Goreti seemed surprised when Aptera and Altair approached, but a grin split across his face. "Yes, please! I'm Goretti, it's good to meet you," he said eagerly. Having a group meant he didn't have to worry so much about what was going on behind him—it meant they could all focus on getting out together. There was safety in numbers.
…And apparently youth.
He turned when he heard another voice call out, but he seemed confused that it was a Negaverse agent…expressing concern?
It wouldn't have been the first time someone showed mercy because of his age, but after Cavansite, he was surprised all the same.
A wave of fear washed through him when she arrived, worrying that this was a trap. But he was talking before he was thinking and managed a hesitant, "I don't want to be here, actually. You don't want to fight?"
She could have lied—he knew that—but he wanted her to be a good guy. He wanted to think that not all people down here were evil. Still, he drew closer to the two girl who had joined him just in case.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2016 12:43 am
Castor Page Aptera
The stern gaze she swept at her surroundings softened a tad when it focused on Goretti a bit more while addressing him and yet she also kept alert of what the rest of the field of her vision could monitor of the threats around them. "Likewise, It's good to meet you, too, Goretti," Aptera smiled softly with her words, "I'm Aptera." Her expression hardened into seriousness as she shifted her eyes to next look at who had approached them with an unseen mark of Chaos to their presence.
Sailor Altair
Altair's eyes continued to dart this way and that as she inwardly repeated reminders of herself to stay mindful of youma and other obstacles that may be instated by Chaos while also endeavoring to maintain awareness toward keeping up with Aptera, Goretti, and the state of the starseeds being transported.
"Thank you, Goretti, and I-I'm Altair," she replied as her gaze began alternating between the senshi and agent who appeared before going on to add on queries to the lieutenant, "Um, a-are you trying t-to capture us? If not, i-if you're not looking to fight t-then can you instruct them t-to stop attacking us?" Despite her questions, she kept her form tensed in a stance she felt let her move as much as she could in light of her shared protective hold on the starseeds should she need to act with motions as speedily as she may be able to muster.
The words from the General Queen snapped his attention to her. Greyish eyes went wide for a single solitary moment before he nodded his head. Letting go of the corrupted's hand he wiggled himself free from her hold. Landing on his feet he turned his gaze away from Laurelite, he'd ask her about her decision later - in private. He knew when and where to conduct business and this was certainly not the place to question her. This wasn't the place to stand up to a higher ranked officer much less question them or lay a hand on them - not in front of the enemy.
He knew they'd talk later, they would need to as there was much to discuss in private. His gaze turned once more to Cyllene and he tilted his it, giving her something of a zoned out, not really there, look - much like a doll. "Yes, I'm well aware that you joined of your own volition. I believe I'm the one who turned you toward Zinkenite." He spoke calmly, with no emotion to be found in his words. "I'm also aware that this is not the girls choice - but your duty is not to question, much less undermine, our leaders. You should know your place by now." He stated and let her hair go then, a simple unwinding of slender fingers. He let the locks of blond pass through his fingers with ease.
"Or do you not know your place? Have you perhaps found another much more...alluring place?" He questioned her, questioned her loyalty and where she wished to be - with them or with order. Turning around he nodded once to the General Queen. "I believe I'll be dealing with those trying to escape." And preventing it if he could.
His weapon summoned to his hand and swept on by the two corrupted senshi, calm and empty doll like eyes swept over them and those of order as he turned his focus on those trying to escape.
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Guine
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Kolina
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2016 1:07 am
Cetus
Ahh, well now he knew what had downed this knight and so many others. Something, he didn't know what, that the royal back there had done - how nice! While she had done them the favor of downing everyone in the Negaverse, and dusting countless youma, she had also downed some other people who were on their side. That would make it harder to get everyone out of here alive, as it meant people had to drag or carry them out. That was annoying.
