Sessrumnir, Knight of Jupiter HP: (100 - 15 ) 85 Damage: (10 + 3d6 for Direct Magic) 16 Action: Attacking. Staying close to Alastor and Lucien.
The faster they could clear the World of Chaos, the faster they could get home, and Fang could start fresh.
Sessrumnir stayed close to Alastor, but once their target was apparent, he didn’t let himself hesitate. Even as the deep feeling of hunger rushed over him.
‘You feel that too?’ he asked Alastor, watching as Lucien rushed in to attack, but quickly returned once to stay out of danger. ‘We’ve got plenty of food at home. We’ll be okay,’ he insisted, even without getting confirmation from Alastor that he was even worried about food. Maybe he was thinking it for himself.
Sessrumnir brandished his stormglass, channeling his storm magic at the creature.
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Magic pool of 45 seconds. A thunderstorm erupts within twenty feet of Sessrumnir with a fifteen foot radius, and is heaviest around the immediate area where the magic is directed. Those affected by the magic will experience impaired vision and hearing due to the intense rain, wind, and occasional flash of lightning and crash of thunder. Movement is slowed due to the storm conditions, with the rain and wind being strong enough to knock someone off balance. Effects of the vision and hearing impairment can last longer, depending on player desire. While in the magic, targets can be struck by non-lethal lightning strikes capable of causing a sharp burning or stinging sensation at player discretion, but these strikes can cause lasting burns and other physical impairments depending on player desire. Once the magic ends, the area remains wet, but will dry quicker than natural.
Cynthus, Squire of the Moon HP: (75-15) 60 Damage: 8 Action: Grumbling over Muri in her head, reassuring her friends, and attacking the wolf!
Cynthus wanted to say so much! Like how boomers shouldn’t be magical girls (except for her aunt, who was definitely born to be a magical girl but didn’t get to be one until she became a knight when she was in her forties or something, definitely not later than that, nope nope nope, Cynthus knew better than to discuss her aunt’s age, that was just rude). (The age of strangers, on the other hand, was fair game.) Or how said boomer magical girls (who probably weren’t actually boomers but whatever, that senshi was definitely over the age of, like… who knows. Thirty??? Cynthus was bad with ages. Anyone older than twenty-five was ancient)... What was she thinking about??? Or, right, how said boomer magical girls shouldn’t go around calling people from Fang Fangans but calling people from Earth humans instead of Earthlings when they were all sort of human-ish, even if some people had, like, horns or animal-like ears or tails or… a severe case of jaundice. It just wasn’t nice! She was pretty sure if she looked up ‘human’ in the dictionary it would include these alien people too!
Did her knight ring allow her access to a dictionary???
Ugh, whatever, it’s not like she had the chance to say anything else. One minute she was rolling her eyes on Earth gearing up to say something appropriately cutting and the next they were on Fang and there was a giant wolf!
Which, she would have liked to add, could have been a cute putter and a total badass at the same time, because wolves were, like, the OG puppers! And also insanely cool!
Except this one was really big and really scary.
“We’re okay!” she said, more to herself than to the others, though she did agree with that Lisse guy Dering had brought over before they left. They could definitely do this! “We got rid of that robot cat lady on Urania and we’ll get rid of this thing too! We don’t even need the boomers!”
They could’ve done it all on their own! Cynthus was, like, 100% sure of that.
Okay, maybe more like 85%, but she wasn’t going to admit that to the others. (And only because she was kind of hungry all of a sudden. Like, desperately hungry. Like, she could really go for another pizza party on the moon with her besties right now. Maybe they should do that after this! They could make it a thing. Fight Chaos out in space, win, go to the moon with pizza.)
Cynthus wielded her shepherd’s crook like a staff, striking out at the zombie wolf with a horrified shriek spirited battle cry.
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Reims, Squire of Ganymede HP: (75 - 15) 60 Damage: (Direct Damage 10 + 2d6) 19 Action: Attacking. Telling Rose to find the others.
Reims wasn’t sure if he could consider himself strong, but he rubbed the back of his neck, as he grinned, flustered by the compliment.
