Cadet Lysanna Roll: 24 Action: Growing alarmed at the sudden deterioration of the conditions and grabbing a bag for herself. And accidentally glitter-bombing her left hand.
The group that was around the Commodore was growing and Lysanna was interested in some of the new faces that she was seeing, perhaps for the first time, it seemed. Her wandering gaze darted around the positioned members that had answered the summons from the mysterious sender and there was a small flare of hope that just maybe, with the numbers that were on hand, whatever threat they were facing could be sent back to its prison or destroyed. The latter result would be only a last resort. Lysanna didn't cherish violence, nor did any of her fellow members. But if it needed to be done, would she shed a tear?
The abrupt change in the conditions on the hill caught the cadet off guard. Her gaze shot to the sky where a breach seemed to be forming and her gaze narrowed. Was that a flash of something white? The balls of lightning were expanding and Lysanna almost wanted to test a theory of trying to harness the surge of electricity into her source stone. That thought was discarded as soon as the multitude of blue bags appeared in a shower of glitter. Reaching up for the one that seemed closest to her did Lysanna read the message on the gift tag before her forehead scrunched up in thought. Almadel? Ooh, the museum and kosopd infestation. Taking out the pin and the bracelet did the cadet study both items before feeling as if she needed to wear the bracelet as soon as possible. Pinning the pin to her uniform with shaking fingers did Lysanna reach out to possibly steady herself before her hand went through the after image of another bag only to have her hand come back coated in glitter that she could not scrape off. Sliding the bracelet over the hand that was now very sparkly did Lysanna watch as others around her did the same.
Counting on one person to keep us all safe, is that wise?
[[ Lysanna's open for interaction. Standing with the Vanguard group around Lyndin ]]
Action: Niflhel, Snowball, Totoro speaking with Metis, Realta, and Aquitania. Coming up with possible battle strategy. Also "OHH GIFTIES"
Snowball : Journal - Currently Cat Form (Has Sailor unlocked)
Snowball watched curiously as another chibi joined the group having originally missed her. Which made him frown, how had he not noticed another chibi. Oh well, he smiled towards the second with a nod. When he was introduced he jumped down from Niflhel's shoulder and smiled, "Nice to meet you Realta. You as well, Totoro."
He then turned to Aquitania and sat down letting his tail decorated with crystals wrap around his paws, "And how are you miss....?" Had he missed her name? He was also nodding when Realta mentioned what Totoro's attack could do, "Interesting. I've got my senshi form. But... haven't used it too much to be honest. Might have to break it out here."
The bag showing up in front of him was quite a surprise but he took it softly looking at it using his paws to sort though the items.
Niflhel sighed as yet another child joined them and shot a look at Metis that if she could read it said 'why are we the baby sitters?' Not that he minded chibis but he didn't really want them to be in a fight with them that was this . . . anything but a world ending event.
He paused however when Metis introduced Realta and the cat was already talking strategy. Which caused the Knight to pull out the meteor hammer, "Well... I suppose an attack that makes someone more sensitive could be very useful." There was a pause, "Um, the magic that came with this isn't very nice... so you kids try to avoid being in range if I use it."
He didn't want the kids to feel like they were having the life sucked out them, they were too young for that sort of negativity. He looked at Metis, "Well if it's blinded, it can't see me throw the meteor hammer .... assuming it's small enough." He looked at the other chibi when Realta asked if she'd used her attack. He was curious what she could do.
There was a bag that appeared in front of him from Amadel "Oh look, party favors." He said dryly. Though they weren't unwelcomed, he slipped the bracelet on his wrist and looked at it. What in the world was Almadel up to?
Sailor Totoro, Chibi Senshi of raccoons (basic) : Journal
Totoro waved to Aquitania, when she joined them and grinned, "Hi again!" He gave Realta a rub and tilted his head as Niflhel and Metis spoke; and then looked back to Realta, "So I could actually be useful?" He said with a big cheesy grin.
