Sailor Ran of Games HP: 50/50 Action: Ran is taking Viatrix (with permission) and attacking the generators. Damage: 1 + 2 + 3 = 6 DMG Location: E5 -> F6
Ran sighed deeply and glanced down to Viatrix when she leaped onto his body, a the same time quickly compensating to hold her up. "Cats," he muttered, only relieved that this one apparently came with useful information, unlike his aunt's cat that spent most of his time lazing around.
He snorted faintly at the descriptor of 'suck a**', but considered anyway the options that Viatrix pointed out while Encke also descended toward the betraying aliens. "That one." He didn't miss the way Viatrix winced when she saw some of her fellow guardian cats. "Seems a bit unbalanced."
Ran wasn't entirely sure how he and this cat could help, but it at least gave him something to do--
Cat still on his shoulder, Ran dashed across to the generator and fought through the crowd to take a swing, muttering his attack under his breath as he did so.
Ran summons a card and flicks it toward the target. When the card comes to rest, a shallow pit ten feet in diameter opens up around that point. The pit is no more than 3 feet deep, but is slick and difficult to simply run out of. The pit lasts for about 30 seconds and can be used three times.
An order from the Queen, of all people, was an order he absolutely couldn't ignore even as much as he desperately wanted to. Not a single excuse in the world could have saved him from this. When Zebulon and Diryas were apparently also busy that evening, he ran out of excuses.
So there he was.
In this absolute garbage fire.
With actual aliens
He looked to his general (Sylvite) first to see what action she took. Her attack landed on a Knight, and perhaps focusing his attacks on a single point might make him easier to take down-- There was a part of him that deeply worried about being a liability, however, and he didn't want to be more in her way than a help. His gaze shifted back to the generator to find someone else to defend it from.
One of the aliens was attacking the generator, of all things. Could he attack an alien if they were harming the generator?
"Think that's a mistake," he warned, dropping his voice an octave and jabbing one of his ornaments in her direction. Maybe he'd be able to spook her off.
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Super Sailor Phaethon of Happiness HP: 75/75 Action: Field medic! He sees Andreiya is handling Naeria and is therefore healing Hydor Damage: n/a, +10 health to Hydor Location: B2
Phaethon didn't really have any concern one way or the other about the announcement that one of the aliens was making in the middle of the battle.
What caught his notice was the sudden descent of the Negaverse, the sudden presence of nearby general-sovereigns, and the way several people near generators near him seemed to be taking a serious hit. Ignoring everything else, he darted for the one closest to him.
There were two that caught his attention the most; a super senshi (Hydor) leaning against the generator and bleeding quite a lot, defended by a squire (Ammersee), and one of the aliens (Naeria) who was currently being cradled by another alien (Andreiya). Phaethon bit his lip in thought. Perhaps he could get to both of them, but he needed to prioritize, and it seemed like Andreiya had an idea for Naeria--
"If you know another medic, that could help," he offered to Andreiya as he wasted no time getting over to Hydor, laid his hands over him and then flicked them up in an attempt to ease the wounds.
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Super Sailor Scout Attack: Uplifted Spirits Like with Warm Fuzzies, Phaethon rubs his hands together. This time, when he turns his hands outward, he sweeps them palms-up towards the sky, and there's a faint, purely cosmetic glow around them for a brief moment. The target is buoyed like with Warm Fuzzies, but for a longer period of time. The boost in happiness boosts the ability of the target to heal to a minor degree; minor injuries might heal quickly, and more serious injuries might be somewhat less lethal, with the pain from them lessening a bit while the effect is active.
Arsenolite was grateful for whatever they had that was cloaking them from from the Order at the beginning, because the crazy haze of anticipation was maybe making him a bit crazy. He couldn't suppress random bursts of wild giggles, no matter how much he tried. Calm down, don't look like a bloodthirsty moron in front of your boss, he tried telling himself, but clearly went nowhere with that as he snickered again a moment later.
