LIEUTENANT ANDESINE Location: B2. Action: Trying to starseed Antares again and getting whammied with Princess Magic for her trouble.
Oh, so the little senshi really thought so well of herself, did she? Earning her super-level power-up from one of those nasty Order Mauvians really made her so great, in her own eyes? Well, the confidence looked hot on her, Andesine wouldn’t deny that—but no way did this b***h get to get out of here, except on a stretcher and missing her starseed.
The rush of a more powerful White Moon aura surging onto the field—just like the purple princess down in the subway—only filled Andesine with more determination to get that ******** starseed. Oh, this green senshi thought to defy General-King Faustite?! She thought to defy him by turning into a princess instead of a youma??! Well, the White Moon would need to lose something then too, wouldn’t they? And if Andesine took that super-senshi’s starseed back to General Ashanite, the White Moon could easily lose it for one thousand years, if not forever.
She didn’t waste time with words, simply steeled her nerves and threw herself toward the senshi’s chest again. The Negaverse needed that starseed more than this little b***h did, if she was going to waste her potential as a senshi by serving the White Moon.
The rain of arrows stopped Andesine, this time. One of them tore into her shoulder, not only causing pain and setting some invisible hounds on her, but ripping through her flesh as well. Another did the same with her left arm, ripping deep into the muscle. Andesine tried not to scream, but the groaning sounds she made was not much better.
The third arrow that came for her plunged into Andesine’s side, around her stomach, where her shirt didn’t quite cover her entire torso. That one got the worst sound out of her, somewhere between grunting and groaning, obviously pained. Distantly, she thought that the arrow strikes and all the invisible teeth ripping her apart had made her sound like the pre-verbal depictions of Frankenstein’s Creature in those old Boris Karloff movies, or more accurately like an old cartoon pastiche of that character.
But whatever. Didn’t matter. Not when this senshi still had one too many starseeds.
Dimly noting the sirens in the distance and vaguely understanding they were probably coming this way, Andesine went in for the third time and tried to plunge her hand into this senshi’s chest already.
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Antares can choose violence or not, since Andesine is also getting whacked with Princess magic, but like, she’s tried to get Antares’s starseed twice now. If Antares wants to hit her back, feel free! ^^ heart
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If any escaping Negaverse officers wouldn’t mind, Andesine can’t teleport on her own and needs an assist after Antares has a chance to react, please?
Posted: Fri May 26, 2023 2:08 pm
DMS Hybris Location: D5 Action: it's fine it's fine
Sometimes consequences are simply a matter of existing in the wrong place, wrong time. Looking the wrong way. Living in the wrong place. It's not even a matter of good or bad or things that can be considered deserved.
So a bad thing happened to them tonight, maybe a few. But then it was over, after the 45 seconds that felt like a very long time to die, pierced through by raining arrows. Things that are over don't need to persist beyond the pain (he didn't hate it) and likely the coming weeks of bothering Lenka (and now Lete) about his terrible wounds, his damaged psyche, and his need to be taken care of with gentle hands.
Limping toward the water behind her, he wasn't sure what she was apologizing for or trying to do (was there a mirror in the pond?) until he heard her getting sick. As Lete was hunched over the water, she'd eventually notice that her hair was being held back and a quiet voice talking about...?
"...and it's better to get rid of it right away. Pond water is still water and carries all sorts of bad things. You don't want that in your mouth. We should get something to drink after this, and maybe something for your stomach just in case."
He doesn't refer to the attack just now at all, but seemed extremely familiar with crying girls getting horribly sick. His eyes flick around the area, there's still youma around, but nothing appeared to care too much about them. The ideal way to avoid the consequences of an existence.
"We should go, just in case the store closes soon."
KAIFENG, PAGE OF SATURN Location: E3 —> D3, following Encke Action: Cheering for the new princess and just having the BEST time. =D also he needs to go to the ER, please, if someone wants to help him get an Uber?
Oh, wow, so many things were happening tonight. Kāifēng felt truly blessed to have come out tonight and followed the signs of trouble into this whole situation. Sure, it was a bit of a chaotic bang-up, but that was part of the excitement, wasn’t it? Besides, what better way to learn the whole magical knight business than by running headlong into it, taking chances, and seeing what happened? Practical experience was the best teacher.
