Sounds were muffled to her ears, they seemed distant. Was that Prince Castor behind her speaking to the owner of an unfamiliar voice? The ground felt solid under her cheek. When had she collapsed again? Why wasn't her body obeying her commands to stand back up? And yet she could see, see what was before her, in front of her, though the images were blurred of youma roaming at a distance. She blinked once and then again. She tried to make out what she was hearing, what she was seeing, tried to comprehend and process the sounds and sights that no matter how hard she was trying now remained a stubborn, jumbled mess she could not piece together to make sense to her anymore, at least not yet according to she herself persistently clinging to hope. She wanted to know what was going on but she didn't know and was having difficulty, so much difficulty changing this frustrating state she was currently in. Strength, that's what she needed, that's what she needed to regain and expand upon. That thought was the last that crossed her mind before she took leave of this place without knowing she was being taken elsewhere.
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Altair in kind placed her free hand over Goretti's and gently tightened her hold slightly on his hand placed on her arm for a second in gratitude before returning that hand to her side. "Thank you, Goretti," she had her weakly yet sincerely given words accompany the gesture before her gaze darted back to the surroundings again.
And in shock, she drew in a sharp breath as the hand still clutching a stone came up against her sternum while her free hand traveled up again to swiftly muffle her inhale subconsciously. In the next instant, she had taken a step toward where Aptera had collapsed. However, it felt like a second hadn't even finished when a strong Chaotic presence had appeared and took hold of Prince Castor. She gaped, at a loss for what to do in a seemingly near nonexistent span of time to act, while it seemed as well that her voice also had somehow gotten separated from her again.
And before she knew it, Prince Castor had vanished, been taken away. The glow on the senshi clutching the bundle of starseeds their group had been protecting drew her vision again as it intensified. Then both said senshi and said bundle of starseeds were gone.
Everything really was happening so quickly for her.
And then she glowed more intensely herself, her eyes taking a second to close in hopes of not being blinded yet worrying now where the senshi and starseeds had gone.
And then she, too, had gone from this place, also taken elsewhere.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 3:39 am
Scholomance, Squire of Saturn // Exit
When Palatine directed his attention toward the great dragon that swooped overhead, Scholomance grimaced. He knew not whether his magic could even affect something so large, or reach quite as far - but if he could isolate it, somehow, then he might buy the precious seconds needed to locate a way out. His magic may be the lynchpin that saves him from certain doom.
As it swooped, charring the battlefield near him, Scholomance felt the unbearable heat of flames open blisters on his skin. His back cooked with the heat and threatened to melt to his back, mingling amidst the acid burns.
The General-Queen received secondary consideration, as she looked unhindered by their earlier onslaight. Briefly he considered her again as a target, but the youma that soared over them demanded so much more of his attention. Finally he steeled his nerves and brought his cane to the ground once more in summoning of his magic. Seconds passed under frantic concentration and building pressure as he tried desperately to coat the dragon in his spell. Nothing came of it - not even a wink of time in the otherworld, not even a claw dissipated beneath his magic. The dragon continued its carnage unhindered, even while he drained his reserves. Briefly he witnessed familiar gold ropes find the dragon before the whole of it eventually collapsed, besieged by a rain of hail, and collapsed upon the General-Queen herself. Scholomance was left staggering beneath his own weight and agony.
Soon a glow encompassed him and all others of his kind on the battlefield. He thought to ask, but no energy came forth for speech. Instead he looked about himself wearily and sighted the endless sea of eyes staring back at him. A cluster of youma encroached, fangs bared and claws extended, and he knew with certainty that his time here ended in failure. The youma closed inward on him, and his prediction rang true. Death was moments from him, and he knew no more about the Knighthood or the Negaverse in its infinite deathscape as he knew before.
Then, he vanished.
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Ochre, Corrupted Super Senshi
Once his body recovered from the inner searing he endured, Ochre straightened for another attack on the Dragonfly Senshi. Reinforcements cowed him temporarily, however, as the glorious might of one of their own greater youma bore down on the battlefield in flaming retribution. Ochre withdrew abruptly then, separated from his mark by a great lake of fire that opened up between them. Henceforth he lost himself amidst the commotion of battle and cast about for signs of anyone he recognized - Prehnite, his general, her latest lieutenant - but found little more than fire and endless youma. Occasionally he spotted a Negaverse agent that charged forth, or stumbled across remains of someone who could've been from either side, but mostly he found fire.
