Super Sailor Izanami Location: D5, heading towards E2 Action: Acknowledging Muri's suggestion, wrangling imouto-chan, roasting a youma on her way to escort the team to Kaifeng and co
Murikabushi was popular. Perhaps that made sense; Izanami certainly liked him after their encounter. But he had another, unfamiliar Super Senshi (Monoceros) running up to them, and Izanami greeted him with a brief nod. Her eyes scanned the battlefield, fell on the General-King, and she felt her heart stick in her throat.
At least he was across the lake from them. And then he was across the way, because some poor Eternal caught his attention, and Izanami winced. tHat looked....very, very bad, but there was little she could do to stop it.
Terebellum also got a nod of acknowledgement, as she started to formulate plans. There were plenty of vectors of attack,a dn there was a youma coming right for them--
And she heard a familiar voice, and her heart dropped.
"Amaterasu?"
Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it. She had thought her sister was safe at home, but here she was, because Izanami was not good enough at watching out for being followed.
Well. Amaterasu was here now.
"I wasn't expecting to run into this tonight," Izanami admitted, softly, to her sister. "But now that you're here....yes." She nodded, sharply, and then lifted her voice to all of the people nearby. "Murikabushi is right; let's move to cover the people escaping from the bank. Amaterasu, stick by me, please?"
She hoped her sister listened. She hoped that two people telling her to stay safe would be enough to prevent her running into anything more dangerous alone.
"None fo us can do anything against a General-Sovereign," she said, "but we can save who we can."
To that end, the most direct path to the bank was blocked by a youma--a strange, slithering thing that made Izanami think of what might happen if a crocodile merged with sapient darkness and also got far, far too many teeth, even for a crocodile, which were also far too long. And dripping some strange ichor.
Gross.
"Cremation Pyre!"
Fire lashed from her hands towards the beast, clearing the path.
"Let's go."
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Super Sailor Scout Attack: Cremation Pyre! Izanami holds a hand up in front of her face and speaks the name of the track, and blue fire ignites around her hand. She then gestures at one target, and the target appears to be engulfed in blue flames. The target will feel as if they are being cremated from the inside out, with a sensation of pain akin to second degree burns over the entire body. The fires last for 35 seconds, but at player discretion, lessened pain can linger after the end of the attack, and the target can be left with moderate burns. Anyone who touches the target will experience the same burning pain on whatever part of their body came in contact with the target, but not the possibility of damage. Izanami can use this magic twice per battle.
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2023 5:28 pm
Langite, Negaverse Senshi of Longing Location: D2 Action: Kidnapping~
The strange, horny man was still following him, and that…was…well perhaps not odd, so much as annoying. He was good looking, Langite knew that for a fact, and he wasn’t going to ever refute it if someone pointed it out.
One of the Senshi addressed him, and he responded with nothing more than a sneer, debating if he was going to use his magic on the three that stood there…it was always so fun to see just what his magic did to people and…truthfully, he wanted to see more. This was the perfect environment to really test his skills.
He paused as he felt something tugging on his sleeve and looked back, seeing the horny Senshi once again and he scoffed, though paused and looked towards the black and purple…ballerina? No.
Narrowing his eyes again, Langite thought through things quite quickly, and shot his magic towards the ballerina and spun on his heel, grabbing the horny one by the elbow and after a moment, vanished with the Senshi.
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Langite looks at his target and then closes his eyes and looks away, and a powerful feeling of longing comes over them. The feeling of wanting, needing something that is just out of reach. May cause chest pains or utterly unwanted tears. It is a good distraction, can affect one person who is within a seven foot range, and lasts for thirty seconds. Two Uses.
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Page Sigiriya of Ida Location: D4 Action: Getting angry!... and scared.
Sigiriya climbed to his feet finally realizing that he was in a lot more trouble than he first realized. Getting soaked wasn’t a big deal, even if he was a little sore from the overly hot water, but facing a peanut gallery of officers was a completely different matter. The only saving grace was that it seemed that the trio was more interested in commenting on his current predicament than joining in. “I haven’t done anything,” he practically barked out as he blocked the punch to the head but missed the sidekick that sent him staggering a few feet away. “I’m not the one using people like chattel!” Sig returned the attack with one of his own, a rapid one two punch towards the corrupt’s gut, the fear rising in him yet again as the thought of the rapidly burning building flashed in his peripheral vision. Could there still be people in there? “It's not like Mr. Water fountain here is using his tea water to help put out the fire.” It wasn’t a very good argument but it also wasn’t like Sig had much time to come up with a counter either.
