Ida heard the voice first, then flowers suddenly bloomed around her feet and she hissed as she spun towards the source. She recognized this magic... There.
It was the blue haired ascended. Monster... Abomination! The feel of his aura against her senses set them alight with rejection, her stomach crawling with the horrid feel of it once more. He was everything that was wrong with the Negaverse... His once beautiful planet given over to the darkness and decay... She felt the connection with her planet surge with her anger and her wings flared outwards to greet Kerberos.
"You haven't won yet." Ida hissed as she felt the magic take her, struggling as the already heavy grief crashed down on her heavier than ever, enhanced artificially. Even though she knew it wasn't real, it was so hard to bear... She wanted to fall to her knees, crumple into a pile, and never move again... but this was still a fight. Duty would not release her... even as the image of her beloved sister appeared before her. Ida's breath rasped in her throat at the sight... Bohlinia laid out limp on the ground, her skin pale and her eyes glazed over in a death's stare. One of the last of the people she loved, dead on the ground...
Illusion. Deceit. Ignore it! The princess dragged her eyes away from the sight as she searched for the source again, her hands clenched at her sides as she forced herself to remain standing despite the tears unconsciously spilling from her furious, dark eyes. "Fight me, coward!"
Songstress Kitsune
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2014 9:10 pm
The voice he heard proved ubiquitous; scanning the crowds offered no indication of who spoke. Cocking his head while he surveyed the officers around him, he only caught a hint when he discovered another ascended senshi looking directly at him.
Adonis smiled. He felt his face crack. A pair of skinglass fingers reached to touch the divide, lightly, tracing the edges without so much as a tinge of fear or derision toward fracturing his most prized possession.
You're talking to me.
Afterward a hush fell over the din of victory, dampening the sounds of celebration to a strange otherrealm shared only by his brethren, the ascended. There he lingered, statuesque, while he reached far for some sign of life for the rest of their kind. Surely enough, he recognized one signature after another as supernovae spread across the scene. They shone brightly as their own dying stars among the thick miasma of chaotic energy.
An equally maddening bloom of flame ringed the celebration, tainting the air from cries of joy to rage and betrayal - fear and confusion. The senshi now stood among them, knights alongside, transforming one after another to set upon the gathering of the Negaverse's strongest and finest who only just survived the fray from not long before. Their presence stirred little more than a mechanical hunger in his chest, for chaos hollowed out what remained of his petty rage, his derision.
His mind lingered on the ascended who greeted him, and when the lot of the officers disbanded from their earlier gathering to engage targets, Adonis found himself lost amidst swaths of weapons and cloth while he tried to navigate toward a proper target. But as the battles ensued, broken into skirmishes, he found enough ground here and there for sporadic teleports toward Kerberos' location, and surely enough, he reached it in time to watch a stunted field of flowers bloom all about him. Long years of experience warned to avoid assuming the best of ally magics.
It's dangerous, isn't it? He asked without words, only to receive an affirmative answer nigh immediately.
Very well.
Adonis long since abandoned the pomp and circumstance in his earlier battle introductions, preferring to cut straight to the point. He approached the gathering of senshi - one eternal with a transcended princess and a dark mirror princess - and spread his arms in kind, opposite Kerberos and hemming the edge of his magics. "Reflection of Adonis," he responded abruptly, and a pool of mirrored water drew out from his form.
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Eternal Sailor Attack: Reflection of Adonis Range: 30 feet diameter, Adonis as epicenter Duration: 30 seconds Number of uses: 1 Number of targets: varies A illusory pool of water spreads out from where Adonis stands. Anyone who is touched by this water and looks at it will see a reflection of a horrific, twisted monstrosity (think Silent Hill monster) and will therefore look the part to themselves and anyone else around. They will suffer some measure of the pain of having their body mutated so grotesquely, and any hindrances from becoming so malformed. The water will dissipate after ten seconds, but anyone who looked into it will continue shambling along in their restricted, disgusting form for thirty seconds. This attack can be avoided if one either a) does not look into the water or b) stays out of the water.
