Chibi Sailor Aomori HP: 25/50 Action: Following Chibi Eternal Charybdis‘s (!!!) order to assemble around her and attempting to drag Hokkaido along for the ride Damage: 3 + 3 = 6 Location: F4 → F5
Aomori for just a moment breathed a sigh of relief when Hokkaido finally drew herself near her. For a moment, Aomori felt comforted knowing that Hokkaido was still in one piece and was able to move despite being beaten up and understandably terribly terrified. What’s more, the generator in F4 kaplooded into smithereens thanks to the majestic and amazing appearance of Eternal Charybdis. ‘How cool!?!’ … was Aomori’s immediate impression.
Yet, there was no time to idle and gawk. The sudden appearance of chaos everywhere left her feeling tired and feeling even more agitated than usual. Even her usual optimism was waning. How annoying and confusing! Regardless, she understood that these questions and concerns are best left aside for later as even Aomori knew that she had to immediately gather around Charybdis’s range and work together.
“Grr I’m not giving up yet! C’mon Hokkaido, we gotta get to where Charybdis is and attack that big generator together with her! That needs to go right now!” Aomori breathed as she ran, dragging Hokkaido along.
Chibi Hokkaido HP: 25/50 Action: cowering together with Aomori, but otherwise following Charybdis Damage: — Location: F4 to F5
Hokkaido could only watch, frightened, as the battle continued to carry on around her, moving to huddle close to Aomori after both her sister and Charybdis beckoned her to get closer. While Aomori might have wanted to attack the generator, Hokkaido could only think of how much she wished this was a bad dream; everything was so scary, and she hurt so much. Etoile, Lepus’ cat ducked out for a moment, followed by Charybdis, and Hokkaido wondered what that was all about, but dared not move from her spot, because the older chibi had told her to stay close to her twin… and things were far much too scary to want to go anywhere that wasn’t home, especially not when there were so many bad people here, who undoubtedly would try to cause harm to a small chibi such as herself.
Just as quick as she stepped out did Charybdis return, though, this time with wings like Lepus had. Not only that, but the tall chibi had seemingly become strong, attacking the generator with enough force to blow it up. Hokkaido curled up close next to Aomori, in an attempt at avoiding being hit by the debris from the explosion. Some small pieces still hit her, though, and the green-haired girl bit her lip in an attempt to avoid making any noise that might draw attention to her or her sister. There was something very wrong about, well, everything, but now more than ever, a darkness trying its best to creep into her heart that was very painful, the purity of her starseed likely the only thing keeping it from truly taking hold… though that wasn’t exactly something she would know anything about.
Although she didn’t really want to move from her spot, Charybdis was dashing off to another generator, calling for them to follow after. Then Aomori had gotten up as well, taking Hokkaido with her. Being dragged about like this wasn’t the most ideal, and yet, Hokkaido didn’t want to let go of her twin’s hand, either. Everything was so scary, so dangerous… when would it finally stop?
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Eternal Ida HP: 70 Action: attacking the generator and hoping to rouse the rest in F6 Damage 7 +7(rank) +3(magic) = 17 damage Location: F6
”No!” Ida jerked to a stop as the blast shoved people away from the main control panel, drawing her attention to the events happening there. She watched with horror as the switched was flipped and the beam shot into the sky… And chaos began to flood the field.
She felt it like heat radiating from the center, like the noxious smell of gas and blood and rotting things. It beat against her senses and deep down something flared… energy surged inside of her, beating back the chaos as it sought to sink into her. The asteroid of her namesake had felt her distress… and it had answered. The feel of it swelling up inside of her bolstered her flagging confidence and Ida straightened, her dedication firming.
“We’re not done yet!” She called to the others. “As long as we’re still standing, they haven’t won!”
