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Sami's Chaos Crew

Paracelsian

Paracelsian was a little slow to get to the ambush by virtue of being stuck herding cats. More specifically, he might have gotten in a little over his head trying to bring in more agents for this potentially critical mission. He had wrangled two lieutenants and two corrupts, essentially giving him a small squad. He didn't expect everyone to act in unison; in fact, having the group scatter might be beneficial. The others could vanish into the crowd, but he intended to converge with Sylvite and help out if needed. One Captain against an Eternal would be outmatched, but two could stand a chance. Furthermore, it would be in his best interest to appear cooperative.

"Everyone, scatter and find a target to focus on. Do what you can to make sure we come away with at least one potential captive." That meant either maintaining the security of the mission or wrangling a captive themselves if they were feeling gutsy.

After giving his little mission briefing, Paracelsian called his dagger to his hand. He had just about never actually used the thing up till now, and its weight in his grip felt more foreign than reassuring. Still, there was a lot at stake, and he knew that the mere sight of a blade could be threat enough.

He arrived just in time to see Sylvite just about flying backward from Cybele's punch. There was no time for a quip about offering assistance, but his muscles stiffened at the thought of just running up to the senshi leader and giving her a good slice. To compensate for this moment of weakness, he pointed his dagger in Cybele's direction. "You have two choices," he declared. "You will stand down, or you will be bled dry before you feel a thing."

He couldn't exactly say that it would hurt. His weapon had a peculiar numbing quality to it. Wounds were still wounds, though, especially if they were deep and bleeding.



Cafetite

A rookie with a squeaky bread toy who had barely done anything with the Negaverse after getting pulled in didn't pose that much of a threat. Cafetite knew that she couldn't be extremely effective, but a Captain had pulled her aside and requested her presence. More specifically, he had asked if she would like some "field work," which she took to mean actually seeing combat or a practical situation, and she had accepted. She'd had this destiny thrust upon her, and she figured that she might as well do something with it.

In the darkness and among the muddled auras, something stood out. A certain flame-colored senshi's hues couldn't be entirely muffled in the darkness, and neither could the sizable Eternal aura she carried. Cafetite was intimidated, to say the least. An Eternal could probably stomp a squishy lieutenant like her flat. Still, the Captain who'd brought her in had mentioned something about coming away with a captive, so maybe, if she asked nicely...

Fat chance. She was going to get obliterated. But she wouldn't know if she didn't try, right?

Squeezing her bread till it squeaked its own greeting (so much for stealth while this thing was around), Cafetite approached Ananke with a nervous smile. "Um, excuse me! Miss Eternal Senshi..." The excessively polite tone came out without her trying. "Could you please come with me? I think it would be easiest for both of us if you just let me take you back to my managers." Manager was a quirk of last-minute word choice, but it'd have to do.

And then all pretenses of politeness got ruined by some purple-haired Magpie creep dashing onto the scene.



Nambulite

A harsh, grating laugh echoed throughout the space. "Lady, you've got balls! First thing you do is walk up to an Eternal, and then you just ask if she'll come with you? If it were that easy, we'd have the world on a platter already!"

Nambulite was disappointed in the way that his heels did not dramatically click against the soccer field turf, but maybe it was for the best. His colleague had squeaky bread, for crying out loud. His attention went to Ananke. "Yeah, sure, it'd be nice if you just let Easy Bake over here take you to our leaders, but we all know that's not gonna happen, right?"

He sized up his opponent, looking for any fun baubles that stood out in the darkness. A brooch or sash from an Eternal would be a most excellent trophy. He already had a bad habit of picking on people who were tougher than him, so why not cap it off like this? A starseed, of course, would be the best trophy, but he could wait on that. Maybe.

He was completely ready to rip and tear to the best of his ability, but he wanted to see if maybe miracles could happen and this senshi would accept Cafetite's request. That would amuse him to the point that he wouldn't even need a trophy. Maybe.

Maybe.

Porrima

In typical style, Porrima wasn't terribly fussed about what was going on around her. She didn't have much of a stake in it, as far as she was concerned. Yes, it was nice to actually get out and do something for her "family" every once in a while, but she found she couldn't feel strongly about it. She had enough faith in her superiors to be sure that they would be just fine without her assistance. Also, as a basic senshi, she wasn't sure she could do much, but she knew she could do one thing. She could walk around and make people's lives a bit harder with her magic.

