Rigid as ever and clutching his pickaxe, Miasmite approached Ashanite and Mont Blonc. "If I had my way, I would kill you," he said with a stony gaze at the Squire, "and see to it that you get reported for your ridiculous behavior on such an important mission." His gaze flicked over to Ashanite at the second part of the statement, where it remained fixed afterwards. "I have my pickaxe. That's my potential offensive contribution." Never mind that he had already made some "offensive contributions" in the form of all his snarking and glaring and scowling.
Noir Songbird
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frayedflower
Actual post content here!
Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 8:40 am
Snowball | HP: 140 - 10 = 130 | Car 1
Snowball's tail flickered as he looked around at the area. "No don't think about that, we'll be able to get out. As long as we're not digested."
He heard her coughing and an ungodly liquid noise that made his noise wrinkle, "As far as I can tell we're all still alive - - minus the ones missing starseeds. I'm not even going to ask what that was that made you cough."
He paused when she asked about types of magic. "Well, I can try to find out but I can't ask everyone on the train at once, There's other cars and while I hear voices in the other ones I'm not sure they can hear me.
He shrugged softly, "I'll see what I can do but maybe Mistral can find a loud speaker button and inform everyone of the plan. Including the negaverse, because they'll likely be able to help if they have sharp pointy weapons or magic too."
He turned to the crowd. "Hey guys~, Anyone with weapons or magic, there's going to be an effort outside to try and get us out. I need anyone with Magic that Traps, Slows down or otherwise causes similar effects to be ready. If anyone has any sharp and pointy weapons -- that'd be great if you could maybe . . . oh I don't know try to hack our way out of this hellhole. Pass the Message along to the other cars if you can!"
Iris_Virus
Telephone timez!
((Everything Snowball is saying, he's trying to be loud enough that everyone or a lot of people can hear him. If it can make it's way to the other cars even if its by the telephone game Snowball would appreciate it.))
A disembodied voice came on overhead, and Eurydike's aggravation at the whole situation just bubbled over - again. "Suspicious activity?! - safe trip my a** you stupid b***h!" Because it was something else to be mad at, and really, easy ******** listening?! As they were surrounded by a ******** pulsating, living a** train with negaverse officers ******** everywhere and - "******** you lady, ******** you and your mom!" he snapped, then seemed to, at the last possible second, remember that there was a child he was trying to protect here.
Well. s**t.
"Uh, sorry, kid. - just uh - don't ever ******** -- don't ever repeat any of that if you value your mom's life, okay?" He kind of tried to will a smile for the kid because ******** if she probably wasn't a little scared, had to remember who he was dealing with here. "What's your -- "
He wanted to ask more about her, try and calm her down, try and do something. But Eurydike happened to catch sight of - a squire, was that what he was? he still had some trouble gauging power levels or whatever - standing close by with a scale in hand, and he simply pushed down on it, and for a few seconds Eurydike wondered what the hell that was all over.
Then, abruptly, he started thinking of Tolliver. Again, how he'd left him without waking him, just left him a note after everything with Cinnabar. Then, thinking of him made him think of his mom, how he'd betrayed her, how she'd look at him if she was alive, if she knew, if she - none of these weren't thoughts he'd had before. But now they swelled up all at once, overwhelming him, making him sick to his stomach and tight in his chest. He wrapped his arms around himself and gasped, his knees wobbling as the thoughts kept coming, heavier and heavier, pressing down on him and making it harder to breathe and he'd left Tolliver he was a ******** embarrassment he'd gone home to Tolliver covered in blood he'd done that to him he'd hurt him he'd lied to him he was still ******** lying to him oh god, oh god, the look on his mother's face when she'd seen him with the other boy, the way she'd look at him now, the way she'd -
His knees buckled, and his breaths were shallow. Guilt was something that gnawed at him every moment of every day; right here, right now, in this moment, it was unbearable, it was ******** killing him, it was - it was that squire, that's what he'd -
"Stop, " he breathed it out the first time, shutting his eyes and trying to keep the thoughts at bay, and he was already weaker than he should have been, his knees buckling beneath the weight of what was being dragged out of him, ripped from the darkest depths of every corner of his mind. "Stop - stop it - whatever you're ******** doing, STOP IT!" he bellowed, frantic and panicked, and then fell to one knee in the mess, his arms still wrapped around himself. "********' STOP!"
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Sorry little one!
Sylent Nyte
Because you're around!
