Nectaris In the middle of things with Faustite etc. Being stressed.
Nectaris hadn't been expecting things to get more tense, considering that she'd literally had to do a groupchat a few days ago about how they were expecting this to go horribly wrong, one way or another.
Nowhere in that groupchat, or in the possibilities of what ifs, had there been anything about Lysithea staring at them like that, not talking to them at all. Was she mad? She didn't know why she'd be mad, it had been fine at that other purification a few days ago.
Of course, that had been a lot different from this.
At least one of the other ones with her was waving, so Nectaris waved back.
She also wasn't sure who Encke was texting. Probably Ida, but there was no way to try to stalk it.
"See? We're not doing anything bad," she told Faustite as Lysithea powered up, but that was all she had to say.
She was still standing stiff, and still, and not like herself at all. Skoll's presence got a nod but little else.
The continued silence was shooting his anxiety to eleven.
Well, until it very much wasn't, replaced with shock and confusion as the leader of the court, Elex's sister, Faustite's sister, stood in front of them with wings and wearing a purple dress.
"I had no idea," he declared to the three of them, very explicit and clear. "I was calling out to a different royal."
Princess Ida was a known quantity. She had ... ascended? was that the right word? during that battle against the blight that was attempting to eat at the Earth. This princess, this Princess Lysithea? He never knew. If he had known, just telling her court and getting them on board would have been enough, but... now she was reaching out to Faustite and Encke didn't know what to do with that. On one hand this was good. Great, even. Probably.
"Talking to Ida," he murmured to Nectaris and Skoll, then, as he looked back to his phone. His smile quirked.
At least this was a surprise to everyone.
to Ida
no, actually. the leader of the court, Lysithea? She's apparently Princess Lysithea i had no idea
If she wanted it, Encke subtly offered his hand to Nectaris.
... Why wasn't he told this? He didn't like the tension in the air, the way they were being eyed with suspicion, the way--
Encke buried it. At this juncture, it would be of no use.
to Kerberos, Anakeion, Basiluzzo, Skoll, Cybele, Viatrix, Illyria, and Ida
there's another princess their court leader forming around the wand now
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Tama, Guardian Cat (With Albite, Aquamarine and Jet)
Tama purred in response to Albite, even if his name had been turned into a virtual pet toy. It was better than ‘cat’, he supposed, as Faustite would use for him.
“No royal. Yet. Aqua is right. They’d be stupid if they didn’t bring one. The White Moon is… disorganized, but not that much.” The cat clung to the senshi, despite the pacing. Did he get that trait from his husband soon-to-be-not-youma. “Yes, Jet. We will get him back.”
But his voice was dry as if he were repeating the general-king for his own reassurance only.
Action: Malus and Adria are lending their strength to the Court Wand; they are quiet but hopeful to do what they can
The arrival of a new Senshi brought alarm to both Malus and Adria, who had not immediately recognized that she was with Encke until they started speaking. It could have been anyone–trying to interrupt, or help. A stranger who happened upon the group.
It wasn’t an accident though–it wasn’t one of those catastrophic ‘anythings’ that could have gone wrong. Maybe. They hoped.
Adria was almost numb from nerves, but Malus was at least aware of what was going on. He drew in a breath and even managed something of a smile for Encke and Nectaris. It wasn’t their fault that he was high strung, it was this whole thing, and the faster it was over, the faster everyone would be safe. Everyone could breathe.
Lysithea had shifted into her Princess form. She had tapped into the power that they needed, that they’d promised. There was something reassuring about having that power right next to them, to knowing that if something went wrong, she had a reserve of energy capable of–
Well, they didn’t really know. It was still new to them, and they’d only seen her at her true power once. It had been overwhelming as her allies, so they could only hope that if anyone felt her energy now, they’d stay away.
A purification was quick, though. Hopefully. They’d only ever done this with the Court and a Royal, not the Royal in the Court.
Adria moved closer when Varuna moved him, and his hand landed next to hers. Malus moved when they did to touch the Court wand as well.
It might have been quiet between the groups, but they would have time to talk after all of this–when Faustite was safe. And, preferably, alive.
They just hoped this was enough to save him from whatever was tearing him apart.
