He was sure the other was dead, though he hadn't checked for a pulse, what else could it be? Why else would his eyes look as they did and he'd be so still, unresponsive, he'd been sure of it but his tears were ebing wiped away and the others voice...he was alive and talking. "Oh god, you're alive." As cliche as it was, and he wasn't thinking about that one bit, the words passed his lips as he leaned down so his forehead could press to the others.
"And you were worried about me dying. It seems I really should have been the worried one here." Trying to lighten things, because the idea of losing the other hurt too damn much, he tightened his hold on him before looking to Desiree. "Those tears...we go through there towards the light?" He questioned her, wondering if that was what they should be doing.
"When we get home I want you resting." Never mind that he himself needed rest, he knew he did, he wanted to make sure his partner rested. "I'm calling you out of work as well." He stated, lips pressed to the others forehead as he spoke. "I thought I'd lost you." And he wasn't letting him go soon, not for a while, so he'd be using some of that accumulated sick time he had - too bad.
Lips pressed to the others, he didn't care if anyone saw, before he strightened himself. "Alright, time to get home before we can't get home." Because he was not staying here with that beast, who seemed very upset and intent upon acting out despite all.
The darkness he'd been surrounded by, staring at something sinister and dark, he'd been entraped by it. Everything else had melted away, he assumed he was dead, there was so much unfinished in his life and yet here he was staring at something which he couldn't put words to properly. Every word felt lacking, fell short, but he felt like it was the source of dark things...of what had come for Earth - had they won?
As he continued to stare the red lights started, and one of them was on his own person, and that he focused on...it was new and stood out. It roused him enough to remind him that he couldn't just stay here and not fight. He had to get moving, he needed to follow the lights, there was no complacency for him. He couldn't just lay down his arms peacefully. He had a family and Rene...he needed to get home - to get back. Struggling to follow things, to bring himself around, the blond finally blinked his eyes. His eyelids felt heavy whe he blinked but that was fine, at least he was here and alive. He was certain of that.
He finally heard words, soft and distant at first, they were muffled but soon the words took form and he knew what was being said. "Here, I'm here..." His voice was soft, it was hard for him to raise his voice, but his eyes blinked slowly. "It's over?" He whispered, licking his bottom lip. Tuirning his head to the side, eyes searching, he sighed.
"We need to go home..." He whispered. "Follow the light..." Weakly holding up his arm to show the pouch where a stone inside glowed, the red light visible through the velvet of the pouch. He couldn't see, his eyes still didn't look right, but that was alright. The general was in someones arms, and he had a feeling he knew who, and others were around them.
"Stichite?" He was certain it was his younger cousin holding him, because he'd seen Gerard go down and Ophelia had fallen as well hadn't she? So it had to be Lorcan.
Eternal Corrupt Miyamoto Location: I4 Action: Letting Stichite lead...waiting for Mara to turn up.
Catching the look from Stichite the dark haired male nodded his head slowly. "I'll stay and expect Mara to return. After that we need to leave, and I'll take another dose of medication." And then he'd pick her up and carry her over to the gathering, so they could get out of here. Watching as Stichite went and picked up Benitoite before joining Aoede and the Captain who was on the ground with her, they all made an odd family scene standing there.
Letting himself sink to the ground, waiting for Mara to turn up, he let his eyes close as he looked down to his lap and took a few deep breaths. It was too loud, too many people, and the lightening from the floundering beast was anything but pleasent for him. It was too bright and he was certain his stomach was empty, even if he was starting to feel sick again. To be honest he'd rather slam his head into a brick wall than deal with the pain, it hurt so bad, but he'd done his best to focus on things once he'd emptied his stomach. When he got out of here he was finding a cold dark place to stay, somewhere to wait this out, he'd find a bottle of water before hand of course but he just needed some calm and peace right now.
Waiting wasn't something he wanted to do but he needed to do, and he would, he just couldn't stay on his feet right now. He needed to lower his head and curl up as he was right now. To try and bring some calm to his pain.
Mauvian Senshi Katya Location: I4 Action: At Stichite's side, waiting for Wadeite to return.
Katya was so happy when she saw Stichite arrive and pick up Benitoite she fell into step at his side. "Thank you, I couldn't possibly pick him up." She spoke softly, gently, a hand settling on the Generals shoulder. It wasn't until she saw people starting to return, from where there had been nothing, she turned to look over to where she had been previously. Looking for Wadeite.
"Wafeite should be back then....I saw him vanish." She whispered, voice soft, awe coloring her words before she tturned her focus onto her General who was coming around. "You scared us all....you can't just leave us! I needed you to see what I've achieved...and you wouldn't have if you died..." She whispered, words trialing off, the idea of losing the little blond was too much for her. Tears wet her eyes, clung to her lashes, as Katya sniffed. "I thought I'd lost you and how was I going to explain you and Wadeite being gone..." Shaking her head, wondering if she should go back and wait for him to turn up.
"We do need to leave though; you are right there."
