Captain Carnotite Location: Outside Action: Team Building exercises while waiting, clearly.
A Death Pool?
Glowing eyes turned towards the... oh~! A pale brow quirked up, and she hummed in appreciation as she scanned over the intricate, delicate filigree sweeping and flowing through the senshi's uniform. And what a lovely shade of purple, too--went perfect with their skintone, goodness. She could appreciate a stunning example of how intriguing some of these uniforms could be, even be a bit jealous herself.
"I'll join you on that," she called, lifting a metallic hand to wiggle her fingers towards the senshi. To reduce the need to shout too much, she moved closer, a friendly enough smile on her face. "Lovely idea--almost as lovely as this," she said with a slightly higher pitched voice, gesturing to the grand attire. "Think you won the magical attire lotto, darling, I can't see anyone beating you."
For once... she wasn't trying to fluff someone up. She genuinely liked the other's attire, even if she had no idea what forces were at play that decided their various uniforms and such. If anything, she was just pleased to have had the occasion to view the sight--she'd sing praises to the designer, if she could. She lifted her gaze back to meet the senshi's, needing to tip her head back just slightly due to their height--and heels. "Carnotite, very pleased to meet you. Now, about this Death Pool..." Hey, at least they could have fun while they waited.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2025 9:22 pm
Super Corrupt Pax Location: Inside, front door Action: Following Albite's orders, with Cryolite & Litharge
Yes, boss, no, boss, three bags full, boss. Albite was pleasantly succinct today, which was helpful, but they weren't going to ignore his orders on a battlefield anyway; the problem was mostly in if they could parse his orders at any given moment. Pax offered Cryolite the (probably familiar by now) variant of their :l stare that translated into something like well? let's go? get s**t done? and turned and trotted after the Captain.
When the door came down their lips were moving ever-so-slightly, already pulling their super magic to hand to target the Knight (Halle) -- but then there was light, and heat, and pain, and they caught themself against the doorframe with a strangled cry. Had that -- the senshi with wings (Solaris), the gold, it was closer to her color --
And they were all in the way, those people on the stairs. In the way. Pax wasn't exactly tiny, but they fit under Litharge's arms, and their magic hadn't fallen away from them yet despite the pain. With an athlete's speed, boosted by senshi enhancements, they lunged: always open with your better options. The first strike was the most important. Yes, they hurt, but they needed to take care of these idiots first--
Magic
super sailor scout attack: Pax Resonance! Pax incants their attack and touches a target. For the next 35 seconds, all noises the target hears and vibrations they experience will begin reverberating within the target's bones, as if their body was a tuning fork; if the target is unable to hear noises, vibrations will suffice. This is painful, severely disorienting, and makes distinguishing outside noise over the reverberations extremely difficult; it may also cause temporary loss of some proprioception. At player discretion, this attack may result in lingering deep-tissue pain and severe tinnitus. This attack lasts for 35 seconds and has 2 uses.
DOOR CREW.
Targeting Solaris, but liable to have their attack intercepted by anyone in the area, I assume everyone's pretty grouped.
Half-Youma General Larimar Location: Outside Action: Moving to Ram's location Being a ******** bird didn't actually make Larimar capable of flight or even adjust zyr falling at all; why the ******** would it have, zyr life wasn't that nice. But leaping around like a goddamned mountain goat was pretty typical for Generals, and being around this many human people at once was making zyr skin itch -- ze'd been isolated for the last year and a half (intentionally! but that didn't change the fact it was still isolation), and -- it just didn't feel great.
So instead Larimar headed over with a huff to join the only full youma (Ram) ze saw. Looked like a more physical type, which was great, because Larimar's current combat options included tearing into people with zyr ******** talons instead of an actual weapon. It'd stand out less, like this. The General didn't bother to raise a hand in greeting or say anything, but offered a sharp nod of acknowledgement.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2025 6:13 am
Kingt Drombeg Location: Outside with Aruna Action: Attempting to figure out what to do
"Drombeg." He said, nodding in return. He pondered what she had told him for a bit. Just what had the group of Order done in there that would make the Negaverse so angry. And why did they think it would work when the Negaverse was typically way more organized than any one group from Order, from his observations at least.
