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Sailor Deneb | 5+4+3+8 | Roll 4

In a way, things really started to come to a head when the monster became frantic and desperate, wildly attacking without abandon. Ideally, this would have been the part where they were really starting to make some progress, and be close to winning, and maybe they really were, but then also, maybe not.

The trees seemed to grow taller and taller, to where they closed in on the group, blotting out what little light there was. Incidentally, the monster, too, seemed to grow in size, like someone had turned its height slider all the way to MAX. Deneb frowned; this wasn't how she envisioned this fight playing out.

As the darkness spread across everything, everyone, there was a moment where nothing was visible. Everything seemed to go oddly silent, as if each person was trapped in a small room by themselves, with the walls closing in. The only reprieve from an overwhelming nothingness was the sensation of claws, suddenly, dragging over the skin.

And then, the walls shattered, and there was the sensation of being shoved to the ground, like the monster was trying to push them back into the darkness. Like it wanted them to be swallowed up completely, lost in it.

But then, even as the darkness seemed so inescapable, so consuming--something began to glow.

Each collected talisman began to come to life; the illegible letters lit up like tiny beacons, fighting against the darkness. At first, they didn’t do much--but then they began to brighten, a little more at a time.

The beast was unseen, but the sensation of being pushed, of talons on flesh, persisted.

Corrupt Eternal Kamacite | Roll 5 (Not attacking)

It was difficult to control his breathing. Kamacite was in pain and the sudden darkness and silence was doing nothing for his anxiety. He felt the panic start to well up, even as he tried to push it back. Hand pressed hard against his chest, ignoring the hole where his starseed was, he quietly tried to convince his heart that it needed to calm down.

This creature was nothing like the youma he’d encountered, even in the Rift. Its magic was something more it seemed. It was overwhelming and felt absolutely devastating. And once again reminded him that he was completely and utterly alone.

The sensation of being shoved to the ground made everything even more disorienting, but at least now that he could tell the darkness around him had eased up, Kamacite could at least open his eyes.

There were lights that some people seemed to have with them, but what they were he couldn’t tell. He wanted to get up to try and fight, to use the dagger that the blond General had given him, but he didn’t think he had the energy to move.

Eternal Sailor Oberon, Senshi of Adventure | Roll 5 (Not attacking)

“I’m here,” Oberon said to Pendour as the darkness enveloped them and their ears went deaf to everything around them. He kept his arms around her as she hugged him, and it hurt knowing that he couldn’t do anything more for her or for the creature that so many others were trying to kill.

He had every intention of trying to get Pendour further out of harm's way when the magic fell over them, and he was sure it fell over everyone else as well. It made him feel completely isolated and alone, and part of him wondered if this was how the creature felt?

Pendour was right. It was angry and cornered, which meant it was much more dangerous than it could have been. There had to be another way, right? Other than just waiting for the others to kill it, or for it to kill them?

Oberon dug his feet into the ground and his arms tightened around Pendour at the sensation of being shoved down, refusing to let the weight of the creature’s anger cripple either of them. At the very least it seemed as though they could move once more without being alone.

“Let’s get further away. Head towards the river,” he suggested, but wouldn’t move until Pendour was ready.

Mauvian Bernard | Roll 1 (Attacking) | 2

While Bernard had made it through not getting captured and managing to avoid the fog, his fat reserves had come a bit in handy! Though it meant that he had lost a few pounds. He would have to get those back! But eventually it all had to come to an end, and a tree had been the catalyst to do so.

Of course it was a tree. Bernard knew he couldn't trust them!

Even so, it meant that there would be a change and that change was seeing all that had been captured were now still alive, and even better they had gotten out of wherever they had been held! Unfortunately right after that they had been attacked by fog-copies of the creature that had been trying to attack them this whole time and while Bernard had managed to dodge most of them, another creature eventually showed itself. He wasn't sure if it was the same one or if it just looked like them, but he tried to shoot a beam at it, unfortunately barely scraping it.

It had grown larger, but seemed to be losing momentum a bit as it seemed to be going slower, but that did not mean it had lost any power, which meant that Bernard still had to be on his guard and do his best to help those around him!

Civilian Jacques Lécuyer | Roll 1 (Not Attacking)

This was done without a roll, trying again

DMS Basic Varda | Roll 1 (Attacking) | 7

Confronting the monster had been, of course, a bad idea, but it wasn't as though Varda had done it without thinking. She had noticed the others disappearing, but hadn't seen that much blood, at least not enough to hint that someone had been killed versus being hurt. But also she wanted to see if she could confront it and get away.

The latter part of course hadn't happened, and so she had been stuck in the cellar with more of the "missing" people, though she thought it was more weird that it was only them. What had happened to the others that had caused this place to be abandoned?

There wasn't much to try and figure that out however. The cellar didn't allow for any light, there were no scribbling or drawings from previous "prisoners" that would have hinted to anything else and they were put to sleep at the same time, she assumed when it was nighttime out and the creature had to leave. Whatever it was planning to do with them was still a mystery though.

And it would never be solved. There was a crash, suddenly some light and a hole to the sky and they had all gotten out as quickly as they could, only to be faced by more monsters that they had to defeat before they could go back to the village. Then the monster itself showed up and well, people were just whaling on it at that point, not even caring if they were doing any damaged because well, what else could they do? It wasn't until she felt the metal piece that she had been carrying in the pocket of her uniform try to "escape" that she held it out and it flew from her hand doing... who knows what, but she did her best to kick the beast with her heels, hoping it hurt it as much as they hurt her for these past 3 weeks.

Sailor Monoceros [Roll 5] | 9 + 5 w/ talisman!

Monoceros took a deep, ragged breath in when the lights suddenly started appearing.

So that's why he so desperately needed to find a bunch, before.

Something to do with fighting the horrific monster.

The feeling of the beasts claws raking over his skin didn't cease, even though he had a bunch still around his neck, but it didn't matter. The sensation of slicing was hurting, yes, but he looked down and didn't see anything, except for the slice in his arm from the sharp, broken tree branch earlier. Magic. Magic that could be dissipated. He tried to move his injured arm and swallowed back a shout of pain. ********. Okay, don't do that, he told himself.

He could handle things with his left hand. Being ambidextrous had its perks. He may not have been able to see the beast, but thanks to the talisman beacons, he could see where it wasn't. All he had to do was aim for the pitch blackness and hope he hit the beast, since he wouldn't hit anyone else. He flicked his wrist, opened his hand, and prayed.