Reiki had expected violence. He’d expected pain. He’d expected to be down on the ground alone, trembling like a bunny while he cried his eyes out and just waiting for someone to be aggro enough to wish him dead. If whatever was going on with Cybele wound up with her being powerful enough to actually kill Faustite this time, then what about Reiki? Would she turn on him like a rabid animal, and say “I told you so” about it just to make a point out of how Reiki had interrupted her attempts at killing him? Would she kill him, too? Would Encke or Pendour try to vouch for him? Would it even matter if they did?
About the last thing Reiki had expected was getting scooped up into a pair of very familiar arms. Or hearing a familiar voice that he knew would never hurt him. Without hesitation, Reiki hugged back, draping his own arms around Amsvartnir’s shoulders and burying his face in Amsvartnir’s neck. “Ams……” He sobbed, and he kind of hated that he was sobbing. Also that he sounded so Obviously Unwell. “Ams, I don’t want this, I—I can’t do this anymore, I……” Giving Amsvartnir a squeeze gave Reiki a moment to attempt a deep breath. He didn’t entirely feel like he succeeded, but he tried. “This—this Negaverse senshi? I was trying to rescue another friend from him? But he took Daedalus, and his magic ******** can’t—”
Making a small, miserable noise into Amsvartnir’s shoulder, Reiki shivered. He whispered, “The Mirror…… It’s not me. I can’t…… And I want……” To find Ida or Lysithea RIGHT NOW and beg them to get me out of here, but I can’t do that either, because I can’t leave Cersei and why is everything such a ******** mess?!
genovianprince
Ams is such a good friend heart
Seiana_ZI
Encke is the best universal big brother heart
Posted: Fri May 26, 2023 12:57 am
Super Hestia Location: E2 Action: Larimar's Last Stand - casting a fairly large aoe
The sledgehammer froze at the appearance of Enke and then lowered as Pendour arrived nearby. Frustration, resentment, and shame filled her in a mix that kept her quiet and unsure in the face of what she wanted right now and who she wanted to be. The page's strange joy in the face of harm done to him, even as he finally moved away from the General who was now lunging wildly, left her bewildered but with a certain admiration at his cheerful tenacity.
Another super appeared on the scene as Hati left, covering the page's exit, their attack throwing needles at the berserker general. Fire and smoke increased. There were screams in the distance.
De-escalation it was.
Dropping the sledgehammer, decision made, Hestia shouted firmly, "THE SPARKLING FINISH!"
In a fifteen foot radius, a scouring but possibly refreshing blast hit the area, a blinding glow lighting it up, leaving the ground dangerously slick and difficult to maneuver in. Unaffected, Hestia turned to grab the nearest order member and move them south and out of the area of effect.
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Super Sailor Scout Attack: The Sparkling Finish!
(debuff) A person-sized scouring blast hits a surface, giving it the appearance of highly polished metal. It causes a highly blinding glare and makes everything within its circle extremely slick and difficult to maneuver in.
effect duration: 35 seconds attack range: 15 feet size: circle with a 15 foot radius optional after effects: those in the affected area feel extremely fresh and clean afterward uses: 2 - Hestia is immune to this effect -
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feel free to assume she helps them leave the circle, EXCEPT LARIMAR zey can just ******** teleport or learn to skate nyeh
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feel free to assume she helps them leave the circle, EXCEPT LARIMAR zey can just ******** teleport or learn to skate nyeh
Hyperborea grit her teeth when Chrysocolla kicked her knee right above her leg guards. The pain reverberated through her leg and she felt her balance fail as her knee gave out from the impact. She dismissed her aspect instead summoning her staff to support her body.
She huffed. "Not bad, I guess I should expect as much from the girl who once shoved broke glass into my chest." She winced hoping her knee wasn't broken, she'd need to make trip to her wonder for healing if it was. She began drawing her remaining main magical reservoirs. "That reminds me I don't think I ever paid you back for that gift." Her staff's star top glowed a brilliant silver as she channeled her magic. She raised the staff in the air unleashing a burning torrent of starlight on the area around them.