“No! You're just picking on a guy who is just trying to find out where his-” He cut himself off as he realized that he was likely about to say something he really, really, REALLY shouldn’t. First rule of thumb to being a superhero, never reveal your weakness, second rule is never reveal your secret identity. Letting this group of nut-jobs know that there was someone out there in this mess he was scared for was quite a bad idea.
Kolina
((Nah you really can do a number on him, just don’t kill him or permanently maim him ^.^))
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Squire Tortuga of Jupiter Location: Moving from E1 to E3 Action: Trying to avoid getting into fights but still looking for his little team
The senshi seemed to be overly excited and happy, odd all things considered but if she wasn’t in pain and didn’t need any medical assistance then there was no real reason for him to stick this close to the rapidly burning building. The knight seemed to be more ‘level headed’ of the two, less like he had consumed too much sugar. Like the senshi, he hadn’t seen Antares or at least didn’t recognize her, she had been in the destruction team but Tortuga had no clue where she went once she was in the building. Damn. “Yeah that seems like the case,” the redhead nodded before glancing over at the burning bank.
“I’ll follow your lead, the smoke is getting worse.” Tortuga shrugged and mentioned to the senshi that she should scram from this particular location as well since the fire was really turning into a conflagration. “Guess I should find my errant party members,” muttering curses under his breath Tortuga followed and then passed the knight until he was pretty much in the middle of the road, purple eyes widening at just how chaotic, and chaos filled, the night had become. Finding his three charges was not going to be easy. Finding them in one piece… even worse odds.
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2023 6:01 pm
KAIFENG, PAGE OF SATURN Location: E2 —> E3 Action: Ouchie. Still not surrendering the spicy, sassy attitude and annoying optimism, however!
The reassurance from the senshi with the creepy magic was nice. As it happened, Kāifēng could mostly tell what he meant to say via the apology, even if he couldn’t hear it. But the hand on his shoulder helped more than any words might have done. As much as Kāifēng wanted to hear noises, please, the subtle reassurance that he wasn’t here alone helped more than anything else.
He wasn’t alone. The air out here was open, not the closed-in tightness of a hallway closet in Southside Boston—though also quickly getting smoky and heating up like someone wished to boil them all alive, which rather seemed like a problem in the making.
So did the hand in his hair. And the knee in his stomach. Both things got a response from Kāifēng, first a yelp, then a grunt. And he itched to fight back, he really did—but first of all, the rapier not being in his side anymore was Kind Of Definitely A Problem. Bleeding out wouldn’t be good. Not at all. As the magic wore off and the sound around them came rushing back, Kāifēng pressed down hard on his side. Apply pressure to help make the bleeding not as bad, right? Would anybody even be able to tell in this shirt, like, damn, it was already so dark a red??
—And, you know, it was not per se the smartest response to someone who had stabbed him and threatened to slit his throat. But as Kāifēng tried to put some distance between himself and the very on-fire bank—as he tried to get closer to the nice land-mermaid and her charming friend in the pink and purple senshi duds—Kāifēng just had to laugh again. This also involved some coughing, but at least he didn’t think he’d taken in too much of the smoke? And the coughing wasn’t so bad. Which was good for Kāifēng because the whole situation and how his stabbificator was acting? Oh, honey.
“Sorry, friend-o, I’m sorry,” Kāifēng managed to say through his laughter, sounding exactly 0% remorseful. “It’s just—really funny, ya know?” He tried muffling some of it in his palm, but that arguably only made it worse. Instead of being as loud and raucous as the laughter wanted to be, it kept sporfling and spluttering from Kāifēng trying to tone it down in the interests of politeness, with the threat ever-present that it would burst back out to full hyena strength sooner or later. “You’re sooo powerful, right? Clearly worked hard to get that way? But you don’t even believe in yourself at all, do you?”
The hand not currently applying pressure to Kāifēng’s stab wound whipped open his fan and used it, well. As a fan. Even pulling back from the on-fire building, the air was getting uncomfortably warm. “Friend-o, you got soooo upset because someone who’s been doing this for, like, a week didn’t react how you wanted me to. But you have, what, literal years of experience? Don’t you get how hilarious that is?”
Kāifēng had to laugh, really. The other option was being miserable about the absolute State of this poor weirdo’s mental and emotional health, and now wasn’t really the time for that. Even Kāifēng could tell that much.
