It looked like the blight had reached it's boiling point on Earth, and it decided to do so in an annoyingly dark room. Great.
Her pupils went a little wider as she both adjusted to the lower light and the higher vantage point that she immediately took upon realizing the energies in the room. No point in hiding her energy signature with this many Order allies around; who cared if she was a whole beacon?
She turned her attention to her assailants.
"Try me."
And all five feet of her launched on these mockeries of a human figure--
'Why do we even do this? Why do we keep answering these calls?'
'Because you wouldn't let me go alone. And you know you can't stop me from going.'
Why couldn't he just tell Imhotep to just deal with this s**t himself? What was wrong with just telling his husband to handle whatever the ******** this was? Dripping humanoid drooling goop monsters? Really? This was almost worse than the standard youma just by how much he wasn't necessarily enjoying the texture when he socked these things.
He didn't have the convenience of a stick! He had a test tube!
"I hope you know I'm done with this." He wasn't. "I'm making you do this next time."
First Stage characters and Cats in Human Form should roll 5+1d10 for physical damage. (min 6 damage, max 15)
"No you aren't." He knew his husband more than well enough to know better. Even if Imhotep told Promethei to stay home, Promethei would not stay home. Imhotep did not use his tiny balsa wood stick this time to try and whack anything. Instead, he coiled an arm back and let it go toward the last of the three monsters that had challenged him.
As his fist made contact, he regretted it immediately.
It felt like... oatmeal, maybe.
Cold sour milk.
Oil that had been left to cool in a pan and was now a solid mass of gelatinous--
A shudder rolled through his body as he pulled his fist back almost as quickly as he'd let it fly forward. Luckily, that seemed to be too much for the creature in front of him, as it fell away. Another shudder coursed through him as he wiped his hand off on his tunic and pants. "If I'd wanted to feel something like that, I would have become a forensic pathologist."
First Stage characters and Cats in Human Form should roll 5+1d10 for physical damage. (min 6 damage, max 15)
Seeing one of them remain was not good for her ambient frustration. It reached weakly for her, and Tikal shoved it away with a hiss. That proved too much for it, and it stayed where it fell. Not that Tikal could see very well where that was, what with all the darkness. She didn't carry matches on her. She would have to change that in the future.
As it was, she wasted little time looking from one side to the other to try to see if anyone she could get to needed help. Tikal was not sure she could reach the senshi in the center being swarmed.
First Stage characters and Cats in Human Form should roll 5+1d10 for physical damage. (min 6 damage, max 15)
...If Lysvi had seen what Yddagen had just done, they would have never let him live it down. He hurried to redeem himself, managing--barely--to fend off the other two monsters left in front of him. He kept his blaster at ready, glancing over his shoulder and around to try and see what he could. The dimness of the area was doing him no favours. The blaster fire had given brief flashes of light, but nothing he could actually do anything with.
Instead, he tried to hear over the commotion of other people fighting, trying to hear if anyone was yelling for attention.
"See?" Promethei stared down his monster harder and wondered why the ******** this disgusting insult to grits insisted on continuing to stand in front of him. He swung at it again, trying to suppress the unpleasant and unwanted feeling that followed. "Disgusting. If you want to keep following these calls and dealing with this..."
He turned around and wiped his hand on Imhotep's shirt, just for good measure.
"You can, I'm out."
He wasn't.
But he did want to lower himself into a watered-down bleach solution.
Erytheia was not surprised. For once in his life, being summoned to defeat otherworldly creatures felt… normal? No… not normal.
Familiar.
The knight recognized these inky black creatures as what Ida had called Blight. There was no mistaking that now. These were the same creatures he had encountered on the senshi’s world back when he was a page.
It had… not been a good time for him, to say the least. (Getting one-shot the second you land foot on another planet for the first time was decidedly not a good look.)
But now things were different. He wasn’t just some eighteen-year-old kid anymore. He had magic of his own. He had faced a Chaos Seed before on his own world.
And, perhaps more importantly, his emotional range had improved.
Sailor Cepheus HP: 50/50 Damage to Blights: 6+5: 11. All 3 down!
This wasn't going anywhere -- there were too many of them, more swarming in every second, and with a gulp Cepheus looked up: if she didn't take out these ones, she'd have more on her soon, and she was not too large of a person, as it went. If any of them properly jumped her... she'd probably get swarmed.
