He could only take Hy-Brasil's blow with a grunt, dizzy as he was. But as she reached for Phact, he realized that she had left herself open. Keyite's blood-gloved hand went to her chest, pushing past fuku and flesh to curl around her starseed; for one moment it seemed a victorious smile would break the red mask of his face, but then she wasn't supporting his weight and his legs went out from under him. In a panic, he let go and lashed out, raking fingers down her legs as he fell.
While he was down, Phact stomped him, sending all the air rushing out of his body...and...then...there was the neon nightmare. What the hell is he doing here now? "Any closer and I'll take your starseed." Keyite hissed, pushing himself up so he could go after the two women again. I hit him in the head...did I give him a concussion? Doesn't matter. I can't let the General down, she'll have my head.
Shaky but standing, Key didn't ignore Ptolemaeus, but he certainly wasn't interested in talking to him either.
[quote"Kitomyx"]Ptolmey - er, he's utterly terrified of Schorl right now, so he's unlikely to stop - his internal per 50.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2017 9:33 pm
Schörl, General
The bond had it's own way of sending word ahead. Schörl shrieked. The internals of the store swam, blurred, felt like they should be melted, melting, molten.
Barbary is fallen. They have the starseed.
The dragon cane clacked on the ground, a third point of balance and reference. The crystal communicator drew from breast pocket. "Schörl, Calling withdrawal at ready. "
It felt like they'd only been gone a few seconds -- certainly minutes had passed -- but the battlefield already looked so different than when Hvergelmir had left. Her only sign that Scholomance was likely still where she'd last seen him was the distance vision of Schörl still in the building.
The door was open. Hvergelmir ran directly towards it, Kerberos and the other sailor soldier right behind her.
Hvergelmir could not save every person on this battlefield. She never had been able to.
But they all could save this one person -- the person the Negaverse had tried to take, had tried to sell.
The threat from the lieutenant actually summoned the Dark Mirror's characteristic grin back to his face. "Can you? Don't you have to be reeeeally close to me to do that?"
Somewhat reluctant but unwilling to simply do nothing, Ptolemaeus got up as well to wrap his arms around Keyite in a binding, intimate embrace. Couldn't have been much fun with all the damage already done to the lieutenant's body, but he kept his hold firm just the same.
Hy-Brasil, Squire of Earth HP:145/200 ATTK: 5 DEF: 5 Effects: Aspect active: Accuracy can’t be lowered DMG: 0
Pain. Her breath hitched in her throat but it didn’t last long and Keyite was once again on the ground. “Bastrad.” She choked out, but was unable to lash out at him as she recovered from his starseed grab.. Thankfully he had been unable to hold it, else she’d be in the same position as Scholomance.
Phact used her offered hand, and Hy nearly toppled at the pull, but kept her balance. The pain ebbed away quickly enough, but the feeling of violation was still there. She didn’t have time to ponder it though when the green General suddenly doubled in pain with a screech.
Not to miss an opportunity, Hy side stepped Keyite to round on the General as Phact had suggested. Arm was raised and pucnh was thrown...
And she missed completely when the Cosmos Knight reappeared. Hitting the General was no longer the high priority.
“Please, tell me you have the starseed.” She was desperate for good news.
Time seemed to have gotten away from her, in the heat of the battle.
She'd seen many things, interesting things. Amusing things - like Keyite being chucked back and forth like a bean bag at a podunk town's Autumn Harvest Festival. But Schörl made the most heart wrenching sound and then called for retreat and Moonstone was more than willing to obey.
The ladies kept going, leaving him behind with Ptolmey, who stupidly made jest about the nearness needed to yank a star seed...and then proceeded to come in close. It was just too bad he was smart enough to grab from behind in such a manner that Key couldn't get his hands around.
Instead, he spat blood and laughed. "You 'hero' types don't know anything." French accented words, heavily distorted through the broken nose and draining blood. Still, that didn't stop him from lifting one of his legs and stomping the heel of his boot on the senshi's instep. If he were lucky, the physical boost being an officer gave him would fracture the bones in his foot...if not, well...
Kerberos kept pace with Hvergelmir, heart pounding, feeling a crawling sense of fear. He prayed they weren't too late, that there was still enoguh time to put the starseed back where it belonged.
It was hard to know for sure. He knew that, from his time as a corrupt, when he'd happily pulled starseeds and watched Lellouch do the same. but...but he had to hope. Because the couldn't be too late. This couldn't all be for nothing.
He ran for the store, charging fot he door, pausing only to cast a few feet from the entrance.
"Asphodel's Requiem!"
Hopefully the blooming circle of unearthly flowers would...discourage anyone who was fool enough to pursue.
He booked it through the door, sliding to a halt inside and standing ready to strike.
