Methone was accustomed to the battling of nega's and Senshi now, and felt more confident and safe in the bubble that was her transcendence. She was uncorruptable now, safe from the clutches of chaos and she had a deep connection with her planet, which opened her to a new power.
She felt great, patrolling out on the scene. Though she should've been patrolling with the other members of Saturn, tonight she wanted to fly. Check in with Destiny City. A recon of the town if you will.
It was no surprise when she felt the super aura not too far from her patrolling spot, but it was quickly dampened by a Chaos order of the same rank as herself. In efforts to beat the chaos to the other order signature, she sped her movements until she was close enough to feel like both of them were breathing on her neck. She turned her head, looking for the white of order. Hoping not to see the black of chaos.
Kaefaux
Kuropeco
Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2015 7:27 pm
In Metis' own defense... yeah no, she didn't have much of a defense on this. She'd gone searching for Chaos auras that night. Telling herself she could handle fights, that patrolling without the Asteroids was ok. A few youma had come and gone, easy enough to dust and make her feel a bit more confident.
Pride before the fall, she mused to herself, skin prickling as she felt the stronger Chaos aura... approaching? Or was she just moving closer to it?
Very few times had she encountered a General before--least of all without backup from Iris. Logic told her to get out of there. Get out, run till she could safely power down or get to help. Out at the rim of her mental radar though, she felt... an Eternal out there. Briefly, Metis... smiled. Iris?
She hadn't seen the Senshi of Rainbows for a while. Would be nice if...
Metis lingered on a rooftop, head turning from side to side slowly as she watched her copper energy outline the empty space that made up the buildings. Looking for more copper figures that would, she presumed, be either the Eternal or the General. Her hand itched to lift to her tiara and summon her magic. But she had to wait until she... knew.
He'd found her rather easily, without much effort. The Order signatures were so very bright after all, so unlike the ones of Chaos that were a great deal more appealing. It wasn't quite as strong as his own, but not as weak as those of the most basic level, which Aurostibite took to mean she was somewhere in the middle.
He stood on the rooftop a short distance away, and now there were two of them, the second with an aura similar in strength to his own. A light breeze rifled through the air and shifted the long, dark strands of his hair, unbound and rippling down his back in black waves.
There was a long, screeching sound from beside Aurostibite, and he reached out a gloved hand, stroking fingers along the top of Behellagh's head. The youma was some sort of monstrous twist of a peacock and a hulking bear, with heavy talons, an enormous wingspan and long, trailing tail, with no beak, but instead snapping jaws filled with rows of sharp teeth.
It screeched again, flapping heavy wings. Aurostibite gave the two senshi a flat, incomprehensible look.
"Good evening," he said quietly, and he had not summoned his weapons yet, the general merely standing there, stroking Behellagh's head.
"Run or die," he said, not that the first option was actually viable.
pixie nyxie
kaefaux
Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2015 11:20 pm
She was almost there. She could feel two chaos signatures now, A general and his pet, she almost growled. She was almost to the other senshi. Soon. Soon.
She flew over buildings and saw him.
Oh she hated him. She hated that smug face.
"The answer is fight." She shouted, springing in between Metis and him.
"Good evening." Though this might have been likely turning into a fight, that didn't make her manners any less... automatic. Kicking herself slightly for actually responding to the General's.... greeting, her body adjusted. Despite the skirts and heels, her pose became a clearly defensive one. Preparing for the inevitable. Even after the General gave his... options.
Run. Or die.
Neither option was particularly delightful. Her eyes narrowed a bit as she kept her head turned towards the copper figures. Or rather.... copper blob.
It didn't matter how many times she did it. Squinting her physical eyes did nothing to clarify her magical vision, nor did blinking them repeatedly to try and clear the blurring from the figures. The copper silhouettes blurred and blending. Sure she could sense there was a General and a youma there. But she couldn't exactly... tell them apart. Well sort of.
It was a bizarre shape of a man merging into something on... four legs? Something like that. She wasn't entirely sure what she was seeing for the youma.
The new voice answered the General before Metis could. The voice... gave a small pain in her chest, and Metis had to smother the disappointment that it wasn't Iris. No. This wasn't the time to mope. Gathering herself, she moved forward carefully, meaning to support whatever action the Eternal planned to take next. "I second the motion."
Pixie Nyxie
Kuropeco
Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 9:15 am
He recognized one of them; her colors were familiar, as was the lilt to her voice, defiant and unyielding. The other, the less strong one, was simply a senshi with light powers, and Aurostibite's look in her direction was relatively dismissive.
The more powerful one - Methone - was in front now, and Aurostibite's lip curled momentarily, his head tilting slightly to the side so that his dark head of hair came tumbling over one of his shoulders. The medals on his chest gleamed in the moonlight, and Behellagh gave a growl of impatience.
"Die it is," said Aurostibite and swept his hand forward. The youma leapt, snarling and snapping, careening towards Methone - and then going around her, its jaws open and intent on biting the weaker senshi instead.
"I keep telling you that's not how you get the ladies, Aurostibite!" She couldn't leave the other senshi to take on the general but she also couldn't....leave her to be attacked by beast.
"It's coming for you?" She yelled moving in the same line of sight of the beast.
Kuropeco
Kaefaux
Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2016 5:38 pm
Soon as the youma started moving, Metis began to ready her magic. It made sense in her mind anyways. She'd deal with the youma. The stronger senshi would deal with the General. It just... made sense to her.
"I got it, you keep your focus on him," she called back to the Eternal. Even as the other senshi's silhouette moved, Metis... well. She assumed she'd moved behind the youma, towards where its master was. The two silhouettes blurred and meshed together, and Metis could only respond to what she... well. Thought she saw.
"Mind's Eye Vision!" Metis threw the white orb of magic towards the silhouette of the youma. Maybe the creature might not get too distracted by strange jumbled visions but hey. Worth a shot.
Pixie Nyxie
Magic~
Once the orb vanishes into the target, they would find themselves bombarded with unintelligible, jumbled, and all around random visions of... the future? The visions in their head would come in such a rapid succession that focusing on the present could be quite difficult, though not necessarily impossible. The visions last for 10 seconds.
He let out a derisive snort, annoyance flashing across Aurostibite's face. Sad to say, but he'd almost forgotten about this particular senshi's tendency towards spitting out nonsense, and he had not missed it in the slightest.
But both she and the other had quite enough to be distracted about. Behellagh had lunged towards the weaker senshi, jaws snapping as a screech of determination ran through it, a flap of wings and a flurry of feathers following in its wake.
The orb sank into her. Aurostibite's lip curled, starting forward, but the attack didn't seem to have severely damaged his youma, at least outwardly. She was snarling still, but staggering and stumbling as though uncertain as to where she was, whines of fury falling from her jaw.
There was a flash of silver, and from the space Aurostibite pulled his weapons. The gleaming, winged tonfa were gripped in his hands, and he had turned to face Methone now, eyes darkening.
