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Once upon a time, during the silver millennium, when the cosmos was filled with diverse life forms and cultures; there was a smol asteroid that was ignored by most. It was a homeworld saturated with rage, where warriors were born and raised and died, molded by civil war and barbaric traditions and rituals. The pinnacle of life on Asteroid 88588 was the Berserkir; once mortal but so tainted by bloodlust they were forever stripped of their sanity and self control. Birthed in the shadow of heroic spirits whose brilliance ignored their rage, they were forever lost in the darkness. The Kings of old watched over these lost and forsaken creatures, subduing them, containing them; until the drums of war called them to the battlefield and release their anger.

Destiny City, 24th of June 2016 - It had been threatening to rain all night.

The sun was just beginning to peer over the horizon. It was summertime, so even at four am the sky was beginning to turn a deep shade of crimson. Dark clouds lingered above the city and the faint rumbling of thunder could be heard in the distance; it was comfortably warm and the people below knew they were in for one hell of a storm. Then the first flash broke the darkness and for a split second there was light, the thunder sounding out like a hammer on an anvil.

Four weeks ago a strange creature from the depths of Mirrorspace came across a starseed, a wraith, a creature that was usually no larger than a house cat - now transformed. It wrapped its tendrils around the glowing object, attracted to its light like a moth to a flame and for a month fed off its energy. The mutation took hold slowly but surely enough the wraiths form changed until it was no longer recognisable. It took on the form of a behemoth, mortal in appearance but much larger than any mortal could ever be. However the most alarming change in its biology was the fact it could touch, no longer intangible monstrosity but a physical creature.

Now it has achieved its final form it stirred from the depths and found its way out into the human realm.

The creature exited the mirror slowly, it was newly formed and childlike in its curiosity. It felt the air for the first time, the feeling of stone under bare feet. Trying to quickly come to terms with its new life and it's strange surroundings its staggered and growled, irritated by the unknown. Stumbling forwards a few steps it bumped into the side of a car and jumped back as its alarm started sounding. The noise it made was a mixture between a lion's roar and a mechanical screech, like glass scratching glass - when that did not shut up the iron horse, the creature resorted to violence.

The creature grunted and punched the hood, crimping the metal like paper, but the vehicle only let out a louder scream. The monster then lifted it off the ground and threw the vehicle down the street with very little effort. Finally, the iron horse lay dead and silent. The monster looked towards the sky, the storm above seeming to sooth it if not for a moment. Covering its head and running down its back was the pelt of a bear and around its waist hung loose fabric and ties. The creatures skin had a sheen to it similar to a regular wraiths, but under it ran red veins, glowing with the same intensity as its eyes.


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ICly: It is just a normal night; you may be sleeping, you may be out on patrol, you may be in a meeting with your superior officer, you may be napping in your kitty tower. However around 4am, very un-normal things start to happen on this very normal night! There is an unusual power source that has popped up out of nowhere! It is chaos, but not chaos like you may have sensed before, this aura is radiating something else. Rage, uncontrollable rage. Powered beings of Destiny City, be you chaos or be you order, stand and defend your home before it falls.

Next post to come tomorrow, if you just want to arrive, group up and observe for now I will put up battle rules when I get an idea of numbers participating - I am aware RL has eaten people since sign-ups :3



Ghouliboo


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Unoderi


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Das Tor


Nuxaz


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Beejoux

The sky was crimson. The color was often associated with passion by the ancients. Sometimes with love. Always with war.

Erytheia couldn't help but recite an old rhyme in his mind as he watched the sanguine sunrise from his perch on a choice tree amongst Destiny City's paved streets.

"Red sky at night, sailors' delight;
Red sky at morning, sailors take warning."

The page of Cosmos could smell the wet air as he prepared to end his night watch. Not a thing had happened all night on patrol expect for the threat of rain. Even without the aid of old proverbs about prediction and the weather, he knew a storm was brewing.

And that is when he felt it and a low chime could be heard from his golden incense burner as the bell inside reacted to the trembling of his hand with fear. The aura he felt was strong, old. It was chaos.

It was rage.

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General Benitoite

It was late - really late and yet here he was out and about. It wasn't that he wanted to be out per say but he needed to be out patrolling and he couldn't earlier - he'd been....preoccupied. Aiden was back at his home tucked into his bed sleeping, or so he hoped. he had snuck out to make a sweep of the city that's why he picked up on something which slammed against his senses.

It wasn't often that something took him by surprise but what he felt certainly did that. It was chaos, that was for sure, but what came with it - the rage...that wasn't normal and the chaos wasn't Negaverse nor was it dark mirror...so then what? Did he dare go closer and find out? Yes - he dare. The idea, the question, had been there a moment before he reminded himself that others could feel it if they were out and some newer officer might go to investigate, or become a target for whatever this power source was. He didn't like the idea - not one bit.

It was because of that, and wanting answers himself, that he headed toward the source of the unusual, and a bit frightening, aura. Ignoring the rain which fell about him, soaked his uniform and weighed it down, the sound of thunder and flashes of lighting soothed and calmed the General of what fears he did feel. He didn't like the feeling of that aura in the distance - it was wrong...not normal or something he'd ever felt before.

Sailor Nephthys

Alone again, both her parents elsewhere for work, Genevieve had been home alone which was nothing new for her. But she had to make a fast run out to one of the small local convince stores and that was different. It was late, well past midnight, but she had found herself unable to sleep thanks to allergies and the pills she had been taking weren't working - still.

The small pharmacy not far from her home was walked to as the warm-ish air brushed against bare legs. Rain was in the air, she was sure it would rain soon - hopefully once she was asleep. What she hadn't been expecting was to get into a fight with a youma on her way home, purchase hanging from her arm in a plastic bag. She had seen the youma attacking a local homeless man and without thought she dropped her purchase into a nice little safe spot before covering herself, she ducked behind a large mailbox, and powered up.

