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 Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:46 pm
Should Laurelite remember Scylla? Well, certainly not for her face, but if the General Queen didn't remember the girl who had flung General Tanzanite at her feet (on accident, but still) then she was a very poor choice for a General. "I'm no coward." she hissed it, for her ears alone over the din. She might be weak-stomached and weak-willed, but afraid?
Not of this. Not when there was so much at stake. She stood her ground, but as the General Queen grew closer she would be able to read it. Not in her posture, aggressive and fierce, but in her eyes. Hesitation. Worry.
She'd lost her control before. Seen a bloody corpse laying at her feet. She couldn't stand seeing it again.
This was the enemy. This was...
Laurelite got closer, and Scylla reacted, but it was sluggish, her own insecurities holding her hand from the reactions she knew-- everyone knew-- she should be having.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:48 pm
Requiem fell to the ground, unexpecting the sudden literal shock from Scheelite's guitar. As she went to pick herself up, however, she saw General Tanzanite emerge from the flames like some goddamned phoenix, carrying the dead body of the former Captain Dioptase. Requiem's jaw dropped in awe, sadness and shock. She held out one hand to Scheelite and gasped, "Stop, please, just...one second." She left herself completely vulnerable as she stared and her eyes watered with guilt for the unnecessarily violent death of Dioptase and fear of what would happen next.
Tanzanite was back.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:50 pm
"Perhaps both sides are right, in part. But what I can be sure of, is that this new side. They are wrong, you do not torture your opponents, it only opens the door for it to happen to your own side if and when they are captured. To claim you care for your side you would never open that door." He stated, shaking his head.
His gaze whipped around to Tanzanite. Oh god, what had happened to her, and who was that in her arms. Staring, with wide eyes, the white haired Lieutenant felt his hands ball together at his sides. "Another dead..." He whispered, his eyes shifting to Bellatrix "It seems there are many more dead, tortured before death claimed them." He spoke, hearing Tanzanite's words.
"This new group is certainly the enemy, without a doubt. We are as human as you are." He spoke, making a motion to the senshi he was speaking to. At the end of the day he went home, as broken as his home may be, and he did homework and cared for his little brother.
"This is not good, this battle will not end well. Tanzanite is...I've never seen her like this." He didn't like these dark vibes coming off her, even to him they felt bad.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:50 pm
"Your very right, I hope you remember that as I'm crushing your face in." Stumbling slightly Hel started to follow after Ametrine and Lyra, but she stopped for a moment turning to face where Tanz's cry rang out. Part of her was filled with a dread, a fear of such power. The rest of her though was filled with a fire, a fire to avenge the fallen Negaverse agents and to see that Tanzanite was proud of what they did today.
Turning back to Lyra she gave a wicked grin, "Your all going to be really ******** now."
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:52 pm
xxxxxSearing pain exploded into Myalite's head. the momentum of Ares' kick had sent her on a one way trip to the ground. Myalite tried to brace herself clumsily with her hands, but landed on her left wrist wrong, so now it too throbbed with pain.
xxxxxMyalite thought it was the end when Ares started to shout her attack. Myalite squeezed her eyes shut, prepared to face her end like a coward. But the attack never came. She opened her eyes to the sight of Ares standing there, gaping at something.
xxxxxAs Myalite shifted her sight, she too held a look of utter awe. Something was coming out of the warehouse. She ... It was carrying a woman, who was undeniably dead. As she gave her speech though, it was obvious she was a negaverse ... at least at some point she was. Still, her words rang true.
xxxxxMyalite would fight.
xxxxxRegaining her ground, she aimed a punch at Ares while she was distracted. Perhaps this one would land?
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:53 pm
There was a brief flash of glee that faded out to uncertainty, discomfort. Adrenaline running through his system, Ilmenite couldn't help the quick, excited beat of his heart, how good this made him feel, how easy it was to forget about his aches and pains and the injured officers and Schee's blood flowing out of his throat. He'd think about that later.
He was just starting to get up when Asclepius brought her bag around. Her swing was disconnected, but he was at just the wrong angle for it. Plastic struck him across the jaw, and stars swam into his vision. As he blacked out, collapsing bonelessly to the earth, his expression went slack and once again he looked like a confused young civilian: his determination gone.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:54 pm
Tanzanite's words hit the Captain's ears, and Scheelite whirled to watch as she emerged from the rubble. Tanzanite...she was alive! That...that form with her though...the words had confirmed it. Dioptase was gone, so was Helicase...and well Schee already knew the fate of Primase.
While the Senshi stared in awe, Scheelite simple stared and grinned. Tanzanite was okay. She -was okay-. ....Okay maybe not 'okay', but she was alive and at the moment that is what really mattered. He might have stared longer, if it wasn't for Requiem's plea.
"...Stop?"
Scheelite quit his humming, freeing himself up to talk with her.
"Stop...I told one of your guards to stop...and you know what she did? She put my lieutenant through a glass tornado and sliced them apart..."
The words were choked, his own eyes watering up for a second. And that is what stopped him from attacking Requiem.
