General Jet - Switching weapons with Aqua and attacking Ganymede
Jet felt as though more of his ribs were breaking under the stress of standing and fighting. He knew it was probably an exaggeration. Maybe. He didn’t have time to wipe the sweat that dripped down his face, even in the frigid air of the lobby. All he could do was keep himself upright and parry the swings from her makeshift weapon.
She was in pain, with the petrification magic from his blade having worn off already. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t in pain as well, and she knew exactly where he’d been injured.
He snarled and hissed as she struck at him over and over, and while he wasn’t a fan of parting with the staff that gave him at least something to block the wooden rung, he did as Aquamarine requested and tossed the swallow over to him.
Jet caught the rapier and used Ganymede’s momentary confusion to stab her in the side.
”Ugh,” Oberon grunted in frustration, swatting at the strange bugs that were swarming around him, trying to get them to stop and leave him alone. Gross, what were these? Were they part of the youma?
Oh, actually that was really cool. Did they form into the shape of Faustite? Because that was definitely Faustite, even if he was a General now. Was that the youma's ability? To shape shift? Oh, that was really useful--
But Oberon needed to focus on the device, so he did as Perdita suggested and held up his hand to try and catch as many of the bugs as possible in his magic.
“Spirit of adventure!” he called out, wondering what happened when bugs had a panic attack.
Eternal Sailor Attack: Spirit of Adventure Like with any good adventure, his targets finds themselves facing a danger they must overcome, and they are hit with a crippling rush of adrenaline, as if forced to face one’s greatest physical fear; jumping from an airplane, or facing a pack of hungry wolves, or being caught in a wave, unable to surface, about to be sucked into the vacuum of space, etc. Like in all dangerous situations, fight-or-flight kicks in, but the attack itself removes the ability to physically react to that response. The physical symptoms may be comparable to that of an anxiety attack for some; shortness of breath, increased heart rate, dizziness. Chills and sweating are experienced, as if having a high fever, and chest pain as though in cardiac arrest. Other symptoms are unique to each individual. There is no outward damage done by the attack, but those that experience it get to "survive" their worst fear, and are left weakened and psychologically drained.
The attack itself builds up to its peak around 45 seconds and can be used on a single opponent within a twenty foot radius. It could be used twice if absolutely necessary, but is physically draining and only used as a last resort.
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Jet's Personal Youma, Arles - Biting at Perdita
Here, kitty kitty kitty… he crooned, toothy maw parted to reveal an unnatural amount of sharp teeth as the cat somehow managed to get away from his first bite--
And then whined in pain as the annoying little Senshi managed to strike him in the side with her fists and debris.
Off with her head… Arles grinned and snapped at Perdita, then turned his attention back to the Void as it started to spark and whir. Well, that was a shame. It wasn’t fully functional yet, but if it did manage to get working again, it could cause them problems.
Think you can put some bugs in the system? he quipped to his fellow youma, hoping its separate little pieces could make itself useful. Or can you turn into a giant hammer? Arles laughed gleefully, which filled the room with a rattling chill of snapping teeth and scraping claws.
Teeth that went for Perdita this time, biting hard at anything he could reach.
Bloodstone managed to get in a couple good hits before his luck temporarily ran out. He felt the teeth sink into his shoulder, but the material of his new General uniform meant the beast couldn’t easily rip his arm off, which Bloodstone was certain it was trying to do.
It put him close enough to the creature so he could grab at anything he could reach with his free hand. Gouge out its eyes, stick his fingers up its nostrils and rip its nose apart. It might have been growling and snarling at him, but Bloodstone yelled back at it, a scream ripping from deep in his throat.
And when he didn’t get the immediate results he wanted, he summoned his weapon to his free hand and bashed it against the creature as many times as he could.
If it wanted his blood, Bloodstone was going to take it down with him.
He wasn’t sure what happened to Knight summons when they were destroyed. Hopefully they would be permanently gone instead of reappearing in a Knight equivalent of the Rift.
