If she had a moment to really stop, really contemplate everything... she'd admire the care and gentleness with which the Commodore tried to treat his Vanguard. Caerynn's death... it was something Realta would never allow to leave her memory. Nor would she be forgetting that vile creature's face that shattered her starseed.
Congrats, agent. You're on a Guardian's s**t list.
As the crystals rose up around the still, cooling body of the sweetheart who believed so surely in that man, Realta looked to the other guardian (Illyria) who had been trying to also protect Nami. "Get Nami out from under the crystal! She can't stay there!" Realta would mourn for the gentle girl later.
Others were attacking the monster. She'd heard over the communications the aliens wore that Caedus was their senshi... and now his starseed was being removed, to allow it to be reborn. One of their Commanders just died. Chaos was flooding the area, and even Realta felt the sting in her forehead, the creeping, corrosive sensation that tried to leech through her fur and into her very self.
She could do nothing else but lash out at the damn generator. If they could destroy them all--those beams of light were concerning... but this flooding of Chaos trying to dig its claws into them was more so.
"Spirits please protect you, Metis," she whispered, her heart squeezing tight at the very notion of this infection getting anywhere near her girl.
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Roselite said. “Y-You’re the ones who wanted to work with the aliens. You let the invaders in among us.”
Save another world? Destroy both worlds? He wasn’t here for that, as far as he knew. He was here to subdue the enemy. He was here to save Earth.
He could do that. He just… couldn’t allow himself to be distracted. It was fine. This was fine. There was a lot of noise. People talking. Others shouting. Weapons flashing. Magic flaring to life. Roselite tuned out what he could, otherwise it would be overwhelming.
It’s fine, he told himself. It’s fine. Focus on the mission.
Roselite summoned his dinky butterknife and threw it at the Senshi (Dejanira) again.
Attention Chaos agents in B2: Scylla has cast an ability on the generator that encourages YOU (CHAOS) to attack it: Scylla can select one nearby youma, humanoid, or object to be 'bait', splattering it with a magic-based foul-smelling, sticky, sludge- like the consistency of slightly separating peanut butter. The target may (quite rightly) find this unbearably disgusting. Nearby NPC youma are mindlessly drawn to attack the person or object splattered, while PC full-youma and first stage characters will feel an incredibly strong compulsion to attack it; second stage characters and half-youma will find that compulsion weaker, and third/fourth stage the most likely to be able to resist. The effects of the sludge will last for 30 seconds- or until the enemy jumps into a nearby pool of water large enough to 'wash off' the sludge. This can be used twice per battle.
For anyone in range of her aura, she has also acquired her new passive: Ominous Presence: Those within the range of Scylla's aura become quite aware of who they are near. The air around her seems to grow cold and oppressive; and when she moves the creaking of ships can be heard, and the sounds of wood splintering and metal bending, water splashing, men crying out in terror. From the corner of their eyes they may think they see something moving in the darkness, but there is nothing there. Familiar friends may (somehow) find her aura soothing, catching a glimpse of light to reassure them. Enemies may find her aura less so.
Transcended Eternal Scylla HP: 76 (100 - 24 ) * Note: (Article of Resilience -1 damage) Action: Holding Caedus; Using her Alt Super Senshi Use Damage 1d10 + 7 + 1 (Article of Strength) + 2(2x)/3(2x+1 alt)/4(1x)/5(1xmetallic bracelet) 3+7+1+3 = 14 damage to generator B2 Location: D4
Scylla's body flew backwards, away from Lyndin- away from Caedus, slipping into the dark. Chaos pulsed across the battlefield, and The senshi of the Kraken's wail was that of a wounded animal as she struggled her way back to her friend, collapsing back next to him. Her deep blue-black wings only vibrated as the Chaos slid through her, and she let it pass through, not fighting it for the moment; not letting the energy buffet her body. No resistance, but no acceptance; the warm glow of her starseed was undimmed, her homeworld saying to all around her- No. This one is MINE.
"Caedus," she whispered, and her voice was a croak. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." he was unconscious, and the machine was pumping out Chaos, and Lyndin- whatever he was now- was too strong for her. "I have to help them. My people. You would forgive me, wouldn't you?" and she lowered her head, pressing her lips to his own. "Thank you for trying. Thank you for being my friend. And I'll see you again as soon as I can." she lowered her voice again, and whispered in his ear as if he could hear her- "I love you."
