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 Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 12:14 am
Quote: Hello, everyone! This is the final segment of the event; I hope it's been fun thus far! The event will proceed in the same manner as a group RP - I want everyone to have the opportunity to post before I move along with my side of things. Here are a few details I would like to point out, and you may seize upon to enrich your RP experience here: - Your character may interact with or address the group of civilians. - The lieutenants in this RP are completely disposable; do with them as you see fit. - There is always the option to save the civilians, even if it's just a few. - Conversely, there is the option to kill all the civilians. Bischofite will present the rules of his orchestrated arrangement once some order characters show up via a set of spraypainted signs directing their attention to the rooftop. However, it's definitely fine for them to just sense some chaos signatures nearby! Once again, thank you for attending! And if you have any questions, feel free to ask! Strickenized Quote: Warning: Potentially disturbing content.
His past mistakes.
Lying against a makeshift hammock of reoriented power lines, Bischofite shifted his gaze skyward, toward the innumerable stars marring the sky. It looked damaged, sickly, plagued. From their writhing host, those stars would watch in silent revulsion. Adorned in their limitless light, they judge all those plunged in darkness. And perhaps he yearned for that judgment. To watch the earth licked clean by flame, scathing its occupants at the behest of a kingdom far
"Captain? How are we doing this, again?" The tentative tone emanated from a spindly young man, sporting a flash of blonde hair to match muted green eyes. He regarded his captain from the lip of the building, standing just behind a stretch of hose. "I mean, you said people will show up soon, but are we like, supposed to hose them down? I don't really get it."
The black-haired captain didn't bother to rise. He remained prostrated against the nest of wires, precariously balanced between two flag pole jutting perpendicular from the side of the building. "We aren't controlling a riot, Turpentine. Fill ze rooftop wis' water, and wait for Lieutenant Gasoline to return. I did not realize my instructions were so convoluted." Finally he sat up and leveled an enigmatic gaze at the greenhorn. "I haf' a question for you."
Turpentine already usurped the hose and set about unscrewing the spigot situated close to a former garden area. "What is it?" Came his preoccupied response. "Are you going to ask me who got drunk and corrupted me into the Negaverse?" An exasperated sigh punctuated his quip.
Bischofite only smiled. "Haf' you ever smelled burning flesh?"
"Uh... No. Why?"
"I should'f' been more specific." He paused, and breathed an even sigh of cool night air mixed with the storm's afterbirth. "Burning bodies. It's not just ze flesh. Zat would be... too easy to stomach."
The lieutenant paused, gushing hose in hand, and stared at his captain questioningly. "... Where are you going with this?" The man adored beating around the bush; Turpentine was loathe to play the game of asking 20 questions just to get a ghost of an answer, but the captain already implied with absolute acuity that Turpentine would never receive a direct statement. Especially when it came to these weird, creepy tangents. Who talks about burning flesh?
Freaks.
The double doors behind him burst open, and a solid dozen people spilled onto the scene. The majority were decked out in rave party garb, sporting candy intermixed with glowsticks and blacklight clothing. Two of them even donned cyber falls, as if to marry the punk scene to the theme for the party of the evening. Due to the fliers they clutched in their hands, the group believed the rooftop held a highly secretive and highly addictive rave filled with all the proper trimmings of a good party - ambience, alcohol and ecstasy. However, they soon discovered they were faced with nothing but a rooftop flooded with water.
Before any of the crowd could retreat to the confines of the building, Lieutenant Gasoline emerged from behind them and locked the door swiftly. She ran through the dozen confused civilians and froze at the edge of the precipice, looking her commanding officer squarely in the eye. "Lieutenant Gasoline reporting in, sir!" She belted out, framing her statement with a salute.
That entire display went wholly ignored. "It's much like... bacon. Ze flesh, I mean. Zen you smell ze sulphur, like rotten eggs. Zere's a combustion smell mixed in, and it stings your nose like cinnamon. Ze air gets sick wis' iron. Very metallic, almost overwhelming. Soon it gets musky, almost sickly sweet, mixed wis' charcoal and burnt liver. And you may smell all of zis, times..." He glanced toward the increasingly irritated crowd for a head count. "Twelf'."
Gasoline wore confusion as well as Turpentine wore revulsion. "May I ask the topic of discussion, sirs?"
Turpentine huffed and discarded the hose as if it were caked with pestilence. "You don't want to know." Finally he turned his attention to the captain. "If that's all you need me for, I'm outta here."
