Grieve of Grieve Location: upstairs / back bedroom Action:grabbing a boy taking a hostage
"Alright." The disappointment was clear in both her voice and the minute slump her body. And then the senshi was in motion, hauling the boy up until she stood in the center of the room with an eye on both the door and the window. One wiry arm held him up at the waist, the other hand reaching around to the front of his throat, jagged nails, blunted by time. poised to grip and pull out the delicately quivering flesh underneath.
Some thought that the dulling of horn and claw and teeth made those like her a little bit more helpless in this new age, but the reality was that a sharp knife was simply much kinder than a dull one.
"Corpses can't really do much've anything, Lith'." Speaking in a rageful hush as he came up behind Litharge; full of exhausted charm and shadows under his eyes that looked like bruises so deep even an expensive foundation couldn't've hidden them away. Like the tiredness might stay tattoo'd on his flesh. He wanted to say more -- to add viciousness too it in mounds and heaps.
But that wasn't what was most important---
Not collecting corpses like trophies on a wall. Not here, not now. His personal bit of ******** could wait until *after* they saw Helio *alive*.
"Still-- don't get dragged into space, kay? We know our goal. Anything more'n that? You just take down the ********' liscense plate number and we get 'em next time..." He hissed tersely, unalone and gently shoving the pair of Senshi he'd dragged with him out into the open -- off in sideline directions -- he sent them with a nod.
He knew where he'd be; wherever the ******** his Team needed him most.
Cryolite had to remind himself to breathe, past the strangeness of it all, past the rising bile and shiver of fear. They weren't here for him. Wouldn't be here at all save for -- and gods -- who would even want to capture *Helio?!*
He'd scarcely known the man on a personal level; in passing, yes. In what felt like a rather professional way, as well as by word of mouth; the sort of half-dazed retellings of stories shared from Waru specifically. He'd remembered the indigo-haired man as someone kept undo himself and off to one side. Almost as if the other Senshi prefered to be as apart from them as Cryolite sometimes felt he tried to make himself seem...
But that didn't matter here, truly. If he allowed himself, the more calculating parts of his mind that wanted to abscond from feelings entirely, to think about it for a moment? This was as much a show of force as it was a warning.
It was a rescue---
But the effectiveness of it would mean so much more, wouldn't it? It had to. Things like this, the importance of them.
"I'm sorry did he say Mukbang and -- ufhhgg -- nevermind -- we're ready..." Hushed little half-hisst whisper in Cryolites ear and she blew her words out in a breath and straightened her ruffled dress as Albite let go; hanging herself off of Cryolites arm. She gave the Super a gentle squeeze occasionally, let her glance run him as she gauged his mood.
The mood of all of those around --- dangerously palpable -- and she bit her lip as she dug her nails slightly into Sy's sleeved arm.
"Aren't we chilly-pepper? We have to take a stand on *this*, hmm?" All gentle 'I've-got-yous' and lidded reassurance even though this was nothing for her (the person they were saving, the team he belonged to) it was everything for someone!
The Call had caught him on the tail end of leaving another escapade; roughly tousled, snow-drenched. He was still shaking off the way the flakes of wintry beasts melted down into his collar and the spaces between; a slick unpleasantness, an unrelenting cooling. Not nearly so cold-shock-inducing as the voice that crackled to life over the line--
He almost wished Hylonome hadn't so quickly left -- he hesitated to drag her back by her bow-tails -- not with the rift he'd carved between them. He went first instead; popping into place outside the aptly described two-story s**t-hole of a hostage harboring home. His naturally pinched features creasing further with a thicker layer of disgust; what wanabe-bloodmoon-bullshit was this?
Just the one hostage held in a ******** tinderbox? The ******** is Order thinking---
Prehnite had questions, growing ones, silenced them in his scowl as he sent a secondary invite all his own; a brief message texted in shorthanded silence. He left it like an option for his team; he didn't know what they'd be up against once this all went down. He wasn't sure what they'd actually see -- if one body would become three to rescue -- if this was just the tip of some poorly-submerged iceberg. He wasn't sure what he'd prefer his tiny herb-garden of a team be put through; so he highlighted the words he sent to them with a warning -- knowing truly that if if he ended up needing Hylo, it would only in the bloody aftermath.
