Late to the party, the attack, and all the fun looking s**t going on topside.
Albite'd been so entranced with the spiderlike youma that he'd cooed at the damned thing the entire way up. Completely enamored by the odd little clicks, and the way its feet clung to the walls while it carried his weight effortlessly. The sheer joy of hitching a free ride made him miss his sweet little Orbies back home fiercely. Had him thinking of them fondly even as he scritched along the mixed fine and coarse hairs beneath creatures segmented body; though he was mindful of the dangerous looking fangs and beady eyes while he pat its head, before allowing it to retreat.
The one upside to being late? Was that he got to see what was coming up behind them. Around them. The whole place alive and writhing in the distance; how the sight of that briefly held his attention, before the centa-bat-crab's screeches drew it back to the fore. Freaky ********, who's aura made him shiver down to his toes while simultaneously grinning like a knife; hungry to cut into the meat of it.
Catching a flicker of dimmed flame, Albite promised himself he'd devote some time to debrief with his General after all was said and done. Once they were home. In that moment his gaze was locked straight ahead. Hound on a scent focused on the motions of the fight; watching the influx of agent's and attacks like pieces falling into place before eagerly darting into the fray.
He did his best to get in close. Heedless of the risk of stabbing icepick limbs and careening carapaces. Aiming to get right up on the changing beast, close enough to make it worth hissing "Binding Retribution!" The ink roiled and snapped alive; snapped like a starved thing for the peeling, careening, chitin - the scales - the legs - it didn't matter.
So long as the tether connected.
Let the thing roil and snap him free; he had fifteen seconds of muscled yanking at his disposal - (owed Faustite one for branding that number into his subconscious) - and he was going to throw all of himself into doing it.
Sailor Scout Attack: Binding Retribution! Albites tattoos appear to come alive, slithering off his arm like ethereal magical ribbons. The tattoo ribbons wrap around an intended opponents body part and tie the two together for a duration of 15 seconds. Leaving neither able to escape the other until the magic is ended, or the weak ribbons are severed. (Ex. Albite's opponent has a weapon/magical attack, and uses it on said ribbons or Albite is interrupted in casting/cancels the magic early.) Range: 3 Feet Duration: 15 seconds Number of uses: 3 Number of targets: 1
Sylvite was not usually the type to stay up close and personal with a target while other people stood back and did the thinking, but when she committed to a fight, she committed, and anyway, she was still riding high on the adrenaline from her leap of faith.
She had to jump back for a second when the youma decided to throw its back armor at all of them, and slide again over a section of rocky floor before she got her balance back and bent her knees so that she could do the float like a butterfly stance, but it was all okay, because in that moment, she saw them.
The scales.
That got her excitement going all over again. "Jackpot, guys," she yelled, and then lunged forward again, digging into that new, exposed area with a single dagger.
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Lieutenant Carnallite HP: 50 Discussing the cliffside with Generals AquaJet and Captain Lavendulan
Carnallite’s frown deepened, unimpressed by Bloodstone’s observation — and the fact that he was right.
There was no time to dwell on it now. Predictably, the youma was retaliating. The sooner they subdued it, the sooner they could acquire some of its scales, and the sooner they could leave the Rift, at which point they could dwell on the lack of organization as much as they wanted.
A piece of the cliffside hung over part of the pathways. Carnallite could see it from her vantage point; she might even be able to hit it with her boomerang, though whether the plastic toy would actually knock it loose or not, she couldn’t be sure. With this many agents running about, it might be dangerous, but if they could use it somehow…
“Don’t just stand there looking smug,” she told Bloodstone, then left her position at his side to find the only General in charge she was vaguely familiar with — General Jet.
A Captain (Lavendulan) seemed to have noticed the same thing Carnallite had, and reported the information to Generals Jet and Aquamarine. Coming up beside her, Carnallite waited for the half-youma Captain to finish before adding her own two cents.
“I don’t know if it’ll stop it from changing,” she began with a shallow but respectful tip of her head to the Captain, who, both as a Captain and as a half youma, theoretically knew more than Carnallite did as a Lieutenant, “but if we could corral the youma beneath it and knock it loose, we might be able to immobilize the youma long enough to strip some scales off.”
Honestly, it wast just another battle where she was throwing things and then dodging other things. At least when she "battled" Order characters they weren't like this, even if the fights didn't last long. These fights though? She was starting to get very tired of them, especially when she had no real way of attacking the monster.