"Unless you want your superiors hearing about how you helped electrocute a dozen citizens, I suggest you join me. Zat includes you too, Gasoline." Bischofite spread his arms wide, indicating the plethora of space flanking him on the makeshift hammock. The goaded cattle were beginning to panic, and it was of mounting importance to coax the lieutenants out of the pen. "Now, will one of you be so kind and cut a power line for me?"
Sensing the boiling pandemonium, the two climbed the chain link fence surrounding the perimeter of the building and clambered onto the net of black cables. Despite Turpentine's urgings to disobey the captain, Gasoline severed one of the power lines and handed the crackling livewire to her superior.
"Danke dir. Now all we need is a strong wind."
"Why?" Turpentine didn't bother to hide his objection.
"So ze city can smell its own anguish."
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 3:40 pm
Ganymede was just the stupid sort of Senshi to let himself fall right into a trap.
Or perhaps it wasn't really so stupid. It probably said nothing about his intelligence. Rather, he liked to think it said something about his compassion. He was not the shining example of what it meant to be a Senshi; he made plenty of mistakes, and often didn't try as hard as he knew he should to better himself through his efforts, nor was he an able fighter or as prepared to use his magic to defend an innocent life as he likely should be. He had no desire to make a name for himself, nor was he as willing as some of the others might be to put so much of himself into this war that he lost sight of what he liked to think of as a “normal” life.
But he was compassionate. He was not be the type to hunt down a Negaverse officer. He doubted he'd ever be the aggressive sort (at least not in a physical sense; he did, however, have a habit of running his mouth at the worst possible times), but he had every intention of saving as many people as it was possible for him to save—civilians, Senshi, Knights.
Even, if the opportunity presented itself, a Negaverse officer.
Did that make him stupid? Maybe it made him a little naïve. Regardless of the battles he'd been involved in over the last two and a half years, he still retained the belief that almost every single one of them, no matter what side of the war they happened to be on, were normal enough people beneath the disguises. His thoughts on the Negaverse had changed very little since his first awkward forays into Senshidom.
They were little more than poor, misguided sheep.
Maybe he really was just a fool.
Ganymede knew death happened. He'd seen death, though he often pretended otherwise. Everyone died at some point—good people, bad people, innocent people, guilty people, old people, young people, and everyone in-between. It was an irrefutable fact. People were born, people lived, people died—sometimes too soon, sometimes not soon enough; sometimes from illness, sometimes from old age, and sometimes from brutal murder. It was inescapable. Somehow, at some point, it came upon everyone.
All they could do was live in the meantime, cherish the moment, embrace what was there in front of them, and hope they had long enough to find some measure of happiness in life, of fulfillment and peace.
Peace...
What was peace?
Ganymede approached the scene from the rooftops, having followed a series of spray-painted signs out of some growing sense of curiosity. The closer he drew, the more trepidation he felt, and some sick feeling in his gut warned him to stay away. Turn around, it said. You don't want to see this. The auras he sensed made it worse, because then he felt obligated to see that nothing untoward was happening. Then he felt selfish when he thought, 'I want to go home.'
But he didn't turn around, he didn't go home, and he came to stop on a rooftop next door, staring in growing fear when he saw the group of gathered civilians, and three Negaverse officers who looked nothing like poor, misguided sheep.
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 5:10 pm
Too many Chaos signatures together in one place. That was never a good sign.
Kallichore had spotted the signs shortly afterward, knowing full well no good could come of following them. But she was an eternal, she thought herself capable of getting herself out of a situation if the need arose. She had skills, she'd been through hell and come back from the dizzying edge. Kallichore managed to claw her way through Ares' grasp as a super. She had something going for her. Kallichore could see the battlefield in a clinical sense and she believed, while people were inherently good, nnot everyone was - not everyone was worth saving, in the long run. She'd seen death first hand. She had strength, determination, a stone heart.
Or so she thought.
Windows flew by like so many birds as she flew from one ledge to another, desperately seeking skyline. She had to get to a higher vantage point. Find out what was going on. Start planning. The eternal had already wrapped her mind around what she thought she might see but the reality was so far from it. She was dead wrong as her boots met the lip of a building bordering the roof on which Ganymede stood. Kallichore turned around. It was hellish.
"....my god..." came a whisper.