Sami-Fire
Super-effective? sweatdrop
Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 9:52 am
Varuna / HP: 140-10 = 130 / Car 3
Hey, Varuna was just as surprised to see a knight standing where her aunt was just standing as she was sure this knight, who was undoubtedly her aunt, was surprised about her. But there was no time for divulging into their secret lives that they both decided to keep secret from each other.
She instead turned with a glare at the Captain ordering people around. They had been trying to kill them by taking their starseeds and energy and who knew what else, and now these… these horrible people expected the rest of them to be diplomatic and work together??
“Snow slide!” she called her magic, directed at the Captian, in response to his inquiry about their available magic and weapons. This was her first time using her upgraded attack, but similar to her other attack, snow materialized beneath the Captain’s feet, and with a flick of her hand, it rolled out from under him, much like an avalanche would.
It was the amount of snow that she was not prepared for, and as it spread out, it quickly filled the inside of the train car, covering everything in snow and slush as it began to melt.
Varuna’s Magic
A foot of snow in an eight foot radius materializes beneath her opponent(s, and anyone unfortunate to be close), pushing them up and off solid ground. It then rolls out from under them with enough power to knock them and others down. Just like normal snow, magic snow is quite cold and wet as it melts. Since the final range of the attack is twenty-five feet from its center, everyone in the train car is probably gonna experience the mini avalanche one way or another.
Strickenized
Quoting becaues Varuna used her magic inside the train!
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Deviline
Sami-Fire
Miasmite
Sylent Nyte
Vanadinite
Noir Songbird
Ashanite
Pixie Nyie
Mintaka
frayedflower
Mont Blonc
Sunshine Alouette
Palatine
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 10:07 am
Palatine / HP: 140 – 10 = 130 / Car 3
There was too much going on inside the train car for Palatine to keep track of, so she didn't bother. The only thing she cared about was getting out of there unscathed, and, of course, making sure Rhiannon—or whatever her name was now—did the same. There were too many voices trying to be heard over one another, giving directions and asking for magical assistance. Palatine had nothing useful at her disposal anyway, just a teapot she didn't feel the need to summon at the moment and magic that wouldn't be useful until someone got hurt.
Over the din, she heard the voice of what appeared to be a Captain addressing everyone in the car, asking after magic and weaponry like it wasn't the Negaverse's fault in the first place that this had happened.
“You'll have to forgive me for not wanting to waste any of my magic on your kind,” she said to the Captain, “after you kidnapped and tortured my daughter. You're on your own. Now, those of you not in the Negaverse are in luck. Let me know if there are any injuries. I can heal them.”
She said all of this as Varuna used her attack and snow began to develop in the train car. Palatine wasn't sure how useful that would be, but at least it helped cool things down a bit.
Small mercies and all that.
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Deviline
Sami-Fire
Miasmite
Sylent Nyte
Vanadinite
Noir Songbird
Ashanite
Pixie Nyie
Mintaka
frayedflower
Mont Blonc
Sunshine Alouette
Palatine
Sleet Tempest Snape
Chaldene
kuropeco
Fahrenheit I mean Celsius
chi honda
Mira
Guine
Varuna
Kaefaux
Loke
Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 10:26 am
Devilline // HP: 120 - 10 = 110 // Train Car 3
Devilline was slowly becoming very, very, annoyed. Funny, given that she was usually pretty easy going. "Okay seriously? I'm literally just standing here trying to figure out why you and the Captain are making bedroom eyes at each other like you're about to ******** in the middle of a crowded train, which by the way you might want this." Devilline shook his bottle for emphasis. "And you're going to threaten me? Really? Bullshit." The brunette scowled.
He was none to pleased with these weird little slime balls that decided NOW would be a good time to just cling all over them. Devilline was a fairly chill dude, and while he did not mind randomly getting felt up touched, he distinctly could not remember consenting to having been slimed. This was bullshit. Absolute. Bullshit.
Then another Captain joined their little 'group' and by the time the guy was done running his mouth, he seriously wanted to scream. "Okay first off, ******** you. Secondly, you don't have you're way. So you can't kill this dumbass." Devilline said, jerking a thumb at Mont Blonc. You don't even ******** know what the Captain's doing in the first place, so why don't you shut your god damn mouth before I amend my earlier statement to these two and shove my bottle down you're god forsaken throat in the slim hope that you ******** choke on it." He hissed, scowling at the man. "So if you're done being a scowly, pissy, know it all, a*****e, kindly ******** the hell off damn it."
