The Mauvian looked at Faustite with a bit of… what was that… sympathy? Agreement? Understanding? It was hard to tell. But he knew Faustite might have reservations just dusting the poor thing. Tama, well, he knew he’d take the latter if it meant his hide any day. But he had come to accept Faustite’s half-youma part even if the full ones (and, hell, Faustite himself some days) would rather him fried or dead than alive and doing what Mauvians do.
And dear lord was Tama paws deep in what Mauvians do.
“Ya’ll decide what you want — just keep it away from me for like…” A light came from Tama and then a shimmer of starlight and then a shifting in his form. A human Tama now took the place of the cat one. Some things called for different forms. Digging and scratching and finding were perfect for cat paws and claws. But delicate work needed hands and fingers and thumbs. It was time for the delicate work of fitting the crystal in the device.
“Honestly, give me thirty seconds and this b***h is golden.”
He looked at Faustite and his falled attempt at commanding the thing. Honestly, he was suprised that it didn’t work. He’d never seen a youma disobey a general king before. It had to be this crystal. Tama was impressed at its chaotic power.
He nodded at Albite. Just the sort of power they needed if they wanted a chance at more than one option to ending this.
“You can subdue and try and pull those crystals from its back, if you prefer. It’s clear that crystal is causing it to not act like itself — aside from the wanting to eat me part. Damn it.”
Tama was holding what looked like a nail polish bottle.
“Just got to get the pure crystal in here.”
He carefully picked a small shard off the asteroid he’d been working on and held it in the cloth of his uniform to not though it directly.
The youma lunges toward Faustite.
You have two options.
Subdue the youma somehow and pull the crystals on its back out. Attack and dust the youma.
Roll a d8 to subdue. (+2 for Albite only.) or Roll a d10 to attack.
A 6 or higher is a success for rank 3 or above. A 5 or higher is a success for rank 2 and above. A 4 or higher is a success for a rank 1 or Mauvian.
Character Name:Albedamned External Menshi Action: Bad Caterpied! Down! (Trying to Subdue the Youma) Roll 8 (+2) = 10!
"Thirty seconds--" snapped out on a breath, a determined exhale of a promise as he watched Tama shift his attention and form to a far more delicate task. It really didn't matter if he missed the subtext, full text, point of it all. Tama needed this from them, right? And hell, if all Tama needed was time? If he and Faustite both needed time---
To make the pieces fit and drag the Youmas attention into something more subdued that didn't get it dusted outright. It might not have constituted as a true 'death', but he didn't want more dust on his hands nearly as much as he didn't want to find a single scratch on Tamas silver haired hide after all these harrowing endeavors.
It was just thirty seconds, right?!
I can give him nearly that --
The last thought he could wrangle up before the creature unexpectedly lunged at the brightest, deadliest option in the room. Of course it'd go after his ********> He thought he knew the word Ei would've used, something like 'impudent', that his boy might've had something flight-of-fancier waiting on a sharp and blackened tongue for the fickle nature of Youma who did what they pleased, when they pleased, and always ******** how! The way he didn't have time to sidetrack himself by picking out the nuances and consonants he might've liked to hear most -- to see spelt across spindly fingers while Tama worked with delicate fury in the corner.
His magic certainly didn't have time for it, to wait for his sluggish thoughts to unwind themselves from distraction, for his wide mouth to speak and utter useless, giveaway words; like the worst poker player in existence. It writhed and leapt from his skin with jubilant frenzy, with old hunger of ancestors past; to hook and drag over the creatures overlarge form and twitched limbs.
Digging his ridiculous heels in and dragging back, and back, and back---
"He told you to heel! You b***h--"
Because ******** it, right? If getting the crystal dislodged would bring the critter back down to a more pettable size. If not---
Whatever, he was sure Faustite and the others would take care of it.
So long as he could say he'd tried, in the end. Because in his eyes Youma like this were always hungry things, less or more wildlife with flickers of sentience. If they were wolves then Senshi were surely sheepdogs and the only thing was separating the two from each other was the fact that he got regularly fed and they were starving. Didn't much matter that he looked about as much like food as Tama did.
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Eternal Sailor Attack:Praxidikes Exacting Justice! 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
Faustite was molded into a weapon by careful, intentional hands. Little in his repertoire could be made nonlethal — certainly not flame, and the burning force of one of his punches was difficult to mitigate. His only hope, if he didn't want to mangle the thing, was to use the dull curve of his blade as a sort of bludgeon and swing it halfheartedly.
That displeased his instinct greatly, but Faustite resigned himself to it. Tama needed time, and unless the creature was really starting to get in the way, it didn't deserve a dusting quite yet.