“Lovely meeting you,” Kāifēng called off after the quite angry, tragically insecure stabby-person, giving them a smile and waving his free hand as ze teleported away—and he meant it, too!
Ze had taught him a few valuable lessons about getting stabbed—lessons that Kāifēng hoped to apply to further excursions as a magical Knight of Saturn, and use to get better at being a knight and doing knightly things—so why shouldn’t Kaifeng have been grateful and appreciative of the opportunity to learn? Sure, the experience wasn’t exactly his most favorite thing that he’d ever done, but next time, he’d know better. He could work not only on being more aware of his surroundings and dodging out of the way so he wouldn’t get caught off-guard like Mx. Stabby-Stabby had done tonight, but also on ways of trying to turn someone’s own attacks around on them, or disarming them to level the playing field a bit (because Kāifēng did enjoy his fan, but he had to admit: a silk folding fan vs. a rapier did not seem like a fair fight, on the whole).
So much to work on improving! So much he’d learned from this one chance encounter with a Negaverse agent who’d decided to stab him! Truly, a good night all around, even if Kāifēng still had one hand pressed hard against his side, and he didn’t quite know how much blood he had or hadn’t lost, and mn, now that the immediately present enemy had left, Kāifēng……could admit that, oh. That stab wound had started hurting, hadn’t it? Ohhh.
Still. Assuming he got treated and lived through this just fine, Kāifēng would need to apply his new knowledge of this pain to, like, avoiding further stab wounds in the future. Experience remained the best teacher.
That being said, Kāifēng could also see the benefits of attaching himself to someone who knew what they were doing and observing them in action. Same concept as the rounds that Xiuying had had to do after med school, during her residency. And the very powerful, shiny senshi in the pink and purple seemed to know very well what he was doing. Waving pleasantly to the rest of their group, Kāifēng told them, “Kāifēng of Saturn, by the way, and I think I’m gonna stick with him? You guys want to come, too?”
As he went to turn around, Kāifēng felt the rush of immense power, and the warmth of another White Moon aura rushing onto the field. As he faced the right direction, he saw where it must have come from: the senshi who’d been squaring off with that massively powerful, extremely on-fire Negaverse guy……she’d gone and gotten wings, and a different dress, and oh, wowwwww. For a moment, Kāifēng could only get himself to stare at her from this distance and drink in the majesty of her entire deal. She moved with such grace as she pulled that bow made of light from out of nowhere and fired it into the sky……
Kāifēng gasped at the rain of arrows that followed, each of them shining with ethereal magic. It was like a meteor shower.…… Grinning broadly, with a bright, childlike eagerness that Zhìháo’s parents had tried so hard to beat out of him, Kāifēng called out to her again, “Yes! Excellent! That was amazing, jiejie!”
(Much like with the cute maid senshi and the mermaid knight, Kāifēng didn’t rightly know whether he or the new Princess was older. But she clearly had more experience than he did, which made her jiejie in a different way. Made sense to him to show her that kind of respect in acknowledgement of both her strength and her hard work in achieving that strength.)
—But, ahhh, the other senshi was getting away.
Kāifēng couldn’t trot along behind the powerful neon senshi too quickly, not without messing up the whole “apply pressure to stab wound to make it not bleed quite as much, almost as if you had not been stabbed so badly, even though you were” part of what Kāifēng needed to be doing right now. At least he didn’t go terribly far, and Kāifēng could catch up. As Kāifēng cantered up to one of Neon Senshi’s sides, he picked up the feeling of another Chaos aura—a little more chilled out in its vibes than the sharpness Kāifēng felt in the Negaverse folks’ auras, but still, unmistakably Chaotic.
Not hard to guess the source of it: down on the ground, some senshi in black and purple, with a gauzy overlay on his outfit, had sprawled out on top of somebody all in white and pastel rainbows, with a cane in one hand. Trembling all over, the senshi kept making pained little noises, as if he were in agony but trying his best to downplay it so nobody would worry about him (……mn, Kāifēng knew quite a lot about that, but his own prior knowledge wasn’t the point). Taking in the sight, Kāifēng wanted to hope that the senshi thought he was protecting the other knight (though it seemed a little bit pointless, since none of the White Moon folks in the magic’s sphere of influence seemed affected by it).
