Hyperborea was a little surprised when Cyllene threw herself at her but if that was how she wanted to fight then Hyperborea was more than happy to oblige, after all grappling was a specialty of hers.
As she and the corrupt senshi slammed into the doors Hyperborea was grateful she knew how to take a fall. She let herself be pulled down and grabbed hold of the arm that had grabbed onto her.
From the ground she locked her legs around Cyllene's neck in a triangle choke. She hoped between the choke hold and her aspect the senshi would pass out quickly enough.
Sylent Nyte
Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 6:33 pm
It required the use of his arm floofs, but he quickly got the goddamned lavender scented granules out of his eyes so he could see what he needed to be doing. The fact that there was blood slowly dripping from his assaulted nostrils didn't phase him - a nose bleed was nothing to worry about right then. Umber was on the move and Aegir knew that's where his attention should be, not on Bolton or Eurydike...or even his Saturn!bro, Mont Blonc.
Aegir was moments from going after Umber, until the emptied detergent box bonked him on the head. It didn't really hurt, but it was a secondary annoyance when he was trying to do his goddamned job. Still. He only wiped his dripping nose on his dark sleeve and put a hand up to the two that had been accosted by detergent with him. "I've gotta go after tattoo-guy, he's seriously bad news--" If Monty wanted to come, he would be welcome, but the Super Senshi would have understood entirely if he stayed where he was.
Negaversers could teleport, he could not. But what he could do was run. And jump. Aegir was very good at jumping and he twisted away from Bolton so he could get a clear shot, jumping out of the fray and into the chase, pushing to catch up to the lieutenant as quickly as he could once he'd landed. "Get back here, you!" Naturally Umber didn't listen - the blond hadn't really though he would and had prepared himself for the eventuality. He summoned his magic on the fly and sent a single glowing rope after Umber, aiming to lasso him and stop his approach. "Golden Hush!" Maybe if he caught Umber, he could just bash his stupid head in? It worked last time, right?
shibrogane
*bonk* ! *fistshake*
frayedflower
u comin?
Strickenized
wait up brah, let's dance
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Aegir Golden Hush -- Single enemy directional whip-like attack that removes enemy's ability to produce any vocalizations for 15-30 seconds as well as causing strangulation. Should the whip-like "rope" of silence catch a weapon, it also has the ability to suppress said weapon's magical ability for the same amount of time.
Elsa was pretty well aware that his job here was to be the magical backup, which meant that neutralizing the unexpected traitor Corrupt was probably sort of his job. Or at least distracting him.
He could feel a Dark Mirror Eternal aura, and for a moment he stopped, and considered briefly declaring, as loudly as he could, that he had not called for whoever it was, this was not his fault, and he could not be held responsible for whatever they did. But he could just prove that with actions instead of words, right? 'If you ******** this up for me,' he thought, 'I will find a way to feed you to the monsters I'm sphered after, I swear to ********>
And that was the most consideration he was willing to pay his courtmate, for the moment. Instead, he moved for the Corrupt Senshi, and practically launched himself bodily at him. He needed exposed skin, and here all he had was face, neck, or chest- so he'd need some leverage to get a decent grip. There was no verbal warning or clever quip, just weight thrown in an effort to knock the red-haired Senshi off his feet and maybe divert from his swing at the General. Not that Elsa was super concerned with that, it wasn't his chain of command, but if he looked like he was doing something helpful for the Negaverse, hey, useful was useful.
Strickenized
Ivynian
Pixe Nyxie
NOTICED and reacted to with paranoia
Sleet Tempest Snape
proximity!
Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 8:09 pm
He's been busy with his attack aimed for the senshi they were to capture, too busy it seemed. He hadn't noticed the attack coming his way but it did grab his attention when something struck him in the back. It wasn't anything powerful, or overly painful, but there was a feeling stinging and wetness on his back as well as air. His uniform had surely been sliced, the only reason he could feel the air on his back. Whirling around, in a mass of dark fabrics and rustling noise, his back facing the short haired brunettes back, he found himself almost taking a hockey stick to the face from a corrupted.
"Really...now?" He questioned as he dropped his voice. His own weapon at his side, he'd had to duck the incoming hockey stick rather quickly. Kneeling, still, he slowly stood up as he kept his eyes on the corrupted who had tried to break his nose or something similar. "Have you no sense of self preservation?" He questioned gently, far too gently. He might have his rather disloyal feelings, and opinions, on certain matters of the Negaverse but this was a battle and for now those things were pushed aside.
