Sig had a split second, a 'oh s**t' moment, when the crystal in the wall made a ominous sound. Taking that as his cue to duck and cover he did just that, luckily avoiding any real damage as the thing just up and exploded. He could feel shards and general debris strike the flimsy wood of the counter, a particularly nasty shard actually punctured the plywood making Sig's eyes go wide. "Bloody hell," He breathed before popping back up to see just how bad of a mess everything, and everyone was. Including Antares.
He was concerned about his girl but knew out of the both of them, she was way more capable of protecting herself. It didn't mean he wasn't worried, or wanted to just wrap her in bubble wrap to protect her.
Any further actions of Sig's were rather abruptly halted when a familiar voice said 'remember me' even as a cold hand gripped him by the back of his neck and lifted slightly. Not enough to hold him off of his feet but enough to make it hard for him to move, the grip was also making it exceedingly hard to breathe. The page knew who he was facing... from behind at least... and knew that the hand holding him was nothing but that ghostly apparition from before. "******** you," He gasped out even as he grabs at anything on the counter to try to toss over his shoulder at where he assumed her to be.
Sara Draconia
((General office supply shower coming your way))
Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2023 6:31 pm
Antares wasn't exactly expecting to have anything thrown at her face but that didn't mean she would get hit by it. She moved nearly instinctually, honestly at this point it likely was since she grew up with a lot of stuff thrown at her, but when the throw wasn't followed up with a physical attack she could only stare at the double birds the damn lieutenant from earlier flashed her as he exited the building. Oh my god, for ******** sake what were they teaching these guys? As tempting as it was to go after the kid and rub his face into the dirt it felt a bit too much like picking on a child, and that was something she would never do.
It didn't really matter since at that moment the crystal in the wall exploded, throwing Antares off of her chair and onto the ground. Shards of crystal and wall debris mostly missing her but still making her even dirtier then she was before. Honestly the glass from the window was a much more immediate danger to her then the explosion had been. The safety glass from the broken window still cut her hands as she climbed to her feet, there were a few nicks on her legs and one rather large gash on her arm. None bleeding too much so they weren't deep from being thrown onto what was essentially a bed of glass. They still stung though.
Of course all of that just went out the window when she spotted Sig with some shadowy hand around his throat. "Oh, HELL NO!" The blonde reacted without thought, without care of her own injuries, and without any concept of her own power. She just freight trained into the senshi that was lurking behind her guy. It was a tackle that a NFL linebacker would be proud of.
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((Throwing away your weapon is generally a bad idea XD even one that sucks, at least in antares' book))
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2023 7:44 pm
Her hand had barely grabbed the Ida guy's back before her whole world shifted. It felt like getting hit by a truck and the fabric that ripped off her target came with her as she hit the ground and saw stars. This was exactly ******** why she hated not being one on one with an opponent. "Ugh, rude I was in the middle of settling a score." It was not going well and instinctively she shoved her hand into the blonde's chest and squeezed at their starseed. It was an awkward position as she tried to otherwise wiggle out from underneath them.
It wasn't good to be this close to another senshi if they had some rude a** magic but she really couldn't do much about it just yet. Getting a bit of leverage with her heel, she felt like she might be making progress out from under them. Her fog covered them both so it might keep others from dogpiling on her. She really didn't like being touched by people and it just added fuel to the fire of her wanting to fight. "Get off me dumb b***h!" Squeezing a bit more on their starseed to and emphasis to her words.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2023 9:10 pm
Squire Halle of Lysithea (and Lisse, with permission!) action: entering, summoning a shield to block some of the damage, fussing
The baby unicorn squad, now armed with the world's wimpiest fire extinguisher, reached the waiting room just in time to take in the broken open windows and doors, the giant messed up crystal in the wall, and the sudden explosion of said crystal. Throwing out his shield once more, Halle wasn't quite in time to block it all for the group. There was a long slash of blood across one of his hands, and it'd serve as a good reminder later on. Get faster. Build up some muscle memory for his magic, now that he had it.
Turning to the others, keeping the fighters (especially her), in the corner of his eye, Halle scanned them for injuries. "Are you guys okay?"
Lisse, wide-eyed and pale, was definitely not okay, but was also pretty much okay.