Noir Songbird
Sara Draconia
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2025 7:22 pm
General Borax Location: A4 Action: Feeling a bit bad, honestly,
Borax caught Hestia's scold and rolled his eyes in bare concern or even acknowledgement. He was the general. Tincalconite was the barest of concerns toward Metallia, he was sure. He also trusted that Tincalconite would survive.
Right?
The <******** you burned deeper than he was willing to admit, even as Hestia helped Tincalconite when Borax didn't. His gaze shifted elsewhere to the snake they had assuredly defeated--for now, seemingly, since the damnable thing wasn't dead and it also wasn't feeding him its power instead. (If he had it in him, he would pursue trying to overtake it. He was tempted.)
What happened to Faustite a bit at a distance tore his attention, and he cursed quietly. He was assured that Laurelite give him what she had, he needed it, he hungered would retrieve him. Right? Assuredly.
Or these red crystals would. Assuredly.
Borax wished he had one of those damned things, too.
His eyes flicked toward Haymitch as he reappeared. "It looks like your Mauvian is back," he offered to Albite. "Imagine the others won't be far ********. Borax did not want to have to deal with the backlash.
... And he was glad he wouldn't have to deal with it for Tincalconite, though he would never admit it aloud.
Corrupt Eternal Fafnir Location: A4 Action: Taking stock of his surroundings and team before getting hit hard by the lightning.
Members of the team were falling all around them and there was nothing he could do about any of it. As much power as he'd managed to wrest under his control, there was so much more out there that surpassed him, and always would. That monster outstripped Faustite, even Queen Laurelite, despite her impressive opening salvo, had not been able to bring it down on her own. It took all of the people here, working towards a common goal, that finally brought the creature down.
A fierce, wolfish grin twisted Fafnir's face as the Hollow collapsed into itself, finally running out of the power and strength to attack them. Subdued, for now, and at such a cost...
Turning, he searched for his brother and found him, kissing Albite like there was nothing left in the world. Well. That was certainly something, wasn't it? But at least he seemed okay, if worn to the bone. They all were, when it came down to it. His own body ached from the repeated shocks he'd been taking and the force of the Hollow attacking them. Faustite seemed to be awake, beside him, and that was all to the good. He hadn't had time to properly worry about his unmoving state, but thankfully now he wouldn't need to... unless Faustite decided to harry of somewhere, to do god's knew what.
Fafnir cursed as he turned to search, lighting crackling all around them. Lightning that grew closer, louder, hotter...
He heard his brother asking him if he was good before pain lanced through him, sharp and bright and sizzling. Lightning slammed into his shoulder and he cried out at the pain of it, the force driving him to his knees as he clutched at his chest, falling forward onto one arm. His vision swam with the pain, broken with popping sparkles around the edges. He could only hear the crackle of that lightning now, the sounds around him muffled, and Fafnir struggled to keep the darkness at bay, to keep from sinking down into the blissful nothingness away from all of this...
post 12345 Location: H2 with Janggunite, Maikoh Action: Returning???? Getting a new joint scar with Carnotite
She didn't want to be here, she wanted to go home!
This place was... horrible, she decided quickly. The sensation like she was being pulled in, that she'd never get away... she loathed it. Wanted to rip it away, wanted to kick and scream her way out of here... something. She wanted to make sure Earth was okay, that Carny hadn't burnt herself out with all that electricity, she wanted see the Queen be all badass again and get them home...
And yeah, maybe she wanted to see that Captain Janggunite was okay. She trusted Maikoh to be. How could she not be? She seemed way too strong... right..?
Lameia hated these doubts, hated this loneliness and weakness and wanted out---
The tugging at her wrist alerted her first, pulled her somewhat physically along before she finally lifted her head. In the distance... red lights. Dim, so very dim, but they were... there? There wasn't a path, no ground, no sky, nothing... but a barely there, barely a wisp and glimmer of red glitter, stretching outward from where she was. Somehow, she could... walk? Float? She wasn't even sure, but she was moving. The bracelet helped, and she kept going on her own will after a bit. She wanted to go home. She needed to go home--
It felt like plunging through ice water as she moved, but she wasn't sure if that was worse or better than the sharp pins and needles and burning of being... pieced back together. Bit by bit. The light on the bracelet was horrible, and when Lameia found herself back in that weird not-place, she could barely see, unaware her eyes were still full of a galaxy... Her whole body tingled and felt like it'd been asleep or something. And cold. She was so cold...
Lameia was barely aware she was crying, but that also might have had something to do with the lightning that struck her just as the bright figure of Carnotite reached out to her... she'd have rather done without that burning pain, thanks.
post 123456 Location: F3 -> H2 Action: Bidding farewell to the Vanguard, returning to Janggunite, Maikoh, and semi freaking out over Lameia, + new scar with her
It was over, far as she could tell. Carnotite kept herself from slumping, at least, masking her exhaustion as much as possible. The lightning lancing around the field--mostly black, horrible and void so far as she was concerned, nothing she wanted any part of, thank you. She did at least incline her head somewhat to the Commodore and the Velencian that had shielded so many of them (Aliez), grateful for their... well. Even she'd have to admit they'd been extremely useful in this battle. Credit where it was due--they'd earned a bit of her respect. They were competent.