"I agree with you. There wouldn't be this many Negaverse converging if it wasn't for something important." They would have to do something, but what?
He noticed that some of them were heading inside of the building now, which meant fewer numbers outside, but still enough to cause problems without backup.
"We need more people if we're going to do anything. My magic would be able to catch anyone within it's area of effect at least, but I feel like we need more people on our side."
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Youma Ram Location: Outside with Half-Youma General Larimar Action: Keeping an eye on things outside
The attack was now on-going, but Ram had yet to be given any directions besides needing to fight, so he stayed where he was. He supposed that that there might be more Order that came as backup or would attack them. It was his job to stop them. Possibly permanently.
When the Half-Youma General moved to join him he gave ze a nod in return. Half-youma's were always interesting to Ram. It reminded him of his time before... at least of what he could remember from before. He liked being a full Youma though. One wasn't fighting between being a human and a Youma.
The General looked like zem could fight which would be helpful. Ram sniffed the air a bit, noting that the cloud that had been there was getting weaker, which meant that the Order were most likely able to defend themselves now.
He kept himself steady, waiting. Ready to fight at a moment's notice if need be. He could be the one taking the hits if the General was willing to back him up.
General Chambersite Location: Outside Action: Letting the basic Corrupt go and waiting outside still
Well, it seemed that the team was finally on the move and the action was happening. He let go of the Basic that he had been trying to reign in and let her go and do what she wanted, whether that was fighting or getting herself killed. Or mostly killed, he knew he would be in trouble if she actually did get killed while she was under his "guidance" for the time being.
He could sense that a few more Order had arrived, most likely the group inside had sent a distress signal, but so far no fighting, and as much as he wanted to, he didn't engage them himself for now. They weren't attacking and it would be foolish to go by himself.
If there was one thing he was sure of, it was that he hated waiting.
Basic Triplite Location: Outside, headed to the inside Action: fightfightfightfightfightfightfightfightfight
Luckily for Triplite's uniform the fighting had begun and it didn't have to worry about being torn from Triplite's attempts at storming the building before Faustite's team had started the rescue operation. She was soon let go and she ran as fast as she could toward the entrance, still being blocked by a number of Agents as they made their way inside.
Why did doorways have to be so small?!? It didn't give her much room to attack without having to hit other Agents, even if her attack would have been perfect for knocking any Order on in any narrow passageways or stairs that they may be going down.
She was screaming in her head for people to get out of the way. She wanted to fight!
Squire Voyager Location: Outside Action: Hiding for now, seeing what the situation is.
Luckily for the team Voyager had the day off, but what he hadn't realized was the sheer number of Negaverse that had come to fight against the small group that was now trapped in the building. He had made his way over, the feeling of chaos growing thicker and thicker, with only a few bright spots of Order interrupting the constant feeling every now and then, hiding himself when he had gotten close enough. There were so many Agents.
What had this group done to make such a reaction necessary from the Negaverse? He hoped that it was worth it because this was just insanity. Would the Negaverse have really sent this many if they were just trying to destroy a small group of Senshi and Knights, or was there something more about this going on?
He decided to wait, see if any Order came out. If they did, he would act and try to help them escape. He knew it was foolish if he were to attempt to help them now with so many Agents around the building, but he felt like a coward as well, as though he should have gone straight in, no matter what.
But one had to survive to be of any help, and he knew just how deadly the Negaverse could get.
Eternal Caliban Location: Outside Action: Assessing the situation, moving over to Illyria
Caliban hadn't hesitated when answering the SoS to help the group. Even if a General-King was in attendance he had confidence in his powers. He just needed one good touch and he could temporarily take the General-King out of comission, if only for a few moments.
What he hadn't expected when he arrived was the sheer number of Agents that were around. Something was going on, something that wasn't conveyed in the SoS message. Whatever this group had done, it had been enough to piss of the Negaverse to send a large group after them.
When he got close enough he noticed a Mauvian, specifically one in their Senshi form, was looking around and hiding, assessing the situation as well. He quietly moved over to her, giving her a nod before whispering, "Any idea of what's going on?"