Because that's what this sort of thing always led to.
But not for us -- not this time --
Of his own thoughts he felt rather assured, especially as the wall of auras grew in number. The way he couldn't hide a small razored smile for the thrill of getting what felt like a little bit of payback, if only for ghosts and their namesakes.
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As more Negaverse folks filtered in, Muri felt the hair on the backs of his neck increasingly standing on end. The people directly under Faustite’s command would listen to him; Murikabushi trusted that. Most of them had met him before, he was pretty certain. Albite was probably rare in actually liking him—though when the Nega-Eternal teleported in, Muri did shoot Albite a look that he hoped conveyed something like “I’m sorry for this whole bullshit situation but I’m here to help.” Whether the rest of them liked him or not, though, as long as they didn’t try to violently come for him, Muri would be fine.
It was everybody else who concerned him. The little ginger Lieutenant who hadn’t even bothered pronouncing his name right (Brassite) seemed alright. An earnest, hardworking (probably), eager beaver little sister type, perhaps? But plenty of people in the Negaverse didn’t have morals or the self-restraint to avoid hitting an Order senshi for Existing While Order Senshi, even with a General-Sovereign explicitly telling them not to do so.
At least Muri’s senshi phone buzzed, demanding his attention……and immediately derailing any attempts at thinking about anything else. Literally what the ******** was Grieve trying to tell him? Was she trying to say that she’d seen him through one of the upstairs windows and she wasn’t pleased with his choices? Like, fair enough if that was her intent, but Muri wasn’t exactly thrilled with the thought that Grieve was helping kidnap and torture somebody either. Not to say that he was shocked, angry, or even disappointed about it. Grieve was gonna Grieve and he accepted this about her in the same way that he accepted Faustite having a literally explosive temper and Albite regularly failing to make any sense.
As he tapped out his own strings of emojis for her—no use explaining in words when Grieve couldn’t read them—all Muri managed to feel about Grieve’s involvement and potential disappointment in him was Tired.
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……He sure hoped that those four translated to “We’ll talk at home and I’m not sorry” in Grieve’s mind. Following them came another set of four:
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🙅♀️⛓🔪💦
Having access to whip or handcuff emojis outside of Discord would’ve made Muri’s life so much easier. Still, the combination of chains, a knife, and drops of water felt like a more or less functional way to convey the idea of torture. As in telling her “I get and respect that you need to express yourself, but I don’t personally condone torture, Grieve, so I need to express *MY*self by obstructing you right now.”
Everybody teleporting in to join the team seemed focused on the Order slut, and okay, on some level? Ilmari did understand that. As far as he could tell, most Order senshi and Knights didn’t really have very good opinions of Faustite, so an Order Eternal who was willing to not just snitch on his fellow Order sluts but to go directly to Faustite about it? Was probably something worthy of note. (Ilmari did sort of feel that Faustite’s enormous fangirl could have simply joined the Negaverse and saved everyone the trouble, but of course, then his nonsense might not have been so notable.)
But the two new senshi who teleported in together, though (Cryolite and Mirabilite), they were interesting. Ilmari was only vaguely familiar with Cryolite (passing acquaintance more facilitated by Albite talking about the senshi of sublimation than anything). Only vaguely, over the sounds of everyone else, Ilmari made out that Cryolite and Mirabilite were talking……until he heard one comment in particular: I’m sorry did he say Mukbang—
“I mean, from the look of that waistline,” Ilmari chimed in without needing to think about it, edging over to stand with the other two, “I wouldn’t exactly be surprised. I guess somebody has to be the new Nikocado Avocado.”
Strictly speaking, no, Murikabushi didn’t deserve that. Even if the cut of his fuku and that utterly appalling waist-sash did him exactly zero favors, his unfortunately gorgeous legs did suggest that he had a good figure underneath all of that. Not per se skinny by Ilmari’s standards (but hardly anybody lived up to Ilmari’s standards for defining “skinny,” least of all Ilmari himself)? Yet, Murikabushi’s figure still indicated an obvious level of dedicated self-care and time spent working out.
