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 Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 10:45 am
He'd been told to get rid of the starseed, than get rid of the body. He wasn't entirely sure what to do with the body. He couldn't teleport and he figured he really just needed to dumb her so headed out jumping on nearby rooftops and cutting through allies. He didn't want the girl too close, that was for certain, but should she ever be found again. Why did he have to do this ... cleaning up your own messes? The general had certainly helped this along, but he was a highly up wasn't he. He sighed, looking at the girl in his arms. Just a girl, it seemed without her uniform. She looked just like any other girl.
It made him a little sick. With the girl in his arms, he just stopped staring at her. Still in her ballgown. This wasn't right. And he fed that girl's starseed to another and he had been okay with it, mostly okay with it. Would he see the other girl like this, before all this was over.
He looked to the girl again, blinded, skin across her eyes marred by him. His breath hitched. No. He thought, he was doing the right thing. They would take over the earth. Wouldn't they? He could feel the tears sliding down his eyes, he couldnt take her any further.
He laid her to rest on the rooftop he stood on, bruised, battered, broken, looking at her dust and hay covered dress. It had be dragged through part of the fairgrounds. He had been tempted to leave her in a stable for the cow milking demonstrations at first, but decided against it. He didn't notice the blue first place ribbon hooked on the bottom of her dress, but he was busy panicking as he felt an order presence. He mind said to fun, but his feet were frozen in place, undecided whether they wanted to leave or accept unforseen punishment for his misdeeds. It was like karma decided he was guilty.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 11:24 am
The night dragged on, but there seemed to be little glory to be had in scouting out this evening. Not that it stopped the Cosmos Squire from venturing out, nor did it stop him from continuing his patrol, even when the night air took a turn for the worst. Sarras was ill-equipped for the cold weather, but his pride wouldn’t allow for him to retreat, not until he had accomplished something this evening. He had a feeling in his gut that something was lurking nearby- a chaos aura, faint, but not quite a Negaverse officer. Instead, it was a Dark Mirror Senshi, dressed in dark red and golden hues, finding comfort in her own way, and he scoffed at the notion of investigating her further. He had no qualms with the Dark Mirror Court, and in truth, she had looked just as pathetic as he probably did. So he moved on, well aware that she had been following him though for reasons that were beyond him though hardly bothered by it. If she was going to attack him, then she had done so by now. Perhaps she, too, felt that something else was lurking in the shadows and she wanted to help. Either way, he didn’t really care.
He and his impromptu partner had spent most of the night in silence, maybe one of two words spoken between them, when he felt it. Another Chaos aura, this time there was no mistaking it. It belonged to a Negaverse officer, though light, clearly a lower ranking officer. His mind immediately snapped to the other night and the thought of the two Chibi senshi that the general took off with spurred him on. He never looked back to see if the Dark Mirror Senshi had followed him or not, and he ran from rooftop to rooftop until the two of them were finally upon them. He had seen the officer first, taking in his attire and unimpressed with that look of fear in his eyes, nor the tears that stained his face, but his Dark Mirror companion had noticed something else first. His eyes ventured down, looking at the body of the young lady, her mid to late teens, decked in a dirt-sogged ballroom gown. He couldn’t tell if she was still of the living or not, but he had seen all that he needed to see. A civilian lying on the ground, an officer standing over her… there was no way of mistaking what he had transpired, and Sarras wasn’t sure what he had said, the cry foreign even to his own ears, but he lashed out. The past week he had stood by and did nothing, and what did that get him? A civilian with the knife to the back, and two children abducted!
He jumped at him, gliding over the body and aiming to tackle him to the ground. This time, he wouldn’t escape! Not with his life!Super Sailor Canopus had been fortunate enough in the last few days to have avoided trouble, but it wasn’t actually out of luck, not so much as out of avoidance. After the ball, she had more or less stayed in her dormitories, face in a book, too terrified of another encounter with the Negaverse to justify the very notion of powering up, much less the idea of stepping outside of her dormitories. She wasn’t sure exactly what had triggered her desire to leave the dormitories tonight except for the harmless chiding of her dormitory mates. Their passive-aggressive statements usually had no effect on her, but today, she couldn’t help but feel the sting of the words this time. The sad part was that, they were completely right. She did spend too much time cooped up and not because she actually wanted to be. She was afraid, and she knew that she shouldn’t have allowed her fear to control her life, otherwise, what would have been the point in living?