Knight Alphubel Location: Outside Action: Assessing the situation
Alphubel hesitated when he got the SoS call. Small group of Order verses a large group of Negaverse with a General-King. Something was going on that he wasn't sure justified whatever the group had done to cause such retaliation, but he headed over nonetheless. He was a Knight, he was a Knight for a reason, to protect Senshi and help other Knights, even if he disagreed with what they had done.
And they couldn't afford to lose anyone either.
The Chaos aura in the air gave him a sick feeling in his stomach, but he carried on until he was close enough to see what was going on and able to hide.
The General-King didn't appear to be outside anymore, with many Agents seemingly milling about outside. Did that mean the group inside was already being attacked?
He wanted to do something. His magic could cause some infighting between the Agents outside, but there were too many of them currently. If they just had a bit more Order, he could possibly rush out and cause some disarray, possibly enough to be a distraction to allow more Order in or get the Order out...
His smile was a tick wider for Sodalites presence, a flicker of relief to have someone he knew to be competent at his side while the rest arranged the extraction. Especially as signatures blipped up across the field in closer and closer range, pouring in from outside directions.
It suddenly seemed very prudent to shore up the perimeter.
"Yes, let's not allow the arriving cavalry to box our people in..." He hummed gently, nodding in a direction. It felt so much like playing hide and seek sometimes -- the way the energy of others crackled like a warning over the senses but couldn't be used like gps on a map to pinpoint them all. It all felt too haphazard, truly, what was happening here seemed so impulsive! But he wouldn't put it past Order to have potentially organized things in such a way as to make it only look like they were stirring the pot by capturing a single agent so that they would all rush into the kill-box and then...
Who knew? Maybe the house would explode once everyone had filed in after their missing cause and the resulting rubble and concussive blasts would level those who remained outside into flat smears of paste...
"Miyamoto! Long time-- how do you feel about going on a fox hunt?" It was clear in his tone that the situation set his teeth on edge, that he trusted Chal and Beni and their people to have their end, and for Faustites brazen, vast team to have the rest covered.
That only left the rest....
[PERIMETER FIGHT TEAM]
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Eternal Miyamoto. Long time no see. Always a pleasure.
Cryolites prior reluctance to engage rapidly dissipated as not moments after the door was burst open (with backup arriving at their heels in the form of a tall blond General and crew) the whole of his vision became an eye-watering sear."Is that! Ach--" And as he grit his teeth through the bruising force of it all; he felt more than saw Pax move in under Litharges bear-sized arms, shooting off like a man possessed. He hadn't noticed the stairs or those atop them at first, only the sudden flicker of a shield; like a phase-field being turned on and off again -- there and gone -- as its wielder and all those behind him were suddenly revealed in glorious pastels as the Knights magic faded.
"Sublime shroud--" The words winced as he told himself this wasn't anything personal; that he was pulling on his own magic merely for the sake of cooling the angry rawness of his always overexposed flesh.
Throwing up armor against whatever came next.
Protecting his teammates.
It was an easy enough lie to tell himself as he slid inside and darted towards the shield-bearer; frost etched into his steps and coating the fist he swung.
MAGIC:
Sailor Scout Attack: "Sublime Shroud!" Cryolite says the word, and his body temperature magically drops to below freezing. He is not affected by this, but anyone who comes in contact with him will feel as though they are touching dry ice and will feel as if they are suffering mild frostbite for as long as they are touching him, and for up to twenty seconds after they break contact. While he is channeling his magic, it will appear as if he is sublimating into a chilly, foggy vapor. The illusion of the cascading fog that bleeds off of Cryolite serves as a visual warning sign to any who can see it: it screams 'Super cold - Do not touch'.
No physical or lasting damage is done in this magic, only the very uncomfortable mental sensation of such. However, players can choose to sustain any lasting damage in the form of chills or up to mild frostbite.
Range: Touch/Grapple Duration: 30 Seconds Number of uses: 3 Number of targets: Whomever touches Cryolite
Corrupt Eternal Fafnir Location: Inside the back bedroom Action: Trying to negotiate the hostage release
The figure in the smoke rose gracefully, long and lean and controlled. Not a fighting stance, but one that was still confident and deceptively at-ease. Smoke curled around his limbs as Fafnir took a gliding step forward, his hair sweeping behind him.
