ShadowedFlames
Chibi Senshi
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Post by ShadowedFlames on Nov 24, 2012 16:29:08 GMT -6
[Sailor Mars: Welp, it's your funeral.]
She could almost feel the tension vibrating from her Blades of War as she closed in. Soon, glorious battle would be joined, and she would finally be able to let herself go. All she had to do was get to the interloper and--
What the--?
Another gust of wind spun her around, but this time Mars was somewhat ready for it. She spun in the direction the wind was proceeding, using the momentum to her advantage as she changed directions without even a pause.
She had a little bit of distance to close, but she was tired of just moving toward the enemy. It was time she fought back. "It's time you felt the heat...DYNAMITE RAVE!"
As soon as the ball of fire left her immediate area, she charged forward, the adrenaline flowing as she hoped Miss Windbags would drop right where Mars wanted her to go...right into melee range and into the waiting arms of a person ready for the dance of death.
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Post by tenka on Nov 25, 2012 11:31:12 GMT -6
[[ Lachesis ]]
Lachesis was glad for his mistress' intervention. He wouldn't have reacted quickly enough and would have been quite sorry for it. As his mistress attacked with another puff of wind, he turned to look for his new mistress. Aphrodite seemed well enough occupied and in control against her opponent. He turned back to Hermes and watched for an opportunity to aid her. As the red senshi summoned forth red flames, aimed at Hermes, Lachesis moved to pull her away, but was distracted by a brilliant glint in the corner of his eye.
The approaching shower of what seemed to be shards of ice or glass was rapidly coming upon him and he had to dive to the side, further increasing the distance between him and his mistresses. He was not able to get away unscathed, however. Several shards pierced his left leg, his good leg, and dropped him hard where he landed.
He cried out in this unfathomable pain. In his short existence, he had not yet been so brutally injured. He pulled his damaged leg to himself and cradled it. In this movement, he found himself disturbed. Where he was injured, no ruby red blood flowed. No, instead it seemed as though his blood was as black as tar, contrasting violently with his white suit. In his shock, he sat there, tenderly cradling his leg.
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Minxie
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Post by Minxie on Nov 25, 2012 11:47:27 GMT -6
{ Calla Charmian :: One-track mind. }
The dagger didn't hit home, but Aphrodite wasn't worried; she had another, and in any case she had hardly expected the fight to end so quickly. Indeed, she would have been most disappointed if it had done.
"How do you know who I am?!"
"How could I not know the little thief who stole from me what is rightfully mine?" She countered, a feral grin on her lips. "Shall we dance, Venus?" She asked, her second dagger flying towards thee senshi even as she called the first one back to her.
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pysi
Chibi Senshi
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Post by pysi on Nov 27, 2012 18:57:59 GMT -6
(Sailor Hermes - ugh)
Hermes was watching everything carefully when her shadow returned to her area. It had seen the shadow warrior. Before Hermes could thing, an attack came out of the area the bird had talked about. It hit Lachesis in the leg, putting him to the ground. Hermes could barely react when she felt the flame come at her. She barely got out of the way, the fire singing a bit of her hair. "How dare you!" Hermes blood began to boil. She was getting pissed off beyond belief. She was ready to fight more, but wondered slightly if they were to far out numbered. Wind attacks were not working well enough around some of these faster then they used to be senshi. She backed up a bit to get slightly closer to Aphordite.
"Where is Luna when she is useful!"
Hermes watched as Lachesis was bleeding out from whatever hit him. "You need to get out of here now! You are of no use in that condition!"
With that, Hermes sent out blasts of wind energy from her reappearing scythe at Mars and toward the area of the hidden figure,
(Daci Nicolescu - What is going on)Daci hid behind a tree, watching carefully. Something drew her, but she just couldn't understand why. Something also called her to hide and be careful.
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Post by Lissa on Dec 2, 2012 18:50:28 GMT -6
(This will be edited when I get home, mostly for formatting purposes.)
Misae looked around, making sure that most of the people in line her were safe. She counted, and from her memory, anyway, there were people missing. She had no idea WHY she was concerned: she'd figure that out later. Besides, she was fairly sure her handlers/PR people would be ecstatic for the good press.
She scanned the crowd, then sighed. She at least found one: the stall keeper. He was clinging on to the remnants of the stall, trying not to fly away.
Muttering a multitude of curses, both in Japanese and English, she made her way out to him. Hopefully she could either get him away from the stall or stop something worse from happening.
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Post by tenka on Dec 4, 2012 8:50:00 GMT -6
[[ Lachesis ]]
Lachesis didn't like that order, not entirely. He was showing weakness in front of his mistresses, after having impressed them with his abilities. He wanted to stay and protect them, as he was told he must do.
But then, there was this pain... And his mistress was right. He couldn't do anything like this. He propped himself up and put his weight on his right leg. It was normally his mediocre leg, but now he had to put everything into it. He pushed himself up and lurched forward, hoping to put weight on his left leg, but the moment he did he toppled forward. Desperately, he looked around for an alternative. Everyone involved in the fight seemed occupied, so Lachesis started crawling away.
As he did, his white uniform was replaced by his plaid suit, which was quickly marred by his tar-like blood. He was almost to the stalled when a quick red-head flew by him. He ducked to avoid being stepped on, and then continued his crawl.
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ShadowedFlames
Chibi Senshi
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Post by ShadowedFlames on Dec 5, 2012 13:21:49 GMT -6
[Sailor Mars: Starting to hate the wind right about now...]