"Thank you for your assistance in this. Your shield, both of them, allowed us far more time to focus our efforts against the creature. Hopefully we'll have a chance to work together again... with less dire consequences involved," she said carefully, eyeing the great serpent that still hung above them. Angry, of course. "Till next time." The Captain took her leave then, aiming back for the small group she'd first arrived with. She kept her pace even, trying not to let her exhaustion show.
It was certainly a lot easier when she realized that only Janggunite remained in the area, and Carnotite began to race in his direction. "What happened? Where are the other two?" She looked all around, but couldn't see Maikoh, or Lameia--and frankly, she was far, far more concerned about the latter.
Her answer came shortly, though--one, anyway. Lameia began to reform not far from her, teeth grinding and body shivering as she convulsed and spasmed, seeming to reform piece by piece, her bracelet glowing bright and even herself almost glowing with a warm, golden aura...
Alarmed, Carnotite moved quickly to her, trying to crouch down next to her cousin, reaching out for her to grab hold of her shoulder. She didn't notice the lightning till it struck them, lancing through her first down her left side and arm, into Lameia's right side. On her exposed arm and leg, Carnotite could see the formation of an angry mark along Lameia's skin, and only vaguely aware of something along her own arm forming.
post 12345 Location: H9 with Rem & Co. Action: Unsure how to help, and kinda just wanting out... + new scar
He didn't have healing magic, or really even much skill with CPR and the like... so Loke stood back, hopeful the other people in the Court could help the guy out...
For the better that he stepped a ways back, really, cuz when that lightning hit him? Oof. Loke hit the ground on one knee, grimacing at the pain lancing through the right side of his body, unaware of the angry, vicious red mark forming along his neck and vanishing beneath his uniform. At least the lightning didn't seem to jump to anyone else... right? He groaned and cursed a few times, trying to slowly roll his shoulders to ease a little of the pain and spasming muscles... uh. Yeah that wasn't too helpful. ******** class="postcontent-align-center" style="text-align: center">--------------------------------
post 12345 Location: F3 with Lyndin and the Vanguard Action: Checking on Aliez, and the Commodore
As things began to... not settle, but... hold for the moment (ignoring all the lightning...) Daesva holstered her gun and moved carefully over to Aliez, eyeing him somewhat in silence for a beat. "...holding up?" Her words were soft, meant only for his ears. "Thank you for keeping us safe. Let me know if I can help you when we get out of here, okay? I'd like to repay you somehow, anyway." Be it if he needed some support to get out, or just... help with a project after all this. Whatever it was. However he wanted to take that.
Looking to the Commodore, however, she lifted her voice slightly, frowning a bit at the bracelet on her wrist, and the strange red glowing bits... "Sir? Are we... able to trust these bracelets? And those lights?" Time seemed to be of the essence, and really, she wanted to start following them... but part of her also wanted to make sure the man who'd just done so much to keep everyone safe was still okay himself...
Location: E10. Action: being in his feelings at Harold, getting lightning-scarred about it, and then being distracted by A Boy. HP: 65 / 150 (81 – 30 for interacting with Harold +15 Almadel’s Berry (gifted from Aruna))
This wasn’t how Murikabushi had ever imagined himself dying.
He’d thought about that possibility more than most people who cared about him liked. As he stood on the battlefield—glaring up at ******** Harold, drawing deep and ragged breaths, clenching his jaw—Murikabushi felt like he should’ve had some kind of “but” clause to add there. Oh, he had thought about his own death more than his loved ones liked, but secretly, it was actually okay because of reasons and stuff.
Right now, he had no witty contradictions to spare.
Right now, asking him to engage with anyone but ******** Harold was expecting a lot out of Murikabushi. He barely had it in him to catch a box that fell out of a rift and right into his hands.
Distantly, he knew that people still stood around him. He knew that they cared. And he cared about whatever all they wanted from him. Just thinking about all those potential requests from people made his back and shoulders ache. Didn’t make his breaths come in any steadier or make him feel like he wanted to engage with anyone right now, either.
At least, not anyone who was here for him to engage with.
Most of these people didn’t even know Murikabushi. They’d flocked around him because he’d had a spike, which had made him seem like some kind of leader figure, or because their friends had flocked to him, or because they’d felt like being with a group was safer—and what exactly did they have to show for it? Tempesti had gone down (she had life returning to her now but, wrapped up in glaring at Harold’s milky eyes, Murikabushi didn’t notice). Mönch had gone down (similar to Tempesti, Murikabushi remained oblivious to her return). And Elsa……
Even if they had been able to get out of here, Murikabushi didn’t have a body to make sure that Elsa got the proper Jewish observances.
As for anyone else…… We’re sorry, the Murikabushi you are trying to reach has been disconnected.