As she drained the rest of her knight magic with her attack she was breathing heavier, she could feel the near shifting an aura on the battlefield, a corruption? She had seen and felt the General King on the scene, had he gotten someone. She then felt it stop, the aura didn't become chaos she looked around through her bright starlight trying to see what was happening. She wasn't sure what was going on, was the senshi she felt ok? As her starlight disappeared she looked back at her opponent. "Want some more?" She huffed sweat dripping down her face both from the excerption and the heat of the battlefield. She hoped the other would be finished after that attack she needed to help get the younger and newer senshi and knights here away safely and she wanted to check on the eternal she felt.
Knight Spell
She holds up her staff as the head glows silver. It creates a bright explosion of silver starlight with Hyperborea at the center. It blinds and disorientates everyone else caught in the blast with their eyes open. It causes a great burning pain in her enemies and can at player discretion leave a sunburn like wound on people. Channeling time: 60 secs (probably more like 30 seconds due to earlier use of her Summons) AOE: 10 ft
Daekie
stari_maga
Mention by way of aura sense
Posted: Fri May 26, 2023 6:34 am
Reims, Page of Ganymede Location: C3 to E3 Action: Trying to make Atheneite change her mind about attacking them and making a run for it with Cynthus.
The others were moving, good. Reims wanted to keep the Captain distracted while making sure the puppy Senshi was okay. There was some blood, but he looked like he could walk it off, probably.
Reims just wanted to make sure Cynthus didn’t get herself hurt, either.
“You didn’t have to follow me,” he hissed at her in alarm, but grateful that her attack on the Captain seemed to knock her off balance long enough for him to not get stabbed. So that was nice.
But he absolutely didn’t like how the woman was now pointing her sphere at Cynthus.
“Not a daycare, no, but you should probably go back to your nursing home!” Reims shot back at the Captain. He was very aware that she barely looked older than they did, but if she wanted to infantilize them, then he was going to snark back.
Thankfully it looked like puppy Senshi was ready to fight again, and Reims grabbed hold of Cynthus’ wrist to pull her away from the Captain before she could get stabbed, or hit with puppy’s magic.
He could hear Amarynthos calling them as well, and he gave her a harsher than he intended push in the direction of the others.
“Go, go, go--” They’ll be better off the faster they got out of here. “Come on, boy,” Reims called as he patted the side of his leg and whistled to the pupp-- oh. Oh wow. That was probably incredibly rude. Because somehow he was a puppy and a Senshi, so… Maybe he would not notice being called like he was a dog. Or maybe he wouldn’t be offended? Reims certainly hoped so, and grimaced as he tried to hide how red his face suddenly was.
Atheneite felt the magic hit her before she realized another order fighter, the worst yet as an Eternal, had decided to pile onto her. The world almost seemed to darken around her. She looked around to spot the Eternal, another alien but this one stronger, not that he needed to be, 4 on one was basically an unwinnable battle even if all of them had been basic senshi or pages. She felt the weight of her situation on her shoulders, she had now way of winning not against 4 fighters not when one of them was a gods forsaken eternal. Her gaze drifted across the burning battlefield towards General King Faustite, he had some Senshi b***h in his grasp, he was clearly about to corrupt her at least one good thing would come from this but then it seemed to stop for some reason. Oh no was Faustite not even able to take one of them, the despair she felt then was crushing.
In that moment her mind drifted to her family. She recalled her mother's many lectures on how much a disgrace to the family she was, she could almost fell the sting of her mother's hand across her cheek where the scratch from earlier was. She recalled her father's lamentations that she could not just be a normal girl, that she couldn't act like a responsible daughter. She recalled her brothers both disappearing, something she was sure she was responsible for too. The worst part was she agreed with everything her parents had told her. She was a monster, a terrible person and she was under no delusions to the contrary. But she at least thought herself a good fighter, a good agent of Chaos, but even there she failed, another in a long life of failures. Her parents were right she was nothing but a disgrace.