Looking to the Neon Senshi with a smile, Kāifēng asked, “Friend of yours, gege?”
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bye, Larimar! Kāifēng enjoyed meeting you, even if you did not enjoy meeting him! :<
Jadarite's attempts at getting some kind of payback for what had been done here were cut off, quickly and unceremoniously, even while she took a few hints from the group of people who she was swinging at, by a senshi sprouting wings a few yards away from her.
That was the same one who had almost killed Alkmene, wasn't it? And now she was shooting off massive amounts of arrows all at once.
One of them hit Jadarite in the chest. She gasped, she faltered. She tried to grip at the shaft of an arrow, but her hand passed through air, but she could feel it, just like she could feel something biting at her leg, at her arm.
Jadarite had many talents, but a high pain tolerance was not one of them. She was whimpering and writhing like she was, in fact, dying, and after a few moments of that, she realized that the senshi and knights were probably watching her suffer on top of everything else.
That was just too much.
In a blink, Jada teleported away.
[Exit]
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Sorry, missed some posts with my notices flooded, editing to have her take some hits!
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2023 6:26 pm
General Aquamarine Location: C2 to D4 Action: Ow. Also telling Negas to leave before getting yoinked away himself.
Aquamarine had no time to answer Niter, no time to be even vaguely annoyed that Sessrumnir had ignored him, no time to strike a lethal blow against the Senshi nearby (Osiris).
The explosion of power was familiar—sharp and too bright, it made his skin crawl, made him seethe with rage (more so than usual), because he knew what it meant. A Princess, or the absent Prince. Aquamarine assumed it was Ganymede, always throwing herself into the fray as if every fight was her fight to win or lose, though perhaps this time it would be the one he hadn’t yet seen, or Lysithea and her feeble friends, coming onto the scene to be sad at Faustite—disappointed, maybe, that he was more Chaos now than before.
It was none of them.
Aquamarine turned toward Faustite and the royal aura and saw Cybele.
The bank exploded behind him, the force of it enough to throw Aquamarine into the road. He landed hard, struck by glass and pieces of the outer wall, choked by smoke, and far too close to the flames for his liking. Aquamarine teleported into the grass on the bank of the pond. He had only seconds to catch his breath, to push himself up, then send a reassuring thought (I’m fine) back to Jet, casting his gaze toward Cybele again…
He watched her, saw her go through the motions of her magic.
An ethereal arrow struck his shoulder. Halfway back onto his feet, Aquamarine fell again, grabbing at the wound with his free hand, gritting his teeth against the impulse to cry out in pain.
One, he counted. Two… Three…
He was vulnerable, unable to move, too consumed by pain to teleport, but he wouldn’t have anyway. If he could force himself to pay attention long enough, to keep his eyes open, to look, stare around the field to see who else felt it, how far the magic extended, they would know.
Ten… Eleven… Twelve…
He lost count at twenty, when he could no longer think through the effects. Teeth tore at him, though he saw nothing to blame for it. The barrage of arrows never seemed to end. He knew it was magic, knew it would end, knew it may not even leave any remnants behind, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed being a pin cushion.
Even so, it was valuable information. Movement. Reach. Time. Effect. Even a rough approximation would help them counter it in future.
Aquamarine forced himself to his feet before the effects had worn off. Streaked with blood, ash, and dirt, he let out a loud shout of rage.
Then, into his communicator he barked, “Go!”
If Niter had already left without waiting for his response, Aquamarine wouldn’t have blamed him. Better that he avoided the magic, if he could. If he hadn’t, he deserved an answer, “Get the ******** out. If anyone gives you trouble for it, tell them I said they can kiss my a**.”
He whirled around, saw Sessrumnir ready for a fight, tried to decide whether he wanted to go for Cybele or the Knight…
Don’t.
Aquamarine scowled. Faustite was a General King. He should be able to handle a Princess on his own…
Don’t.
“Go!” Aquamarine shouted at the nearby Roselite, Reidite, Jasper, and Heliodor as he stalked toward Sessrumnir, rapier in hand. “Leave!”
Contrary to his own orders, Aquamarine had no intention of leaving yet.
He vanished anyway, summoned away by Jet.
