He heard the call that Aquamarine was down and frowned heavily looking around at the rest of the group. Well he looked around and decided the best way to avenge Aquamarine was to hit CH with all he had.
Super Charged Glory! Victoria casts his magic and is given a glorious boost. To use the magic, he calls the attack name and must then run around the battlefield to power up. The more he runs, the faster he gets (up to 1.5x his normal speed). The magic lasts for 20 seconds, during which time he must both build up energy the energy and attack a target to avoid recoil. When he has collected enough energy, he will begin to glow; he can release the energy in the form of a powerful punch. This punch sends a wave of energy through the air in the form of a three foot cone and does not have to make contact with an opponent to knock them back a few feet. If he does not release the energy within the 20 seconds, it will backfire and the energy will hit him. This attack can be used twice.
Unused Almadel’s purple diamond pin - grants a one time bonus of +10 to a roll.
Used Metallic Bracelet - can be used towards one roll; it will double the attack (modifiers included) Almadel’s purple berry gift - heals a target +15 HP once
"... Dad?" Anser's brows knit. It was noisy until it very suddenly wasn't, here. Stromboli probably just missed what she said--
It wasn't the easiest to dodge lightning, though Anser was fairly certain that becoming too distracted with gaining the attention of others might've been why she was suddenly struck with something that felt like it was constricting her entire body. She yelped, jumping back as she tried to avoid getting hit by even more lightning.
"Anser!" Minkowski, thankfully, had an answer to this one. She summoned little ethereal butterflies to her hands, pushing them all in the direction of Anser. As she noticed Anser's form relax a bit, she let out a shaky breath of relief. That was one of them helped. Just one, among so many, when so many were starting to disappear...
She shifted her weight from foot to foot.
"Ah, thanks, Mink-"
"No worries," replied Minkowski, quietly, full of worries.
"Phae!" It looked like Phaethon had been looking for something. While Nembus couldn't be entirely sure what it was they were looking for, she could make some guesses. She pulled on their arm, trying to get their attention to angle downwards a bit beyond the scariness above them, beyond the rifts and the dark clouds and signs that Earth had already been fired on.
Elliott had been helping with the shield system that the Mauvians had gotten documentation from Almadel to build. He seemed confident in it. Nembus had to believe him, considering the confidence in his form when that cloud struck the Hollow.
"We're over-" Nembus yelped when the lightning hit her, shrinking further back. Hopefully, something could help them in time.
Weakly, next to Nembus, Elliott murmured, "Do you have any of that healing magic left?" His trapped-in-a-cat body was not built for the onslaught that this creature was throwing at them, and he knew it. He was not certain how much more he would be capable of taking, but for now, he would try to power through.
He had to, for their sakes, and to see this through to the end.
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General Borax Location: A4 Action: Attacking the belly, using the berry, actually showing a faint bit of remorse HP: 31 - 14 + 15 = 32 Roll: 5 + 10 = 15
There were now plenty of people throughout the field that seemed to be using their metallic weapons. While Borax still understood why he should be avoiding using his, he wanted to see if he could make a greater strike If he briefly pulled out his Trident and used it to stab upwards when he jumped into the belly of the beast. It did seem to land, at least better than most of his punches had, though perhaps it had not come without consequences.
While he put the weapon away as soon as he possibly could, he needed to pop a berry almost as quickly, feeling woozy in a way that he did not enjoy and did not welcome.
Unfortunately for him, it did not seem that he was the only one suffering from the lightning flying through the air. Unfortunately, especially that some of their enemies there seemed to be doing much better off.
Did Chrysocolla count as their enemies? How had she returned with a greater power than she left with?
Borax's attention turned back to his side, to the man who had grabbed onto his coat earlier in a desperation to stay standing, and now seemed unable to stand at all. While there was his old tendency striking within him to look down his nose in disdain--Evan was lucky he had lived this long--there was a warring note that told him he should be doing something to stop Tincalconite from crumbling to this beast at all. He should do something.
But what the ******** was he supposed to do? Borax wasn't about to regurgitate his berry, and their team was woefully short on healers (note to self, refine his recruitment strategy).
"If anyone else has one of those berries left," called Borax, grimly, "who doesn't need it, I think Tincal could use some assistance."
There were two things that were true at once, there, and Borax would acknowledge neither of them later. One, Tincalconite was referred to as a shortened version of his name that was not the rude intentioned Tincan. Two, Borax actually looked out for someone other than himself for more than five seconds.
These were both the problem of later Borax.
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Coco laughed and said "Basicly sorry I can't come to the card right now, I should have exspected it since were are in an unknown dimention with a world ending snake beast, besides he already helped us with the goodie bag so I wasn't holding my breathe he would come but I was hoping he would." She said with a grin. "Yes, let's finish this!!"
Dejanira was so tired of this battle she was weary and if she felt weary she feared for the lower level senshi and knights that were on the battlefield. She hoped they could finish this battle quickly she was watching the knight she was fighting with to make sure he was alright.