It was then she realized what was happening, that eternal, his magic did this. She had experienced this sort of magic before, mind altering magic, the most disgusting kind in her opinion. She gripped her spear for support. She had to fight through these feelings the magic implanted into her she had to resisted the bottomless pit of despair it threatened to pull her into.
However before she could even move from the spot she had frozen in from the magic the super she had attacked originally called on his own spell. Ghostly purple claws appeared slashing her across the chest. Burning deep cuts were left in its wake as she let out a scream of pain dropping to her knees clutching her bleeding chest and torn uniform. She did not even hear the taunt of the male page over the pulsation of pain throbbing from her torn up chest. This was bad, she had to run. She was too injured to pursue the now fleeing order fighters. She did however make sure to mark each of their faces in her mind before she teleported out to the safety of Negaspace. "You'll all pay, I'll find you when you're alone, we'll see how tough each of you is then." She hissed through grated teeth before disappearing. Someday she would repay each of them for the indignities she suffered here, she would see them all bleed. Maybe not today but she could be patient and she could hold a grudge for a long time.
genovianprince
Guine
Sunshine Alouette
Kyuseisha no Hikari
stari_maga
mention
Strickenized
mention
Posted: Fri May 26, 2023 8:28 am
Sessrumnir, Knight of Jupiter Location: D4 Action: Offering an assist to Sigiriya. Using Jupiter’s Aspect and attacking Heliodor.
Sessrumnir wasn’t sure what Cybele was talking about at first. His eyes narrowed on her request, and then was not surprised that she ran off, but he wished she would think of how things could be better if they figured out a way to all work together to face the Negaverse. There were too many acting on their own. It was no wonder why the Negaverse kept its foothold like they did.
But he couldn’t run after her, as much as he thought about it. He had to keep the others safe. And he had to believe that Cybele was going to be okay, despite going up against someone who proved they couldn’t be trusted and would likely show no mercy, despite the mercy shown to him.
He didn’t have to look around to see where Alastor was. He could feel the pulse from the necklace against his chest, knew if it was confidence or alarm he was feeling at any given moment. Despite Alastor trying to hide his emotions more often than not, Sessrumnir had gotten so used to them that he was certain he could pick up any minute fluctuations as long as he was paying attention.
With Cybele no longer around him and the others moving as well, Sessrumnir quickly looked around for anyone who might need help. The idea had been to meet back up with Alastor and the boys and their friends, but he couldn’t help but catch sight of a Page alone with a handful of Negaverse officers who… thankfully didn’t seem like they were in a hurry to kill him. Or were biding their time -- he didn’t know. But as he ran past where Alastor was ushering the others, he swiped his thumb over his signet ring.
“Leave this area, now,” his voice bellowed, deep and growling, foot steps thunderous as he approached the others, his hands balled into fists as he prepared to fight them all if he had to.
A Corrupted Super, two Captains, and a Lieutenant. Against a Knight and a Page…? He could bet on those odds.
He wasted no time in throwing a punch right back at the Corrupt (Heliodor), if only to get him away from the Page (Sigiriya) but prepared to take on the other three if they decided to attack as well.
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ASPECT OF JUPITER: Jupiter Knights have the presence of a titan, trading subtlety for a capacity to overwhelm. While their booming voices and rumbling footsteps make it easy to tell when one is nearby, the miniature thunderclaps that follow every hit they land can be distracting and disorienting when they get up close and personal.
Faustite hissed and snapped like the flames within his grate, and Cybele knew what he said to be true. It shouldn’t have mattered what she wanted, shouldn’t have mattered how much her heart swelled when she thought of those around her who she had put herself in this situation to protect, who were cheering for her even against impossible odds.
Her starseed was broken, weak; it should have been shattered into a million pieces by now.
Perhaps Faustite was new enough to this power that he had done something wrong, but Cybele did not think that was it. She could feel the larger burst of Chaos that he was trying to force into her starseed, almost as a physical punch, but her thoughts remained her own.
Perhaps all of those times when she’d gone up to her asteroid and begged the source of her power to protect her from something like this, something had been listening to her.