EXIT
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Niter. Aqua says go bye tell anyone who whines about it to kiss his a**.
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Sessrumnir, Reidite. And Jet, thanks boo.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2023 6:27 pm
Ephesus, Knight of the Moon Location: E3 Action: Frozen
Ephesus nodded to Stirling when she grabbed hold of Dering’s hand again and took off with him. He turned to wait for Amarynthos and Yvoire, and nodded to them both to indicate that he thought Mary carrying the Page was the best idea. At least until they got somewhere that they could all just pause and breathe.
“Thank you, Stirling!” Effie called ahead of him, and then watched as Alastor took a moment to try and help Reims and Cynthus, who would hopefully rejoin them quickly.
“We’ll be okay,” he promised again, giving Yvoire a little brush on his arm in the hopes of it grounding him, but also quickly pulled his hand away in case it overwhelmed him.
The tiger was still prowling nearby, baring teeth to those who threatened to come their way.
A blast of power from somewhere--?
He wasn’t sure exactly who, but it looked like Cybele. He hadn’t spoken to her directly, but she helped Alastor with his world, and she was technically his aunt…?
Oh, but that was a relief. He knew how strong Cybele was already, but now she would be able to do so much more. Everything seemed to be looking up, despite the burning building so close by and the Negaverse still swarming the place.
At least until he saw the General with his hand in Stirling’s chest.
Until the sirens could be heard in the distance.
“Let her go,” he choked back a quiet sob, so soft that maybe he didn’t say it at all. He felt frozen in place, for more than one reason. He wanted to will himself to move, to do as he was told with the promise that the General would let her go. They had to trust that, right? He knew how easily… how quickly… If his hand was in her chest…
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2023 6:51 pm
Captain Roselite Location: D4 Action: Grabbing Jasper and teleporting back to Negaspace.
The explosion of power drew a gasp from him.
The explosion of the bank drew a shout and a whimper.
Surely no one had been in there. Surely everyone knew to get away…
Roselite stared, horrified.
The magic took his breath away, sent him to his knees, drew tears to his eyes. Roselite cried and tried to jerk away, tried to avoid the teeth that ripped and tore, the arrows that kept falling, certain he was going to die like this. He knew what a Princess’s aura felt like, but had yet to experience their magic. It was awful, and seemed never ending.
The White Moon was dangerous.
Roselite didn’t need to be told twice. As soon as he could stand, he grabbed Jasper by the jacket and teleported away.
Jasper had no intention of going into a burning building to save anyone.
Before he had time to make this claim, a brilliant aura bloomed into existence. Then the bank exploded and magic rained down on him.
One arrow struck him. Then another. And another. Jasper decided then and there that he would never forgive Bloodstone for dragging him into this, just as he would never forgive Jet for dragging Aquamarine down into the depths of Chaos with him.
Power didn’t matter to Jasper. The Earth didn’t either. None of it was worth bearing this.
He steadied himself when he could, saw the Knight (Sessrumnir), and heard Aquamarine. Jasper couldn’t have cared less what became of the Page (Sigiriya), or the Corrupt Senshi that attacked him (Heliodor). He turned for Aquamarine, moved to stop him from hurling himself at the Knight with the booming voice and thundering steps, but a hand grabbing the back of his jacket pulled him to a stop.
Jasper vanished with Roselite.
EXIT
Posted: Fri May 26, 2023 7:10 pm
Super Sailor Mizuki, Corrupt Senshi of Lilacs Location: Popping to E4 Action: Skipping to do orders, getting distracted by unicorns, being stabbed by arrows (RUDE PRINCESS) and wishing death to a General
Mizuki gave a mock salute, and began to skip her way over to the roof tops. They need to be cleaned out, and she was happy to oblige. Plus a little mayhem would be good for the stuck up white mooners who'd trashed this operation.
It was only fair, after all!
Something glittery and pastel caught her attention as she passed through the battlefield. She tilted her head and looked to see Stirling and Dering with some other pastel knights. She didn't recognize the other knights, but she recognized the colors of Lysithea knights anywhere. Of course they'd wind up here, they were Order, after all. But the Lysithea knights were not Mizuki's targets, and were 'safe' to Mizuki regardless.
