Hey look at that! He got a strike in! To be honest, he was rather pleased with himself, given the circumstances. Sparta was sure he wasn't really going to get another chance with the spear, given he could only do so much with it. That was fine. He had other methods of attack.
Sparta blocked the feint with the first knife, completely missing the second one materializing and slashing at his exposed forearm, just his body was encased in a shield of... chitlin? Then he heard the magic cast name and grinned beneath his helmet. Atta boy Athalia!
Blood still pooled and flowed down his arm where the General had made contact, but he could handle it. It would take more than a knife wound to put him down.
Kamen Rider Sparta adjusted his grip in a defensive position, then made to roundhouse kick Sylvite in the face, greaves out first.
There were so many noises around her, Wavellite could hear them, thought she heard someone calling her name, but her whole body felt heavy, heavy and tingly. Between teleporting here...and popping all of the marshmallows...she was too tired and weak to do anything.
But...there really was someone calling her name, and they sounded worried.
...That was nice.
It was so nice to be worried about.
And then the darkness claimed her and she heard nothing else.
Hopefully they won though! Ashanite i would tell her when she woke, she was sure.
Exit For Wave....Please don't leave her there when this is all over ya'll. She's unconscious for now! ;w;
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General Sylvite: F5 - thinks shields are dumb
Oh yeah. Her trick had worked. He fell for the feint, just like she'd thought her was going to, and then that left him totally open for her to get a hit in! Just to his arm, but still. It was something.
This was the strategy that she'd gotten her promotion to General for. Okay, maybe not the strategy, exactly. She knew that fighting still wasn't her specialty, even though she'd been practicing a lot more than she used to. Still, it was always a bit of a rush every time one of her tricks worked and she ended up drawing blood.
The rush ended when Athalia called something out in the background, which she wouldn't have thought much about if it hadn't meant that the Page in front of her wasn't suddenly surrounded by some kind of sparkly bug armor. Surrounded, specifically. Even his back was covered, which was different from the magic she'd seen Athalia use before. She hadn't known he could use it on someone else, either.
Looked like she was gonna have something to put in the database after this.
"One of these days, you're not gonna have your friends to back you up, bug boy," she called out, even though she couldn't see the senshi's face. "And then I'm gonna stab your face in!"
In the meantime, though, she was gonna have to wait out the armor on the Page who was still coming at her. She ducked under his kick, going on the defensive, herself. She didn't exactly wanna take a bunch of feet or pointy sticks to the face.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2021 10:42 pm
Super Corrupt Albite of Retribution - G1: With Marriage Murder on his Mind. Ceremonies tomorrow at 8. Ransomite can Officiate and Sign the Death Certificates.
"Oh, dear-hart, Cybs?!" made a noise like her wounds were a wound against his very core. All dramatic tease. Eyes wide for the background - tentacles in the sky - a fountain ringed by fire. Poor little *spots* - the prickly ones cute golden haired Senshi cast to the ground. Outnumbered - and maybe he should help him - except....
Fist - except ******** - carefully aimed fist that grazed his cheek bone as he drew his attention away from the sights in his periphery, and he couldn't stand to be distracted even though the dance felt like a slow waltz; like a build up in pacing. Like they were being careful because they weren't the only pair on the floor.
"Black is everyone's color" black eyes, black hair, black ichor that could fill a soul and mind and mouth; to drip through all the rest to make it something better. Bolder. Dark and sharp - like the ink on his skin.
He smiled for her, grinned and was helpless for it. Vicious thing and how she dissed him, and he ate it the ******** up because she had a firm foundation to stand on - didn't waver like some willowy thing - all the prettieness that adorned her and Albite felt it was a lie. Felt she should've been painted red instead of those stupid soft colors - would've ruined the illusion of it though.
"Bet it looked good on you too - bet it'd feel like "Choking Retribution" to wear that s**t again~" ink that loosed and snatched out. Lashed out for her closeness to bind - because if he was going to be distracted, then he was also going to be entertained for it.
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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
Ransomite let slip the chuckle that he felt well up in his throat. "I didn't come prepared for that kind of entanglement. So unless you have something stashed on you..." He glanced up at their surroundings but only for a split second before returning his focus to Læraðr. "Might as well run so it looks convincing for me to follow."
Basiluzzo saw the basic Dark Mirror senshi approach the two kids and turned, raising the hand with the rock to tell the senshi to stop and not come any closer. He pulled his arm back, preparing to wind up and let the rock fly if his words went unheeded as he reached his other hand toward the child who started to cling to him.
