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 Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 4:53 am
Opening her mouth to answer Ganymede, Cruithne was interupted by the arrivals of more Order folks and as she blinked a little dazedly, she edged closer to Ganymede, ventured a shy smile at Athene and finally managed to get her voice working.
"C-cruithne," she murmured. "I'm C-cruithne. What's g-going on?"
Really, that was all she wanted to know at the moment. And it looked as if she wasn't likely to get an answer upon the arrival of a Negaverse Captain and her youma pack. Still... Cruithne listened to the Captain speak and felt her eyes go wide in recognition. That was a British accent! That, combined with the cold, gray sea made her wonder if they hadn't all been brought to England.
Still, location was irrelevent given that they had to fight. Kneeling quickly, safe for the moment behind Ganymede, Cruithne scrabbled in the sand until she found a decently sized chunk of driftwood. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. Straightening, she hoped that she wouldn't be entirely useless.
"M-my magic's not v-very strong," she whispered, hoping the blonde would hear. "I-it's not m-much good for a-attacking, j-just healing."
Fighting to keep her hands steady at the thought of trying to take on a youma with a stick, Cruithne very much hoped that the Captain would be very quick work indeed.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 9:06 am
Back in Destiny City, Harper had been working extra hours at the Ravenwood barn. Most of the horses had nodded off as twilight overtook the skies, the lights in the tack room not bothering any of them as she scrubbed oil treatments and saddle soap into a few pieces of tack. Janissary would probably wait for her like he usually did and cajole an extra carrot out of Harper for his troubles. He would be waiting a very long time. In the blink of an eye, civilian became solider and the barn became... somewhere.
Sailor Nyx let out an undignified 'ooph' as the saddle she had been leaning over disappeared with everything else, falling hands and face first into the soggy, sandy shore. The sight of her fuku's gloves pierced through the confusion. She was instantly on edge, scrambling to her feet. Being magically dragged to far-off places would not exactly be a surprise, but going there against her will was not a good sign. Even The Surrounding had asked permission.
It seemed a lot like Earth, which really did nothing to alleviate her worries; neither did the wafting stench of rot, for that matter. Nothing was inviting, yet it had invited her. And others, she thought, tallying up the significant power signatures on both sides that covered the area. Nearby, a pod of Order members, thankfully. Nyx thought she recognized Ganymede, a welcome sight. Maybe one of them knew anything about this ---- except that was definitely a Negaverse agent with a nice bag full of youma. Priorities, then! The phantasmagoria senshi closed the gap between herself and the Order force quickly. (And cursed under her breath at the sight of a chibi amongst them.) She skid to a halt next to Eternal Ganymede, now quite assured of the Jovian's identity, and let them know they had one more for the cause,
"Nyx here; I'm with you!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 9:29 am
The fact that their numbers continued to increase was reassuring. Though she remained unsure as to why and how they'd all been brought here (or where “here” even was), it seemed to Ganymede as if they had good odds on their side. Surely with their collection of Senshi they could handle one Captain and three youma.
Attempting a reassuring smile for Cruithne's sake, Ganymede placed a reassuring hand on the girl's shoulder.
“Trust me, healing will come in handy,” she said. “If you want, you can hang back and heal anyone who might get hurt. We've got more than enough people here to see to the fighting.”
Regardless, Ganymede didn't expect they'd get out of this without someone earning at least a minor injury, no matter the odds.
“On that note, if anyone ends up needing a boost of energy, let me know. I've got plenty,” Ganymede added, lifting one of her glowing palms as if to prove her claim to the crowd.
She paused a short moment to glance at the newest Senshi to arrive. Try as she might to dredge up the proper memories, Ganymede was unable to determine the Senshi's name until she introduced herself. Then she remembered the Surrounding. Wasn't Nyx Pasiphae's friend? Ganymede gave a quick nod in greeting.
Though she yearned to see at least one of her teammates, the group Ganymede now found herself a part of suited her fine.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 11:25 am
Asclepius nodded back to Pollux. "Indeed," she replied. "Glad to see you again, and in one piece. Hopefully we'll all stay in one piece while we're here, too."
To Methone, she quirked a brow, though not disapprovingly. "Same, and thank you." The Senshi of Medicine glanced down at her attire. She had been a Super Senshi long enough that the outfit no longer really registered in her mind; it was more like a part of her at this point. The flowing fabrics were nice, she supposed, now that the Senshi of Medicine was practiced in fighting without tripping over them.
As the forces of Chaos made themselves known, the brown-haired senshi offered a hasty introduction: "I'm Asclepius of Medicine. My magic helps your magic, and I also know first aid, to, if it comes to it."
Her hazel eyes turned towards the young senshi who was visibly shaken, and she moved closer to her to touch her shoulder lightly. "Did you say you're a healer? I'm a healer, too. We can stick together, okay?"