After the ambush, after running away, Danika had ran away again. Losing more people, more of her brethren, had made her turn to a coward. She hadn't wanted to face the others, explain how they'd ******** up. She didn't know how to say they'd lost Kairatos, not to Ashur or Valhalla. She'd ran to her wonder, her city, utilizing the energy it drained as an excuse to remain among the Martian soil and stone, keeping her eyes from ever rising above the city walls.
She'd returned to hear the news. The loss. The ambush. The lives lost were listed to her, and Themiscyra had stood stiff as the red stone she'd left behind. Friends, some of her own blood family--Ashur's own family, two children she'd all but called her own at that point. Knights she'd fought beside. Senshi she'd called allies. All while she'd been hiding on Mars.
When the call came out to transform, Danika had come knowing what she was throwing away. She'd done little to disguise herself, though had kept her hood low and face down. Her identity getting out had cost her mother her life. It was only her prayer now this would be the last time she'd need to show her face in this city. One last time. Mars. They called you the god of war. Grant me that. One last time. The glowing flame markings darted across her flesh, and Themiscyra gripped her chain whip as she'd gone for the nearest Lieutenant. A girl not much younger than she'd been when she'd awoken. Easy enough to catch around the throat with the chain from a distance, hold tight. She'd caught a flash of blue and metal, of blood and, perhaps--perhaps it was merely wishful thinking, perhaps only a trick of the eye--a movement of wind. She caught the sight of Andronicus striking through another agent, and the sight did nothing to her but made her smile. Grim. Accepting. She had her sister back, even if her aura told her otherwise.
The Lieutenant locked in her chain struggled, tried to step towards her to loosen the choke hold, but she only succeeded in shortening the distance the Knight needed to cross to slam her armored fist into the young woman's temple. The sickening crack and crunch as this action was repeated when the woman's head hit the ground was all she needed before she stood and moved on. Small fry. Nothing to waste her time on.
The Transcended Knight of Mars knew what this battle would bring. But if it could bring her family just a little more time to escape, to hopefully find peace elsewere... she was ok with that.
I'll find you in the next life, she'd told her father and friends. Her only regret was not speaking those words to others before she'd turned to such a coward.
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Themiscyra is open for battle! Looking for someone to kill her, maybe let her get in some good hits herself to them; but whomever it is will also then have to deal with Rogue General Andronicus and potentially Knight Ashur.
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Just so you know she's in, if you decide to jump in
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For whenever you want to throw Ashur in <3
The attack on the Resistance had been... far more enthusiastic to him than this mess. The gatherings always annoyed him, grated on him. Made him twitch and grit his teeth and count the seconds till he could leave without causing himself a headache for a later date. He'd long lost the desire to socialize, to blend in or even to stand out amongst a crowd. He simply didn't want the crowd to exist. The attack had been more his passion, more his... style. He'd gone after senshi without hesitance or qualm. Now he stood, void of the blood his uniform and blades had sported. But he was almost... almost, pleased. Parties such as this meant bars would turn over their stock for free. He was anticipating a fine evening in that regard, enjoying one of the few things that seemed to remain within his life since the Negaverse.
The feathers on his uniform lifted slightly with his movement. He felt, for a brief moment, as if they all ruffled, agitated and distressed and anxious for movement--or perhaps that was only the flash within his mind as the sudden influx of Order signatures shattered the gathering around them.
He'd been standing far as he could from some of their cracked, disfigured senshi. He'd watched as citizens melted into powered garb. Some faces he thought he recognized from posters, others perhaps from the streets. He couldn't be sure. He didn't really care. They stood amongst the citizens, so close to the leaders of the Negaverse whose power far surpassed the majority of the ranks Order obtained. General Seraphinite almost smiled as he summoned the jagged twin blades to his hands, feathers of metal glinting in the light as he took in the gathered foes. Already fighting, already drawing blood.