But in turn, that all suggested that the Order slut in question could have been skinny if he’d wanted to be, which meant that he was choosing to embrace the physique he had, which made Ilmari absolutely burn to start fighting somebody.
For the moment, though, he settled on snarking to Cryolite and Mirabilite, “Just because he’s the senshi of hunger doesn’t mean he needs to embrace his sphere so much, right?”
Eternal Murikabushi of Hunger Location: outside, with Team Faustite. Action: being unimpressed with Ilmari’s pathetic attempt at throwing shade.
As much as Murikabushi meant to focus on the task at hand, he couldn’t help but pick out snatches of the other conversations flaring up around him. Mostly, he tried to tune them out. Banished his senshi phone only to pull his civ one out of his subspace. Typed out a quick text to Yuki: “Probably burning through all my powered time until New Year’s right now. But I’m being safe and not letting other magical babes torture someone. Will explain more at home later.” Minded his own business because few things in this life were sexier and cooler than minding one’s own business.
—Except stray comments about Murikabushi himself cut through the din of everything else, all of them seeming to come from some Disney princess-looking little twink who, all tea and all shade, felt recognizable to Muri in the sort of way that he wouldn’t have wished on anybody. Had this not been such a serious situation, Muri might have dignified the high school mean girl bullshit with a direct response. As it was, he edged closer to Albite and Faustite, gently nudging at Albite’s shoulder to get his attention. Having watched Faustite sign to him recently, Muri felt reasonably confident that Albite would also have learned ASL.
Muri was better at reading other people’s signing than making his own hands behave correctly. A b***h simply loved to talk too much. Still, he moved his hands carefully now, making sure he got the movements correct.
That little blonde one is funny, Muri signed at Albite, rather than give the possibly-still-teenager any vocal attention. Trying to read a b***h when he’s illiterate. Do you really let him get away with making the team look so petty?
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2025 8:43 am
General Arsenopyrite Location: Outside near the back Action: Waiting for directions
A call for as many Agents as possible had gone out and while he hadn't been able to make it as soon as he had gotten it, Arseno did manage to arrive and see quite the scene outside. It seemed everyone there was ready to go and attack the Order within, and with Faustite leading along with his team, well Arseno couldn't do much except stand outside and wait.
He thought about summoning his Youma, but he didn't want to risk it getting dusted in case the Order spotted it and were already for their attack.
It was interesting however. As much as he was aligned with the Negaverse's goals and participating in some kidnappings as well, he was surprised that Order would do the same. Why were they keeping this Corrupt alive? Did they take them as a means to lure out as many Agents as possible or were they just wanting answers.
He let out a sigh. He doubted any of that would be answered unless he asked Faustite himself after the battle. The goal here was to grab their Corrupt and take out Order. Nothing more nothing less for the time being.
General Chambersite Location: Outside Action: Also waiting and holding back a certain Corrupt from charging in like an idiot
Well well, wasn't this going to be fun? An all out battle with Order in an attempt to get one of the Corrupt Senshi back that had been dumb enough to get themselves captured. Great.
Chambersite didn't really care about getting the Corrupt back. He was rather looking forward to the fight. If they could take down any Order that would be even better. Faustite and his team would take care to get the Corrupt back. He doubted he would even see the Corrupt in the disogranized fight that was about to happen.
But he wasn't in charge, which meant waiting for orders and with that he was holding onto the hood of a Corrupt who was pulling as hard as she could in order to get out of his grasp in an effort to go and blow all of the efforts that the Negaverse had done for this plan.
He looked over at the Captain that was with them, but she seemed to be stuck looking at her tablet. He rolled his eyes and looked back at the Corrupt. "If you go charging in there before everyone is ready, you'll just get yourself killed. Surprisingly these Order characters seem to mean business, unlike the usual of wanting to talk us out of things." He said, gripping the hood tighter.
Basic Corrupt Triplite Location: Outside Action: Fighting against the hold that Chambersite has on her hood
"Just... let me... at them!" She muttered as she continued to pull against the grip that Chambersite had on her. When she had heard about the fight and that they were going to go after a group of Order that had one of them hostage AND take out as many as they could? She had begged Chambersite to take her. She didn't want to miss out on this! And now they had to WAIT?!? Where was the fun in that? And besides, there were so many Agents out here, they could just rush in and defeat all of those Order!