And then she pushed to her feet, her face soaked with tears. And she didn't hide it as she allowed her magic to flow through her, the deep dark of Scylla's depths unfurling through her against the Chaos. Look, her magic said, We are here. The air around her soaked with a cool darkness that was not enough to counter the Chaos around her, but was enough to soothe Scylla herself.
She threw herself towards the upper left corner of the battlefield, and entered zone B2 with a burst. She flung out her hand- an unnecessary gesture- and pointed to the generator. "BAIT." Her voice was low and clear- and the generator suddenly stank. Vile, disgusting, and yet- members of Chaos might suddenly find it.... appealing. Almost... tasty.
A thorn, she reminded herself. She needed to keep her wits about her. A thorn, in the side of Chaos. It was her goal. She had set it herself. And mourning could be done later, once she had helped keep as many members of Order from that darkness as she could.
These generators needed to go down, and then she had a date with the Commodore, if she could. If not, she would use her pain in another way.
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Caedus, I guess
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Anyone who wants to hear Scylla's emotional sobbing over Caedus cause I guess comms are still open.
Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2021 12:18 pm
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: Sailor Guinevere of Obsession HP: KO'ed By Forced Corruption! Action: THE WORST TIME. (Healing Morgan, asking Amaterasu to heal her more and better, and then getting full on wholeass corrupted.) Damage: N/A Location: B5
Guinevere sank to her knees in the grass, carefully setting Morgan down. They were between two of the awful generators, but far enough from either that she was fairly certain that they would be relatively safe, here, even if more of those things blew.
There was an awful, sickening pulse of Chaos, and Guinevere hitched forward, and black began to bleed into the edges of her bodice, growing up from her skirt.
“No,” she said, softly. Not yet. Not now.
She could feel it sinking into her core, cold fingers wrapping around her starseed, darkness bleeding in.
But she had to hold on. She had to fight.
She remembered the strange, cracked bone that she had found on her one and only visit to her homeworld. Remembered her certainty that the other-Guinevere was putting it away to protect it. Inhaled, sharply, and reached into her sub space pocket, praying the entire time—but it came to her fingers easily.
She looks up at the Chibi (Amaterasu) that she’d heard cry out before—a sweet little thing in a sunrise colored kimono—and pleaded.
“I’m going to help her some,” she said, “but—you said you can heal, right? Please. Fix my friend.” Because whatever her little bone could do, she knew that Morgan would need more strength, especially if she was going to resist the Chaos bleeding across the battlefield.
Blackness began to grow up the white on her boots.
Her hair, already grown longer in recent years, since she finally had a job where she could afford better haircare than an alleyway hackjob from someone else who happened to have a pair of scissors, began to lengthen further. The ringlets it had grown into, a texture she loved and was proud of and had begun to let grow free, took on a heavier weight.
She brought the bone just above Morgan's lips, and cracked it the rest of the way. In an instant, purple smoke poured from it, and the bone resolved itself--uncracked and whole.
Like Morgan would be.
Like Guinevere would not.
She smiled, and her legs wobbled.
"Get out of here," she told Arthuradel and Hania.. "See...see if maybe...Lyndin...maybe he'll help you guys get out with his people, or something."
She didn't have much faith in that pronouncement, but she wanted to believe.
"And don't take me with you. I'm trying to fight this, but I don't know who I'm gonna be in a minute."
Guinevere's heart was a fragile, bettered thing. Many years of suffering and loss and privation had worn it down, had made a cynic of her, had turned her into a liar and a thief, and she had never considered herself a particularly good person. But the Arthurians. They had taken her in, welcomed her, helped her get on her feet. Helped her build the life she had, so that she was no longer lost and alone.
Her friends. The first true, real ones she had ever had, since her parents died and she slipped through the cracks of the world. The people that had made her life so much better.
She would have died for them. Something she never thought she'd ever think about someone else.
She would not have the chance to test that.
Because the Chaos bleeding from the central machine wrapped its filthy claws around her starseed.
Black bled over the white in her uniform. Her hair grew and grew, down towards her feet. Her bodice retreated, becoming something midriff-baring--exposing the scar on her stomach from the mirror shard that had nearly killed her, years ago.
Guinevere screamed her agony to the sky, and when it was done, when all of the white had bled out, when holes appeared in her forehead and chest, the final markers of her corruption, her body gave out.
She crumpled to the ground next to Morgan, irrevocably changed.