Mizuki got almost all the way to the roof top when a giant wave of aura and magic hit the battlefield. She staggered as an arrow slammed into her shoulder, pain lacing through her bones. Mizuki glanced over to see her dad wrist deep in a Princess's chest. A new Princess. Well. That was a development! Good grief the arrows hurt though!
And then she saw that someone had their hand in Stirling's chest.
The roof top was forgotten.
Mizuki appeared next to Gismondine, a General who buy all rights out ranked her, and closed her hand around his arm.
"The only one with rights to Stirling's starseed is me, so get your hand out of her chest. I will not ask you again," she said, voice murderously calm. Her other hand held a petal between her fingers and hovered with intent to shove her hand in his chest if he pushed the issue.
She gave a glance to the other knights with Stirling for a moment, then focused back on the General with a squeeze of her hand.
Perdita had momentarily forgotten that Connie would need the potted plant to use her magic. She rushed to apologize, but the strengthening aura distracted her, and Perdita watched as a Princess was born.
She’d never been present for the birth of a royal. (Was that the proper term for it? Maybe to call it another awakening would be better.) The sight of wings, of the darkness receding, of magic raining down on their enemies—it was glorious. The aura was so bright, and warm, and defiant, and carried so much hope within it, Perdita was certain that there was a path forward, that Chaos would not win.
They would save the Earth somehow, some way, at some undetermined point in the future. They only needed to keep pushing onward.
The General left. A single potted plant remained on the ground where Perdita’s magic had burst into a pile, then faded. Perdita went to retrieve it, and returned it to Connie with a sheepish smile.
“Sorry about that.”
It seemed the Negaverse was beginning to retreat.
Perdita looked between Connie and Meninx.
“Thanks for the help,” she told them both. “We should probably get out of here. Those sirens are definitely getting closer.”
She spared one last look at the ruined bank, frowning guiltily then turned away.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2023 7:26 pm
Siegfried, Knight of Neptune Location: B4 Action: Cheering, giving a second wind, punching a burning man in the face
The world slowed down as black started to form across Cybele's uniform. He couldn't move fast enough, he couldn't move well enough. He was scrambling, he was kicking up grass, he was still screaming---
The world stopped as the black stopped its progress.
He was still too far away!
Siegfried closed his eyes once, twice, and watched as light encompassed the black. He watched as her hair fell from its bindings, her skirts brushed against the grass and a great pair of wings spread from her back. Her aura, her Princess aura, rolled over him a second later and he watched in stunned awe as a crystal glittered in her palm. Then, even with Faustite's hand still in her chest, she lifted a glowing bow towards the sky and fired.
Youma exploded as they were hit, agents and senshi stumbling and screaming in pain around them. All Siegfried could do was stare in awe.
Cybele, his Cybele, lady of The Hunt and survivor against all odds, was a Princess now. She was a princess and she was gorgeous and strong and good grief he felt himself fall just a little bit more in love with her.
"Holy... ******** s**t CYBELE!" he shouted as the world snapped back to normal time. He flicked the tuning fork on his cutlass and channeled his magic as he closed the distance between her and Faustite, and himself. Water rippled down the blade as an uplifting tune flowed from the tuning fork.
"Oi, Firebrand! Get. Your Hand. Out of. My Princess's. CLEAVAGE!" Siegfried snarled, aiming a fist into Faustite's jaw.
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Magic: All Together Now! - When channeling his magic, sea water ripples down the sword as music flows from the cutlass's pommel. Up to four allies around up him, up to 25ft, gain a die of bardic inspiration a second wind, finding their aches and pains lessened and energy refreshed. Siegfried can channel for up to 45 seconds, and his allies are affected when he begins the channel. This may be used in smaller chunks, but the 'second wind' effect will vanish should the channeling stop.
He was going to do what the Squire asked, was going to somehow make his way through all the fighting to search for her sister, but those plans quickly got waylaid when a big ol’ energy signature erupted, and the bank went boom.
“Oh, s**t!”
Bilskirnir grabbed Enceladus and dragged him to the ground, put himself over him to protect him from any debris. He knew this was a bad idea. What were these people thinking?! They could’ve killed someone!
Maybe that was the intention. This was a war. Chaos had to be dealt with. But… well, what if they killed innocent civilians? Or their own allies? So many things could have gone wrong! Did any of these people even have experience with explosives?