He wasn't sure what drew his pale eyes to that location, but symbols through the air, joined by fire, had perhaps been the cause. He watched, vaguely.... surprised, to feel he should find those sigils familiar. The General wasted little time, teleporting close enough that he might get a better look at the senshi, but intending to keep himself out of range. Dark Mirror. Still a senshi. Never had he comprehended the purpose of the Negaverse humoring them. "You have picked a poor time to transform, Dark Mirror Senshi," he called evenly to the woman, taking note of her fiery colors and symbols. His own white feathers and seraphinite green stood in stark contrast to her black and reds. He was aware one of their royals was fighting against the Negaverse. Perfect. More to take down. "Power down and leave, and your life will remain yours. Assuming you are capable of running fast enough." The massive man looked down at the woman, waiting. Hoping, in fact, she would have a personality befitting her appearance. What a shame it would be, to see such a garbed woman and watch her run tail tucked between her legs.
Songstress Kitsune
What's a lady like you doing in a hell like this~
Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2014 9:46 pm
Mimisbrunnr was a cold beacon of focus, spreading her magic about - a few seconds here, a few there, from one target to the other, sending Lieutenants screaming with the touch of horrible, cosmic knowing.
Someone called out to her, and she turned, releasing her magic - and she raised her eyebrows. The Mars Squire in front of her was totally unfamiliar, but she wouldn't turn down an ally.
"Alright then, let's do this," she said. "Mimisbrunnr of Mercury." Her introduction was short, because really there wasn't a lot of time.
Sami-Fire
A chill ran up Asmodeus's spine when the General approached. She was, the Eternal would admit only to herself, a little afraid of the Negaverse - afraid of their deadly weapons and the power they wielded. But she would never let her fear show. All it did was empower them, let them think they could defeat her by presence alone.
And so she greeted him, not with a shiver or a shake, but with a confident smirk. He was much taller than her, but that was just fine, most of her enemies were, and she had the small but present advantage of her magic being a potential surprise.
"Oh, go to hell," she sneered, "in fact, why don't I send you there? Hurl Through Hell!" It was her strongest attack, but if she was going to spend it on anyone, it might as well be a General. And hell, maybe it'd work as an intimidation factor for any of the other Negas who saw what happened.
The fiery scythe of her magic appeared in her hands, and she slammed it on the ground.
Hurl Through Hell!
Sailor Asmodeus closes her eyes, reaches out as if grasping a polearm, and speaks the name of her attack. A scythe that appears to be made of fire appears in her hands, and she slams it on the ground in the direction of one target. Cracks appear on the ground between her and them, opening up into a fiery abyss into which the target "falls." This is an illusion perceived by everyone within eyesight of Asmodeus and the target. The illusion persists for ten seconds, at which point the target "reappears," suffering the pain of third-degree burns without the physical damage. The target themself perceives the experience as falling through a blazing inferno. This pain lingers for another thirty seconds. (So in primary and secondary effects, the attack lasts forty seconds total.) Asmodeus can use this attack once per battle.
The magic had been his opening salvo, Athene moving even as the Nega-officers around him reacted to his magic. His Prince magic was the strongest and most offensive magic he had, but he'd prepared in the form of the small kit that he or rather Arian had brought with him.
Two kitchen knives and a shiv that he'd made by combining a pencil and razor blade.
The shiv wasn't for the enemy though - it was for him - for the very end when he could no longer fight.
Athene knew that kitchen knives weren't going to do much against more than a Lieutenant's weapon, so when he saw the nearby post he moved towards it, swiping out viciously at the officers in between him and it with one of the knives that he'd palmed.
Someone had run some sort of banner up the post, but it was perfect for his needs.
Powered strength meant that the post easily snapped and after breaking it again into something more comfortable for his use he had a nice makeshift pole. One that he didn't hesitate in making good use off as he swung out at an officer that charged him before using the rough end to shove out at another.
