Amarynthos, Knight of the Moon Location: C3 (planning on running towards D3->E3) Action: Carrying Yvoire, summoning his bear, running to get out with the group
Amarynthos offered an understanding smile to Yvoire. He wanted it to be comforting, but he didn’t know how much he could convey through the smoke or the auras, or the business of everything. He picked up the baseball bat in one hand–he didn’t know why, he wasn’t going to use it. Maybe he was just afraid that it would somehow incriminate them. He didn’t even know if anyone wanted it back.
That wasn’t important right now, between all of the chaos of everything around them. The sirens were getting louder. He didn’t want Yvoire to worry about those either. “It’ll be okay,” he promised, and scooped him into his arms with as much gentleness as he could manage while hurrying.
Yvoire didn’t feel like he weighed much, but that could have been the adrenaline as much as the boost in strength he got from Amarynthos. He tucked one arm under his knees and wrapped his other behind his back so he could keep a good grip on him.
“We’ll be out of here in no time, you’re doing good.”
Reims and Cynthus were on the move, and the Senshi they’d been fighting alongside, and Ephesus and his summon were making progress too. He knew Alastor was behind them but wouldn’t have been surprised if he stopped to make sure Sessrumnir was doing okay.
The Captain was gone, there was one less thing to worry about. And, he hadn’t missed the fact that so many of the agents–and youma–seemed to be contending with some big blast of magic.
He didn’t have time to think about where it came from or who had done what. He wanted to get out of here with his friends while everyone was in one piece.
There were still threats around them. He didn’t have a clear idea of who might still be a threat and who was heading out, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Effie had his summon out, and Amarynthos thought it only wise to do the same. His arms were full, but if someone tried to attack them, they’d have to content with his summon too–a pale white bear that was nearly identical in shape to a grizzly bear. The iridescent rainbow shimmer of its white fur was indication enough that it was magic–and for as sweet as it was with him, it was still a ferocious beast when faced with danger. It let out a nasty bellow and charged forward to help clear the way.
…Which was good, because they were too close to the bank for Amarynthos to be able to see much.
He kept Yvoire close to his chest as he ran, and though his cape couldn’t do much, he tried to keep it where it would at least protect him from a bit of it.
Dering, Page of Lysithea Location: E3 Action: Frozen in front of Gismo, trying to convince him to let Stirling go so they can leave
Dering had been overwhelmed for a while now, and when Stirling crashed into someone with her shield he just assumed they could continue on their way and put all of this behind them.
They weren’t so fortunate.
She had been so confident. She looked so sure of it.
And then, all of a sudden, his hand was in her chest.
There wasn’t any blood.
They’d told him about starseeds but he hadn’t thought he’d ever see anything like this. His mouth felt dry. His heart might have stopped. The smoke was burning his eyes so badly that he was struggling to see much of anything. The light flashed against the dark plumes with such intensity that it looked like someone was putting on a light show.
He froze. The world kept moving, but he felt like he was so out of place. Keep moving? Leave his friend behind? What was he supposed to do, she was still holding onto him.
He couldn’t move.
The idea of leaving here without her–of moving away–whether or not he could do anything made his blood run cold–a feat, given how hot the area had turned.
“I–” he couldn’t find words. “I don’t–I don’t have any magic! I don’t have a weapon!” he protested. It didn’t make sense. He thought he’d seen the other Knights moving behind him, but he couldn’t remember how to turn his head to look behind him.
Actually, he wasn’t even sure he’d spoken out loud. Had the General heard him? Had he said anything at all?
He wanted to beg for him to reconsider, to just let them leave. He had to hear the sirens, right? He had to see that they were trying to leave, right?
And there was someone else there, suddenly! Was she trying to help, or–
Dering’s blood must have been ice when he heard her say that she had rights to Stirling’s starseed. It was Stirling’s, right? She wasn’t going to try and take it too?
…But she wanted his hand out of her chest, so maybe it was a good sign.
He was too nervous to hope for anything good right now.
Alastor, Eternal Senshi of Despair Location: C3->E3 Action: Following the group of Knights, pausing to make sure Sessrumnir is okay
Alastor only moved when the Captain was gone. He told himself it was a good thing that she left before they had to fight. He told himself they were lucky that it ended without much bloodshed.