Nodding to Ganymede, she clenched her fists and crouched to get ready to move to attack or defend. "I'll hang back a little and help keep an eye on Cruithne?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 12:14 pm
Nodding to show she'd heard, she took a step back and managed to only jump a little when a new senshi touched her shoulder. Trying to not let her relief show too plainly at the other's words, she gripped her driftwood stick and gnawed a bit on her lip before speaking in a low, rushed tone.
"I-it's not v-very good magic. B-but I'll d-do my best."
Having another senshi with healing magic around would be good, she thought as she eyed the youma and Captain nervously. Less chance of anyone being hurt and not being able to help them.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 12:30 pm
"My god," says Cipritine, "you're all just littles, aren't you." She looked to be no more than twenty, twenty-two; but in the face of a mass of teenagers, she looked positively worldly. "Let me explain how this works."
She hefts the maul in her hands easily, too easily, and starts to cross the field of fruit and debris towards the group. "The General promised us her homeland, to prove her faith in the Dark Kingdom. She died. Now, this's still her place, yeah? She wanted us here, so... you lot should get lost and stop disrespecting her last wishes. You get me?"
She stops, shifting her grip on the maul. Before, it was a comfortable carrying grip: now, it's angled to swing. "It really pisses me off when people disrespect the dead," she says.
Rolling will begin in an hour and a half exactly!
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 12:34 pm
Soon the merry little band of senshi because a large group of senshi, and though Methone had no idea what was going on, she did follow direction well.
As a senshi of light though, her powers would be useless unless they needed a quick escape. Luckily, she only delved that information to Castor and Pollux, and they would see where she fit otherwise.
"Love her heels." Methone commented on the joining general, as her arm slipped away from Castors. The senshi with the more alluring bodice had her attention, and the game plan? Pretty sound in her opinion. If the stronger ones took out the strongest member, then the basic and supers could handle the weakers.
She left a lingering touch on the Prince, turning to Pollux. "Have fun cuties." And moved herself to the two healer senshi's, the one with her dark bodice must've been a dark mirror court.
"Good day pretty ladies." Methone reached over, laying a gentle hand on Cruithne. "I'm new to the fighting, but I think I'll stick to you guys and keep you safe as well. I hope that doesn't bother you?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 12:49 pm
Ganymede took in names and faces, filing them away in her memory in the hopes that they might prove useful at a later date. She returned Asclepius's nod, satisfied that Cruithne, the youngest of their group, would be well looked after.
Then the Captain spoke, and Ganymede made sure to listen. For a moment she failed to understand. It sounded like mad babbling to her. Soon, however, a possibility began to take shape in her head. A General who died? That could be anyone, couldn't it? But someone who'd promised this place to the Negaverse... that sounded like a Knight.
Ganymede hardly bothered to make a guess after that. The “who” didn't matter. The situation would be the same regardless of who this supposed General was. Or had been.
Instead, she rolled her eyes and nudged at a piece of bone with her boot, purposefully grinding her toe down on it. It cracked and broke, splintering into unrecognizable fragments. Ganymede winced in sympathy, nor for her enemies or her current allies, but for whomever the bone had once belonged to. She could only hope it hadn't been a human.
“Look at me disrespecting the dead,” Ganymede said. She found another piece of bone and repeated the action. “Oops, I did it again. Shame on me.”
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 12:56 pm
Natalie hadn't been doing much of anything. Her phone had been confiscated, her games had been taken away, and let's face it - there was nothing worthwhile on TV. The only other option would have been homework, but the seas of a Baggage marathon were still more tantalizing than math homework. "Who eats their own bellybutton lint?" she grumbled dejectedly to herself, laying on her stomach and idly kicking her legs in the air behind her.
Her baggage had been a little too much for her father to handle, it seemed. Only he could actually do something about it. Oh, double "terrorist" life? Grounded. How did that even make sense? Like putting aside the whole terrorist thing behind ridiculous, who grounded a terrorist anyway? Like that was a reasonable solution to anything. -
Then suddenly she was somewhere else entirely, on her feet and wobbling for a few fleeting seconds on awkward shell heels before regaining herself, her eyes wide as she stared at the group of senshi plus more and monsters and - "My dad is going to kill me, " she gasped out before she had a chance to bite it back, clasping her hands over her chest and biting her lower lip. Where even was she?! - what was that smell?! - why was she standing on rotten fruit juice?!
