[BOSS FIGHT] We Don't Say German in America (Bieber - ORP)

[Silent Spy]

Justin Bieber was proud of himself. He knew that he performed a kick a** show, probably his best show yet. His voice only cracked like, six times at that prom. And he totally knew the crowed loved him. Why wouldn't they? He was the s**t. He knew for solid fact that every time he looked at a girl at the prom, he made that girl's ******** night. No, more than that. Just like his tweets, he was inspiring and can influence someone's entire life. He had that magical effect on people. He was Justin goddamn Bieber, teen pop sensation.

There some haters, of course. Someone had even thrown a shoe at him on stage during the prom! It was probably that one guy. That Anonymous person. That Anonymous guy is so mean over the internet, he voted like a thousand times just for his next tour destination to be in North Korea. What a jackass. But at least that's just one hater who clearly doesn't understand his talent or influence. Those hurtful comments on the internet made him feel so misunderstood, like the Kurt Cobain of this generation. Only better, of course.

He had just left the Destiny City Prom knowing he made an impact in the world, and couldn't feel much prouder. Maybe he can reward himself with something awesome and modest, to feel like a normal kid for once. Maybe a bag of Sour Patch Kids, or a trip to the White House to shoot hoops with Barack. Ugh, but his mom wouldn't let him do that, she's such a fun-killer.

"Damn it," he groaned, remembering about the rest of his tour kicking off tomorrow. They were going to Libya, because he heard there have been a lot of block parties there...or maybe it was protests? Something like that. He felt that if he toured there, he could change the whole situation. Whatever that situation was.

"Oh, crap," he looked around. He had been wandering away from the school, and away from his security fleet. He was now alone in the vast streets of Destiny City. "Hello? Is anyone here?"  

[Orestae]

There were a great many things that Tanzanite did not like. Of all of them (including sunshine, rainbows, puppies, and heart-shaped sprinkles), number one at that moment was being forced to bail on something as simple as Prom because her skin began to turn black and flake off. Not five blocks from the extravagant event, the General-Queen all but exploded out of the human skin which, by then, looked like little more than a poorly sewn together rag doll. Her joints were splitting open, horns already beginning to carve their way through her carefully curled hair. No longer being human, Tanzanite found Aree Cadence to be quickly exhausting.

Before long her chest ached and her bones hurt, as though her body were being compressed. By the time Claudia had helped her to a safe distance, she could barely breath. Once the threat of emerging into a room full of potential senshi was eliminated, the transformation came as a sudden and violent outburst. Pale pink skin sloughed off as spines and scales and feathers emerged from beneath.

It was, to say the least, kind of gross.

The expensive heels of her Jimmy Choo's had been replaced by the living spikes of her own two feet, though they click, click, clicked against the sidewalk just the same. Marthozite's voice echoed in her head. Snide comment or sage advice. Always one or the other. As always, the dearly departed General-King was not a fan of middle grounds.

“Oh, shutup,” Tanzanite murmured as she shook her head, clicking her tongue as thought scolding someone. “I don't care how women behaved in Africa.”

Snide comment, then.

Visibly agitated, the Youma Queen paused suddenly. A hand reached out to stop Claudia, like a mother who had slammed on the brakes. Her head tilted, and that familiar voice came echoing through the streets. The same voice that had set Aree's teeth on edge for the better part of the evening. A rare, genuine grin washed over Tanzanite's face, and she reached out with her human hand to take hold of her companions.

“Ready for a happy ending to your fairytale Prom night?”

No, she was not talking about getting his autograph.  

[Marsh the Sex Panda]

Claudia had, surprisingly, had a great time at Prom. When she had first heard about the event she wasn't even going to go, but then she had gathered enough courage to ask Tanzanite to go with her. She had thought the Youma Queen might want to have something to fun to do after being taken prisoner. Also, the bluenette had wanted to spend more time with Arm. At first it had been a bit awkward, but after getting their picture taken the two had browsed the buffet table, though most of Claudia's food was discreetly pressed into Aree's hand and she'd giggle as she felt Arm's tongue reach through the woman's palm to wrap around the food it was offered. The two had even made their way onto the dance floor, Claudia's lack of dance moves showing during a fast song, and then when the tempo slowed the two had awkwardly slow danced, Claudia's arms around Aree's neck, and the violet haired woman's arms around her waist. It was as they were dancing that the Lieutenant could feel Tanzanite's youma wings shifting restlessly under her fingers and the skin that hid them. She had done the only thing she could think of which was to lean up on her tip toes and stroke Aree's shoulder blades in a calming manner, and sure enough the wings settled down hopefully before anyone noticed.

