It took Kairatos a moment to sort out what was happening. That the light wasn't a frustrating finality with a flood of youma as a punctuation mark... that whatever that meant, they were no longer in the Rift.
He had never been to the Moon before. He was fairly certain he had never met Cosmos, and, if he'd had to choose, he'd never have met anyone related to her, let alone the woman herself, as he was now, exhausted and bleeding.
...Then again, he reflected, as he sunk down for a moment himself, tile and gravel digging into his knees as he let the Code rest on his lap for a moment, and the arm he had been so ferociously clutching it with writhe with a slow releasing cramp... SHE didn't seem to be doing so hot either. What had it COST her to pull them free?
He took a moment to catch his breath, then stubbornly climbed to his feet again, holding the code in a slightly looser grip as he grunted his way to his feet with very little dignity.
Someone (Palatine) was asking if anyone was hurt, and just as quickly, her offer was accepted. Good, they needed healers on the field.
He could still stand, that counted more or less as a victory for stamina, but her... that faint aura... and he didn't even know where everyone was at this point, but he made his way toward the collapsed woman, already attended by HugBell, who he did not know. "Who is she?"
He found a spot to drop down again, to conserve energy. He half wanted to pick out some of the more obvious bits of scale, but he was afraid to just... drop them... in a place like this.
Another good question was Where were they but that was less important than... "Is she alright?"
She didn't seem alright. She seemed desperately weak and fragile, like she might shatter or blow away at a touch.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 3:53 am
Scholomance, Squire of Saturn
Perhaps he would have remained silent in his pain if he received no reprieve prior to his appearance here. He might have borne his wounds with little complaint, with gritted teeth or with knowing company. Yet as Scholomance suddenly knew the shift of decadent wasteland to impartial courtyard, all temporarily vanished agony returned with the force of their initial injuries. He felt it all at once - the flames, the acid, the strain of his magic, the endless wear on his muscles, the venom that nearly ate through his ankle. Each attack renewed itself upon his body once he gained tangibility in this place.
Scholomance therefore collapsed unceremoniously, loosing a hoarse scream born from the agony. He rolled onto his side without delay and brought heat-damaged hands down to grip just above his acid-worn ankle. The deathgrip offered little reprieve from its painful throbbing - blood continued to reach the area, and pain continued to bolt up nerves without delay. Still, gripping undamaged skin dispersed some of his intolerable tension from the far greater wounds across his back and buried in his bones. The entity that delivered him from the hells of the Negaverse offered no gentle reprieve from the damage committed against him. The courtyard offered no sympathy. And all about him, the White Moon and Knights discovered their own iterations of these same pains.
Cold sweat coated his face, neck, and skin where fire hadn't melted away the merocrine glands across his back. Reality grew tenuous, a delicate state of being that threatened to scatter like a spider's web in a storm. The sound of his own tormented groans overwrote the soft voices in his periphery. People spoke conflict.
They were safe, yet still besieged.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 4:56 am
Andronicus, Squire of Uranus
Her body materialized on the surface of the moon, and slumped over with a thump. She was no stranger to space, though the moon was new territory for her. This would count as the second time she'd been whisked away to space while injured. At least it wasn't sand this time, nor was she in a cast and sling. Argueably, this was the better of the two experiences. Easier ground, less major injures - probably - and with a cosmic being that wasn't the Code.
Andronicus probably would have tried to help Cosmos... if she wasn't unconscious on the floor. Dried blood coated parts of her uniform, though it seemed no new blood pooled underneath her. Several forming bruises took up residence along her arms and exposed skin. She wasn't in the worst shape of them all, but a hospital visit was in the works for her.
The fingers of her right hand twitched once, twice.
Sailor Skoll, Senshi of the Pack
Where there once was a youma, there now was air. Skoll just barely caught herself as she fell forward with the force of her punch. There was a sudden and distinct awareness that she was no longer in the Rift, or even on earth at all. The sailor senshi looked around, eyes wide with curiousity. There was one very tired looking lady, a lot of injured people, and... space.
Wait.
Was she in space?!
Under normal circumstance she'd probably commented on how wicked that was, or wondered how it was possible she could breath, or some other wide-eyed adventurous thing. Instead, she felt tiredness sink into her limbs and relief wash over her that they were safe.