So, she found a secluded room and powered up, slipping through the first mirror she could find, and once again found herself on the streets, decked head to toe in her ill-suited uniform and roaming the streets on her own, though not for too long. She emerged from the mirror and immediately felt an Order signature, a squire, perhaps, and it didn’t take much effort to spot him. He was a rather gruff looking fellow, thick with muscles that threatened to rip the dainty fabric, and she might have offered him a word of sympathy for his uniform had he not pinned her with a fierce glare and froze her to her spot. There was something about him that frightened her, and yet at the same time, it called to her. In that brief glance, she had seen a wide variety of emotions though his face had remained sturdy in its ‘who gives a s**t’ expression, and perhaps that was why she chose to follow after him. He didn’t seem to mind, though every chance Canopus had to try and start a conversation with him had ended in a few words. In her time following him, she managed to get that he was named Sarras, and that he was a Cosmos squire. And that apparently, he hated his attired and had a massive chip on his shoulder, though none of that came out verbally.
It seemed that they did share a common interest, however, as they had felt the Negaverse-based chaos aura at the same time, and there were no questions asked, as both of them went running towards it. She didn’t know what he was looking for- she had just assumed that he was doing his duty to scout and protect civilians, and she would be more than happy to help him, despite the laws of her own court. When they arrived, Sarras the Squire immediately charged after the officer, and Canopus could not stop the gasp from leaving her throat as her eyes spotted the civilian on the floor. Was she dead? She rushed to her side, looking for a pulse, something, anything- she couldn’t be dead! She couldn’t...
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 11:49 am
The longer Irene went without finding anything, the more frightened she became. Not that she hadn't found anything at all. There were rumors aplenty about what had happened that night at the ball. She'd bought up every newspaper that came out the next day, and every day since, combing them for the slightest mention of what they deemed "an audacious attack on the citizens of this fair city." She'd tried to get into the hotel, but was turned away. She'd asked everyone she knew if they had heard anything, anything at all, about what went on that night.
There was still a chance that Andrew was okay, she told herself repeatedly. ********* hadn't actually seen him get carted off. Maybe he'd escaped, and was laying low somewhere until things calmed down. Maybe he was afraid for her, afraid of leading them back to the apartment. Or maybe he really had gotten fed up with her rules and taken the opportunity to run away. It was possible. And with every day that passed, she found herself hoping that was what had happened, because at least that would mean that he was safe.
Her searches of the city revealed a whole lot of nothing, but Irene couldn't let herself give up. Not until she knew the whole story. Not until Andrew was home again, or he told her himself that he didn't want to be.
As she ran out of likely places to search- not that she really knew if one building was any more likely than the next- she found herself getting more desperate. Praying to feel an aura of any kind, that someone with informaition might be the source of it. Why hadn't she done more with organizing back when Thraen brought it up? Then they could have coordinated their efforts.
But she would have had to admit why she needed to know so badly, and that wasn't something she was prepare to do just yet. She knew that not everyone would welcome a convert with open arms, and she wanted to protect Andrew from that for as long as possible. If he'd upset the wrong person during his tenure in the Negaverse, the threats against him from his supposed allies could be as bad as whatever he was facing. That was the real reason she didn't enlist anyone's help.
Not that she was entirely alone. Irene hugged ********* a little closer, grateful for the cat's warmth in the wintry temperatures, for her keen sense of smell, her general sensibleness. She was about to ask if there was anything new in the air when something darkened her mental radar. "Hold on," she warned, starting to run. This was what she had been waiting for.
Even with the flowers she wore at her waist, running was hard for her. Doubly so in the cold air, which felt like it was trying to freeze her lungs from the inside out. Still, she didn't stop running until she found him: a lieutenant, dragging what looked like an unconscious girl.
Her chest seized up, only partly because of the cold. She tried to call out, but couldn't draw enough of a breath to do so. So she kept running, ignoring the stitch in her side, praying that this time, she wasn't too little, too late.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 2:43 pm
It had been nearly twenty fours hours since Phact had handed over the meds to the general. In that one moment, she handed over the very means to save her friend's life. Or at least prolong it until she could be found.
Standing on her rooftops, Phact was gazing out at the night, her eyes scanning and her aura feeling. Anything. Any clue to what she could do. "I will get you out of there." It had been too much to hope the General would have just released her. Even when she had begged him. Logically she knew he risked so much even coming to her but part of her could not let go that he still left Acrucis there. It caused a knot in her chest that grind away at her heart. If Acrucis....Hannah....if she died, Phact would destroy every last one of them.
Still holding the cross she had been given as proof in hand, Phact felt her hair stand up on end. Turning around, towards the west, she had felt it. Weaker but there. A nega pulse with growing senshi energy around it.
Waving her phone out, she prayed Sidouer was powered up. Phact needed her.