He told himself there would be other fights so he didn’t have to feel bad about missing this one.
He could put aside the thrill of battle. He could go find someone to have a match with later if he needed to work out some of this energy.
Getting out of here was priority. The fire was worse, the smoke was worse, he could finally hear the sirens.
Everyone was on the way out. He could feel the diminishment of Chaos signatures as much as he could feel the rich, powerful energy signature of a princess.
He had seen the falling arrows but he hadn’t felt any of them. He spared a glance in the direction the energy had come from, but–
Oh, that was Cybele.
A second passed, maybe two.
The smoke was rolling in waves and it wouldn’t be long before it clouded the vision behind him as much as it did in front of him. She seemed like she was handling herself all right so he didn’t try to rush to her side.
They were leaving. Things were still according to plan.
He kept his promise; with Ephesus and Mary flanking the others, he stuck to the back to make sure no one else attacked them while they moved. The smoke was so thick he almost couldn’t see, but he could make out some of their figures. He could track them by their auras.
Sessrumnir, too. He stopped by where the Knight was, only briefly.
He knew Sessrumnir would stay as long as it took to help anyone, probably at the cost of his own well-being. So, Sessrumnir could drag out whoever he needed to, and Alastor would drag him out if he needed to.
The fact that most of the chaos in the area was flickering away gave him hope that there would be no more threat from them tonight.
So, he suspected Sessrumnir intended to heed his own advice and called, “Are you coming? Or do you need help?”
Sessrumnir didn’t need help, he knew that. He just wanted him to know he was there for him if something did happen.
And, if they left now, they’d still be able to guard the kids’ backs as they escaped. He wasn’t willing to lose them in all of this, especially with the sirens closing in.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2023 10:08 am
Stirling Squire of Lysithea Location: E3 Action: ...
Stirling could have kicked herself. She had been stupid, doing exactly what she had warned the others not to do, don’t look back, keep your focus in front of you…and now she had someone with his hand in her chest.
“Hey, don’t worry…it…it’s fine.”
It hurt like hell, but she had to reassure Dering and Effie, Effie who seemed like he was crying again, dammit…she hadn’t wanted to cause his tears again…
“I’m okay, ah…Mizuki, hi…”
She wanted to ask about the corrupts father, to see what had happened, she looked so much better today which…was good. At least she wasn’t so upset and it seemed like she was trying to defend Stirling so…that was neat too.
The hand in her chest jerked as the General moved suddenly, and for Stirling, the world went black.
Gismondine was rapidly growing more uncomfortable with the situation. At first, it had seemed like a good idea, stop the girl who had the shield, use her as leverage for the others to just leave him alone and…then everyone could get on with their lives no harm done.
But then suddenly there was a Corrupted Senshi who was screeching at him that Stirling’s starseed was hers and…who was Stirling? What? Why was she grabbing him like this?
And then.
The worst part…there was a bear. A legitimate glowing bear coming out of the smoke, and finally, Gismondine had seen enough. THere was a tiger too, and the group of people was growing larger and he was definitely in over his head.
“Okay! Okay j-just get off of me!”
He jerked, shoving against the Corrupted Senshi and withdrew his hand from the Squire’s chest. Making sure nothing and nobody was still clinging onto him, he teleported away from the heat and the smoke and the crazy people.
And it was only when he was safe and alone that he realized he still held the starseed of the Squire.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2023 12:07 pm
DMS SUPER MURIKABUSHI Location: D3. Action: Still being sad, but trying to reassure Ams that Pendour and Encke are okay.
KAIFENG, PAGE OF SATURN Location: D3. Action: Trying to explain himself to Hati……for some value of explaining himself? Also, oh no, sirens,,, :<
Ohhh, Pendour the Mermaid Knight had music for her magic? That was so swell, and even if he personally hadn’t much needed the calming effects of it, Kaifeng couldn’t help idly swaying his head in time with the tune coming from her ocarina. He had a mind to ask her who’d taught her how to play, but……ah, he’d let her finish, first. Aside from the music being lovely, it seemed like a lot of people around here really needed the soothing that it provided.
