Mont Blonc gave a barely audible yelp of surprise as Ploutonion grabbed him and kept him from tumbling to the ground, pulling him close - and the move touched him immensely in the brief moment he was able to savor it, because whatever frightening things he was spouting in the name of survival, he'd still tried to help him. Just like Aegir would have. Just like Methone would have. Even with all the guilt he'd been carrying, he'd -
Something was wrong. All those times he'd never been able to help anyone flew to the forefront of his mind as the squire gritted his teeth - this time no, this time - he ripped his arm from Ploutonion's grip, and shoved him with a surprising amount of force he didn't usually extend. Just in time for a rush of acid to wash over him, painful and sudden, earning a ragged cry from the squire and sending him falling to his knees in the rapidly dissolving snow beneath. The smell, combined with the pain, made his eyes tear.
Varuna held up her hands once more when one of the Negaverse officers started screeching at her, prepared to use her magic once more if need be. Luckily for them, the cold seemed to stop the corrosiveness of the inside of the youma, so that was a good thing, she supposed. Even with her magic covering most everyone in the train, Varuna was surprised by how little they reacted. Obviously there was more going on than trying to kill senshi at the moment.
She was concerned when the rather naive Squire more or less stood in front of a Negaverse officer and got hit with acid. She might be angry with the Negaverse, but she didn’t want people to actually get hurt. Her attack was more annoying than anything.
Carefully stepping around the other bodies on the train, she reached down to gather up a pile of snow in her hands, and reached out to gently rub it all over the Squire’s face, before turning to look at the squire who was undoubtedly her aunt. She had healing magic, right?
For the Captain who was giving them orders, she shot a glare and held up her hand once more to indicate that she would attack if he did anything to provoke her.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 6:13 pm
Oberon / HP: 130 / Car 2
There was a senshi close by, not much older than himself and Perdita, who was calling for… Peter and Haven…? Oberon stared at her in surprise. He knew the magic that protected them was rather good at hiding identity, but… what were the chances that some random senshi was calling for him and Haven?
Still concerned about the man who seemed to be having some kind of break, he looked up to shake his head at the senshi. Could it be possible this senshi was Chailee? Just like how Raleigh and Skadi were one in the same?
Luckily someone’s magic seemed to work in drying up the ick in the car, but before he could say anything to the senshi in question, she went to help a corrupted senshi. He looked from one to the other for a moment before lifting a hand to rub against his chin in thought.
“Well… Perdita can multiply items. My magic makes people and youma more… adventurous which is really just… making someone more reckless, it seemed. I think,” he started, but paused to look up at the corrupted senshi. “I think once we figure out who has the most effective magic, you should copy their magic only after it’s boosted. It seems like our best bet,” he suggested, looking to Perdita for her opinion.
“What do you think? You’ve been studying youma longer than I have. Any idea how we can beat this thing? Whoever had that drying magic seemed to do some good for us... Who used the magic that dried everything up?”
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 7:06 pm
Bifrost | HP: 130 | Car 1
Bifrost decided there was nothing worse than watching the train become a youma. She stared in horror as the whole thing became some sort of gross amalgamation of machine and organism. Realization dawned on her slowly as the walls and floor unjulated that they were inside the youma and being eaten.
She was rather shocked she kept her calm as her ring binged and a message from Mistral popped up.
"Well, um, it seems we're, ah, inside a youma. Or a train. Or both. Both. It's both. Honestly I'm at a loss of what to do here -- Oh this is disgusting Mistral."
She spoke into the ring, sending the message off more as a recording than anything else. No need to bore her with details of the entrails and gross stuff. Yet Bifrost didn't know what to do. She could fight officers, other senshi, smaller youma, but the girl only had a rope chain for Cosmos' sake! That would do absolutely nothing in this situation. She also seemed to be stuck to the fleshy floor. Gross.
What did she do now?
