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Posted: May 19 2017, 04:48 PM
Looking back on it, it's hard to believe that that day started so innocently.
He cannot help but to return to this place, to where it all begin, to where he feels sick and happy. Has he returned out of nostalgia alone? No, he has changed since then. The hollow feel of emptiness is only half-filled, occupied by the affection from his newly acquired ‘family’. The Makaiju. Ail, An, and the litter of friends the Kinesian Blossom has created just for him.
So then, why does he still ache?
Azabu Public Hospital was a far cry from its former glory. But he liked it better this way with a sprinkling of pink flowers, friends. This was the place Fiore had met his very first friend, Mamoru. The place that they made a promise.
Promises were not meant to be broken.
Fiore wafted into the hospitals abandoned halls, finding the exact place with a uncanny precision. (How could he forget?) The room numbers the same as before. The room, however, was unsettling empty.Quiet. Alone.
He knew all about loneliness.
Ail had An, and together they had the tree. They did accept and love him as a brother but it wasn’t ...enough. It did not mend the tear Mamoru had left on his heart. What about their promise? Did he not approve of all the flowers he had gotten for him? Or was it something else? Was it someone else? Why? “Why Mamoru?” His voice echoed in the empty building. The sound of silence was the opposite of comforting.
Fiore wept. He dropped to his knees, cape pooling around him on the floor. He had finally found him, after all his wanting. And Mamoru left him. Alone. Again. And with every heave of his chest, the pain carved deeper. His tears streamed down his face and split upon the open earth. In place of each teardrop sprouted a virulent pink flower. Fiore sobbed, giving life to more and more blossoms until he was surrounded by a circle of his own sad machinations.
HOW TO PLAY: Subsequent posts will include an objection which must be met to proceed. Play close attention to the posts for clues as to what to do next. Some actions within this mission may be timed, so do make sure to check in frequently.
To be awarded individually when requirement is met.
Posted: May 20 2017, 02:10 PM
There was a disturbance in the winds. After Michiru told Haruka to listen to the sky's breathing, Haruka did her best to at least try. Most of the time she heard only the gentle breeze across her ears. Other times though she heard... something. The faintness of a whisper that drifted closer to her heart than to her head. The wind wanted to act as messenger to Uranus, but she still could not interpret the messages, at least not in any clear sense. It all came as vague inklings, nothing concrete.
This time, however, things were different. While still not obvious or direct, the winds did carry a message that something wrong was occurring. Haruka, spending time working on her car, stood up straight as the air carried their message. They gave her a direction, nothing more, but it was enough for her to go on. Taking up her motorcycle, Haruka sped through the streets of Tokyo to where the disturbance lay.
Azabu Public Hospital. What should have been a place for healing the sick and wounded, especially at this time, remained little more than a ruin. It looked like something out of a horror movie. Haruka parked her motorcycle a several blocks away; she did not want the engine to draw attention to her. She thought of calling Michiru for backup, but two things stopped her. For starters, Haruka wanted to evaluate the threat before getting Michiru involved.
Secondly, if she could protect Michiru from harm, she would do so. Michiru would not like it, but it was easier to ask forgiveness.
Once the hospital was in sight, Haruka looked for a vantage point. She saw several large trees in the area. Hiding behind one, Haruka peeked over to look at building. Nothing, yet the disturbed feeling she received did not dissipate.
Haruka kept close to the tree as she considered her options. Keeping an eye on the front door, she held the Uranus lip rod close, ready to transform should to time call for it.
Posted: May 22 2017, 11:37 AM
A premonition lead her here. The seas were restless, tempestuously beckoning, and its maiden could not resist the call. She rode the wave, allowing it to carry her to the center of the storm, a place that held little importance in today’s desolate age. Well, perhaps not to her, but for another? - this place was a memorial of sadness.
Just as she had many moons ago, Sailor Neptune shadowed the inhuman. She was more vigilant than ever. A ripened moon eclipsed her movements. Tenebrous, stealthy. Presentment lead her here, an abandoned hospital; a burning diligence would end it here as well. Neptune would not make the same error twice.
