Albite Eternal Corrupt Senshi HP: 100 Direct Magical Damage to Albites: 10 + 10 = 20 (All the blights are Dead on Overkill) Doing: Answering the call n finding his team! F*** the Blight!
The call was freaking weird, but Albite'd never needed to be called for anything twice. A weird time was often as not a good time, and for good times? He was always up.
The fact that he had stepped from his piecemeal living room and out into a growing pool of auras n ooze -- he should've been livid. Instead? He was ecstatic! FINALLY! A chance to get revenge for his garden, and his bird, and -- were those his boys!?
“Bonzai, you slimy ********!” in, and moving, and regardless of what squirmed into his dark obscured view; the Lash of Retribution! leapt free of his form. Eager to be of use, hungry for a good time, the ribbons of tattoos slicing out wild and snapping open the air before biting into the beings that'd sprung up around his husband n freshest love.
“Sup Firebrand, Helio –, shoulda told me what kinda party this was! I woulda brought more guests.” n the call Albite'd received? He kicked it straight back out to the team. Pulled on space n time to see if he got any answers, not a direct drag like his typical summons, but a simple ask -- A tease into the void like the beckoning fingers of a hand. If he got Fafnir, or Fulgurite, or Jada, or his most precious haybabyboycat...
His sweet little murder-daughter zuu-zuubee.
Didn't really matter so long as he got enough people to put all the nasty-plant murdering beasties down with a hefty sprinkling of Retribution.
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Hey fam!
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if any of the teams in the vicinity~ Albito' says hey!
General Prehnite HP: 100 Physical Damage To His own Blights: 10 + 5 = 15 (3x Blights Down!) Doing: Putting a call out to his team, and trying to find a way further in.
Prehnite hadn't been drawn by the initial flare up of Auras in the area, so much as he had his own continued search for the dead spots which'd plagued him terribly. Senshi and Knights fought, battles happened, he hadn't felt like being drawn in...
Until a familiar prickle of same he'd felt some time before. It had his attention. Had him moving until he was stepping through subspace and close enough to the desiccated area to see the swarm of rot that had piqued so much attention from either side; and in it's center seemed to be that girl again. The large gathering of Auras swarming her form, but more importantly? The being's that'd wrought havoc on all he held dear. Prehnite’s smile was wide n gleaming as he strode in, slashing out indiscriminately at the monsters that writhed into sickly black focus before him.
Putting out a call to his own team in the process; a simple text with a pin to his location and an offer to pull them in pressed onto a screen with ink-slicked fingers. He maybe needed some few weed killers from his lovely garden of ladies.
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Leiutenant Diasporite HP: 50 Damage: 5 + 6 = 11 (2x Dead, 1 at 4/5) Doing: Stumbling down a dark hallway and into trouble!
Diasporite hate, hate, hate, hate, hated these things!! Where was that snow senshi when he needed her? So he could throw her into the fray and let her manage it for him!?
He hadn't meant to come this way at all, it'd all been happenstance n accident, all the auras were big, n terrible, and -- and then he'd slipped in something n heard a noise and gone off running! Terrible show of an officer, but it'd left him standing before a building and catching screams of distress echoing off of walls.
There were certainly people down there. His. Theirs. Did it matter? So he'd gone in, and down, and in a panic found himself crowded by recognizable puddles that wanted him dead -- Dia’s little golden claws came out, glinting as they struck both monster and concrete poorly.
Anakeion Squire of Castor HP: 75/75 Damage to Blights: 8+8 = 16 -- all three down, 1 damage to Cepheus' second blight!
she said to Cepheus, uncharacteristically serious: and then Anakeion summoned her staff, gripped it like a baseball bat, and slammed it into the first thing coming at her hard enough it practically exploded -- and turned that movement into a swift sweep, elbow driving back into a second with Knightly force, and knocking the third one upside its ugly little head with her staff, clipping one of the ones going after Cepheus on her way.
"Ida! What the hell's going on?!" Anakeion didn't sound mad, for what it was worth, just trying to swallow her worry and failing.
(Every Senshi had to get their first real test sometime.)