The warmth remained in her chest. It grew stronger, overtaking some of the pain, and it was only at that point that Cybele realized that this wasn’t just a memory. It wasn’t something from Ganymede.
This was something inside her.
Her starseed began to glow. Spokes of light reached out, past Faustite’s fingertips.
“No,” she said, one more time, because it seemed that little word was all it took to whip Faustite up into a fury.
The light spread, overtaking the shadows in her bodice, first, and then, once that was past, it spread across the rest of her clothes in an instant. She shifted. Her skirts lengthened. Her hair loosed from its ties.
A pair of true wings unfurled from her back as the aura of a Princess enveloped the field.
She met his flame gaze, unflinching. “I will not bend the knee.”
Behind her, the last cache of explosives in the bank’s upper floor went off. There was a concussive blast as an upstairs window and part of the wall around it exploded outward, leaving a gaping hole in the building’s facade. It was a flaming hole, at that. The fire was consuming everything, now.
It was lucky for the rescue team that they had managed to escape when they did.
There was something else, Cybele found, curled in her palm. It was a crystal. Her crystal.
She wasn’t just here, wasn’t just fighting and refusing the will of Chaos so that she could save herself. There were so many others here that were her responsibility, so many others here that she needed to protect. That was at the forefront of her mind as she let her instincts guide her through squeezing her own fingers around that crystal, through shoving her energy into it, through calling out, with all of her strength,
“Cybele Crystal Power!”
The bow that formed in her hands was a familiar one, if a bit larger than she was used to. The motion of shooting it upwards was one that she’d done a thousand times. She could do it in her sleep, in the worst heat of battle. She could do it with someone’s hand in her chest.
The results of that action were far bigger than they’d ever been before. Arrows rained down throughout the battlefield, seeking anyone they could find with Chaos in their starseed. Nearby, a youma burst into dust, and then another, and another.
The arrows kept coming, for every agent and unfortunate Dark Mirror that they could reach.
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Cybele Crystal Power: When Cybele channels the power of her crystal, ethereal arrows begin to rain from the sky, targeting all Chaos-aligned individuals within a 100 foot area. The ethereal arrow gives the sensation of being hit with a real arrow. It hurts. On top of that, on a hit, the target will feel the sensation of strikes from secondary arrows, and being ripped at by the teeth of hounds. The magic lasts 45 seconds but can leave lasting damage at player discretion.
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Characters within the green circle are in the range of Cybele's magic! It is targeting all Negaverse and Dark Mirror aligned characters, as well as seriously thinning out the youma in the area!
The building is now badly burning. Any characters still in the area should logically be beginning to take heavy fire damage if not leaving immediately!
Sirens can also begin to be heard in the distance as another incentive to get out.
This is the last major update of the Operation: Loanshark event! Thank you guys so much for coming on this ride with me, you've made it something really special!
Larimar did pull back when the quills hit, muscles so tense ze was probably going to have shoulder cramps later, and desummoned zyr weapons with a flick of the wrists. Sure, yes, ze wanted to hurt this pink guy and also literally everyone in the vicinity real ******** bad, but no matter how out of it ze felt right now, it wouldn't be worthwhile. "If I wanted to kill him," ze muttered petulantly, "I'd go for the actual stomach, not his side." ********, but this absolutely was not worth it. Whatever dumb a*****e had sent out the distress call was just going to have to live with their failure. This wasn't -- oh, yes, and how could ze forget --
"Monoceros," Larimar hissed, making as direct eye contact as ze could manage, and that was malice. That was as much malice as ze was physically capable of putting into it. Not Lapis, true, but he'd never turned up again as far as ze was aware, so hopefully he'd gotten hit by a car at some point; irregardless, still a traitor ze wanted to ******** maul, goody-two-shoes that he could be. If that magic left marks, ze was going to be pissed. But this was a lost cause, and ze really needed to cut zyr losses and leave as soon as possible.