Skoll took notice of someone trying to stop their ankle from bleeding and wandered over to him. She flopped down, pulling the belt from her leg and offering it to him.
"Use this instead. Give yer hands a break," she said with a nod. Skoll glanced around for Hati, just to make sure he was safe too. If he got left in the damn Rift... Oh there would be words.
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Sailor Chibi Iduna, Senshi of Apples
The blue haired chibi winced, eyes squeezing shut before slowly opening. She was... not in the Rift anymore. There were people around her, and sky above her, and no monsters. It wasn't Destiny City; the stars were too bright for it to be Destiny City, but it wasn't the Rift. Iduna slowly turned her head, taking in the area.
A lot of people were hurt. A lot of people looked like they were dying, or passed out. A very tall woman with silver hair stood panting, as though she'd just spent a lot of energy. Iduna didn't know who she was, but she was pretty.
She was so tired.... All she wanted to do was sleep. A stray thought crossed her mind, and she opened eyes she didn't remember closing. Cadmus. Where was Cadmus?
"Cadmus... Cadmus?" she asked weakly, head rolling to the other side. Where was... Cadmus...
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 6:10 am
Valhalla of Jupiter - Temporarily checking on Cosmos, then back to help Ganymede
Suddenly they were on the moon. Celsus had been thrown into him, and Valhalla thought he’d called out to him in concern, but before he was able to make sure the other was okay, a mysterious light brought them there. To the moon?
His question of how was quickly answered upon the sight of Cosmos, collapsed into a heap on the ground. Had she used her mysterious magic to save them? He knew she was capable of powerful magic, even if she was not able to fix starseeds while the owner is still alive.
Perdita, another chibi (Ambrosia), a senshi with white hair (Thyrmr), and then Hugbell, had already stumbled forward to offer Cosmos help. He could feel Ganymede stir and regain consciousness, to his relief. She had used so much of her energy that he was worried that she might not have the strength to wake for a while.
And then she managed to struggle out of his arms to throw up. He cringed and made to follow after her, but Palatine was quick to beat him. As relieved as he was that she was awake, he didn’t want to crowd her until she was ready.
Where was Celsus? Where was Gevaudan? The others?
“Hey! Be careful!” he snapped in distress at an eternal senshi (Aegir) when he took hold of the white haired senshi (Thyrmr) who had been offering his hand to Cosmos and pulled him into a hug. Valhalla felt a little guilty that he was speaking in regards to their proximity to Cosmos, rather than their own injuries. They were all injured. Those who hadn’t been injured were blessedly lucky.
Valhalla would have liked to celebrate, but the loss of life was too great to feel joyful. Instead, he felt empty, especially now that Cosmos looked on the brink of death.
He heard Kairatos ask who the woman was as he took a few steps closer to her, if only to block the others from stepping on her in their celebrations of being alive.
“Her name is Cosmos,” he offered softly to Kairatos and whoever might have been close enough to hear him, looking over his shoulder to make sure that Palatine was still with Ganymede, before watching Cosmos sadly.
“We should give her some space,” he warned, wary of how close Hugbell was to her, but knowing that at least she would be able to maybe offer Cosmos some energy. “I was afraid we ran out of senshi and knights like you,” he said just as softly as before in relief. Babylon had used up a lot of energy on Ganymede already, and other than Celsus, who was worse for wear, he couldn’t remember seeing any other senshi or knights that could give energy like that.
“Let me know if you need anything. I need to check on Ganymede,” he told Kairatos and Perdita rather than Hugbell, since he wanted her to focus on hopefully helping Cosmos with her energy. Now that Kairatos was there, he didn’t have to worry as much about Cosmos being trampled, although he did cringe at their injuries, Kairatos in particular.
Valhalla pulled away from the increasing crowd around Cosmos, but didn’t have the energy to tell each of them off for being inconsiderate of not giving her some personal space. “How is she?” he asked Palatine in concern upon reaching the corner of the courtyard. Another senshi (Myrrha) seemed to be taking up Palatine’s offer for healing, and Valhalla gave her a small nod in greeting.