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Sailor Cepheus HP: 50/50 Damage to Blights: 2+5 = 7; 1 down, 1 at 2/5 (Anakeion adds +1), 1 at 5/5
Cepheus, as it went, was a lot less confident. Okay, so she'd never actually really been in a fight, per se? She'd dealt with a few youma, but never anything alone, always with someone more experienced with her to help her, guide her, do most of the work. And it was hard, to get the information of reactions from her eyes to her brain and back out to her body in time, when fights moved so fast.
But if she tried to stay out of this and watch from a distance, she would feel so, so guilty. (And Anakeion hadn't even suggested it, anyway, and she wasn't going to suggest actually, I should get even less experience and you should go get hurt to Anakeion, because none of that actually had any appeal at all.) So she followed Anakeion into the fray, shoulders hunched, tugging at the wrists of her own gloves fitfully, and only shrieked a little when the monsters came at her.
Only a little!! She was trying her best, okay.
Kicking one away seemed to collapse it into itself (maybe she'd put more strength into it than she thought?), but that still left two more that wanted to hurt her; Anakeion's staff clipped one of them, and Cepheus punched out at it (thinking very hard about how she was supposed to keep her fingers), but it wasn't quite down. And there was still a third one, too... aah, this was scary! This was scarier than she'd expected it to be!
Delphi was finally returning back to Deestiny city after sleeping at her wonder and spending the day wandering the libraries, where she had uselessly flipped through various books. All she could make out where the occasional diagram or drawing of some sort. The words, like every other time, made no sense to her. She wished that one day she could read even a little bit of what the many tombs contained, there were so many books, but she didn't figure luck would be on her side in this.
It was rather disheartening that she couldn't read or understand anything, all she had were memories, it left her wonder feeling a bit distant from her at times. It felt like she still had a lot to work towards and without a princess to help, though she did wonder if Polaris could even help, Delphi was sure she'd manage whatever she needed to do in the long run. Whatever it took to remember enough - to read the books. She'd earn that right.
As the knight got a feel for things, taking the time to figure out if any chaos or order were near by, her ring went off with some sort of a signal she'd enevr recieved before. When she got to checking what it was she found it to be some sort of an s.o.s sent by a senshi. She knew people would show, a lot of people no doubt, so why should she? She didn't like people and she wasn't much for pleasing others. But she did want to help in the battle against chaos...and she was a knight and should live up to the title a bit at least. That was what had the Russian knight heading for the subway at Folwell park.
Headed for the park, as quickly as she could, the transcended knight glowed softly against the darkness as she joined those already embroiled in the battle. Of course Hyperborea was here, she was always involved in the battles, it was no surprise to Delphi that the other was a transcended knight...she was really involved in things. It was still a wonder that she'd transcended and been blessed by her wonder. Ignoring that she summoned her staff, just as several rather blob like figures appeared around her, and swung out at them with her staff. "Hyperborea, you better watch yourself." Smacking one of the other monsters surrounding her, aiming for it's face with a hard swing, as she glanced towards the other for a moment.
Kerberos was glad that, once again, Murikabushi was with him when he got the SOS. It wasn't even a question, there was no context needed--an emergency call like that was something he couldn't not respond to.
It'd basically be abdicating his position as any kind of magical hero.
And obviously he was going to bring Murikabushi with him--there weren't any Negaverse signatures on the SOS (though as he got closer, he was pretty sure he could feel a few) and frankly, if whoever had sent the SOS was so proud as to turn down help just because it came from a Chaos Senshi, they weren't someone Kerberos wanted to claim.
The situation, once they were underground, was....bad. Very bad. Ida, a giant monster, and strange Blight creatures moving to attack them. His eyes flicked over the group, settled on a man with a core of fire--Faustite. Kerberos grimaced, briefly, but if he was here and helping....fire was pretty damn destructive.
"Ida!" he called, as he brought his leg around in a sweeping, dancer's kick to knock away the little monsters coming fro him, "is this it? The seed?"
Briartite was pretty sure that, in their entire magical tenure, they had not felt a gathering of auras as large as the one that drew their attention now. Most were the bright pinpricks of Order, but there were a few Negaverse ones interspersed in there.