Anybody looking over at the antler senshi and the General-King could probably tell that, also. That whole situation looked bad. Very bad. And Kāifēng suspected he could not do much to actually help, but nevertheless, he cheered for her, “Show him who’s boss, jiejie!”
Daekie
………soz, larimar :<
lizbot
kaifeng appreciates you, hestia!
genovianprince
also you, hati!
Seiana_ZI
and yourself, encke!
stari_maga
hi, pendour, you are jiejie now~ also, go, cybele! he thinks you’re neat!
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this impertinent little page is cheering against you, Faustite, soz :<
Mauvian Tama Location: D1 to C1 Action: Carrying an NPC.
“I know, right?” Tama said proudly and practically wagged what little tail he had in any form. “Load her on.” He nodded to Niter.
Tama bent low to allow for the the woman to be plopped on his back. He was glad they were getting a teleport out. It was a bit hard to keep an unconscious person on his back and move with any sort of speed.
Antares, Super Senshi of Scorpions Location: B1 Action: No Touchy!
Antares had done her best to keep an eye on her surroundings, tried to spot that particular mix of purple and gold of Sig, tried to see the red hair of her cousins, or the eye blindingly white outfit of her friend. The clash of auras, shouting and fighting, the bank going up in flames, and the main thing that distracted her was the General King... that was an person she really didn't want to encounter, so it wasn't terribly surprising that she ran into someone. It also really didn't help that she could feel several strong auras above her and pretty much all around her. Order was outnumbered and she couldn't find a single person she had come here with.
The blonde tried to extract herself from the baby nega she had collided with but her reaction turned from a 'get off me' to 'WTF!' real fast when the lieutenant started to reach for her. It was clearly not a 'got to get free' kind of reach either. Antares slapped away the grabby hand and kicked out to get some distance from the negaverse officer. "Touch me again if you want to loose that hand," she growled, her attention firmly on the other woman.
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Negaverse Super Niter Action: Being rescued by Alkmene and Tama, being teleported from C1 to D5.
Niter would've sighed his relief if he thought he wouldn't choke on the smoky air. It wouldn't have been complete relief, either, because he was talking to two (2) strangers that he had never met before in his life, even if one was a Mauvian (Tama). And, of course, he was predisposed to trust the Mauvian instantly because who didn't trust a fuzzy face, and thus nodded at the unknown Eternal's (Alkmene's) orders to put the floppy person on the EnorMau's back. That took more finagling than he would've liked, but after a few moments' struggle, he managed to wiggle worm the passed-out Captain onto her new furry steed.
… It made him kinda jealous to realize that she'd be the one riding on the Mauvian and not him, but maybe he could ask that Mau for a ride later, if they ever, like, got to know each other. Because it'd be weird to just ask out of the blue.
He was beginning to feel lightheaded, however, and his accidental stumble must have been queue enough for the Eternal Senshi to decide to teleport them all out of the area. In one moment, he was searching for the hazy natural light that should be on the other side of those fires, and in the next, he was staring down a pond. His head spun, then, so he got down slowly and laid face-down on the ground next to the decorative rocks lining the pond's edge.
Niter groaned into the grass. "Thank you," he managed once he coughed out enough smoke that he could breathe. "Um. I'm Niter."
And Niter wasn't getting off the ground to offer his hand in introduction. He knew he should, but he wasn't going to make it that far.
And so Aqua would know what was going on, Niter summoned his communicator. "Um, Aqua? I'm good now. But I kind of want to go home. Will you still not care if I leave now?" Saving people was too much effort.
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thank you for letting me mention the teleport heart
"Did I ******** stutter," he seethed, and funneled a greater burst of darkness into Cybele's starseed. There would be no choice. Her starseed would submit, or it would splinter into a hundred thousand shards as she became the weakest youma of their flock. She would be the front-lines meat shield that taunted her friends with her very existence. They would know her by her mannerisms alone, for she would bear no similarity to her former appearance. And she would be helpless to resist the will of any Captain, General, Sovereign, or even Metallia herself, for she would no longer possess a will of her own.
Invisible arrows still gored him as hounds' teeth gnashed at his legs. He expected that the attack must have thrown off his concentration, or his newness to his position meant he was unfamiliar with precisely how much power he could slam into an ungrateful little wretch's twice-scrambled starseed.