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General Faustite — Trying to set Sess on fire with close personal contact
Thence came the wolf. Snapping thing, eager for how Faustite and Lopezite were on opposite sides of it, and Lopezite was quick to deal with it.
Good. Burning hair smelled terrible anyway.
That left Sessrumnir to him, and with others in close quarters, he couldn't clear the area to burn him down more easily. For all they wanted to train together, they didn't have that kind of time to work out more complex tactics. Would've likely caught the building too.
His magic wouldn't spare him much else; teleporting to Sessrumnir's back, he leapt for the Knight — better to get close and se him on fire from the grate.
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General Faustite's Personal Youma, Headache — Caught up in Oberon's attack
If Headache had a response for Arles, it decided against spending the fireflies to say anything. It focused on tunneling around Oberon, even as handfuls of them fell dead from swatting.
It could only spend so many units from the swarm; if the mission called for kamikaze, that was fine. It had seen such behaviors from Captain Faustite and had known them as acceptable — it preferred the Rift over this stuffy human construct, anyway.
The swarm spiraled back up into the air, u-turned onto itself, and —
Ah. That feeling — what an old, familiar thing. Headache hadn't felt anything like it for as long as it could remember. It was a memory out of reach, that feeling, something savory, something rare. It could not explain the rush it felt along its dozens of bodies, nor could it describe the pressure. Caught up in its introspective behavior, the swarm buzzed wildly above the machine.
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Mont Saint Michel, Knight of Saturn - Slashed by Cymophane's magic and bleeding a bit, trying to punch him until he dusts him. Summon took some heavy damage and thrashed at Bloodstone as violently as it could but has disappeared.
Michel had become suspicious of anyone shouting, and his vision had only just felt like it was returning. He’d forgotten how ugly this youma was.
Was that magic? The claws didn’t seem real. Felt real, felt like it was trying to decapitate him. Instinctively, he reached a hand up, and when he drew it back he saw blood.
He didn’t know how much, or what the damage had been, but he was furious. Adrenaline would only carry him so far, but Michel would go down swinging. He’d take them all with him if he could manage, but he was pretty sure they were outnumbered. So, he’d just do his best. One hand lingered on his neck for a second longer, just to make sure it wasn’t going to fall off, but he was going to do everything in his power to make this youma bleed, too.
His Summon wasn’t doing so well, and maybe Michel was aware of the damage it was taking and chose to spare it some mercy, or maybe it had just run out of time, but with one last howl, and one last violent thrash, it disappeared.
Which, fine. Whatever. It had done something. Bought him time, at least. He could see, and his back was to the Senshi who’d blinded him before.
It was hard to tell what vital organs a youma might have had, but if he just hit it enough, it had to dust--they all did. So why was this one so stubborn?
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Sessrumnir, Knight of Jupiter - Throwing himself backwards to smother Faustite while trying to yeet Prehnite across the room. Pupper is confused and snippy at Lopezite.
Too many things were going on all at once. Ganymede was still being attacked by Jet and Aquamarine. Cybele was in pain somewhere on the main floor of the lobby, and it seemed as though Michel had been the recipient of the attack of bursting light.
His summon yelped and whined in surprise when her legs were suddenly lifted from behind, and she tried wriggling free by kicking and twisting around to try and snap at the General (Lopezite) who was holding onto her--
Sessrumnir would have tried helping, or maybe would have tried to dismiss her, if he didn’t have two other Generals to deal with.
The first was the General (Prehnite) with the knives and strange fireball that would probably leave his shoulder with a large bruise. Sessrumnir also suspected that the heaviness in breath and spasming of muscles in that shoulder and arm had to do with the attack as well.
The General still had his one knife-- and Sessrumnir wasn’t planning on losing any fingers that day.
Nor was he in the mood to collect more burn scars. He could feel the heat against his back, and he was grateful for the chainmail under his tunic that would give him some protection.