The approach of so much fire, however, caught his attention much more than the Dark Mirror senshi did. The rock went flying toward that ball of flame as Basiluzzo whirled to face the Dark Mirror senshi. "Move!" as he crouched to the child on the ground. Was she conscious? Watching the Dark Mirror senshi and seeing Faustite approach, he tried to get her attention. "Let's go!"
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He's watching u Tegmine
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Basiluzzo would like to swoop the kidlet away from danger!
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He promises he doesn't intend to let Tegmine do more than get her out of immediate danger aldkjasd.
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It's okay. Basi is willing to channel his Need for Vengeance into protecting the kids even though Faustite has no idea who he is lmao
He was definitely being more of a hindrance. At least, where he was. Phaethon backed away, putting not only a squire but more distance between himself and the captain trying to puree his face. No one was seriously injured enough for him to be any use healing--
Phaethon swore, flung something--a rock or small branch or something--at the aforementioned captain, and ran.
The space on the other side of the fountain felt like the depths of the ocean and hellfire and brimstone and Nembus felt like she was increasingly justified at keeping her distance. So long as she wasn't spotted, it'd be fine. Or maybe--
She spotted her opportunity.
Phaethon was running. Probably was smart, considering she was fairly sure that captain would be fine with attempting to literally take his head off--
If she was engaged with another senshi, if she were spotted, she would look like she was doing something, and it would keep her away from everything happening over on the other side of the fountain. Was her general running toward children? Why were there-- She blanked her mind out and bolted, bolted beyond the fountain and toward Phaethon the jester, and mouthed a duck at him before hopping up slightly and swinging right for his face.
Læraðr wanted to snark something about always being prepared, but really, they needed to get out of this predicament, and fast. So he shoved Ransomite off of him and hopped to his feet, sprinting away. He wasn't sure where he was going, just—somewhere.
The rain betrayed him as his feet slipped on the smooth, wet concrete beneath his feet and he went flying, sliding along the concrete for a fair distance. <********, that hurt. He barely registered he was near some other people, with the friction having torn through some of his clothing and leaving him bleeding, and he was pretty sure there was a chunk of his right cheek on the ground somewhere, judging by the sting. <******** class="quote">
Monoceros didn't agree with having kids around either—in truth, he'd hardly noticed she was one of the ******** children that thought they had to do anything to help because they had powers. Jesus, it's not like he was the personal babysitter for any of these stupid ******** home," he spat at the kid, "before you get ******** killed. War is no ******** joke, kid. You don't belong here. Go. Home."
And without stopping to see if she even followed instructions, he turned heel and ran straight for the large group of people near the fountain. Caer Sidi was in trouble, from what little he could see, and he wasn't about to let her get corrupted or killed.
He paused for a moment to assess the whole situation, braced for an attack as he looked around with pursed lips.
Psilomelane was too new to question anyone, including the Lieutenant at her side. She wasn't comfortable enough yet with her knowledge of the Negaverse to know which General to follow over the next, or to back up the Lieutenant's claims or refute her. Psilomelane kept her silence, dispensing no judgments, as she listened to the two.
But that topic of conversation gave way to action, and Psilomelane had no trouble following that. "Got it. I'm on the cat."
The blue-caped General was already on the Eternal, and Psilomelane had no business taking that one on (though the fact that the Lieutenant did was pretty amazing). Maybe the vague poetic justice convinced her, but Psilomelane left the senshi for them and went after Viatrix.
Psilomelane dashed toward the cat, twisted with her inertia and rounded a kick at her. She knew they were former allies, but there was no sense of recognition anywhere. Not from her, not for her. So if the cat went flying? Good? It was like they were never allies at all.
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Dark Mirror Tegmine -- C3
Tegmine wasn’t stupid, but he also wasn’t a coward. He knew exactly what he was, and what the page in front of him thought he would do. It made sense. Acubens had said that their energy was indistinguishable from corrupted senshi and negaverse officers. How would the White Moon know that all the Dark Mirror Court wanted was peace? Tegmine didn’t and couldn’t blame the page. He only wanted to protect the innocent, just like Tegmine. The child reached for him and clung and he drew her in, despite the Page who threatened him. He did, however, keep eye contact in a silent promise that he meant the child no harm.
And that meant protecting her from the sentient fireball currently heading towards him.
In one swift motion, he hoisted Charibdys into his arms and pivoted, curling his body around her to encase her as full as possible from the flames headed towards them.
The fire passes terrifyingly close to them, but it did pass. Still, fear rang though Tegmine’s bones. Acubens had been with him for youma fights and sparring sessions, but this was… this was something else. Like Charybdis, this was Tegmine’s first real battle. Unlike Charybdis, however, he didn’t have the luxury of childhood to explain his fear and panic. He was an adult. He had to keep it together. He gripped the child tighter, held her closer, and refused to show his fear so as not to frighten her further.