“Heal her,” he suggested to Palatine since she’d offered, “Let me take over.” He moved closer to where Ganymede knelt on the ground, kneeling next to her and reaching down to help keep her hair out of her face as she expelled whatever she had in her stomach, his fingers brushing up and down her back in what was hopefully a comforting manner.
At another point, he was aware of familiar voices somewhere around him, drifting in and out, though he couldn't quite make out what anyone was saying. Everything was fuzzy and as though spoken from a great distance, wavering hazily through his already clouded mind so that one thing could not be separated from another.
He was not aware of anything else for what felt like a long while, though in reality was not more than a few moments.
When he started to stir back into consciousness, he wished he hadn't.
Everything hurt, from the top of Celsus's head to the bottoms of his feet. There was blood on his temple, on his chest, scrapes along his arms from Laurelite's scythe and the dragon's scales, and at least one rib had been broken from the impact of the tail and the youma's wings at it had propelled him backwards. His lungs were burning from inhaling the smoke, and the hem of his cape was frayed and scorched.
He did not know where they were. His vision was blurred, though it had become clear, after another minute or so, that he was lying on his back, though Celsus was not sure where. They were no longer in the rift, and the clogging, suffocating feeling of Chaos was no longer pressing down on him, which was both confusing and a relief.
How exactly had they gotten out?
Celsus's eyes opened.
It was too bright and yet the sky overhead was a beautiful, inky blue-black dotted with millions and millions of stars. If he turned his head a little (which hurt immediately), he could see people milling about, some lying down, others moving back and forth to help, low voices sifting through his thoughts.
"Val...halla," Celsus rasped when he spotted him, though it was doubtful that the man would hear him, his voice rough and raw, barely audible. They were too far apart now, and Valhalla was kneeling beside his wife, Ganymede bent over as she retched.
And behind them, collapsed on the ground, a figure in blinding white, several others crowded around her.
It made his own nausea rise, his head spinning dangerously. Celsus closed his eyes and turned his head to the other side in slow, painful movements and saw, to his great relief, Denebola, nestled into Altais' side. Both of them looked rather worse for the wear, but they were, at least, alive - and that was all that mattered to him.
Celsus looked away from them, and thinking - and existing - were too painful, his eyes fluttering shut once more.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 7:08 am
Super Sailor Eros
The place she arrived in was unlike anything she had ever seen before. Standing in a crowd of exhausted, wounded people, Eros stared about in confusion before her gaze rose, and rose... Rainbow head tilted back, the small senshi stared at the a dark sky speckled a volume of stars she had only ever seen in photographs of places like Alaska in winter. Hanging full and large and heavy in the sky... was Earth, looking exactly as it did in photos taken by astronauts on the moon.
"Where am I?" She breathed, awed and humbled and overwhelmed by it all. It took time before she could take her eyes away from the breathtaking view of their planet to truly take in the pale castle they stood in. She'd never been anywhere off Earth except Eros that one time, and there had been no stars there. This was so much more beautiful than that... save for the bloody and battered people all around her.
Eros frowned as she studied the faces, starting to connect some of them to a sense of familiarity. Some of them... yes, she recognized them from the portal!
"Oh wow! You guys are okay! We saw the portal collapse and we thought you were trapped inside!" She gasped out to the crowd at large. The only one who didn't look battle torn was the white senshi on the ground with the staff, the one everyone around her seemed to focus their concern on. Curiosity plucked at Eros, but there were already a lot of people there... no sense in putting herself in the way just yet.
Or not on Earth, evidently. When Encke opened his eyes, he found something rather odd on the horizon -- namely, the Earth, floating in space like an astronaut's picture. How exactly did he get to the moon? He knew he could transport to his comet, but he didn't know he could go to the moon too--
Cutting into his thoughts was a sudden throbbing in his arm where he had been electrocuted. Right. They had gone into the enemy's base.
Perhaps that was more important than how they had ended up here...
How had they ended up there, though? Maybe it had something to do with the person it seemed several people were gathered around. Considering he had no idea who that person was and there was already a crowd around her, he decided to keep his distance, instead gathering his legs to himself and leaning on them as he sat and obsered.
He caught someone saying the portal had collapsed. Had the ones on the other side of the portal ended up here too?