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Hydrus | HP: 120 | Car 2 > Car 3
The bathroom seemed the last to convert to flesh. Hydrus almost didn't notice it, except a smell like the septic system backed up offended his nose, and he looked up from his huddled position. It was no longer raining water from the sky, but the wiggling flesh was a little... disconcerting. It smelled horrible, regardless. He decided it was time he powered up, feeling the weight of the fuku rest on his shoulders. That should give him more protection, right? Right. He pushed himself out of the bathroom, tucking his thermos into his fuku for safekeeping. The train cars were about the same level of fleshiness too. Loverly.
Hydrus kept his sleeve up to his nose, hoping the digestive track didn't digest them too quickly. He slipped into the next car - having noticed that he could actually do that if he timed it right - and caught the sight of white hair. Well she wasn't covered in digestive slime, wonderful.
"Ah, Mintaka!" he gave a wave, carefully moving down the train car. There were some others around here, but hey no one was melting, dead, or heavily burned! That was helpful ya know!
Miasmite had to grit his teeth to keep from at least giving this upstart Lieutenant a whack with the base of his pickaxe's handle. What the hell was going on with the Negaverse's chain of command where a Lieutenant could just mouth off like that?! "I'll ensure that this incidence of insubordination ends up on your permanent record, Lieutenant," he growled, and then proceeded to get toppled by the wave of snow. It was certainly an unbecoming moment for him; how could he be taken seriously when the universe seemed intent on using him as the butt of comedic timing?
As he pulled himself up with a grunt, he heard Ashanite's leveled threats and rolled his eyes. "Believe me, I have no intention on stopping anyone from helping escape efforts at this point. I can deal with that Squire you seem so enamored with later. But do know that your threat of killing a fellow Negaverse officer will be reported, and that you will be punished accordingly once the paperwork is filed." God, he couldn't wait to be a General so that he could dole out the punishments for insubordination and other assorted improprieties himself. Constantly turning in form after form after form and waiting for the proper authority to give the offender nothing more than a stern talking-to was becoming irritating, to put it mildly. When he got his promotion, there would be real consequences for farting around on the job and trying to ignore the chain of command.
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YUR BEIN REPORTEDDDDD, Miasmite will ensure you have to watch paint dry for five hours as punishment
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YUR ALSO BEIN REPORTED, Miasmite will ensure that your non-existent Negaverse pay is docked because that's what he does
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 7:14 pm
Eros | HP: 110 - 10 (ooc day) = 100 | Car 1
One of the chicks on the train decided to join in with the cat man, attempting to convince her that she was, indeed, a magical girl.
Like, for ******** real? This was what her trip decided to be, a super hero comic? Good lord… Secret identities and all.
Cat Man decided to start yelling at everyone and Eros winced, getting a heavy dose of it, being right next to him. She cast him an irritable look before she ran her hands through her hair and tried to ignore the pulsing flesh she was standing on. Honestly, she could handle the super hero part. It was the body horror that was the worst part of this.
“Magic, like for real? Jesus ********…” Sid mumbled as she took the phone that had appeared out of thin air more out of habit than conscious choice. Arrow of Passion? The ********? And he knew what it was called, but he didn’t know how it worked?
Man, this was so weird.
And then, suddenly, the train heaved and a voice sounded, and horror of horrors… Easy Listening music began to play over whatever was left of the sound system. Eros recoiled with a grimace, pondering for a moment if ripping off her ears would actually save her from the noise. Hard to say what would work, in a drug dream.
Glitnir kept waiting and waiting for some sort of evidence that the youma was responding to his magic, but nothing came. Everything that happened seemed to be the result of something else. He was going to try his damnedest to redouble his concentration when Eurydike's pained yells reached him. He shifted his attention, and he saw the senshi embodying anguish in such a pure fashion that it would have been almost art-like in any other situation. It took a few moments, but he put two and two together: not only had his magic not affected the youma, it had misfired horribly.
