She could do precious little than groan when strong arms scooped her up. She couldn't cling to consciousness, it kept slipping through her fingers from one moment to the next. Very dimly she was aware that something large had happened. The sound around her, what she could hear and parse out, was different, thicker. The ground beneath her shook and vibrated with the passage of many feet. Had she the luxury of it she'd have worried about being trampled.
It was hard to worry about anything.
Wherever Alhambra tucked her away for safe keeping, that was where she'd remain until either someone came to collect her or she managed to wake up enough to crawl from the ruin of the theater.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2018 1:01 pm
Richtersveld of Pluto || HP: 30/30
Richtersveld was pleased to find that the door finally came toppling down. What she was not so pleased by was the sudden mass of civilians toppling out of the door. How many had the Negaverse trapped in there? How many had already died? Beyond the civilians, she was fairly sure she saw a few bodies. Were any of them still living? Could she help them, or was it too late?
A small voice caught her attention from her side, and Richtersveld shifted to face her. This one had a black bodice, like some of the cracked senshi in the area, but something seemed different about this one. Richtersveld couldn't tell if it was the aura, or simply how meek her form seemed. How small her form seemed. All Richtersveld wanted to do was gather her up in a hug.
And it seemed she wanted to help, too.
This poor girl didn't belong in such a dark bodice, but Richtersveld had never been one to judge a book by its cover, anyway.
"I would love some help, if you're willing," offered Richtersveld, giving the girl below her a gentle smile. "There are a lot of people hurting here. I'm not sure how quickly I can cover ground myself."
She took a look around at their forces, a look inside the theatre at fallen civilians, a look behind her at the fights that seemed to be raging on.
"Is there anyone you noticed, dear, that you'd like me to go to first?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2018 1:05 pm
Corrupt Super Sailor Noctua -- 13/45
The door was down.
Oh god, the door was down.
Noctua had come outside to stop this from happening and she had failed. Failed her general. Failed her calling. Failed herself. She cursed out loud, turning first the to door and then to the senshi that she had taken down. Only one. She had only succeeded in stopping one. She had promised her general a starseed and she had not been able to carry through even on that.
She had failed...
But she would not let General Benitoite fail.
She would leave the brightly colored senshi where she dropped her, on the ground to rot, and turned her attention instead to her general. She had to make it to him. She had to... the feeling bubbled up inside of her and overpowered even the crippling guilt of failing everything that she believed in. The rage propelled her, made her shove civilians aside, rip the heart out of one of them because if she couldn't give Benitoite the starseed of the chibi, then she'd give him someone elses.
She had to make it to him...
"Katya, leave them! We need to help Benitoite!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2018 1:36 pm
Eternal Sailor Athene // HP: 60/60 Targeting Corrupt Super Sailor Noctua with magic
Athene had found himself having to jump backwards as the door fell down inwards, the heavy door hitting the ground with a loud thump that made him wince.
He had managed to get a brief glimpse of the lobby outside, saw what appeared to be smoke, his lips tilting down in a slight frown, even as people caught up on his side of the door started to stream towards the exit.
He followed after them, because whilst out in the theatre hall proper, Athene was still picking up on chaotic auras - and not just those from behind him.
A figure darted towards him, the female garbed in purple, black and blue–
And whilst her aura was not as strong as a General's or of that of Atë's, the sense of cold and chill of her aura was a lot stronger than a basic senshi's aura suggesting a Super senshi.
Athene stepped forward, his left hand rising even as he called on his magic "Blue Beads of Nazar – intensated!"
He directed the beads that formed towards the Corrupted Super senshi, a part of him hoping that his magic would play nice, although even if it didn't he was still planning to do his best to stop her in order to give the escaping civilians as clear a way out as possible.
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Blue beads of Nazar – intenstated: Athene’s super level attack takes the form of a ‘ball of beads’ that can trap a target with ill will towards either Athene or one of his allies in a barrier of beads if it connects. (Ill will means that the target wishes to cause some form of harm to either Athene or his ally). Target can still jump, block, or strike with their weapon - but they cannot leave the ring of beads. Beads can be smashed by someone outside the barrier, smashing half (24 to 30) will bring down the barrier. Duration: About thirty seconds (or 2 posts).
Taking out an eternal would help his side - a lot. He needed this one taken out and fast. The door was down, he was sure he'd heard the thud from the falling door and some civilian shouts of joy. Those shouts of joy might just, in some cases, turn to terror as he was sure there was a lot going on in the lobby as well. From what he'd heard over his communications device there was fighting going on over in the lobby as well. Civilians escaping that way would find themselves right in the middle of it all - too bad really.
"More than six years will help ones aim..." Shrugging a bit. He'd had a long history in the Negaverse and had time to learn and grow...to become deadlier.
