Kurma HP: 75 Action: Making presence known to allies Damage: Maybe a negligible amount to Lyndin's pride Location: D4
A sudden burst of golden light flashed overhead. It flickered oddly, and made a staticky screeching noise, as if struggling to manifest itself. Kurma's form appeared as it disappated. He grimaced a bit, rubbing at his head, saying, "Mind turning that field off? It's giving me a real headache."
He was floating just barely out of arm's reach, even at Lyndin's height. Several boxes of doughnuts were stacked in one of his arms. The top box was open, and he was helping himself to a chocolate-frosted one covered in sprinkles. A steady stream of crumbs dropped down onto Lyndin's face as he surveyed the crowd and cheerfully noted the familiar faces he could see.
"Castor! Got your wings there, huh? Nice." Kurma waved at Prince Castor with a friendly grin. Then, turning his gaze westward, he noted another familiar senshi, saying, "How's it hanging, Metis? You look great." Then, again, "Encke! Good to see ya!"
Then he looked down at Lyndin directly below him, and shook his head sadly. "Yeah, you're definitely not getting a doughnut, pal." He chuckled. "Sorry!"
The scene before him was bizarre and twisted enough for him to give a long whistle at it all. "You know, I don't know if I've ever seen anyone mess things up this bad," he said, looking between Lyndin and Caedus and the hideously twisted starseed. His voice lowered, and his expression almost looked serious for a second. "And lemme tell ya, kids...
"I'm way older than you."
Mechanics
Teleportation: Strangely, the energy in the area isn't inhibiting Kurma's teleportation... at least, not completely. Once per round, he can move up to 3 passengers to any other space on the grid. He cannot move anyone outside of the grid, however.
Flight: He's floating high enough that you have to jump to hit him. Respond how you will.
Character name, rank, and a link to their journalLacaille senshi of books HP: 50 HP Action: C6->B4 Following everyone else. Damage 1d10 Location: C6->B4
Lacaille watched as a bunch of white moon members left her square and moved to one of the generators and she followed she didn't have damage-based magic but she had to help in whatever way she could. She figured if she had to she would pull wires or something or kick the generators. She went and attempted to kick the generator. She doubted it would do much but at least she could say she had tried. She was also watching to see if any nega or cadets came towards them, the generator wouldn't care about her magic but a humanoid would.
Viatrix, Guardian Cat of Encke HP: 35/50 Action: Angry, attacking the generator AGAIN, might be on to something Damage: 6 + 20 (Mauvian Bonus) + 5 (Mauvian Beam) = 31! Location: F6
What she heard from Caedus and Lyndin behind her made her worried for Encke, but she didn't have time to deal with him. It was clear the generators were not only bad but they were also actively providing the Negaverse with power. This had been a mistake. This had all been a mistake. Just because Caedus was to be trusted didn't mean the others could be trusted--
But she thought she saw something.
Technology was her wheelhouse, and as she squinted, she swore she saw something that would do more damage. A weak point. She let out a kitty sound of delight, ignoring the pain as she zoned in on the only thing that mattered.
And did one of her fellows just--
"Ran!" she hissed to her current senshi, speaking hardly above the din, "Try to hit here! I think it'll do more damage!" Viatrix focused hard on that point and blasted it, her forehead glowing with energy as she smashed it as well as she could from Ran's shoulder.
Vela was pissed when she found herself teleported to a battlefield instead of planning to go to work and get some homework done, this battle did not fit into her schedule at all. Not to mention she didn't want to fight the white moon members. She frowned as she stood by weird a machine. She watched all around her as speeches were made and people started attacking the generators. Well ok then. She rubbed her eyes this was the thing she had been fighting with since last Halloween when they had been trapped in the creepy village. She had never asked to be corrupt but she figured it was what she was meant to do otherwise she wouldn't have awakened this way right? She shook her head sharply. No that wasn't something she was going to accept. "Hell with it!!" She turned to attack the generator. The negaverse could kiss her a** they cared nothing for her human life anyway.
