Basiluzzo & Stromboli (implied nearby presence of the Bell siblings (NPCs) + Safira (PC)--since they're unpowered, they're not going to be too present in this scene!)
The distress signal had sent Luke's pulse racing to frankly unhealthy speeds.
He didn't become Stromboli too terribly often. It had been a pure accident the first time, Luke half paying attention and grabbing a spatula in his kitchen that he--in retrospect--didn't actually recognize. One minute, he's making falafel. The next minute, his son and son-in-law looked at him with considerably less colour in their faces than what was supposed to be there.
It had taken a couple hours for Luke to wrap his head around what they meant when they told him he was a knight from Uranus. Especially named Stromboli. Since then, his youngest--Basiluzzo--had taken him on some patrols, and Encke had told him he had a little retreat somewhere out in space. On Uranus, specifically, which seemed fascinating to Luke. He was no astronomer, but wasn't Uranus a gas planet? ...Heh heh heh--
Focus, Luke.
He didn't know his wonder from a hole in the ground, but he did know that he appreciated some other benefits of this form and, right now, speed was one of them. 'Get away from my daughter you son of--'
"Dad!" Basiluzzo had transformed just as fast, faster even, bolting after his father who he could tell was seeing nothing but red. But he immediately skidded to a stop, whirling back towards where the rest of the family stood. "Mom! Keep everyone over there!" He didn't dare stick around lest they attract too much attention, so he was off again as soon as the words left his lips. He could hear some of them calling after him, almost using his actual name before his mother urgently cut them off and shushed them.
Stromboli arrived onto the scene first, swearing and arms flung out for balance as he tried to come to a stop. He glanced only briefly down at his feet before turning his gaze back up to what was in front of him. It took very little to recover his composure, drawing himself to his full 6'7" of height and rage in his eyes. Fatherly rage, as he looked at the people threatening his daughter.
"Get away from her." His words were a low hiss through his teeth, full of warning. He could feel how strong the auras were, but disregarded them for the moment. He also saw the senshi nearby, and she got a brief nod, but he didn't take his attention off of the agents in front of him. "You can't have her."
Basiluzzo could feel the grey hairs forming as he caught up--Encke was never going to let him live this one down, he knew it already--and took a defensive position near his sister and father.
"Nectaris," he murmured, with a reassuring nod. Wait. ********, wait--
Was that ******** Faustite? ******** goddammit hell, he was going to need to have a talk with Encke about that one--
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2023 1:06 pm
Waiting for people to show up so this would be worth a fight was obnoxious, but sure enough the White Moon started skittering about.
“Makes sense,” Taenite nodded to Nectaris in agreement. “You would be a butterfly. All of your kind are insects, crawling out of the woodwork.”
Taenite gestured to the newcomers.
Faustite was in no shape to fight, yet here he was. Albite probably wouldn’t want Faustite in the middle of things either, so either they make a statement now, or do something more.
But Taenite was tired of waiting for more little roaches to come skittering about, Taenite pushed his magic out towards the woman in pink and her little companions.
“Let’s see if you’re attracted to the light.”
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Super Sailor Scout Attack: Flame Vortex A large vortex of flames is drawn up from the ground, this time fourteen feet high and three feet wide. It can be controlled to move quickly across flat surfaces, and has difficulty going through objects, such as a car. While it is possible to dodge out of the way if quick enough, the heat can still be felt when close as one would feel real flames. While the fire does not leave permanent damage to humans or animals, clothing and objects can be left charred, and anyone caught in the flames will feel the sensation of burns (up to second degree) until the flames disappear. Players may choose to take lasting damage at their discretion. The magic lasts for thirty seconds and can be cast twice.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2023 6:41 pm
Youma General Faustite
Stupid ******** girl. Faustite stared at Nectaris with plain incredulity writ across his face. Why she would take this as an opportunity to stand against the Negaverse when she had no backup to speak of, and any of them could call down one of the Sovereigns to do away with her, was beyond Faustite's comprehension. They could all teleport. They could each starseed her. Even if she was transcended, one of them could break her neck. It wouldn't matter what she tried to do because she was outnumbered and easily outran.
