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Mingle Log

To break some of that pesky ice, have a mingle log, guys! Space has not only warped, but converged, and there's a patchwork of scenery along with it.

Here are some places of interest, though you can make up whatever you want.

Crystal Tokyo ruins
Shattered, bare, crumbling ground, complete with desiccated corpses. A sliver of Evil Black Crystal is present and slowly infecting nearby realities.

Fancy restaurant
Glinting chandeliers, nicely-set tables (with only bread and various butters), nice view of a river...there's an elevator, but where it goes - especially in this situation - is up in the air. Faint classical music drifts through the dimensional plains.

Shopping center
Ah, capitalism...maybe that thing's on sale. Maybe there's one left!

A rainforest
The mud's two feet deep, the air's thicker than paste and-- yep. Yep, this is a crocodile nest/quicksand/a jaguar.

A castle
A labyrinthine, chilly, Gothic building surely not home to a vampire.

The Moon Kingdom
Yes. That one, if just a slice. Lot of water and elegance here - inhale the peace.

A loop
A loop of space. No matter what direction someone goes, they end up where they just were. At least it feels like progress?

Empty space
Featureless, freezing, silent, without gravity, and pitch black. Fun times.

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[Michiru seems to fit in rather well at this expensive evening dining spot overlooking the Sumida River. Cherry blossoms are illuminated outside the window, adding to the unique ambiance.

It's quite strange, usually hanami season results in restaurants becoming over-crowded zoos - but the table Michiru sits out seems to exist in a serene bubble as she gazes out towards the ghostly-white blossoms.

Are you here to join her? Or are you meeting with someone and spot her in a moment of serendipity?]

[Less 'join' and more 'launch out yelling from a space tear.' When Doorknobder doesn't hit anyone she stops, thinking they must've dodged, right? No. She's not in a parking garage now. Baffled and fighting a rising torrent of anxiety, she looks around and whispers harshly.]

Eu. Eudial? Eudial!

[Everyone's staring! This isn't funny!]

[Michiru turns away from the scenery and fixes her eyes sharply on the youma.]

My, it seems you are lost. [How unfortunate. Even more-so if you dare interrupt her romantic evening.]

[Well this is preferred to stares. But. But it's a voice she kind of recognizes and--

and...

oh god. Her.]

Uh, w-well, you see...

[Doorknobder tears her gaze away to scout the room. Not seeing the other one...not there either...if Doorknobder were another Daimon, she'd attack. But she can't, and knows she can't, and Eudial's not here to pressure her. Still, she can't bring herself to move. That could be threatening, and the senshi would transform and they'd fight and she'd lose. And maybe die.]

Could I take one pure heart? I'll leave quietly.

[Negotiating 102: Knowing You're Beat.]

[It takes a while for Ami to make a sound as she stumbles into this new, strange place.

She feels like she's encountered similar puzzles before, but for the life of her, she can't remember how she solved it.

Or maybe it wasn't her. Maybe it was in a book she read?]

Oh dear...it seems my mind is a bit foggy...?

[How did she even get here? And where are the others? Is this some sort of new enemy's trick?]

[Space is hers. Piercing it's simple as breathing, but each portal 9 makes lasts a blink. Something closes it, forces the dimension to turn back on itself, twist in a knot. But where is it, and what part undoes it?

That the girl's in one piece is a surprise. It takes 9 a few moments...Mercury, isn't it? The one who barred Uranus and Neptune from her chamber...and here she is. Alone. 9, well. Is right goddamn there. No disguises, no tricks beyond levitating with her legs cross because she can.]

Well, we never really met, did we?

[Ami wasn't quite talking to herself, it seems.]

[Ami's mouth pulls to a thin line, and her soft expression hardens.

Hotaru-cha---no, Mistress Nine. An adversary that Sailor Moon defeated not long ago.]

Not formally. I'd say 'nice to meet you,' but that would be dishonest.

[Savage, Ami. But you're just buying time, aren't you?]

What is it you want?

[9 laughs. Ami implying she matters enough to single out?]

Yes! Of all the senshi I wanted you.

[But, you know, this works and 9 will take the opportunity. Now...]

Careless of me...go, then. You're not worth further effort.

[Walking away won't get them anywhere - 9 tried for a while and found herself going back the way she came. Her efforts with bending space were more successful, but she won't explain what's going on until Ami experiences the problem for herself.]

Crystal Tokyo Ruins

Joan took a long moment to look at the gigantic city that was laid to waste thousands of years ago, before the birth of human civilization itself, much in the way of roman ruins from many years past.