"Oh my god," he said, rushing over to Eurydike as fast as he could through the youma muck. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I was trying to make it affect the youma, and it didn't. Give it a little bit, it'll go away. Just... I'll keep an eye out, make sure nothing tries to come for you while you're down." The attempt to comfort was probably supremely shitty, but it was kind of hard to apologize to someone in this much emotional pain.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 7:43 pm
Eurydike - 110hp - Car 2
Eurydike was aware of a hand on his shoulder, of one of the kids trying to comfort him - he opened his mouth to say something, but the pressure was too damned much, and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately to force back the waves of guilt that were rapidly pulling him under and ******** suffocating him.
Then, no, it didn't stop - but the ******** squire, the ******** a*****e came stomping on over, give it a little bit, it'll go away. Was he ******** shitting him?! He couldn't ******** stop it?! Eurydike forced his eyes open into narrow crescents and lunged, grabbing the squire by the collar and half dragging him down, enough to be able to meet his eyes as he spat, harshly, "<********. YOU. You and your ******** magic, stay the <********> away from me!"
Because anger was easier than guilt or fear on their own, and Eurydike was grappling desperately with both. His hands were shaking violently, and his eyes were bright with tears he wasn't about to ******** shed here, a sheen of sweat bright on his pale skin. He all but ******** flung the squire away from him and fought to drag himself back to his feet, clutching the side of his head, his breathing still shallow and pained as he tried to fix his eyes on the kids again, like the one that'd tried to help.
Multiply items. He heard that, and he took an unsteady step or two towards the kid, like he was still walking with weights attached to him. "H-here, " he grunted, nudging him in the shoulder with the lighter, blinking furiously. "Can she - can she make more of these? It works, so - do somethin' with it."
As soon as he felt pressure on his weapon, Ashanite knew something was wrong. He was prepared to teleport out of the way of whatever was coming, even if they would burn energy he would undoubtedly need later - but he didn't have to.
Apparently Mont Blonc was all too serious about his promises to protect him.
He was silent and horrorstruck for a long moment, and it was one hundred percent completely genuine. The concept of someone risking injury for him seemed so entirely ridiculous - and god, if Mont Blonc knew the truth of who he'd just taken that hit for, he would regret doing it.
Ashanite was not unfamiliar with the emotion of guilt, but it had never weighed on him as heavily as it did in that moment.
But feeling shitty about it wasn't going to help Mont Blonc, and so he hit his knees in front of the Saturn Squire, tearing off a large chunk of his jacket and wetting it with the melting snow so that he could use it the same way the Senshi who had produced it was - carefully mopping the acid off Mont Blonc's skin.
"Damn it," he said, "that was stupid. Incredibly heroic, but also incredibly stupid. I told you I didn't want anyone else getting hurt for me." His tone was gentler than his words suggested. For the moment, he let the Senshi's glare roll off his back, because well - she had every reason to mistrust him.
"You, Squire - I'm sorry, I don't know your name - you said you had healing magic? Help him, please," he addressed the blond woman in pink and white, and his request came out genuinely pleading.
Miasmite got a very, very cold glare. "Compensate for your undersized d**k elsewhere, Miasmite, your prattling is serving nothing and no one. Better, why don't you stab the thing with your pickaxe? Maybe you'll get better results than I did."
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 11:41 pm
Mont Blonc - 65hp - Car 3
Everything burned. Only for a minute was Mont Blonc grateful for the added clothing, because if he'd still been a page it would have splattered straight across the bare skin of his stomach. Moments later though, as the acid seeped through the fabric of his squire's uniform, he realized how much worse this was - he floundered and struggled with bits and buttons, his breath coming faster as he peeled off his jacket, and then he wanted to get the white shirt off, but there was a vest over there, and so many damned buttons, and then there was the choker, and -
Any other time, Mont Blonc would have been absolutely horrified to be half-naked anywhere in public (even the river party had been a struggle), but he didn't exactly have time to waste being modest, and even when the clothing was gone, it still burned.