Albite was quick enough to deploy his magic when the creature disobeyed him so boldly. That brashness boiled his blood, true, and it was with a twitching snarl on his face that he swung the blunt back of his blade at the crystal-laden youma to deter its bloodlust for their Mauvian.
Better that it ate the order cats first.
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Character Name: Corrupt Eternal Sailor Heliodor Action: Joining the fight and trying to pull off some crystals with his hands to avoid dusting the youma.
He gazed down into the hole as the youma aura made itself known. On top of that, he could hear others starting to converge. After that plethora of information given to them courtesy of Magnus, Helio was more inclined to find their white-furry butt mauvian. As it was, he just needed to get down that hole.
It took a bit of manuvering as the hole created by the asteroid hadn’t created a clean entry into the building. But he got down there in time to hear Tama’s requests and Faustite’s attempt to dismiss the youma and Albite stepping in to subdue.
Whether incited by the youma’s dismissal of an order, Faustite attacked with his own weapon which heeled Helio from stepping in with his own magic.
Instead, he circled around to the youma’s back side so both Albite and Faustite could see him. “These things better be safe enough to grab, Tama.” Helio remarked to the now-mauvian man as he moved in to see if he could force some crystals off with bare hands. Cause, he damn well knew Faustite would prefer they didn’t dust a youma needlessly.
When he was sure he was both seen and an opportunity opened, he race forward to pry the stone growths from the creature.
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Character Name:Corrupt Mauvian, Magnus Action: Trying to act as bait to lure the youma away from Tama
Magnus clung to Illmari as they took off in the direction of the fight. He tried not to dig in too much with his claws, but couldn’t worry about it too much for fear of being dislodged.
His mind was racing with the prospects of what could be happening and what it was that Tama was shooting for. It was exciting! And the mauvian was sure he’d be practically vibrating with energy if it wasn’t for the fact he was being jostled around in their haste to the source of the youma signature.
When they arrived, Magnus lept from Illmari’s shoulders, practically launching himself from the young man like a swimmer off of a dive board. Four paws had him darting across the wreckage of the building to the human-looking Tama that was busy working on what Magnus could only assume was the source of the material the other mauvian was going to need.
The grey ball of fur had intended to join Tama to offer assistance, but instead, he opted to help with the youma as more distraction. He had great faith that Tama knew exactly what he was doing. So, perhaps another mauvian there to act as bait would keep it off of Tama as the others dealt with it. Like Tama, Magnus valued his own life over that of the youma, but had grown to understand the workings of the team. So, preserving it was first and foremost. So, Magnus put himself near Albite as Faustite and Heliodor moved closer in.
“We got this!” He shouted encouraging words to the team in his usual cheerfully bright tone. “Tama, let us know when you’re good, yea?”
Character Name:Super Sailor Cryolite Action: Trying to Subdue/Pull the crystal free of the thing! Roll: 6
The cat was faster on all four padded paws than Cryolite ever felt in the hell-heels he'd been so graciously gifted by a mischievous dark tailor of a chaos mistress (he had many a complaint to write to metallia about his wardrobe) but that was for a later date. In the moment he was wondering how Ilmari did it so gracefully! All while sliding in at the back of the pack, only to find himself confronted with the sight of; Tama -- thank gods -- alive and piecing together something furiously, the way the cat-shifted-man's delicate fingers flew over pieces of what he could only assume was the aforementioned wand?
Or maybe something to kill the nasty beast they were wrangling like a bull with a grudge. There were shouted sentences, pitched snarls, and blades being flung bluntly alongside the sharp crackle of magic. It was always some measure of hair-raising terrifying combined with, gods, was it envy? Was it awe? The way they all strained and fought as one tightly coordinated unit, Albties heels punched into the Earth as he tried in vain to hold the writhing thing, Helio circling to dare and shove what looked like glowing pain off the creatures back..
It was absolute insanity---
The kind that felt like it wound on for an eternity, even though it was only enough to for him to catch a breath and dive in after Helios lead. He wanted to be nowhere near that accursed looking scimitar of a blade and what fire he figured may come if things went much more south; not even the dull end of it.
The *front* of any angry creature always seemed like a bad time, so the rear? And as he reached for the glowing crystals he could hear Helios voice ring out just before Magnus, the kind of curiosity that set lightbulbs on in his head and had him whispering icy prayers for whatever protection his own chill might bring him.
Just in case the crystals weren't actually safe to grab--
"Oh yes, we've so got this--" He lacked Magnus bursting cheer, the kind of full-body excitement that made him think the gray Mau may just break out in wiggles of joy! His tone more terse with tension in spite of how happy he was to see Tama, alive, and well, and clearly on some furry suicide mission he had yet to fully wrap his blond head around.