Her heels clacked over the marble streets, long hair waving and unmoved by the bodies that had been left behind by whatever had pulled her out of her reality, and sent her here, outside of the reach of the United Nations Space Command. Even from the eyes of Naval Intelligence.

Once she returned, her orders would come clear soon, on what to do with these individuals, on the threats that the Office Naval Intelligence had detected not just from the black crystal, but from the anomalies at Harvest. She couldn't help but think they might be related.

What seemed to worry them more was the insinuation that there may be more senshi beside those chosen by Dr. Halsey to fight for Earth and all her colonies.

A sword of pure blue light forms in her hand the second that she feels another presence coming.

Open!

Edited 2017-03-30 06:25 (UTC)

Can't do much better than corpses and ruins. This place was paradise...here, she was the only stirring soul. Tarla was quick to occupy herself - went where she wanted, babbled to no one, launched herself on a stirred breeze to a high tower...it was hers. Here was home.

She dismisses the clacking. Rocks fall, water makes all kinds of sounds, metal bends and breaks, wind sways things about. Maybe it's a game she forgot to stop?

Seeing her, Tarla freezes. She blinks. Once, twice. Her heart tightens, hands clench, and swept under a rush of anxiety she bolts away. In a scramble over some concrete from a collapsed building Tarla slips with a cry and skins her knee. The loudest sound and freshest blood here in ages, no doubt.

Like a lion and a deer, the two senshi saw eachother for a moment of uncertainty. On Reach's end, it was the processing of Tarla as a target to neutralize at that very moment as one of the senshi that had been finally found after so many years, and could pose an irreparable damage upon humanity if she were to be left alone.

On an alien world, surrounded by buildings that felt too familiar to her, and with a non-athenian senshi found so rapidly after being given the green light to hunt for them, the mission of Sailor Reach becomes clear.

Tarla runs and scraps her knee. One green gloved hand extended for a miniature blue sun forming on the palm of Sailor Reach.

"Unyielding Light.

The scream of the beam was not unlike that of a shockwave of energy as it flew past its supposed mark, blasting against the abandoned temples and pillars to a shower of marble and stone.

Immediately after, in the cloud that forms, Joan runs with her blue blade of hard light drawn, coming for the senshi.

Tarla would've laughed. The mere image of someone else sent her scrambling! She didn't even see if they were real! ...A million portals came and went and the most they brought was wind. Or water, or a leaf. Seedlings that died. Another person, here, real...they'd take everything. Her solitude, her games, her time, her self...they'd want to talk and help and be friends, do everything together and--! ...They can't stay. She decided that. She drove everyone else away...it's no different here.

Scratch that. Tarla looks up from her wound and the world breaks. She can't draw a breath, and past the searing light, internally slowed as her mind readies to die, she sees green. Long brown hair...

"Inferno Beam..."

A superheated jet of energy sears through the dust, scalding it, every speck a burn. Caught in her own attack, barely thinking, barely feeling, she seems to fly low out of the boiling dust and tumbles onto the ground, loose shards from the destruction stabbing her arms and tearing her uniform.

She shakes. She's never fought, not when it mattered. Her left hand won't move, she's bleeding and just wanted to be alone. Slowly her mind finds her, still cautious, still distant and not sure this is real. Tarla's feet jerk, legs twitch. Please, please just work. Just stand. That's all she has to do. All she has to do, then maybe...maybe she can ask why.

Joan's supernatural reflexes sensed the change in temperature the moment her enemy rose her arm. Her irises expanded.

Inferno Beam

One lone arm rose above herself as she slid to the floor, formed a blue dome formed with dozens of hexagonal shapes to cover her from the storm that gathered around her and incinerated everything around her, stopping her on her tracks, striking her with the force of a full napalm strike that had Joan sink her heels onto the marble as she tried to concentrate her own force against the stream of fire, blue light melding to try to deflect it, her own stance resembling a warrior maiden on a shield wall.

She had fought before. She had trained against opponents much taller and much stronger than her when she was not older than fourteen, and upon becoming a Sailor Senshi, suits of armor were nothing compared to the power she now held.

As an athenian, she was fulfilled. This was the sort of challenge she had prepared her whole life for.

For a senshi, she was tall. Six feet of height, with the build of a greek athlete, beautiful in a predatory sense. She took a moment to look at the opponent in front of her, standing solid and determined like a Spartan whereas this girl was afraid, eyes focused on the person summoning the stream of fire, blue shield wall holding on...

Her eyes remained focused on one thing. The gem on her opponent's chest.

