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 Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 10:06 pm
Umber / HP: 120 Umber loosed a strained sigh when Aurostibite joined the pair and confirmed that Mintaka still remained on the train. Fortunately Aurostibite kept his cool about it where other officers might panic concerning their loved ones. "We have to dismantle the youma," Umber stated, and felt somewhat obvious about it. "But there aren't a lot of tools at our disposal. I have studded knuckles - I doubt I'd keep my arm if I tried to punch the train. And there's not a lot for us to use, either. Jarosite's guitar case, personal belongings from senshi..." Umber stalled in admitting the sole choice that came to mind, but he quickly ran out of options.
"Yes, it's alive," he shot to Elsa. The organics on it looked very much alive in how they moved and contracted.
"If we want our officers back, we need to make use of magic. Their magic," he returned with a jerk of head toward the senshi cluster. And from the sound of it, the White Moon already started working together and problem solving to cease the train.
And Xenotime's reaction left him defensive. Umber gritted teeth before he spoke. "Whatever attracted youma to that train escaped my recognition. I understand this. But I was not in charge of setting up this mission." Surely his general understood this. However, insult came with injury when a super senshi cropped up in a manner most informal and unusual by clapping Xenotime on the a**. Having never seen this man before, he wondered exactly how well they knew each other.
But that time to wonder cut short with a fetid blast from the train, the spray stinging his features like a fire hose The wince remained when he felt the thick, wet globules detach themselves from clothing and strike the ground. Umber wasted no time in losing his jacket and shirt to eliminate some of the mess. It burned, whatever it was, and felt as though he might bruise from the pressure blast.
"There have to be smokers out there. Find a lighter. That senshi in green..." He paused a moment when he recognized her, then pushed it from his mind. "That senshi in green has the start of an idea, but we need to stop her before she dumps all the trash. Light the contents of one of those barrels on fire and you can throw it at the train. Better if you can throw gasoline on it first." Except he was fairly certain that flammable liquids were prohibited for taking on the train. "But we can't just stand around talking about it."
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 10:14 pm
Captain Amethyst (HP: 140 - 20 = 120)
... what the hell was that?
Amethyst stared and gaped at the sight of what was once likely to be a train as Deadhead sped past and left everything on the platform covered in the rancid, sticky fluid that it spewed in its wake. Gagging at the stench that was way worse than garbage that had been left out in the open for more than a week, the Captain quickly shut his mouth and lifted his remaining free hand to cover both his nose and mouth. "Caramelita. Is everything alright? Report with your status."
He sent back to the Lieutenant over the communication crystal before lowering it, though not putting it away just yet until the good Lieutenant had responded. Turning at the hand that made contact with his shoulder, Amethyst allowed himself to relax a little when he saw who it was. "Okie. But out of where?" He started towards the office that the other Captain had pointed to. Leucite was right. They needed to regroup then devise a plan to get their own out.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 10:35 pm
Xenotime HP - 160Umber's tone earned him a look of surprise before she gave a small shake of her head. "I know it wasn't y-" Any reassurances she might have offered cut off abruptly when she felt a large palm smack soundly across her a** before offering a friendly grope, and the general had to pause, take a moment to count to three, before turning slowly to face the culprit. It was Typhoon, of course, because who else would it have been in the middle of a crisis? Her initial expression was one of barely contained rage, but his question had violet brows rising as a a completely unamused smile split across her lips. It had been years since she'd seen him last. Years since this sort of behavior had been acceptable. She'd thought perhaps he had died, but there he was, suddenly there again, and for him, nothing seemed to have changed. Without so much as a word the general lashed out,burying the knuckles of one small hand deep into his gut, enough to send him reeling, and when he bend she'd grab a handful of that long long hair to draw him up so they were face to face. "I will deal with you later." There was a