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General Bischofite - Paved Walkways towards Grassy Area (West)

Bischofite caught heed of trouble through the communicator long forgotten in his possession - Mica's determined tone rang out tinny from its minute projection, yet forceful in her attempts to garner participation from outside agents. Sailor Vespa... the creature mused. I remember you. I met you but once, you fragile little child, and you broke as easily as glass. You obeyed my orders as a superior, a tawdry chess piece acquiescing to anyone with a mind to move it. So it seems you might've grown a pair after all. Wings or otherwise.

It's time to see for myself.

He stood from his perch, a parapet crowning the hair salon adjacent to a restaurant he used to frequent. The stiff dust of concrete ground beneath his feet, though he paid it little heed - already his attentions drew toward the myriad cluster of auric energies pervading the park and its surroundings. While not terribly far, his vantage point offered no view save for the tree canopies shading such an event from common view. In mobilizing himself, painful as it was, he caught glimpses of the fights through the gaps in branches offered by the trees - a cluster of individuals including Ida engaged with Painite, who he hadn't seen in months; Thraen and Serpentine at each others throats as an echo of the past, and Kairatos locked with an unknown corrupted senshi that he never met previously - all this war meant to stop a single entity from crossing sides.

How marvelous, he thought with a grin.

In approaching Serpentine, his aura likely crawling over the stoic man's senses without care for an ambush, he banked on Serpentine acknowledging him as a kindred spirit - a helping hand in this mess of an attempt to break from rank. "Serpentine," he called, drawing out the last syllable. "I could offer you a hand, since you seem so terribly troubled. Consider it a revision of our last encounter wis' Sraen." A muted gaze shot toward the blonde just briefly before he focused on his fellow general with hands thick with tar. In approaching from behind, he attempted to catch the proud man's face with palm over mouth and nose.

Breathe, and know corruption personified.



Faust - Grassy Area (Northwest) moving toward Center Fountain

Faust initially never noticed the fight erupting just beyond him as he laid in a half-daze, belly facing the stars while he marveled over the glorious dose of catnip offered to him by a stranger. The boy seemed friendly enough, all shaggy brown hair and bright blue eyes, with hands still soft from lack of work. His touch felt gentle enough, though Faust never offered much interest in the petting beyond standing still and allowing the boy to ruffle fingers through his thick fur. The catnip proved a welcome surprise, as was the confession to the feline that he worked at the nearby pet store and was looking for a cat similarly colored to Faust.

Initially his thoughts went to abject panic, sensing that the boy might want to claim the proud Faust for himself, but later confession indicated that he lost a cat of his own. After a sympathetic rub against the boy's leg, catnip rained like gold from the sky and the teen was off, allowing Faust to revel in the spoils,

With drool now covering half his cheek, Faust straightened abruptly, though his back legs still lay pointed at the stars. After realizing this mistake, the Mauvian righted himself before shooting off in a daze toward the cluster of activity forming at the center of the park. The hell's goin on here? He thought in confusion. Two minutes ago this s**t ain't happenin'... Who decided th throw a goddamn battle in the middle of the park? Dammit all... Huffing, Faust ran across the grasses unimpeded.

Strangely enough, a corrupted senshi and an eternal senshi working in tandem against a pair of generals caught his eye quickly enough, and he darted toward the pair in hopes of either a whole lot of a** kicking or a little explanation. Likely he'd find the latter, but the leap he took toward the more boisterous general's head indicated his want for the former. If he could just dig his claws into some eye sockets...

Navi Didn't know what to do, she was frozen, as Camelot raced off to confront the generals directly. There were other bodies around, others that had flocked to the knight, and they were beckoning to her now. At first she followed, not at all sure it was the best idea, but without a better one.

Then she heard the screaming, a voice high with desperation, and the eternal's head whipped to the side, away from the fight, and off to one side. Fighting was happening all around them, the park erupting with the telltale sounds of battle, but this rang clear across the night and penetrated down to freeze the core.

