Eternal Sailor Athene // HP: 60/60 Attacking the door for 9 damage Current Door HP: (180 - 16 - 14 - 2 - 1 - 4 - 20 - 8 - 20 - 1 - 3 - 3 - 6 - 9) = 73/180
Athene once again tried to bring his piece from what had formerly been a stand holding event programmes down on the hinge, but it didn't seem to be quite as effective second round.
He could hear the sounds of fighting around him as he continued to do his best to break the hinge, a part of him wondering if he was really best placed as he was - because he was still picking up on the auras of the Generals and the Captains - and whilst he didn't consider himself as strong as some of the other senshi and knights that he knew, he was an eternal and had yet to use his magic.
But–
But... He was also well aware of the fact that if they didn't get the door open then they were all sitting ducks.
He could sense the sudden bright flare of a Squire as he continued to try to work on the hinge and couldn't help but feel a little relieved as Athene was well aware that they could use all the help that they could get.
Then a sound of what sounded like a voice had him pause for a moment, a small frown on his lips, because it hadn't come from anyone in the immediate vicinity of him - well at least not that he could tell.
Was it from the other side? Were people trying to work on the doors from the entrance side too?
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Richtersveld, if she was watching the scene correctly, was witness to a senshi attacking her own, and then being remorseful for it, a human monster summoning another actual monster and a lot of smoke, and also what looked to be a lot of suffering from those on her side. There was also a fairly large crush near the door.
Perhaps if they could get the door open, their side could gain an advantage. More places to hide. Maybe there were more of their own inside, too, which might reinforce what looked to be uneven out here--
She slung the first aid kit over her shoulder, darting over to the door and attempting to avoid the cluster of a fight in the process. What was she supposed to do to this thing? Glancing over it, she saw a splintered piece of wood up top. Maybe she could yank on that? Richtersveld reached up above her head and pulled hard, yanking on it until she heard it crack against the force.
Success!
Richtersveld dropped the piece on the ground and looked for another weak point.
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Did Cybele get the message? She turned to look at--
Oh, shut up.
Oh. Did she do something wrong? Was there some kind of strategy to this? Maybe hitting their friend was a way of distracting the enemies from the real plan. Right? That had to be it. There was no way she was attacking the gold skirted dude with purpose, right? Never mind the fact that he was stumbling away and--
Cybele gasped something, at them, looked desperate, then, and then suddenly turned her attention back to one of the long-haired supervillains with cracks all over them. "There we go!" replied Anser, with a cheer, watching as her superhero of a friend suddenly swung around and cracked the other in the face. Anser cheered, because she was a bit of a self-contained cheerleading squad, before her face fell when the one supervillain suddenly swung her leg up and kicked Cybele.
And then the other sent his monster at her.
Anser growled.
She knew she was weak. Her head felt light. There was dried blood all over her face. There was vomit on her costume already.
But she couldn't let them beat on her patrolling partner.
Anser swung around behind the skirted dude, swung around behind the group (that was a flank, right, she heard of that strategy when she googled it--), and attempted to swing around behind the one cracked supervillain and kick her in the back.
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It was with some relief Hydor noted that the lurid purple lieutenant did not bother to pursue him any further. If anything, he seemed stunned by his own ability before he fled.
Hrmph.
Hydor gave himself a couple minutes to catch his breath, to let the air re-enter his lungs, to possibly feel like he was not about to keel over and die. It was minimally effective, as it was. His body ached. His lungs hurt, perhaps, the most. Had a rib been cracked? He supposed the pain would be a bit sharper when he bent and when he breathed if that was to be the case, but Hydor had not broken a rib.
At least, not in recent memory.
It was with some level of struggle he got himself back to his feet, staring at the nearby door he was near sandwiched to. On one side were more Chaos auras. On the other side were other auras, some Chaotic, some Order, and perhaps more space for him to escape and sit down. Either way, he certainly was not escaping here.
There was no foreseeable way out other than forward.
Hydor took a sideways glance to the woman nearby. Did she have a first aid kit attached to her? Perhaps he would need to enlist her help once they got themselves out of this s**t sandwich.
First, though, the door.