Shifting the knight on his back he let his arms go to his own back and under the knight to add support so the other didn't fall. "Nice to meet you, I'm Cetus." At least in this outfit he was Cetus. He wasn't, not in this place, about to give his real name. "Would have been better to meet under other circumstances but things can't be helped." For a moment he glanced about and spotted Venice with Erebus, still with their group, and making for the exit and the youma guarding the portal exit. "Gonna have to find some way past them...lovely." Rolling his golden eyes as he spoke to himself, though with the knight on his back the other was likely to hear every utterance which passed his lips.
"When this is over...dinner for sure. I'm gonna need it and some headache pills." He stated, not at all sounding pleased with this battle and how it was turning out. He had no issue with the knight on his back, or the group he was with, he just was not a naturally bright and perky person and tossing him into this situation - grumpy and pissy should be expected not to mention pessimistic. He'd been holding it back at the barracks but his usual personality was raising it's ugly head finally.
Ryuthulhu
Hi! Hope you don't mind his arms under your a** supporting you Kai.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2016 2:57 am
Sailor Alcor // Senshi of Cold Sailor Eleonora // Senshi of Heat
With their cousin in tow the twins watched in horror as the General Queen hurled her scythe in Athene’s direction. Even with the speed boon granted to them the moment they powered up, there was no making it in time to push him out of the way; he was simply too far out ahead of them.
And then he cried out in pain when the acid fell on his fresh wound.
Alcor faltered in her footsteps as her blood ran cold and heart sank in the pit of her stomach; had it not of been for Gorner she would have hit the ground hard from stumbling over loose debris. “Ele. Go get Liryn! Go!” Though it meant putting her sister closer to danger it was up to them to get their friends, and family, out of here alive.
Eleonora did not hesitate in running past the Eternal towards the Mauvian and though she should have made sure he was okay the Senshi of Heat scooped Liryn up not as carefully as she should have then quickly ran back over to Alcor who was now kneeling by Athene while staring at her hands as if she were trying to think of what to do.
When it finally registered that the two had returned the Senshi of Cold looked up imploringly at her sibling. “You said your magic worked on objects right?”
“Y-yes, I was able to heat a kettle of water why?” Eleonora responded not knowing where this conversation was going while repositioning the young guardian so he would be cradled more comfortably in her arms.
“It doesn’t matter, just... come here. I need your sash.” Thankful her sister didn’t offer any argument, Alcor undid the knot at Eleonora’s side then grabbed a handful of rocks loose rocks. “Please work…” she all but prayed before speaking the name of her attack “Touch of cold…” Just like the last time she had used her attack Alcor’s hands took on a bluish tint and just what her sister had described the rocks began to freeze at a rapid rate.
“A- Athene… hold on okay? I- I don’t know how long these will stay cold. But if you could hold this like an ice-pack Gorner and I are going to help you up and we’re going to get out of here…” She looked up at the red haired Castor knight who nodded in understanding of the plan.
“Hey,” Eleonora gave Liryn a kiss upon the star mark on his forehead. “I’m going to put you in my hood okay? I don’t want to accidently burn you if I end up having to use my attack okay?” He had already been through enough since they entered this hell hole; there was no way she was about to add to that list.
Attack
Sailor Scout Attack: Touch of Cold After calling out her attack, Sailor Alcor hands get very cold and take on a bluish tint which lasts for 15 seconds. In order for this attack to be effective Sailor Alcor must make physical contact with the opponent or object. Once contact is made the area begins to get cold at a rapid rate and frostbite will spread no more than 5" from where her hand is so long as she can maintain contact for 5 seconds. Effect wise against an opponent the person will have trouble moving rendering the affected area useless and will experience a significant amount of pain/ discomfort. Otherwise, if she is holding onto an object it might make it more brittle or more firm.The frostbite duration lasts for 20 seconds after contact is broken for the person to 'thaw' time may take longer depending on weather. This attack can be summoned 3 times.
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proximity to athene
Litian
I shouldn't tag at 3 AM when I have work in 4 hours ;__; but I could't sleep D:
Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2016 7:20 am
Elpis
"Well I'm hardly responsible for that." Elpis rolled her eyes, and winced at the sweep kick. While brought into a kneel, it appeared the senshi wasn't out even now - she was used to rough housing like this.