Without knowing what had happened, or what she was running straight into, the DMC flew into motion, sprinting across the grass until she reached the side of the injured page and the squire that was trying desperately to keep the spear bisecting the page's abdomen from doing more damage than it already had. It was a frightful wound, one that sent the ginger's stomach churning, and she could feel the the color and blood drain from her face as she came to a stop at the Squire's side. She'd been screaming for Camelot, but she'd gotten eternal Navi instead.

"Careful," she urged, hands hovering over the page's shoulders as she stared down at the spear, then up and around, eyes wider, as she recognized the weapon. Painite, that b***h of a woman that had tried to kill Chaonis.

She didn't know any of the senshi or knights around her. Had no clue as to her welcome in this knot of order auras, but she was here to help, somehow, and had to trust the white moon soldiers not to stab her in the back as she straightened and whirled to face the general. "Razor wind Snare!" She yelled it, arms snapping out as a sudden back wash of wind blew her hair around her face and sent clothing fluttering. But it was nothing to the hurricane force blast that was aimed straight for Painite. Enclosing the woman in cage of magical bramble.

The wind was powerful enough to knock back anyone that had been rushing the general, but it was a narrowly aimed attack, the biting currents of air ripping into Painite, but leaving Ida windswept at worst.

It wouldn't last, they had less than a minute before the wind died down and the b***h was free to retaliate. If they were going to save the Page(and God, that wound looked awful!) they were going to have to move quickly. White couldn't teleport, they couldn't mirror walk, they had only their own speed to rely on.

But, Navi could move through mirrors, and she could take people with her.

If she did this, she really would be painting a target on her back, but she couldn't let the other woman die, could she?

Well, a year ago she could have, but so much had changed since then. "I have an idea," she announced, wincing about what she was about to propose. ********. ******** ******** ********. "There's a mirror in the trees, If you can get her to it, I can take you through to one set up by the hospital." It came out in a rush, and Navi could already feel her allies turning against her.

Please please please, let mirror space be empty.

Falias hadn't been expecting to have his friendly warning be met with almost having a book to the face and he had stared startled at the book that had stopped inches from his nose with a startled expression on his face for a moment or two.

Shock had been replaced by irritation, but before Falias could voice the snarky comment dancing on the tip of his tongue and that, combined with the sheepish shrug had had him instead nodding an acceptance of the other's apology.

It had turned out that the Page was as clueless as him as to what was going on, a thoughtful expression crossing his face at the other's query of whether this happened a lot. "I'm not sure" he admitted at last. "I've not been doing this as long as some of the others." It had only been last April when he'd found out that he was a Knight. "The last really big thing that happened was back in May - during that city-wide black out." His voice was serious as he added "The Negaverse was behind it, although I never did get what they were trying to..."

His voice trailed off at sound what sounded like some sort of commotion, the sound coming from further up, along the nearest paved walkway. He could feel carved wood in his hand and when he looked down realised that he'd summoned his weapon - the wand that had replaced the mistletoe on his upgrade to Squire. Not that the wand was brilliant given that those he were up against tended to have actual weapons, but it was certainly more useful than a piece of mistletoe - that had been the most useless 'weapon' ever.

He turned to the Page, "I'm going to go see what the noise up ahead was and see if I can find out what's going on. You're welcome to come too if you want" he left the invitation open ended as he turned and started walking in the direction of the commotion, keeping his pace slow-ish in case the Page decided to follow as he did so as well as his wand to hand - maybe today would be the day that he ended up finding out exactly what his Squire magic did.

((The youma are free territory! Fight/kill them as you please!))

It was almost too much for Vespa to handle. He wished he could have stayed around to hear Camelot’s speech. He wished he could have spoken more with Amytis, remembering their encounter not too long ago and while she might not have been as instrumental in his decision to purify, she gave him courage and strength when he needed it. Perhaps there’d be time to talk to after all of this chaos was over? He wanted to believe so, so for now, all he could manage to her her was a warm, if not slightly nervous smile, before running with Pasiphae. ”T-thank you… Both of you.”

