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 Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 9:29 pm
Participants: Tsui, Varuna, Sutai, Peresephone, Ganymede, Athene, Pravoski, Pasiphae, Cybele, Buyan
~*~
On the third day of Christmas, my good friend gave to me…
It was almost Christmas time and Pomona was patrolling a park. Not the central park. Just thinking of the central park made her inner survival instinct shriek. No, Pomona was patrolling a small neighborhood park; more of a playground, really. It had a slide and a jungle gym and a surprisingly large assortment of Christmas decorations. It was…nice.
Three French hens, two turtle doves…
Well, it was cold. It was really cold, and since she still wasn’t on the top of her game after her debacle she’d said the heck with it and bought a large coat from the Goodwill to wear over her stupid uniform. Booty skirts were all well and fine in a hot house – her planet qualified there – but they were damn stupid in a place where it actually snowed. So instead she had a cheap, too-large snot-green trench coat, collar turned up against the wind… and against the eyes!
… and a youma in a Christmas tree.
Ever since she entered the little playground-park, she had been able to feel eyes on her. She studiously kept her eyes on the ground though, slowly threading closer to where she felt the Chaos signature coming from, certain a youma had holed up in the Christmas tree.
“ Boo!”
She shouted, jerking in the tree’s direction.
Nothing.
Tree didn’t so much as twitch.
Scratching her head, Pomona squinted at the tree, then froze as an idea struck her. Ever so slowly, she turned her head to peek over her shoulder, and found what seemed to be all the decorations in the park suddenly much closer to her.
“ Aw HELL no!”
No. Just, no. She was not going to try to take on an army of goddamn Christmas youmas on her own. In a flash she had out her Senshi phone and, longing for a panic button, started dialing random numbers.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 12:12 pm
Persephone was not really all that big on fighting. Fighting was scary and bad and no thank you, sir, she would rather just chat with people. But she couldn't ignore her aura senses telling her that there was one Order source, a bit stronger than her but not by a lot, surrounded by a large number of Chaos sources. Individually they were weak, but what kind of magical girl defender of goondess and light and justice would she be if she left an ally to the mercies of a swarm of opponents?
So she changed her direction, hurrying for the park, her eyes slightly wide. She hadn't gotten into a real fight before this. She had yet to make the jump that she could warm herself up by putting a jacket on over her fuku, so she was chilled, but using the physical activity to warm herself up.
She found her way to the other Senshi. "Need some help?" She asked, looking around.
Oh good God, were those animated Christmas decorations? Now that was just low, making monsters out of things meant to bring people joy and brighten places up for the holiday season. She was pretty sure she saw several plastic reindeer moving closer in a thoroughly menacing way.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 12:38 pm
It was no lie when someone said that there was no rest for the wicked, and it seemed that even the joyous holiday of Christmas would not be spared. The Senshi of Tigers, Eternal Sailor Tsui, had at least got halfway to her destination before she felt the tingling sensation of Chaos aura, and reluctantly, she hid her little gift box in a dumpster and transformed, and no sooner did she suit up did she see the source of trouble in the park.
Christmas decorations, little lights of various festive colors and shapes and designs, all moving and shifting around, and Tsui gave a low groan, resisting the urge to slam of palm on her forehead, in fear of injuring herself with her own Senshi upgrade. She didn't want to believe what she was seeing, but really, should she have been surprised?
No, the Senshi of Tigers wasn't going to question the logic or reason behind these brightly colored youma. That simply wasn't in her style. No, her style was to run into the fray, claws out and fangs bared, so to speak, and she thought little of the consequences as she slammed her curled fist into the first decoration she could see, a scuttling Frosty the Snowman. It was then that her Senshi phone started to ring, but Tsui ignored it. She had felt two Order-aligned auras spring up as well- no doubt that was one of them calling for an assist, and the Tiger was going to give them one hell of an assist!
The moment her fist collided with the Frosty head, she kind of regretted the action, feeling little bits of glass and holly stinging at her knuckles but doing nothing to stop her assault. There were so many puns that the Tiger senshi could throw out, and yet, not a single one immediately came to mind. No, she was in the middle of a fight; words and logic could come later! She was so into the fight that she couldn't see either Pomona nor Persephone in the short distance- not that it would have stopped her fight in the least, anyway. If anything, it would have made her fight even harder!