Dropping to the rooftop, she watched the alien as he wandered, seemingly without purpose, through the deserted building. Neptune was not within earshot, however, his despondency was apparent in his posture. His caped shoulders slumped, defeated, and he fell to the ground sobbing. The sensi of affinity watched in complete apathy; whatever his grievances, they were nothing compared to the radical transformation his kind forced upon the country. She didn’t give a damn.
She moved on tiptoe, crouching low to the ceiling to watch as teardrops blossomed into more of those noxious pink flowers. Was this a defense mechanism? Surely, Neptune could take a few weeds. She would drown them in a bath of primordial energies and suffocate him as he once tried on her. She clenched gloved hands into fist, primed to jump down and surprise this lovesick fool. When - something shifted the elements, immediately catching her attention. Neptune spun on heel, coming to face something hidden within the foliage.
And though she could not see whatever lay there, she knew it was another person. Watching. Her? Or the being beneath them? The winds picked up and her hair undulated like a tidal wave behind her. Rising to full height, she cast steely gaze towards the trees. She did not speak it, but in eyes and stance alone she conveyed a look of perfect indomitability -
NOTES. *secretly summons Pluto for an outers beat down.
Posted: May 22 2017, 08:53 PM
The epicenter of the oncoming storm, Pluto was called upon to join. This would be far more involved than the simple introductions she had given to her fellow comrades during their last encounter. Like Neptune she too had been watching, her watch fell over all three currently. Haruka below viding for a good position, Fiore seemingly consumed within his own sorrow, and Finally Neptune. Quickly she focused her attention towards the other senshi as she joined her on the rooftop.
Neptune was uneasy, the seas roared to life, The Senshi was letting her emotions get the better of herself. This caused A worry to overcome Pluto. A fight like this couldn’t be won by emotions getting the better of herself. She definitely wasn’t going to win by facing the enemy alone. Pluto knew all to well the Senshi of affinity wasn’t one to ask for help. Wether Neptune wanted it or not, she was about to get it.
Pluto realized quickly she had to stop Nepune from making any rash decisions, who knows the ramifications of Neptunes actions if she went in and attacked blindly the alien being below. Clearly last time the teal haired Senshi tried an attack it didn't end all to well.
As quickly as Neptune rose, Pluto emerged from the shadows exposing herself, staff lowered she closed the gap between them quickly. Her own long green locks falling neatly into place around her frame after the wind had picked up.
A gloved finger rose to her lips, motioning Neptune not to be startled by her sudden appearance, but also to keep as quiet as they could. They still had the element of surprise on their hand. Cherry eyes narrowed at the figure below, as she observed his tears forming more and more poisonous flowers.
Her hand reached out and touched Neptunes shoulder in a comrade-in-arms gesture. She was not here for more riddles or games, she was here to fight alongside her. This is what was called upon them as Outer Sailor Senshi, they were the last defense, they were to clean up this abomination.
" How about we go at this together" She paused purposely as she exchanged a warm smile towards the other. The words spoken out loud as a reassurance towards her fellow Senshi, but also for herself. This is the reason Pluto broke the very first taboo, and even if there were repercussions for it, they didn’t outweigh her need to be here. She would face that jury later.
"No need to fight on your own anymore Neptune." Pluto's voice was just a whisper, her stance close to Neptune's so she wouldn’t have to strain to hear, but now her glance shifted towards the very being below.
Tag: You call I answer
This post has been edited by Setsuna Meiou: May 22 2017, 10:17 PM
Posted: May 23 2017, 07:09 AM
This post has been edited by Mamoru Chiba: May 23 2017, 08:41 AM
Posted: May 26 2017, 09:57 AM
Flowers. They've come to symbolize more than just a tableside showpiece. For Fiore, they were a promise of a day that he had to leave his beloved forever, since this planet would serve to make him violently ill. And yet, he does not understand the gravity of his situation. The pain the encompasses his love for Mamoru, that leaves him vulnerable to the dominion of the Kinesian. His want, possession, will destroy Mamoru's planet. And in doing so, destroy Mamoru. There will be no happy dream of Fiore and Mamoru together, not when there is nothing left to live for.
