The Information Lieutenant had worked with him often enough that they understood what there was of the reply. They could feel each other as it was, and blocks between them there was a visible sky rise-in-progress. A few other auras picked along the General’s awareness, but nothing circled or targeted in closing closeness to either of them yet. The drop could be fast, and the Lieutenant kept safe and sent away. It was a fitting backdrop to the robbing of the city’s life; skeletal scaffolding climbed, or dragged, steel girders and cement blocks towards bare dirt and concrete. Piles of brick and stone facing littered around the inside of security fencing. The privacy banner that flapped in the winter wind proclaimed that it was ‘Affordable Apartments Coming Soon! Spring 2020!’ Skeiðbrimir’s speed meant he had time to scope out some of the ground floor, which was the only part high enough for him to ride through without huddling down. There were great open windows being placed for what looked to be storefronts and the rental office. No electric was run yet.
“General?”
He turned and slid down from the bear-thing. Alkahest pattered over, red cheeked and half-blown from running. “It’s been a while!” “It has- no promotions?” It was a wonder, given how long he’d taken himself to be honored with rank. The Lieutenant wasn’t unskilled, so there had to be something else behind it.
“Ah, I like simplicity. Paperwork...this is a rarity, really. Being….out. You know. Quotas….people….stuff. “ The youma huffed, unimpressed, and scratched at the ground once before perking. Out past the dimmed light arrays there were vague outlines of storage containers. The sound of boots crunched and approached their voices. The bear gave a warning, moaning sound.
“What the hell? Who’s there!” A flashlight burst to life and shone through the panes and empty door sockets at them. Alkahest drew up a hand to shade eyes. Titan squinted, annoyed with himself. He hadn’t thought to check if there was overnight security. That seemed like something limited to expensive sorts of places. What was anyone really going to steal here? Lumber? The security guard called again, holding the light on Alkahest, “ You can’t be here, private property! You’re coming with me and we’re going to wait for a squad car. I’m armed; get your hands up where I can see them. What the hell is that behind you-”
The youma roared. Titan disappeared, a shadow in shadow, and reappeared behind the fool. He didn’t have to move his feet or make a sound. Black glove extended on a long arm and through, the starseed touched. The guard screamed.
Loud echoed voice of bullet and the pane of the window spider-shattered. Alkahest startled, watching, as through went through further and gauntlet appeared clutching a glowing life, a star in a fist, and disappeared out the back of the body again. Dead, the torch stayed on and clattered like the coma-corpse on the concrete. Those other auras he’d noted, some of them started to come closer...
What's The Plan
Lieutenant Alkahest (NPC) has been energy harvesting and arranges for a turn in with Titanlåvenite and his youma. They met at a construction site for an apartment highrise. The security guard on duty interrupted. Titanlåvenite starseeded the security person, who in their throes discharged their weapon.
Players can arrive, either feeling the three chaos signatures, hearing the firearm discharge, random chance, whatever reasoning they like. There's a dead body, a lieutenant, a youma, a general and a starseed, so Negaverse officers are doing something obviously evil.
Battle ensues- Titanlåvenite orders Alkahest onto his bearYouma to escape. He stays the line to protect her escape since she can’t teleport, and on the chance of harming enemies in combat. Battle continues until structural integrity of the site is compromised. At threshold, the proto-building collapses, burying Titanlåvenite from view or reach.
Order has defeated and so far as they know killed a general! WIN.
Rules
There's no posting order
Communication is KEY: please don't double post without giving 72 hours for someone to reply. If you cannot post for that long, contact the people in your direct rping to let them know! If you are moving on from someone, let them know in a quote. Reach out on messengers if you can as well.
Defender declares results of attacks! Don't write your partners into a corner unless you discussed things ahead of time. The caveat here are planned 'cinematic attacks' that have been discussed, which will be noted as much as possible in my posts and in a rp tracker. I will also reach out as I'm able to clear Titan's offensives with players to see if they are ready.
