Corrupt Sailor Cymophane HP: 29/50 Action: Going after Mizuki to attack her again. Damage: 5 (roll) + 3 (rank) + 0 (faction; since punch, not magic) + 5 (bonus) = 13 Location: F2
Vanya. Again.
The second time, Cymophane was aware that it was the magic causing it. Something about the petals… He thought of Vanya, pictured Vanya in his mind, but he knew that these thoughts were not natural, that something was drawing them up from his memory. Again, Vanya’s face. Again, the bang and the thud.
Wait it out, he told himself. Wait it out and it will be over.
Still, the longing...
If he could go back, if he could make a different decision…
But would he?
When the magic faded, Cymophane shook it off. His characteristic smile was absent from his face. He looked around for the Senshi and didn’t immediately see her, but stalked around the generator until he found her again, cowering (Mizuki).
“There you are,” he said.
Cymophane punched her as hard as he could in the face.
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I think that KOs her after the two generator pulses? emo
Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2021 5:39 pm
General Aquamarine HP: 200 Action: Shouting after Jet; giving more orders. Damage: None. Location: F2
“JET!” Aquamarine called after him, but Jet went, leaving Aquamarine to defend the generator with his rag-tag group of agents and Senshi.
When Jet didn’t respond, Aquamarine thought through their mental link, What the ******** do you think you’re doing? That’s a ******** royal, Jet! You can’t take her on your own! Let her do whatever the ******** she wants! It won’t do her any good now!
Fear, sharp and ugly, shot through him. Jet was going to get himself killed — if not by the Princess, then by the Queen herself if they lost this generator without Jet at his post. Aquamarine’s instincts screamed at him, urging him to follow, to help Jet with whatever violent impulses drove him, or to drag him back kicking and screaming and swearing vengeance if he had to, but the Queen was there, and no amount of bowing would earn either of them her forgiveness if they ******** this up.
Aquamarine swallowed the fear down. He cast his gaze around at what allies he had at his disposal (Cymophane, Reidite, Albite, Meridiana, and Dravite). “Clean up here. I expect we’ll have incoming soon.”
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal Prince Castor of Hail HP: 43 Action: None Damage NA Location: D4
He wished hope might have been enough.
But since when had any of his wishes ever come true?
As Castor was flung, as chaos coiled around him, it burned as he screamed in a silent agony; he felt it touch him, his very core, his crystal, still shimmering, glittering, flickering with his very life and soul so visibly on display-
He felt it's familiar touch, a warm embrace against the chilling cold he had come to know so well.
A prince, fallen- he rose, the chaos licking up his spine, curling around his feet. Blue faded, bleached white for a single brilliant moment.
Until they stained a black that seemed to suck all light within them and leave nothing behind but the veins of silver threads, embroidered cracks and fissures along his uniform. The once bright laurels gone- only a hollow crater remained.
Grey wings rustled as he stood, their color catching in the light- dark. Black as the night sky, void of any stars.
Castor stood on unsteady legs, eyes fixed upon the generator, a single thought lingering.
When would hope ever be enough?
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Castor has fallen! (and he can't get up?) Right now he seemed to be in a daze but is making no hostile actions towards anyone, his focus is only on the generator and is seeming lost in his own reverie
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2021 5:42 pm
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal Cadet Gavaen HP: 50HP Action: Attacking Console Damage 2+3 = 5 damage Location: D4
If the Commodore had really been chosen by Valyncya to protect it..then Lyndin would have been their senshi. Not Caedus. But he was not. No matter how Lyndin tried to justify his actions, unless some other weird turn of fate shifted to such revelations, the deluded leader of the Vanguard would no longer hold any sway over Gavaen.
Gavaen had felt the lever budge ever so slightly despite his greatest efforts, but it was not enough. Then he was knocked away, and he could feel his fingers dislocate from the force that sent him to the ground, despite being nothing compared to the force that had shoved the forces of order away. he pushed himself up into a sitting position, holding his aching hand to his chest and biting his lip as he watched the Commodore begin to walk away. His golden eyes glared before the movement of Scylla caught his attention, and the air around her, like nothing he had any comparison to, captivated and froze him to the spot.
He witnessed her actions and heard her words to their ailing king, etched them to his heart, and as she left to join the battle, he found his own movement again. He balled his hands in to fists and started wailing on the console in angst and rage, going blind to his own pain that was nothing compared to what he felt inside. Meanwhile the nearby royal (Castor) was doing whatever he was going. Gavaen could feel the distortion in the air but it could not distract him from his furious console smashing.
