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Hurst

If there was ever a time he wished he was somewhere else, it was now.

Stepping into the corridor, Hurst thought he caught a glimpse of a Negaverse agent before he disappeared. His brows knitted. Of course the Negaverse was involved. That strong sweep of lethargy that got him in the waiting room---he had been drained. s**t.

The comfort and warmth of Noah's hand in his was both a reassurance and a curse. If something happened...it wasn't just him who would be paying the consequences. The man tried the nearest door in the corridor, but found it locked. Ah. So perhaps, this was where that key they picked up would come in handy?

Hurst tried a few doors until he found one that the gold key seemed to fit into. "You doing alright, Noah?" He asked, checking in on the girl as he glanced back to see if anyone from reception was tagging along with them.

Felicity Allen [not yet powered up]

Felicity wasn't sure when she lost sight of her two new (very nervous) companions- was it when the weird nurse came in? Or when they all began to shuffle through a door?

She hadn't even had the chance to tell them her name!

With a sigh, she ran her fingers over the edges of her henshin pen in her pocket- idly wondering if she should power up and see if she could find a way out. Maybe a higher ranking officer would be there and be able to teleport them out?

Yellow eyes glanced down at her very broken wrist and she was now a little worried that it wouldn't be fixed tonight and that was probably pretty terrible.

Oh dear.

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The moment she got the chance, Desdemona cast her mask aside and transformed into Amphitrite - and even if things weren't completely over yet, she still felt more at ease standing there in her own skin. She was an eternal senshi now, after all, more powerful than she had ever been. Her grip on her partner's hand did not ease; for one thing, he had the key. For another, they were walking into more chaos, and she was responsible for them being there in the first place. It wouldn't do to lose him.

"I swear, if this is Negaverse, heads are going to roll when we get out of here, " she murmured more to herself than anyone else. She was glancing around the room, trying to get her bearings, when she realized she recognized one of the generals standing there in the room. Without meaning to, she stared hard for a long moment, and if not for the flashing red of the lights, the way the color drained from her face would have been immediately obvious.

Leucite.

She hadn't seen him. Hadn't heard a word. She'd thought he was gone. He was supposed to be gone.

For a moment, the grip of her hand was painfully tight. Her jaw set and she tore her gaze away. "Which door is your key for? Can you tell?"

Alphonse Wingates-St. Grey to Erytheia

Alphonse took one last look behind him as he entered the hallway and left the only examination room and its strange encounter with it.

How had it reached this point? This had all started with a simple cut on his hand, an urgent care visit and then... that nurse. It didn’t make any sense at all.

As he emerged into the hall, the blaring sirens and sudden flashing of light caused him to shield his eyes. It had been so dark before. His eyes needed a moment to adjust as his pupils took in the pulsing red light. He squinted and saw the others and realized just how many people were now involved and not a one of them looked like they had found any help on the other side of their encounters with the staff at this so-called center.

Something was wrong and now - despite his assures to Toren - he was wondering if he really could guarantee that they would get treatment, walk out of this clinic or even that everything would be ‘okay’...

There was one way he could make sure the promise he had made to the man would become reality. He could summon his weapon. Transform into a knight. Become Erytheia.

But that would mean not being Alphonse. Not being the very man that had made such a large promise. Being someone else. The man would never know what he was doing or would do because he would cease being recognizable to him from the second he changed onward.

Yet what hope did he have protecting the fearful man as he was now? To fulfill the true meaning of his words, he would need to seemingly abandon the very person he had just moments ago told he would protect.

All Alphonse knew is that, if he didn’t transform now while he had the cover of chaos and panic, he may not get any another chance without risking exposing his identity.

He would have to make that choice now and hope for forgiveness later.

Slipping out of sight, if only for a moment, he called forth his weapon and allowed himself to transform.

Then, back among the confusion and din of the hallway, the squire of Cosmos looked to Toren once more and tried the copper key on the nearest door.

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Briar Mackenzie > Chibi Super Sailor Oort

It hadn't been that hard to find somewhere secluded enough to power up, not with the way that people were making a beeline for the exit of the room that they had all been trapped in–

Although it kind of made it hard to spot the guy that Raleigh, who was now Skadi, had suggested they follow - or his companions.

Oort didn't regret it though, because he felt better for having powered up, even if it was for the second time today because for all he knew there could be more people like the greying desk-jerk lurking around - and whilst there was equally the chance that there wasn't, Oort certainly wasn't going to rule it out–

Because this place was creepy with a capital 'C' and the eerie on-off flicker of the emergency lights weren't really helping.

Reddish eyes glanced around at the people, before Oort turning towards Skadi as he asked "Did you see which direction that guy went?"

Eyes looked over the room as he waited for the door to allow him to pull it open, key card doors were finicky as hell. He hated key cards. All magnets and clicking and waiting for the RFID chip to get processed by the scanner and god help you if anything went wrong with the chip. That's why the gym had a solid deadbolt on everything except the service entrance because that was a bay door and came with bolt locks on the inside. He caught a flash of long green hair, squinting in the flashing red lights, he wasn't sure if he'd recognized the corrupt senshi at first, but a few glances in her directions and he was pretty sure. He doubted she could see it, but he gave a nod in her general directions as he spoke to Stibnite.

"Twice now," He said coolly, keeping his voice down. "Like I said at the start of this venture, I'm going to have someone's balls for this."

When the Captain approached his demeanor became more business like and less husbandly, bowing his head to her as she spoke.

"Captain," He said with an equally cool, but polite tone. "Good to see you." He recognized her from his classes and was glad to see she'd become promoted. She'd been one of the few - in his opinion - that should have been on the fast track for it, she had a good head on her shoulders from what he remembered.

"I'm hoping you're not a part of this absolute farce," he asked, tone questioning and pointed. He was not afraid to make his opinion of this particular operation known.

Otto had made the change half a second after Desdemona, and as the two made their way into a new hallway it was captain Nissonite that stood beside the lovely corrupt hand in hand as they searched for a way to get the ******** out of there.

She looked differently than he remembered her, but since that fateful night at the carnival she'd gone up in rank, gained power and status. She was beautiful. Fierce and capable and dangerous. If they'd been anywhere but here he'd have taken the moment to tell her so. To draw her in close so the hum of her magic danced across his skin.

But now was certainly not the time.

The captain shook his head, trying to clear it. The adrenaline rush was fading, and the exhaustion he felt before that damn nurse had come in to attack them was rolling back in now that they were safe again. Relatively. "I think I got drained," he huffed irritably, agreeing with her that there'd be hell to pay if they'd gotten caught in the cross fires of some damn Negaverse operation.

"Ah! Dang girl," he winced as she squeezed his hand hard enough to make the bones creak, and he tugged at his hand once before noting set of her jaw a second before she was bringing his attention back to the key in his free hand. But he'd seen that look, followed her line of sight to the large general at the other end of the hall. He didn't know why he made her so nervous, but he didn't like it.

"It's bronze," he sounded distracted before tearing his gaze from the general as well to look down at the old fashioned key. "I say we look for a look to match it."