Athene knew that this was his last battle, had long made his peace with the fact that he wouldn't be walking away from this one - and was determined therefore to fight as hard as he could.
Another person charged and he swung, heard wood crack savagely against flesh.
He would keep fighting until the very end.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 7:41 am
Gigi went as herself to the party, in a pretty pastel dress, with red-brown curls forced back into their unkempt pigtails. There was a cat hidden in her handbag, but nobody seemed to notice yet. A lot of things didn’t matter today, secrecy and safety had both been suspended. She moved through the crowd like it was just people, smiling at the decorations while the enemy mingled all around her.
What a lovely funeral they’ve thrown for us, she thought, catching confetti in her palm.
They’d made a plan. Gigi liked plans. And even if the plan worked, there wasn’t really a way they could do this and not look like the bad guys. But if history was going to remember them as terrorists, she should get on with it and make it count. She set down her handbag under a table, and collected a folding chair, the metal kind, from the seats that had been set out for the partygoers.
The call came. Sailor Subamara lit up, and rejoiced in just how many of her friends were here around her. They said it was better to die peacefully surrounded by the people you loved. She had the people. She needed to fight for the peace.
A startled lieutenant spun around beside her when she henshinned, dropping his drink. The Super Senshi of Coffee offered him a jaunty salute.
“Hi, I’d like to End Fear. I know there’s a hotline, but I thought I’d come for the source.”
Then she hit him with the chair. Probably not fatally, but unconscious agents couldn’t teleport, surely? Either way, she didn’t have time to focus on just one opponent. Aiming for those already doubled over or disoriented by her more powerful allies’ attacks, Subamara pushed into the fray, swinging wild circles with her makeshift weapon.
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Tomlin scrambled out of the handbag and under the tables to watch for the signal. He was still battered from the earlier invasion of the camp, and maybe needed to rethink his strategy, but there wasn’t a soul in the world that could keep him away. He would leave here with his senshi victorious, or die at their side.
Still it wasn’t easy to watch them powering up for what they all knew was a final performance. It hurt. And he wished it could be any other way, or at least that he wouldn’t have to see the faces of the fallen as they faded, because he wasn’t strong enough, and they deserved so much more than this as an ending. They are lights that can’t go out, he told himself, but it brought little comfort.
He lurked under cover of the tablecloths, ready to lash out and trip any enemies that came within reach. He figured it was the best he could do until he saw a cat-sized opening in the battlefield.
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Subamara and Tomlin are available for battles and interactions. They are both low-powered, and I'm okay with death/other bad things happening to them.
None could say he didn't get exactly what he'd asked for. The corner of his mouth had twitched when the woman snapped back at him. He'd gotten the fight he'd wanted. Her threat had at first only been met with amusement. Until she began to use her magic. He'd expected flames. The scythe was new.
The ground shattering beneath his feet was equally new.
Seraphinite hadn't exactly been anticipating the sudden drop, the fiery chasm rising to meet him. Flames licked at his boots and uniform, and the General let out a roar at the sensation of fire streaking across exposed flesh. How badly had he misjudged this senshi? It's what he deserved for not just killing the demon at first sight, a voice nagged in his skull. Demon. Fitting description.
Gritting his teeth against the pain, not finding a purchase or set direction--was he even still facing the way before the fires consumed him? He couldn't even tell--the General did one of the few things that made sense in his pain addled mind. He swung outward with his blades, a vague wonder if he could slice through this inferno. Not that he could keep his eyes open long to see.
But when slicing the flames did nothing, he figured what the hell. And Seraphinite did the next thing he could think of. He threw one blade straight ahead, pulling it from his side till his arm was fully extended, hoping the weapon would travel far enough to hit a proper mark. Seconds later, the second flew outward, again straight out. It wasn't like he wasn't already defenseless without being able to see anything but these abysmal flames. One benefit to his weapons: he could summon them back.
