Super Sailor Aegir of Silence - Attacking Greater Youma & maybe going for a ride?
His aim hadn't been bad, and with the collective efforts of several people, they seemed to cause a bit of damage to the massive flying Youma. But more than that? They seemed to piss it off, because it slung it's massive, crystal-crusted tail around and the curly-haired senshi got caught and flung, the force of it snapping ribs, cracking others, and sending the air rushing out of his lungs. Scales like scouring pads wore thin the cream of his bodysuit where it struck, and scraped skin from elbow and arm. One of the beast's wickedly sharp crystal spikes had pierced the super's side all the way through, at an angle, leaving two small holes from which blood seeped, slowly dying the frayed threads of his bodysuit's fabric deep red.
Aegir fell against a large outcropping of rock as the Greater Youma's tail twitched the other direction, and he leaned there heavily to catch his breath, left arm tucked hard against his side in an attempt to hold his torso still and to not cause further pain to his ribs, or to send shards of bone into his lungs. Like getting hit with a truck, goddamn He looked down at the hole in his body and felt lucky that it hadn't gone very deep and had mostly gotten skin - if the crystal spike hadn't pierced him at an angle, he could've been in critical trouble. Too bad I don't have ducttape...
All around the Youma's strangely hued flame danced, filling the air with ash and acrid smoke. All around, Order faced Chaos in a desperate struggle to survive, to get out. Alive.
He'd seen so many brave people pushing themselves to the limit - this was, as he'd known from the start, a mission that could easily end in death. All of their deaths, if they didn't all do everything they could. So he took his sheer over sash and used it to bind his torso as best he could, taking a moment to smash a very small, very toothy feral youma to dust, and then he pushed away from the outcropping and headed back into the fray, looking for a good spot from which to launch an attack.
That spot turned out to be a small rise of ground that allowed him to jump and cast at the same time, "Aegir Golden Mute!", sending two thick ropes of gleaming golden light towards the Greater Youma; he wasn't going to let go of them, either. If he could hold on, he could maybe, maybe weigh the thing down...or maybe find a way atop the monster to hit it from above. It all depended on where and how the magic struck...and how well it would hold onto the beast.
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Aegir's casting: directional whip-like attack that removes enemy's ability to produce any vocalizations for 45-60 seconds as well as causing strangulation. Should the whip-like "rope" of silence catch a weapon, it also has the ability to suppress said weapon's magical ability for the same amount of time.
2 ropes being used in this attack, since he used one previously -- visually it's sort of like Venus' Love Chain - he starts out empty handed but after a successful attack he's left hanging onto a "rope" of energy/whatnot.
Also I am fine with him being mauled, but please no: death, corruption, removal of limbs, facial scarring. I want him to be able to keep his day job after this >>
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2016 4:24 pm
"C'mon kid, I used to be a soldier of the Negaverse. Gutter comes with the territory." He grinned wickedly, though he knew technically Cetus wasn't that much younger than he was, if much at all. Sometimes it seemed a little hard to tell, more so when you saw someone who'd been fighting for long enough that their eyes looked older than the rest of them. Past lives just made it that much more confusing.
The fact that his net had actually ripped scales loose, shattering on the ground in sharp fragments that cut across or dug into bare flesh when they found it... that was unexpected. He had expected to barely phase the thing, but now he hoped for better. As painful as scale shrapnel was... maybe it meant an open spot for someone else to hit.
Alarming though was the blind swipe of it's claw, and he tried not to think about the damage that would have caused, or the damage Laurelite was causing.
If it was more than that did it still entirely count as a victory? At what point did you declare something not worth the cost, like Mistral's ring?
Smoke was already starting to drift across the field, and it crackled at the back of the nose and throat, like a whispered promise of what those wicked, eye-confusing flames would like to do. He wasn't even sure how they would cross those, or how much damage they would take at that point, with the falling scales. He didn't even have the time, or hands free, to think about pulling needle like shrapnel out of the exposed places of his flesh, just to hope it wasn't poisonous, or if was, nothing that couldn't be fixed once they got out. Or got the code out. The code had to get out.
There was a grim part of him anyway that sort of felt that this was more like it. Actual damage, not magical mind benders. He'd almost gotten accustomed to bleeding. That was probably actually awful.
The Cat at least made him grin. He interacted with few enough guardian cats... at least... since Dhalia and *********... but he knew they were far more than a cute ball of fluff and claws. This one in particular had some admirable fire to it.