But she still tried to resist. Nothing about her kept her from darkness, though Faustite still thought about summoning that useless weapon and seeing if it could separate her thoughts from her actions.
"You don't get to choose. You will bend. You will break," he snarled. The heat surrounding him grew unbearable.
DMS SUPER MURIKABUSHI Location: D3/D2 border. Action: GETTING REKT by langite’s very mean magic.
What?
What—NO.
Where the ******** b*****d Boyfriend just grabbed Daedalus by the elbow and took him away, and Daedalus didn’t seem okay, not even relative to the situation. But……all Reiki had wanted to do was save his new friend, and not only had he failed to do so, but also, the worst part hadn’t even started.
When the magic hit him, it was like getting kicked in the heart with steel stilettos. Reiki fumbled to a halt. Breathlessly, he teetered in place. Eyes wide and chest tightening, as if his ribs had decided to close in around his lungs, he looked around himself, at all the people. Nothing felt right. Nothing felt like it would ever be right again. Broken. Wrong.
And it only felt worse whenever he felt a White Moon aura.…… So many of them, Reiki didn’t recognize worth a damn. So many faces he didn’t know. So many people who probably looked at him and only saw a Chaos rat. Because why would they see anything else? His aura mattered more than anything about him, in conversations like this. Didn’t matter that he tried to help people, or that he wanted to take the inherent responsibility of being a senshi seriously, or that he wanted to be a magical girl who Obaasan and Ojiisan would have been proud of.
None of it mattered.
Only the night-black fuku and the Chaos-taint that followed him everywhere because it was a part of him.
Because he’d been stupid. Because he hadn’t ever thought that Levi would……not lie to him? But definitely leave out certain pieces of context that had proven……pretty important, actually, in the long run.
Reiki looked over his shoulder. Spotted Encke, and Pendour, and the little baby-knight beside them with the Saturn symbol on his chest—and that sent the pain shocking through Reiki’s chest once more. Like vines twisting around his lungs, hellbent on never letting him breathe again.
Everyone around Reiki now…… All of them were White Moon.
Well, all of them except the Negaverse General apparently in the middle of a nervous breakdown.
But……all the rest of them.…… If any of them were the aggro type of White Moon, then he’d be a dead where he stood, wouldn’t he? Would Encke and Pendour interject in his defense? Wasn’t as though they were close. Reiki didn’t show up to Pendour’s favorite community gardens with tea and a wild story about his last show at Scandals or people on the Internet having wrong opinions about House of the Dragon casting choices.
None of them even knew his name.
His real name, not the ******** façade that had gotten slapped on him as much as “art freak” had been once, as much as someone disparagingly forcing “it” pronouns on him for being a boy in a dress, as much as his fascist grandparents addressing him with homophobic slurs in private and as Rokugin-kun or my daughter’s child in public—all because he had the wrong starseed.
Albite—who had to be around somewhere, because Faustite was here and Reiki felt like maybe he’d seen Miss Jada in the distance on the way over here?—but Albite had helped Reiki save Yuki, one of the most important people in Reiki’s life, and Albite still didn’t know Reiki.
Not even Faustite knew his real name, which probably didn’t bode well for the idea of ever making good on the offer of a date. How would something like that even play out?
Not even Monoceros knew his real name, and stabbing Reiki in the heart would’ve been kinder than that thought because Monoceros had known his name once. Monoceros had known him—and Reiki couldn’t be upset about the fact that he didn’t anymore! Because it had been about Monoceros, and about his well-being, and about what he had needed to be okay! Besides that, the safety of so many people could’ve hung in the balance if someone (Arsenolite) ever wanted to hurt Monoceros and got that information out of him!
………But if any of these others were the aggro and violent flavor of White Moon—if they thought “existing while Chaos” was a good enough reason to put him down—then anyone Reiki know here would only mourn Murikabushi.
Because none of them knew Reiki.
Because he only mattered as some name that didn’t feel like his, playing some role that did not make sense with the magical girl fantasy he’d had in mind around this time last year, on that night in the alley by Scandals, when Levi had asked if Reiki wanted to be a magical boy, then held out his hand and asked “Do you trust me?”
A role that he didn’t—no, no, no. Couldn’t think like that. He couldn’t.
Still looking around him, Reiki couldn’t spot Monoceros anywhere. But maybe he missed something. Maybe Ceros was right nearby and Reiki couldn’t tell because of how the world was getting fuzzy around the edges. Maybe the world was getting fuzzy because he was going to mercifully lose consciousness and at least he wouldn’t feel anything when some aggro little nightmare in a White Moon fuku put him down.
