The startling feeling of not being alone almost got the better of her and Hydra cursed her lack of awareness. Until she realized that he was trying to attack her and that whatever magic he had attempted to use on her failed.
Had she not been immediately distracted by a nice ball of fluff perching himself on her shoulder. Her spirits lifted by 20%.
"Well hello there handsome," the girl cooed as one did with animals, a gloved hand reaching to scratch the mauvian behind the ears. "Looking at some baddies, trying to pick a target." She glanced over at the dark mirror, not understand what he was.
"What the heck are you?" He felt wrong and she didn't like that. He wasn't like her, but he didn't feel like the white moon. "If you're going to be a pest, I won't hesitate to use my magic on you. Otherwise, maybe we can tag team that..."
She pointed at Thraen, squinting at the eternal senshi. Something about him struck a chord of familiarity, probably because everything about him screamed dangerous.
Obsidian would target him, wouldn't he?
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HP: 110 DMG: 0 Effects: --
ATK: 6/ DEF: 3
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kitomyx
Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2017 8:21 pm
Sinope; DMS of Slyness
"Wow, no need to be rude," the teen answered, sounding mildly offended while knowing full well he was constantly guilty of being just as rude if not worse. "I'm a Dark Mirror Senshi. We're chaotic sailor scouts like you, only in more control. And cooler," he added with a smirk and a pose. "Too cool to side with either the Negaverse or the White Moon. We've got our own court, see?"
Crossing his arms over his chest at the corrupt's threat, he shot back, "Go ahead! Mine's way better anywaaa - waait, what?" Sinope had just gotten a glimpse of the being Hydra had indicated. "An eternal? Are you nuts? Even both of us together couldn't take someone like that on, cat or no cat! Besides, why the hell would you want to even try something like that? Are all corrupt senshi as insane as you are? You suicidal?"
The captain's jumps, and his aura drawn near, announced him well enough; Thraen drew to stand. Then turn and step in concert to avoid the broadcast blow. Curious???
"They would not follow, but resent, direction." If experience spoke true of dealing with freshmen or small children that came to the Catfe. Lieutenants probably excited them, rather than instilled the necessary dread to look to a random grownup for advice. "They can still die on swords. Their chances are better now, having only two hands myself. I cannot carry them all from the field before others descend for starseeds. Already some of yours are there. The chances with lieutenants are better odds."
Better than the feel of Generals. The spear looked a thing a cruel business, and was held with the comfort of training. The captain's uniform didn't look to belong to the Negaverse, a thing of dark whimsy and fantasy. Unusual to find an officer with moral compunctions. See 'this,' the thing about to happen. The call for aid. A defection and execution? A Corruption? Either are terrible.
"What is your angle? Who are you." A feinted in and open-hand strike, broadcasted, wary. The spear wasn't the only weapon. It is no less a tactic to use delay. Still to have bothered to try to communicate on that one point is unusual. One chance. Or Faust laser him.
Mistress was clear: This one was not for eating. Take it and get from the fray, and come when called. There were some other Chaos auras this way, so It's self would blend in better over here.
Slunk-wibbled along the street until Itself spied a narrow alley between the Verizon Offices and some other multipurpose officeplex. Narrow was good. Now so many were narrow like Mistress. The Verizon building was also narrow. It was high. High was good and could be watched from. Barbary started to climb the Verizon bricks.
STATS
100 HP 8 DMG to targets per round until vanquished. Carrying a starseed.
Idrialite was wary of engaging too seriously in their area -- and it was clear his Captain was, too.
Playing a violent game of tag with children sounded awful. The very thought of it made him ill. (Perhaps because it was so easy to picture Rhys at seven or eight bright-eyed and excited, before he was worn down to dust, and eve though his little brother had been gone for over a year, now - ******** off to somewhere warm and sunny, if he was smart - Idrialite was still an older brother at heart.) So that was...distasteful to him. Eventually, he was sure, they would be called on to do their duty as offices of the Negaverse, and tat call came when the Eternal arrived, all white and floral, and Idrialite wrinkled his nose. There was a database entry on this one. Something something flower magic do not approach.
They were going to approach anyway. quartz was already in - Idrialite would not leave his captain alone, even if his primary use was as a large, burly body to take and inflict damage as necessary.
"Ours but to do or die," he muttered to himself, hopping to the rooftop Quartz had abandoned and then down. He made no move to engage, initially, casually spinning his toy rifle into a defensive ready sort of position.
