General Jet HP: 200 Action: Leaving his post in F2 to follow Ganymede into E2 Damage: N/A Location: E2
Jet stalked forward, hand tight around his double bladed staff. How anyone might think he could stand there and watch Ganymede so blatantly disrespect the Queen, practically mocking her with each successive purification, he had no idea. The Princess was already sending her little group over to the generator at his back. No doubt they were all traitors; Ganymede seemed to like collecting them.
Let them go. Aquamarine would handle them. And when Jet finished with the Princess, he would clean up whatever mess remained. He would be happy to fight Ganymede on his own, bloody her gown, dress her in red.
And if he had to fight her, her foolish Knight husband, and a freshly defected General, so be it. He might be outmatched against those numbers, but he was too furious to care. The extra power from the generator would sustain him. Maybe it would be enough to humble the three of them.
He heard Aquamarine, of course. Jet was tempted to ignore him, but he knew he was doing what he promised not to — walking straight into danger without at least discussing it with him first.
I’ll be right back, he promised. There was still irritation in his thoughts — not at Aquamarine, but at the whole of the situation. This makes three right in front of the Queen, Aqua. I can’t just ignore it. If I’m punished later, it’ll be worth it.
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General Aquamarine HP: 200/200 Action: Cursing at Jet. Damage: None. Location: F2
In the heat of Jet’s fury, Aquamarine was nothing more than a voice in Jet’s head, carried to him through their earrings.
I didn’t hear the Queen give you a ******** order, so until she does, you sure as ******** hell can ignore it
He was desperate, unsure what he feared most: Jet falling to the Princess, or Jet facing the Queen later, not as the trusted General he’d been in the throne room, but as a failure. As in most things, Aquamarine hid his desperation beneath anger.
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General Jet HP: 200 Action: Changing his mind about going after Ganymede, and going back from E2 to F2 Damage: N/A Location: F2
Jet gathered himself to respond, to reassure.
Then, the sound of metal underfoot.
Jet paused, his hurried attempt to get to Ganymede halted by the object beneath his shoe. Glancing down, he moved his foot and found a discarded medal, pressed into the ground by his weight. He knelt to pick it up, cleaning it of dirt and grass with a few careful swipes of his fingers.
The teal flower would have been a good match for his uniform, if he’d ever earned it himself.
On the back, a name had been engraved.
Ochre.
The medal was unmistakable by its colors and design. This medal was Laurelite’s Favor. They were precious and few. Jet had been there when she presented them. After the invasion. After they’d been sent on a mission to revive her. When she then became Queen.
Jet’s rage boiled over. Stronger than his hatred for Ganymede’s mockery was his sudden loathing for Ochre.
He gripped the medal in his hand. Jet looked over the field, beyond the Knight of Jupiter, to Ganymede and the traitor General.
With a snarl, he stood and turned back.
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Valhalla, Transcended Knight of Jupiter HP: 86 Action: Keeping an eye on General Jet while Ganymede purifies Titanite into Saqqara. Damage: N/A Location: D2
Valhalla stood guard. He kept a careful watch on the approaching General, cautious, still close to Cybele. He kept a hand on his pocketwatch just in case, ready to call Kyrie at a moment’s notice if the General came too close before Ganymede was done, her bright energy focused on the new Knight — the third person to be purified that night, the third lost soul who wanted to be rid of Chaos forever.
The darkness in the air affected those around them, seeping into them, making them lose control of themselves, turning them into youma as the Chaos manifested into a physical form.
The General was far enough away that Valhalla thought it safe to take his eyes off of him — just for a moment, a flick of his gaze toward Lyndin and the gathering Vanguard — but when he looked back a second later…
“Uh… Babe?” he said, confused and frantic. He didn’t want to interrupt the purification, but the change in direction seemed ominous. “Babe, he’s turning back. He’s going back to the generator.”
Maybe it was fine. Maybe the General was giving up. Maybe he realized he didn’t stand a chance against them…
Whether or not he stood a chance didn’t matter. He would do what he must regardless.
Now, it was more than just a matter of following orders and protecting the generator, or ridding them of a royal pest. It was a matter of dealing with the blatant disrespect shown to their Queen, by someone who was once their own.
By somehow who would still be their own, if he had any sense of loyalty.
Jet kept the medal in his hand as he approached his new target.
To Kerberos, he waved, smiling. Hot drinks — he found it difficult to think of something so kind in the sickening chaos, but he clung to the thought. “I’d love to taste one of your lattes.” Jer couldn’t remember what one tasted like; he liked the idea of a teammate’s being the first.
But they couldn’t rest just yet. Take out those generators, she said. Ochre Sheikh waved as she left. It was a stilted thing, that gesture, but he wanted to express his thanks somehow. A blown generator would be better.
Stepped back and turned at the sound of his name, at the sound of his old name, the question on his tongue —
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General Jet HP: 200 Action: Damage: N/A Location: F2
Jet waited for the newly purified Eternal to turn around, then speared him through the gut with the multi-pointed end of his dual bladed staff.
There wouldn’t be any pain. Not right away. There wouldn’t even be blood. Not yet. Ochre had ten, maybe twenty seconds before the magic wore off and allowed for that. Jet couldn’t make an exact guess; he never bothered to count the seconds when he cut someone.
