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Metis of the Third Eye | 11

"Mind's Eye Flare!"

A brilliant white orb exploded upon contact with one of the fog entities, the light causing it to dissipate and vanish. A well-aimed white-gloved fist cracked into the jaw of another, causing it to stumble before a harsh heeled kick sent it crashing to the ground.

Realta called to her, the guardian's energy a beacon to help guide her. It'd been the Mauvian who had picked up the mixture of scents in the air, both of them perking up all the further when they heard Shaowei call out her magic.

Metis' chest clenched, a pressure building behind her ribs. She wasn't going to lose anyone else. She'd grown fond of the Dark Mirror Senshi, just as she'd grown fond of Elsa, and others in their odd group. The last nearly month had been... an odd experience, to say the least. She thought of them as friends. People with chaotic energy signatures... who would have thunk?

It'd been surprisingly easy to find reasons to smile during all of this. Reasons to laugh. She'd been all the more grateful for the Mauvians, for Athalia, for Shaowei and Elsa, and others. And then, a few days ago...

The pressure in her chest continued to build. She wanted to scream. A few days ago, after Shaowei had told them what happened, she had gone to the forest and screamed. But it hadn't done much to ease her rage, or her fear, or her sorrow. Her mind kept trying to swirl, whispering the worst possible outcomes--she'd shot each one down firmly. He was stronger than that. He was stronger than that.

Metis had faith in Athalia, that much she could say without pause.

Now the great tree had fallen, and fog entities were swirling around them, and people were fighting... and she just wanted to know where her friends, her loved ones, were. Fury fueled her, pumped her blood rapidly through her veins as she stormed through the fog. Lead on by a snarling, hissing Savannah.

Any fog monster that stood in her way, she took out. Simple as that. Fist, foot, makeshift weapon--she had resources. She was well trained by that point. And she was pissed.

"Nami, Shaowei!" She could see their standing forms, bright and brilliant against the odd, empty forms that their energies outlined for her. The energy form on the ground though made her heart lurch into her throat, a low whine managing to escape around it as she hurried forward behind the other two. "No, no, no, no." She crouched beside his fallen form, relieved at least that his light was still there.

Her hands were gentle over his arms and back, and though unable to determine the extent of his injuries and aware it was a risk, Metis forced him onto his back, gritting her teeth through the process. He was big. But light fingers fluttered over his face, shakey. "Athalia, you need to wake up. Please, you need to wake up. This isn't the time for a nap. We can all rest after, okay? But I need you to wake up, now."

Captain Seraphinite | 4

The fact the tree fell. The fact the earth opened up and the fog rolled in. Meant extremely little to him at first. Seraphinite's only concerns were keeping a death grip on Rigel's shoulder, and looking for Jet and Aqua. That's it. He didn't care for any of the other Negaverse agents that were around. He didn't even take a glance towards the knights, senshi, or Dark Mirror loons running about. The creature took people precious to him--or, well, someone precious to him, and someone precious to them, so by association...

Two people Seraphinite actually gave a s**t about protecting. Gone. All because of a god damn monster that screamed and howled in the night and banged on their doors and walls. If he could just kill the thing, he would. If he could torture it for information, rip its limbs off one by one till he got the information he needed, he would.

Rigel was insistent on them going to see the source of the crash and thunderous sounds. Seraphinite only went to keep track of the corrupt, to not lose anyone else. The only time he released his tight hold on Rigel was when he saw flashes of Jet and Aquamarine.

Right before the fog set in.

Seraphinite grit his teeth, summoning his swords and not hesitating even a second to lunge for the creatures that began to try their luck on them. At least he had something to vent his anger on as he tried to get over to where he was sure he'd seen Jet and Aqua...

Sailor Monoceros [Roll 1] | 2

Monoceros was really, really ******** tired of being here. So when the tree felled and a way out started to open up, he gathered the rations he'd made for himself, just in case, and started to make his way out with the crowd.

But, of course, it just could not be that easy, no sir, the universe quite hated making things easy and wanted him to suffer terribly for ever considering that it could.

He gritted his teeth as the beings began to appear, slinging the bag he'd poorly weaved over his shoulder with the rations he'd collected to free his hands.

"Okay, ********," he muttered to himself, lining up his first shot, "It's go time."

With a flick of his wrist, his hand opened and shot a series of quills into the crowd of monsters, many missing their marks. He cursed again to himself. All that practice, and he wasn't doing much! Damnit.

Just try again. He took a deep breath and focused. Okay. They could do this, collectively, he was sure of it.

Super Senshi Nephthys: 9+
Prompt 1 and 2


Not knowing anyone and having seen how some didn't get along, the senshi of vampires had chosen to sleep alone in one of the homes in the village. She had also tried to watch what she did and when she did things, as well as who she was around, she wasn't sure who to trust. Some clearly didn't want to work with senshi or knights and she wanted to void them, they might just try and kill her anyway, and it seemed to have paid off? She hadn't gone missing and been captured, unlike some people, but it meant she had a lot to do on her own as far as gathering food and water...and experimenting with what was safe and not safe to eat - with some interesting results.

