Geo had thought that the staff had been the worst, but when it turned out that a General was behind all of this? He knew that the Negaverse didn't care about their own, but this? This just proved it. He growled to himself. "Never trust an agent." He said, under his breath. Of course this organization didn't care. Why would anyone join these people on purpose?! And yet there were still plenty that decided that this was the best way to go! It sickened him.
Unfortunately though he coudln't do much against a General as a scrawny lieutenant. It was funny, he used to think of himself as at least somewhat strong considering what he liked to do was quite a bit taller than a low of people, but even with his height it didn't mean anything against the might of a General. He had learned the hard way when he had been forced into all of this in the first place.
And he wasn't going to risk his own life by fighting against the General either, as he threw a random stapler that he had grabbed at the General, before trying to find a place to run to.
Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2018 10:03 am
Nissonite - HP: 30
There was a stunned second where Nissonite kicked himself for not having realized that was a possibility from the second they'd had the chance to power up. It should have occurred to him, and it hadn't. "Jesus ********..." Maybe it was having been drained, or the late hour. Maybe the sudden chaos. Or maybe even just that Nissonite had only been an officer for a little over a month now and he still wasn't used to having that ability.
Shoulders sagging, he half turned to lean back against the door so he could look down at Amphi and the two civilians. "Yeah, let's just get the hell out of here." Take them somewhere safe, get home.
Trouble. More auras springing up around them, and people rushing down the hall. A body collided roughly with the captain, nearly knocking him off his feet, and he smacked his back against the door frame and shoved to get them away from him. "******** this s**t," he hissed as he dragged the door shut on the s**t hitting the fan in the hall, closing himself, Amphi, and the two unconscious civilians off from it.
Crouching down, he lifted the larger of the two civilians off the ground and slung them over his shoulder. Then he leaned forward to kiss Amphi's temple. "See you in a second." Then he was gone, disappearing from the clinic to appear again in the parking lot.
With the arrival of regular senshi and other members or Order as well as more Negaverse officers to the fight, Lecuite was again reminded that such engagements made for interesting bedfellows. But he couldn't distract himself too much from the rival general, or he'd end up on the back foot - and he didn't want to loose the momentum he already had.
"I am taking personal responsibility for any officer that fights by my side!" He shouted into the hallway - hoping to draw the attention of any other Negaverse Officers in the general vicinity. "I declare this General a traitor for targeting his own! Any who attempt to dispatch him do so on MY orders!"
He was of course, taking a risk here - a big one. But, he was not going to see anyone punished for defending themselves or attempting to take down what was obviously - in his eyes, at least - a traitor to the greater cause.
He stabbed forward with his spear again, aiming for the legs of his foe in an attempt to - as he so favored - slow him down and make him all the more easier to fill with holes. But, the foe was crafty, and his equal - and Leucite could feel the counter blows find holes in his defenses.
A worthy challenge!
Leucite's HP
HP: 37 - 3 = 34
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Any other Negaverse Officer in the building that hasn't attacked yet!
Emrys of Neptune. The squire designation meant that he was theoretically of a higher level than Hydor, though he supposed that was not surprising. It was not like he had been stuck in this mess for a terribly long time. Something about that look of resignation implied that Emrys had been.
There was something akin to a snort when Hitch commented on his name. A metal band? He supposed that would be better than being in the middle of a war in which the victims were often eternal souls. He still could not quite get beyond the concept of starseeds, the concept of what the Negaverse did to them, the concept of what the Negaverse was and what they thought they were.
"Being part of a metal band would be better than fighting a war against ******** soul eaters," remarked Hydor, bitterly, as he shifted the body over his shoulder. It burned a bit.
It burned a lot, actually. He was not necessarily built for strength.
He shifted his gaze in the direction of the auras, in the direction of the noise. "There are a few generals out there," remarked Hydor, mostly for Hitch's sake. "Though it sounds as if one is fighting the others. You likely should not be fighting, no. Perhaps you could watch these bodies while we," he paused, looking at Emrys, "or I go out there?"
Not only was there a general aura, but there were also general auras. Multiple. And from the sound of it, one of the generals was out of control. Hospitals must have been no longer a neutral area. Was anything a neutral area, anymore? Were agents going to start wandering the hospitals, withdrawing starseeds from vulnerable people and popping them like candy? It was almost cheating.
It probably already happened.
He couldn't just let himself stand there as the general hurt people, including other generals. Of course, if they would just take each other out, that would make his life easier...
But there were civilians here.
And his love.
And his ********," murmured Encke, quietly, shifting his eyes to his love. He wanted to kiss him before running off, but he couldn't risk the connection being made in this chaos. "Watch her for me, okay?"
Little Anser snarled in frustration, wanting to charge at the general herself, but the icy glare from her brother caused her to shrink a bit.
Encke then turned around and was a bright streak in the hallway, charging at the general and smashing into him. The general managed to hit back, but it was nothing Encke hadn't felt before. This was fine. He was fairly sure he saw a bruise forming where he had hit--
The less oppressive auras were easily getting overwhelmed in Richtersveld's mind. There were so many chaotic auras here, enough to make her feel uncomfortable and nauseous. The number of stronger auras there, in general, was alarming, though she was fairly sure she felt the stronger aura of a senshi, too. Maybe even a couple stronger knight auras.
