Character Name, Rank, and a link to their journalEternal Beatrix Location: C8 (w/ Meissa Action: Moving towards C8 w/ Meissa to see the queen "If it wants a snack, I know quite a few fluffy winged things it can snack on. Maybe as leftovers it can go for the small fry too ya?" Smiling more as she spoke, she noticed things starting to move, the winds picking up and the storm really kicking into gear as they were all pulled somewhere else.
Tumbling, Beatrix was used to getting thrown around from mosh pits, and she landed only slightly more dishelved than she always looked.
"Oh shitsky, it's her!!!!!!!" Seeing the familiar scythe and form of Queen Laurelite, Beatrix moved like a bat out of hell to catch up to the biggest and bossiest of boss babes that she needed to make a good impression on.
Seeing one of those other winged bitches, not the one she hated specifically but to be honest she wouldn't mind throwing down with another one of them. Especially if they tried anything funny with the queen. "She'll know what to do Meissa, let's keep an eye on the other b***h though, I don't like her vibes and her dress is tacky as hell." Whispering to her friend, she looked between the royals as she saw a few others moving to the same place.
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The Space Cauldron
Character Name, Rank, and a link to their journalGeneral Stichtite Location: H4 to I 4 Action: Going towards his cousin
"You know my thoughts on thinning the heard of senshi, but I don't like the collateral damage this thing could do otherwise." He'd seen it first hand with an uptick of patients even if they hadn't know what was going on like most people that had powered lives did.
"Let's keep an eye on my cousin, if Kafka isn't here, I need to pull him out if things go south." Grumbling as he looked around for the Frenchman and was unable to find them.
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Character Name, Rank, and a link to their journalEternal Aoede Location:E5 to I 4 Action: Following her general and husband to be
It seemed like there was a plan, one that involved Beni being a target, which was fine with her. If all she had to do was make sure nobody got an idea of messing with them, that wouldn't be too hard. A few blown eardrums might make others have second thoughts on causing trouble for the group.
She still stayed close to Diaboleite as they all moved, her eyes floating over all the people gathered as she took note of how many people were here from each group.
Noir Songbird
Character Name, Rank, and a link to their journalSquire Chillingham Location: Moving to E9 Action: Sticking with Monch and finding friends
"Yeah! It did didn't it?" Swinging the lantern as the eyes flickered slightly, Chillingham felt a little less worried now that she'd found one of her friends. But when the wind picked up, swirling and making her lantern swing more as it got caught in the gust, she yelped and tumbled into the new space they were in. She reached out for her friend just in case, worried that the girl might get pulled into trouble if they got separated. "Oh Cripes... I can't tell my brother about this, don't rat me out? Pleaseeee." Helping Monch up, she tried to fix all the layers of her outfit before she thought she spotted Muri and Tianyi. "Oh! My other friends! They're really strong so we can go by them to make sure the bad guys don't get any ideas."
Hurrying along, she saw the huge scale and wondered if this was like one of the things from the mythology books she had read in school.
"Tianyi! Muri! I brought a friend!"
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Character Name, Rank, and a link to their journalSquire Spasskaya Location: E8 Action: Begrudginly sticking with the group of knights to keep an eye on Novella
Even with her digging her staff into the ground to avoid getting swept away by the wind, it didn't help and Spasskaya found herself in a space between, somewhere she didn't like at all.
For now she thought it would be best to stick with Novella, even if they were also a squire she was at least the tiniest bit invested in their wellbeing.
Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2025 12:10 pm
Squire d'If Location: I7 Action: Sticking with Dunwich & heading towards Solaris's spike
It was strange, how the bizarre brightness of this new place seemed much more dangerous than any darkness. Yes, it illuminated everything. But it also meant that the movement in the clouds was all too visible. There were no shadows to hide in. No spaces to pretend that this wasn’t happening.
But in the end, it didn’t matter. There would be no hiding anyway. The beast in the sky was massive, and if it turned to look, it would see them all. And while d’If was reasonably confident he could avoid notice by the Negaverse—that thing was an entire other matter. And it, truly, was the real threat.