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: General Ashanite HP: 162 - 100 = 62 (will double check for other damage after work, if I missed your attack pls let me know!) Action: Giving orders! Also monologuing. Damage: N/A yet Location: F4
Ashanite watched, an angry disdain growing in his gut, as the cat Xenia had been dealing with ambled over to Charybdis.
As Charybdis sprouted wings.
As her seal slammed into his generator, and it gave up the ghostr.
The backlash made him stagger, and hit one knee, and he leaned on his blade for support.
But his expression did not change--if anything, his grin took on a mad edge, as he looked down at the ground, his long cascade of hair partially shadowing his face.
Inky shadows dripped from his weapon, hitting the ground and dissipating in wisps of dark.
And he began to laugh.
"Idiots," he said, and he lifted his head to reveal a very smug, slightly mad grin. "You're all so stupid. And too slow by half. You can take us down, but are you going to be able to get by our General Sovereigns? Our Queen? You'll all die here, or Chaos will take you. I'm not particularly partial to which, but I'd rather see more corruptions than deaths, if we're honest. Better to have you serve the Negaverse. Waste not, want not, and all."
He had the perfect revenge against the little bratty Chibi. She'd bnene at that battle--the one where Sakuraiite fell, and rose again.
"Speaking of waste not, want not," he said, and he looked Charybdis dead in the face as he have his orders. "Sakuraiite! Arsenolite! Get the new Eternal! I know she's just a kid, but she's the enemy."
His orders were delivered with confidence.
It didn't matter that they'd destroyed the generator. Chaos had already won.
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: Half-Youma Captain Sakuraiite HP: 75 Action: Attacking Charybdis! Hi baby seal <3 Damage 1 + 5 + 5 = 11, but the damage to feels is much worse. Location: F4
Sakuraiite wanted to keep fighting the Squire, but her head turned when Ashanite called her name.
"Oops!" She said, and shrugged. "My General has other orders for me! And anyway, I guess you guys got what you wanted, huh? The generator's down!"
And she darted off, calling on her new power, and grabibng onto Charybdis.
"Hi!" She said, brightly. "I'm Sakuraiite. Sorry, I have to take you down!"
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Touch of Decay: Sakuraiite grabs hold of someone, and they feel as if their energy is being drained. This happens at a much faster rate than actual Negaverse energy draining, and does not produce an energy orb for Sakuraiite to turn in; instead, the energy transfers directly to her, and will heal minor injuries and give her a small boost that lasts for 30 seconds. After 30 seconds, the affected target will feel somewhat less drained, but at player choice, some fatigue may linger. Sakuraiite can use this ability twice per battle.
General Titanite is, it seems, openly pissed off at Negaverse and is working against them -- for the moment.
General Titanite HP: 100 Action: Punching Benitoite and then screaming at Ganymede. Damage 1d10 + 7 (rank) + 5 (faction) [7+7+5+5=24 damage to Beni's face] Location: D2
Benitoite was there at the tender mercies of Metis, and Chaos was pumping across the field in a way that turned her stomach. Her medals glinted up at her from the grass as she looked down, and took a deep, shaking breath. No. She had just said it: There was no honor to be found in this. This was nothing to be proud of. This was war, and it was ugly, and it was wrong.
Purification, the knight had said, and the word rang in her ears. Purification would mean nothing, however, if this continued. Those bright, shining lights were dimming under the darkness, and Titanite hated it.
No. Shoving her fist into Benitoite's face again, Titanite spun; the medals crunched under her boot as she spun, running towards the Princess on the other side of the field, who had been taking darkness and making lights. And, stopping for a breath, she shoved her gloved fist down. "Hey, Princess!" Her accented voice spilled across the space between herself and Ganymede. "Do you have room for one more on that shine-train?"
She threw her communicator crystal to the ground. Lifted a booted foot. Crushed it.
If she was to be punished for this later, at least she would have known what it was like to shine like Order could. To be a bright, warming light, standing against the blackness, even for a moment.
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General - Her weapon is still her gloves. The magic on her gloves is now a saltwater effect- when she scratches the enemy, making a wound in skin or in fuku, the ensuing cut gets cold and damp, and on flesh feels like salt being rubbed into the raw skin. This is a minor effect, but as she has a light weapon and can theoretically make several cuts in a 'round' due to the spikes on her gauntlets, it can become very painful for the enemy very fast.