With a hum, the Captain decided that it would be quite worthwhile to check things out. After all, they'd gotten their promotion so shortly after being brought in--probably a good idea to do some actual work and prove they'd earned it.
What they saw made them frown. Some sort of strange monster, and lots of little monsters around it--as they moved onto the field, they brought around their bow, nocked an arrow, and shot in quick succession: one, two, three downed strange creatures, and they scanned the area for anyone they might ask for further information.
An all-call for help. There was no hesitation in Asmodeus's step; she went running for it as soon as she heard. And when she arrived, she could tell--this was the same as the strange rot she'd found on her homeworld.
Quickly, she whipped out her phone, sending a text to Hati and Skoll.
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Underground at the closed subway station by Folwell Park. Some kind of massive monster. Think it's connected to the thing on my planet.
She knew she didn't need to ask them to help. They'd come, if they could. For herself, she picked up a piece of rebar that was abandoned on the ground and swung it at the strange monsters that launched themselves at ********," she said, sharply.
An SOS. Izanami came running, unhesitating and sure. If someone needed help, she was going to be there to give it, and it even had the convenience of not seeming to be a Negaverse attack.
No, instead, it was monsters, and with a gasp, Izanami launched her magic at them, fire leaping from her fingertips with the new power she was still getting used to. Her aim was off, it seemed; while two of the creatures were reduced to ash, the third was still alive.
Page Antisana of Pluto HP: 50 Damage to Blight Monsters: 5 + 1 = 6 (4/5 & 5/5 still remaining)
Antisana tried to avoid most signs of Chaos, if he could help it. It wasn't always that he didn't want to be of assistance, he was just very aware that with his limited experience and abilities, he was likely to be more in the way than actually of service. That, and he kind of had his own demons to deal with, such that he didn't have the reserves of energy to tackle anyone else's. It wasn't negligence. It was just survival. Nothing personal.
When the SOS signal blipped a lit display from his ring, Antisana had already pretty much decided that because he wasn't in any trouble, there was no reason to go finding some.
Until the sender's name came attached under the beacon. Ida, Ida... He'd heard that name before, though he couldn't immediately put a face to it, so if they'd met previously- No, they hadn't. Ida was the name of the senshi Erytheia had spoken of that was investigating the dead spots. The name had been said to him months ago, and for all Antisana was aware, nothing was fixed. At least, not on his wonder, and not on Earth. But this girl, the one who was in danger, was involved somehow.
So he had to go find her, if there was even a chance any of her investigations had revealed anything.
Already with an idea of what he would be walking into, Antisana selected a broken wood-plank from the debris around the budding construction zone, strides long and hurried as he moved down the crack-strewn sidewalk toward an old subway station. He sent a quick message of his own to the only senshi he felt comfortable asking anything from, attaching a pin for the location of Ida's distress signal:
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Eleonoa, will you meet me here? Come prepared.
He didn't think he had to elaborate further, and there was hardly time for it besides. Antisana was near enough now that even his weak aura sensing abilities could pick up the presence of what must have been dozens already gathered: Order and Chaos. As he descended the stairs into the darkness, he was greeted with the sounds of combat, and just flickers and flashes of light to see it by.
When a flicker of light glinted off of something oily directly in front of him, Antisana didn't pause a beat to ensure what it was, and he swung out with his wood plank to bash at anything that moved to intercept him.
Fulgurite followed the pulse of Order at the faintest feel of a beckon because like hell he was being teleported outside of his own accord--maybe because he had a death wish or something, honestly, because why would he approach as a lone Negaverse agent, though he was information he guessed--only to come upon this room of darkness and monsters and the sound of battle. Not that he could make out much of it. It was dark and the best he had was the low light streaming from the top.
Was that Ida over there? Hmm. Too bad he didn't have one of those glowy bitches near him--
He swung around and bashed his fist into one of the ones trying to attack him--gross--and swung around to do the same to another before getting distracted by a nearby voice.
Second Stage characters and Sailor Cats should roll 8+1d10 for physical damage (min 9 damage, max 18 )
Basiluzzo hadn't questioned whether or not to answer the distress signal, though it did occur to him that it could be a trap. Instead, he'd dragged himself up out of napping in bed to join Encke in heading out to lend assistance. Viatrix had come along, of course. They'd even managed to meet up with the new senshi that she'd awoken some bit of time ago.