He expected the others magic, it was all most senshi had. Most lacked the ability to fight...or just didn't do it. They relied on magic and that was it, though some on his own side he was sure relied too much on their weapon and summoning youma and such. it was a flaw people had. He tired, and sometimes failed he was sure, to be well rounded. He could fight, though he'd had no training in an official manner unless this war counted. He didn't expect the different words though...and he wondered if it was worse...or not.
He didn't get time to escape it though, like he wanted, as he went to move and almost tripped on some body on the ground. Cursing as he was hit with the comet tail, just as he lost his foot from the shock wave, he landed on his a** in a heap of limbs and fabric - lots of fabric.
He didn't have long to wait for the burning to start and when it did it was hot...hotter than before. It hurt more and had him biting down on his bottom lip to not make a sound. It didn't last long though as he ducked his head to hide his face even as sounds of pain passed his lips. It took everything in him to focus enough to call back his weapon, no need to leave that where the enemy could get it. He wasn't going to allow them his weapon to finish him with, as it was something he himself would do to an enemy.
While the pain mounted, and the burning sensation continued, he choose for now to focus on another location in the theater to teleport to. He'd handle the eternal another time...sometime soon....they'd run into each other again. The city wasn't that big.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2018 4:15 pm
Chibi Sailor Anser || HP: 0/30
Anser would have yelled when she was suddenly disrupted from her mission, but the connections between her mouth and her brain didn't seem to be firing correctly. She opened her mouth, but there was no sound.
When she was set down and stood in front of by some dude with a scarf on his head, Anser glared up at him, for a moment, before looking around him and attempting to locate what she was looking for. The world around her was swimming, blurry. Figures were hard to make out in a way she was sure they would be if she wore glasses and they were missing from her face. Did she wear glasses?
... No, she never wore glasses.
Anser tried to shake her head to force her thoughts to stay focused, stay tangible, stay thinkable, but it failed, and she murmured some sort of sound of annoyance under her breath.
She then looked up at the man once more.
"Need to," she burbled, speaking upwards at the man in front of them, "find hermano..."
Somewhere in her foggy mind, enough frustration bubbled that she moved around him just to get a better look around the room.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2018 5:15 pm
Corrupt Super Sailor Noctua -- 13/45
The first thing Noctua did was scream. Long and hard and loud. Rage tore against her hotter and wilder than anything she had felt before this moment. The seconde thing she did was she began to pace. It was a stunted motion, only a few steps this way and that, but it was all she could do to keep herself from flinging herself uselessly against the barrier holding her hostage.
First she was thwarted by dust and false emotions. Now it was beads. Such trivial things keeping her from her calling. From her general. And the senshi was just standing there. Watching her. Was he enjoying this? Enjoying watching Noctua pace and snarl like a caged animal?
Wait.
He was watching her. He was watching her and she could see his eyes. Another toxic smile slid across her features as she leaned forward, pressing her fingers against the barrier surrounding her.
"Noctua Sleepless Nights," she murmured, magic pouring from her lips like oil.
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Noctua Sleepless Nights Noctua closes her eyes and calls the name of her attack. Upon opening them, she will lock eyes with one person for five seconds and they will be subject to the attack. For the next ten seconds the victim will feel like they haven't slept at all for the past few nights. They will be victim to the more physical symptoms of insomnia, like tension headaches, nausea, and dizzyness. Noctua can preform this attack twice or once with enough energy left Noctua Feverish Nights
Note: Noctua no longer needs both eyes functioning on either end to make the attack work, however, if eye contact is broken within five seconds on either end, the attack fails. If the environment is too dark to see anyone's eyes, the attack also fails.
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23!
Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2018 8:22 pm
Transcendent Eternal Sailor Encke || HP: 36/60 Bandaged Self Up for 23
If this general wasn't destroying his night, if he wasn't a general, if he was a knight, Encke might have appreciated the banter about years developed of good aim.
Pity.
Instead, he watched, backing up further and further as he did, as the other sat on the ground and let the attack burn him. To some extent, he wished he had gotten to use that in an area with more of those that ruined the evening present, but perhaps it was for the best. He needed to get the other away from him, and this seemed to be the best way to do so. Considering the other teleported himself away, it seemed that it had been effective.
Now to see if he could do anything about the growing red on his side, before Richard noticed. Not that he wouldn't notice the red, eventually. Not that he wouldn't notice the fact that his sash was on a different part of his outfit, now. Not that he wouldn't notice the way it was knotted and tied tightly around him, bound with some of the rope he found sitting on the ground that had fallen from the curtains.
Encke pulled the knot tight and attempted to make sure it would keep him from bleeding any further.