"We can... get them!" She said while digging her feet in the ground in an attempt to break free.
Captain Eveite Location: Outside Action: Writing on tablet and observing
For her part, Eveite was out here because she had been told she had to be by Chambersite more than actually wanting to do... literally anything in this situation. Her activity was behind a monitor with a keyboard, not out here actually fighting!
She was going to hang at the back as much as possible and take notes down while avoiding fighting if possible. As ruthless as she was, she still hadn't found any reason to actually go out and physically fight. Destroying someone financially or mentally was much more satisfying than doing it physically to her.
She had come here with Chambersite and stayed with him for the moment, noting that the Corrupt he had also brought with him was much too eager to lay hands. Good. She could do all of the fighting for herself and Eveite.
"Explosion of high heat and energy, so heat and blunt force trauma kinda bang." Plus shrapnel if she hit something solid, she guessed, but hadn't had much of a chance to test that.
"Your shield okay against that? If so, we might be able to time it so you can bring it up right after I get a shot over you." She lingered on the stairs due to that, aware her five-foot-two stature gave her a disadvantage on trying to shoot around allies.
She held up her hand and made a finger gun pose with it. "Snapping my fingers gets a... a core spark going, basically. Energy firms around it, and then I 'shoot' it at the opponent." In ideal situations, anyway. Her magic was unstable, she couldn't trust the ranges she used to know for it. Even less as a Super with stronger force behind the blast. "So if you're able, if you can put that shield up right when you see a ball of energy shoot by."
Unless he couldn't use it against magic or the physical force hers caused, in which case... she'd need to get ahead of the knights and outside soon as possible.
She looked to the Page, her expression softening slightly. "I'm sorry you got pulled into this. I can bring... I think two people with me to my world, if needed." She hesitated slightly to offer it, glancing between the two knights. But if they needed a getaway...
Focusing long enough to do it wouldn't be easy in a battle, but not impossible if they could time things right. Frankly, she just hoped it wasn't freaking needed and they could get out of this another way, but she knew the dangers of not considering all options.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2025 9:25 am
Corrupt Eternal Fafnir Location: Outside by Faustite/Inside the back bedroom Action: Issuing orders to stay out of his smoke cloud, teleporting behind the house and crashing in through the window to the back room before setting off his eternal magic AoE.
At the gesture from Faustite, Fafnir tensed, wound tight as a spring before release. He'd find Helio even if it meant tearing apart every room in the damned place... and going through every body between them. Brute force was not Fafnir's preferred method, but no one seemed inclined to try to negotiate. They all wanted blood, and hopefully, they would have it in a flood.
The shock of order signature advancing on them stalled Fafnir's teleportation and he felt, somewhere deep, a flash of surprise that it was the order skank Faustite had ordered them to spare that joined them. Disappointing, since that meant he likely couldn't 'accidentally' hurt him, but no matter. There was always later. At least, there had been, before Murikabushi pointed out where Helio was, and a way in...
Blue eyes flashed to the tall order senshi and swept over his face, looking for lies. Could they trust him? Why was he helping them? He was basically serving up his allies on a silver platter... was this some convoluted plot to purify and become an informant for the Negaverse? Thoughts he had to pack away for processing later. They needed to go, before those inside did something to Helio...
"Teleporting to the back alley and then going in through the window." Fafnir announced to the members of the team that had joined in. The last thing he needed was for the rest to get in his way because they didn't know the plan. "Keep ten feet back and count to 30 when you see my smoke, then follow." Or enjoy a nice bath in the poison cloud, but if they were stupid enough to do so, they deserved it.
"Go for the enemy once inside. I'll grab Helio and teleport out. Retrieving him is priority."
All he had to do was get his hands on his brother. Easy as that... All he had to do was put his hands on him.
The words turned around and around in his head as he flung himself into the teleport, blinking away from Faustite's side and appearing in the alley behind the house. He crouched as soon as he landed, eyes flicking to the window, and then launched himself into the air, crashing through glass and wood with his arms wrapped around his face.