Basiluzzo did not remember his name. He had been very much deep in his nap, and his grogginess was taking its sweet time in dissipating. Of course, being attacked by the ooze creatures that decided they were tastier than the senshi being attacked did help in that. He swore and lashed out at the faint outlines of ooziness that he could see in the dark.
It was gratifying that the ones immediately in front of him promptly vanished, and Basiluzzo turned immediately to see how the others were doing.
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Sailor Ran of Games HP: 50 Damage to Blight Monsters: 14 -- B1: 0/5, B2: 0/5, B3: 1/5
Magical Direct Damage: First Stage: 10 + 1d6 damage
Ran was tagging along with the others more out of necessity than anything else, though he wasn't necessarily complaining that he wasn't on his own in answering the distress call. Sure, there were other people here, but he didn't really know any of them...
He needed to change that--
The monsters attacking almost caught him off guard, but it helped that one of the people he was with got attacked first. It put his attention on their more immediate surroundings as opposed to wondering if someone was going to run in and help the senshi being swarmed by the things--
A flick of his wrist, a hiss under his breath, and the pit that opened under the slimey... people? moving for him took two of them down.
They must not take falls well--
But the third one in his face was able to reach back for him, and he swore as he jumped back.
Encke would have answered either way, but realizing the origin of the call made it a little bit more urgent. Whatever had Ida reaching out to the whole lot of them couldn't be good, and considering the recent gathering of a bunch of them called by her about the blight...
Well, it was already a mess when they got there--
He caught Viatrix taking her humanoid form as soon as she notices the press of Order auras already on the area and he nodded his approval before turning his attentions to the surroundings.
Ran already had something on him and he beat it out of the way, and he swore he saw someone else nearby-- wait. He knew her. "Izanami!"
"Gather in on me!" Encke had a bit of a sparkle in his eyes as he swung his leg into a roundhouse kick against the blight monsters that had pulled in on him. "I'm a bit of a lightbulb!"
Did it resolve the darkness? No. But he certainly had glowing fingers, face, arms, and boots--
First Stage characters and Cats in Human Form should roll 5+1d10 for physical damage. (min 6 damage, max 15)
'Why do we even do this? Why do we keep answering these calls?'
'Because you wouldn't let me go alone. And you know you can't stop me from going.'
Granted, looking at the shadows writhing, Imhotep mused that Promethei might have a bit of a point. Not that Imhotep would tell him that, of course. He knew better. But he had gotten the distress call, and he wasn't going to not answer it. Something had seen it fit to give him a magic costume with magic powers. He was going to use it.
He did wish, however, that he had something with a bit more oomph in it than the glorified stick in his hands. No one was more surprised than he when two of the shadow monsters that came toward him fell from him rounding on them with it. The third one didn't look terribly happy about Imhotep's reception, and Imhotep had to scramble backward away from it.
First Stage characters and Cats in Human Form should roll 5+1d10 for physical damage. (min 6 damage, max 15)
Tikal had been sitting in a board of investors meeting when she'd gotten the distress call and had to excuse herself. Fortunately, there was an advantage to it being the board for her own business. She'd waved off the protests, insisted that this was important, and been on her way.
It had been going on a bit too long for her tastes anyway.
That being said, she was not terribly happy to see the situation she'd walked into. It almost made her wonder if listening to the same talking points couched in different words for the fourth time in a row would have been less painful. Not that she was given long to ponder it, and Tikal had to round on some of the dubious forms schlorping her way.
Seeing two of them fall away immediately was gratifying for her ambient frustration.
First Stage characters and Cats in Human Form should roll 5+1d10 for physical damage. (min 6 damage, max 15)
Yddagen was not naturally a fighter. He'd joined the Vanguard to be a scientist, studying biosignatures. Peering into atmospheric chemical analysis charts did not lend well to combat. He didn't know why he'd answered the call. Some sense of duty, maybe.
Maybe guilt.
Either way, he was neither thrilled nor surprised by the way his blaster caught one of the shadow creatures but bounced from the second and completely missed the third.