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“Oh, you think you’re clever, don’t you,” he whispered, approaching the barrier that separated him from Harold’s ******** face. Whether anyone watched or not, he didn’t care right now. They probably couldn’t hear him, and it wasn’t really any of their business. This matter was between Murikabushi himself and Harold. “Well, maybe you are, Harold, but however clever you might be? I can be a thousand times as stubborn.”
Other people were around him. Other beings existed outside of himself and Harold. But for the moment, Murikabushi’s focus remained exclusively on the Calamitous Hogwash.
As far as he was concerned, nobody else had a right to tell Murikabushi anything right now. He didn’t want to hear what they needed from him, either.
Probably, they needed a lot of things. People always needed something or another from him like that: a shoulder to cry on, someone to affirm that their ex was garbage who hadn’t ever deserved them, some sassy gay and unerringly supportive advice about learning how to defend themself in a fight or help them understand that their homeworld or wonder was a gift (so many golden, glimmering opportunities handed to them just because they’d been born, and they were the only person who could truly bring it back to life), a dumpster for their trauma who would only push back gently because said trauma had happened and they were sad about it really and maybe if they unloaded on Murikabushi instead they would do fewer atrocities and even though they never did, he had to hope, didn’t he? didn’t he need to hope that they could do better for themself and everyone around them someday……
People always ******** needed that Murikabushi from him.
And most of the time, he gave the people what they wanted because it was true to how he felt, and true to who he wanted to be, and true to the way he most wanted to live in the world. It wasn’t lying; it was compartmentalizing like an adult. It was, also like an adult, deciding for himself who he wanted to be and taking some active responsibility for his choices.
Besides that, all of the people who spent more than five minutes in his presence were likely entitled to some kind of compensation for dealing with all the extravagant daydream fantasies, and the snarky attitude that came as easily to him as breathing, and the inability (or perhaps refusal) to separate Kiyoshi Sakurazawa the Normal, Boring, Average Person With Nothing Interesting or Special About Him from Murikabushi: Plain Vanilla White Moon Senshi With Nothing Interesting or Special About Him—never mind separating either of those ways of embodying his Self from Miss Magdalene Yotsuya Wilde, Drag Queen Supernova Falling Right Into You Whether You Like It Or Not, So Let’s Pick It Up Now.
Smiles, and sparkle, and sass but only in the fun way, not in the way that actually read a b***h to filth, not in the way that went whole-hog vicious and dressed them down to within an inch of their lives. He had to offer people <******** something to make up for the fact that they could’ve gotten literally whatever they wanted out of him from somebody else, probably much more easily and with a lot less hassle. Had to tailor himself so that he could be true to himself but not leave other people hating every second of enduring him.
But that Murikabushi? The idea of him that existed in other people’s heads because he tried so ******** hard to be his best self, or at least to improve himself, as often as possible? The idea of him where he was good, and strong, and helpful, really any kind of leader, someone to look up to in any capacity, their ******** senpai in the same way he’d looked up to Kerberos but with significantly fewer attempts at self-moderation or managing their own expectations? The idea of him as whatever amazing bullshit he’d ever tricked anybody into making up in their heads about him?
Currently felt as foreign to Murikabushi as the times when he mistook Chinese characters for kanji: he could see the internal logic of how they’d gotten there, he could even loosely follow what it was getting at, but he didn’t really understand it, and he knew he didn’t.
The idea of trying be that Murikabushi right now made Murikabushi’s chest feel cold, dark, empty.
Ignoring everyone else around him still, he drew closer to the great beast. “I’m just a ******** up girl who’s looking for his own peace of mind, Harold,” Murikabushi told it, voice still low. Revelling in his own unnecessary dramatics for a moment, he bit the berry that Aruna had given him in half, then ate the halves one after the other. “Your bullshit annihilated someone very special to me, so if we’re gonna be stuck in this shithole together indefinitely? I think my peace of mind just might involve picking you apart piece. by. piece. and then making sure that you die.”
Part of him wanted to look around the battlefield for Faustite, to check on his perpetual It’s Complicated And Not Just Because Purifying Made Anything Here Significantly Messier, hoping desperately that maybe Faustite was okay because Elsa wasn’t. But another part of Murikabushi didn’t want to see any sign of Faustite, or Albite, or Heliodor, or Lilith’s brother, or the bitchy little blonde one who kept clinging to Albite’s sash like it was his first day at pre-school and he didn’t want to leave his mom’s side to go play with the other kids. The thought of seeing them made him feel ill.
Some other day, fine, whatever. But Murikabushi couldn’t be Faustite’s relatively defanged trauma-dumpster right now. And whatever valid criticisms someone could’ve made about how Faustite was a horrible person who did atrocities as easily as breathing, Murikabushi didn’t want to unleash the hurricane churning inside his chest on Faustite when none of it was Faustite’s ******** fault.
If Faustite had killed Elsa, then yeah, the “it’s complicated” would’ve fast become “we are never ever, ever getting back together,” but at least Faustite would’ve left behind a corpse (probably).
