IC this battle takes place in the early morning hours of December 20th. OOCLY this will run Jan 1st through Jan 15th.
There will be an all call for Negaverse and an SOS sent out for Order so this will open the RP up to others who have not been involved up until this point. If you wish to join the battle, but have not been involved up until this point, please wait for the respective calls go out to join in.
A clear ending will be posted late on January 15th (Around 10-11pm est) with a chance for people to have their character exit afterwards.
At the top of your posts please include your character name/rank (With link to journal if possible), location and a quick synopsis of what your character is doing.
Order: Survive and take out as many negaverse as possible. Some may choose to attempt to keep Aelius and/or follow through with the group plan to off him. Chaos:Retrieve Aelius and take out as many Order as possible. Faustite is leading the attack with his team.
This will count as a battle req as long as you hit 500 words per character you want the req for.
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Area Descriptions
There are 3 areas for the battle (Upstairs, Downstairs and Outside) but please note that these are all relatively close to one another. The house is not large. Think a shotgun-style home. So travel between all of these areas would be quick and you could easily hear what’s happening in other locations. Outside is obviously the biggest area for a more comfortable battle. Inside will be tight.
Upstairs: A narrow hallway that leads to 3 separate rooms. This is all considered one area since it’s small
Back bedroom:
This door is kept closed. The room in the back of the house is where Aelius is held. This room is fairly large for this part of town (think big enough for a queen bed, night stands, and dresser). It’s basically bare except for a stool with a camp light on it that barely lights the room, a dead rat, graffiti on the walls and Aelius who is restrained with heavy-duty zip ties on his ankles and wrists which are also zip-tied together.
Front bedroom(s):
The door is completely missing on the left doorway. The room on the right has a door precariously still on it’s hinges, but only just. Entering either of these rooms will find the wall between the two in horrid shape with an opening large enough for two people to squeeze through together. These rooms are small enough that they may have comfortably fit twin beds, a nightstand and dresser in each. The graffiti artists have also been to this room.
This is obviously where the majority of the meeting between Order has taken place as there are a few more stools in here along with a few floor cushions that were obviously brought in. There’s also more light courtesy of several camp lights scattered around the combined spaces. The only odd thing is a black duffle bag that almost blends into the darkness of a far corner. All of the contents inside of it have been broken and ripped.
Downstairs: A long narrow living/dining room combo that leads to a dilapidated kitchen in the back. The stairs are in the secondary area and the wooden treads are a bit dubious in places but will hold. In the area closest to the entrance there’s a single run down couch in the part clowith graffiti on some of the walls.
Outside:This includes the immediate surrounding area. The neighborhood is obviously derelict. There may be one or two houses on the block still occupied but most are run down with a few even near collapse. The street light is old and casts an orange glow that almost seems to do more harm than good with it’s meager light.
In the quiet of the night, the Order group spoke about what should be done with their prisoner and how. People came and went. Some not interested in the route that was chosen, others interested enough to stay. Hy-Brasil didn’t condemn a single person for their thoughts on the situation. She knew that not everyone would be in line with her and Celadon’s capture of the corrupt either. If she was honest with herself, she wished she had thought more long term. Taking the time to have a beginning, middle and, most importantly, andend would have been better. But, she was willing to admit to her mistake. Hence why this meeting was happening.
The electric camp lights scattered around the two combined bedrooms cast eerie shadows against the broken wall. The Earth Knight looked to Celadon as she grimly accepted the route they were headed. This may not have been her intention but this is where they were. To attempt to continue to hold Drayson hostage and possibly use him as bait was not going to be the best for any of their health.
“Arlight. Well, I guess we made our decision. We will get rid of Drayson. It’s for the best for everyone here tonight and will, hopefully, cover some of our tracks. We just need to decide how to do it.” Blue eyes gazed as each person still in attendance. “Do we drop him on a homeworld to perish or get rid of him here?” She licked her lips, obviously a bit uncomfortable with this route, but resigning herself to it. She was the one that started this whole thing after all. It was her responsibility to keep the others safe.
