Zircon did not waste time on lingering in the ruins of the monument--in the absence of a common enemy, those in assembly would start to turn on each other, and she had no interest in fighting when her team was tired and injured. She stepped forward and the rest of the world moved to accommodate her will, depositing them all in a quaint living room decorated with family photos and framed records on chamomile blue walls. It would have perhaps been smarter for Zircon to pull them all to Negaspace, which would no doubt have medical resources and officers on hand to assist in debriefing them, but she didn't want to be one of a gaggle of officers all looking to get healed. She wanted to be home.
"Glamours down," the general quipped, dismissing her own with a quick swipe of her hand. Without her heels and boomerang and furred collar, Suri looked even more petite than her alter ego, fatigue straining her expression, and she leaned against a bar separating the room they were in from the kitchen. She took a moment to breathe, to steady the way her head swam after the exertion of carrying multiple people, and then she started to move, walking slowly into the kitchen where she searched the shelves in her pantry until she found a wicker basket of medical supplies, which she carried back to the bar.
"I'm going to start a report and catch my breath, and then I'll see to getting you all home," she sighed, rummaging through the boxes for peroxide, bandages, and aspirin. While she might not have been eager to make another series of jumps so soon, she knew better than to try and let loose a number of green recruits with so many white moon forces out on the streets at once. It was safer to tend to them now and ferry them to safety in a few minutes, when she wasn't feeling so lightheaded.
"In the meanwhile, just...make yourselves at home, don't mind the cat if you see him," she said, pouring a number of tablets from a plastic bottle and downing them without counting the exact amount. Her phone would be in her purse at Renegade, as would her car...frowning, she summoned her tablet pen from subspace and expanded it to its full screen, tabbing through her contacts. She'd check in with Labyrinthite first, and then the sovereigns, who would want a more thorough report while her memory of the events was fresh.
To: Labyrinthite
Turns out the tower was an offworld containment facility. Order and Chaos both captured, but the facility is destroyed. Have Fafnir, Sweetite, and Sinoite with me--will follow up with a full report.
Pixie Nyxie
for Sino
Ghouliboo
for Sweet
Whimsical Blue
for Fafnir (if he wanted to join!)
Nuxaz
for Laby mention
Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2018 9:30 pm
Being unceremoniously dropped into Ms. Ellis's apartment was not what Sweetite had imagined doing after leaving the monument but she knew better than to question her boss about anything nowadays.
The order was swift and she complied without question. Gone was the flapper dress and the arrangement of feathers, leaving a redhead in a cream colored blouse and a short black skirt in the middle of her commanding officer's living room. And, judging by the craziness they'd just endured as a group together, she could only imagine how horrific her hair had to look.
Eeek!
Hands flew up to tend to the potential mess, combing and brushing as best she could as pink eyes glanced around for any sort of reflective surface. Once she was finally assured that her hair was tamable and not a figurative rat's nest, Queenie's attention returned to the situation at hand - and the fact her direct competition was still lingering in the room with her.
"Is there anything I can do to help you, ma'am?" Her voice carried its way through the room, a note of eagerness in the words.
Sinoite didn't know how to feel about teleportation, his exprience with it was really minimal. As they were teleported right in her apartment, Sinoite powered down just like she ordered. The artist, dressed in ragged jeans and paint stained shirt, as he had been painting before hand looked down and sniffled. Paint was a calming scent. What was not calming was that he was barefoot still, and his ribs ached in a way that he didn't know how to muster.
He really wanted to go to urgent care. As aspirin was offered, the lieutenant reached for them first, greedily taking four and dry swallowing them.
Unlike Sweety, who had taken no damage besides to her looks, the man's body was heaving with pain.
"I can go home by myself general." He didn't feel any less intimidated by the smaller woman, if anything remembering that at a moments turn she could shift and have his starseed in the grasp of her hand.
Plus if she took him home, he wouldn't be able to go to the ER. He drew a shaky hand to draw the shirt up, where glamours didn't hide the purple and blue bruising. He drew it back down, gaze wandering over the group, especially over Fafnir before moving ever so slowly towards the door.
Ghouliboo
Whimsical Blue
AMItotic
Posted: Thu May 24, 2018 2:15 pm
Teleportation was still an odd way to travel, disorienting to be in one place and then another with little more than a sickening shimmer to the world around him before it firmed again.
Zircon... Suri dropped her powered form as soon as they arrived, as did the others, and he slowly followed suit, relaxing his grip on the power inside of him till it faded away. The dark purple clothes were replaced with neat slacks and a comfortable button up, the sleeves rolled up to bare his forearms. Unlike Sweetite, his hair was neatly in order still, bound in the thick brain that lay over his shoulder.
