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[General Zircon is ENTERING]
BOSS HP: 191/250

The fourth time Zircon died, it was a sudden flashbang--and she woke up feeling like there was something smeared across her face, not unlike mashed potatoes. She wiped her cheek but nothing was there, and with a scowl she rose once again, teleporting out of the hole so she could properly dust herself off.

What a fine example she was making to her subordinates, if she couldn't even live long enough to catch such a simple thing. Perhaps they would prefer to get transferred to someone competent, or at least someone kind, someone who lacked the edges and the roughness and ran a tight ship that at least accomplished something. Zircon scowled, dusting the last of the gravedirt from her jacket, when suddenly she felt knocked over the shoulder by a shovel.

"Shouldn't have done that," Zircon growled lowly, cracking her knuckles. She'd been looking for a target all night--how fortuitous, then, that this man was so willing to volunteer. She shoved him back, and then with suitable space she called to her boomerang, the crystal weapon falling into place beside her.

And people said she never got a chance to vent.

HP: 38/40

[General Zircon]
BOSS HP: 179/250

From there, it was easier to find a good vantage point, and with renewed focus Zircon swung downwards, levering her weapon at the specter with the full force of a five-foot crystal slab.

HP: 34/40

[General Zircon]
BOSS HP: 169/250

Zircon called her giant boomerang to hand and swung again, and in return the gravekeeper batted at her with dirt and debris. Even though her weapon cleaved through most enemies, he only barely seemed injured, where she was already starting to breathe heavy...maybe she was getting too old for this after all.

And then she heard a voice, her senshi's voice, and Zircon's head peaked over her perch on the mausoleum. "Sweetite! Stay there," she barked, and in a blink she was there, looking up and down the girl's uniform with a fretting frown. "There you are. Are you alright? Did he hurt you," Zircon asked, checking her subordinate officer for bruises or scrapes. She shot a warning glare to the gravekeeper, putting her body between him and her senshi.

"Stay low and I'll finish this," Zircon ordered, reaching for the stretch of her boomerang. "After that we can find Aventurine and get you two home."

HP: 32/40

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[ Corrupt Sailor Nembus ]
BOSS HP: 164/250

[ Nembus is ENTERING ]

When she awoke, she screamed.

It came out of her throat like her throat was being torn to shreds, as it should have been, as it was. She felt herself shrink into the fetal position in an attempt to save herself, but it didn't do anything. She was still surrounded by darkness. She was dead. It was over. It didn't matter what had happened to her after all, did it? Who was there to remember her, in the end?

Perhaps it was fitting her life would end in the gut of a Tyrannosaurus Rex in a secretive bottle dimension.

The screams continued, choked by sobs, as her body shook and quaked. She was sure it would be over soon. Maybe she would stop feeling it tear into her soon. Maybe she would stop feeling the sensation of her body being literally torn apart soon. Maybe her brain would just give up.

Maybe it would stop receiving resources and stop.

Nembus was never one to give up, but the pain was too much, too much, and she really just wanted it to stop as quickly as possible. It ripped through her entire body.

She was never opening a bottle again.

It took a few minutes of this sensation before she realized it wasn't really slowing, wasn't really stopping, and that was the moment she dared to open her eyes.

Realizing she was alive, somehow, in an open grave nonetheless, lessened the throbbing. Perhaps it was because, logically, she told herself she wasn't being consumed. Nothing was there to eat her. She would be okay, ultimately. Right? As she attempted to come to a standing position, she honestly couldn't tell. Her body felt like it had been torn apart as she imagined it was going to be. It was hard to lift a muscle. It was hard to tell if her muscles worked.

She groaned and stayed there for a few more moments.

It took a few more moments yet before she opted to lift her arms up and pull herself upwards, using what little strength she could summon out of her body to get herself out of the grave. It was only halfway successful, her body half hanging out of the grave before she had to let her body rest again, legs still dangling in.

And that was the moment some grim reaper looking man decided to growl at her and smack her back into the grave.

Haphazardly, she flailed at him, but it wasn't terribly successful. After all, she was back on her a** in the grave, her body throbbing once more.

HP: 18/20

[Guardian Cat Bernard is Entering]
HP: 18/20
Damage: 6
Boss HP: 154

Once again, it seemed that Bernard had been knocked out. Though he could have sworn that this time he had seen the inside of a belly... He moved back and forth, trying to get himself on his feet and out of... well it smelled like dirt, so he was, well he wasn't sure! But when he looked up he could see fading light and what looked like the sky. It was a hole then. He went up the sloped end of it and took a quick look around and could see that he was in some sort of cemetery. He shivered, his fur standing on end.

