Captain Reidite Location: D4 Action: Orders heard, but not sure how much can still be evacuated and not wanting to interrupt Heliodor (or get in the way of his magic, lbr).
Reidite heard the orders, although it still wasn’t entirely clear who was assigned to what task, or if they were just supposed to jump in on what they felt was the right thing to do. Maybe he should double check with his General since the General King seemed preoccupied with drawing youma from the depths.
“I guess you could say you’re in a bit of… hot water,” Reidite smirked to himself when the Page with the flower symbols (Sigiriya) was attacked by the Senshi (Heliodor) he’d seen around but never really interacted with. His smirk didn’t last very long, because he shrugged at the Page’s cursing.
“We’re here to protect the city from terrorists like you. What did you expect when you go around destroying property?” he said in clear agreement with Jasper.
Fighting these knights and Senshi seemed completely reasonable to him. Although he didn’t want to steal Heliodor’s thunder by interrupting when he was doing a good job already.
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2023 8:21 pm
General Aquamarine Location: C2, looking into D2. Action: Offering Niter assistance if needed, guiding some NPCs away and stabbing another because why not, then asking some nearby White Moons wtf they think they’re doing.
Niter went into the building. The burning building. The one that might collapse at any moment.
Aquamarine was almost impressed. Niter hadn’t struck him as the type to put himself in that much danger. Aquamarine wouldn’t have even blamed him for not bothering, because Aquamarine didn’t want to bother. Not for this. The bank was unsalvageable and the Negaverse didn’t have the discipline to take on the enemy at a moment’s notice without ******** it up. They should cut their losses and leave.
Then Aquamarine was annoyed, because he knew Jet would be disappointed in him if anything happened to Niter that he could have prevented.
“Niter,” he spoke into the communicator when the quiet Senshi didn’t immediately turn around and decide, no, the burning building actually wasn’t to his liking after all. “What the ********? I know I said make sure our people get out, but you could’ve left and I wouldn’t’ve given a ********. Call me if you need an assist.”
Often, Aquamarine would experience some regret that he’d allowed Jet to convince him into accepting the promotion to General. He despised the responsibility.
Alas, he was here, and he had an open link to Jet, and Faustite was giving orders. Aquamarine didn’t necessarily disagree with those orders, he only wished he didn’t have to bother. This was not how he’d hoped to spend his evening.
From his place near the bank, Aquamarine continued to direct various agents and Negaverse Senshi away from the area. They could go back to the Dark Kingdom for all he cared, and he told them so. “Leave. If anyone complains, tell them I said they can go ******** themselves.”
Then there were the Senshi and Knights to deal with. Aquamarine stabbed one simply because they were there and he was cranky, shoving them toward an advancing youma in a rare moment of kindness (toward the youma; surely it was hungry). He knew Sessrumnbir was near, and Cybele, but the latter quickly took off after Faustite, and Aquamarine left her to her suicide mission, eyeing Sessrumnir instead.
He was a problem. Last time they saw one another, Aquamarine had been content to leave him be. The mission at the time hadn’t warranted any action against the Knight, not when Sessrumnir had done nothing to thwart their attempts. (They’d done that to themselves.)
Perhaps this didn’t warrant action either.
Jet wouldn’t want him to engage. Jet was already there in his head, courtesy of the earrings, warning Aquamarine against it.
He needs to be dealt with, Aquamarine told him.
What if Sessrumnir had another one of those smoke bombs? Did it matter? Aquamarine knew to expect them now, even if he hadn’t experienced one since the first time. He had his rapier and his dagger on him; as long as he wasn’t disarmed, he could handle one Knight. And if he couldn’t, Jet would know, and could teleport in…
Don’t…
Aquamarine sighed. Maybe the Senshi nearby, then? (Osiris.) Would Sessrumnir take offense to Aquamarine gutting some hapless Senshi? Probably.
“Would any of you care to explain to me what the ******** you’re even doing here?”
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2023 8:23 pm
Ephesus, Knight of the Moon Location: C3, suggesting moving to D3 or D4 after. Action: Staying with Yvoire and Dering to make sure they’re okay.
With his tiger there, Ephesus felt a little better about everything happening around them.
Except he felt a wave of panic when Sessrumnir ran off to help with what he could only assume was evacuations from the building. He looked around for Alastor, but knew Alastor was also much stronger and could help others while he and Amarynthos and Stirling worked on getting their small group to safety.