Not that he had much time to talk to Malus before they were whisked away to another world.
Another world that smelled of rot and decay and twisted his stomach. He felt sick and disoriented. Was it the smell? Was it something else? He wasn’t sure, but he knew he couldn’t just stand there.
He glanced over at Malus and nodded to him, knowing that he could handle himself. His magic was impressive, and Reims didn’t want to get caught up in it, nor did he want Rose to be caught up in the shards of glass.
He let her hold onto his arm, and he gently pushed her back towards the group.
“Let’s find Mary and the others,” he suggested. He knew he could trust Malus, but he wanted to make sure their other friends were safe. He especially wanted to check on Yvoire and Dering.
“I think I saw his staff,” he nodded in the direction of where they might have appeared. “I’ll meet up with you in a minute,” he promised and pulled his arm away, his sword already in his other hand as he tapped into his magic and rushed at the creature, swinging his sword hard at one of its legs, hoping to further limit its movement.
And he didn’t want Rose to see any expression he may have had on his face at the thought of being hungry. Of not knowing what he was going to do for his next meal. Not out of poverty, but malicious intent.
It didn’t matter. They needed to get rid of the Chaos, and then he’d figure out the rest.
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When Reims channels his magic, the lust for battle courses through him and his strength is increased, allowing him to hit twice as hard as he normally would. Every time his weapon makes contact, there is an extravagant burst of colorful light from his weapon, as if catching and shattering light even without a light source. This can be distracting but does not cause additional damage. His magic pool lasts for 30 seconds.
Super Murikabushi of Hunger HP: 75 - 15 = 60 Action: *lapis lazuli i’ve felt worse.gif*—also, throwing his magic at the zombie chrysocyon like “lmao, you thought” Damage: 10 + 2d4 (1, 2) = 13
cw: eating disorders & related talk, under the spoiler cut.
The eye-roll from the young Moon Squire got a pointedly arched brow out of Murikabushi—but he brushed it aside. For one thing, he would’ve been a liar if he’d tried to pretend that he hadn’t also been a disrespectful little s**t at her age. Whether she was fourteen, fifteen, or sixteen didn’t matter much. Reiki Rokugin had been equally disrespectful and just as much of a little s**t at all of those ages. Memories like getting calmly and correctly called out for the presumption in telling his father “You don’t get it, you’re just my dumb, heterosexual dad” remained clear enough in his mind to make him kinda envy everyone who purified out of the Negaverse and didn’t have to carry memories of being a s**t-head teenager around with them forever. (Not too much envy, since he knew how that memory loss ******** with people, but still, a little bit of envy.)
Anyway, Little Miss Moon Squire was probably spunky, if she could serve that much attitude with just an eye-roll. She possibly needed to learn……well, any number of potential things that could’ve come out of Muri’s attempted explanation, he supposed. The fact that chrysocyon were their own unique form of life, not just “puppers”……the fact that some people wouldn’t appreciate being assimilated into the category of Human instead of appreciated as Fangan or Helenian or half-youma or whatever their own unique form of personhood was……the fact that people didn’t need to be human to deserve respect……lots of possibilities for what she needed to learn. But she wasn’t Muri’s responsibility, and whenever she got over being Extremely Fifteen™️, he decided he was prepared to like her and her probably spunky attitude.
On the other, significantly more relevant hand, though? Everyone had more important things to worry about right now.
The capital city that appeared around them seemed still and quiet—right up until it didn’t. As the zombified chrysocyon rose before them, Muri shifted, placing himself in front of both Parsifal and Elsa, between the two of them and the creature that had Fang so scared. (Yes, Elsa was an Eternal and more powerful than Muri, but he was also far more freshly purified and Murikabushi felt compelled to protect him. Protect him from what? ……Yes, exactly, thank you for getting on Muri’s wavelength about this.)
The undead creature’s barking roar made his stomach twist in knots. At first, Muri took them for fear—but then, they didn’t dissipate.