But at last, they were revealed, and he out more maniacal laughter at their faces. Oh, they had been so sweet and trusting a moment before, so determined! And now they knew they'd been had. He grinned sharply as there was a small beat where nothing happened, and then.... Everything was chaos. Beautiful chaos.
He watched for a moment, trying to pick a spot to slip in and start smashing heads, and then spotted Sakuriite. Arsenolite would follow Sakuriite anywhere. So when she went off to attack those twins, he sprinted after her, launching a punch at the one she hadn't hit, straight for his solar plexus.
Viatrix had been honest when she said the decision was up to her new charge, but she was minutely relieved when he decided to have them join the other guardian cats in front of one of the generators.
She rode along on his shoulder, hanging on tight, but not so tight she would make him bleed. Counterproductive.
No, she saved that for when she reached out and swiped at the generator. Felt like that made an impact, too!
Fangnyl didn't like any of what had just happened. What the ********? (His new favorite Earth phrase! What a good word "********" was). Working with the Negaverse? The very people destroying Earth, the very people they'd been explicitly told to never talk to, to avoid? There was no way Lyndin would've ever told them to fight and save the generators if he hadn't lied to them, to the White Moon, about what the generators did. Or else they wouldn't need saving.
His lips thinned as anger rose in his chest. No. No, no, and hell no. (Another really good Earth phrase!). He would not stand by and watch Lyndin betray them all. He'd trusted the Commodore, of course he had. And he wanted to continue trusting him now. But it was clear to him that Lyndin didn't trust any of them. All this secrecy and trickery and for what? These generators clearly wouldn't do what they were all told they would do. Destroy the Negaverse. Or else there wouldn't be some grand and elaborate plan. It wasn't worth it that way.
But if he were going to betray Lyndin right back, he had to be very careful about doing so. He was clearly in the midst of loyals, right next to Lyndin, and he had to think.
There was plenty of crazy s**t happening right near them. He could slip over under the pretense of going to protect the generator and hurt it instead while nobody was looking at him.
"You have this," he said roughly to Aliez and Vyn—gods above, he wanted Aliez to come with him. But Aliez was loyal to Lyndin, even though none of this made any sense. And Fangnyl... he was loyal to Valencya, yes, but Earth, too. He couldn't stand by and watch this happen. This wasn't going to help either Earth or Valencya.
So he turned and sprinted over to the nearest generator and slipped in around the people attacking it and each other, pretending to stab some Senshi (Malus) and miss—stabbing right into the generator.
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In all the recent problems he had gotten himself stuck into, the one reliable source he'd been able to lean back on was Sylvite. Needless to say, where she had gone, he had followed, eager to stay close to the one he liked among all the people around him that he definitely didn't.
Didn't like the aliens, but was supposed to get along with them. Didn't really like the senshi or the knights, either. In all honesty, would rather be back home making curry for his and Sylvite's next meeting.
Semantics.
He turned to join Sylvite in her attacks against the Earth knight, but the voice of another knight grated against his eardrums. Excuse?
He leveled the Jupiter knight (Sessrumnir) with an unamused expression, and offered, flatly, "Alright. Hope you enjoy a bit of Raging Spring Water, then?" Calling his general cowardly, of all things?
Hardly.
And Fulgurite didn't take well to people insulting his friends.
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Super Sailor Scout Attack: “Raging Spring Water!” Fulgurite clenches his fists and crosses his arms over his chest, before throwing them forward as he shouts his attack. A swirling bubble of water erupts from the ground and wraps around his opponent. The bubble holds independently for 30 seconds, filled with phantom swirling water that is colder than before, which can drain energy faster, leaving the target feeling tired and sluggish, making it much harder to fight back. They may feel the beginnings of the stages of hypothermia: weakened pulse, lack of coordination, slowed breathing, etc. The stronger the opponent, the easier it is to break free of the bubble, and the less it affects them.
Had he not learned from the last fight that she was not suited for battles such as this? Hatsya did not share in his bloodlust or need to fight. Rather she stood there wide-eyed, stomach-churning; a cold sweat that had her glancing around for a path of escape rather than find something useful to fight with since her magic would prove to be supremely useless.