Dance of embers
Vela dances around a bonfire bidding the flames to burn higher and higher embers flying into the air. The enemies the embers fall on receive the feeling of small stinging burns. (Lasts 30 sec. ) (Can be used twice per battle) 5 ft range. (Only feels like burning)
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: General Ashanite HP: 173 - 11 = 162 Action: Attacking all Order and any Cadets with Ideas! Damage: 25 Location: F4
Some wounds were more to pride than to person, and getting struck with Ara's light parade was one of those wounds. Ashanite staggered back, into the generator, and narrowed his eyes.
His team was here, yes--but the generators were becoming more vulnerable by the moment. One of them, across the field, looked like it might come down.
So he straightened, and put on his best, most feral-b*****d grin, and tapped his weapon against the generator. It crackled with strange, dark power, and he spun it between his hands.
"All of you are so brave," he said. "I was like that too, once, when I was a stupid, lost Page who thought he could make a difference in this war. But I learned fast. I suppose I'll have to be the one to teach you."
He slammed it into the ground, creating a burst of electric energy all around him, a burst that sought anyone attacking the generator.
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2021 1:11 pm
Captain Bloodstone HP: 161 - 11 (Caerynn) - 5 (Daesva) - 10 (Chibi Tachibana) = 135 Action: Attacking All Order Characters and hostile Velencians Damage15 Damage to All Order Characters and hostile Velencians Location: F6
The cat didn’t get thrown as far as Bloodstone had hoped, but it was enough to cause significant damage. Hopefully that would deter the others from trying to attack the generator as well. It seemed to have angered one of the aliens, and Bloodstone had to do his best to block her little dagger with the least vital part of his arm as he could manage. He hoped that the fabric of his sleeve was enough to limit some of the slice, but he could feel it cut through him well enough.
He really could care less if the cat or anything else was under her protection. But if she wanted them to be hurt over her corpse, then he supposed he could oblige. At this close range it would be easy to swing his pick at her and --
But Roselite was already blasting the alien (Caerynn) with the bracelet he gave him.
Bloodstone turned with narrowed eyes on Roselite for a moment, but his attention was already pulled. Another alien (Daesva) was attacking him. And even a child (Tachibana) was using her magic on him.
Following Lopezite’s lead, Bloodstone swung with his pick as well, not striking anyone but the generator pulsed and sent out a blast of energy.
Captain Prehnite HP: 162 Action: Setting off Generator - Staring down the Support Damage: 15 to All Order Characters and hostile Velencians Location: B2 - Shakespeare square or death. AutoBonus (For my Memories Sake 1d10 Dice +4(Faction) +5(Rank) +10(SpecialBitchBonus) )
GENERATOR SURGE:+15 DMG to All Non-Allies or Attacking Aliens - I.E. If you're an Alien on the side of the Negaverse/Lyndin? You will be spared the extra dmg.
Prehnite's semblance of a smile fell - thinned until it became a nonexistent thing. As order poured in, transcendent's and healers and ---
It was maybe better that Hatsya stayed out of it. That she kept herself safe and relatively off to the side. He spared her a 'glance' - the barest of 'checkins' -- because he could spare not a moment more. Her reward for being there at all would be vast - he would ensure it.
For the moment though? He fixated on the one thing. The bastards attacking his beloved - his Iolanthe - precious BriarRose, and how ******** dare they.
"Enough of that." gaze cast around at the swarm of order auras, landing firmly on the healer undoing all their hard work, filthy support Senshi, and so Prehnite was going to put him down. Put them all down. "Enough from - All Of You" right hand that raised into the air, snapped his fingers - set off a surge. Violent wave of energy that passed through him--through their allies---but the rest?
And then Prehnite was in motion, serrated trowels in hand as he turned on heel away from the Aliens, and stalked towards Phaethon.
If Anyone Attacked Prehnite and I missed it? Hit me up - I will add the damage!
What... what in the hell? The twisted and mutated starseed Lyndin pulled from Caedus' chest crackled and snapped with energy, almost as though they'd tried to force it to awaken. There was... there were steps involved. Guardian Cats, reincarnation timelines, all that s**t. There was... you couldn't create a senshi starseed.
"You... you tried to create a senshi starseed? Did you, I don't know, consider asking Cosmos to send Velenia's starseed back!? Or finding a Guardian Cat to awaken it!? No you just... you just..." she stammered, body beginning to shake. There was a lot that the Negaverse had done, to her, to her friends, to countless others in the universe over the millennia. Time and time again, they'd tried to destroy the White Moon, they'd tried to take over, they'd tried to subjugate anyone and whoever would listen to their honeyed words.