((Oh, oh, I am sooooo jumping in on this))
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 8:25 pm
CAT! He's a kitty cat, and he RUN RUN RUN OMFG RUNNNNNNN~!
Pravoski had chosen this evening to take a walk top-side and just so happened to be coming through after gorging himself at McDonalds. It was a time poorly chosen as the guardian cat was being chased by one of the christmas youma.
Kitty with a full belly trying to run - oooh, he was going to be so sick~ BLURG!
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 8:34 pm
Buyan had not been awake for long... well maybe a month or so if that.... and maybe she hadn't actually been doing anything but avoiding the fact that she was some super powered magical being....
She also never fathomed that Christmas decorations would come alive, and try to attack her. "AHHHHHH~~~" Buyan made a mental note while running away from the plastic Santa Clause now a monster; that heels were not her favorite thing for running away from something in.
All she wanted was a nice cup of hot coffee from that little cafe` and to write a few pages before sitting on a park bench for a few hours watching the moon and stars.... Apparently, something else had bigger plans for her. "OH GOD, SOMEONE HELP." She was totally not much of a fighter, actually the only thing she managed to ever fight were mice with a broom. Or maybe that one time she used the frying pan when she thought someone was trying to break in her apartment but that didn't mean she knew how to fight....
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 10:09 pm
Super Sailor Pasiphae did not hesitate at all when she recieved the message on her cell phone. It had been easy enough to slip away from her parents at the large holiday party they had been attending. Even when she powered up, however, she had some distance to cover, making her somewhat late to the battlefield. The Shame Senshi had seen several battles in her time, but this one was certainly one of the strangest. Living, Christmas ornament youma? It was a sick perversion, but that was what the forces of Chaos specialized in. She landed with a crunch on some discarded (but non-youma) spherical Christmas ornaments and began to assess to see where she would be the most use.
She recognized a familiar face in Tsui, but before she had an opportunity to approach the Tiger Senshi (or comment on her new wings!), another sound drew her attention more. A page was calling for an assist, and the Super Senshi immediately responded by summoning her power and throwing a maroon shield around her ally, "Pasiphae Social Pariah*!"
That was when a flying, angel-themed youma launched itself into her thick, black hair. With a scream, the beaded Senshi grabbed it and desperately tried to get it to let go!
*A more powerful version of Shameful Isolation, Social Pariah allows the energy shield to exist for a longer period of time, anywhere from 30 seconds to 45 seconds depending on the amount and intensity of attacks absorbed. The energy shield can now activate around one ally; if Sailor Pasiphae chooses to do this, she cannot shield herself. Whoever Sailor Pasiphae shields will find their mobility restricted and unable to attack as long as the shield lasts.
In addition to shielding Sailor Pasiphae or one companion, whenever the weapon/her attacker comes into physical contact with her shield, it induces a deep sensation of shame which can actively affect the enemy for as long as the shield lasts.
NOTE: How each opponent experiences this shame differs based on their personality. For example, a proud warrior might feel shame at attacking a purely defensive opponent, whereas a chivalrous guy might feel shame for attacking a girl.
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 2:03 pm
Fleur wasn’t really the type to skip her senshi duties, but she had been babysitting and was just walking back home right away, mom’s orders. She really wasn’t the type to directly ignore her mother’s demands, but when she heard the sounds of a big fight and had been guilt tripping about missing so much senshi stuff over the summer, she couldn’t just walk by as if nothing was happening. She was just going to have to help out and face the consequences. She powered up as she ran towards the fray.
It was Christmas gone wrong, and in the worst place possible. What if some little kids had been playing there? “This is awful…” Cybele murmured, trying to assess the situation before doing anything. All the decorations were… alive? Youma, probably. Tsui was there, but she looked different… And a lot of other senshi.
