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General Jarosite - Open for rescuing

It was like a breath of fresh air. Whatever had been stiffling his ability to teleport, to summon his blades, to do anything lifted and he let out a gasp of air. He hadn't realized how stiffingly it was to be tied to the chair and gagged, though he'd dealt with that rather easily (really using cloth to gag him?) without the ability to do anything.

That aside, he was still tied to the chair, and his first attempt at teleporting from one side of the cell to the other had brought the chair with him. Great, just what he needed. To be tied to a chair and unable to get out of it. Albireo was sure to actually get out of bed for this one. ...Okay that was mean, but he wondered if she'd even noticed him gone for a week. Was it a week? It might have been a week. Or something.

It had been an awfully boring week, that was for sure. Jarosite sighed and waited, in the event that anyone came for him. In the mean time, he began to try to loosen the rope to get his hands free.

General Xenotime - rescuing Ochre

Uncomfortably aware that she'd let her new lieuteneant dive solo into the fray, Xenotime had to trust that even in the midst of her worry, she'd given Marcasite the training she needed to hold her own against their opposition. Or that the woman possessed the sense to get away from a situation she had no hope of winning. Everything she'd learned about her new recruit over the last week showed the blonde capable. Still, the general would remain on edge until she had found Ochre and made sure the both of them had made it to safety.

That meant a division of labor, and very quick search of the prison. Xenotime was slipping through the busted door on the heels of some of the others, and she followed along a length of corridors, pale eyes snapping back and forth as she scanned each cell she passed, nimbly ducking around anyone else she happened to come across, order or chaos alike. In her wake, she heard doors open, voices signifying captives were being released. She kept moving.

There. Endless lengths of red hair, tanned skin, pale eyes. They had him tied to a chair. The general slid to a stop, a hand catching on the bars to yank herself around, and as she took in the sight of him--nose bleeding, eyes wide--she felt the burning heat of rage swimming up within her. How dare they.. How dare they take what wasn't theirs.

They would pay. All of them.

"Hold on!" There was a flash as she summoned her weapons, and no matter how strong the bars were meant to be, they were not designed to withstand the strength of an angry general. Two hits, three, and the metal began to bend and twist, creaking. Finally, with a last angry shout, the hinges gave out, and she was able to kick the door inward.



Something had gone wrong, or right. It was hard to say, given the gravity of the situation, but from the chaos exploding around him, Baikal had pieced together that the Negaverse had come to collect their captives.

Good. Finally an end.

The problem, of course, was that now there was huge fight breaking out within and just outside the prison. As much as he'd wanted to see the prisoners freezes, he'd have liked to see it all done, well, as peacefully as was possible. Given the situation. A fools hope, of course.

He was berating himself for his naivety as he raced throw the halls in search of...what? Her? Her cell had been empty. Even if he found her, did she have much reason not to want to hurt him?

Valhalla of Jupiter -- Rescuing... Celsus??

”This is wrong, Celsus. We’re not like them,” he tried to argue softly, even when Celsus ripped himself away and stumbled into the wall. “Celsus!” he called to him, reaching out his hands to catch him if he needed support. “What are you even doing here??” he asked, his arms still offered, ready to catch the other knight but for now giving him his space.

Valhalla felt himself flush red with Benitoite’s words of praise, not thinking he was all that good. He knew his actions would be risking the lives of the senshi and knights involved in the kidnapping, but that had never been his intention. To be called good when compared to those other senshi and knights who must have thought they were doing good as well was… almost shameful for him.

“It’s fine, General. I can get out, myself,” he promised, but his eyes never left Celsus, trying to determine if he was sick or if it was something else.

”Alexandria,” Valhalla said in surprised concern when the Mercury knight spoke up in his defense, feeling both relieved to see him and fearful for him. He was thankful that Alexandria had told him about what was going on. He only wished he’d been able to get in contact with Ganymede before running into Cinnabar.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he promised, taking a small step to subconsciously block Alexandria between himself and anyone else that might attack. He didn't want Alexandria getting involved more than he already was, but he appreciated the company.

He glanced over his shoulder to Benitoite again with a small shake of his head, not wanting him to think poorly of Celsus, either.