Or maybe that was the tears.
When did Reiki start crying?
He didn’t know. But he couldn’t mistake the hot, wet, humiliating feeling of tears rushing down his face. So close to the burning bank, he wished that the heat would evaporate them off his cheeks before anybody saw, but it didn’t happen. The tears remained, unconcerned with how much he desperately wanted them to go away. With how much looking around Reiki was doing, his only hope was that everyone else remained too concerned with their own messy lives to bother with one some pathetic, miserable, broken little ******** of a Dark Mirror senshi.
As he looked back across the field, back to Faustite and Cybele, Reiki finally found something else to feel about her situation.
Jealousy.
Even though Faustite and his recent power-up had to be funneling Chaos into her—why else would he have his hand in her chest if not to ******** with her starseed?—Cybele remained unchanged. Still clad in the same old fuku like a bad high school production of A Midsummer’s Night’s Dream. Lucky ******** b***h—what, was her transcendence mark hidden on her a** or something?
Whatever was going on, she could keep the Chaos away from her starseed. She didn’t have to be irreparably tainted by it like Reiki was. She didn’t—
No.
No, no, no.
Reiki couldn’t think that way.
He couldn’t allow himself to think that way.
Never, ever, ever—because it was pointless, wasn’t it?
But still he felt…… If there were a way…… If he knew the secret…… Maybe killing him would be okay if it would purge the Chaos from his starseed and give some new Murikabushi a fighting chance to do things right—but Reiki couldn’t ******** think like that, either. He couldn’t…… He couldn’t go through with any thoughts like that; he had too many responsibilities. He……
He trembled. He choked, trying to keep a sob back and utterly failing. A thought flared up like maybe he could walk away, but when he tried to make his legs do anything, they decided to give out. Collapsing to the ground, he remembered the subway station all those months ago. How Ida had grown princess wings, then disappeared with all the Order senshi and their Knights, leaving Reiki down with all the Chaos filth where he belonged.
Because no matter how much he tried to act like one, no matter how many of them he palled around with, no matter how often he told himself “I’m just like them, but with better fashion sense,” the simple fact remained: Reiki was not and had never been an Order senshi.
In all likelihood, Reiki didn’t deserve to be an Order senshi. Something was wrong with his starseed—or maybe something was just wrong with him—that had made him Awaken Chaos instead of Order. Who gets the dumb luck and who gets a reflection of everything about them that’s <******** broken?
How long could he go on like this? Playing his Court’s little wind-up doll and telling himself that things were fine?
Another sob wracked his chest, shook him so badly, Reiki had to put his hands on the ground to keep himself upright. But his head bowed of its own accord. Couldn’t keep both that and his spine upright simultaneously, he guessed.
Instead of the other sounds that actually existed around him, Reiki heard something in the back of his mind: an bearded, balding old man in a suit and glasses intoning, Once upon a time!
Reiki heard the lively strings start up, even though he knew that they weren’t real, that he was imagining things because hiding away in Stephen Sondheim was easier, wasn’t it?
“I wish,” he sang, voice breathy and threads and barely above a whisper, “more than anything……more than life……more than jewels……I wish……”
He couldn’t get to Cinderella’s next line, the one about the King giving a festival. Because Reiki didn’t mean it. He just repeated, still so quiet, “I wish……more than anything……more than life……”—and thanks to that white-haired b*****d boyfriend Nega-b***h, he couldn’t blow his comments off as flippant nonsense, as jokes, or things that didn’t need to get read into.
Arms trembling, threatening to give out and send him face planting to the ground, Reiki whispered like a prayer, “I wish I were an Order senshi.…… Please.… Just make me an Order senshi…… I’ll do anything……”
Saying so made a fresh, violent round of sobbing overtake him, but somehow, he managed to keep himself up. Because that was what he always did, wasn’t it: endure it all, no matter what, because there wasn’t any other valid choice.
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If anybody else in the general vicinity of D2-3/E2-3 wants to help (or take advantage of the situation to Cause Harm), feel free!heart
Monoceros blinked, watching as Murikabushi took the opportunity to sprint away—doing what, he wasn't quite sure, everything felt so blurry, and he wasn't sure he should've been out here after all. But he'd made himself come, and so he would fight.
"Let's go," he said to Izanami and Terebellum, making a small "ooh" at her magic as it seemed to fry the crocodile-like youma.