Action: Hiding on the sidelines with Ganymede, Lucasta, and Sessrumnir
Alastor didn’t like to show up anywhere underdressed, but sometimes there were situations that called for it. When the goal was to keep quiet and not make a scene, it was an easy sacrifice to abandon all parts of his uniform that might make noise. If they were hiding in the park, he didn’t want a chain to snag on a bush, or the wind to jingle an earring.
He’d braided his hair to keep it out of his face and leaned against the tree with his arms over his chest as he waited.
Honestly, he didn’t really know much of what was going on. He sensed the energy signatures from different parties. Only one spec of Chaos in the sea of Senshi, and a single Knight. And Faustite, presumably, but there was a sour taste in his mouth when he felt him.
Purification was obviously the ideal, at least here, but there was a part of him–the part he tried to keep quiet, mostly, that reminded him it would probably just be easier if they killed the Negaverse and let the Cauldron scrub their starseeds clean so they could have a second chance.
Alastor had no sympathy for Faustite. If someone thought they could save him, that was their project. Their burden. Their risk.
Being here to make sure they didn’t get hurt in the process was the best he could offer.
Hiding wasn’t necessarily Alastor’s style; he would rather be up front and center and deal with things head-on, but for this he didn’t mind taking a back seat. He trusted the three he’d arrived with–Ganymede, Lucasta, and Sessrumnir were all veterans in this war. It didn’t matter how old he was or how strong he was, the Negaverse was a beast they’d wrestled with far more than he had. He wished he could see more, but this was the safest option for now.
There were fluctuating energy signatures–a Royal, but that was expected. Things were moving forward. Alastor didn’t speak; he had no role in this unless something went wrong. And if everything went well, then he was here for emotional support.
When they were powered up, he was always careful. He brushed his elbow against Sessrumnir’s, just a small reassurance.
Action: Waiting near the Court and watching the group. Melodramatic.
Zac hated all of this. If he’d had his way, Lysithea would have just forgotten to show up and Faustite would have burned out. The guy looked ******** up right now, like a strong wind could have just blown him away. Dusted him like the youma he almost was.
He was more monster than person, anyway. Always had been. Maybe he was even born that way and the Chaos had nothing to do with it.
Zac was clenching his jaw so tightly that it had already popped once, but he didn’t even seem aware of the damage he was doing to himself.
He stood in the shadows at the nearest convenient, incognito location he could find before they showed up. He’d arrived as a civilian but he was ready to power up. He wanted to.
Realistically, he knew it was wrong for him to want things to go south. It wasn’t because he wanted Lysithea to fail, it was just because he wanted Faustite to get what he had coming to him.
Maybe he’d purify and suddenly be a perfect saint. Probably not. Zac was going to hate him whether he was in the Negaverse or not.
He dug his nails into the sleeve of his sweater and tried to reign himself in. He was tapping one toe against ground below him but it was the only outward sign of his agitation. Except for the glower on his face. Not that anyone could see it. He was dressed in all black and his hoodie was up. It wasn’t making enough noise to draw attention, and he was good at hiding himself. That part was easy. The waiting was hard.
Zac couldn’t feel any of their energy signatures but every movement put him more on edge. The leaves across the way blew and he tensed, waiting for something to go wrong. It didn’t.
Lysithea’s wings were out. The Court was gearing up.
Would Faustite be coming home with them? Lysithea wanted to offer him a bedroom. Ugh, he could puke. He hoped Faustite was scared of dogs. Although, Evan’s dog was too friendly. Todd, too.
His eye was twitching now. He was trying to stay calm. No matter how this ended, he was screwed. He had a front row seat to the worst show in Destiny City and it sucked.
The typical earthy forest noises bothered him little. In fact? He would’ve liked more crickets, the sound of nesting owls, a few bats. Figured the lingering presence of ‘human’ was enough to quiet their part of the forest momentarily. It gave every fresh new snap of twig and shift of weighted branch an edge—
In the dark, dressed in dark colors, being innocuous and obscure as possible. Reed could only manage idle banter and useless chatter so long; before eventually shifting to stand near a hooded hunch of form — Yuuri— Reed figured it wouldn’t kill him to step away from the tree-line for the seconds he would’ve needed to receive a text and drag on *power* and leap into action…whatever was going on out there in the dark? It wasn’t happening in any way that had sprung either signal or alarm— and honestly? Prehnite wasn’t one to rush in where angles lay waiting for them to tread, better to give it time to happen if the intel given and shared suggested they wouldn’t simply purify Faustite and whisk him away in a flash….