When he finally puzzled his way from burning wreckage, he no longer spotted his mark. In fact, he felt no presence of the White Moon at all.
But one aura stood blatantly apparent to him - the General Queen's, Laurelite's, which flickered beneath the great dragon. Then, a resoundingly commanding voice issued a single decree for which he found no will to refuse.
Wordlessly Ochre set toward his fallen superior, and the dragon that lay atop her. "s**t," he cursed to himself. "Can anyone help me get this off of her?" Whether help came or not, he had to try. Bracing himself, Ochre dug fingers beneath the creature as best he could and tried to heave (without throwing his back out, hopefully).
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 4:32 am
Andronicus, Squire of Uranus
Without protest from the unconscious woman, Andronicus vanished in a flare of white light.
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She was mid-kick when the light grew intense and she vanished with a mangled cry of protest. She was doing just fine damnit! She could have---
Nope, apparently she couldn't.
Chibi Iduna, Senshi of Apples
Someone came to save her... oh good. Some where in the middle of being enveloped by the light, Iduna passed out. Finally... finally she'd be safe.
[ Exit for Andronicus, Skoll and Iduna ]
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Disposable Capt Sugarite
Somewhere in the mourning for her General Queen, everyone started to glow. Well not everyone. Most of them. It was kind of blinding and she really hoped that it would stop.
Then a youma sent their claws through her chest in their haste to get at the glowing beacons of light. She sputtered as Metallia's call rang out, Order vanished from the Rift, and crumpled to the ground in a heap.
So ended Captain Sugarite.
[ Dead yo ]
Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 6:11 am
Subamara, Senshi of Coffee
Standing was the easy bit. Her legs still miraculously held her weight. For the rest? Subamara could tell it wasn’t good, because Athene was giving her a Look. And the portal girl was checking up on her too. It was nice to have friends.
“I'm okay!” she waved off their concern with an unsteady hand, a brittle smile. “Is everyone?” Though obviously 'everyone' wasn't, she could see the bodies.
“You’re bleeding,” she added. She reached out to Ananke, wondering what else they could use for bandages. Her little white gloves had turned startling red. That wasn’t very hygienic. Her hands fell back to her sides, not making contact.
She surveyed their little party, trying to focus. Grus was on her feet again, that was good. They could still walk out of here. Except the chaos auras hadn't faded with the dragon's crash landing. Instead of the two huge targets, there was a flood of smaller ones, a whole damn ocean. And the flames still blocked them in, smoke scorching her lungs, her eyes. In every direction. Forever.
But we don't die in the fire. The mirror court evacuated the infirmary.
Memory and nightmare clashed and merged, other defeats, real and imagined. It was the smoke that she couldn’t bear. Tears welled. She wanted to smile, to be hopeful, but the wreckage of this mission was all around them. She was so tired.
The glow was a new addition to the nightmare, and the soft lulling sensation. The Senshi of Coffee rejected it wholeheartedly.
“No!” she protested, her voice an indistinct sob. “We need to stay awake!”
She couldn’t sleep now, she could have a concussion! You weren’t supposed to walk into the light! But the light was all around her, and it carried her away, and there was nothing she could do. There’d never been anything she could do.
While she was trying not to panic about the situation they were in, things looked like they were getting worse for them. Senshi were hurt and that creature had made sure that they couldn't leave the way they came in. She then noticed something strange. Everyone she was with started to glow.
She looked down at her hands and noticed that she was glowing as well. She didn’t understand what was going on but it didn’t feel like it was bad or anything. But is felt like she was getting disassociated from the world around her. Like all of a sudden everyone seemed so far away. She thought she heard Subamara talking to her. But even though she was right next to her she seemed so far away.
She thought she saw panic on Subamara’s face before her vision left her. It wasn’t like passing out she thought. But at the same time she couldn’t explain what had just happened as she was whisked away from the battle field. Ananke Exit
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 6:44 am
Tomlin, Guardian Cat
Tomlin wobbled on his youma perch and dug his claws in hard to stay upright. The Mauvian’s energy beam had taken far more out of him than he was prepared to let on in front of the chibi senshi. It would be easier to fall from the youma than to try and jump down himself. He sheathed his claws and let it throw him into another drift of dust. This time he didn’t manage to keep his feet.