He wasn't eager to interfere - let Quartz pursue whatever stratagem he intended, and likely they would come out better for it. So he hovered, ready to interfere if things seemed to head south for his Captain.
HP: 120 ATK: 7 DEF: 3 DMG: N/A Effect: N/A
Ivynian
Shazari
Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 12:10 pm
Chibi Super Oort
Whilst Oort was quite happy to aim for the shins and had totally done so during the whole Negaspace thing, it didn't feel particularly right to do so to the Lieutenant in front of him - not when she was being so wheezy and out of breath.
Tomlin didn't seem like he was about to attack either, the ginger furred star cat's voice sounding concerned as he asked the Lieutenant lady if she was okay-
The sound of splintering glass from somewhere across the road echoed almost loudly, then was followed by a bright white light that flashed in the sky from somewhere to the south and west.
Oort felt torn, one part of him wanting to check out the sound of the smashing glass, whilst the other wondered about the light.
"Tomlin" his voice was quiet, although his proximity to the Lieutenant was such that it was probably impossible for her not to overhear "Should we check out that light?"
Or maybe the broken glass was the better option and it was certainly closer.
And whilst he hadn't forgotten about the Lieutenant, Oort's full attention wasn't on her either - at least not at the moment whilst she wasn't trying anything.
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HP: 180 / 180 DMG: --- Effects: ---
LokisRose
a-disgruntled-dragon
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For my notes:
Oort ATK: 7 Oort DEF: 10 Oort magic effects: Basic - ATK +5 to 1 target for 1 post Super - ATK +5 to 1 target for 2 posts
Tyrus blinked at the Dark Mirror Senshi that seemed to befuddled by his existence. "O'course there are chaos cats!" His chest puffed out proudly, his front paws pressing not-so-lightly into Hydra's shoulder as they bore his tons-o-weight. "Your Princess Leto knows all about me," he added with a grin. However the moment that Hydra's fingers began to scratch him behind the ears, Sinope ceased to exist. If Ty's eyes could roll into the back of his head, they would. And she called him handsome to boot!
Leaning into her hand, a ridiculously loud purr rolled from his chest. He almost forgot what they were talking about. Baddies. Targets. Magic. Dark Mirror Court. Something something something.... His eyes closed.
Waait, what? --- An Eternal? Are you nuts?
The black and white cat huffed, clearly a sign of his frustration, and opened his eyes. Taking a quick glance down at the Eternal Senshi nearby, Ty snorted and jumped down from the Senshi's shoulders.
"He's just one Senshi. And there's a Captain and a Lieutenant down there, we'd be fiiiine!" Because Ty definitely didn't read the database before heading into the fray and he definitely didn't know that it was best not to engage with be-flowered Senshi. "There's more of us than there are of him!," he added as he weaved in and out around Hydra's ankles trying his best not to trip over his scarf.
Nuxaz
Kitomyx
HP: 100 DMG: --- Effects: --- ATK: 9 / DEF: 2
Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 2:38 pm
Corrupt Sailor Hydra
If looks could kill or wound, the one Hydra was shooting Sinope's way definitely would have. "Rude says the dude who's first response to my appearance was to attack. Riiiiight." Her levels of sass had easily skyrocketed, especially once he mocked her choice in target.
"You're not cool if you're a chicken," she said, hoping the jab hurt when she turned her attention back to the targets on the field. "You can keep your opinions to yourself if you're just going to criticize."
He had a point, she knew, but she had a lot to prove too.
Her attention turned to the cat at her feet, lamenting the loss of his warm fur beneath her fingers. "Handsome kitty is right. We can do this."
Probably not, but she was going to try anyway.
"So you're with us or your not. I'm not waiting for you to decide." She stepped towards the edge, balls of her feet teetering over the edge before she stepped off, dropping with the expectation that at least Tyrus would follow her.
Out of half-managed stealth, years of hide and seek, all of that; Onnie had slipped away from Lepus before her friend could call her back. She was curious -- and she felt that if her enemies had any degree of decency, they wouldn't try and stab a couple of tweenagers in cute skirts, right? Right???
(Probably not right.)
She had no intention of getting stabbed, but there were three contrasting voices from around the corner - dry and low and rumbling - so she peeked her head around to watch, ready to scramble backwards like a deranged spider if anyone decided she was eminently punchable.