But people began to filter in, as if already aware she was in trouble. He recognized the Super from the competition, though he knew nothing of this one. What did she call herself before? Wolfmother?
Then there was a ******** Page (Stromboli) trying to act like his presence meant he was anything more than a flimsy meat shield. "No one will take you seriously," he warned.
Taenite was ready to break the standoff, however, even as Faustite had begun to double over with his hands braced on his thighs. He felt dizzy for teleporting so soon after waking, and without any food in him, he felt nauseated as well. Heat rolled across the sudden battlefield from Taenite's attack, worsening his ill feeling. What a strange fight to have, though he supposed Albite needed it to self-soothe.
"If you get in her moon pattern," he warned the others between huffed breaths, "you'll feel like you're burning." Not that it was an unfamiliar feeling to any of them.
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Oh. Oh, that sounded bad. People had started to raise their voices at each other. Usually that meant things were getting escalated, and when escalating happened, it was either because there was an escalator or people were ready to throw punches. Sure enough, as he peeped around a tree at the distant figures, he saw some kind of bright, silvery magic followed by something that looked like a tornado made of fire? Damn, whoever that senshi was got way more useful magic than Niter's.
He couldn't muster the wherewithal to be jealous, though, so he just sighed. Sighed and resigned himself to his useless magic. It hadn't even helped him hide in that trunk, or got him out of said trunk when the driver tried to drive away with him still in it.
But His fears of being locked in the car trunk and taken away to end up in a human trafficking ring seemed distant and unfounded now, whereas his new fear of getting drawn into this battle and getting his a** kicked because a whole bunch of Negaverse people were facing off against a whole bunch of senshi and knights was now leading his decision-making. As far as Niter could tell, his best decision would be to go in the opposite direction as hard as possible until the sounds of yelling and fighting were no longer perceptible. And if he ran far enough, fast enough, he could make it home before he got too lazy to power down and take a nap at a bus stop. He might be able to take a nap in his own bed if he was an overachiever about it, rather than kick his shoes off and flop face-first onto the couch.
"Doyouneedmyhelpnookbye," Niter whispered to himself as quickly as he could. He didn't dare wave. Rather, he turned from the scene, tried to determine exactly which straight direction would keep him out of their sights, and booked it as far away as his spindly gamer legs would deliver him (which wasn't far, but he would settle for the nearest bus stop).
Let the fire play with fire -- let Faustite watch everything catch and burn -- the cough was worrying enough to catch Albite off guard, at least until there were other auras coming in to take his attention away from his firebrand's smoking signals. A flanking of three, four? Nasty of them all, to come along and ruin his good time, all uninvited n such---
Least, they hadn't been invited by him and that was all that mattered right then! As Albite stepped back and back and away from the glowing sigil of moon that became enveloped by the heat filled blaze of fire that was Taenites rage.
"Dully noted, Firebrand!" shouted above the din as he shot a quick flash of a look to his love, full of worried red, his eyes there and back in a glance, because Albite knew they were going to end this quickly or they were going to go home empty handed---Maybe it didn't matter much to him if he went home with anything at all? She'd said her piece, made an entire statement to the world. Maybe this was just him feeling the need to make a statement of his own -- in front of the people he loved -- in front of the family that chose to stay with him n didn't try and beg him into changing what he loved about himself most.
Asking Sylvite to die wasn't quite like asking her to change, was it? If anything he was being nice right now!! Being Kind---
Keeping all his precious little promises even as he counted up the bodies in attendance, big sons of ********, mean little wolf-moons rising up and howling out loud how they should be letting sweet Nectaris go--
Rude, the lot of 'em.
She was no sweet innocent butterfly, she was no damsel in distress, she was moons fire n butterflies grace. N'Albite was gonna watch his crew pluck her wings straight the ******** off...
