Super Niter HP: 57/75 Damage to Source: 8 + 1 = 9 vs Source
The de facto leader of this whole exercise in Actual Bad Ideas said to attack the thing that was talking, so Niter attacked the thing that was talking. Except the thing that was talking didn't have much of a form to punch, so the shock of Niter's punch was absorbed into its gelatinous surface.
His assault was made that much less effective by the three blights clamoring to hold him back, and Niter yelped as they overcame him. How did they expect him to hold out on this? There was no way he'd be able to take down the source like the girl said if there were so many of these things swarming over him, getting their gloppy hands on his uniform and pulling him around!
Super Psilomelane HP: 51/75 Damage to Blights: 8 + 7 = 15; she destroyed her attackers!
More of the creatures collected around her, insistent on clubbing her to death with their giant, unwieldy hands. Already caught in a compromising position between the collusion of monsters and the narrow alleyway, Psilomelane didn't have much of a choice but to strike out inelegantly. It didn't matter how uncoordinated she looked as long as they were dead.
So she struck a leg out at one, an arm at another, twisted on the spot and banged herself into a trash can. However, the lid that fell to the ground worked well enough as a weapon, and she tossed it at the last blight that threatened her.
Now that all of her attackers were taken care of, Psilomelane breathed a sigh of relief. Finally she could close her eyes and concentrate on getting herself home --
Deep Space Senshi Selinur HP: 20/50 Damage to Blight Monsters: 10 + 3 = 13 (Killed two monsters. 2/5) on the last one.
He knew they needed to get through these monsters - but how? Neither of them were strong enough, like they once were, and couldn't just force their way through the masses of monsters. "We need to charge the monster at the center and take these enimies with us." He offered as a solution, the best thing he could figure at the moment. Shivering as he felt blood trickle, drip, and make it's weay down his back. He couldn't wait to regain his wings so he had his full strength back, he needed it back.
"Come on then." Time to shoulder on and see this battle to the end, hurt or not, he wasn't about to back down. He wasn't that sort of person. Shuddering as he took a step forward, and another, lashed out, physically, at the monsters which got in his way in their attempts to attack him and stop him.
"I can still use my magic, I'm saving it till we get there." he'd need to be close, closer than he was now.
Super Niter HP: 57/75 Damage to Blights: 8 + 7 = 15! All 3 dead!
This was too much. Niter knew what happened once a fight became a numbers game, and no matter how weak the enemy, the outnumbered one usually lost. And NIter didn't want to lose, especially since he was in a sea of White Moon people, with only a handful of Negverse signatures on the outskirts of this whole affair.
He had to ignore the host. Turning on the blights that had latched onto him, Niter dodged one and threw the other into the pair that were nearest each other, and breathed a sigh of relief when they all seemed to fall inert afterward.
Albite Eternal Corrupt Senshi HP: 100 Damage: 10 + 12 = 22dmg to Main Boss Doing: Admiring a goo monster!! Making things go splat.
"Faustite -- Faustite -- psst...Did...did the goo monster just challenge us to a drain off?" the tease oozed easy and slick, got sliced by a laugh at his own admiration for the hissing pile of evil that gained a more interesting sentience by the minute.
When the ink grinned at them, Albite grinned back.
"Maybe'sa past life friend? A rift buddy?" and Albites joy for an easy target could only grow, as he concentrated his attack on the main baddie from a distance.
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Super Sailor Scout Attack: Choking Retribution! Albites tattoos appear to come alive, slithering off his harm like ethereal magical ribbons. The tattoo ribbons wrap around his intended opponent (pick a body part) and tie the two together for a duration of 20 seconds. The bindings slowly begin to tighten on said opponent, squeezing a bit like a boa constrictor would. Neither is able to escape the other until the magic is ended, or the weak ribbons are severed. He can now use the attack twice in battle, but can still only focus on one target at a time. Effect: Instantaneous Range: 6 Feet Duration: 20 seconds Number of uses: 2 Number of targets: 1
General Faustite HP: 100/100 Damage to Source: 10 + 7 + 1 (AoS) = 18
Faustite scoffed. "Dream on. Never met something so misbehaved in the Rift." Didn't even feel like the same blend of chaos as the shattered afterimages of people had. Unsurprising that Albite hadn't figured that out for himself.