Mica was right, in a way. He was a coward. He hid behind a wall of people, some he’d either only met once or twice, or haven’t met at all. They were fighting for him. He had moved to help Athene and Maia, not just to quell is aching conscious but because he didn’t want to them hurt because of him, but they were quick to ensure him of their safety. He tried not to take it to heart- perhaps once the Chaos was out of him, he wouldn’t assume the worse in any situation. They were strong, they could handle themselves… he told himself this, deciding it was better to have faith in his (hopefully) soon-to-be comrades, and he continued to run with Pasiphae. They had to find Iris. Before this madness continued…

There was a scream of pain, and Vespa could not stop himself from looking towards the tall trees. There was a General, Painite there with a rather worried bunch, and while there was a familiar Eternal, Ida, though her aura felt much different than the time they had met in the garden, he could not ignore the situation over there. A page (Mimisbrunnr) had taken a spear to the gut, and Vespa found himself wanting to pull Pasiphae to a halt.

”N-no, no, no… she’s hurt!” Vespa stuttered, the horror in his eyes clear to see despite the visor, and despite knowing that he needed to get to Iris, he found himself wanting to move towards them to help. Someone was hurt, because they came to help, or perhaps they came to investigate… or maybe they were just caught in the middle. All around him there was fighting and he was not oblivious to the innocents that were dragged in. ”Pasiphae, all of this… it’s my fault. It’s my fault, isn’t it?! No… this wasn’t suppose to happen… no one was suppose to get hurt!”

The guilt was too much… he wanted to move to help that group, even when Ida was holding off Painite and another (Oneone) assisting with the wound. How could he think to purify when there was blood on his hands like this? What right did he have?



((VESPA AND PASIPHAE ARE MAKING THEIR WAY TOWARDS IRIS))


Had there not been senshi magic at play, Mica could have easily shrugged off Camelot's valiant speech. She would have scoffed, called him a fool and perhaps an enabler. Her faith in the Negaverse was not shaken in the least, nor could mere words from a Royal Knight ever think so have weakened her resolve. And yet, with the shame pulsing through her with the extended contact with the magic bubble, why did she find it so hard to shut those words and their effects out?

"Shut up! There's nothing you can say or do to dissuade me, and he is a fool to be bought by such pathetic lies," Mica said with a growl, feeling her shame compacted now that she couldn't think of anything else to say in the matter. There was no overthinking this, she told herself, and realizing that she'd get no where by striking at the shield, she backed away, just in time for Camelot to bull rush her with his shield. It was not a killing blow, but it did it's job splendidly, pushing her back and sending her stumbling backwards. She tried to drive her hilt into the ground so that she could hold her stance, but there came a shout and something thick and solid smashed against her forehead, the same place that Pasiphae had slammed the mason jar earlier threw her off balance and her spear fell from her hands. Whatever had it her was thick, but breakable, and a quick glance at her hand after she brought it to her face confirmed two things: it was an egg that hit her, and she was now bleeding.

She never got to see who threw the egg. Instead, she saw an apple. An apple, nothing more, and yet, she could not help but find herself drawn to it. 'Damn this senshi MAGIC!'

She tried to resist its pull, but to no avail. Even though she was a general and was still very confident in her strengths, there was no resisting the alluring pull of the apple. She moved towards it, and her foot hit another trap, feeling the force of something slamming against the back of her legs and finally sending General Mica crashing down into the fountain.

She was wet. She was bleeding. She was weaponless. And she was angry.



What the hell is her problem?!

Buddingtonite cared little for the onslaught that was happening to Mica right now, as he trudged his way out of the fountain. He was just as angry and humiliated, but at least he wasn't being barraged with everything under the sun, and he wasn't going to throw himself in harm's way over Mica. He figured this was karma for her, and it was nothing she wouldn't rise up from. For now, all of his anger was split between two beings: Azurite, whom he was going to have to have a few words with later on, and Buyan, who was getting further and further away.

Seriously, talking about the biting the hand that feeds you.

