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Eunomia was grateful to just be awake, though she was certainly light headed. Being low to the ground helped a bit. Until she felt someone fall right against her. Squinting, she saw the magenta hair and was hopeful Victoria had the same idea she did, but a moment later she realized he was ******** idiot," She would've yelled but ended up keeping it in her thoughts to avoid wasting breath on what she thought was a very apt insult.

Iris was close, she knew it, she just had to move a bit farther. But that bit was looking like a long distance now that she had a knocked out teammate right next to her.

Alright. Gotta suck it up. Gotta get to the others. Especially since now she had time to process that Hygeia and Egeria were in this mess. She took a deep breath as low to the ground and held it, grabbed the only slightly smaller than her boy and slung him over the shoulder. Damsel in distress bullshit was her least favorite trope, dammit.

When she thought she was close enough, though, she blindly reached out and released what little air she was holding for a desperate "Iris!"

[Chaos Hourly Roll]

Jarosite continued to glance around looking for those tell tell loops, that over flowing bodice that... AH HAH. Eyes narrowed in through the smoke of a looped hair girl in a corset and big blue bow. He weaved through the crowd and fights, pushing a senshi there, tripping a knight here. Once or twice he felt his boots connect with a few bones too. None of it mattered.

He rounded on Albireo and pulled her up into a headlock. He faced them away from the generals in the middle of the room, and covered her hand with his mouth. "If you do not want Howlite's or anyone else's hand ripping out your star seed, you will stay with me and act as a hostage, do you understand?" he breathed into her ear. He knew she didn't want to die (he didn't want her too either) and if that meant he had to rough house her and take a hostage then so be it.

Heh, anyone who tried ot come save her was going to be sorely disappointed.

[Chaos side]

Benitoite had climbed off the senshi, leaving them on the ground and their starseed in his gloved hand. Pocketing the prize he continued on as he moved through the throng of bodies. Mindful of those he saw who wore a mask like his. His senses were awash in the feel of chaos and order auras, as it should be he thought.

The haze of smoke seemed to thin and through it he spotted a very familiar senshi, an eternal senshi. She seemed to be busy attacking someone and that gave him the opportunity to move in and strike. Long, well as long as they could be, strides brought him toward the insane looking senshi. Summoning his weapon and raised it high and over his right shoulder before he brought it down and to the left. The bladed end aimed for the senshi of madness.

"So nice to see you again." Though his words likely didn't come out as charmingly as he meant them to, considering the gas mask covering his face.

[Hourly Roll]

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Super Sailor Hygiea staggered when the smoke filled the room. The shock overtook her, given how quickly everything changed. Sure, there had been a lot of heated decisions throughout the meeting that she kind of half paid attention to, followed by a story that seemed a little too girly for her. But an attack. Well.

Though, given track history and all, perhaps this shouldn't have been too unexpected; she had been attacked at summer camp after all. But not to this magnitude. Were these the people everyone was complaining about? Sadly, she didn't get much of a chance to consider the possibility before she, like so many others, fell into fit of coughing from the smoke filling her small set of lungs. Before the sting in her eyes made it too unbearable to keep them open, her little hands shot out and grabbed Pravoski, cat lover instincts kicking in to save the feline and cradle hime close. There were bad guys everywhere, her senshi senses were tingling like crazy - it was awfully annoying.

There were so many people going everywhere, she could hear shouts and attacks and not too fantastical sounds of well.. gurgles and whatnot. Her head shot around, eyes strained to keep open in hopes of finding her teammates. So many people in black and masks. And suddenly a rainbow appeared out of no where. Iris. She had missed the blonde yelling for them but that attack had to be their captain, so Hygiea made her way as best she could, dodging people and trying not to collapse from the smoke that was still making her wheeze and cough.

Along the way, she managed a kick to someone's shins to get them out of the way.


[*also got permissions to hijack the cat]

Jarosite would be the first to receive a very personal order, one that very much heralded back to the last orders he’d been given by the General King. “JAROSITE, Knock that senshi OUT or finish her NOW. We do not have time to toy with them.”

There was an undercurrent of anger in his voice.

“THE NEXT PERSON WHO tries to take a HOSTAGE, will loose their star seed to me PERSONALLY. Knock them OUT, Kill them or RECRUIT THEM. This is NOT a game.”