Cadet Andreiya HP: 45/50 Action: Holding Naeria, wants to go to Lyndin Damage: N/A Location: C3
Andreiya’s heart was pounding and he didn’t understand anything except that people were dying and the Commodore said he wanted to go. He said to go to him. The Commodore would keep them safe.
He and Naeria would be safe.
He couldn’t think that one of their own was dead, so he pushed the thought from his mind. His heart felt like it was clawing out of his chest and the corners of his vision were quickly blackening. He had to take a break for a second but he kept his arms wrapped around her.
“You’re not going to die,” he rasped between breaths. “I’m not going to let you, it’s okay. I’ve got you, the Commodore says we’re leaving! We’re going to be okay. He’s right over there, Naeria. We’re okay. He’ll keep us safe. We’re almost there.”
He could make it. He could carry her out of here.
They were so close, and he knew the Commodore would protect them.
He didn’t understand this, but he trusted him, trusted in him.
He could get them out of here.
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Mamertine, Squire of Pluto HP: 39/75 Action: Attacking Generator with magic Damage 4+5+2=11 [out of Knight Magic] Location: F4->D6
At first, Mamertine thought it was the blast from the generator that left him so disoriented. It hadn’t occurred to him that something else was going on. His ears were ringing and the thoughts in his head seemed muddled.
All he knew was that he was angry.
Angry, with no one and nothing to direct it to. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t determine who deserved it. How was he expected to deliver justice if he couldn’t figure out who deserved it?
It was so long since he’d just lost control--he heaved his oversized gavel up and hurled it down on the generator.
He couldn’t figure out where he was needed but he just wanted to break something.
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General Jet HP: 200 Action: Leaving his post in F2 to deal with the Princess Menace in E2. Damage N/A Location: F2 to E2
Anger continued to boil in Jet’s blood, and his head snapped in the direction of Ganymede across the field. Across the field where he could hear the accented voice of General Titanite yelling toGanymede.
He remembered her from the mission into the Rift. Thought she was competent, and glad that she’d been assigned to the Combat team, which likely needed the most help and also somehow came out fairing better than the rest of them.
He tried to force his breathing to remain even. He gritted his teeth and balled his hands into fists so tight that his nails would have bitten into his skin if he didn’t already keep them short for playing the piano.
Ganymede is going to use her crystal on Titanite,Jet thought to Aquamarine through the earring they shared. She needs to be stopped. I can’t just stand here and watch her make a mockery of Queen Laurelite. I have to stop her before she can do any more damage.
They still had their generator to protect. He knew he shouldn’t leave his post. But they had Aquamarine there, and they had Cymophane there, and Reidite, and Albite, and maybe a couple others he missed in the chaos of everything.
But before he left, he turned to where the Queen stood guard at the perimeter, and lowered his head in a respectful bow, despite knowing he was basically disobeying orders, and turned and began to make his way to the Princess.
Squire Imbrium of Castor HP: 40 (75 - 5 - 15 - 15) Action: Attacking the F6 Generator and preparing for PAIN Damage 1d10 + 5 (shield magic, no roll; -5 to one ally, 1 use left) [7+5=12 damage to generator] Location: B6
Her stomach clenched and roiled as Chaos energy began to roll off the machine in the middle, pulsing through her, around her, and making her stomach begin to roil. The Castor knight almost cried out with the ache of it, and she looked down at her hands as the darkness rolled around inside her.
Ugh; GROSS. She lifted her shield again, black, clawed fingers staining the icy silver of her shield.
Dropping another F-bomb, she shoved her shield into the generator again. "Just BREAK!"
Aventine, Knight of Venus HP: 70/100 Action: Attacking Generator with Knight Magic Damage: 7+7+5 = 19 [out of knight magic] Location: B2
Tortali’s kiss on her cheek gave her all the strength she needed. Aventine had never been touched by Chaos, but she could feel its slick tendrils gripping at her heart. If it weren’t for Tortali’s kiss…
Maybe she could have been distracted. Maybe she would have been tempted by the Chaos. And it did feel good, and warm, and–
Her mind was a hazy mess because she wanted destruction.
She wanted things to hurt.
She wanted to go rip off that cute little dog boy’s ears, but she settled for smashing her weapon against the generator and sending a plume of fragrance into the air around it.