Of course, just at that moment, something hit her in the back, hard. She turned and punched at whatever it was- a nutcracker youma. Two smaller ones were behind it. Her punch knocked the thing off balance comically, but it was back up in a few seconds. At least it didn’t seem particularly fast. She backed up slowly, heading towards the middle of the playground, trying to recover from the punch. And that was just its arms. She wondered what its gnashing teeth could do…
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 2:43 pm
I can has play times, yes? ;A;
“Sweet baby Jesus,” Eternal Sailor Ganymede mumbled as he arrived on the scene.
And that wasn’t just a randomly uttered swear or ironic comment. He was pretty sure he’d just set his eyes on a youma fashioned out of the baby Jesus from someone’s unfortunate nativity scene.
“Hark, the herald youma si~ing,” he sing-songed, not truly singing but not quite speaking in a normal tone either.
Under different circumstances this might actually seem really wrong and really sick. He wasn’t usually the type to cave to the season and look for peace and joy and good-will for all, but this was the second year in a row something good had happened to him around Christmas time, and so he was actually beginning to sort of like it. Having all those good feelings disrupted by a bunch of youma should have been annoying. In just a day or two he’d be heading out of here for some much needed rest and relaxation, and Chaos had the nerve to disrupt his peace and harmony with something like this?
Totally uncool.
Instead of being annoyed, however, he was actually sort of amused.
This likely had something to do with being faced with a feral baby Jesus whose expression now looked more comical than placid.
He was so going to hell.
“… Glory to some crazy Queen, Peace on Earth and mercy mild, Unlikely with life so wild, Joyful all ye senshi rise, Kick the youma in its eyes…”
It was the shrieking and screaming that actually clued him in to the fact that this was a little more than just another joke. He could feel other energies around him, the collection of youma as well as the order-aligned signatures that had come along to help. With a quick glance away from youma baby Jesus, who just kind of sat there drooling at him, Ganymede noted a few other familiar figures in the vicinity, plus more he couldn’t remember seeing in his life.
Popping out of the woodwork, these senshi were.
“Hey, girl, hey! Need a hand?” Ganymede asked, making his way toward Pasiphae with the intention of untangling the angel youma from her hair, provided baby Jesus didn’t suddenly launch itself at him first.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 3:13 pm
Wait...did that youma..have.... tassel?
Pravoski was now under a park bench hiding from the christmas youma when one in particular passing by caught his attention. Of course, he was a cat, and this one was nothing but a big floating ornament ball with tassel dangling from it.
He gave chase, pupils dilated with joy. TASSEL OMG!
Any danger or the fact that these were even youma totally left the cat's mind. Until he bumped in to a certain senshi's leg (Pomona) full-run as the giant ball-tassel youma sped by.
The guardian cat fell back on his little fluffy behind and rubbed his head.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 3:14 pm
Having never received an emergency senshi alert before, Sailor Varuna was quite startled and wondered if things like this happened often. She was still rather new to this whole senshi business, but if there was really such a need for them, then why weren't they going to the city officials and helping out that way?
Oh right, because people thought they were terrorists, and everyone knew what happened when human fear was mixed with faulty information.
Regardless, the young woman with the plum purple eyes and long, pale blonde hair made her way to the scene. The energy was overwhelming. Not only were there dozens of chaotic energy signals around, but several purer energies of varying power levels. She felt very weak and inept when comparing her own experiences with those like Kallichore.
But there were better times to worry about her lack of skill, because there was a small creature approaching her from the group of what must have been youma. They had to be youma, she knew... she'd already fought a few and they all had similar energies... She may be new at this, but she could tell a youma from a normal creature...
But... a small, fuzzy squirrel holding onto a pinecone made several jumps closer to her, and Varuna stared at it in awe. She wasn't usually very good with animals aside from horses, but this little creature couldn't be all that bad? It looked so sweet and innocent... Maybe all youma weren't bad. Maybe some were just misunderstood and she should give them a chance, just like she should give some people a chance...
Until it lunged for her suddenly! She shrieked and jumped up and down on the spot, trying to shake the tiny youma free, all the while hoping it wouldn't, like... go for her eyes or anything drastic like that!