So, when Dunwich pulled them towards the winged Senshi (Solaris) and her allies, he went. It would position them away from the Negaverse and allow them to help their allies, and that was all they could do.
Now was not the time to debate or fear or falter. Now was the time to move, to stand and defend. Because d’If doubted that the great beast in the sky would simply allow them to trap it without a fight.
...we should probably take all the help we can get.
Kiringul’s words lingered in her mind, filling the silence where doubt once nested. Einhornhohle didn’t recognize the name Almadal, but she watched as others accepted their gifts with little hesitation, affixing pins to their uniforms and adorning themselves with bracelets.
She turned the pin over in her hand, feeling its weight. It was delicate, almost unassuming, but that in this moment she didn’t need to put her trust in the name of their benevolent benefactor, as much as their intention to make sure they survived this ordeal. Carefully she attached it to her overcoat before helping Kiringul with his.
As Einhornhohle slipped the bracelet over her hand she felt a presence near and turned to see a young man, graceful in his movement as he approached, relief washed over his expression as he waived and greeted the two.
“Yetzirah,” she repeated his name warmly. “You are more than welcome to join us. My name is Einhornhohle, and this is Kiringul.” It felt like Cosmos were looking down upon them with grace, and though their group was small, her Knights were slowly coming together.
The storm suddenly shifted, wind whipping around them as the pressure increased to an extent that it felt like they were being pulled into the bottom of the ocean, crushing them from all sides, ripping from their place on Earth. A disorienting and painful experience to be displaced in such a way.
But then the winds died and all that remained were dark storm clouds all around; above, below, swirling in a way that suggested they were standing in the eye of the storm.
“We should move,” Einhornhohle took hold of both their hands and followed after a senshi who looked more like an angel (Solaris) who held in her hand an item that glowed like a beacon of hope in a place that looked to be their end.
Elkurud would have wanted longer to simply hold Amateru, to reunite with his beloved, even on this chaotic field and even with darkness battering down on them. But there simply wasn’t.
The lightning started to crash. The pull came. Warping and crushing, making Elkurud cling to Amateru all the tighter, refusing to be parted from him, refusing to even entertain the possibility of them being separated.
And when they landed on the other side, he let go, but only so he could take in where they were.
“We should go help one of the people with spikes,” he said. “Preferably one of those two,” he gestured to Solaris and Murikabushi, “but if we want to make sure the Chaos bastards don’t get up to anything…”
Not that either of them was particularly powerful, but they could at least do something.
Super Hybris location: H9 actions: following the grey brick road
"Sadly, I doubt we'll be able to solve it with a few songs and a bucket of water," Hybris hummed, holding his new keychain aloft, the resin shrimp a cheerful counterpoint to all the...everything. Was this Almadel's way of asking him out for dinner? He really didn't dislike it if so.
"I'll hide behind...I mean, follow our Prince's lead, of course. Who knows if he'll need someone make a cute doppelganger, after all."
Madriu had hoped to escape it by leaving his world, but he had learned quickly that it was not the case. And yet he had not seen Chaos like this before. Overwhelming. Dark. Crushing. Generated by a slight woman with a giant scythe.
It made him feel cold, and made him press a little closer to Arcalis, as if they could protect each other from what was coming. (And he would do his best, but he did not like his odds against someone like that.)
At least they were quickly swept away. At least that woman would most surely have her attention drawn by the monster in the sky, the beast they were all here to trap or slay.
And they had many allies, and options for where to go. So Madriu nodded.
“That way,” he said. He recognized Murikabushi’s frills, remembered Airan positively. It wasn’t the same man, but it was still a new-old friend, and Madriu would gladly stick with that. “We’ll guard the spike as best we can. And guard against treachery after.”
He did not trust all this Chaos. Especially not if they were bringing someone so powerful.
General-King Faustite Location: A4 Action: Temporarily overwhelmed with fear, turning into a lil puddle of fire and using spike on A4
Had he a voice, he would have yelped for how the lightning sieged them so. Nothing would remain in the bolts' wake, as if all it touched was ripped from reality. No more earth, grass, air. Even the wind was drawn into its jagged holes as if this otherworld was as hungry as its solitary occupant. Queen Laurelite had come, and her auric presence was a boon and balm, but the state of their liminal space did not afford him the time to swallow down his terror before drawing him beyond the borders of the known world.
