Amphitrite, Corrupt Senshi of Shells - HP: 34 - Target: Verona ( + Altair; take no damage)
It figured that there was a senshi to go with the knight. Order folks did love to run in pairs or more when it suited their fancy, and there were enough energy signatures here for them to move in herds - like cattle, really.
Which left Amphitrite to fill in as the lioness; a role that suited her just fine.
She took the senshi's magic to the shoulder with a grunt of pain, shooting her a vicious glare that contrasted sharply with her sugary sweet smile. "So, dear, you want to make this a menage-a-trois?" she half-purred, half-hissed at the senshi, frantically looking around as though only half-aware of what she'd done. It was quite typical, really - again, cattle. Helpless and simple. "Fine by me."
Then the knight made a move against her, and the corrupt just laughed, a reasonating, surprisingly harsh sound. "Oh? - I thought this was the date, " she crooned as she swung fluidly closer, trying to tag her with one of her shell laced forearms.
Eurydike, Senshi of Salt - HP: 26 - Target: Haüyne
"Careful, got it, thanks!" Eurydike grunted back as he tried to keep some kind of hold on the super senshi so he could try and hold them good and tight - he was aware that there was another agent there, a lower level one, something he hadn't really considered rushing into this --<******** lucky for him another energy signature popped up to sweep in, saving this from being another potentially fatal mistake. He'd have to thank whoever it was later. What mattered right now was this ******** senshi twisting like a - like a goddamn twist tie on him, slamming an elbow into his head and making him snarl out in pain. "Son of a -- !!"
It wasn't as bad as it could've been though - even if, "That ********' hurt you piece of s**t!" he spat, and didn't really aim for any place, but just started to pummel in hopes it'd do something. He still needed to get Olga out of that ******** swing and get a move on to find Tolliver, he didn't have time for this s**t! "******** you ******** your mom ******** everythin' you ********' stand for mother ********' <******** - ******** class="spoiler-wrapper spoiler-hidden">
Altair, Senshi of Scalpels HP: 30/30 Target: Amphitrite, Corrupt Senshi of Shells
It may not be so long after she first learned of her powered identity, but Altair would not at all be surprised if she had managed to have just now blindly picked a fight with a more experienced fighter, to put a description of the situation she got herself into as plainly and simply as she can. And she hoped this was not going to turn out so very painful of a truth to boot. However, she could not help the doubt that swelled while trying to grasp at such a supposedly hopeful thought.
Altair, the newbie senshi she was that was not going to change in the blink of an eye, still trembled. The slight shivers coursed through her being as though she was in the middle of falling snow, she imagined, being that she actually has yet to have ever seen snow in person so far up to this point in her life. But enough of this, she thought of her fearful state no matter how much more easily this is said than done. And still, she certainly wanted to do something about it, no doubt about that.
She managed to respond to the figure she had attempted to aid with a nod, but made sure to keep the attacker in her peripheral vision at all times at the very least. Her hands clenched into fists as she tried to still her shakiness, however it only served to ease her state partially.
"Sscapel shot," she tried another attack, intently striving to put more focus into this second effort.
It did not take long for Sabine to make her way over to Phact's location. There were auras all over the place - but Phact had given her something to triangulate by, and landing nearby, she swiftly made her way into the park after her friend.
She gave Phact a light shoulder tap, followed by a quick "It's me!" in a hushed tone. She didn't want to give their position away any more than necessary.
"It's a madhouse out here..." She hissed again - voice still low. "What's the plan?"
Eternal Sailor Kerberos, Senshi of Asphodel -- 50 HP -- Free to interact!
"Yeah, that's my plan," Kerberos said, although he had ditched his own weapon - a piece of wood would do him no good engaging with officers. All he needed was his magic and the rage that was slowly bubbling up inside him. As an officer, he'd learned to be scrappy, to fight, to hit where it hurt. He was prepared to throw everything the Negaverse had taught him back in its face.
To make them suffer like he had suffered.
"Once we find them, I'm gonna have to wade right in the middle and start slinging magic. You, uh, might not want to be too close when that happens."
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Niall Croft -- 15 HP -- The Rollercoaster
Niall had quieted after the Lieutenant's threat -- he didn't actually want to test if she had a Fenris-like ability to reach into his chest and extract some vital organ or other.
As much as he enjoyed mouthing off, he also enjoyed living.
But the ones they spoke of - the "terrorists" who he suspected were not actually terrorists at all, and were probably exactly the kind of people he actually wanted to be helping - were coming, apparently.
"Fine," he said, and there was something a little defeated in his voice. "I'll help fight them. I'm not so good one on one, but if you've got anything like a bow...?" Which he would turn on this strange cat-woman and her aggressive friend in a second, but, hey, he didn't need to say that.
Empressite was only a second or two behind Dahlia in detecting the Order signatures. Most she felt were stronger than her – some by a very great margin. s**t, this really wasn't good. Not that she was one to back down from a fight, and taking on those stronger than herself, but she had learned her lesson in a few of the previous missions she had been part of. The value of discretion was well-known to her now, and she wouldn't deliberately go looking for a fight. And if it came down to it, she would save her skin, no matter what it took.
By using any one of the hostages as shields, or 'playing dead' as it were. She had no pride to sacrifice if it meant saving herself. She contemplated summoning her weapon, the small bag of marbles, but it would likely be more trouble than help in the current situation. It seemed like Dahlia might have some sort of plan or idea, and that was better than nothing. The lieutenant decided to follow her lead. At least for now. But when s**t hit the fan, she was sure it would end up being every man, woman or cat for themselves, and she would be no different.