very real threat in the purr of her voice. "But for now, all your attention is to be focused on stopping that train. Do I make myself clear?" He wouldn't get a chance to answer. The train was making a second pass along the platform, and this time it had want to retaliate. Foul, burning liquid coated the lot of them from head to toe, and Xenotime could feel her hands trembling as she shoved Typhon away from her. Freeing up her hands to scoop the mix of goo and human remains from her eyes and face with a disgruntled hiss. "Do as Umber says!" She shouted at him, furious now, and dug a hand into her pouch to retrieve the lighter she had taken to keeping there, thrusting it into the poor Super's hands. In all the commotion she'd damned near missed Ashanite's reply, belatedly er mind registered what he'd said. Good, he was alive and working to stop the thing from the inside. strickenizedxx Shirtless o'clock is best time of day
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 10:55 pm
Typhon HP: 140HP - 20 HP from spray - 5 HP from punch - 5 HP from burn = 110HPAfter groping the a** of his commanding officer, Typhon expected several outcomes: 1) She would drop to her knees right there, because he's just that drop-down gorgeous. 2) She would leap onto him, and they would make out, then ******** passionately in front of everyone. 3) She would grope him back, because of course. But he did not expect to get punched in the gut with spiked knuckles. As she then gripped his hair and pulled his face up, then barked orders at him, he could tell she was not the same permanently-fun-loving Xenotime he once fooled around with. This woman was dominating. This woman was even hotter. Aside from the potentially broken ribs she gave him. She forced a lighter into his hand before shooing him along to another hot Negaverse agent, a Captain Umber, who had just ripped off his shirt, as if for Typhon's own pleasure. "Hot?" he teased and winked at the captain suggestively before getting down to actual, non-monkey, business. He flipped the lighter around in his hand before creating a spark. "Time to burn some s**t." He rushed over to a trash can and used the lighter to set it ablaze. It wasn't going to work without some gasoline or booze - aha! He felt like mother ******** Heisenberg as he rushed to pick up his flask that he had placed down earlier when he went to take a piss, and hurried back to the trash can. It was straight Everclear, high-proof alcohol that tasted like s**t, but got the job done. He poured some over the trash and lit a fire, poof, setting it to flame. The fire startled him, and his cuff and arm faced a burn in response. Frustrated, he kicked the flaming trash as hard as he could towards the train. "Did you see that badass move? That earns me at least a blow job," he shouted over to Xenotime and Umber (a total stranger, truly), or to whoever was listening and/or willing.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 10:57 pm
Half-Youma General Cinnabar - HP: 180Once Aquamarine and Jet were safely on their way into the hospital, Cinnabar gathered herself and concentrated on the subway station as she remembered it, the starseed singing in her veins giving her the energy she needed to teleport once again. There would not be too many more of these in her future... not if she didn't want to eat up all of the starseeds she'd gathered. So much for the purpose of this operation, then.
Black and red boots sank into goop and slop when the half youma landed in the subway and immediately she grimaced, arching her tail up well away from it as she shifted where she stood.
"God damn it... the ******** is this s**t?" Cin growled, darting a look around to see the fighting more or less ceased. Xenotime stood with Umber and a pair of corrupts she didn't know and the captain from before, but they were as good a place to start as any. Through the sound of civilians still screaming somewhere in the background and the sick squelch of her boots, the General made her way over to the group, her face curled in a snarl.
"The ******** is going on?" She barked as she got closer, giving the strangers a cursory look up and down before turning her attention to Xenotime. "Why is everyone standing around?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 11:17 pm
Scholomance / HP: 100A rolling trash barrel went by and Scholomance's attention pricked at the yelled mention of a b*****b, which was sadly forgotten in the garbled, whistling response from the train. Inwardly Scholomance considered that he'd be glad to drop to his knees for anyone who could rid the station of its hell-train, no matter the condition it's in.
But the train still ran its rounds, and that guy who was yelling about blowjobs hadn't quite hit the mark on that one.