Smoke poured from his lips, boiling outwards as his feet hit the floor inside. He got a flashing glimpse of the others inside as the smoke spread around him in a sickly, stinking cloud, rolling across the floor to fill the space around Fafnir.
** everyone is free to decide if they are close enough to the window to be within ten feet ** Eternal Sailor Attack: Dragon's Doom
An AoE attack, Fafnir blows out a cloud of sickly purple smoke that surrounds him up to ten feet in all directions. Those who enter or are within the cloud will see disease spread across exposed skin and feel their health and energy withering. The effect grows stronger the closer you are to Fafnir, so brushing the edge of the cloud may be uncomfortable, but being right beside him is almost intolerable. The cloud smells and tastes terrible, but while unpleasant, doesn't actually add to the effect any way but psychologically. The effect lasts as long as you are within the cloud, but fades with in half a minute of leaving it. The cloud itself lasts about 30 seconds before fading, and breathing does not affect the magic. He can use it twice per battle.
Muri's intel was useful – they had a back route in, the loc for Aelius, and enough to indicate that there weren't many ways in or out of the dilapidated shithouse. Muri was Muri, however, and Faustite wagered he wasn't typically involved in any recon, ambush, or extraction missions. Best that they didn't rely on a single report.
Faustite shot Headache a look as the youma's only warning that he would have much to translate for the quickly growing crowd. With the other youma already dismissed, Faustite forewent his weapon and began spelling out instructions in quick flickers of clawed hands. Occasionally he would point to specific people – Murikabushi, Hestia, Albite, Mizuki, Chalcanthite, Benitoite to name a few – as the instructions went on. Headache lagged a moment before beginning its translation.
"I'm splitting off," the creature said in Faustite's much-missed voice. "Mizuki and Hestia are coming with me. Best the extraction team stays small. We'll be going in from the side alley. Albite, you're in charge of the rest of the team.
"I want eyes on the front door and side alley. Do a quick pass to spot any undiscovered exits. Job's best suited for a youma that flies." Headache had seen Arsenopyrite among the crowd; his youma would have been a good choice, but that final decision would fall to others.
"Siege all entrances but for the back alley. Make sure no one gets out. Draw their attention by any means necessary – the bulk of you are cover for the extraction. Generals and Eternals, keep everyone organized in the siege. Command as you see fit.
"Benitoite and Chalcanthite, you're my point people. Be swift and authoritative. Brook no argument. And keep an ear to your comms for when we announce the retrieval.
"Everyone else, press them with ferocity. Do not let yourself be led too far into the structure; we need the enemy trapped inside like rats. Once we've got Heliodor, I want them buried with the ******** building. If they survive it, they'll have horror stories to demoralize their friends. They'll wish they'd died."
Turning toward the building, Faustite signaled for the bulk of them to move out. Thereafter, he beckoned Murikabushi, Mizuki, and Hestia to follow as he leapt to an adjacent building. His virulent aura fell away to that of a General's as he raised his weighted hood over his head.
Best you stay with us, he signed to Muri. Tell us who we're dealing with on the way. Play your best ******** hostage if it comes down to an even exchange. Work with us and I'll let you tell your favorites to ******** off to their planets before they're broken by rubble.
Faustite motioned for the small group to follow. Let's catch up with Fafnir, he signed as he began stepping backward. Turning, he leapt down to sprint through the alleyway.
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Orders are in bold! There's lotsa teams here, so I tried to keep the orders vague enough that everybody can do stuff with their teams as they would like! The go-ahead's been given to rough up some Order folks~
Many of the others were already making for the main entrance, which was a relief to Celadon. She was sure that people like Halle and some of the alien senshi that she hadn't known would be capable of holding off a force long enough for them to figure something out. The other one — Grieve — had gone in for the hostage, and she seemed much more familiar with these sorts of catastrophes than Celadon could ever hope to be; maybe she'd know what to do next.
Because Celadon didn't. Certainly not with that horrid collection of auras so close to them, casting a black cloud over their first attempts at taking initiative. Grieve had to have some ideas.