"I'm not responsible for eating the chips either, my team was all good. Well, Ferris made a mess but that's hardly my fault."
Elpis swung a leg to balance on her haunches, before bracing with her hands and aiming a kick for Huntite's ankles, huffing. Good banter was nice, even if it was a serious situation, and it did seem to save certain regions no man wanted damaged from her stomping boots.
Natsuko-Neko
Oops. At least banter is saving parts of Huntite for his future girlfriends lol.
Coffinite
He knew the senshi was moving. The screaming, dying, fighting - he could hear it. But he wasn't going to give in to the memories. There was no scent of burning gasoline.
Though the scent of burning timber did earn his attention, drawing near, and he moved away from the scent. He wasn't running - not yet, but he wasn't going to forget smoke, wood. Chemicals treating wood - or even the scent of heat - easily. He couldn't tell where the senshi was, but he had no intentions of dying, and the half youma remained smiling toothily.
"I smell you~"
Sailor Hawk
I typoed. Also, if you're wondering, I have smelled heat and smoke and such. Different burning materiials smell different! In case your wondering - the senses like to compensate for a lack in other senses, especially vision. smile My mom is almost blind, grandma was, both had high senses.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2016 9:36 am
General Labyrinthite
The senshi - Thrymr as he learned - complied easily and for all that it did not show, the man was surprised. He had expected to encounter resistance, for the white haired teen to attempt to break free and get away but perhaps it was fear that kept him rooted as Labyrinthite stood at least five inches taller, with broader shoulders and lean muscle.
His uniform helped with the intimidation factor, even if his weapon had been banished and all he had were his fists.
"Thrymr," he said slowly, as though he was testing each syllable on his tongue. It was not often that the soldier learned the name of the enemy, because he was always attack first, as questions later type of man, but when he did - he made the effort to at least pronounce it correctly. "Do you know who I am?" The grin curled into something darker, more of a sneer than a smirk with the points of his canines glistening in the low-lighting.
He placed his palm firmly against their chest, appeared to effortlessly pin Thrymr against the wall as his gaze across his face. "Do you fear death senshi?" He asked, cocking his head slightly. The motion resulted in his hood sliding back, the stark pink of his hair more visible in contrast to the dark of his cloak. "Because if you do, then I suggest that you start talking. 'I don't know' is a lie and I do not recommend lying to me."
His name felt strange spoken by this man; a slow, careful testing of each letter, and it send a peculiar, unsettling thrill through Thrymr. Blue eyes were fixed on the man's, and he couldn't quite seem to tear them away, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each unsteady breath.
He shook his head, lips parting, and a startled breath escaped him as he felt a hand press flat to his chest. Thrymr's arms had dropped to his sides, palms pressed flat against the wall. "N-no," he breathed out, his voice a little higher than usual. "I don't - I don't know who you are."
But he felt, terribly, confusingly, a bewildering sense of deja-vus and he could not understand it.
Too close, he thought desperately, but he couldn't move away, and now he could see the general's face clearly, see the shock of pink in his dark hair, the sharp grin that stretched across his surprisingly handsome face, distorting the features.
Did he fear death? What was it that he had told Mont Blonc, about death? About not giving in, about keeping themselves alive because it was all that they had anymore?
"I - " Thrymr started, and then stopped, swallowing hard, his lashes fluttering, and he looked up at the general, his throat working to form the words that kept twisting confusingly inside of his head. "I - there was a man - he sent us in, I don't - I don't know how, I'm sorry, p-please - "
One hand rose, rested against the outside of the man's arm, fingers curling in the sleeve of his uniform.
"What's..." Thrymr swallowed again, and it felt painful; but he had a terrible desire to know. "What's your - your name..?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2016 10:35 am
It did not matter that Laurelite had prepared for this. It did not matter that she had ingested a hearty portion of starseeds, or that she had taken time to focus her mind and assess the facts.