"You have maybe fifteen seconds before the smoke dissipates and the others follow me in." The eternal said in a smooth voice. Behind the facade, his heart was racing, pounding in his ears. His eyes had locked on Aelius the moment he'd caught sight of him, even as the smoke had clogged his vision. Rage burned down every nerve, buzzing in his fingertips. She (were they a she? What were they? Their skin was such a weird color...) had her head buried in Aelius' neck, and it took a moment to register that she had her <******** teeth in his skin. It paused Fafnir's gliding stride, just for a moment, just a hesitation, before he stepped forward again, his hands spread out open beside him.
"I'm here to get him out, that's it. Let him go, I teleport him out. You have precious seconds to escape before all those officers outside are inside, cutting you off. We can end this quickly, without bloodshed."
Not without payment, though. Not without their heads on pikes and their starseeds between his teeth... They could run, but they'd never outrun the rest of them. Not when Faustite could teleport and catch them in an instant. They'd all burn in this s**t hole, together, screaming...
The thoughts churned over and over in his head, all his focus on the senshi that held his brother, and none for the squire that was gasping in the doorway. Maybe it hadn't been the wisest choice to let him be the first one in... to put the negotiations on his shoulders. His control was a thread between them, thin and stretched taut. Someone with a cooler head might have been better... But he was trying. Anything to get them to release Aelius.
Watching as others took their orders and headed off to do things, or in other cases went to just keep the rats from fleeing the sinking ship, Miyamoto could feel himself grinning. This was another reason he was glad he'd left order when he had, even if he'd given up so much in order to do so, he'd gotten away from this sort of mess. So far there was no royal signature, though that didn't mean much, he suspected they hadn't planned things well enough to make this a proper trap against chaos. It seemed something order would do...botch things as usual. Rolling his syes, smirking at the thought, his head turned in surprise as he heard his name.
"Prehnite?" Questioning as he took in toe generals appearence. It had been some time since he'd last encountered the other, and he wasn't surprised he was here. Folding his arms in front of himself he made his way over. "Seems like orders messed up again. I suppose though I'd much prefer to think of it as a pack of terriers going into a hold after a bunch of rats...I find it more fitting." Far more fitting to think of order as a pack of rats, dirty little things and all that. Oh, he was so glad he'd changed sides...
"I'm ready to paint the walls red and to yank a starseed or two." Shrugging as he spoke, nothing too surprising for those who knew him. He didn't have an issue getting his hands dirty and even enjoyed it, if it meant one less member of order in the end. "Let's go." A nod to the one who seemed to be following the general.
He was half way in the door when the concentrated power of the sun tiny ball of solar flare hit him square in the chest and exploded. Lith took the brunt of it, and he felt his skin burn even through his jacket. He didn't see the shield go up at first, too blinded by the heat and energy. " He felt Pax dart under his arms, Cryolite following with a frozen fog around him that left frost on Lith's arm. He dismissed his weapon, because who uses a six foot pole arm in a house (look it was for the intimidation factor really) and he teleported behind the senshi and knight, a stair or two above where the ginger in the purple was standing. Eternal, by the wings. Transcended by the markings. Of course Lith would go for the one more powerful than him.
Then he threw a right hook towards his (Encke) head.
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Encke
Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2025 1:22 pm
Aelius (Eternal Corrupt Senshi, Heliodor) Location: Upstairs (Back bedroom) Action: Being Grieves bleeding chew toy and trying to hint to Faf that the banana is a wild card.
Being trusssed up like a ******** turkey kept Aelius from being able to do much at all for himself. He was literally at Grieve’s mercy as she move and staggered to the back wall. Those damn nails of her never left their mark, biting into tender flesh as a cold reminder that even with his brother’s arrival, Aelius was far from being safe.
Holding his breath helped ease the effects of the smoke that quite literally filled the small room from corner to corner. His eyes watered as he watched Fafnir. The man was both familiar and a stranger with how he stood there making demands. Never had Aelius seen his brother like that before. Angry? Sure. But this? He’d never seen this side of him.