In the mess of dust and light and energy Tarla doesn't see what happens. She cut her attack to run and can't swallow early hope, that the crazed stranger died in the dust...but the escape lets her breathe. If only it mattered.

Slowly Tarla pushes herself up, arms trembling, one leg steady when, faintly, blue light...she tenses as the other senshi emerges. Not a scratch. Not a cut, not a cell of skin blown away...in a jolt Tarla stands. She's not sure where this person's looking but doesn't dare glance away.

This shouldn't happen. She just became a senshi. The world's starting to make sense again, she has her paradise and nearly ionized gas and--

"Why?" Her voice cracks, a vice constricting her throat, threatening to split. "Why this?"

Inwardly Tarla curses. That sounded so stupid.

The blue shield waved the stream of napalm away the moment it vanished. Behind the senshi, each stiletto clacking with every step, her silhouette came in view with the fires blazing right behind her. She, more powerful than the likes of the goddess Ishtar would have ever dreamed of, the gem on her chest glowing blue like a single, hunting eye.

She extended a green gloved arm, "your soul gem," she spoke, the tip of her blade scraping the marble floor, taking power and presence now that it was hers, winning the only thing on her mind.

That there was another senshi like her gave her feelings of confusion, and envy towards the powers she may have. But all that took priority was the fact she was an enemy, and her transformation gem had to be taken.

One way or another.

"Give it. Or I'll take it."

Tarla faced her. This machine. This stranger who slipped in through the cracks, shattered her and now demanded she take a knife and slit her skin, tear her muscles, snip every tendon, peel open and bear her heart to die. Being a senshi was her only worth. Who hated her? The most?

"Did 412 send you?"

But as Tarla asked she doubted. She couldn't matter. Distantly, through the pain and confusion she knew. She was in a line with countless senshi. She was at the end. To her right was another line, shorter. Girls who couldn't fight anymore. And between the left and right were the ones who fought anyway. The ones this senshi walked on, who cut their leotards and cracked their necks with her damn heels and took their power as they throed.

Tarla trembled. She trembled from her wounds and disbelief, and terrified, she decided. CX330 was a young star. It didn't have long to live. But in three years its light shone a hundredfold, and here was her chance to match it.

Edited (Shown = shone) 2017-04-06 05:35 (UTC)

The numbers fell onto deaf ears, but remained noted, registered, and marked for a future target. It meant that more senshi were around, and if any of them presented themselves as a threat to the UNSC... the results would be devastating.

Per the orders of Section Three, all soul gems had to be taken.

"Classified."

She answered simply, standing in front of the errant senshi. Then, she jolted forward towards the gem.

((OOC: Open for a threadjack for any to rescue her, if you wish!))

An unlikely future...there's a lot of space out there.

Tarla, having never fought, expected everything. Magnifying her smallest movement, she twisted to the side and dodged her killer, and just as 'fast' raised her arm to bash back what she thought was coming. Too little force and her guard broke, too much or unsynchronized and a bone fractured.

Fine. She was dying anyway.

((OOC: A rescue or even another attacker would be great! If anyone wants to join in they can reply to me here, and if someone doesn't after a week or two I'll edit and we'll continue one-on-one.))

Edited (Format.) 2017-04-10 19:46 (UTC)

Empty space
[Nothing's urgent now. With the birth of Saturn, 9 burned, body frayed, swept away with a scream. But space is hers. In the moment of death she was untethered, cut free from the dimension and scattered to any she could. In time, parts of her found each other, and slowly, she grew again. Parasites can be very hard to kill.

When 9 had eyes to open, she couldn't look for long. Pharaoh was nowhere. Yes, she searched, and held herself, pretended it was him, and hated and cried and clawed herself, but acceptance came, too. And having failed her love, her people, and herself, 9 found a world and made it hers. Turned it black, the sky a smeared roiling grey, the hazy, frigid twilight the only means to see. Stone spiraled from the ground. Pillars, archways, others impossibly bent, floating or twisted...a world still and silent.

To a Daimon, space distortions are a breath down the neck. A knife grazing an arm. But anyone coming through is a mosquito pinballing in an ear. To attack in 9, 8, 7...]

Rainforest
[They lost again. The senshi stole her meal, and, fragile, starving, the Shadow of Silence had to act. The first heart, so small, still brought her forward. Warmth poured down her throat, her hands flexed, she could move...it's a risk. But she'd take anything now.

9 practiced in secret - even wedged in this debris of a body, space briefly bowed to her. Germatoid worried for her, that their meetings were shortening...she was too drained to smile. Let Eudial build the rocket launcher. Now please let me rest.

