Princess Ida Roll: 2 (floating off the ground) Action: Taking princess form as she floats into the air, finding her 'feet' with her wings, and shooting an arrow at the queen bug
In the midst of the melee, she felt the sudden, overwhelming miasma of a General Sovereign as someone released their form and revealed themselves. It was instinct to respond in kind. Ida might be experienced as an eternal senshi, but she did not have the sheer strength a general sovereign had.
Ida released her own form, letting the glowing petals fall around her and form into sweeps of purple cloth and the soft white of feathers at her back. Lights flickered around them then, going dark completely save for the glow her own markings gave off, and those of others around her. She could still hear the bugs scrabbling, unbothered by the lack of light, before they came on again, brighter than before.
And Ida's now-bare feet left the ground as Almadel called out apologies over the sound system.
What the heck? Had he turned off the gravity? For a moment, Ida kicked at the air and her wings beat instinctively behind, sending her drifting to the side before she righted herself. Maybe... Maybe those things might actually be good for something more than decoration for once. Ida beat her wings to get herself turned around and climbed higher, beating off the confused, but calm kosopods that drifted and spun in the air around her, some of their aggression taken out by the sweet smell of flowers that had come with her new form.
"Chari, you good?" She called as she cast about to check on Kerberos too, catching sight of many others finding the gravity just as lacking as she did, if more troublesome. Across the hall, the Queen clung to the walls and spit acid at the crowd, making itself a perfect target by holding in place.
"Heavenly Orchid Arrows..." Ida threw her arm up and called her magic, creating an arc of glowing petals that she took in hand, drawing back an invisible bowstring. A glowing arrow appeared between her hands and she sighted down it, aiming right for the chittering face of the queen. She released it, sending her drifting form spinning backwards until her wings caught her, the shining arrow roaring across the space to explode before the queen.
Royal Passive:
A floral scent surrounds Ida when she takes princess form, making those in her vicinity calmer and less prone to violence. It won’t stop someone in mid-attack, but can influence them passively to be less violent in her presence. For those already passive or friendly, the smell gives comfort and can ease the mind. It lasts for a minute before the scent fades.
Eternal Sailor Attack: Heavenly Orchid Arrows!
[What it does] An out-flung hand casts a trail of petals that form a bow-like shape. She takes it up and uses it to fire arrows of light with hardened petals as arrow heads. The arrows have an 'aura' of power to them and explode on contact. The explosion is more concussive, causing a pressure that can push a target backwards a foot or two, but doesn't do much in the way of actual damage. Unbalanced enemies could be knocked over, if they were caught unaware. Particularly heavy opponents may not be moved by the attack, but could be distracted or slowed by the pressure of it. Each arrow takes a lot of power to cast and her limit is three, which exhausts her and can force her to retire until she's rested.
The Space Cauldron
eldritch stardust
Noir Songbird
just keeping an eye out for him <3
Daekie rolled 2 4-sided dice:
1, 4Total: 5 (2-8)
Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2024 8:13 am
Corrupt Sailor Aschera Die Roll: 1 Action:You are lifted into the air as the gravitational field is disrupted. Aschera wouldn't have described herself as a fighter, but she wouldn't have described herself as a lover, either. He wasn't doing much fighting right now, just trying to get a better vantage point on the big one -- right now he was really regretting never getting really into isopods! -- and, look, he hadn't had a lot of good sleep, and there was so much he was still remembering he had to do this week, had he picked up strawberries at the grocery store yesterday?
She wasn't even particularly upset about losing contact with gravity; honestly it might as well happen. What Aschera was actually upset about, right now, very suddenly, was the proximity of multiple very grabby kosopods to his legs and feet, which would have been very interesting to watch happen to literally anyone else here. "Get off," she snapped, doing her best to kick one or two away before they really started acting on their ideas; there was reasonable, measurable success, but there was still the whole problem about force generating motion in zero-g, and also the fact that as Aschera was still finding out, parts of the gravity mid-air still worked.