At least there was one person she properly recognized right off the bat; the only glowing gorgeous senshi she had ever met tended to stand out, even if it had been fleeting. "Ganymede - do you know what's going on? Is this some sort of BlackWatch thing?!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 1:23 pm
Athene had returned Ganymede's smile and nod with one of his own slight smiles, the smile still lingering as the purple-haired girl introduced herself as Cruithne although it faded at her question about just what was going on. "I wish I knew" he admitted. "One minute I was at home and the next..." His voice trailed off as two more senshi suddenly arrived on the beach shore and although he didn't indulge in Ganymede's eye rolling and what looked to be a 'give me strength' gesture, his expression did turn neutral and his eyes wary at he glanced at the white-haired senshi Prince and his super senshi brother, not particularly thrilled to be stuck in their company especially as his last encounter with the duo had been in a warehouse full of dead Nega lieutenant bodies at the start of September. And then the chaotic auras decided that this would be an excellent time to make an appearance, the source (well at least of those that approached) turning out to be a Nega-Captain and three youma. Athene glanced at them, then glanced at the Nega-Captain and in particular the large hunk of gold-capped rock that seemed to make up her weapon. It looked like something that you really didn't want to be hit with, but all that rock also looked heavy which was something that could perhaps work in their favour - because getting lost wasn't really an option - even if they'd been inclined to leave the Negaverse to whatever they were doing (and he wasn't), whatever had deposited them here had deposited them for a reason. He glanced back at the Nega-Captain a slight frown on his face. Her accent had been British, hard to miss given that his own accent was also British having stubbornly remained that way despite the fact that it had been over three years since he'd last been stepped foot in the UK, but was the British accent a clue to their location or mere coincidence. Sudden cursing made him realise that in the interim more people seemed to have arrived. The cursing coming from a blue and red-haired man, with the aura of a Squire and whose outfit made Athene realise that there were worst outfits to be stuck in - much worse outfits. He wrinkled his nose slightly, the only indicator that he allowed to show what he thought of the kind of unnecessary rant as he looked at Ganymede "Your plan works for me" he said quietly as he added. "If needs be and if I get the chance then I can try to trap her in my magic attack" before looking at Cruithne who had managed to find herself a stick of sorts "If any of the youma gets too close you can try to toss sand in its eyes" after all sand was something that was in abundance here and youma or not, Athene was willing to bet that sand in the eyes would sting the monsters just as much as it would a human. He looked back at Ganymede "There's enough of us here for us to clearly outnumber them" after all in addition to the cursing Squire, there was a super senshi that had given her name as Asclepius and had offered to stick by Cruithne, a senshi (Methone) by the Prince and his brother and a blue-haired senshi who had come over to where he and Ganymede were standing and had given her name as Nyx - that made eight of them to the Captain and youma quartet... At least unless she was hiding something up her sleeve, which she very potentially could be doing - after all this was the Negaverse they were dealing with and although Athene had no idea what Captain Cipritine was going on about with her talk of a General promising this place to the Negaverse and disrespecting last wishes, he did understand the shifting of her grip - had been in enough clashes to figure out that seemingly inevitable fight looked fair to break out soon and tried his best to be ready - after all if they could stop the Captain then they could help the others with the youma.
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shibrogane rolled 6 12-sided dice:
10, 4, 11, 11, 1, 8
Total: 45 (6-72)
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:03 pm
Cipritine's frown deepens. "Look at you, so bad," she says. She gestures with the maul, and on cue, the youma attack. Draconic Youma Abrudas [50HP] targeting Sailor Scout Amphritrite! [10dmg!] Abrudas takes exception to Amphitrite's extremely loud arrival! It flares its wings and, with a heavy flap, lunges forward to tackle the sailor senshi of seashells. Hawk Youma Taetrus [50HP] targeting Eternal Sailor Athene! [4dmg!] Taetrus is nowhere near as discriminatory. It sees the shine of Athene's gorgeous black hair and comes down from its predatory circling in an attempt to grab a hank of it. Humanoid Youma Digeris [50HP] targeting Eternal Sailor Castor! [11dmg!] The strange, stretched humanoid has eyes for one target: Eternal Sailor Castor. It flings itself across the space between them, elongated fingers reaching out for Castor's eyes. Captain Cipritine [150HP] targeting Eternal Sailor Ganymede! [20dmg!] The gesture that sets the youma loose flows seamlessly into the blow Cipritine directs at Ganymede. She's faster than expected, but the arc of her swing is wide. "They're your own kind, you know," she says through gritted teeth, catching herself on her back foot and coming around for another blow. YOU MAY NOW ROLL.
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eldritch stardust rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:25 pm
Chibi Sailor Cruithne - 100HP: Targeting Captain Cipritine for 5 damage!
It was hardly her greatest moment as the Negavrse captain and her youma pack surged forward, intent on doing as much damage as possible. From where she stood, still close to Ganymede, though a little set back, Cruithne did the only thing she could think of.
She threw the damn chunk of driftwood at the Officer's face as hard as she could. And then, mildly shocked at herself, she ducked back again, hoping that her magic wouldn't be much in demand.