"I like when I'm useful!" He was also curious about Aquitania's attacks but there were enough people asking her questions he didn't add his own. When the bag came out of the sky his eyes grew wide, "Oh, I like party favors." He said echoing Niflhel's words about the fancy bag. He pulled out the items inspecting them and putting the bracelet on much like the knight did. "I wonder what they do."
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"Pretty sure it means that whatever is happening is getting closer." Richtersveld couldn't think of anything else it could be, and it made her shift uncomfortably where she stood. "A lot closer."
"Great. Is it time to beat up a snake?"
"I already said that--" Richtersveld paused, reaching out for the bag that appeared in front of her. "Ah, looks like someone's left us a present."
Dumuzi was already digging into his, with no real acknowledgment of who Almadel might be. "Whatever ******** helps."
"Ah, Anser," Minkowski was the first to stop moving, looking at what appeared in front of them, "do you know who Almadel is?"
"Oh, that's the guy who shows up sometimes around Star Fest. Usually has some wares for trade like he's a merchant out of a video game." Anser blinked, putting her small selection of drinks back in her subspace to take the bag for herself. "Did he send this?"
"Looks like it. With a kiss and hug emoji?"
Anser chuckled. "Seems on brand with the way Encke talked about him..."
The further away he got from Faustite's cluster, the better. That was probably where Cryolite most likely was. Nectaris would be easier to avoid, all things considered--
His steps stopped midstride when he saw the bag appear in front of him. Instinct said to ignore it; since when had things magically floating in the air bode anything actually helpful? Did he have a choice in the matter, though? Could he just swat it away and have it not just follow him to the abyss-
Whatever.
Fulgurite swiped it without looking at it while weaving out of the oppressive traffic.
"Oh!" The little bag had been an unexpected follow-up to his question, and it momentarily distracted him from the question he was nudging in Onasilos' direction. Easily, he took the one that appeared in front of him. "Looks like a foreigner had an idea or two..."
Abzu rubbed at his chest with the hand that held his bag, still keeping Pendour's hand in his other hand.
"Just in the nick of time, too. He would drop something on all of us and flee into the night..."
Would it be enough? It was hard to say.
He still tried not to read too hard into the XO Almadel had signed it with.
Abzu's gaze flicked back to Onasilos. "Suppose as I was asking... Did you ever see anything like this on your homeworld?"
Did he think it was literally that serpent? No. But it was certainly a serpent, and given the world-eating monikers it apparently had, it was a parallel that did not escape Emain Ablach’s notice. But he, as requested, did not answer Nectaris’ question. “Killing it will probably be easier in the long run, because a dead thing doesn’t require the upkeep a living one does.” Where would they even put something that big? No zoo on Earth would be able to hold it.
There was a crawling feeling down the back of his neck, and Emain Ablach frowned, lifting his head to look around for the source of it. It was not easy to ignore, the way it crawled from his neck and down his spine, coiling in the pit of his stomach like some forsaken thing. Someone was staring at him. But who?
The feeling passed, but the unease from it did not, and Emain Ablach rubbed the back of his neck to try and settle his nerves. Of course there would be animosity here. Order and chaos were inhabiting the same space and being forced in their “Get Along” shirts for the sake of fighting off whatever was coming for them. And once that threat was passed, the Negaverse would go back to stealing people’s energy, or worse–murdering them for their starseeds. This was just a diversion–
The little packages arriving effectively distracted Emain Ablach from his musing, and he reached out to grab one of them. Seeing other people open it, he opened his immediately and withdrew the contents with a fair bit–and equal parts–of confusion and wonder.
“Look, I’m just saying that this giant snake better kill us all, or my mom will kill us,” Basiluzzo retorted glibly. As far as who had summoned them? “I have no idea. It would be nice if someone with the capacity to summon that many people at once would lend some firepower, you know?” Of course, knowing their luck, whoever it was would be utterly noncombative and not able to help fight at all.