“Or maybe we can just die here together once the walls close in,” Murikabushi hissed at Harold. “Hand in unlovable hand, ********. And I hope—”
But something cut through the drama, right to the heart of it.
Murikabushi’s eyes went wide, not at the lightning that struck him, but at a voice that called his name. He did not see the scar that splattered itself down his left leg, violently red and shaped like an enormous serpent. He just turned and followed that voice without thinking, and when he got back to Elsa’s side, knelt beside him.
“Elsa, you……you came back.……” Which felt so stupid after Murikabushi had managed so much drama for Harold, who deserved his good words infinitely less than Elsa. “I thought……I thought you were……” His breath hitched, as though his throat refused to let him say anything. “But—whatever. You’re back, and that’s what matters. And……do you trust me?”
If Elsa would allow it, Murikabushi would bridal carry him until he could see again.
Location: C8 Action: Speaking to Valhalla; accepting his crystal and comparing it to Chrysocolla's (Laurelite is nodding politely and proudly at Negaverse characters who are joining her; no one was quoted for this but she is acknowledging them as they arrive)
Laurelite watched with an unreadable expression as the Calamitous Hollow fell. Her eyes were bright and alert but beyond that, she wore a perfect mask. Sometimes, her eyes darted across the field like she was looking for something.
Sometimes, she seemed to find it.
Of course she was pleased when the Negaverse’s numbers gathered around her, and she nodded, proud, at each of them that joined her.
She even offered Valhalla a polite smile. The stone had captured her attention, but Laurelite found a fascination with crystals of all sorts.
“What a silly man you are,” she mused. Chrysocolla had a similar stone, but she had drawn hers out after Valhalla presented his own.
Laurelite did not need his. But, ‘want’ and ‘need’ were two very different things, and poor Valhalla did not seem to understand what a ‘need’ was, anyway.
So, she smiled at him, and she accepted his gemstone.
More for her and less for him.
Neither the Negaverse nor the White Moon might know what this was, or what it was capable of.
It was better in her hands, anyway.
“Don’t overestimate your value to me, Knight Valhalla. You’re lucky I like crystals.”
Lucky that she found him useful in his silliness. It was unwise to hand any tool to your enemy, and she wondered if Valhalla was thinking about the future when he was sharing this gemstone with her.
If there were other threats, who was to say he might not need it again? It was foolish to think the circumstances might be the same then as they were now.
But, she would think of the future later. The present demanded too much attention.
Undoubtedly, Valhalla didn’t know how to use the gemstone he’d handed her, and he must have expected she lacked the knowledge, too. She turned it over in her hand thoughtfully, but there was little more to do with it. The wispy thread connected this gemstone to Chrysocolla’s, and Chrysocolla’s to another one across the field. When she held it, she could feel the faintest current, all move towards the very distant light in the sky.
In a way, it felt like home was calling, but she didn’t intend to give Valhalla any credit for this.
Location: F3 Action: Examining bracelet/red gemstone ; conversing with those nearby
Lynin nodded politely at Carnotite as she left, though his attention had already shifted to observing the status of the Vanguard. Few of them looked unshaken, but now was hardly the best time to offer much in the way of reassurances or comfort. Things were still too dangerous, and there were too many would-be enemies nearby.
Lyndin had no intention of picking a fight with any of them, he just couldn’t be sure they shared the same sentiments.
He would offer gratitude as well, to those that had helped him. Perhaps, also when tensions were not so high.
He waited until Daesva had finished her private moment with Aliez before he answered them.
His eyes found Aliez’s, though there was a split second when his gaze wandered to his arm, and then back to his face. “No,” he answered gently, but with enough volume that those nearest to him could hear. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to distract you. You would have had more questions than answers. Even I still have questions.”
The bracelet around his wrist fit snuggly but it had endured the battle. It was glowing brightly now, insistently.
“I trust the ‘lights’. And the bracelets.” He raised his hand just slightly, as if to demonstrate. “These are what could be considered primordial Source Stones. But a cut like this is rare. I know of only one who might have had such vast quantity of them tucked away and stored for use.”
He did not elaborate. These had not come from him, and he doubted they came from Almadel. At least, directly.
“I would guess that those,” he nodded to the red gemstone that Abzu held, and then Illyria’s, “are Leystones. Artificial anchors by which to carry very particular energies.”
Which might have explained why the gemstone on his bracelet had raised just slightly, as if a magnet being pulled towards its destination. “They have many uses but most of them are not particularly safe,” he cautioned. “And they take a great deal of energy to maintain. But in the right hands, in skilled hands, they can be crafted to form gates capable of carrying you from one anchor to another. It’s an energy current. When you step into one, it might feel like a strong gust of wind, or water washing over you. You’ll feel a jolt, but it’s not unpleasant. It’s like waking up from a bad dream, and then like slipping into a more pleasant one.”
He looked to the sky, to the distant, glowing red light just barely flickering through the clouds.
“Don’t fight it. Someone has gone through a great deal of effort to chart us a course back. So let us make good on their efforts and get out of here.”