Well she could, but that would involve getting way too close and using her fists and she did not want to have broken fingers and hands after this if she could help it. And she didn't have much time to even throw things at the monster as stuff started to rain down from the sky and it sounded like the noise where they were was suddenly getting louder.
She really hoped that they would get this battle over with quickly.
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General Arsenopyrite HP: 100/100 Damage: 8
The fight immediately became a confusing mess. One had to try and attack it while dodging and trying not to knock into anyone else. They had had battles like this before, but for some reason the space with this Youma felt smaller.
Still he wouldn't call his own Youma to attack. The risk for the reward just wasn't worth it. But after throwing another rock at the creature, having not gotten close enough to it yet to be able to attack it with his weapon, he thought he heard Ödön letting out a honk and flying over to another direction. As he followed the creature he could see Benitoite, but wasn't sure if the other was having any trouble or not.
He started to make his way over anyway.
Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2021 5:20 pm
Lieutenant Roselite HP: 50 Sharing info with Bloodstone, and concerned about Beni
Studying the creature had its advantages. Roselite watched the way it moved — which parts of itself it used to attack, how it thrashed, how it discharged plates from its back, where it looked and how it responded to weapons and magic.
“Sir,” he said, approaching Bloodstone so he wouldn’t have to shout over the noise of battle, wary of allowing the youma to hear them discussing potential weaknesses. “I don’t think it has full mobility of its head, so… maybe attack from behind? And… the claws seem… a little clumsy.”
Roselite did not sound confident. Most of what he knew of battle came from books and research papers and crumbling sources from decades ago. His last foray into a battle like this had not been successful. He knew his limits, and though he’d like to push beyond them and improve, he was never quite sure how he was supposed to do that.
As his gaze flicked about nervously, Roselite caught sight of General Benitoite, who’d been so kind to him at camp, and who appeared… not well, to put it mildly. Roselite looked at Bloodstone, then back at Benitoite, then back at Bloodstone, mouth working as he struggled to determine what he should do.
HP: 75 Damage: 1d8 Magic: * * * Spring Water Eruption! (3/3) * * * Raging Spring Water! (2/2)
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Fulgurite was pretty sure that bleeding out like that didn't really count as fine, but all of them had much bigger problems than arguments over semantics. This youma was big, strong, and clearly the largest obstacle to getting the whole group of them out of there.
Sylvite's commentary caught Fulgurite's attention, and he turned toward her with a wide grin. "You think so?"
Thank ********, maybe they could leave.
The ticket out of there was under the shell fragments it was chucking at people. Alright. Fulgurite could work with that. He cracked his knuckles and decided to take another whack at smacking the monster for good measure. not that he was convinced it was doing terribly much good.
This monster was strong. Maybe he could just yank off a plate and run away--
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2021 5:45 pm
General Jet HP: 100/100 Keeping an eye on Radon/looking for ways to encourage it under the cliffside later
Not to interrupt, but there are more problems coming than just your target. But it looks like it’s been having trouble completing its transformation. Not as agile, Arles said to those around Jet as it reappeared as specks of starlight and teeth in the shadows.
Jet could hear the approach of other youma around them, even if they couldn’t see them just yet. They needed to act quickly if they had any hope of not being overrun. He cast a glance at Aquamarine as both Lavendulan and Carnallite reported on the cliffside. It didn’t look like it was about to fall at any moment, but it could, and when it did, it could certainly deliver a devastating blow to whatever was beneath it.
“Keeping it from changing more would be ideal. Arles, I see what you mean. It looks like it’s having trouble moving its head and those claws. We should try to back it under the cliff, but I doubt it’ll stay there for long. Captain Lavendulan. Lieutenant Carnallite,” he said to both of them with an encouraging nod. “See if you can weaken the base. Let’s leave it weak enough so when the time is right, someone with a ranged attack can bring it down. But try not bringing too much attention to what you’re doing, understood?”
As for the youma itself, he agreed with Aquamarine that they needed to try and immobilize it. “Let’s keep an eye on things for now. Try to figure out a way to keep it distracted from what we’re doing with the cliff.”
“Go ahead,” Bloodstone said to Roselite when he was asked for permission to check on one of the Generals, although he said so with his teeth bared in a snarl. By now, Roselite should know that his ire was not directed at the Lieutenant, but those around them that were going to end up getting them killed. Someone with such a weak constitution was a General? And he was being checked on by a Lieutenant? At least this way Roselite would hopefully stay out of danger.