Seeing Albite's lashes going taut as an opportunity, Faustite's flames sparked a violent hunger as he closed the distance between himself and the overgrown instigator. The flame that wracked his body flared into a limned inferno as he touched down before the creature.
White Moon were everywhere, too, but he cared very little for the ones that got caught in his crossfire.
Lieutenant Vauxite HP: 50 Blight Monster: 5/5 HP (new), 5/5 HP (new), 5/5 HP (new) Damage to Blight Monster: 5 + 5 = 10 [0/5, 0/5, 5/5]
DMS Sailor Markeb - Senshi of Wishes HP: 44 Blight Monster:5/5 HP (new), 5/5 HP (new), 0/5 HP (new-Rakovanite killed) Damage to Blight Monster:5 + 4 = 9 [0/5, 1/5, 0/5]
Markeb was not made for fights like these and had brought both arms up to cover her face and squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of being hit by the two remaining creatures.
When two seconds passed, then five- the Senshi of Wishes dared to peak over her arm and noticed that where there had been two creatures, there now stood none. Instead, there was a pile of goop on the ground where they had just been.
Her head snapped to the side in time to see a corrupt with a vibrant orange coat (Hatsya) turn back towards her group saying something along the lines of 'Now you can summon it back' to the pink-haired general (Prehnite). Confused, she looked back at the ground and that is where she noticed a dagger laying there and thought to herself how much more useful something like that would have been compared to the plastic icicle her brother had given her.
Wave after wave, three more appeared, and before Markeb could take a swing, Rakovanite and a vibrant colored corrupt beside him (Cervantite) destroyed one of them. "T-thank you..." She tried to offer both of them a smile but gave up on that gestured and instead stabbed at one of the remaining monsters and did a considerable amount of damage to the last humanoid form remaining as she tried not to consider how uncanny the facial features were looking.
"I think they like me better than you." Taking a step back she bumped into her bother intentionally and spoke loud enough that maybe at least one person might hear her comment.
Vauxite spared a glancing annoyed glare at his sister and made an arching swing at the three that had fixated on him. His irritation alone was enough to destroy two of them. "Heh, if that's what you think." He rolled his shoulder in a careless shrug but still hazarded a quick look at Rakovanite to see if he heard, or worse- agreed with Markeb in her statement.
Albite Eternal Corrupt Senshi HP: 100 Damage: 10 + 4 = 14 ( 1 blight at 1/5 remaining) Doing: The best tug of war - damaging his own blights.
“Lies! That’s an absolute fib Helio, I happen to have been in the Rift, and I’m almost never well-behaved,” watched the fires go up, and he dug his heels to tighten the pull, to throw his weight against the bind as even more icky lovelies rose up to drag at him.
General Rakovanite HP: 82 - 16 = 66 Damage to Blight Monsters: 10 + 9 (+1 Article of Strength) = 20 (finishing off Vaux's, Markeb's, Alcor's, Hatsya's, and one of Xyla's) Concentrated Attacks Remaining: 3/4
"Dude, are you blind or what?" Cervantite demanded of Diasporite as he watched the sparkly ice skater fairy girl run off through the sludge and darkness. Like, yeah, comparatively, most of them were older than Dia, but guy had to straight not have eyes if he was ignoring the way snow princess' tall boots just seemed to give that much more umph to long legs. Not like her short, glittery dancer skirt was doing anything to hide them, either.
Dia could think 'rivals' as much as he wanted, but Cervantite was pretty sure they weren't even in the same class, here. And since his friend didn't do anything but sputter, Cervantite felt obligated to call after the girl, "Thanks for the help, Princess! Nice a**! Love to watch you go~!"
And Rakovanite.
Was.
Mortified.
He could not recall a moment in his life when he had been so embarassed just to be in the proximity of someone doing something he had no control over. Especially when the comment was unnecessary, irrelevant, and that energy should be better spent elsewhere. Rakovanite didn't move any closer to the two boys, but when he slung his chakram out away from him, sending it spiraling toward a cluster of monsters around Vauxite and Markeb, it probably wasn't a coincidence that the weapon just missed skimming across Cervantite's chest.
Cervantite at least had the good sense to twitch backward to avoid being hit, red eyes shooting a startled and then annoyed glower at his brother before he rolled his shoulders, clucked his tongue, and winked at Diasporite. He still had a little fire left in him and everything around them was basically a puddle on the ground. Might as well spread the love to the big bad.