Dark memories swirled in her, memories that were both real and not. A medical tent, a clearing in the forrest. A man who dripped tar, and a woman she loved that she was forced to leave behind. The pain of a sword sliding between her ribs as the last of the light guttered and died… Was this how it had all started? The memories had gotten cloudy the farther back she went. Was this how the Negaverse had finally gotten enough of an edge to send Order down the path to destruction?
Ida was not going to stand by while it happened. She would fight it tooth and nail.
“Beautiful Petal Barrage!” She cried as she turned back, sending another spray of glowing petals at the generator.
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Beautiful Petal Barrage!
[What it does] A powered up version of the Petal Darts, the petals can cause slightly deeper cuts that take more than just one day to heal. Clothing can still block this but there is a chance of the fibers being sliced by the petal, which could need to be repaired. Range is again, five or six feet and she can use it twice per battle. Twice will exhaust her and she will have to retire from the fight until she's rested.
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Sailor Meissa of Bobcats HP: 50 Action: moving to square F6 to attack generator there. Damage 3 (dice) +3(rank) = 6dmg Location: F4 - F6
The small explosion of the generator that she had been attacking was enough to briefly disorient the senshi of bobcats. When she regained her focus she was immediately aware of the change occurring on the battlefield. Staring down at the black patches that had appeared on her fuku the girl was horrified. What was happening? Figuring that the best thing she could do was provide support to order Meissa ran as quickly as she could to the nearest generator before utilizing the same strategy of pounding against the thing with a rock.
She could feel the unpleasant heaviness in the air and she panted with the effort to keep attacking. Hands twisted and warped and she stared in disbelief as it appeared that clawed paws took the place of human hands. Was she turning into something non-human? If so how would the transformation be reversed?
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Any Velencian in d4 can percieve and understand what Fae-Fae is saying. Pitch in if you agree.
Fae-Fae HP: 28 Action: Attempting to rejuvenate Lyndin's tired soul and pave the way for a brighter future Damage: N/A Location: D2 -> D4
First, Fae-Fae dashed past Caelyna, stopping only briefly enough to touch her hand. She had heard Velyria's final wish, and she was going to obey it no matter what.
Then she whistled again at Gavaen. Her eyes were full of an apology she couldn't provide the words for right now, but the shame in her expression said plenty. She regretted choosing to abandon him. She hated herself for thinking about drawing her own weapon on him.
Finally, she stood in front of Lyndin, squarely in his field of vision, walking backwards in front of him as he moved forward. Maintaining eye contact with the Commodore was the most terrifying thing she had ever done in her life, but she couldn't afford to look away.
She couldn't feel her hand moving, but it was retrieving recordings from her ComTech again. It played the voice of one of the senshi she had met.
"Sailor Earth...?"
Fae-Fae had asked Sailor Athalia about the senshi of the planet they were on, out of diplomatic curiosity.
"I will admit that I am not entirely sure if they have been found yet."
Her look intensified when the recording ended, and she made a little noise of emphasis. She hadn't thought too much of it at the time, having been distracted by other projects, but now -- in the current conversation, with Lyndin's desperation to bring back Sailor Velenia -- it seemed painfully relevant. If Earth's senshi were around, wouldn't their presence have been made known to them by now? They hadn't even shown up to this battlefield! They were absent, during a time of attempted diplomacy between Earth, Order, and the Vanguard.
There were dozens, possibly even hundreds of senshi here, but all of them were from other worlds. The massive abundance of foreign senshi, and nature, and bizarre cultural phenomena had hidden one key detail Earth had in common with Velenia: they were both missing their senshi. They were both missing their senshi in a time of great crisis, and right now, Lyndin was intensifying that crisis.
He was putting himself in the same position as the warlords who enslaved Velenia in the past. No amount of words could ever justify that choice. Fae-Fae was desperate for him to see that.
She retrieved another file, glancing briefly at the horror Archideus's destruction had revealed as she did so. This time, Lyndin would hear his own voice speaking at him. It said:
"They haven't had time to adapt like we have."