Once powered up she took care of the youma rather quickly and it was then that the sky opened up, right after lighting lit up the sky, and then she felt it. It felt dark, like chaos, but it wasn't that same as a Negaverse officer and she was pretty sure it wasn't a dark mirror senshi. She couldn't be sure, as she'd never met one or been near one, but something told her this wasn't one. This was something else.

She should go home, she could easily go home and get away with it - no one would know. But...but she would know and she couldn't just ignore this. Huffing she took off toward the aura while hoping she was not diving, head first, into something far too big for her.

Gehenna, Page of Mars

Time still had no meaning to the dark man lumbering through the streets, not after so long without so much as a window to help him keep the days. It was so late at night that the sky overhead was starting to tinge with the colors of early morning and despite the ever-present weariness in his bones, his eyes were wide and more aware than they had seemed in months. After so long trapped in his wonder, he didn't know if he felt more at peace within Gehenna's power or in his own skin as Kamboja, but he did know one thing for certain. Sleep had not come to him in days without the memories he'd been given replaying through his mind and thus, he was awake. And sober.

There was an unhealthy tint to the dreadhead, whose skin, now exposed by the sudden lack of armor his demotion had gifted him, seemed paler than was natural. The dark eyes were sunken and his demeanor seemed, for once, to lack any of the usual humor his friends had come to know him for. There was only the knowledge of who he was and who he'd been, the mistakes he'd made and the ones he might yet make if he did not take his cosmic warning seriously.

But tonight? Tonight there was a distraction.

He had been blocks away when the energy signature first exploded onto his senses and though he had been sobered by his experiences, his lack of self-preservation was still glaringly obvious. As he approached the scene, he felt the others beginning to wander in the direction of the energy that was growing more and more alarming the closer he got. Order and chaos alike were streaming into the area until he felt more energy than he didn't, all butted against one another and making the very air feel charged.

As a siren wailed and went silent, the Page drew himself up and leaned back into a brick wall. A cigarette dangled from his lip, trailing smoke into the sky, but Gehenna seemed to have forgotten it. The energy he could feel now, closer, it was.. familiar. The uneasiness that had settled over him grew stronger until he, at last, found the courage to peer around the building's corner.

Somewhere, far down the street, stood something he had never seen before - but he had felt it.

A sharp breath pulled air and smoke into his lungs and, at last, he caught the cigarette in his fingertips and leaned back into the building again, unseen in the shadows it cast. The creature felt like his magic, the all consuming, impossible rage that had plagued his nightmares for years. Magic that had been taken from him for reasons he did not know. He couldn't say if it was punishment or grace.

Both dark eyes fluttered up to catch sight of a redhead approaching him - another Squire, though his energy and uniform now said Page. The hand not holding his cigarette raised in caution between them, then beckoned her to where he stood in the shadow of the building.

"Careful," he said with a raspy voice, unable to summon the playful smile he had always warn before a reckless battle, "I think it just beat a cop car to death."

The dark man tucked away in the shadows had a single moment to look up into Zhou's eyes - just because the rampaging beast caught her and whipper her around like a toy. Unable to move, too shocked by the suddenness of the rage that he felt swelling in the bast before him, he watched her go limp and disappear into the trash bin.

A wince brought him back to himself as he glanced down to find the cigarette burnt to its stump, stinging the flesh of his fingers through the gloves he hadn't thought to see again. They were not bracers, they had no magic..

The cigarette was forgotten and dropped at his feet as he stepped out from the shadows, closer to Hy, and looked down the long path towards the barreling beast. He was manic and untamed, fighting and bashing and looking for anything. Nausea flared within Gehenna's gut as he realized he was staring at something not unlike himself - something headed right for a Senshi. Images of a bloodied and battered lieutenant rose fresh to his mind as he watched like a deer trapped in headlights.

That thing was far more powerful than Gehenna could ever claim to be. The damage it could do..

The dark man finally stepped out into the open with a large chunk of shattered brick in one palm, shaved off by what he assumed to be the tumble-weed of a cop car that had been crushed and abandoned like an unruly toddler's toy. He pulled it back and tossed it at the beast - missing, of course. All he'd wanted was to grab it's attention, to stop it. <********," he hissed to himself, even as he forced his legs into motion, picking up pace quickly now that his armor was an afterthought. He'd warned others to be careful - and he was going to dive in.

General Benitoite
DAMAGE=15


When the General arrived it was to a scene he was not expecting, and it was a hell of a sight. He was expecting a human, like a senshi, knight, or himself but just...not the same but human like they all were. He wasn't going to see that though as the owner of the aura was something one might imagine seeing in a nightmare, or in some horror movie. "What...on earth." He questioned softly from where he stood on a roof top looking down on the scene.

He wasn't an idiot - he wasn't jumping into the unknown so blindly. he'd let other people be stupid and jump in after this...monster, for lack of a better word. Watching as a group appeared and one idiot senshi went in and got grabbed and turned into a human rag doll. Watching, in morbid fascination, he wanted to applaud the creature but he knew this was no friend of his and this would not be someone to work with - ever. This was an enemy for them all.

"Well, that is an eye opener." He stated from the roof top before dropping down onto the ground and made sure to keep his distance. This was going to be a hell of a fight and he wasn't a fan of the odds against this thing. Maybe he could, if this thing didn't lash out again, find out just who or what this thing was? He doubted it though and decided it was best to just take it out, safer that way.

Summoning his weapon he glanced over the spear once as he took hold of it in his right hand before pitching it at the beast like a javelin.

Re-rolling for Benitoite since I messed up. Now I got it.

DAMAGE