Then, he felt a surge of coolness on his face - he looked up, wide-eyed, to see the senshi there, pressing snow to his face and finally soothing some of the burn away. He exhaled a shaky breath and shot her a thankful look, murmuring soft words of apology and thanks - and before long, she wasn't alone. Ploutonion ripped off part of his already flimsy jacket and joined in, and the squire sighed, shutting his eyes for a moment in visible relief at the treatment.
His eyes opened again a moment later, and although his jaw was set tight from pain, he smiled reassuringly. "I - I'll be okay, just - I'm just glad you're okay, " because those bruises said he'd been through enough already, and because he was proving a point. They could protect him. He wasn't just spitting out words uselessly, he - he wasn't good for much, but - he'd do his best, just like he'd been trying to do this whole time. This hurt, it hurt badly, but at least it'd mattered. At least it hadn't been for nothing.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 1:27 am
Ochre / HP: 100 (taking the daily subtraction now since I'm about to post for the train)
Shaken, Ochre struggled to his feet using the wall of the car for assistance. immediately afterward he noticed the thick, slimy meat texture that reminded him much too easily of gutting a deer, and his hands smoothed on his coat repeatedly. No amount of scraping the excess membranous goo off his hands fully banished the tingling feeling of his body wanting to separate the skin from the meat of his hands. Ochre shuddered visibly.
"Y-yeah... Yeah, I'm okay." The redhead spared a glance back at the door, which opened back up soon after his fall. This is such a ******** nightmare. No, I'd rather be stuck in that cell. ******** this. ******** all of this.
When he turend to the remarkably kind super senshi, he reminded himself to speak as intelligibly as possible - no amount of horrified blathering would somehow rectify the situation. "Yes, um, s**t..." A shaken hand strayed through his hair nervously. "I can copy magic. It's like... Exactly the same to the real thing. And it doesn't hurt anybody, they just... Have to hold still for it. I mean, it seems to work on most people. I haven't really gotten to explore it much because I kind of..." Ochre trailed off as he considered whether the blue-haired senshi would even care to hear his predicament. He decided against it, instead choosing to wave the thought away. "Nevermind."
The residual guilt from magical influence, however, turned his speech to a different topic. "Look, I'm really sorry this whole... thing happened," he started while emphatically waving his arms at the train. "I know who started this whole thing, and trust me I'd love to punch him out, but this whole... Mess wasn't intended, and that doesn't make it excusable, but I never wanted a part in it anyway and... ********, I have no idea what I'm trying to say." Ochre sighed, considered leaning against the wall for a brief moment, and then fire.
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The train's digestive bile continued to churn, inflicting irritated skin on those still present in its bowels (daily HP -10).
The merge remained imperfect with bulletproof glass windows glazed over and wholesale digested in parts into membranous material. Small holes existed where the train hadn't fully finished its transformation, which allowed for Typhon's curiously aimed molotov cocktail to slip through the window and burst inside of Car 2, setting the car ablaze in great gouts of burning alcohol.
With the propensity to spread to other cars, both the smoke and flame are quite visible to the remaining populace. A great groan issued from the train, and the membranes forming the connections between the cars split away to reveal the umbilical cord couplers. Another whistle blew, another set of youmafied bellows followed, and the train wholesale severed Car 2 and Car 3 from its load. The brakes set by Mistral reengaged without active youma control, and the monstrous compartment skidded to a halt just before the platform.
Occupants of Car 2 and Car 3 would find that, while the doors proved difficult to carve open, it was possible to escape with force and determination. However, the cars themselves shuddered violently as many of the youma forming the exterior collapsed into dust from their heavy expenditures and others returned to the Rift, fully given up on their attempts at the starseed meals. The continued groaning of the leftover metal portions indicated an imminent collapse, even to those of mediocre engineering knowledge.
Evacuation was imminent.
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Characters in Car 2 and Car 3 are able to escape by breaking through the boarding door. It's composed of thick cartilaginous tissue, so cutting tools or a whole lot of force will tear the doors open. Those onboard are encouraged to board the platform imminently because the remainder of the train runs on a closed circuit track and will bust through the collapsed wreckage of these two cars.