“It’s alright,” he soothed with confidence he did not feel. “It’s alright, I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
When he was able he twisted his head around to address the Page.
“I’ll follow you,” he called over the attacks flying across the space between them. Hopefully, that was enough to earn enough trust to stave off any attacks.
Empyrean kept a protective arm around his wife and encouraged her to maintain her distance. His inability to offer much assistance to those doing the fighting was a bit frustrating, but the practical voice that kept him cautious told him they might be more of a detriment.
If they could teleport like the Negaverse officers, they would have teleported straight home after receiving the distress call and sent Ganymede in their stead.
Alas…
At least Cybele and Anser both seemed to know what they were doing. That was reassuring — and sad, seeing as they were quite young, but he did not yet regret his decision to follow their lead.
While they were occupied with their respective targets, Empyrean looked for potential openings to offer what minimal assistance he could as a magicless page, while also keeping an eye on their surroundings in case anyone else should intervene. The central battle was still some distance away, but he could peer through the trees for obstructed visuals, and the shouts that often split through the air were rather informative.
Not to mention the additional auras.
“We’ve got youma on the scene,” he warned his companions.
Cymophane rolled to avoid the kick and sprang back onto his feet. If he could teleport, he would put a little more distance between them, just to be even more frustrating, but for now he’d have to make do with stepping back a few feet.
The smile never left his face. If he was nervous or afraid, he didn’t show it.
“Monologuing? This is called diplomacy,” Cymophane said. With all his cheerful chirping, maybe he should have been a bird senshi instead of a cat. “You don’t want us here. I don’t want us here. We have something in common!”
He spared the quickest of glances over his shoulder for the old Pages, but neither of them seemed inclined to attack him outright. There were plenty of distractions for them, apparently. Hearing and sensing that youma were involved now brought a miffed little wrinkle to Cymophane’s face.
“I can’t leave until ordered to,” he explained. “You know how it goes. I have to prove myself to my General or I’ll never get promoted, and if I’m never promoted, well… that looks bad. No one can really afford to look bad. Or maybe they can, I don’t know. I’ve never actually seen anyone get punished, just heard the rumors. You’d think with all the really dumb stuff people have done recently, I’d hear more than rumors, but maybe the higher ups are swamped with other things.”
angled his body for a quick look and a rock passed through his face, oh the snarl Basiluzzo got for that. He spotted Jet with the tentacle b***h, that was enough. The surprise and suspicion that her cephalopod companions remained was acknowledged, then set aside.
Tried to reach them, that page and all that snarl of human bodies, but something dragged him back. No, pushed him back, though he could not perceive a barrier. Nasty flame gout pressed its smoldering hands up, felt the pressure, but nothing else. He was still much too far to retaliate. Not close enough for Albite, he knew, but there was another solution at his beck.
Faustite pulled through that black space, spent energy into it to call a subordinate to the battlefront. "Nembus! Put your magic to use and interrupt him." Can't ******** give me a distance attack, can she.
So he couldn't reach them now. Couldn't radio to Jet to switch spots, that he would bake the tentacles if Jet would javelin throw his double voulge at the ******** kids. Spear them, get rid of them, break the tentacle b***h for all her grief, collect this useless Squire that was collapsed on her knees, pass go, give Axinite a heart attack, and drink some ******** wine.
In the space between that sensation of tugging and the actual tug, there was fear.
She seemed to almost freeze in mid-air, eyes mildly wide as she was blinked out of existence and was suddenly very much not in front of Phaethon and was very much in the dead middle of everything, noise and fire and tentacles and repelling and -- wait.
Nembus didn't realize she was falling before she did, and she haphazardly attempted to regain her footing but instead ended up half on the ground in ways she didn't intend and half getting shoved back by something she couldn't quite identify. Heard her general's words, didn't quite process them initially due to the general overwhelming sensations around her, looked at the burning flames with an expression that read blank before she finally managed to stop brush burning her calves and figure out what he meant.
Her eyes scanned the scene before landing on a transcendent knight with long hair that he had apparently decided on on purpose. And another page with long hair that he had apparently decided on on purpose. (Oh, yup, those were definitely preteens at best, this was going great--) Was that a Dark Mirror? Two of them? Wait, she was getting distracted. It had only been a few seconds. What did Faustite tell her to do?
Her heart was rising into her throat but she hadn't time to consider it.
Toward the transcendent knight (Whisler), she exclaimed, "Arc Burn!" and immediately felt something strange and murky between victory and regret.