Earth's technology was still in its early stages. If the worst came to pass here, and their planet fell to Chaos, they didn't have a big spaceship they could use to keep their people alive while they waited for a chance to return. There would be no second chances for them, like Velenia had been given. They would just die. While Fae-Fae had reasons of her own to hold some disdain for humans, none of them meant they deserved to have their home and their lives taken away.
Was that the judgment Lyndin had made, though? Was he really willing to sacrifice more of Velenia's values and, possibly, sacrifice Earth in the process? Was he really willing to repeat his own homeworld's history on another, but with an even worse outcome? Fae-Fae couldn't ask those questions right now. She could only hope they would form in his mind and convince him to think once more about what he was doing.
And there was something else, too.
She looked at Caedus. They had not spoken much, but sometimes, when she was studying writing, he would be in the same spot and they would enjoy a few moments of quiet company. She was fond of him. He had the presence she would want a king to have. And after the secret about his star seed had been revealed to everyone, a new feeling of connection to him had formed while she watched him struggle.
He was a senshi who could not awaken.
That was a disability. A disability he was being punished for.
So she pointed a desperately shaking hand at Lyndin's armored hand, and the starseed being cradled in it. And she played his voice again:
"--adapt like we have."
And with great, excruciating effort, she then moved her hand downward and inward, pointing at herself. Her forearm trembled with a force that threatened to shake it clean off her elbow as she played, again,
"--adapt like we have."
Velencya adapted to me, she was saying. We can adapt to Caedus.
Please don't let the new Velenia be founded on violence against our own kind.
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal:Transcendent Eternal Sailor Kerberos HP: 100 Action: Promising everyone hot drinks after this. Attacking generator in F2! Damage 7 + 7 + 3 = 17 DMG Location: E2 -> F2
Three.
Three souls that had sung for salvation, brought out of the dark.
Right in front of Laurelite and her General-Sovereigns.
It made Kerberos grin, pleased to see these little lights bloom in the shadows that seemed to desire to overwhelm them all. And Ganymede. She was everything a Royal should be, radiant and powerful. And in what could well have been their darkest hour, here she was, standing like a beacon of light.
Everything Kerberos hoped he might one day be.
He reached out to Vela, gently squeezed her shoulder. "That's the price Chaos extracts for our freedom. But I promise, it's well worth the trade. And now you get to be a whole new you, yeah?"
"Also," he said, turning his attention to Kurma, "are those donuts for everybody, or just the ones that can purify people? Because if they're for everybody, I'd love one. Later, though, maybe."
To Sheikh, he beckoned, with a bright grin.
"Hey, look at that! A whole treason party," he said, brightly. Despite the increasingly dire circumstances, he couldn't help but be heartened by that bright, shining resistance.
And then the machine in the center of all of this whirred to life. Connected with Archideus.
And Kerberos's eyes were finally, forcibly drawn to the tableau of pain in the center of the field. A dead alien, protected by crystal. And Lyndin, holding something--holding--
"Oh, Cosmos," he said, softly. Kerberos had not trucked with many deities, in his life, but Cosmos was the closest to one he knew, even if he also knew her as a woman who flinched when she was hugged because it had been too long since she received one. He felt the need, then, to call on the only deity he knew, because the state of the starseed that Lyndin was protecting so carefully absolutely broke his heart. It was so mangled--how much pain had Caedus been in, carrying that thing in his chest?
Others, Kerberos supposed, might have hated to see Caedus die. But all Kerberos could think of was his own starseed. And how, in a terrible nightmare future that, he hoped, had been averted by his choices and his homeworld's benevolence, it, too, had been shattered and warped.
As chaos bled across the field, threatening to take as many of them as it could, the bright glowing vines and flowers on Kerberos's skin shone brighter, a bulwark against the dark that sought to take him back. The marker of that connection.
The bond between a Senshi and their planet. A bond that Caedus, it seemed, shared.
But with his starseed so damaged....
