Need. to. work. faster. Because the less youma, the more they could focus on the agents. My magic is too dangerous to just let loose with so many still around and how it would incapacitate civilians and other scouts to leave at the mercy of other combatants. Too many unknowns.
Thraen grit his teeth and kicked at the Youma's toothy face with his boot- at least it was somewhat armored by the greenwood that whorled along up the leg. The feral thing ashed with the blow, falling apart without another growl. "That'll....do it."
He followed his comment on Phact's rallying speech with a backhand swing. He had to give it to the little thing though- she had spunk. Taking a hit like that and then getting right back up and not losing focus on her intention to break down the doors, and then succeeding in freeing them up a bit, was impressive.
She's missing the point a little, though. The people are secondary. We're supposed to kill you, little one. You and the Court you come from that have shown themselves.
Lt. Titanlåvenite - 40hp
Sirene Naiads
still Attacking poor dove
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 4:08 pm
Now there's a pretty that's not yet playing with the wolves
Cpt. Schörl cut along, weaving through dashing civilians and slavering youma until she was near enough to summon her knout. It felt pleasantly weighted in the hand, and she let the sharp-laced thongs down to drag behind her a few steps. The youma took a nasty blow, and it probably wouldn't last long without help. But it did serve as a nice distraction to let the Captain have a clear approach in the blind zone that hood made.
Schörl whorled her weapon above her head, bringing the momentum and lashes down to strike onto the hooded senshi who was mangling one of their faithful helpers. "Try someone your own size, pet. Let the Youma have their fun."
Cpt. Schörl - 50 hp
Bluefire Dragonz
Attacking Super Ida
EDIT: I can spell/type 'her'
litian rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-10)
Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 4:09 pm
Arian had followed after Orah as she led the way over to Hunger Games booth. Despite the Con being pretty crowded, it wasn't long before both he and Orah came across the booth in question.
Gwen had been there with another girl, and although Arian had never met his friend's girlfriend he'd assumed that the girl dressed up in the yellow ball gown a la Beauty and the Beast style by her was the girlfriend that Gwen had mentioned.
He'd given both a slight, but friendly smile as he trailed Orah over the stand, finding himself surprisingly enjoying himself for all that this was his first convention.
At Gwen's request that he and Orah have a guess at who she and the girl by her were cosplaying, Arian had been about to suggest Beauty and the Beast when he'd been distracted by the announcement about the raffle drawing that had blared over the loudspeakers at that moment.
Unusued to Cons as he was, neither the guy announcing the draw northe way the prizes were piled up had particularly drawn Arian's attention, with him assuming that it was just the way that Con's did things.
The way that so many of the lucky prize winners seemed to be so tired as they collected their winnings however did draw his attention, a slight frown on his face at their odd zombie-seeming actions.
And then the winner of some sort of artbook collapsed on stage and it sunk in that something really wrong was going on.
Monsters pouring out of the stage just as the grand prize winner's name was being read out was the icing on the cake and Arian didn't need to hear the accented voice blaring out of the loudspeaker to realise that the Convention had just gone to hell.
His face was pale as he nodded at first Orah and then Gwen, relieved as the latter tugged her as yet unintroduced girlfriend with her and hoping that her girlfriend could manage to find somewhere to hide. He had no idea that Gwen's girlfriend also had a powered alter-ego or that they in fact knew each other from the Shepherds.
For his part Arian had ended up under an abandoned table, his alter-ego Athene who emerging only to end up almost scrambling into one of the rampaging youma.
Swinging out awkwardlyat the thing, he managed to deal it a glancing blow the thing yelping and bounding towards some senshi and Nega-people, Ida and what felt like a Nega-Captain one of them, as Athene chased after the thing.
Marlin had resigned himself to the fact that with the raffle drawing happening that he was probably going to have to wait until the drawing ended in order to get the bite to eat that he'd been hoping for.
Smiling ruefully at Castille, he turned around to focus on what was happening on the stage that had been revealed at the back of the convention centre and hoped that his stomach didn't start rumbling too badly.
He frowned at the way the prizes had been piled haphazardly on top of the tables, wondering if the organiser or organisers knew that the staff seemed to have just dumped them down any which way. Sure he wasn't an avid convention goer - not even close - but to his eye it looked sloppy and unprofessional as if someone who couldn't particularly care less had dumped them before moving onto other tasks.
Nor was he particularly impressed by the actual prize giving itself, with the person involved in picking tickets appearing to need some prompting to actually start drawing ticket.
Watching the first couple of prize winners absently, Marlin wondered how much longer it would go on, hoping that it wouldn't be too long since his stomach felt like it was grumbling up a storm.
It was after fourth 'winner' shuffling off the stage with their winnings that caught his attention as Marlin realised with a start that the three preceeding winners had shuffled off the stage the same way, looking as if they were exhausted.
He frowned, not able to make sense of why the prize winners all seemed to be so tired - the day's activities only went so far - this was a Con, not some sort of military boot camp.