Instead, the knots grew worse as an all too familiar feeling swept over him: stomach growling and clawing up his insides with their own emptiness as though Yuki hadn’t dead-a** refused to let Kiyoshi and Elior leave to go meet up with the adventuring party until Kiyoshi had shut up and eaten his bowl of chicken, mushroom, and mixed vegetable ramen like a good boy (Yuki had even made it using the combination of dashi stock, chicken broth, and homemade mushroom broth that formed the base of Ojiisan’s shiitake udon soup, which had the benefit of making Kiyoshi more inclined to do the smart thing by eating it and being kosher for Elsa).……as though they didn’t have plenty of food waiting for them back at home……
And alongside the hunger itself, a familiar feeling reared up, roaring even louder than the undead chrysocyon: power. Control.
The memory of having felt hunger worse than this before, entirely self-inflicted and therefore something he could’ve ended for himself……and for all the times he’d yielded to that temptation, all the times when he’d caved in the face of his body insisting that its basic needs were not actually loose suggestions and guidelines that Kiyoshi-but-Reiki-at-the-time made himself stronger by entirely disregarding……
For all the times when he’d broken in the face of necessity, there had been so many other times when he hadn’t, when he’d pushed himself to keep going—skipping just one more meal, forcing himself on just one more run that the spinny feeling in his head said that he probably didn’t need, telling just. one. more. insignificant little lie about having eaten before—and when he’d felt so much stronger than anybody around him realized.……
Murikabushi had to laugh.
His palm slapped into his forehead. His fingers tugged back through his bangs. He felt like the <******** worst for the barking laugh that escaped him—like, how ******** dare Murikabushi laugh like this when Fang was over there on his knees, being comforted, sure, but no doubt suffering even more than he had, the one time Muri’s magic had hit him by mistake?
Something sick and outraged at himself flared up hot inside his chest over the longer string of laughs that might have come if Muri hadn’t smothered them with a metaphorical pillow. He shouldn’t have even felt like laughing, but he meant: was this undead chrysocyon-thing serious?
God, ******** me, he mused, I’m gonna have to talk about that in group next……well.…… With Selenga, maybe, instead of at group.
Talking about magical girl bullshit at his weekly support group, after all, probably would’ve made him sound insane. But talking to the similarly sick Ida Knight he had once caught vomiting in an alleyway, Muri could have done that.
“I’m the senshi of hunger, Nymeria,” he said, looking at her with a broad grin, lit up megawatt bright with sheer determination to ruin that beastie’s night (—and distantly grateful for the commotion that meant only the people physically close to him would likely hear anything he said). “Try harder if you wanna ******** me up so bad.”
Without another word, Murikabushi extended his hand. He did the familiar motion, yanking down on some unseen string, which had felt more natural since purifying and so much more secure since visiting his own home-world with Fang. He summoned up his magic with the thought, Tell me what real hunger feels like.
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Super Sailor Scout Attack: Ravenous Hunger. Enemies within 15 feet are wracked with an intense hunger—the sort of hunger that gnaws at your insides, like you haven’t eaten all day. The craving can be for anything—food, drink, affection/intimacy, alcohol or narcotics, the answers to the math homework, etc.—and enemies are compelled to satiate it, but find it even more difficult to do so than they would expect. In addition to the intensity, this hunger makes them feel somewhat sluggish, making it harder for them to think, decide what to do, and see any actions through to completion, even those that they believe will satiate their hunger. This spell lasts for 35 seconds, and Murikabushi can use it twice per battle.
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Dering was starving. The darkness of the world and the immense pressure of the wolf’s presence made him feel small, but it wasn’t just that. A hunger clawed through his veins. He was starving. He saw people move, heard them talk. He nodded when Lisse said–something to him, but everything was blending together. He felt sick.
He was starving. Withering. He was dizzy. There wasn’t anything in his stomach and he felt like throwing up and crying but he had neither energy or substance for either. He wanted to lay down and conserve his strength because maybe tomorrow would be different! Tomorrow would be better. Everything would work out.
He just had to make it there.
And then–
No, he heard what Lisse said. Everyone and everything were just colors blending together. His hand was shaking. He didn’t think he could play. Even if he knew how to strum the lute, everything hurt. He felt pins and needles on his fingers, so much so that it hurt.