Hitting them was easier, the second time. Not considerably so, but it was easier. She didn't even really think about it.
Eleonora let out a frustrated grunt that sounded so foreign it made her sister turn to her with a raised brow.
The phone she held was haphazardly tossed back into her subspace pocket once she realized that she had no means of reaching out to Antisana to let him know she had arrived. All she could do was scan the crowd and hope to spot him from a distance.
"Are you sure you want to go in there?" Alcor spoke with varying levels of caution. As much as she might relate this to last time they were part of a large fray like this one, the main difference seemed to be that everyone was fighting against the same monster-like figures she had seen on her world with Dia.
If they were in fact created by the Negaverse then clearly they were out of control as it seemed even their officers seemed to be struggling against them.
"I know what you're thinking. If you want to go home then that's fine. But I made a promise to Antisana." One she had no intention of backing out of. Youma or not, these things were equally dangerous and she knew that he'd only reach out to her if it was something he couldn't handle.
"I'm not going to leave you, just- be wary" Alcor placed a hand on Eleonora's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Unlike last time they were going in this together, not separate, and hopefully coming out alive as well.
"Thank you," Ele offered a weak smile knowing that they weren't going to be coming out of this without a few bruises at least.
Her eyes scanned over both familiar and unfamiliar faces. Most she didn't care to know their names but at least recognized them from similar gatherings. No Athene, from what she'd seen, and no Liryn either; but he'd be more difficult to spot if he was in the fray dodging between feet in his feline form.
"There!" she almost shouted, pointing in the direction of the Pluto knight with purple hair with three of those humanoid creatures descending upon them. From where they stood, Eleonora saw him hit one with a plank and it seemed to work but the other two were still very much moving.
Eleonora didn't wait, didn't even give her sister a chance to grab hold of her arm and make her wait a moment so they could figure out the safest path to get to him. She just- ran. Straight in a beeline, hands glowing a bright red from her magic.
Alcor followed suit, summoning the Touch of Cold and reaching out when one of the monsters got between her and Eleonora, then again with another that stepped in the way."Take care of these first, then go to him. Otherwise, we'll get swarmed." She struggled with the third while one reached out and grabbed hold of Eleonora's hood eliciting a yelp from her pale-haired twin.
indigo_plateau
They're trying to get to him.
Shanyume rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-6)
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2022 12:33 pm
Xyla - Guardian Cat HP: 50 Damage to Blight Monsters: 4+4 = 8 (one down, one at 5/5 HP and one at 2/5HP
Monsters and Order and Chaos - Oh my!
A gathering of so many powered individuals was most intriguing. Where was known, but who and why- such a mystery.
Drawn by an immense level of curiosity, Xyla wandered near a high perch to observe the ongoing of the fight nearby. Creatures emerged, three to one; overwhelming odds but not impossible to overcome. All for one and everyone for themselves but one and two make pairs and in that became clusters of groups- teams gatherd.
Pockets of concentrated Chaos among the inky humanoid beings and in the throng of oily masses she spotted one most familiar. Beside him, an arms length away another of her own; beautiful Hylonome.
One, two, and herself made two and a half but three were still missing.
"How bothersome," she hummed before jumping down from her perch.
Xyla ran quickly into the fray, horrible choice but hers were among the masses and as a guarding it was her duity to help. However, a mauvian out in the middle of a mob of powered people and humanoid monsters made for an unintentional trip hazard and while she knew of the general direction she last saw Prehnite, when lost among the shuffling of feet and heeled boots, she could only rely on her ability to sense General's auras around her.
One unknown monster stood in her way and she clawed her way through them while maneuvering her way beyond it in search of something most precious.
Work had been long and tiring; more so because of the restless nights spent worrying about her wonder. What her and Beira had discovered there was more than a little worry some especially since he was the only one she had ever brought there with her. All other times she had explored around it alone.
Unless that dark spot, or the things that emerged from it, had been imprisoned there from a lifetime before hers then it only made sense that she had some how brought it there with her without knowing it.
Rainier wanted to go back, to see if those things still wandered the icy hallways or if they had frozen over in the cold temperatures and became solid once more. But being a Page had its limits and she could not go again for at least a couple more weeks.
