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Sailor Alsafi - Basic - 4 + 8 + 9 + 5!

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Sailor Alsafi tried ignoring the growing trees and mo9nster, the fear and dread and misery as she continued to sdmack the monster with her branch-stick-hunk of wood from hell. She was already scared and didn't want to feel more afraid. She did know she was taking injuries, but the general compulsuion to fight easd winning uin her fight or flight instincts. Was it wise or cautious? No. No, Sailor Alsagi did the oinly thing she seemed good at. Derped, until she didn't derp anymore. Fight, until it went away.

And maybe hittingff it with her hunk of wood forged by Hades himself might be of help, as the senshi continued to smack the monster, and the general area as it grew darker in a frantic motion, eyes shut as her mighty weapon whipped back and forth.

If sher had a brain, she might even be dangherous. Or, you know.If anyone moved near the flailing xhhunk of wood she called a weapon.

Sessrumnir, Knight of Jupiter| Roll 4 (Not attacking)

Sessrumnir thought about summoning his wolf, but what good would she do there? She could guard them, or even try to fight off the monster, but he wasn’t that horrible of an older brother that he would ignore what Oberon wanted when he was clearly in distress. And there were others still attacking the now growing monster.

But now more than ever it seemed important to stand back and let it wear itself out. Sessrumnir was used to feeling dread and fear, and usually knew how to overcome those emotions. He had to, otherwise he wouldn’t have survived as long as he had.

Palatine though wasn’t a soldier, and didn’t have a reason to train herself to channel fear away from her thoughts. It was a product of the monster, he was sure, but he also didn’t know how much it affected others.

“Come back this way. Out of range,” he suggested, reaching out to gently take hold of Palatine’s hand to pull her back from the monster as it grew and continued to stare down at them with its thousands of eyes. “Stay over here with me,” he said, getting behind one of the trees that were left standing.

Super Senshi Nephthys: 9+9+3+8

Watching as the trees grew the senshi of vampires knew something was wrong - a lot as wrong. As they grew the beast grew and while it made the monster slower it didn't take away from his strength. When it's claws hit things now the damage was more sever and she didn't like this development one bit. It might night be able to strike them as quickly, or as many times n quick succession, but the damage from one hit made up for it she was sure.

As the darkness grew and the monster became increasingly hard to see, till it was nearly impossible, she had to step back until her back hit a tree. At least this way she knew her back was safe. But she could still hear it attacking trees and destroying things. Shivering from cold and fear the senshi of vampires kept as still as she could, not wanting to hurt herself somehow...and hoping the beast might have some difficulty seeing her as well.

General Aquamarine | Roll 4

Aquamarine would normally cringe away from any overt displays of affection, but he was tired, aching, and afraid, definitely unbalanced and not quite there mentally, if not outright delirious. It didn’t seem to matter that there were other people around, or that any of them might get the wrong idea — or the right idea, as the case may be — and assume either of them had feelings for one another. Just this once, he didn’t think it was gross or embarrassing, or something he should hide from Jet and the rest of the world, or himself.

When Jet pulled away, Aquamarine sat weakly on the ground and lifted his arms to shield his head from the debris, only to catch sight of fresh blood on his hands. He stared at it, sliding his fingers through it to note its wetness and warmth, before looking down at himself to determine the origin. All the blood on him was dry, a collection of dark stains on his uniform and the temporary bandages. There were no new wounds that he could see. He hadn’t even touched himself before grabbing onto Jet.

His brain was slow to process anything, but before Jet had returned with his cape, Aquamarine realized that the blood must have come from him.

“You’re bleeding,” Aquamarine said, barely catching sight of the wounds along Jet’s back — a series of vicious gashes courtesy of the creature’s claws. “Jet, your back…”

It occurred to Aquamarine that he should be panicking, or having some other equally dramatic reaction. He’d been brutally injured, locked in a cellar for days on end, both the trees all around them and the creature before them were growing larger, the darkness was deepening, through which a thousand eyes were glowing, and Jet was badly wounded, though he either hadn’t noticed or chose to ignore it for Aquamarine’s sake. There was such a crushing sense of fear and dread, Aquamarine almost couldn’t breathe through it.

But it all seemed distant and muted, like he’d become detached from it, watching it happen — feeling it happen — but lacking the ability to appropriately react.

He looked from his bloody palms, to the shredded cape Jet wrapped around him, and then into Jet’s eyes.

“We might not make it home,” he said tonelessly, like he was resigned to it.

Dark Mirror Itokawa: 8+5+
Roll 3

Will fill in once I talk with SSBRos on rp. She should be posting tomorrow...so waiting till then.

Chibi Sailor Aomori, Senshi of Zashiki-Warashi | 6 + 8 + (no attack) + 8

Aomori gasped and felt a perceptibly chilling sensation. Moreover, her vision was darkening, but it was no fault of hers. Rather, it was her surroundings that darkened, and it kept on darkening still. Coupled with the fog, she was wrapped in the tendrils of dread and fear. Still, it wasn't in her nature to readily scream out of fright, at least not right away. She's quicker to swallow her wail despite her natural instinct to scream and turn tail.. under more normal circumstances... which is clearly not the case.

And thus, Aomori yelped helplessly in terror. Thousands of giant eyes bore against her and yeah, she really has little to no choice but to look away, finding that she cannot bear being stared at. And, look away she did, and she hoped to latch onto Hokkaido's wrist to make a break for it, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Choked by the thick fog and a serious case of unease, this is the kind of situation she could hardly laugh at. It appears that she has lost Hokkaido and it was certain that she was alone.

[Aimee Lacroix, Civilian || Prompt 4]

And then the darkness grew.

And Aimee, grasping for another improvised weapon, stumbled.

She thought she was used to the oppressive feeling of this place, the fear that rolled in with the fog every night. But this was nothing like that. Not with a monster growing, and growing, and growing in front of them. She staggered backwards, eyes wide, and fumbled for another weapon, but tripped over the heels of her boots and went down.

"s**t," she gasped, softly.

Cinta Mahsa - Civilian | 1 + 3 + 3 + 4

Cinta couldn't resist tearing up now. She bit her lip in an effort to swallow her cries.

Seeing the branches stretch even above where she stood was enough for her to freeze. Meanwhile, she attached herself to a tree that may or may not grant her the slightest bit of relief, but it was better than flailing about like earlier.

At this point, she imagined that she looked like a mess, a tired and anxious city girl that was thrown for a spin or a daring tryst with a localized tornado filled with splinters, plantlife, and more.

She prayed that all of this would calm down eventually, that weird and tumultuously spooky phenomenon abusing nature (if it could be described as such) would just take some sleeping aid and go back to sleep.