Hydor took a quick scan of the door, attempting to pick out any weak points that might have formed as its form was splintering under the pressure. When he thought he picked something out, with a grunt, Hydor slammed his fist into it, ignoring the red-hot pain that seared through as he did. <********> this door was reinforced well. Who the ******** built this s**t? Maybe he should enlist them to make some kind of strategic secret lair--
"Hey!" shouted Hydor, bending down a bit so he could specifically shout into the weak point. He was not sure if he could be heard through the door, but perhaps so. "Think there is a weak point here!"
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Arian had mentioned that he was meeting a friend over at the Autumn theatre for the last showing of Wicked and so Liryn had decided to spend the evening over at HQ revisiting his flashlight app - because whilst the app in its's current format was perfectly functional, he hadn't quite given up on trying to create a flashlight app with an actual beam of light.
He was deep in the midst of looking through the various bits of papers that were scattered across the floor of the room that he had claimed for his own when an incoming message had come through to his cat communicator.
Liryn had thought that it would be a request from one of his friends for some company on patrol, but the message was about as far from that as one could possibly get
Attack at the Autumn, 2 Generals and at least 2 Captains
And there was no way that he could continue to work on his little side project - not with a message like that and so there was nothing for it but for Liryn to make his way over to this Autumn theatre himself, because Arian - well make that Athene - wouldn't send a message like this unless there was trouble.
It took Liryn longer than he would have liked to actually reach the Autumn theatre and by that point it seemed like he wasn't the only one to have received the message because he was picking up on other Order auras, a Page aura here, a senshi aura there and, and...
Wasn't that Hamal?
Liryn started to make his way towards her only to yowl as some sort of smoke engulfed her.
Purplish eyes narrowed as he eventually found the source, a Captain, at least by the feel of it, garbed in black and red - with what appeared to be some sort of piping protruding from his back, one that even now was moving to target another senshi with green hair and the feel of a Super.
Liryn hissed, the jade star on his forehead glowing as he sent an energy beam towards the Captain's leg, although it was hard to tell how well - if at all - it had connected–
And perhaps it had been a bit impulsive sending a kitty beam at the 'tubes' Nega Captain, given how much of a two-edged sword it was.
But.. But Liryn couldn't exactly stand by, not when it was clear - at least to him - that every hand and paw was needed.
He turned, fully intending to make his way to Hamal, already feeling the drain from having used the kitty beam straight off.
"Hamal!" At least he thought it was Hamal "Hamal are you okay?" But it didn't matter even if it wasn't - at least not to him it didn't.
And whilst a second kitty beam was probably out, Liryn had claws and teeth and quite happy to use them against those of the Negaverse.
He was here and he was going to help.
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Super Sailor Cybele HP: 22 Damage to Ceraskia: 16
In battles, people used magic. They used weapons. Sometimes, they threw things. Cybele herself punched faces and that was more or less what she knew. The palm to her chest came out of nowhere and hit her squarely. She was knocked breathless. She stumbled backwards a few steps and and gasped as pain shot through her torso. The air didn't quite come.
It was almost enough to distract her from the familiar goop that splashed her neck and started dribbling down her chest, searing as it went. She would have hissed, but it came as a cough. She spared a quick glare towards the smoking abomination, but she couldn't hunt him. Not now. She had people to protect, herself to protect. She did not want to be turned against her allies again, and that meant focusing on the senshi.
She saw motion. Someone was coming up behind. It was Anser, who should have been going, who should have been resting up, who should have been being safe, but Cybele wouldn't tell her off, wouldn't yell.
Not again.
Anyway, this was something they had practiced, and even without the magic active, it gave her that motivation to step forwards and throw her fist again. She aimed where Anser had hit. It would be a fist bump, just with a body in the middle.
"Sandwich smash," she whispered.
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Corrupted Super Ceraskia || HP: 5 Damage: -
As the ink splattered across the pale senshi's neck and chest there was a split second of triumph. Of believing that they'd gained the upper hand, had turned the tide on the battle and were about to snuff out the blazing lights of order aura's around them. A smile split dark lips despite the ache in her cheek, and the petite dancer skipped back and away from the other woman, well aware of what came next.