It was hard to pick a target, as there were a lot of them. The leader would probably be a natural target, wouldn't she? So she approached the main body of the fracas, where Sylvite had gotten sent flying by Cybele, and she had an idea. "Court Objection!" she declared as she pointed at Cybele, her tone flat as ever but loud enough to let people know she was there. She had chosen to ban physical attacks from the head senshi, because if that girl was capable of sending a Captain flying with one hit, that clearly needed to be stopped.

She didn't stick around for long, however. She knew her magic would meet its mark, and so it was time to find one more target. She walked away as though nothing happened.







Kitalpha

"Porri! Where the hell are you going? You can't just wander around on a battlefield! That's how you get some fat b***h sitting on you!" At least, in Kitalpha's weird memory, she remembered being sat on by some Order Senshi in a busy battle. She still hadn't forgiven that hecking chonker. She wanted a rematch. That was all totally beside the point, of course.

When Porrima totally ignored her and kept walking, Kitalpha kept throwing her silly little fit and following behind her fellow Corrupt senshi. "Hey! You can't just ignore me! And I bet you can't just use magic on the big boss and walk away from it! At least show some urgency!" Yes, every sentence ended in an exclamation point. Even if she couldn't be seen, she could definitely be heard. She was so wrapped up in trying to get Porrima's attention that she didn't care that she was signaling her location to any Order person with a working set of ears and good directional hearing.

In any case, Kitalpha wanted to make herself useful, so she hoped Porrima was walking in the direction of someone she could actually tussle with a bit. The Negaverse made her a badass, and she had a reputation to uphold.

Sailor Meissa

The arching of an eyebrow was the only indication that Meissa had heard her opponent on wishing that this battle would have been more challenging. It wasn't always the best idea to go in thinking that you had the advantage right away. It definitely gave the wrong impression. There was only silence from the bobcat senshi as she watched her opponent with wide eyes. At the remark about her ears her fingers twitched. Almost reverently did she allow her left hand to rise up to cheek before she sighed, "considering they're part of the uniform I would believe they are real. What's it to you anyways?"

Admittedly she thought the ears were cool. She'd grown to accept all the odd parts of her outfit - tail and ears alike. The part that still bothered her was the bare midriff of her chest but she couldn't really change that. Not yet at least. Figuring that now was just as good as any to loose her attack on the other Meissa steadied her nerves and called out to activate her magic, "Meissa's Silent Stalker!"

She had to wait and see if the attack would be effective - then she'd make a run for it.

Miyamoto

Miyamoto had hoped no one would notice him attacking Cybele in all the chaos, though he knew the chances were low, he could hope though. He couldn't not help...couldn't, for whatever reason, let Sylvite think he had lied to her. He had needed to help in some way and that had been the only way he could really help, he wasn't nearly as strong as Cybele after all. He also wasn't as strong as most of the people in the area.

Cursing himself as he felt a signature headed his way, as he entered the woods he hoped it would help him. As branches caught on his uniform and pulled at it - pulled at him. He took a moment to glance over his shoulder, trying to see whoever was following him. Bright eyes....yellow eyes.... "Wolframite?" He called out into the darkness as his pace slowed, hoping he was right.

Miyamoto

He knew it was a stupid idea, something that he'd done without a whole lot of thought put into it, but he hadn't seen much of a choice either. He hadn't expected for this training event to be ambushed and turn into some form of a battle.

Turned fully to face the half youma he almost felt like a child being scolded, but he supposed he needed it? He had certainly put himself at risk tonight, and he'd known it even as he'd attacked.

"I was hoping the chaos going on covered what I did from most people." And he did hope for that, though he did doubt it worked. But with no lights and everything else going on he could hope. It wasn't like his magic was some bright and flashing things, thankfully, that would have caught attention if it was. "I couldn't have Sylvite - the Lieutenant that approached...thinking I lied to her...that I'm really on orders side. I thought to try and help." He'd wanted to help and prove himself, even if only a little bit, for right now. He couldn't exactly join the fight out right...that would be stupid and he knew that at least. He'd just confuse everyone and wind up taking attacks from both sides in all likelihood. "I don't know what's going on...what they're planning. I came to try and start some training ahead of time." Ahead of joining Wolframite and the Negaverse. He had to do something in the meantime - right? He hadn't meant to give himself away and yet he had....

