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Squire Imbrium - 7 damage

Why was it that giant, disgusting monsters always came around to ruin a perfectly peaceful evening? Imbrium of Castor was highly annoyed by the loud, powerful burst of energy that pulled her away from her book, blinking up from her seat on top of the bookstore near her parents’ small home. She had come out tonight to do a little studying, and perhaps hit a Negaverse agent or two in the face, or maybe share her Sriracha Peas if they were the bold type, and instead there was some weird murder beacon going off and there were multiple SOS coming through the ring.

The little book in Pythia’s pale hands clapped shut and the redhead irritably tucked the paperback away into a bag, which she proceeded to further stash into a corner of the roof; she would just have to come back and pick it up after she helped deal with whatever was causing the SOS to go off, and any other drama that sprang forth from the riot of auras forming on the edge of her senses. Ugh. Lord knew there would be- nothing that could cause ‘Chaos’ and ‘Order’ to band together to stand against it could possibly be a good thing.

Her heels clicked firmly against the pavement, and not for the first time Pythia was glad that with stronger powers had come lower heels. Running hither and there in stilettos was not exactly her idea of a good time, and while the higher heels of her first uniform had made her legs amazing, she had found that most youma and Negaverse officers weren’t all that interested. At the end of her swift and unchallenged journey, Imbrium ground to a halt in the general area of a monster that looked like it was part leathery crocodile, part angry rhinoceros, and most definitively not interested in the appearance of human legs. Imbrium remained pleased at the lower heel.

There were a good number of people from both sides of the battlefield already present, and several ranks; one of the Order members present was a person with the most powerful aura she had ever felt apart from Prince Castor himself; should that aura have belonged to an enemy she would probably have ditched the whole lot of them and left to save herself. There were other Knights, corrupted senshi, Generals, and frigging BABIES running around trying to stop the damn thing. It was a miracle they weren’t all smashing each other in this strange little melee, but as large as their scaley rival was, perhaps there was enough room for all of them, and maybe still one more.

Well. If they were going to leave her a spot at this dance party, it would be terrible manners to turn them down. Imbrium considered the area, keeping an eye out for where she would be able to jump in; and when she saw an opening, she rushed in to join the fray, using her shield and slamming it towards one of the large, leathery legs. Impact rang up her arms and into her shoulders, and she fell back after her attack, brow furrowing. That would be a no, then.

Super Corrupt Versailles Damage 5

It had been another night of battle. Battling his hair that is. He had been intending to try and gather energy from any festival goers who may have been wandering outside of the designated areas of the festival.

Well, there weren't really areas they couldn't go into, just areas that weren't part of the festival. At any rate while he had been able to drain some energy from passerbys he had mostly been trying to deal with his hair once again finding its way into his face.

Honestly, how was it that it decided to continually go after his face and not the back of his head? It was an annoying mystery. But then it all had to go and be so rudely stopped by some creature he had heard in the distance and only when he was able to get closer to it did he realize it was a giant monster. Again. He sighed. His magic would be no good against it unless one wanted to be used as a distraction to draw it's attention. No, he would have to go with what he could find, and he found a somewhat okay rock and threw it at the creature.

Squire Sumner Damage 3

He had been hoping for a quiet day back at his apartment after a full day of life-guarding. He had been yelled at more times than he could count and had to save two kids from drowning. The problem was it was the same kid twice. After that he had to ban them from swimming until he was given proof that the kid could swim. More yelling at him had ensued afterwards. So he hoped that getting back home he could just eat something and then relax before bed.

But nothing could be that easy could it?

The roar of the monster had him sighing and powering up when he couldn't be seen and he had made his way over to the monster. He decided not to use his harp at this time since he might have needed the magic later. For now he decided that pelting it with some rocks might do... something.

Page Belmont - (2)

Belmont was keeping on top of things; he was powering up more now that he was more confident in himself and his ability to defend himself, but the months of self defense class had been worth it in the end. He’d promised he wasn’t going to go into this recklessly, so he’d been responsible and trained first.

Which, wasn’t really anything tedious given that he liked the outlet and he liked doing new things.

He wasn’t quite sure those newfound skills were going to be useful, at all, against whatever it was that was firing lasers into the sky.

He'd been minding his own business, cleaning up some of the debris from the Star Festival--and keeping the little Star Charms he came across--when he realized something was wrong.

By the time the Page of Jupiter showed up, there were already others attacking in their own various ways, but he was limited without a proper weapon and no magic so he followed the suit of another Page and hurled a stick at the creature with intention at least to distract it until someone else could figure out what to do.

“Hey,” he said to Voyager , only because of his close proximity. “--Where did this thing come from, did you see?”

Basic Corrupt Diesel
3

It was one of those times when Diesel probably shouldn't have been out, but since he was, he figured he might as well take off and scope out whatever that crazy signature was? Being unable to teleport, he had to run the distance, and even powered, it wasn't a short walk by any means.

Others were certainly there a lot faster than he was, but he didn't mind that. As long as he didn't miss the big show, he didn't mind being a little late.

Diesel was surprised to see that he recognized a couple faces. Some from an earlier assignment in the Rift, some from random happenstance, and then Cala, who'd he'd met only fairly recently. The carrion senshi was sicking tiny creatures to go and fight the monster, and Diesel wanted to bark in laughter at the sight.

Pffft, like that would do anything!

He moved to Cala's side, touching his shoulder just to alert him to Diesel's presence before he said, "If you wanna leave a mark in a monster, you gotta light it up!" And he absolutely would. There wouldn't be any hanging back and taking potshots for Diesel. He had to get in there and throw down! His own magic wouldn't do much from a distance, anyway.

It had to be a personal attack to do any sort of damage.

"Watch this," he snorted at Calaverite, pulling on the threads of his own power to call it to his hands. He darted forward. He had to get in range to throw a punch.

EchosSweet

Sailor Scout Attack ▼ Fan the Flames
Diesel must make physical contact with another person or object in order to use his magic. The energy expelled by the impact provides the necessary 'fuel' to power his abilities, and so the magic's strength varies dependent upon how much effort he exerts. Simple contact may cause a flash burn, while something more forceful could cause a contained burst of flames that allows Diesel to forcefully repel enemies. Severity and duration of damage is up to target. He is capable of activating magic on himself (by clapping, snapping, stomping, etc) to propel himself nearer to targets. He has thirty seconds from casting to make contact with something, but the magic itself lasts for only a single burst on impact. May be used three times per battle.

Super Sailor Morgan [9]

Patrols when a festival--or any kind of event, really--was going on was kinda given. s**t always happened in this city, after all, and for Morgan at least, she'd rather be suited and ready to go when it did hit. Not if. When s**t did..

So being out with Arthuradel was an easy compromise for things. Keep an eye on and spend time with her sister, and also keep a magical 'ear' open for trouble.

Which, that was ring-a-ding-ding'ing really freaking loud tonight.

She winced at the sudden influx of energy, frowning in the direction it was emitting from. "No idea," she hummed to her sister, but when the kid took off towards it, Morgan could do little but go with her.

The giant thing they did find, though, along with the collection of people of various factions against it was... well. Not the most unusual thing? Though it's location made her lift a brow...

While Arthuradel made use of her magic, Morgan grabbed up debris from the area to use, slamming it into the place her sister's magic had just struck. "Welp, time to look to see if this thing's got a weak point..." And keep her own magic in reserve, in case they needed a shield.

Lieutenant Spectrolite