It was behind the corrupted that he noted the dark mirror senshi who had been with he and Umbra and he felt a smile forming across his features as he watched the dark mirror senshi throw himself at the corrupted. He'd handle this one - here and now once Elsa was done with this misbehaving child of chaos. He was still a General and as easy going, and often times friendly, as he was he still had to once in awhile put his boot down and throw his rank and power about - this was a time to do so.
In the end it had been pretty easy to work out where to go as a voice echoed up - something about balls and running.
Even so the fight was in full swing by the time that Athene managed to reach the gymnasium itself.
Stepping onto the polished floor, Athene glanced around as quickly as he could, a part of him noting the additional Nega-auras.
A green-haired corrupt was fighting a black-haired senshi, a Lieutenant heading in their direction.
Athene wasn't sure if the black-haired senshi had spotted her though, hand reaching down to pick up one of the basketballs scattered around the floor before tossing it hard in the Lieutenant's direction.
It wasn't a full on intervention, particularly as he realised after he tossed the basketball that there was a Squire near to the senshi and the corrupt and from where he was standing the red-garbed man seemed to be aware of the fight going on.
He had to find the General.
Had the feeling that, wherever the General was, was where the op was centred around and by extension where the person who had set off the distress signal was.
He picked up another basketball as he tried to head towards where the General's aura blazed dark.
Sami-Fire
frayedflower
shibrogane
Athene sees you Bolton - have a basketball
Sleet Tempest Snape
he's heading in Beni's direction - it's been a while
Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 10:29 pm
Mintaka didn't have to see to know where the fight was, she could hear it escaping from the gymnasium.
As she rushed in, she could see full amount of panic. Knights and lieutenants and....
It was no surprise to see most engaged in battle. Corrupt senshi too, and was that- One lone dark mirror senshi.
Thinking more of the little one among their ranks tangled with the lieutenants, Mintaka engaged the only other aura that felt the same level as her. An eternal she had never really seen before on the side of order.
"Stop." She crossed in front of the smaller man, holding her arms out. "Do not engage them, pull the other knights out." She hurried to tell him, "Escape this before they hurt you." Please please please. Whatever they were engaging in here, let them for once. It could be a trap. Worse, it couldn't be and they would attempt to kill all involved.
There was satisfaction for about one hot second, seeing the general inundated with basketballs. But the little guy was wicked fast and the spear butt came regardless of the distraction. Sandrine fell backwards, rolled, and laid there as the world went whale song and wobbly. Body refused to answer commands for a few moments.
People are still here. There's a lot of fighting. I'm an easy target being a sack of potatoes here. My head. Tiny McStabs doesn't look THAT strong. Sheikh. They'll hurt him. The senshi of execution got up onto hands and knees, then managed up to kneeling. The general's attention was turned to some other senshi having a go at Ochre, but there were three of everything carouseling around. The side of Sandrine's skull felt hot and throbbing.
"By the Sword-" Blood congealed from the wrist swipe into a longsword and Sandrine hucked it at a guess of one of the generals that were all just one general. Wrong one proven as the blade clattered and dispersed back into magical blood in a swipe on the floor next to what was probably the Real McCoy Tiny McStabs.
Sleet Tempest Snape
Attacking, but its an autofail.
Strickenized
Noir Songbird
litian
Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 11:54 am
The question caught him off-guard.
Have you no sense of self-preservation?
Ochre hesitated, hockey stick still in hand, and his gaze shot to Sandrine temporarily. The general wasn't attacking him - not yet. The boy dodged the attack easily, which wasn't surprising. And in hindsight, his efforts looked entirely slanted toward suicidal, and if he hoped to make a difference in this battle somehow, then he clung to some seriously potent false hope. Both he and Sandrine were basic senshi, and even with his alignment to the Negaverse, he could not teleport. And truly, what else would've saved her?
But Ochre's thoughts jarred immensely when a Dark Mirror senshi struck him from behind. The force behind the attack banished the hockey stick from his hands, and unable to balance with the combined weight, fell to the ground in a heap of hair and clothes. "********," he muttered at the waxed floor while he tried to right himself. Turning, he caught glimpse of two-toned blue hair and sunset-colored eyes. Any hand angled toward his chest received immediate attention - he wasn't certain if anyone could simply pluck the gem displayed therein - but otherwise his attention still lingered between his attacker and Sandrine.