—People, for instance, like Hati, who seemed very wound up about the whole “something something, stab wound, something something, bleeding” of it all. Well, couldn’t fault him for caring about people, but Kaifeng probably needed to reassure the poor guy that honestly, he was okay. “Hey, hey, it’s all good, I swear,” Kaifeng said without pausing to ask himself whether or not this statement was true. Using his free hand, he gestured at the hand still holding onto his side, applying pressure to the wound. “Not doing this for the severity of the wound. You’re just……supposed to apply pressure? It helps staunch the bleeding somewh—”
“Boys, boys, you’re both pretty,” Reiki deadpanned listlessly, with exactly none of the panache that he normally managed to muster up for saying……well, most things that ever left his mouth.
Ugh, he hated how he was still trembling as he dragged his face up out of Amsvartnir’s neck to blink up at the Saturn Page with the apparent reckless disregard for his own wellbeing and the White Moon super senshi who was trying so valiantly to get him to take care of himself. In all likelihood, Reiki looked a ******** mess. Pale, red-and-puffy-eyed from all the crying (which at least cooled off, thanks to Pendour’s magical ocarina solo), probably like he hadn’t slept well lately (since, A., powering up robbed him of whatever makeup he’d worn on any given day, and B., he hadn’t slept well lately, nor nearly enough). The two he hadn’t met before wouldn’t have a reference for comparison, so Reiki doubted they’d notice too much of anything—but he was probably thinner than the last time he’d seen Pendour and Encke.
Pretty much the poster boy for a mental health leave semester doing the opposite of helping.
Regardless, hoping to keep anyone from pointing that out too obviously, he explained himself to the Page and the Super. Gesturing first at the Page while looking at Sailor Leif Erikson Day of Whatever, he said, “Perky Goth—”
“Kaifeng,” he chirped, waving “hi” with his mostly-free hand and his folding fan. “And the one who wants me to sit is Hati.”
Reiki purses his lips, allowing himself a moment to recover from that interruption. “……Right. So, Kāifēng over here is right about what he’s doing with his one hand.… It won’t be enough on its own and he should get help—” Which, oh, Encke seemed to be providing.…
Huh, that was so nice, his powerful and dangerous sphere having healing uses, too.…… Yes, it was painfully egocentric, but for a moment, Reiki couldn’t help but wonder if his own magic could be used to heal.… Sure, he had the approach to it that Heliodor had pointed out back in November, using it to help focus people, figure out what they really needed in their lives, and try to help them get it. But……did having this magic doom Reiki to only being able to help anybody by causing at least temporary pain? Or could he maybe learn some other use for his magic, or maybe a different technique, as well?
“Oh!” Kāifēng’s face lit up as he felt the rush of heat—a pleasant amount of it, not too much—spreading from the Neon Senshi’s hands. All of this with the magic was so new; every chance to watch someone work with it struck him as a deeply exciting opportunity. Moreover, thanks to what he got to learn from the magic’s existence, Kāifēng privately felt so very vindicated in having believed for so long that there had to be more going on in the world than often seemed immediately apparent.
Having the magic work on himself, though? That was something else. A moment of awe and wonder, even if the injury itself was not so bad. (Well. Maybe a little bit so bad.…… Maybe worse than Kāifēng wanted to admit out loud, especially when Hati was already worried about him.)
Smiling, he looked to the Neon Senshi. “Thanks for that.” He’d have to come up with a nice token of gratitude later, when he didn’t have people being so concerned about his stab wound.
“Well, as I was going to say,” Reiki went on, gesturing at Hati while looking at Kāifēng. “Hati is right that you should sit down.… Dunno how much blood you’ve lost, but if you get lightheaded, you could end up with a concussion on top of the stab wound. And that’s not something you want in your life.”
At the distant wail of sirens, Reiki sighed. “……You might wanna power down somewhere and sit in the backseat of an Uber, though. Unless you really feel like explaining all this to the cops.”
Kaifeng shook his head at that idea. Didn’t even need to think about it. “Definitely wouldn’t like that.”