“I know, right? I take a fall for her and this? This is how she repays me?” Buddingtonite grumbled back, stepping onto the side of the fountain and accessing the damage. Yep, Mica was still taking a beating, and Azurite was still running her mouth. What was she even going on about? He could only hear about half of what she was saying thanks to the water in her ears, which reminded him that Buyan had yet to pay for her insolence, and that made him quick to shrug off Azurite’s verbal attack. At least Titan was quick to punish her, and while he should have worried for her safety… she brought this upon herself.

Precisely. Glad we’re all in agreement here.

”Break her legs, Titan! Let that be a message to our little Wasp, once we-”

That was when he noticed two things. Their primary target, Vespa, wasn’t hiding behind the wall of people and, along with the Eternal (Pasiphae), were trying to make a run for it! He was going to grab his crystal to make the announcement, but the second thing he noted was the pure venom in Tantalus’s words, and the shiny apple that suddenly fluttered in front of his view. It was just an apple, and yet, like a cat onto a ball of yarn, he had to have it!

He jumped off of the fountain edge and gave chase, reaching for the apple and completely unaware of the fluffy black cat that had suddenly ascended down upon him like a bat out of hell. Claws missed his eye sockets, but just barely, and the water only added to the pain he felt when the claws dug deep. The apple was still on his mind, of course, but now that was a cat on his face, and the rose-clad general was NOT pleased with this!

”Maggfhasgfh! Gtetregofff! Sereropetnitne! GRA!”

He panicked, and he didn’t care how much energy he wasted this evening. He had already summoned a portal, and that ended horribly. Now, he summoned her personal youma, and Gra, despite his smaller stature, was quick to obey. Appearing from the Rift, he latched himself onto Buddingtonite’s legs and scurried upwards, moving towards the Mauvian that assaulted his master and snapping its pincers rapidly in hopes of chasing it away.

Is a single senshi worth this trouble?





Canopus could have a very one track mind at times, and the safety of friends and innocent lives was definitely a part of that mentality. Her heart pounded in her chest, immediately imagining the worst case scenario in her head and fearing for Mintaka's safety. What was she doing? Was she actually... talking... to the officer? He didn't look like he would strike her, but since when could one trust an officer of the Negaverse, when it was clear that they were so ready to pick apart their own?

Mintaka shouted to her, and though there was still some distance between them, she heard her words loud and clear. 'Don't come over here Canopus. It's dangerous.'

"O-of course it's dangerous! There's an officer near you!" Canopus shouted, stopping in her tracks despite her concern. It was because of this that she noticed a civilian clutching a bag, and the look of agitation and confusion was clear to see on her face. She was torn, but only for a moment. Mintaka might have had her situation handled and she trusted her friend to act to defend herself, but this civilian clearly needed her help. She approached her, slow but in a brisk manner, and she held out her hand. ”Hello, Miss? My name’s Canopus… it’s obviously not safe here. Would you like for me to escort you to safety?”

Camelot was satisfied when his shield made contact with Mica, and he pulled himself backwards as others launched their own attacks on her. He saw Megrez, the source of the egg that had just slammed into the General, and then there was more magic being launched. Mica was effectively pinned down by the battlers, and Camelot weighed his options. He wanted to make sure that Mica, who seemed to be leading the most violent parts of this assault, was incapacitated. The more Negas they could take out of commission, at least, the better, and if they could do that without killing anyone, then he would do his best.

Perhaps if she fell, the others would lose their will and back off.

Out of the corner of his vision he thought he saw something familiar. Someone, rather. His attention was drawn for a moment, as he turned to see the person retreating. Still, he was sure he had seen her. Zircon. It saddened him to think she was there, supporting the Negaverse side of this fight, but part of him held out hope that she had an interest in the idea of purifying. And perhaps knowing it was happening, she just wanted to see what was going on. He held on to that idea, rather than the alternative, because he could not see her as an enemy any more.

Camelot's attention was further drawn when he heard someone calling for him.

Hvergelmir.