For a moment, it looked like they’d done it! The dragon youma was low in the sky, dropping towards the golem blockade. And then it veered, and Tomlin’s heart sank. The barrier remained, and they were no closer to the portal. Even the disappearance of the two great dark auras gave him no comfort. The mass of new enemies from beyond the barriers was already sweeping down on them, and their team was close to the golems, close to the new threat. He didn’t have anything left to protect them.
His first thought was to gather them, and for that he looked around, only to find that all of Order was gently glowing – himself included. He could see now where Chibi Ambrosia was hiding, and where the others had fallen.
“Whose magic is this?” he wondered, voice soft.
It was strong. It seemed to be affecting the whole battlefield, an enormous range. But he thought the Prince was responsible for their lovely unseasonal weather of hailstones in hell, not this magic. And the Princess’s aura wasn’t showing. (But if it really was Ganymede, and Valhalla was with her, he was sure they’d both be all right. It was the fierce kind of certainty that wasn’t prepared to entertain other possibilities.)
He limped up to Chibi Oort’s sandaled foot and brushed his head against it, trying to analyse the clearly magical light around him.
He couldn’t make anything of it. It was like a perfect afternoon sunbeam, wrapped in gentle petting fingers, stroking down his spine. Normally, Tomlin hated to be picked up, but when the light began to lift him, he had no complaints.
The smoke was slightly better. Cybele thought she had seen the flames of the dragon flicker out. The dizziness was worse. Her head throbbed and spun. It was hard to tell where she even was in relationship to everyone else. When the glowing began, she narrowed her eyes, not sure if it was really happening or if she was just that far gone.
She could see the outline of others in the distance, though, and what she thought was the outline of the dead dragon. That was... was that where she had been, before? She couldn't feel the General-Queen's aura anymore, either... which should have been a relief, and was, but also meant she didn't have any point of reference for the epicenter of this.
She started heading towards that point. At least, she started trying. Walking had meant forcing her feet to move since she'd left the castle, before this whole ordeal of sprinting around and slowly bleeding out and falling and being burned by magic and by dragon fire . (She hadn't gotten the worst of that, but she'd been singed in the final flyover.) Running wasn't just nearly impossible now. She couldn't do it. The last of her strength gave out. She fell, but just before she hit the ground, she vanished.
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Lt. Sylvite
Even after the burning magic wore off, she didn't move. She stayed there, curled up in a little ball on the ground. It probably wasn't the good soldier thing to do, or the thing that would cause the stupid senshi she'd been fighting to get ripped apart, but... fighting was really hard. It hurt, and she was really bad at it. Maybe when she got training, she'd try again.
When the sounds of fighting finally stopped, she heard a... voice? Yeah, a voice, but one with a presence, one that seemed really strong and awesome. It said to rest up and get ready, that there were plans. Sylvite sat up and grinned. Now that sounded interesting.
Not interesting enough for her to stick around, though. She had some thinking to do, some plans of her own to make. Mostly, she wanted to get away from all the gross bodies. She found somebody to take her home, and she left.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 7:39 am
Encke suddenly found himself with an opening to get himself out of the way when it seemed most of the Negaverse was paralyzed with some kind of burning he had no idea where it could have originated from. Seemed like a good idea to leave. He backed up.
It was unfortunate he found himself confronted with the fact that he really couldn't leave, considering there was a giant monster and also several more monsters around. Of all types. His brain jumped from monster to monster, attempting to analyse where they had come from and how, perhaps, to best get rid of them so they could finally go back home--
This distraction led to Encke doing little to nothing of any use, especially once the hail started raining down and he could do little else besides shy away. He felt utterly powerless. Why had he ever come here?
Encke gave a wary glance back to where the light bulb headed one stood, wondering if she was going to get back up and attack him further. Had he gotten away from her successfully?
Then the giant youma went down, and the powerful chaos aura seemed to lessen when he couldn't see the scythe-wielder anymore. Had they won? Doubtful. There were always more youma here. How were they ever going to get out? It was fiery. It was glowing. Why did he feel a bit sleepy? Very sleepy? It was...?
He didn't have time to question himself or his surroundings any further before he was phased out like the others.