A jarring sound prickles elongated ears and the alien aimed to refocus into the darkness. Fiore's shoulders tease defensively. Someone is there. Someone who aims to keep him from his beloved Mamoru. But even with unearthly vision, his eyes are unable to make out anything... save for the contrasting colors of a single items, rolling into the clearing. A book?
Can an alien be considered as such? Well. That’s neither here nor there - not when there is research to be done.
Five figures, camouflaged in absolute darkness - for power had left this part of the city long ago. No use, right? An abandoned hospital, would this not be a waste?
The quintet surrounded the facility. Armed with devices that were far from rudimentary, gleaming as though they had been recently manufactured from a corporation of sizeable latitude, the five advanced.
Suddenly, there is a veritable storm of pink petals. It makes one feel - strange, uneasy. The very contingence of which would invoke a burning sensation against the supple flesh of humans. Caustic, not lethal. Enough to let venomous fever out, but not strip unwanted guest of their lives. A storm of kinesian petals and pollen swirls up and about the entire building, and if it had not been apparent before, it's quite obvious now. A hospital, a memorial, a battleground.
This post has been edited by Fiore: May 26 2017, 09:58 AM
Posted: May 27 2017, 11:01 AM
It was a blink-and-you-will-miss-it moment, but Haruka did not blink and she certainly did not miss the moment. Taking a quick look from behind her deciduous cover, Haruka saw the face of Mamoru Chiba enter the abandoned hospital. What was Michiru's paramour doing in a place like this, where the disturbance was at its greatest? Haruka's eyes narrowed as she stepped out from behind the tree.
Her intent was to pursue Mamoru into the hospital, and she almost got to the door, only for a blizzard of flower petals to surround the structure. Haruka raised her arms to shield her face and felt one of the petals land on her arm. Even through the fabric of her jacket, Haruka stifled a shout as a searing pain shot through her. The petals carried with them agony of the flesh. Haruka dove behind more cover, this time a long rusted dumpster.
Mamoru enters the building and then a storm of excruciating flowers erupts to bar the way? Haruka did not believe in coincidences. Fate played its games, but did not do so haphazardly. Still, to think that Mamoru had some part of the flowers... it boiled Haruka's blood. Her grip tightened around the lip rod. If he was part of the cause to Tokyo's suffering, to the harm that could befall Michiru...
Nothing would protect him from the typhoon that was her rage.
She needed to follow, but not like this. From the safety of her cover, Haruka held the lip rod up and invoked it's power.
"Uranus Planet Power... Make up!"
A whirlwind of energy surrounded her, stripping away her civilian identity and donning the senshi uniform of Sailor Uranus. Once the winds quelled, Uranus stood tall, her gloved hands clenched into fists. Hopefully the power of the Senshi could mitigate the biting blossoms.
The last thing the city needed was a storm of violent petals causing pain for the people. She could not let the storm spread. Uranus also needed to get to the bottom of Mamoru's involvement.
Taking a step back, Uranus prepared herself for the torment she would soon endure. Without any more hesitation, Uranus ran headlong into the storm of petals. The moment she entered the squall of suffering, her body lurched with every pang that went through her nerves. Still, she did not take a single step back. Just as with most pain, it was better to get it done and over with. The storm must have been a ward of some kind rather than a true defence; it did not cause her harm, though the pain endured was of incredible measures.
Still, she was so close. The door was open. Uranus just had to take a few more steps up the small stone stairway...
Grimacing, Uranus' legs began to falter as she plodded through the petals. Every step became punctuated by anguish. Still, her focus on the mission would not be swayed by such petty concerns as her own comfort. Neptune said that they were at war. War was pain. Uranus would endure. Through enduring she would grow strong.
So close to the door, Uranus could almost feel the relief that would come once she was out of the petal storm. Pain, after all, was all in the mind. This was no different from the checkered flags she collected; only this time it was merely passage that was the prize. Even though her body's nerves all but screamed from the tribulation of just getting inside, she pushed all that aside and focused on taking the five necessary steps.
Two... Her knees buckled, but still she did not fall.
Three... Her vision blurred as the signals her body gave her brain overloaded it. Rest would come soon. Just a couple more...
Four... Nearly there. She just need to leap forward!