Sessrumnir yanked hard on Prehnite’s wrist, intending to pull him towards himself and at the wall behind him as Sessrumnir threw himself backwards, intending to crush as much of Faustite’s slighter body as he could. He let go of Prehnite as he fell backwards, but had every intention of getting back up to deal with him once Faustite was handled.
He would smother the fire with his cape if he had to. Once, he might have tried talking to these Generals about the opportunities and benefits of purifying. But now? He just wanted them all dead.
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Eternal Kamacite - Got a twisted ankle from Cybele. Teleported to mezzanine and is using Eternal Magic and hoping those who can teleport will teleport.
Kamacite was trying to help Albite, but heard the Lieutenant call her code for his attack.
Albite seemed to have everything with Cybele more or less under control-- except that Cybele was making an effort to trip him, which he stumbled over in his distraction from Carnallite’s shout.
He hissed as his ankle twisted painfully, but he needed to do his job and help.
A moment later he teleported to the mezzanine where Faustite, Lopezite, and Prehnite were engaged in a fight with the Knight, Sessrumnir. And Carnallite was trying to handle the other Knight, Valhalla. Another small hesitation because she couldn’t teleport out of the way-- and the others were still stuck trying to control Sessrumnir.
He let out a shout in surprise when the lightning showered down around both himself and Carnallite, stinging his arms and face, leaving him to gasp for breath. They all needed to get out of the way--
Except there were two Knights there.
A wave of guilt fell over him and he hoped the others would teleport away in time because he lifted his hand for his next attack. Shock breakout.
Eternal Sailor Attack: Shock Breakout There is a brilliant flash of light causing temporary but immediate disorientation and blindness that fades into horribly spotty vision; can last upwards of forty-five seconds. In addition to the previous issues with electrical and battery charged devices, the heat of the flash causes the sensation of moderate to severe burns, as well as the sensation of clothing and armor being heated to uncomfortable levels. There is also biochemical damage caused by the electromagnetic surge in the form of nausea, dizziness, headaches, and/or a decreased level of consciousness depending on the opponent. The potential for actual sunburns or lasting physical or biochemical damage is up to player discretion and, if desired, may require extended time to heal. Has an effect radius of 12 feet (although the flash can be seen as one would see any flash), and can be used once, twice as a last resort.
Valhalla didn’t understand this woman’s need to keep him there. She was probably following orders, but why was she trying so hard that even a shock from Kyrie seemed to do very little?? Were they trying to keep them away from Ganymede? Was that the point?
And Ganymede was in pain. Valhalla’s heart felt like it was breaking when he heard her scream again. He struggled harder to get away, using both his staff and his free foot to kick at the Lieutenant, trying to get her off of him so he could go to his wife--
Kyrie swooped down with talons and beak to try and scratch at Carnallite, ripping at anything she could reach.
But then there was a brilliant flash of light and burning, and Valhalla cried out in pain from the sudden wave of heat and nausea and headache that came with the magic. Kyrie had been hit as well and she screeched in pain and flailed, trying to attack the Lieutenant even more than before.
The first snap of teeth shredded a glove and scraped her hand. Blood welled from the wound. Perdita snatched her hand back with a hiss, but kept herself between the dog youma and the Void.
She could hear its voice, low like a growl, almost rattly when it laughed, creepy in the darkness. Perdita saw little more of it than glinting teeth and the vaguest outline of shadow, speckled with stars. She wondered what it would look like in daylight.
The second snap of teeth sank into her hip and ripped her dress. Perdita gasped and shouted, bringing her debris-filled fist down on its head.
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Guardian Cat Lucasta - Trying and failing to get the Void back up and running; a bolt of electricity arcs from the Void into Headache.
Oberon’s magic appeared to be working. How a swarm of fireflies might respond to it, Lucasta had no clue. She hadn’t the time to observe, except to note the buzzing. It didn’t immediately descend upon the Void, at least, which gave Lucasta a few extra moments to fit loose components back into place.
The Void sparked again and sent out an electric jolt, which struck the floor by Lucasta’s feet. Lucasta growled in frustration and dodged it. The next bolt of light arced upward, into the swarm.