"I know I said I wanted to be alone but could you meet me on the roof tops in the western part of the city? Should pick up the auras to follow quickly. Thx"
-send
Sending her phone away, Phact made her way towards the direction. She was use to the roof tops so made easy time. But when she finally made it, her heart sank. Several senshi were already there but it was the body that made her eyes enlarge.
Eyes moving from the senshi who jumped towards the nega to the body, she felt the cross in her hand dig into her skin. Dropping it to the 'space' pocket she had, she made her move driving herself after the squire who launched the first attack. "Don't kill him." She snapped, holding the blood rage from her eyes. "We can use him."
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 3:35 pm
For being a chubby ball of fluff, the manx cat in Irene's arms was ever vigilant. Her ears were perked up so she could hear as best as she could, her whiskers were fanned out, her eyes were alert as they glanced about, and even her nose was constantly going as they moved for any potential hint of Irene's friend.
Unfortunately, ********* efforts had not yielded any results that they had been looking for. Instead the familiar dull aura of a Lieutenant managed to wash over the Mauvian, and more than likely over the senshi that carried her as well.
When the forms became visible to her feline eyes, the manx seemed to droop slightly. From the mere scent in the air, the cat could tell that the Lieutenant was carrying someone who had passed.
Hearing the rasp in Irene's chest as she breathed, the cat shifted a bit in her grasps and pressed a paw against her chest. "...how are you holding up?" The tailless animal knew of this senshi's physical ailments.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 3:56 pm
Sidouer looked down at her senshi phone half annoyed. It seemed she was right, that Delilah would power up alone despite their conversation the day before. She let out an exasperated sigh and shook her head; it’s not like she could truly fault her for doing so. Worry and fear made people do irrational things, at least you texted me. I’m on my way.- Send Don’t do anything rash…- Send The second text was sent as a bit of a slightly scolding reminder since it would take time for her to get to the west side of the city from where she currently was. “We’ll find her Phact.” A promise that fell upon the whispered winds to be carried to whomever may be listening. With that, Sidouer released her phone only to have it disappear into that cosmic holding place her civilian close went while she was powered up and took off in the direction Phact had instructed.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 4:36 pm
A male voice called out from somewhere as two auras approached, that of a Super Senshi and a Page. "Hey, wait for me! I just wanted to ask you something!" Megrez would have just gone home if it weren't for this incredibly persistent Page that wouldn't leave her alone. She was in a state where she really just wanted to curl up in the fetal position in bed and stay there; her patrol tonight had been incredibly halfhearted, or it would have been if not for the pesky Page. His pursuit had driven her just about all over town. Couldn't he take a hint that she just wasn't up for talking with anyone tonight? Glitnir, on the other hand, had been looking for Megrez for a while. Now that he knew who she was, he wanted to ask her a few questions, mostly on her views of the war and why she acted how she did. She was one of the people Kairatos had designated as dangerous; it was important to get every single viewpoint on a situation, even the most extreme ones. As Megrez came to a stop on the increasingly busy rooftop, Glitnir miscalculated and bumped into her from behind (he had gotten better at jumping since Sarras had shown him, but he wasn't perfect). "Oh god, sorry!" Megrez just shot him a dirty look. "Shush. There's a situation going on." She took a few steps forward. "A lieutenant and a dead civilian." "Another one?!" The situation just kept getting more serious. If he needed proof that people were actually getting killed in the war, this was it. "I'll grab him. Maybe you should see if you can investigate the body." Megrez sped forward to tackle the lieutenant. "W-wait!" Megrez was already on the move when Glitnir objected. With a sigh, he approached the group.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 9:14 pm
Mimisbrunnr was searching on purpose, for any more hints as to where Hvergelmir might be. For any hints as to the fate of the others who had been taken. And when she felt another gathering of Order signatures with just two Chaos (Lieutenant and Mirror, and she had nothing to fear from the Mirror one, she knew that) she bolted towards it, heart racing. When she leapt onto the rooftop, the Squire made a noise that could only be described as pain, because there was a Lieutenant and a dead girl in a ballgown.
"Wait!" She said, and her voice was as loud as she could make it. "Wait, wait, he might have information, she's in a ballgown she...she might have been..." It wasn't Hver, it couldn't be Hver, the hair was wrong, but this might be Alexandria's Ganymede, who Mimis had never met. She couldn't even make herself say that this might have been one of the captured, but there was a chance...It had been an idle patrol, a way to burn off nervous energy that had accumulated since the disastrous New Year's Ball. Tantalus hated being cooped up in the house, even though he knew it was intended to be for his own good. Lance was, in his estimation, being far too protective; he could generally at least make a good effort at handling himself these days. Hadn't Avalon proven that?