Animals. There were maybe a dozen civilians trapped in a cage. She could nearly smell the panic on them, seeing in their eyes a terror which they could not comprehend, could not describe. There were wires nearby, the three Chaos signatures concentrated on a nest overlooking the caged animals. Kallichore bounded over to stand by Ganymede, her fellow Jovian. Brown eyes darted from one civilian to the other. What the hell was going on!?
The eternal then recognized the man lounging so peacefully on a bed of wires, one live in his hands. "Should have killed him..." she growled, hands forming fists. Now Kallichore would kick herself, big time.
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 8:14 pm
Super Sailor Aster felt power signatures coming from somewhere, but couldn't quite pinpoint the location. But she knew something was up - something bad. There were a few Chaos signatures, and she couldn't trust that many Chaos signatures being together for a second. She circled a building twice before giving the thought to glance up, and quickly started hopping rooftops to find a pathway, following Eternal Sailor Kallichore the last of the way up to the roof, standing beside her and Sailor Ganymede.
"What's going on here?" she asked questioned to them, slowly approaching the ledge to get a view of the other building. She couldn't help but gasp at the sight - civilians imprisoned by three agents of the Negaverse standing proud on a small platform. She was speechless, stuck in utter disbelief and confusion. Unable to process the full situation, she was only able to repeat herself again. "No, seriously, what the hell is going on here?"
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 6:26 pm
An audible gagging sound could be heard approaching the three Senshi From the ground. Huh.
A flag-decorated tail, usually held high and wiggled to make the checkered fabric dance, now laid low, hovering barely above the ground. Horatio did not like the scents in the air, a combination of Chaos and... something else.
"This place is a dump." The Himalayan announced her statement bluntly, sliding to sit beside the boots of those assembled. Maybe one of them would even be super awesome and pick her up. Cuddles might make her feel better. If that was possible. "So let's take out the trash!"
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 11:05 am
"We haf' an audience."
The group wasted little time in gathering atop the adjacent building. They remained quiet in their assembly, and stood watchful over his display. They ranged in power, from weak and meek to strong and bold. They retained several similarities apart from their apparent distaste for his actions, such as their alignment and likely their intent to stop him. Despite how easily he disregarded senshi and their knight counterparts, he did not discount their intelligence. They were fully aware of his intents, and he wagered the same could be said of the various citizens roiling in their cage.
Bischofite recognized one of the senshi from his days of prattling about in the dark as a lieutenant. She controlled a curious power, one that coaxed nightmares from their hibernation holes and steeped her opponents in their unyielding, ancient grip. She possessed horrors, fallacies and perversions of reality. However, from what he understood, she required close quarters to squeeze off that attack. All his lackeys needed to do was retain some distance.
But did he really want to warn them? No - he wanted to hear of their nightmares, so he might manifest them himself. He desired the ability - no, honor - of articulating their horrors.
And she may yet assist him in that regard.
As for the rest... A girl of similar power sporting a sunflower on her chest, another girl dressed as a garish thespian, and... a cat? How ludicrous. No matter; an audience that attended his show deserved the utmost respect, did they not? Some have traveled far and wide, across the stars and through the night, to partake in this unusual celebration of human life.
Gasoline announced her concern before Turpentine, her captain. "Sir... This place is crawling with senshi. Should we withdraw?" Though she spoke in a militaristic fashion, her tone betrayed her nerves. She was shaken by the advent of eternals, two of them, standing hardly fifty feet away. Would she even know what hit her, should they choose to attack?
"Obviously we should withdraw! I didn't sign up for a suicide mission!" Turpentine leveled an acrid glare at the black-haired captain. "You said this was some energy draining exercise. You said we were just gonna scare the energy out of them, and leave them there, no harm no foul. So why the hell are you holding a livewire, and why the hell are there senshi all around us?!" The enraged captain reached outward and usurped a handful of Bischofite's uniform, closing the distance between them. "I want answers before I tell those senshi to have a field day with you."
"Answers?" Bischofite laughed mirthlessly. "You sink answers will rectify zis situation? I'll gif' you somesing a little more compelling: let go of me, and I won't electrocute us bos'."
Turpentine's hand retreated without argument. Finally he voiced himself with escalating hate. "You wanna play these games with me, captain? Fine."