Falling six feet onto the ground at the feet of a bunch of other corrupt senshi was a little humiliating, but he'd managed to pry another few kosopods off and crushed one of the few remaining under his side, and he didn't think anything was worse than bruised. Not even her pride. Stronger people than Aschera were having the worst zero-g animal experiences of their lives in this room!
But he was... going to stay on the ground for a moment. Bruised did not mean unharmed, and she didn't exactly have a lot of fat padding her hips to protect herself from the cold, unforgiving might of the floor, aided by gravity. Let this (enormous? actually really chiseled?) guy (Albite) whose feet he'd basically fallen right in front of make whatever assumptions he wanted to make; Aschera could deal with that later, when there were other, different problems, as opposed to the ones he and everyone else here were ******** having right now. [962/1000]
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Albite
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Eternal Corrupt Chrysocolla Die Roll: 4 Action: Throwing a kosopod at Ida. Not getting involved in the chaos. Everything had been starting to get messy already, but when Almadel apparently broke the gravity in the museum, it all got a lot worse. Chrysocolla frowned, pointedly, with eyes turning a stony grey with an outline of ruby-topaz-garnet. Aliens. She'd never really met any of the Vanguard she'd liked very much, she'd done her best to kill Kurma - who hadn't showed his face again since Astraya, as far as she could tell, because she would've hunted him down if she'd even heard the implication he was back in town.
...Hey, hadn't Almadel been at Astraya too? Useless and annoying. Admittedly, that was a lot of humans, too; if a basic order senshi had actually said or done anything meaningful that didn't boil down into the need for Chrysocolla to punt them like a rat dog, she'd never been there for it.
She'd disappointed Metallia personally with that failure, with Kurma. She was looking into other options these days to fix it -- to be useful, to be something, to be other -- but while she was here, she was probably not allowed to starseed Almadel for the crime of being frustrating, so she was just simply going to have to deal.
Kosopods went whizzing by; Chrysocolla slammed her boot into one of them with all the strength being an Eternal gave her, and only wrinkled her nose at an errant spray of acid that tagged her wings. Oh well. They were useless anyway, so she didn't really care. She repeated the process a few times; if these stupid little bugs were going to get in her way while she was just standing here, she was going to do whatever she wanted to them. They were bugs. It wasn't like they were people. And with the gravity... Meissa seemed fine, if a little wobbly. That was a good sign. Beatrix she could help, if need be.
The queen kosopod would've probably been a problem for other people. Other people were not Chrysocolla, who had planted her feet flat on the ground, and with full knowledge of her lack of ranged combat abilities, was staying there. If it killed someone she'd grab their starseed before they died all the way, anyway? It wouldn't be that hard. From all the stupid magic calls being yelled out everywhere, all the noise, all the bodies running around...
Oh. Okay. She had an idea. And even if someone did point at her as culpable, she could say she'd been aiming for the wall. Chrysocolla drew her arm back, waited for a miscellaneous kosopod to float by in chittering distress, and sent it hurtling towards Princess Ida as hard as she could. It wasn't going to accomplish anything, really, but if it hit it'd make her feel pretty satisfied, and wasn't that what mattered?
Corrupt Ilmari of Chastity. Dice Roll: 1 = You are lifted into the air as the gravitational field is disrupted. You are surrounded by Kosopods who are desperately looking for anything to hold onto. They may spit acid at you or just try to grab onto you to try and ground themselves. They seem to have little control over their movements. You may be able to grab onto something or someone to hold yourself down but this will be incredibly difficult and (at player choice) you may wind up lifting them off the ground a bit instead. You may choose to drift into a gravitational pocket and plummet back down to the ground. You should not take extreme fall damage but you may wind up with a few bruises. Action: getting comeuppance for having done well with his magic in the form of gravitational shenanigans.
Eternal Fafnir’s idea of pairing off like the buddy system turned out to be incredibly prescient. The kosopods’ attack was disorganized, all of them responding to different actions by different people. Some of them around the room seemed perfectly well behaved while others seemed practically feral, spitting acid over everything and anyone who got in their way. But on the whole, things looked to be turning in the favor of people who had more highly developed nervous systems and actual brains to their names (though Ilmari did wonder if he should have pointed out to Albite that both the Queen and General-King Jet had asked them not to attack anybody, and the Order senshi and Knights present here might have taken getting hit with kicked-over kosopods as an act of aggression).