Along with anyone else who might need their help.
Like the Senshi who had been stabbed by the Captain.
Although he really, really wanted to, Ephesus did not burst into tears at the sight of blood. The Senshi with the tail (Fang) was still moving and fighting -- along with Reims and Cynthus now.
“It’s okay, you’ll be okay,” he quickly tried to reassure both Yvoire and Dering as he tried to gently place a hand on their shoulder to get their attention. The tiger looked like she wanted to attack the Captain, but remained prowling around them instead.
“Let’s start heading towards the pond.” That seemed to be the plan. To get away from everyone around them, to avoid those with Chaos in their hearts and minds. Getting to safety was important and then they would figure things out later.
He gave a panicked look to Amarynthos, but tried standing up a bit straighter again as he took his job trying to protect the others seriously.
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Dering, Amarynthos, Alastor
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Cynthus, Yvoire
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Stirling
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2023 10:09 pm
Corrupt Super Sailor Heliodor Location: D4 Action: Fighting Sigiriya and mildly annoyed with nearby negaverse agents.
Well that was a first. Never. Not once, had Helio attacked someone and the only retaliation he got was an exasperated ‘What the hell, man?’. The fact that the page (Sigiriya) thought he could just stand across from a building that was likely set a blaze by his own fact and could only look surprised that he was attacked was a testament to order’s quality recruits.
“Sorry, no free spectation for the arsonists.” To emphasis his point he advanced on the page. He threw a punch to the purple clad young man’s head. He expected a dodge so quickly followed with a side kick to the page’s side.
Then there was the peanut gallery. One he recognized as Roselite, the other two were new faces to him.
In fairness, Heliodor hadn’t noticed the others when he first honed in on the page. His need to put as much distance between him and Faustite, while following orders, had made him a bit single minded. With his initial attack made and the comments from the trio, Helio was now all too aware of them all.
Had they honestly just been standing there watching events unfold around him. The place was crawling with white moon. “I think you all have orders to help extricate our people or make sure those getting people out can get out without order interference.” He said as he continued with the page.
The building was going up in flames quickly which raised concerns for anyone who had gone inside to help injured agents.
He glanced to his fellow negaverse cohorts. “Do you know if any of our people are still in there?”
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It had taken Ancha a while to get to the scene. This was a busy time of year for the band, what with smaller performances and working on new music, so she'd spent most of the past couple days alternating between composing, rehearsing, and sleeping at her kitchen table. But when she got a message from someone whose name she didn't recognize, saying that there was a machine at a bank that could turn people into monsters and that they had just destroyed it, well...
She couldn't not come, at that point, using the roofs to cut the commute as short as she could. Turning people into monsters was exceptionally ******** up! The fire she saw in the distance didn't seem terribly promising, either. Thankfully, it didn't seem like she'd have to spend much more time wondering what was happening.
It was hard to mistake his uniform for anyone else's, what with the scrungly business man look it gave him. Though the a** wings were new; she'd have to ask him what that was all about. If his grouchy a** was a b***h about answering, she'd just go ask Faust--
"Hydor!" She glanced to the side as she approached him, her attention caught by youma bursting out from around the lake.
That was an awful ******** lot of monsters.
Was it related to the fire?
As she drew up to a stop next to him, "the hell's going on in this thread?" He seemed the type to recognize old pop culture references.
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2023 2:58 am
Captain Borax Location: A5 -> B4 Action: Moving to head off the new arrivals
Some of them would constitute an extraction team.
The rest? The rest could kill, make them into youma, and Borax was seething. There was a part of him that was content to watch the chaos caused by the others, the chaos caused by the youma his team lead summoned, the chaos caused by the fire that burned in the distance, and not because he was happy his bank was burning, but happy he was watching people suffer from it. They deserved to suffer for what they did to him. They deserved to die. They deserved to die in the blaze, or...
He had asked a senshi a few weeks ago if she had ever thought about how her head would look on a pike. He felt that stronger now than he had at that moment, and he took a moment to regard the power of his general-sovereign summoning forth youma before summoning his spear directly to his hand to point it forward threateningly.
"I'll join team kill."
Perhaps he'd start with that senshi and knight heading toward their rendezvous point. Was that -- ugh, ********, that b***h, but she was coming with a little knight friend --
Both were above his power level, but at that moment, he didn't give a rat's a**. He saw that ethereal whatever the ******** fly toward his general-sovereign, but that in itself wasn't necessarily the motivator.