But before Devilline could even breathe, there was an over abundance of snow. That's right. ******** snow. "******** HELL." He screeched. "Are you all just ******** MENTAL right now?"
Noir Songbird
frayedflower
That awkward moment when the enemy defends you..
Sami-Fire
No love for you.
Guine
Let it gosnow. Let it goooosnooooow. She doesn't give a ******** anymoooooore. Let it gosnow. Let it goooosnooooow. I forgot the rest of the words.
A lot of things were suddenly happening all at once - first of all, Ploutonion was taking charge, and frankly, although he knew he shouldn't have been, Mont Blonc was a bit relieved. A squire he may be, but a leader? No, that he would never - it didn't suit him any more than violence did, really. What he did do was stand there in silent support, reassured by the grab of his shoulder and trying hard not to mourn the broken Saturn sigils that greeted him as the former knight summoned fierce looking blades. Just as hard as he tried not to notice the bruising all over him, tried to bite back the surge of worry that they had corrupted him and turned to abusing him.
He took a deep, shuddering breath, and tried to steel himself. "Ploutonion; I - " As far as magic went, he knew he had it, he knew it, but - "I don't think it's going to do us much good. My magic, I mean." Not that he'd used it, not yet, but it was his magic, and this - he clutched his pen tighter still in his palm, more ornate than the simple one he'd toted around before. It was still something. "But I'll do what I can, " and that was the best he could really offer, as sad as it was.
If I had my way, I would kill you, Mont Blonc heard the officer's voice before he saw him, and although it rattled him, again, he shifted, deliberately putting himself between Miasmite and Ploutonion, trying to hold himself to his true height and seem prouder and stronger than he was. Even as a squire, it was a bit of a sad attempt, although he did come off as rather more regal now at least. "Good thing you won't have your way, then, " and it was an absolutely lame come-back, but what else was he going to say? Really?
He turned back to the first officer he'd confronted with a swish of his hair, his eyes wide and cheeks burning furiously. "B-bedroom eyes? Wh-what are you even - t-that's beside the point, please, it doesn't matter now!" he implored, and yes he'd been ready to attack before, but that had been for Ploutonion (although the agent seemed to be defending them both now; he felt a bit badly, but...) and now the biggest threat was -
A cascade of snow that had rapidly appeared beneath his feet and sent him tumbling with a barely audible yelp, hand lashing out to catch himself whenever he hit the snow.
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Noir Songbird
Sami-Fire
Guine
Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 10:48 am
Oberon / HP: 140-10 = 130 / Car 2
Not about to be the only unpowered senshi, as soon as Perdita was powered up and the lights were still flickering, Peter reached into his pocket to pull out his henshin pen and transform himself into Sailor Chibi Oberon.
“Why is the train a youma??” he sputtered in disbelief as everything seemed to change. “Where is Chailee?” he wondered as well with a small groan. At least there were others there, taking advantage of the darkness. He could feel their auras like lighting a candle in the dark. “Do you find it strange that it seems everyone is either in the Negaverse or a Senshi or knight? Like, I wonder what the percentage really is,” he wondered out loud, looking around the now youmafied cabin.
“Ugh, this is gross…” And then there was another guy, a senshi it looked like, freaking out over something. Oberon cupped his hand against his mouth and lowering his voice, asked, “Do you think that guy is new at this?”
But something seemed off, and even Oberon started feeling a little strange, the air growing heavy. “Hey! What’s wrong?” he asked, suddenly concerned for the guy who’d been cursing up a storm. Moving away from Perdita, he reached out to place a hand on the crumpled guy’s head. “Calm down!” and then “Who’s using magic??” he looked around to see where the culprit was. Hopefully it wasn’t done on purpose. They should probably be working together to figure out how to get out of there.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 10:59 am
Perdita / HP: 120 – 10 = 110 / Car 2
Perdita didn't have a clue what was going on, at least no more than Oberon did. Somehow the train had become a youma, or youma had consumed the train, or something to that effect. Regardless, youma were involved, which fascinated Perdita to a degree which she should probably not have been fascinated, given that they appeared to be in the belly of a youma.
“I don't see her,” Perdita said in regards to Chailee. She felt bad that she'd lost sight of her in the ruckus, but she was too distracted by their surroundings to be overly concerned.
It was cold of her not to worry, but that was simply Perdita's way.
“It is really very convenient how there always happen to be a few of us around when things go south,” she observed. She didn't hazard a guess as to percentages, and in any case Oberon was soon distracted by other people, so that brought that conversation to a swift close.