The spray had struck him and left him choking on the pungent stench of it, thereby alleviating Scholomance of any allure he suffered at the moment. Blowjobs suddenly became the furthest thought from his mind when his body fully intended to evacuate his lunch for the stench that clotted his nostrils. And for the first time since powering up, Scholomance discovered a grateful use for the head-to-toe attire that composed his uniform.
"I can't use magic," he choked out through his half-mask. Chunks of spleen and a few teeth clung to his boots, and he almost felt too disgusted to move them. The spray stung his face and caught in his hair- he was certain it would take weeks of washing to clean out the stench. "We'll have to come up with something a bit smarter than 'bark orders at the nearest person who might have the brains to do something about this', sweetie." His frustration at the continued mining of his pet peeves broke through every ounce of restraint he mustered. "You could try body slamming it for starters. Otherwise, I'd vote on taking cover in that office."Silent Spy did someone say blowjobs?
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 11:29 pm
Verona hissed as Juno chose a trash can as her next target and then she drummed. Unlike like the canopy senshi, Verona wanted to think about it. It wasn't an insult to the girl, but in this case, they couldn't punch the train to stop.
"Hey, what's your magic?" She asked, "Can you use it on this thing?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 1:22 am
Athene HP: 160Athene had listened as Maia once again called out to ask if there was anyone else around with either slowing or trapping magic. As he waited to see if anyone would answer, he remembered that his senshi phone had pinged earlier with an incoming message, pulling the phone from subspace so that he could check the message. It was a message from a someone called Mistral, the message one that seemed to directed at those on the train and mentioning that this Mistral - whoever he or she was - had the train controls. It also seemed to be asking for feedback about what using the controls did. His mind recalled the unfamiliar Squire who he had glimpsed in the office with Polaris as a part of him wondered if she was the Mistral from the message. He looked over at Maia as she asked about his magic "I've used my Super level magic once, but I think I can use it again" or at the very least he was certainly planning to, given that it was somewhat more reliable than his basic attack. "I haven't actually used my basic magic at all, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to use it at all if I use my Super magic..." Unfortunately speaking meant having to drop the hand covering nose and mouth and Athene's could feel his stomach heaved again as his nostrils got another whiff of the stench. It took a few moments before it subsided and he took a few shallow breaths as he continued "I was checking my phone when you called out just now and this seems to suggest that there might be powered up people on the train" he held up the phone in his hand briefly as he spoke so that he could show Maia the message, before shifting his hand lower to allow him to tap out a message to Polaris: SMS from Athene:
Do you know if there are any Senshi or Knights on the train? Maia and I are going to try and use our magic at the same time on the train, but if there's anyone with slowing or trap magic on the train then perhaps we can try and co-ordinate something if someone can get a message to them. He hit send and looked at Maia again. "I messaged Polaris" he said in explanation, noting that so far no one on the platform had made any mention of having trap or slowing magic, although he had heard a female voice call out in the negative. "I've asked her to see if anyone on that train has trapping or slowing magic since maybe..." His voice trailed off as a burning something that looked like a trash can hurtled in the direction of the train "What on earth?!" Kaori_luv Athene's trying to build on the plan Silent Spy mention due to noticing trash can
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 1:58 am
Caramelita HP: 100Through the nausea-inducing stench from whatever the stuff that the youma train had squirted at the platform during its last run through, Caramel heard the voice speak again from over the crystal that was still held tight in her hand.
It took a few moments for her to answer, as she fought her stomach's attempts to try and rebel, a part of her glad that she hadn't eaten that much today.
Eventually, however, she was able to raise the crystal enough to speak into "I'm okay Sir" as she studiously tried to avoid looking down at the stuff coating her uniform, the stuff also coating the platform in a sticky smelly mess.
Well at least she was okay, if you discounted being sticky from the gross stuff that the train thing had squirted at them, but Caramel knew that that wasn't the sort of thing to mention to a superior. "I'm on the platform, about..." she paused for a moment to check her position "About midway or so down - but there are fellow officers on that train."