But then there was some General attacking with his weapons and without stopping to think, for even a minute, he said, "Quill Flash."
His wrist flicked, and only then did he realize who lunged in the path of his quills.
Larimar.
Oh, man, Ashanite was going to kill him.
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A burst of porcupine quills flies from Sailor Monoceros's hand, which can cause shallow scratches and/or minor puncture wounds. Any attempt to remove the quills before they vanish will cause sharp, pinpointed pain in the area; however, they don't sink in much deeper than skin-level. A user can choose to have this attack cause permanent damage or the injury will fade when the magic expires. This attack will last 20 seconds and can be used three times per battle.
Hati flashed Hestia a quick smile—good, she knew what she was doing. He liked that. Kaifeng hobbled off, and Hati watched after him worriedly for a moment—he would definitely need real medical help, if he couldn't manage to find a senshi with healing magic.
He did find himself a little flustered by the porcupine senshi that showed up and blasted Larimar with quills while Hati was distracted. Damn! He hadn't been paying enough attention—was someone else hurt? He rubbed his eyes, trying to make sense of everything, but the fire was so distracting... the smoke...
"Get out of here! Go south!" he shouted, coughing. ******** chased after Kaifeng, falling to his knees and wheezing next to the group.
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Fang snarled. This woman aggravated every single one of his nerves, and as people rushed in to assist him, he stepped back for a moment, checking his wound. Not that bad. Hopefully. He'd probably have to go home and get help, though, unless he managed to find someone with healing magic. But at the moment, that wasn't his concern. No, his concern was all these people who were going to get hurt trying to protect him.
"Get back!" he said sharply to them, rearing his hands back high in the air. "Double Slash!"
His hands came down, and he hoped his magic would work. This crazy lady needed to learn not to mess with the White Moon. He may not have met these people before today, but they were on his team, so they were his, now.
He didn't stop to see if the purple claws came out, distracted by the senshi (Amarynthos) telling him to leave. The smoke damage... right. The last thing Fang wanted was for his throat to be in horrific pain once again. He'd had enough of that suffering. He followed them.
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Fang swipes at his target with both hands, and two ghostly paws of a Chrysocyon with claws extended spring forth. They leave the sensation and appearance of deeper, more burning cuts, slicing into skin like a hot knife through butter. He can attack the same target twice, or two different targets, but he only has one chance to hit someone once per swipe. The effects lasts for about thirty seconds, has two uses, and has a range of fifteen feet. The magic can tear through clothes or can cause lasting damage at player discretion.
Amsvartnir flinched when he felt new Chaos auras near, but when he wasn't bothered... He looked up and saw some Agent (Briartite) looking at him like he knew him, even with the bow aimed, but...
Amsvartnir didn't recognize him. (Not yet, not until much later this night when the dead General would play behind his eyes and he lost much needed sleep, when Briartite's eyes would look at him with a glimmer of something that said you sweet boy, you tried, but it didn't matter, did it that he would sit up with a gasp and think to himself with much distress about Carterhaugh, the beautiful, kind boy he'd tried to help).
And then... He looked down.
He saw Murikabushi surrounded by Order, Senshi and Knights, and all of a sudden, he couldn't think of anything other than jumping down there and protecting his friend, his mentor, at all costs.
Something was going on with a General-King on as much fire as the bank and a Senshi having her starseed affected, but if all the Order folk down there wanted to focus on Murikabushi instead of them he'd just have to go down there and ******** yell at them, or something.
With a Tarzan-like yell, he flung himself down from the roof and sprinted the few feet over, bending himself over Murikabushi on his knees and holding him tight.
Hand tugged along by Lete, Hybris tried to keep up with her like the obedient damsel that he was. In a moment of morbud curiosity, he glanced back to see if the youma really started eating itself.
Oh. Well. That's going to an exciting nightmare later!
Past the youma, a senshi was getting their heart ripped out or something and that was also a thing to only think about in the wonderful consequence-free space of dreams. Order and the Chaos Military really played rough.
Passing Mirror Bro Muri, Hybris's pace slowed just a little bit. Just in case he also wanted to give them a fifty and a pat on the head. He almost lost his footing as Lete correctly had no such assumptions. Picking up the pace he managed a moment to sulk. Isn't he as good as a cute teenager? In fact, he is also a cute teenager!