HP: 130/200 ATK: 15 DEF: 5 DMG: -
in case this hit anybody
Eternal Sailor Attack: Asphodel's Requiem! Sailor Kerberos says the name of his attack and spreads his arms, and in a radius of ten feet around him, a field of asphodel flowers grows up. Anyone Chaos-corrupted within the radius experiences crippling grief and hopelessness. In addition, the affected characters see a vision of someone they care about dying or dead. If they attempt to interact with this vision, they will find it insubstantial and untouchable, and the illusion will vanish, but the feelings of grief and hopelessness otherwise induced by the attack will remain for the duration (as they're separate from the illusion itself). This attack lasts for 40 seconds. Sailor Kerberos can use this attack once per battle. BATTLE EFFECT: AoE targets receive accuracy -3 for 4 posts.
She ran every morning but this- Scylla was wondering if she was getting a little out of shape. She was actually... well, to be fair, she was getting woozy from blood loss, just a little, and the anxiety was raising her heart rate, making her blood flow faster. But it was drawing to an end, now, and soon... Soon he would be back, and they would have survived, and she could already feel the relief flailing through her bones. This half-developed, risky, shitty plan...
She had so much to apologize for. She'd not thought he would startle enough to fall forward; for his starseed to be ripped out. If he forgave her for that... there would be so many other things to deal with before life settled back into normal. Or settled into something, with him alive, and uncorrupted. Please. Please let this be the right starseed, please let the body still be there, please let...
She burst back onto the scene hot on the Cosmos knight and senshi's heels, taking in the General still inside the building. A General who was far too close to Scholomance. s**t. She shoved violently past Keyite, and tried to thrust her body in the door behind the Cosmos Knight, aiming to try and get herself between Schörl and her... friend. Lover. Whatever the hell he was, at least for now.
Exhausted, coming to the end of her stamina, Scylla would be next to useless sooner than she would have liked. But she made sure to look at Schörl's face, committing it to memory, a focus for future rage. If nothing else, she might manage be a lump the General would have to drag off of Ice in order to take him. Maybe. Or maybe she'd be taken herself. Either way-
She just tried to move forward.
HP: 110/200 Atk: 15 + 13 - 1 = 27 to Keyite (drive by panic push) Def: 5 Effects:
As much as he might have liked to take credit for 'being smart enough' to have embraced Keyite from behind, Ptolemaeus hadn't done so with the intention of keeping the lieutenant from taking his starseed unless such intentions had been subconscious. Stupidly reckless and curious as the Dark Mirror was, he probably would have preferred to have given Keyite the opportunity to see what he would have done, for what reason, and, if it came down to it, to know how it felt like to have one's starseed grabbed or taken. However, all he'd had time to think about was stopping the Negaverse agent, so he'd reached for him without properly thinking through what position they might have ended up in.
The copper-haired man's laugh raised his brows, though, and gave him pause. "'Hero' types?" he repeated, almost unsure he'd discerned the right words through the French accent before responding with a laugh of his own. "Sweetheart, I may not know anything, but I can at least assure you I'm no hero."
CRACK.
And then there was a very sharp, new reminder he was alive. Suddenly he couldn't stand anymore and he collapsed first to one knee, and then the other. His grip on Keyite loosened and shortly after, Scylla viciously shoved past them, breaking whatever remained of his hold on the agent. Which was probably just as well, because with the bones in his foot fractured, he wasn't likely to have been able to restrain the lieutenant for much longer. Before he had time to react to the recognition of his most recently-inflicted injury, Ptolemaeus was hit by a new, albeit very different, attack. It was the magic of a White Moon Eternal, and it impacted the bespectacled Negaverse agent and himself simultaneously. Hopelessness and grief devoured the usually-positive teenager like they never had before. Where had it come from, though? Why? And as soon as he'd wondered, an answer was suddenly before him.
His sister was in a hospital bed. From her injuries, it looked as though she'd fallen from a great height. It was a familiar scene because it had happened before, but Kit had had a view from the hospital bed next to her. He'd been the one to save her by shielding her with his body on the way down.
This time was different, though. This time looked more severe. Even as he watched, the monitor showing her heart beat began to flatline and a swarm of hospital staff rushed to surround her bed, blocking her from Kit's sight. She wasn't going to make it. They weren't going to save her. The sadness and hopelessness crushing him made him certain of that.
No. No. No no no nonono, she said she wouldn't do it again! Kit felt himself begin to unravel internally. Why would she...was it because I left?
Attempting to dash toward his sister's bed himself, reality sunk its teeth into his fractured foot and the resulting agony tore him away from the illusionary hospital room. Normally, whether Ptolemaeus or Kit, the easy-going young man welcomed pain for the awareness it brought him and the connection it gave him to the one who caused it. This time, though, something was wrong. Where once he had been able to see the positive side of anything, changing his perspective at will to suit his needs, this time, there was just this unrelenting sorrow and sense of futility. It wasn't like him. The last magical attack he had been hit by had been a trial to endure fore sure, but at least that one had involved emotions that had been his own. This magic's induced feelings just felt alien to him, though, and there was nothing he could do to shake them off.