He’d heard everything Roselite noticed about the youma being slow, and how an attack from behind might be beneficial. And Carnallitedid tell him to stop standing around.
Once Roselite moved off to tend to the General, Bloodstone joined the pink haired General (Sylvite) who had apparently found what they were looking for, and took his own swing at the youma, aiming to knock some of the scales loose with his pick.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2021 6:08 pm
General Aquamarine HP: 100 Tempted to jump in and go stabbity stab with his rapier, but hoping the seasoned changeling fighters have some better ideas
“Don’t dust the ******** youma we’ve gone through all this trouble to find,” Aquamarine muttered under his breath, eyeing those doing the fighting. A part of him would love to stab something; maybe it’d make him feel better. The rest of him wasn’t sure it was advisable yet.
The youma was particularly strong, so it shouldn't be easy to dust, but… that would be their ******** luck, wouldn’t it?
With a scowl not meant for either Lavendulan or Carnallite, Aquamarine glanced at them to listen to their respective reports, allowing Jet to make the call, as he often did when they were together. He stared at the piece of cliffside they pointed out, judging its size and its ease of being dislodged. It was a better plan than nothing at all, but he suspected nothing about this was going to be quite that easy.
They needed lures and distractions. They needed the people who’d faced this youma before to share their expertise.
“Good eye,” Aquamarine told Lavendulan, just as he had when she found the tracks. Then he searched the mayhem for Faustite and Kamacite, shouting when he spotted them, “If either of you have got anything up your sleeves, now’s the time to do it or share it!”
No, Reidite did not like the fact that Cymophane put himself within range of the horrible youma that was thrashing about with its claws and legs! “Be careful!” he shouted, before catching sight of General Lopezite who had helped him with his shoulder. Only to wince and shield his own head when the youma shot pieces of its body at them. He said a few good curses under his breath and then quickly approached where the General was standing and observing.
“You okay, comrade?” Reidite asked, and then patted his own shoulder. “Thank you for helping me with those quills. I’m feeling better already. So is that just for show?” he nodded to the giant sword, eyebrows raised curiously.
“I’m curious if you can actually use it. Maybe one day I will get an impressive show weapon like that,” he grinned, because despite his comments, he was clearly impressed with the blade.
Instead, he just had a stupid die to throw. Which he did.
Taenite whistled low and appreciatively at Cymophane’s cat attack. It seemed to have done a good deal of damage, too. He gave him a thumbs up of approval.
“I’ve only got a couple of uses of my magic. I guess we’ll see what I can do this time?” he grinned and held out his hand to cast the second of his attacks, watching as the flames rose up and hopefully just caught the youma and none of the officers around it.
Then again, if they really didn’t see a giant tornado of fire, then they probably needed to get their eyes checked.
“And. I’m done,” he said, holding up his hands as though to show that he had nothing left. It was a lie. Of course he had a lot left. Just not enough of his magic to use again. He was already feeling rather winded from using it twice. Any more and he would need to seriously sit down.
“You good over there, Firestorm?” Taenite called over to Faustite, who was looking like he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do first. In Faustite’s defense, there were a lot of people all kind of doing their own thing. Trying to organize them now might prove a bit challenging.
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Sailor Scout Attack: Fire Whirl Similar to a dust devil, a thin pillar of flames is drawn up from the ground. It is about seven feet high and two feet wide. It can be controlled to move quickly across flat surfaces, but cannot go through obstacles, such as a car. While it is possible to dodge out of the way if quick enough, the heat can still be felt when close as one would feel real flames. While the fire does not leave permanent damage to humans or animals, clothing and objects can be left charred, and the anyone caught in the flames will feel the sensation of burns (up to second degree) until the flames disappear. Players may choose to take lasting damage at their discretion. The magic lasts for thirty seconds and can be cast twice.
Kamacite could hear Aquamarine calling over to him, but instead of turning to glare at him, he just continued to frown. This was a dangerous area for his magic. Out in the open when he’d fought the youma the first time, he didn’t have to worry about accidentally blinding his allies and sending them to their deaths if they had poor footing.
But he didn’t want to just stand around, not when everyone else was doing what they could to fight.
“Close your eyes, I don’t know what this is going to do,” Kamacite said to Cymophane once he retreated enough from the use of his own attack on the youma.
He held his hands out, calling on magic that he’d never used before but felt engrained into him.
“Solar minimum,” he said with his still soft voice. Around him, it seemed as though everything started growing dim. The light from the Rift itself was being magically absorbed into a single orb, which he then threw at the youma, away from where the other officers were, such as Faustite. The last thing he wanted was for Faustite to get hurt.