She had not known that Apatite was in such danger, but she did not have time to regret—if she even did. Apatite was not Laurelite's idea of a good leader, but even she had her strengths.
They just weren't enough to save her.
But Laurelite was Metallia's favorite. Laurelite was a good, obedient soldier.
She always had been.
But she was a good leader, too.
Or, at least, she tried to be.
And, as a good leader, she was distraught by the waves of bodies on the ground. The wasted potential of Knights and Senshi and the fallen Agents were strewn haphazardly.
Laurelite hurt. It didn't matter how strong she was, or how much willpower and adrenaline she had, she was crumbling. But she couldn't show weakness—not when Apatite had already fallen.
Anger pulsed through her at the thought and a target suddenly appeared; a senshi who had come to her. Laurelite gripped her scythe and stared at the senshi for a long moment before she drew her arm back and attacked Lacrimosa. She was certain she felt the blade's edge curve through flesh, but she did not have the satisfaction of seeing just what she hit before Alexandria's magic hit her.
The headache was immediate and her head was spinning. She felt dizzy and like she wanted to vomit—and that was a great distraction. It meant she couldn't see to aim clearly.
But it also made her very mad; she swung her scythe twice, trying to hit the Knight, but when it missed both times she instead managed to raise her foot and slam it, hard, into his chest.
But she was already off balance and had to use her scythe to prop herself up while she shook her head and tried to clear her head for her thoughts.
Her thoughts were the ones keeping her going. Distractions like that resulted in too many consequences.
A loud noise cracked, and Laurelite wasn't sure if someone else had hit her, or if that whip had sliced across her face; she jerked her attention towards where it had come from.
When she saw Celsus, she saw two of him, and her confusion was evident in that split second as she struggled to tear herself out of her dizziness.
But…if there were two of him, that meant she should be able to hit at least one of them.
Laurelite hissed—an uncharacteristically feral noise from the usually demure General Queen—and charged towards him. She slashed wildly, blade arcing back and forth as she tried to dismember him.
In her mind, a single thought rose above the rest.
They needed help.
They needed ancient, powerful help.
She had asked for it before, but none had come to aid.
Except now, she could feel something on the horizon.
Help was coming.
And maybe others could feel it, too: an almost crushing energy signature. It was Chaos—pure chaos. Even over the noise of battle, the faint flapping of wings could be heard. In the distance, a dark shadow emerged. But it was drawing closer.
And the portal was still so far away.
White Trickster Rabbit
[Mistress Morbid]
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2016 11:11 am
Super Sailor Denebola - Chasing after Celsus
Things went to s**t fast and the super senshi didn't have time to assess the situation or her surroundings because Celsus was being reckless and running off. There was absolutely no time for her to think about her actions as she chased after him, momentarily deterred by the intervention of a redheaded corrupt (Orche) who was throwing magic her way.
She didn't stop to moving, leaping into a tuck in roll in an attempt to avoid the cast and really - it didn't matter because the senshi was sent to to the ground along with several other officers and someone was pulling him away and --
The only thing that mattered to her was catching up to Celsus.
She trusted Corvus to have her back, where ever the woman was, and to take care of Altais where she couldn't.
Then, the chronos knight had to do something incredibly stupid and, boy was she going to have words for him.
Laurelite was turning to deal with her friend and she wasn't about to let that happen. "Flight of the Dragonflies!" She screeched, letting the speed boost over take her as she charged at Laurelite intent on throwing herself and tackling the petite General-Queen. She didn't think about the consquences because her train of thought was distract her from Celsus
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Sailor Denebola gets a speed boost in the series of a short dashes that allow her to double the force of a physical attack. The duration of this attack is one minute, or until she comes in contact with her opponent. This attack can be used twice per battle but is best to be used only once as it is very taxing and if used twice(especially if used twice in a row) can cause immobilization, or extreme vulnerability to damage.
