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Chariklo is on the top/first floor heading down

Only the gods knew how Chariklo had kept her temper in check as she and Neso had toddled their way over to the warehouse. By the time they'd gotten to the top floor, she could already smell smoke. Fire. Why did the crazy ******** always have to set s**t on fire? She turned her head, intending to let Neso know that this was the part where they'd probably have to fight when he suddenly muttered an apology at her and hurried off through the smoke.

"Umm. 'kay?" she muttered before raising her voice as she hunted through the smoke and rising heat for her new friend. "What's going on, Monkey Boy? Where the hell are y... Oh."

Through sheer, dumb luck on her part, she'd managed to spot him through the smoke, standing with a girl and another person that she couldn't quite figure out. Knight type, at least. Well.

"Hey, you found a friend," she called, moving to head over and suggest a possible team up when a familiar aura hit her senses. Had the lighting been better, her sudden blanching would have been obvious. Granted, her exposure to said aura had only been for a few minutes, but it was more than enough to brand itself into her memory. Turning rapidly on her heel, she hunted for a way down, stairs would work and probably be marginally safer.

It took more stumbles than she liked, but she finally found the stairs and stood coughing for a minute as the smoke threatened to choke her. After a moment, she seized the edge of her overlay and ripped a strip from it before wrapping it around her nose and mouth.

And then she started to run down the stairs.







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Haumea is on the bottom floor

Haumea'd been having gut twinges since he'd made it to the warehouse and taken his place on the bottom floor. Frankly, the General in charge of this stage creeped him right the hell out. And that feeling was not helped in the least when the youma lady showed up and began to work with the charged crystals.

He'd edged a little closer to the blonde corrupted senshi standing guard, thinking that she, at least, wouldn't send shivers down his spine.

The twinges only increased as the order went out to set the floor above them ablaze to deal with those charging the warehouse. At this point, Haumea found himself wishing that a nice, normal fight could just break out. He was fairly sure that he'd prefer a pitched battle to waiting and watching the General and his youma friend.

He had to hide the relieved smile that flickered across his face when the dancer and her friends began to show up. It was a welcome distraction from Generals yelling at each other. He would have been perfectly happy to slip to the side and let them all have at it when the youma spoke up. And her words made the gut twinges and spine shivers solidify into one giant ball of Oh ******** We Are Screwed. So Screwed.

He hadn't signed up for this just to watch his world be razed. Eyes rapidly flickering between the youma and the growing group of Order warriors, Haumea made his choice. He might despise the White Moon, but in this one case, they were clearly the better side. At least they weren't out to ruin everything forever.

Sliding quietly over to the dancer, he murmured, "Hope you don't mind if I join you. Just for right now."

Standing so close to her, he was again surprised by her aura. It was still disgustingly sweet, but at least it wasn't seething with homicidal intent.

Leto is on the first floor and being teleported to the third floor!

She heard her name being called out and she closed her eyes for a moment. There were not many that would call her 'Princess', nor would come rushing to her aid. A first level Dark Mirror Senshi, she realized as her eyes snapped open to find her rushing at Gunn to get her off of her. She crawled low to the ground to Canopus after Gunn swept her legs out, and grabbed onto her, fiercely protective as she glared over her shoulder at Gunn.

"You betrayed her, Gunn. You and the others drove Ares to Chaos and I vowed to follow her no matter what, and I did. And I would do it over and over and over again if I had to. I may not have been a part of it like you were, but in the end, I didn't turn my back on her."

When Persephone arrived, she gladly took her hand and pushed herself to her feet as best as she could, taking Canopus up off of the ground with her. She could hear another familiar voice searching desperately for her through mess of Senshi attacks and smoke. "Acubens!!" She yelled loudly and frantically. "Acubens GET OUT!!" She couldn't see her, but she knew she had to be close enough if she could hear her yelling. The best she could do if she couldn't teleport her out herself, was try to convince her to leave.

Instead of Acubens approaching however, she was met with Astarte grabbing hold of Canopus' arm. Coming milliseconds from attacking Astarte, she realized that Canopus must know the other girl if she was so conflicted. Her stance relaxed slightly and she glanced between the two girls.

"It's okay," she called to poor Canopus. "I trust her," she stared her directly in the eyes, then glanced at Astarte. "If you trust that Senshi, then follow her. I'll be fine, I promise. Persephone won't leave me here."

If there was one person in the entirety of the Negaverse that Leto trusted with her life, they were Persephone and Zinkenite. So she nodded and smiled at Canopus, a genuine smile- something that Leto didn't do often. She tried to be as reassuring as possible. "I'll be okay."

She cut a glare at Astarte, "If I find out something happened to her, I will hunt you down."

A grin split upon her lips and she grabbed a hold of Persephone. "Let's go."







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Cyllene is on the third floor.