He'd hoped the darkness would cover his retreat, obviously, but it hadn't worked against the half youma. He hadn't known he'd turn up.

Miyamoto

That was true....the part about being dead. He wanted to be useful, just not to order, but that's what he'd been trying to do - be useful tonight. He knew he'd gone about it wrong, he'd just hoped for the best and acted. Time away from the fighting and being put on the spot, like it felt he'd been, and especially with who was pointing things out. He could see things better. "That's why I ran. No one would believe me and that's if I even had time to get the words out." Which he seriously doubted would happen, time to get the words out about wanting to change sides, and he didn't want just anyone doing it and he needed to finish preparing. He needed it on his own terms. This wasn't something to take lightly and he didn't want to be forced - not like he'd been forced into all this by a single cat.

"I - I ran into her nights ago and told her of my plans. She's here...and I don't want her thinking I lied and attacking me - that's all." He didn't want her to think he'd lied and feeling betray by him. He would need her, and others, when he changed sides. He'd need friends and those he could work with, he'd have a life to rebuild from the ground up. He couldn't risk the loss. So instead he went and risked himself...then again hadn't he risked himself when he'd first met Wolframite?

"I was planning to continue the act." And he would have continued it as well as he could, while just observing everything going on, but he had found himself in a spot he hadn't expected to be in.

"I'm sorry for worrying you. I wanted to help....and keep an ally." That he knew he'd need later on. "I won't worry you again. I can't let someone else kill me before you can bring me into the fold." Reaching up towards his neck, towards the covered mark, as he spoke softly. He really didn't plan on doing this again, at least he hoped not, it wouldn't be good to upset the other more.

"Did you know this was going to happen?"

Half-Youma Captain Wolframite


"I got the call to come over last minute. I'm always try to be available for these things as a member of Spec Ooerations. ." He said, relaxing slightly now that they were in cover. If anyone came by, he could pretend to be cornering the senshi. For now, he was going to just keep his eyes and ears open. It was dark in the woods but his eyes didn't exactly blend in the dark.

"I didn't think you'd willing be here. Showing up to train with them. Doesn't seem like a You thing to do."

He looked back, somewhat disappointed he could have maimed a few people but finding the trade off of keeping Miyamoto guarded a better turn around. Ensuring a corrupted was better in the end.

"Are you willing to kill one of them? If you were really desiring bloodshed, you could have stayed and followed all the way through. You could have killed someone in front of every senshi. We could have taken you with us - is that what you wanted?"

Half-Youma Captain Wolframite


He moved over to the other slowly, stopped in front of him, stared a moment, then took one of his large hands, placed it on his head, and shoved it down.

"You are too close to leaving to be risking it all for some show of loyalty you weren't even ready to fully commit to. Here is a life lesson. If you wanna act rash, be willing to follow through completely. If not, keep your brain with you and plan for later. You can show your loyalty when you have a uniform. All you are asked for right now is to live and not get in the way."

He released his head.

"Leave the rash decisions to me. It's what I'm made for." He snapped back. "That's a order."

"You get your s**t together and get ready. Don't get into anything else until it's time for you to cross. And if you remember this lesson once you come over, I'll still be giving you a refresher lecture anyways. Got it?"

Miyamoto

Letting his head be shoved down, not like he could really do anything about it, he kept his eyes locked onto the others larger eyes. Nodding his head, once he was free to, he let himself straighten up. "I'd rather you not make rash decisions as well." Unless he had to, which he hoped wasn't a thing. But he understood the others words.

"I'll keep to the orders then." Laughing then, he couldn't help it, he nodded as he reached out to touch one of the others ears. "I'll await the lecture then. I'll be safe until then. I don't think I'm much into dying." At least not yet - not till he'd changed over and proven himself. He had a lot to do once he changed sides....a lot. He already wasn't pleased with the need to change sides and give up as much as he was going to have to. It was orders fault and he would make sure that was known, and felt, before anyone could kill him. It meant he'd need to get stronger....