When you were desperate, that was when it was easiest for them to get you, something she knew well.
It struck her then, what the Negaverse could be here for. What the end goal of the Queen and her Soveriegns would be once Lyndin took that starseed.
They were going to corrupt it, and Lyndin along with it. They were going to create what was probably the strongest corrupt royal senshi in existence, and then sacrifice him to Metallia. Or maybe his world.
She bared her teeth as the crystal in the middle of her staff began to glow, a gale force wind collecting among the crescent. Rage filled her limbs, green eyes narrowing. "PUT IT BACK. YOU a*****e!" The knight launched herself forward, and slammed the churning ball of gale force winds into Lyndin's side with a scream of rage and betrayal.
Okay, well. That sure was a revelation. Thoughts swirled in Monoceros's mind and he halted his attack.
For a moment, he'd doubted Lyndin and the aliens, but... If Caedus was their Senshi, and he was sick... Maybe these machines were going to repair the seed. Perhaps it was a poor attempt at what the Cauldron and Cosmos could do, but these were alien tech. Lyndin could've easily lied to the Negaverse, whatever he said to them, so that they wouldn't disrupt this ritual which would usually be against Negaverse... like... morals, he supposed would be the right word.
"Wait!" he hollered out at everyone near him, "St-stop, didn't you hear what just happened? Just—give it a second, alright!"
He turned to the people of his court, eyes pleading, holding his hands to his sides in a small gesture of peace.
A shaky breath skittered from between his lips, and Fysarius shifted to his other foot, adjusted his grip on his dagger, tried to settle on what was important to him. Everything from before still stood. This world was not important to him. It was a place to harvest resources, like any other rock they may have been sent to. The people, the scuffle between the White Moon and Chaos: not important. This planet’s problem, not Velencia’s.
Caedus… The most Fysarius understood was that it was complicated. He held no personal attachment to the prince, beyond accepting that he was one of them, a trusted ally and friend of the Commodore. And that alone should make him valuable.
But if Lyndin deemed it a necessary sacrifice to break that bond, ruin that relationship for the good of their society, it was absolutely not Fysarius’ place to interfere with whatever personal matters were between them.
He righted his stance, and swung another swipe at the guy who just wouldn’t leave. “Do you think this is what we wanted?” Fysarius questioned, an edge of dumbfoundedness leaking into his voice as his body stilled. He’d never been quite as apt at guarding his emotions as some of the others- No one here, clearly, but more polite company handled that better. “Who would want this? Our own divided? Stuck in the middle of a war that doesn’t concern us? No, I don’t want this. I don’t enjoy hurting. But we weren’t trained to do what we wanted.”
Goodbye, bees. Goodbye, trees. Goodby, sun. Goodbye, sky. If Velencians were tentatively welcomed on this world before, they definitely wouldn’t be now. If it even survived whatever Lyndin was trying to do to it.
“We were trained to do what we must. I'll at least grant you the kindness of not asking you not to fight for your world and your people.”
Transcendent Eternal Encke HP: 100 Action: Panic attack, oh hi Kurma, attempting to knock the starseed away from Lyndin Damage: 10 + 7 + 3 = 20 (but is mostly trying to distract) Location: D4
Encke saw Caedus' breathing even out, which was a bit of a feedback loop. Combined with the way he grasped Pendour's hand when she reached for him, he felt his own breathing begin to calm down, the unstoppable jitter slowing as he begged his mind with the part of it that wasn't about to fall into a panic loop that it would be fine. He could do this. They could do this.
They.
Caedus ran to the generator to shut it off and Encke agreed fully with that; whatever they had been told this machine was to do, it wasn't doing that.
That was when Caedus was lifted off the ground like a ragdoll Lyndin wished his child would stop playing with.
Encke's heart stopped.
This would have been easier if you'd just died when you were supposed to.
No.
No.