Squire: A simple wooden long shield shaped like a unicorn head Defensive magic: summons a 6'x 12' version of the wooden shield, while it only blocks magic and physical attacks from one direction, it is a physical manifestation that also blocks line of sight as to what's going on behind it. magic pool: 45 seconds
Action: Exiting while the exit is good! Attacking: Being shoved through a doorway---
Mirabilite had waited impatiently while every other person seemed to file out and get gone, his sigh long suffering, and then a fresh fight broke out in the middle of the room and drew his barely open eyes. Not a new fight, exactly, a continuation of one he'd watched play out in the hall before narrowly escaping all the magic that had exploded in the otherwise tiny space!
It was that same Senshi again, that same agent! It was just starting to turn into a good show, he almost wanted popcorn to watch it to. Then everything went south at once, the energy, the explosion, the congealing smoke thicker than the braids that made up his own hair lacing through the ceiling and tarring it to pitch. He watched the cheating ******** disappear into the fog--
That couldn't be anything good---
"H-hey! Get the ******** off of her!!" suddenly his desire to remain laid up and laid out rapidly was rapidly waning as he assured by the shouts that the spookier Senshi get dog-pilled mid-vengeance sequence. He never made it to his feet, or into the fog-pile, instead he got hauled up by the waist like a sack of potato's and then pre-emptively shunted through the door into the parking lot with the rest---
[Exit To the Parking Lot]
.:Eternal Husband Albite, Corrupt Senshi of Take it Outside Already!:.
Action: Clocking back in and throwing red cards onto the field! Attacking: Eenie meenie minie moe -- pick an agent of order and lets go!
The five minutes he wanted to have all to himself while saying his goodbyes never seemed to come, it ticked away in a blink, into two, into intense and vibrant seconds of brief yet fiery peace as an explosion rocked the place with shrapnel and even more glitzy yet gagging smoke filled the room.
It was a shame to watch the puppy fail--what a good youma--Ethe had tried so damn hard too! He'd have to tell Faustite later about the good news on the hounds part. With no more dog in the fight and the fog of war steadily rolling in Albite finally, reluctantly, put his half finished lunch away. There were only so many near-death experiences he was willing to sit passively through before he had to call time on it.
And then Mira started sqawling-- and he decided he'd had about enough of watching things unfold and letting the others run headlong with all their hearts into it!
"Nawhp, time for you to go! M'abs, I'll getchu home after, kay?!" as if he was going to let his fawn-legged fire hazard of a friend run into a fight Albite was absolutely sure Mirabilite would lose! Besides, that's what he'd stayed back for in the first place!
*To make sure all their own got the ******** out.*
He had to give Order props for this, to admire the pair for having such spirit, comradery, and two on one tactics were smart as always!! But? It was poor sportsmanship by his ruling to interfere in what looked like a grudge match, even one with a bit of a power imbalance going on---
"Ladies and Gentlemen! The roofs on fire, the spas closed, and it's time to take this s**t outside, okay? Alrighty then!" he let his magic seek the body shaped spoils buried in the fog, felt the lengths of ink made ribbons snag, and snare, and tie -- and the second it seemed like he had someone -- something -- anything at all! He made to yank on them, and drag them unceremoniously towards the door labeled 'out'.
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Choking Retribution!
Albites tattoos appear to come alive, slithering off his harm like ethereal magical ribbons. The tattoo ribbons wrap around his intended opponent (pick a body part) and tie the two together for a duration of 20 seconds. The bindings slowly begin to tighten on said opponent, squeezing a bit like a boa constrictor would. Neither is able to escape the other until the magic is ended, or the weak ribbons are severed. He can now use the attack twice in battle, but can still only focus on one target at a time. Effect: Instantaneous Range: 6 Feet Duration: 20 seconds Number of uses: 2 Number of targets: 1
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2023 10:09 pm
Farbauti, Basic Order Senshi of Rage Action: this b***h empty (of energy to drain), YEET!!!
Albite, Farbauti decided, did seem really very nice (especially relative to the very low bar that Farbauti’s previous encounters with Negaverse operatives had set). Maybe a bit single-minded, but outside of the Internet and away from the safety of one of his troll accounts, Farbauti could hardly hold that against anyone—not in light of how Vanya could be about arguing cinema with people, when given half a chance.
Watching Albite finally get up to his feet, maybe ready to throw magic around again instead of continuing to nom on his sandwich or some such thing…… That felt very cinematic, at least from Farbauti’s current perspective. The words currently eluded him, between the smoke that he knew would make him start coughing and hacking before too long, and the way that everything had suddenly gotten so heavy and slow for him, but Farbauti could picture the shots in his head quite perfectly.……
And then he felt something tighten around his neck again.
He barely had time to think about it being Albite’s magic before Farbauti found himself yoinked out of his chair and flung out the smashed up window, towards the parking lot.