Or kill him.
Not if it was Lysithia heading the herd as they’d been led to expect—
Who knew. Nothing to do for it yet. Except wait, and if he was going to wait in peace and quiet? He was happier by far to do it by the other man’s side, passively near thing of warmth; though Reed did bend his head the once to peek at the knotted hole in the hood, the tuft of sprawling black bangs.
Texted a string of words into his phones notepad app and held it before the tucked away eternal-to-be:
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Not yet, but soon. We’ve got this.
Reed didn’t do reassurance well, and speaking felt like far too much amongst all the whispers and the creak shoes over leaves. He let the screen glow a moment more in Yuuris view, before letting it go dark again so that he could await further orders; all while holding a supportive position patiently at Yuuris side.
The wait was on and Syrus tried to manage his own restless insides quietly as was humanly possible, which devolved into looking back over his shoulder; brow raised at the offered nick-name/code name/way to detract from the anxiousness that crawled at his own skin —“Kitten, really?” and he wasn’t sure if the other blond struck him as the ‘kitten’ type, but maybe? He knew not a soul there in the space save Matt though; little more to do than passively watch the pair engage. Silver and gold having a discussion, looking at ease, and Syrus shrugged for the consideration of it all.
“Then —he’d be ‘silver fox’ —“ the blond softly hummed around a faint smile as he glanced briefly over the one talking to ‘kitten’; then moved on. It became a lovely bit of distraction from the tension he felt in his soul. Some well needed relief to imagine up names for the rest slowly, as the seconds ticked down and his phone sat dark, clutched between his cold hands. He absently ran his nails over glitzy pop-socket time and time again, traces the edges while everything else stayed still around them..
“I know he’s right — know Jets right — know you’re right, too, Tama,” the words sifted loose in a sigh, Albite tilted his head ever so slightly, graced the kitten with a partially distracted nuzzle as if he were his own Hayhay; all ready to ride n energetic.
“I think it’s especially because it’s Lysi that I’m so—like this? Maybe it’s a trait of Jupiter Moon’ed Senshi, whaddya think?” a one sided shrug so as not to dislodge the shoulder cat perched along for the ride. Albite knew the sentence out his mouth was senseless, lacked cognizance, form, or details!! He’d always had thoughts though, theories. Noticed common traits amongst the moons that seemed to share an orbit of larger celestial bodies. Like their capacity for love, sacrifice, grace, and boldness — the big as brass balls that his sister-moons seemed to carry about effortlessly. How the ******** it was that Gany could walk a straight line, let alone fly?! (******** the ‘just gliding’ thing he didn’t believe her!! Wings were made for flying god damnit!)
Then they were the more possessive traits he saw mirrored in them —
Lysi was love and light and a healing touch, but was she also possessive? Was that just him? Was that a thing of Senshi that walked in the shade n on the darker side of that big a** moon — that they were as cracked as they were holy?
“Whatever— whoever’s there? Whatever their getting up to — so long as they don’t get tipped off before this is done? Then everything’ll be fine. S’no different then hunting in a deer blind. Can’t let ‘em smell ya or see ya or feel that you’re out there. Just gotta ride it out n bide our time—-“ and albite did finally find a bit of pause in his pacing, to rock on his heels and face the rest; dreads a dragging noise that worked so well as a warning tone any other time, but grated on his nerves now — would’ve been too ******** loud out there even. “F’it goes on too long though? Signal or not — m’not letting him stay there alone, ah, or surrounded? Whichever it is…Iv’never been more greatful for these earrings than I am right now though. I’ll tell you that.”
Faustites voice in his head, waiting to hear it again, waiting for it to stop because who knew if he’d remember to think thoughts his way int he aftermath?! The culmination of knowledge he had invested in all of that was the only thing keeping him feeling tethered n steady to the here n now.
Waiting for the next reply before Faustites mind went dark—-
Faustite had seen her (Skoll) but once — the one who walked up to Encke like it was the most ******** nonchalant thing to do. She said something to him, though Faustite could not hear it over the crackle and burn of his own flesh. Flame eyes bored into her the moment she looked in his direction, as if to say, why are you here. He didn't ask for her to come along. And if she was here, seeming so sure in talking to Encke right now, then who else was here? Was there anyone else waiting in the woods, waiting like Reed and Syrus and Yuuri and Ren and whoever the ******** Cymophane was in his spare time? Were they expecting an ambush, or were they expecting to kill him?