It wasn't worth responding to the Page's jibes. It wasn't ******** worth it. Whatever was going on near Faustite -- was that a ******** Princess??? -- also wasn't ******** worth it. Instead of spending some time flailing around like an undignified idiot on the newly-slippery and blinding-bright ground, Larimar took a deep breath - tried to center zemself - and disappeared. Better Negaspace than here. Better Negaspace than anywhere.
Cynthus needed absolutely no further encouragement to run along. Once the puppy Senshi (Fang) seemed alright and the Captain had given up after the onslaught of (admittedly pitiful) weapons and (not nearly as pitiful) magic, Cynthus darted off after Stirling and Dering. The terror had not yet ebbed, but she still had enough boldness to shoot an annoyed glance at Reims when he gave her a push. Then she grabbed him by the wrist to drag him along with her.
Some power grew, then. Not hers, unfortunately. Not Reims’ either. It wasn’t the Senshi who was protecting them (Alastor) or any of her young peers. But it grew and grew, a warmth and light that felt equal, almost, to the darkness.
Cynthus glanced over her shoulder to try and see what was going on. By the pond there was a figure — a woman; Cynthus thought it might be the one who’d organized this whole thing, only she looked different, felt different. Something had happened to her, made her stronger.
“Oh my God, I want to be like that!”
Guine
Reims, Ephesus
Kyuseisha no Hikari
Dering, Amarynthos, Alastor
Orangeish Sherbert
Stirling
genovianprince
Fang
Posted: Fri May 26, 2023 11:34 am
DMS SUPER MURIKABUSHI Location: D3. Action: why must the beautiful ones (him) suffer? (also, not knowing yet that Cybele’s magic only targets Chaos and trying to protect his Duckling)
As he clung to Amsvartnir, Reiki managed to open his eyes and look off in the distance. Furrowing his brow, he made a soft, confused noise at the sight of it all.… Not only had Faustite not done any apparent harm to Miss b***h Cybele……but ugh, she’d gone and sprouted wings on top of it? Coming out of her back like Ida’s wings? Like the ones Ida had spouted during the Blight battle in the subway station??
“Ugh,” Reiki groused, “Cosmos will really let ******** anybody be a Princess, huh?”
He would’ve felt quite pleased with himself for managing to get off that snark in the middle of crying waterfalls all over Amsvartnir’s pristine uniform. He would’ve liked to ******** off from reality and hide away in imagining a reality in which he could ever deserve to live his childhood dream of being a space princess……but there wasn’t any time for that. Not for any of it. Reiki had barely had a moment to enjoy having gotten out a complete sentence without sobbing when—augh, ********, PAIN.
Something coming down from above him hit Reiki in the shoulder and made him cry out.
Turning his eyes skyward, he saw it all: a rain of arrows, glimmering with magic.
“Sorry about this, Duckling,” he hissed to Amsvartnir. Forcing himself to take a deep breath, he pushed off his knees. Tried to take himself and Amsvartnir both down. The ground wouldn’t hurt them, and at least Reiki could use his body to shield Ams from the arrows.
Not that his body enjoyed this plan very much.
Plenty of arrows slammed into Reiki’s back and shoulders, with sharp piercing feelings and dull thunk!s, exactly the way Reiki imagined real arrows would have felt. Except real arrows, he assumed, wouldn’t also feel like getting hit by dozens, if not hundreds, of other arrows all at the same time. Real arrows would not have felt like teeth tearing into his flesh, ripping him apart. ******** Cybele’s magic did, he hated it. Hated being on the receiving end of it. Hated <******** hurting like this when all he’d done since showing up was try to help people.
But at least it was only pain.
At least Reiki could bite his lip, and try to choke down any other screaming, and try to keep Amsvartnir safe. Maybe Cybele just couldn’t help who her magic targeted. Much as Reiki didn’t feel like extending her any grace, he had to admit: that wouldn’t have been her fault. If she’d only meant to hit Faustite and had wound up hitting a ton of other people because she simply didn’t know what her princess magic did yet? Then—ugh, fine, okay, he couldn’t hold it against her. Would’ve been like holding how his own magic had affected Faustite and Kerberos last summer against himself, which several people had wished that Reiki would not.