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frayedflower rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:41 pm
Sailor Amphitrite - 90HP: Targeting Draconic Youma Abrudas for 8 damage!
The stream of questions had barely left her mouth when there was suddenly a youma barreling into her -- hard. Amphitrite barely managed to yelp out, "Gift of the Ocean ohmygodhurryoceeeean!" before she fell with the monster. It hurt, but not enough to keep her from flailing and smacking it with her arms. Maybe her magic was only a defensive move, but it sure made clobbering the snot out of the stupid thing easier than it would have if it'd just been her arm, right?
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:46 pm
Sailor Castor - 239HP
Sailor Pollux - 150HP
Pollux did not miss the motions some of his fellow senshi made and mentally scoffed at them. They had been summoned- pettiness could wait until they were situated and more on guard. A point driven home to him by the arrival of the captain. "Well s**t." He didn't bother refraining from cursing in front of the child. If she was a senshi, she would be exposed to far worse.
Meanwhile, Castor was busy focused on the more softer things, namely, the senshi on his arm. "New but not too new. Can't say I never warned you about the dangers." He was calm as the captain broke the starseed, only a minor tick in his fingers betraying his anger at the action. A soul, broken and shattered, just for what? Nothing but death and destruction. "Did I tell you about starseeds Methone?" He asked, refraining from her pet name. "Souls given shape- breaking them wipes a person from existence, from history. Perhaps the most violent, cruel and selfish act one can commit next to devouring it. The actions of depravity and chaos and a lust for power that is not their own. The negaverse in a nutshell."
Pollux stepped back from his brother's range, edging more towards the shoreline as he took a defensive combat stance. "The energy sensed and the blabber suggest we're facing a unified operation that's been planned for some time. Likely, they've taken up post further inland with active units at choke points and high posts. With the youma, they have the advantage of terrain coverage and versatility. We need to take care of this now, and get ourselves to an area we can defend from oncoming forces and scouts." Pragmatical, he waited, watched. He was not the fighter his brother was, not the beast under the skin of what called itself less human and more senshi.
He was the tactician, the moderator, and the planner- the one who'd organized others and plans as he'd done in the past when founding the Mercenaries, "Avoid getting caught in the sand- it will hinder us more than them." It was his only advice towards the senshi of medicine and the chibi, as well as the one who apparently could glow like they're swallowed light bulbs.
Castor just smiled, the predator, the blood thirsty bitter royal boiling in him. "A dead knight who gave their wonder to you- Perfect." his words were a purr, genuine pleasure at the information offered. Pollux just glanced at him, silent permission granted. "Gany, don't be rude now, we senshi are guests of earth after all." He smiled. "Rats and scavengers always swarm over the dead, the least we can do is put this place to rest as any decent guest or visitor would do. Last rights, hell I'll even give it my blessing."
He pulled his tiara off his forehead, grinning as the youma got his face, claws running down an eye and drawing first blood. The glowing disk was shoved ito the creature's mouth as he shouted his magic, dust flying up to mix with the sand upon impact.
"Sadly the only blessings ever made on Castor were made in blood. It's the only kind I know to do." His smile remained predatory, pulling his tiara back and cleaning it of sand while blood continued to roll down his face. The droplets mixing in the small granules to form a darker redder mud and sand.
[Castor has Used his Tiara Magic to auto-kill Humanoid Youma Digeri]
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iStoleYurVamps
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Sunshine Alouette generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
34!
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 3:16 pm
Sailor Ganymede - 200 – 20 = 180 HP - Targeting Captain Cipritine for 34 damage Ganymede had no time to respond to Amphitrite. The battle began before she could even turn in the Senshi's direction, and at that point it would have been foolish of her to turn her back on the enemy. Ganymede jumped to the side in an effort to dodge the Captain's attack but was unsuccessful. The large obsidian stone came down on her left shoulder. The cry Ganymede released as a result was more from surprise than pain.
She could handle pain. She was at least fairly certain nothing had broken, though she was concerned her shoulder may have ********,” she swore.
Shame on her, indeed, but not for the desecration—for underestimating a Captain.
Ganymede rolled her eyes at Castor but showed him a mock salute to acknowledge his comment. “Roger that, Your Majesty. Not much left in a bunch of bones when the soul's already gone, though,” she said.
She never took her eyes off of the Captain and retaliated quickly. There wasn't any use in holding back at this point. Best to get things over with quickly.
“Searing Passion!” she said, and called forth her magic on the Captain.Quote: The enemy is overcome by by a single, abstract desire. This desire manifests itself as a physical sensation, a heating of the body that grows progressively stronger throughout the duration of the attack, until the target feels as if they're burning up from the inside. They're likely to feel weak and disoriented once the attack has burned itself out. The attack reaches its peak after about 45 seconds.
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