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Sailor Cadmus, Chibi Senshi of Cranberries

Cadmus hooted slightly in surprise when Iduna pulled him to one of the infirmary rooms. Glad to be deprived of the fighting part of the group in the barracks, he shook his head at her, and split to look at anything that might be useful to him to help calm his nerves.

To her, he said, "I'd, uh, rather not fight. I've seen enough of this place as it is... I really want out, but if anyone gets hurt, I can at least help that way."

He blinked when he felt his senshi phone vibrate and pulled it out from his pocket to take a look. It was from Etamin. Answering it, he said, "Hey, bro. What's wrong?"

Super Oberon

”Woah, Perdita,” Oberon blinked in surprise when the Chibi girl (Spacewatch) began telling Perdita that she was nasty and making assumptions about her. “You came here to kill people?” He knew that wasn’t the case, but why the girls were suddenly going at each other, he had no idea.

He honestly didn’t really know how girls worked.

Of course, it was kinda mean for Perdita to say those things about serial killers, but the other girl had just been talking about lighting the place on fire and dumping out chemicals. But for Perdita to be called nasty? Well, this girl was in for a rude awakening in high school if she thought Perdita was mean. Blunt and to the point, and did say mean things every now and again, but not horrible.

“I hope no one came here to kill anyone. I came to find a way to stop Chaos from spreading, or maybe something we can use to help protect ourselves and the city, but killing is kinda… messy,” he chirped, glancing to Chara to see what he thought. “You’re not planning on killing anyone, right? I've seen enough Criminal Minds. I don't need to get into all that. Messes with your head.”

Either way, he could understand the stress everyone was under. Yelling at one kid but not the other, and then all this.

"We should probably make sure we only spend about thirty minutes looking around, total. To give us enough time to get back to the portal," he said to no one in particular, but sighed to himself. He really wanted to find out what that strange feeling was.

"Are you new at all this?" he asked the Chibi girl he did not yet know (Spacewatch). "Don't worry, it'll get better. You probably don't believe this, with all the arguing already, but you're actually around a pretty awesome group of people. I know some senshi and knights who came in during really stressful situations when they were really new and the more experienced senshi and knights were complete assholes to them. Like total dicks to the point where it's like, what's the point, you know?"

Chibi Oort -- in the hallway near the open door to the book room waiting for Tomlin

Oort gave the brown-haired boy (Oberon) a quick nod in thanks as he held the broom so that the bristles were sticking up and over his shoulder "So uh are we not doing the trying to be quiet thing anymore?" Because it was kind of getting confusing on whether he should still be trying to stay quiet or not.

And it wasn't helping his confusion any when a brown-haired girl (Perdita) kicked open the door and ended up setting off some music - especially it had been followed by another in a super frilly outfit (Chara) making some comment about stopping the music.

He could see what looked like books through the open door although Oort wasn't particularly interested in checking them out further given that he already had the broom that he had gotten from the cupboard earlier and besides the frilly outfit guy had had a point because he could hear the pleading sound too and it sounded much louder than before...

Although louder was perhaps not the word even though he could definitely hear it and wanted to check it out.

"Tomlin are you done yet?" He called quietly, after deciding that whilst he was confused on whether or not they were still doing the quiet thing, he was at least going to try to keep as quiet as possible - particularly as it had occurred to him that no one had turned up yet despite all the noise from earlier.

And he kept a wary eye on the blonde-haired girl (Spacewatch) whilst he waited for the ginger tabby because she seemed like she really, really wanted to set things on fire - and whilst fires and explosions were kind of cool, Oort wasn't sure that he wanted to be in the same building as them.

Sailor Chara of Chocolate

Chara shared the thought with Perdita that the others just weren't worth their time, but she did NOT expect her to be so vicious towards Spacewatch. Damn, he wanted to start a fire too, but yeah, it wasn't with the intention with killing anyone! No, no, not at all! For distraction, maybe for a quick way to get people out of the building so that there WAS no fighting. Just the very thought of someone about his age wanting to actually kill freaked him right the ******** out. And when Oberon asked him about the whole murderizing thing, he was quick to respond.