Re: Damage - I am fine with just about anything outside of facial scarring and permanent damage!
Celsus had a brief moment in which the satisfying crack of the weapon against Laurelite's face was enough to make him feel as though he had done something. But, like everything, it was only a brief moment, hardly a blip on the radar.
The snarl rang through his ears, and then the scythe was swinging towards him, a swift arc through the air. Celsus felt the blade slice against his stomach, a clean, thin line that sent him staggering backwards with a gasp of pain, his eyes wide, his feet slipping and sliding unsteadily. Scarlet blossomed on the front of his pale uniform, staining the white a dark red, and he fought to keep his balance, swinging the whip desperately, violently, towards the General Queen.
He saw Valhalla behind her, struggling to carry those to the portal -
- and then, out of nowhere, Denebola, in a flash of green and cream, lunging towards Laurelite, and fear exploded in Celsus's mind, already hazy and blurred with pain and confusion and nausea; his breathing was ragged, his chest heaving with each one that shuddered through him. The terrible, sweltering heaviness of something much more powerful was filling his senses, and yet -
"Stop - Denebola - NO - "
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2016 11:17 am
Sailor Acrucis // Senshi of Prayer
Acrucis’ blood ran cold as people around her began to drop with pained expressions on their face. She had witnessed something like this happen once before, on Maia; the last time Ganymede had used her princess attack. However, back then it had only negatively impacted their comrades as they worked together to try and save their friend. This time the scope was much larger and included a large portion of officers as well. It was a terrible sight to behold and like before, there was nothing she could do.
That is when she heard it… A familiar voice amongst the sea of those crying out in pain. He was here, as she knew he would be, but it didn’t stop her from hoping Benitoite would have stayed away from this one. The General was difficult to spot with the blood streaks that ran through his identifiably blond hair while those who were seemingly unaffected by the princesses magic continued to fight. Gaps between bodies that stood between them managed to offer her a glimpse of something she needed to see; to validate her reasonings for defending Benitoite when Delilah had interrogated by her just days before.
Benitotie had his attention focussed on a corrupt senshi and for a brief moment Acrucis slipped into the delusion that he was trying to help them escape the Rift till he said something that made her faith in him falter. Cold reprimanding words about joining the other side and calling the woman a traitor cause the sting of tears to blur her vision. She stared in his direction for a moment in shock and disbelief while her image of the General, he former friend, began to shatter as a second agent approached him from behind and for the first time the Senshi of Prayer felt no need nor desire to offer him any sort of aid.
Their argument seemed to end shortly thereafter when the ashen blond who wielded his spear effortlessly teleported away. Movement in her peripheral pulled her attention back to the group she was with as Cetus offered his aid to the Mars knight (Kai). It was as the senshi stood up that Acrucis pressed her palms together and cast a Prayer of Renew on the knight being carried on his back. Whatever he carried with him was obviously of high importance and he was clearly someone worth protecting.
A high pitched screech was her only warning as one of the several arial youma swooped down low with talons opened wide. It’s intent was clear and try as she might to dodge out of the way there was no avoiding the harsh shove she received when its claws closed on air or the ringing in her ears from the youma’s beak snapping shut behind her head. There was no biting back the startled sound of terror it pulled from her as she stumbled in her attempted retreat and fell in heap on her backside.
Arm numb from the blow Acrucis rolled onto her side somewhat dazed and tried to get but up on her own two feet before it got another chance to take a bite out of her again. However it seemed the youma was wiser than most and with a downward swoop of its wings the creature rejoined the other monsters in the air while eyeing the targets below with it’s searching gaze; a fight on the ground would not bode well when in the midst of so many order aerial attacks were clearly its forte and what it planned to stick to.