His eyes were swimming, he wasn’t sure why. Oh, they were tears. He ducked his head, he didn’t want anyone to see. Hsi bangs were long enough that they covered his face, and he could sort of see the wolf.
He was so hungry.
He wanted to go home.
In some distant, primal part of his mind he knew something was wrong. He just couldn’t tell how much was real and how much was fake. His friends were around him. The only relief he felt was that he knew they did have his back. He could trust them.
They were attacking the wolf.
He should attack, too.
He didn’t have magic. He still didn’t know how to use his. He needed to be better.
Dering did the best he could. Even as he trembled from hunger, even as he flinched at the idea of fighting, he still swung his lute at the monster.
Hp: 75 - 15= 60 Action: Direct Damage, standing off to the side, hungry Damage: (Rolling) 2d6 + 10 = 6
Vela decided to use direct damage since it kinda was her only thing she used her dance of flames to rain embers down on the hyena thing, she didn't like the idea of hurting the creature. Since she knew this was all about helping this world, but she also knew that this was about helping this world by controlling the chaos and moving on to the next step in bringing this world back to life. It was never easy. "Dance of Flames!!" She shouted. She knew she had to fight if she wanted to help this world get back on it's path.
Ephesus, Knight of the Moon HP: (100 - 15) 85 Healing: (10 + 3d4) +17 for Amarynthos. Action: Using his magic to heal Amarynthos.
When Dering arrived, Effie was relieved to see him. He was curious about the friend he brought, but concerned that he hadn’t seen Stirling yet. Or Reims or Rose. Maybe they were on their way. Or maybe they were just held up. He hoped they were all okay.
Other than quick introductions, they didn’t have much time for anything else as they were soon brought to Fang’s world. But they were immediately hit with the smell and horrible dread of something decaying. Was it the monster? Or were they the ones decaying?
Ephesus gasped and quickly looked away when the giant wolf appeared and knocked Fang back. It looked so similar to Fang, at least when it came to his ears and tail, although Fang’s was thankfully much healthier looking than fur and bone and falling apart.
Was this how Chaos manifested itself here…? By taking over something that was undoubtedly sacred to this world? Possibly sacred to Fang?
He fought back tears, but it was just so sad. And this feeling? He knew this feeling of being alone and scared and hungry. He hadn’t felt this way in nearly two years. He didn’t ever want to feel that way again. He didn’t want anyone to feel like that.
“Mary--” Ephesus choked back a sob as he looked desperately up at Amarynthos. He didn’t want to cry. He furiously blinked the tears away. He wanted to reach out and hide against Amarynthos, at least until the feeling passed. But he knew they had to help Fang.
He hated this feeling. Of withering away. Of feeling like maybe he wouldn’t make it to the end of the week. Of knowing the people who were supposed to take care of him were actively trying to make him suffer, and he couldn’t say or do anything about it.
But he could at least do something. He held up his staff and used his magic. He knew Amarynthos was going to fight, just as he knew his parents -- his real parents, who loved him and cared about him -- were going to fight, too.
He knew the magic was working because he could smell the honey. He quickly leaned up to give Amarynthos a quick kiss and then took a step out of his way so he could use his strength that they all needed if they wanted to defeat this Chaos.
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Channeled with the power of hope, Ephesus uses his magic to heal moderate burns and wounds. The longer he channels his magic, the faster the wound is healed. Major burns and wounds can be greatly aided, but not healed completely. He cannot heal life threatening injuries but he can stabilize them until proper medical treatment can be acquired.
The person experiencing the magic will have the distinct taste and smell of honey. Those who are usually averse to the smell and/or taste of honey won’t find it unpleasant. It has a calming effect, and fills the target with hope that everything will be okay. Any anxiety or emotional distress the target is feeling will also be tempered, or eased completely.
Eternal Sailor Varuna, Senshi of Avalanches HP: (100 - 15) 85 Damage: (Direct Damage 10 + 3d6) 19 Action: Pulling Adria and Daphne to the side for safety, then using her magic on the Chaos wolf.