While they still had a chance to.
The other energies in the area were so toxic, so volatile. So many had already been injured, or worse. The electricity was disruptive and overpowering. The Leystones could only resist that influence for so long.
Novella had watched with baited breath, expecting the Hollow to come at them again with some fearsome attack, when things took a sudden turn as the Hollow crashed down into the sheild and it seemed the spikes were doing their job at restraining it. They had won....and yet many had been lost, not something he cared for though it was still a shock to know he'd survived.
Taking a breath, slow and deep, he let it out even slower as he felt a twitch of a smile. He almost allowed himself to smile, almost, but he still squashed it before he looked over to his mentor and nodded once towards her. "Looks like we get to see another day." And he would be at her shop as soon as he could be, because he wasn't going to let all of this change how he did things, this wasn't allowed the power to impact his life in anyway he didn't want it to. It was simple as that for him, he compartmentalized well, and this would all be lucked away after tonight and life would continue on. He'd remember this but he'd not allow it to taint anything.
"Do you think you can grab a large scale?" He questioned her while going to get some smaller ones, moving about bent over as he scooped them up and let them fall into the hat he normally wore. His cane was gone, so he could hold his hat in one hand and scoop up scales in the other. It was a shock of lightening that hit him unexpectedly and brought him to his knees with a sharp cry of pain. It was more than he'd ever felt before, even anything else this beast had thrown at him, and he felt his vision dim and get dark around the edges.
A soft curse, not in Engllish, passed his lips as he slowly pressed a hand to his side where it ached and burned. Pale eyes looked for Spasskaya and he considered reaching out for her but he didn't, he didn't ask for help, as he staggered to his feet. His vision swam, went dark about the edges again, and he managed to stagger his way towards her.
"Scales and than home - however that is. I need a rest." Because he hurt, a lot, and he needed rest and the time to take stock of himself. "That last one hurt..." Because he'd gotten lucky this whole time, knowing people who had sheild magic and the like, he'd gotten very lucky.
Snowball : Journal - Sailor Form (Has Sailor unlocked) Location: G8 Action: Responding to Realta
There was a smile when Realta looked at him and asked what he kept in his subspace, "Maybe we should hang out sometime and I can show you. I doubt now is the time for me to dump out the bag of holding."
He shrugged softly, "Largely though tinkering things, and then stuff like this because you never know what you'll find. There's probably some sort of snacks in there somewhere...." His tail twitched, "Speaking of I'm hungry. I hope we get off this chess board soon, I'd like to go get an ice cream or cake."
Unused Almadel’s purple berry gift - heals a target +15 HP once Metallic Bracelet - can be used towards one roll; it will double the attack (modifiers included)
used Almadel’s purple diamond pin - grants a one time bonus of +10 to a roll.
Niflhel Knight of Saturn : Journal Location: G8 Action: Caught off guard by Metis
Niflhel rolled his eyes when he heard Snowball mention cake but he would be lying if he said he wasn't hungry by this point. All that fighting made him want something to eat too. But his thoughts were jarred when Metis pulled on his sleeve.
He looked and nodding, "Yeah... I see them." he paused for a second looking at the bracelet he was wearing, "So the bracelets seem to be reacting too."
The Saturn knight sighed heavily, "I wonder if we're traveling by what's it call leyline? But I thought that only worked on earth." He looked around at the ragtag group they'd formed. Before focusing back on Metis, "Do you really think it'll take us out of here?"
Unused Almadel’s purple diamond pin - grants a one time bonus of +10 to a roll. Almadel’s purple berry gift - heals a target +15 HP once
used Metallic Bracelet - can be used towards one roll; it will double the attack (modifiers included)
General Prehnite Location:G9 Action: Hoping for Hatsya! Hp: Attack: Roll:
** “At least this time it was my choice--" ** -- All he could make out of Hatsyas words before the lightning took her. Even as he saw her lips move and tried to catch the rest, as he played the moment over and over in his mind.
They were alive though mostly, but alive at what cost? And the others were calling to him--
Pouch Items: Used the Pin. Wearing Bracelet. Not used Berry Yet.
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Inside each bag are three items: A tiny pin with a purple diamond; it is roughly the size of a dime and can be attached to any fabric material. Attaching to Vest. A round, purple berry that was firm to the touch and smelled sweet; it had a soft skin and was roughly the size of a cherry tomato. - Saving it in Subspace A bracelet that demands to be worn; something about it compels you to keep on your person. It is simple silver but has a multi-faceted, raindrop shaped gemstone charm dangling from it. The teardrop shaped gemstone has a silver glint to it and might have appeared clear if it weren’t for the swirling white mist trapped inside. Energy hummed inside these crystals–harvested, stored. Waiting to be used. There is a familiarity about them, though it may be hard to place. The Negaverse might feel as if it is a strange summoning, a call to arms. - Wearing It.