Run, he thought pleadingly. Don't be a moron, just run.
But Sandrine herself resorted to her own magic, and he watched in disappointment while the sword clattered uselessly.
xxx
Bolton proved proper entertainment for the group of Order that came through the doors. Umber paid them little heed; he bolted toward the now-disengaged blue and red senshi he knew to be Jack. It left him no easy shot when the General no longer directed his attention toward her. If she took notice from afar, she could send one of those blooded longswords his way - and what damage might that cause to a human, if it obliterates a youma?
Someone yelled from behind. It didn't matter. He urged himself to run faster - past the bleachers, a few feet from the equipment door stood his prize.
And then inertia nearly beheaded him when a lasso formed around his throat.
Umber skidded desperately to stay upright, which nearly failed him. for a moment, he was caught in an awkward balancing act while fingers worked to find the edge of the rope and pry it from throat. He coughed and struggled for breath, yet no noise made itself known. A quick glance backward confirmed the bearer of such thread - you again. Here to save another life? Or are you after revenge tactics? Fine, since I can't give chase like this.
Umber dropped hands from the lasso and started toward its owner, hoping that the slack would drop the golden strand from his neck and free him of it. If he could not engage Sandrine at this moment, then he needed to incapacitate the blonde. Dropping into a slide meant a shot at the malleoli, and severely hampered movement.
Athene had been expecting to experience opposition in his attempt to head towards the Nega-General, however he was not expecting to come in the form of the Dark Mirror senshi that stepped into his path and asked him to turn aside.
He recognised her for all that it was really Liryn that knew her rather than himself, then again it was hard not too given that their paths had crossed less than a month ago, a part of him finding it ironic that then as now that they were meeting in the middle of a Negaverse attack.
It was fleeting thought and he shook his head at her words, movement causing the beads braided into his hair the click softly against each other.
"I won't" he said quietly. "I can't."
He looked up into her red eyes wondering if she would understand "There was a call for help - I'm not going to turn my back on it." After all Athene was assuming that that was why she'd been at the theme park construction site last month - to help Chariklo.
He thought he heard the sound of voiced magic from further down the gymnasium and he narrowed his eyes slightly as he realised that it was coming from the same place as the General's aura.
"I have no quarrel with your Court" well at least on balance he'd like to think he didn't given that he was relatively friendly terms with Remarque and he and Ida currently had a former member crashing on their couch. There was also the little factor that one of his team mates was apparently dating a member of the Court.
"And I'm not expecting you to help us" because he was also aware that Order and the Dark Mirror Court stood on opposite sides of this war that they were all caught up in. A thread of frost touched his quiet voice "But nor am I going to turn my back on the senshi who's asked me - asked us - for help."
He sidestepped, one step then another, fully intending on stepping around her and continuing towards the General.
Pixie Nyxie
Sleet Tempest Snape
slight mention
Ivynian
slight mention
Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 4:13 pm
"Quick, go get her!" Glitnir shouted. He cast a quick glance over to where he felt the General aura coming from. There was a Dark Mirror (was that Mintaka?) standing in the way of an Eternal senshi. Though he wanted to assist the Eternal in taking down the General (and the Dark Mirror, if necessary), he also needed to make sure Cor Caroli didn't get completely wiped out by this Corrupt.
Cor Caroli hesitated, unsure of what to do. He wasn't really okay with hitting a girl, though this girl seemed entirely okay with hitting him. They couldn't proceed until this obstacle was cleared (assuming they didn't bump into fifty more people looking to stop them on the way), but he wasn't sure what he should do. Punch her? Tackle her?
"Hurry up, you're wasting my magic!" Glitnir said, feeling tempted to release the magic and just go on ahead anyway.
With a shout of frustration, Cor Caroli launched himself at the Corrupt, intending to tackle her and knock her down, possibly keep her pinned if he could. It would take some work, since he wasn't really that heavy for a guy, but he'd try.
With his back to the senshi, Sandrine, he hadn't noticed her attack aimed for him. Had he noticed he'd have sought to knock her out, to keep her from attempting any more attacks upon his person. As it was he was unaware of her attempt to attack him. His attention focused on the corrupted senshi, even as they were body tackled by Elsa.