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Sailor Scout Attack: Prayer of Renew Sailor Acrucis brings her hands together in a prayer motion and whispers her attack after which she holds her hands out in front of her in the direction of an injured individual within 15 feet of where she is standing. Both Acrucis's hands and the individual are bathed in a soft yellow light as a heal over time is cast. Over the next 10 seconds Renew has the ability to fully heal minor cuts, scrapes and bruises and can be cast 3 times without wearing her out. In order to mend a moderate wound it would take 2-3 casts on the same individual but will not fully heal the wound**. Her target must be in front of her or to her sides, it cannot be cast on someone behind her.
In a nutshell...
Ryuthulhu
Kai got a bit of a heal and is glowing a pretty yellow
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Benitoite... how could you D: why? I don't understand.
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Sister down sister down
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2016 12:22 pm
Sailor Chibi Perdita, trying to get to the portal through the fresh wave of youma
Perdita ran down the snowy path created by the Super Senshi, looking behind every so often to make sure the others were keeping up. She did not slip or stumble on the snow. She was very much used to gliding over slippery surfaces.
All too soon, whatever magic had caused the agents and youma to drop to the ground and writhe in pain ended. Agents began to pull themselves to their feet all around, and another wave of youma appeared on the field, effectively blocking the once free path to the portal.
Perdita skidded to a stop and whacked one youma that got too close with her broom, but the effort was not enough to dust it. It screeched in annoyance and swiped at her with its claws, tearing through her fuku to drag against the skin of one of her shoulders, leaving three gouges in the flesh which soon blossomed with blood.
She whacked at it again and managed to stun it. For a few moments it cowered low to the ground.
Then she felt it, the overwhelming feel of Chaos, stronger than the staggering sensation that greeted them upon their arrival. She heard... something. Wing flapping, perhaps? And she could see a shadowy silhouette drawing closer.
“Something's coming,” Perdita warned the others.
She didn't think they were going to make it to the portal, but she didn't want to say that and risk scaring her companions.
What should they do now? Continue moving forward, or go back the way they came to put more distance between themselves and this new threat?
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2016 12:48 pm
Sailor Lacrimosa
She'd been correct, that she wouldn't be able to get away. Had tried and failed and had ended up with a scythe blade in her side for the trouble. It didn't feel too terribly deep?
But it hurt a lot and she couldn't stop a cry of pain from leaving her. A gloved hand moved to the wound and came away with blood. Ah... this was going to make this all the harder.
Needed to find someone to regroup with.
First thing first, get out of the way from the crazed General Queen and thank her lucky stars that she had not been killed.
Andronicus Squire of Uranus - With Themiscyra trying to GTFO
Oh this was all a terrible idea. This was such a terrible idea. She jerked on Themi's arm, holding her back as groups began to merge. If they were going to get out alive, which was starting to be questionable, trying to rush in a giant group with Laurelite on the war path looked improbable to her.
Then Ganymede used her magic and all hell broke loose. Andronicus cursed and sprinted forward, trying to edge along the side with Themi and not draw attention.
And then Chaos rolled over them and she cursed louder.
Oh ********.
Kaefaux
Chibi Sailor Iduna - With Cadmus
People started to scream, she wasn't sure if the Negaverse agents were going down, and Iduna started to panic. Fear churned in her and she crouched down to hug her needs and try desperiately to not cry.
Then something far stronger than she'd ever felt rolled over her, pure chaos and bad and dark, and she looked up to Cadmus with large, fearful eyes.
"C-Cadmus... I'm sc-scared..."
Unoderi
Bifrost Knight of Chronos
Oh no.
Oh no.
Not this s**t again.
The heat had finally, finally went away and she stood out from behind her shield, only to feel a giant ripple of chaos roll over them. Wings flapped in the distance and Bifrost looked at it with the most unamused experession possible.
Not this again, oh hell no.
Bifrost hoisted her shield and ran into the crowd, aiming to smack her shield into Laurelite as though it would keep the giant mass of flying Chaos from reaching them. And throwing rocks. And killing people again.
She did that once. The Surrounding brought her back. This time she didn't think she'd be so lucky. She was aware of Celsus and Denebola being close by, and tried to take advantage of the distraction to aim for Laurelite's blind spot. Maybe.