Zhìháo’s grandfather had been in good with some of the local cops around the family’s neighborhood in South Boston. Even if some cops were decent, and even if the Destiny City cops maybe had a higher tolerance for strangeness by virtue of working in close proximity to a lot of magical nonsense, Kāifēng truly didn’t want to deal with them, if he could avoid it.
Okay, then. So, Kāifēng could sort that out. Not that Reiki didn’t want to help him, because he did—but after he’d gotten hit so hard with that b*****d Boyfriend Nega-b***h senshi’s magic? And when Reiki’s state of mind had not been, per se, great even before the Negaverse senshi who’d run off with Daedalus had attacked him? He just. did not have the spare mental or emotional energy to handle telling a full-grown adult to pick a sidekick and go to the ******** ER already.
Instead, Reiki turned an exhausted, miserable gaze up at Encke and Pendour. Somehow, he remembered how to move enough to give them a lackluster little wave. “Hi…… Do you two know Ams over here?” Limply gesturing at him, Reiki explained, “Amsvartnir of Cosmos, Pendour of Neptune and Encke of Plasma; they’re both cool. And of course, you all know me.…” Reiki sighed, slouching. “Dark Mirror senshi of making bad life choices so cute boys will like you and think you’re cool.”
With a soft groan, Reiki pinched the bridge of his nose. Maybe he was being overly blunt and unfairly simplistic about the situation, and how he’d wound up Awakening Dark Mirror, and all of it. But at the moment, Reiki didn’t much care to allow himself any nuances, not even for something like It had been dumb luck for Levi and Soya to find him that night instead of an Order senshi and an Order cat. When the take-home point that lurked at the heart of months of stress, and pain, and feeling broken, wound up being such basic b***h-level remedial? Wound up being so simple, it could fuel countless Saturday morning cartoon episodes for literal children?
Yeah, no. Reiki’s own garbage exhausted him. If he couldn’t read himself, then he was hardly allowed to read anybody else, was he.
If Niter had been any less lazy, he might have thought to teleport out of the area, or even leave by foot, before Aquamarine commanded everyone in the area to leave. But Niter was ever a sloth, and the grass by the pond was quite soft against his face, and he could almost ignore the aches and pain and the too-tight feeling his skin had from being exposed to all that heat. It was nice. He could even nap there, maybe, if no one would imminently stab him.
Except he was getting imminently stabbed. Repeatedly. And bitten?! Niter twisted immediately, hands quick to feel up his back where he could've sworn someone or something had stabbed him. Then more of those shocks of pain filtered through, one after the other, down his legs and across his shoulders and up his back and chest, but he could find no trace of who was doing it.
But he could tell he wasn't the only one affected. That was when he heard Aqua. Something was wrong — more wrong than usual — and the bank exploded too, so —
Before Niter could come up with a plan of what to do next, before he could even ask or say a word to the Eternal Senshi, the Mauvian, and the unconscious meatbag that was the Captain, Niter was disappeared from the area.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2023 2:16 pm
Mauvian Tama Location: D5 to exit. Action: Getting hit by arrows before teleporting himself out.
Tama had taken the teleport provided by one of Faustite’s boys. He’d checked on the poor agent heKd rescued on his back. He’d nodded to Niter as he left with the group.
His cat’s curiosity, unfortunately, caused him to linger a second too long.
“What is that aura?” It was dazzling and coming from where he had left the general-king. “… oh for the love of —”
And suddenly he was being hit with a million arrows coming from the sky. He was getting the hell out of here. He’d ask Faustite what the ******** happened later.
Antares, Super Senshi of Scorpions Location: B1 ---> B3 Action: Still looking for her team members
The sudden rush of power rapidly filling the area and combatting the General-King for 'wholly s**t that's some strength' had Antares' head whip around to try to see what, or rather who, was causing that. It was order. It had all the markings of order and it was a kind of aura she had felt rather recently, and yet it was distinctly different... it wasn't Ida that was for sure. But some other Princess, or prince but that didn't really seem likely, had stepped onto the battle field.
