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Eternal Sailor Ilse, Senshi of the Unattainable

When Lysthiea drew out the wand, Ilse felt her heart skip. It was...beautiful,a dn there, in among all the other charms, were blue rose petals. Her blue roses. There was no way to doubt that she belonged, that she was a part of this.

Ilse was the last to move in, to place a hand on the wand. But at Lysithea's instruction, she did.

She flashed a smile to the rest of the group--Malus, Adria, Varuna, Lysithea--and she swore that she could feel something under her skin. Powerful, electric.

Maybe it was just the belief in their strength as a group. Maybe it was something more.

"Let's do this."

The wave of shadows raised above them, prepared to slam down into them, and–

Failed.

The light from the Court’s magic radiated with such force, such strength, that the darkness was immediately repelled. It couldn’t escape fast enough to avoid the light-graced unicorns, and every time it almost had an opening, the magic drove it back.

The chaos was a powerful, suffocating force, but their combined magic bubbled around them and saved them. Saved the West Gate.

The shadows couldn’t pierce their barrier, couldn’t break past them.

They tried, and they failed.

It was a powerful blast, and it saved them. But, it came at a cost, and as the magic faded, they were exhausted–just, not for long.

A second wind rapidly rushed through them, though; a Royal Senshi’s signature flared, and then Ida’s Royal Magic spread in all directions and gave every Order ally a boost of strength. They weren’t completely revitalized, but it helped restore some of the energy they’d lost.

It helped focus them.

As the moment passed, the Court was left standing there, together. There were no shadows around them, there was no darkness. Just them, standing there after a successful victory. The ground was torn up around them; it was muddy and wet, but the rain had lessened somewhat already.

Adria’s brows were furrowed in confusion, and it was clear that he couldn’t figure out just what they had done. He’d been with the Court from the beginning and it was the first time he’d ever seen that. They’d never manifested something offensive, they’d always helped. Healed.

He hadn’t known it was something they had in them–but then, they’d never needed this sort of power before. He drooped a bit; he didn’t want to weigh them down. He was tired, but he didn’t want to be an anchor that dragged them down. He tried his best to hold his own, and he looked at the group to try and make sure they were okay.

Malus was equally perplexed, but his eyes went to the wand and then to Lysithea. “What was that, how did we do that?” he asked, but he didn’t know if she knew any more than the rest of them did. He didn’t let his guard down; the shadows might have been retreating, but he didn’t know what else to expect.

Eternal Sailor Lysithea

Lysithea lowered her hand, the court wand coming with her and gave a small stumble, pleased by the wave of power that thrummed through the air, it helped her feel a little more balanced which…was good.

“I…” She looked to Malus and Adria, frowning slightly. “...That…wasn’t what we did? Isn’t…that how the chaos gets out of youma…?” Honestly, it had felt so right...she had just assumed. “Do you…think it was different because of Varuna and Ilse or…ah…maybe we can figure it out later…I’m just so glad that it worked.”

Reaching out, she placed a hand on Adria’s arm and used her healing magic on him once more, wanting to fix as much as she could while there was a moment to breathe.

“I’m fine, Ru, thank you. I’m just glad that you’re all back here with me…do…” Swallowing, Lysithea glanced around. “...Do you think it’s over? Do you think it’s been stopped?”

The real question that she wanted to ask, the one she was burning to ask was…

Do you think that we made any sort of a difference?

If he were being honest with himself, Adria felt a little spoiled with the attention, and he offered another apologetic look at both Lysithea and Varuna. “Thank you,” he said again; he still seemed pale, but he was doing his best to hold himself together so they didn’t worry. “I’m okay, I promise. I really appreciate you letting me lean on you, too. I’m just a bit winded.”

Not bleeding anymore, but he was still pale.

But, he was alive. They were alive.

“No, that’s not what we do when we’re helping the youma, that–our magic doesn’t ever manifest like that. I don’t know what you did.”

But, if they needed to, he hoped they could use it again.

Malus’ lips were pressed together as he looked at the horizon; the shadows still seemed like they were slinking away and it didn’t make much sense, but…

“I don’t know, but we should all stick together just in case. I’m really glad to see you all. I didn’t–I was worried,” he said, cutting himself short. His brows were still furrowed from what he’d seen, but if he’d had a hard time, he figured they must have, too.

Everything seemed like it might be looking up for them, and then–for a split second, the chaos surged again. It was overwhelming and felt like it might get a greater grip and recuperate, but whatever footing it almost had was lost. A shockwave rippled from multiple locations, simultaneously. Within seconds, or a moment at most, the chaos anomalies were destroyed. The heart of the chaos was destroyed.

The natural threats seemed to lessen, too. The winds carrying rocky debris in the clouds seemed to slow; though the debris hovered in the air, they were no longer projectiles. The gusts closer to the ground no longer stung. Thunder dulled and then diminished, and the lightning stopped almost immediately.

The rain fell harder, but only briefly. It was long enough to put out the fires sparked during the storm. The river was surging, but the current seemed more controlled, and already the water level was lowering.

And then, the rain turned to a trickle and then faded altogether. The monstrous clouds thinned, and then pockets of them began to clear, and then they faded, too. Alastor’s world had been covered in dark skies for centuries--and now, the sunrise. The sky was already lighting up with pinks and oranges, not unlike Earth, but the colors were so vibrant and pure.

There were no shadows to block it. Alastor was a fresh, renewed world, thanks to them.

The great oak in the courtyard by the Hall had nearly a thousand years to grow to its immense size, and its roots had buried themselves deep into the ground. They cradled the Core of the world, and it was the greatest beacon of their success.

The liquid gold light of the Core stretched up through the oak tree and gave it a magical glow and–more than that, little golden lights bobbed through the air around the Hall like fireflies. They ranged in size from marbles to golf balls, and coming into contact with them felt like passing through soothing, warm pockets of air. There were thousands, easily–like the world was celebrating their victory with them.

It was peaceful now, and the oppressive, hateful chaos that had been smothering them before was gone. Now, the only thing left to do was take a moment to catch their breath, and then meet up back at the Hall.

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This is the last prompt based post for the roleplay! If you would like to continue writing you can, but this can also count for the close. All characters should head back to the Hall; the following roleplay is completely optional and players don’t have to post but their characters can be handwaved as attending. If your character would rather teleport home or otherwise leave Alastor without attending, please let me know! Thank you!

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