Songstress Kitsune
Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 12:48 pm
Seireitei had been sticking to the small fries. The ones more new than her. She had been taking them out or trying to convince them to fight for Order not Chaos. Some were easy to bend because they either knew the Negaverse was evil and secretly opposed them or they were weak inside, easy to manipulate. At this point, she had no sympathy for them. Things like morals and values had no place in this battle. She would show no mercy as they had showed no mercy to her friends that fateful day at the camp. Tears streaked down her face as she took out those that opposed her.
With gritted teeth, she finally started looking for someone that would be a challenge because those were the ones they needed to take out. She was pretty damned sure that without leadership, the cattle of the Negaverse would be easy to herd. It was hectic just like the last time but this time they had come prepared, ready for the sacrifice. "Come get me you ******** Nega scum!"
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Seireitei is looking for a fight! Sadly, she has to die by the end of this. So I'd love some drama and a** kicking before she goes down. Also, an epic death!!!
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 1:03 pm
She walked over to Themi and gave a smile as the agent in her chain went slack. It was refreshing, so refreshing, to be on her side again. The Rogue General looked around at the crowd. Very much suicide here. But hey, at least she was with her sister, eh?
"Welcome home, sister," she said softly. Everyone ran from something at some point. Andronicus had run from death, had run from her family. It wasn't something to be ashamed of, especially not now. "Ready to kick some a**?"
Too much was at stake really to be ashamed of anything anymore.
Kaefaux
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General Jarosite popped up behind the Senshi of Coffee as she swung her chair around. Effective, but rather annoying. This whole thing was a futile effort really, but it was cute attempt. Adorable, at best.
"You seem to be far from home, little one," he said to get her attention. The idea? Have her turn around and get a face full of fist. What probably would happen? Have senshi magic dumped in his face and he'd get to chase her around. He would work with both.
LokisRose
Hai!
Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 5:49 pm
By the shape of her magic, the senshi's sphere must be something egg-related. No matter. Whatever form magic took, whatever sphere they called on for power, all Senshi had the same fatal weakness of any other person.
As the egg rose into the sky, Shadeite took a step and blinked out of existance, reappearing to finish the motion a pace behind the girl in orange and cream. Reaching for her ring, the blue-haired woman tugged the rose free and with it came an unspooling length of wire that caught the light. The wire was wrapped around each hand and Shadeite stepped forward to drop it over the senshi's head and pull it tight around her throat.
"If was foolish to come here." The General-Queen said as she pulled the wire tight and braced for a struggle. "However, you have saved me the trouble of hunting you down. Thank you."
It was a lot of speech, coming from the usually stoic Sovereign. She would leave a trail of corpses behind her today, and be pleased with a job well done.
“Neither,” she paused staring at the celebration down below. “If anything I'm disappointed my former mentor took so long to arrive. Had he’d arrived sooner I could have dealt with him properly.”
Just as Kazenite stood up and turned her back to the jubilant streets she froze. There along the edges of her furthest aura senses she felt it: and Order signature. It lingered moment like a flickering candlelight amongst a sea of chaos till more appeared like stars in the ever darkening sky. “It’s time” she said more so to herself. Exactly how she had predicted merely moments ago.
Sirene Naiads
Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 7:04 pm
Red eyes moved closer to the edge of the building as she picked them up as well. Her old side. A side she had left not that long ago but already felt no remorse about the side change. In reality, she wondered why she never left before. “I am surprised it took them this long.”Phact glanced back at her mistress and smiled. “I do believe he will be sure to be among them and you will have your chance again. That is unless he feels too inclined to protect his little pet.” A raise of her hand to her eye was Phact’s remembering. That woman who was with Benitotie. Her body had reacted and cried. Why had she drawn such a reaction? Phact was interested if she would see that woman again.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 7:06 pm
It was no longer the time to sit around and wait, the previous battle may have been won but the final battle had just begun. “Xyla. I want you to go with Phact and survey the streets. Do not engage in any of these trivial battles.” The tone in her voice carried an absolute command, to offer up objections would be most unwise.