“*Ohgod—*“ His gasp was wretched, eyes wide and watery, glued in horror to the sight of those around him falling — *dying* — and doing so in no way he could comprehend as right!! The sound he made, barely stifled by the gold-tipped fist he shoved over his lips, as he watched Cala’ dissolve in a way that defied any kind of logic his mind could possibly bend itself around.
Was that death? Was that what death looked like here??! No body to bury — no essence to mourn — not even a starseed!?
The hand Rak had grabbed, and oh, he let him, let his General pull him back from a space that looked increasingly like a death trap — like a pit of self-destruction — and he clutched back at Rak in turn.
‘This doesn’t feel like winning—‘
It felt like stop-gap measures, like putting a heavy weight on the slow-stuttering hands of time. A moment that would tic-tic-tic itself free.
Someday—
Eventually——
"Oh, Rak --- Narci --" How many of them were down? How many did they need to get back up? Did it even matter if they managed it all now!?
Just a bit more, that was what Rak had asked of him. He could do it. He would.
Just a bit more ---
"We need to -- we need to do something--" As if there was something that could be done, as if simply finding something to do would fix everything!
Give — them — back! Give everyone back you lightning pissing b***h!
Denial rapidly heaved atop denial, like the breath spilling from his lungs; unresolved problems stacked high, stripped too thin to hold weight. A tilted jenga tower one rough brick-pull away from toppling over. And rather than wait for some laissez faire, steadier hand to come play him? He shoved the whole pile himself, kicking it over with thick, studded heel.
Seething as the beast continued to float there — with it’s stupid ******** face and ugly shrinking body — far too alive for his own damn liking, and who cared if it was caged? If the energy charged walls were quite literally closing in — cinching tight — sealed and sealing them one and all forever and ever in eternity! His sights, red over black, focused and charged with malice, were for the enemy that continued to draw something like breath and shed scales in his space; a weighty, glittery, shower of beastly-bits that seemed to cling to his dreads like wood chips after a good roll.
He wanted to go after it so, so, so ******** badly--
But then Helio was right there, making a menace of himself, dragging him back into the right here and right now as a warm presence at his side. And he only ever had the one response to being kissed; even if it was shockingly unexpected in his own mind. To kiss back, and cling, and then whine when the bluenette slid off again like the flowing, scalding waters he channeled so effortlessly and left him deposited beside a barely standing Faustite like a child left at day-care.
Are any of us good? ******** me... A wonder as he actually took stock of his team, of all their myriad injuries, of the fact that there were new colors in the mix and new bullshit happening. At least Faustite is up---
"Ei---" Anything else he'd wanted to say? Anything more? As the heat was ripped away in a flash -- no -- as he watched Faustite bamph off to ******** knew what and where and the words caught barbed in his throat, full of stalled expletives' and shocked awe.
Borax's voice distant in his ears --
'Haymitch is back!?' And his soul knew it to be true, even if it took his eyes a moment to find the kittens prone body amongst the rest, Lith, a limping pax. ******** Fafnir playing lightning rod in Faustites stead--
He was overjoyed---
'What kind of trade is this--'
He was wracked with grief--
He didn't understand what he was seeing, what sort of deal the universe had struck against him by giving and taking hand over fist like they were easily discardable toys.
lizbot
Hestia
strickenized
Faustite + Niter
Seiana_ZI
Borax + Fulgurite
Amor Remanet
Ilmari
Kolina
Helio + Magnus
a-disgruntled-dragon
Litharge + Haymitch + Mizuki
amasis
Tincanolite
Shiningamisgirl
Albite
meighei
Tama
whimsical blue
Fafnir
Daekie
Pax
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Corrupt Basic Mirabilite Location:G6 Action: Trying to figure out whats next -- and not become a meal! Hp: 55 Shield: Roll:
The tone of such praise that bordered on sounding like 'respect' in Mira's book. Or maybe that was just her Senshi superiority flairing? All paired with the clap on the back was an easy reminder to look up from the gross ground and into the expanse of space and dying snake above, the dwindling storm. A reminder that they weren't dead or dying -- well -- at least not all of them! Relief came easy, a cracked smile, a tired mirth, a breathless glee that filled her lungs and led her to cackle less than daintily (especially as she watched Grieve fling the sharp toothed, murder-fish into the path of ending). Grieves bullshit was infectious, as was her bold, garbled, caw.
It took her a moment to compose herself, to clear her throat and chuckle more prettily, with poise and purpose as she went about smoothing out her fried strays and ruffled skirts. Every end was ******** singed, would need oiling, a nice long soak, a hot steam. She was a splayed mess across a ******** up floor, but godamnit? She was going to try to pull her s**t together!!
“Alright you maniacs, you’ve been fun.” Yes, 'fun' -- like a root canal sans anesthesia; -100/10 would not recommend facing a world ending snake again. “But it’s time for me to go—“ catching Neko'chans gaze, mouthing 'Mirabilite' and with a mouth that screamed 'pleasure to have worked with you.' While hoping the Lieutenant made it out of harms way, all before scooping what glittery loot she could, into her skirts, into subspace, because she would've been lying to have said she didn't like a good sparkly, shiny, fun time thing!!