A wave of magic pulsed outward, filling the room. For a second or two it seemed as if their auras had dampened, but the effect did not last long. The Void sputtered again, emitting a shrill whir. One of the green stones, Jovian in origin, cracked down the middle with the next hair-raising spark.
The Knight was relentless. Cymophane knew that much from the reports. The Knight hit hard and fast, and he knew where to aim — or he seemed to; the illusion might have thrown him off a bit, enough that he just missed the most vital areas. Cymophane blocked what he could, and took what he couldn’t with several hisses and grimaces that came out sounding like growls.
The beast was gone. For good? Or temporarily? Cymophane wasn’t willing to let his guard down, but its absence meant Bloodstone could turn his attention back to the Knight. Which was good for Cymophane, who ached in the spots where deep bruising would form. Patches of matted fur shed from his youma body with each hit. His face, already a nightmare, weeped blood from a wide, fang-filled mouth.
He struck back when he could, raking claws across the Knight’s chest — with more magic to make the illusion feel real.
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Leopard’s Slash Three long, black claws of energy grow between Cymophane’s fingers. Though he does not have to make contact with an enemy to cause damage, a swipe directed at them will result torn clothing and the sensation of lacerations to skin. The sensation of pain will last for 30 seconds and has a range of 10 feet. At player discretion, the character can take lasting damage such as moderate injuries that are deep enough to scar if desired. The magic can be used three times.
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Lieutenant Carnallite - Really going through it, but not giving up; tossing her boomerang into the bird summon’s face, and grabbing Prehnite’s discarded knife to stab at whatever part of Valhalla she can reach.
Carnallite was going through some things.
First, the bird with its lightning, not to mention its beak and talons. Then, the Knight with his staff. After that, Kamacite’s arrival. Which she’d been the one to call for, so she couldn’t really blame him. She’d hoped he’d get both Jupiter Knights at once, and he certainly tried. But Carnallite couldn’t teleport, so even though she closed her eyes against the bright light, she couldn’t avoid the burns.
She grit her teeth against it, told herself it wouldn’t last long and she could heal up later. She breathed deep to combat the nausea, struggling to get her bearings on her hands and knees. The bird shrieked and flailed, tearing into her back.
The blade of a knife glinted out of the corner of her eye. One of Prehnite’s daggers, if she wasn’t mistaken. Carnallite rolled out from beneath the bird, accepting the sharp tear of its talons through her flesh. She flung her toy boomerang into its face for whatever momentary distraction it could offer her, grabbing the knife as she did so. With her next roll, she plunged the blade into whatever part of Valhalla she could reach.
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The thin blade pierced her bodice, punctured skin and sank through. A startled burst of air escaped Ganymede’s lungs. Pain made her sluggish. She recognized that the rapier was not Jet’s weapon; though she’d seen the exchange, her brain refused to process when or how it happened.
The rapier was Aquamarine’s, but if Jet had it…
The blade slid out as Ganymede stumbled back, red with her blood. She shoved the end of the wooden rung against Jet’s chest — hastily, desperately, hoping it struck another broken rib, anything to distract him, to leave him winded enough that he couldn’t retaliate while she turned to lift her armored arm, to block the hit she knew would come from his partner.
Aquamarine caught Jet’s swallow. He adjusted his grip, spun it once to aim the blade he wanted at the Princess, then thought, Teleport.
The Princess turned, but Aquamarine and Jet vanished together. By the time the Princess lifted her armored forearm, then swung her piece of debris against Aquamarine, Jet was there in his place. Aquamarine appeared behind her. He heard her gasp and watched her falter. Without mercy, Aquamarine raised Jet’s bladed staff and brought it down, slicing clean through the second wing.
It fell to the floor in a shower of silvery feathers.