Oh, but the little bags would probably help. Basiluzzo snagged the one fluttering down towards him and reached for the one heading for Viatrix, since he was taller and could just hand it over. That was, of course, until the bag went incorporeal and Basiluzzo found himself covered in glitter. He sputtered, jerking his hand back and slapping at his arm to try and dislodge the glitter, to no avail. “Alright, fine, that’s definitely your bag, then,” he grumbled, turning back to his own.
“Neither of you laugh at me.”
Basiluzzo slipped the bracelet on, relieved that it fit around his hand wraps. The berry went back into the little bag for safekeeping, but the pin went on his clothes. Basiluzzo inspected the bracelet, letting the gem catch what light was left with the skies seeming to literally descend upon them. The wind whipped his hair into his face and seemed to want to choke him with his hood, so Basiluzzo put his hood down and combed his hair out of his face with obvious impatience.
The air was heavy with possibility, and it was making him antsy--
Lopezite was as unfamiliar to Jasper as Jasper no doubt was to him, but that was no great surprise. Jasper tended to stick with the familiar, which was how he’d gotten himself into the Negaverse in the first place, lured by friends looking for easy recruits. Since Kamacite didn’t seem uncomfortable by the General’s presence—at least no more uncomfortable than usual—Jasper accepted the introduction and returned his own with a simple, “Jasper.”
He politely waved off the offered snack for himself but watched attentively to make sure Kamacite ate the energy bar.
“If the shields don’t hold I suppose we’ll know who to blame,” Jasper answered Kamacite. As impressive as the feat of adapting alien technology should have seemed, Jasper found it somewhat uninspiring. He didn’t like to rely on anyone who, in his view, hadn’t adequately proven themselves.
Gray eyes lifted to gaze at a sky which looked as if it were falling. There was something strangely beautiful about it but Jasper didn’t allow himself to be distracted by the effort of putting it into words. There was danger to it, too. The wind strengthened. Kamacite often looked as if a strong gust of wind might blow him over, so Jasper put a hand on his arm to steady him.
The blue velvet bags were an oddity Jasper hadn’t accounted for. Curiosity compelled him to take one for himself; politeness urged him to reach for another to pass to Kamacite or Lopezite. The latter action resulted in a hand covered in glitter. Jasper swore under his breath and shook his hand, but the glitter remained stubbornly in place.
Amoris and Imhotep both turned to greet Promethei as he arrived, the latter moving immediately to his side. “You haven’t seen Emain Ablach either, then?” A flash of concern creased Amoris’ brow, and he cast his own look around. How hard could it be to see someone with a giant shield in the crowd?
Harder than expected, evidently.
Amoris wished there was a landmark or anything that could be used to orient on, and that that way they could send a message to Emain Ablach about where they were relative to that landmark. As the wind kicked up and the not-lightning got worse, Amoris muttered something impolite under his breath and stepped closer to the other two.
He would really feel better if he knew where Emain Ablach was–
Imhotep, on the other hand, stepped a step away from the other two as the weather got worse and he saw a flash of what looked like scales through the clouds. He looked down at his weapon, at the snake carved into the wood. Given that his shielding used snake motifs, he didn’t suppose that would help at all against the literal electric snake hanging over their heads.
When the bags arrived, Imhotep read the note with careful consideration before putting on the items contained therein. The berry stayed in the bag, but the bag was then tied to his waistband, something he watched Amoris replicate. He did pause, however, before putting the berry back into the bag. Would it be best to eat it now, before the action really got started, or did it have a timer that would make it better to wait?
He frowned as he made sure the bag was secure and then looked back up into the sky.
The crowd continued to fill in. Carnallite frowned and glared at any White Moon Senshi or Knight who drew too close but otherwise left them alone. She kept her gaze fixed to the sky. The clouds bubbled. Light stretched across, not at all like typical lightning. The tiny specs of ascending shields were now nowhere to be seen. They could only hope they served their purpose. A strong wind jostled her, whipping her long hair around. Carnallite merely planted her feet more firmly against the ground.
The velvet bag, heralded by a burst of glitter, earned a suspicious frown. Carnallite took one only when she saw one of her nearby allies do the same. The apparent gifts inside meant nothing to her, nor did the name attached, though she was sure she’d heard it passed around the Dark Kingdom or read of it in the database. She kept the small pin in hand at first, nudging it with her thumb. The bracelet was more compelling, so Carnallite donned it.