The youma finally seemed to fall after the exhausting amount of effort put into trying to take it down. Maybe now they would be finally able to get out, but what were the chances of the Negaverse not just following them?
The answer seemed to come when they all started to glow. Naturally wary, Sessrumnir prepared himself for the worst. He hadn’t been able to respond to Remus’s ridiculous comment, and it seemed as though he might not get the chance.
But, as the time before when they were in desperate need of help (although sooner would have been better for them all, but he didn’t know how the magic worked), they were whisked away.
The bright blue of the Earth shining on the horizon made it obvious as to where they were. They had been taken to the moon. By the ghost of the moon queen, perhaps? No, it seemed as though some white haired senshi had managed it this time.
Sessrumnir looked around for the others. He spotted those around the mysterious woman first, and then looked throughout the crowd. Valhalla went to assist Ganymede, and Palatine was offering her magic.
His arm pained him and was bleeding through the cloth. While it was good to be out of the rift, if some of them didn’t get to the hospital soon, they would probably be done for. Sessrumnir groaned as he allowed himself to fall to his knees and then sit back, before finally just laying with his back on the ground.
While the others figured out what they were doing, he was just going to lay there and rest.
He heard a cry as though from far away but wasn't very aware of it, his mind too slow to process what was happening until he felt hands on his arms, dragging him back. Thrymr gave a hitch of breath as he was dragged against Aegir's chest, the familiar presence of his friend washing over him.
Except he couldn't quite focus.
Except his head was still clouded, his mind hazy and confused, and Thrymr did not immediately react to Aegir's embrace, his arms pinned to his sides, his eyes unfocused, dazed. He felt, however, the pressure against his side and let out a small sound of pain, his feet touching the ground once more.
"A - Aegir - " he whispered, and it came out barely audible. "I have to - there's someone that needs help - "
He swallowed hard, a tremor running up and down his spine.
Well, one minute there'd been a dragon. One minute, there'd been glowy s**t too, though Remus was less concerned about that and more concerned about the fact that there had been a dragon trying to eat them all and well maybe he didn't really want to die -
But that was all gone now. They were no longer there, but somewhere else instead, somewhere a lot more pleasant, relaxed, quiet.
Well. Minus the fact that half of the people that were here were currently collapsed onto the ground looking like death itself had warmed over; and while Remus was not exactly feeling peachy keen, he was still in better shape than a lot of them.
Like the knight that was currently to his left, sprawled on the ground.
Remus crouched next to him, folding slightly smokey arms across his knees and reaching out a hand to pod at Sessrumnir's shoulder.
Eternal Sailor Aegir of Silence - Giving Valhalla a dirty look and discovering more of his team!
His temporary joy at rediscovering Thyrmr took a small hit when a Knight (Valhalla) snapped at him, but he simply gave the green-clad man a dirty look - he seemed familiar and he was with Ganymede...so was this her husband? Aegir didn't know him, however, so the most courtesy he'd extend was generalized...rather, he didn't snarl back for the Knight to screw off even though his adrenaline was high and he could have easily come to blows over Valhalla's tone.
Thyrmr was against his chest, trembling and speaking so softly that the curly haired Eternal almost didn't catch it. 'There's someone that needs help' "Did she bring us here? Is that why she's out?" Gingerly he released Thyrmr, but not before placing a kiss to that dirty, beautiful face. In turning so he was no longer facing the Earth Knight, he spotted another of the faction, but this one far, far more familiar. Scholomance! "It should be safe here, stay if you wish. I see another of ours that needs help too."
As annoyed as he was with Valhalla, he still felt the need to afford him a curt nod of respect - they'd fought together, they'd survived together. And it wasn't like the guy had been snapping for no reason...clearly he'd wanted to protect the beautiful, collapsed girl called Cosmos. Being annoyed was fine, being a d**k over it was not.
Aegir went over to where Scholomance had collapsed and was being attended by Skoll, kneeling beside them to help as he could. "Schol, I didn't know you were there too." He felt horribly guilty but shoved that down in favor of checking over his dear teammate and friend's wounds. "Jesus, were you right up front too?" To Skoll, he nodded in thanks even as he stripped one of his new, fluffy gloves off and wadded it up inside out, "Here, we'll use this as padding. Under the belt"
Since his teammate was down and in no shape to take care of himself, the blond went ahead and did it, pulling the belt tight against the padding around Scholomance's ankle. "You need a hospital. And healing." Wait, hadn't that other knight been offering? To Skoll, he gestured at Palatine, "Can you ask her over, he's in really bad shape."