So when he felt a single Dark Mirror signature surrounded by far too many others, he picked up his pace, because the idea that a member of his Court might be in danger was far too much to think about. What he saw when he arrived was nothing of the sort - thankfully. Instead there was a single Lieutenant surrounded by a very large angry group, but he did at least recognize the bearer of the Dark Mirror signature - he had met Canopus before, with Damocles.
The sight of a girl in a ballgown made his heart plummet.
"Oh, no," he said, his voice soft. So it was true - the Negaverse had taken prisoners at the ball. He hadn't wanted to believe it, not when he still had a few friends in the organization, but memories of a far darker world (and the names of dead Dark Mirrors subjected to horrifying experiments in it) told him it was far too believable.
"Getting a head start on being a murderous b*****d, then," he said, his voice sharp.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 5:49 am
Another massing of energies and Chariklo was practically throwing herself into the fray. Anything to keep busy and try to make up for having lost those kids. Objectively, she could tell herself that she hadn't been the only one to attack. Emotionally though... emotionally, she knew them being taken was completely her fault.
She felt Dark Mirror auras this time and prayed fervently that they weren't involved in whatever was going on. With one last leap, she made it to the rooftop and nearly fell to her knees in relief. Tantalus and Canopus were the auras she'd felt. They wouldn't help the Negaverse. She would have gone to them and said hello had the next thing she saw not been a dead girl and a fleeing lieutenant.
Flinging herself after the baby officer, her face was a mask of rage and grief. A squire and a ginger haired senshi seemed to have the same idea as her and for a moment she considered calling out moves to better trap the lieutenant before deciding to keep silent. No sense in giving the enemy a heads up. Still, if they could just circle him. Lieutenants couldn't teleport after all... This one couldn't get away!
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 6:08 am
Palatine headed further west each night. Every clue they'd managed to dig up so far seemed to be pointing them in that direction. If Palatine didn't have another daughter at home, she would have been spending every waking moment searching the city for more answers. As it was, a majority of her days were spent in misery, fearing for one child while caring for another, and her nights were taken up by searching.
She was getting desperate. Paris had been gone too long—too long for comfort, at least. There was no telling what the Negaverse was doing to her. Palatine couldn't even be sure she was still alive. Yet, that the Negaverse had not come knocking at her door seemed to indicate they'd not learn Paris's identity. It gave Palatine hope that Paris could endure whatever they were putting her through.
The anger had not stemmed. If anything it grew stronger each day. If she'd not had much of a reason to fight before, she certainly had one now. All of the reservations she'd had before—that her enemies were barely more than children, that war itself was meant for other, less selfish people—all of that was gone. Instead, her reservations were replaced with silent promises; she would find Paris and Chris, and she would make all who hurt them pay for what they'd done.
She was not at all prepared for the lifeless body.
Palatine came to a halt on the edge of the rooftop. There was a Lieutenant there, already being tackled by two different individuals. Others hovered around observing the scene or checking on the girl in the ballgown.
A ballgown? One of the captives?
Her heart sank low and Palatine felt at a loss for breath. She inhaled deeply, let it out slowly, and cautiously approached the body on the floor of the roof, crouching beside the Dark Mirror Senshi that was already there.
She looked at the dead civilian's face.
Not Paris.
“Is she alive?” Palatine asked, though it seemed a pointless question. Still, there was some hope left that all was not as is seemed, and this girl would rise and tell them where they needed to go.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 8:25 am
Sailor Chibi Perdita was out in spite of the late hour.
She shouldn't have been. Even at fourteen, she still had a scheduled bedtime. And a curfew. But with her father and her grandfather both asleep, and her mother away on her business trip, and her brother sitting in his room on the computer with his headphones on, it was easy to slip out without anyone noticing. So long as she was back before anyone woke up and decided to check on her (which was unusual) none of them would be any the wiser.
She couldn't just sit at home and do her homework when there were Senshi and Knights out there missing. Well, she still made sure her homework got done, but after that she thought she should be out with the rest of them, looking for clues. The encounter with the General had not quite managed to scare her off. She was wary, of course, but she remained determined. She could handle this. She wanted to help, even if that meant being used as a shield against her own side's attacks.
There were people taken that she knew. Okay, so one person, and then a second by extension. But one was enough to have her feeling a sense of responsibility. Of the Gallo boys, Perdita liked Chris the best. Peter was obnoxious and Michael was full of himself. Chris, on the other hand, was pleasant to talk to and had a good brain in his head—even if he was somewhat lacking in common sense. And he was handsome besides. His wife had been taken too. A Senshi, Haven now knew. Chris's wife had always been kind to her.