But there were Sovereigns at each corner of the clearing and she knew that fleeing would reflect badly on Prehnite.
Despite how beautiful Iolanthe appeared, Hatsya couldn’t help but take a step back. Prehnite was an officer and had no reason to fear Youma as she did. To her, they were similar enough to the White Moon senshi; and while the swords could keep the centaur-like creature from turning its magic on her, for a time at least, they couldn’t prevent her from being trampled under its hooves.
Hatsya’s hands trembled, evidence of her inexperience and time away from all things powered in that she struggled to follow orders when tossed into a literal manifestation of her worst nightmares. With some forewarning, she could have prepared herself more for what was to become of this night, but with little to no notice, the Senshi of Swordplay’s mind reeled with memories of when Order had invaded the Dark Kingdom. Drawing parallels to then and now and ultimately settling on the same conclusion.
Before she’d been lucky enough to make it out alive, barely but at least she’d still been breathing. This time it did not feel like fortune smiled upon her.
This youma of his was far more suited to be Prehnite’s partner than she was, it was able to fight for him, defend him and by the looks of it flee if they must. All she was, and would continue to be, was a liability. Certainly, he must realize that by now and if not him, then Iolanthe no doubt would.
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Page Einhornhohle HP: 45/50 Action: Following Sava and Caia to B4 Damage: 1+3(Rank)+1(Faction) Location: B4
Despite not knowing what was going on, Sava did a decent enough job at assuming the leadership role which perhaps was something to be expected since she had been a General long before becoming a Knight.
One thing that the Negaverse had going for it was that they functioned as a military unit and while she wasn’t entirely certain of Cavansite’s specific roles. However, if her response to this ambush was any indication, Einhornhohle felt certain that she would have been someone worthy of looking up to. Her direction and assertiveness seemed to be what the Eternal needed for his uncertainty of the situation appeared to have shifted into something akin to determination.
Admirable, and Ein wished she felt the same way but all she had with her was a golden lantern, no magic, no nothing. Just a pretty purple dress and fragile-looking weapon that she felt certain would bend or break if she wasn’t careful. Still, like the two of them, she swung the gilded tea-light cage and winced with the handle snapped off, the bulk of which clamored to the ground between her and Sava.
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Corrupt Super Sailor Adorea HP: 75 HP Action: Admiring the view and musing over her base instincts. Damage N/A Location: F3
She was late as always. It was safe to say that when it came to being reliable she was not it and short of keeping the senshi on a short leash, it was difficult to determine if she would in fact do as she had been ordered, or if she would prove to be as non-committal and exasperating as some tended to find her. Whatever effect corruption had upon her, the previously reliable young woman had become decidedly not and it was safe to assume that on many occasions she simply followed what her gut instinct told her.
...Yep, that generally meant that if someone was injured they got healed. It didn't matter if the individual was the enemy, all that mattered was that something within her clicked and she acted in accordance with how she was 'supposed' to. That didn't necessarily mean she wouldn't turn on others if it suited her later, it simply meant that in the grand scheme of things there was a disconnect between what should have been regarded as right and wrong.
Duty and insubordination.
Common sense...
Thus the young woman had taken to simply staring at her visor, walking up quietly to stand beside Nembus as she surveyed what could only be described as absolute chaos at both generators on either side of her. She didn't seem overly inclined to move at this stage, but she didn't seem particularly panicked by the entire situation either. For all intents and purposes her expression was contemplative and on occasions as she took note of the injured (both friend and foe), she regarded her own gloved fingertips with interest.
One would assume one should act in this case, but given she only had the capacity to heal a handful, who should be selected - the most injured, or someone else?
"Mmmm," she cooed and shook her head. Perhaps she would wait for now, there was no need to join the fray when there were already so many nearby, she could afford some time to ponder.