Wolfeite found this almost unbearably angering, though he tamped down on his irritation as he stepped over the lifeless body of some unfamiliar agent. He didn't even glance at them, his dark eyes sweeping across the emptied space as he searched for Labyrinthite and the others.
He found them not far, Wolfeite flexing his fingers as he came towards the general.
"What now?" he asked, voice low and rough. "What happened?"
He'd been fighting the knight, and it had been simultaneously aggravating and annoying all at once. The scales were heavy and they hurt quite a bit as they crashed into Aurostibite, sending him reeling, and a snarl escaped, low and rough as Aurostibite swung one of his blades.
He only got air. There was nothing left of the knight, nothing left of any of the White Moon, and he had not seen what had happened to Laurelite, only that the youma had cashed and that her aura was either gone or faint or something.
Either way, while all was not exactly quiet, it was done. There was nothing left to be done here, not when Aurostibite was left dissatisfied and irritated.
He left in a rustle of wings, Behellagh at his side.
[ exit ]
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Sailor Dia, Corrupt Senshi of Candy Location: Leaving Aluminite & Tourmaline (or dragging them with her?) Action: RECOVERY UNIT, GO.
She'd heard the command, ominous and powerful as it was. They needed to tend to the wounded, clean up the dead - clean up the mess that the retched White Moon had left in their wake. The only senshi that remained were the Chaos infused ones, like herself. White Moon had fled, all of them disappearing in a heartbeat. It was probably their plan from the very beginning - create carnage and havoc and then poof, off to wherever the heck it was that they gathered.
As Wolfeite approached, his gaze intent not on the lowly, menial Lieutenants but on Labyrinthite, who stood at a distance - Dia merely shrugged, her expression giving away the helplessness she was feeling. That is, until she heard the holler.
"Can anyone help me get this off of her?"
Turning towards the volume's source, eyes fell upon a familiar looking redhead. There was Ochre, struggling to push off the dead youma that still lay across their leader - their last General-Queen - as her aura continued to faintly flicker.
"C'mon." She tugged at both Tourmaline and Aluminite, even daring to nudge the intimidating looking Wolfeite as she passed him by. "We have to at least try."
Dia was by no means a strong woman. But with others' help, at least what strength she did have would be useful, right?
Approaching the youma, she had no idea of where to start. So instead, she moved to stand alongside the redheaded senshi and, after wrinkling her nose at the sheer smell of the deceased dragon, forced her shoulder into the side of the body. Using what strength she could, both shoulder and hands shoved with all of their might.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 10:47 am
Half Youma General Cinnabar
Cinnabar laughed at the girl's snarling return as the hail began to fade away, the blood she'd drawn exciting her till her pupil's shrunk to cat-like slits and her grin stretched wide and fanged in her face.
"Welcome to Hell, my pretty girl!" She said through her laughter, straightening up now that she wasn't being pounded from above. The attacked seemed to have done little to the glowing knight, but she didn't mind so much... she rather looked forward to inflicting the damage herself.
Everywhere, youma surged to battle and somewhere behind her, she felt the loss of the greater youma's signature as it fell to Earth. It was a heavy loss, but there were still many officers and youma to wage this war. She crouched to leap at the knight and felt the flicker of Laurelite's power signature, the sudden thread of worry a distraction as the sheild crashed into her and threw her off balance. The general snarled as she was knocked back and her boots skidded on the stone, light blossoming everywhere.
What on Earth...? But she didn't have long to wonder about it, or do much. The glow spread and suddenly surged upwards, taking with it her opponent and every other offensive energy signature that had invaded their sanctuary. Cin roared as she lunged, but her claws passed through empty air. Soon any hint of the intruders was gone, leaving her standing bereft amid the remnants of the carnage. It was unsatisfying and frustrating... but there wasn't anything she could do about it just yet. And there were people around her, some crying out for help, others simply crying with pain. Her comrades would have to come first, but once that was done...
And then suddenly, a voice like thunder went off in her head, so purely chaos that she burned to feel it. Cinnabar's head jerked up and she froze as she listened with rapt attention.
The voice was Metallia... her queen had spoken to HER... Given orders direclty to her... She almost fell to a knee, humbled and elated by the honor. Yes. It was time to clean up and tend to their wounded.
"As you wish, my Queen." She murmured, though she wondered if the great power could even hear her. She didn't need to... it was enough that she had been spoken to.
