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Chibi Super Charybdis - 4 damage

It was a rule in Giulia Montgomery’s house that she wasn’t allowed to go out on patrol all by herself. That was a rule she broke as often as she possibly could (a hard job to pull off when her sister was also a senshi and they also had an alarm system), but most of the time, Charybdis was allowed to go out with her best friend, Ara. Ara was a very experienced Senshi who had something a little better than an orking and borking baby seal to distract the bad enemies with. So over the times they patrolled together, Giulia had gotten much better at sprinting away. She actually served as an excellent distraction, between her own bite-sized physique and her shining, glistening companion. That left Ara to blind and damage them! Of course her own Shiny Pup was also good at making the enemies flinch- something exploding into a bright light and screaming in their ear was very unpleasant.

She was bouncing along with Ara, looking forward to some senshi time, when her friend seemed to sense something. Did she feel that? Her head swiveled, brow furrowing; before she could even sense it she could see it, the energy shooting into the sky not far away. “I… dunno.” The seal senshi took a nervous step back; Ara seeming like she might be nervous about something was enough to make Charybdis feel a bit cautious. “That’s big, though.” And where big things happened, she was probably needed, wasn’t she? Maybe Giulia wasn’t grown-up, and maybe she couldn’t really fight people, but this was why she had been given magic. So if Ara was going to run off and fight, Charybdis was going to be right by her side, until someone told her she had to escape and go home.

Her gloved hand slipped boldly into the older girl’s, and she nodded to her best friend. “I’m with you.” Charybdis confirmed, and stretched out her skinny legs to the max to try and keep up with the more powerful senshi. Of course, this run was not the first time in the last few years that she had been glad that Jada was big on making sure Giulia did her cardio; even with her magic she would have been winded by the jog if she wasn’t so used to running all the time!

Seeing the monster was pretty awful. It was soooooo big; Charybdis had never seen a youma that looked this large. It was bigger than a building, and while its aura didn’t feel Chaos-bad (and there seemed to be several Chaos people here trying to fight it) it was still definitely going to be a problem for the city if it made its way past the people fighting it. “Okay.” Charybdis agreed with her friend, and looked around for something she could do. She needed to do her part to help fight, but against this monster it would be bad- Shiny Pup was more likely to hurt the people fighting the monster than hurt the monster itself.

She rushed forward, towards the monster’s head, and threw a rock at it. “SEAL PUP!” she cried valiantly, hoping she could get the monster’s attention to focus on her little pup-

Who pranced around in front of the scaly monster, orking and borking loudly and joyously. If only the monster would try and eat her pup, maybe someone else would have the opportunity to hurt it!

Corrupt Senshi Lazurite- Damage 2

Lazurite couldn’t ignore a direct order from her General, though the idea of a large scale battle had her quaking in her stylish and slightly impractical shoes...and the idea of a senshi royal made her want to just...vomit up the dinner she had just eaten...but.

She was a good soldier and now here she was, hurrying to the scene where a huge monster was...being a huge monster.

Honestly, taking one look at the thing almost had her turning right around to run but...but then she saw her General and couldn’t be seen as a complete and total coward. “G-general Jet! Lazurite here reporting for um...duty…do...how do...I…”

She struggled to keep the rising panic from her voice and...didn’t do a great job. “...Ideas? Um. Sir?”

There were people throwing rocks. She could throw a rock too! And she tried. It wasn’t her fault that the thing didn’t go far at all…

It was the thought that counted anyway.

Sailor Pleione, Senshi of Fog:
Damage: 8

He honestly didn't know why he bothered powering up, he really didn't, it wasn't like he made a good senshi and he knew it. He didn't like it but he'd already accepted that. He had mopre important things to do, like college, and other things. He had kept close to his family and worked hard in school and didn't allow himself a lot of time otherwise, aside from hurling practice and matches. He didn't feel like he needed to.

Tonight though things has started to feel strange, even for him, and even as a civilian he knew the cities issues with magic and things happening around holidays and celebrations of any sort.

That was why after hurling practice he'd headed away from where anyone might see him and powered up. He might not give much for being a senshi, he had never had a reason to, but he always kept the pen around. Partically he kept it with him so no one in his family found it. The other reason was in case he ever needed it, like now.

He was glad he had it because when he did power up he felt a lot of thigns- it was over whelming really. When he did arrive at whatever was happening all he could think to do, aside from stare, was grab a rock and throw it at the monster. It wouldn't do much but he was not much of a senshi either.

(Someone please help this baby. Someone needs to teach him, after this all, how to be a senshi and why to be one. I wanna actually do things with him. pls help.)

[Mycenae, Page of Mercury: 2 DMG]

It was impossible to miss the beast that had appeared in the city like a great, glowing Godzilla. Mycenae was not one to get himself involved in unnecessary fights, but this fight, he was fairly certain, was very, very necessary. There was no standing on the sidelines--not with sometihng like that bearing down on things.

So he booked it to the outskirts of the city where the beast lurked, and it was without an ounce of hesitation that he scooped up a rock, tossed it in the air, and hit it at the monster with his shilleagh like a baseball.

"Hells," he said, under his breath. This was going to be deeply troublesome, he was sure.