They’d all known Order would be here, waiting, but it had been implied that there would be more of their own forces incoming to mitigate the damage the White moon could do. More than anything else, Rakovanite only saw swarms of white bodices around him and Sylvite, significantly more prepared than had been told to him. Most seemed interested only in dismantling the generators, but that was crime enough. His weapons cut an arc across the space and returned to him from the initial attack, and he readied for the oncoming wave.
For all that he could feel the smothering auras of his Queen and her sovereigns, there were others, less familiar though no weaker in intensity that could at least come close to matching them. Maybe even overpowering them, considering how many bodies were present on the field.
Behind him, one of the aliens (Cydfae) launched an assault on one of the pages who tried to attack. But if the actions of any of her ilk served as indication, they should be careful about putting their backs to the foreigners. Diasporite, too, had appeared nearby, giving Rakovanite a sense of pride that he had chosen well someone who would at least answer the summons of their sovereigns and show up when it mattered most.
Hopefully his inexperience wouldn’t lead to an untimely end here, against so many enemies.
“Keep them back,” he murmured at Diasporite. “Only target those who feel of similar strength to you,” tacked on in the hopes that he wouldn’t run up and get wasted by a knight on his first real mission.
And he should do the same. He dove toward an eternal (Oberon) that swooped in to kick the generator, slashing out at him with the bladed edge of his chakram.
He’d seen some s**t in his time. Diesel hadn’t been awakened for hardly more than a year, but he was already starting to get the gist that every month or so, there’d be some big commotion something-or-other. And frankly, a big death battle was more up his alley than a deserted foggy village or a Rift soiree. This one at least came with that little caveat, ’try not to kill anyone.’
Seemed reasonable to him. Nothing wrong about that.
Diesel landed near his brother, amidst a wave of Order combatants.
And look, he didn’t care about the reasons that brought anyone here, couldn’t be bothered about what was right or not. He just knew it’d be a pain if he didn’t pull his weight. Besides, anyone who showed up here should be damn good and ready for a scuffle. No reason to hold back here, though there were kind of a bunch of people outright ignoring the agents in the field and going for generators.
Diesel was never happy when no one was paying him mind.
He skidded to the side of a young woman (Anser) adorned in white feathers, and called his magic to his palm.“C’mon, girlie, it’s rude to put your back to someone, y’know?” He chided, throwing a flame burst punch at the girl’s face.
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Super Sailor Scout Attack ▼ Fuel to the Fire 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, and this generates enough fuel for three small bursts per impact (the size of his first attack) or a single more sizable one that is capable of leaving larger burns or propelling him farther, faster. May be used twice per battle.
Whoever said it was wise to send Mauvians into battle was an idiot. Gremlin could take pot swipes at civilians and then scramble off into the shadows before they could do anything to oppose him, but here was a wreck: messy and cluttered and everyone bursting to accost everyone else. No place for a scrawny Mauvian. He usually knew better than to attack someone powered who was ready to attack him back.
He shifted his weight from where he was half-settled in Diesel’s hood, to paws braced on the senshi’s shoulder as the senshi fired a punch at some bird-girl.
He’d done his fair share of pigeon-catching over the years. What was one more? He kneaded his claws against Diesel’s shoulder, tail twitching and rump wiggling as he fixed massive, icy eyes on the girl. Small thing. At least it wasn’t a knight.
“You better keep all their filthy hands off me,” Gremlin spat in his companion’s ear as he lunged for the girl and took a swipe before bounding back to the security of the best he’d made of Diesel’s vibrant hair.
Janggunite could do nothing besides go where he was forced to go. No freedom, no ability to even leave Negaspace without help, no way to refuse a summons to join some apparently massive battle that he had absolutely no passion for. Something about it had all sort of clicked ‘off’ in his mind. If he didn’t think about it, it would lose any meaning it had over him.
He was in a field awash with a scattering of agents and a wave of White Moon. Some Negaversers be recognized from prior missions. Most he didn’t.
He stood at the edge of the grass, blankly staring into the throng of bodies as everything happened in a whirl. The bf of his petaled tail twitched. Claws fidgeted. Dulled pink eyes settled on the nearest enemy: a knight going after the generator they’d been told to protect.