The knowledge of it placed more pressure on purifying — for if it failed, somehow, perhaps for any reason at all, they would just as likely kill him and be done with it. Die by the White Moon or die by the youma, it wouldn't make much difference in the end. And for as much as he knew that, his nerves ratcheted up regardless.
There are more here. People I didn't ask for. The 'Wolfmother', for one. He hoped Albite could remember that far back.
When Encke spoke to him again, it was equal parts reassuring and dread-inducing. He knew he should be reassured — the entire purpose of this gathering was for him to purify and reclaim his organs and his life from the youma that ate away at him, but to know that Encke reached out to everyone he could entailed less of a chance of success for the Negaverse agents waiting for his signal. Though, why Encke waited this ******** long to reach out for one of their most powerful senshi was beyond him; were they only supposed to appear after the court did whatever they were supposed to do? Were they not allowed to see it? Or was that royal so busy performing purifications everywhere else that Faustite was essentially just another stop on the bus line? Whatever the reason for it, Faustite could do nothing but sit quietly with a small snort.
And then he felt one in a way that demolished his senses and had him flinching for it. Faustite groaned while the youma in him popped and sizzled through the meat on his ribs. The royal that Encke texted didn't waste any ******** time getting there, and Faustite spared half a glance back at him just to prove to himself that it wasn't Encke popping the wings and making a stupid flex out of it.
It wasn't. And as his attention cased around the clearing —
It's Ana. It's ******** Lysithea. Lysithea's the ******** royal.
Dread crushed him first. When she had said that she hadn't needed Cosmos at times, Faustite thought that had to do with a royal, and he had thought it meant she had some other royal at her disposal. He knew of Castor, of Ida and Ganymede, he knew of the others who got themselves listed in the Negaverse Database, though he hadn't met all of them. He knew there were others, but he hadn't expected Lysithea to be her own source for a royal. Hadn't expected that, after purifying had dropped her power to that of a Super Senshi, she could climb her way back to the rank she once was and beyond it. He suspected she would likely feel more secure in having that power.
But Faustite felt nothing but dread and a burgeoning rage for her. She was a Princess, which meant the Negaverse would hunt her to the ends of the earth. If she had knights like the rest of the ones who shared her rank, then the Negaverse would find those knights and kill those knights, if only to see if she would answer their last pleas for mercy. They would not rest, for she used to be one of their own.
They would do the same for him, he knew, but they would not have far to look. Faustite struggled to his feet, pushing off the ground and scrabbling to grasp his knees and push himself up into some semblance of a standing position. Even at that, he was hunched and wearied. Even with the infusion of energy that Encke gave him, and that Nectaris had offered, the youma in him had hungrily sucked it down and left his body to starve for it. Breathing out a smoke laden sigh, he told himself that he would not finish this as a pile of ******** limbs on the floor. Even if he had to ask to borrow Nectaris's butterfly staff to keep himself upright.
Faustite waited until his spinning vision began to slow, until he could catch more than a brief, runaway glimpse of his former sister with a grandiose dress and her court gathered under her wings. She had something in her hand, and each of them had touched it, too. Faustite sucked in a sizzling breath. He felt overheated, felt the white-hot stings of nerves burning away as black meandered up his elbows and knees.
"Okay," he admitted out loud, feeling his resignation mix with dread. Then the youma in him protested by blowing out a blazing arc of fire to his right, sending him stumbling toward Nectaris, Encke, and 'Wolfmother' where he collapsed onto his knees again. His fire was all but gone, nary a ripple a ghost of dim blue, as color had quickly begun to drain from his face.
His voice came as a whisper. "Hurry," he urged, as his vision had begun to narrow.
Aelius shifted closer to the small pines that shielded him. He practically bounced on the balls of his feet, ready to go go go! They had no idea how large or small of a window they would get to get Faustite out of there. How quickly would it all go? Would the court and the royal decide to whisk him away as soon as he was purified? Would Faustite even be able to move afterwards? This wasn’t just a basic purification, not that Aelius had ever witnessed one before, but surely it was more involved and complicated. More dangerous for the person losing a literal half of themselves?
Aelius was growing more and more nervous with each fleeting thought. There was so much they hadn’t thought about, surely. So much that couldn’t have been accounted for. The royal could just whisk him away, couldn’t she? Just like Ida had done that night during the blight. Hell, she took a small little army with her so certainly a group like this could be taken as well.