The defiant captain stood precariously on the woven wires and hailed the cluster of order. "Hey, senshi! Listen up!" Though his knees shook and his mouth ran dry, he mustered the energy to continue. Currently he faced death, from his own team and from the enemy they professed to fight. However, given his previous dealings with senshi, he was more inclined to fear his fellow officer than the admittedly benevolent starchasers across the street. Conversely, he knew Bishofite was interested in hearing his plight as well. "You have no idea what's going on here! I mean, you do, but I swear to God we're not trying to kill these people! I mean, Gasoline and I aren't trying to kill these people! This was supposed to be an energy draining exercise, and he's tu-..."
After an audible, electrifying crackle, Turpentine's limp body collapsed against the hammock of power lines. He twitched momentarily.
Bischofite addressed the unconscious officer with a facetious tone. "Cute, but you were digging yourself a hole, captain. Don't worry - you'll haf' your funeral soon." Afterward he stood and stretched, holding the livewire high above his head. Given his captain's defiant stunt, he figured it was time to explain the rules of the engagement.
"He got some of it right. Tonight is a celebration, senshi. It's a celebration of mortality. Zese people... Zey arrived here expecting some excitement, expecting to enrich zeir lives wis' some decadent party. Zey will obtain zeir wish, but it's up to you to decide if zey lif' srough it.
"As you can see..." Bischofite indicated the crowd in a sweeping gesture. "Zeir lives are in jeopardy. You do not need me to spell it out for you. However, you can only saf'e zem by playing my little game. You see, I want to knowsomesing about you. You space travelers, you empaths, you secret superheroes. You are fascinationg, endlessly interesting. And you are going to enlighten me.
"We haf' a dozen people clamoring for life, so I want to know: which is more important to you? A gaggle of strangers wis' questionable antics or one of your own? A starseed will buy zeir freedom, but you lose one of your lifelong companions in ze process. So tell me, senshi...
"How much is Destiny City wors' to you?"Quote: Here's where the fun starts! I'm interested to see the choices your characters make in this event. These dice rolls are completely optional. If your character isn't one to try these actions, no need to worry about rolling! Each turn, everyone will have the opportunity to make a roll, but don't forget to edit your post with your character's subsequent actions! However, rolls are limited to one per turn! Just to clarify - each turn is punctuated by my posts. In this case, your next posts will be your next turn. Every turn your character may randomize 1-3 in an attempt to sway a Negaverse officer: - 1 means your attempt fails and you face potential backlash against civilians. - 2 means your attempt does little more than baffle the officer. - 3 means you've successfully planted the seeds of doubt in their mind and they will refrain from listening to Bischofite for the next turn. Alternatively, every turn you can roll 1-6 to attack the Negas, but there will be civilian repercussions. - 1 and 2 constitute attacks that fail via evasion, bad aim, etc. - 3 is an average hit. - 4 receives a counterattack of your choosing. - 5 and 6 are significant hits. Your character can also randomize 1-4 to try to sneak out a civilian during the confusion: - 1 means you're caught. Suffer a hit! - 2 means you're caught in the act and chased out of the pen! - 3 means you manage to save a civilian, but they sustain damage in the process. - 4 is a flawless save! However, to roll this option, someone else has to attempt to sway a Negaverse officer. However, you are more than welcome to check up on the well-being of the civilians or try to talk Bischofite out of his depravity instead! Anything goes, these are just more options for you! Finally if your character chooses to capitulate to Bischofite, his end of the bargain may or may not be held up. Other players' actions determine the result there! When there are no more civilians standing, or someone adheres to his game rules, the RP's premise will end. Let's have some fun here! Quicksilver the Archangel
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Sunshine Alouette generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
1!
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 1:15 pm
Attempting to sway??? 8[a
The arrival of Kallichore, a Super Senshi Ganymede recognized from a brief encounter about a year ago, and a pint-sized Guardian Cat should have reassured him. Two Eternals, a Super, and a Guardian seemed as if it would make good odds against two Captains and a Lieutenant. Under different circumstances maybe that would have been the case, but there had to have been at least a dozen civilians over there. Even from the next rooftop over, Ganymede could see that the roof on which said civilians stood was covered with standing water.
His eyes darted around the scene, from the civilians, to the water, to the Negaverse officers, and the live wire one of them held in his hands.
He said nothing about Kallichore's moment of hindsight. Normally he would not have been pleased to hear her wishing to kill someone—or wishing she had killed someone, as the case may be—but it seemed like a stupid argument to get into considering what was right in front of them. One way or another they were going to have to stop that Captain; Ganymede wasn't quite stupid enough to think it wouldn't at least come to blows.