He heard the sirens…
“Are you okay?” he asked Enceladus, helping him up so he could look him over, make sure he hadn’t gotten hurt.
At least some of the bad feeling auras were disappearing.
Bilskirnir knew Enceladus was annoyed with him. Probably angry, actually. That didn’t stop Bilskirnir from grabbing his arm again, gently. He let go after a moment and took Enceladus’s hand instead.
“Come on, let’s at least get far enough away to avoid being noticed. Then we can… I mean, you can head home if you want, I won’t stop you, but I was gonna wait and make sure all this gets under control. So… if you want to stay…”
He hoped it was obvious that, despite Enceladus’s feelings on the matter, he didn’t mean to treat Enceladus like he thought he was a child. He just worried.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2023 7:57 pm
Knight Pendour Location: D3 Action: Trying to use her magic so everyone can calm enough to leave.
The General was gone. That was good. Encke hadn't even ended up following up on his threats, save for releasing the small prickle of static energy into the air.
Pendour's good eye flicked over to the Saturn Page next to her for a moment. She heard Murikabushi's words, and her heart broke for him, but Encke and another squire were already heading over to him. She wanted to see if the one who was bleeding was okay, too.
And, anyway, there was something different about him.
So much of the time in situations like this, everyone was wrong. She didn't hate or judge them for it. She knew where they were coming from. She understood their choices, even if she did not approve. They had their own worldviews, and some of them had Chaos in their veins. They were desperate and scared, or they'd been hurt, and they turned that hurt around to hurt others.
For example, she understood why Cybele, in a sudden burst of Princess feathers, was choosing to call down awful arrows all over the area. It didn't mean it was any better than what someone like Faustite was doing. The screams of agents, and the Dark Mirror senshi next to her, brought tears pricking to her eyes.
Pendour didn't have allies, not really. Friends, maybe, but when it came down to it, when it came down to things like this, it was always just desperate, crazed people hurting each other, and Pendour trying to step in between them, trying to stop all of them, to mitigate everything. It was always Pendour on her own against so much, only able to soften things the tiniest amount, never able to do enough.
This one, though? She hadn't had to stop him. He'd been hurt, but he was still smiling. He'd been insightful, and thoughtful, and kind to the General, instead, even as the General had continued to fume and had teleported away.
Seeing someone like that, someone who didn't forget kindness even under the worst of circumstances? It was a breath of fresh air. It was like a drink of cool water.
"Pendour," she told him, softly, her good eye shining.
And then it was back to trying to stop things, to soothe things, to push back with peace and kindness against impossible odds.
She glanced towards the fire. Growing, but they should be safe for a few moments more. She stepped over towards Encke, and Muri, and that Cosmos Squire who clung to him so desperately. These were all people who needed that softness, that peace, right now, she thought. She only wished she could do something about the arrows.
She tried to keep her own smile up, despite everything, and she raised her ocarina to her lips and began, softly, to play.
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Magic - When Pendour plays her ocarina, the negative emotions of those within five feet of her fade and are replaced with a feeling of pleasant relaxation. One can shake the effect with enough concentration, but it can serve as a distraction for those who would do Pendour harm. She can channel this magic for 45 seconds.
The fire licked closer, and—holy ********, that was a Princess. With her magic cast, the Chaos auras started to wink out, and he took that as his cue. Larimar left, and it seemed like everyone else would be okay. The less people who weren't very injured to congregate in the area, the better, and he didn't have healing magic, so best for him to pop off.
Jesus, something was wrong with the guy that got stabbed, Hati thought to himself, coughing and going after him again. Would he just sit still so someone could help him?! I'm following this dude, who wants to come??? What the ********, man! You can't just say that while bleeding like Niagara Falls and trot off like some kind of happy-go-lucky golden retriever!!
"You. Kaifeng, was it? Sit down. Idiot," he said, scowling at him. "Do you want to die of blood loss? You've been stabbed. I realize we're magic, but this isn't Harry Potter where someone just goes episkey, waves a stick in their face, and then they're fixed!"
Fang growled, snorting when the Captain vanished. Good. He started to walk away, but clutched his side as the pain finally registered. When he'd raised his arms for his magical attack, the wound had split open deeper, and he howled as he went down, flopping down onto the street.