He thought of ways to ask for an explanation from Tama, about more than just the 'wand', all while digging his fingers into the sharp enough to make him wince points of glowing rock and pulling for all his worth.
Sailor Scout Attack: "Sublime Shroud!"
Cryolite says the word, and his body temperature magically drops to below freezing. He is not affected by this, but anyone who comes in contact with him will feel as though they are touching dry ice and will feel as if they are suffering mild frostbite for as long as they are touching him, and for up to twenty seconds after they break contact. While he is channeling his magic, it will appear as if he is sublimating into a chilly, foggy vapor. The illusion of the cascading fog that bleeds off of Cryolite serves as a visual warning sign to any who can see it: it screams 'Super cold - Do not touch'.
No physical or lasting damage is done in this magic, only the very uncomfortable mental sensation of such. However, players can choose to sustain any lasting damage in the form of chills or up to mild frostbite.
Range: Touch/Grapple Duration: 30 Seconds Number of uses: 3 Number of targets: Whomever touches Cryolite
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The youma with the crystals in its back lunged at Faustite but then stopped short. At first, it could have been mistaken as a change of heart for the creature. But any thought of that was short lived as it crashed to the ground and started to snarl even fiercer than before.
Three of its six legs were bound and tied by Albite’s attack. Chained to the senshi and with half its limbs out of use, it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Faustite’s blade was non-lethal on the back end, but that didn’t mean a General King didn’t pack one hell of a wallop with any weapon. Its eyes began to roll back in its head as it got hit on the forhead.
Helio made it safely down and just in enough time to find the creature subdued. He had no trouble taking out a crystal. You can tell it hadn’t had enough time to fuse with the creature’s form perfectly, making it easy to remove.
“Keep at it. I don’t think the crystal is toxic — at least not in low levels of exposure. But who knows with humans anyway.” Tama turned to Magnus and winked. “Watch and learn.”
The Mauvian placed a crystal in the nail polish bottle and shook it up until it shined.
Cryolite’s chill made simple contact with a second crystal enough to break it, a fine line going up it like a crack and then falling to shards.
So they slowed the damned thing down. That it survived both senshi magic and the swing of his blade was a testament to its durability — or the strange power latent in the crystal, if such a thing could supercharge a youma so. Seemed promising enough to discuss it with Tama later, assuming they could hone such magic enough that it didn't instill an unruliness in their youma.
Tama was quick to find what he needed, and Faustite's attention was stolen away temporarily while Tama manipulated the crystal like he was making some clandestine magical spraypaint. But the end result was far stranger than what he had guessed —
What the ********>, Faustite tried to say. Before his eyes, the ******** cat turned into a senshi. A senshi cat. A cat senshi. Just like the ******** blueprints alluded to earlier.
Wow, he hated it. He really hated it. Small wonder the youma was trying to throttle their little c** sprite of a feline friend.
Don't tell me you can cast ******** magic now, he signed, and Headache translated as it watched its master become imminently distracted in the middle of a battle.
Character Name:Super Sailor Cryolite Action: Two crystals down, one to go!! Roll: 1 (Cryolite ******** it up for sure -- Maybe Tama should take it down!)
He was watching from sidelong, he was learning something, though he didn't quite know what to make of the transformation that occurred before his very eyes. It was an entirely new twist of logic he'd yet to wrap his head around. Because it was Tama, still. But newly formed, glorious, in shorts of all things!! In boots!? And Cryolite wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh, or cry, or crow in indignation, because a little forewarning would've been nice! He wouldn'tve worried so much---
They might not be wrangling the b*****d youma now---
He made for the second one with Heliodore's help, trying to help rather than letting himself be too distracted by the sparkle as another buck of the creature beneath him made him very aware that what wanted them all eaten, dead, chewed beneath pincers and claws was still very much alive and pissed with the increasing number of Senshi present!
He would congratulate Tama after -- once he found his feet -- as his a** met dirt and the creature threw him with only one ripped free crystal in hand, his attempt to dislodge the next, to be of any help other than a touch of icy-hot pain across the creatures spine was rather in vain as he had to slip with a yelp out of the way of another thrown youma limb-too-many.
"You know if he could throw some magic around, I wouldn't be opposed to it your majesty!!"
Sailor Scout Attack: "Sublime Shroud!"
Cryolite says the word, and his body temperature magically drops to below freezing. He is not affected by this, but anyone who comes in contact with him will feel as though they are touching dry ice and will feel as if they are suffering mild frostbite for as long as they are touching him, and for up to twenty seconds after they break contact. While he is channeling his magic, it will appear as if he is sublimating into a chilly, foggy vapor. The illusion of the cascading fog that bleeds off of Cryolite serves as a visual warning sign to any who can see it: it screams 'Super cold - Do not touch'.
