Meninx, Page of Mars HP: 50/50 Action: Attacking Generator Damage 2 +3+1=6 Location: F4
It was too late to leave. Honestly, Meninx knew he shouldn’t have gotten involved at all here; this wasn’t at all how he’d planned on spending the night. He’d been out for a run, just trying to get some fresh air, when he’d gotten the message.
It wasn’t any surprise that he didn’t know anyone here--he hardly ever powered up. He hardly ever did--well, any of this.
Stupid. It was stupid of him to be here.
He didn’t know if there was any way out, the only thing he could process was that there was a generator next to him and he’d heard people say that they needed to be destroyed--or something. He wasn’t sure. He felt smothered in all of the energy signatures, but he worked best under pressure, and he wanted to get out of here.
He wanted to be able to go home.
He wasn’t going to be able to do that if the Negaverse kept them trapped here, so he did his best to weave through the group and attack the generator with as much force as he could muster.
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Mamertine, Squire of Pluto HP: 75/75 Action: Attacking Generator with magic Damage 1 +5+5= 11 Location: F4
Mamertine was not the sort to get frazzled easily, but here he was. Overwhelmed with everyone. It was hard to make the right decision when he didn’t know what was going on, but he knew one thing: the Negaverse was bad, and if they were trying to protect these generators, there was something wrong with them.
He didn’t care about the Velencian’s motivations--he didn’t know them. They could have been here for any number of reasons, with any number of motivations, but the second the Negaverse showed up and seemed to arrive right on top of the generators?
He wasn’t an idiot, it must have been planned. Nobody’s luck was that good.
So, he wasn’t going to leave this to luck; he heaved his oversized gavel and swung the hammer at the generator. He did what he could to avoid any Senshi or Knights on his way there, but he didn’t really care if he jostled a Negaverse servant on his way there.
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2021 5:21 pm
Gelria, Eternal Senshi of Cinnamon HP: 100HP Action: UTTERLY BETRAYED BY Caelyna, Attacking Fae-Fae Damage 5 + 7 + 5 = 17 Location: Staying in D2
Gelria waited for his hand to be taken, waited for Caelyna to accept his help, his protection...he hadn't been expecting anoth4er one of the aliens to come out of nowhere...and poison her mind.
When Caelyna apologized...when she ran off...for a moment, Gelria could only stare, and then he curled his empty hand into a fist, beginning to tremble with a cold, dangerous anger. "Are you kidding me?"
He had trusted her. Trusted them. Against his better judgement. He had trusted blindly, and look what had come from it. Look what came of trusting what you didn't understand.
He looked at the cadet in front of him, his vision filming red for a moment before he smirked, holding his hand out to her, anger plain in every movement. "You've made a huge mistake. I hope you know that. Cinnamon Challenge."
This one. This one would pay first. For corrupting his friend with her stupid lies.
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Sailor Mizuki, Senshi of Lilacs HP: 45 Action: Wondering WHY SHES HERE and panic casting magic at Cymophane Damage (1d10 roll) + 3 (Rank bonus) + 2( Magic) = 7 Location: F2 FOR SOME REASON SHE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND
Why was she here? Why did some part of her go "yes go protect the cute aliens and bring about the destruction of Metallia" and decide this was a good thing? Why did she keep putting herself in these situations? Had something happened to make her go crazy, to turn to near death experiences? Was it a need to do something purposeful with her life? Was it some base instinct that drove her to want to help people even if it means she get seriously injured?
Mizuki was so lost in her own head, she missed everything Lyndin was saying until the rush of Chaos around her, oppressive and intense sent her stumbling out from her hiding place near one of sides of the generator. She got a glimpse of a woman with such a massive aura it made her sick, and then there were so many others in the area. Some Cadets were arguing and firing upon each other, the Negaverse were protecting the Generators?? and then one page (Agrippa) too close to her got attacked by a Corrupt Senshi.
Mizuki panicked. "LILAC PETAL DANCE!" she screamed, voice shrill and full of terror, sending a wave of lilac petals at Cymophane. It maybe didn't do a lot of damage but maybe it would distract him long enough for them to get out of there. Like heck was she going to stay here!
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Sailor Scout Attack: Lilac Petal Dance
When Mizuki calls her magic, purple lilac petals fly towards her opponent. They dance around her opponent and bring a sense of longing towards a first love, innocence lost, or something else the person has lost. This disorients an enemy for 15 seconds, has a range of 15ft and can be used 3 times a battle.
If the enemy has nothing to lose or has not lost anything, this magic is ineffective.
Beira might have remained cool for most of this, but he was visibly alarmed with the sheer mass of Chaos. It sent a cold rush down his spine. Caelyna didn’t seem like she was responsible for any of this--or like she knew what was going on.
He’d nearly reassured Caelyna. He’d nearly gone to her, told her it was going to be okay.