“It’s okay. He’s okay. He was there, too… last year,” he said, pausing to look back to Celsus with mournful eyes. Valhalla knew what it had been like. He didn’t blame Celsus for wanting to show the Negaverse what it was like to be tortured and abused, if that was the goal in all of this, but there had to have been a better way.

“He was hurt, too. Celsus is okay, General. Alexandria… He’s a good man,” he vouched, although he was still trying to understand how Celsus of all people got caught up in something like this.

“We need to get you out of here, Celsus... you’re not well…” he said, taking a step forward to reach out and place a hand on the knight’s arm once more, if only to make sure he wouldn’t suddenly collapse.

Aquamarine stopped just long enough to show Azurite a look of deep annoyance.

“You're not my mother,” he said. “********, I don't even listen to my own mother. What makes you think I'm going to listen to you?”

Truth be told, he didn't really listen to anyone but himself. So... Azurite was wasting her breath. Still, he made a mental note not to get in the way of her magic. He didn't have the time to deal with that sort of s**t anyway. He had a dashing rescue to complete.

As long as Jet was really here. He hadn't heard anyone respond to his shout, so he was beginning to question whether or not his suspicions were true.

Aquamarine heard Cinnabar before she turned and went in a different direction.

“Got it!” he said, throwing a thumbs up over his shoulder before moving further into the building.

“JET!” he called again, incase the idiot hadn't heard him the first time.

Aquamarine found a line of cells. He went by them one by one. He saw a few people here and there, but since they weren't the Captain he was looking for, he went on by without trying to help them. It probably made him a shitty person and a terrible officer (and seriously brought into question why he'd even been promoted to Captain), but he had other concerns, and none of those concerns had anything to do with other people.

Finally, Aquamarine came upon a particular cell and found exactly who he was looking for tied up ********, you idiot!” he said. “Jet! You sure as ******** better be alive. I didn't just go through the shittiest week I've ever had just for your b***h a** to ******** die on me!”

Eternal DMC Mintaka: Rescued by Aurostibite

Mintaka felt the warm embrace like a child yearning for care. Her arms reached out, bandaged and dirty. Red eyes were glazed with pain but they focused on the General with such intensity.

"You came." She murmured. "I thought it was one of them again." She curled her head protectively in the nook of his neck.

"Is there other...others?" She rasped out, "Did they get Elsa?"

Captain Zircon - Being Rescued by Labyrinthite

Zircon listened to the clamor as other officers began to spring Jet free, but she did not lift her head to watch. It was too much effort to look, to watch someone else go free when she could not even walk from her cell. She knew no one would come for her, broken and unable to stand as she was. The Negaverse had no room for those who could not carry their weight, but she could at least take solace that some of them would go free, that the young captain she'd spoken to would go free.

It was a bitter consolation prize.

She felt the aura before she saw him, a familiar sense of smoke and sawdust and the glimmer off a blade. A startled bark of a laugh tried to fly free from her lips, but it settled in the stranglehold at her throat, threatening to choke her down. "Labyrinthite," she whispered, her thready voice carrying notes not of adoration or relief but of panic, and she pulled herself up by her elbows, trying to twist her torso away so he might not notice the unnatural bend to her leg.

"I--I'm sorry," her voice quivered, shuffling away to the opposite corner of the bed. "I let you down again, I'm sorry, please give me another chance." Her sunken eyes wavered as she took in the man's lanky frame, waiting for his weapon to appear so he could reap what incompetence she'd sown.

Lieutenant Huntite ~ Rescuing Sylvite

The Lieutenant didn't bother having his weapon out as he walked through the halls seeing how it was completely useless. What was he going to do with it? Put it on his head and make the enemy laugh themselves to death? But this wasn't what was going through his mind when he heard the cracked voice. Huntite was quick to head in the direction it was coming from as well as the signature. It didn't take him long to find the cell the other Lieutenant that was being held with in. "Don't worry, I'll get you out Miss. How badly are you hurt?" He asked as he looked her over. Even as he did this he got to work on getting rid of the bars keeping the young woman in the cell.