By the time that the art book winner collapsed on stage with a thump, Marlin was well on the way to smelling a rat - although the youma monster things suddenly pouring from the stage during the announcement of the grand prize winner took him by surprise.
Looking at Castille and the queue-jumper attempting woman he said "We need to try and get out of here." Taking a few steps forward, he looked over at the turquoise-haired server and added "You should get out of here too" before slipping forward and away from the food booth, trying to find somewhere he could use to transform into his powered alter-ego.
He found it in an abandoned booth, as Falias sensing what Marlin could not - that the place seemed full of those of chaos - just like the Carnival had been.
He heard a nearby snarl of charging youma, realised that said youma was charging in his direction and grabbed some of the merchandise from the nearby table.
A rather thick book managed to connect with the thing, which snarled again and showed a set of entirely too sharp teeth.
Falias HP: 40/40 Random Youma HP: 70/100
Blue Eyed Melloon
Quoting you guys as you
Strickenized
were by the food booth with Marlin
LittleLilyKitty
when hell started breaking loose
Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 5:18 pm
Lily hadnt paid much attention to the raffle as she, her brother and Jessie were still wondering about together picking up little nicknacks and learning about mostly anime, which was something none of them really had any amount of time for. She did however immediately tune into the screens, youma pouring out from she didn't even know where and negaverse agents showing up on the scene. Sadly she wasn't surprised at all, especially after the carnival, this was the year for this sort of thing.
Lily looked around and looking a place to power up and making sure the coast was clear before she took off motioning for her brother and Jessie to follow. She ducked room off to the side, it looked like an electronics storage room and quickly powered up.
Sailor Maia now stood before her Shangri-la her brother having powered up as well. "Stay together as much as you can. Use what you've learned in your training. I'll try to stay close, but don't worry about me, keep an eye on each other."
Shangri-la frowned at his sister, "Maia, last time you ended up in the hospital ..."
"And this time you could. I know what I'm doing big bro and I promise I won't go to far, now lets not argue. Lives are at stake," she said heading out of the room.
Shang shook his head looking to Pompeii with a worried glance, "Lets try to keep an eye on her."
With a rush of energy from beneath a convention table, Sutai, Squire of Polaris came bouncing onto the scene, sparkles and all. Saddened by the fact that she had no time to stand around, announce herself and pose ridiculously, the squire saw both Tsui and Ida running past. Someone in purple and gold needed help! And what were defenders of justice for, really?
While Sutai didn't have much in the way of muscle or, really, bravery and sheer power, she did have the ability to channel magic. "Don't worry! We're here to help!" she cried, summoning her sextant and waiting for an opening in all the chaos to aim at a rainbow-haired Captain who was all too close to the sparkly senshi!
Magic
Sutai points her sextant at a target and a four foot radius around them becomes magnetically attuned to their starseed (magically). The target and anyone extremely close to them are slowed down as if they were extremely cold (if Chaos) or sped up to .5 times their normal speed (if Order). 40 seconds total magic pool. If another person is within 4' of the original target, the magic affects them as well, but only if they remain within the radius.
Bluefire Dragonz
elza magica
ChibiGingi
Quicksilver the Archangel
Aiming at Serpentine and
Strickenized
whatever Chaos characters are near him!
HP: 50
Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 5:33 pm
Ashleigh unlike many of the senshi running about, wasn't trying to slip away from her mom and power up, though it may have helped. She did not like that she was a senshi, nor did she like that this was shaping up to be the carnival all over again.
She looked to her friend and frowned, "we got to find a way to get out of here! These things are nasty. They showed up at the carnival during the summer and one threw me," she admitted to Abby.
Dee had a hand on each girl's shoulder looking around frantically, "Come on girl, stay close and we'll try to get out of one of the emergency exits." The words sound calm, although Dee was anything but, terrorist attacking yet again, she needed to get the girl out and find her husband and sons.
Ashleigh looked to her mom, then to Abby and pulled out her Fiona sword and gave a nod. She was ready, she would only power up, if she had to. She didn't think she could get away from her mom at the moment she didn't think.
Mel frowns as she lost Boaz in the crown thanks to the raffle contest, though what made her pale was the voice then suddenly the youma appearing. Cursing under her breath, she search in a frantic for the man she was just with. Getting hit by a few freaked out people, she shakes her head as she ducks under a table. She didn't have a choice at this point, she knew she had to power up and help.
Pulling out her pen, she spoke softly before her normal clothes were replaced by her fuku.
Super Serpentarius appeared from under the table, green eyes searching the crowd in hopes of finding the person she wanted to keep protected "Please be okay..." she chews on her lip, she moves through the crowd. She only stops when she hears a growl behind her.
Without look, she does a round house kick towards the youma face "I don't have time to deal with you ugly monsters!"
HP: 50 Youma: 80
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Cora couldn't believe what was happening, between the crowds taking off in run, then losing her boyfriend. She frowns before she spots the youma nearby. Great, they are even here?? She quickly looks around before ducking behind a booth just near the wall. catching her breath, she place her hand over her chest before her own attire shifted to her page form "Sorry Mathias, I'll come find you soon."