Ammersee, Squire of Neptune HP: 45/75 Action: Attacking Generator with Squire Magic Damage 2+5+2 = 9 [out of Squire Magic] Location: B2
Ammersee knew the distantly familiar caress of Chaos. Even now, he struggled against it. He could see the colors on his uniform shifting, flickering, as the Chaos threatened to take hold again. He felt dizzy and light headed, and when he couldn’t tell friend from foe–there was the generator.
He wavered on his feet, struggled.
He wanted to slip into the darkness. He wanted to sink into the comfort of Chaos and–
No. He had Sava. He had Lupu. He had Kari.
He had a life again.
And being here was threatening everything.
He couldn’t think, so he just moved--and swung down at the generator desperately.
Character name, rank, and a link to their journalSuper Sailor Dejanira / senshi of raspberries HP: 11 HP Action: Being attacked again, Attacking Lieutenant Roselite Damage : 1d10 + 5 + 2 = 15 damage Location: F6
Dejanira wanted to reason but she lost all reason when the wave of chaos magic hit her and she lost her mind for the time being feeling the effects of the corruption. She was driven to madness and violence and couldn't think straight to tell the nega soldier that she had never spoken to an alien and was not friends with them. As far as she knew they were trying to save earth too. Instead she used her Super attack on the nega solider before her. Not thinking about her wounds or that she would soon be too weak to fight anymore.
Sailor Scout Attack: Raspberry jam smash
Sailor Dejanira creates a red ball of magic raspberry jam that she jumps into the air and smashes down on her target. The attack has a stinging sensation (with skin contact) that lasts about 30 secs. range about 5 meters
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Raspberry jam blast (twice per battle)
Sailor Dejanira jumps into the air and shoots a ball of raspberry jam at her target. The attack has a slightly longer stinging sensation (must be skin contact), that lasts about 30 sec. range about 10 meters
Andronicus Knight of Uranus HP: 60 /100 Action: Stalking after Lyndin and attacking Damage: 7 (1d10 roll) + 7 (rank) + 5 (Magic) = 19 Location: D4
How could they trust when he'd never told them the plan? How could they trust when they'd been lied to, misdirected, promised a hail mary of a chance to shift the power balance? How could they trust, when over and over they were shown that they could only trust themselves? What had Lyndin expected of the powereds on Earth? To blindly cooperate for the 'greater good'? To have leadership or direction, or anything to show they were a force and not just a ragtag bunch of teens and adults just trying to keep people safe?
He claimed he wanted to save Caedus' starseed. He claimed he wasn't going to destroy it. He claimed he'd take it back to the Cauldron himself.
He claimed and he claimed and he worked honeyed words and expected blind faith and...
Andronicus felt the rush of Chaos into her starseed from the machine and she stumbled, baring her teeth at the pain.
Oh. Oh. Oh Gods that made so much more sense.
The Negaverse wasn't here for the starseed. They were here for Order. For all of them. To corrupt every single one of them. Why lay claim to one mutated royal crystal when Metallia could add the entirety of Order to their ranks in one fell swoop. It was the perfect exchange. One crystal for Metallia winning the war. Easy, no need to get attached, no need to even give a thought to the lives they'd destroy here. They didn't even matter.
White hot rage shot through her limbs and the winds held in her staff grew dark. Parts of her uniform began to darken, the Uranus symbols flickering and cracking. Chaos warmed her limbs and whispered power. An old echo of a future not come to pass.
"Encke, Scylla, I leave Caedus to you. I have an alien rip apart," she said, voice deathly calm. Andronicus stalked around the center console following Lyndin with the slow walk of a predator. Lyndin... Lyndin sacrificed them all for his world. Lyndin killed Caedus. Lyndin Lyndin Lyndin Lyndin
"Lyndin Lyndin Lyndin LYNDIN." Her voice reached a screaming crescendo as she mantra'd his name, her entire vision narrowed only to his retreating back. The gales in her staff reached a tipping point and she swung, sending the condensed ball of gale force winds slamming into him. "Die."
Andronicus didn't even register Castor, or the Cadets, or Kurma, or anything outside her prey.
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Knight: Change of Gales Channeled for one minute. Andronicus changed the wind direction again, however this time with the force of a gale, able to knock people of their feet and knock loose debre off of tables, roofs, trees, etc. Can be used in short bursts, up until forty five seconds total of magic 'time' is used. Usable up to fifteen feet in the direction she casts its (usually forward). The gale is at 40 mph.