Cyllene very much noticed the look of approval that General Mica had flashed her as she sang and danced while she lit the floor aflame.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!111ONE She noticed me, omgomgomgomg she noticed me, I did something right THIS IS FANTASTIC!

She was screaming at herself internally at how amazing she did. ******** yeah!

And then the orders came to move to the bottom floor, snapping Cyllene out of her celebratory dance. Right, they weren't done here quite yet! The fact that the White Moon had begun to infiltrate the lower level had her feeling uneasy. She jumped slightly when Kerberos grabbed her shoulder and she turned to face him. For a quick moment, the Super Senshi considered teleporting to the floor below them, but with a heavy breath she resolved that she would leave no man behind.

So instead, she nodded and pointed at the open door that others had already been through to reach the stairs. "There," she grabbed a hold of Kerberos' arm and, with her other arm raised to cover her nose and mouth from the flames and smoke, she ran. And when they reached the stairs, she didn't stop running. Down they went until they poured into the room with a mess of Order and Chaos alike.

That's when she saw the youma in the center of the room, and her eyes widened in awe.

[Cyllene is open for attack/interaction~]

Benitoite is on the third floor.

Mica had been right, he had indeed had it rough outside. Tsui was not some senshi to take lightly, as he had known for a long time. The senshi of tigers had put up a good fight which had resulted in some injuries for the General, injuries which he'd deal with later in the form of bruise salve. For now though he was able to handle things and would do his duty and see this plot of Bischofite's to the end, to some portal being built.

A glance upward and he felt the nervousness in his stomach increase. He really didn't like the idea of the floor above them being on fire. Glancing about he hoped that if anything went bad, due to the fire or those of order, that he could get people out of here who couldn't teleport on there own. He was be damned if he left people here.

Shaking away his nerves as he couldn't let them blind him to anything, not now, as he felt order signatures approaching and he heard the elevator above them moving. Great...they were on the way. Weapon gripped in one hand he was sure Tsui would be looking for him, ripping apart the warehouse seeking him out, one night their feud would come to some bloody conclusion and he just hoped he was the winner - he had to be. He was sure he would win against her. She would be coming down here though, he knew it, seeking him and he needed to be ready for it. Another glance about and he finally, as he was moving around, spied Bischofite.

He might have headed over, to see how things were progressing, if it weren't for that door opening and a certain senshi flying out. Slate eyes zeroed right in on Tsui and how she flew out of there while shouting some attack, whoever got hit with that he felt for - really he did. But he wasn't going to trade places with whoever got hit with that attack. But he too was fired up and looking to continue the fight they'd started earlier. Weapon already in hand he brought it up above his head as he moved quickly toward the tiger senshi, all else fading around him as he focused right in on her.

Bringing it down with a shout of some sort, maybe a greeting? Either way he was looking to do damage and have another fight with this particular senshi, anyone else who might want a piece of her would have to wait in line, he had first dibs. "Good to see you again little tiger...I do apologize for leaving you before - but orders are orders." He stated with a shrug of his shoulders and something of a smile, some twisted, too sweet, parody of a smile.

It was only by luck that he wasn't near to where Bischofite's nasty little toy, or rather weapon, went flying through the air. The blond wasn't exactly paying much mind to anything going on around him, the tiger senshi did that to him at times, and he wouldn't have noticed that weapon in time to duck, or dodge, it. It would have been nice though if he had been paying attention as he would have noticed it almost taking out a blond haired eternal senshi - which would have been a lovely sight! But alas! His attention...it was elsewhere.

Gunn is going downstairs!

"She made the rules, she made the rules, we only held her to them, you stupid b***h," but Gunn didn't need to argue, did she, she was arguing with a stupid delusional chaos-twisted (and Ares-twisted) senshi who was only good for kindling. She was going to ignore the little basic-level senshi, she wasn't a threat, she was just going to strangle the b***h like Europa should have. But then a Corrupted Eternal got in the way, and Gunn didn't think she could handle that and a princess. She wasn't suicidal. "Really, Leto! I knew you Dark Mirrors were sick ********, but this?" There was more she wanted to say, but even she was prone to the effects of smoke inhalation, and she cut off with a cough. There was something in the Eternal's hand, something offered to her, and Gunn wanted it, dearly wanted it, but--but no. No, that was a corrupted Eternal, and her magic would almost certainly ******** Gunn up, but she wanted it, she did--she reached out but snapped her hand back the moment she realized what she was doing.

She broke back, her eyes never leaving the glowing seed. The mind says no but animal instinct says yes. "We'll catch up, Leto. Maybe next time over that little b***h's body," and broke off, following Canopus.

Virgo is on the 2nd floor, going down!