In a moment, Kerberos understood. Understood why Lyndin had made this terrible choice. Because that starseed...it needed to go to the Cauldron. It needed the hope of renewal that Cosmos provided.
'How much is Velenia suffering? Velencya?' Kerberos wondered, but didn't say. 'Lyndin, how much are you suffering?'
But he couldn't let himself be paralyzed.
Ganymede's directions--to attack the generators--got a sharp nod.
"Stay safe, Princess," he said. "and, hey--" this offer, he made to everyone around them--"if we all get out of this alive? Hot drinks of everyone's choice are on me. Nothing alcoholic, but I make a mean latte."
As he said it, his little wisp friend emerged for the first time in all this mess, and darted over to Ganymede to bump up against her cheek. An offer of assurance. Then, it flew back to Kerberos and vanished.
And then he raced for the nearest generator, and called on the new power his planet had given him, glowing brightly against the blackness around them.
Where his bare feet landed, drawing a trail from where he had been standing to where he came to a stop by the nearest generator, asphodel flowers bloomed.
We are here, those little white flowers seemed to say, and we will survive, even in the direst of circumstances.
Kerberos held up a hand, and swept it in front of him.
"Thousand Asphodel Chorus!"
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Kerberos speaks the name of his attack, and sweeps an arm in front of him. Trailing after his palm, asphodel petals burst out and explode at a radius of 8 feet around Kerberos. The petals will only damage enemies; for allies, they are harmless and pretty. They behave like thin knives, creating a sensation of mild to moderate cuts, and can leave behind actual damage at player discretion. In addition, anyone struck by them will feel a sensation of grief and hopelessness that lasts for 30 seconds. Kerberos can use this attack twice per battle.
Transcendent Eternal Encke HP: 75/100 Action: cw for Barren Pines memories, attempting to comfort Caedus, attacking the main console. Damage: 7 + 7 + 3 = 17 Location: D4
In retrospect, Encke should have known better.
Lyndin acted with the cold calculation of someone who knew he couldn't be touched, couldn't be stopped. Encke had no chance at the starseed. He had no chance at all.
He got blown back, just as everyone else, and found himself sitting on the edge with a bruise to his heart and his sternum. Gasped for breath, for a moment, as he watched above him to see what Lyndin had wrought. What the Negaverse had wrought. What bargains had wrought.
The beam shot up into the sky.
It hit its mark.
The sick miasma of Chaos flooded the field. It washed over them. All of them. Him. The gas. The gas. The gas. The gas washed over them. He choked.
He couldn't breathe.
It was a constriction in his chest. It was a constriction around his heart. It was a constriction around his soul.
His nose was running.
He felt himself twitch involuntarily, and then twitch again, as he looked around like an animal stuck in a cage. Again. He was summoned into a box. Again. She told him to make a choice with the lever and he made the wrong one. The wrong one. The wrong one. The wrong one.
A box.
A BOX.
A BOX.
He felt it as a sudden, deeper pulse, a stop, an end, and he nearly screamed but he couldn't breathe and his voice was stolen and he bent and he grabbed at his hair and smashed his hand against an invisible wall and his comet heard him.
It broke.
The sensation suddenly stopped and he felt as light as a feather, his eyes rolling back as he steadied himself and felt himself come back into his body. He stumbled. He refocused.
He looked around.
The battlefield had descended into Chaos. To Chaos. The waves washed over the field as they were boxed in through experiments with new ways to force new monsters new devotees of Chaos. He saw uniforms blink. He saw people yelling. He saw people falling. Falling. Falling. Dying--
He saw Caedus, leaned up against the console, shallowly breathing. He saw their first victim.
He saw Lyndin, turning away at a distance, walking away and gathering his own to him.
But not Caedus.
Encke forced himself over.
He bent down.
"Caedus," he whispered, laying a kiss on his forehead, "I'm so sorry. I'll stop it." The machine. "I'll see you in the next life, I promise. And someday, you'll show me Velenia."