He thought he even saw Castor on the move, but he had no plans to count on that black winged carrion crow to save anyone. Especially after their last conversation. Trust Castor to suffer one of his little 'mood swings' and decide that taking the code from him and throwing him to the youma was suitable punishment for his past crimes. He'd never even killed a fraction of the people that corpse gnawing b*****d had...
"Bet this makes that D and D stuff look tame though right?" He joked, as best he could to Cetus and the others. ******** Benny. Not in a good way. Benny wasn't setting half the field on fire and had a cat giving him some exciting new body modifications anyway.
As soon as the dragon was in range again, he took another aggressive slash, half hoping, but not checking, that maybe some of it's own fractured scales might still be embedded in the thick braided ropes They at least would part much more reluctantly than bare flesh.
Watching the mars knight get onto his feet and summon a net the General seemed wholly unphased and calm. His spear held tight, he’d already lashed out at that senshi and now it seemed he wanted to try his luck with the General – how cute. More laughter covered up in what would, if not for the uniform and all, be considered a dainty manner.
“I’m sorry to inform you but there is no script which we regurgitate to you all. I suppose we all sound the same because your side says the same pathetic things over and over again so our own speech winds up the same – over and over again. Perhaps if your side would get creative and perhaps gain some intelligence.”
Oh…and there was a hive mind comment. He was sure he’d heard that before and perhaps some operated like that, maybe because some tended to act like their mentor over time due to time spent together. But he liked to think he wasn’t the same as everyone else, he was fairly certain he wasn’t like everyone else. Ohhh! And there was something new, the comment on Ted Bundy.
“Better adjusted Ted Bundy…how interesting and original. You should teach the others on your side how to come up with new, and interesting, insults. However I’m nothing like Ted Bundy. He liked to kidnap, rape and kill. For me…if I could I’d poison every one of you and watch you all slowly die. I don’t mind a blood bath.” As was obvious looking at his uniform, the red streaking through his hair, and his weapon was made for it. “But if I had it my way I’d use poison and watch as you all slowly succumbed to it. I’d thoroughly enjoy it.” To use poison took a lot of balls, a lot of courage. To feed it to someone, knowing what it was and what it would do, to possibly feed a person over and over again and perhaps even fake helping them. To watch them get worse as they try and fight it and to pretend to help whilst continuing to kill them slowly. It took a lot – it was cold. But it was harder to find a culprit with it, how many women in history had been serial killers but never figured out because they used poison? It was why rulers had taste testers to test their food and make sure of it. While they could keep knives from their person with guards…poison was another thing altogether. It worked in the shadows and was harder to detect and could cripple before killing.
Just as important though was another thing Benitoite had said without saying it. He liked to work in the shadows and would prefer it. He liked to sneak up on things and take them out and the idea of watching things suffer, those against him, didn’t bother him but would bring him some amount of pleasure. It was a side of him he didn’t speak much on, didn’t mention to others, but he enjoyed such things when it came to this war and fighting. Had it leaked into his civilian life? A little but nothing that he’d actually done – just thoughts. There were people he’d enjoy killing at social events – just watch them drop at their dinner table. He curbed it though when the thoughts came, reminding himself that as a civilian he did need to maintain certain proper behaviors, even if the person was worth oh so little and being dead might not devalue them any – might even raise their value. For the most part he took out his aggressions and darker desires when powered up – such a good thing.
“My ******** up starseed…ohhh now I doubt it’s that messed up…just a bit darker than it would be if I wore a uniform like yours.” He said in a low purr while rolling his shoulders. One hand pressed to his chest, right over where it would be. “I assure you though…it’s all intact and quite lovely.” He stated with a tilting of his head. “I would play show and tell but that is such a personal – intimate thing. I’m sure you understand.” Watching the other attempt to attack the dragon. The warmth the dragon gave off caused the General to shudder in pleasure. A shudder which tore through him and went right up his spine.
Watching people attack the dragon was not surprising but it did annoy him, upset him, the grip he had on his weapon strengthened. Seeing scales land on the ground, knowing that was no good for the dragon he had to teleport to avoid the burst of flames and again to avoid the dragons lashing tail. When he was safe and didn't need to teleport the General was in the same place he'd been - facing the Mars Knight and the little group he was with. Flames and smoke again left the dragons body and filled the space they were all fighting in and the General did muse about the smell and if it would be out of his uniform the next time he powered up. He also really hoped he didn't get burned somehow or suffer from the smoke.
Watching the mars Knight again attack the dragon he moved in and lashed out with his weapon at the Knight. he would do his best to protect the youma - so it could kill all of them (senshi and knights).
