Captain Prehnite HP: 19/75 DMG: Panic Called 4 Youma to help - Taking the two Senshi with him - Leaving 3 youma to save 9 others - Ready to GTFO
The chaos shunted away in another direction that made everything lurch unpleasantly as his body became his own once more. Wracked shudder, the agonizing burn as the scale fell from his body and dissolved into ash. In panicked agony he instinctively shot out to command the few retreating youma that passed before him; instinctual to try and avoid being trampled anymore now that he had his mind and his words to avail him of his circumstances.
A single large one stopped before the trio, as the other three fled to cater to other agents. The beast listless white, nearly albino with piecing red eyes and a large, bulbous, cragulous body - spine covered legs aplenty to cling and crawl with. Good enough - he cared little for its form so long as it had the capacity to carry them out.
Groaned, half conscious and panting around the pressure he had to put to the pulsing bleed of his own shoulder while he looked helplessly to the two Senshi beside him. The frost blue clothed Senshi, and blackred robed Senshi from the caves before. Mari - Meri? Something - and he could only look up to her from where he sat humbled in the dirt and plead a croaked “Please....” asked the pair of them to take the youma, take him with it, take charge. He wasn’t above begging at that point. Wasn’t above the dirt and mulch thinking of his shed form.
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As Albite rounded up on the ledge and friendly batches of youma that suddenly stood in waiting, he decided he was taking the godsend of a youma leg with him. Heeded the commands echoed through the com devices, but also paused briefly and used the sash of his uniform to strap the bug-leg-thing to his back like a claymore, tied it tightly about his personage just before he looked up to take stock of the others.
Saw Faustite - <******** finally- didn’t wait this time to do what he’d wanted since he’d seen him at the base camp. Hauled him into his arms and hugged him, heaved a sigh of relief for finally having him there. Safe and alive, even if he looked half mangled, exhausted and dimmed. Didn’t matter. “We’re leaving now, yeah, kay? Good!” And his tone brooked little argument. Glint with steel of command, because he’d be ******** if he’d leave his people again - his General - his girl - to stand around and just..
Yeah - no.
“Get’here Goat!” Yanked it down by its mantle of horn, had it bend a little to make the assent onto its overlarge back easier. An simple enough thing, to heave himself and Faustite up onto the back of the creature then.
Tucked Faustite into place against himself like he was afraid he’d drift through his hold like so much ash - would’ve kicked the goat into gear over the side if he hadn’t caught sight of a short crop of ocean spring and purple hues - just barely standing out amongst the smattering of agents and straggling youma - Bossette?
“Hey Nembus!! C’mon Bossette, we got ourselves a ride outta here, let’s move!” Shouted loudly, because he needed her to hear him and be quick about it, because they really had to leave while they could. Made himself ignore the clenching whine of a thing in his gut that he didn’t see Ransomite or Thorite, hoped they’d found each other, hoped they’d taken a youma and fled with it.
“C’mon - goatem’s got room on him for one more, and the space has got your name on it.” Softer and he yanked the creature to turn and offer its side for her to climb up on - imploring look and beseeching grin that held tension at its edges. Held all of his concern, as he held Faustite anchored in his lap - arm cinched around his General, because he wasn’t letting him loose for s**t - not until they were down and out of the rift.
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Sup Bossette nice scales - let’s bounce up outta here!
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2021 5:40 am
General Lopezite HP: 68 Youma: 6 [keeping one for himself and Kama, sending others out]
Lopezite acquired scales!
It was a bit difficult to hear Kamacite’s soft voice over the roar of youma and commands and crumbling paths, but Lopezite was close enough that he could make out enough of it.
It was a strange place to protest help, and Lopezite already suspected Kamacite would have had issues trying to climb on his own.
He nodded to Lavendulan, because they didn’t really have time to be picky with whatever youma they secured. If she had one that could get her down in one piece, she should take it; he didn’t have any intention of abandoning Kamacite to fend for himself. Especially because he’d finally acknowledged that he had an injury that was limiting his ability to function.
“Go, we’ll keep up with you,” he promised. There were enough youma that he had plenty to choose from--assuming he could bend any to his will.