(Not that Ilmari actually knew what kosopods had or did not have going on amongst their internal anatomy. Frankly, he didn’t want to know, either. But given their obvious similarities to Terran isopods, who hadn’t exactly been gifted with sapience and a fully functional prefrontal cortex, Ilmari couldn’t imagine that the kosopods had much in the way of brains.)
Unfortunately, the good luck didn’t last.
Ilmari recognized that the gravity was malfunctioning before Almadel even explained it over the speakers—mostly because the lack of proper gravity swept the boy clean off his feet. One moment, he was going to stomp on another kosopod before his magic wore off. The lack of proximity and relative weakness of his magic meant that Ilmari was probably going to be rather useless against the queen herself. Better for him to stick with his own team, to watch out for Eternal Albite and Vesuvianite—and any of the others among them who might have needed extra help—and to avoid any impulses to be a big damn hero when stomping out the troops was just as necessary for success as taking out the queen. Thinking about everyone present was the best way to secure success for the Negaverse in the long run. Trying to be a big damn hero could get a boy killed.
The next moment, though, Ilmari’s cute little heels failed to connect with either the floor or the soft underbelly of a kosopod. Trying to stomp down only succeeded in knocking him back, so as he floated up and away from his team, Ilmari seemed to be sprawled out on his back.
Ugh, demeaning, he thought, fruitlessly clawing at the frictionless air and trying to somehow adjust his position. Floating away, Ilmari didn’t mind as much as some of the people around him seemed to do (if anything, it made him feel successful and accomplished in a way that staying rooted to the ground never could have given him, yes, thank you, he did make an effort to take good care of himself and he appreciated this knowledge that, by his own internal metrics for measuring such things, it was working). But if this had to happen, then Ilmari just didn’t want to do it while looking like any of the useless b***h, extremely masc-presenting boys on Grindr who had no femmes all over their profiles but would still crawl, simpering, into Baz’s DM’s and be on their backs within an hour.
But because everything could always get worse, flailing around only succeeded in attracting kosopods. First, one attached itself to Ilmari’s leg. He jabbed his pointy heel at its “whatever you called the forehead area on an isopod,” but it didn’t seem to accomplish much. Took him a few tries to knock that one off himself entirely. By the time he managed that, four more had found other places on his legs and arms to settle in. Four others on top of that were making their way towards him, as though Ilmari looked like the most delicious snack in this entire museum.
“Um, boss,” Ilmari called out, struggling in vain to get the disgusting little things off of himself. “Vesuvianite? ……Help? Please?”
genovianprince
Ilmari appreciates your forthcoming help, Vesuvianite!
Shiningamisgirl
He also appreciates your confidence and physical stability, Albite! (urgh, filling in late tags, I’m so sorry emotion_bigheart)
Kolina rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-4)
Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2024 12:43 pm
Magnus, Corrupt Mauvian ACTION: Magnus getting spittle spray, flying through the air, and finding a box for his Kosopod.
Magnus was quite happy with his prize. His glorious golden Kosopod was well contained now that it couldn't scurry away from him. The real question was....did he kill it? It certainly would be easier to keep it. His mind raced with all of the options that the carapace could be used for. He practically purred with delight. A box. He needed a box for it. He began scanning for a storage vessel. He loath to kill it just yet until he knew if it held any sort of worth alive over dead.
The Kosopod, though detained, wasn't down and out. It began to wiggle and twitch like the others. Spit spraying from it's mouth. It would have hit Magnus if not for one of the senshi (Ilmari) hadn't used their magic at that exact time, lessening the Kosopods force. As it was, Magnus only dealt with splatter flying up and hitting him from it's impact with the ground. It didn't take long for the acid spit to dissolve small spots of fur.