It was naught twenty minutes later that Aree's skin began to blacken and flake. Claudia didn't fool herself into thinking no one would notice and she quickly smuggled the Youma Queen out of the ballroom so nobody saw her humanness deteriorating.

When they were far enough away that it was safe Claudia stepped back feeling that Tanzanite was ready to explode, and explode she did. Violet eyes widened as she watched the General Queen emerge from her human shell. When the shock had worn off she quickly followed suit, though it was in a less flashy way. One moment she was Claudia Jensen, and the next she was Lieutenant Zanazziite. Taking a step towards Tanzanite she reached up plucking a piece of what used to be Aree's face (it was her cheek and half of her lips) from a spine on her arm tossing it away.

Quickly she hurried after her superior curious as to what they were doing now, but she didn't want to question Tanzanite. She was sure she would be included in the plan soon enough. When the General Queen did speak Zan looked up, but realized that it wasn't her she was speaking too, or at least she didn't think it was. She hadn't said anything about Africa after all.

Since she was looking up she didn't see her hand until she had ran into it. She stopped as quickly as she could, looking around. Why were they stopping? She listened as well, and caught the sound of a voice. Oh, that was why. Glancing up and seeing Tanzanite's grin Zan couldn't help but grin as well. Seeing the Youma Queen happy was a novel thing. She held hands with her easily (after all the physical contact she'd had at Prom she was getting used to it), her words making her eyes light up. Happy ending? She wasn't sure what that entailed, but it sounded fun.

"Definitely" Her grin widened, willing to follow Tanzanite anywhere.  

[Silent Spy]

The teenage pop star's head turned to the sound of soft chatter. Was that his security guard? Or at least his mom? He really wanted his mommy right now. He hurried towards the figures, but the closer he got the stranger they became. One of them, particularly, was unlike any woman he had seen. She had the most unusual arm - one that stuck out even more than Kim Kardashian's a**!

"Whoa," he gasped. "Your arm is all weird and gross and stuff. Did anyone ever tell you that? Is that even real?"

For a moment, he considered that it was all fake. He had heard a rumor that Punk'd was coming back - was he being Punk'd? Figuring he had cameras watching (and why wouldn't they), he approached the arm and poked it playfully. He figured if he "acted" the part of an idiot, it would at least make for more entertaining TV. However, as soon as he poked the arm he realized how real it was.

"Aw, what the hell," he took a step back, grossed out. Another realization penetrated his bowlhair cut and made its way to his brain: perhaps these women weren't safe company. No longer feeling invincible for his first time in years, he did the one thing he thought could save him from this mess.

He called for his mommy.

"MOOOOOOOOOM!"  

[Orestae]

As Beryl had once reminded her, subtlety was something Tanzanite could use a lesson in. Unfortunately, the Negaverse's beloved ruler (and her stunning manicure) no longer had the authority to forcefully instill lessons in her. And seeing as Metallia had yet to come out of her chamber with her Whoopin' Paddle to tell the newest General-Queen to stop letting people blow up buildings, Tanzanite could only assume she didn't care. After all, the General-Queen highly doubted that the all powerful being who had brought her back from the dead gave a s**t about how many Youtube views somebody had.

Thus, subtlety was thrown out the window, and Tanzanite all but dragged Zanazziite behind her. One might have found it absurd that she was surprised by the level of stupidity displayed. However, Tanzanite lived in Negaspace. As it turned out, a hundred miles below the Earth's surface was apparently not within their service area. Suffice to say, she was not up to date on the latest and greatest Youtube sensations.

Meme?

That just sounded like Beryl's native language.

Happy Tree Friends?