"Hell no, I'm not killing anyone! If I wanted to kill people I probably would have followed those insane people to the Castle and tried to fight the evil queen who's in charge of all of this. But that's some real scary s**t right there, and I know you guys and want to help, so.. yeah."

He turned to Perdita who was already making her way down the hall to follow the pleading and quickly followed behind her, making sure that he wasn't left behind.

"That's some spice you got there, but.. Not worth it. Let's go help those guys who are crying out first, yeah? Worst come to worst, if she wants to start a fire, we'll break a window and escape. try to save some of those other hurt people too. Because fiery, painful death is NOT a good way to go."

He listened quietly to her asking him about the whole coming to the barracks and snickered a little.

"Yeah, but I bet even more bigheaded douchebags went to the Castle. That other building, not so sure, but the people who REALLY wanted a fight straight for the evil queen and I'm sure that people like that Chibi and that Gods awful knight come in buckets of a dozen there. Glad I came with ya'll though."

Sabine, Senshi of Tactics - Working her way down the hall toward the pleading

When Sabine caught up to Myrrha she smiled at the Senshi of Scents. Better a friendly face than an unfriendly one. At the lowered voice Sabine shook her head slowly, waving her hands in front of her.

"It's fine..." She said, whispering just loud enough for the other Senshi to hear her. "But yes, it feels like it..." She said with a nod.

"We should go check it out..."

With that, she motioned for Myrrha to follow her as she continued to work her way down the hall as quietly as possible.

In the Kitchen the senshi that were trying to reach the sparkling object would soon reach it with just enough stretching. . . However, it compromised their balance the more Halley had to reach, when she managed to snag and look in her hand she would notice that the lighter was a simple silver zippo lighter. When she tried to regain her balance straight up though, her luck wouldn't last and the poor senshi of superstition would fall into the pots and pans, causing a horrendous noise that drew attention of not only any teammates but those who had been speaking. If only those shoes of hers had been a few inches taller.

The slip traps that Spacewatch made would hopefully help if anyone were to come up behind the group. Hopefully none of their own would slip in the puddles.

There were eight infirmary doors that had to be locked, all of these rooms were smaller, and could only house between four to six people. Whereas the larger infirmary at the start of the building could manage somewhere between twelve to sixteen people at a time depending on severity of their injuries. These rooms were clearly made for better treatment of worse cases.

Up the Hallway just a little further there was a breakroom, the source of the conversation.

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General Blazikenite was, above all, a thoroughly precise man. His uniform was pure military precision, with the most noticeable aspect being the greatcoat idly draped over his shoulders. He had been a military man in his previous life, too, and the precision of appearance stuck with him. Short, bright ginger hair was carefully slicked into a precise, tight style, and ice blue eyes were on the report he had been discussing with Diancite.

There was a crash, and he sat up, automatically summoning his weapon - a longbow nearly as tall as him, and a quiver that slung itself over his shoulder.

“I hope that’s just some fool lieutenant,” he said, but...well, he had what could best be quantified as a “bad feeling” about all of this.

So Blazikenite stepped out of the office, and that was when he saw them.

Order. Lots of Order. Senshi and Knights alike.

“Not a fool lieutenant,” he brought up his bow, nocked an arrow, and shot, aiming not for any of the present Order fighters but for the wall.

“Turn around and go back from whence you came,” he said, “and you’ll be allowed to live.” Damn it, damn it, damn it, there were vulnerable people here - the injured, the sick. Officers who could not fight for themselves. And other things, that Order absolutely had to be kept away from. Whatever these bastards planned, Blazikenite was determined not to allow them to succeed.

Diancite being a lady of military herself, had a slightly fancier uniform black, pipped in hot pink and white. Her jacket had tuffted epaulets and over a black pencil skirt was a taffeta bustle, that was largely covered in black with pink ruffles. Her pink hair was mostly tied in a heart shaped bun atop her head, her bangs framed her face and hung just to the top of her shoulders. She couldn't help but swoon a little as her fellow General, Mr. Badass himself told the intruders to turn around now. Though she regained her composure quickly and stared at the horrible order crew. Holding her sword so that they knew she wasn't afraid to use it.