No. Things had to happen quickly. He was sure everyone would be set to go.
He glanced in the direction that he knew Jada was lurking before turning his eyes back to the scene.
Come on. Come on. Come on! His eyes were wide, straining in the darkness. Fists clenched, nails digging unnoticed into his palms.
It was with a mighty flash of light, the sputtering of flame igniting up and diminishing in such force that sparked Aelius to move. His anxiety of losing Faustite to the White Moon, and the loss of that flame triggered something in the super. He was sure others were moving too. They had to be.
Time wasn’t wasted. Aelius powered up within the shadows of the trees before rushing forward. His legs pumped hard, his long hair like a banner behind him as he worked to close the distance between himself and the court. An attack was already prepped upon his lips as he moved within range, targeting the royal closest to Faustite. Helio was oblivious to everything around him except the goal ahead. They could not fail!
“Roaring Cascade!”
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Roaring Cascade Visual: An opaque wall of hot water shoots up around the target before cascading inward and slamming down on the target. Duration: Immediate effect lasts 35 secs Effects: The pressure of water is great enough to make it difficult to move away and could knock the target off their feet. It can cause the sensation of severe bruising, up to second degree burns or drowning with lasting damage at players discretion. Area of Effect/Range:Anywhere from Heliodor to up to 13 feet away from him. Can be used 2x per battle. Preparation/Incantation: Snapping his fingers, a ring of small golden spheres appear around the targets feet just before the wall of water shoots upwards.
Albite tensed like someoned blown a whistle in his ear. Stilling up and staring into nothing, his head tilted like a string cut mannequin as he began t a l k i n g — About a lady-wolf he’d met the night he’d tried to bring Nectaris in with Taenite and Helio and Faustite — no mention of his showboating a** self doing anything unapproved any day ever!! Nope, just a random chance encounter while running about town and how he’d done his job as a whole a** Eternal. Failed, for sure, but?! It was the trying that counted!!
Boy had he tried!!
Point was? Things seemed to finally be going down! There were unexpected members who’d showed and he relayed that info to those in the room — there was — the Princess was…..
The Royal was Lysithea…………
“Lysithea is the ******** Princess — it’s her court — she’s their…” his office was going to need another bout of remodeling; for how Albite put his eternal heel to his own desk and put that very same desk into the adjacent wall — left the stone-made half-moon cracked and useless out of rage for how the words that filtered into his head next had him nearly throwing the earpiece across the room.
The shouted thoughts echoed in his oft empty skull like a barrage of gunshots errantly fired and ricocheting endlessly.
‘Get the ******** down here ambush was sprung!!’
Faustite might as well have been standing next to him, screaming.
Albite suddenly couldn’t breathe, or maybe all he could do was breathe? He was going to murder something — violently.
Had Jada?! No, but — but no — Jada would never! Never betray them. Never let this happen. Which meant either they’d been caught out already, or? Something had gone horribly ******** w r o n g —
“We've been had. Let’s go.”
They’d been betrayed, he thumbed as much rapid fire into the text thread. Blaring letters that were simple as ‘Go Now’ - and nothing else, none of his customary emojis or happy little signs or typical misspellings. Just a simplified order and sounding to move in.
What mattered most now was getting Faustite back…
Whatever was left of him to get.
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2023 5:40 am
Tama, Guardian Cat (With Albite, Aquamarine and Jet)
Tama, for a brief moment, let himself feel good. Let himself feel Albite’s words. He was right. This was right.
This was wrong.
“Faustite. Where is Faustite?” The cat begged Albite as they teleported in, the desk he had kicked into a wall fading from his view. He did not know who would purify the Faustite before this operation. But he would have never guessed it was someone they didn’t even know was a royal.
Misha would’ve been delighted to chat, even in whispers. He saw Ren, smiled, almost looked around for snowbunnies, but there’d be none present in spring. He knew who Ren must be, knew it like he’d always known it, even if he hadn’t. He would’ve responded — to Ren, to Frostbite — with a laugh and a smile and more banter kept in soft tones, there in the hush of the wooded park, waiting.
Then-
Confusion.
Someone sprang into action. In the darkness, in the rush of it all, Misha didn’t immediately see who. Not him. Not Ren, or Yuuri, or Frostbite, or Jonah. Not Reed. Who? Which of Faustite’s collection of boys…?