Something sharper than nail dug into his neck. Aelius gasped in response, inhaling more smoke. He coughed at his mistake and whatever…wait, was Grieve biting him?! The tell tale was touch of lips brushing against his neck as Grieve leaned into her new chew toy. Her own coughing brought brought on the sharp nick of pain as her uncomtrolled movements dug whatever sharp ******** teeth she had in further. He could feel something slowly trickling down the front of his neck. Was it blood? Saliva? To be honest he hoped the former than the latter.
“This one.” He said carefully trying not to move anymore than necessary to speak. “Is one of...” A pause as he pracitcally choked back a cough. “dangerous ones.”
Grieve was likely the most brutal of the group and the one he wouldn’t put past to just slit his throat before fleeing. Probably worse would be her taking him to her planet.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2025 1:51 pm
Hy-Brasil, Knight of Earth Location: Upstairs {back bedroom] Action: Leaving the downstairs to the group there, checking on Celadon
The house practically shook with everything going on. Hy-Brasil made it to the top of the stairs when she looked down seeing the clog of people. An explosion had her turning away to protect herself, but surprisingly nothing seemed to fly backwards. Something must have blocked it.
Hy was relieved to see and hear Encke there. She knew he’d take care of the younger and less experienced ones. So changing her focus, Hy hurried down the hallway to where she could see Celadon coughing and smoke seeping out of the room they had Drayson in.
They’d been infiltrated from the front and back of the building. Things weren’t looking good. If they could utilize Drayson perhaps they could et out of there alive…
Joining Celadon Hy covered her mouth with a sleeved arm as she took a chance to peer into the room. She heard Grieve, the woman fairly easy to spot in the room with her bright skin. Grieve had Drayson. That was promising.
“Are you hurt at all?” She turned to Celadon, looking over the woman with a quick critical eye. She didn’t see anything. Good.
She looked back at the room calculating if there’d be enough room for her summons to be of any use. Beyond him, Hy’s only means of attack was hand-to-hand but she needed the smoke to filter out before she could move in. She had no clue what the stuff could do or even was. But the corrupt in the middle of the room was certainly the source.
“It’s only him in there right now. We have numbers on our side.” She spoke softly to Celadon behind her arm. The acrid smoke still found it’s way to her though. She coughed as a sensation of weariness began to settle over her.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2025 5:47 pm
Page Santa Maria Novella Location: Stairs/front door Action: With Halle and Solaris at the door. Getting hit in the face, cause why not.
The plan seemed to have gone off well, without a hitch perhaps? Solaris had used her magic and the knights sheild had protected himself, Solaris and the knight - they were all safe. At least it seemed like they would be - till they weren't. Everything was happening fast, too fast for him to keep up with. There was a lot to take in, this really was a lot for him, but he did see someone headed right for Halle.
He didn't know why he did it, he just found his feet moving, as he put himself between the corrupt senshi and the knight. Taking the hit to his own face sent him stumbling back and falling as he tripped over his own two feet. The landing hurt, his tail bone sending a shock of pain up his spine, his face however felt like it had been burned. The pain was bad, it was so cold that it felt like he'd been burnt, he was certain his fair skin was red from the fist. Not only would he be bruised but burned as well, both he'd think about later and how to cover it all up.
Had he made a sound when he'd been hit? He didn't know, his mind had blanked on that as the sensation of being burnt and hit ran through him. It was a shock to the system being hit, it always was, even if you expected it. But to be hit by someone that much stronger than him? That hurt in ways he'd not experienced yet, and his step brother liked to hit him often. Biting his bottom lip he didn't move, worked to collect himself, he kept his eyes on what was going on though that was for two reasons. He felt liek moving his head right now would send his vision swimming, which wasn't good, but he also needed to see if some follow up attack would be coming his way. Blinking his eyes, an action which hurt, kept the tears of pain at pay...because his face ached and hurt and the throb from the burning feeling.
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Transcendent Eternal Encke of Plasma Location: Stairs, around mid-way down Action: Fighting back against a captain and using AOE magic to try and get everyone off his allies
Good news: Solaris' magic went off without a hitch. Maybe it was stabilizing.