Still, there were other places she could go in the meantime but after powering up she received a concerning distress signal from her ring. It was the first time it had done such a thing but rather than consider the dangers, Rainier reacted as if she were still in her police uniform responding to an emergency call and ran in the direction of the coordinates given.
When she arrived it was pure chaos; overwhelming odds against anyone with a powered signature.
She withdrew her weapon from its spot on her wrist, extending the cord to its full length and offered what aid she could as another person able to fight.
Hatsya had been content watching the fight from afar. Close enough to sense the auras and observe but far enough away to not get involved.
Panic swelled inside her at the memory of the fight that happened at the fountain. The one where she had been confronted by a Transcended Polaris knight and had her arm broken for swinging a magical sword at a chibi that had gotten in her way.
Order versus Chaos then...
Same as when the Negaverse had ambushed the White Moon up on the hill while they tried to protect the generators for the Vanguard. Another harrowing experience but she had walked away from that one whole and unharmed- just shaken mostly.
Alive-
The same way she expected today to end and was about to leave when she spotted a particular pink-haired General which elicited an audible groan from her. "Idiot..." If he was out there then surely someone else on their team had followed in after.
"Guess I have no choice." Hatsya sighed again, resigned herself to what she knew was going to be a horrible outcome but knew that Prehnite had two weapons at his disposal and if she was going to per her neck on the line then he'd at least better have the courtesy of letting her go down fighting.
Taking a Saturday night off from Scandals felt, on a fundamental and visceral level, just. plain. wrong.
Then again, pretty much everything had felt just. plain. wrong. since having his starseed ripped out by some Uncanny Valley robot in a bad Lestat cosplay. (An event that he still had not discussed with Soya, or Haruhi, or Levi, or……well. Anyone but the fun-size senshi with the tramp-stamp wings. At that, Kerberos only got the honors because he’d saved Reiki’s a**, up on Astraya.)
On the plus, there was the comfort of powering up so he could head to North-End Park and see a certain pocket-sized thot—and tonight, that meant Reiki getting a chance to throw himself into some ******** Shenanigans and just. not think. about anything, preferably. Visiting Kerberos at his bench was the best way to get the tea on what was happening in the world of magical heroes, it seemed. It was only thanks to him that Reiki wound up going to Ida’s meeting about the blight-seed in the first place, and now, it was how he knew to follow along after Blossom. s**t, it seemed, was going down.
(On the way there, a similar alert buzzed on his Dark Mirror phone—which would’ve shocked Reiki if he’d had the mental bandwidth to process it all right now. Did anyone in his Court even use these asinine things outside of emergency situations? Jesus.)
As they descended into the fray, though, Reiki didn’t really mind having two notices. Nothing would’ve prepared him for how intense it all was. Blight monsters running all over, swarming on so many people wearing so many different colors and—“Oh, what the ******** are literal children doing here, Blossom?!”
Not that, in consideration, Kerberos necessarily knew, but for all Reiki refused to admit it aloud, he had mentally assigned Kerberos to the role of Senpai, like………a while ago, at this point? The impulse to ask him questions just came naturally. And truly: Reiki had only accused Sailor Untitled Goose Game of being twelve because she looked like she couldn’t legally buy her own liquor or get into Scandals without an “Under 21 or In Recovery” wristband. He’d believed her when she’d told him she was in college! Because honestly, whomst! the! ********! was letting actual babies!!! out in these magical hijinks! Diving into the havoc, Reiki counted at least three of them—one in spats and tails that looked like an Emperor penguin; another in pants like a red designer tracksuit and a tunic like one of the knights at a Renaissance festival; and a third with chrysanthemum designs all over, and hair decos that looked straight out of Edo period Imperial court fashion—and there was not enough what the ********> in Reiki’s body for the existence of one tiny senshi who actually belonged in middle school, never mind three.
………Never mind the part where all of them had white fukus, not black like the senshi from the Dark Mirror and the Negaverse.
Seriously?! ******** seriously! What did Order senshi need child soldiers for when they had people like Kerberos, like Encke, like Ida? Was that Cosmos lunatic behind this s**t? Recruiting tiny humans instead of letting them do their goddamn homework and stress about who was going out with whom this week? This magical girl gang war garbage wasn’t ******** Pretty Cure! Something out here was going to kill them!!!