Richtersveld shifted uncomfortably. On one hand, her instinct was to look for the injured, the civilians, see if she could find the ability to help them, heal them. That was all she wanted to do. The last thing she wanted to do was throw herself into the fray. Richtersveld hated fighting. She found the concept of it revolting. Do no harm. Even against those who were fighting her, she should try to do no harm.
And yet she had already violated that policy multiple times that night.
Richtersveld rubbed at her side again, the reason why she had even come to this location. She should have just let herself rest overnight. Then she would not have been here--
No, stop that. Maybe Richtersveld could be useful.
Sucking in a breath, Richtersveld wound her arm back, throwing her terrarium like a ball at the general's head. It contacted, but she soon found something thrown back at her, and she stumbled back. And now she didn't have her terrarium.
Eternal Kiuchi, Dark Mirror. HP: 37/40 Damage Done: 9 BOSS HP: 34
Before the civilians, or the glowing eternal that had turned up, could say anything the winged dark mirror senshi moved from their side. Moving to join with those attacking the General. He didn't like fighting but this man...this man had set this whole thing up and people who needed help, who were really sick or injured, weren't able to get the care they needed. He couldn't get the care he needed, he wanted to get looked at and get home to sleep! He wanted to curl back up under his bed and sleep. But he couldn't...because of this!
Once within range he went to pluck a hair, at least it looked like that's what he was doing, instead what he was doing was sending a thin strand of green light towards the General. "Gorgon's assault." While his magic may have hit the General it was no surprise, at least not to him, when he wound up slammed into a wall and sliding down it. He'd have some bruises but it could have been worse - a lot worse. He had a feeling his magic was going to do worse to the General than they'd done to him, his magic was rather nasty and potent after all.
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Gorgon's assault. Like the last attack Kiuchi will pluck a "hair" from his head that glows green. This time that single "hair" multiples into three glowing "hairs" before rushing forward toward three individuals this attack has a six foot radius. Again someone else can move into the way and be hit or a person can avoid the attack by stepping out of range. Getting hit by this will leave a person feeling feverish and sick to their stomach as well as possible blurring vision. The attack will only last for thirty seconds and during this time not moving, or doing so slowly, is advisable as one might make themselves even sicker due to moving, other outside things can of course increase the sick feeling.
Sailor Melpomene, Dark Mirror. HP: 17/20 Damage Done: 1 BOSS HP: 31
He'd been told to back up the General, the same one who was taking charge of things and giving the orders. Not only was he giving the orders, to others within the Negaverse, but he was willing to take responsibility for them, and their actions, if this wasn't appreciated by whatever, and whoever, their higher ups were. That was...well that was a good trait for a leader to have. This General, whoever he was, that was running this thing was out of line from all that he could figure. It really did seem like he'd dropped the ball...or maybe he hadn't dropped it but hadn't cared to tell anyone, on purpose? But why...not that it honestly mattered but it was something to ponder perhaps at some point.
Either way the dark mirror senshi wasn't one to risk his magic, not here with so many around, and instead settled for charging the General and throwing his weight into them in the hopes of knocking them off balance, or knocking them right over. As luck would have it, or not, he was the one who wound up on his a** on the ground.
Sailor Hamal. HP: 17/20 Damage Done: 1 BOSS HP: 32
"Athene!" Calling out to her companion as he was attacked, she watched as he attacked back with a kick, this was too much. Why was this General even attacking his own? Why would he trap and attack his own kind? Did this sort of thing happen often? Now was not the time to ask, though she did want to ask Athene about that and about the dark mirror senshi, but later for that - all of it.
Right now she was going to try and help out, however little it may be, as she reached out for her own magic to use. She wasn't good, at all, when it came to physical fighting but she had magic and she could use that - she had to. Athene was at her side getting hurt and the least she could do was try and help him, to help everyone here...
"Talisman of sparks." As the slip of yellow paper appeared in her hands, writing soon etching itself across the paper, she sent her attack towards the General in the hopes it would do something - anything. It had to...it just had to hit and do something. She watched, hoping it would do anything, even if it wasn't much. It didn't do much, but it hit, but she found herself being blown right over and knocked to the ground by something. Gasping as she hit the ground her dark eyes looking for Athene.
Sailor Scout Attack:Talisman of Sparks As she speaks the first word a slip of bright yellow paper appears between thumb and index fingers. It is as the last word is spoken that markings for “sparks” in bright red symbols appear going down the bit of paper. Holding the talisman out, toward the target (who must be within six feet of Sailor Hamal ), the talisman will dissolve into reddish-orange colored ball energy with bits of yellow paper, which have turned into golden shards, suspended inside.