While sleeping, curled under as many blankets as she could find and assemble on top of one bed, the senshi was woken by a thunderous crash that seemed to shake the windows of the house.

It wasn't the beast though, she knew what that sounded like, so getting up she decided to venture outside and risk it in order to find out just what had happened.

When she did find the source of the noise it seemed a tree had fallen and people were pouring out of it. Taking note of some of the people she realized they were the ones who had gone missing!

Just as she was going to say, or do, something the fog started to roll in and from it came little monsters. Pushing and clawing and she pushed back - smacking one of the little monsters as hard as she could.

(Open for interactions. I need interactions for her, pls.)

[Aimee Lacroix, Civilian || Prompt 1]

For three weeks, Aimee had been scrambling from house to house, trying to protect herself against the monstrous onslaught. She'd learned to fear the coming on of night; to assume that as it got dark, it was going to get terrible and scary.

Having dark come early? Having that terrible fog roll in on the horizon, and not being able to take shelter? That was the stuff of nightmares.

As the monsters popped up around her, Aimee screamed, and she flailed desperately, but her attacks--such as they were--were painfully ineffective. The fog-creatures advanced, and a cold chill settled around her, and Aimee whimpered, stumbling backwards and hugging herself.

"No, no, please..."

[Elsa, Dark Mirror Super Senshi || Prompt 1]

This whole time, Elsa was pretty sure, had just been building to this moment. When the monster finally made its move, and he was finally able to do what he wanted to do, which was stand and fight.

"Come and get me," he growled, and then he leapt forward, and he fell on the fog monsters that gathered around him like the monster his sphere named him. Punches and kicks and shoves sent fog-beasts falling apart, and even though their ranks seemed endless, Elsa finally felt a surge of energy. This was it. This was where they stood, and fought, and won.

Corrupt Basic Diesel of Combustion l 3 R1

Diesel jumped visibly at the resounding crack of sound that echoed around the village. He considered himself a pretty chill guy. He could adapt. He could still... be okay here, even if it wasn't home, and even if there weren't many activities to do to entertain himself. There were still people all around. They could find things to do. He didn't need to freak out. His family was here-

'Was.' Not anymore.

After he'd watched Nataniel be taken by the monster, Diesel's optimism had waned. It wasn't so bad when strangers were being abducted, almost ignorable, really. But his brother was a different story. Nat had said he'd be able to teleport away and find them, and he hadn't. It shook Diesel. He didn't reall want to risk exploring, anymore. He didn't want to talk to anyone else. He wanted to stay inside where it was safe, and he wanted his only other companion, Narcissus to do the same.

The sound made him pull himself from the kitchen, where he'd been wiping out a large pot from lunch, and he hesitantly went to peek out the door. A change was obvious.

Diesel had taken out his contacts once they started trying to meld with his irises, so he was flying a bit blind, but if he squinted, he could see things that looked different than the typical expanse of green he was used to. There was smog rising in the distance as if something had fallen. The trees looked as if they parted, and there were teeny pinpricks of light so far off it was almost impossible to see them.

"Hey, Narci. Something's going on out there..."

And even if he was frightened, they still had to figure out what it was. It was the greatest change that had occurred since they'd been here. That couldn't mean nothing. So stomping down the swelling anxiety and uncertainty, Diesel moved toward the huge, fallen tree in the distance. A river eventually ran next to him, and he was able to follow that alongside the handful of others that had also decided to make an excursion of it.

And an excursion it was. The river took them deeper and deeper into the woods as the sky grew darker, and darker... Fog seeped from the trees, reaching for the water and strengthening from it.

Diesel's heart quickened as it edged closer, and a radiating heat ebbed out of him as the mist coalesced into creatures. No sooner had one fully materialized before him that he whipped around, skidding to knock his foot on the ground and throwing a fist out to berate the foggy beast. The heat around him surged forward, collecting into his fist before bursting out and at the creature with a sound like a firecracker.

Sailor Scout Attack

Sailor Scout Attack ▼ Fan the Flames
Diesel must make physical contact with another person or object in order to use his magic. The energy expelled by the impact provides the necessary 'fuel' to power his abilities, and so the magic's strength varies dependent upon how much effort he exerts. Simple contact may cause a flash burn, while something more forceful could cause a contained burst of flames that allows Diesel to forcefully repel enemies. Severity and duration of damage is up to target. He is capable of activating magic on himself (by clapping, snapping, stomping, etc) to propel himself nearer to targets. He has thirty seconds from casting to make contact with something, but the magic itself lasts for only a single burst on impact. May be used three times per battle.