He had nothing better to do, and he was in the stage of depression where feeling just funneled into a void. He had nothing to lose. Nothing to live for. So he dove forward, expression flat and claws outstretched as a plume of spores clouded around him.
“Guine”
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Magical Ability ▼ Pollen Burst Much like the youma he is merged with, Janggunite can expel bursts of pollen as a cloud in a five foot radius around him. The pollen can effect people differently, but it most frequently makes those who come into contact with it or breath it in feel sluggish, weak, dazed, or drained. The pollen cloud lingers in the air for thirty seconds, and its effects last for thirty seconds from whenever the target escaped the cloud/last breathed it in. It can be used three times per battle.
The hunt was her reason for living! Maikoh preened at the ability to join such a raucous engagement, delighted in seeing her charge instigate an assault on the enemy. As with most encounters she felt no fear for the outcome, though if she poked her large, antlered head above the crowd, she could see a couple senshi royals thrown into the mix.
As long as she avoided them, there was nothing else to worry about.
She would stay with Janggunite, the poor thing. Her pup needed proper guidance. She thundered to his side with the harsh sound of clipping hooves in her wake. As Maikoh moved, her fur peeled forward in her torso, her limbs shortened, her body hunched as she changed into a skeletal deer wolf to lunch at the target her agent had selected. It didn’t matter which to her; they all bled the same.
He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t have to be. Nobleite prefered not to be taking the offensive against anyone. But the Negaverse’s influence was smothering, and when it came down to it, he would choose his family’s security over the nameless strangers in the White Moon.
He would do whatever it took to make sure they stayed well away from the likes of this mess. It was probably good he didn’t have a real, damaging weapon.
Just a pipe.
And if there was any time to take a quick, deep drag out of it, exhaling a plume of smoke as the high crept in, now was probably the time. Nobleite dismissed his weapon a second later, for all the good it filled that role, and strode with determination to the pileup occurring around the generator.
He wasn’t stupid, so there was no reason to fling himself in front of knights and eternals, but a cadet trying to dig a small knife into a machine seemed like a good enough target.
It wasn’t like he was going to hurt here. Nobleite gave the pastel-skinned girl a shove. “Sorry, but step away, please.”
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Lt. Cristobalite HP: 50 HP Action: Disagreeing with the decision to leave loose ends; attacking Namielle. Damage 7 roll, +3 Rank, +3 Faction (13 Total) Location: F6
Were they genuinely going to leave behind lose ends? She had afforded herself the opportunity to watch for a time and she had considered the Captain's assault of the Mauvian to be adequate. However when attention had been turned elsewhere and the feline had been allowed a moment to recover, it was safe to say that this Lieutenant had several thoughts on that. The Mauvians may not have posed a significant physical threat on the grand scheme of things but when it came to tinkering paws she had no doubt that they could cause problems if given the chance.
With several individuals thoroughly distracted by others, Cristobalite flicked out the coin from her pocket and smiled. It wasn't the most deadly of weapons to say the least, but she had afforded herself time and practice to ensure it could leave nasty little bruises if aimed correctly. The Mauvian's form was slight and even Cristobalite's core strength gave her the advantage - thus one well aimed and curved toss of this coin would serve its purpose.
Perhaps it would finish her off.
If not, then the tackle that would follow the coin as it soared through the air towards the Mauvian certainly would, right? Time would tell, but for now the agent did as she deemed necessary and tossed her coin towards the prone cat, darting after it immediately to provide the promised 'double-tap' to try and remove one target once from the fight in a more permanent capacity.
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Cadet Valnyr HP: 49 Action: Making a choice - Protect the Squire >( Damage: N/A Location: F2
She'd heard enough to know that there were some things you shouldn't listen to and based on the implied horrors caused by Aqua's kind, it was safe to say that on this occasion the young alien was not sold on his words. The Senshi had for the most part proven to be allies, and those who had not been completely persuaded by them had been stand-offish, or had lashed out due to her misunderstandings. She wouldn't apologise for doing what she needed to do, she had orders and she had followed them, but in the end they had stuck to their words.