The orb is then launched forward towards the direction of her opponent at speeds similar to a racquet ball being smashed. Upon contact with a solid object the orb explodes and the flecks of sharp golden flecks of paper burst outward like a firework in a 3’ area around the point of impact. Upon contact with exposed skin the magic sparks will feel like the skin is burning, like being close to an open flame. It may also feel like the magical shrapnel is cutting into the flesh but this sensation is akin to a paper cut. The magic will last for thirty seconds and can be used three times. Players may also choose to sustain lasting damage in the form of paper-cut thin lacerations about two inches long (It will not slice into uniforms), but this is player choice and is an additional chosen affect, not a guaranteed one.
It hadn't taken long after stepping into the hallway that they were attacked, and of course, by another "rogue" General. Arseno wasn't sure if they should be called "rogue" General since Metallia didn't seem to care that their own members could possibly be killing off other agents. Arseno thought that she might not care because there would always be others that they could corrupt, until there was nothing left. It was how they wanted it to be after all. It was what had made him doubt being in the Negaverse so many times.
However, he saw other agents, including General Leucite, who proclaimed the attacking General a traitor, which made Arseno feel better about his own thoughts. Clearly they weren't on the same page.
Perhaps some Agents just decided that they were better than others which is why they attacked their own. It was time they put a stop to it.
Arseno had powered up once he had gotten into the hallway, feeling his arm get a bit better, however when he did try to attack the other General, there were too many others in the way, which forced him to withdraw his attack mid-swing with his pick. He cursed under his breath. The fight was just too disorganized to get an attack in.
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7Total: 7 (1-10)
Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2018 1:43 pm
Captain Reinerite Current HP- 24/30 Damage to boss - 5 [Cumulative total damage to boss - 56 (current boss hp - 19)]
And it seemed that more and more people were joining the fight - not all of whom were part of the Negaverse or who, like the blond who had decided to tag along with them, were of some kind of Chaos-alignment–
But whilst Reinerite wrinkled her nose slightly at the sudden permutation of sickly-sweetness that she had come to associate with Order auras, there was no other visible sign of her distaste, much of her concentration caught up in helpingLeuciteto fight the General in front of them.
She shifted back slightly once again, in an attempt to open up space, before swinging her staff towards the dark-haired General's knee with the snowglobed end of her staff–
And whilst the blow had left her open to retaliation, retaliation that had come in the form of a short but sharp sting of pain that had made her hiss, Reinerite was pretty sure that the dark-haired General had not been able to avoid her staff this time round.
General Leucite Damage Done: 9 - 2 = 7 | Boss HP: 12
A lot more Order auras than Chaos ones - but that was expected. Order outnumbered the Negaverse it seemed - so far the only thing keeping the balance of the so-called "war" was the fact Order seemed to lack any sort of organization beyond that of an unruly mob. Though Leucite had seen evidence of that changing - chilling evidence in fact. He had reported it of course - and was still on the look out for more information about this new, cell like structure of organization, but that wasn't remotely even in his thoughts as he proceeded to do battle.
He kept up his momentum, keeping his attacks tight and concise, trying to keep the blade flashing only toward his foe - and not deal damage to any others who piled into the fight. While "friendly" fire wouldn't have been a crime in his opinion, he was honorable enough to not stab those who assisted him in the back.
No - they could battle it out face to face like warriors.
He hissed as blows landed on his own frame in retaliation for his own strikes, but he was going to soldier on.
Leucite's HP
HP: 34 - 3 = 31
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2018 2:57 pm
Admittedly? Seeing Nissonite look so mind-blown for a second there might have made Amphitrite laugh if they'd been anywhere but in the thick of this whole chaotic mess. She laid a consolatory hand on his shoulder and gave it a pat, half-smiling.
Then there was all that mess with the door, and just - yeah. A wise withdrawal seemed like the best course of action. She flashed him a grin and a smile, brushing her fingers along the line of his jaw. "See you on the other side, handsome, " she murmured just before he flickered out of sight, leaving her to deal with the girl.
It wasn't much effort to hoist her up. She did take just a moment longer, though, staring back at that closed door and frowning. Tonight had been... a lot. A lot of things that she wanted to be long past... that should have been inconsequential to her. A lifetime ago.
But still...
She shivered, once. And then teleported away, reappearing in the parking lot an instant later and breathing a deep sigh of relief, the air fresh and clean in her lungs. "Let's get the hell out of here."
"Hyodor," corrected Emrys quietly, automatically, though the sting of Hitch pulling his hand away - of Hitch pulling away - was still thick in his throat. He swallowed back the myriad of questions he wanted to, still lugging the unconscious figure away from the dark, unpleasant hallway, and back out into the main corridor.
Where it seemed chaos was reigning. Almost literally.
There was a general - a man with dark hair - and there were other Negaverse agents, other senshi, flashes of light and the clanging of metal screeching throughout the place. Emrys felt his stomach drop, felt the familiar pang of anxiety and uncertainty, and without another word, he shoved the person in his arms towards his husband, letting go and relieving all of the weight off of himself.
"Take care of them and stay back," he said thickly, and then ran forward, skidding on the linoleum ground. The staff appeared in his hands a second later, bright blue in the darkness, and he swung it, his hands shaking, his heart beating too fast, too painfully.
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