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2016 5:37 pm
Corvus, Eternal of Vengeance Location - On the battlefield, near Laurelite by end of post. Action - Commanding murder to attack youma then racing off to aide Celsus.
Denebola was racing in the direction of she and Altais. Wonderful! That was one less person they would have to round up in order to get out of here. It meant that between the three of them they could get Celsus and go and...
"Wh --- What? Wait. No. NO! Denebola, don't!" It all played out like a bad scene from a movie, slow motion and everything, until the world came rushing back in.
"Murder of Vengeance!" She cried out, summoning three astral crows from her outstretched hands to do her bidding. She sent them after the youma, commanding them to attack only the creature whose roar and attacks had harmed her.
Corvus then whirled, punching Altais in the arm. "When she falls from the sky you had better catch her, Altais. You threw her up there, it's up to you to keep her safe." Because I can't.
"You can do this," the words of reassurance were spoken softly enough that they were either intended to bolster herself or because she didn't want anyone nearby to know just how worried she was. "I'll aide Celsus you-- Just take care of her."
That said, the Eternal of Vengeance left the Senshi of Shockwaves, rushing to Celsus via the path that Denebola had taken to them.
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On Youma:Murder of Vengeance! - Three astral crows have been summoned by Eternal Sailor Corvus. On her command the crows will attack a single target as a unit with beating wings, scratching talons and pecking beaks.
Duration: Two posts from Corvus: Summon/Command [1], Second Command [2]. Murder will dissolve into stardust at the start of the third post. Can only be cast once per battle, generally as a last resort.
Game for Corvus getting dealt damage. No broken bones/missing limbs/loss of life, tho.
Spacewatch was having one hell of a time actually getting anything done in terms of well, fighting. For her, she mostly was getting stuck just punching youma her own height and avoiding black fire which she was not a fan of. To be honest, she was more or less in a state of shock and her mind was trying very hard to block out the images of people burning to death.
She was pretty much up s**t creek without a paddle and her macis was pretty darn useless unless whe wanted to smack someone around. Thankfully, she'd managed to avoid most agents and just got youma targeted. Apparently attacking kids was legit. Not that she was a kid or anything.
What she did see was some other senshi trying to ride the dragon and as she saw him, it hit her. What was the safest place but on top the murder monster?
Running towards the dragonic youma, Spacewatch jumped for it, determined to just grab hold and hang on.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2016 5:58 pm
Paris
Paris might have smashed a golem's face in, but his own weapon was ruined and he got knocked down rather violently from it. He wanted to go home. He could feel warm fluid running down his nose and tasting of copper- Blood. Just what he needed.
Lip trembling he stood back up and charged the golem again, this time, attempting to use his cloak to hinder it or just get it out of the way.
As expected, Thrymr did not know who he was, which was unsurprising given how the general had only caught glimpses of him and how he did not, when he saw the senshi in the castle with his friends, recognize any of those members. Perhaps it said something about his absence that there so many faces that he did not personally know, even if their names and outfits were recognizable - like the princess senshi.
Still, there was something that was achingly familiar about the white haired senshi he'd pinned against the wall.
He pushed the deja vu feeling away and focused on the here and now, there were answers he could pull from Thrymr, that was more important.
"A man," he repeated slowly, an almost blank stare being offered to Thrymr, one obviously lined with disbelief. Labyrinthite's fingers curled more tightly into white fabric across the boy's chest. "How descriptive," he said blandly, hint of sarcasm lacing his words. "Describe the man - describe what, how he sent you here. I don't know isn't an answer. It's a weak excuse and I will not tell you again that it is unacceptable."
His eyes narrowed, mouth open to say something - perhaps answer the question - when the booming roar echoed and shook them both. It seemed that even the distance between them and the rest of the battle was not enough to provide them safety from shaking of the roar or even the black flames that draped across the battlefield.
Thrymr was lucky that Labyrinthite was taller, that his frame eclipsed them as he loomed.
"Labyrinthite," he muttered, beneath the echo of the youma.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2016 6:47 pm
Lt. Huntite
He could feel his foot connect briefly but any victory was short lived as suddenly his feet were out from underneath him and he was landing hard. Thankfully for Elpis, the way she pulled had him falling down on his back rather then on top of her. The Lieutenant cursed under his breath at the new aches then kicked out at the Senshi then sat up and tried to scoot away to get back to his feet.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2016 6:48 pm
Erebus, Squire of Saturn ~ With Venice and Phact's group
When the large scale fell down towards him, Erebus moved so he was between Venice and Sabine so he wouldn't get hit by it. He however wasn't expecting it to splinter and launch pieces in every direction. The Squire gave a yelp as a few pieces hit him, particularly when a few hit the gash left by Apatite and it once again started to bleed.