She craned her neck, rising up just a touch to try to get a look at Gunn, but--the smoke was too thick, and she could no more tell Chaos from Order at this point. "The door's closed," she related to Babylon, "nowhere to go but down." Into the stairwell, then. Virgo took a few abortive steps forward, only to get promptly bumped into by Neso. "Oh my goodness," she said, reaching over to pull him down by the back of his fuku. "Neso, what are you doing here?" Of all the Zodiacs, Neso was the one most like Aly, and therefore the one least suited for being trapped in a burning warehouse. Also the one least likely to listen to any order to abandon her with Babylon. Every part of her cried out to keep him safe, as had ever been her duty--it was all her powers were good for, after all--but she had no options to ensure it, short of keeping him close. The only thing to do was to take him downstairs with her, she concluded.

With an upset huff, she grabbed Neso and hauled him after her into the slightly cooler air of the stairway, and as they walked she yanked her own bow loose, abandoning the soft linen on the stairs. On the first landing, she treated Neso's fabric belt to the same abandonment, untying the long length of sky-blue fabric and tossing it to the ground. "We're going closer to the fire," she explained to him and to Babylon, hauling both of them down the stairs after her. She balled up her veil in one hand and--

"Bifrost!" Goodness, all of them were popping out of the woodwork--well, not quite true, she'd seen them all at Gunn's thing, but with three people to protect this battle had better end quickly. It worked out to two minutes of protection for Babylon, Neso, and Bifrost. Not enough. It was never going to be enough. "Okay," she said, taking a shallow breath as they passed through a smokier section of the stairwell. "Okay, um." She was not cut out for this leadership thing, but someone had to step up here, and Neso and Bifrost were both looking to her, or it felt that way, and she…

She hurried down another flight of stairs. "We stick together. If you need a hand, shout. Ok?"

Cybele is on the second floor heading down

Cybele had barely even made it into the room when a kick flew at her. As she hadn’t even had time to register her surroundings, it hit her squarely in the chest and sent her stumbling backwards, gasping for breath. Instead of air, she got smoke and she coughed a few times as she stopped against a pile of boxes. Her head spun. It was harder than it should have been to remain standing. She wasn’t strong enough, but for once, that wasn’t really a problem. Lifting the newly upgraded pen above her head, she managed to finally breathe a little and call, “Cybele… Asteroid Power, Make Up!” Actually, 'calling' was a bit of an overstatement, but it worked.




There was a flash of familiar light, then some changes in her outfit she didn't have time to consider at the moment. So…she was… stronger now, right? This wasn’t like her magic, which made everything clear, but it gave her a little more confidence. Glancing up at her attacker for the first time, she saw it was Kyanite. Apparently, defeating her once hadn't been enough, but Cybele had bigger things to worry about. Her cough was getting worse, and the room was getting hotter. The fire on this floor was awful, and it didn't look like many of the other senshi had even followed her here. She couldn't stay.

The boxes she was leaning on where fairly small. Taking a bit of a page from their last fight, she grabbed one and threw it at Kyanite as hard as she could, mostly to get something between them, then half ran, half stumbled towards the stairs.

Lt. Titanlåvenite is on the bottom floor, guarding the stairs

He was glad he wasn't the only one near the stairs when another officer (Jarosite) took up guard. All the more when an enemy spilled out from the heat and flickering dim. It was a knight-ish person of some sort (Falias), and wearing a lot of green and bearing symbols like Camelot had- so he must be someone who was supposed to serve the Earth.

Titan moved to be in direct path between the stairs and the rest of the room, in case words weren't clear enough that interference was not allowed. "Turn back, or bear your arms."







Thraen is on the 2nd floor! ( going down to third via stairs)

Reaching the bottom of the stairs was reaching a bleak view of Dante's Inferno, just missing roiling bodies flung between the red tongues. Staying in one spot was terrible dry and heat, but he head the woman's comment to his side and tore off more of his train to offer her (Themiscyra) for a mouth covering. "No, you aren't. But I'm faster. If you're not worried about dignity, in that spartan gear, I can piggy back you through a lot faster than you can dart. To the other staircase, and get us out of the direct smoke and on the stairs to the third level below. "

And like that another powered ...knight (Ashur) arrived beside them. "I'm strong enough to carry two. If they've disabled the government requisite sprinklers, unless someone has water magic there isn't anything to be done for the flames. But there's more than two handfuls of agents downstairs that I can feel. "

"Let's go, " Thraen offered again, ready to go as soon as possible. "We stand here, we get burned by proximity heat. "

He started into the gauntlet of fire, keeping an eye out if either took his offer for carrying, but unable to stay put any longer. They couldn't stay on the second floor. Onward to 3.









Captain Schörl is on the bottom floor, elevator side near the ceiling

Seeing Tsui burst out of the elevator cage was justification enough that she'd put her wounded self in a more ambush position. Schörl did not envy who ended up on the receiving end of that charge, already knowing it too well. Then Panty made a too-wifey appearance complete with frying pan. Blows started being loosed- the initial volley she'd expected. Surely there are more in that tin box? Not just two. Wait for it, Barbary. Almost.

The captain's grip on her knout tightened with anticipation.