Ganymede watched, helplessly, as the explosion blocked the Earth and Moon from view. Her breath caught. Her heart stopped. Memories rose unbidden from the back of her mind; for a moment, she ached for simpler times—the sweet ignorance of a childhood long gone, ripped from her the night she gained her power. She thought of all she’d lost, and all she’d gained, and every desperate hope she’d ever had for the future.
Hope was fleeting. It was fragile. It came and went like the tide—sometimes close, sometimes distant, but constant, unending, a ceaseless war between what was and what could be.
Slowly, Ganymede’s gaze lowered. Her eyes—haunted by a past that remained incomplete, a present she once would have given anything to escape, and a dream-like future that never came to be—burned bright as they swept over the battlefield.
A dark cloud concealed their view of Earth, but Laurelite was still standing. Her General Sovereigns were still standing. Some of her more feeble soldiers fell, but many still stood, some in fragments and pieces of what they used to be, shattered beyond repair, but living, sustained by Metallia’s power.
If Metallia endured, surely Earth did, too.
Ganymede didn’t linger on them. She sought out her own. Sessrumnir and Alastor, fighting with enviable courage. Lucien, wearing a face she didn’t yet recognize. Valhalla, attempting the impossible—reasoning with a woman who didn’t care to be reasoned with.
The Calamitous Hollow fell. Lightning struck, and it was like being burned, consumed, unraveled, like her own magic turned on her. Ganymede stumbled but kept to her feet. Her heart jumped back into motion. Her breath returned to something like its normal rhythm—a little heavy, maybe, a little ragged, but alive still.
“You’ve done what you can with her,” she told Valhalla. “We’re not done here. We can finish this. If they turn on us after…”
She still had her crystal. She couldn’t use it here, not without crippling valuable combatants in the process, but after, when they survived, when they returned to Earth, she would do whatever was necessary to protect whoever remained.
“You have Serge’s sword,” Ganymede reminded him.
Her own options were limited, but she wasn’t without them. From subspace she pulled the berry gifted from Almadel. It was an unfamiliar fruit, but it was sustaining. Maybe not by much. Maybe enough. Ganymede ate it stubbornly, setting aside her misgivings about the thief. Now wasn’t the time to be picky. She refused to die here. Not now. Not yet. She would see this through to the end.
Ganymede had no weapon, but she sent magic up, willed it through the Calamitous Hollow to burn through it like its lightning burned through her.
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And it really did burn through her cause she rolled a freakin’ 10 gonk
Character Name, Rank, and a link to their journalSuper senshi Vela Location: Moving to G8 permission granted by staff for upgrade Action: Running towards guardian cat razz Total: 9 + 5 HP: 6
Vela didn't know why she was running but she felt something inside her and she was just going with her gut and running forward till she found herself in front of a guardian cat. She huffed a breathe she was really confused and she really wasn't sure what she was doing but hey at least she hadn't been hit by lightening this time maybe it was a sign she was meant to do one more thing before she got knocked out.
Dzhalindite had enough energy for one last attack before she fell to the ground She hit the hallow where she could reach using her strength. She stood by her team bravely and she was happy with what she had been able to do and she wouldn't beg for attention as she passed out on the ground.
Fulgurite, as much as his fellow members of the Negaverse could make him feel uncomfortable by even existing, was relaxed by and concerned for the fellow corrupt next to him. Nothing seemed hostile about her. She did not immediately come assuming that he wasn't doing his job, or that he should be out collecting starseeds or energy. There was no presumption, only being surprised by his magic, and also aiming her own abilities upwards.
Perhaps they would have this yet.
He had to believe they had to have it. He couldn't believe what he was seeing in the rifts up above, and if he let himself believe that Earth was already gone, everything would be hopeless.
And if everything was hopeless, what was even the point of being here?
As much as she felt uncomfortable with the power of what chaos could do--what was done by that woman who led the Negaverse made her stomach flop over itself even some time later--the unity in the members of their side of chaos was to some degree comforting. She was still alive now, and even as the lightning constricted around her body, and even as she looked up and saw the horror of the Earth and the Moon hiding behind some clouds she could not break through, she would continue to be alive.
To Lacerta, she choked out a, "Thank you," aiming her last bit of magic above in hopes that it would be enough to let them see Earth again.
Character Name, Rank, and a link to their journalSilistra Knight of Saturn Location: G8 Action: Attacking Total: 3 + 10 HP: 35
Silstra decided this time it was better to try to help end this rather than trying to bandage a wound that kept bleeding no matter what she did this storm seemed like it had no end. So she used her energy bolt to attack the hallow. She just hoped her little attention would be enough to help end this.
Space and time, reality itself, was ripping apart. She could only watch, excitement and confidence crashing into indescribable horror, as the Calamitous Hollow sucked everything, all of the energy in the storm, the damn air around them it felt like with how dense it was to even breathe… and cast it back out. Shot it, a blast unlike any she'd seen before… at the Earth.