Trembling like a bunny, making a series of half-strangled and whimpering sounds with each arrow that hit him, Reiki resolutely stayed on top of Amsvartnir, acting as his human shield. Reiki had gotten the girls with the phones to leave before s**t had gone sideways. He hadn’t been able to rescue Daedalus. But maybe Ceros and Terebellum and Izanami were helping people where he couldn’t, and if nothing else? At least Reiki could keep Amsvartnir safe.
genovianprince
you did your best, ams, and i’m sorry for your friend heart
Seiana_ZI
muri appreciates you coming for him, encke [pleading face emoji]
stari_maga
muri’s not very happy right now, cybele ;___; mind you, like 98% of it is langite’s fault but he’s still not happy about being victimized by princess magic,,,
Yvoire heard the voices of those around him, but he didn’t begin to snap out of it until he registered the kind face of Amarynthos.
Yvoire wanted to tell him that he was fine, that he could make it out on his own, that he didn’t need help. He could defend himself. He could. And he could walk just fine. Maybe. Yvoire took a step and swayed. He felt sort of light and a bit weak—like he couldn’t quite use that power he always felt within him now—then nauseous, too.
He was supposed to be helping. He was supposed to be protecting Dering. Where did he go? Yvoire had the baseball bat. He could take a swing at anyone who came too close.
Except it slipped from his grasp and clattered to the ground.
Yvoire stared at it numbly, then lifted his gaze back to Amarynthos. He nodded.
Dimly, Yvoire was aware of the flare of power, but he didn’t have the energy to turn and look.
Guine
Ephesus
Kyuseisha no Hikari
Amarynthos. Feel free to whisk him away in whatever manner Mary deems fit.
Posted: Fri May 26, 2023 12:06 pm
DARK MIRROR BASIC LETE Location: D5 Action: Wah, why are she and Hybris being attacked, this is unfair ;___;
CW: emeto/vomiting.
Looking back in the middle of an escape did not work out for anybody. Given how many times she’d looped various cast recordings of Hadestown to get herself through finals week, Lete really should have known that. If you stopped to look back, then either you turned into a pillar of salt, forever stuck without a name of your own because you’d committed the apparently cardinal sin of nostalgia, or you got your bae consigned to an eternity in the Underworld when you should’ve been able to save them.
Despite this, Lete looked back when she heard Hybris call out his magic. She glanced over her shoulder and even thought to enjoy a good laugh about how silly and how sad Hybris looked, putting on the appearance of some Negaverse senshi who’d gotten left in the oven too long. “Oh, that’s a neat trick,” she said, continuing to tug him around the lake. “So many good uses for it, honestly!”
But they were escaping! They were getting away completely unscathed!! They were facing exactly zero consequences for having sat around and eaten popcorn in the middle of a fight while their slave-of-duty elder Mirror sibling did crazy, ridiculous things like willingly throw himself into danger for the sake of other people (ugh, gross)!!!
……And then a White Moon aura like nothing Lete had ever felt before flared up on her senses.
Once again, she committed the grievous error of looking back.
That White Moon Eternal who’d been fighting the Negaverse guy—the one who Muri had seemed to kinda recognize? Sis had ******** wings, now. Her dress went down to the ground now too, looking super regal and elegant. Honestly, part of Lete felt kinda jealous because damn, the lady looked amazing.
…………And then shiny, magical arrows started raining from the sky.
Wait, but!!! What??!? But!!!! Lete and Hybris had been leaving, though!!!!! Rude!!!!
No matter.
Lete tried to keep running. She tried to dodge around the arrows until she and Hybris could get the ******** out of their reach. But the rain of them seemed to extend well past the pond. Maybe it didn’t go on forever—Lete hoped that it didn’t go on forever—but for someone stuck in the middle of it all, just hoping not to be hit? It all felt about the same.