Blocking her face with the remainder of her sandwich, Grieve glanced at the large shard of crystal sticking out of it for a long moment before shrugging and plucking it out. "Woulda hurt a right b***h."
Urania had been safely carried off by the Knight that was, annoyingly, stronger than her right now. The doors and windows were open, the ******** up crystal had gotten ******** up in turn, and she'd been fed. Grieve surveyed the area and announced to nobody in particular, "My work here is done."
A body flew past her as she sauntered out the doors.
Apparently the eternal was done watching everyone play.
Kaifeng, Squire of Saturn Action: trying to get the baby unicorn squad down when the explosion happens, then going for escape via the windows.
Seeing the fire extinguisher that the young unicorn squires brought out with them, Kaifeng couldn’t fault them for having tried to find it. “Good thinking,” he told the boys as he looked all over the room around them, trying to find the best path through the variously fighting and exhausted people to the exit. “Attentive and resourceful. Well done.”
Truthfully, Kaifeng didn’t know how useful the fire extinguisher would really prove or not, especially as some of the others involved in the tussling worked to break open the windows and progressively revealed a crystal that had been hidden……somewhere around here? Kaifeng presumed? Having tried to keep his eyes on the teenage knights he’d gotten attached to, he hadn’t entirely seen where the crystal had come from. The more important thing, though, was simply this: even if the fire extinguisher didn’t do much, the young squires had been thinking about what they could do in the situation with means available to them other than their magic. Maybe hearing it from someone else wouldn’t mean very much—if anything at all—but maybe it would, and either way, quick, circumspect thinking such as theirs deserved commendation.
—Which was about when someone struck a final blow to the crystal.
And then, the crystal exploded.
As the young squire with the shield magic rushed in to put it up again, Kaifeng called to the others, “Get down!” Moving to crouch for himself, he tried to pull the young Page (Almere) with him. Running from the blast would only get them hurt worse, as far as Kaifeng was aware.
Once the blast had settled, though, Kaifeng pushed himself back up to his feet. “I’m alright,” he affirmed, offering a hand to help Almere back up as well. “You’re quick with that shield. Excellent work.”
Not quick enough to stop himself from getting cut up, though, and Kaifeng briefly pursed his lips. “Got a first aid kit in my subspace,” he said gently. Thankfully, more and more people were making their exits into the parking lot—some a bit unwillingly, judging by the blue-and-orange blur that got yote out by some Nega-senshi’s magic—which helped clear up a path to the windows. Kaifeng motioned toward the smashed out glass. “Not as good as healing magic, but I can take a look once we’re outside.”
[EXIT TO PARKING LOT, POSSIBLY WITH BABY UNICORN SQUAD?]
Rousing herself to at least figure out what was going on was the best course of action. Irkalla felt as if a breath of fresh air had revitalized her just a little and she used that perking up of sorts to get out of this building. There was still the ever present danger of being burned up by the fire that was still, undoubtedly, consuming what was left of "At Ease" and Irkalla had no real reason to stick around and find out what it felt like to be burned alive.
The blast that struck her from behind caused the squire to momentarily fall to her knees and wince as she felt what seemed like little knives pierce the fabric of her dress to continue on their way to burrow into her back.
'Breathe, just breathe. Get to the exit and get out and just leave. Good plan, now put it into action.'
The mantra repeated in the squire's mind as she pushed herself to her feet in order to get to the opening that would see her leave this place and seek treatment elsewhere.
The youma froze. Illyria had been hoping for that possibility and was glad when it came to fruition. What she hadn't expected to happen was feeling and seeing the crystal behind her explode in a very violent way and she twisted her human body into a ball but still felt various pieces of debris strike her. The good news was that the explosion seemed to have taken care of her canine problem and Illyria glanced around the room to really make sure that the youma really was gone.
Feeling bruised all over and singed from earlier meant that Illyria was definitely calling it a night. All of her limbs ached and there was probably going to be an extended rest up and feel better session in her immediate future but first she needed to slink out of here. Calling upon the less noticeable form of her feline state did the Mauvian gingerly pick her way across the Waiting room to exit the building ... and start on the way home.
There was still a lot of action going around in the waiting room but Meissa wasn't really in the mood to try and figure out what it all meant. After she had thrown the pot it seemed to get unbearably warm as whatever that creature had been shot flame towards her. It was just a little too much effort to avoid it completely. Feeling her exposed skin tighten in response to the elevated temperature and seeing bits of her fuku catch flame had Meissa snapping out of whatever funk she'd settled in to swat wearily at the burning bits of her senshi uniform before she yawned. Okay, since being burned alive is not on my list of things to experience, I best get out of here. But I'm so tired.