]Myrrha, Super Senshi of Scents HP: 17/75 (( took 28 damage from Capt Bloodstone )) Action: Retaliating against Bloodstone (and if someone is standing close to him - they could chose to be fully affected or partially affected by her magic) Damage 5 (rank) + 3(magic) + dice (2) = 10dmg to Bloodstone Location: F6 There was more going on towards the center of the battlefield that Myrrha had not been following along with too closely. The broadcast though, being routed through the dead cadet's suit though rang in her ears. It was sort of a sad scene really, a horrible fate to one that had seemed so gentle and willing to aid the side of order in a chance to destroy the Negaverse. That plan had resulted in failure. Many people had been injured but yet here Myrrha was again, willing to give the alien visitors the benefit of the doubt.
But that had been before a good chunk of the Negaverse had shown up to this clearing, on this night, when it would have possibly meant the destruction of those that were riddled with chaos.
Myrrha's musings were interrupted by a weapon being swung at her. The impact that (Bloodstone)'s weapon had sent her reeling. She yelped in surprise and hunched over with pain. Hunched over as she was she couldn't see those that were fighting in her own vicinity. Myrrha gasped just a little. With more effort than she realized it took - she straightened. Her breaths came a little more quickly as she tried to ignore the pain that was now being felt all over. Her eyes found her assailant and she gasped out the words to activate her magic, "Let this be a lesson to you ... I don't "smell" right ... 'Myrrha's Overwhelming Scent!"
Myrrha unleashed her attack on the one that had just stabbed at her with his weapon. Hopefully she could ensnare at least one more agent of chaos in her attack.
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Super Sailor Scout Attack: Myrrha's Overwhelming Scent Myrrha concentrates her energy and calls out her attack. She can select up to two enemies close together and sends the energy in their direction. If the energy hits the targets they will find that their sense of smell has been dramatically increased. They could be overwhelmed by scents found around them, be it good or bad. This attack duration would last 45 seconds. Generally the targets have to be within a ten-foot radius to Myrrha when she calls her attack. The targets must also be standing within two feet of each other. Any targets outside this radius will either escape the attack entirely or only be partially affected.
This attack can be used twice per battle.
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Bloodstone is main target of this attack
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not sure where Cristolabite is
Kyuseisha no Hikari
not sure where Lopezite is
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not sure where Carnallite//Roselite are
Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2021 5:46 pm
Princess Ganymede HP: 133/150 Action: Asking those around her to help take down the generator in F2; comforting Cybele; performing purification #3! Damage: Let there be light! Location: E2 to D2 (one space)
“You’re welcome,” she said with a smile for Sheikh. “I’m Ganymede.”
Still, she did not feel as tired as she was used to after a purification. Still, she did not understand why, or how, but she was determined not to waste it.
Still, there was no time to celebrate.
No sooner had Cybele made her way back over than the world around them seemed overrun. Ganymede had no time to revel in relief. The generators flared, the comet was struck, but of course it did not do what Lyndin promised them it would. Even then, weeks ago, Ganymede had known it would not be so easy.
She didn’t expect it to be quite this difficult.
Though she did not turn to look, kept her back to the machine at the center of the field, she didn’t need to witness it to know. Chaos was heavy in the air, curling wickedly — around them, through them, poisoning them from the outside in. Ganymede felt sick with it, but she had the protection of her homeworld, and it did not fail her now.
Perhaps Valhalla would be safe, with his Wonder’s protection. And Kerberos, whose skin glowed with beautiful patterns. But the others? Cybele? Amsvartnir? Would Vela or Shiekh, so newly purified, have any protection of their own? What of the strange one who brought Vela to her (Kurma)?
A voice to the left, calling for her. Ganymede looked and saw a General, casting off the darkness even as it closed in around them.
Ganymede looked to the right, saw the nearest generator, and the figure coming closer (Jet).
Hope flared, small, barely there — but even the smallest star could offer a great power.
“Cybele,” she said, putting a hand on her, hoping that by doing so she could share some of her light. “Cybele, it’s alright, just stay with me. Stay with me and I can fix this. You can fight this.”
She looked to the others (Kerberos, Amsvartnir, Vela, Kurma, and Shiekh), her expression grim. “None of you are obligated to listen to me, and even if you were, I couldn’t guarantee your safety right now, but we have to take out those generators. I can try to purify, I can keep going, but it probably isn’t going to matter with those things still running.