Ganymede watched in mounting horror as the Negaverse Captains interacted, with the result that one was put out of commission—insisting upon a lack of intelligence, Ganymede could not be sure if it was temporary or not. They were stronger powered; could they resist electrocution any better?
He didn't spare time to consult the others, but reacted as he normally did—on impulse, mouthing off.
“What the hell are you thinking, working with a guy who'll electrocute you if you don't want to play his stupid, sick games?” Ganymede shouted across the distance, eyes fastened on the form of Gasoline. “What happened to your spiel about defending the city against us? Decided you didn't want to do that anymore? Or was all that just a huge pile of s**t? You hurt any of those people and you'll show everyone that you're just as vile as you like to pretend we are.
“You want a starseed?” he continued, switching from the Lieutenant to the deranged Captain. “Fine. Let all of them go and you can come get mine.”
He didn't expect them to fall for his bluff, but he supposed it was worth a shot.
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Silent Spy generated a random number between
1 and 4 ...
1!
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 1:33 pm
(Attempting to sneak out a civilian!)
Super Sailor Aster gasped at the sight of one her enemies being electrocuted. Just how evil was the Negaverse that they would do this to their own? Her hand covered her mouth, eyes widened with shock. She needed to do something to save those people from these monsters.
"Keep them distracted," she whispered to Ganymede and Kallichore. She gave a light nod of the head to the cat, Horatio, as she backed away from the group slowly, then turned to make a run for it in attempt to rescue some civilians in the other building. But Aster wasn't the best sneak. Dressed in a white fuku with bright yellow and green accents, how could she be?
Once inside, before she could even call the attention of one of the civilians, she was stopped by one of the officers with a surprise blow to her back, instantly causing the Super Senshi to fall to her knees and crumble to the ground, afraid to pick herself back up just yet.
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Quicksilver the Archangel generated a random number between
1 and 4 ...
1!
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 5:10 pm
[Horatio is following in Aster's lead and trying to sneak out a civilian]
A frightened mewl escaped Horatio as a body fell with a sizzle that sounded absolutely nothing like a delicious steak hitting the grill. The smell in the air only got worse to her sensitive nose, to the point that she tried to bury it inside of her paw. This trash had already gone rancid on them!
"Hey, hey, wait up!" The cream-colored cat began to give chase almost as soon as Aster made a run for it. She was certain that the two Eternals could hold the fort perfectly well on the battle front. Besides, if she could only get over there, then surely people would follow a widdle, fluffy kitty--even if she couldn't talk once she was close enough for them to hear. And she could look for smaller places from which to escape or--
"MRWL!"
Or run straight into the falling Super Senshi and get hit back. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and get ready to go back in there.
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Lucifer Force generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
2!
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Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2013 9:24 am
(( omg the dice hate us!
And I spoke to Strick before doing this. ))
Well this wasn't according to plan. While Kallichore had hesitated just a moment, the others in the group had plunged forward in a valiant effort to save at least one of the civilians from certain doom. Ganymede had offered himself, something Kallichore found to be more admirable than anything she had expected him to do. A nervous chuckle escaped her lips. The eternal never thought she'd live to see the day Ganymede would offer to make such a sacrifice. She admired him more then than she'd liked to have admitted.
Kallichore turned to Ganymede and placed a firm hand on this shoulder. She said nothing, simply watched him for a few moments before making a leap towards the Captain she knew as a lieutenant. There was no aggression in her stance, no emotion in her eyes. She lit on the edge of the building where the civilians were so cruelly corralled and opened her arms.
"You remember me, don't you, Captain?" implored the eternal, ignoring the subordinates around him. She tried not to wince at the cries of the civilians. "You may not know the others here but you remember me. You remember that building, what you saw that night. Does it still haunt you?"
She opened her arms to him, eyes narrowing. "Why not take me instead? Consider it a victory, maybe even revenge for that night."
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Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 2:50 pm
Quote: Wtf is with these dice rolls?? It's like you guys are hoping for a First Annual Destiny City Barbecue o_o
Shortly after regaining his footing, one of the senshi yelled at him from across the buildings. As much as he hated to admit it, the blonde (boy? girl?) raised several good points. By partaking in this madness, he was no better than those he sought to fight. Even with their magical madness and siege over the city, it didn't compare to things like this.