Tears.
The next time he moved, it wasn't to strike...but instead to offer her a bloodied hand to help her off the ground.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:55 pm
Chromite didn't know it but Gianfar was seriously underestimating her. Enjoying the look on his face and the strange exclamation he shouted when her fellow lieutenant hit him in the thigh she continued to slash at him- Never going more than skin deep, but quick enough that she was coating him in what had to be the equivelant of lots of really bad paper cuts. And damn did they sting. Looking down at her uniform and body she was pleased to note that no matter what she was doing to him the pain was only magical and not physical.
Leave it to the senshi to rely on stupid magic first..
Grinning she just shrugged away his taunts and the pain she was inflicting on him and herself. Looking at Zanazziite she smiled grimly with a nod of respect. It was good that they both understood what this senshi's magic could do. "It's good you've got so much talk-- Does it help keep up your morale? Honey, we may feel what we do to do- And don't think we don't by now- but as far as I can tell you've gotta deal with both of us hitting you. We only have to worry about what we do ourselves. And that makes you an idiot."
She really really really hoped that she was right. Because damn would it suck if all of a sudden she could feel antler attacks as well.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:56 pm
Bellatrix was scared. Even if she did fight, she might very well be attacked and killed by the very people she was trying to help... She doubted someone like Tanzanite or the other higher ups would bother noticing who she was attacking before they tried to do her in...
"Tanzanite...was she one of the ones captured too?" She sure looked like it. But how then was she able to... What the hell had happened!? And the one she carried, another captive. Dead. And the members of the Blood Moon called themselves senshi?
Yes. It was clear that the BMC was a threat. A threat to both Negaverse and senshi alike! What if the Negaverse decided to retaliate by taking senshi captives? Not just BMC for retribution, but any senshi!? And it wasn't like the Negaverse did much killing of civilians anymore. It were the Youma that seemed to be the real problem... Why didn't the others see this?
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:56 pm
Tanzanite would have charged forward, then.
She would have entered the fray and begun to use Marthozite's life force to lay waste to the field... had she not seen her.
Linarite.
Where had she been all these days, when Tanzanite had been bound and gagged in a prison cell? Where had she been when the flames had eaten away her skin, when the wretched senshi of decay had made her watch her own organs rot? Where had she been while Primase and Helicase died, when Dioptase’s throat had been slit and her blood emptied out of her like some slaughtered animal.
Where the hell had she been when Wolframite was beaten within an inch of sanity, when Scheelite had risked his life to avenge Primase’s death? When Uranophane’s skin has been gnawed by rats? Where was she the woman who had promised to always be with her?
Why hadn't she come along with the General-King whose life had been forfeit? Why had it not been her who led the attack on the Blood Moon Court? Tanzanite had asked herself similar questions in her cell, whispered them until her bloody lips did little more than mouth that name into the darkness.
Linarite.
Where had she been, and more importantly, where had she gone? Who was this woman who had taken her place? Who was this frail little girl in black and blue, this pale shade of the strong, proud General she had once known? And who were these people who stood like bystanders, their eyes turned to the fiery remains of the building. Not knowing what had happened inside. Not knowing what had been endured by the girl whose body lay upon the grass at Tanzanite’s feet. Who were they to stand by and watch, to look upon those who left the building with judgment or scorn, to look upon them at all. Who the hell were these assorted senshi who dared to stand by and think themselves good.
Think themselves just.
Think that they were any different from the monsters who had captured, killed, and tortured them?
The aura of energy that consumed Tanzanite settled for one brief moment as black eyes met honey gold, and realization dawned in the form of the horrified expression that crawled over Tanzanite's features. Her blackened eyes widened as her jaw fell slack. She knew that energy signature. It burned her senses like a white-hot iron, and her blackened arm trembled at the memory. It was the aura of a Knight. The aura of an ally of the senshi.
The same aura Tanzanite had felt just before Kunzite's blade had carved her arm from her body, forfeiting her humanity in exchange for a second chance at life.
They had taken her. They had twisted her into some mindless servant of their foul lies, a willing slave to serve their tyrannical cause. How? How could she have been so blinded? How could they have taken even Linarite from her? Linarite, who promised she would always be with her. The questions filled Tanzanite's mind like a flood, shattering her focus and her frail control. Was there anything they could not steal away? Anything they would not do?
They had taken everything.
Dioptase.
Marthozite.
And now?
Now they had taken Linarite, too.
Her blackened eyes turned to the Negaverse, darkly tinted tears staining her pale cheeks, carving thin paths through the blood and dirt. She looked to Wolframite and Uranophane, who had endured unspeakable things out of loyalty to the Dark Kingdom. Who had followed her into a hell that had been beyond imagining, worse than anything they could have thought the senshi capable of. To those who had come to save them. Would they take Scheelite next? Bismuthite or Alkaid? Would she hold Zinkenite in her arms as she had Marthozite, and watch the life leave his eyes? Or would they, too, one day be stolen?
No.
“No!”
And then... that energy flare exploded outwards like a shockwave, and things were about to get much, much worse than the Blood Moon Court had planned for.