But then, Fae-Fae showed up, and ruined it. Pushed her away from the reality of this, into a happy fantasy where everything was okay and going according to plan. Maybe it wouldn't have happened if Caelyna’s sister hadn’t attacked, but she was gone.
And Gelria had lost his mind.
Beria didn’t know what was going on, still, but he didn’t think attacking the alien was the right idea. She didn’t seem armed, she wasn’t the Negaverse.
He rushed after Gelria, grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Stop it! Stop wasting your magic! You’ve seen what the Negaverse can do and you want to use that on her? Let’s go,” he said, and almost plead.
“Let’s go do something useful. If you’re going to be angry, attack something that deserves it.”
Like a generator. Or a general.
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2021 5:33 pm
Corrupt Eternal Super Sailor Kamacite HP: 200 - 14 (from Guinevere) = 186 Action: Having a panic attack over his friends - caused partially by Guinevere’s magic. The generator surges with damage energy. Damage15 Damage to all White Moon in B6 Location: B6
Kamacite was already worried. There were a lot of White Moon there, and they were already attacking relentlessly. He was barely able to duck out of the way of the piece of metal being thrown at the generator, although he had to wonder if maybe he should have used his body to block it.
He cast a quick glance over to the fire creature, although he felt no fear, knowing that it was Faustite, although he hadn’t been able to return anything close to the half smile the flames offered him.
He was worried about Roselite and Cymophane. Axinite was close at least. He would keep the White Moon at bay, knowing that if he could stop them from breaking the generator it meant less of a chance for General King Axinite to get involved. Kamacite didn’t want Axinite to have to fight, knowing it likely already wore heavily on him just being there in the first place.
There were two other Squires attacking the generator, one with fire magic. Kamacite flinched away from those flames, unsure of how to stop them--
And then another Senshi (Guinevere) used her magic that hit him before he thought to try and get out of the way. There was nowhere to go, unless he didn’t want to continue protecting the generator.
At first he didn’t know what the magic did -- he was too busy worrying over his friends. Worrying over Axinite being affected by all of this. Worrying about Faustite being attacked by another Senshi that joined the fray.
Kamacite’s head whipped in that direction, his breathing heavier as he couldn’t get to his friend in time to help him. Was he okay? Was he hurt? He needed to make sure Faustite was okay! He needed to check on Roselite and on Cymophane! His eyes were wide with terror as he turned to make sure Axinite was still at the perimeter, but he couldn’t see him over the strange generator. He couldn’t breathe. He tried gasping for breath, his hands pressed against his chest--
He needed to get the White Moon away.
“Get away!” he yelled, the words in French slipping out instead of English in his panic.
The generator pulsed in reaction to his panic, sending a shockwave of energy and hitting all White Moon in the area.
Everything was falling to chaos. As it always seemed to do when large groups got together...but. And Lysithea still hadn’t told anyone about Cosmos’ lack of appearance when she tried to save the corrupt...she felt like an utter failure, and wasn’t sure how to cope still. Not only had Cosmos not shown up, but a General Queen had stolen the corrupt away...and she was most likely dead Or a youma. At least that was what Lysithea kept imagining. That was what kept visiting her in her dreams. Well. Nightmares.
The others must have noticed that something was bothering her...Adria kept throwing her worried looks, and had been for a while now but…
How could she just admit that she failed?
The ambush hadn’t been entirely unexpected, but that didn’t mean she was enjoying it, especially not when she saw Adria being attacked multiple times. “What the hell! Leave him alone!”
Her voice was sharp for the first time in days, and her eyes had a spark in them that had been absent recently. She wanted to get back at those who had hurt her Adria but…
They wanted the generators to be safe, so obviously, they had to be the first things to go. “Lysithea Untamed Purity!”
Caelyna's parting words filled her with relief and adoration.
But then one of the senshi retaliated. Suddenly Fae-Fae was on the ground, heaving. The absolute worst taste and sensation she could possibly imagine had suddenly filled her mouth, all from a few words and a gesture from Sailor Gelria. Tears stung the corners of her eyes as her stomach desperately tried to purge the poison she'd been magically fed. She was furious.
Part of her wanted to flee, and find more comrades -- but -- if she could keep the senshi here occupied, that was two fewer on Order's side attacking the generators. So, her response came as soon as she could pull herself off the ground and ready her blaster again. The unbearable nausea wouldn't stop her from fighting for her people. She fired at Gelria without hesitation.