"Shut up!" He retorted, in an expertly witty quip. "I'm not the one who thought of this godforsaken plan, okay?! Besides, what makes you think I want to get myself killed for a bunch of strangers? It's called self-preservation, moron!"
Bischofite only laughed. He gestured toward the captain with the live wire, effectively opening some distance between the two. "Do you really sink he has ze capacity for martyrdom, senshi? And who might follow his example, eh? You? Who would bring meaning to zat deas'? Ze pack of animals in zere? Did you even sink zis srough, or did you start spouting vitriol for ze hell of it?
"If you're so interested in saving zese people, come down here yourself. Or did you honestly sink I'd just relinquish zis wire to my lackeys and walk straight into a nest of hornets?" Surely they thought little of him, if they expected him to succumb to such a paltry ploy.
Meanwhile Gasoline tried for their attention, but no amount of meek interruptions garnered a response. Unfortunately the two were engaged in a battle of the minds, each flaunting their own equally sharp wit. She would simply have to prove herself by handling the situation. After all, the foreign captain's plans would be for naught if there were no civilians left. She might've disliked his approach, but orders were orders. She wasn't corrupted to think. She wasn't corrupted to disobey her superiors.
Gasoline hopped the fence with little incident and ran through the pooling water, each step rippling outward. Just as those ridges reached the captive civilians, they scattered in a panic. They fled from their potential saviors and sought any inch of space that might not yet hold water. They sought solace far outside their reach. They sought salvation in their own prison. That was fine; she preferred it that way. It meant she had less of a chance to strike an innocent soul by mistake.
Soon enough, she was upon the flower senshi, and set upon her with the ferocity ingrained by the Negaverse's propaganda. With great force, she thrust her stuffed Necronomicon plushie into the back of her opponent, and watched with satisfaction as the girl crumpled to the ground. Even as she stood breathless from a job well done, she felt a nagging suspicion that she hadn't completely cleared the scene.
As she surveyed the area, she spotted the source of her suspicions - a cat? "Hey, get out of here, kitty!" She swiped at the air in an attempt to scare the kitten off. Cats hated water; what was this one doing on the rooftop, of all places?
In the midst of treachery and malice, one member sought the very platform on which he resided. That one - he'd met her before, and discovered the folly of remaining in close quarters with her. As a precautionary measure, he limped backward from where she stood. A plague of nightmares may yet foil his plots; it wasn't worth the risk.
"I remember you well, Kallichore." Her alias sounded harsh under his accent. Oh, how he smiled at her. "Since our little tussle, zose dreams haf' ceased. I haf' you to sank for zat. But if you seek to reward me for my efforts here, I can't turn you down. Gasoline!"
The girl jumped, instantly roused from her ruminations on the presence of a cat. "Yes, sir!"
Such obedience. If only the remainder of the Negaverse lieutenants exhibited that kind of unerring loyalty. "You'f' never felt a starseed before, haf' you? Reach into her chest and tear it from her body."
Gasoline froze. That required getting close to one of the most powerful senshi she'd ever felt. "I'm sorry sir, but-"
"Do it or I will electrocute you wis' ze lot of zem." So much for unerring loyalty.
"Y-yes sir," came her faltering reply. After bounding over the fence once more, she came face to face with the grey-haired senshi. The girl was taller than her, and much more intimidating to boot. Tentatively she reached outward, toward the senshi's chest, and tried desperately to still the tremor in her hand before her nerves swallowed her actions whole. She had a job to perform. This was a war. As Bischofite informed her earlier, she would catalyze her fair share of casualties. This senshi would be the first, but at least she wasn't groveling for her life.
So with that unsteady resignation, she reached for the senshi's starseed.Quote: I forgot to mention - if someone successfully rolls a 3 for swaying a Negaverse officer, and that same officer is swayed 3 times, then that officer is permanently out of Bischofite's control. This means that if Ganymede successfully sways Turpentine 3 times, then Turpentine won't listen to Bischofite anymore, for the duration of the plot. This way the plot won't drag on forever. Quicksilver the Archangel
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Sunshine Alouette generated a random number between
1 and 6 ...
3!
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Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 3:23 pm
Hope this is okay. If not, let me know and I will edit. :3
Mouthing off had it's place, but when he just got mouth back, and his allies failed to rescue any of the civilians, and Kallichore went to be stupid and offer herself up on a silver platter, mouthing off probably wasn't going to cut it. In fact, mouthing off was pretty freaking useless. Even Ganymede had his limits, and continuing to stand there trying to sway the sheep was not really something that appealed to him when someone intended to snatch his friend's starseed.