"Darlings I'd do as he says. He doesn't enjoy playing games and neither do I. Especially when it comes to dealing with your kind." She was watching them and paused, there seemed that a few of them were actually helping protect the sick and injured ducklings. Diancite leaned into Blazikenite's ear to whisper something to him, while still doing her best to look just as bad a** and intimidating.

Myrrha, Senshi of Scents - Following Sabine's instruction (under tactical insertion magic) - and running towards the stairs

The loud crash that echoed through the hallway caused Myrrha to visibly wince. If that had not aroused any suspicion among the people in this building nothing would have. Myrrha's grip on her sword faltered and the weapon clanked on the floor as the power signatures of the two individuals that appeared in the hallway registered. Oh s**t. That was her thought just as the arrow from the longbow hit the wall. Was that a purposeful miss?

Before Myrrha could question the fact that the agents in front of her had missed on purpose she felt Sabine's hand on her shoulder. Her eyes widened as she registered what Sabine was telling her to do. She took in the sight of the stairs through the open doorway and gulped. It was a risk but she placed her trust with the senshi behind her.

As soon as Sabine called her attack and her hand was removed from her shoulder Myrrha bolted towards the stairs that she could see beyond the open door. Her ally was counting on her and she wouldn't let Sabine down. She skirted the two agents and darted through the door that led to the stairs.

Whatever magic Sabine had used Myrrha could only hope it was still working as she started climbing up the stairs, following the sensation of being called once more.

Tomlin, Guardian Cat

In hindsight, the sacking was a poor choice. He should have gone for a pillowcase from the lower cupboards, but having begun with the sack, and received aid from Oort, Tomlin was too stubborn to give up until he’d torn off the scrap he wanted. Draping it over his head, he was a true ginger ninja, for all the good the disguise would do. They were still too loud, and any moment he expected the agents at the edge of his hearing to teleport into their midst.

He had nothing to offer Oberon in answer to his question, a quick shake of his head his only response. The Mauvians had no information about the Negaspace last time he checked. Though he would be sure to keep an eye out and report on all this when they got back.

The cat nodded to Babylon for taking up his suggestion to block the door, but his whiskers drooped as he listened to it somehow turn into a point of serious contention in the group, triggering off a slew of orders and counter-orders, bad feelings on all sides. On the one hand, the chair had been his idea. On the other, it set his fur on end to hear the older members of the party ordering his chibis (well, younger senshi) around. It wasn’t until his sharp feline ears caught Chara’s words about not ignoring “that feeling” that he thought he understood where the misunderstanding lay. But he could have sworn the pleading sensation was from further away, not inside the room? It quickly became a moot point when the door was opened, revealing nothing of interest. He’d half a mind to run his claws over the awful record, but they had more important things to worry about.

He tensed up, too, as he heard the discussion of uses for the spilt cleaning products. Chemical warfare was not something the good guys should be involved in, especially a bunch of young chibis in a hospital. Wreck the place, sure, but not the people. He only relaxed when it became clear the idea was being shut down.

“Ready,” he told Chibi Oort, with a last tug at his sack-shawl, taking up position beside him for their trek down the hallway.

His plan had been to sneak down the left-hand wall to scope out the right-hand corridors before the team reached them, but it seemed their time had run out. The pots and pans rang like cymbals through the hallway.

The Negaverse finally made their entry.

Tomlin didn’t register his team’s superior numbers. The fact that the general hadn’t truly aimed for any of them went (literally) over his head. All that got through to the cat was that two heavily armed Generals had appeared in front of his party of chibi senshi, and he had to protect them.

With zero thought for the consequences, Tomlin shot forward down the hallway at a run, dodging the senshi and knights spaced along the corridor. He’s still been hanging back with Oort, Spacewatch and Babylon, so he had a lot of ground to cover to reach the senshi closest to the front. But if the Generals were focused on him, they’d leave them alone.

Hey jerks, he thought, I am a small moving target – how good of a marksman do you think you are?