If you were in the original plot signup, did not reply to the call to action earlier, but still wish to be included in this, feel free to jump in~
Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2019 5:08 am
Confirmed Participants:
Phase 1
Beejoux
Navi, Genbu
Ghouliboo
Duhr
Nuxaz
Denebola
Whimsical Blue
Ida
Syrie
Saak
Strickenized
Scholomance, Pavo
Phase 2
litian
Athene
Lucyal
Okolnir
NovaCracker
Nastrond
Aurelius0815
Hyperborea
Seiana_ZI
Encke
SSBrosB
Bernard
DaisyMilk
Chariklo
PHASE 1 Gunshot, gets attention Denebola on the attack - gets hand caught and crushed Scholomance sees this starts sayin’ hell no and protectin’ peeps ( Hyperborea, others Optional ) Human Ballistic Okolnir into Scholomance to stop that shiz Saak takes a hammer blow Navi - Send out the SOS, shiz gettin’ too real
PHASE 2 Duhr caught against a pillar < options battle stuff youma summon Chariklo attack the leggy Encke AOE zappy > Building Can’t Even with that crazy magic, errybody run
The report of a gunshot was faint, but it wasn't so common place that it didn't call attention.
Blocks away, Ida heard the small sound and paused in her patrol, spreading out her senses. Something was going on, and while it could be a more mundane robbery or altercation, this was Destiny City. Crime might be through the roof, but the majority of it was magical in nature.
There... just on the edge of her senses. A general signature, and maybe another? It was so much smaller, it was hard to tell.
Gravel crunched as Ida spun on her heel and took off running, boots beating the concrete. At the very least, she could confirm what was going on. There might be more she could do, but that was foremost. She could have ignored it, but the possibilities pulled at her sense of duty. She'd made a promise to herself and her planet, and to this planet too.
The further she ran, the stronger the signatures got. For sure a general and probably a lieutenant besides. A little bit of stiff odds for her, being just one person, but if she was lucky, more would have heard the noise and be close behind her. That, or an SOS sent out on her newly-repaired phone. The buildings looked around her and the signature clarified... coming from above.
There wasn't too much that was high... jumping to the roof of the storefront next to her proved it was still higher and the only thing higher than this... was the skeletal frame of a new building across the street. A sense of dread wormed it's way into her chest and she dismissed it curtly. Her first bad altercation had been in a construction site like this... back when Painite had first tried to kill her. These sites never really felt okay after that, though she had moved past the fear the general had used to cause her. Up it was then.
Ida gathered herself and jumped, hitting a ledge part way up and clinging hard to the metal supports. Another jump to a higher ledge, and then another and she was soaring into open air, coming down lightly on partly finished flooring surrounded by exposed beams. She lifted her head and her heart dropped out from under her, hitting her feet in record time.
Titan.
Titan and his monster of a youma. With a starseed in his hand, and man at his feet. There was a lieutenant, wavering beside them, but her attention ws stuck on the General, apprehension born of their last meeting making it hard to slow the pounding of her heart.
"General." She said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Please... give that man back his starseed. You don't need to hurt him... I can take him away from here, where he can't get in your way." Whatever it was the pair of them had been up to here.
She spread her hands, palms empty and eyes imploring. "Please."
Ivynian
(let me know if its okay if i kick this off, I can edit!)
Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2019 7:53 am
It had started as a quiet night.
Quiet, as Destiny City tended to be. It was always the quiet that made Denebola nervous because quiet could mean anything. It could mean that there was scheming afoot or that there'd been new technology created to disguise some sort of horror. Or it could mean that they were getting better sneakier.
Denebola didn't trust the quiet, because long stretches of quiet often revealed big, messy problems.
And she was right, in some ways, because the quiet was suddenly disrupted, the sound of a gunshot ripping through. Her heart fluttered and the woman shifted on her wedged heels towards the sound. She knew that she should have stopped to take a moment and call for back up -- there was Tortuga, Altais, Phoebe, Elara, any number of the people she'd entered into her phone after General Labyrinthite's return -- but she was working more on instinct in the moment.
She didn't know what she would be walking into--
Three chaos -- negaverse -- energy signatures lit up her senses and made her shiver. She could see the shape of them up ahead, the construction and the building shaping the background.
Denebola should have waited, but she had a terrible habit of doing things, alone, that she shouldn't have been doing.
She stepped forward, closer, and when mismatched eyes took in the scene of the civilian on the ground and the starseed in large hands, she let out a slow breath.
"Put it back," Denebola demanded, the words of her magic on the tip of her tongue.
She was aware of the other senshi, who was pleading and asking, and she felt better that they weren't alone.