Pushing off her feet, Uranus escaped the storm and landed in a heap in the foyer. The pain lingered for a while, but soon eased away. Uranus panted as she tried to recover her breath, rolling over to the nearest wall and resting against it. Her chest heaved with every breath but the air, even stale air of an abandoned hospital, never tasted so sweet.
Still, she could not rest long. There was still work to be done. Find Mamoru. Find the source of the disturbance.
Clutching her side, Uranus stood up. She winced as aches echoed throughout her form, but once more pushed the thoughts aside. Without another word, she ventured deeper into the hospital in pursuit of Mamoru.
Tag: @[Mamoru Chiba, Michiru Kaiou, Setsuna Meiou]
Posted: May 28 2017, 09:38 AM
YOU HAVE RECEIVED RAINBOW SHARD, Mamoru Chiba!
Posted: May 28 2017, 01:30 PM
It only took Pluto a moment before she too felt the new presence. She could feel the warmth of the earth itself pushing back against the flowers forming like pulses of a heartbeat. Eyes stayed focused with laser like precision scanning the area towards the knelt figure in the abandoned hospital. She shifted her stance and moved away from Neptune and more daringly towards the broken window to get a better view.
She saw the glimpse of it, a flash before her cherry coloured eyes, it only took a second but she didn’t need a second look. Pluto know it was Mamoru down there with the alien figure. She turned her gaze back towards Neptune, her mouth open but before the words could escape her lips she felt the shooting pain on her left arm, that quickly pulled her attention away from the other Senshi.
Pluto looked down at her arm, her focus shifted towards the cause of the searing pain and focused questionly on the seemingly unimposing flower pedal against her dark skin. She knew better than to assume this was anything but ordinary. After all she just witnessed tears form into budding flowers just moments ago.
Eyes focused as her gloved hand removed the pedal. As quickly as she removed one, it was replaced by another and another. Her hand moved around her form as each one landed on her she quickly tried to remove them, it was all in vain. Within a blink of an eye a storm of pink pedals quickly overtook them. The swarm was overwhelming, as each one that touched her bare skin had send shock-waves through her body. Pluto was taken back as the pedals came down almost like a blizzard surrounding the area around the hospital. She was having a hard time seeing through the cascade of pink, and an even harder time focusing on anything other than the searing pain as each pedal touched her body.
Pluto lifted up her arms now not trying to remove the pedals but in a defensive stance trying to shield her face as the pedals continued to barrage down to get one last look, she positioned her feet closer to the edge of the windowsill . Black boots struggled to find their footing, her eyes now focusing on the only thing it could in this moment.... a way to get closer to Mamoru and the Alien figure. She had hoped the pedals were a defensive mechanism and getting closer to them, the pedals would cease. The only option Pluto saw before herself was to jump.
She didn’t take a running leap, there was no time for that. Her arms stretched out before herself as she fell towards the ground. She re positioned her staff quickly before herself. If the windows weren't already broken, they were going to be now.
Her staff hit first, as the familiar sound of glass echoed through the hallway as Pluto came bursting through, her body twisted covering her face and using her shoulder to bare the brunt of the impact. She rolled as she landed against the cold tile before slowly sliding to a stop. Her staff landing a few feet away from her.
Slowly her frame straightened, she reached up and quickly brushed away any lingering pedals from her form. Their sting still lingering over her flesh. Her shoulder throbbed as she slowly rose to her full height. Keys on her fuku making small chime sound as she clumsily reached down and picked up her Garnet Rod, giving a quick once over to make sure it hadn't gotten damaged in any way on her decent.
She muttered to herself as she brushed off the dust and debris that had gathered on her for from her tumble through the window. Her eyes tried focused outside for her comrade but it was impossible to see anything through the onslaught.
Pluto stood in the darken hallway of the hospital, vines and littered medical equipment lay scattered around herself. Her window she so graciously was the only one broken at the moment, so there seemed to be a little shelter from the poison. Pluto couldn’t help but wonder, The poisonous pedals came to quickly, almost as if they were summoned by someone. Was it a ruse to force everyone inside? Pluto had a sinking feeling as she gripped tighter onto her staff, that they indeed weren't alone, and somehow herself along with her other allies were exactly where the enemy wanted them.