"Just great." He said as he grabbed his arm out of reflex. When the youma was flying back over head though he was quick to attack with his oar again but it didn't look like he did much damage this time.
He was still too close. From this angle, Thrymr could see the strong line of his jaw, the firm press of his lips together, whiskey colored eyes fixed on his own. And while Thrymr was sure this was the first time he had ever seen the general, he could not, for the life of him, understand the peculiar desperation to learn about him.
It unsettled him. He felt caught off balance, off guard, as though he were perched precariously on the edge of a cliff, and one wrong moment would send him stumbling off of the edge. Thrymr's hands were still pressed flat against the stone behind him, but the general's fingers were in the front of his uniform, holding him tightly, securely, in place.
There was hardly room to breathe. A frisson of fear chased its way up and down his spine.
"But - I swear, I don't know," Thrymr said, his voice rising a little with the panic. "I don't even know if he was a man, he was under - under a cloak the entire time, I couldn't see his face or anything, he just - he just sent us here, I think he opened a - a portal or something, we c-came through it - "
He had no idea where the portal was, if it was even still open; if he had a chance in hell of getting out of here. But the questions in Thrymr's mind were abruptly pushed aside, the overwhelming, suffocating feeling of Chaos thick in the air. The ground beneath their feet shook violently, and Thrymr let out a little cry, staggering.
He didn't go far. The general had shifted, his taller, broader stature preventing the crumbling shards of scales and the sweep of flames from hitting him, though the air felt hot, scorching in his lungs.
Thrymr's eyes lifted to meet his, his chest tight.
Labyrinthite.
Not a name he recognized; and yet still, there was an ache present that he couldn't understand. Thrymr swallowed hard, feeling the pain of it, the confusion dizzying him. He knew he had to get out of here, had to find Aegir and the others before it was too late - if it was not already - but -
But.
"Labyrinthite," Thrymr whispered, and it was almost the same tone as Labyrinthite had used earlier; as though Thrymr was testing out each syllable on his tongue.
"Will you..." His voice failed him. He tried again.
"Are you...going to kill me, Labyrinthite...?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2016 8:54 pm
General Labyrinthite
"Where did this man come from?" He asked forcefully, pulling Thrymr towards him, possibly slightly off his feet. It was in times like these that the general forgot how strong he could be. The idea that anyone possessed the power to enter Negaverse subspace left an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was supposed to be only accessible to them not any of the White Moon. "How did you find him?"
In most circumstances, Labyrinthite was a fight first, ask questions later type of man but his time on the battlefield, this battlefield, was unnecessary and if he could gather useful information from someone who was more keen on staying alive than being a smart a**, well he would utilize what could. Even if it seemed like Thrymr could not provide him with nearly enough information.
Eventually, someone would come looking for the pale haired boy, if any of them were alive to, and he would seek information from that person when they arrived. If nothing else, Labyrinthite could at least use what he learned for later.
Are you...going to kill me Labyrinthite? He asked and the soldier's response was to let his lips curl upward, grin twisting into something that could be considered sinister.
"I don't know Thyrmr," he replied more sweetly than he seemed capable of. "Maybe I will, maybe I won't. You'd look lovely in black," his gaze dropped to the white of their fuku. Labyrinthite's grip relaxed, fingers scrapping upward until his palm laid flat against their chest. "Then again, I could always break you, twist you into something else," a pause when he seemed too look contemplative, fingers tapping idly against the ruffles. "Shatter you into something different, better," he stated, fingers slipping into that forbidden subspace. The something mine left unspoken, hanging in the air.
"Unless you give me a reason not to," he offered, dark brow arching contemplatively.
Could Thrymr be useful to him while he was still white moon? Labyrinthite didn't know, but he wanted to see what the senshi would try and offer.
He let out a little startled gasp, his feet slipping as he was jerked forward. Thrymr's hands had risen automatically to try and keep his balance by grasping anything they could; and now they came to rest on Labyrinthite's wrist, his eyes wide and fearful, his heart pounding against his chest.
"I - I d-don't know!" he said desperately, knowing it was not the desired answer. "I swear! All I know is that he wanted us to come in here and go after Metallia, that's all I heard, I didn't - I don't know anything else, I'm s-sorry!"