The orb exploded in a flash of light that hopefully was blocked by most of the youma’s body, and blinded its peripheral. He would just have to make that be his warning attack that he could potentially blind a lot of people temporarily, if they weren’t all careful, himself included.
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Super Sailor Scout Attack: Solar Minimum All light, natural and artificial, is disrupted and temporarily absorbed into a single orb over five seconds until complete darkness. Devices with an electrical or magnetized charge (street lights, phones, cameras, etc) in the immediate area are also disrupted and the energy absorbed into the orb. Upon releasing the built up energy at an opponent, the orb explodes in a flash of light and electrical discharge that could cause heat and/or electrical burns (can be just the sensation or actual/lasting damage up to player discretion) in addition to temporary blindness and disorientation, which can last upwards of thirty seconds. Light and electrical in the area is immediately restored upon the orb exploding. It does not have to make contact with something to explode. It can be dispelled by Kamacite without exploding if necessary. Has an effect radius of 10 feet (although the flash can be seen as one would see any flash), and can be used twice.
As soon as he had permission, Roselite didn’t linger. Bloodstone moved in to attack, so Roselite took the opportunity to scamper his way over to Benitoite
“Do you need help, Sir?” Roselite asked, dropping to his knees beside the General.
Benitoite appeared to be clutching at his chest. He was sweating, and his eyes were unfocused. The rate of his breathing was concerning, to say the least.
Not one to touch without permission, Roselite hovered next to Benitoite, hands at the ready in case the General should give any indication that he needed something.
What was it? An allergic reaction of some kind? Or… was he having a panic attack? What triggered it?
“Sir?” Roselite tried again — louder, in case Benitoite hadn’t heard him the first time. “Sir, it’s Lieutenant Roselite. I… Can you focus on my voice?”
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It was admirable to fight with only what was given, and Lopezite had been advantaged to have something at least somewhat usable when he’d been a Lieutenant. He didn’t know what he’d do with something so small; Reidite’s weapon disappeared from sight so quickly that he’d barely even registered that’s what he’d hurled.
He was still trying to get his bearings back after the damage he’d taken from the youma. He was jostled, but not so disoriented or injured that it would have really inhibited him. “I’m alright, yeah. Thanks. It’s not for show,” he promised, and raised the sword just slightly as he prepared to attack.
There wasn’t any reason to have something like this if he wasn’t willing to use it.
“I’m sure you’ll get something a bit more usable soon,” he promised, and while he didn’t actually know how the Negaverse decided who got what weapon, having something a little bigger to hurl at an enemy probably would have done a lot more for Reidite.
“Here, watch out,” he cautioned, because when it was just him--sure, he loved having a weapon he knew how to use, that could do enough damage that it made it worthwhile to carry it around like he did. It was, admittedly, not as great when he was trying not to hit someone else.
There wasn’t much point in waiting any longer; the youma was attacking and he couldn’t see a reason not to try and finish what they came here to do. So, mindful of those within range, Lopezite struck once with his sword before falling back in an attempt to avoid retaliation while he continued to try and size the youma up.
Aqua's voice roused him from his dolorous thoughts, and it was with his lips pulled back rom his teeth that he answered, looking on at the youma. "Need to keep hitting it. It'll blow those scales in self-defense." He'd seen it before, in his time stalking the thing — fights with youma, with less fortunate officers. Though, he wasn't sure how useful those blown scales would be; they often dulled after their discharge.
He wasn't aware of any other way to reach the scales, however. They didn't come loose. Maybe Kamacite knew something he didn't.
"Worried about that cliffside," he added as he started to pace. "Paths aren't stable; dropping it could cause a chain reaction." While their target would likely survive the fall, most of them wouldn't. Whole score of officers dead because they got too smart for their own good.
Attack it themselves. However they could. They were losing time; youma signatures were boundless here, but a profusion concentrated in the area around them. It wouldn't be one versus many for long.
He heard Taenite, he responded with a low sigh. He wasn't good, but little came from saying it. The words were prompt enough, call to action, likely the point as it wouldn't do for the "leader" of this op to stand and gawk. Dredging up his flagging energy, Faustite darted across the paths toward the rear of the thing, his ticking bomb of a body heat-primed and crackling. Flame wracked and burnt, spilled out thick and choking over a dozen legs, chaos-wrapped torrent near indistinguishable from Taenite's magics.