The little win was over though because Almadel did something that was anything but useful. Lights though they had, the gravity fluctuated. Magnus felt himself lift off the floor. He hissed at the sensation as he attempted to move himself, with little success through the lack of gravity. "The man needs someone back there who knows what they're doing."
His little Kosopod had also risen in the air next to him. Hoping a bit of extra weight might help he scrambled to grab it. Claws scrapping over the hard golden carapace with little success. "Anyone able to help?" He called out to the team.
BAM! He hit the floor, landing on top of the Kosopod. They had drifted just enough to hit a gravity pocket. Perfect.
"I found a safe spot!" He called to the team, blue eyes looking around to see if anyone was near him to even hear over the ruckus.
And his safe spot came with a box, half smashed though it was from hitting the floor.
Irkalla, Cosmos Squire Action: Not really affected by the loss of gravity ... offering a rope of ornaments to help anyone who needs it.
The staircase railing was proving to be a godsend in disguise. Most of the kosopods were on the main floor proper which gave her an advantage of being too difficult to reach if she chose to stand on the stairs and simply move herself up or down as needed to stay out of the way. It did take her attention away from the melee that was occurring all around her though as she needed to stay focused on where she placed her feet. Any sudden or incorrect step taken would see the Cosmos Squire plunge back down into the mayhem. Her knight weapon was more beneficial to her here as when tucked around the main handrail of the staircase and then looped around her wrist it provided her with just a modicum of extra support which she actively used. It did mean that if she needed to go up or down that the cord had to be readjusted to move freely around the balusters that would have denied her the freedom of movement as they would snag the cord.
So all in all, Irkalla was in good shape. Her position on the staircase kept her out of harm's way and she was still trying to keep the kosopods away from latching onto her.
As the lights flickered and then went completely out Irkalla braced herself for what would happen when all of a sudden the room was bathed in bright lights. "Now he gets the lights working..." she muttered to herself as she attempted to blink out the spots that the sudden shift from dark to light had left her with. Her free hand clenched tightly together before the most curious sight met her eyes. Irkalla almost had to rub at them before Almadel's voice came back over the hidden PA system apologizing for the gravitational field malfunction.
She couldn't help it. Irkalla began to laugh at the sight of many kosopods lifting off the ground and just twirling around in midair. The amusement continued as allies and enemies found themselves in the same predicament. Some had various degrees in success in staying grounded, while some didn't.
Looking at her cord Irkalla unwrapped it from the railing of the staircase and let it float out towards the room. Maybe she could help pull in someone who had been affected by the loss of gravity. As it was, she seemed unaffected, but maybe it was because her hand that was not wrapped around the one end of her cord was now tightly clenched to the railing of the staircase.
[[ If anyone winds up floating near the stairs and needs assistance, they can snag the other end of the cord and Irkalla will pull them into safety. ]]
Coco smiled and said "I'm alright thank you." She listened to Tea introduce herself and she said "I'm Coco." Coco saw the trouble that Tea was in and she decided to take the risk, she transformed into her human form and jumped up to pull Tea out of the way of the way of the acid being spit at her. "Gotcha." Her leg was hit with a little bit of acid and she hissed but she didn't care protecting senshis was important to guardian cats it was kinda in the job description.
Whimsical Blue rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-4)
Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2024 4:13 pm
Corrupt Eternal Fafnir Roll: 4 (no float, can help others) Action: Squashing bugs and using some pesticide in the form of the magic, then helping Tama down.
It was very satisfying to stomp the kosopods and feel them break under his boots. After being run over by the queen and then spat on by her little minions, the aggression on his part felt justified. Others might feel bad destroying these pests, but that's all they were, pests. They were aggressive and destructive, and if they'd decided to make their nest anywhere else, anywhere there weren't people, they would not be getting eradicated now. The same thing would have happened if they'd made their nest in some other insect's hive. The denizens there would have fought them, just as they were doing.