—and if he didn’t pay better attention, something out here was going to kill Reiki.
Three Blights flocked to him, and ugh—he’d kept his disgusting, morally inexcusable, horror-terror ********, “having these powers probably means I’m a bad person on a basic level that I’ll never be able to fix, huh?” magic to himself like a good girl for so long. Weeks! But against these little bitches? Oh, thank someone’s various gods that he really didn’t have to.
Focusing on only hitting the Blights—not any of the people fighting them, and definitely not Kerberos, sooner death than hitting Kerberos with this garbage ever again—Reiki extended his hand, yanked down on the invisible string. “Gnawing Hunger!”
On the plus, the magic went off without a hitch, and took out two Blights. In a display almost as horrifying as what his magic did to actual people, the Blights twisted in on themselves as the magic did its work, screeching and clawing themselves apart until all they had nothing left.
On the rather significant downside, though, one of them still had some fight left in ******** class="quote">
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Sailor Scout Attack: Gnawing Hunger.
Extending an arm, Murikabushi bends his wrist back; as he calls the name of his attack, he curls his fingers into a fist, then jerks his hand down as if tugging a cord. Enemies within 10 feet of him begin to feel a powerful hunger or sense of craving, one they feel cannot be sated, and yet, they are compelled to try. This craving can be for anything—food, drink, affection/intimacy, alcohol or narcotics, the answers to the math homework, etc.—but it is quite distracting. This spell lasts for 25 seconds, and Murikabushi can use it three times per battle.
Successfully aimed only at Blights, this time!
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soz babes about your melodramatic puppy cosplaying as a very tall adult human @ kerberos
"Why" Markeb balled up a fist and threw a weak punch at Vauxite's shoulder. "You're such an idiot, why would you make me come here" her voice hit an octive that made several of the humanoid creatures turn in their direction.
Vaux, on his part, took the assault for what it was, brushed it off with a roll of his shoulder and summoned both icicles to hand. "Knowing how to fight but choosing not to is one thing, but there is no excuse not to know how to defend yourself. If this is the only way to get you to realize that then I will bring you to ever fight with me."
"We're going to die..." Markeb's arms fell to her sides in resignation as her brother essentially slice n' diced the first three monsters that descended upon him. Two, however, went around and made a beeline for her while another approached from behind.
"Markeb!" Vaux threw one of his plastic icicles in his sister's direction which she used to stab at the creatures while letting out a startled scream.
tefla rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1Total: 1 (1-10)
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2022 2:05 pm
Corrupt Sailor Hylonome of Edelweiss HP: 50 HP Damage to Blights (her own): 5 + 1 = 6 .... 1 blight destroyed. 1 blight 4/5, the other blight is 5/5 hp.
It probably wasn't in the best mindset that Hylonome found herself agreeing to be pulled into a battle by her General but she thought that through the whole mess with the robots that she had handled herself alright. There had been moments of confusion and doubt sown into her mind but she'd shaken off the mental shackles before telling Prehnite all that she had experienced. Honestly though the words that had been spoken to her still caused a feeling of unease. Realizing, perhaps a moment too late, that she'd never really experienced combat had Hylonome being set upon by a trio of ink-blot type creatures. She flailed about in desperation and managed to destroy one of her attackers but the other two barely flinched. They continued to swarm around her and she shuddered before trying to catch sight of Prehnite.
This was a rather poor showing on her behalf but at least she had come when asked? What else could she have done differently?
shiningamisgirl
Taking Prehnite's acceptance of a ride (teleporting) to the battle, pitching battle as soon as she arrives.
Amaterasu followed Izanami as she took off running when her phone went off. The little Senshi didn't fully understand what was happening but she knew something bad was happening.
As they arrived on the scene of a closed subway a bunch of gross monsters were attacking people. She cheered as her big sister immolated two of the monsters.
However as she cheering her sister on three of the monsters came after her. She noticed just in time and leapt at the monsters punching and scratching with all her might. She couldn't do damage with her magic like her sister but she could still fight back with her hands. She managed to take down two of the gross creatures was trying to take out the final one.
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