Shifting on the pillow she had eventually parked herself on, the Knight sighed. “A shame he won’t purify, but we can’t force it on him.” A shrug. “I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but here we are.”
“So, what doe people think?” She opened up the floor for others ready to hear what they wanted to do or if someone wanted to take the responsibility of getting rid of their ‘guest’ once and for all. Some, the Deep Space Senshi specifically, seemed more keen on the extreme measure they had decided upon. So she was curious to see if any of them wanted to take up the dirty task.
Aelius coughed, wincing at the pain that radiated from his ribs. The blanket draped over his shoulders was a gesture to his health, but did very little to fend off the cold when he was unable to generate any heat. Limbs had gone past the point of tingling from last of any real movement and now felt stiff and uncomfortable. His back ached from the position he was stuck in with ankles and wrists bound together. Not to mention his wrists specifically were skinned, bruised and lacerated from his attempts to get free and the general biting of plastic against his skin. His ankles weren’t faring much better. The wounds seeped.
Every part of him hurt. Bruises from the beating her took two nights ago was hidden by his clothing, but his face what bloomed purple from where he’d been hit to knock him out, along with a few cuts and lacerations from more beating told the story of the shape he was in.
Muri’s arrival had been the turning point for Aelius. The nagging voice of anxiety that told him he’d never be found was altered with the hope that the order senshi had given him. Now he had something to hold on to.
What worried him was the direction of the conversation he’d heard before the group of order had shifted to a new location. All he could hope was that someone had a bleeding heart that would grant him enough time for his escape.
He coughed again, this one longer and a bit deeper. The rattling of the chain around his neck, tucked under his shirt marked one of the few items left to him besides his clothing. The piece of jewlery likely was ignored for being nothing more than the accessory it was with a piece of crystal and black metal ring hanging on it.
He attempted to get feeling back into his feet at least with careful movements of flexing and pointing them. It didn’t do much, but he hoped it kept blood flowing. The cold of the night could do some serious damage if he didn’t stay warm. Eventually though, a tiredness overtook him and he slowly laid down onto his side. The blanket, unfortunately, slipped from his shoulder with the moveement. Aelius shimmied himself onto it, trying to utilize it to seperate his body from the cold wooden floor.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2025 5:45 pm
General-King Faustite Location: Outside Action: Calling in team and other Negaverse characters
Communicators crackled to life for agents in the vicinity. For some, the voice that followed was a familiar one. Others had never heard him speak. The voice on the line was young, quasi-androgynous, and a margin curt. Shortly thereafter, a photo of a violet-haired young man and an address were transmitted.
General-King Faustite requesting backup for an extraction mission from agents in the area.
One of our own has been captured and held by the enemy. Stand by for the address and a photo of the agent.
My team will handle the extraction. Requesting agents in the area to engage and occupy the enemy. Expect all from Basics to Eternals. Pair up where possible and do not engage beyond your ability. Neutralize threats where possible, but do not jeopardize the extraction. You have my thanks if you can spare aid.
Others — those counted among Faustite's team — received a separate call. While still voiced by Faustite's youma, the meat of the message was far less invitational.
Heliodor was taken by the enemy. Got the loc from a trusted source. You have until the end of this message to ready yourself for a summon.
He's being held in a two-story derelict shithole. No structural security of concern. Location can be visualized on a Maps app. Expect at least one Knight and one Squire for opposition, likely several more. Prepare for coordinated resistance.
Primary objective is to extract Heliodor alive. Secondary is to find out who was involved. Once he's secured, remind them why they should sooner eat their own eyes than ******** with the Negaverse. Faustite out.
A handful of seconds passed before a fire lit on a flat roof two blocks from the condemned house in question. For those of Order that lingered at the house, they would first feel a General's aura, then the amplified iniquity of a General-King.
The flame-eyed boy raised his twisted, snarling black shotel into the air, where moonlight wove silvery threads into its volcanic glass blade. From the power that snaked about him in blackened lightning came first nearly a dozen youma, each attentive for instruction, then several agents and senshi of proud standing within the Negaverse rank and file.