Hyperborea was out on patrol when she felt the aura of a general and a lieutenant neither of which she recognized. She began making her way towards them. It wasn't anything unusual, hopefully it she would just have to make sure they weren't hurting anyone and they could all go about there night. Of course it was never that easy as the knight of Cosmos heard a gun shot ring out in the night.
The young knight began running as she did so she summoned Cerynitis as she hopped on the back of the ethereal doe. She urged the deer forward in a sprint. Bronze hoofs clanged against metal as she ran straight metal frame of a building still in the process of being constructed.
Hyperborea had felt two other signature appear on the scene before her, Ida and some senshi she didn't know. As she reached the group she lept down from her magical mount. She saw a scene that made her blood boil. A downed security guard, a lieutenant, a youma, and a giant general holding a starseed in his hand.
"Hand it over now! Give him back his starseed or I'll throw you from this building." She warned trying not to let her furry show in her voice.
Ivynian
Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2019 10:04 am
Being a teen-aged delinquent had it's ups. And its downs. As did being able to use a magical disco stick to turn into some tambourine shake-shake-shaking Backstreet Boy.
Miles really wasn't into that so much as he was the ability to escape onto rooftops to get high, but he figured someone - being himself - ought to man up and pay his debts to the magical gods and do The Job once in a while. Like paying child support when you knocked someone up. Or not cutting your weed with Oregano. This wasn't one of those times. He wasn't on patrol as Saak, he was hanging out near some apartment construction site waiting for a buyer to show up - and avoiding the s**t out of the security dork - when s**t Went Down.
Being distinctly Not White meant that when he heard a gunshot, a series of reactions went through Miles that culminated in him powering up so that he would have an easier time of getting the ******** out of dodge if a cop tried to ******** shoot him for existing because hey, guess what, cops liked to shoot black - or black presenting - kids.
That was when he felt the goddamn bad-trip of Chaos auras. s**t. I guess I'm here... Saak was also stoned, but he was almost always stoned. He headed over the fence with an agile leap and crept towards the auras that set his mouth flooding bitter. A linebacker in Mordor stood over the security dork's body with some bling in his hamfist. Two sisters were harping at him to give that s**t back like it was the last ******** Eggo - didn't seem to be working - and then another ******** popped in like--
--well, Saak wasn't sure.
Hyperborea was sparkly like she just walked out of Claire's or some shoujo anime, which was fine. But she was also talking some weird s**t that had Saak gaping at her like maybe the girl was...having a bad trip all her own. Or on acid.
"Sister, you uh. You having an acid trip? You get some bad s**t? That dude...he on the ground."
It made him feel a little better to ask her, since he felt like he was on one himself. A ******** bear with a skullcap? Very anime. Cool, but ******** what!? "For real for real, he's not giving that up. We gonna fight. Bet." The last bit was directed at the pair of buttwings and the ginger, Ida and Denebola. I am not stoned enough for this. Or too stoned. He got a bear. A ******** bear. He is a bear. Look at this b***h, he's ******** huge. He could break all of us. ********. Why did I come out here?
He felt not just one power Chaos signature, but three, and decided that this area was one to avoid for this evening's patrol. But then he had to hear a gun shot, and that just made it too humanistic for his liking. Plus, not only were there Chaos signatures, but it seemed the commotion was drawing a few Order as well. Nice of them to come out of the wood work. A real shame more of them couldn't be around when a Chibi Senshi needed help.
Okolnir joined in on the growing number of signatures, assessing the situation from both the Chaos side and Order as well. He usually wasn't one for crowds but...he was here. Someone was down, and a few of the senshi were attempting to negotiate for the return of the starseed, and a knight as well. Okolnir couldn't help but give a derisive snort in Hyperborea's direction.
"Be reasonable~" He called to the Knight. "The only thing that would get thrown from this building would be you if you tried." Taking one look at that mountain of a General said that much, but in this stand off of sorts, he waited to see how it would go.
Aurelius0815
Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2019 2:16 pm
Navi
Chaos on her peripheral, and the sudden shock of a gunshot echoing through the cold darkness had the senshi of tumbleweeds stopping in her tracks. She stood still, breath held senses straining, but a second shot didn't follow. Instead she could feel the convergence of multiple auras, all order, but where the white moon and knights gathered chaos always followed, and Navi couldn't leave her allies alone to that fight.