But there was no wave of of heat or eruption of flame to drive the senshi of the hunt to her knees. The smile slipped, eyes widening as she glanced back and realized her teammate was on the ground. No.
The heel of a very small foot struck her solidly in the back, stealing her breath and sending shooting pain like a rocket up the length of her spine. It was jarring, but there was no more than half a second before the ink stained senshi was coming in from the front with another powerful punch.
At the very least there would be bruised ribs in her future, but Ceraskia was half certain one or two of them might have been cracked. Her chest burned. It drove her to her knees, one hand smacking the pavement, the other curled tightly around her chest as she struggled to draw gasping breaths, and each and every one sent another shock of pain through her thin body.
Get up! Her general's voice rang like a clarion of bells through the corrupts mind. She grit her teeth, breathing carefully--once, twice--until she was sure she could speak again and when her voice came it wasn't a war cry, but a whisper, but volume counted for nothing in magic. "Quarrelsome air."
When she surged to her feet between the two senshi magic spread out from small hands that lifted first to her lips then spread out towards the both of them.
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This attack lasts for thirty five seconds. This attack can be used twice per battle.
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So, this was bogus. This was kind of a cool fight to get in on, sure, but while he had made peace with the fact that sometimes evil had a cute face, nobody had really told him that the dark side had cat people too. Like, of the furry kind. That had lasers. What the s**t. Where were his lasers?
"Could you not?" he growled at the cat-person-thing. "Like, only one warning, girl, I'm not really in the mood. People're dying, dude."
Someone said something about a weak spot at the door, and so he aimed his fist at the dent, trying to help carve an opening. Well, carve in so much as a blunt force could. Listen, he wasn't a science major, shut up.
"Less talk, more break this thing down," he told the sailor scout, the one that apparently could help. There was a lot of a** being kicked, and most of it seemed to be leaning towards the Good Guys getting whooped. And with no sign of Encke still, on top of spotting a kid--a kid!--in the area, his usual flirting ways weren't present.
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Guardian Cat Bernard: 30/30 DOOR HP: 47
Bernard had only been around to try and catch the play for a bit, but unfortunately hadn't been able to sneak inside. Which meant that he had been outside, trying to decide on what to do next, when he felt his eyes getting heavy...
It wasn't until there was a large chaos aura that he had awakened, and had looked frantically around, trying to see where the aura was coming from. When he sensed that it was coming from the theater. His fur-stache twitched slightly on one side. How was he supposed to get in?
It wasn't until he saw another senshi practically flying towards the theater, from how fast they were running, that he had only barely been able to slip in only to see what could be described as chaos going on. He could hear the screams of the people inside of the theater, and currently there seemed to be a somewhat large group of Order and Negaverse agents at a door.
He looked around to see what he could do. There wasn't much for an old mauvian like him to do, except... He did the only thing he coudl do without managing to hurt one of the Orders, he sent a kitty beam at the door!
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Sailor Phoebe || HP: 18 Door HP: 40
Dark brows twitched upwards curiously at the other senshi's murmured question. It seemed like such a peculiar thing to ask that Phoebe glanced down at herself in mild alarm. Wondering if she'd gotten hurt somehow and not remembered it, or there was something else wrong some how. All seemed right, though. "I'm alright."
She offered the other girl a reassuring smile before turning her attention back up to the big door they were apparently trying to break down.
In all honesty she had her doubts to her own ability to do much more than bruise her knuckles against the heavy wood but she wouldn't even get the chance to try before the rapid approach of something dark and chaotic filled her senses and half a second later something slammed bodily into her from behind.
The impact with the door was sudden and painful, and Phoebe let out a startled yelp as her face connected with the wood, and it was probably luck more than anything else that kept her nose from breaking. It was sure as hell bleeding though she braced her hands against the battered wood and shoved, trying to separate herself from the door and corrupted senshi that'd slammed into her.
"Eu-euphoric Haze!" She managed to croak out, and the second she got enough space to move she tossed a handful of colorful, glittering dust over her shoulder and into the other senshi's face.