She felt it — the jerk of her body, the sudden change in balance — but the pain was not immediate. Was it magic? Some effect of Jet’s weapon, even in Aquamarine’s hands? Or was that merely how her wings worked? Lightly functional as they were, perhaps there was some delay…
Ganymede struck out wildly. Adrenaline kept her going, dulled all her other pains just enough that she was not yet on the verge of collapse. She knew she was weakening, but she refused to fall here. If she could hold them off long enough, help would arrive.
The lobby was a cacophony of sound: shouts, howls, the sizzle of electricity. There were figures just out of reach, along the edge of sight, all fighting with the same desperation.
Ganymede grasped at her magic, drew up from it frantically, and threw it upon Jet. Then she turned again and took another swing at Aquamarine.
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Eternal Sailor Attack:Searing Passion The enemy's focus temporarily narrows upon a single, abstract desire that manifests itself in a physical sensation, a heating of the body that grows progressively stronger throughout the duration of the attack, until the target feels as if they are burning up from the inside. They're likely to feel weak and disoriented once the attack has burned itself out.
The attack itself reaches its peak after about 45 seconds, and can only be used on a single enemy within a twenty foot radius. While it could be used twice if absolutely necessary, it is physically draining on Ganymede and would commonly only be used once during battle.
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Eternal Oberon - Worried about Perdita, trying to help Lucasta fix the machine
Oberon was still trying desperately to keep both the swarm and the dog away from the device. Lucasta and Perdita were risking themselves to help get it back online, but it wasn’t looking good, even with Lucasta’s efforts.
He tried gathering up as many pieces as he could while still shielding his face from any of the bugs blocking his vision, hoping that maybe he could at least guard it while Lucasta did her work.
But then he heard Perdita gasp from pain, and he whipped around to see what the damn dog was doing.
“You okay??” he called, hissing as he fumbled with one of the loose pieces from the machine, shoving it towards Lucasta to hopefully grab and piece together.
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Jet's Personal Youma, Arles - lmao taking a bite of the machine - good luck with that
Arles certainly hoped that Perdita wasn’t okay. Especially since she decided it was okay to throw more debris at him. Very rude.
It was also rude that they kept trying to put the device back together. It looked like they were making it work, but were causing a couple of the pieces to short out.
Still, the fact that the cat and Eternal managed to get it working for a second or two was concern enough.
Thankfully, Headache was just the distraction he needed to slip back into the shadows, and then reappear with jaws wide, collecting what he could into his black hole of a mouth and crunching a large part of the machine to bits. Even if it meant getting hit with a heavy piece of metal from Oberon in the process.
Arles yipped and retreated back to the shadows, but not without a limp. But he doubted they would be able to piece it back together after that. It was a shame -- he hoped to bring it back to Negaspace as a gift.
Bloodstone was thrown to the ground as the summon thrashed one last time, and he clutched his hand to his injured shoulder, trying to determine the extent of the damage without actually being able to see it. The material of his uniform seemed to be compact enough to keep the blood from flowing as freely as it could have otherwise, so he was grateful for that, but pissed that he’d been injured at all.
Especially since he told Roselite that he wasn’t going to be hurt during this. He knew it had been a stupid promise, but he’d had hopes that the Knights and Senshi they were to face would have little to no combat training.
This Saturn Knight was as vicious as they came, and Bloodstone was back on his feet soon after catching a breath.
He teleported, weapon summoned to hand, and made a wide swing at the Knight to try and get him away from Cymophane. It was his non dominant hand, so it wasn’t as heavy hitting as he would have liked, but his weapon had enough power to it that it should at least deter the Knight from continuing his assault.
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General Lopezite - Teleporting away from the Jupiter Knights and Kamacite's magic; dangling Sessrumnir's summon over the banister by the back legs while watching the room
With how powerful Kamacite’s magic was, Lopezite didn’t see how it couldn’t have done damage to both of the Knights. He heard a scream and hoped it was one of theirs; the area had been populated with allies and if they’d stayed too close he doubted they would have avoided any damage. He was lucky; his target had teeth and claws, and magical as it may be he was still planning on coming out of this comfortably in one piece.