The message came. Go Now.
For a single solitary second, Misha stared at the others with all of his confusion on display. Then his expression shuttered, his focus narrowed, his smile returned, but there was a subtle edge to it, almost indistinguishable from the friendly grins he offered so often. He stepped further into the shadows of a tree, and, in rapid succession, used his pen to become Cymophane, then drained the energy from the pendant he summoned from his subspace pocket and took on the illusion of a youma — large, grotesque, with sharp teeth and missing patches of fur and skin.
He waited just long enough to ensure the others were heeding the same call, then vanished and reappeared behind a cluster of Senshi and the wide spread of royal wings.
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Captain Roselite Action: Powering up. Running toward the action, then kind of standing there all surprised pikachu face that something hasn’t gone quite right.
Oh no.
It was time. Or was it? Jonah heard the snap of twigs and the rustle of leaves, feet pounding against dirt and undergrowth before the message even came.
‘Go Now’
Jonah looked toward Yuuri and Reed. He glanced up to the figure in the trees above him (Strix). In the shadows nearby, Misha was Cymophane, then a youma, then gone in an instant. Shivering, Jonah peered through the trees and the darkness. Had the fire gone out? Was Faustite no longer Faustite?
He ducked down and powered up, became Roselite, summoned his weapon and scrambled for the confidence to use it. As a Captain, teleporting more than necessary would leave him too drained to be of much help, so he saved his energy and took off after the aura of a Negaverse Senshi. A Super. Heliodor. He was attacking, going for the Royal — a Royal who wasn’t any of the ones Roselite knew from database entries.
And there, in the middle of it all, was Faustite-
Who was still Faustite.
Oh no.
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Trey felt the tension growing in the slender body beside him, even if Aelius seemed unaware of him or anything else in the area. His attention was all for that unseen area not far away, while Trey's was all for him. It gave him a bad feeling that only got worse the longer time dragged out. Rowan had never been necessarily a patient person... and so much had happened to change him that he was quite a new person now. Unpredictable. Trey could only hope he could keep his brother safe and still accomplish the mission, because he suspected that focus of attention was going to leave no room for keeping himself hale and whole.
And then Aelius was moving. At first, Trey thought he was just shifting positions or pacing, but then the pen came out and his stress levels shot through the ******** roof.
"Aelius, wait..." He hissed, taking a step forward. Jadarite hadn't called for the attack. No one else had moved. It wasn't time yet... Trey swore colorfully as Aelius became Helidor and began running for the purification site. His own pen was already in his hand as he began to run after him, cloth and hair falling about him in swirls of smoke. This was wrong... this was not the plan! But there was no way he was going to let Helio go alone.
He was a dark purple shadow behind his brother, pushing to try to close the gap between them. His mind ran at double speed as his boots pounded the grass.
The other side would have felt their signatures the moment they powered up. Even if he teleported, grabbed Helio and removed them, it would still have blown their cover. Would they realize it was an ambush, or just a pair of lone agents, come to try and stop the purification? Would they take Faustite and run? Should they let them do so? They could perform the purification elsewhere, and time was already short for Faustite. But that would negate the plan to take him after and bring him back... Which was the lesser of two evils?
Faustite living was better than Faustite dead. So make it look like an interruption. Feint an attack. Make them run. They would have to find him again, some day, and capture him again. Sadness, frustration, anger coiled in his chest but he was close behind Heliodor when he set off his magic, and Fafnir channeled those feelings into his own.
"Fafnir's Blight." He hissed between his teeth as smoke boiled from his mouth, rushing toward the shining form of the princess and the others clustered around her.
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Fafnir's Blight
Fafnir blows out a cloud of sickly purple gas that saps the energy and health of those who stumble into it. Those caught within the cone will see signs of disease on expose skin and eyes, and are significantly sickened by it as it saps their energy and health, affecting their performance. The gas can travel up to ten feet, but fades away after a few seconds. The effect can last up to 30 seconds. Breathing does not affect it, and he can use it twice per battle.
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2023 8:47 am
Corrupt Super Sailor Mizuki Action: Powering up and also pulling a shocked pikachu at Helio, then tunnel visioning him
Suddenly people were moving. People powered up around her and vanished, or just started running towards the meeting point. Power flared around her with a whisper and touch of her henshin pen and then she was moving, too.
Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.
She darted between trees until she came to the clearing. Oh... oh no.
The royal was Lysithea, someone she knew only out of vague association - though had some memories that she'd once been a corrupt. And Helio was attacking her.
More than that, though, was the fact that Faustite was still physically bonded with the youma.
No no no no no nonononononono NO!
Seething rage flared in her chest and she tunnel focused at Heliodor.
"Faustite still has the youma inside of him you absolutely idiot!!" she screamed, sprinting across the field and manifesting a lilac petal in her hand. That idiot! Jadarite was supposed to call the attack! Why were they moving now?! Faustite hadn't been purified yet!
Putting herself between Lysithea, her court and Faustite with the two senshi and knight, she flicked the petal out.
"Lilac Petal Dance!"
The petalls flew straight at Heliodor, not the royal nor any white moon around them, nor even Fafnir that stood with him.
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oh hai um... she's not happy
Lilac Petal Dance
When Mizuki calls her magic, purple lilac petals fly towards her opponent. They dance around her opponent and bring a sense of longing towards a first love, innocence lost, or something else the person has lost. This disorients an enemy for 25 seconds, has a range of 15 ft and can be used 3 times a battle.
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tagging people directly around her, but please do what you will to this bean
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Mauvian Viatrix Action: Messaging her little group, alarmed!
Viatrix was content to stay back with Amaris and Basiluzzo, typing on her device and looking up on occasion to keep an eye on what was in front of her. Concentrating on suppressing auras and feeling for anything a bit off was taking most of her attention, and besides the fact that it seemed oddly tense where Faustite was meeting the court, nothing came off to her as particularly off just yet. She knew there had to be a reason for the suspicion, though.
And for her part?
She was a Mauvian. It was her job to worry about everyone she touched in this life, right? She was bonded to Encke, close to Basiluzzo and Nectaris, the one who helped Cybele reach her pinnacle of power again. Even if General Faustite was trying to be some knight of some planet, she couldn't trust anything else.
It was why she texted back, quickly,
to Kerberos, Anakeion, Basiluzzo, Skoll, Cybele, Encke, Nectaris, Illyria, and Ida
As long as it works.
She had never seen a purification like this one. She didn't know how this court and princess thing worked. That was Encke's purview moreso than hers with his whole ex-youma thing.
Her head snapped up with alarm as she felt a blossoming of chaotic energy. She glanced back toward Amaris and then toward Basiluzzo with alarm written on her features.
to Kerberos, Anakeion, Basiluzzo, Skoll, Cybele, Encke, Nectaris, Illyria, and Ida
There's more chaos here! I don't think he's even out yet!!
Something was, at least, and Encke sincerely hoped that it was the chaos getting burned away--figuratively and perhaps literally, in this case--as he watched Faustite look between Lysithea and the rest of the situation. He saw Faustite come to his feet, and balance himself, and see the darkness snake up his arms and his legs.
And then he said, "Okay."
Was it working?
Encke felt some of the anxiety melt into a breath of air that immediately was swallowed by tension again as Faustite stumbled in the direction of himself, Nectaris, and Skoll. He didn't spare as much of a glance toward anyone else, moving closer to Faustite and getting down on his knees too, scooting closer for Faustite to lean toward if needed. "You can get this out. You can."
What the--
"s**t!"
Who else was there? Who else was there?
There were more, and Encke felt all his fears fill his gut and sink him into the floor.
"Get them off the court!!"
He couldn't use his eternal magic without potentially disrupting the court since he didn't have time to warn them what his magic did, but he sure shot his super magic right at the chaos spawning in about them. They needed to get them all out of here--
... and talk to Faustite if they all made it through this.
[[ ... i feel like I've quoted nearly everyone in this rp atp but if i missed you and something i wrote is relevant!! ]]
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Super Sailor Scout Attack: "Full Ionization!" The closer a plasma gets to becoming fully ionized, the hotter the plasma becomes. Encke points his left pointer finger at his adversary. As before, the air around their adversary begins to superheat and supercharge. This ionized 'air' is hot, and along with the shocks, characters now may feel as the air is burning them. When the duration ends, players can choose to keep lasting damage, such as soreness, residual shocks, damaging burns, and scarring, up to their discretion. (Uses: Twice per battle. Duration: 30 seconds Range: 10ft radius around target. This attack will hit other adversaries in the radius, but not allies.)