Black boots turned quickly, followed by her gaze. She couldn’t tell her position for sure, but she knew she was close Mamoru and the alien figure, she could hear mumbling voices what seemed to be a little further down the hallway. Her gaze shifted back towards the window waiting for her comrade to follow.... the Senshi of the sea perhaps found a more graceful way to enter the building.
Tag: @michiru kaiou, @haruka tenou @mamoru chiba
YOU HAVE RECEIVED RAINBOW SHARD, Setsuna Meiou!
Posted: May 29 2017, 12:49 PM
A hardened gaze, narrowed into aegean slits, as mind and physical eye sought out the source of the disturbance. Had it been a foe, Neptune would have risen to the challenge; alone, as it had been so many times prior. Fingers flexed within their gloves, primed for immediate reprisal, when - “It’s you... ”
The nameless senshi. An ally of a cryptic nature, but far from a foe. Neptune unfurled her fists, though there was nothing softening the look of determination painted against porcelain features. Tonight was the first time she had witnessed shrouded senshi in all her glory - a fuku of shadowy design, gilded in a set of silvery keys, and the same keystaff that made something subterranean within her resonate with powerful knowing. Even in introductions which had yet to be spoken, words that lingering in the back of the consciousness but went stillbirth on tongues; Michiru knew there was a commonality with her and the senshi of the night.
No need to go at it alone.
“Thank you.” Michiru mustered a small, sad smile. Grateful - and presently, sidelining whatever happiness this brought her, as eyes returned to the scene below. “I’ve encountered that being before. We - Uranus and I - have surmised that he is the leader, the one behind the florapocalypse. If we strike - we end this. Tonight.” The senshi of affinity uttered, her inflections leaving no room for question. She was tired of failure after failure, while mankind suffered by the wayside. How would be live up to her job as a guardian of the outer realm if she had already allowed the enemy entrance on earth? Win or lose, life or death, Michiru would not leave this place without resolution.
A woman as relentless and treacherous as the seas that bore her.
Both looking on - and, perhaps, cogitating a means to an end - something else entered the hall. Not a body or foe, but a ...book? From this height, there was no telling what was written on its bookmarked pages, nor its importance in relation to the beast. However, it did signal the presence of someone else, kept out of sight in the shadows of hospital corridors. It caught Fiore’s attention as well - spurring him confront whomever, and, as he swirled to face them, conjuring a storm of foliole.
The alien was agitated, distracted. Their time to strike was now or never!
Pink, what a disgusting color. Yet, it cycloned about the hospital in a dangerous squall. Whenever petals came into contact with exposed skin - legs, arms, face, neck- it burned with toxicity. Never before had the pain been this acute... what was this? A defensive mechanism? A sign that the invasive species grew stronger? A... trap? Whatever it may be, it very well had the potential to strip the two senshi of their capacity to fight. The darker of the two realized this, taking the helm to escape the onslaught.
Pluto crashed through the window and to the levels below, where a most curious situation awaited them. Neptune followed suit - gracefully leaping through haphazardly made entrance and landing on heels without a lapse in her sangfroid. (Always on point, even in battle) The storm swept through broken window, making the setting advantageous for the alien and provoking them all - Neptune, Pluto, and... Mamoru?
Certainly her eyes had betrayed her. Masked, sheathed in black and crimson, the latest addition to the scene did bear an uncanny resemblance to her lover. But this was secondary - their target was right in front of them. Neptune wasn’t going to let the aliens best her for a third time.
It would appear as though the masked individual was attempting to pacify the green-being. Far more commendable and patient than Neptune, whose grudge was as severe as Oceanus’ himself. She could hear him trying to assuage Fiore, whilst shielding himself with his cape. It’d appear that he was not a fly-by-night hero, but a man of acquired talent. A defender, like the two senshi, but this was not his fight.
“Enough talk!” Neptune’s voice echoed down vacant hallways. The element of surprise had been superseded by shattering windows and encroaching footsteps. And, even as supersensory as one was; so intently focused, she failed to register six unique and powerful signatures just beyond their position. A senshi, five strangers.
A particular quote, acquired from Mamoru’s library - The Art of War - seemed painfully relevant now.
“On hemmed-in ground, resort to stratagem. On desperate ground, fight.”