He wanted to see blood.
"I'll try to head them off," he groused, speedwalking in Cybele and her knight friend's direction, pointing his spear specifically in the knight's direction.
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2023 3:11 am
Stromboli, Page of Uranus Location: C2 Action: Fighting off any youma heading toward the bank to clear a path
Stromboli was meticulous about making sure he scraped the offices on his way out of the building. What he found went into his subspace pocket to protect it from the bank going up. The information he'd found might help Order prevent this from happening again. Or, at the very least, give them a better warning about it.
His long strides were certainly an asset to leaving the space, and he made sure he looked over his shoulder to check that Abzu was keeping up.
Abzu seemed to be managing.
Of course, clearing out showed him the youma slinking and skulking around. The glowing midsection of the person he assumed was ordering them around was quite eye-catching even at that distance, but the press of chaos on his senses was even more attention-grabbing. Really, he should have cleared out of the area.
He did not clear out of the area.
Their allies needed more time.
He just had gumption and a food-turner, but they would have to do. At the least, it let him approach a youma with a certain haste in his step--a youma heading toward a group of people near the bank entrance (D2)--and put his weight into slapping it as hard as he could with the aforementioned glorified spatula.
If he had to, he would stay until there was a clear path for exit.
Fulgurite knew how tight the Negaverse was about their operations. It was part of how they had managed to infiltrate nearly everything. Nothing was safe, nothing was safe, it was why he could own no parts of his life, nothing was his, everything belonged to the Negaverse since that fateful day almost a decade ago. Everything had before that point and everything had remained so until this point. How did the White Moon know? How did they know? How had they gotten the jump on the Negaverse so severely that as he walked slowly up, watching as two young girls dashed away with money in hand-- how, how, how--
His skin felt cold as goosebumps spread across his arms, his legs, his neck; he had just been trying to give advice and tell those close to him that they should stay away from there, they deserved to have their own anything away from the control of the Negaverse. At least their finances could be their own. At least.
He hadn't expected the news to spread.
Fulgurite pulled at all of his extremities to make sure he didn't fall to his knees as much as his body wanted to give out. If the Negaverse found out, if the Negaverse traced him as the source, if the Negaverse put together that he was a leak, that he had loose lips, that he was the reason why Order knew and got the jump he would be strung up and murdered immediately. His starseed would be taken. He would be made an example of. He'd be youmaified, or perhaps even shoved toward ascendence. Could that be done? Make him a total devotee to Metallia's cause unless he was no longer considered worthy of that, an eternal corrupt senshi at the height of his power who needed to be ended before he was a further threat.
How would Orah take it if he just disappeared? How would Dad? He had seen the way her disappearance had affected him, but she had only disappeared temporarily. Something had stolen Orah away, and while she did return from that kidnapping, he never quite figured out what it was. But she came back. He would never come back. Never. Never. His sister would need to assume he was just another statistic. His father would be rended if his reaction the first time was any indicator.
It was the reason why he went into floral arrangement. Fulgurite needed to stand by his side.
How would his babe react? He couldn't go to Syrus like this. They had planned to get married the day they realized their magnetism was irresistible. They wanted to be together forever. Cryolite would instead get to see him ... die.
Die.
Fulgurite wobbled on his feet.
He swallowed hard. He tried to steady himself. The press of mostly Order--White Moon--Order auras nearby wasn't helping. There was a mess. There was a fire. There were youma, from -- his general-sovereign was nearby, and that only made the nausea worse. He needed to leave. He needed to die. He needed to blend in and do his ******** work, he needed to attack these Order people nearby, he needed to show his skill as an eternal and make them all suffer the chill of a spring that never got to be a hot spring--
He glanced in another direction, trying to find a place to slip to.
He saw Nikki.
Fulgurite's throat felt dry, and his lips felt like flypaper.
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2023 3:42 am
General-King Faustite Action: Getting shot, being mad about it, nuking Cybele's starseed from orbit in B4
The youma were out, dispatched to different areas of the battlefield where they added to the existing fights. There were few untouched groups of White Moon left, and not enough Negaverse organized into a squadron to adequately deal with the group of knights that likewise refused to engage. That was fine, Faustite thought. They could work around them, exterminating their allies until that group was the last one left. Surrounded and easily subsumed.