Negaverse Lt. Andesine HP: 32 / 50 Physical Damage to Blights: 5 + 5 = 10 for first attack, 5+ 6 = 11 for second attack, 10 + 11 = 21 damage = all blights destroyed! (+6 bleed-over damage if anybody needs any extra help this round!)
Honestly, it was just like Andesine to show up fashionably late.
Saturday night was alright for any number of potential activities, and given her druthers, Andesine would’ve preferred to stick to her original plan: head out to Scandals, or The Closet, or any of the other fine, queer establishments that Destiny City had to offer. Then, once she’d comfortably ensconced herself in among her own kind, she’d spend the evening draining just a little bit of energy off unsuspecting young sapphics—hardly enough for any of them to notice on their own, therein lay the genius of her design (in her own less-than-humble opinion).
No one target would donate the lion’s share of the energy she claimed for the Negaverse, if everything went according to plan. Because she wouldn’t try to get her hands on too much from a single source, she could flit around the bar and, at least in theory, drain from countless pretty young things, all to her heart’s content.
Maybe one of tonight’s unlucky benefactors could’ve felt a bit worse off than her drink tab would’ve suggested, woozier, more out of sorts, and less steady on her feet, though hardly outside the batting average of Saturday night at a queer bar. Perhaps she would’ve gotten a bit of a headache and decided to turn in early, praying that she wouldn’t need to answer for too much of a hangover, come morning (and who knew how much trouble that might have caused). If Andesine did go too far (by her own standards, rather than those she’d gathered many of her Negaverse colleagues held), then maybe the poor girl on the receiving end of it would’ve thought that somebody had put something nefarious in her drink.
Ideally, though, none of Andesine’s theoretical victims of the night would have suspected that anything out of the ordinary had been awry—or anyway, they wouldn’t have guessed that it had a distinctly magical cause, rather than a cause originating in garden-variety human evil.
Alas, it was not to be.
She’d been in line outside, waiting to get show her ID to bouncers at The Closet, when the distress call from some other Negaverse officer had come in. Not a name she recognized off-hand—Sailor Psilomelane; Andesine had only dealt with a few Negaverse senshi (Monoceros from her own team; Cryolite and Chrysocolla up on Astraya), and that name wasn’t one she recognized—but that didn’t matter. The intensity of the call, coupled with the subject matter (something about monsters over near Folwell Park?), made answering imperative.
Also made it a bit like getting called in for an extra customer service shift in the middle of the night, with the customers having the power to literally murder someone, but it wasn’t as though Andesine had signed up for a picnic when Monoceros had taken her to General Ashanite. Besides, she hadn’t truly found herself in danger up on Astraya—more mildly inconvenienced than anything, really—and a b***h needed to run in and prove herself.
As she descended into the chaotic mess of monsters and people running every which way, Andesine couldn’t help thinking, Be careful what you wish for, huh?
Sure, there’d be plenty of opportunity to prove herself—but as the three monsters who set upon her proved? She wouldn’t get there easily. They gouged at her, each taking out decent hits—two of them left almost-matching wounds down her hips while the third clawed its way down her stomach in a way she would’ve appreciated getting from a pretty girl—and Andesine snarled. Her bracelet of bells jingled softly around her wrist, a perfect reminder that she had to earn a better slice of power from the Negaverse.
Well, so be it. As the monsters reared back to attack again, she seized the opportunity and lashed out first. Two went down with a twirling kick (perfect form, her old ballet instructors would’ve been proud), and the third with a vicious swipe of her arms.
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Page Antisana of Pluto HP:38 Damage to Blight Monsters: 5 + 3 = 8 (finished off Ele's last)
"Deal," Antisana repeated in a quiet whisper, as if the word was almost foreign to him.
Later, he'd wonder what exactly he had proposed in the heat of the moment, but for now, there was only one monster that had survived Eleonora's attack, and regardless of how aware he was of needing to rely on her strength to get him anywhere, that didn't mean he wasn't going to exert whatever effort he could to help her. Another kick to the sludge, and it oozed back toward the ground.
"अच्छा काम, बेबी।" The words came out without much thought, and Antisana could only stand to be grateful that despite wanting her to hear them, he recognized that he did not want her to know what he said.
If he blushed, his dark skin and the shadowy locale hid it well.