Celadon sprinted for the room where Drayson was kept. Upon flinging open the door, however, she was met with a cloud of smoke and her inadvertent gasp flooded her lungs with the foul-tasting vapor. She coughed immediately, eyes watering, and she squinted through the opaque disaster to try to spot Grieve and Drayson.
Whatever this was, it felt exhausting to her — like simply standing in it was shaving years off of her life. As she reached up to rub her eyes, her hands looked sallow and stricken with rash. Was it coming from Grieve? Maybe someone else was there, too, but with all the auras practically stacked on top of each other, she was having trouble telling who was where. "Do you still have Drayson?" She called around a couple choked coughs.
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General Borax Location: Outside, with Albite Action: Tablet pen, taking notes, telling Tincalconite to follow what Albite tells the team to do
"Well, s**t," murmured Borax, half to his underling and half to himself, "Albite actually sounds pissed."
Honestly, Borax was used to Albite's usual way of battles. He entered into things recklessly and with an abundance of enthusiasm. Even when he turned himself into that grotesque Youma form, he was all grins and teases a mile long. Now?
Well, Borax never was the one to doubt Albite. The man had more of a brain on him than it seemed, even if he was saying s**t about ... mukbangs...
Whatever.
That white bodiced mukbang was a nuisance, but at least he was a useful one. Borax started his note taking with the Earth Knight and the Cybele Squire, along with making the briefest sketch of their premises. It could be sent out to the rest of their people to give them an idea of what they were dealing with. Everything else would have to be mental notes, he supposed; his job wasn't to lurk with a pen and paper.
He did lean toward Tincalconite, though.
"Listen to what Albite says," his voice dropped down for a moment, "He may sound like an idiot sometimes, but he didn't get granted that rank for nothing." Borax did his best to ignore Tincalconite's eye roll.
His gaze snapped out to where everyone started splitting off.
"I'm going to be keeping track of who is here. If Order has some people who can actually pull s**t like this, we need to note them and eliminate them." Or recruit them, he supposed, but he wasn't sure any of them deserved that particular generosity
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'I know--' A forgiving look thrown in Muri's direction as he caught the other Eternals gaze; a quick moment shared in the handspan of rapidly ticking seconds. He felt like he'd always known, like this was some divine sort of vindication for being so sure of *this* Senshi. Certainly it was more than he could've ever hoped for when considering the start of it all -- the lengthy warped journey to *here* -- seeing Muri in white and wishing they were meeting up to exchange presents and pleasantries rather than battle-plans and the layout of Helios 'cell'.
I'll get them to him later---
And then there was no more time. Not to respond the way he wanted to Muri's warmth at his shoulder and the careful, elegant signs the Eternal'd clearly been practicing. "Consider it growing pangs---" A quick murmur before he roughly signed 'Later' and watched the team break off under orders; his gaze lingering on Hestia n Mizu-bee, a pair of sudden bright spots with sharp gazes, some of his best girls!
He watched Fafnir ******** shoot off like Satan on skates-- the back was covered, the shotgun sound of breaking glass made that clear. That only left the rest....
"Lith--" Like he could chip his tooth on the Captains name as the plans rapidly solidified and he adapted to the new info; the extraction team decided and alleyway covered. "The front door on this place---remove it for me." Like the building had offended him personally, more-so than just its thieving occupants.
"Cry--" And on any other day he would've been loathe to break up tea-time, but? "Pax!" The Supers name kissed over his teeth as he bit out a brief command. "On Lith---" He had his reasoning, he wasn't about to trap his team in a bottleneck AOE Hell of their own making at the frontmost entrance -- nor send the basics in like alluring fodder, not even if their dresses fit the bit just right. He would ******** try to drive as many of the rats inside out the back; through the windows, through the walls! Into the flaming arms of the extraction party and the other guarded escape routes.
Towards the rest of them that lay waiting around the perimeter.
"Ladies? Tinman -- you're window-shopping." Spoken to Ilmari and Mira with the slightest pause. Begging with a look for them to give it a beat and see who came crawling out under the floorboards or through the dirty, boarded, glass-panes before he busted them open all on his and let them crawl in through. "You hold down whatever comes *out*---"
For the people who have the knives.