Scraping up whatever energy reserves she had left Meissa stumbled toward the door only to be knocked to her feet from the concussive blast that occurred from nearby. Stumbling, but feeling as if she got back a little bit of a second wind did the Senshi of Bobcats make her way outside via the exit that had been conveniently made by another individual.
[[ all my characters are exiting the waiting room ]]
Sodalite was not pleased. After he'd left the treatment room area he'd briefly stuck his head into the staff room only to find that the locker prank he'd tried to pull on a fellow staffer had backfired, spectacularly. In essence all the lockers had been demolished. It meant that his hard work involved in his prank had been for nothing. Oh, it had been a relative harmless idea of subbing out someone's locker for his own and then trying to cover his tracks, but from the looks of things, it hadn't gone over too well. The state of the room though had really irked the lieutenant for it would have been his job to try and keep things tidied around the place and it looked like a cyclone had hit the room.
What was it that caused Order to cause so much destruction?
Sodalite pursed his lips together before realizing that trying to tidy something that was just apparently going to burn was pointless and so he made his way to the front of the business, and instantly regretted doing so.
All of his efforts to keep the place tidied ... wasted. The hole in the wall where a large crystal had been hidden was completely unexpected. As was the detritus that littered the floor. The crystal obviously had done it's job if severely tampered with though.Inwardly he wondered which unlucky individual might have been too close to the crystal when it exploded, because with the amount of damage he'd seen, there was no doubt that it had done just that.
Making notes of the damage that had been wrought to the waiting area had the desired effect of aggravating the lieutenant though. He was beyond frustrated that what had seemed like a promising idea of sneakily draining civilians who just wanted better sleep had gone up in flames. Literally. There had been no real reason to take on the role of gopher as he had but the work had been enough of a stepping stone to get his feet wet in the more mundane aspects of the whole Negaverse Operation. He had been brought into the organization as what could have amounted to a mistake, but he was striving to at least make a name for himself. In so far as making sure that he kept the projected image of himself clean. It was always better to appear helpful and willing to put in the effort of doing the work that grunts were supposed to do in order to boost his status.
Scanning the room once more Sodalite's ire grew with the disarray to the room before he merely shrugged it off. From the sounds of it, there was possible a location more suited to his desire to take out his frustrations about the matter in its entirety. Summoning the weapon that he was becoming very much attached to these days, Sodalite made the snap decision to see if there was anyone in the parking lot that he could tangle with. The pink plastic flail he wielded could definitely cause a few members of order to have second guessed causing the destruction they'd wrought if he managed to catch a hold of them.
The hand in the chest ******** hurt. It hurt so much worse then the many times she had been beaten to within an inch of her life, she would even argue that it hurt nearly as much as giving birth, but Antares was fairly desensitized to pain. She had also had her starseed palmed by better officers then this crazy b***h. Not that it was something to admit to... to anyone. So when all was said and done all Antares did was grunt and grimace some.
"If you have a score to settle with him," She growled even as she dug her nails into the corrupt's wrist that was sticking out of Antares' chest, "Best rethink your options." When the hand squeezed again Antares returned the favor by grinning with all her teeth and stating in a rather ominous voice, 'Scorpion Swarm' even as she shrugs off the hand on her shoulder. The instant one of the large arachnids came within hand distance Antares scooped it up and deposited it directly on the girl's face. "Do. Not. Touch. Him. EVER. Again."
When the attack is called out three ghostly scorpions around the size of a ferret appears and advances upon the attended target. The scorpions can be touched, swatted, hit, and stepped on but it is not recommended since they are able to sting through clothes and armor alike. When one stings, it's target they lose all feeling in that particular limb... as if their limb is still asleep and has yet to wake up. They can still use it but they can't feel it at all. This affect lasts 30 seconds, any residual effects are up to the target if there is any at all.
The scorpions can be dodged and after 7 feet they disappear and they can only manifest for 30 seconds at a time. They do not travel in a straight line, rather they will head to anything moving so it could be tricked. The length of the scorpion and the length of the effects of the attack are separate, if you are stung in the beginning you have just as long as someone stung right before the scorpion disappears.
This attack can be used up to a maximum of three times in a battle. When the nine scorpions have been used no more can manifest until later. Using all available scorpions drains Antares severely.
