be up here especially not when it seemed being up in the air wasn't even safe, as she took note of youma in the air. This wasn't good, and it confirmed her idea on who was behind this.

"Wow, okay, Chris, just bring up the youma like you know what you're talking about," Paris said, trying to sound conversational, but it was really hard when he felt kind of gross and there were youma creeping around all over the place—even heading his way. "That's totally not a give-away. Nope, not at all. Sweet Jesus ******** barely managed to duck out of the way of the flying youma that went straight for his head, hunching down as far into his swing as he possibly could in order to avoid it,and even then one of its wings clipped his hair.

Raising his head when he thought it was safe to do so, Paris did his best to ignore the discomfort and instead closely watched the youma as it swooped around for another pass. He made a swipe at it and successfully knocked it off course, but that did little more than send it flying straight for Chris.

"s**t, sorry, sorry!" he shouted.

The jostling of his swing as a result didn't help his stomach at all.

Rolls
1-6: Stuck on swings. (2)
1-10: Attacked by youma.

Chris winced as Paris reminded him that he was just a normal civilian for the time being, but how else was he going to warn his partner about the monster attack? Then again, he also wouldn't be surprised if a great number of civilians already knew they were called youma, seeing as the media got their hands on just about everyone and everything in this city.

He wiggled around in the small chair the best he could without anything to get a good foothold on, and when Paris sent the youma at him, he was at least able to take out his pent up agression on it. The creature latched hold of the chair's chains, sending him swinging to the side, but that was all the time he needed to punch it in the gut (or what he assumed was the gut) and watched as it fell towards the ground, only to glide off after another civilian.

The momentum of his swing was enough to get him within reaching distance of Paris's swing, and he grabbed onto the chain in order to help Paris out of the confines of his chair. "Move your hand," he all but demanded, reaching across Paris's lap to unhook the lobster-claw that kept him from sliding out easily.

Rolls:
1 - 6 (2): Stuck on the swings!
1 - 10 (6): Attacked by youma! Still stuck!

Leucite did not see the General at first, so caught up in his own energy gathering. By now he'd amassed a sizable pile of either unconscious or dead bodies against his fence, his latest victim - a cute if improperly clad brunette, was being completely drained by the Lt. Once he gathered all her energy, he let her slump to the ground, pocketing the orb.

He looked around for a new target, still keeping an eye out for senshi or any other order aligned people. He wasn't too worried about other Negaverse. There were plenty of victims to go around - and they could handle their own.

If she wasn't afraid of heights she was afraid of being high up, locked into a chair, and with youma coming at her. Shouting something, the words jumbled as she thrashed in her chair, she didn't care that she was rocking her seat horribly or that she was how high off the ground. All that mattered was the youma coming at her and the fact she was trapped! Jiggling the bar as she wriggled and thrashed in her seat.

As it came closer and she was sure she wouldn't get out of her seat in time, not that the idea of landing from his height was exactly safe, she did what she could. Grabbing her large hand bag, a nice good sized tote bag, and with a tight grip on the handles she took aim for the youma and swung. "Get away from me!" The last word drawn out as she shouted. The poor youma - subjected to the handbag to it's ghastly face and a screaming girl to hear. For whatever reason, whether it was the bag or her shouting, the thing took off. But she knew more would come. She needed to get free!

Maia managed to kick them youma off her, but she hadn't killed it. She could worry about that at the moment, as she tried to get her barring, holding tight to the spinning cup beside her and reaching in to scoop up the trembling child.

"Don't be scared, I've got you," she said clinging to the cups as she moved to try to find a way to get the child off without resorting to tossing her.

She didn't make it very far before the child in question screamed and she spun around just in time to block a strike from a youma that was behind her. The child clung tightly to her, so her chanced letting go to slam a fist into the youma head, effectively disorientating the beast. She stumbled but remained standing and quickly shifted the child to her back.

"Hold tight," she said throwing a kick at the youma that seemed to regain it's barrings and attack her once more. The kick connecting with its side and turning the beast to dust.

"Hang on, okay! I'm going to get you off of here," she assured the child to feel a nod against her back where the child currently clung.

Perhaps he was out of practice? That could be the only answer for this issue he seemed to be having. As he went to grab energy from another hapless civilian. Or perhaps it was the fact that someone had knocked the civilian out of his hold, but he should have kept a better hold on them. Growling softly the blond continued on his way, displeased with things at the moment.

He would get energy and see to it that Painite wasn't displeased with his work, he really didn't want to displease her when she was surely having so much fun. He had to wonder what she was up to over at the house of mirrors, no doubt causing trouble for as many people as she could.

Well, lets see if he couldn't do similar here.

Finally! He had managed to jump, duck, and avoid every bump car and get around other people who seemed to have the same issues he had. Out of the area and into the main mass of people the dark haired teen made for a place to get to so he could power up. As much as he didn't like this idea he also had to do something, there were too many people in need of help.

Looking around frantically for a place to power up he found a small area to duck behind and did just that. As soon as he'd powered up, really did the power up thing have to be so annoying and cheesy, he stepped out of his hiding place and went to set about doing his small part in this whole mess.