By the looks of it it seemed she wasn't the only one who'd been attacked. Both senshi and page were struggling with their own opponents
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Calling the name of her attack creates a palm full of glittering, colorful dust that Phoebe then blows at, or throws at her target. Breathing in the dust will cause an immediate hallucinogenic effect that calms and mollifies the target, while making the colors around them seem brighter and more pronounced.
- Effects last for 30 seconds. - Area of effect is limited to 1.5 ft in front of Phoebe, and can only effect a max of 2 targets at this stage.
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Captain Faustite: 42/45 HP Youma 30/30 HP
Faustite drew a hand back to stay his youma. He shifted, form turning to engage the senshi, to urge Ceraskia from his target area to protect her from the smoky blast, to seize the advantage and to press it, to drive back the senshi, to reclaim the draining operation so bitterly lost to the head general's ineptitude. He would wrench this battle back in Negaverse hands with a blisteringly effective team, with Noctua back out and scathing for blood, with her cat keeping the opposition scattered, with Ceraskia dividing their enemy against themselves. Together they would subjugate and —
A white burst took him in the soft crook of shoulder and neck. Deep it bloomed with a numbing, white-hot pain, and the youma captain uttered a dragging gasp while his muscles seized. He collapsed to the ground bonelessly as dirt and debris clung to his face. Around him swirled his squid youma, caught between curious and concerned. Was he dead? What should it do? The questions haunted the cephalopod constantly.
Faustite managed only a small rasp of an order. Fingers spread, then crawled damningly slow toward his vest pocket. Fingers fought and danced gracelessly over a smooth prism before painstakingly rolling it out onto carpet. "Cera," he managed through a smoky breath.
The youma understood as much.A thin, fire-sparked tentacle coiled about the gem. It packed its tentacles together, drew them into a curl, then rocketed itself toward Ceraskia with delivery in hand.
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Sailor Pavo: 9/30 HP Damage to Door-san: 10 Door-san HP: 30
So far, no one noticed her. All other agents were busy with other, more important auras on the horizon, therefore letting her work at her task uninterrupted. She certainly didn't envy the blazing order members who attracted the brunt of Chaos's attention — likely they risked a lot in their lives just to stick their necks out for normal people — so she vasty preferred her position as a basic senshi. The lack of imposing presence gave her a unique type of stealth.
Pavo reeled back for another kick at the door when she heard a shout through the crack where the two doors met, and she peeked through the thin allowance to learn of her solicitor. She couldn't see much, just that his outfit looked grey and he wore glasses, but he had the right idea. If the aged, rusted hinges were any indication, years of neglect left these doors in suboptimal condition. Even if they left the crowds of panicked civilians to crush themselves against the doors, they would eventually break one off the hinges and flow through at the rate of molasses. Better that senshi do some damage with their increased strength.
She was shoved aside just them, urging a gasp as someone pressed a careless elbow against the newly forming bruise on her side. She shoved back, sending someone off-balance, then returned to her conundrum.
The door — what could she do to loosen the hinges? With the lieutenant gone, she couldn't bodily throw someone against it. But maybe… "Excuse me!" She called back through the crack. "If I push on the door, can you get enough of a grip to pull on it? Together we might break the lock?" She knew little of doors or how locks worked beyond the obvious, but maybe brute force was enough to overwhelm it. They didn't have a senshi of lock-picking to bail them out here.
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Hydor was not sure if his message had made it through the door initially, but at the very least, those outside of the door seemed to get his point. He watched as a page of some sort of planet smashed their hand into the weak spot, and Hydor let out a perhaps surprisingly emotive, "Yes!" Perhaps it was partially to be encouraging.
He did, after all, want to get away from this crush of people.
It seemed, then, that someone else had heard his murmurings from the other side of the door. He caught the voice of a woman seep through the crack, asking if he could try pulling on the door. Could he get enough leverage? That was the essential question, especially with such a crush of people around him. Leverage usually required having the ability to lean back without bumping into some other a*****e that decided to plant their asses in a dumb spot.
It was too bad they did not have something to simply shoot the damn knob off.
"I will certainly give it an effort," replied Hydor, looking down and projecting into the hole for a moment, before smashing his foot into the bottom of the door to give himself some more leverage. Once he got that, he let out a wheeze of a breath, before grabbing onto the nearest handle he could find and yanking.