So she landed on the rooftop where all the auras were collecting without a plan but with plenty of determination. She had half a mind to jump right in and tackle the Lieutenant with the others, but that was reckless. In any case, she was soon distracted by the body.
She'd seen a dead person before, back when she was eight and her grandmother died. This was different. This person hadn't passed peacefully in their sleep. Their body was beaten and battered, covered in cuts and bruises, and their eyes... something had happened to their eyes.
Blinded, she decided. By the looks of it, from some sort of acid.
Perdita determinedly swallowed down a sudden feeling of revulsion but could not make herself move any closer.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 8:37 am
They weren’t going to be finding the missing senshi and knights any time soon at this pace, and by the looks of it they might not be finding them alive. Although Peter never really got along with his older brother, he still didn’t want him or Paris or any of the others to die, especially if they were being hurt before hand. Their mother was already a mess, and although it was Chris who was missing, there were strange thoughts or memories(?) he was having of a time when Michael had gone missing.
But Michael wasn’t missing. He was out looking for the others, just like they were. And so Oberon was out that night, seeking out the large gathering of powered signatures, preferably those of Order until he had others with him. He might be reckless, but he wasn’t completely stupid. He knew how dangerous it was to be out at night when things like this were happening.
He slowly approached Perdita as he peered over at the woman they’d found, finding that he suddenly didn’t want to know what happened to her. It was a little awkward as he’d had to tell Perdita what he knew, and while she was still a nosey busy-body, he thought he might actually appreciate the fact that she could understand his predicament. After all, his brother was missing.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 10:11 am
He was tackled to the ground and he fought, even with tears running down his cheeks. Tears of remorse, for the murder he committed, he body was starting to going into flight or fight mode more fully. It was too late, as he thrashed and kicked and screamed like a wild animal.
"Let me go, let go." He was starting to hyperventilate a little. Would they do to him what he did to her. He deserved it didn't he? He didn't want to die however.
The looked terrified, but that didn't keep him from fighting desperately and moment later trying to spit right in the face of the squire that held him down. "Get off, light monger."
He turned to see the others looking at the girl, "don't touch her." He shouted not really want them near the body. "Youre too late, she already gone. I killed her."
He calmed the fight leaving him. More tears, "I treated her like an animal needed training, blinded her with acid, pulled her starseed and fed it to one of the others."
"... she glows," he whispered. Before he cycled back into fight mode thrashing about wildly. "GET OFF!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 10:35 am
As always, people came out of the woodworks at the drop of a hat, eager to spread around and plea mercy on the obvious scumbag but few willingly to call him out on the blatant murder he had committed. Sarras didn't need to look at the body to know it was too late, and he was pleased to have pinned the officer down.
One after the other, they screamed for him not to kill him, and Sarras countered their pleas with a sneer. "That's up to him! If he cooperates, I'll let him live... if he resists, then I'll snap his neck and be done with it... one less officer to worry about."
The lieutenant plead and begged, and maybe his plight would have touched others' hearts, not Sarras, and when he begged to let him go, he shook his head, and only continued to press his weight upon him. "No, not until you tell us where they are! Where are the rest of them? Tell us, or so help me..."Canopus was relieved by the sight of others, even if they weren't of her own court. She didn't want to see the Cosmos knight kill the lieutenant, but she knew she couldn't stop him... though after seeing the body up close, she almost didn't want to. What kind of monster would do such a thing, and then have the nerve to beg for mercy?
She looked to the one that questioned her, and she couldn't stop her tears from flowing. She didn't want to cry in front of Chariklo or Tantalus, but she couldn't stop herself. "She's... gone. I'm sorry..."((OOC: Sorry for the short post, I got a 12 hour shift. Feel free to have someone push Sarras off- you have my permission.))
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 10:39 am
That the Lieutenant could so easily admit to having killed the girl came as something of a shock to Palatine, whether or not it was obvious what had been done to the girl. She shouldn't have been surprised. Recent events should have knocked that out of her. But the Lieutenant looked young—too young to be involved in a war, too young to be dragging around dead bodies.
She left the dead girl where she was and rose to drift closer to the Lieutenant and the others attacking him. She hardly blamed them for their passion. She could have just as easily done the same thing. A part of her wanted to, but what sort of answers would come from beating the Lieutenant to death?
“Wait!” she shouted at those attacking him. “Wait, stop for just a second!”
She'd heard the Lieutenant's story. By the end of it she went cold.
A girl who glowed. Paris had that strange glow about her when she transformed. Was he speaking of Ganymede? Or were there others?
“What did she look like?” she asked, her voice still slightly raised. “The girl who glowed, the one you fed the starseed to. What was her name?”
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