A thought that he didn't think needed finishing aloud as he acknowledged Borax with a nod that skirted the lines of being downright professional in nature, an insane sort of rarity, but he could be happy again once the confirmation of Helio being actually *alive* slid over the comms ---
They were almost scott free. Decisions had been made. They only needed to decide how to execute it when the signatures began popping up. The most damning of them was the oppressive General Soverign one that practically shouted the arrival of Faustite. She didn’t even need to look out the window that looked down on the street below to know it was him.
She cursed a litany of words.
People were already moving. Grieve, who had been mid talking was already on her way to Aelius’s room. Others began to filter out of the room in haste and head downstairs.
As she watched this happen, contemplating the next best move, more signatures popped up to the point that she could no longer tell how many there actually were outside. They were greatly outnumbered, and at this rate there was no hope of them getting out alive beyond fleeing to the planets and homeworlds. The only problem with that is that some may not be able to go, or even know how to teleport to their own worlds.
Her eyes flashed to Celadon. The woman was moving. Hy wanted to ask her if she could bail by teleporting to her own homeworld if it came down to it, but the Squire was gone before she could even utter the words. She'd find her. Hy was all too aware how she dragged the younger woman into all of this. She wasn't going to abandon her to whatever fate.
She took a chance and peeked out the window.
They were going to need help.
She wasted no time in putting together and sending out the SoS to any remotely close order senshi and Knights.
Order SoS" A large group of negaverse agents have a small group of us surrounded in Plainsview Summit part of the city. General King Faustite is in attendance. Requesting help and back up![/quote]
The crash of glass announced the battle had begun.
Hy spun on a boot heel and hurried out of the room and headed for the stairs. [/size]
[Quote] An SoS has been sent out to order members! At this point people are free to engage.
Note: There are youma on the battlefield. If you prefer to RP your own battle by using a youma then they are there for you to engage.[/quote]
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2025 12:32 pm
Captain Litharge Location: Front ********' door, to inside Action: One forced entry, coming up
Oh great, they could teleport him to space if he wasn't careful. Good to know. Or have confirmed at least. It does ring some sort of bell in his head, but the bell is like... cracked or something. Faustite took some of their senshi after Fafnir as the dragon man went off to smokebomb the back door. Least, that was the impression Litharge got as the senshi ran off saying something about 'stay behind me and count to thirty.'
Albite pulled his attention with a curl of his voice that did really inappropriate things to his heart rate at hearing it. Thank Odin that Metallia gave him very baggy pants, because he was only human and a very gay man. The command to remove the door settled in his spine and he nodded, hoping his cheeks weren't as bright red as they felt.
"One forced entry, comin' up," he said to Albite. He made his way towards the front door. Once, he probably wouldn't have been able to do full on kick the door in, even as good as his leg press was. Hells, he might have even been hesitant to break in a door at all. Metallia had given him a boost though, when he was brought into the fold. And taken just enough of him to put something a little more... ruthless in its place.
His boot slammed against the door with with a crack, the lock ripping out of the door frame. It crashed against the wall - still attached by at least one hinge - and he summoned his scythe. It flared into his hands with a crackle of dark flames.
"Door's open," he said into his communicator to Albite, a wicked grin in his voice. Mmm power felt good.
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Aelius couldn’t help but feel like Grieve seemed put out by his response to her question. Good. Perhaps he created an inconvenience for her. Likely it would be easier to use him as a dispensable shield but he very much would rather stay among the living thank you very much.
The woman, he had to admit, was efficient. She grabbed him up and had him positioned in no time. He was completely at her mercy as she held his weight. He was practically bent in half in her arms, neck craned up as her nails pressed up into his throat.
He feared even swallowing wrong as the woman dug in. He wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse that they weren’t razor sharp. For now, they gave him some clearance without tearing him a part with how she pushed into his skin, but the damage that would be done if she decided she had grown tired of her hostage.
He didn’t get a chance to follow that train of thought as the sound of breaking glass filled the room. Glass shattered inwards and Aelius closed his eyes against it.