...The Vanguard had not.
If the Commodore had a plan then it hadn't been clear, and given the odds and the fact that her own kind were vastly outnumbered she didn't like the fate that she would be left to regardless of who won. She had never trusted the agents, not after the briefing and she had been instructed to avoid them at all costs, so why trust them now. She had been told to befriend the Order and she had done so, so why was she to betray them. When it came to the lesser of two evils the Order had demonstrated that they were compassionate and were at least inclined to be kinder in their judgements.
If it all went poorly, she would much prefer to suffer punishment from them.
Thus, Aqua's remarks didn't factor too much into her actions and she was very much inclined to continue as normal. Or rather she would have if not for her decision to await Neryn's judgement. That came soon after, and with it a blaster shot that staggered the young alien momentarily. Wounded but not entirely out, her vision clouded a little with tears that she refused to shed. Neryn had made the choice they deemed to be right, she would place faith in the Commodore and betray their word, place their fate (and that of their home) in the hands of Chaos if things went wrong.
Valnyr would accept this, she understood. They all had to make a choice and this was Neryn's.
"I understand," she replied gently.
In those moments though she took note that Aogashima had come understand and she was struct with yet another choice. Did she continue to try and turn the generator off, or did she protect the young squire? Her blaster had a delay and she could only pick one - with the Page becoming outnumbered Valnyr's expression was one of alarm as she attempted to discern her next course of action.
It seemed like an age, but she did at last lift her Blaster and point it directly to Albite. Her next shot would go in to that one, she just had to wait for her blaster to be ready.
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Character name, rank, and a link to their journalHyperborea, Transcended Knight of the Cosmos HP: 100 HP (Article of Resilience: -1 to all damage taken) Action: Moving to B2 and Attacking a Generator with her Magic Damage 5 (1d10) + 7 (Third Rank Bonus) + 5 (Knight Magic Bonus 1st use, 2nd use, 3rd use) + 1 (Article of Strength: +1 to all damage dealt) = 18 Location: C2 to B2
Hyperborea felt each one of the horrific auras as they appeared on the scene many she knew many she didn't. Three sovereigns had come and as if that weren't enough to turn her blood cold, an impossibly worse aura had come with them. Laurelite, the transcended knight of the Cosmos had seen her only twice before when she corrupted Ashanite and at the invasion so many years ago where she had hoped she had died crushed under the youma dragon. But clearly that was not the case she was back and clearly more powerful than ever. Like an eclipse her dark power lorded over even the other General Sovereigns.
And then there were the words of the Comodore, 'The Negaverse is not our concern. Do not attack them.' He had sold them out. They were betrayed. She felt so stupid believing his grand promises, believing his good intentions, believing Caedus' good intentions. "Caedus after everything you'd do this to us! And you Comodore don't think you'll get away with this! Even if I have to crawl out of the depths of the Cauldron I swear I make you pay!" She screamed at the orchestrators of this horrible trap.
"Don't try to teleport out, there's no telling what sort of magic trap or barrier they've laid." She advised her team her mind racing at a mile a minute to think of what to do, she was prepared for a fight but not like this. "They want to protect the generators then we should definitely smash them." She said agreeing with the other's assessment. She looked to the Cadet. "If you want to help I'll take your word." No that she exactly had many options to the contrary the last thing she needed right now was to pick another fight. "Help us break these generators then."
"Come on, stick close! Caer, Læraðr, you two be especially careful you're still vulnerable to corruption and starseed pulling." She advised looking back to the two of them. She looked to Delphi. "Lets give them hell!" She took off for the generator nearest to them which already had a melee going on around it. She made a beeline straight for the generator as she raised her staff in the air bringing forth her magic to bear on the infernal machine.
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She holds up her staff as the head glows silver. It creates a bright explosion of silver starlight with Hyperborea at the center. It blinds and disorientates everyone else caught in the blast with their eyes open. It causes a great burning pain in her enemies and can at player discretion leave a sunburn like wound on people.