The blonde senshi might have been distracted for a second but she wasn't that distracted. Antares had caught movement out of the corner of her eye and was about to address it, figuring she would have to take the strike that was coming but knew that she could handle the pain, but before she could even react properly ghostly arrows fell from the sky. The first one struck the officer, driving a pained sound from her, then the second and a third. By then Antares had tried to duck as well but it didn't take more then a moment for her to jump to some conclusions; chaos homing arrows! Sweet!
And yet the lieutenant was persistent, she had to give her credit. Even in obvious pain, giving zombie noises she was making, the officer was still trying to come after Antares. Once again she slapped away the grabby hand but unlike last time she came in close and sunk a fist into the lieutenant's gut. She had some force behind it but not as much as she could have as a Super Senshi, just enough to send the officer to the ground. "Stay down. Your out of your league in both skill and power." Antares told the other female before stepping away from the prone officer. She still had her team to find and babying a negaverse officer wasn't doing a damn thing.
"Where the hell is he!" She muttered as she moved away from the burning bank and towards the road since it hopefully would be clearer to spot her errant page.
No matter what he did, no matter how much energy he applied to Cybele's starseed, he felt nowhere near the saturation point. Clothes that darkened stilled, then retreated, then burst out in a flurry of power that blew him back and out of her chest. Faustite's hand felt numb, stricken with pins and needles with an undertone of a dull, promising throb.
The b***h with burned feet emerged a ******** Princess. Faustite drew a breath through his teeth that hissed and crackled with heat. He tasted blood where he bit through part of his tongue.
She shouted something familiar and not, something that urged his blood to boil, something that set his feet in motion as he sprinted back toward her. Something that told him to summon up every last fleck of fire within his grate and soak their part of the battlefield in incinerating flame. Something that told him to cremate her before she'd gotten a chance to taste what that power could do, before she could join Ida and Lysithea and Ganymede in causing more problems for the Negaverse than they could afford to solve.
But he wasn't fast enough. Flame fizzled out impotently as unseen arrows rained down atop them, as they thudded into his chest to the beat of hungering teeth. "********," he cursed under his breath as he felt each arrow pierce, followed by a heat that spread down his vest and pants. It felt like her Eternal magic, though he expected that this one would last longer, would pummel the drive out of him if it could.
The building burst, letting out a deafening groan as great chunks of the wall and ceiling fell together in a heap. A new flood of heat covered the battlefield while smoke plumes made for the sun. Even the sirens wailed, drawing ever closer, egging him on to kill her in time for their arrival.
But there wasn't, time, not with the flight of infinite arrows barreling into his shoulders and back. Not with his legs wanting to give out as shocks of pain overloaded his nerves. He'd been burning for years; he knew how to hold in a scream. He knew how to divest her of the satisfaction.
The burning boy issued one brief order into his communicator — "Leave." Many had already begun to do so.
The sirens sounded closer. Faustite spat a wad of blood on the ground between them. He spared no look to the Neptune Knight (Siegfried) nor the Swan Senshi (Albireo), but trained his gaze on Cybele. Her appearance would burn itself into his retinas for all the sleepless nights this would cause, he knew.
"You've not enough light to protect yourself," he snapped at her before leaving naught but smoke.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2023 6:04 pm
Captain Reidite Location: D4 Action: Teleporting to Negaspace
Reidite barely had a chance to roll his eyes at the Senshi when some stupidly loud Knight came booming in--
But not just that… There was an explosion, both in power and from the building that was on fire. Reidite didn’t know what was happening, but hissed and tried shielding his face as he was torn at by arrows and teeth.
He had no desire to have anything to do with the White Moon since Cymophane was clearly loyal to the Negaverse, but now he wanted even less to do with it.
So the Senshi could handle the knights, and Reidite was more than happy to do what his General told him to and teleport away.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2023 6:11 pm
Connie, Squire of Chronos Location: A3 Action: Leaving.
Connie let out a sigh of relief, not just for when the General left them alone, but from the power that blossomed around them. She even managed to offer Perdita a smile to show she didn’t have any hard feelings about her plant being used -- it gave them a chance to escape unscathed, after all! But she was glad to have it back, and took it graciously and with thanks when it was handed to her.