He turned around to find that some gravestone was next to the hole he had just been in and it read:

Bernard
As round as a cow
Too good to miss
He made a great snack

Bernard glared at the headstone, wanting to hit it with a kitty beam, but he figured it was some sort of taunt by whatever entity had made him come here in the first place.

He heard the sounds of battle though, and whipped his head in the direction that it was coming from. A mysterious man was fighting with some of the other people that Bernard had seen stuck within the mist. If they were attacking the man, clearly he was a threat, and Bernard needed to help them! He jogged over to them and sent out one of his kitty beams right at the man!

[Mlinzi is Entering]
[Inventory: 1 Health Potion]
HP: 18/20
Graveyard Keeper HP: 145

It took him a moment to figure out just what had happened. He had been in the air, flying on a bright red paper crane. He had just dived for another thing, hoping it was the golden snitch, but found a black ball instead. And then nothing...

He woke up here in a giant dirt hole. It was surprisingly quiet, and the twilight was really pretty but the best part of it all?!?!?!?

The dirt was really soft and he still had to pee.
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Feeling much better now the cat clawed his way out of the dirt hole, absently looking around and spotting alot of other dirt holes, and grave stones... He was in a graveyard. "COOL! I'm a ZOMBIE!" He cheered and bounced around, immediately starting to make the whole groaning/moaning sound zombies make on TV. "I get to be like an extra on the Walking Dead. Gerrrrr. Groaaaannnnn."

His playing around was interrupted by a swipe of a shovel, which nearly sent him tumbling back into his grave. "Hey! Thats not nice!" The cat returned the swipe of the gardening implement with a swipe of his claws. "Leave me alone you big bully. If I want to be a Zombie thats no one's business but my own!"

[ Corrupt Sailor Nembus ]
BOSS HP: 85/250

While she stood back and evaluated her options, Nembus noticed the arrival of one other senshi--white outfit, it seemed--and a guardian cat. Some part of her wanted to go up to the guardian cat and see what they were up to. The other part of her didn't. What if they recognized her? What if they didn't recognize her? What if they were Chaos? What if they were Order? What if--

Never mind all the what if's, she had a life to go back to living, right?

She tuned back into the action in time to see the Order senshi grab some kind of bottle and dump it on the bottle grim, which is what she was going to call him now. It seemed effective enough. Way more effective than her fists.

Well, maybe her fists would do more damage now.

Nembus cracked her knuckles and charged up to the gravekeeper, attempting another swing. It connected, at the very least, and she heard a crack, but it didn't connect as well as she hoped and she stumbled back a couple steps or two.

And her body throbbed to remind her how badly it hurt.

Perhaps she should leave...

HP: 14/20

Corrupt Mab is [Entering & Attack!]
HP: 18/20

Graveyard Keeper HP: 27

Once more, Mab found herself blinking up at an unfamiliar space. This time, there was no quietude waiting for her outside the dirt walls of her grave, no ladder awaited her use, and no bell rested neatly by her right hand so that she might ring it to inform others of her status as one of the living.

Instead she could hear the sounds of a battle joined and had to utilize her enhanced athletic abilities to escape her earthen bower. An ever-changing group engaged with what seemed to be the master of the graves, giving and taking damage as the lumbering being kept trying to force them back into their abandoned graves.

That Gravekeeper can ******** right on off, I refuse. "I have been crushed by a ship," Mab walked towards the battle with purpose, calling up her magic from within, hands out to cradle the bile-green flames. "I have had to re-do my make-up twice already-" Closer still, so she could see the bottles about the gravekeeper's waist - some were broken by now, and he definitely had seen better days.

"--And I was just eaten by a ******** dinosaur, so you can just sod right the hell on off if you think I'm going to stay here in some dirt hole!"

"Mystic Spindle!" Mab cast her magic practically in the Gravekeeper's face, close enough to smell fetid breath - or was that the workings of an over-active imagination? - a trio of glowing magical spindles flying out to slam into her opponent. One of those long arms came out and knocked her back while she was huffing from the casting, setting the corrupt senshi to swearing loudly and reaching into her sub-space pocket.

If that was how things were going to be, she'd just give the gravekeeper the whole kit and kaboodle. "Eat it, you tosser!" Mab chucked her Attack Potion at the Gravekeeper before weaving back as she'd been taught to allow others to make their attacks. She was well satisfied with her work.

[Inventory: 1 50DMG ATK Potion] *using now