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 9:03 am
Corvus, Eternal of Vengeance
For a moment, as brief or as long as it had been, Sailor Corvus had known peace. It was a comfort that she felt so little of, even on the best days; the sort of thing that reminded her of being wrapped in an afghan freshly crocheted by her grandmother, or smiling over tea and stories with a friend. It was enough that she had lost herself so deeply in it that it brought tears to her eyes when it was suddenly jerked away only to be replaced by cold, unfamiliar surroundings.
Corvus had been on her knees when the light had taken her from the darkness and she had landed here on her knees again. She lifted her head to try and figure out where she was only to have everything lurch as her temples throbbed. Just how hard had she hit her head when the youma had thrown her back?
The Senshi of Vengeance paused where she stood long enough to awkwardly find a way out of her heels, leaving them behind as she began to wander again. Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of Hugbell, a part of her relieved to see the Senshi of Comfort -- if it was actually her, and not just her mind trying to ease some sort of passing by showing her familiar faces.
Corvus shook her head to shed that thought. No, if this were the afterlife Alshain would be here. Saiph would be here. Her former partner would have run up to greet her, she would accept nothing else as truth.
When tired eyes fell upon the trio that she had accompanied into the abyss she felt a wave of relief, trudging towards Altais, Celsus and Denebola. She managed to stay on her feet for a moment before plopping down near the others, feeling (and probably looking) a good bit like a discarded ragdoll. She didn't say anything, instead slowly taking in the fresh air while she could.
He had noticed the light, but he had thought it was a magical affect to make them drowsy from some corrupted. It had felt like the first effects of taking NyQuil and he tried to push past it.
But then he was lunged through time in a way not too different from being summoned by the Negacerse and landed in te one place he really didn't want to be right now.
The Earth loomed wide before them and he stared at the woman who had done it crumple to the ground. "Great...." He grumbled before he too fell back to land on his backside and then on his back. He was curious to know that, despite being told there was no queen, a woman of massive power could summon them here. Valhalla was the one to say her name before he went to tend to his puking wife.
Laying there, he felt the fresh pains and aches of reaching your limit. The vial had helped with his side wound, but there was the hail marks, acid, and fire not to mention many other cuts about his body.
And all he could think was that the battle felt unfinished despite the fact the only ending possibly left beside their rescue was a sure death.
"I guess that is the end of that mission." It wasn't a visitors or loss, but there had been casualties and no side the winner. It was a mess, and all he wanted to do was breath and sleep. Most off all, he wanted off the Moon and back to his own planet.
From the ground he called out. "Should someone tend to your Cosmos or does this place have a way back? "
He turned his head to look at he upside down view of Vallhalla. "Hoe is she holding up?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 9:26 am
Altais, Basic of Shockwaves
His arm went up limply, then placed around Dene's shoulders like she wanted, keeping the girl tucked in.
"Hurts." He mumbled, "Everything hurts. Celsus okay?" The senshi looked over at the taller ginger, but couldn't make out if the man was truly okay. Then Corvus came over and he felt a small sigh of relief escape.
Quoting from Avengers, because Altais could only think of the movie in this very moment, he laughed.
"We did it team. Yay, go team. Anyone want Shawarma?"
She'd been in the middle of a fight when she's been transported, golden eyes frantically looking around for both the assailant and Cassiopeia who'd been helping her. Finding neither, though she was sure her friend was there somewhere, the Senshi of Pegasi relaxed a bit with a soft sigh. A hand moved to rest on her chest, helping her to relax some before she realized that though she wasn't in the Negaverse strong hold anymore she didn't know what she was.
Well, not until she caught sight of the Earth off in the distance. They.... were in space? How? Why? Her mind raced with questions and curiosity, as well as the thought that Cas was sure to go crazy with glee, and she paused when she noticed someone not far away.
How she'd missed him in the first place, considering his bright colors, she couldn't figure out but. He looked to be in pain though and slowly she moved closer.