Faustite kept the shotel raised high. He jerked his chin toward a cloud of orange fireflies that soon coalesced into his twinned image.
It was Headache who addressed them. "You now know as much as we do. You each know where yours strengths lie and with whom you work best. Find our boy. Stop everyone in your path with extreme prejudice. Spare only Murikabushi and the Saturn Knight with him.
"If you see an Earth Knight or a Cybele Squire, save them for me."
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While Faustite summoned his team, I left out naming anyone specific or calling out specific orders in case players of team members were unable to post! Please hit me up on Discord if you need/want more specific orders for your character heart Pairing up is ICly encouraged, but obviously not OOCly required!
Corrupt Eternal Fafnir Location: Outside Action: Appearing by Faustite, asking where Helio is, preparing to dive in.
Fafnir was already in uniform when the message arrived and he'd stood, almost trembling, for the summons that would pull him wherever Faustite was. And his brother.
He'd barely powered down since they'd realized Aelius was gone. He'd had to make up some bullshit reasons to the staff and board why he had all but disappeared from his work, but he'd barely had any patience for even that. Rowan... He could not lose him again. He would not go through another funeral, another grieving period. Another wound carved into his soul when it had barely healed from the last one. Every day, every night, had been about searching. Canvasing large swaths of the city looking for any clue, any sign. He'd burned with frustration, with worry and anger every step of it.
No more. They'd found him, finally, and Fafnir was going to personally rip the soul out of each and every person involved. If Faustite didn't eat their starseeds, he'd do it himself, with relish. Use the flash of euphoria as a balm...
The rush of chill air was a stark contrast to his comfortable office in Negaspace and Fafnir sucked in through his teeth, his blue eyes flashing across the space to take in structures, points of entry, places enemies could hide... He flicked his eyes towards Faustite, death incarnate with his weapon lifted, and carefully filed away the information about knight and senshi. Spare them? If they got in his way, he'd apologize and make it up to Faustite later. Nothing was going to stand in his way, not even some gangly b***h his general king had taken a liking to.
"Do you know which room?" He asked over the noise of others arriving, unable to keep the ice out of his voice. His throat itched and tingled... like the magic was bubbling up from his lungs, begging to be released.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2025 6:15 pm
Illyria Location: Outside Action: Currently Hiding across the street from where the group inside is
Contrary to what her parting words to the group had been, Illyria had, in fact, remained in the vicinity of the derelict building that they were using to hold Aelius in. Was she aiding perhaps in shielding the place? Well, it had started out that way but after a period of time had passed the smaller Mauvian had been sceptical of the wisdom of holding onto a member of the Negaverse. Even if the group inside finally did reach a consensus of sorts they were still all fools for even thinking that this plan wouldn't go awry. Her violet orbs now watched the building from underneath a little pile of rubble from across the street. Her small frame was wedged comfortably below a few planks of ruined plywood that she had managed to shift around in order to make an adequate hiding spot.
Having spent a few minutes sussing out the various auras that she could pinpoint Illyria was about ready to allow herself a small period of rest when the aura of a Negaverse General flared to life followed soon by the explosion of a full blown General-King. Illyria's eyes widened as the sensation of other chaotic auras flared into existence before she scrambled to her paws. She dare not move, not yet, but the Mauvian could only hope that those inside were feeling the same thing that she was.
I don't think my presence at the moment would help those inside but maybe they'll be wise to scatter. I do hope so, for their sake.
Celadon, Squire of Cybele Location: Upstairs Action: Having thoughts, alerting people to incoming chaos
Where Hy-Brasil expressed her opinions, Celadon left hers unsaid. She didn't have enough experiences under her belt to weigh in on any option presented, though she understood the cold practicality inherent in most of the decision-making. Her main regret was that the Mauvian from earlier (Illyria) had abandoned them, thus quieting the only dissenting opinion.
So he had to die. Celadon bowed her head. She wondered if she could feel happy about such an outcome if Aelius had been the one to kill Eileen. If he was, should she be the one to deliver the killing blow? Or would his death suffice without a personal touch? She struggled to conceptualize such outcomes, even on a hypothetical.