As her magic kicked in, the world around Cybele snapped into sharper focus. She could see every detail of the creature's dripping, surreal forms. She could see the bits were they threatened to fall apart.
That was where she aimed.
With a swift kick and a few follow up punches, all of the creatures that were swiping at her were reduced to harmless puddles of goo at her feet.
She wiped at her forehead and turned her attention towards the central creature.
Abzu, Page of Neptune HP: 32/50 Damage to Monsters: remaining down, +9 damage up for grabs if a nearby order character needs an assist
"That would be nice, wouldn't it?" Abzu looked around the room as he finished off his last monstrous attacker, trying to find someone that could back his ally up. There wasn't much he could do to heal physical wounds with a saxophone.
Wounded hearts, maybe. Maybe even a wounded psyche, but...
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Iðavöllr (sorry this is short, was just making sure all of his monsters were down haha)
It seemed that at long last, the enemy had gotten wise and started to aim its attacks for the source of the Blight. Its form shakes at the impacts, recoiling from the damage in apparent pain before hrieking in anger. The main figure reaches down and digs into the slimy, bubbling mass of its lower self and pulls out handfuls of the dark, inky matter, dropping them to the ground with thick, wet plops. It pulls more and more, each one rising up to form into humanoid shapes and surge to replace their fallen brethren, obeying some unspoken command.
Your struggles are useless! You can’t truly hurt us… We were mindless, sourceless, and isolated, but the surge of power from above has given us awareness. We KNOW now. We THINK. We learned how to jump from birthplace to birthplace, to wherever nurturing life waits! We are strong now. Many, connected together. You are nothing but meat sacks generating more energy than you know what to do with… and we will take it all!
More tendrils lash out now, coiling tightly around the people who had attacked it. They feel their energy draining from them, pulled harshly from their bodies as the Source laughs again and its form ripples, growing larger.
We cannot be sated until every last bit of energy has been devoured… not until everything is ash. Every world, every scrap of life will be devoured.
Even though the words are harsh and angry, the Source looks... haggered. It shrinks back from its attackers, lashing out specifically at the ones who hurt it, and it's features seem to melt on its face. They reform only to melt again, large clumps of itself dripping to splatter on the floor.
Despite the chaos going on around them, Erytheia and Pyper manage to get the door to the side room open and find… a general electrical room. A fuse box sits on the wall, and beside it, switches. Each set of switches is labeled with which group of lights it turns on, including ‘main reception area’, ‘hallways’, and ‘boarding area’. Flipping those should get the lights going.
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Source Damage: 298 / ???
Ida, Erytheia, Anakeion, Liryn, Basiluzzo, Ran, Encke, Tikal, Fang, Hati, Murikabushi, Niter, Albite, Faustite and Cervantite have been attacked by the tendrils of blight and drained of some of their energy! They each take 10 damage to hp, and any attacks they make this round are reduced by 5. (add -5 to your attack rolls this round)
Any smaller Blight monsters that were not killed this round deal 6 damage to their target! Any that were killed do no damage, but each one is replaced by a new Blight from the ones created by the Source.
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Eternal Ida HP: 80/100 Damage to Blight Monsters: 10 + 7 - 5 = 12 ( 12 < 15, takes down 2 blight) Damage to the Source: 10 + 8 - 5 = 13 damage
”Power from above?” Ida wasn’t sure what power they meant… the comet maybe? When it had been destroyed, hadn’t it sent out a pulse of power? Had that been what changed the Blight from infecting singular worlds to multiple ones? Even let it jump to Earth? That was not a comfortable thought, and she didn’t have long to dwell on it as she was struck again, lashed and squeezed by the dark tendrils.
She lashed out at her assailants and the source alike, dark ichor staining her boots and clotting along her arms. She didn’t dare waste magic on the small ones, not when there seemed no end to them… only the Source seemed to take any real damage from it. Drawing herself upright again, she sent another glowing arrow roaring across to the main mass, arcing over the heads of the smaller ones to explode in a flash of pale light against its writhing, surging bulk.
A glance swept over the other combatants, searching for familiar faces and assessing how everyone was doing. Some seemed to have taken no damage at all, but others… There, someone she knew, and a concerning number of chibi senshi.
“Athene! Liryn!” She called, lifting an arm to point at a young girl in a neat looking suit-like fuku. “Can you help?”
She could tell she was struggling against so many attackers, but Ida was struggling to keep her own attackers off her.