A woman with a colorful outfit and tail approached herself, Adria, and the others, but there was barely any time to even acknowledge she was there, much less make introductions.
They were whisked away from the park, and Lysithea and Michel went right into action.
Varuna went into action too, by grabbing both the wrists of Adria and the other woman (Daphne) to pull them out of the way of anyone else throwing their attacks at this Chaos beast.
She frowned at the beast, disappointed that this was how Chaos decided to manifest. Of course it had to be a beautiful animal. Of course it couldn’t be allowed to just rest in peace. It didn’t help that there was a lingering feeling of hunger and loneliness. She didn’t want to think about a time before her Auntie came back to Destiny City, when she was living in the old, broken down truck she managed to purchase. Now was not the time for that.
Even though she didn’t know the woman (Daphne) she’d pulled to the side, she turned and lifted both hands to place on her cheeks to draw her close so she could briefly press their foreheads together, as if in silent prayer or at least a transference of understanding that they would be okay. Varuna didn’t know why she felt like this woman (Daphne) was sad, but she seemed to have that air about her.
She didn’t linger, in case she (Daphne) was against being touched, and turned instead to Adria, whom she did the same thing.
Varuna squished his cheeks with a bit more affection, and then pressed a kiss against Adria’s forehead before pressing hers to his.
She didn’t say anything, but that wasn’t unusual. She didn’t usually speak unless necessary, and right now she just needed Adria to know that he wasn’t alone. And she felt the same was necessary for the other woman (Daphne) as well.
Once she was satisfied they knew she wouldn’t leave their sides, she searched for Malus to make sure he had a chance to get out of the way as well. She only had two hands, otherwise she would have grabbed him as well.
After finding him, and making sure Lysithea and Michel were accounted for, she turned to direct her magic at the beast.
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Ganymede wanted to believe that Valhalla was right. Things will be fine. She would make things fine. They all would.
They appeared on Fang, and Ganymede’s memories took her back to her first few visits to her own moon. The world had been dark and desolate. Everything had been in a state of disrepair, if not completely destroyed. There had been no sign of life, nor any hope for it. But it had been hers. It was still hers. This world was Fang’s. He belonged to it as much as it belonged to him. They couldn’t allow either to suffer.
The difference came in the form of a great chrysocyon—which should have been a sign of continued life, but rose from the darkness like death.
Ganymede knew magic when she felt it. Over the years, she’d learned to distinguish between reality and sensations that were forced upon her. She could fight through fear, sadness, and pain, fire or ice, illusions or nightmares.
But the hunger rolling over her took her by surprise. Ganymede staggered into Valhalla. For a moment, her thoughts drifted back twelve years. Twelve years. Had it really been so long? This depth of hunger made her think of watching her father being wheeled away, then doors swinging shut, and sitting in an uncomfortable waiting room all alone, a doctor coming out later to say, I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
Then running. She remembered how the soles of her feet hit the ground, how her muscles burned, how tired and alone she felt, how guilty, how angry, how numb. She remembered looking at food but not caring, eating but tasting nothing, then not eating much at all. At least when she’d been hungry, she’d felt something. Until she’d stopped feeling hungry, too.
Ganymede took a breath. The memories were real, but she knew the sensation wasn’t. She could fight through it. She forced herself back to the present, straightened her shoulders and looked at Valhalla to reassure herself that he was still there. Her expression hardened—determined, defiant—and she dug deep for her own power, let it fill her and overflow, until she stood there in her glittery white gown, silver-white wings outstretched.
She countered magic with magic. She didn’t have to speak the words. She barely moved as she cast, merely flicked a hand and willed her power toward the wolf.
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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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Reims, Squire of Ganymede HP: (75 - 15) 60 Damage: N/A Action: Retreating with Dering. Trying to find Rose again. Pleased to see Yvoire and Cynthus.
Reims knew his sword made contact with the creature, although he wasn’t sure if he made any real damage. There were plenty of others attacking it, so he knew he needed to get out of the way.
As he took a step to retreat, he almost ran into someone who was swinging a guitar--
No, a lute.