Drawing in a deep breath, and angling it away from his brother and the others, Fafnir blew out another rolling cloud of gas... even lights dropped, then rose again and the bugs and people around him began to lift off the floor. Fafnir himself was still firmly on the floor, but he could see Tama was not so lucky... the Mauvian was in danger of floating away without the help he called for.
"I've got you!" Fafnir called as he reached up and caught the cat by his collar, tugging him down again until gravity took him back and he fell into the corrupt's arms. "Everything otherwise okay?"
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Fafnir's Blight
Fafnir blows out a cloud of sickly purple gas that saps the energy and health of those who stumble into it. Those caught within the cone will see signs of disease on expose skin and eyes, and are significantly sickened by it as it saps their energy and health, affecting their performance. The gas can travel up to ten feet, but fades away after a few seconds. The effect can last up to 30 seconds. Breathing does not affect it, and he can use it twice per battle.
All things considered Meissa wasn't sure if she were in good shape or not and yet she still had time to shoot Beatrix a pout when the eternal corrupt made the decree that no space hoovers would be residing in their apartment. It was a shame but really given that these insects spat acid it probably would have led to serious damage costs and possible eviction so maybe it was for the best anyways. There was a most where the room was suddenly bathed in light which was good as it caused some of her little curious visitors to scatter. There was no where that they could hide after all. The voice that came back to update them that the lighting was now fixed made a muffled sound before Meissa's gaze widened as people began lifting off of the ground.
"Ooh, zero gravity. I've always wanted to experience this," even though as she said it and was tempted to simply enjoy the sensation the idea that becoming a focal point for the kosopods to cling too was a massive deterrent. Instead Meissa found herself gripping onto a broken crate's jagged edge to manoeuvre herself back down to solid ground. Breathing deeply the corrupt senshi took in the sight of others not as lucky she had been and chuckled before trying to do what Chrysocolla had asked earlier before putting the tablet away. There wasn't a chance that she could record with one hand and try to help out her comrades at the same time.
Should Beatrix or Chrys need an anchor, Meissa stretched out her free hand to provide the assistance if it was needed.
Lt. Diasporite Dice:1!! Action: Wave your everything in the air like you hate being there!! We have reached ‘******** this’ levels of maximum floatitude.
And wasn’t everything just going swimmingly? Dia thought so, with a flash of too white teeth and the soft-strike of nails scrabbling over armor tougher than the glitzy costume jewelry that adorned his fingers. Finally making a failing attempt to shake free what had quickly moved from being inconvenient clingy pests and well into ******** these insects in particular, territory.
If the aliens wanted the bugs? So be it. Let them have their fill of the menacing, marble eyed bastards. Let them take them all home, even! Dia was rather done pussyfooting around—
Even if his initial kick yielded him nothing but a whooshing miss and strike on nothing but air.
As the swarm rose up, a cocooning of clattering pincers, and he swore he wouldn’t look back again and distract himself like a loyal hound looking for head pats and praise before moving onto its next target!! No. Dia dutifully ignored the sickening thud and crunch of things toppling from behind him, the droning of general Jet. The anxious sounding echo of their hosts voice from above—
The sound of Narci apologizing to something — someone? The sound of his general shamelessly making solid attempts at murdering Kosopods! And oh, if he did pause to whip around slightly and see *this*, a sliver of humanity, a crack in the badassery and charisma he trotted through hell and high waters after! Dia held his godamn tongue, caught a bubble, caught *air* — as the ground was suddenly whisked out from beneath his feet; leaving him a flailing mess of frills and kicking gilded edges.
Swathed by kosopods that just wouldn’t quit!! No. Matter. How. Hard. He. Kicked!!! But it was fine!! He’d handle it! In fact?! Everything was finally starting to look up — and more up — *and* — Dias frown may have looked like a smile from a certain upside down angle, his blue-pink gradient braid and loose bangs a length of coiled silk, weightless and scrabbling for purchase on Kosopod filled air.
“Hhrrrrnnn—-Almadel had better pay us handsomely for this!!! Aughhh—” and he growled like a chihuahua clipped by a door as he slapped at the next crawly thing that snapped near his face, watching hilariously as the fat, grey bug before him twirled off dizzyingly.