Drowned and tumbled, the breath wrenched out of his body, Faustite's fire flickered, billowed, then acclimated to its normal side. All around them whorled tempestuous clouds, and blasting beyond and through and around was the same vicious lightning that portended their latest challenge.
For a time, he could only hear his breath over a thin, pitched scream in his ears. So much lightning coursing about them was a horror he never wanted to behold, and worse yet, beyond even the reach of their highest hopes, a fraction of that unending beast moved at an alarming pace.
Where he was, he didn't know. Couldn't tear his gaze from the fractious lightning to look for the others. They were here, he knew. They had to be, every bit as inarguably as Laurelite's presence.
Something wrenched Hestia onward with him. Still rattled, Faustite shifted into a braiding knot of fire that raced across their new dimension, their maybe forever-dimension, relying solely on instinct and external impetus to guide the spike back to its desirous place. Small whorls of fire raced around her feet while she ran.
Such simple words painted out with deft, slim fingers, but the meaning was enough to smack the team with a strong sense of camaraderie as others spoke their own feelings. Helio, having just caught the exchange after turning from Fafnir, was left with a small, soft smile for the words. A pang of regret sputtered in his chest. The sensation was familiar from the past days and weeks since the expanse of the enemy they fought had hit.
It won’t come to it. All of these sweet words and bravado will mean nothing when we all march back here.
The arrival of the large, familiar presence had Helio turning to find Queen Laurelite gracing her presence upon the battlefield. The pressure of her aura couldn’t overturn the sensation of the rip in the world that came trying to pull and coerce people into itself.
The corrupt didn’t need coercion to step foot into that void. With the rest of the team he went willingly into the breach.
A familiar sensation hit him. The pressure and heaviness. Could he breath? Did he attempt a breath?
The world opened up to a location that was new but also, not, to him. Something felt familiar, but in a way that wasn’t exact. Like a tickling of a memory of one location that didn’t quite fit the local of what he was looking at. For one, it lacked the expanse of stars all around him. Were they perhaps hidden or…
No. It wasn’t the same place, but so close.
Helio stood in what felt like the heart of a storm with lightning flashing so frequently the area was lit fully at all moments.
A flash of light here and there. It didn’t take much for the purple-haired corrupt to realize it was the spike bearers. What was going on? Why were they all brought here and the bearers given paths to follow? Some were already tracking after the glow on the ground.
In hopes that others from the team would make their way out of what appeared to be the landing area for arrivals, Helio moved himself away from the grouping of people. His eyes scanning those around him in search of the rest of the team.
Where was his brother? Albite? Faustite?
They landed upon Hessonite who had staked out a space for herself. He hesitated a moment, before joining the General Sovereign. Perhaps others would find their way here? He gave the woman a salute as he joined her.
As he looked a bit more his gaze lighted upon a small flame for it's uniqueness in the space. With it was Hestia. Faustite. Good. He was safe. He moved as if to follow but paused. If fighting became close quarters he worried the effects of his magic. Water and electricity weren't a fantastic combo, after all. He might be better off remaining close by but not on top of them. Plus, it looked like Hestia and Faustite were well covered with the rest of the team following.
The sky above churned and swelled and… “What the hell?” The words slipped past his lips as the sliver of the creature above, a scale, dipped in and out of the clouds. It was so large. He hadn’t thought that the Calamitous Hollow was such a gigantic ********/>
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2025 12:51 pm
Cadet Rhysi locationstarting toward F3, then moving toG2 actions separating from the vanguard just a tiny bit, as a treat
The scanner's failure was frustration, and a new point of intrigue. It appeared that whatever magic was bearing down upon them, it was strong enough to interfere with Velencian technology. Perhaps it was providence of a sort, that it had come to Earth fist, with its factions and powers forced to share the world, rather than Velencya. Strong its cohesive purpose and collective efforts. Weak in its uniformity.