“Go. Take out the generator however you can. If Laurelite makes a move, fall back here. Leave that General to me. I’ll be right behind you.”
Ganymede looked to the right again, at the General who drew ever closer (Jet). She met his eyes challengingly, unafraid.
Come get me, a*****e.
Then she looked up at Valhalla and said, “Cover me. Protect Cybele.”
She went to the left, to the General calling for her (Titanite), crystal in hand, waiting, eager to channel her power again.
“This is insane,” Ganymede told her. “I don’t even know how much this will help you now, but if it works and the Chaos doesn’t drag you right back, we could use your help with the generators. I’ll give you the same warning I give everyone else. This will hurt and your memory will be affected. Knowing that, if you’re still willing, then…”
For a third time that night, Ganymede drew her magic up, warm and bright, letting it flow through her and out through her crystal.
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Purification #3! If it even matters now... emo Jk everything is fine! Right? Right? RIGHT? Sorry if I missed anything or anyone else. I'm doing my best. orz
Name: General Benitoite HP: 14/100 (I think I got this right.) Action: Hitting Galeria with his spear. Damage 7 + 5 + 5 + 7 = 24 Location: B2, finally.
He was, of course, focused on what was in front of him and so he missed the senshi sneaking up on him from behind. He felt hands press to hiss back, small hands, they didn't belong to anyone he knew of. No one he knew would be foolish enough to touch him, from behind, while they were in a batte. There was the high chance of him turning around and stabbing someone. But before he could do that images and shapes started to appear. They weren't as solid as everything else but they were certainly there. Moving and making noise - talking.
People and he could see himself, as if watching from the sidelines, he could see himself yelling at a knight...a cosmos knight. It wasn't just any knoght though...they'd been Bazzite once. He coulse see the fight and hear the words, trying to convince the other to join the opoosite side...pleading and shouting. He could see push come to shove, litterally, and someone hit the other. He watched as they went toppling over and then blood...so much blood. His own spear had pierced the knight.
Before he could do anything, his feet frozen to the ground, the General was treated to seeing something entierly different. It wasn't a bad different though - it was good. It was unexpected also. He could see himself, as a civilian, with Mason and while that wasn't abnormal the rings they each wore were. It wasn't something he was thinking about now. He'd once thought about it, briefly, with someone else but he'd never asked or said anything. He wasn't opposed to the idea though.
And again things shifted away from seeing them together curled up on a couch, flipping through tv chanels. This time it was another battle...a different one, in a different part of the city, and it was bloody. But it was seeing Corvusite fall to a senshi that had the blond wanting to scream, even as he watched himself rushing to catch the falling body. That was something he couldn't allow to happen. The scene was made all the more bloody by the actual fighting currently going on around him.
When the spell broke it was much to the shock of the ashen blond as the General was jarred out of his thoughts and brought right back to the present. it was jarring and a shock to the system as he took a few moments to orient himself and that was too long...it was long enough for that General - the traitor - to attack him. Her fist landed against his face - again.
He didn't get to respond to it, to lash out against her, because that traitor was going right to Ganymede to get purified - good! She would go to where she belonged. And as for him...he could feel the chaos rising and more power filling the air. It sent a thrill up his spine and had him shivering in pleasure. Gray blue eyes a light with pleasure from the energy filling the air. Yes, this was good. This was like being right next to their Queen...no...Metallia...this was stronger than their Queen.
He couldn't help the laughter which bubbled up and passed his lips, to some it may have sounded even a bit crazed. But the drama he'd heard going on, over com units that were open, plus all the chaos around him. Oh this was perfect! As the laughter died away the ashen blond general continued towards B2 where he knew Wolframite was. He knew with two captains that generator could use some help in keeping safe. As he got close he gathered the strength, because he was honestly getting tired and he was sore and hurting - his face especially. And he swung his weapon towards the first senshi with wings he saw, Galeria. "Bleed." The word a hiss from bloodied lips, stained a bright red from his own blood. He really was hurting and speaking hurt his jaw. His head was pounding with a headache and he felt like he wanted to just fall over and sleep - he needed it seriously.
Spitting blood onto the ground he couldn't help the small chuckle. This was going to be interesting...to see how many switched sides without choice. Not that he liked the idea of forcing such things, they tended to make bad officers, but this was still amusing and a nice way to win a fight. He hoped he saw this fight to it's end.