Turning his attention back ahead, Hybris noticed a small, chaos-y gathering. They didn't seem too fighty, and several people's attention was on a pink and black figure that looked to be in kinda in bad shape. As he and Lete skirted past, Hybris decided to do a small just in case on the off chance more people came up from the south before they made it to the closest mirror.
Passing his free hand over his face, Hybris muttered, "Mirror Game." If Lete turned her head, she'd see a sooty and sad looking corrupt senshi behind her, their feathers all singed. Rather than the promised, scariest looking person on the field, he helpfully provided the opposite instead.
Sailor Scout Attack: Mirror Game
illusion: with a sweep of his hand, Hybris takes on the exact appearance of one target for the duration of his magic. Mainly used for distraction and confusion. He cannot change his energy signature but will appear as an exact replica of his target. As a perfect reflection of them, he can mimic their voice, but he cannot mimic any magic.
duration: 30 seconds range: 10 feet target: single uses: 3
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crying muri doesn't love us. At least not with money emo Borrowing Niter's appearance in case they need to do GET HELP
Captain Borax Location: B4 Action: Also threatening Anser
She knew, for a fact, that there was likely little she could do, even as her heart slammed in her chest and she watched somewhere between a fight response and a freeze response.
The Negaverse was something of an unstoppable force, and it was why their continued fight against them felt startlingly hopeless as much as she would never lose that hope. What was she supposed to do when a general-sovereign with a fire gut stuck his whole hand through her friend's chest? What could she do other than stare in horror as the black snaked up her outfit in a way she knew would be impossible to come back from.
Would it be? Could a starseed be corrupted multiple times? Could it come back multiple times? Anser stepped closer as if she could get in the way, planning to shove Faustite if she had to -- would that even work -- when she found herself cut off by a tall man with a spear and a vendetta.
This b***h.
Borax had seen her with Cybele once, and here she was again, trying to interfere with his general-sovereign's activities. His gaze hardened as he swung to hold out his spear toward Anser, ******** off, feather a**."
Anser quirked a brow. "Feather a**? That's what you got?"
Borax pressed the tip of his spear toward Anser's throat, and she simply stood stubbornly, staring back at him. "I could lance you right now."
"But will you?"
As Borax pressed that spear tip against her skin, she found herself glancing around him, seeing that the spread of that black suddenly came to a halt. Was she actually fighting that off? "Cyb!" Anser ignored how unpleasant speaking felt. "Go!"
Borax glanced over his shoulder to see why Anser was suddenly so excited, buying her time to back up. ... It was fine. He knew his general-sovereign would have this.
Amaterasu looked up at the Dark Mirror senshi who was speaking to him. He called her imouto, so he must be Japanese too. She cocked her head to the side thoughtfully as he spoke. She waved back to be polite. "I'm Amaterasu." She introduced herself. "Onii-san, if you don't want to have a chaos aura then you shouldn't get rid of it. People should have to be things they don't want to be." She spoke plainly. She didn't understand if he didn't want to be a member of chaos why didn't he seek out a order princess then to help him.
But that wasn't important right now, she thought shaking her head, she needed to focus on the battle going on around them. "Ok." She promised as she watched the Dark Mirror take off. She looked back up at her sister. "You still should have told me if you were going out to do Senshi stuff, in case something like this happens." She pouted at her sister. She hated how she would leave her in the dark like this. She should be supporting her sister, what if she got hurt or taken by chaos and Amaterasu never found out. Amaterasu wasn't going to let that happen if she had any say in it. "Alright lead the way nee-chan." She said sticking close to her sister's side.
"My magic is ready if we need it nee-chan." She said putting on a look of determination. They would help people get away from here. She stuck close to her sister as she unleashed her magic on a youma burning it to a crisp.
The next move, the best move, would probably be vacating. The acrid smell of a burning building was only getting more intense, and he knew it wouldn't improve the longer he stood there. Imhotep hadn't come with him, so there were minimal people there he was actively concerned for besides for the general good of his fellow man, or whatever, and it seemed there were several senshi and knights on the task of getting everyone away from the damn building.
Or at least fighting off these ******** youma.
Promethei glanced at them as they snaked around the gathering of senshi and knights, and as he headed toward the way to get out as quickly as he could, he took the bat he had collected and swung at every one he could. It was a considerably more effective weapon than the little test tube that Mercury apparently found fit to give him, and so he used it to its maximum ability.
Or, at least, long enough to get him away from the flood of youma and the fact that a general was going around converting people and a super senshi just vanished with another senshi. Promethei had seen enough.