His death wouldn't make her whole. It wouldn't undo any damage or refashion time such that her best friend lived. It wouldn't give her answers, either.
Realistically, Aelius — Heliodor — was just one man under the thrall of the Negaverse. He likely didn't know anything about her friend. Likely never even met her. His death changed nothing in Celadon's pursuits to uncover the truth. She shouldn't feel one way or the other about it, she knew.
Celadon looked around the room at the various speakers who had made their points steadfastly over the past hours. She knew she couldn't look at them and know their stories, their experiences, but she wished that their faces, their convictions, could bely just a glimmer of what they'd been through and how they held onto their resolve. How they learned that, no matter the possibility of purification, some people just needed to die.
But there was hardly time for much else, she realized, when a nauseating wave of chaos pulled her from her reverie. She reached outward, javelin forming in her hand, as she spoke to the group tersely: "Heads up."
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2025 6:21 pm
Grieve of Grieve Location: upstairs Action: heading the the room with aelius to make him useful
"When you're ready I can take him to mine," Grieve offered. She should probably leave it fully up to these younger, softer knights. Born of Earth and coddled with its unending bounty, they needed to do the hard work with their own bloodied hands. But judging from the conversation that's taken place, their own uncertainties and questioning, it was likely too much too fast. They'd probably get all ********' sad and guilty about it. Maybe hesitate too long when the next chance at taking the initiative arrived.
"Wouldn't be the first I've dropped off to die there."
Chaos gathered outside, a flaring surge of filth and power.
"Or..." Grieve drawled, swiftly heading toward the other bedroom. "We use him as a shield. A pretty little shield."
Halle's head whipped up at the sudden burst of chaos energy that frankly, made him want to throw up more than anything they'd been talking about tonight. His heart-rate ratcheted up as visiona of every horrible outcome raced through his head. <********>
No. He needed to be calm. He was calm. This was just a problem and problems could be solved. "We've lost the initiative."
Getting up he walked quickly toward the stairs. "I can run defense for awhile, but we need to get out and far away."
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2025 6:39 pm
General-King Faustite Location: Outside Action: Sending out some NPC youma for fun and profit
Faustite heard Fafnir's question. With his jaw steeled, he shook his head slowly. Eyes forward, he made short work of signing what they both knew Fafnir would do: Find him.
Then he nodded to Headache, who appraised the small crowd of youma.
"Keep your teeth and claws sharp for the White Moon and them alone. Ignore all powerless humans." Ignoring Faustite's pointed look, Headache refused to clarify that any of that rabble should be spared.
Perhaps Faustite would've fought his youma on such antics on another day, but he let the matter drop without quarrel. Instead, he pointed the shotel carefully forward, dispatching the youma as a vanguard toward the property.
The message came through loud and clear and immediately she was prickling with more than a bit of hate at order. More and more they were causing trouble, not just for the senshi she had helped in all this but it seemed they were getting into the habit of snatching people so this needed to be nipped in the bud.
It wasn't a question as she tagged along with Chalcanthite, knowing that they would be similarly disgusted by the whole situation. So when they arrived together at the location, she wasted no time parting from her human and looking for any of his team that might be around. It was a lot to take in, even as she scanned as best as she could.
"Let's wait for them all, I will stay near your team if you need to break off." Giving a knowing look, she saw that coin come out and felt the change in his signature. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
General Chalcanthite *Captain aura due to Engraved medallion Location: Outside Action: Grouping up for those of his team coming
It wasn't how he wanted to spend today, or any other day to be honest but when Des had informed him he wasted no time getting ready. This wasn't something Liam needed to know about, if anything this was the type of situation he was desperately trying to avoid happening to either of them.
Pulling out that coin and rubbing his thumb over the engraved letters, he knew he'd have to play things carefully in case any of the knights he was currently investigating were here. The next thing to do was to send a message out to his team, to let them know about sticking together. Desiree coming along meant he could split off, and keep things neatly separated while helping with this.
"Good, we need to make sure this avoids going up like that bank. The less attention the better if possible, and if not possible, at least keeping injuries to a minimum."