The whistling caught his attention, ears twitching, and he shifted slightly to look at the person calling to him like a dog.
"....No," he said flatly, flopping back down and whimpering.
At first, Amsvartnir was confused—why are you pushing him down, Muri?? And then the—the ******** Princess—she called on her magic and there were arrows sailing through the sky and Murikabushi, you idiot, that's not how the magic works he thought to himself, thinking of his own magic, and sat them up, trying to shift and shield his friend instead, because the arrows wouldn't target him anyway.
"Shh, Muri, it's okay..."
The Knight's magic started to flow over them and he breathed a little easier. "It's okay, Mama Duck, I've got you."
His eyes flicked over the others gathered, briefly noting the dude with the gaping stab wound and the other yelling at him about it, but mostly just... casually trying to figure out what to do. How to keep Murikabushi safe. The magic cleared his head, but he still couldn't think about what to do...
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2023 12:02 am
Captain Briartite Location: A1 - Roof Action: actually playing nice with Cepheus!
Briartite regarded the clearly terrified Senshi with a sort of idle half-boredom. Yes, she was scared, but she was also young, and seemed really, deeply out of her depth.
They could probably kill her. But it wouldn't really be worth it to try. Mostly, it would just make them feel bad about themself, in a way that wasn't exactly....ugh. They didn't like those moments where they felt bad about their choices. They were doing this for Aegirine. She needed someone to care about her. However they got through this run at being an officer of the Negaverse--and they had to admit, it wasn't all that terrible a gig--that was the important part.
"Smart to stay out of the way," they deadpanned. "And whoever told you to stay out of real fights and only fight youma sounds smart."
God, they did not want to kill a scared, lost kid.
And then, there was a bright bloom of an aura, and they turned, ********>" they hissed.
A ******** Princess. Moreover, the bank had ******** exploded.
"Well. This whole party just got way above my pay grade. So how about this. You clear out, I'll say I chased you off, and neither of us has to worry about pissing off someone far more powerful than us."
The Negaverse seemed to be responding pretty heavily to the sudden appearance of a Princess and the sudden appearance of her magic in response. There was a moment where Encke paused in admiration, primarily. A princess. It felt good to see another one appear. Unlike the nausea he had been fighting off before, this felt like... A win.
A big win.
His Pendour near his side might not see it the same way with the arrows that were flying down, but the more powerful forces they had to fight the Negaverse, the better. He knew that the Negaverse had infiltrated everywhere. This was the end of one of those locations, and a solid loss.
Perhaps listening to Pendour's music was helping center him, too.
He glanced with increased concern with the way he saw Murikabushi minutely wince and cover the squire he was with. The magic targeted him, too.
And then he heard Kāifēng's question.
"He is," replied Encke, with no hesitation, before projecting a bit louder in case he could not be heard over the noise. "Murikabushi is a friend of mine," before continuing, lower, "The dark mirror senshi are fairly complicated -- I can tell you more about them later --"
He watched as one of the other senshi came up and told the page to sit down, which was fair. He was bleeding, for one. He had been stabbed by that general who had now left --
"For what it's worth," and Encke actually felt the edges of a smile on his face, with the power of a princess and the rebuttal of magic healing-- "I can't quite cure it, but I can certainly ease it a bit." His hands glowed lightly as he reached out toward the man who called him gege--he assumed that was an expression of appreciation or his experience, and he'd have to go figure that out.
"You still need to get to the ER, but this'll give us time to get you there."
Pendour might be happy that his magic wasn't doing something violent, for once.
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Super Sailor Scout Attack: "Plasma Discharge!" Based on plasma medicine, Encke presses his hands toward his target, generating a current with a mild heat which will feel hot but will not burn. This heat is accompanied by a small amount of light. As this current travels from him into his target, it will completely heal minor injuries and moderate wounds (such as bleeding or abrasions) can somewhat stitch themselves back together and have improved healing. This magic may have some success temporarily stabilizing more serious injuries, but at best it can only stop them from worsening for a short time. Allies injured in the nearby vicinity may also feel this effect. (Usage: Twice per battle Duration: 30 seconds Range: 10ft radius around target)