While the others gathered about their General, Trey was silent as he followed her into the kitchen, not waiting for the permission she gave to start opening and closing cupboards until he found glasses that he set out on the counter. There was another moment, a rush of air as he cracked the fridge and freezer open, and then ice tinkled as it fell into the glasses, followed by the gurgle of clear water. It was a bit of a stretch, to wrap his long fingers around all four, but he managed well enough, bringing it back to the bar Suri rested on to plunk them down.
The other man, and Suri herself, seemed quite happy to toss back pills dry, but his nose wrinkled faintly in distaste at the thought. Not that he needed it. It was his luck that none of the monsters had considered him enough of a threat to attack, so he'd gotten off with little more than some sore fingertips after shocks from the computer.
"I'll call a car, if you don't mind." He said as he lifted a glass to drink from it, his hand already dipping into his slacks for his phone. He winced as he thumbed it on, his lips twisting. "Teleportation is a luxury I'm not quite... used to."
Between scrolling through his messaged and drinking his water, he took the chance finally to look around them, taking in the private space of a person he had only ever known the surface of. It was... granny-ish, to be sure, but at the same time... he couldn't say it didn't fit her. Or rather, seeing it revealed a new faucet to the girl he'd known when they were kids, now grown.
"Oh? Do you plan on just walking there in that condition?" Suri frowned at Ashley, at the ugly mottled way his torso was turning purple, and her nose crinkled. She knew what Labyrinthite would say--that she had been irresponsible, that she had tolerated watching one of her own lieutenants get injured in her presence, that she was disappointing as she had always been. But she had little time to wallow in self-depreciation, not when Ashley was making longing eyes for the door and shuffling around in his hobo-clothes like he was thinking of actually leaving.
(Why wasn't he wearing *shoes*?)
"Sit." Suri motioned for a quilt-covered loveseat, more an order than a suggestion. To Queenie, she inclined her head and nodded, "Be a dear and make an ice pack? Ziplocs will be in the drawer to the right of the sink." And then she was moving again, shuffling towards a closed door beyond the kitchen and disappearing into a darkened room. She returned a moment with what looked like it might have been an antique jewelry box, except when she clicked the latch and opened the lid the contents softly glowed.
"Take this, don't drop it," Suri retorted, moving into Ashley's space to deposit a small energy orb between his hands. It would be a bother to replenish her quota, but it was a punishment she deserved for letting one of her own be harmed under her watch. "It will take some of the edge off, help with the healing."
She looked back to Trey, her eyes staring hard at his phone so that she might not be tempted to study how he somehow managed to look so effortlessly composed even after their evening. Of course he was trying to leave, too--Suri had nothing to offer him here. He was casting some sort of judgement on her choice of wall decoration, certainly, and it only darkened her glower, placing the jewelry box on the counter with more force than may have been strictly necessary.
"If you insist," Suri glowered, because Trey was Chase's project and it was not her place to say where he could and couldn't be. She focused on the two that were in her charge, holding a second orb for Queenie should she need the pick-me-up and nestling a red-colored jewel between her teeth. She bit down, exhaled, and then with some of the color returned to her cheeks, she returned to her tablet, starting to type.
From under the living room table, a pair of citrus colored eyes watched the proceedings and definitely cast some sort of judgement on them all.
Ghouliboo
Pixie Nyxie
Whimsical Blue
Posted: Sun May 27, 2018 1:44 am
Eager as always to please her superior (and make her peer look inept and inadequate), Queenie seized the opportunity and began rummaging in the direction Ms. Ellis had pointed her in for the ice packaging. It didn't take long to find what she needed, ice soon filling the container before self-manicured nails sealed the bag tightly shut.
"Ma'am," she murmured quietly, offering the bag over to the older woman while eyes continued to glance away, studying both Ashley and Trey.
Ashley was a pitiful sight to endure (who went shoeless in someone else's home?) but Trey looked about as distinguished as she could imagine a fellow senshi to be, once powered down. He seemed almost eager to leave the apartment, though, which brought a soft frown across the young woman's face.
She was so distracted with his comment that she almost missed the orb she was being offered - a curious looking ball, one she'd become all-too familiar with over the past few weeks. Gingerly she brought it up to her lips, popping the orb into her mouth and swallowing it like an oversized pill. Almost instantly, she felt a burst of energy - like she'd just woken up - and the redhead's shoulders straightened up within seconds. "Thank you, ma'am."
"No. Yes." Ashley crinkled his nose in response, shoulders sagging. His goal had been to escape while he could, and even if it meant powering back up to Sin to get home, he would've rather that then be at the mercy of the general's hands. And Queenies. Who knew what the flamingo senshi was capable of too?
He did sit and tried to sit as stiffly and proper as possible since both Trey and Queenie seemed to hold an aura quite different then his own right now. He had been painting and then drawn to the tower.