Standing up he straightened himself before he bent and stared down at the corrupted senshi on the ground. "You should know better - attacking one on your own side. It would look bad if I were to let word of this out." The threat hung there, he didn't say he would let anyone else know of this treachery. "I was given orders to kill you...Elsa and I both were." The words trailed off as she stared at Elsa then. "Do with him as you please...I'll focus on the main target. Do try and not make a mess." He advised toe dark mirror senshi. He didn't care to kill one of his own but this one had attacked him, which was an unwise action, but he wasn't a fan of killing people; just immobilizing and rendering useless.
"You will, should your survive, answer to me why it is you see the need to defend this senshi." The words spoken down to the red haired senshi before he turned around to face Sandrine. "Now, it's time to deal with you." And he made to grab the senshi, his weapon vanishing for the moment as it would be in the way. He didn't want to risk injuring her by having his weapon out at the moment - too much chaos.
Katya had been looking for Ochre when she finally spotted him and it wasn't in a position she imagined she would find him in. A fight was one thing, that was to be expected, but she wasn't expecting to see him in the position he was in. Her General was there also but he was turning his attention to another, some senshi.
Bounding her way toward the pair she called out to the General. "Benitoite!" Huffing as she closed the distance between herself and them she stopped by his side and stared up at Benitoite than turned her gaze onto her corrupted senshi. "Finally I found you, Ochre." She said while taking note, finally, of the situation he was in. What had she missed? It seemed something big was going on between him and the blue haired...dark mirror, yes she remembered Benitoite telling her about them, but what and why?
Strickenized
Ivynian
Noir Songbird
(( Hope it's good. o.o() ))
Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 6:11 pm
Even if the arc of detergent was fuller and wider, Eurydike expected it more than he would have the first time around. It wasn't like he came away unfazed, but he had enough sense to snap his eyes shut when he saw the girl in the mask move, and he didn't dare breathe in.
This would have all been perfectly grand if he hadn't managed to stumble backwards while he was trying to shake himself free of the lavender smelling demon powder. He fell right over with a delightfully long and loud string of curses, especially since that's when his eyes opened and a torrent of burning swept in.
That just ******** figured, didn't it?
----
Why couldn't his pen be a water gag? - it would have been so very useful right now. Still, Mont Blonc pulled himself together for the sake of his friend and the rescue, forcing at least one red-rimmed yellow eye open to be able to see and follow the super senshi. The taste of lavender and cleaner clung to the inside of his mouth, and he spat at the ground to try and rid himself of it before he accidentally swallowed any traces of the stuff. He'd find some way to help; as little as a pen should help, it had proven more than once to be a resourceful little tool in a pinch. Besides, if Aegir said this tattoo guy was bad news, then he believed him without so much as batting an eye (wow that ended up ironic, just forget he said that).
Still, as though it were his first time seeing his Saturn bonded companion in action, Aegir never failed to impress him with the way he carried himself on the battlefield. Something Mont Blonc couldn't hope to compare to yet, not that he saw it as a competition or anything. - he knew he had to get better and fast, but he didn't envy Aegir or anything. Even if Mont Blonc did have that kind of natural talent...
He saw the lasso snag the lieutenant, and then saw the man go ahead and round back on the super senshi - Mont Blonc's eyes widened, and he moved faster than he expected, sweeping up a stray basketball to sling it as hard as he could at Aegir's assailant.
shibrogane
Ever get that not quite clean feelin'?
Syrie
Bro I am so there.
Strickenized
BAWLS?
She was too slow, damn the magic and what it did to her - even for such a short span, it was enough for him to be able to send her tumbling to the ground beneath him, her head smacking sharply against the sleek wooden floor with a crack.
-- luckily, it was one of the shells on her head that did the cracking, not her skull or anything vital like that. Didn't mean it hurt any less.
Still. The Amphitrite that had been before Laurelite had come along might have struggled, but probably would have ultimately faltered, not under the weight of the senshi above her, but the weight of her own insecurities and desperation. Now, it was less desperation and more sheer determination and vitriol that compelled her. Her eyes grew dark and wild as she all but hissed at him, spitting towards his face and kicking to try and gain pursue with her heels enough to kick something tender and make it hurt. Hell, given a chance and an inch of flesh, she wasn't above biting and tearing. "Get off of me!"
Colliding to the ground had Cyllene gasping for the breath that was knocked out of her. As she gasped, strong legs found their way around the Senshi's neck and the awful burning sensation came back, amplified by the fact that she couldn't breathe.