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Sailor Phaethon || HP: 11/30 Damage done to door: 4 Door HP: 17
Phaethon watched as the others moved on and he, himself, moved for the door. He didn't feel he could do much else, would be much use for much else, so it was worth seeing what he could do there. They needed to break the door down, and he could hear that people were banging on it. He could at least do that, he figured. Looking around quickly to make sure he wasn't about to miss a strike out of left field, he darted for the door. He could see that they were being attacked, too, though, and he hesitated as he got closer. He couldn't deny that he was starting to get tired, and Phaethon worried about his ability to withstand an attack.
But, then again, if they could just get the damn door down...
Phaethon was not imposing, and he hoped that would be enough to keep eyes off of him--aware as he was that he was dressed in bright white and gold--as he moved closer to the door. He was not short, but others were taller--like the knight with wavy purple hair--so maybe that would help (much as he was not wanting people to be shields for him...). Either way, he needed to stop worrying about it and just get in there. He was of hardly any help just hovering nearby.
And so Phaethon moved again, managing to wedge himself in between a couple of the others. He was not, however, particularly strong, either, and his blows on the door did a laughable amount of damage. Frustrated, he rubbed his hands together and then--without actually looking--vaguely swatted one of his hands out onto the shoulder of one of the senshi next to him whose voice sounded strained, muttering, "Warm Fuzzies," as he did so. He couldn't seem to do anything about the door, but he might be able to do something about her tiredness.
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Sailor Scout Attack: Warm Fuzzies Phaethon rubs his hands together and then turns them outwards as if warming them by a fire before touching his palms against the target. His target feels a sense of fuzzy, warm happiness, like a blanket. It can help lift moods and encourage the target to adopt a "can-do" attitude, making it somewhat easier to ignore minor injuries. Uses: 3 (1 left) Range: one target in the area Duration: 25 seconds Limits: He can't force someone to be happy or (obviously) override their personality/mind/etc.--the fuzziness is a strong suggestion, but still just a suggestion. Also, injuries are not healed in any way, just easier to power through if minor enough (sprains, wrenched muscles, twisted ankles, etc.).
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Chibi Sailor Anser || HP: 17/30 Damage to Super Cybele: 2
Cybele got the hint! Hearing Cybele whisper Sandwich Smash delighted Anser, and she might have let out a quiet cheer of agreement.
Their practiced strategy proved to be effective, as the strange long-haired ballerina supervillain suddenly dropped to her knees and keeled over. A smirk played on Anser's lips, and there was definitely a moment where she considered kicking her while she was down. This woman was a supervillain, attacking an event being attended by civilians, including her hermano and his boyfriend. She didn't care if kicking someone while they were down was morally wrong.
They started it.
She was a superhero who was here to finish it.
Anser lifted a foot to stomp like she wanted to, but the thought was derailed by some sudden whispering. What the hell was that supervillain whispering? Why was she getting up? Why was she throwing her arms out at them like she was trying to --
Her thoughts slammed to a halt.
The person in front of her was still quite annoying, but it suddenly didn't annoy her as badly as the person around the person in front of her. With an agitated snarl, Anser swerved around the long-haired supervillain and stared Cybele in the eyes directly, breathing in deeply through her nose in a way that made her nostrils flare.
"Why did you punch the skirt guy?!" asked Anser, incredulous, as she pushed her hands into Cybele's shoulders and pushed her back. "That's not the strategy!"
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Super Sailor Cetus: 45/45
"I'm not leaving you. I don't trust that the injury you have isn't sever and I'm not going to risk it." He wasn't medical, in any manner, but he knew she was hurt and shouldn't be left alone. He could remain here, as he was, with her and work on the door. That way he helped but he was also able to keep close to her and keep an eye on her.
While she told him not to worry about her he couldn't very well help himself, he felt sorry for the other, and so he would stay with her as long as he could. "I'll get you help after this." Though he didn't know with who or where, he was seriously figuring the hospital would be safe. Maybe he'd call out and see if any senshi might have medical knowledge and could help instead?