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 3:29 pm
“Wow” for a moment Athene couldn’t help it – he just stared. The dark-haired senshi wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting when his senshi phone had pinged about 15 minutes into him powering up with an incoming message about youma’s being at a park – but Christmas ornaments gone mad certainly was not it. He finally snapped out of his shocked startlement as he saw a mint green-haired senshi being chased, or was it followed by what seemed to be a bunch of nutcracker-like ornaments – well the youma equivalent at any rate. Heading in her direction, the dark-haired senshi tried to kick at the one of the two smaller ornaments chasing Cybele and managed to catch the attention of a trio of santa-capped figurines in the process who marched in his direction, swinging what looked suspiciously like little baubles. It figured that this being Destiny City not even Christmas was immune from the general day to day weirdness.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 5:16 pm
What had previously been a calm night had quite suddenly descended into chaos, and surprisingly enough, Pomona was okay with that. Not okay-okay – bloodthirsty Christmas decorations were not what one would deem “okay” – but it was better than an alien Ice Queen, so Pomona would take it with all the grace she had, meaning a lot of flailing and a sprinkling of melodramatics and clumsy stunts.
“ Why yes.” She said to an unfamiliar green-haired Senshi that had approached her. “ I could use some help thinning the herd.”
Speaking of, something gleaming and golden caught Pomona’s attention, and she realized that it was a tasseled ornament floating towards them menacingly. Well, as menacingly as possible, considering that it was floating, which was not very menacing at all. Arching an eyebrow at it – because, really, that was just kinda sad and made Furby youmas look scary – she b***h-smacked it out of the air. Oh Yeah!
And then something furry attacked her leg. Looking down, she corrected her opinion; something furry had run into her leg, probably while in pursuit of the not-menacing ornament youma.
“ Why hello kitty. Come to join the festivities?”
Considering what usually happened when a bunch of Senshi got together, this was a downright party. She recognized some familiar faces – Pomona waved in Ganymede’s direction, and wondered when the tiger-Senshi had earned her butt wings – and there were a bunch of less-familiar faces, and hey, no one was getting killed yet, so so far, so fun!
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 7:10 pm
" Ganymede!" The Shame Senshi showed nothing but open relief at the familiar voice near her ear, even if her gaze was forced down by the strangely articulate hands of the angel-youma tangled in her thick hair. She had managed to catch the strains of his singing only vaguely as she whirled around, but now with him so near... she frantically nodded, "Yes... unless there's someone else who needs more help!" That didn't seem an unlikely situation, given the mixture of both strong and weaker energy signatures of Order mingling together in this fight, spots of warmth amidst the flood of small, icy Chaos aura-ed youmas. For her part, Pasiphae stomped down on any ornament that got too close to her boots, the only enemies she could currently see.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 7:24 pm
“Hey, Pepper! What’s good?” Ganymede called out as he returned Pomona’s wave. He was, of course, entirely aware of what her name was, but that didn’t mean he actually had to call her by it. For a moment he was amused that they’d once again crossed paths at this time of the year, but his amusement was short-lived when he then found himself teetering over and nearly careening right into Pasiphae before getting a face full of snow.
Almost level with his teammate, baby Jesus finally launched its attack, wrapping a chubby pair of arms around Ganymede’s booted shins and holding on for dear life.
Luckily for the Eternal senshi of Lust, he’d had the wherewithal not to leave the house without a jacket and scarf, or else the trip into the snow would have been even more uncomfortable than it already was. His fuku might be somewhat comfortable in the spring and summertime when temperatures were much warmer, but frilly boyshorts and a corset weren’t actually conducive to remaining warm once the temperatures plummeted to record lows, despite the amount of skin that was actually covered up by some sort of fabric this time around.
Mumbling a few choice swears as he struggled to right himself, looking around to make sure Pasiphae hadn’t gotten herself tangled up in the little kerfuffle, Ganymede pushed himself up to sit in the snow and stared down the length of his legs, which the youma baby Jesus had taken the opportunity to sit upon.
“Come on, seriously?” Ganymede whined. “I can’t attack you!”