Was this desperation, or another failure in perceiving on Michiru’s part? Would her desire to end this and restore health to Tokyo be another downfall? God. Her heart’s cadence quickened - was the end near of the beginning only ending? And why did she feel... apprehensive?
Turning towards the guardian of time, Michiru nodded her head towards the moss-haired alien. In so much as a glance, she communicated their target. Should Pluto acquiesce. She felt the swell of oceanic energy within her; waves and power ascending to the tips of her fingers, stretched overhead. If this were to end, they had to attack now. Her Deep Submerge was a mere incantation away, and she would flood the halls of this pest - but the words would die on the tip of her tongue.
When eyes caught sight of the book that lay discarded. Vis and Ramin. The same Persian love story that Mamoru introduced her too, bookmarked in the same location. The same ribbon marking the same passage.
Could it be?
There seemed little room to doubt it.
And suddenly, Michiru found herself questioning her decision to attack. Not if there was a possibility that she may hurt Mamoru. Because, it had been him all along... hadn’t it?
NOTES. phew! neptune started to attack but decided not to accidentally kill her magician of a boyfriend. Mamoru Chiba, Setsuna Meiou, Haruka Tenou
YOU HAVE RECEIVED RAINBOW SHARD, Michiru Kaiou
Posted: Jun 1 2017, 03:18 PM
objective: Witches 5. • 0 out of 4
For months, they observed. Looking for a reason, a clue, an in.
The professor's call was not unexpected. Kaorinite guaranteed today's success.
The path chosen by the unseen hand guaranteed it. Ten sets of eyes glower menacingly before they too enter the hospital....
Dreaming was a human concept. But Fiore, in the cold dark, dreamt, and always curled around the remnants of the delicate flower Mamoru had given him.
The flower - a seed really, long planted and never nurtured - had long since withered and lost all aspects of something that was once alive. Fiore missed the soft kiss of petals against his skin; he would imagine them to be Mamoru's lips against his own.
Kinesian was so alluring in that it shaped itself to be more like the rose at his heart's request. The most beautiful flower in the universe. And he would, no matter, share this to Mamoru.
A voice penetrated the darkness with a familiar warmth. Fiore blinked, moving closer towards the sound. But, reflexively and upon hearing the intruders, razor sharp claws extended from his nails. His cape billowing in the storm as he face the interlopers. “Stay out of this!”
As if signaled by his rage, thick tendrils of vinery jut from the earth. They wrap about young legs, supple arms, waists, and make for a fine constraint. Not for long - but long enough.
“I don't understand.” His thoughts returned to the time before Earth, floating all alone on an asteroid with no name or life. Earth. So full of life, flower, and Mamoru's home. Fiore's nails snake closer, threatening to puncture flesh. “I just want to fulfill my promise to Mamoru. Why - why do you stand in my way!?”
Perhaps the answer is irrelevant.
A lone, black star separates from the group. A line of four, brandishing staves and weaponry. As Fiore's nails inch closer to vitalities, ONE advanced. His mind swirled with visions of a completed promise, and he is unaware of what stands behind him.
The red head lowers her weapon and readies a finger upon the trigger.
>Engage Witches 5 : You have been attacked! Defend yourself. You received a new item! (Mugen Access Pass)
>No Action : Nothing.
Posted: Jun 2 2017, 12:16 AM
Haruka leaned against a wall as soon after she climbed up the first set of stairs. Even after the last of the petals fell off her body, Haruka felt their echo throughout her veins. She squeezed her eyes shut and took measured breaths to steady herself. This whole night did not go as planned. Was she wrong to come here on her own? Should she have tried to contact Michiru?
Before she could dwell on such thoughts, the sounds of footsteps alerted her that she was not alone. Uranus peeked around the corner and only saw silhouettes heading down the hallways. Four figures moved with purpose, but they did not appear to notice Uranus was now behind them. A silent intake of air, and Uranus went after them, keeping her distance and doing her best to keep quiet.
The four entered the room, still shrouded by shadow, leaving Uranus to hide once more behind the door. Again she crept forward and turned to look into the room.