"Sorry gang! But we called her first - n'fact? Y'all can keep your ******** hands to yourselves or you can lose 'em! How's that s**t sound?" Albite barked the words on the end of a gritty little laugh, then let loose, uncaring for how large and gnarly and eternal their enemies appeared to be. His magic was made for the one thing, afterall --
The way it tore free of him, ink, from flesh, from bone -- bleeding blacks and snapping silks full of be-fanged tethers -- the imagery of starving binds bound to his body and hunting for more bodies to tie the hell up. Snaking towards Wolfmamacita (Skoll), The Big ******** Meatball (Strombolli), some third who'se name he didn't know (Basi) not that it mattered, the magic would take whatever it could grab n hold, n then he'd take them for a ride~ <******** the Moon ---
All of Albites tattoos appear to tear from his skin, lashing him to his three nearest enemies. They weigh like chains, and can squeeze to the point of bruising. The magic in the tattoos creates the feeling of being choked and beaten by a heavy hand; giving an opponent the sensation of being driven down and short of breath. Albites opponents can still move/fight, but remain bound to Albite until the magic is ended, or the bonds severed. The tattoo tethers are still magical and so can draw no blood. No physical or lasting damage is done, unless the target’s player wishes it. The illusion ends after 25 seconds. In which the bindings vanish along with the sensations. Range: 15 Feet Duration: 25 seconds Number of uses: 1 Number of targets: 3
Passive Enhancement: Radons Echo
When Albite wills it, he is accompanied by the distant and unnerving sounds of a metal tipped skitter-screech. It sounds like an army of rusty blades being improperly unsheathed, the noise married horrifically to the the steady buildup of icepick insect tipped feet careening along a cliff-side. It can be unnerving and unfamiliar, and create a sense of uncertainty and dread. This effect is particularly prominent when Albite is using the Rugose Pendant. An item which has become part of his routine to wear for how often he uses it.
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2023 8:00 pm
Things were starting to heat up as other began to pop in. While he was ready to stir up a bit of trouble, his eyes strayed to the arrival of Faustite and the way his boy was braced on his own knees. The strain was evident and it worried the super. He hesitated with attacking. Eyes slipping to Albite who seemed to have also taken note of Faustite's condition but didn't suggest or move to help. Likely, his friend was too engrossed in the heat of whatever it was that had him summon them all. Biting his lower lip, Helio made a decision.
He turned back to Faustite, slipping to the General's side. "You alright?" While having Faustite here was beneficial to them all, especially with the suggestions thrown out about the moon pattern, Helio was more inclined to get Faustite out. Especially if things were going to heat up into a full scale fight.
"Let's get you back." He said, brokering no argument in the moment. This fight was personal to Albite, and Helio knew, once things settled down, Albite would be upset if anything happened to Faustite here. With Faustite's acknowledgment to depart, Helio gritted his teeth against the pain to come. Grabbing hold of his fire boy's hand, the super teleported the two of them out.
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2023 8:41 pm
They’d been called. They answered. And Heliodor was already bailing. Taenite clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth and quickly made his way over to Albite while the others were being distracted by magic being thrown around and grabbed his arm.
“It’s not worth it,” he insisted. “She’s not worth it. You deserve better than whatever she’s given you.”
There was a seriousness to his voice and in his expression that showed his sincerity. He didn’t want Albite to lose himself. He’d shown up to help, but if it was just the both of them…. Sure, they could take on everyone left, but to what end?
He didn’t look at their enemies, but kept his eyes on Albite as he teleported.
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Basiluzzo & Stromboli (implied nearby presence of the Bell siblings (NPCs) + Safira (PC)--since they're unpowered, they're not going to be too present in this scene)
Basiluzzo frowned, overhearing Faustite. It wasn't that Faustite was wrong. It was more that Basiluzzo knew damn good and well that Faustite was right. But he also knew his father. He knew how his father would take it, because he knew how he'd take that.