An arrow struck him in the shoulder, interrupting his thoughts, and Faustite flinched backward from the strike. Pain followed, sharp and fierce, with a dull groan beneath it that swelled into sharp whenever he tried to move his left shoulder. Worse yet were the phantom nips and strikes that pelted him afterward, yet there would be no one firing on him if he looked about himself.
He knew this magic. He knew precisely who loosed it on him. Lips peeled back into a smoking snarl, he looked for the telltale silver and purple ribbons. The rack of antlers.
A Knight that was with her (Siegfried) was running toward him, cutlass in hand. That didn't matter. Just like the fits and starts of pain that haunted Faustite, the Knight didn't matter. Before he reached the burning boy's location, before that cutlass started to swing, Faustite disappeared as Borax declared his intention to attack that one.
Then Faustite was directly before Cybele, inches away from her, with smoke furling and seething about them both. He would not afford her time to react; a hand shot straight for her chest, already primed with the dark energy that fueled his form. He would grasp that gem tightly, cook it in his burning grip before it tasted the fresh power given to him.
"Abdicate yourself," he whispered, voice crackling with derision.
In the chaos of the fight around them, it seemed that the sniper disappeared to some other task, and it wasn't like she could see the b*****d. Anser grumbled to herself but was not one to ruminate. If the sniper was taking different priorities, she needed to take different ones, too.
She'd deal with the blood dripping down her thigh later.
Her priority shifted as she saw the youma appearing, and she grabbed the arrow that she had been threatening the sniper with to start trying to stab at the youma that came near her position. Getting them away was probably the best priority -- it would let their allies focus elsewhere, and most importantly, as the fire bloomed, it would let them leave. Anser didn't care about her own safety; the Negaverse deserved everything they got, but they didn't need to also inflict that on everyone else.
The auras nearby caught her attention, and she registered that there was a general-sovereign nearby--their damn energy was impossible to miss--but he was not her priority until she saw a green and purple movement out of the corner of her eye.
Driving the arrow she held deeper into one of the youma she was currently facing, she decided there needed to be another priority. She'd go help Cybele and Siegfried with -- Her steps stuttered as she saw the general-sovereign get a lot closer.
Myrrha's gaze skimmed the over the area and noted the new additions in the sense of more forces of chaos and order before she grimaced. Those youma that had been summoned would be easy enough to disperse of if one had the proper weapons. Luckily that meant her sledgehammer was a prime thing to keep a hold of but Myrrha wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to stick around much longer. She nodded in response to the question that had been posed of her before adding on a verbal reply, "I'm alright. It's been an interesting night but I'm thinking the best idea for me is to just slip out ... unnoticed."
The super senshi eyed the bank that was now definitely on it's way to being a fully engulfed structure. Her gaze narrowed on one individual that seemed to be paying them a little too much attention for her liking, "we've done what we were called forth to do and that was destroy the bank."
Myrrha grimaced.
The sledgehammer was hefted once more into her hands before she swung it about to point towards the individual that was looking over in their direction (Langite), "is there anything I can help you with?"
Illyria sniffed the air delicately. The acrid stench of smoke was starting to affect her and she needed to move to someplace that was not right alongside the burning building. The heat from the fire that was happily chewing through the insides of the bank made the Mauvian remember that it was not safe to be right alongside such a place. Scampering away out of the alley with two singed bills in her mouth did Illyria pause to try and figure out where the best location could be to hide now. She just hoped that Ida had got out of the building. She thought she had spotted Fang somewhere in the crush of bodies that had exited earlier before she had split off from everyone. Darting across the road was it's own exercise in dodging groups of those that were either fighting or standing around.
Making her way across the pavement did Illyria find herself ducking down into the grassy area that was much safer than where she had been just minutes before. However there were still auras of chaos all over the place.
Flattening herself among the various lengths of blades of grass did Illyria merely keep her eyes focused on the burning building. There did not seem to be any signs of distress that she could feel from Ida so she had to believe that her partner was okay. Her gaze swung back and forth before returning to the flames that were threatening to take the entire structure. Would the fire spread to the other buildings?
For now she just wanted to remain as invisible as she could be; which wasn't much at all.
Atheneite grinned like a feral beast at the line of blood. Her grin grew even wider as the alien senshi shot back calling her a b***h. All in all she'd been called worse, she'd call herself worse. She liked to think she was above such a basic term as b***h, she was a monster and a murderer.