It was easier now than it had been before, maybe because the youma weren’t focused or because he was more focused. Upon his command, a gangly youma scurried to a stop next to him. It was broad enough for two people to fit on, and it seemed to move easily on the unstable terrain.
“I’m not leaving you,” he said to Kamacite, and maybe it was a bit unceremonious for him to lift him up and settle him on the youma before moving onto it next to him. “You’re not going to slow me down. We’ll get out of here, I’m not going to let you fall.”
In the commotion, it probably wasn’t a wise idea to keep his sword out; he didn’t want to risk hurting any of their evacuating agents. He could summon it if he needed it, and he was already on high alert. The youma started moving as soon as he was on it; he kept one arm around Kamacite even as he dug his fingers into the youma’s thick fur to stabilize himself.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2021 7:08 am
Lieutenant Carnallite HP: 28/50 Getting the hell out of dodge Carnallite acquired scales!
Carnallite would have stayed if the need was there. Arguably, there wasn’t much need for a Lieutenant beyond having another body on the field, another peon to serve as bait, but she could hold her own, and she liked to think the powers that be recognized that in her.
If they didn’t, they either must not care, or they were so used to having no faith in their Lieutenants that their expectations for her were low as a result.
Now, however, the task was to get as many of their agents and senshi out as possible. With a decent number of youma already committed to that task, Carnallite saw no reason to defy it. The battle may have descended into pandemonium in an instant, but they were not so unfortunate as to be stuck here.
Carnallite returned Bloodstone’s glower with a scowl, but ultimately did as he instructed, scooping up a few scales before climbing onto one of the aardvark youma.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2021 7:28 am
Lieutenant Roselite HP: 28/50 Mounting a youma... Roselite acquired scales!
Roselite would weep if that wouldn’t be a bad look.
All around them, Captains and Generals were commanding youma to aid in their escape. Some of those that had been turned into youma were reverting back to themselves. Somehow, the effect wasn’t permanent. The scales that struck them simply dislodged, taking whatever strange power they possessed with them.
He would think more on that at the next opportunity, but in staring through the crowd, Roselite saw Bloodstone through the dissipating madness, with four youma to do his bidding, looking around as if searching for something, or someone.
“Captain!” Roselite called to him. He didn’t leave Benitoite, wouldn’t until he knew it was safe for both of them, but he turned to the General and said, “I don’t see any, uh…” Would so much as saying the word spider be triggering? “... any of the youma that brought us up here, but… we can take a different one down.”
Already, their comrades were clambering onto different youma, preparing to withdraw.
The sooner they did that, the happier Roselite would be.
“We should…”
He didn’t finish telling Benitoite what they should do; as a General, Benitoite would know that well enough. Still, Roselite felt responsible for his safety, in a way, having helped him through a panic attack. He made his way toward Bloodstone, encouraging Benitoite to follow him.
“I’m okay,” he told his Captain, though he didn’t know if he was what Bloodstone had been looking for. Roselite liked to think that was the case.
“I got some scales, Sir,” he added, climbing (a bit clumsily) onto an aardvark youma, before holding out a hand to Benitoite and asking, “Do you need help mounting, Sir?”
They were in danger as long as they remained here, so Roselite tried very hard not to think that sounded vaguely suggestive.
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Wanted to get a post in while baby is napping. Hope you don't mind! emotion_bigheart Feel free to have Beni join Rosie, or use whatever youma Beni might roll for if you'd like!
A lot was happening at once and, combined with the flowers blooming around his body, Ransomite had to take a second to take it all in after flailing at the youma hadn’t seemed to help very much.
He figured, as he saw other people getting on youma and getting the hell out of dodge, that it might be time for him also to run.
Could he run? Ransomite tried to take a step, only to stumble at the sight of his legs covered in thick woody roots with unnaturally sharp ends. He faltered in place, head snapping back up as the movement of more youma arriving caught his attention.
He happened, then, to see some of the other affected agents reverting back to normal—some gradually and others all at once. He looked down, his hands appearing to move more of those sharp root-tips around instead of his actual fingers when he flexed them.
Why wasn’t he turning back to normal?
Why was he still this?