Something filled his senses. He coughed, eyes flashing open to see an all too familiar sight. “Fafnir.” He coughed out the name, unsure if he was even heard or could be understood as a fresher lethargy overtook him. He had never been caught in Fafnir’s attacks before having known better than to be too close. It was an experience he would have happily never experienced. Thankfully he was saved from the visual of illness spreading with Grieve’s grip keeping his head up and eyes forward.
He did know better than to keep breathing it in though as he held his breath.
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Cela Proximity
Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2025 1:44 pm
Illyria Location: Outside Action: Still Hiding ... and debating the merits of answering the SOS
At first the idea had been to simply wait it out. Perhaps the group inside could get away without Illyria running interference. But as each chaotic aura bloomed into existence the Mauvian shrank back further and further into her little hidey hole. Oh, this really was a s**t show now. How would the small amount of Order folk seemingly now trapped inside get away? Well, if they weren't immediately subdued, there was a chance they could escape off world.
She had not been idle.
Illyria had dug out her own version of a senshi phone, muted it, and set it down beside her. It had worked before, and it would work again. If anyone sent out a call for help, she'd receive it. Whether or not she would actively rush out to assist was another question. She'd underestimated a single opponent once and had paid a hefty price and while there was a chance that perhaps Meissa was amongst the auras that pressed down oppressively over her small frame, there was certainly no guarantee. To rush in meant the risk of injury and that would have possibly drawn Ida into the fray and if Faustite was out there, this was one battle that she'd not risk having her bonded partner about.
She'd been waiting less than five minutes when the device beside her came to life and Illyria pounced on it to diminish its light source. Well, at least those inside were smart enough to call for backup. If only they'd been smart enough to not have done this in the first place.
Peeking her head out from between the planks covering her Illyria began to snake her way away from the overall conflict zone. At what she perceived to be a safe distance Illyria summoned her own little transformation device before staring down at it. Did those inside deserve her help or not? She didn't condone their actions ... and their thoughts concerning Aelius' fate but to bail on them because of that wouldn't it be wrong? She shifted from paw to paw before she assumed her human form. Her instincts screamed at her to leave the area immediately. But she didn't. She would still hang back, maybe distract a few lower ranked individuals, but she would not attempt to breach the perimeter that was now seemingly in place. First though, she needed to diminish her aura to a safer level.
Pressing the button on the side of her GPS unit, Illyria inhaled deeply as the familiar sense of her transformation overtook her.
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Open for interaction. In her Mauvian Senshi form Illyria's signature will feel like that of a super senshi.
Grieve of Grieve Location: upstairs / back bedroom Action: coughing up ******** that is, a little violence, trying to let the hostage negotiation speak for itself
Well ******** and ******** again. Curling back her lips in a grimacing smile, Grieve took note of the attack's effects. The crash through the window was to be expected in the Everything is Going to s**t Tonight sort've way, but she really hated dealing with unfamiliar magics. Especially those soft magics that worked the mind sideways. This one felt like it had a few things going on. Thankfully she didn't lose consciousness, control of emotions, control of her body...? No, there was a weakening. One that reminded her of the decay of her Eternal state over time, of limbs weakening as mangy feathers fell out until their weight at her back was gone entirely.
There was more to it, and some of it was familiar as the world she loathed to call home. But that sudden sense of weakening was enough to have her practically jumping back until her shoulders hit the corner of the room, hauling Aelius along, keeping him in front of her.
"I've...got him...hostage," Grieve managed to cough out in response to Celadon and as a warning to this new senshi of smoke and vileness. It was the last thing she'd say, the smoke was too much to fight, so she dealt with it in a less direct way.
Sinking her face down into the soft curve of the boy's neck, Grieve clamped her teeth down at the side of his throat. Between those jagged teeth and her fingers still digging in, removing Aelius from her would not only be difficult, but would be more damaging to him than her. It also...felt very nice, and comforting, to have a tender neck within her jaws. A source of calm within a tense and worsening situation.
She was still coughing, and each wrack of her body sent a wave of pain and pressure to Aelius's throat. Letting the walls help hold up her body, Grieve stared at this Fafnir with a coldly expectant gaze.