Feeling the brightness of the Princess moving to meet her, Titanite allowed herself in inhale, feeling the chaos pushing against her. It was part of her, even now, and so there was no pain. There was nothing, except the realization that this was happening. She was making a choice.
“This is insane,” Ganymede told her, and Titanite looked down at the Princess with a lifted eyebrow. There were warnings about pain, and loss of memory, and Titanite closed her eyes, clenched her jaw, and thought of her mother. Thought of Sid, warm and laughing.
"I am familiar with insane," she told Ganymede roughly, "and with pain. Ten years in the Negaverse- and yet I want to know what it feels like to be light, for even a moment." Magic rose around her, and Titanite grit her teeth, grunting in pain, feeling the light spear through her like daggers, and Titanite fell to the ground, kneeling at Ganymede's feet as she screamed.
Once, when she was little, she had watched her father skin a deer after a hunt. He had hunted it for his wife, she had thought a head would look lovely and scenic in one of the guest rooms. The muscle and hide parting had made a terrible noise, and that was how this felt, now; the hide of Chaos being forcibly pulled away from the muscle, the casing of a decade of filth being forcibly torn from her. Sid, she thought of, and let that memory cover her with warmth, until it was brushed away, and she forgot that comfort. Mother.she thought, and remembered Vartui's laughter, the kind smile on her face, the way she had told her once- "If I could have picked another name for you, my Shahar, it would have been Hurrem, for your smile, and your joy." But Shahar had been born at Dawn, and a child's nature was never known.
Her chest ACHED, as Chaos and Light fought like two animals across the skin of her starseed. And Titanite- Shahar- clung to that light, desperate for it. Scrabbled for the memories of love, and light, and joy, using them to beat away the encroaching dark, using them to bolster the royal's magic, shielding that work. And it felt like hours that they fought- Titanite clinging desperately to the light, begging for it, struggling against eave after wave of darkness. Sacrificing joy after joy, pain after pain, moment after moment.
Eventually the darkness faded away from her, washing away memories of her life with one painful scrubbing pass after another; Her hand, clinging to Ganymede's dress, shook. All that was left was memories of being Titanite, of choosing this, of WHY- and the whisper of a smile on a sandy face that she couldn't fully picture anymore, and a whisper of joy.
For all the ache in her chest, now it was even more fierce, battering against an already-battered starseed. Those memories were gone, but the conviction remained. She could feel it now, truly. How dark, and how DIM, and how awful.
"You said help to stop the generators?" Saqqara rose to her feet at last, staggering slightly as her chest clenched. "You shall have it." the Uranus knight lifted her hand, pressing it over her heart. Winced around the ache in her chest. Ugh.
Now that she was light, and free, the feeling of Chaos around her felt like... trying to soak in a hot tub in the middle of summer. Disgusting.
Catching her breath, rubbing her chest, and feeling like she had run a full marathon, Saqqara used her moment to soak in the battlefield she could see, and try to plan her next move.
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Thanks to Kyu for letting me post this unofficial art (teehee) - she needs a few small edits for her uniform to properly be approved, including a good look at her knight weapon- but ye.
Cadet Vyn HP: 50 Action: Shooting Andronicus again. Will absolutely be going with Lyndin. Damage: 2 (roll) + 3 (rank) = 5 Location: D4.
Vyn ended up near Aliez, near Caelyna, near Fangnyl, and their dead Commander.
“Get up,” he told them all. “We’re leaving.”
He did not turn to look at them. He did not let himself think. Later, it would sink in. Later, he would react. Later, he might cry, crawl close to Aliez and cling to him, mourn all that they lost here. A part of him would wish they never came to Earth.
But he would do it again, for the Commodore, for Velencya, if this was what it took.
Vyn did not question the Commodore. Of course the Commodore did not wish to destroy the starseed. Of course he would return it to the Cauldron. Caedus should not have driven the Commodore to such a desperate state. Caedus should have done the honorable thing for his people. What Velencian wouldn’t? What sort of Prince had Caedus been, what sort of King was he now, that he would let his people stay adrift?
Vyn did not look at the body of their King. He did not look at Gavaen, led astray by Earth and its people.
The same Knight (Andronicus) attacked the Commodore again. She screamed at him. She wished him death. And even though Vyn knew she stood no chance against the Commodore, he could not abide that.