He hadn't been posing much of a distraction anyway, and he could think of very little else to say to force some compassion and common sense into people who didn't seem to have any.
Well, maybe the other Captain had a little compassion, but it was apparently lost beneath duty, and Ganymede wasn't going to stand there to keep fishing for it when he could take action instead.
Hastily he left the rooftop next door and made a running leap for the one the others had already crossed to, determinedly not looking down. Landing safely left him with rather an important decision: who to attack? The Captain who had been electrocuted, the Lieutenant ordered to takeKallichore's starseed, or the Captain with the live-wire?
The other Captain he felt confident could be held off by Aster and the cat, provided they didn't go diving into the water again (but then he supposed that could be a distraction in and of itself). Instinct said to go for the Lieutenant, but he couldn't believe Kallichore truly meant to let her take her starseed. They were two Eternals, a Super, and a cat against two Captains and a Lieutenant. Surely Kallichore had to like those odds? Bluffing and false promises were fine by him at this stage, but making the sacrifice before they'd even really tried any other option seemed to show a lack of confidence he didn't like to imagine in Kallichore.
So he turned to the Captain with the live-wire and gave him a rueful little smile.
"Try not to drop that," he said with just a mild trace of humor, preparing himself to catch it if need be (but he was banking on it not making it over the fence at all). Then, "Searing Passion!"
** Searing Passion -- The opponent feels an abstract sense of desire accompanied by a heating of the body that grows progressively stronger until the target feels as if they're burning up from the inside. Lasts 45 seconds.
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Quicksilver the Archangel generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
2!
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 5:02 pm
[Not so good at rescuing...maybe kitties are better at swaying?
Welp. Not sure exactly what I expected, but could've been worse!]
Horatio huffed at the Negaverse lieutenant who seemed to be carrying some sort of... pillow? Pillows were nice, they shouldn't be in the hands of the enemy! And they DEFINITELY shouldn't be used to push down Senshi! The speed demon would have laughed, if she could have revealed herself, when attention turned to her. She didn't mind water at all - swimming was fun! Just... not when the bathtub might turn into a deep fryer.
The Himalyan gave her most pitiful "Meeeeew" and turned saucer-sized teal eyes onto the girl who tried to get her to leave. Maybe if she kept up a distraction of fluffy cuteness then she'd remember that deep down in that cracked, Chaos-infested chest that she had a heart and let the people go?
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Silent Spy rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 7:59 pm
(Attempting to sneak out a civilian!)
Super Sailor Aster waited a while on the ground - longer than necessary - until she was certain she was in the clear to get back up again. She spotted Ganymede preparing to launch an attack, and Horatio the cat attempting to distract the officers. Feeling that between the two of them it should provide enough of a distraction, Aster rushed to rescue a young woman from the terrible deadly trap.
"Come with me," she said. She could only grab one at a time as she lifted the woman and leapt to a distanced rooftop, then slowly down to a ground level where she let the woman go.
"Run!" she advised before leaping back up to join the other Senshi on the opposite rooftop and catch a breath.
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Lucifer Force generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
1!
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 7:54 pm
Quicksilver the Archangel ((Attempting to sway~)) A crimson-gloved hand reached out and gripped the shirt of the Negaverse agent sent to retrieve her starseed, lifting the girl up a good few feet. "Captain," she started, voice even in tone and soft in volume. "I recall offering my starseed to you, not to this one." Her bluff didn't work, however, as Ganymede came into her peripheral vision and launched an attack against the Captain. With that plan foiled (though she harbored no ill will towards the Senshi of Lust for taking such initiative; rather, she was pleasantly surprised), Kallichore flipped backwards onto the nearest building with Gasoline in tow. The eternal was focused on not hurting the girl. Not yet. "I hope you understand what a position we are in now. You're being asked to murder. How many of these people have families? People who depend on them? Of course we've all done terrible things in our lives, but does that make it acceptable to torture and to kill, Lieutenant?" It was an innocent set of questions. No threats though Kallichore's demeanor was stone cold, as if she were a parent scolding a disobedient child, attempting to explain the gravity of the situation in without an emotional outburst. She set Gasoline down on the roof gently.
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