Ransomite’s voice came out in a gasp again as he tried to swear while turning toward the youma coming to get them out.
Hopefully nobody attacked him, as the sudden movement caused him to grey out.
He was… perhaps more injured than he had thought…
Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2021 7:36 am
Corrupt Sailor Taenite HP: 12/50 Catching a ride with Carnallite, because he doesn’t trust youma not to just eat him if he was alone. Taenite acquired scales!
Taenite hissed in pain as he was struck by some debris thrown by the giant youma, but it looked like there were plenty of still loyal youma being called that they could hop on. Taenite made sure to catch a ride with a very pretty Lieutenant.
“Hi, I’m Taenite,” he grinned, ignoring the fact that he had a cut somewhere under his hairline that was making blood run down the side of his face, and various other bumps and bruises from the onslaught of attacks by the surrounding youma. But it wasn’t like he met many in the Negaverse who wore as little clothing as he did!
“Introductions later. Or never. I’ll hold onto the youma,” he promised as he gripped tightly to the back of the aardvark youma and did not grab onto the pretty (somewhat angry looking) Lieutenant’s waist.
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Youma Reidite HP: 7/50 Hovering around Cymophane to make sure he gets on a youma to escape, and will follow suit. Reidite acquired scales!
Reidite let out an animalistic roar of delight when it turned out that Cymophane wasn’t actually a youma forever. Which meant he was likely not going to be a youma for long, either. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t use whatever weird magic it was while he could.
“Get out of here. I’m right behind,” he instructed Cymophane, shaking out his great, molting mane and letting clumps of fur fall off. It was only fitting that he turned into this kind of youma, given his name.
He anxiously paced on all fours as he waited for Cymophane to get onto the back of a youma, and made sure any other youma trying to get too close met the unfriendly side of his giant paws.
HP: 44/75 DMG: nope Nembus acquired ******** was a ringing mantra in her head that she couldn't quite get out as she processed Jet's response to her communication - Faustite had heard? Where in this mess was he, then? "Got it," she replied, keeping the nerves out of her voice. She needed to get out of there, he was right. Stay close to the others. Maybe she should just grab Ransomite despite the fact that he seemed to have literally bloomed into flowers in front of her eyes. Would it revert? Was he just stuck like this?
Had she failed in her position as a super? Did she deserve her rank at all?
Was any of this really worth it?
Nembus forced herself to stop spiraling as she heard another voice in her periphery, couldn't help a small sigh of relief as she realized she could recognize that damnable bossette from anywhere, and turned her body to face Albite - and Faustite, thank Metallia.
"You found Faustite!" exclaimed Nembus, in relief, before turning back toward the - oh, was he fainting? He was fainting - "I have Ransomite here!" The flowered youma, that was, covered in - were those poppies? Some of those looked like some things she saw in the Sims game - snapdragons? "Gonna pull him over to another youma - ah, one's right here!"
The generals and captains seemed to be having a considerable amount of luck convincing the youma to forget the starseeds again and just help them out of there. Nembus couldn't be happier to get the hell out of this youmaification hellhole.
She hauled the dizzied Ransomite onto a nearby youma and hopped on the one Albite had apparently commandeered.
HP: 75 Damage: 1d8 Magic: * * * Spring Water Eruption! (3/3) * * * Raging Spring Water! (1/2)
HP: 53/75 DMG: nah it's time to leave
Fulgurite caught that Sylvite seemed to have beckon over a youma. Following her around hadn't caused him any issues so far, and what he was seeing was an escape. He jumped on it.
When the monkeys came over, he hopped on one of their backs, happy to let it carry him the ******** out of here.
Did he want to be near youma?
At this point, not really.
But he wanted to be out of the Rift even more.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2021 2:50 pm
Lt. Leifite - HP: 28/50 - 1d6 + 2 +3 (Tracking) Damage: Just run. Leifite collected a scale!
And we're runnning, and we're running....
Haymitch - Guardian Cat- HP: 16/50 - 1d6 + 3 (Tracking) Damage: Oh dear gods he's tiny again and RUNNNING
Running and trying to find Lionel please don't be dead please don't be deaddddd.....
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