Lete couldn’t keep dodging forever, either. Not with how many arrows came raining down on the field. Soon enough, one of them got her in the shoulder. Another struck her upper arm. Then, a third scored a clean shot on the back of her thigh. Each hit felt like hundreds of hits, causing Lete to yelp and double over. Before too long, she had to give up on trying to run; the pain brought her to her knees, desperately struggling (and soundly failing) not to cry.
As the feeling of hounds goring her kicked in, she made a throaty noise. Tried to muffle the hot, sick feeling that flooded through her. But it was no good—“I’m sorry,” Lete whispered to Hybris, turning away from him as quickly as she could manage, turning toward the water. Maybe she could splash some on her face and calm herself down. Maybe she could get out of this okay.
But that lurching motion, along with a fresh round of arrows slamming into her back and the feeling of beasts tearing at her flesh? That pushed her over the edge.
Lete’s next breath found her throwing up into the pond, heaving up the white cheddar popcorn, everything else she’d eaten today, and from the way things felt in her own exceptionally dramatic perception, her very soul as well.
lizbot
ugh, bestie, why are we suffering in this way
stari_maga
this is cruel, cybele. and unfair. cruelly unfair. :< (plz ignore lete, she’s just cranky because she’s in pain)
One of these days, she would ideally hurt Hyperborea in the kind of way that really needed a hospital, and at that point maybe Chrysocolla wouldn't have to worry about this stupid knight ever again. Until then, though, she just had to give as good as she got. This was not normally a difficult thing! But considering how bad she felt right now, as far as physical aches and pains went, that future wasn't looking too bright.
It hurt. It really, really hurt. She probably should've backed out of the aura and admitted defeat; Hyperborea's entire array of magic was pretty much perfectly designed to shut down someone like Chrysocolla, who couldn't do anything without getting close. But like hell was she going to back down and leave when there was the possibility Faustite could see her lose. Was he busy? Probably -- there was the bright-glitter-acid bloom of a Royal Senshi's aura. Good. Maybe they'd maim him. But she couldn't be too careful.
She could feel the heat of the flames, hard to distinguish from the burn of starlight but still slightly different. The smoke was building up, too; the cough that ripped itself out of her was painful. She definitely needed to head to Medical after this, but just - one more hit. One more.
...no. It wasn't worth it. Chrysocolla could barely see. She'd gotten in a solid hit with that kick; if she was lucky, something might have dislocated or twisted or snapped, or at the least Hyperborea would be limping for a decent bit. She wasn't about to get herself killed just to prove a point, no matter how satisfying the idea was, and half-blind like this she couldn't even aim her magic. Throwing out her Eternal magic wouldn't help, either, not with Hyperborea already angry. And to top it all off, there were ethereal arrows hitting her in the back and shoulders, drawing blood, riddling her with pain. Sometimes she had to pick her battles a little more carefully than she liked.
The bank was a lost cause. With a new Princess on the field at the height of her power, this was not a battle the Negaverse was going to win, especially with firetrucks already on the way. Chrysocolla might not have been too smart, but she was smarter than that. "Stay there," she said to the other woman, "you look better on the ground. You should do it more often." And then she teleported - out of the way of the arrows raining down, probably, but not to Negaspace, she wasn't giving up just yet --
And because the world really had it out for her in the last ten minutes or so, she stumbled back into existence not too far from Sylvite, who was crying. Nectaris, now, but that was a stupid Knight name, and Knights didn't even keep their names when they joined the Negaverse, so bleh,, it didn't count. She wasn't going to use it outside of the Database, if she had to at all.
"...I missed you," Chrysocolla said, and resolutely did not think about a few things. Those things included how damaged she might have looked from Hyperborea's magic, how what she should've done right now was grab Sylvite by the wrist and drag her back to Laurelite to die a traitor's death, and how much she shouldn't say this within earshot of anyone else, and how much she'd missed her.
Stupid. Sylvite probably didn't even remember her at all. Going turncoat took and took and took when it came to memories.