Was this what it meant to be a senshi? Suffering from agonizing attack after attack, both mental and physical, to the extent of which he had never been tested before? What was the point? What did he even hope to achieve? If his sister was dead like the vision he'd seen really implied...was it his fault? Should he have been there to save her again or to talk her down? Did he fail her by allowing her to feel that way in the first place? Was there anything he even could have done?
It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Tymiko was dead and he might as well have been dead, too.
He didn't care about the pain, but it didn't mean he was about to surrender his ears to the demented, self sacrificial styling of a harpy desperate not to be punished by her 'family', though he knew he'd regret it later when her teeth sank into the hand he had thrown up to put between her mouth and his ear. Better than the neck. Better than the face. Everyone always went for the face and the legs.
So he hit her again, blow upside the side of the head with the heel of his other hand while her teeth were locked in place, and it was as heavy a blow as he'd landed yet, and by god, he hoped it broke her cheek bone to go with the nose. Liars and corrupts and 'family'. Family didn't treat you the way the negaverse had treated him. They didn't brand you, wear you down, bind you to monsters and call you stupid. And yet people kept -throwing- themselves at it like it was some great prize or noble act. It wasn't noble, it was pointless, wasteful. It was offering yourself up to early decay and waste and he hit with all of that behind the blow, even if the thought of it was somewhere behind the part of him acting. Damned tired of trying to figure out the right damned path when people were so damn thrilled to hurl themselves at glorious ******** ROT.
Daekie
DMG 13+ 19) + 20 - 9 = 43 HP: 53 of 250 Def: 5 : Effects: Aspect of mars: 1+ attack for every 10 hp lost.
It was a sobering moment for Tremolite when an eternal senshi (Scylla) launched herself at him, knocking him back a few feet and rather ungracefully onto his bum. Tch. Such a shame given that he seemed to be on a roll back there. She would pay some day for her meddling.
Getting back onto his feet, the Lieutenant took a moment to assess the situation, trying to decide if he should go after Tortuga again or move in to assist another instead. At Schörl's call to abandon the operation and retreat, there was a shift of priorities in his mind to assist those who couldn't be trusted to make the right decisions for themselves to retreat and fight another day.
This was exactly what he was recruited to the Negaverse for.
Eyeing the corrupted eternal senshi (Chrysocolla) who was still caught up in the heat of a very bloodied battle with a knight (Kairatos), he retrieved a syringe from a pouch at his waist, moving in as soon as there was an opening to jab its content (a sedative that would help his patient to relax with subsequent loss of consciousness) on her thigh, an arm moving around her waist to pull her back from the still rampaging knight.
"You've got what you came for. Now let us go, tend to our wounded, or do you wish for further blood on your hands?" He tried to parley. He would teleport if he could but that was something entirely beyond him at the present moment and he could only curse his own inability if this ended for the worst for them all.
HP: 93/130 Attack: 6 Defence: 2 Star seed: 1/1
Fiction1119
Till the next time Tortuga! /salutes
litian
Hoping that Reinerite heard him and will follow suit!
Daekie
Yoinking Chrys outta there!
Sirene Naiads
Quoting as requested to take the bull by the horns!
Ryuthulhu
Hullo! I'm fleeing with your opponent! Baiiiii!
Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2017 8:13 am
Eternal Corrupt Chrysocolla of Moods
Chrysocolla felt something in her cheek break and snap under Kairatos' ministrations - she pulled back (with a heavy wince) and keened in pain, desperate, animalistic - and she would have thrown herself at him again, but there was the sharp pinprick of a needle in her thigh and she stumbled backwards into Keyite's grip, wide-eyed, confused.
Almost lucid.
"No, no -" she pushed against his arms helplessly, whimpering, eyes flickering to the storefront. "I have to get in there - I h-have to - he's -" her voice softened from its harsh pleading to incoherent murmuring, and her eyes fluttered closed so easily, and Chrysocolla stopped fighting.
Though Meteora had been snapped out of her daze by the woman's hit to Kai's nuts, she had quickly been almost disguarded as an after thought. It had most likely been for the better for her own body...
Not for the male's.
So when an agent came up and injected something into the senshi's leg, Met made her move. "Enough Kai!" She called out, snapping around to stand in front of him. Her eyes searched his face before she dared to reach her hands up to his cheeks. Blood ran down from his busted lip but she didn't care. All she cared about was stopping him from now taking on someone who was clearly asleep and someone else who was...
Helping?
She didn't question. She didn't move. This was over.