Hopefully more sooner than later.
Hopefully the plea he heard in the distance worked.
"Your fellows are trying. I hope they succeed."
It was out of his hands.
And this time, this choking box was not.
He got up.
He saw Pendour.
Fighting.
He screamed and joined her.
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"Full Ionization!" - The closer a plasma gets to becoming fully ionized, the hotter the plasma becomes. This is essentially the same attack as his first one, except the burning has become more prominent. This ionized 'air' is hot, and along with the shocks, this attack now has the potential to cause damaging burns.
Actually he knew why. She was his sister. Of course fate would decide the most poor timing to give her power- not before, but after her life got threatened. And of course the Mental General would target her and want her dead because oh, so scary, widdol girl got wings.
God.
If he wasn't half in a sheer paranoid panic over the prospect of losing half of the only people he loved in his life in a single battle he might have ound the situation ironic. Just so, he had more pressing matters, namely- "A year." He groused. "You're grounded for a YEAR when we get home. I don't care what Castor or Scylla say- I am making the decision and you're grounded. Ti chiuderò in casa. Sbatti un localizzatore su di te. Principessa lo giuro alle stelle-*
Seeing her take a hit, he continued his ranting in Italian, grabbing his sister under one arm-
And carrying her with him under his arm as he made his way towards the nearby generator. "Tu vuoi aiutare e così faremo. Non posso crederci. Abbastanza presto avrò anche i capelli bianchi e non sarà da un lungo soggiorno a casa!**"
Looking at the others in the feild he called to them.
"What are you waiting for- Spostare!*** Leave the dogs to their barking and move!"
As he ran towards the generation, the crack of ice underfoot as he let his magic roll off him- The grieves of ice coated his legs as he jumped, Charbydis still under his arm as it connected to the generator, shattering in a flurry of ice shards.
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* I am going to lock you in the house. Slap a tracker on you. Princess I swear to the stars- **You want to help and so we will. I can't believe this. Soon enough I am going to have white hair as well and it won't be from an extended stay at home. *** Move
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Super Sailor Cybele HP: 12 Action: Fighting the darkness, throwing her gross corrupting tiara at generator F2 Damage D10 + 5 (second stage) + 2 (basic magic) = 15 Location: using her two squares of movement to go from E2 to F2 for an attack and then back to E2
Cybele's starseed burned. It burned and it burned and it burned.
Before, when she'd woken up as an agent of Chaos, that burning had been mostly faded. Now, it kept going and going. As everything else fell apart, she held onto that pain. It meant that her soul had not fallen to darkness again, not yet.
She was on a knife's edge between Order and Chaos, even more so than she'd been for the past year or so, but she was still here.
A Page came from out of the crowd to speak to her, to tell her to keep fighting. From the sound of it, he was new to the war, oblivious to some of the dangers of what was happening right now, oblivious to the fact that she'd fought all this before and lost.
He was also right in that she couldn't give up now.
Ganymede spoke to her, as well, as she purified another, even in the midst of all this Chaos. Ganymede was there for her, still, telling her to fight it. She'd helped her through once before even as she was helping these others, now, and her presence made Cybele want to keep trying.
She was also saying to attack the generators.
Cybele wouldn't go far, but she'd do what she could. She always did her best when there was a source of something to attack, anyway.
She stepped forwards, just a bit, and called on her magic again. Then, she pulled her twisting, thorny tiara from her hair and threw it with all her strength towards the spot in the generator where the blue General had abandoned his post.
Quickly, she stepped back again, into the warmth of Ganymede's aura.
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Lysithea Eternal Senshi of Unicorns HP: 85 - 20 - 5 = 60 Action: Healing Adria for 15 HP, feeling ill and keeping hold of Ilse's hand. Damage N/A Location: B4
Everything was making Lysithea more and more stressed out. Adria was hurt, Michel was pissed...Ilse was screaming at her and after a moment, she began to feel…
Odd. Uncomfortable.