The thought lingered with her, past the lightning strikes, and on beyond Earth and to wherever they were pulled. Certainly a unique dimension. Was this so called "prison" she'd heard mentioned? Maybe only the entryway, considered the size implied by those brief glimpses on high.
Rhysi noted that even some of the Vanguard who had been avoiding the group were moving to unite. To show and support the power of their collective efforts. It truly was their great strength, and their security. They'd all gathered energy for for this piece of equipment, and now they all gathered to protect it. And she...
Gazing out past the Vanguard, then below at her feet, Rhysi looked beyond the illusory, yet stable stone ground. And then her feet moved. "Guarding the perimeter."
"Well now we don't have to go to it I guess but---" Mizuki swallowed thickly at the whole dimension rip thing. This was over her head. Also her dad was a ball of fire now. Well s**t. She ran after Hestia and Faustite, intent to keep both of them safe.
Corrupt Guardian Haymitch Location: E7 Action: Staying with Albite (Shini, please feel free to move Haymitch as you move Albite!)
Their Queen's presence was mildly unnerving but it was the ground ripping apart into open space and sky and stars that had Haymitch burrowing into Albite's hair. He was going to stick with his bonded, but he was quickly starting to think he maybe should have stayed at home today instead....
By Odin... this wasn't just Ragnarök, this was like... universe wide Ragnarök. How he was standing on anything in the middle of this sky... space... whatever, he didn't know. Litharge tried to keep the fear in his belly calm at seeing just the size of the scale in the sky.
He hoped the spikes they had were enough. Mizuki ran after Hestia and Faustite, so he turned to follow Helio instead. Wasn't going to leave one his team alone. Especially with. All of this.
Location: E5 to A7. Action: With Ashanite, Leifite, and Victoria. Sticking close to Jet, Aquamarine, et al. Assisting her General, getting ready to provide backup so Aqua can do his job, trying to help keep Team Ashanite together.
Andesine nodded to Ashanite’s idea of calling Nekoite to join them. Hopefully, the new Lieutenant would find some ingenuity amidst all of the chattery video game ideas he was always on about. Andesine could only barely follow them; mostly, they reminded her of Niter, made her wonder if he still cared much for video games after having Ascended. But hopefully, one of those Elden Souls Blood Ring games or whatever Nekoite talked about had taught him something he could apply to the situation he’d fallen into this time.
Although getting pulled into this unknown space hurt—it felt like being crushed and torn apart all at once, somehow—Andesine refused to let it daunt her. Once her feet found solid ground again, she gave herself a few deep breaths to get steady. Fortunately, she felt ready to get moving as soon as Ashanite gave his orders: stick close to him, keep a weather eye out on the trouble, and (this part left unspoken but pretty clearly implied by the situation) help provide backup to General Aquamarine. Don’t let anybody get any ideas about stopping him from whatever task fate had set before him. Depending on how things went, don’t let any of the vicious little rats from the White Moon come for him, General-King Jet, or anybody else.
“Andesine here,” she told the senshi (Victoria), whom she’d never met, but Ashanite had welcomed him and so, he was part of the team until proven otherwise. “Nice to meet you. Let’s pull together and do the Negaverse proud.” Glancing back to her fellow Captain (as well as the other woman’s weapon), she held up her meteor hammer and added, “Come on, Leifite. Let’s whip this ugly b*****d into shape—meaning the snake, obviously.”
Hopefully, Arsenolite would join them too, and Nekoite would escape back to the people he actually belonged with.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2025 1:11 pm
Eternal Sailor Alastor Location: C8 Action: Followed Ganymede/Valhalla, arrived with Sessrumnir; Order Mauvian Lucien is standing on his shoulders. Silently inviting Urania to accompany them if she wants.
In the throngs of arriving people, Alastor found himself quickly drawn away from Solaris. He kept his eyes on her briefly, just enough to know that she had a small army of people trying to chaperone her to the spike’s destination. He lost sight of her in the crowd but he had faith that she’d be okay.
Oberon had gone in another direction, but he saw a flash of red and knew he’d collected Caia. Good, they’d be fine. Better off away from this haze of Chaos.