She needed him. The terror in her voice held more of an impact on him than the pleading words themselves, and he found himself turning his head in her direction, searching for her in all the chaos. He felt and saw her away from the main battle, and a flash of red made him think she had been badly wounded. It was not her blood, though, and he saw the victim, Mimisbrunnr on the ground, Hvergelmir hovering over her. Still, someone had been wounded, possibly killed, and he saw the cause. General Painite, doing what she knew how to do best. And from the looks of things, she was damn well enjoying herself.

"I'm coming! Hold on!" Camelot called, turning his attention back to the fight at hand. He lifted his shield to aid the others in their magic, throwing his own at the already battered and infuriated negaverse General. His magic came from a crystal imbedded in the face of his shield. "Terra Viridis Crystal Power!"

A burst of green light tore from the front of his shield, curling through the air before it slammed into Mica. It came with no force, however hard the hit would have been if it had been carrying weight at that speed. Instead, it passed right through her without any mark or sensation of force. All there was, in fact, was pain. Every nerve in its path would react to the beam of light, and respond as if being burned or wounded. The pain would only last a few moments, leaving no real injury behind, but it was meant more as an escape method for Camelot, or a distraction or deterrent. He had not used it in this stage very often, and even he was not fully aware of how powerful it could be now.

He just knew that it could not kill, and that someone he cared about very dearly was screaming for him to come help her. And he needed to go and do just that.

General Painite, meanwhile, head him yelling back but was a bit too busy to really care if yet another White Mooner was going to come and join the fray. Let them all do their worst, or their best, or whatever it was these obnoxious little servants of the 'greater good' liked to call it. She was not going to fall to any of them, and she was certainly not going to be scared by their attacks, their pathetic magic, or their numbers. Painite was on a war path now, and though she knew she had opened a can of worms, she felt she was more than ready for the fall out to follow.

She heard a sweet jingle, and then felt a very heavy blow to her jaw. The first indication that maybe her private boasting and all that bluster was a bit misplaced. She stumbled, spitting blood but laughing as she righted herself, grinning broadly at Ida, noting the Eternal Senshi seemed so upset.

"I am fighting you," she said, prancing a bit as she bounced from one foot to the other, getting really worked up over the whole thing. This was more fun than she'd had in a while, and now that her head was clear and she was no longer feeling like that pathetic mess she had been before, she was really going to enjoy herself. "You just don't like how I'm choosing to fight. There's more than one way to skin a senshi."

A sharp pain in her leg made her look down, and she growled at the little cat, Snowball, that was clawing at her leg. He had managed to break through her pants and her skin, and she was not exactly thrilled at the idea of a cat making her bleed. Even a space cat. She also remembered the last time she had been cat lazored in the face, which was not something she wanted to relive.

"Or to skin a cat! Get out of here, you little furball!" She hauled her leg back from him to get out of range of his claws, then swung it back with as much force as she could muster. She had long ago taught herself not to consider the Senshi cats the same as real animals. While she still had a soft spot for kitties and puppies, she could not be stopped in her goals by cute, fuzzy, but still alien faces. They were not innocent parts in this war. In fact, most of her frustration could be blamed on the Mauvians, since they insisted on continuing to create more and more senshi to cut through.

Cursing to herself, she called her weapon to her hand, distantly hearing it being discussed and not too thrilled about the snapping sound that followed. It vanished, shaft and point, into negaspace and returned to her hand whole, ready to be used again in the battle at hand. Her spear, by large an extension of herself, was not so easily broken. She did assume, though, that Mimisbrunnr would likely be bleeding a bit heavier now, but she had not been paying too close attention to how well the field surgery had been going. She turned to look back at Ida, who she knew would not just be standing idly by while Painite was assaulted by the cat, but before she could even really focus her eyes on her prey a new target entered the battle arena.

This one was supposed to be Chaos oriented, but Painite had never really believed something called a 'senshi' could be truly Chaos. They were all pathetic, the ones that purified, the ones that were corrupted, and the ones that spent their time dancing in mirrors.