A little sick, a little dizzy. Something was very wrong, and she shuddered, reaching and taking Ilse’s hand. “I didn’t lie. I don’t know why she didn’t come. Ilse, I’m sorry!”
Squeezing the hand, Lysithea looked pale, dizzy. Bits of her uniform kept darkening and then lightening again. What...the hell was going on? Swallowing, she tugged the corrupt with her, kneeling beside Adria and using her healing on the male, reaching to stroke his hair back. “You’ll be okay. You’ll be just fine…”
He had to. She couldn’t lose him. Couldn’t lose him again.
But...she was losing everything, wasn’t she?
Squeezing Ilse’s hand firmly, the senshi shuddered again, half collapsing against her. “...What...are you all doing? What is going on?”
Lysithea swallowed hard. “...Something feels so wrong.”
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General Rakovanite HP: 200/200 Action: Talking to Alcor // OOC permission from Shanyume to slightly pilot Alcor for this. DamageN/A Location: D6
They’d had no idea what to expect coming into this, besides that something needed protection, and because of that, they needed to be prepared for combat. There were intergalactic species (who were, bizarrely, not to be harmed, if possible) and White Moon involved. Nothing more specific than that, nothing of the intended outcome, nothing that suggested there would be need to contend with an Order Prince and Princess, or what problems they would bring. Rakovanite heard of purifications with alarming frequency, though only one had ever stung him.
These, too, meant nothing, besides to just reaffirm that he did not- could not understand the reason so many valued whatever it was that the White Moon offered. Redemption? From the bad choices they blamed chaos for? Instead of accepting their own faults? Friendship? Because it was easiest to perceive those under Metallia’s influence as being inhuman and not requiring the same social validation as anyone else. A farce at purity? His nose crinkled. His lip twitched.
Rakovanite canted his head, staring at the light flash, through a dark, fixed gaze. Such brazen use of power, despite being entirely surrounded by unrelenting chaos auras.
It was Sylvite’s scream that made him swivel back to her because he thought for sure she’d been injured, that any of the dozens of Order signatures had slunk between them and harmed her while they had been focused elsewhere. He had never heard any such sound from her before.
How easily he could forget Sylvite’s viciousness. No matter how often he thought of her as being an experienced, powerful general who had led her own team and her own missions, captured targets and successfully coordinated an enemy’s downfall, Rakovanite had still only rarely seen her fight. And she was not merciful. It was upsetting to see her so wounded, but he could not blame her anguish.
For so many to turn traitor here in this moment, on the cusp of victory was… disappointing. And had him considering the intelligence of the people they brought in.
And then… The Girl. One of the lieutenants a handful of steps away had lashed out at a staggering girl, and sent her careening into Rakovanite’s side. It was not his impulse to support her, and the girl sagged against him while he stared at her like some unwanted, foreign object. Pale, frosty blue hair, slate-colored eyes and very slightly tanned skin. Traits that may have looked familiar in that combination, but he couldn’t fathom where or why.
Disdain flooded into him like something physical. His body tensed at the contact, the corners of his lips tugging into a tight frown as some pitiful, pathetic enemy senshi leaned on him, seconds after using her magic to assault one of his allies.
Chaos flared from the central generator, sparking an onslaught of commotion from the battlefield that made him glance from the frost-furred senshi to others around him. White bodices dimmed to grey. Claws and scales sprouted from White Moon nearby, enough so for them to be able to attack with. The Chaos was heavy on the field, suffocating, dragging down on the opposition. The Girl was an enemy.
But not necessarily indefinitely.
Dark eyes landed on her again. For all that had transpired, it was still only a heartbeat from when she’d been pushed into him. Rakovanite’s arm swept up, beneath her hair to steady her back as he dipped down to one knee on the grass, a bit too brisk to be gentle, but allowing her to settle more slowly to the ground. “There is nothing more for you to do,” he told her quietly, voice low and steady.