ORDER

There was so much going on in the battle around her--but Pasiphae could see some page getting pummelled by a member of the DMC not too far away. She immediately called forth her magic to throw a shield around the page, "Pasiphae Social Pariah!"*

Her attention was then drawn by Kallichore and Ganymede as she backed closer to them, hearing them each cry for a different person. For a second she was torn, but seeing the two dive into action made her do the same. Still, she called out to them, "Kallichore, Ganymede... do you need help? I'm here!" Just in case, you know, they couldn't see her through all that smoke.






*--Social Pariah - Defensive
A more powerful version of Shameful Isolation, Social Pariah allows the energy shield to exist for a longer period of time, anywhere from 30 seconds to 45 seconds depending on the amount and intensity of attacks absorbed. The energy shield can now activate around one ally; if Sailor Pasiphae chooses to do this, she cannot shield herself. Whoever Sailor Pasiphae shields will find their mobility restricted and unable to attack as long as the shield lasts.

In addition to shielding Sailor Pasiphae or one companion, whenever the weapon/her attacker comes into physical contact with her shield, it induces a deep sensation of shame which can actively affect the enemy for as long as the shield lasts.

NOTE: How each opponent experiences this shame differs based on their personality. For example, a proud warrior might feel shame at attacking a purely defensive opponent, whereas a chivalrous guy might feel shame for attacking a girl.


[I know, I know. Came back early, but was trying to read thread and couldn't concentrate. xD;]

Just as Bismuthite pulled the senshi's starseed out, Wolframite matched his movement, and both officers held a shimmering starseed in their hands as the two bodies went limp.

Pocketing his prize, Wolframite untangled them both, leaving them bleeding but dead on the floor.

Stepping over them, he wanted nothing more than to brush up against the other, but professionalism told him otherwise.

"Nice work. One last order. Don't get killed." To which he was dead serious. He adjusted his blood-dripping weapon in one hand as he looked around for a new target.

[Chaos, hourly]

Remarque hardly even heard the Tiger senshi’s name called before his body felt suddenly very warm—and then he heard a strange, familiar screech behind him.

He hardly registered the Senshi of madness—who he should have looked out for given their last run in—pulling Tsui away from him. He did little to fight either of them; as soon as the warmth rushed through him, his blood turned cold.

There was something there—something big. Just beyond that haze of smoke.

Another blood curdling cry.

Remarque wasn’t afraid—no. There was another reason for the hairs standing up on the back of his neck.

The shape moved, disrupting the wall of smoke, rearing its ugly face.

Sometimes Remarque still dreamed about the Surrounding. Sometimes giant space salamanders crawled into his dreams. Sometimes he woke up they crushed him to death. Sometimes he didn’t.

He couldn’t register this as a hallucination as a large beast slowly moved towards him. He knew he wasn’t dreaming, but the idea that Kallichore might have hit him with one of her attacks seemed more unrealistic than the beast he would have sworn he saw in front of him.

It was larger than he remembered, but he recognized it, instantly. Its one good eye was focused on him, a look of contempt—and hunger. The giant tongue flicked from its mouth, and it didn’t seem the slightest bit fazed by all the fighting around them.

Its one gleaming eye was focused solely on him. The other eye might have been on him too, but he couldn’t tell; all he saw was a gory, rotting mass of an eye, gross while fluids stained with infection driping to the ground.

Remarque took a step back and swallowed the lump in his throat. If he stood still enough, he figured it wouldn’t get him and—where was Raven? He couldn’t lose her again, that had been difficult enough the first time.

He took a second step back—and then the beast charged, a hideous screech. It was salivating some sickening acid as it charged.

Remarque couldn’t back up—Mimistrobell was back there, and hell—she wasn’t Lesath, but he wasn’t going to let this thing get her too. He charged, stomach churning at the concept of another showdown with the creature that had put him in a coma. He ran, fists swinging, and was fortunate enough not to wind up hitting an ally. His fist collided with an unfortunate Squire—who honestly hadn’t had it coming.

By the time the hallucination faded, Remarque had clicked him four times and stared—blankly, almost, as the squire clutched at a badly bleeding nose and his stomach. He didn’t stand for long, dropping to his knees.

Remarque wasn’t torn up about attacking the male, though his heart was pounding and his mind reeling as he strained to rationalize his environment now that the hallucination had faded. At least he still had the mask to hide his confusion.