'No u' was a trait that Basiluzzo had inherited from both of his parents, unfortunately. He came by it honestly, and now he was paying for it by having to corral his father before he got himself ******** murdered. Not to mention the comical record-scratch that was Faustite giving his father what was technically "Surviving this Bullshit War 101" advice in the first place--
Granted, maybe Encke had a point with saying Faustite seemed to have become someone different. Wasn't he dying?
Albite's voice jerked him out of his train of thought. Basiluzzo didn't catch what Albite had said, but he saw the way his father's spine went ramrod straight.
s**t s**t s**t--
He was already moving for Stromboli.
It was s**t, alright, and it was s**t Stromboli wasn't going to stand for. He heard Faustite, but not really. His focus was on the people harassing, threatening his daughter. They got to her first?
Didn't matter.
"Maybe, but she's not leaving with you. She belongs here, with us." His tone brooked no argument, hand going for his spatula even though he knew in the back of his mind it wasn't going to do any good. Call it a feeling in his gut. The screeching was annoying and hurt his ears, making Stromboli falter, but it was the tattoos that took him by surprise.
He was mid-step forward when the tattoos tore themselves free of Albite's skin and slapped themselves onto a startled Stromboli's arms and legs. He stumbled, tightening his grip on his food turner even though he knew in the front of his mind it wasn't going to do any good.
The feeling went further than his gut, this time.
He struggled against them, but it didn't do him any good. At the very least, he was able to keep his footing, and Stromboli dug his feet into the ground. He grit his teeth, but whatever it was he was going to say was cut off by the feeling of something--someone--yanking on the lashes. Basiluzzo!
"Stay back!"
Basiluzzo tried to dodge the tattoo rope lash things, swearing that he could feel his hair turning white as he dove for Stromboli. He could feel them latching onto parts of his body, and he kicked at them as he jerked and pulled at the ones trying to bind his father. Said father's directive to 'stay back' was summarily ignored. He wasn't going to stay back, the hell was this--
Wait, were the others already bailing out?
Good. Let them. Cowards--
Though he was thankful for that actually, considering he was trying to keep his mother from becoming a widow.
She was! She had been?! Nectaris was a serious threat and armed to the teeth and had enough full on backup to be considered deadly by any sane or rational standard! And Jet woulda loved her as a bow-tied gift dumped on his desk. But that begged the question, if she were so worth it why’d he called for backup at all? The thought of handling it himself had never been a thought and the idea of snagging her up on his own —-
He couldn’t face it, recoiled from it, denounced it.
It wasn’t any more fair to Nectaris than it was to him and he didn’t feel like being any more of an a** tonight than he already was, pinned donkey ears n tail n all the trimmings of it—because Ren was right.
Because they were right— Loud a** order folk laying claim, reinforcing Nectaris choice with all their showing up and showing out. It felt very cartoon villain to let it all go at the drop of a hat, like he should be shaking his fist at the sky n screaming ‘I’ll get you next time, Gadget!’ He didn’t though, cut his line and cut his losses with a snarl, let the magic that’d coiled up around the pair of others wither off and die in distorted darkness before he too followed the familiar chaos and fading warmth of Taenite’s touch.
Teleporting off the battlefield and leaving all those scalding bright signatures to their own devices—-
Maybe next time he’d be less of a coward about it? But not tonight….
Passive Enhancement: Radons Echo
When Albite wills it, he is accompanied by the distant and unnerving sounds of a metal tipped skitter-screech. It sounds like an army of rusty blades being improperly unsheathed, the noise married horrifically to the the steady buildup of icepick insect tipped feet careening along a cliff-side. It can be unnerving and unfamiliar, and create a sense of uncertainty and dread. This effect is particularly prominent when Albite is using the Rugose Pendant. An item which has become part of his routine to wear for how often he uses it.
(Hello fam! I think we can call this one officially closed up - I’m so sorry it took so long on my end! I love u all! Ur the best)