That was just what she called that alien she ate as a Captain.

Tron Guy?

Linarite as a man.

All of these definitions made infinitely more sense than their Internet counterparts, and so Tanzanite felt not the slightest trace of guilt as her hand lashed out to take the boy by the throat. His high-pitched whine cut off in a sharp gurgle, and Tanzanite turned her gaze on Zanazziite. In her eyes there was a strange joy. Apparently childlike wonder was induced by the impending doom of a sixteen year old pop icon. Evil though many thought the Negaverse to be... could anyone really blame them?

"Do you have any idea," she glared at the boy and spoke in an exhasperated tone, as though she had been holding in the words like a breath all night, and was finally able to exhale, "how many times tonight I have wanted to literally chew your face off? Twenty-six. I counted them. No, I counted them. You sat there and talked about zebras for a ******** hour."

Marthozite laughed in her head.*

Her human hand slipped into the boy's chest, “Follow my lead. You can't do this alone yet, but you can feel how it works. Consider it... a Prom favor.”


*(Spoiler: There is no Marthozite. b***h be trippin'.)  

[Marsh the Sex Panda]

Zanazziite had to run to keep up with Tanzanite, the taller woman's legs much longer than her own. She managed to not trip though and when they stopped she was breathless, but giddy. Whatever they were going to do was exciting, well really doing anything with the Youma Queen was exciting.

Violet eyes landed on Justin Bieber and she watched without flinching as Tanzanite grabbed him around the neck. She usually wasn't one for mindless violence, but somehow doing it with someone else made it fun. Looking up into the Youma Queen's eyes the joy was obvious. Zanazziite made a note, the best way to cheer up Tanzanite was to bring her an annoying pop star to torture.

She was quiet as the violet haired woman talked, she personally hadn't thought that he was that bad, but she wasn't going to argue with the Youma Queen. She nodded along with her words, but her head stopped as she watched Tanzanite's hand slip into his chest. She had a feeling that she wasn't just going to rip out his starseed.

When she gave her directions Zan quickly complied. "Okay!" She realized she was getting to do something that not everyone got to and she was smiling as her gloved hand reached into his chest, wrapping around Tanzanite's. She could feel the pulse of his starseed through their hands and she wondered what was going to happen next.  

[Orestae]

For a moment like thiiiis, some people wait a liiifetime.

For a moment like thii-

“Would you shut the hell up, you sound like a cat in a blender,” Tanzanite mumbled beneath her breath, tightening her grip. There was really no way to describe the feeling that would go through the unfortunate teenager's body. Some of the senshi had felt it before, and every Negaverse agent underwent trial by fire every time they were promoted. To even have ones starseed handled was uncomfortable and violating in the most extreme way, but to have it gripped tightly was agony.

And nobody in the Negaverse had a stronger grip than hers.

Zanzziite would be able to feel for that moment the kind of power that she might someday wield. It was a rare experience, one she had felt as a Captain under Charonite's guidance. The single act of feeling Vivianite's corruption had been a life changing one. It had shown her what was possible. She hadn't known of Metallia back then. None of them had. But through Charonite's power. Tanzanite had felt her. Now, that connection was direct. It took only a thought to call upon that deep well of energy, to force it into the starseed until energy crackled around them in a wide sphere.

In cafes and shops nearby, customers began to sway where they stood. Like a pale fire in the air, the energy from within half a mile drew in around her in a wide arc. Weaker civilians fell to their knees, the elderly and frail the first to fall. Even healthy men and women stumbled to their knees as their energy was pulled away, gathering around them in a crackling, sizzling dome.

A large, attention grabbing dome with a very recognizable energy signature. It was that same black hole, the nothingness that was particular to the half-youma. It shone like a beacon, as though to call anyone brave enough to answer the call. No human could know the pain that came with becoming a youma, but Zanazziite would get a glimpse in that moment. Tanzanite went far beyond what Charonite had done to convert the unawakened senshi. The energy burned his starseed out like a dying star, until it cracked and hissed and compressed beneath the power like coal into a diamond.