Perdita, on the other hand, was far more intrigued by the youma train than she was any of the Senshi or Negaverse officers with them. With some caution, she reached out to touch the side of the train car.
How were they supposed to get out of this? If it was a youma, she figured they could beat away at it from the inside, but what would that do to the train? The train hadn't always been a youma. She was at least fairly certain of that. So how had this happened?
Guine
Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 11:19 am
Harmonia // HP: 140-10=130 // Train Car 2
Harmonia really had no idea what to do. This...this whole situation was not something she had ever witnessed before, and to be honest, she wasn't really up to such a challenge. A part of her seemed to freeze slightly at the thought that this...this thing, this youma train, could quite actually kill them all.
I can't think that way! She practically mentally yelled at herself.
Instead she turned her attention to something she thought she could help with. "Peter?! Haven?!" She yelled out as she looked for the two. While looking for them though she caught sight of not one, not two, but THREE chibis! Oh no... Oh no, no, no.
The train lurched and Harmonia stumbled but managed not to fall over into the goopy mess that was the floor. The voice over the intercom did not help at all with the sensation of fear that she was doing her best to supress.
She made a move towards them and felt her feet practically get sucked back down and into the goo around her. The sound of her boots making sucking sounds caused her feel somewhat sick. "This is do disgusting!"
She looked again for Haven and Peter but couldn't find the two anywhere. So instead she slowly made her way over to the three chibis and another senshi who looked to be in trouble. "What's going on? Is everyone alright? Hey..." She crouched down alongside them, taking care not to get anymore of her body in the muck. "Anyone know what's going on?" She looked at the chibis before looking back at the cursing man.
Ashanite inhaled sharply. Alright, so this wasn't going perfectly smoothly. He could handle not perfectly smooth. He relinquished his crystal tot he Mirror Eternal with a polite nod.
"Ashanite," he said, and if it came out with a twinge of bitterness, well - he did still have an image to maintain. At least someone was in contact with Umber and Xenotime on the platform - that meant there could be coordination with support from outside. That was helpful. And it was someone other than him doing it - also useful, because he knew exactly how little respect Umber had for his capability to command.
When Miasmite came over, all he received from Ashanite, at least at first, was a perfectly polite smile.
But of course the damned Senshi had to ignore anything even approaching reason and throw her magic around. He swore, and stabbedone dagger into the wall of the train (far too much give, disgusting) and then reached out to catch Mont Blonc, pulling the newly-minted Squire close.
And then, he addressed Miasmite, with a thin smile and a clipped and perhaps far too polite tone.
"Miasmite, I've already ripped out one throat this week. If you interfere - and I don't care how, if you impede anyone on this car from efforts to get us out of here alive - yours will be the second." The threat was delivered with an alarming level of calm.
He turned to the Venus Squire, giving her a polite nod. "I respect your personal reluctance to aid my officers." As long as she didn't actively get in the way, there would be no reason to tangle with her, and of course she prioritized her own people.
"Devilline," he addressed the Lieutenant, letting go of Mont Blonc and offering a hand to help him up now that the danger of slipping on melting snow was past and choosing, for the moment, to ignore his comment regarding making bedroom eyes at Mont Blonc, "losing your temper helps nothing. Believe me, I understand the urge."
Strickenized
STABBED THE TRAIN.
Ashanite's weapon effect: Contact with Ashanite's daggers produces mild effects of aconite poisoning for ten seconds - this can include numbness and tingling in the affected area, sweating, difficulty breathing, headaches, and confusion. However, these effects are only applied the first time an individual is struck in a single battle.
[Mistress Morbid]
Deviline
Sami-Fire
Miasmite
Pixie Nyie
Mintaka
frayedflower
Mont Blonc
Sunshine Alouette
Palatine
Guine
Varuna
Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 12:27 pm
Varuna's magic caused a layer of snow to settle in the bowels of Car 3 and successfully froze the increased volume of globules! Characters will now find it easier to move, and may suffer reduced damage from ongoing digestion!
Ubasti's magic dried out the floor of the youma train, reducing the number of globules present in Car 2! Characters will now find it easier to move, and may suffer reduced damage from ongoing digestion!
Ashanite's sudden stab into the side of the train achieved much less positive results, however, as a highly hypertensive gush of acidic ichor sprays out and propels the captain's weapon onto the floor! If Ashanite lacks the ability to dodge, he will be eating some of the youma train's half-digested lunch and lost half his health in damage! Surrounding characters may be hit with backsplash! (or is it backwash?)