Slipping back into the scared crowd, Amenthes trying to make her way towards a nearby youma "Hey ugly, leave them alone!" with parasol in hand, she swings with everything she got towards the youma.
Was this punishment for accidentally skipping the line?
Sirsce watched in horror while black, monstrous entities rolled out of the stage, assaulting anyone in their path. She screamed, though she heard nothing above the sudden ensuing chaos. Even the voice on the loudspeaker sounded tinny and far away, and she couldn't possibly have picked out the voices of those around her. Nevertheless, Sirsce had a rudimentary grasp on her duties there, though given the situation... She doubted she would escape alive.
An entire sea of youma... She shuddered. Froze. Panicked.
However, when a stranger told her that she needed to try to leave, Sirsce finally forced herself to move her feet and ambled toward the nearest still-covered table. The construction paper worked well enough to obscure her visage, and in seconds, she assumed the identity of Leda. Now equipped with power adequate to begin dealing with the menace, she emerged from her haphazard hideaway.
Though she didn't get terribly far before a monstrous, eel-like youma ambushed her. It screeched wildly, but before she could consciously react to it, the beast collapsed into a pool of dust. She breathed a sigh, bent over in a huff, and thanked her lucky stars for the individual who took care of the youma in one fell swoop. It was nice to know that others were looking out for her - knights and senshi alike, though she didn't immediately see anyone dressed in the usual sailor attire.
And that was when she realized she disposed of the youma herself. With a tentative laugh, she dashed off toward the doors in hopes of assisting the others with unlocking the mechanism.
Adrian wasn't one to anticipate disaster, so when a seething mob of monsters emerged from behind him, he didn't stand a chance to save face. Rather than passing suavely into the crowd and maintaining his smooth visage, he admittedly yelped and fled into the masses to avoid becoming the first onstage casualty of the evening. He couldn't speak for his assistant, however, who disappeared promptly after the incident. Adrian didn't have much time to consider him, either.
Once his senses returned to him, Afrian took to the staff-only area, initially to remark with utter disdain that someone should've notified the raffle attendants before loosing youma about the place, but a voice over the loudspeaker informed him of more orders. He didn't recognize the voice, so he had no rank to place with it, but from what he understood basically anyone superseded him.
In accordance with his orders, Adrian instead assumed the visage of Adonis, cloaked in a skin-like sarong and strange dark bindings, before taking to the convention floor once more. He felt... out of place here, amongst all his peers, who took to the chaos in a much more natural fashion. Many an officer chose targets from the crowd, or attacked nearby senshi, but him? Adonis simply loitered in the doorway for a moment, before he was finally pushed aside by an exiting officer. Though he would've snapped at the man, rank aside, the jab caused him to realize he'd done little more than stare at the anarchy without even lifting a finger.
He may as well not even be there.
Finally Adonis urged himself to move, to choose a target, to avoid thinking, to attack. And thus, he located a senshi somewhat nearby, who quickly obliterated a smaller youma. It seemed a risky decision, but he previously warned himself not to think about it...
With a deep sigh, Adonis took off after the blonde and usurped a broken table leg from the floor, swinging it toward the back of the senshi's head.
He didn't have time to think of Medea. He couldn't stop to consider Buddingtonite's situation, how he left in sort of a daze, in search of the girl he wanted to recruit. And he certainly couldn't acknowledge the brazen captain who attacked him earlier, or taunt him for his inability to take action against him now.
The blow struck in full force to his back, sending him hurtling forward at a decent clip. The general let out a seething groan, the site of impact growing into a throbbing pain as the jolt of adrenaline faded. Pain sprawled down his spine, threatened his legs, temporarily paralyzed his arms. He couldn't move. It took precious moments, what felt like hours, before mobility finally returned to his bones. Slowly he righted himself, despite the injury, and rounded on her.
And he approached.
But Bischofite did not run. He did not jog. He did not advance at an urgent clip.
He walked.
And he walked because the youma boiled around him. Various fights broken into all-out brawls raged between them. Civilians scampered desperately behind them. But he did not walk for long, for that would be folly - in so many wasted seconds, the Tiger senshi would certainly land another hit, or receive backup from the various other lurking Court cultists. But he understood the gravity of his situation, of his endeavors here.
So he teleported.
And in the breath of an instant, now behind the girl in question, Bischofite lashed out at her with a brandished chakram - aiming directly for her arm.
Because if he could cripple her, then things would become far more interesting.
Lt. Dolomite grinned happily, and then, scanned the crowd. There were more senshi than he had thought, something that didn't please him. On the other hand... perhaps this place had surveillance cameras, and maybe they'd be able to get footage of some of them transforming. He'd have to bring it up once this thing was over.
He swung his weapon several times, making sure that he had it balanced, and then jumped back into the fray. He had spotted Amenthes attacking one of the youma, and that just wouldn't do.
He darted through the crowd, and then swung his weapon at her. "Nice umbrella."