Within moments, the boy had twisted and changed. His once tiny frame grew to several times that of a grown man, his figure becoming hunched. Spikes grew from his vertebrae and formed a ridge down his back, ending in a tail that lashed out with razor sharp spines.

The creature gave a screech which, unsurprisingly, was vastly preferable to his singing.

 

[Silent Spy]

Justin Bieber is no more.
And now there is one more lonely girl.

JUSTIN BIEBER BOSS BATTLE

Justin Bieber has been transformed into a powerful youma and has begun to rampage through the street of Destiny City. However, in this state, he is not recognizable as his former human self. He may vaguely remind you of Justin Bieber, but like all other glamour effects, you would not be able to make the connection that this youma is in fact the Biebs.

SENSHI:
Senshi should target the Biebs and fighting those who seek to protect it.

NEGAVERSE:
The Negaverse should protect the Biebs and fight those who seek to attack it.

For right now, this is an OPEN BATTLE meaning it is a free-for-all. All are welcome to join!

The Biebs has ??? HP at this time. During this phase of the battle, assume your attacks on the youma are largely ineffective. Another round will be posted with clearer instructions on how to defeat/protect Bieber.

Have fun, and happy Bieber hunting!

 

[LadyNozomi]

Adira's impromptu appearance at the prom and quick make up with Bo had been a doozy of a night. It had mostly left her head spinning, and she needed air. Slipping away from the last remnants of prom night dancing, the white taffeta of her gown dragging along the concrete. It would probably have to be sent to the cleaners after everything was said and done, since the bottom was already beginning to show signs of dirt.

She wasn't more than a block or two from the venue when the telltale screams that usually were associated with a youma cut through the night. Adira hesitated as she moved to slip away and transform. The last battle that she had interfered in had gone absolutely terribly, and she'd ended up feeling useless for weeks afterwards. Did she really want to tempt that again now that she was finally getting some of her moxy back?

The sound of another crash moved her muscles without much conscious thought, and before she was really even away Sailor Perseus stood where Adira Perses had been a second before. It was instinct to transform at the sign of trouble, and now that her power signature was present there was little that she could do other than assess the situation.

Heels clicked softly as she approached the scene, a strange youma prowling the Destiny streets. She'd run into some weird youma in her time, but this ranked top three easily. It wasn't often you saw something that ugly that still managed to have a mop of shiny hair that seemed to be all the craze among young preppy boys.

For the moment Perseus decided to stick to long range attacks. Climbing a fire ladder, the sailor perched herself on the roof. Bending off a piece of piping, she chucked it the youma below.  

[The Red Dame]

Prom had been fun. Although the choice in music had been questionable, the food and company had been great. Rosa was particularly proud of the fact that she had been able to spend the whole night in heels without breaking her ankle or walking like Frankenstein; a benefit to the whole Senshi-business.

Of course, Destiny City being what it was, the night could not be a simple, joyous affair. No, no, no; what sort of special event would prom night be without some sort of epic battle? Rosa had hoped that prom would be an exception, but when she felt first one, then two dark, powerful energy signals flair up, she knew that was not to be the case.

Well, damn.

Jogging toward the energy signals, Rosa transformed in a conveniently located port-a-potty. Pomona stopped to pull one droopy child’s face out of his pizza so he wouldn’t die a cheesy (har har) death, ignoring the fact that both his parents had slid to the sidewalk to seemingly take impromptu naps. After all, she was a Senshi, not a sleep therapist.

As she got closer to the sources of energy, Pomona slowed down, stopping before she reached the corner. She hadn’t bothered to think about what, exactly, she’d do. Well, no, she had grabbed some stuff off the boy’s table back at the pizza parlor, so she had ammunition. So, a plan:

1.) Stop/hurt/kill enemy.
2.) Don’t get killed.

Back-up Plan: Run away.

Good plan. It had worked before. Well, it had resulted in Pomona not taking a trip to the hospital; that counted for something, right? Right.

Pomona stepped around the corner, took in the scene, managed not to wet herself at the sight of the General Queen, and charged forward, throwing a glass shaker of parmesan cheese at the strangely familiar youma. The youma kinda made her think of Justin Bieber, which would explain a lot actually, but-

Wait. Waaaiiiit.