The youma train seems to be suffering indigestion!
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Ywain
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Cyllene
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Eurydike
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Hydrus
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Perdita
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Kolina
Harmonia
Guine
Oberon
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Deviline
Sami-Fire
Miasmite
Sylent Nyte
Vanadinite
Noir Songbird
Ashanite
Pixie Nyie
Mintaka
frayedflower
Mont Blonc
Sunshine Alouette
Palatine
Sleet Tempest Snape
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Fahrenheit I mean Celsius
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Mira
Guine
Varuna
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 12:42 pm
Ochre / 110 HP / Car 1 > Car 2
Ochre heard the call of the captain from afar and he hesitated for a long moment as he mulled over his response - or whether he should respond at all. His history with the Negaverse grew fairly well-known with the extent of his punishment, though he started to consider that it only continued through his participation in this hellhole of a mission. Ochre tried to approach the car from which the voice sounded, but found it far too difficult to wade through the acidic globules and pass from car to car.
"I have magic," he called into the next cars, and took notice of a man crouched with a girl and two children around him. When he stood in the doorway of the car, he felt a wretched sense of guilt pervade his being, which chilled him to the core. Biting his lip, he continued through the much-too-familiar feeling. "I can copy the magic that other people can use! If there's an attack that can actually hurt this thing, I'll copy it if I'm allowed!" Because what manner of action in the Negaverse didn't demand permission? Briefly Ochre considered Thraen's adverse reaction to using his magic unsolicited.
Two magic uses stood out to him then - a chibi on the floor rubbing her hands against the train (who would do that?) and a girl further down who stood amidst a snow flurry. He saw use in both, but was uncertain whether to spend energy on copying them yet.
The redhead paused in the doorframe and leaned against it temporarily. He wrenched a boot out of the thickened digestive mess to examine what caked to it, but the sudden pulse of ventricles about him squelched the corrupted senshi into car 2 with a panicked yelp.
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Kolina
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Tasinei
Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 1:26 pm
Train Car 3 - Celsus HP: 150
His ring blipped again, the Mistral's image appearing once more. "Ah, darling, hello," said Celsus lightly, glancing around at his surroundings. "And ah - "
There was a lurch, a great deal more slime, and then the train's voice, tinny and mechanical, an odd and stark contrast to the living, breathing creature that now surrounded them. He gave a little shudder, although it ended in a rueful sounding laugh.
"Well, there is more slime now - and I think you turned on the inside intercom of sorts. Sadly, nothing more than that."
He clicked off momentarily, which turned out to be a good thing. Celsus let out an undignified yelp as the snow cascaded beneath his feet, hopping around - but it seemed to have gotten the desired effect, because he could move around, the slime that had been dredging up the sides of boots freezing in place. He gave a sigh of relief - which was short lived, because the return message from Valhalla only confirmed his worries.
A message was sent back to Valhalla, Celsus speaking into his ring.
"Define being on the train," he said cheerfully, in spite of the situation. "I am most certainly on something, though by now it's less train, more youma."
His voice quieted slightly. "Are you all right? What's happened at the station?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 4:11 pm
Harmonia // HP: 130 // Train Car 2
As the globules dried up, Harmonia let out a soft sigh of relief. That would certainly help matters some. They needed to save as much energy as they could for getting out of here and fighting just to move wasn't helping the situation. Hopefully it would be a long term effect.
Harmonia glanced up as she heard the shouting voices. People are trying to come up with a plan. She bit her lip as she looked from the man who was certainly being affected by something to the chibis then to the few nega agents in the car but they didn't seem like they were going to be contributing much.
Alright. Time to step up to the plate.
As she stood up she heard a panicked yelp and turned abruptly to find a corrupted senshi standing there at one of the entrances to the car. She hesitated a moment before steeling herself. They were all in a lot of trouble right now. Surely no one was going to be picking fights. Plus she got the feeling this was the one yelling about copying an attack or something. "Are you alright?" She questioned as she walked over to him and that was when she noted the gunk on his shoes that still looked rather fresh. Her brows furrowed before she took a deep breath, raised her hands to her mouth and started to yell.
"It's dry in this car for now! And whatever we decided to do I can help power boost someones attacks!" Though she had projected specifically for car 1 it wouldn't be unlikely that other cars heard her as well.
She looked back at the corrupt. "If what I heard you say was true, we really need to find out whose magic is best for you to copy." She paused and gave him a look then. "As long as it won't hurt anyone..."