Bad news: Naturally, their opposition was angry about it and moving to retaliate. He supposed it was a distraction from the people trying to escape with the hostage, if anything. Encke didn't want to be the distraction, though. He wanted to leave. If they didn't get the ******** out before Faustite noticed them specifically-
... Ah.
Encke's attention quickly bounced from everything at once to the captain who had decided to zone in on him. Aiming for his head was certainly a choice. The captain was taller, about Basiluzzo's height, which wasn't much but it did provide him enough room to lean and duck down as a dodge before he punched back up with the intention of upper cutting the captain in the jaw.
Whether it worked or not, Encke channeled something else. They were, of course, being targeted as a unit, and Encke's entire goal was to get all of them out of there. Perhaps this might help.
... Wait, he felt like he should recognize that one-
Quote:
Super Sailor Scout Attack: "Full Ionization!" The closer a plasma gets to becoming fully ionized, the hotter the plasma becomes. Encke points his left pointer finger at his adversary. As before, the air around their adversary begins to superheat and supercharge. This ionized 'air' is hot, and along with the shocks, characters now may feel as the air is burning them. When the duration ends, players can choose to keep lasting damage, such as soreness, residual shocks, damaging burns, and scarring, up to their discretion. (Uses: Twice per battle. Duration: 30 seconds Range: 10ft radius around target. This attack will hit other adversaries in the radius, but not allies.)
Passive Enhancement:Plasma Generator - Encke's passive enhancement taps into his deep relationship with his comet's energy sources and his own magic. He's gained the ability to mirror some of the elements of his own magical source. While active, Encke's form is surrounded by a static fuzz much like touching a plasma ball; imperceptible to the human eye, the odd sensation, while not harmful, can make someone's hair stand on end. Time in his sphere may cause a harmless (though annoying) static zap when touching anything metal or another person.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2025 7:42 pm
Eternal Murikabushi of Hunger Location: Outside. Action: Sticking with Faustite, preparing to bat his eyelashes and play the damsel as necessary.
In the words of a wise pretend horse on the Internet once, everything always happens so much.
The rush of auras flaring up around them made Muri nervous. Too many Negaverse people to all be part of Faustite’s team, not least since several of them didn’t seem to fit the hiring briefs of “sexy, competent lady-boss who could wipe the floor with everyone around her whenever she wanted” or “Boy, Hot™️.” Worse yet, more Order auras followed and—damn it, this was such a s**t time for Muri’s senshi phone to not let him visit his world.
If he hadn’t taken Yuki up there earlier in the week, he could have gotten Aelius out, no problems, and gotten him back to Faustite without this whole-a** ******** deciding to happen. ******** it, Murikabushi could angst over the outcome of how he’d handled things later.
For the moment, he followed where Faustite beckoned. Choking down the complex storm of emotions and saving them for later was remarkably easy when you had to worry about doing what you could to minimize the damage (and two temporary coworkers, Hestia and Mizuki, to wave at in greeting). Couldn’t imagine that the two Nega-Senshi present were especially thrilled to be working with a cute Order slut, but……well. Sometimes, life was funny that way? Especially when other cute Order sluts decided to start kidnapping and torturing people like it was a ******** game.
Watching Faustite’s hands closely, Muri nodded in understanding. Good ideas all around on the plan. Got it, he signed back, his own hand movements not quite as practiced as Faustite’s but still moving accurately. So, I’ll be snappy and bitchy, with a hint of fear.
Not that there was much time to agree on anything else. Fafnir had given them orders on when to come, and Faustite was on the move. If he was on the move, then so was Murikabushi. Best way he currently had for moving forward was doing what he could to minimize crossfire and collateral damage, and Faustite was giving him a way to do that.
Hestia gave Mizuki an approving smile as she followed the General King and Murikabushi, the two signing to one another. A hostage exchange? That did seem to be the best chance at retrieving Heliodor relatively intact. In close quarters and likely to be in civilian form, Helio stood to be harmed by both sides if caught between the two.
Her eyes flicked up toward the window and the rolling smoke that escaped the room. A countdown clock began ticking down in the back of her head and she glanced again at Murikabushi. Once of the Mirror Court, now of Order, and possibly now sinking into the Negaverse. He seemed to be looking for a place and purpose as much as she had. But perhaps without the same decisiveness.