She watched as one of the guests walked towards the edge of the platform. Her muscles tensed. She didn't want to have to run after any of them if she could help it, and the one female and the only male both looked to be trouble. Thankfully, it did not seem like she would be forced to do anything about their guests just yet. They seemed willing enough to stay for now. Hopefully Dahlia was a smooth talker and could get the recruitment spiel out swiftly enough to make at least some difference. Though she might still want to rip the smart-a**' starseed because she could. Though that could wait for now...
Useless weapon – it could stay right where it was, unless by some miracle a situation might come up when it could be an asset. Which meant she would have to depend on herself, and hope against hope that her self-defense lessons had helped her at all, in any way.
'No weapons here. You're going to have to protect yourself in whatever way you can.' She said to Niall. And she wasn't even being rude or sarcastic, merely stating the facts. 'Not that we won't simply leave you to whatever mercy the terrorists might show you. We will do what we can, but you may have to help yourself.'
laughed. Not a worried titter, nor a mocking guffaw. It wasn't a mustache-twirling snigger. It wasn't an unhinged cackle. The sound was pure, entertained laughter like someone on a rollercoaster having an absolutely fantastic time, even when punctuated by a few painful buffets to arm and side from the Moon Senshi's wild windmill punches. "Lookit you go, jackrabbit!"
Haüyne curled up both legs beneath and then kicked up, looking to knock Eurydike off and into the swings and chains. It served to get up on feet again, as well. Got more company, dammit. Gonna have to try to make him bleeeeeeeed.
Pyro was about to get to helping Haüyne before Mistral got him and he hated to be seperated from his friend.
"What the ******** you want." He snarled, grabbing a old chain and using it as his weapon instead of the bus. Her hit came hard and fast and it pissed him off. Whipping a chain towards her.
Amphitrite, Corrupt Senshi of Shells - HP: 28 - Target: Verona ( + Altair; take no damage)
This time, the pain hit her in the back, piercing her fuku and making her hiss - but the pain of that, even with the sensation of the page's fist connecting with her, Amphitrite smiled. It was no sugary sweet smile, not in that moment, no. Verona was treated to a sadistic, cruel smile that belied more of her true feelings on the order and the people in it... and more than anything how much she was truly enjoying every second of pummeling her, loving the pain she was inflicting on the taller woman.
"S'the matter baby, cat got your tongue?" the corrupt singsonged as she swung a leg at the page, aiming to kick her high and hard.
This girl, as lovely as she was, just seemed to crawl more and more up Anxo's skin the more she chattered about. It wasn't protection, it wasn't simple 'advertising'. It was a threat, join or die. There was no other way about it. There was no choice. Atleast for a while there wasn't. He was going to see how long he could keep her talking to buy more time but.. It seemed like he didn't have too.
In a flash the girl was gone, off in a hurry. From what little he understood, she must have felt that whole radar thing go off in her head, the one that told her whether or not an enemy was nearby. Those Magical people had that, right? He atleast thought someone explained that to him before.. Or atleast he had read it somewhere on the internet.
Either way, he and his companions were left behind.. and he needed to find a way out. Struggling against the restraints weren't going to work.. So he might as well do what he did best at times. Be loud and obnoxious.
"HEY!! IS ANYBODY OUT THERE TO HELP! WE'RE TIED UP!" Even if there was a nother nega person out there, maybe they had the opinion that if they 'saved' the tied up folk, they'd consider joining still.
SOOOO wasn't likely to happen with Anxo, personally, but was still worth a shot! Especially if it saved his companions..
This was incredibly nerve wracking and stressful to watch. It kept her on edge. This utter feeling of helplessness was the worst, too. Not that she felt she could do much going up against the guys with magic, but if she wasn't tied up and in a swing like a baby strapped to a car seat, then she could....do something. Olga was trying to watch Haüyne battle the toga wearing frat party??? senshi who knew her name.
There was also a sense of awe as another figure swooped in to battle Haüyne's partner, and Olga thought she looked like...er...a knight, maybe? One she'd never seen before. Nothing like Bimini. Olga turned back to other battle and grimaced. "Come on, Frat Party Toga Guy!" She cried in...encouragement. No really, it was. "You can do it! Hang in there!"
Eurydike, Senshi of Salt - HP: 23 - Target: Haüyne
"Jackrabbit?!!?" the senshi of salt howled, his dark eyes dangerously narrow and a certain note of indignation in his rasping voice. "The ******** are you laughin' at you motherfuc -- !"
He didn't get a chance to finish that colorful thought, not with his opponent knocking him away with a kick, and as he stumbled back he felt his back touch one of the swings. With a snarl, he lunged forward, aiming to land a punch in the face -
And there was Olga's ******** cheerleading in the background. Frat Party Toga Guy. Not distracting at all. "IT'S ********' EURYDIKE OLGA!" he bellowed as he swung.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 10:49 pm
The entire park feels as though it's trembling, a sharp and thick wind kicking up. There is a dangerous creaking noise near the roller coaster, which is swaying ominously - anyone near it, OR the swings should probably find a better place to hold their battles before something happens...
Mistral could only hope that Eurydike had his fight under control, because she was a bit concerned she'd bit off more than she could chew. The negaverser had grabbed a length of chain and hit back, and while she got her arm up in time to avoid contact with her face, she caught it across her forearm and hissed in pain.
She was not a fighter. She was not meant to fight.
"Want you to go home and rethink your life," she grunted, swinging the pipe again. "Kidnapping civilians? Your choices suck."
At which point the whole park shook. Mistral took a step back and looked up towards the rickety swings. "Hey, uh, toga party?" she called to the senshi. "Time to grab the civilians and gee tee eff oh."