Listening to Headache-as-Faustite, Hestia stood at quiet attention and considered the situation. She was a little proud that some members of Order has chosen to take initiative, bringing the fight to a member of the Negaverse instead of passively waiting to be attacked. They were even working as a group to some degree, also very good.
However.
They should have done more research in regards to their target. General King Faustite was known and recorded to be both aggressive and capable, with a large and loyal team working under him. As far as targets went, those he cared for were an extremely suicidal choice. And as far Hestia felt, people she herself cared for were also...a very poorly considered target.
Her eyes slid around the neighborhood, trying to search out Murikabushi and the Knight who'd chosen to be loyal to Faustite. It'd be best if they stayed outside and beyond the range of friendly fire, especially if they had no plans to corrupt yet.
The crackle of the communicator caused the newly corrupted senshi to pause. She had been staring at it absently in her hand as she was lost in thought, but the sound brought her back to reality. A scowl knitted her brows as she heard the message, something in the pit of her stomach twisting. She had never been much involved in things prior to her corruption that she could recall, but the idea of taking prisoners made her feel sick, telling her that this was something she hadn't experienced before. Sitting back and doing nothing was not an option, in her opinion, and she rolled her shoulders as she gripped the communicator. She was going to help no matter what. After all, that wasn't horribly far from where she was at the moment. It wouldn't take long for her to get there.
Making quick work of the short distance between locations, Ako felt the aura of Faustite before she could see him. She recognized it from the brief encounter she had with him in the snow, and it strengthened her resolve that showing up was the right action. After all, if someone that strong was there, she wouldn't likely be in too over her head. With any luck, she might see others she recognized as well.
As luck would have it, a familiar signature caught her attention and she smiled, quickly making her way over to the man who had given her this new chance. She found her way to Chal's side and nodded at him. "I'm at your disposal." A seriousness settled over her that was a stark contrast to her usual relaxed demeanor and she looked up at him with determination.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2025 6:50 pm
Brassite Location: outside Action: arriving, asking the important questions
"Right, no attacking Murkybush, whoever the ******** that is, or some Saturn guy...that's the Catholic H one right?" Brassite's voice was low as she chatted with a nearby youma with like, a lot of spines. This whole rescuing thing seemed pretty different and exciting, really. And it was being headed by Generally OnFire this time! Apparently he was half youma? Which made all the youma here make a ton of sense.
Honestly she probably didn't need to be here, but, "Hey do we get a bonus for this?" The noises made by the youma might have been a yes? But then one of the General King's ordered the youma out, so instead she trotted over to Desiree.
"Hey Miss Des! Do we get a bonus for this one?" The question was asked quietly but not...actually quietly.
Eternal Murikabushi of Hunger Location: outside. Action: answering questions, providing more intel, sticking himself into situations.
“Second floor, back bedroom.”
Nobody had asked for Murikabushi’s input—Fafnir certainly hadn’t—but that had only rarely managed to stop him from speaking. Having called Faustite in and told him where to go, Muri had been prepared for Some s**t to start going down. As he swanned over to where a General-Sovereign’s aura had flared up—Faustite’s, as expected—Muri held his head high, very secure in the choice he’d made and trusting that Faustite wouldn’t let the team bite him right now, just because he was wearing white.
“Door should be closed,” Muri went on, “and if any of them has a working brain, they’ll be either guarding it or trying to smuggle him out.”
Taking a deep breath, Muri pointed around to the alley beside the house where he’d managed to sneak in. “Only exit they’ll have if they try to take Aelius somewhere else? It’s through the back bedroom’s window. Accessible from that alley. Not hard to get into; that’s how I found him.” Giving Faustite a Look that probably had no right to be so soft or so fond under the present circumstances, he added, “They went to all this trouble already. Some of them might just want to fight, but any halfway intelligent ones won’t want to let go of a hostage who has such close ties to you.”
Muri wasn’t going to attempt to give orders, here. Right now, he was an outsider, among people who had every reason not to trust him or his desire to help, no matter what Faustite had told them. He would stick to offering his knowledge and his input, then leaving any calls about what to do with it to Faustite.