((Second use of attack in this event))
Sara Draconia
Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2023 2:37 pm
Sig stumbled backwards as the hand around his neck disappeared just as he felt someone grab his uniform by the scruff only to be ripped away, he truly felt the uniform fabric tear apart. Only after he caught himself and turned around that he put together the yelled 'oh hell no' together with nearly having his shirt torn off. There in the shadows and the smoke was Antares was on top of the crazy woman from months ago... and a few moments ago.
They were talking but it was hard to tell what was going on between the general insanity and the smoke, the rapidly thickening smoke. "Antares, let her go... we've got to get out of here." He reached down to pull her shoulder back only to be shaken off. The appearance of giant ******** scorpions had him stepping back as well. s**t. She was pissed. Like seriously pissed. He had seen her this way only a few times, luckily none of them really pointed at him.
"Ladies? Ladies! FIRE! WE HAVE TO GO! Rip each other's throats out later! Like not in a burning building later!" He was very aware of the rapidly thickening smoke and the way the dim light was getting brighter as the flames got closer.
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Celadon, Page of Cybele
There was so much going on at once, and Celadon didn't know how to make sense of it. Didn't know how to process it. What, exactly, was she getting into? And how could she do anything about it when people were getting tied to this visibly distressed man by his tattoos?
Was that magic? That had to be magic. There was no other explanation for it. But what could anyone do about that? A stapler couldn't possibly stand up to magic. She learned that firsthand when that girl with the bat wings attacked her. It was powerful, potent, and pernicious.
She also didn't understand what was being said or done. There was so much ado about a sandwich, but that couldn't have been the real topic at hand, could it? No one was so married to their food that they would throw a tantrum like this. Was everyone else picking up on sandwich as a code word, as a red herring, and she was the odd one out who was taking it literally? Or was there something else going on? Celadon didn't think that anyone could possibly explain all of this to her, even if they had all the time in the world to discuss it.
And they didn't. She knew that. Smelled it on the air. Smoke. And something had exploded earlier, didn't it? Even the man who was upset about his sandwich was yelling to take it outside.
And that only made sense to Celadon. There was nothing she could do here. There was nothing she could toss into the cacophonous fray that unfolded around her. She'd lost sight of Erytheia in all of it, so her best hopes of survival and possibly meeting that Knight again was to get herself outside.
Someone else that she didn't know had already made an opening with an office chair. She watched them climb out of the window, and decided that would be her best escape at this point. Others were leaving, too — apparently, despite so many of the White Moon being inside, the doors themselves weren't locked just yet, but Celadon thought they just led further into the building. She remembered fire drills from her school days, but this seemed more urgent. More pressing than an orderly line out into the hall and through the cafeteria doors would have had her believe.
Making up her mind, Celadon followed the bright-haired senshi out the window, feeling certain that she would get glass in her dress on her way out. She was hopeful, for the last time in her life, that she escaped the worst of it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2023 8:05 am
Nails dug into her wrist, reminding her of how that Ida knight had done the same to her ankle and she smiled back with her own toothy grin. Even as she saw the scorpion coming, she was focused on other things. She'd gotten her heel into a crack in the floor, giving her just enough leverage to come up and smash her face into the senshi, scorpion be damned. There was a pop, one she recognized and her wrist went in the wrong direction as she managed to get on top of the senshi. It wasn't the first time this had happened and she knew it wouldn't be the last. At least now she had a better viewpoint of the carnage that had hit the building. It sucked for the agent who'd set things up but she was only here because she'd heard there'd be a fight.
The smoke was rolling up around them and she wanted to scream at how that shithead who she wanted to kill was the voice of reason. Everything was starting to hurt and she felt part of her leg going numb from the sting she'd gotten but, she wanted to finish things so she could say she hadn't failed. There was too much going on though so the only thing she could think of was to keep punching them in the face with her good arm as she sent her magic out after the man that had tried interrupting. Not even noticing she still had the knight's fabric balled in her fist as she went. "Why don't I drag you both to hell with me?"
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Sailor Scout Attack: Beatrix's Grasp A dark fog radiates out from Beatrix, a shadowy figure appears in the fog. It will reach out to grab an enemy with an icy cold hand. The being is still mostly enveloped by the fog or shadows. The radius is 6 feet. Effect and illusion lasts for 15 seconds and can be used 3 times per battle (2nd Use)
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2023 5:07 pm
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It's getting hot in here! Well… more smoky than hot but still!
>.< YIKES >.<
Time to get out of the building!
Once escaping from the waiting room any injuries that occurred can affect the next thread per player’s personal style.
OOC Info: This concludes The Waiting Room thread. You are free to create Exit posts and move on to The Parking Lot