Oh, but the bank was definitely being burnt to the ground. And there were sirens, finally.
She was glad that everyone seemed to be using this chance to escape, but she was sad that she was already saying goodbye to the people she just met and who were so helpful and nice to her.
Hoping they wouldn’t mind, Connie quickly reached out to give Perdita a hug, and then turned to do the same with Meninx.
“You’ve both been great. Thank you for keeping me company,” she smiled at them. It usually happened like this. She would meet people during big events or things that happened, but she never managed to see them again. She knew she could be a little overbearing, but…
Oh well, it was better that they weren’t uncomfortable. She would support them if she saw them again, of course! She was just sad that they had to part ways now.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2023 6:23 pm
Enceladus, Senshi of Reservoirs Note: Enceladus is a DSS but looks human. Location: E4 Action: Getting away.
Enceladus wasn’t sure what happened. One moment he could see the explosion, and the next he was on the ground with Bilskirnir on top of him, obviously trying to protect him.
His face flushed.
With anger.
At least that was what he told himself when he half heartedly pushed at Bilskirnir’s shoulder to get off him. He was treating him like a child again. Like he couldn’t protect himself. That was why the knight threw himself in harm’s way to keep Enceladus safe, right? Why else would he have bothered?
He was a charity case, if anything. Taken in by someone who pitied him for being an alien who had been freezing out in the elements by himself. Digging through trash to try and find food. It was humiliating and degrading.
He had half the mind to leave and go home. Which was just to Jack’s apartment. But as embarrassed and frustrated as he felt -- and flustered when Bilskirnir took his hand, which he was sorely tempted to yank away, but didn’t -- he shrugged.
“Whatever,” he mumbled childishly. Which was probably why he was treated like one. But he was curious as to why Bilskirnir wasn’t planning on going home immediately…
EXIT
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2023 6:38 pm
Reims, Page of Ganymede Location: E3 Action: On the defensive.
Reims wanted to turn and check on the puppy Senshi who was now whining and rolling around like a dog, but his attention was quickly focused on a guy with stronger Chaos power in front of Stirling… and a Senshi with a sickeningly dark aura.
For a moment, it looked like things were fine. The General jerked away and left--
But Stirling collapsed.
“What’s wrong with her?” he asked in surprised alarm, trotting over to the rest of them, but had his letter opener at the ready in case the Senshi thought about doing anything.
“What did he do to her?” he snapped after looking over Stirling’s unconscious form, quickly moving so he could try and shove the Senshi (Mizuki) back. He didn’t want her near Stirling while they were trying to find out what was wrong with her.
"Bloody Hell!" Sigiriya yelped when someone showed up and shouted at them to get out. He wasn't expecting yet another popcorn eater, theater watching person let alone that person yelling at everyone to scatter. The page staggered back and disengaged from the corrupt as the new comer came in fast. It took a little bit for Sig to understand that the new person was a knight, Jupiter actually if he got the uniform color and idea right, which meant he wasn't a threat. He was there to help.
Before he could do anything else a freaking General showed up and informed everyone they needed to leave as well before just disappearing. That's when he picked up the sound of the sirens in the distance. A glance over at the bank reveled the reason for the approach of the sirens. "Antares," He muttered, taking an aborted step towards the bank.
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Squire Tortuga of Jupiter Location: Moving from E3 to D4 Action:
There were people fighting, yelling, shouting, screams. People every which way, at least that's how it seemed to him. Between the fire, the smoke, and the chaos of the situation it was hard to determine anything but there was one thing he did know, stay as far away from the General-King's aura that he could. But then two things happened, the first was someone bellowing 'Leave this area, now' which made him look in that direction, the second was a wash of order aura, just as strong as what he had felt once before from Castor. They had someone there that could counter the nega's trump card, and a flash of purple in the direction of the bellow had him running in that direction.
As he got closer he breathed a little easier since there, rather bedraggled looking, stood the page he had been looking for. Maybe not in the best predicament since he was rather out numbered but another Jupiter knight was there assisting the wayward guy. He arrived just as the General showed up... then disappeared. Power wise they were still outnumbered but the chaotic auras around them were rapidly fading which meant they were in retreat, including a few of the ones that were there with them. "She is fine," He assured the younger man even when he wasn't sure himself. He just knew his niece was a survivor so she was out there somewhere.