Corrupt Eternal Husband Albite of Retribution Dice:4! Action: Albite is taking his role as an Anchor very seriously! Middle finger to physics, his hair's in the air and he just don't care! If anyone near him wants? They can feel free to use his long, lengthy dreads as ropes back down to the nice, solid ground. Careful---there may be some bugs in 'em.
"Nawh, you've got this handled---" praise-fired words purred with a wink to the baby-blond basic of an Lt. And it was too ******** cute to watch Vesuvianite turn colors bright enough to rival the reds of his uniform, before the man inevitably turned back to face the pissier n all hell swarm with, what looked to Albite, like little more n a glowing baton. "S'brilliant tho' Ilmari," with a tone that said the magic only ever needed to last as long as it lasted to be useful. "N'hell? You c'n always kick the problem their way---" the implication that working smarter, not harder worked fine enough! If a ******** of bugs got punted in Orders general direction? Tossed there like bug-shaped baseballs of 'we're being very friendly over here' fire? Who would've known---
Wasn't like most senshi had real weapons on tap---
Not that the weapon mattered; soft heel, spear, a well aimed pile-driver to the exoskeleton! Because there would be no gaps in their defenses, no failings in the way each teammate backed another. Even amidst their own private rivalries. From Tama's battle-cat readiness to Helio n Faff', dancing around each other like the pair of dragons they were; looking like a ******** herbal essence commercial even while surrounded by the swarm.
s**t was unreal--- because no-one should've ever looked that good covered in bugs!! Nd'yet? To him they did. All of 'em. His face was alight for it, wonder it was to watch them all work. Faustites team. Their Team. And sure! He could've been wracking up his numbers, batting a thousand n getting his boots soaked in horror movie levels of buggy gore! The urge was right there on the edge of his periphery, a tingling that had very little to do with the hungry critters nibbling with acid-tinged mandibles as they crawled him like Kong on a Tower. But there was just something so serene about sitting himself on the backburner for once, to be a solid mass of watchful readiness, waiting with a purpose in mind. Basking in it all. N'stead of being just another whirlwind waiting for the next order to come down the line.....
N'speaking of orders?
'Oh s**t, that's Jet!'
Singular excited thought for hearing Jet over the coms. For feeling him---Amidst what felt like a million other auras surging out, screaming for space, *that one*--- Their top brass, big boy with at least seven heart-shaped curls in his hair! The feel of Jet showing off was just as unmistakable as the distant flare of stag-flavored static that told him Cybele was in town, and wherever Jet was? So to would be aqua. There we're parts of him that itched to flit off and find them--- his friends, his enemies. That energy under the skin urge to dip off and collide with an entire pile of people!
The itch in general--
Because he'd decided that the acid did itch once he paused to think about it---however mild that thought about it was. Better to just not think about it at all! Orrrrrr? And Albite was briefly busy with multitasking on a mental level; processing the cacophony of incoming messages, chucking a few wild, hissing Kosopods outta what he'd decided was his very personal space, (because even bugs could be taught to respect boundaries, right!?), and divesting himself of his acid splattered top. Because, really? What ******** protection were layers against a liquid strong enough to eat through them? None. There was not a magic-swathed lick of s**t on his personage that he was willing to consider thick enough to protect him much if the bitty-bitters bile attacks got any-meaner than they already were. He had one too many core memories based entirely around burns to play with his own chances here; knew the taste of polyester grafted to skin with an intimacy like no-other.
Better to ditch the bodice--
Brace for impact!
With Jet's all too familiar voice in one ear and Almadels chiming overhead in the other, he was still waiting for that promised 'worse' part to happen; steeling himself for the inevitability of it. So that when everything flickered, started to float away all around him----
He was ready for it.
Core clenched and heels dug in against the tiled floor like it'd pissed him off personally, like it owed him some ******** money. Even as his hair took off with gravity, and the little bugs clung with all their might, scrabbled for purchase on him like a cliff-fulla vines. All he could manage to feel was pride! Because how could he not? With Hestial holding her own -- with all the rest doing their absolute best!