The first order of buisness was saving their remaining General-Sovereign. Losing her, after already losing Apatite, would be too great a blow... and she was not the only one approaching the downed dragon. There was a red-headed corrupt attempting to lift the beast and Cinnabar went to join him, the last of her youma singing in her veings. This would have to be quick... there was not much time left. Another pink corrupt joined the growing group and Cinnabar took up a space beside her, growling low under her breath.
"Every officer able to lift, come and help us with this! Laurelite is under here... Serve your General-Queen!" She shouted over her shoulder, her voice raised to carry. Bending low, she dug her claws into the beast's tough hide and put all her considerable strength into lifting it.
"You!" She growled at the pink corrupt, the lines of strain twisting her face. "Look under... do you see her? If we get this lifted far enough, can you pull her out?"
He'd seen been able to spot his group again, briefly, before a wash of hell fire and ice had obscured everything; forcing him to separate himself further. Leaving him to dodge falling scales and pelting hail, a swath of youma appearing to swarm from every crevice to try and eradicate the invaders. Prehnite was shocked to watch the enemy begin to flicker and glow, before seeming to vanish out of existence. As easily and mysteriously as they had come in, they'd left...
No sooner had they begun to vanish, then the great dying beast had gone down, right on top of their General Queen..the one he liked..."Oh s**t.." Metalias voice invading his head-space had been unwelcome, but the dark hiss of it promised retribution, and even he could agree with that.
Ducking through the shattered debris and forcing himself to ignore the stench and sight around him Prehnite slid in to aid the others, heeding both Ochres call and the scary looking Generals command. He was happy enough to finally find a familiar face among the chaos. <******** this thing.." Digging his trowel into the beast in hopes to give himself a little more leverage in the lifting. They had to get it off, they couldn't afford lose anyone else.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 12:25 pm
Sailor Dia, Corrupt Senshi of Candy Action: Attempting to move mountains dragons
She could feel her muscles screaming at her as she tried to push and shove the copious amounts of dragon, which, naturally, continued refusing to budge. It was as others approached and began to assist in the pushing that the dragon's body began to shift, ever so slightly.
The Half-Youma General barked in her direction, Dia's eyes widening in response. Her? Pull a body?
"I-I will do my best, ma'am."
The stammer was embarrassing, but she was taken by surprise (aka pretty much terrified) at the sight of seeing her first human-youma hybrid that she was finding it difficult to form words.
Words didn't matter, though, not right now. She did her best to remind herself of that as she dropped to the ground, striped stockings ripping and tearing against the rough surface as gloved hands dug beneath the dragon's side. With the new additions, including Lieutenant Prehnite, the group was lifting the dragon, slowly, and with every inch that they raised it higher, Dia dug herself further beneath. It was impossible to see anything, hands forcing themselves deeper into the darkness, waving back and forth in attempts to make contact with something - anything - that wasn't part of the dead dragon's body.
She silently prayed that the others would not lose their grip and drop the beast, sealing her fate alongside her General Queen's.
The senshi's (Sabine) response to his offered hand had been to hunch in further around her pail and whilst she had turned to look in his direction, there was a kind of almost shockiness to her - a sort of distance to her gaze, that made it hard to tell whether she was really seeing him.
Falias continued to hold his hand out, although the gesture felt more and more awkward, even as the dragon youma finally fell and the General Queen's aura flickered, however it became increasingly obvious that short of trying to bodily move her that the senshi was not going anywhere.
And then he had other things to worry about as the youma came, more and more of them spilling out from wherever they'd been hiding - a whole wave of them in fact in between them and the portal.
He'd never seen so much youma before, as yet more of them continued to appear as if trying to fill the temporary vacuum left by the fall of the dragon.
They weren't going to make the portal - the knowledge was a cold certainty as his green eyes watched as the youma got ever closer to him.
Falias shifted, his movements slow and deliberate as he placed himself squarely in front of the senshi, knowing even as he did so that the gesture was a futile one but wanting to buy her at least a bit of time before the inevitable.
It took him a while to notice the glowing and then took even longer for him to realise that it was only appeared to be coming from fellow Order members and with it came a sluggishness that Falias did his best to fight because there were youma that he needed to watch for and this was no place to fall asleep.
And the light seemed to be getting brighter and brighter until all he could see was light.
He tried to turn, tried to see the senshi with the pail, as he took one sluggish half step...