At last she found it. A destitute village, spotty connection to civilization...an event was being held in what sufficed for the town center, people raising awareness through donations, performances...9 filed it under 'maybe' on her hit list. People here fear the water and jungle. Soon, a girl most of all.

The first sign is a small, empty boat drifting along a quiet river. Unmoored, surely.]

Open/Other/Whatever the term is
[She can be anywhere and when (within reason). Message me if you have an idea!]

Edited (Tweaks.) 2017-04-01 14:59 (UTC)

A pizza. 'Set for days!' Two slices. 'It'll last.' Then there was nothing. Tarla kept looking, though. Maybe she'd find something she missed. Took her a while to stop fooling herself, and longer to face it. She had to leave her apartment. Had to fling herself into the crazy clawing world and humor people's insanity. No, no no, she left the crust, it-- ...was moldy. ...Breathe. It won't be long.

She entered the shopping center fully transformed. She didn't like pretending to be someone else. This way she retained power, and though some people stared and whispered when they thought she couldn't hear, others simply assumed she's a fan of Sailor V. Or, that, in a burst of optimism, is what Tarla thought.

The deli section just about kills her. She has to hold the little plastic containers to be sure they're real. Oh, what? There's so much to choose from! The tuna salad? Curry chicken? This grain stuff with onions!?

An alarm shatters her fervor. Outside the shop, a woman dashes by, purse thrown over her shoulder.

"Thief! Stop!"

Security's in hot pursuit, but more and more people are flooding in, meandering as professional obstacles. ...Hmm. Maybe while they're distracted...

She was just passing by, but she's heard the cry.

A thief wasn't a demon, but Minako's told her of her adventures as Sailor V. Yes, she could do this, too!

"Where's the thief?"

Asked very eagerly and with a clear intention of catching said thief immediately and telling him exactly why stealing was wrong.

Tarla didn't notice the girl at first, wrapped up in what-ifs and teetering towards thievery of her own. Not enough commotion, should she bother with the 36 grams of sugar or delude herself for a healthier frozen thing...

She blinked, not sure the girl's talking to her. People rarely did. The question was sensible, but the tone was...wrong. Tarla pointed to the store entry way.

"Out there somewhere. What do you plan to do?"

Asked with zero intention to help out.

"Catch them and punish them!"

Oh, and... Right, she should think this through.

"Get back the stolen stuff for that poor lady. So let's go!"

Yes, she's assuming that since you've asked, you're now part of the temporary anti-thief team. Or something. Excuse her for assuming.

Hmm. Someone raised this kid well. Well, but not smartly. Tarla glanced at the food and fought back a tremble. Weaker than she thought...maybe if she did this she'd be forced to decide what she wanted.

"All right. Let's not follow the police - he'll be trying to give them the slip, so we'll be doubly behind. Look for someone heading towards an emergency exit."

This...this could be good. Being on the move would keep her from festering in people's nonsense, especially 'why aren't you smiling.'

"Emergency exit, got it!"

Should she transform? No, not unless this guy was a demon. Right?

So, she's running now, though she's not sure of the direction.

Tarla doesn't follow. Not for a few moments, more hesitating, but she did agree with herself...oh...god. Roped herself into babysitting. Great.

"Hey! Kid!"

And after Chibiusa she goes...as best she can. There's a main entrance down a hall, but various employees are keeping people out, explaining the situation and basically throwing one part of the mall into lock down over one guy. Closing gates rattle across storefronts, barring any potential sneak-in, and most of the people caught innocently shopping are standing around asking each other what's going on.

God. She should've gone to the ramen street stall.

ChibiUsa meanwhile has lost any traces of the thief and finally stands somewhere nearby, looking around.

"Where could he have gone..."

But she perks up upon seeing the other girl. "Do you know where's he gone?"

At first, she stumbles around, disoriented. It's not like only she would be, after suddenly appearing somewhere else! She thinks so, at least. No matter how calm and soothing this place feels. No matter how, in a way, familiar... no, not home (either of them) familiar, not 'have I ever been here?' familiar, no, no. She's never been here.

But familiar in a way that a tale, heard again and again, would be. Like a bedtime story.

And so, she almost knows where she is.

She only doesn't believe it yet. Even upon entering the palace. Even upon standing on the beautiful, majestic balcony and looking up at the Earth with slightly anxious awe.

"This is a dream. Isn't it. Mom? Usagi? Helios? Puu?"

And then she shakes her head. There's no reason to call for help. This place seems so peaceful, calling for help would feel... wrong.

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