There he was, the alien creature that attacked the conference. Perhaps Uranus should have been grateful to him. If not for his attack, she would never have awakened as Sailor Uranus. It made no difference; he was the enemy and Uranus needed to take him down. However, she was now outnumbered by the shadowy interlopers.
Or so she thought. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw not only the mysterious Senshi caught in vines, but also a masked man in a tuxedo. Who the...
Bound by the same vines as the others created by their common foe, Uranus saw Sailor Neptune immobilised and at his mercy. She cursed herself; of course Neptune would be here. Her abilities far outmatched Uranus', there was no doubt she would have been drawn to this place. The mystery senshi and the masked man did not matter to Uranus; saving Michiru was the only thing that mattered.
But now Uranus came across a three way dance between her allies, the alien, and the shadowy group of women. One stepped forward and pointed a firearm-like weapon at the alien. Time seemed to slow as Uranus tried to weigh her options. She wanted Neptune free first of all, but who knew exactly how much control over plant life the alien man had. She would also never be able to outrun an itchy trigger finger.
There was also the situation with the alien and his connection to the plants. Who was to say his death would bring about the end of the floral apocalypse? These women did not seem to be friendly either, armed as they were. While normally the enemy of the enemy was a friend, in this case, Uranus preferred the devil she knew rather than the one she did not. Hopefully her sudden appearance would would lead to enough confusion.
Ironic: the alien she pursued as the cause of the calamity was the one she would soon save, if only for a moment.
Uranus did not hesitate anymore. She would not let down Michiru anymore.
"Harm the sea, and the skies will answer with a true tempest!" She shouted in an attempt to draw attention to herself. Uranus raised her hand to the air and drew in the sheer force of the gale. Rays of energy spilled from her hand until a ringed globe of power formed. The globe encased her fist as she stared down the woman with the firearm.
"Your fight is with me! All of your fights are with me!"
Uranus slammed her fist into the ground, letting the globe loose as it snaked across the floor. The orb tore the tile work apart before drifting upward, spinning once on its axis as it hurtled towards the redhead.
Tag: Michiru Kaiou, Setsuna Meiou, Mamoru Chiba
YOU HAVE RECEIVED MUGEN I.D BADGE, Haruka Tenou!
Posted: Jun 3 2017, 10:38 PM
Pluto watched in question as to why the senshi would of stopped her attack. Eyes narrowed in question and frustration between Neptune, a masked Mamoru and the Alien form Neptune previously pointed out to her as the enemy. No valid thought crossed Pluto's mind as to why her comrade would hesitate upon their entrance. Her glace fell upon what Neptune was focused on... Mamoru. Her memory recalling in her head the last time the two had met in battle as she slowly dipped her head in greeting towards him.
Pluto gripped tighter onto her staff as she took a few steps ahead of Neptune out of anger giving the other senshi a wayward scowl. This wasn’t the time for second guessing actions, to fight without hesitation is what was called upon them as the keepers of the Outer Solar System.
If needed to she would show how it was done.
Before she had a chance to attack, eyes widened at the presence of the five. This wasn’t a meeting of chance, they waited like Pluto had waited to make their presence known. Clearly at this moment they had picked a more strategic time to expose themselves. Damnit, why did it have to be now? Her focus turned quickly back towards the alien, she felt his rage as he started to scream, she watched his form change and the very earth she stood upon start to shift beneath her feet.
Uranus entered the room, finally, but she wasn’t alone. A smirk crossed Plutos lips as she watched the solider of the skys command the room with her very presence. Her attention was quickly averted as a flash of fiery red hair came into her field of vision, the figure formed behind the alien, weapon raised.
Vines burst through the tiled floor, like they were their own entity, crawling conforming around her form, quickly. There wasn’t time to think of the Five, Swift hands raised her staff high above her head as the vines wrapped around her ankles and started to stretch up her legs, constricting tighter while doing so. Her tall staff moved in gloved hands like it was as light as a ribbon as she expertly twirled it at rapid speed. The warmth started to radiate through herself, her head dipped back, eyes closed as she felt the flow of energy transfer from her very being traveling through the length of the rod towards the Garnet Orb that adorned the top.
Waves of energy cascaded from the orb down her silhouette, while the wind swirled simultaneously raising up from her feet.