Ah, there was the sourpuss himself. Ancha raised an eyebrow at the tone of Hydor’s voice even more than the words he said. “Oh please, I didn’t drag you to s**t.” To Sacha, “see? He just shows up.” She turned so that the two of them had an unobstructed view of one another. “Sacha, Hydor. Hydor, Sacha.”
“She talks of you sometimes,” Sacha replied matter-of-factly, rising to all four paws. Ancha snorted, reaching up for a bag that was floating down in front of her face. “I am not incorrect.”
“No, you’re not wrong.” She glanced at Hydor, figuring she should explain that it wasn’t what it sounded like. Context, and all that. “He asked me who awoke me and who has been training me.” If by training she meant saving her a** twice now when she ended up in over her head– “So I told him. Where’s Faust, anyway? Isn’t he usually with you?”
“The other guardian cat?” Sacha sounded hopeful, looking around. “Ancha, pick me up, so that I might be able to see better.”
“Yeah, sure.” Ancha slipped the bracelet and pin on and put the berry back in the bag before stooping to lift Sacha into the air. “Don’t you have that human form you can access?”
“Only for an hour a day, and I might need it later.” Sacha wriggled out of her arms and stood on her shoulders.
“Christ you’re heavy. I’m putting you on a diet.”
“I am a perfectly healthy weight for my age and size,” Sacha retorted. Ancha was pretty sure the ensuing bop of her face with his tail was on purpose. She sputtered, muttering about eating cat hair, but when she could see again she saw that Sacha was holding a bag in his teeth that looked like the one she had recovered. “What was in this?” his voice was muffled around the bag, but she could understand him well enough.
“Uh.” She moved to see if there was anything left in her bag aside from the berry. “A pin, a berry, a bracelet… Look, do you see any other Guardian cats? You're still heavy." The wind was not helping with his fur getting blown into her face.
"Blow me. You were going to show up whether I asked you to or not because Faustite asked."
Well, just because Borax was right didn’t mean Tincalconite would admit he was right. At least, not out loud. Out loud, he rolled his eyes and scoffed. Almost loud enough for others to hear. Almost. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” muttered he lowly under his breath. “If we live, I’ll think about it.”
The appearance of the gift bags distracted him enough from talking back to what was technically his superior officer. Tincalconite reached for the one in front of him, opening it and inspecting its contents. “Well, better than nothing, I hope.” The accessories went on immediately, lest they get lost. The berry? He turned it over in his fingers. Contemplating it.
Fang's smile got a little brighter when Kerberos congratulated him on his new transcendence marks, and he nodded his thanks, trailing a hand over one of his arms, right along the brambles.
Ida's sudden presence made his tail wag and he perked up a little. "Happy to see you," he told her. A little part of him hoped she'd also notice his pretty new marks, but that wasn't important right then.
He nodded a simple greeting at the arrival of someone else (Chariklo) and the same to Illyira.
The bags appearing made him grab his with a quick viciousness, ready for it to be something bad because at the same moment, the lightning stopped being lightning and just an awful, growing light, wind picking up, and a horrific sense of pressure. After eyeing the bag and the note critically, and seeing Ida open it with no issues, he opened it.
Hmm. He put the bracelet on immediately, followed by the pin on his shirt, and tucked the berry into his subspace along with the bag. He wasn't sure when they were supposed to eat it, but he didn't think it was meant for right now. The new bracelet jangled with the others on his wrist, and he thought it looked rather nice. He hoped they got to keep them.
Then, he tried to reach with his magical senses. There had to be something to this.
Take them out one at a time, Sessrumnir said. Overwhelm and weaken them.
Ganymede frowned. Memory took her back to their assault on the Dark Kingdom. They’d fought stubbornly, desperately. How many had it taken to kill Apatite? How many more had faced Laurelite and fallen to her scythe? Maybe those two had been an exception. Ganymede didn’t think so. She knew her own powers and she knew most of theirs. One on one, she stood no chance.