The gauntlet buzzed with chaotic energy and Encke knew what it was going to do before it did it. Pendour would notice Encke's grip on her hand went extremely tight and then slack all at once as he processed what he was seeing. Not again. Not again. Not again. Not again--
The part of his mind and his acting instincts that he tapped into when he saw Basiluzzo's starseed lying on the ground felt harder to reach now because his mind and heart were already so fragile but he did his best to swallow down the urge to freeze or yell or scream or cry or freeze or do nothing or freeze or -- it snapped, all at once, when he heard Kurma address him directly, and it managed to make it through the noise and the beating sound of his heartbeat in his head and he felt Pendour's hand in his and he squeezed it and he managed, "Good to see you, Kurma," that didn't sound as good as he might have looked, but it was enough to pull his mind together and realize what the priority was beyond freezing. Looked to Pendour, briefly, assessing her reaction. Tried to bring his heart rate back in. Failed. Tried to--
The starseed.
He recognized it as a starseed, even if the starseed looked like it had been purposefully mangled and changed. Recognized it as what Caedus needed to stay alive. Recognized that with it in Lyndin's hand, Caedus would die. That him dying was the goal.
The second priority was what Caedus was trying to do. First was his life. His life. His life--
Encke ran for the starseed, pushing his magic at Lyndin in the interim in hopes of distracting him long enough to get his hands on the starseed and pull it away from him to get it back to Caedus.
Quote:
"Full Ionization!" - The closer a plasma gets to becoming fully ionized, the hotter the plasma becomes. This is essentially the same attack as his first one, except the burning has become more prominent. This ionized 'air' is hot, and along with the shocks, this attack now has the potential to cause damaging burns.
The Space Cauldron
Caedus & Lyndin
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Kurma!
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I think I got everyone immediately around Lyndin and don't want to clog notifs but sorry if I missed you!!
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“I don’t give a s**t what just happened!” Michel said to Monoceros as he attacked the generator again. “Whatever space drama they have, let them have it over there. Keep hitting this ******** thing before someone else gets stabbed. The Negaverse wouldn’t be protecting it if it wasn’t important, and they wouldn’t be here if they didn’t get something out of it. If you want to run over there, do it after you break this thing.”
He glowered at Benitoite, and Noctua and Chambersite and he was ready to kill them all. He didn’t care about aliens, he cared about the people attacking his stupid little brother.
Damn. Faustite sure had recovered quickly. He scowled, moving to keep his sister and his girlfriend behind him and safe while he faced off against the Negaverse agents. He was at least glad there were others besides them three there. He had no idea how he'd hold his own against them.
"Moor Stalk!" he howled again, directing his attention at Kamacite. He needed to disengage the guy who'd just used some connection to the generator to make it pulse and throw him off balance for a moment. He still found it a bit hard to breathe after that pulse had knocked the breath from his lungs. He was pretty certain he was bruised.
Quote:
A deafening silence settles over everyone within a ten foot radius. Shortly after the silence falls, a single, deep bark echoes through the area, and suddenly every enemy within the radius feels like they are being watched by a large, dangerous creature. The silence can be disorienting; no matter how loud anything is, while the magic is in effect they cannot hear anything but the bark--and maybe the sound of something heavy breathing just behind them. Paranoia, anxiety and fear for the invisible thread are prominent for the duration of the magic, and may persist for longer if the player desires. This attack affects all enemies within ten feet and lasts for twenty five seconds; it can be used three time per battle.
Strickenized
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2021 2:23 pm
Kurma HP: 75 Action: Offering a teleport to Sailor Vela Damage: N/A Location: D4 -> D6
Noticing an interesting sight, Kurma floated over to the generator on the south end. It sure was busy, almost so he didn't notice -- but he recognized the look of a conflicted, corrupted senshi immediately. Settling above the flames that she had summoned on the generator, he gave her a wave.
"Looks like you're about ready to give up Chaos," he grinned, as a way of friendly greeting. "And you know, there's a Princess just over on the other side. How about I give you a ride over and you can start your new life right now?"
Mechanics
Teleportation: Strangely, the energy in the area isn't inhibiting Kurma's teleportation... at least, not completely. Once per turn, he can move up to 3 passengers to any other space on the grid. He cannot move anyone outside of the grid, however.
Flight: He's floating high enough that you have to jump to hit him. Respond how you will.