She could feel the room start to spin and the edges of her vision blurred. For a moment her black gloved hands grabbed at Hyperborea's legs in an attempt to loosen them, but to no avail. The more she struggled, the more the aspect of Cosmos hurt like a b***h. Instead of struggling against the hold, Cyllene raised her hands so the bases of her palms were touching and her arms raised over her head.
In a last ditch effort, the corrupt Senshi tried to call for her Super attack, but her voice mostly just croaked and nothing happened. She let out one last gasping breath before she realized that if she passed out she could die here- or worse, be captured much like the Negaverse had done to them months previous... And there wasn't a chance in hell she was going to go through that. Her hands desperately grabbed at the closest thing to her and she accidently pulled a switch that suddenly began dispensing balls of various sizes into the equipment room and into the open area of the gym. ... Which didn't help her in the least bit.
Instead of trying a second time to call upon her magic or wasting any more energy fighting and risking blacking out, Cyllene relaxed into the hold and teleported out of the gymnasium.
She would have to find that Squire for vengeance another time. When she was ready and able to truly fight back.
Everyone else, however, could enjoy her unleashing of balls.
Aurelius Ambrosius
THANK YOU FOR THIS I'M SORRY THAT CYLLENE IS THE WORST FIGHTER EVERRRRR
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BALLS. BALLS ERRYWHERE.
Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 8:07 pm
Elsa had practically thrown himself on top of the redheaded Corrupt - the necessity for skin-to-skin contact was already sort of frustrating, never mind with someone that had a reasonably practical uniform and not a lot of bare space.
So when the General bent down, he was already going to put his hand not on the Corrupt's chest, but his face - as good as any for leverage. His fingers twitched, but he waited, long enough for the General to finish speaking. He could let the dude have his speech, make his threats and bluster, that was just fine, as long as he got to do what he was actually here for and provide magical backup.
"Don't worry, Blondie, I got this," Elsa said, and then he pressed his hand down on the Corrupt's face. "Wendigo Creep!" He'd have to keep it in place for a few seconds, but the end result? Worth it.
Sailor Scout Attack: Wendigo Creep!
Elsa grabs an exposed part of one target's skin and speaks the name of his attack, and frostlike patterns begin to travel out from his hand. He must maintain his grip for five seconds, and if he does, the target begins to experience a cold chill, and hallucinate that there is a Wendigo stalking them, which comes with a creeping sensation of being hunted and the smell of rotting flesh. These effects last for thirty seconds total. Elsa can use this attack three times per battle.
Aegir gave a small cry of excitement as Umber was lassoed successfully and hauled back on the golden rope to further cause the lieutenant discomfort. He was quite pleased to have arrested Umber's movement, to have distracted him from the patriotically coloured brunette that was apparently the cause of all this.Ha! Got him! The blond stood there, tied to Umber and wondering suddenly a very important question: now what? The dark haired Negaverser was coming for him - his rope was no longer worthwhile to spend energy on, so he dropped it and the whole thing loosened and then broke apart into softly gleaming fragments and then nothing.
Umber's slide wouldn't have been impossible to dodge, but it was dangerous. That was okay though, Aegir wasn't phased by that sort of thing; in fact he was more than willing to charge towards the other man and perhaps pull another jump in order to avoid what could have been a crippling attack. But suddenly, there were balls. Balls everywhere and he had to dodge those as well as Umber's slide. Oh, and there was a basketball that went whizzing by his goddamned head and towards Umber, courtesy of Mont Blonc (though he didn't know that).
He didn't manage an attack Umber, sadly. Dodging caused him to land on one of the random roving balls Cyllene had dispensed and go crashing to the gymnasium floor with pain spiking through his ankle. Better not be broken ********> Aegir hissed in pain but tried pushing himself up, only to get bonked in the head with a goddamned soccer ball. "Man, I knew the Negaverse liked balls but this is ridiculous."
This was ******** annoying, Aegir wasn't amused by the way things were going. Not at all. Back up on his feet, he swayed a bit when trying to put weight on his right ankle but faced Umber once more, taking some measure of comfort from having Mont Blonc giving him a hand. Umber was seriously bad news and the senshi of silence wasn't willing to allow him to get his hands on the 'princess'.
frayedflower
Strickenized
You do not get to destroy his ankle, Umber. Sorry. Try again!