Vyn stepped forward again, raised his blaster to take aim, and shot her.
He might not care for research and study as much as some of his comrades. He liked to do and be and experience, instead of drowning himself in information.
He was in the Vanguard because he would not hesitate. He would not break down here, stuck between opposing sides of a war that wasn’t theirs.
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Pew pew again
Guine
We leaving
Noir Songbird
Come with us
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Trust the Commodore
The Space Cauldron
Commodore Lyndin, always.
Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2021 7:12 pm
Name: Cadet Lixian - Small Dagger HP:30 Action: TRYING TO BE A GOOD BOY LAER, GOSH. Damage Location: C2 > B2 (Following Caer Sidi)
The Cadet huffed, turning away from Laer when the other didn't send a quip back his way. They didn't have time for this. Here he was arguing... It was a miracle they hadn't gotten hurt in the mean time. He turned, following after the smaller Squire but was stopped in his tracks at the scene that unfolded in the center of the battle field. His stomach dropped yet again, and Lixian thought he was gonna be sick. The Cadet's blood felt like ice in his veins as the color drained from his face. Chaos energy ran unchecked. What was going on? This wasn't was suppose to happen.... Was it? Had this been the plan all along?
He was pulled from his thoughts as Caer swore, and he jerked, stumbling in her direction as he pulled out his knife. "...C-caer Sidi. Do you want this?" He asked, stumbling over his words just as much as he did his own feet. Maybe it would serve her better then it did him.
Character name, rank, and a link to their journalGuardian Illyria HP: 20/50 Action: attacking generator once more - then moving Nami out of danger of a crystal prison - being affected by chaos Damage6 dmg to the generator in F6 Location: Still in F6
Ilyria's skin prickled. The tiny feline almost felt as if live insects were crawling all over her body. The waves of chaos that emanated from the center of the field washed over her. Agony roiled through her small body as she boldly faced off against this technology that just would not conform to Mauvian standards. It was too foreign to her, too too alien. Another hasty swipe at the machine was all that she could muster.
It was then that she heard another cat yelling at her to get Nami out from the crystal that was growing around the body of the fallen alien. Puffing her fur out Illyria hissed in a small show of defiance to this command. However her tail twitched back and forth in a warning but she moved to do what she had been instructed to do. Once more grabbing the unconscious dead weight of a fallen comrade, Illyria prised the still form out from where it had been in danger of being encased. Perhaps now was the best idea to practice the better part of valor and flee from the area.
Dragging a cat's limp body was not going to be an easy task and there was a good chance that she would be stopped but Illyria gamely started to shuffle her small frame in a way that made it just a little bit easier to balance the extra weight she was trying to pull away from the generator altogher She had done what she could to damage the thing but in the end, wasn't saving a fellow Mauvian more important?
Aliez wailed against his hand, trying to muffle the sound as he clung with his other to the Commander’s prone form.
And then Caelyna was there, and Aliez felt his heart breaking again. He didn’t have any siblings. His parents were too old, and had been trying for a child of their own for too long to bother with the struggles of having another. And especially not when they had such limited resources. But he’d grown to care for all of his fellow Cadets as if they were his own siblings. So when Caelyna leaned close to cup her sister’s face, all he could do was offer an arm over her back, his fingers gripping into her uniform as though that could somehow help both of them stay grounded.
Because they still had a mission. Velyria’s sacrifice would be in vain if they forgot that.
Caedus’ sacrifice would be in vain.
Caedus, whom he also felt as if he were a sibling -- not just the King. Not just some strange man who had appeared, dirty and scarred, a few years ago. But someone Aliez had confided in, had laughed with. They’d made promises to each other. That was what siblings did, wasn’t it? Take care of each other and want what was best?
And the Commodore had always cared for them. For hundreds of years before he was even born, the Commodore was trusted with what was best for Velencya, and every painful, miserable decision that had to be made on its behalf. For their survival. He was Velencya’s voice. And Aliez trusted him. And he would give him his support, no matter how useless it might be.
He looked up with tear filled eyes when Fangnyl was by his side as well.
“I’m so sorry,” he apologized in return, looking from Fangnyl to Caelyna holding her sister. “I’m don’t-- my Source Stone isn’t working. I-- I’m sorry,” he cried.
And as the crystal suddenly started to grow gently around Velyria, Aliez pulled his hand away from her and reached to take hold of Fangnyl’s hand instead. His other arm was still around Caelyna’s back to support her as much as he could.