"Thank you general." He took the orb and felt it ease the bruising, sapping into his body with a warm heat and working on the ribs. "I didn't realize that we could use energy too." Currently he saved all energy quota's for turning into Zircon, and never knew they could be used on themselves.
The edge of pain was taken, but it did nothing to comfort the man who felt quite out of place here. That was, until he saw the citrus colored eyes and blinked in response. Suri had a cat?
"Here here kitty kitty." He called over to it.
Ghouliboo
Whimsical Blue
AMItotic
Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2018 11:23 am
As much as Trey was here and knew Suri well enough, he felt strangely ostracized. These were her subordinates, and he wasn't one of them. He wasn't even, if he wanted to get technical, anything more than an old acquaintance to her anyway, since there wasn't enough in their recent interactions for him to justify putting the label of 'friends' on what they were. So why Suri looked more than a little annoyed at his call, which he'd done to save her the exhausting effort of teleporting him home, he had no idea.
Had he presumed too much? Stepped on her toes? It was a mystery, and he put it firmly aside for now. His blue eyes watched idly as the three bustled about recovering and tending wounds, his fingers loose around the glass of water he was making himself slowly drink.
The energy orbs were as much a surprise to him as to the other man and his interest sharpened as they were handed out like candy, or medicine. The two who ate them seemed to instantly perk up and he wondered. The energy came from other people, taking the forms of the orbs he saw in her hands when they were pulled from a body. He'd assumed the negaverse needed that to run things the way the country depended on more mundane fuels... and he wondered now if maybe that energy played some role in their own power. Magic had to come from somewhere right? Not everyone had it, or super strength and speed.
"It'll be a while before my car arrives. Is there... anything I can do? And is there anything you know about that... place that captured us? I saw Order there too... so it wasn't something of theirs. Or ours." He said, his tone measured and thoughtful.
Wordlessly, Suri took the ice pack from Queenie's careful hands, but she gave a grateful nod all the same, leaning forward into Ashley's space. "Lift your shirt, put this on it," she ordered, frowning--not at him, but herself, for not training them properly, for not having better tactics, for not letting him heal when he had the chance. But how was she to know that their machines would be safe, given that it was a containment facility? Wouldn't that be precisely the sort of ruse to lull someone into false security, only to whisk them away for whatever purpose?
"We can, but it isn't ideal," she explained, shaking her head to rid herself of the aftertaste of another's life between her lips. "The energy we collect is best placed in Metallia's hands, but in a pinch it can help you evade otherwise unpleasant situations. Metallia will forgive you if you have to spend some quota to keep yourselves alive--a dead soldier is a useless soldier."
She thought about the weeks where she was unsure if her hands would ever set right, the way they'd quivered and shaken when she'd tried to draw energy for the first time after the bandages were removed. But she had no choice but to teach herself to move and drain and harvest again--Suri was well aware of what consequences of being useless were. It was a fate she would not resign to any of her team.
Trey's voice broke her from the reverie, and she pinched the bridge of her nose while she thought. "I'm not sure," she answered, and she hated that answer, because it meant there were still things about their world that she would have no chance to comprehend. "But I know there are forces that exist beyond the dichotomy of our war. Strange dream worlds, creatures from the mirror...it's naive to assume we'll only ever have to defend ourselves from one source."
It was so much to think about, too much, and she would have to distill it down into something sensible for her report later on. Suri sighed. This was starting to become more rote than she would have liked.
"You can see to each other, make sure you're all tended to," Suri responded, her gaze still sharp when she looked at Trey. "If you prefer to take cars, you may. If you prefer to stay here and rest, you may. I need to write to the sovereigns, to ensure we're...better prepared, should this happen again." She limped away to the kitchen and sat alone at a table, typing away with a pursed-lip expression.
The citrus eyes glowered at Ashley from under their hideaway, then slowly a large grey and brown cat padded into the light, watching the strange intruders with wide eyes. He hopped to the edge of the loveseat, stepped across Ashley's torso, and then slunk into the kitchen following his caretaker.
Ghouliboo
We can fade/do exits here
Pixie Nyxie
Just to get this out of the way
Whimsical Blue
Apologies for flaking
Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2019 11:07 am
It felt like a dismssal, and it probably was. Leaving to take up a station at the table said it clearly enough. It left Trey at a loss and he retreated from their space, slinking across the living room to take a seat on the end of her couch.
Tonight had been a mess, but they'd survived it. Would it happen again? He didn't have enough experience to know. He didn't like that idea... another reason to be... unhappy with being pulled into all of this. Damn Chase.
The water held no appeal and his phone claimed all of his attention, emails from clients and texts from his mother more than enough to give him something to occupy himself until his driver came to pick him up.