The addition of Eternal Navi was a bit problematic. That made two senshi of the same rank focusing their magic and their strength on her, and while she was pretty damn confident almost all of the time, she did know that even she had her limits. Still, those limits had not yet been reached, and if she went down fighting, then so be it. This was what she had been brought into this world to do, after all, and if she could take down at least a handful of these White Moon, or traitorous 'other', scum with her, then she would consider her life a success.

Painite quickly found her nerves tested when a whirlwind of thorny branches encircled her, cutting her and keeping her effectively in place as they sliced through the air in a close circle to her body. She yelled in frustration at Navi's attack, her shoulder and jaw still aching from the blows she had taken from Ida, the shoulder actually feeling rather numb at this point. There was no way, no way, she was going to let senshi magic beat her, and there was no way she was going to let herself be rendered useless because of senshi magic. Her hatred was so strong for their 'kind', it fueled her to the point of madness. Surging forward, drawing her arms around her, she threw herself at the magic tornado of thorns and came crashing through it, feeling herself getting shredded as she did so. She landed and looked around wildly for a target, focusing on Navi first, who was farther away at this point, and throwing her spear at the Eternal with all the might she could muster in so breathless a moment. She then let out a wild howl and turned back to Ida, leaping at the senshi with her fists swinging. blood dripping from the numerous slashes and cuts she had just taken.

"I'm going to make sure you all die!!!"











"I agree with you. But he also wants to join your side, so I think you can see why he's so stupid about it all. Decision making abilities like that and all..."

Merlinite spoke mostly to himself as he watched Mintaka intercept the oncoming Canopus.

Why were they in the bush in the first place?! If she was just going to leap out of it at the first drop of a hat, then why had she dragged him in here and told him so ardently to keep quiet? Now she was out there, flailing around and drawing attention to herself, and he was stuck hiding because it would look damn weird if he followed her out now and did not attack. He frowned seriously at her from his ruined hiding spot.

"I'd say it's dangerous," Merlinite grunted, giving up his efforts and moving to join Mintaka, moving closer to the duo. "Never know when you're going to be force to commune with nature." He likely did not say it loud enough for Canopus to hear, at this distance, but his stance, hands on hips and an irritated look on his face, likely did more speaking than he needed to.

He watched as the other person got distracted by a civilian, and returned his attention to Mintaka.

"Look, you gotta get out of here before someone notices you and you get sucked into a fight. If someone on my team sees me over here, I'm going to have to keep up appearances, you know? And I don't really want to do that, even if you did probably get a spider in my hair."

((Megrez is still at the fountain!))

Megrez had done a celebratory fist-pump when her egg had hit true, but the victory rush hadn't had the opportunity to last long. She had seen the impressive-looking Knight (Camelot, whose official position as a Royal Knight she did not know) ram Mica with his shield, and then a mysterious force knocked the dark General into the fountain not too far from where Megrez had been hiding (poorly). Unable to hold back a little schadenfreude, she laughed- no, she cackled- when she saw Mica fall. Well, her cover was good as blown now, so Megrez decided to make a daring (and probably foolish) move. Summoning up one of her Super-level ostrich eggs, she approached Mica. "Having fun making a mess?" she quipped, then tried to swing the giant egg down onto Mica's head. If she could leave some lasting impact on the General (literally or figuratively), she would be satisfied.

Cpt. Titanlåvenite // Center Fountain: Main Fight




She'd dodged, but it opened up a clearer view of the retreating eternals- Vespa and some other (Pasiphae) beyond the screen. They were getting away and this distracting wall of people was working. Which traitor is the higher priority? I can't tell. One stone against the other would be best?

Green light flashed and there was a splash too big for the fountain's usual play. Mica!

Things were getting far too 'hot' around the two Generals without enough support. Rather than rely on his hammer for a moment, hoping to tumble more birds with one stone (or body), he stooped to try to grab Azurite's leg.

If he got her, she was going to become a human lawn dart right at that apple fellow.