She remembered the shields, of course, that they'd all worked so damn hard on from Almadel's plans. It didn't keep the dread from rising in her, a harsh whisper of Solarian leaving her lips in an old, old prayer to the entities that shaped the winds and energies of the cosmos itself, according to that dead faith… Just asking for the shields to be enough. Let them hold. Let them keep the planet safe and thriving and never aware of how close it'd come to its annihilation.
And… it seemed they had that luck. They had that victory. The blast struck back on the Calamitous Hollow, and Solaris whooped with the joy of the moment, short lived as that was.
Because the damn thing was ripping everything apart.
Fissures formed, tears in space, and her alarm and awe rivaled each other in equal shares as she could only stare at the… the quick, brief glimpses of other worlds. Some looked so… alive, she wanted to reach through to them, find out where they were, what they were, how they still held so much life. Ice settled in her veins, however, when she saw a familiar orb hanging in space. It wasn't as vividly colored as old images of it were, or when she'd see it from up on a ship while travelling. But the hazy blues of the oceans, tans and grey or brown-reds of land masses… she knew it. Solaris. It looked so tiny from this perspective, so frail without its vegetation, the ships she'd once seen beyond the atmosphere. But it was there, still. Alive, still. She couldn't let this creature go on and devour what little remained yet, what she could still try to help.
Around her, people continued to fight, and she was about to join them--till she saw the Knight fall. Ekstrom sent out another shield, protecting all of them… but she herself faltered, fell. "Ekstrom!" She bolted towards the Knight, managing to catch the blonde as she dropped from where she knelt. The fear nearly choked her, a race of pleading "No no no no, not you too, not you too," cast into the storms as her mind raced and screamed and scrambled to try to remember how humans did any first aid or lifesaving measures. She placed her bare fingers against Ekstrom's neck, trying to check for a pulse but…
…she felt nothing.
"No no no no, you can't, you can't--" The whispers were harsh, alternating between Solarian and English, her panic rising at the familiarity of this moment. How many people had she begged to live? How many bodies fallen in battle, friends and loved ones, did she cling to and cry over? She'd gotten numb to it, eventually. But this… this wound was fresh. It was burning and scalding her senses, nearly drowning out the rest of the world.
She'd failed another friend.
She'd changed nothing for the better. Again.
It was the only thought that hung in her mind for a moment, holding tight to Ekstrom with one hand at her neck, the other supporting her head and shoulders. How many times had she been in this exact position?
Fury scorched her lungs, burned at her eyes. It bloomed in her chest as she snarled, lifting her hand that felt no pulse and pointing up at the Hollow. "Catalytic Combustion!" She felt the burn from her own magic against her hand and face, but cared little. She wanted this thing dead.
Character Name, Rank, and a link to their journalOia squire of the coamos Location: I4 Action: Physical attack Total: 1 + 5 HP: Koed
Oia didn't have much left to give she weakly hit the hallow before she landed back on the ground and passed out. She had done everything she could and now she was down for the count.
Character Name, Rank, and a link to their journalLacaille super senshi of books Location: I4 Action: Attacking Total: 2 + 5 HP: 28
Lacaille was worried everyone was tired and this storm hit them all again and again, she was still hopeful they would get out of this alive. She wasn't sure how she held on to hope as she did but she wasn't giving up just yet. As she sent her new attack Paper cut at the hallow.
Paper Cut: An ethereal book appears in Lacaille’s hands and when she opens it, pages fly at any enemy within ten feet of her and cover them with the sensation of magical papercuts. The magic can be used three times and lasts for thirty seconds. Afterwards, the papercuts will fade unless players want to take lasting damage.
Morphues was still doing his best and blowing ash on the hallow, not that he was confident that it was doing anything to the hallow. He also kicked the hallow every chance he got to make sure he was actually going somewhere. He watched as many on the battlefield fell knocked out. They were running out of time. If they didn't end this soon they were all going to die here and this would be a graveyard and no one would know because the earth would end as well.
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Morpheus' Smoke Range: 6~-8', dependent on wind conditions Duration: 40 seconds Use Count: Useable 3x without energy replenishment. Miss Chance: Morpheus' attack can miss based on wind blowing the smoke in the wrong direction, a character jumping out of the way, or shutting their eyes / shielding the face. Effect: Morpheus can either wipe his forehead or touch the dust-laden ribbon of his uniform to summon a handful of soot. He then blows it toward the target (hence the variability on range), and if it is ingested by the target, the attack will take hold. It does not sting the eyes as one would expect of smoke. From then on, the afflicted character will interpret the world with blended elements of stream of consciousness / dreaming. These elements are entirely up to the player - for example, they may see someone's face taper into a trombone, or watch a battle taking place upon a lake that's dripping upward onto the clouds, or that Destiny City has become a sphere encasing the entire battle, and looking upward reveals the rooftops of buildings on the other side. Any blended elements are free reign here - sights, sounds, tastes, feelings, and smells are all viably manipulable components in Morpheus' attack.
This attack can affect people on a whole - characters may see people as something entirely different, like whales floating on balloons, or household furniture, or even as other significant figures in their lives.