Kazenite then looked over to her pristine black dove making sure she understood the orders; unlike Sherwood who foolishly overstepped her simple instructions, a memory that forced her to mentally roll her eyes. “I want you two to locate Benitoite. There are only a handful of us Kings and Queens, he shouldn’t be too difficult to find.”
With that last order given the teal haired woman summoned her sword and with a flick of her wrist opened it up into the intricate yet deadly bow-blade each recurved edge sharpened from the edge of it’s original shape. “I’ll remain here for the time being.” It was not out of cowardice she chose to remain put rather from her perch she could clearly see the immediate fight and render aid more effectively till a signal was given, or Phact returned with Xyla, and her own personal fight began.
The guardian cat jumped from her perch and trotted over to Phact’s side, head bumping her ankle to get the senshi’s attention. She knew better than to object and was wise enough to understand her obligations without Kaze having to spell it out. She was to dampen the Senshi of Dove’s signature as she had so many times in the past few weeks; even longer in the case of her General Queen.
Sirene Naiads
Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 7:14 pm
It was Sailor Phact’s raised eyebrow that was her only questioning statement to her mistress’s order. She knew the reason Kazenite felt she had to be crystal clear but Phact was reminding her in a subtle way where her loyalties completely laid. Quick bow to her mistress and Phact dropped her her knees allowing Xyla to take her pick of arms or shoulder. “I will send a dove skyward when I locate him. I do not expect he will be on the front line.”
Of course the feline jumped into her arms and Phact pulled her close as Xyla’s ability went to work. Moving to the otherside of the roof, Phact stepped onto the ledge and looked back. “Happy Shooting.” She smiled before the two jumped off. Phact could teleport now but there was no replacing the feeling of flying her wings loved so much. Though the nails digging into her arm said Xyla disagreed.
Holding onto her gently, the pair moved over the roof tops gazing around for that familiar blonde mop they knew so well. “If I were a General King Traitor, where would I be lurking …..”
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 7:20 pm
Displeased by the sudden drops, Xyla narrowed her eyes at Phact; pupils mere slits amongst a sea of yellow-gold. “Unless he’s already engaged in a fight he would be a fool to power up just yet.” He would stand out too much to and become an easy target. “Unlike you senshi and your royals who can hide as eternals, generals and knights share no such luxury.” That is save for Kazenite but that’s only thanks to my help.
Sirene Naiads
hold onto her love
Sleet Tempest Snape
where oh where are you :>
No sooner than when the black tail feathers of the senshi’s fuku disappear over the edge of the building did Kazenite resume her position and raise her bow. She would wait for Phact’s signal, in the mean time there were order waiting to be shot at.
With strength and concentration she pulled back the taught bow string and rested the pads of her fingers against the edge of her mouth as teal-blue eyes scanned the ground below before fixing her gaze upon a Knight of Polaris. Such fancy yet warm attire decorated with way too many crystals. Perhaps she would procure those accessories from the females’ dead body to decorate her weapon handle with.
Prey in sight Kazenite released the bow string sending a wind arrow at her target below all the while pulling the string back for round two.
Weapon: Bow Blade - For all intents and purposes, most would be fully convinced that all she has is an intricate blade. When she swings it and if she misses there is a tail-wind gust of air that follows the blade arch. It can send loose debris away from her towards the individual. If they are unprepared for this gust it can knock them over / off balance. However, if a target tries to flee she can open the blade up down the seam into a bow that uses wind arrows. Once an arrow is fired, if it misses, there is a tail-wind gust like when she swings the blade at close range that again can kick up debris and knock a person off balance or cause them to stumble / fall over. She cannot shot multiple arrows, only one at a time.