He teleported, not far away, but far enough that he could spare himself the worst of Kamacite’s magic.
If he’d been faster, maybe he could have done something to try and help Carnallite, but it was for the best that he didn’t; he could see why she was here. Battered, hurt, but still going strong. And useful. In the flurry of movement he could make out only that she was alive, and still fighting.
From what he knew of Prehnite and Faustite, they were competent. They were trusted.
He suspected they’d be fine, they knew what they were doing. He teleported just out of the fray, across the room and to the nook just past the stairway and across from where he’d just been.
He brought the wolf with him. It wasn’t too dangerous, not from what he could see. Maybe, in different circumstances, things would have been different. But for now, it was easy enough to manage. He heaved the beast over the railing from where he stood, overlooking the battle in an out of the way corner. It felt like cheating a bit, but he could see the wolf’s snapping teeth and he could imagine what that could do to skin and muscle and bone.
The Summon wouldn’t last for much longer. He could go help again when it was taken care of.
As he dangled her over the banister by her back legs, he doubted she had the muscle strength to twist up and bite him.
It was only a waiting game, for now. And he had a perfect view of the room while he waited.
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2022 4:55 pm
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General Jet - In a lot of pain from Ganymede's attack.
Just as they’d practiced again. Jet teleported at Aquamarine’s lead, since he was probably clearer minded than he was at the moment, and countered Ganymede’s swing with Aquamarine’s rapier that he held.
Aquamarine’s swing was true, and he cut through the second wing to leave in a pile of feathers and blood on the ground.
He was already wearing down. His head was spinning from fever and pain. His ribs ached from being cracked and abused. The bandages around his leg were soaked red once more from the abuse suffered from Ganymede. His hearing was muffled too, but thankfully the thoughts passed through the earring were still clear.
And then the fever started getting worse.
Except it wasn’t a fever at all. He’d felt this before, felt it again through Aquamarine’s suffering of it. Jet grit his teeth to try and bear it, the heat slowly building--
He was on his knees, one arm braced against his aching ribs and the other supporting him against the ground. If he had anything in his stomach at the moment, he would have thrown it up. Darkness pricked the edges of his vision as he screamed out his pain. It was just magic. It was just magic.
They were so close, he couldn’t give up now because of a little pain. Not when everyone else was doing such a commendable job.
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General Faustite — Being a stubborn b***h Being in pain, summoning youma
So he thought —
Oh.
Oh.
The firechild held fast as the Knight backed up, backed into a wall, and smoke and flame licked upwards under his hair while the pressure mounted. Gritted his teeth through it, grasped for Sessrumnir's face while the Knight was busy body blocking him. Felt, first, his not-quite-healed rib pop in a deep, wronged way. His eyes shut. His brows furrowed. Lost breath to that, coughed as he left more begin to give.
Well. What did that matter.
He felt a gentle pain as Kamacite's attack lanced through his eyelids. It was a jarring thing, that attack — he hoped Sessrumnir was paying attention. Better if he was —
He abandoned the idea of clamoring for the Knight's face; he wasn't able to burn it off before, and he wouldn't be clawing it off now. Instead, he reached for the Rift, and for the handful of his brethren that would come to his aid.
"Take him down," he muttered around blood.
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General Faustite's Personal Youma, Headache — Last-ditch swarming into the Void
The bolt cracked clean through the cloud of fireflies, dropping a sizable amount in seconds. Flecks of dust rained down over the Void, peppering its surface and brushing over Oberon and Perdita.
So much for the memory. But that was fine — it could exact its frustrations on Faustite later. Easy to do, and much too fun with how thin-skinned the General became without his master to keep him sharp.
The group wouldn't be able to sustain another blow with the bugs it had left, so it followed Arles's lead — the cloud coiled together on the opposite side of the Void to Oberon, where it found the damage wrought by Arles. The group of bugs poured inside, fanned out into every nook and hole and crevice it could figure. Burrow deep into the mechanisms and clot it up with youma dust so no part of it could work again, if circumstances turned more dire.