HP: 120 / 120 DMG: N/A Effects: N/A
Merurulince
wandered off!
Strickenized
Watching Faust
Shazari
Watching Quartz
Ivynian
Watching Thraen
Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 10:53 pm
Sinope; DMS of Slyness
"My princess what?" Sinope questioned, obviously unaware he had a princess anything. But the guardian cat suddenly seemed to succumb to being more cat and less guardian, so the redhead simply scowled at him. Even when the feline seemed able to focus on the conversation they were having once again, what he said made little sense to the Dark Mirror.
"Oh, fantastic. So not only are corrupt senshi psychos, but chaos cats are crazy, too. As if your species wasn't mad enough as it was," he complained, referencing the Cheshire Cat's words to Alice about how cats were mad. "Numbers don't necessarily mean anything when it comes to senshi magic and battle experience and tactics. Shouldn't you know that, cat? And you call yourself a guardian? 'You're basically urging her to her death." He squinted dubiously at the Mauvian. "Are you sure you're not with the Order, leading chaotic senshi to their doom under the pretense of being a chaotic guardian?"
And then he caught the corrupt senshi's look. Sinope put up both palms in surrender and took a step back. "Hey, my magic can't even really be called an attack. I mean you didn't get to find out what it does, but it's hardly even battle-worthy." He reached up to scratch his head of wild hair. "It was more my way of greeting and getting to know you than anything else, honest."
He flinched when she called him a chicken, as if she'd slapped him, but then he laughed. "What are you, in elementary school? I haven't heard an insult that mild in years, let alone that one. But for your information, no, I'm not a chicken. I just happen to be especially passionate and skillful when it comes to the art of self-preservation." He held up a finger matter-of-factly. "'Cowardice' is what the brave call the practical to make themselves feel better about their choices, but 'bravery' is just a synonym for 'stupidity'."
The teen made a move toward her as she dropped off the edge of the roof, calling, "Hey, wait!" He didn't choose to follow after, but from above looking down, he asked, "Why are you doing this, anyway? If you're new, you must have about as much attachment to the people involved in this as I do, which means you're basically strangers. Why would you charge into a fight blindly for their sakes? Especially a fight you have practically no chance of winning?"
Faust was, at least, glad that Blondie had the sense to pluck off his hitchhiker. Faust never liked phones anyway. But then, s**t got real.
Real weird, that is.
Faust didn't have a damn clue about what was going on anymore. Some captain popped up with a death wish and a spear, and then swung it around at Thraen obscenely, then Thraen decided to play slapfight with the dude. Why the hell didn't Blondie just punch him out? Faust knew he could do it, and Tall, Dark, and Dumbass over here was a captain, so it's not like he posed a threat. Why not kick his a** into the floor after putting him down with flowers? Thraen's choice of tactics constantly eluded the cat, which caused him to flatten ears against his skull.
"The hell's this b***h fight about? Thraen, you ain't slapfighting this half-naked b***h! Man up, we got work to do!" The cat waited not at all for an answer; he leapt into the air and reached Thraen's shoulder, then used the tall man as a springboard to launch an attack on his opponent.
And launch he did - straight at the man's exposed chest. Claws splayed, feet extended, and Faust was in position to become one with the shirtlessness.
Tomlin’s ears flicked once, twice. The distant light was almost too much to look at. But it did remind him of something. That was the same light they’d seen on the green world, beckoning them towards the tower trees. Calling them.
“Yeah, let’s go,” he said to Oort, turning his back on the injured Lieutenant.
There was fighting all over now, an Eternal facing down a mob of lower-level Chaos agents. Better not lead his buddy that way, he thought. He was an alley cat, and narrow back alleys were his natural terrain. The most direct path from the post office to the shining beacon was down between the Verizon building and whatever the next building was. Oort would surely fit through the narrow paths with him.
As he crossed the road, and pushed through into the alley, he sensed another aura, and gritted his teeth.
“Dammit. Youma, up there,” he warned. He could see it, flattened against the wall and slowly climbing. And there was something shining there. Tomlin felt a sick sinking feeling. The thing had a starseed.
The ginger guardian triggered his cat phone for the second time tonight.
"There's a youma with a starseed at my location. Alleyway near phone store," he sent to anyone who would listen.