"We should head out as well. Civs should be here post hast and we don't want to be here when they show up," He said to the Knight. Tortuga might have wanted to get out of there but he was still keeping an eye on the others, willing to fight their way out if that's what it took, but not willing to engage unless that's what it came down to.
((TL/DR: Sig is letting Sess take the lead in the fight and Tortuga shows up to basically be like 'we got to go ya'll'))
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2023 6:52 pm
Ephesus, Knight of the Moon Location: E3 Action: Distraught
No…
No, no, no…
Tears were already pouring down Effie’s face as he tried to leap forward and catch Stirling before she hit the ground. Even with the sirens deafeningly loud in his ears, he didn’t want this.
He was feeling so overwhelmed that even if he didn’t want to cry, if he wanted to be strong and brave, he didn’t think he could have managed.
His hands were shaking as he held tightly to his honey dipper staff, and desperately tapped into the magic it held. Surely he would be able to help her, right? She wasn’t unconscious because--
“Please,” he sobbed, reaching to clutch at her pretty knight clothes. “Wake up. Please wake up. Please.”
Maybe--
Maybe someone else could help? Someone must know how to help her.
He quickly looked around him. At the other young knights, the young Corrupted Senshi who had been trying to stop the General. He could barely see them through the tears as he sobbed. The tiger had disappeared. He felt broken and desperate.
“Mary--” he called to Amarynthos, because his boyfriend was so clever and wise, surely he would know what to do or--
“Daddy--” he sobbed harder, his voice breaking, when he caught sight of Alastor’s sleeves, which were just blurs, but he knew them. “Help her, please. Please.” Alastor had lived for a thousand years. Surely he knew what to do to help her, right?
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Knight Magic:
Channeled with the power of hope, Ephesus uses his magic to heal moderate burns and wounds. The longer he channels his magic, the faster the wound is healed. Major burns and wounds can be greatly aided, but not healed completely. He cannot heal life threatening injuries but he can stabilize them until proper medical treatment can be acquired.
The person experiencing the magic will have the distinct taste and smell of honey. Those who are usually averse to the smell and/or taste of honey won’t find it unpleasant. It has a calming effect, and fills the target with hope that everything will be okay. Any anxiety or emotional distress the target is feeling will also be tempered, or eased completely.
Can be channeled up to 60 seconds.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2023 7:14 pm
Knight Pendour Location: D3 to Exit Action: Sweeping Kaifeng off his feet to go get him some medical attention.
A lot of the Negaverse agents were leaving, and as their heavy, awful auras left, so did a lot of the tenesion in the area. Things felt better, calmer, even as Pendour stopped her song. Nobody had turned into a youma, which was better than the scene that she'd been expecting when she'd followed Encke out here.
There was a girl collapsed on the ground not too far away, but Pendour tried not to look, tried not to focus on what she couldn't control.
"Um, I'd say you're more Murikabushi the kind," she told him, softly, as the notes trailed off. "Or the bold? The choices we make, that's not who we are. But we can talk about that later, okay?"
Encke's magic was helping Kaifeng, and she found herself going a bit wide eyed at the fact that he could heal. Had he always been able to do that? He hadn't mentioned it, but then, she hadn't shown him her own magic for years, either. Anyway, it was helping, but it wasn't knitting things up all the way, and she didn't think the Page was going to be able to get to the hospital very well on his own.
The other senshi was right that he probably shouldn't even be standing.
"I'm going to get Kaifeng, okay?" she told the others, Encke especially. He wasn't showing any of the tensions she'd learned to watch for over the past few weeks, and he knew Muri. They'd be able to look after each other.
"Okay," she told the Page, "I'm going to, um, lift you, if that's okay? One hand under your knees, one on your back."
When he said she could, she lifted. There was a steadiness to her grip, even if her fingertips stayed gossamer soft.
"We're going to get you fixed up," she murmured, and then she was walking away from the smoke and explosiongs and all of the rest, and towards a place where there were doctors and people who could really help.