Chibi Super Sailor Anser: DMG = 10

"You told me not to come!" chirped Anser, shooting her brother a wide grin as she stopped beside him. Her skirts and bows flared out around her as she twirled, still far too excited about battling even considering the giant reptilian monster in front of her.

She ignored the side-eye her brother gave her. Anser thought he should be used to this by now. It had been a few years since she had become a senshi!

... And she was still a chibi, but she would ignore that part.

"Besides!" Anser cracked her knuckles. "I know exactly how to take out giant lizards. You see this kinda s**t in video games all the time."

She ignored her brother as she opted to take a swing at one of the lizard's legs instead. Anser felt her knuckles smack against the lizard's leg and let out a bark of victory, ignoring the dismayed expression Encke gave her as she darted to figure out the next best possible weak spot.

Paradise, Page of Cosmos - 9

It had been a lovely night on the town, watching the fireworks, keeping an eye out for monsters, spending time with her husband. Thankfully there was a monster that showed up. Okay, not thankfully but it would give her something to do, and a reason to wear her fancy Page dress, and to gush over her husband’s handsome Page uniform.

“You know, as much as I love the way you look in your dress uniform, this isn’t so bad,” Paradise smiled up at him, starry eyed about how handsome he was. “A little rugged. Almost like Robin Hood. Oh, should we call the boys? Wait, no, Peter is supposed to be taking care of the little ones tonight, I think. Have you talked to Michael yet? No, I suppose this isn’t the time to discuss our son’s need for therapy,” she answered for herself and turned to look back up at the monster that had appeared.

There were plenty of other Senshi and Knights around. All were much younger, but that was fine. She was still in good shape for her age. And people were living longer and longer every year!

“Help me find a weapon. You can’t just run up to it and punch it. Or maybe you can…” she trailed off, looking thoughtfully in its direction.

Empyrean, Page of Jupiter - 6

Empyrean arrived, took one look at the massive creature, and decided, “I’m too old for this.”

At seventy, many would likely argue that he was, in fact, too old, but being remarkably healthy and in excellent shape for his age, Empyrean never felt it until that moment, staring at the oversized body of the reptilian monster with its sights set on Destiny City.

When he awoke as a Page several days ago, he thought, This won’t be so bad. I was getting restless in my retirement anyway.

Now, all he could think was, I should be at home enjoying a glass of wine.

Their children had been doing this for years? And somehow survived this long?

At least his wife was handling it well. A bit too well, in fact. Perhaps Peter and Paris had been right about keeping her away from the magical war. This monster could flatten her with a single step. (Nevermind that it could do the same to him.)

“Darling, I really don’t think punching it would be advisable,” Empyrean said, quiet and patient, used to his wife’s antics.

All he had at his disposal was an old, rusty anemometer. No magic, just his brute strength and a device to measure wind speed. Empyrean’s decades of military service had not prepared him to face Godzilla without adequate firepower.

He threw the anemometer at the monster’s flank, for all the good it would do. (Likely none.)

Corrupt Sailor Psilomelane: 8

Psilomelane had been walking the city, looking it over, learning it, prodding into streets and shops and festival stalls and five-way intersections in search of a memory, or a ghost of a memory, or a feeling, or anything to connect her to this place. But rather than remembering, she felt marvel — awe of the old stone that comprised the city's more beautiful buildings, the sleek newness of the stucco building next to it, the seedy district streets where bars were open late and people slalomed over the sidewalk, giving up their hard-bought dinners to it. She recalled none of it, and thus it was new.

But that marvel dissipated once a drunk attempted-draining-target leaned on her, slurred out some nonsense she couldn't decode, and threw up on her skirts. She tried to drain him, though she couldn't recall how, so she slapped him. Then she left him as he melted onto the sidewalk, and made her way up to the roofline.

Then she saw something akin to a gamma ray burst. She didn't pause to wonder how she knew what that was.

Next came another unfamiliar buzzing, a sense of urgency. She felt about herself, cringed when she remembered where she stowed her communicator, and gingerly pried apart the vomit-sticky folds of her skirt pocket to pick the thing out of its wet, stained home.

— General Jet. All available Negaverse Agents and Senshi… She listened on, fidgeted with the pen until she remembered how to open it to tablet form. On the screen, flashing red, were GPS coordinates. The tool had some kind of map functionality, too. Good, she needed it.

She'd listen as she went. Vomit-streaked skirt now forgotten, Pavo Psilomelane followed her tablet's pathing through Destiny City's choked thoroughfares. All the while, she stole glances at the sky, expecting another barrage of bright to paint the city in darkness. She swallowed her dread; she had orders, and they hadn't included panic.

When she'd arrived, a small army collected around a column of pure light in crocodilian shape. She squinted at it, then at the ground nearest it, and circled about it while she had enough distance to do so. She'd go in from the side. She couldn't remember her magic, but she knew how to kick. Somehow.

She sprinted toward it, spun into a kick, and struck the thing to… Very little effect. She wasn't sure how it felt solid. Wasn't sure what they should do about it. No one else looked any more wise to it. Whoever Jet was sounded reasonably in charge, so she fell back to look for anyone who might answer to that name.