Even as his exit took him by far too many chaos agents, he moved on.
Well, in some ways it was. That bank was definitely going down. They had succeeded in doing that part of all of this s**t sandwich, at least.
There were youma, and agents of the Negaverse, smoke in the air, and fights they didn't really seem to be stopping, and there was still a dead body near his feet-- Well, the foot of the building, anyway. Hydor was perfectly content to stay high up where people would have at least some inconvenience getting to him, or where he would be acknowledged and then summarily ignored like that cat did.
The voice behind him took him by surprise, and there might have been a small part of him that sighed at being disrupted by one of his apparent mentees, but his response of a snort showed he appreciated her meme, anyway.
"We destroyed a Negaverse op. A bank. They had a device in there that could youmaify people; the recordings I found made it sound like a bug out kinda thing. Also," Hydor glanced over the side of the building.
Their mission had been to make sure all the civilians had vacated the building before they took the necessary actions against it. They had succeeded in that. They left the building before the fire truly spread, and as Stromboli stopped to beat off approaching youma to clear a path, Abzu stood a bit ... overwhelmed. Abzu wasn't exactly unused to events that were a bit more chaotic. In his civilian life, he liked parties. As a knight, one of his first introductions to this mess was an invasion on a hill by some purple-skinned aliens.
But this was bad. There was smoke and fire. There was fire right at their backs. As Stromboli worked to keep a path clear, Abzu kept looking behind themselves to make sure they were not hitting the point where it would be too late and they would either get caught in the fire or perhaps faint from smoke enhalation.
This was the last place to be.
"Stromboli," Abzu murmured, glancing for one moment over the rest of the area before reaching out to pull on his sleeve. "We've done everything we can," and the proof of that was shown in what they had succeeded in doing over the last couple of hours. "We have to go before we die and are unable to help any further--"
As much as that was true, Encke also had other priorities. He wanted to herd everyone away. He wanted to see if he could get into the bank to check for other survivors. He wanted to get this general to leave so he could herd the people still near the fire in relative peace.
Pendour would find that while he listened, he wasn't exactly leaving. He seemed rooted to the ground and rooted to making sure that the general that told him that he should go take care of the general-sovereign--don't think about him, don't think about him--actually left. "That's not quite true, is it," he murmured, to the remark that general was not actively killing anyone. Now, as the Saturn page that had been getting stabbed, that was true.
Before?
"People don't really just stab with the intention of not killing."
Encke was sure that some stabbings were done for something resembling fun, but he wasn't going to think any further about that. The Saturn page looked like he was having fun, but Encke couldn't really tell if that was a self-defense mechanism or if he found danger fun.
It was fine.
What was not fine was the way the general ran forward and suddenly lashed out toward them. Encke brought up his aura as both a self-defense mechanism and as something he did almost on instinct at this point in fights. The static itself was not a threat, but it was a deterrent, and perhaps it would help ease Pendour a bit if he did not immediately jump to what he wanted to do. His fingers twitched with the need to launch a comet in zyr direction--
Was that Murikabushi nearby? He looked distraught.
Encke found himself torn in a multitude of directions. He wanted to check on the dark mirror senshi he had some camaraderie with. He wanted to charge into the bank and do what he did during the collapse of the Autumn--get out as many people as possible. He wanted to keep telling those that seemed to keep gathering near the mess that was filling his lungs with unwanted smells and smoke to leave, even if he had to herd them away like cats. It seemed like some were listening, at least--
His gaze drifted back toward the fallen Murikabushi again, and was relieved to see that someone else was talking to him. That was a start.
Encke, though, shifted toward him, in and effort to lure people just a bit further away from the building while letting him make sure Murikabushi was going to be okay and also getting out of the range of Larimar's rampage, even though he was suspicious those senshi's quills would slow zem down at least a bit.
The magic stayed at the tips of his fingers if he had to.
And if he had to? If those quills didn't slow Larimar, it wasn't Faustite that would be feeling his magic.
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Plasma Generator - Encke's passive enhancement taps into his deep relationship with his comet's energy sources and his own magic. He's gained the ability to mirror some of the elements of his own magical source. While active, Encke's form is surrounded by a static fuzz much like touching a plasma ball; imperceptible to the human eye, the odd sensation, while not harmful, can make someone's hair stand on end. Time in his sphere may cause a harmless (though annoying) static zap when touching anything metal or another person.