Maybe he should go find Richard. If the door was open, maybe they could get the hell out of there--
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2018 8:43 pm
With all the chaos inside the building going on, with civilians running out into the lobby and outside, shouting, bodies hitting the ground, bodies being tripped and fallen over, and fighting taking place it would be no wonder that some magic might just....get a bit out of hand...and hit things it isn't supposed to. the problem was what magic missed it's target and what said magic actually hit.
It was some rather simple, in dress, senshi who had used their magic and it had missed...horribly so...
The senshi hadn't thought anything of it, just a missed attack, but what happened next...
It should be remembered that this theater is old and that while the outside is brick...the inside is very much made out of wood - old wood. The curtains were also old, however clean they might appear to be tonight. The theater was old over all - very old. The attack that missed didn't just miss and do nothing, nothing was ever so simple in this city.
That bit of magic hit a wooden beam up on the stage, which had previously been hidden behind some of the scenery used to give a background to the scene playing out. The beam caught, quickly, as did the knocked down fabric which had been painted on to play as the background for the scene. The fire wasn't small, and harmless, for long as it raced up the beam and ate up the fabric quickly as it sought more food - caused more damage.
Soon the fire could be smelled...and smoke filled the air in the area around the stage. This wasn't going to be put out, not easily anyway. This fire might just consume the whole theater.
(Looks like the theater might not make it to wrecking day...it might just be consumed and demolished tonight.
Time for people to either try and put the fire out, which isn't going to work as you'll all find out, or run and take whoever you can with you...maybe some passed out civilians....or an injured ally....maybe kidnap someone from the other side. You know....just escaping on your own, saving your own a**, is also an option. So many options. Ummm....also all them bodies on the ground of the dead...and the unconscious. Looks like this might be a mess...like lots of bodies and funerals coming up in the next week or two....ohhh and the news reports.
Who knows...maybe the shelter which is going to replace the theater will be "haunted" for those who believe in such things.)
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A certain someone, who loves the theater, is soon going to lose it. He might want to run out though...
Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2018 9:09 pm
Lt. Geocronite: 25/30
The theater sound levels in the theater seemed to reach plane-engine levels or whatever that level of sound was to Geo. He wasn't an expert or anything, but it had gotten too loud for him. So loud that he had tried to find a corner or something just to get away from all of it. Soon enough the door had been broken down, but it had fallen on quite a few civilians and others were still fighting each other to get out.
I don't even want to be here! He thought as he tried to cover his ears and block out the horrible images that were surrounding him. He felt himself going crazy, like he was just going to tear into everything, into everyone that got even a little in his way. He didn't care if they were innocent civilians! They were only in the way and the way they were treating each other wasn't right! If he could just drain a few to get out of here...!
That was when he smelled it. There was now smoke in the theater. He needed to get out. Now. He didn't care who was in his way, and if he needed to push others out of the way he would.
And he did. He didn't care who he was hurting, as long as he could get out of there. He couldn't even really tell what he was going, it was as though all the sound had stopped and he was hyper-aware of everything. Which meant that his adrenaline was starting to work.
Soon enough he had reached the door, and only barely took a passing glance at the Order and Negaverse who were battling it out, before running out of the building himself, and powering down as soon as he had gotten out. He had done his duty. He wouldn't take their complaints about him running out.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2018 9:40 pm
Richard Bell -- 15/15
Richard stared in horror as the wood on the stage caught fire. He hadn't seen the action that caused it beyond a sense of motion, and maybe colour, in the general vicinity, but he watched as the beam caught fire, as the flames seized the loose fabric in place for a backdrop. Being in the band pit as he was, he could see the fire leap from the beam to flammable things around it. It was moving fast, Richard realized, shaking himself out of his shock. He had to get out of there--it was close, much too close, close enough for him to start feeling the heat from the flames, and the smoke was already making him cough and choke.
Cough, and sputter, with the smoke from the pi--
He turned back towards the rest of the theater. One hand on the edge of the pit, the other up on the railing meant to keep people from falling in, he vaulted himself up onto the railing and clambered over it.
It took a second to reorient himself, especially through the thickening smoke, before Richard took off for the entrance. He had only taken a few steps, however, when he realized with a sharp sick feeling that there were still people unconscious on the ground. He glanced back over his shoulder as his steps faltered, then back to the nearest person, to the exit, then back over his shoulder.
Richard did not make a beeline for the exit as originally intended. Instead, Richard darted to the side, kneeling by the person he'd seen first. They were alive and relatively uninjured, just unconscious, from what he could tell given limited space and thoroughly divided attention. Richard was not a strongman by any means, but there was something to be said about being able to regularly lift, carry, and spin other adults, some of them his weight or more, while dancing. He rolled the person to a sit, taking care of their head, then dipped his shoulder into their midsection and staggered to his feet with them fireman-carry style over his shoulders. He held onto their arms with one hand to secure them and started back for the door.