"Now -- where?" Red lines in the mist, but not much else that looked anything like a godamned door!?
He'd been trying to find an out for them, someway for them to escape this prision and get home, when he spotted Laurelite and others gathering around her. Her aura was dark, so chaotic, and he'd seen the power she'd unleased earlier and without a doubt it had shaken him up. But right now, with his partner weak and in his arms, Melpomene headed towards her. He could hope for safety in numbers, and some plan to escape might be formulated amongst those here.
Shifting Chalcanthite's weight in his arms, though really it was more the others lanky body which was the issue, the blond could only hope those gathered were friendly towards hic court. He wasn't white moon, not a knight or a senshi, he was chaos like them just a different flavor of it. As he drew closer he stared at the Queen and bowed his head in respect, she might not be his faction leader but she was his partners and she had earned her rank, bright eyes looking over those gathered as he sought to blend in with the group as best he could.
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General* Chalcanthite Location:E7 > C8 Action: Being carried, not amused about this turn of events.
He wouldn't argue about resting, at least as long as he was able to get reports to and from his team while he was recovering. Making a disgruntled noise as they mentioned calling him out of work like he was a child who couldn't handle things, he closed his eyes again to try and see if his vision might clear sooner rather than later.
Nearly protesting the kiss, knowing there were people around, he felt even more worried as he felt the aura of his queen and another royal drawing closer as his fiance carried him somewhere. Covering his face slightly, he cursed under his breath at being brought closer to such high-ranking individuals in such a state.
"No... I cannot be seen like this by her." Keeping quiet as he tried to keep his face hidden, he didn't like being seen weak, especially by enemies as well. He could understand their worry, even if he felt no worse than he had during some of the lowest points of his life from before meeting them, but the tension was building as they made it near the queen, and he felt his fiance nodding.
Arawn’s head was spinning. He held tightly to Laon like a lifeline. He was, in many ways. How was he supposed to do anything without him. Laon took such good care of him, especially when his memory wouldn’t even let him know what day it was.
Remarque asked to see him. He didn’t want to release his hold. His ears felt like he was underwater. Remarque was asking others to help, names he barely recognized. Or maybe he didn’t and he was just imagining that they did. He tried to commit them to memory… Lacerta and Persephone… but he wasn’t sure how well he’d manage.
He didn’t know which was which. One was saying that Laon was going to be okay. The other was saying they hadn’t used their magic on an unconscious person before.
The touch to his arm had him jumping and, although he tried to snarl out of instinct, he was too drained and emotionally broken to manage much more than a whimper. He didn’t know who she was (Orcus), but she wasn’t one of them. Why did she care? It didn’t matter.
The voice of another (Telesto) pointed out Laon’s eyes, and Arawn leaned back to look at his face again, startled by the strange sight. What the ******** was wrong with him?
“Laon,” Arawn choked, and then rubbed his eyes with his hand before looking down at Laon again. “Hey, can you hear me?” His voice sounded as raw as his throat felt. He both wanted people to come close to take care of Laon, but wanted them far away at the same time. He didn’t trust them. How could he? But he was desperate--
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He appreciates the help even if he's a little feral. QQ
Earth was hidden behind clouds. The serpent was trapped. Dangerous lightning and scales still showered down on the field, threatening to injure all of them. She wasn’t even paying attention to if she’d gotten hurt or not. All she could do was try to focus on what they could control. Like talking about ice cream.
Connie laughed at Belmont’s suggestion. It was quiet but there was amusement in her voice, and cheer in her smile. She even had to lift a hand to wipe the tears from her eyes!
“Oh! Oh, no. That’s not weird! I like butter pecan! I like dark chocolate the most, but as long as it’s not too sweet, like marshmallow-- Oh, I was laughing too hard,” she insisted, laughing a bit more, but now it sounded forced. She kept wiping away the tears that didn’t seem to want to stop.
“This is silly,” she forced another laugh. How was she supposed to keep being her if she wasn’t bright and cheerful all the time? That was who she was, wasn’t it? Trying to look at the positive side of things?
But she didn’t know what happened to Earth. She didn’t know if they were going to be trapped there. Even if she tried to pretend like she wasn’t tired-- she was. She had to keep pushing forward though, because that was how she could be herself, and hopefully bring Belmont a little bit of light in the dark place they were in.
“I wouldn’t mind trying something like… oh, I’ve heard there’s like… corn flavored ice cream. Or avocado! That’s pretty weird. Oh-- sorry. This is just--”
She stopped trying to smile for a moment and just hid her face behind her hand and took a deep breath. She was just overwhelmed. That was all. But she could be herself, no problem. Which was why after another moment, she lowered her hand to show Belmont a bright smile. It only wobbled a little.
Thankfully, she had something to distract herself with. The little stone she found in her gift bag before seemed to be letting off a strange glow. She pulled it out of her subspace to blink curiously at it, before holding it out to Belmont if he wanted to see as well.
“It’s so pretty, but… Do you think we’re supposed to do something with it?”