She heard something go clattering as she spoke into her crystal, but she had angled herself into a part turn as she spoke into the crystal and so had not seen the source.
Caramel looked at her crystal as she waited to see if the Captain would come back. Perhaps the Captain would have an idea of how they could get the officers on the train off - and hopefully it would involve something other than trying have them try using their weapons on it - since the idea of trying to use a daisy train on the train was so pathetic that in any other circumstance it would probably be laughable.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 3:52 am
Umber / HP: 120Xenotime's scathing retaliation looked fairly serious to the captain, who watched the super senshi leave without so much as a mild attitude change. As he watched the corrupt leave, Umber responded to his comment with ample confusion. Brows furrowed, and he responded as if he expected the man to know better. "No, but I'm not going to wear stomach acid and human remains..."
Still, he felt like he missed something. The look he shot to Xenotime suggested that he must've missed something, and looked to her for an explanation.
On the other hand, the intended plan went off relatively well. The trash bin barreled toward the train, struck its side, and bounced off from the inertia which sent the barrel clattering between train wheels and track. The target groaned into a screech but looked relatively intact. Stray detritus clung to the train to leave a burning trail as it raced around its track, which might've stirred enough smoke to trip off the sprinkler system.
He shot a quizzical look to Xenotime with a question he found entirely pertinent. "What's a 'b*****b'?" But the question soon lost import with Mintaka's sudden chiming in on his communicator. Quickly he summoned the crystal to hand and listened to her garbled transmission, then responded to what he could. She offered some useful information - that they have room to move, that the train is potentially responding to their attacks, but what was unveiled did not sound promising. "Mintaka, if you can move between the cars, then can you reach the front or the back of the train? It's composed of youma now, so if you can find large clusters to dust..." Then maybe she could dismantle the train from the inside. The thought of it sounded terribly risky.
And Cinnabar's distinctive arrival roused the irritation he quelled moments ago. "Everyone is standing around, General, because none of us have a way of attacking the train with provided weapons. All the starseeds we managed to collect are on that train, as well as the officers who collected them. If you have suggestions on how to proceed, share them."
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 6:02 am
Captain Amethyst (HP: 120)
To be honest, Amethyst wasn't really sure if he ought to be glad that the only part of his body that was exposed to the gunk that stank to the high heavens was his face and neck versus the rest of his body that was shielded by the Negaverse uniform that he wore. At least it was pretty clear by now that though the material that came from the youma train appeared both vile and sticky, it was merely that and not in any way toxic else they would all have an even greater problem on their hands.
Momentarily slipping his crystal communicator into his pocket, he tugged off his gloves and tossed them aside, retrieving the crystal just as Caramelita began to give him a brief update on her status as well as the situation that they faced. "I see." Things were starting to come together now somewhat though he still didn't know how it had gotten to this point in the first place. "Captain Leucite and myself are heading to the office. We'll regroup there first then decide on our next course of action." He instructed.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 6:13 am
Megrez / HP: 180-20 = 160
Sadachbia / HP: 120-20 = 100
Cor Caroli / HP: 120-20 = 100Cor Caroli winced as a spray of something splattered against his skin, then straight-up gagged when he became aware of the godawful rotten smell. Nonetheless, he was happy to see Scholomance, sort of. "Nice to see you here," he said the best he could through coughs, with a wink that might as well have just been a second wince. "I'm... I'm not really that great in a fight and my magic is almost totally defensive. I vote for taking cover." Sadachbia let out a protracted "Ewwwww!" when the splatter hit her and flinched. "I have my bricks," she choked out after regaining her composure (insofar as she could under the influence of the stench). "But I think I only have one set left, so there's not much I can do." As much as she wanted to contribute to the fight against the train, she wouldn't be able to do much with only two bricks. At that point, Megrez came staggering up to the group, one hand over her nose and mouth that she released to speak. "Good, you found people to help you," she said to Sadachbia and Cor Caroli. "Are you guys trying to figure out how to fight the train, or...? I have my eggs- two big ones, three little ones."