“Dering!” Reims gasped in surprise and relief, happy to see his friend there. But he could immediately see that something was wrong.
“Dering--” he repeated, but reached out to grab hold of Dering’s upper arm before he could collapse. He looked like he was about to tremble himself into a pile, or at least faint from disorientation. He looked unfocused and pale. There were tears on his eyelashes--
Reims was tempted to just drop his sword, but was focused enough to store it away to retrieve it again when he needed it. But right now he needed to remove Dering from whatever was going on. He could feel the pain of starvation in his gut and wondered--
He didn’t have time to ask if it was okay. He leaned down to scoop Dering up in his arms, making sure he didn’t lose the lute in the process. He spotted a familiar head of blue hair at least.
“You did a good job, Dering. Just breathe. Cynthus! You’ve got healing magic don’t you? Have you seen Rose? Rose!” he shouted over the chaos, trying to find his other friends. Another wave of relief came when he saw Yvoire.
“Evie!” he called over to him as well. Good, that was almost everyone.
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Seeing Pleione show up, he was glad the fog senshi had come to help. But when they arrived and that thing appeared, it made him sick. It was rotten, decayed, and just wrong. Something that was caught between and hadn't moved on when it should have.
That magic of theirs had him holding his stomach, thinking of his time wandering his planet in those stints of wakefulness before making it to Earth. A sour taste bubbled up in his mouth and he tried to shake it off, thinking of how he could go back to the small apartment and eat with the others afterwards. There were people now, more than enough resources and most of all the place he was on earth had water that wasn't tainted.
Running forward, he nudged Pleione to snap them out of it. "We need to help! Let's put that sparring practice to use!" With a hesitant smile on his face, he lunged forward and swung at the thing.
Transcended Princess Ida HP: 125 - 15 = 110 Action: Moving to Fang, taking princess form, and attacking the monster with her eternal attack. Damage to Chrysocon: 10 + 11 = 21
It was time. Everyone had arrived and Fang was ready to take them. Ida offered another smile back to the new senshi, Terebellum? and prepared herself for teleportation. It was a familiar feeling, being flung across the galaxy to a distant place. Familiar too, to arrive to darkness here. The same darkness she had seen last time, and the same uncomfortable feeling of dread.
This time, though, they were surrounded by allies, and this time, it was not a sourceless dread any more. A horror rose up before them and roared, all teeth and bone and gore... One of the Chrysocons? The sound it made have a visceral reaction on the people who had come here, beating down many of them, including Fang. Ida felt it as though someone had wrapped something tight around her middle and squeezed... leaving her feeling like she'd never eaten before in her life, and never would again.
She pressed a hand to her stomach as she grimaced, fighting off the sensation. Orah had never gone hungry in her civilian life, one of those fortunate ones who's parent had never been wealthy, but always able to provide the basics for his children. They might have shopped more second hand and dollar store than name brand, but at least they had never been hungry. It wasn't until Alkaid that Ida had learned true hunger... the uncertainty of when the Ascended would return and whether or not the shattered humanity of her would remember that actual living people actually had to eat to survive. There was never quite the danger of starving to death, Alkaid was too careful to preserve her prize, but she'd come to know hunger well in her crystal prison.
But Ida was free now, and her job provided enough for what she needed, enough for others besides. Even if it hadn't... Ida was lush and alive again. Her hands had directed its bounty and an abundance of food waited to be plucked from branches and stalks. She would never truly need to feel hunger, as long her planet remained.
"Illyria!" Ida called to her bonded as she moved closer to Fang. "Stay close!"
Calling up the power inside of her, Ida planted herself near her friend and the young woman with him, glowing petals falling in a rush around her form. They coalesced into sweeps of fabric and snowy white feathers as they released the sweet, gentle smell of flowers to those around her.
"Heavenly Orchid Arrows!" Ida called as she threw her arms up, more glowing petals forming a bow that she grasped. Pulling back the invisible string, a shining arrow appeared between her hands and she pointed the petal tip right at the zombie monster. She released it and it roared across the distance separating them, exploding with a flash against the thing's gore-dripping fur.
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Eternal Sailor Attack: Heavenly Orchid Arrows!