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2021 5:58 pm
Corrupted Eternal Ochre HP: 56/100 Action: Having himself a nice beg Damage None / already rolled Location: E2
There was more magic than the bright, burning starshower, but he hadn't seen it past the flashiness. Hadn't looked for the rest of the effects past hastily pushing his coat shut and tucking his hands into his sleeves to try to protect them. It hadn't worked; he still felt the burn spread over his arms, his face, his neck. Ochre winced through it —
But worse than that was the need to find Xenotime. And worse than that were the years of guilt built up like a crust beneath his nails. Thick and dried as clay over his heart, he hated himself for going along with all of Umber's terrible ideas, and he hated himself for doing nothing in the wake of Umber's death, and he hated himself for all those years spent draining energy from people he didn't know, and he hated himself for staying passive while Xenotime disappeared for years at a time, and he hated himself for needing her now, and he hated himself for not finding her, and he hated himself for standing in the middle of this senseless, needless battle when he should never have been there, when he didn't belong there, but there he was now.
There he was now, and Ochre smelled Xenotime's perfume on the air. A faint thing, but it was there — like she'd passed minutes ago. Even with a heart of lead, he followed it, followed her, safety be damned, toward the only person who Xenotime would've liked to punch.
He thought, he had to find Xenotime. Ganymede had to know. But, why did he need to find her? She wouldn't pick off the sins pinned to his back. She added to them. Encouraged them.
But what else did he have?
Ochre scampered toward Ganymede, but he raised no hand against her. He held his up instead, fingers spread in a hopeful sign of disarming. "Hey, uh, look, uh, I don't even wanna be here, okay? I just — I just need to know something. There's this girl, a General, smaller than me, yeah?" His left hand temporarily demonstrated Xenotime's height. "Purple hair, wears this grey and green bodysuit thing, likes to punch. She, um, she smells like that — honeysuckle or whatever? And, like, it's over here, and I just want to find her, so, can you tell me where she went? Please? She''s, like, the only thing that matters to me anymore." Soft laugh at himself for that, though he felt that creeping, choked mourning stalk him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2021 6:08 pm
Gelria, Eternal Senshi of Cinnamon HP: 90HP Action: Asking his BRO to attack Fae-Fae Damage N/A Location: Staying in D2
When he felt the other senshi hold him back, Gelria hissed as though the touch burned. "Are you serious? She is something to deal with? She's a temptress who just turned our friend..."
Then he felt pain...the little fluffy haired beast had shot him. Oh. Now it was even more personal.
Swiftly, Gelria swung his head to look pleadingly at Beira. "We can do something more to your style when she's dead and buried. What if she convinces others to go and start attacking more of us? She's dangerous. She needs to be silenced."
He wasn't wrong about this, no matter how angry he was feeling...he knew that he wasn't wrong.
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2021 6:20 pm
Tortali Super Senshi of Grudges HP: 75/75 Action: Attacking Iolanthe with Super Magic Damage 4 + 5 +3 = 12 Location: B2
God it was weird to be powered up again after years of just…not. But Aventine had wanted to come out, and who was Tortali to stop her? She would follow that woman into the fire if she was asked to, and when she saw her attacking a fuzzy little dog man, she laughed softly. “You have to pick the cute ones, cutie don’t you?”
In spite of the danger, Tortali felt relaxed. Almost excited. One of the other knights was attacking...a very pretty monster covered in flowers...and...well. That seemed as good a place as any to start! With a pleased, jovial laugh she let loose her small green clouds towards the youma, hoping that she was still able to do something, even with being woefully out of fighting trim.
At least every little bit helped, and sometimes that was all you could do.
Super Sailor Hydor HP: 70 - 43 = 27/75 Action: Relieved for some help, definitely wants to attack the generator again but is catching his breath Damage: -- Location: B2
Stop him?! Hydor shot a frustrated look in the cadet's direction, barking a, "Only came over here because you looked like you needed back up!" Of course, and then, it turned out that apparently the generators were actually for the Negaverse's purposes, because of course they ******** were, because the time something actually went right was the time he might have opted to eat his own shoe.
Would have barked more irritation in all directions and went to swing at the generator again, but instead, he found he was bleeding quite profusely from his side when the captain swiped at him, and all the petals did from the apparent youma that was called did was make that worse.
His grip on the generator faltered, he wobbled dizzily, and he pressed his hand harder to the side of it.
Not really how he pictured dying, but alright.
It almost missed his notice entirely among the sudden dizziness that others had swept in until someone tried to ask him a question. He blinked once and then muttered, "Yeah," probably not. He straightened out his back and tried to force himself to focus on the generator in front of him.
It was hard to tell who to really attack. There were so many within this square attacking the Generator already that unless they received more help from other Agents, they would most likely lose it. Not that it mattered to Arseno. It appeared at the moment that while these generators would have been useful to them, he wouldn't be surprised if they managed to lose all of them.
Just like usual, there seemed to be way more Order than Negaverse, and the aliens that he assumed were supposed to be on their side were hesitating, giving them even less allies.
But that didn't mean he would just let the generator go down without a fight, and a target revealed itself as soon as a Knight went to attack Noctua.
He decided not to match whatever witty thing the Knight had said and instead swung his horseman's pick at the Knight as hard as he could, hoping to catch the other as they attacked Noctua.