Baby Jesus… the youma, he told himself, the youma… cocked its head to the side and issued some sort of gurgling noise.
It was so, so wrong.
“What are you doing? Don’t just sit there. Get off of me!” He paused a moment before deciding it might be a good idea to add, “Please?”
It had no effect.
He had two choices—either fight it and dispose of it as gently as he possibly could (and he couldn’t promise that he’d be gentle when he considered that this was a youma and sometimes it took an awful lot of whacking around before they exploded into dust), or he could somehow try to get it to go away and save himself the awkwardness that would certainly come with any attack he might try to make.
It was not as easy of a decision as one might think.
“Look, this is really not good for me, okay? I’m not going to be able to go to mass with my boyfriend again if you make me do this,” Ganymede nearly begged. Christ, he was begging with a youma. Averting his eyes to the skies, he said, “I’m sitting here having a conversation with youma baby Jesus. What has become of my life?
“Just… do me a favor and go, okay?” he asked, glancing back down. “You’ve already ruined my make-up with the snow. Do you know how long it takes to apply that stuff? Couple of seconds, actually, it’s magic, but who’s counting? Why don’t you, like… go find your parents or something? Jeezus,” he whined again, making a shooing motion with one of his hands that the youma responded to with another c**k of the head, snuffling and gurgling and drooling all over Ganymede’s pristine white boots.
“Ugh, this is so not right!” Ganymede shouted, finally just shifting his legs enough to get the youma to topple over off to the side, quickly stumbling to his feet again. The angel-youma he had somewhat of an easier time stomaching the need to extinguish, grabbing at it with one hand while using the other to try and gently pry its little fingers out of Pasiphae’s hair. “Christmas ornaments turned into youma. Is nothing sacred anymore?”Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 9:07 pm
More and more Order auras were pinging on her internal radar, but Tsui paid little attention to it initially. No, the only thing she focused on was socking the ever living hell out of the lighting Frosty, smashing it right in the face and sending the thing flying back. It gave a weak, incoherent grumble before lying flat against the snow, not completely dusted but weakened severely, leaving the Senshi of Tigers to look around at the mayhem around her. Now she noticed that other Senshi had received the call, and she couldn't hold back a smug but triumphant grin. The youma may have attacked on a very festive holiday, but it seemed that there were still members of the White Moon Court that were willing to take a stand, despite the 'time off'. Was there really 'time off' when you were a Senshi or a Knight of the White Moon? It appeared not. She had spotted a few familiar faces in the crowd, notably Ganymede and Pasiphae though there was no time to give her regards. Not when he noticed a group of Santas going after Athene or the ornaments that were chasing down poor Cybele. She had faith in Athene, but the other was still young, and looked like she could really use the help. The same could be said for a familiar, blonde-haired Senshi of Avalanches, who looked to be struggling with one that was caught in her hair. No, that would certainly not do! The Senshi of Tigers wasted no time, charging forward and shouting to Athene as she moved to help Varuna. "I'll be back- Merry Christmas, by the way!" It sounded a lot more cheerful than she should have sounded, given the situation. Youma were attacking, taking the form of beloved holiday favorites and Christian figures, and here she was, pretending not to be exited about the incoming fight. She moved to help Varuna, shouting at her as she tried to grab for the youma that was clinging to her without either being hit by Varuna herself or having the squirrel take her by surprise as well. Even in her rough and tumble Senshi form, Tsui adored animals, great and small, so it was rather hard for her to have to think about hurting it. "Hold still! I'll get it! Hey, watch where you're stepping- no, wait, keep stomping, there's more gathering at your feet!" Tsui warned her, trying to grab at the squirrel and noticing the group that was gathering at their feet. She began stomping as well, smashing her fluffy but sturdy boots down and hoping to hear the crunch of tiny, glass and porcelain skinned beasties crunching beneath her feet. She couldn't see the Frosty display trying to sneak up behind her, lumbering in the snow and closing in on its prey, looking for revenge of its own, and Tsui, too focused on the youma at her feet and helping Varuna, was none the wiser that the tiger was being hunted... Guine Can I assume we've already met before?
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