((Next post in 30 minutes!))
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:58 pm
Lieutenant Unobtainiumucles remained perfectly still after his punch's follow through, allowing the bliss of victory to wash over him. With his eyes cast to the ground, his fist tightening beneath the foam of his novelty hand, he knew that somewhere Beryl was smiling down upon him.
He straightened, fully expecting to be met with the sight of Hephaistos' now headless body crumpling to the ground, only to instead be greeted with a fist to his face.
Ow! What the <******** staggered a few steps backward from the punch, his jaw aching from the hit.
"KNAVE!" he shouted. "How dare you defy the Hand of Unobtainiumucles!" He reached up with his hand that wasn't a tool of destruction, clutching the shoulder of his shirt and easily ripping it from his body. Tattered streams of cloth drifted through the air in slow motion as the Negaverse soldier revealed his awesome pecs.
"BEAR WITNESS TO YOUR DEMISE!" he screamed, running forth, foam finger pointed directly at Hephaistos.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:58 pm
Asclepius remained on the ground, panting and waiting for the full-body ache to fade and localize back to only smarting where she had been injured. The rush faded from her as she turned her head and saw Ilmenite unconscious beside her ... though she could not keep the grin from her lips as she realized she had finally won on her own.
If Labyrinthite saw this, she could certainly rub it in his face. For her own reassurance more than anything else. She was not a useless senshi, in spite of her power.
Then a power far darker caught her attention, and Asclepius climbed to her feet. Someone was emerging from the wreckage of the building, carrying a body ... and giving off an aura that left her far less than inclined to offer aid. For the moment, Asclepius thought it best to back off, hide out, lie low, and recover her strength. Perhaps she could jump back in to aid another ally, but for now, she was not sure she could throw herself alone into combat again.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:58 pm
When her antler hit his thigh Zan didn't buckle even though she had pain radiating down her leg. She had been expecting it, she would have been surprised if she didn't get hurt. Violet eyes caught on to what Chromite was about to do, but unfortunately Zan didn't have a chance to warn her that she was going to hurt herself.
She was further distracted by the arrival of a energy signature she recognized. Tanzanite! Forgetting about Gianfar she turned towards the building, eyes staring as the General exited the building carrying someone. She was frozen in shock until Tanzanite's call filled her ears. It jarred her from her shock and sent her running towards the general. She had came her to save Tanz, and while it seemed the woman had saved herself, she had to be sure.
The Lieutenant tripped and stumbled, running through a cloud of smoke. More smoke! She began coughing, tears running down her cheeks from her burning eyes. What was this? She fought through it, trying to make her way to the General.
She made it through the gas cloud, but her eyes continued to water. Even through the tears she could see Tanzanite staring at someone. Turning her head she followed her gaze, violet eyes settling on Lina. She had never met General Linarite, she didn't know a thing about Knights, but she could tell her signature was different.
Tanzanite's cry of no brought her gaze back to the General and she stumbled back, the intensity of the energy hitting her like a physical blow.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:59 pm
Names.
Names that she knew. Names of comrades, names that held significance.
That was all they were now. Names.
Ametrine let out a cry of rage and grief when she heard them, when Lyra used her own attack to rocket away. No. Lyra wouldn't be getting away. These senshi, all of them, were complicit. She had not known Primase, Helicase, or Dioptase. She had not been privileged to know Marthozite. But none of that mattered. They were her people. They were not statistics! They mattered!
"FOR MARTHOZITE!" she echoed, chasing after Lyra like a woman possessed. No, no, Lyra would not get away. She had lost her cool completely at the sound of the General's voice, at the names that had echoed through the air. "You expected better of me," Ametrine said as she barreled down on the fleeing senshi. "But I knew exactly what to expect from you."
Senshi were all the same. She should have learned that lesson long ago. The still form of Stephanie Leclerc spoke louder than words. The senshi had taken from them, and they would pay for it. If she couldn't take it out of every Blood Moon Court senshi that had been involved, she could at least continue to attack the senshi who had tried to end Hel. With another snarl, she jumped through the air, aiming for Lyra's retreating back.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 4:02 pm
Tanzanite. Tanzanite was alive. Tanzanite was --- That .. that power signature. Instinctively-- on all levels of the negaverse, they should have been able to guess what had happened. Perhaps, it might have only been bits and pieces of a guess but little had time to formulate it.
Like Serandite.
Serandite was thrown into flames. A cutting cry came from the searing heat that rushed over her, forcing the General to wake up from her blinding rage. One hand reached upwards, towards the night sky, in an effort to lift herself up. But lifting herself up wasn't what had happened---
--- Serandite had yet to know the reason for Tanzanite's energy flare. But the energy flare knocked the General to the side, it's force extinguishing the flames on the way. But the time Serandite spent, only a few seconds, in those flames, had been severe. Patches of her Kimono burnt off and others was ripped off, presumably from Serandite's hands when one saw the flaming bits of cloth on the ground.
s**t was hitting the fan. In more ways than one.
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