There's a youma with a starseed at my location. Alleyway near phone store. The words pulsed in Scylla's ears, frantic ringing. She had to get there in time, before it got out of reach. Before it got away from her. Before she lost another friend, failed another person she loved. She'd done enough damage already, and every second pulsed in her ears, ticking and hurting her as she hurtled across the rooftops.
There. The phone store. The tower, blinking and summoning.
And the rage, the panic and the fear, all the darkness of the monster under her skin reached out, and she wrenched at Barbary with her tentacles, smashing into the creature. "Give me that starseed!" she snarled as she slammed at it, trying to knock it off the wall and to the ground, where others, too, could reach it.
"Kill it! That starseed could belong to a knight they are trying to corrupt! We have to keep it away!" her panicked entreaty rang over the senshi cell phones, to anyone who had access to that network- or anyone who could hear, in any zone, or even off the battlefield. "He's been starseedless for too long. Please. Help me."
HP: 110/200 Atk: 15 + N/A - magic being used for 40 damage to Barbary - 1 tentacle left of her 12 as she did NOT use all 3 allotted in this attack/ Def: 5 Effects:
xstrickenized
FAUST ATTACK THE YOUMA
xivynian
comin for ur youma
Staff-Approved Description: Sailor Scylla is able to create what looks like tentacles, but instead of suckers on them they appear to have tiny teeth. These tentacles can either grab and hold the opponent, the small mouths tearing at the enemy's flesh, or strike the opponent. Scylla can create up to 12 of these tentacles at once, an absolute maximum. One tentacle can be maintained for up to a full 120 seconds, each subsequent tentacle draining time off of this maximum. The full 12 tentacles averages 30 seconds and leaves her able to walk- they could last for longer, but the effort of maintaining them would leave her severely drained from their use and therefore completely helpless when they wore off. Maintaining them longer would therefore be a last-ditch resort, only if she knew help was on the way. She can use her maximum number of tentacles once per day, and any mix of the other tentacles would vary on usage and stress. The downside to this is that for all the added control, Scylla also feels things done to the Kraken's limbs more keenly. Punch the tentacle, cut a tentacle and you're punching Scylla's... well, essentially, her magic. The pain she takes can vary from 'ow you punched me' to 'you knifed me in the side, you jerkoff.' This can lower the duration time of her power, and really, really prove a distraction. Strick Description: Can attack 1 target with 2 tentacles for 40 damage. May have 3 tentacles up at once with the third for immobilization.
xLokisRose
pssssst, plz join in attack youma and give Hver or Scylla the starseed.
xKitomyx
pssssst, plz join in attack youma and give Hver or Scylla the starseed.
xDaekie
pssssst, plz join in attack youma and give Hver or Scylla the starseed.
xlitian
pssssst, plz join in attack youma and give Hver or Scylla the starseed.
xshazari
since you said hver might come
Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2017 7:26 pm
Tyrus, Chaos Guardian Cat
Tyrus watched as the Senshi teetered over the edge of the building and visibly flinched when she dropped. He supposed that meant he had to follow after her. Wayyyyyyyyyyyyy down there... He glared up at Sinope at his insinuation that he was a dirty Order cat and he bared his tiny kitty teeth at him.
He took a step forward, close to the edge of the building, and shot a look over his shoulder at the Dark Mirror Senshi. "Loyalty," the cat shrugged his shoulders with his simple reply. "Nothin' t'do with attachment. We fight as a team. We fight for the Negaverse, for Metallia. For each other."
Sometimes, Tyrus was deep as ******** and apparently could be serious.
"So be a part of something bigger... Or go home," he added before he leaped off of the building to land by Hydra's side.
Hvergelmir followed the dark-haired sailor soldier, who ran unerringly to the Verizon store and found the alley beyond, where a green youma was flattened to a wall and scaling it ever higher. There was a hard whip of a huge tentacle -- and not much Hvergelmir could do to help, just now. The youma was up too high for her to reach, and her knight magic would have no real impact on it. Unless it dropped to the ground, her aspect was equally useless.
They had to get it to fall.
Hvergelmir cast about for something she could throw -- but the detritus was hard to see in the shadowy alley, and the first thing her hand settled upon was --
A small cell phone, with odd bits of . . . fur stuck to it.
Hvergelmir pulled her arm back and pitched the phone toward the youma as hard as she could, hoping her aim was true.
HP: 200 / 200 DMG: 14 PER: N/A Effects: IN SOVIET RUSSIA, PHONE BREAKS YOU
