Masquerade Ball - Totally not an ambush

[hiken]

Who: Anyone going to the Corsair Island Masquerade Ball!
Where: ...IDK?
When: April 26th - 27th (Early AM)
What: The Masquerade Ball + Ambush (12am)
Warnings: D for dancing, V for violence, A for Ace, L for Luffy
Style: Action or prose.
Status: Open to anyone attending!

There are going to be two main threads. One for the ball itself and the other for the Ambush! There will be an obligatory third thread for FASHION. Just remember to tag your muse in the subject header and OTA or 'Closed to ???' as you comment.

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Open MOSTLY to Sabers, but others can join

[yatteyanyo]

-Well that went terribly. But just like she had promised Captain Sasuke, she was already ready to help her crew get back to the ship in one piece. Her mask burned off as lightning kissed along its edges, and several Naval men charged at her, knowing her by her powers alone.-

"It's that damned lightning ghost! Seize her!"

Hmph... So be it. Have at you!

-The flashes were bright and blinding as she cast her bolts into the enemy crowd.-

[thethundersaid]

[He'd been hoping that their shared sense of impending violence wouldn't come to fruition, which was a rare enough hope from a ninja that he almost felt cheated that things hadn't worked out. It was only a fleeting moment of irritation, however, and although the event had provided a sense of just how pumped up to overconfidence the bulk of the Navy was, it had been low on actual information on Sasuke's side.

So it is that as soon as the violence breaks out, Sasuke throws off his ridiculously heavy coat and leaves a path of paralyzed soldiers behind him as he leaps onto a table, shouting for his crew to get out. Bad enough there's a bounty on the ship and on him as captain without any of them earning more.

Tojiko is at least proving reliable after all, month-long sulk notwithstanding. He draws the Kusanagi from the sheath that has been hidden all night, landing in line with her.]

You and I are deepest in the room. Move out and keep the rest of the crew between you and the exit.

[yatteyanyo]

Understood, sir. -She wouldn't need to call out to them. Masks or no, she knew every crewman's face by memory at this point. That was, after all, one of the duties of a watchman. And even more so as a strategist. She cast out another wave of high voltage pain towards another group of naval officers, every bit of metal on them from their sabers to the shiny brass buttons on their jackets glowing with heat as they all fell before her. She wasn't in a good mood for showing mercy. Her date had been ruined.

She immediately began to seek out other crew, making certain they had adequate support to make way. It was fairly easy to "snipe" out unaware assailants with arced lightning. She just needed some high ground...-

[thethundersaid]

[Tojiko may have been working on getting accustomed to legs again, but training and practical application are different things. She'll be more useful at a remove with a better vantage point, unlike most of the crew who do better in the thick of things.

Sasuke keeps the thought in mind as he works his way through a small knot of what appear to be officers next to a long table that had once held sweets -- sweets that had been forced on him by someone's well-meaning date, which means there is something a little vindictive about the way he upends it to lean against the wall, its legs scraping to rest on the ledge of one tall window.]

Get to the top of that. [Giving orders is easier in a fight, more fluidity in the command.]

[yatteyanyo]

-With how she scrambled up the incline, you'd think she never missed a day of being bipedal.- Yes, sir! -And once atop her makeshift highground... then the fun really started. One after another, she zapped away at the guards and officers blocking the pathways to the exit, allowing their crew to get out.-

[thethundersaid]

[That's better -- and he doesn't fail to note her speed, satisfied with the extent to which she's learned to use her body at this point.

It's easy now to cut through the closer attackers, counting on the cover of the lightning overhead as he advanced through the crowd to remind the rest of the crew (or alternately yell at and command) that they weren't here to get involved in a fight, at least not today, not with the low value of sailors that are here. It would be different were there another admiral or someone of real power, but this has turned out to be an entertainment for the rank-and-file more than anything else.]