Mars had gotten in perfect range; a good leap would give her the momentum to overbear the wind-user and really go to town on her. So intent was she on getting into melee range that she didn't see the wind shear until it was nearly too late.
Mars got blasted by the gust of wind, and tried to roll with the momentum, but failed to account for the leaves and dirt that the moving air disturbed despite being a couple of feet above the ground. She rolled on the ground, using the momentum to get back to a vertical base quicker, but some of the loose dirt got in her eyes, blinding her as the leaves blew into her face to further exacerbate the problem. Staying on one knee, she pulled her right hand out of her katar and tried to clear her eyes, leaving her vulnerable as she tried to clear the debris and try to get back in the fight before someone came along to blindside her.
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Minxie
Super Senshi
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Post by Minxie on Dec 6, 2012 19:19:10 GMT -6
{ Koray Ignis :: YIKES! }
The whole situation was like something out of a sentai movie, only Koray was pretty sure he would have been informed if filming was going to decimate the festival. He clung onto the remains of the stall, desperately trying to understand just what was going on.
He looked up as someone came over towards him, and squinted through the dust and debris as he heard her swearing up a storm in more than one language. He couldn't say he blamed her!
"You might want to get down, ma'am!" He called, coughing as he breathed in a mouthful of dust. "Eurgh..."
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Post by Lissa on Dec 11, 2012 19:22:50 GMT -6
Misae looked at the blonde man, a look of obvious displeasure and un-amusement on her face. Was he kidding?
"Uh, no," she replied. She tried to not be catty, but it didn't work. "I'm here to help get your ass to safety before you get killed by a moon cake or something.
"Besides," she continued, casting a look towards the white haired man she nearly tripped over, "I might need help with him."
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Minxie
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Post by Minxie on Dec 18, 2012 20:59:27 GMT -6
{ Koray Ignis :: Oh, now this just isn't good, by any stretch of the imagination...! }
Koray blinked in surprise, wondering how the young woman could be so calm in the face of low-flying debris and scary, angry, weirdly-clad women. He shrugged inwardly, assuming that maybe some women were just tougher than he was used to, and kept a good grip on what was left of his stall. He would have made a further comment, perhaps even crawled under what was left of the poor stall, until she pointed out the wounded man lying on the floor.
Seeing someone so clearly injured knocked Koray's mind from "Argh the WIND I'ma FLY AWAY ARGH" to "Holy hell someone needs help!" and he untangled himself from the stall remains, hurrying against the stiff wind towards the woman and the floored man.
"What can I do to help?" He asked as soon as he was close.
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Post by tenka on Dec 21, 2012 8:45:08 GMT -6
[[ Tristan - Helping... Me? ]]
When the yellow-haired man came to his side, Tristan was too stunned for words. This man wanted to help, but hadn't he seen Tristan helping those who would cause them harm? Or had his change in clothing done so to disguise his appearance? Either way, thought help would have been greatly appreciated, Tristan could not risk any more harm to his precious humans than he already had through his Mistress' wills.
"No, no- Go and hide!" Tristan sputtered, grasping for the right words. "I will only cause you harm! Leave me!" He dared to close his right eye but for a moment and saw a dreadfully purple line of destiny connecting the red-haired woman, who had been with the yellow-haired man, to his mistresses. An enemy... When he closed his left eye, for a slightly longer moment, that violet line was replaced by a golden one leading to the foes opposite his mistresses. He shook his head. "I'll be fine; Go and take cover from-"-Those maniacs!-"-Those strange women! Go!"
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Post by Lissa on Dec 22, 2012 19:00:59 GMT -6
Misae shook her head, effectively ignoring the white haired man's pleas. "Are you NUTS?!?" She motioned to the group of dressed up women. "I don't know what the Hell THEY'RE doing, but you're hurt. We need to get you to safety."
Looking over at the cake maker, she said, "You go on one side, and I'll go on the other. Then, on the count of three, we'll pick him up and move him to safety. That sound like a plan?"
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Minxie
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Post by Minxie on Jan 19, 2013 10:40:57 GMT -6
[[ Koray Ignis --- My brain hurts ]]
"A plan indeed." Koray agreed, shaking his head at the little rant from the wounded man before them. "He needs a hospital, pretty quickly." He added, frowning slightly at the state of him. "Looks like the crazy fighting women are distracted. Might be an idea to shift now." He leaned down and slipped one arm around the man's waist. "On three?" He suggested.
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Post by Lissa on Jan 23, 2013 6:30:14 GMT -6
Misae LaFleur//To safety!
Misae nodded, and wrapped her arm around the injured man's other side. "Yes, he really needs a doctor. On three." She counted to three, and lifted the white-haired man up. "Now, how do we get him some medical assistance? I mean, I have a car here, but with this wind, who knows if it's even in a drivable condition, you know?" With a very sarcastic chuckle, she added, "For all I know right now, there's a tree laying on top of him."
EDIT: Added missing words to make sentences make sense! (I love my phone and the fact that it seems to put in words that aren't anywhere close to what I tried to spell out.)
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Minxie
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Post by Minxie on Jan 23, 2013 16:04:41 GMT -6
[[ Koray Ignis --- Don't even joke about it ]]
Koray worked out, and it kinda showed when he had to do physical things, like setting up a stall, or lifting an injured man. He grimaced at the idea of a decimated car, and pursed his lips.
"My father dropped me off here. If we can take this man far enough from this mess, I can call him and have him take us to the hospital."
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