The next person he passed, unconscious on the floor, was a child. He didn't pause this time, kneeling carefully, holding steady even though it made the muscles in his back and legs burn. Maintaining careful balance, Richard reached down with one arm and tucked the kid--all of maybe eight--under that arm. He stood again, swayed, staggered. Steadied himself.
And ran.
He hit the interior doorway, continued through the lobby, hit the exterior doorway, and staggered a bit past it to where there were more people, knelt, and rolled the adult off his shoulders as carefully as he could once the kid was also safely where there were people to look after her. He only waited to make sure there was someone there to take over before turning to run back inside.
Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2018 10:29 pm
General Arsenopyrite: 59/60
After the attack on the senshi, Arseno had gone into hiding again. He knew that if he had stayed to fight the rest of them, that he would most likely just hit his fellow agents, and had stalked around the theater to see who would be good to take. There were already so many bodies, thanks to a certain captain, but there were plenty of those who were unconscious too. It was just a matter of checking them to see who was still there and who had already passed on.
With all of the chaos going on however, Arseno didn't really noticed much of what was going on, only trying to focus on what he wanted. That is, until he saw what looked like flames and cursed to himself.
He looked around the theater to see where Benitoite was. He finally found the other General, and quickly teleported himself to the other. He took a moment to breath before addressing his friend. "Benitoite, we need to get out of here. I'll be taking a couple of people myself, but before I go I was wondering if you needed anything from me?" Might as well ask. Though he was sure that the order to evacuate would come at any moment now.
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Sailor Pavo: 9/30 HP
The door fell inward, atop Pavo and other civilians. Then came the flood of beleaguered citizens pouring out into the lobby, into the smoke, into the distant lights at the end of the theatre. Some of the civilians trapped beneath the door were crushed nearly to death — Pavo watched bones bend at angles that chilled her blood as person after person tramped over them. There were screams, begs for help, and half-spoken instructions swirling all about her like a dismal fog. She felt ever more pressure on her trapped leg.
Finally the flood of people slowed to a trickle; she began wrenching her leg out from under the heavy door, surprised at the ease by which she could do so when no one was standing on it. Soon her knee wrenched free — undoubtedly bruised, but unbroken due to her location off to the side — and then part of her shin, then the swell of her calf, then her ankle, then finally the whole of her foot. Nothing felt broken. Nothing looked broken.
But when she stood, when she put weight on her formerly trapped leg, she fell straight toward the wall. Catching herself, she tested her weight again. As she leaned back on the heel, she felt a little faint — a brief lightheadedness that followed her whenever she turned her head. Something happened, something wasn't adding up in her mind, but she knew she needed to leave first. She needed to retreat to the outdoors where ambulances sung in the hot air. Something happened to her leg but she still needed to use it. It was, she figured, just bruised muscle. Every other step was met with pain, but that was normal.
Out past the tangle in the lobby she went, past the beaten bloody senshi and worn down agents and overtaxed knights. She stumbled about toward the exit until the glaring red light became her beacon, and once she passed under it, she knew she was free. Free to go home and lay in a hot bath. Free to resume her life.
But her ankle started to hurt, and as she looked at it, she realized it wasn't the ankle she recognized. Her trip home was now detoured to the hospital.
Alhambra was not one who took direct orders easily, most especially when his impulse was to shove Cybele out of the way and distract the Negas so she and the other girls could make a getaway themselves. But then he smelled fire beginning to brew, and while he was a reckless man, he wasn't stupid. It was instinctual, really, once he heard her scream in pain.
Thankful for the speed boost, the page was at her side in seconds, attempting to smother the fire with his head wrap, fiery hair appropriately wild when loose. "Nope!" His usual cheer had an edge to it. It didn't seem like the this fire wanted to go out, and the (hopefully) non-magical one was starting to brew. He grabbed the sailor's arm and began to tug her back. "We need to clear the place, now, Ms. Kickass. Help me get some people out and I'll treat you to dinner, how's that sound?"
That would have been a terrible question to ask Loreley even before the contents of The Autumn burst open. As it was, the sea of people now flowing out in a panic, in varying states of confusion and pain and fear, only heightened her anxiety. She watched as some brave souls even went back in to collect more of the injured. Why weren't the police here yet? The ambulances? Did the Negas stop them, too? Why were they doing this just to get some energy...?
One such civilian dropped a child near some adults, and she fixated to force herself to move. "Just, tell me what to do, I-I'll follow," she told the woman, glad that at least for now she wasn't hostile. Hopefully none of the other combatants would care to linger as well.
