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With the Carnival in full swing, Painite saw her chance to start the fun. And what was phase one, exactly?

Youma.

Youma everywhere.

She had been gathering them for some time, with help from others, and they had begun to gather on their own. Maybe all the chaos in the air, the promise of so many helpless sources of food and starseeds gathered in one place, was as tantalizing to them as it was to Painite herself. Whatever the case, they were there, and they were chomping at the bit.

It took a few little teleportations from the General to encourage and herd the youma out of the surrounding forest and their hiding places, but the monsters soon made themselves known as they charged into the carnival, spilling into every area, from the entrance to the farthest corners of the rides and the picnic areas. Even the lake did not seem youma free.

The General took a moment to admire the sudden hellish terror that burst forward as people realized this was not some gimmick from the carnival itself. She gripped her communication crystal, and then sent out a message to all the Negaverse soldiers in the area.

"Bring me all of their starseeds. Take every ounce of energy you can. Use the youma as your distractions: drain this place dry."

Let the games begin! With the youma running wild and the exits sealed, the carnival is at the mercy of Chaos! It is up to the White Moon and anyone brave enough to rise up to do what they can to spare some lives. Chaos, your goals remain the same: there is no hiding here, no need for subtlety. Painite wants everyone to let loose. You can consider that an order.

Show them your power, whatever side you fight for!

I've done my best to make the games interesting and prompt fun RP! I don't know how well everything will work so if there are any issues or concerns please PM me, as I can never think of everything!

Amethyst had opted to go for the people on the seats, the chaotic situation a perfect cover for what he had been tasked to do as he deftly weaved his way through the crowd towards his first victim, a young redhead female who looked like she came alone and was starting to get a hysterical attack from the startling series of events.

A swift blow to the back of her neck had her silenced momentarily which was the way that he preferred to do his energy draining whenever possible. It made for less struggling plus it helped him focus better somewhat, a hand pressed to the side of her neck to draw and mould the energy orb from her, making sure that he had it form a perfect sphere before setting her unconscious form on the seat and stuffing the previous orb into one of his pockets.

One down, many more to go.

Amethyst was starting to find the chaos around them a double edged sword. Sure it was the perfect cover for them to go about collecting energy and harvesting starseeds uninterrupted, but there were times when the crowd made the task at hand challenging like this one time when he was just about half way through filling up the energy sphere that was forming in his hand from his next victim when a child ran past him and knocked his hand entirely off the point of contact he had made with his victim. He briefly contemplated resuming drawing energy from the same individual but decided against it in the end, not wanting to incidentally kill him by draining him dry literally.

Chester could not believe what was happening. His carnival! He had poured months of preparation, more money than he could add up in his head, and hours and hours of his own life into this place, and in a matter of moments it had all gone to hell. Monsters, those damn monsters! They were everywhere, and on top of that there were these bad guys causing trouble!

He ducked behind some of the stadium seating for the audience, powering up and then charging straight toward the center ring. He looked up, though, and saw the mass of tentacles wiggling around. Thin and wiry, but apparently strong, they were parts of different youma.

Or was it one very big one? He couldn't tell. He didn't care. He wanted them gone.

This was his carnival. His dream. They were ruining everything. He clenched his fist, his glove acting as his 'weapon'. How was he going to punch up there? That question was answered for him as a tentacle lashed out and wrapped around him, hauling him up off the ground and shaking him around.

"Errghh!" he cried out in surprise, which was really all he could get out in his surprise and anger.

Lt. Titan

He'd thought Buddingtonite was maybe just being perverted talking about tentacles, but then there were black things suddenly oozing down from the ceiling and grappling people. There really were tentacles. People started panicking.

He would have been one of them once, maybe not panicking, but faced with the certainty of powers beyond his mien and measure. He was a part of this war now.....they had a job to do.

But how was he supposed to try to protect them both when they were harrying off to various parts of the giant tent and ring? Titan made a tragic face, watching Buddingtonite take center ring while Amethyst stayed to the bleachers.

But then there was a sushi girl, and she was after Buddy. More than after him, she was on him, shoving him off his target. If she was that close already, Titan wasn't doing his job very well, and they'd all just started. He had to try to distract her? Was there really any distracting anyone in the chaos of already fleeing people, trampling and screaming? It was too far to fun down and effectively attack her, so Titan wrapped his huge hands under the lips of benching, ripped some of the bolts and grand stand seating up and chucked it down into the pretty, dark purple girl.

Sailor Thraen

Quenton had been so happy a moment ago. He'd filed in with some of the rest of the crowd who'd gotten tickets from the little machine for the first seating of shows. He'd found a vendor and gotten a lemonade. He'd been enjoying crowd watching in the interim- that old lady was plainly a crazy cat woman and had 24 little darlings all named after greek letters, that couple there was on teh rocks and she was really coming to the circus to find a hunk for a new boyfriend, and that child there was going to stow away and run away to the circus.... then there were some uncertain murmurs.

He looked to the lights in the center of the great ring and there was a man jumping there from the crowd. And TENTACLES EVERYWHERE from the sky of the tent above what was going on?!?

He got up, in the see of now panicked people, being lifted and pushed more to the sides of the tent and squirreled his way behind some speaker towers that carried the ringmaster's words to the crowd to transform- but stepping out again as Thraen, Senshi of Gardens lasted about as long as a breath and he was off his feet getting lifted, kicking, by his waist toward the ceiling by a black tentacle, "God's breath what- LET GO!"

He'd seen enough internet to know where this was going and he wanted no part of it.

Lt. Titan

Despite combat being initiated, they still had a sea of people running around them, getting flung or drawn in to the air about them, or in his case, running directly into them. Titan palmed the poor sot's face driving them down to their knees while drawing off energy as orders demanded.

He could feel order signatures starting to appear, and it didn't bode well. It was too mishmashed and all too nearby to pinpoint what was what and who was what, but there couldn't have been a better prediction than that there may be sailors hiding amid the crowd uninvited. They were just people, all of them, out of uniform.

Luxor was not having a good day.

He was stuck in the grip of the youma and no matter how hard he struggled he was not able to free himself. In fact, he felt his struggles were so ineffectual that the grip of the youma was getting even tighter because he was wiggling in just the right way it needed to get a better grip.

"Hello!" he called down to the senshi below, seeing a few people he did not really recognize. He groaned in pain as the youma shook him around violently, his brain rattling uncomfortably in his skull.

"Can someone help me?" his tone was very angry. His temper was only being controlled by the fact that he literally could not do anything for himself, though he did thrash wildly, kicking his feet and making himself flop around in the air even more than if he just let the youma shake him around.

He was suddenly freed, though, when Polaris turned her attention his way, and for that he was very thankful. He expected to hit the ground rather hard, but he looked up in dizzy wonder as the Eternal Senshi caught him. He blinked at her. She was not very big, and he was not very small, and he knew immediately that this had to be the silliest thing anyone had ever seen, if they were to see it.

"Thank you," he said, turning bright red. And with so much skin showing, that was a very apparent transformation. "I couldn't get free... but you rescued me." He moved to stand up, carefully moving out of her arms and adjusting the fabric of his... skirt? What was it called?