No physical or lasting damage is done in this magic, only the very uncomfortable mental sensation of such. However, players can choose to sustain any lasting damage in the form of chills or up to mild frostbite.
Range: Touch/Grapple Duration: 30 Seconds Number of uses: 3 2 1! Number of targets: Whomever touches Cryolite
Character Name:Albite Eternally Excited Senshi! Action: Gotosleepgotosleepgotosleeplittleyouma! Roll 3!! (Uh oh, Albite is a failing! Tama please!)
"Good? Helio! He's more n' good! He's ********' great!" His eyes wide and singsong words very 'do you see what I see' in tone. Was Albite confused? Beyond ********' measure. But his elation for the moment was also beyond measure! He'd never imagined in his life -- not once -- not even having seen *one* other Mau exactly like Tama before (Was her name Ilyria? Was it Ida - no she was a princess? Huhm, something like that--); that a Maus transformation would ever be so beautiful a thing to witness. That all this time cats weren't just cats -- not just wibbly-wobbly-impossible to understand extensions of some crazy magic and a bonded senshi -- but that they could be senshi themselves!?
He didn't know how to temper his own excitement as he blew through one burst of magic and then the next in rapid succession. It was more than worth it to fry his chances, to stall for seconds longer as the youma more easily broke free each time, anything to give Tama an edge as he watched the Mau come fully into his own new form. He marveled for wondering what kinda gifts it'd provide, all of Tamas tinkering, all his hard work---
"C'mon firebrand he's got boots with the fur! He's got shorts! He's got -- holy s**t...I can't see his toes anymore..that's...thats almost kinda weird..." Running off highlights with his large mouth in response to the quick glance Ei's way. With words he half read, not that he much needed to when he could hear Headache loud and clear just in time for the remainder of what bits he had bound of the creature to snap and sizzle into useless sparks in the magic filled air.
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Choking Retribution!
Albites tattoos appear to come alive, slithering off his harm like ethereal magical ribbons. The tattoo ribbons wrap around his intended opponent (pick a body part) and tie the two together for a duration of 20 seconds. The bindings slowly begin to tighten on said opponent, squeezing a bit like a boa constrictor would. Neither is able to escape the other until the magic is ended, or the weak ribbons are severed. He can now use the attack twice in battle, but can still only focus on one target at a time.
Effect: Instantaneous Range: 6 Feet Duration: 20 seconds Number of uses: 2 (******** he's using 'em both one after another to try n' hold the beasty as best he can.) Number of targets: 1
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The youma wiggled and writhed against its bonds. It only had the one crystal left. It was clearly weakened.
Tama watched for a moment as the four had done their job — now it was his turn.
But the Mauvian couldn’t help looked at himself first, though. Beautiful black nails, a sailor collar in jet black, a fancy alignment of his coat colors but short for fighting and a fabulous pair of fur-lined boots. It was odd, as Albite said, to not see his feet.
He lifted a boot to find that there was a paw pad pattern on the sole. He wondered if that would leave paw prints as he walked.
The job needed finishing and, between the restraints and its shattered crystals, it would be short work to silence the thing.
“Nega Nail!” Tama exclaimed as he attacked from behind, his attack name coming to him as naturally as the outfit. A burst of light came from his nails and the youma whimpered as the last crystal crumbled from its back, a nice set of burning claw marks on were now on its rump.
The creature ran to Faustite and tried to hide behind the general-king as it licked its wounds, not a crystal left. It seemed to be back to normal — as normal as youma come.
’I am sssorry, massster. I could not heed your command with the ringing of thossse wretched crystalsss messsing with my sensessss. I hope you can forgive sssuch a trasssgresssions as attacking a general-king. The cat can have that horrid cryssstal. Keep it away from me!’
It’s voice was silky and slithering.
Tama looked at it a bit menacingly. One of his attacks hadn’t dusted it and it didn’t look like he need to try a second time.
Tama looked at the the nail polish bottle. He had done it. The crystal he had found, this time, was the crystal he needed.
But what of that other crystal?
The Mauvian’s ears twitched. Something didn’t add up. He had dropped his pen somewhere when he had first arrived. How had the team found him without the beacon. They should still be where ever he dropped it. Plus, no one was asking why he needed the crystal…
He looked around. They didn’t find it, did they? And activate the failsafe. And listen to his files.
His pale checks turned a bright read.
Why had he programmed the emergency override for his pen for Faustite? It had been long before he had recorded that document. Now what would they think…
Would they think him of having traitorous thoughts. And he still had to figure out what the memory was.