"So the alien mutt can bark, now lets see if you can bite." She challenged as he attacked her fangs bared. She used the body of her spear to block the claws and teeth that came after her. She liked his ferocity, it made her want to leave this senshi broken in a pool of his own blood all the more. Unfortunately her desire for violence was interrupted quiet rudely.
A page came upon her swinging what appeared to be a letter opener. As she was busy blocking the super senshi she couldn't block or dodge the page's weapon as it drew a nasty scratch across her cheek. She had to weaken her defense as she took one hand off of her spear to swing her fist at the page's jaw. "Back off punk! I didn't invite you to this dance!" She snarled. She didn't like fighting 2 on 1 even if she was stronger than the page, the fact the senshi was her equal in power and now had numbers on her could prove a real problem. She had to kill the page quickly so that she could focus on her attention on the senshi.
She pushed the senshi back with all her strength before pivoting on her heel towards the page. She moved to impale the page with her spear but before she could she felt the sting of a piece of wood being whacked hard across her back. She stumbled from the pain and the force of impact before her head snapped towards the new attacker who had been screaming as well, another page. "Do I look like I'm running a daycare, brats, stop interfering! If you want to leave with you life turn around now and I'll forget what you just did!" She glared at the girl knight brandishing her spear as she tried to also watch her other two opponents out of the corner of her eyes. It was a bluff, she was in a bad spot and she knew it. She was strong and an experienced fighter but there was basically no chance she could take on three order fighters at once especially since one of them was a super senshi. She looked around she didn't know if any of her allies could come to her aid right now or if they were all engaged with other order fighters. She grit her teeth, she had to figure out a way to remove the two pages from this equation and quickly.
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2023 11:01 am
Stirling Squire of Lysithea Location: C3 --> E3 Action: Trying so hard not to panic, and just running.
Honestly, Stirling wanted to cry. She had thought she had been so clear, and had thought that they would be able to get out of here without any issues, but then one of the adults ran off, and the boy she had asked to watch Dering decided to go and attack the Captain, and cute girl went with him and just.
Okay. Okay. This was. Fine.
Ish.
Her dagger was in her hand and she bit down hard on her lip, tasting blood and swung around, grabbing hold of Dering’s hand once more. “Come on. We’re going to get out of here. I…Effie can you take this one?” She nodded towards the boy who looked as though he weren’t mentally here any longer, and honestly…she understood that deeply. “I can’t take two and use my magic…”
Looking to either side, she picked the side that didn’t seem to have quite as many chaos folks in it, and…that was the goal right now. Get out. Don’t die. Don’t be a hero unless you had to and…
“Please follow me, I’m making a run for it, just…if anyone gets in our way…” Stirling’s voice was raised so that hopefully cute girl and croissant boy would hear and follow as well.
She slashed the air with her dagger and her shield came into view, the wall that would push back anyone who she didn’t know.
Or at least, that was what she still thought. Whatever. It would keep away people she didn’t want to be near her, and it would provide protection as they ran.
And she did run, as fast as she possibly could in her shoes, while still channeling her magic and pulling Dering behind her.
Hopefully the others would follow.
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Stirling holds her dagger in her hand and slashes through the air, a whimsical shield of ten feet by ten feet manifests five feet in front of where she slashed. The shield is translucent so she can see through it; only those she trusts can pass through it. Those she does not trust will be met with a solid wall to protect against physical attacks. The shield will move with her and will always stay five feet in front of her; it will pass through solid objects and will only be solid when it comes into contact with someone she doesn’t trust. She can use it to push back at her enemies but it can do blunt force damage if a player chooses. Stirling can channel her magic for forty five seconds at this stage.
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2023 11:05 am
Mauvian Tama Location: D1 Action: Activating his personal item.
If there had been any doubt in the cat’s mind that Faustite was not back to his old self, then the comment about the cute boy completely settled the matter. He cat gave the her general a rare smile as he ran off to be useful.
It took him a moment longer than it did Alkmene to get inside the bank building as the Mauvian could not teleport so easily. But he did have something that made it a bit quicker than the average feline. He had activated the lavender collar on his way.
“You see anyone, Alkmene?” A rather large cat said, his head nearly to the senshi’s chest. “This smoke is really doing a number on my sense of smell.”
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Personal Item: A lavender collar. For three hours a day, this item can allow Tama to change his form and increase his size enough to carry someone.