Aurelius0815
Hyperborea
stari_maga
Nectaris
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BasicSailor Cepheus, A1 (roof) Pleading her case to Briartite
She scrabbled out of the way of the arrow, because Cepheus had never really been particularly interested in being shot and she still had at least enough clarity of mind to figure that out. "Um," Cepheus said, and stared at the Captain looking like nothing so much as she did a deer in headlights, "I'm not supposed to get in fights by myself with anything but youma?" And the bank was really on fire now, jeez; even from here she was just barely far enough away to avoid most of the smoke. If she'd been a little closer... she might be trapped.
As it was, she was still pretty trapped! But she wasn't hurt yet, aside from still being faintly nauseous, which was probably good. "So I stayed up here." Being polite was probably not helping Cepheus' case, but it was reflex. "Sorry." It was very, very deep-set reflex. "...Your bow is nice?"
Pax knew they wouldn't be too useful if they wanted to help Faustite. He seemed like he had it under control, anyway, up until he didn't, and Jadarite had Albite helping her, so they at least wanted to be useful; the girl with the feathers Borax was fighting seemed like an okay pick. Two plus one equaled three, so technically it should be not too bad? Not that anything was ever that simple, but the math was there.
"Pax Reverberation," they hissed under their breath, darting forward to attack Anser, if 'attacking' meant 'lightly touching her and circling around behind'. Borax had a spear. All they had was magic and the fact they were a lot more athletic than most people, even if they didn't look it.
And of course that was when Faustite's problem decided she was going to sprout wings and shoot everyone, because he apparently Really Was Not Getting It Under Control. Pax let out a sharp noise of pain as one of the ethereal arrows caught them in the side, and then another one in the shoulder; gritting their teeth and clenching their hands into fists until their knuckles went white kept them upright, but it really, really hurt.
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Borax, Anser
For the next 30 seconds, all noises the target hears and vibrations they experience will begin reverberating within the target, as if their body was a tuning fork; if the target is unable to hear noises, vibrations will suffice. This is painful, disorienting, and makes distinguishing outside noise difficult; it may also cause temporary loss of some proprioception. At player discretion, this attack may result in lingering deep-tissue pain and tinnitus. This attack lasts for 30 seconds.[.spoiler]
Posted: Fri May 26, 2023 1:04 pm
Stirling Squire of Lysithea Location: E3 Action: Distracted by the new aura, and excited that they can just run!
There was so much going on, and for a moment, Stirling wanted to apologize for the person that she hit with her shield, though, it was obviously someone chaos so…an apology didn’t really matter right now and…
She paused and turned as the incredible aura burst forth. It felt like Lysithea had when she had purified Lilith, and it felt so warm and lovely, Stirling couldn’t help but crane her neck to see where it was coming from and what had happened.
There was magic coming now, but it wasn’t reaching as far as they were, so…well. That was good and bad she supposed, at least…it would keep the others away while they continued to run for it.
Her shield flickered and faded while Stirling was distracted trying to figure out what was going on, but that was okay. “Come on guys, we can get out of here!” She called to the others and squeezed Dering’s hand gently once again, grinning at everyone.
They were going to get out of her and all be safe and that was wonderful.
Gismondine stumbled again from the impact of the shield when all Hell broke loose.
An overwhelming aura filled the area and he shuddered, eyes wide with confusion, fear and uncertainty.
Okay…okay all he had to do was leave, it wasn’t going to be that difficult but…s**t. There was so many auras around him that Gismondine felt rather sick and he thought for a moment, watching the Squire as her head swiveled to see what was going on and her magic faded, and finally, the General did the only thing that he could think of, and that was to grab hold of the Squire’s arm and pull her towards him, his other hand going into her chest, the edge of his weapon against the back of her neck.
Gently, he held her starseed, surety for his own safety. There was a herd of order people coming this way, and she seemed to know them so…
“Just keep walking. Keep walking and when you’re past me, I’ll let her go. Do you understand me? Engage and she…she’ll…d-die. I…I think that’s easy enough…d-don’t you?”
He was looking right at the page who’s hand was still being held firmly by Stirlings. “So start walking.”