“ Prom night cannot be interrupted by a pop-brat youma look-alike! There’s got to be a rule against that somewhere!”

Bieber had been turned into a youma, or he had been a youma all along. Heck, maybe the Negaverse thought Bieber was scary and just made a youma that looked like him; didn't matter, the sentiment stood.  

[amicableAggressor]

The feeling of the dark energy had washed over her, and made Bebe gasp in surprise. Of course, she knew that as a starter, she wouldn't have seen much, but ... daisy! That was a lot of power. Gabbling excuses, she had booked it for the nearest exit, and in a moment Sugilite was rushing towards the focus of the power.

The screeches echoing around the dark city made her wince, first the grating prom musical lineup, and now this. Really it was just too much to expect a sensitive lady to bear, and she was starting to feel downright cranky! However, it seemed as though she wouldn't be allowed the pleasure of killing it off, since it was one of those .... beast-things from her side. Apparently.

As she approached the howling creature, Sugilite slowed down and dropped back. Already those laughable sailors in their ridiculous bathing suits had shown up, and were beginning to surround the creature. Well, she supposed that it was her job to stop it's destruction. But rushing into battle against them? She held back, wavering. It was after all her first contact with a senshi, and the last thing she wanted was to get trounced by their frilly hides defending that howling monstrocity. Then again ... there appeared to be other negaverse agents on the scene, so hanging back at a moment like this might get her in hot water. Stepping foreward, she considered her options involving violent altercations.

Firstly, she had a small metal spinning toy. Secondly, she had considerable yet completely untrained brute strength. Neither one was favorable, so hanging back, Sugilite began to search around for something else to add to her arsenal.  

[Eight]

With prom winding down Tabitha had been on her way home, chattering away excitedly at her grandfather as he drove. He did the usual 'smile and nod' routine most men gave, but she paid it no mind and just continued on and on...and on...and on and on...and on. She hadn't thought anything strange until she felt it, the strongest negative energy signal she had ever felt before; it was like a hard punch to the gut and it made her shake all over, hugging herself as she turned her head to stare back toward the hotel she had just left only five minutes ago. It was coming from the hotel? Prom?! Oh no! Were there still people there?! "Hey, Grandpa? I think I forgot my--Grandpa?!" They had been stopped at a red light when she turned back to him to watch slump forward and bang his head against the steering wheel. It was like the life had been sucked out of him, even the car started to move again from his foot relaxing off the brake. She gasped, reaching down to pull up the emergency brake. This was an emergency! It was meant for that! "Grandpa? Grandpa?! Wake up!" She shook his shoulders and grunted as she struggled to get the man sitting up again, leaning forward to press her eat against his chest. Please still be beating! Please oh please! Oh, good. It was. She sighed with relief and sat back against the passenger side door, a hand pressed over her eyes while she allowed herself to try relaxing from that scare. Something had done that, something or someone.

Andromeda reached into her purse for her henshin pen. Of course she carried it everywhere. Didn't everyone? She left a kiss to her grandfather's temple and climbed out of the car, locking the doors so no one would just climb in and steal the car or anything in it. She then ran off into a nearby alley, returning as Sailor Andromeda. As she left the alley she heard the screeching roar of--was that Justin Bieber?! She stopped dead in her tracks and just stared, jaw dropped and green eyes wide. It was! That was totally Justin Bieber!

"What did you DO to him?!" She cried, not because she was a particularly huge fan but...what the heck did they do to him?! He was just some boy who got lucky for his generic songs and voice and persona! Did he really deserve..this?! There were suddenly bits of metal falling from the sky and Andromeda squeaked, moving out of the way of a few stray pieces that bounced off the youma. But he was a youma now! That meant they had to..destroy him, right? No! They could save him! He was turned into a youma but they could still save him and turn him back to the annoying boy he once was, right? Andromeda looked up at the girl on the roof and then the other girl coming around the corner. More senshi! This was great! They could work together to save Justin Bieber! Andromeda hopped up onto the fire ladder and carefully climbed up it to get to where the super senshi was throwing things at the youma.