A blast had pushed everyone back from the center, and he heard Vyn’s voice. Aliez looked up at him even as tears continued to fall and nodded.
“Caelyna,” he choked, tugging on her uniform as he forced himself to stand, even as he stared down at the now crystalized body of Velyria. “We have to go. Fangnyl,” he looked at him with pleading eyes. He didn’t know how he felt about all of this, but they needed to stay together. That was the only way they could survive. “Please. Come with us.”
He gently pulled away from both of them so he could scrub his face with his hands, and then reached down to pick up his blaster that he’d dropped.
The Knight (Andronicus) from before that he’d aimed at was still attacking the Commodore, telling him to die. Aliez grit his teeth, aimed, and shot at her.
Name: Page Necromanteion HP: 30 Action: Being stupid Tackling Chambers and then IMMEDATELY regretting leaving Malus Damage4 +3+1 =8 Location: B4
There was so much going on. Necro was beginning to lose where everyone was despite how close they all were. Monoceros shouted something and Necromanteion turned, finding Adria down and out for the count.
Damn it.
The Page tore himself from the Gen and ran at the General, tackling him. "Get away from him!" He hissed, drawing his fang as he scrambled back to his feet. That was, however until Necromanteion was all but knocked over by the sheer amount of Chaos Energy that now ran rapid. He stumbled backwards, with a whine. No no no no. Not this again. Everything hurt and it felt like there was a vice wrapped around his heart and his lungs. His vision blurred. When had he dropped his weapon? When. Necromanteion staggered backwards, back towards the Gen. He was not going back. He didn't want to go back.
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8D;;; whoops. Guess he learned a lesson huh?
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Necro says you will this round, without actually saying it lmao
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Hey mono, remember when you were alll "Oh no hes hot"? Yeah. No. He's just stupid/
The senshi before him (Skoll) crumpled under the weight of familiar, suffusing Chaos. Chaos that sung in his bones and made hail the flame, saltspray fresh on his skin. Bolstering. Envenoming. Craved for the feel of it. Yearned for Destiny City to be etched with such thick chaos over every square inch of it.
The flamebound thing turned and caught Lourdes's head in its terrible claws, bent its half-head, and crushed her face into the scalloped hole where his brain should have been. Held it there to cook however long. Smiled for it.
Trauma is your body becoming — Trauma as your body became —
It's all a simple grammar lesson, really.
He smiled and smiled and smiled. Smoke raveled out between his teeth.
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Rugose Pendant - A blackened, wrinkled rock set into a silver pendant with an indigo glow trapped inside. It can be found discarded in Negaspace or the Rift. To use the item, an agent or Negaverse senshi must energy drain the rock. Once drained, the rock will crack and disintegrate. The rock's violet light will then envelop the user, cloaking them in the appearance of a youma. A youma aura will overwhelm the user's natural aura, though it will not disguise their aura. Their youma appearance must adhere to youma guidelines for personal or player youma. The user does not gain any special abilities while under the effects of the item, and their current abilities are not typically hampered by the item. The Rugose Pendant's effects last until the character powers down or until 3 hours have passed, whichever is sooner. The Pendant may be used once a day.
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Eternal Caliban HP: 100/100 Action: Moving to F2 to attack the generator Damage 9 + 7 = 16 Location: F4 -> F2
The generator didn't need to take much more damage before it was destroyed. Surprisingly by a newly upgraded Charybdis. He would have to congradulate her later. For now though, the focus was still on the generators. He didn't hear or see what was going on near the central console and believed that they should still be attempting to take them out at the very least.
However as he ran towards the generator that was north of this one suddenly another wave of energy was sent out and he looked towards the center. Another laser was sent out. There was no opening to chaos. But what there was was something worse. Waves of chaos spread on the field. It was as though the generator had been storing it or the energy was corrupted.
Caliban could feel an anger rising up in him. He wasn't sure if it was because of how hopeless he was starting to feel about this battle or the chaos that was starting to seep into him. He had just saved his Moon dammit! He was not going to corrupt!
In his anger he noticed the other generator once again. It was thrumming with life. It was still alive. With the newfound energy that he felt, he ran towards it and smashed it as hard as he could with his hand! Probably a dumb move but he was filled with rage right now! He would deal with any broken fingers later!
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Attacking Generator in F2 any Agents come and attack him
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