His own voice sounded too high, too rushed. Thrymr swallowed hard, and his grip on Labyrinthite's wrist was not tightly, fingers loose. The smile on the general's face sent a chill down his spine; and beneath the flattened palm, Thrymr's heart seemed to beat into overtime, rapid against his chest.
You'd look lovely in black.
No, thought Thrymr desperately, no.
Fingers were dipping into his chest, and Thrymr felt the first tug of it, painfully familiar to Cinnabar's hand sinking and tearing out his starseed. Tears were blurring his vision now, burning at the corners of his eyes, his breath stuttering out of him in ragged sounds.
"Please," Thrymr whispered. "I'm - I won't - "
Every reason sounded pathetic, useless, childish to his own ears. He tried to swallow back the terror.
"Please don't hurt me, I swear I'll never come here again, I won't - I'm not going to do anything to any of you," Thrymr gasped. "I - "
He had no good reason to give that would let him just walk away freely.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2016 9:38 pm
Centisima, Senshi of Centipedes, attacking Laurelite
Centisima helped Cybele to her feet, accidentally touching her butt along the way and giving a vaguely apologetic sort of smile once he was also standing. “Yeah,” he said. “You too.” There really wasn’t much else to say. He trotted away from her, trying to watch both the dragon youma and the rest of the battle. There were a few options, he decided, on which completely overpowered target he should attack. In the end, he chose Laurelite. Maybe because nearly everyone else was focused on the dragon or because he was simply sick of seeing her cutting through their ranks like butter, whatever it was, he went at her at a dead run.
He wasn’t the only one, he realized. There was a Knight (Celsus) making his own charge and Centisima sped up to join him, so that maybe at least one of them could land a strike. "Venom Claw!" He yelled and immediately his hand was coated in a purple glow. It was almost a pointless gesture, he knew that but even so he laughed. It was good, too good, to try and fight back instead of standing back and waiting to die.
One he was close enough, if he got close enough, Centisima reached out to grab Laurelite with his attack.
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Sailor Scout Attack: Venom Claw Centisima calls his attack and shakes out his right hand, coating it in purple light and giving the appearance of a centipedes’ forcipules. Touching his opponent causes redness and swelling, mimicking the effects of a centipede bite. The effect of the bite lasts for 30 seconds. This attack can only be used once per battle. If the attack is not used within 1 minute, the claw will fade.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2016 10:34 pm
Nirvana, Page of Pluto - With Phact's Group, Attacking the Dragon Youma
Even as their attempts for a hasty escape were thwarted, Nirvana took note of the large Youma that had suddenly made itself known to them. This, of course made the page all he more frustrated with the amount of time it was taking for anyone to get moving here. If they had a means to be more organized they would already be out of the portal and in a safe zone.
He watched as the general came toward them, starting a battle with the one they had been protecting. He cursed and moved aside, he knowing that he was less than capable of battling anyone of such a rank at the moment.
Instead, he focused what time he could on hunting for something to throw at the large lizard that threatened them. He scoured the ground, looking for a large, pointed rock or crystal. Anything that could pierce the scales and deal the most damage.
Finding a rather large stone, he lifted it in his hands, waiting for the exact moment he would need, when the dragon was just overhead, to toss the rock at the less armored underside of the beast.
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Kastra, Senshi of Meditation - With Phact's group, attacking the dragon
Kastra had, once again, been left to fend for herself. She sighing and all but falling back as the large youma came into view. She was to be the one to warn them, but in the end, this one was rather hard to miss.
She thought to herself that she had to do something, there had to be something that could make this battle easier, for it seemed that throwing stones and attacks its way did not seem to be working.
She thought back to the moment in the barracks, that moment where her skill had been basically useless. Perhaps, she was not what they needed in the end. But maybe....maybe this time...if she could manage to cast her attack at the right moment, she could confuse the dragon, confuse it enough and for long enough that some sort of attack would stick.
So she waited, waited for the dragon to make a pass near her within that bubble that she knew would make the attack have effect. Once she knew she could not miss, she moved into her stance, "Kastra Calming Willow!"
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Sailor Scout Attack: Calming Willow
Sailor Kastra takes on the Standing Tree Posture with her hands placed palm to palm in front of her chest and calls out the name of her attack which immediately forms an aura around herself and anyone within a 7' radius. For the next 15 seconds an air of calmness reaches out from her blanketing those in this feeling of spiritual awareness and clarity. Any aggression or hostility an individual is feeling diminishes over time leaving them with a sense of clarity and peace.