With hurricane force, rising winds from her feet seemed to burst the moment she incited the incantation and spread out beyond herself and around the now crowded room. The vines that sprouted from the ground and attacked suddenly started to glow vibrantly, before seemingly combusting before everyone's very eyes.
Tag: @mamoru chiba @haruka tenou @michiru kaiou
This post has been edited by Setsuna Meiou: Jun 4 2017, 08:32 AM
Posted: Jun 4 2017, 05:11 AM
Posted: Jun 5 2017, 08:36 PM
Why did she hesitate? Hadn’t Michiru agonized over this once before - hadn’t she only just gotten over the recurring nightmares and thoughts of Fiore and his kind having their way with a child. Hadn’t she only recently found peace at night, peace in fighting, peace in fighting against a ecological being that seemed to have already taken free rein of the city?
So. Why did she falter?
There was no time left to ruminate on her inaction - the senshi had already announced their arrival and, like a lovesick teenager, Fiore’s unbridled heartbreak unfurled itself. Neptune’s reflexes were no match for sentient vinery, creeping along the lengths of her ankles and thighs, and attenuating her ability to resist. She needn’t take more than a cautionary glance about her to see that the others, her nameless comrade and lover, had been arrested in similar fashion.
Michiru’s submarine gaze hardened, seeming so cold and hateful; a look that contrasted against the comeliness of the ocean’s beauty, held at her mercy by the alien that surely intended on killing her. He had better, she thought through grit teeth. If the child of the Makai ought to finish this now, whilst he had the advantage - or, so help her god -
But death had yet to cross paths with Michiru and the unpropitious cadre. It veered off course with the heavy trembling of the building. Pieces of already faltering structure peeled from their hold and snowflaked to the ground, all amongst a powerful surge of unmistakably Uranian energy. It barreled into the room, not striking whom Neptune suspected was the intended target - rather, it soared beyond them and towards the silhouette of five woman. Of which, Michiru sensed vague familiarity.
Though, nothing she felt was as prominent as the rapport shared between her and Mamoru. Indeed, she had caught wind of Pluto’s dismayed reaction to her hesitance; and although she had not said it the look she shot her afterwards was enough. Why? Michiru was a woman of reason - Mamoru was but one man, perhaps, a curious man for interjected himself where only heroes belonged, but was he worth the sacrifice?
-- nonetheless, where she was inept, the mahogany goddess stepped in, figuratively opening the gates of Gehenna and unleashing the winds of the tormented. Chronos’ touch was all which was needed, and in the next moment, Michiru was freed of her restraints. Immediately, the guardian of the seas whirled in front of Haruka, lest she further aid their enemy.
How ironic - the very watcher of time herself was present, yet, it escaped their grasp like sand between their fingers.
Cool gaze peered beyond Mamoru and to the incomers, assessing their presence against the one they’d considered to be their foe. The man she only knew as her lover, and not the masked enigma presented before her, was delineating stratagem. It sought to confirm her suppositions - the way in which he casually referred to Sun Tzu, seeking to operate congruently, methodically. But, no. As assured as he seemed, and as she had felt, Michiru had call to duty that, surely, surpassed Mamoru Chiba.
“Step aside,” Neptune commanded, averting her gaze from him towards her sisters-in-arms; six gemstone gazes falling solidly on Fiore and the quintet of strangers. Still...with slight difficulty, she drew her hand towards her face and drew back lustrous sea-colored hair, taking in full vantage of her target. A tuxedo-clad Mamoru was behind her now, earning little more than an apathetic call over-shoulder: “this isn’t your fight.”
The effort to disregard him alone was arduous, like drawing upon a time before him, and left her feeling hollow for it. But Michiru had hesitated enough. No more.
Eyes fluttered shut and head tilted back, she drank from the ethereal yet powerfully ambrosial source. Her hands gathered overhead and within them, the magic of all seven seas ferociously coalesced.
No more waiting..
Sailor Neptune’s incantation roared like a eagre, pirouetting before letting energies travel along her line, released from extended palm with a fervent splash.
NOTES. i too hate fiore, kay. Setsuna Meiou, Mamoru Chiba, Haruka Tenou. so it's directed towards fiore, but maybe it hits the witches too cause physics?
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