Until the lack of *gravity* fully registered in his thick skull, a single bullet of 'waitaminutes'
Wait-- whhhhhyyyyyyy wasn't there any gravity?! WAS THIS SPACE! WE'RE THEY ALL IN SPACE!!?
"Almond-joy, you glorious ********! Are we in space!?" and he turned his grin on Hestia like a thousand watts, "Hestia!! Do you think we're in space!" and of course he couldn't miss bothering Borax's drifting off the floor body---"BORAX!!! Oh, heh-heh-heh---" and it was a shame gravity hadn't waited a while longer to let the man down. Albite thought he'd made such a pretty picture right where he'd been before.
Passive Enhancement:Radons Echo
Radons Echo When Albite wills it, he is accompanied by the distant and unnerving sounds of a metal tipped skitter-screech. It sounds like an army of rusty blades being improperly unsheathed, the noise married horrifically to the the steady buildup of icepick insect tipped feet careening along a cliff-side. It can be unnerving and unfamiliar, and create a sense of uncertainty and dread. This effect is particularly prominent when Albite is using the Rugose Pendant. An item which has become part of his routine to wear for how often he uses it.
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Vesuvianite
Shiningamisxxgirl
Albite
Kolxxina
Helio, Magnus
lizxxbot
Hestia
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Borax
Whimsical Blxxue
Fafnir
Meixxghei
Tama
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Illmari
Kyuseisha no Hikari rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-4)
Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2024 5:44 pm
Eternal Sailor Alastor Action: (Rolled a 4) ; Sweeping Kosopods off of Sessrumnir; well grounded and not floating off
Princess was adorable. Alastor had seen her at her most terrifying–a visage of righteous, bloody vengeance–and yet, as she was now he found himself temporarily charmed by her enthusiasm.
It was an impractical moment to be distracted by how cute she looked.
Short lived, too. Alastor might not have had to struggle much with the Kosopods–especially when the cluster in front of him started floating upwards. He only had to kick one of the larger ones to send it twirling towards the others, and it collided with them like a bowling ball to pins.
He could focus on Sessrumnir, then.
He used a sleeve like a net, spreading out one arm and clutching the bottom of the fabric so he could sweep it down Sessrumnir’s leg and brush away the Kosopods.
‘Just a moment, I’ll get them off.’
He flung the Kosopods to the floor and stepped on them quickly, kicking a few in Princess’ direction so she could help out.
‘Are you all right? They haven’t gotten you too badly, have they? Don’t give me your heroic, macho answer. I think my boots protected me from the worst of it but I’ve gotten some of that acid on my hand, I think.’
His hand was red but he aggressively brushed it off on his sleeve as he went to swipe again and gather more Kosopods off of Sessrumnir.
Eternal Chariklo Roll: 2 Action: Floating and becoming a kosopod perch
Chariklo had been perfectly happy to essentially bird bomb the kosopods. It had taken care of a small part of the problem. But she should have known that something was wrong when they started to freeze and run in place. Y'know, before the gravity went off with no warning.
Floating up, she did her best to not make too sudden of a movement. Gravity was gone, but her mass sure wasn't. Her serene facade threatened to crack when she felt the General Sovreign's aura flood the room, only to be very rapidly countered by a Royal aura. And not just any royal.
Ida. It was the Ida she remembered from her dreams, but so far removed from the circumstances of those visions that Chariklo didn't know what to do. She answered mechanically when Ida called to her, but tears were flowing freely down her face.
"I'm good, babe! You just do whatever you need to do!"
As she floated and tried to throttle down panic, she became aware that in Zero G, the kosopods seemed to chill way the hell out. In fact, as she floated closer, a few of them rapidly latched on and simply clung to her. They weren't trying to spit or bite, so she was content enough to let them be. And as she and her passengers drifted, she had to admire Ida's targeting of the queen.
And then she hit a weird pocket of gravity and dropped like a rock, landing on her a** with a not so muffled, "Oh, ow! ******** class="quote">