The grass frosted where she lay, a chill creeping in as Chaos began to warp her. He lifted the edge of the girl’s overlong sleeve, allowing her to see the beginnings of the grey that crept over the white there. “It will be over soon.”
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General Chambersite HP: 58/100 (if he was attacked more it looks like gaia didn't work and didn't notify me, please dm/pm me!) Action: Basically getting zurg rushed in B4, attacking Mont Saint Michel because might as well go for the bigger ones Damage 9 + 7 + 5 + 5 = 26 Location: B4
First it was the quills, then the Knight that had been in the area had decided that he would kill Chambersite and got hit with the Knight's weapon, and before he could even hit the ground, he was tackled by a Page. The tackle probably saved him from getting more damage by the Knight by falling, but that didn't keep Chambersite from hitting the ground hard. He could feel a sharp pain in his back and immediately made sure that he could still feel his legs.
Those appeared to be working still. He chuckled at all of them. "Even if you stop this from happening, it's not as though we've lost anything." He frowned. "Except for those traitors." He could feel the surge of purification from here and had heard bits and pieces of it through the communicators, along with the occasional shout. He couldn't be 100% sure of course, but he meant the aliens as well.
Maybe if their commander had been more open with what they had been doing, they wouldn't have gotten so attached! Though they were getting beaten a bit. It was hard to tell who was winning at this point. But the Super who had been nearby was also looking pretty beaten at this point.
His weapon had been knocked from his hand when he was tackles and he re-summoned it, immediately swiping at the Knight's legs.
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Squire Sumner HP: 75/75 Action: Moving from F4 to D6 and attacking the generator Damage 7 + 5 + 2 = 14 Location: D6
The generator exploded quickly enough, luckily without harming them. He immediately looked for another generator and found one to the Southwest that needed to go down as well. However as he moved towards it the middle generator made it's move and started to open up... well he wasn't sure if it was opening it up, but somehow it was showering the field with chaotic energy. He could feel it gripping his starseed, pulling him into the other direction.
But he couldn't let it get to him. He needed to concentrate on taking down the generator. He threw himself against it, pounding it with his fists. Even IF this managed to convert him, he wouldn't go willingly!
Character name, rank, and a link to their journalCorrupt Eternal Spacewatch of Comets HP: 100 Action: Attacking the generator in front of the Queen because she hates everything and everyone. Damage1d10(5)+7+4+5bonus=21 Location: F2
She had managed to avoid taking action up until that point. In fact, she was rather happy she didn't have to do s**t at all, content to watching everyone kill each other and themselves. Sure, she wanted 'Order' to win, but, she couldn't say that now could she? She couldn't do anything to help. Not that it mattered. They'd die in the end. They'd lose. Everyone would. Everyone would die because they deserved to die.
Selfish, disgusting, stupid people like everyone here who thought themselves as their own little heroes.
Pathetic. Sneering at the antics of those around her, she cast a lazy glance towards the 'Queen' knowing very well she was being watched, just as everyone else was and her lack of action would already land her in hot water. Same s**t different day really. She could care less. It didn't matter.
It never mattered.
They'd just torture her again maybe.
Same s**t different day.
As the chaos rolled over her in waves she shuddered, still finding it's caress unsettling, too kind, too sickly sweet. Too alluring in what it called to her.
God how she hated it.
God how she hated how they were using a comet of all things for this whole debacle. She was comets. Shouldn't they have asked her? Of course not. It wasn't *her* comet. Which She supposed was fine..halfway. Still. It was offensive. Rude. Selfish.
As more calls to action were placed she glared at her leaders, hate open in her eyes.
"Fine." She hissed. "Fine."
Stepping forward she cracked her spine before she summoned her magic, a dark light coating her form before she charged- Ramming into the generator.
"Oops." She laughed. "I missed!" Spacewatch never missed.
The Space Cauldron
She is 100% doing this in front of Laurels on purpose.