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 6:42 am
Sailor Chara of Chocolate - 70 HP (-20 from train, - 30 from Xe's kick from last time around (if that's alright))
People were now scrambling about trying to figure out what EXACTLY they should do to take care of that ghastly thing and being all useful and s**t while Chara just stood there, flabbergasted at the sight of it all.
And then the smell came, filling his nostrils up so much that he thought he was going to die for the second time that day. Squishy globs of messy s**t landed at their feet and one person stated that it was... Human?" <******** me.." He muttered again. His vocabulary seemed to have been limited now because all that was coming out were '********' over and over again as he stepped back from the glob of fleshy bits and smells. Atleast his own smell of chocolate was beginning to come back again now that he was up. Not show how well the others could smell it though. What was this they were talking about anyway? Powers? Ooh.. Right, right, They did have to take out that train, didn't they?
"Fire Crackery bits of chocolate. But They aren't gonna do s**t against a beast like that, will it?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 7:50 am
Princess Polaris - HP: 225 - 20 = 205"If someone is attacking it let me know if they make any segway. If there aren't any weapons inside to cut with I can.. try to send you some metal." If it would go all the way through the body/walls of the beast. And hopefully not dust it in the process.
And for a moment, in response to his continued disaproval, her voice softened to a bit more affectionate tone, the worry still quite clear. "I'll take it upon myself to wash you personally every night. I'd rather that than..." She didn't bother finishing the statement, as he'd probably pulled the meaning out of it anyway. She loved him, and if for some reason he didn't make it off the train she wouldn't know what to do.
The sound of the whistle and the sudden coating of the platform with rotten, naseau inspiring gunk was an unpleasant surprise and the office unfortunately didn't provide as much protection as one might hope. The dark goo spilled through the door the smell causing Polaris to start coughing as her body tried, unsuccesfully to rid itself of the nasty air. She was trying not to look at the goo but when she thought she spotted some teeth and a few fingers among the mix her heart sank, immediately shouting into the phone.
"Are you guys still alright in there!?" Please God.. don't let the bits she saw.. be from people who had been in the train right now. But whereas would they have come from.
Her worries were interupted by the sound of Snowball on the other side of the phone, though it seemed he was talking to other people inside. And then suddenly a text flashed across her screen with Athene's plan.
"Snowball. Are there any knights or senshi inside with magic that slows, traps, or otherwise affects opponents like that? A few senshi out here are getting ready to try and hit it like that. Maybe.. if we can hit it from the inside and outside at the same time it won't be able to protect against it all?"Silverah It's alright Mistral, Polaris believes in you! baby_gwing Just fyi there is a princess guarding the door of the office Torvil Just fyi there is a princess guarding the door of the office
When Verona's question sounded Juno frowned a little, shaking her head. "Have no magic." Which wasn't entirely true really, she'd just refused to use it ever since the team it was meant to protect had disappeared. Not that it mattered right now since it was merely a shield. And a shield wasn't going to stop a train.
Her eyes searched the platform for her next projectile. Was she strong enough to pick up a bench?
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Silverah generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
1!
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 8:09 am
Mistral HP: 120Mistral wasn't going to worry about what kinds of Negaverse nonsense was approaching her position. She had a princess guarding her, personally, but don't worry - she wasn't going to let that go to her head. "Elevator music has never killed anyone," she said to the tiny hologram of Glitnir that appeared from her ring. "I would be really surprised if it started now... but let me see what I can do." After all, Mistral had a pretty unique record of killing people. Maybe someone else should have manned the console... She flipped a row of switches - maybe they were the breaks? " Celsus," she said to her ring. "What'd that do?" Best to rely on the people she already knew were going to be helpful. "Sorry, guys," she said under her breath as she waited for a response. "Never been good at this whole good intentions thing. Usually takes me straight to hell." Torvil Please quote me on office action! baby_gwing Please quote me on office action!
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