[What it does] An out-flung hand casts a trail of petals that form a bow-like shape. She takes it up and uses it to fire arrows of light with hardened petals as arrow heads. The arrows have an 'aura' of power to them and explode on contact. The explosion is more concussive, causing a pressure that can push a target backwards a foot or two, but doesn't do much in the way of actual damage. Unbalanced enemies could be knocked over, if they were caught unaware. Particularly heavy opponents may not be moved by the attack, but could be distracted or slowed by the pressure of it. Each arrow takes a lot of power to cast and her limit is three, which exhausts her and can force her to retire until she's rested.
Parsifal's eyes were wide and attentive as the tall gorgeous Senshi (Muri) told him who Fang was and explained something about the non-human Senshi now among them. That was amazing! "Thanks, man, I really didn't know," he said with a nod –
– Then all hell broke loose as a monstrous creature that looked like a refugee from a zombie movie appeared. He didn't even realize at first that they'd been transported to Fang's homeworld, he was so high and so busy staring at the thing that appeared in front of them.
All of a sudden a gnawing ache washed over him, and he clutched at his stomach, huddling close to the tall gorgeous Senshi pair he was standing with. This hunger in his gut was horrible, threatening to consume him, literally. He staggered into the other equally gorgeous Senshi (Elsa), unable to focus on anything other than the hunger pangs. Had this come from the beast? He had to get hold of himself, and fast!
"Ah, yes. Though at one time my advisors would have been... frustrated with me for claiming that, given my appearance," she said softly to Ida, tail flicking slightly. A thousand years ago they would have thrown a fit about her claiming to be from Terebellum, even though there was no other way the senshi to come about but...
"Earth has been decent to me in the Earth year I've been here for, though the high concentration of agents of Chaos is... odd. And concerning." She smiled at Procyon as well, and at the cat that appeared next to them (Illyria). Her eyes caught on another senshi that looked... familiar but she couldn't quite place him (Muri), only that she was surprised he was here and no longer in black.
Then they were teleporting. The city appeared around them and the oppression of Chaos sent a shiver down Tere's spine and tail. The once shy senshi suddenly focused, yellow eyes narrowing as she glanced around. A giant creature - a Chrysocyon - rose up out of the shadows and roared.
The pangs of hunger slammed into her and she swayed, gritting her teeth as her horns rang with the sound. It threatened to shatter her, to find the point of resonance of her being and bring her low. As one of the 'Tenebri' she knew the pangs of hunger all to well. The topsiders rationed their food, rationed their supplies, rationed their chance to see the sky even.
Warmth and calm washed over her, breaking Terebellum out of the sudden memory. She looked over and stared, as Ida stood, white wings fanned out behind her.
Princess Ida.
Then she noticed the other two princesses.
Ida spoke and she shook herself. Hunger gnawed at her belly but didn't ring through her horns anymore. There was a job to do; she could stare in awe at the fact that Earth just had... several royal senshi floating about later.
Yellow eyes returning to the giant zombie creature and she shot forward. Terebellum circled around to one of it's legs and dropped to the ground, pressing her hands to the stone beneath it.
Don't screw up don't screw up don't screw up
"Resonance Amplification!" she called, feeling her magic well up in her palms. Her fingers flexed and the magic released, taking root in the ground. She let out a breathe of relief and and retreated back to Ida.
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Sailor Scout Attack: Resonance Amplification!
Description: Terebellum calls the name of her attack and touches an object. Effect: In up to a 5ft radius from where she touched the object, it shudders and seems to shift and vibrate as power and energy resonates through them. This only affects inanimate objects or terrain (such as the ground or walls). Effects can alter between violent shaking and trembling when the energy does not resonate well within the target, and the target may have a suction effect when the energy resonates well. This suction effect can attract living creatures, people, and objects the size or smaller than a human. She cannot control the effect and it may manifest randomly in battle. At player choice and RP direction, small objects may crack or explode. Duration: 30 seconds; small objects can explode at any point in time during this use if plotted with RP partner Range: Terebellum must touch the object to use her magic. Uses: 3