Turning she fell into a run, boot soles smacking the frosty pavement with every rapid step as she rushed towards the skeletal girders of a construction site: where the rest of the powers were gatherings.
Immediately she recognized Ida and Denebola, and picked her careful way across the uneven ground to stand between the two, poised and ready. There were others; a knight she was sure she'd seen in the past, a basic senshi and a squire, both of whom she didn't think she knew. A strong force to face down the general at the center of their collective attention.
There was a starseed in his hand, a body at his feet, and a mammoth looking youma at his back. beside it, underwhelming by comparison, a lieutenant.
Half gloved hands came together, ready to mold the wind of her magic should she call it, but instead of the attack she would follow the lead of the others. Reason before violence. "You're outclassed. Put the seed back."
"What have we here? Some kind of Mexican standoff? I can't tell." Distance afforded few answers, and Zalmoxis offered fewer. The horse stood silently, bearing his weight, and staring out in the direction of collected auras. The building gave direct view of near nothing, with only shouts betraying the content within — screams about starseed ultimatums and trips off the edge of the building. Sounded like some other arguments branched from that.
"Well, whatever it is, sounds like Order's standing around with its thumbs up its a**. No destruction going on, no sounds of battle, nothing. What do your horse ears hear?" The rider looked to his summons, which again didn't answer. Zalmoxis snorted sullenly. "Fair enough.
"Let's get a touch closer. Have a gander. See if this little ordeal is gonna go the way I think it will. If I'm right, we'll have front row seats to a bunch of officers appearing out of nowhere and either starseeding these superheroes or corrupting them on the spot. And that's something we can help them avoid, isn't it?" Scholomance spared a few pats on the horse's neck. Clops rang out again as it trotted forward, leaving hoof prints atop snowy rooftops — more puzzlements for onlookers until the evidence melted — and the pair descended to ground level quite easily.
That was better. Beyond orange ribbons and sticks and piles of dirt, Scholomance had a clearer view through one of the windows, shattered as it was. With a resolute sigh, the knight dismounted.
"What's going on in there?" He waited a beat, then, "Is it a party?"
She made a point to never really look for trouble but somehow trouble seemed to always find its way to her.
"Patrolling" was a loose term that evening, Duhr having been powering up for a quicker way home as opposed to waiting for the bus (which woulda cost her two entire dollars out of the fifteen she was takin' home from tips). She figured she'd take down any monsters if they came her way... but she wasn't gonna go looking for them, no sir, not when she had a worn out pillow calling her name back at her run down apartment.
The gunshot had her freezing, halting the jump she was preparing to do from one building to another.
Aw, fiddlesticks.
Monsters were easy to take down - hurtin' humans was a little bit more... rough to deal with. And she didn't know of no monsters that used guns in their attack.
Her opinion quickly changed, however, when she noted the strong auras surrounding the area as she moved in to investigate. Something was definitely cooking around this construction site and it sure as hell weren't no waffles.
At spotting the slew of other people soon crowding around the area, Duhr did what Duhr did best: state the obvious.
"Is something going on 'round here?"
Pause.
"Wait -- someone's throwin' a party??"
But gunshots didn't sound like fireworks... did they?
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2019 3:56 am
*Battle declared*
Alkahest crouched and gazed wide-eyed up at the flooring—the only barrier between ground floor of the proto-building and a couple of powerful signatures that had chosen to stay high ground. More was impossible to make out behind the spidered glass. A lieutenant was still deadly, but not much use with the spread that surrounded them.
So many. The enemies expressed similar focus on the starseed itself, or glib uncertainty. That was something that could be used towards tactics. Titanlåvenite considered a few of their stances, a few faces and hands, but bellowed to his Youma, "In med dig! Bära henne!”
The bearthing lowed, starting its loping run, and grabbed Alkahest’s jacket. They jetted out towards the back of the building, away from the signatures, away from the street front, and out a doorless hole. The great hammer appeared in Titan’s free hand, as he sprinted for the cover of the building’s ground floor, “Bare weapons have one reply-”
“ Ida! Tell them, with their poses ready to cast! Show me, how you outclass me!”
If they wanted the starseed, they could all follow into the dark and earn it from him.