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Super Sailor Scout Attack: "Arc Burn!" Prolonged exposure to electromagnetic fields can cause severe eye damage in the form of cataracts and corneal damage. It can also result in burns. When Nembus says the name of her attack and points at an enemy, their eyesight quickly grows rather poor, their vision obstructed by eye damage. Their skin will heat up, in effect giving them the sensation of a small flash burn, and their eyes will also feel the same due to photokeratitis. Residual effects are at the discretion of the player. (Uses: Twice per battle. Duration: 30 seconds Range: Localized)
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JK Bye Phae! Hi Basi!
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she would appreciate a warning next time, okay, jeez
Houshi nodded, sympathetically. Thiks whole thing struck her as a ******** throguh the fault of the person that had called for help, perhaps, but just because of the sheer sprawl of any large fight.
"Alright," Houshi said, thoughtfully, scanning the battlefield. At least Arsenolite wasn't doing anything stupid.
"....Should we be fighting, then? Since your side," she looked over at Arseno, "is here to ruin some poor Squire's life? Or is the plan to stand around and look pretty and hope no one notices us?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2021 3:57 pm
Super Sailor Cybele - G1
Wear it again.
Again.
Cybele's face went ghost white at that. Her pupils tensed into pinpricks.
Any banter died in the air between them, as did any thoughts about how it was such a shame that he was the way he was. So much for giving him yet another chance, despite her words. If he wanted her, wanted people, it was reckless to let him go when they had the benefit of numbers on their side tonight.
It was a shame, instead, that the others would be introduced to the dark side of war so quickly. Hopefully she wouldn't lose her housing over getting blood on her hands, but she would be willing to retreat back to her tent in the woods for awhile if it meant not risking herself or others ending up corrupted.
"Anser," she called, voice cold, as his tattoos began to move. She made no effort to dodge the bind. Let him tie himself up. The ink snapped around her wrist, somehow tighter than before. Concerning, but she had other things on her mind.
"This one can't get away right now. Want to do the- Hunter's Deadly Grace?"
Like old times, she hoped, as she struggled against the bond to get her ethereal bow aimed upwards. Not that she was actually sure what the old times had been like, but they had apparently involved some sort of tactics.
At least she was able to get the magic fired in the end. That should give them something to work with.
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Super Sailor Scout Attack: Hunter's Deadly Grace Cybele summons a bigger bow with three arrows. The speed boost they provide is slightly more noticeable than Hunter's Grace. She shoots the bow straight up, and the arrows automatically target her and up to two nearby Order aligned beings (including cats). However, if there don't happen to be enough Order aligned beings around, the remaining arrows will randomly fall, and can be easily or even accidentally intercepted by anyone else around, giving them the benefits. The arrows can target Order aligned beings within five feet of where they are fired from, but arrows without targets tend to fall closer to that spot. The effect lasts for 30 seconds. She can use the bow to threaten people, under the same conditions as before. She can use this attack twice per battle.
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DMS Sansuna - F5
Well, she'd say one thing for the guy: he definitely took his vanguard role seriously. The flashing light and crackling behind him had to have caught Athalia's attention, but he was obviously more concerned with protecting his comrades. Understandably so, if that was a page fighting a general with a pointy stick. Guy had guts, that was for sure. All that was to say... surefire hit.
"Should've moved," she muttered, not knowing if Muscles would hear her.
Sansuna was pretty damn sure he'd still feel this even through his magic, especially since it was so volatile and she'd never used the variant attack in real combat before. Bringing all her might to bear into her lightning-ensconced heel, she slammed down onto Atty's shoulder. As the Dark Mirror had suspected, her magic overloaded and exploded outward with a sharp peal of thunder accompanied by a flash of light.
The feedback sent the senshi tumbling uncontrollably back through the air; right into a second stream of bubbles from Pop Rocks off to the side. It'd been the right decision to change targets, as Sansuna was now sure Deneb was shielded, and the magic didn't necessarily hurt per se. More uncomfortable than anything. What was going to be annoying was all the bruises the bubbles left upon impact.
The combination of the explosion and Deneb's bubbles hurled Sansuna to the ground at speed, where she hit hard and rolled a few times before finally sliding to a stop. What a kick, even her own leg had gone momentarily numb. Hopefully it'd done something, because she could feel only the barest prickle of her levin along her arm hairs. It wouldn't be usable again any time soon, so she'd have to rely on pure brute force from here on.
Guard up. There were still three White Moon and the general, Face Mitt seemed to have sprinted off elsewhere. Not that she even really knew or trusted most of her fellow Dark Mirror Court, she'd remain wary of the otherwise engaged general. Herc and Bubbles it was then.