Whether they won or lost, they could be walking to their deaths either way.
She held Valhalla’s gaze long enough to ensure they were in silent agreement. Conserving her magic would put her at a disadvantage against the Calamitous Hollow, given how little of it was useful. Valhalla had more options.
Oberon’s glance toward Lyndin didn’t go without notice. Ganymede avoided following his gaze. She had her own doubts about the Velencians’ alliance with the Negaverse, but she knew not to draw attention to them.
For Solaris, Ganymede managed a small smile in greeting. “I think it’s good if some of you can have a little fun with it.” She eyed Alastor and Lucien, too. “If you can enjoy yourself at the end of the world, you’re either confident or insane. I’ll take confidence. There hasn’t been enough of it to go around for a while now.”
She herself had little left, if she’d had any to begin with. She fought because she had to, because the alternative was a sacrifice she wasn’t yet willing to make.
When the clouds shifted and the wind picked up, Ganymede had trouble keeping her footing. The gale caught at her wings and jostled her around. She grabbed onto Valhalla to keep herself steady, staring up up up through a break in the clouds, and the flash of white beyond.
Thus the sudden appearance of the velvet bags took her by surprise. Ganymede caught one on instinct. The attached note earned another frown. “Thief,” she muttered, but she looked inside anyway, palming the pin and the berry. The bracelet found its way onto her wrist, blending in with the rest of the jewels that dripped from her form.
Danube easily followed directions to join Cybele and the others. Given what the sky was doing, she was loath to be off on her own, anyway. Maybe if she were stronger, then maybe the roiling of the sky and flashes of scales wouldn't be turning her stomach far more than her face was letting show. She couldn't help looking back at her arrow and giving it a sad little wiggle. The best she could probably hope for was giving it to someone with a bow who had run out of arrows.
But she wasn't going to help anyone by whining about it, and it was important to seem confident. So Danube took a deep breath and pretended like looking up at the sky was her plan all along… just in time to get gently bopped on the nose by a small package drifting down from the clouds. Exclaiming her surprise, Danube grabbed it and opened it immediately.
Stromboli turned his pizza oven paddle this way and that, being careful not to hit anyone with it. "Well, if it comes close enough, I'll be sure to wallop it, how's that?" He spun it twice in his hand, then tucked it back to himself, slipping it into one of his waist sashes. It jingled the chains there, a delicate tinkling noise that did not fit the violence in the sky above them, a violence that threatened direct approach. Stromboli frowned.
"Don't suppose we can intercept it? If we could all just get the jump on it…"
"I can't fly, alas," Onasilos replied. "If you know how to get up there, then I am open to suggestions." His tone and facial expression were apologetic. He even winced at the idea that 'the foreigner' might have an idea. "If that refers to me, then… no, I do not. I'm sorry." His tail lashed once, twice, and he opened his mouth to continue.
"Wait, what are those?" Ran interrupted, gesturing to little bundles that had appeared in the air before each of them. He reached for his, inspecting the tag. "Almadel?" He wasn't familiar with that name, and the look he gave the others around him showed as much. Were these safe? Other people were opening them…
"Al– oh, the merchant. I remember him!" Stromboli snagged the one in front of him and opened it immediately. "I wonder what he has–" Sure, the treasures, Stromboli had been told, had not always been Almadel's to give out so freely, but Stromboli would angst about the moral implications of the trinkets when the world wasn't in imminent danger. He donned the accessories immediately and gave the berry a cursory sniff. It didn't smell bad or anything. The texture was fine. "Should we eat this now or wait?"
"I will be waiting," Akhaef murmured, slipping the bracelet over his wrist to join the rest of his gold. Though, speaking of… He cast a wary look upward at the not-lightning and then began to doff that gold. Each piece removed vanished with a flick of his wrist. He was not sure how much it would save him should he be struck, but it was best not to take any chances. The gold in his hair, however, would be much harder to remove. He would save that until last, if they had the time.
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