Phase 1
Beejoux
Navi, Genbu
Ghouliboo
Duhr
Nuxaz
Denebola
Whimsical Blue
Ida
Syrie
Saak
Strickenized
Scholomance, Pavo
Lucyal
Okolnir
Aurelius0815
Hyperborea
Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2019 4:53 am
Genbu
Something big was happening. The senshi of the north didn't have a clue what, but she'd heard the gunshot and she could feel the convergence of order auras closing in on a strong point of choas, but even as she darted toward the construction site that dark force fractured, splitting apart. Something fled, it's aura disappearing from Genbu's senses, but something stronger remained.
Had there not been the wealth of other order powers gathered she wouldn't have darted into the commotion blindly. He'll, she wouldn't have come at all. She didn't have the strength to match that and she didn't have Seiryuu or the rest of her team with her.
But there were others, many others, and Genbu scanned the other faces as she arrived, recognized none, a d turned her attention to the general as he disappeared into the building.
"Ah s**t, that can't be good..." Enclosed, places to duck behind and hide, it took away some of their obvious advantage.
Hyperborea looked at the senshi boy that addressed her. She side eyed him, was he high? Did this guy really come to a fight baked. Turning her attention back on the general. "I don't think I'm the one on a trip senshi. I suggest you look alive or you'll get hurt." She cautioned. A normal general was dangerous for a basic senshi and this guy was a behemoth of a man.
Then another decided to give her their opinion. A squire voicing their concerns, she was not particularly interested in hearing advice from someone clearly less experienced in this war than her, it'd be one thing if it was from Ida but she'd didn't even know this guy. "Thank you squire, very helpful." She said not taking her eyes off the general or the starseed he still clutched.
Then even more order fighters appeared on the scene and that seemed to be the general's cue to take off. "Fils de pute." She cursed under her breath.
She climbed back on Cerynitis' back and urged her forward. She raced past the general to cut off any retreat. She jumped off and activated her aspect as a silvery sheen of starlight enveloped her.
"I said give him back his starseed." She growled as she moved fast throwing a punch at the general.
Cosmos Aspect
The silvery sheen of starlight covers the Knights of the Cosmos, and their touch is just as heavenly. It's warm and pleasant to most, but acidic and painful to corrupted beings. For the followers of Chaos, physical contact with one of these Knights feels like a mild chemical burn: although it does little in the way of damage, it's hard to tolerate it.
Sleeplessness took her to the streets where she walked about aimlessly to burn off her restless energy. Life was constantly turning, constantly pushing her toward actions she didn't favor with the information at hand. Engagement took an assessment, though she accepted it now. The sudden alternate reality in the park — one she still second-guessed with no injuries to remember it by — was one she would've passed on had Giza not urged them toward it. It seemed he did much to upset those carefully picked boundaries, those safety nets of sense and sound reasoning.
She walked alone now, at 3AM, listening to the dark. Listening to the nothing. No bass, no footsteps, no whispered voices. Ayesha had only her thoughts for company at such an hour.
A pop sounded and she stopped, waited. Adrenaline held her breath, tensed her legs, dilated her pupils. No fizzling falloff followed that shot. Jaw set, Ayesha slipped off the lit sidewalk and down the narrow walkway between Sweet Tooth and Radioshaq, past the trash cans, and into the widene receiving area behind them. She opened her purse, counted the seconds dug through the contents, dug past journals and lesson planners and pens and makeup and sanitary napkins and found, at the bottom of the mess, that useless pen. With a private word, it danced her into henna.
Now she felt a fuller story. A halo of white surrounded a great black aura that dominated the area to the east. Years of neglect left her discernment poor; while Negaverse, she couldn't say if it belonged to a captain or a corrupted eternal or something more powerful that now deigned to decimate these neighborhood heroes.She had no business in such a fight, especially with that strength. But that gunshot —
Pavo steeled her legs and leapt to crest the strip mall. From there, the cluster of buildings was close enough in height to act as stepping stones on her unnervingly short journey. Soon she heard shouts, what sounded unmistakably like a bear, and felt the black wave shift trajectory. She finally descended to a neighboring building, one of those nondescript blocks with a thousand windows and no indication what the place was for, and halted.
She saw clips of people through some of the windows. Senshi, they looked like, some eternals by the wings at their backs. Some with glowing tattoos — henna like her own — and each was turned where the black mark was. Through that shattered glass she found few she recognized. Near them, a body.