"Hi! I'm Andromeda!" Yes, this is totally the time for introductions. The middle of battle. It seemed she remembered where they were after giving her introduction, biting down on her lip and watching from their little vantage point as another girl appeared. She wasn't a senshi like them...and that woman with the wings! She was terrifying! Who was she?! Andromeda swallowed hard and looked down at her hands. Should she use her power? No, not yet. For now she'd have to resort to using whatever they could find on this roof. "Hey look!" Andromeda hopped over a few metal pipes to pick up an old rusty television antenna that clearly wasn't being used for anything anymore, hurrying back over with the proudest face ever. Andromeda then propped one foot up on the lip off the roof to brace herself, holding the antenna like a spear and chucking it at the youma. She was Captain Ahab, and The Biebs was her Moby d**k. And this antenna was her harpoon.

Whether or not it worked out as well in her head as it did in life was up to debate.  

[Iris_virus]

Prom had been a FUN new experience for the brazilian girl. The music, the liveliness, the sights, the company, even the ever so slight 'wahoooooo' buzz that had settled in her head. She wasn't drunk, she'd only had a two glasses of punch over the night, but a distinct buzz there certainly was.

Perhaps that was why she hadn't questioned it when the large surge of dark energy caught her attention. She forgot about her date (though truth be told he'd probably come too, wouldn't he?), disregarded the fact that she might tear her dress which would end up with a very unhappy conversation when she got home, and picking up the edges of her dress Aitana began to run through the streets.

When she was finally near enough to hear a clearly youma-esque roar she finally changed, her dress disappearing in exchange for a loincloth decor-ed fuku.

Punch s**t and ask questions later!! That was her motto as Sailor Juno pounded the pavement towards the Beibs beast, throwing all her weight into her arm as she attempted to punch him, Xena-esque warrior cry cutting through the air.  

[Nuxaz]

Fiona had attended prom in style, in a gorgeous dress and having gone stag. She hadn't regretted a thing about it, even if she more or less disagreed with the artist choice of having Justin Bieber preform. Either way she was in a pleasant mood when she left the party, that was until she was practically cast aside by a rampaging youma.

It had bulldozed past her, throwing her aside like a rag doll into nearby garbage cans and stepping on the trailing back of her dress tearing it. She nearly let out a screech when she saw that the beast had ruined her pretty gown; though she did turn an interesting shade of red as she tried to hold in her anger.

She slowly picked herself up off the ground, a scowl marring her pretty features as she turned on her heel to face the direction the youma had run off to. Taking in a quick sweep of the area she henshied up and let out a squeak of surprise at just how much energy the monster was giving off. Panic swelled in her chest as she bolted off after it, desperate to keep it from doing too much damage to anyone else.

It wasn't until she had gained on him that she even notice the vague resemblance between the creature and the younger singer that had been at the dance. Still she brushed it off as she grabbed the nearest object, a trash can lid, and hurled it at him. She didn't care about the damage it inflicted, instead she just wanted to distract it.  

[LP]

Azzo had expected something to go wrong. Eventually when the party was over he ended up parting ways from his dancing partner bidding her good night and had headed away from the prom into a secluded area.

Once he melted back into Niflhel, he paused. Something wasn't right, his eyes scanned the area and stopped when he felt a chilling sensation of dark energy. Yup, something wasn't right. He took the roof tops running along them until he came to the source. "Oh..." He sounded disappointed as he stood there leaning over.

His brow lofted at the once-pop star now gone youma before sitting down on the ledge of the roof. I think I'll watch this till they need help... He wanted to see how the senshi handled it mainly. However, if Aurora showed up he'd probably be down there in a heart beat to make sure she didn't get hurt. He saw different senshi show up from all over, taking note of Juno, and the few on the roof across the street throwing things; and one down on the street that just threw a trashcan lid.

Niflhel didn't look impressed, he also noticed the negaverse standing there watching. "Hm... so if that's the popstar...." He frowned, yeah this one was going to be a tough one for him, he didn't like the kid but he also technically didn't want to see the kid get hurt. "Then again the negaverse probably figured out how to clone him..." There was a pause in that sentence and he frowned again. "Just what we needed, multiplies of that kid.