If Alastor had felt any effects while traveling here from Destiny City, he expressed none of them. There was a brief moment where he gave Urania an apologetic look; it was an invitation all the same. He was going after Sessrumnir, that was a given, and of course she was invited.
He wouldn’t hold it against her if she wanted to keep any distance between herself and Laurelite.
He just didn’t want Sessrumnir to lose any more of his family. So, he’d go to help. Just in case.
The cluster of teenagers arrived shortly after they did, and he briefly caught Ephesus’ and Amarynthos’ eyes.
‘Stay close’ said the look he gave them, ’but not too close’.
They understood the importance of discretion.
Laurelite wasn’t the only Chaos signature nearby, though hers was the most sickening. Alastor nodded as he walked with Sessrumnir, following where Ganymede had gone. Valhalla was holding it together pretty well for someone who had been that close to so much trauma.
Alastor walked with expert poise, if only because he was still balancing a very large cat on his shoulders. He doubted Lucien would stay there for long if it came to actual combat, but at least until they got settled, this was fine.
“Probably a fluke,” he said, quick to brush aside Laurelite’s accomplishments. He didn’t raise his voice; he wasn’t trying to draw attention to himself. Surprisingly. But then, the boys were still close. He didn’t want to set a bad example for them.
Had he been drinking tea at the time, he probably would have spit it out or let it dribble out of his mouth in shock, awe and mild terror. The pressure of the space - of the dimensional tear - flared something ugly and fearful in his chest and he looked around with wide eyes. A flash of a memory, of the one singular time he'd ever gone to his homeworld, roared to life in his mind.
For the briefest moment he felt as though he was in the deepest depths, sinking and drowning and dying. Then it was gone and he was in the middle of a storm. A giant space leviathan - so large it should have had its own gravitational field - slunk through the clouds.
Maybe Hydrus should properly hang up his senshidom after this... if they survived.
Lightning struck and Tere felt herself get thrown forward. She kept a hold of the kid next to her as they tumbled into... space? She glanced around, tail still and ears twitching. People started to move about and she pulled Drakonia a little ways off to the side to get out from the middle of the between space.
Terebellum looked up into the storm clouds and stared.
A singular scale, as large as just one of the ancient world serpents that used to live in the Tenebris, shimmered down at them.
Terror locked her limbs and her eyes to the 'sky'.
It wasn't until she was being pulled across the nonexistent floor did Drakonia start to realize that maybe... maybe this wasn't going to be as cool as she was anticipating. Or it was a very elaborate dream and entirely too realistic for her liking. The eleven year old Chibi Senshi swallowed as she felt Ms. Tere's hands shake on her shoulders.
Page 14Page 24 Location: C8 Action: On Alastor’s shoulder. Followed Ganymede and Valhalla, arrived with Sessrumnir.
Lucien puffed up a bit more when told to hush, but didn’t take Alastor’s words as insulting. And he remained on Alastor’s shoulder through the whole transition of jumping from one place to another, sharp eyes narrowing on the new world around them. Winds and clouds were not unlike Jupiter, but the haunting purple hue was otherworldly.
While he would have enjoyed more affection from Solaris, he was glad to see her moving towards where the spike was drawing her. Away from the Negaverse Queen. Away from likely injury, or worse. And surrounded by people who would protect her.
“We still do not know what is attracting the serpent,” he said quietly to Alastor as they followed after Sessrumnir. “Great power may be a target. Perhaps it is indiscriminate. Either way, be cautious.”
It was good that the young Knights were keeping their distance. While Lucien had no memory of battle, he had his share of mysterious scars that left him wondering about the life he once had. A life that Alastor once knew.
He would not let him down, shared memories or not.
Magnus felt a pull as the summons came. He followed it and found himself not only at the feet of his senshi but also Queen Laurelite herself. He beamed up at the pink and black Ascended General. “Found you!” He said with glee as he brushed his body up against Niter’s leg.
Of course there were others nearby of the order affiliation. Magnus eyed them curiously but said nothing as he placed himself between Laurelite and Niter’s feet. It was the safest there after all. Who would dare mess with their Queen and an Ascended General? Surely even the princess standing there wouldn’t try? Curious that she chose to follow Laurelite, even with her entourage.