Perhaps he should make them count instead.
He held up the medal. There was no joy or satisfaction in his eyes, just anger and disgust.
Sheikh stopped because he was stopped. Felt sick, like the penetrating chaos was coyly coiling about his starseed again, like it was settling in his body again, whispered nothings of the same perpetual, cloudy confusion that dominated his life in the Negaverse. He felt that dread coalesce in his gut, settled in a low-grade sickness that he couldn't define. He was vaguely aware what happened by the trajectory of Jet's weapon, but he didn't want to think about it. Didn't want to feel it.
So he wrapped his hands around the shaft, as if that would do something. Then he looked at the medal, Laurelite's medal, the one she gave him for helping to put her back together. Then he looked at Jet, who was all cold fury.
He could still breathe, could still think around the miasmic chaos. "Because that thing that ate my brother got away with it. The Negaverse exists to hurt people. They stuck a youma in me to make me cooperate. They don't deserve me. Or you, Jet." He tried to smile, but whatever stayed the pain was beginning to give.
“The Queen doesn’t care about you or your service.”
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Princess Ganymede HP: 133/150 Action: Running. Damage: Only to her heart. Location: D2 to E2 (back one space, and that’s as far as she can go this round)
Saqqara was beautiful.
Ganymede always thought that in the wake of a purification. With the light came the emergence of one’s true soul, and while there was some sacrifice in that, it could not diminish the beauty of the moment. Saqqara stood, magnificent in white, a new light in the descending darkness.
Somehow the fatigue was kept at bay even now, but the Chaos in the air, even if it could not wend its way into her starseed, made her sick, so thick she could hardly breathe through it. Ganymede banished her crystal. It did not seem safe to keep it out for so long.
From behind, Valhalla’s voice, He’s going back to the generator.
Back. Back the way he came. Back to all those she sent to destroy the machine.
Ganymede turned just in time to watch the General shove one end of his spear into Sheikh’s gut.
“No! No!”
She broke into a run, retracing her steps back to Valhalla in seconds.
In a battle like this, they didn’t have seconds to spare.
“Sheikh!”
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General Jet HP: 200 Action: Damage: N/A Location: F2
He was not naïve. Of course he was aware that the Negaverse did not always live up to its ideals. There were unacceptable actions, unacceptable risks, and unacceptable losses, often brushed under the rug by those who did not care, or those who were already overworked, or those who were eager to avoid responsibility. Civilians were murdered in cold blood. The lives of teammates were risked for a shot at glory, coaxed along by misguided ambitions. Some Generals and Captains abused their subordinates. Some were force fed starseeds until they turned. Some thought themselves as capable as a General Sovereign, and when they failed to accomplish what only a General Sovereign could, they were left with the mangled body of something no longer fully human.
But the Negaverse gave Jet a reason to live. The Negaverse gave him pride and family — two things he never thought he’d have again.
Jet never spoke of his history. Only those who knew him before he joined had any idea, and even then, their knowledge was limited.
The Negaverse saved his brother, and in saving Sorin, the Negaverse saved him.
Sorin escaped a difficult situation because he was offered the resources to do so. He was given help and managed to help Ilian in return, got him out of an overburdened system that would have let Ilian suffer before discarding him as soon as he aged out. But before Ilian had the chance to truly appreciate his new freedom, his brother was murdered by a vengeful Senshi, and he could only watch, powerless to stop it.
Jet joined that night. For the first time in his life, he felt a sense of peace. He had a way to defend himself. He had a way to protect his friends. He had a way to avenge his brother. He didn’t have to live in fear anymore, because he had the power to dispense with all the evils that tainted this world.
The Negaverse gave Jet a purpose when Sorin’s untimely death meant he had nothing left. His parents were gone. His brother was gone. Jet was an unwanted child in a world that didn’t care enough to protect him. If there was evil in the Negaverse, the evil that seeped throughout the rest of the world was worse, left unchecked and unpunished.
The Negaverse had its flaws, but there was so much potential, if only the right people had the power to see it through. Their goal of protecting Destiny City, of ridding the world of the invading forces of the White Moon, had never resonated more strongly with Jet than it did that night.
Chaos flowed over the field, catching their enemies, twisting them and seeping into their starseeds — not corrupting; Jet thought the word carried too many evil connotations. To Jet, they were merely correcting a wrong.
If he waited long enough, the traitors would become agents of the Negaverse again. Some of them might realize their error and seek forgiveness. Some of them would earn it.
Some would not.
Did they truly have any use for those who fled in the middle of battle, for those who stood only a dozen yards away from the Queen, and instead of offering their service to a woman who would have sacrificed her life for them, who nearly died fighting off an invasion, turned from her to the White Moon Princess?
How many were there on the field, whose knowledge of an organization they betrayed could put the Negaverse and all those Jet cared for in jeopardy?
“You’re right,” Jet growled, low in the back of his throat. “We don’t deserve you.”
The magic from his weapon would be running out soon.
Years ago, when he was a new agent mourning the death of his brother, he would have liked the chance to watch a man suffer.
Now, there were more important things.
“The Negaverse has no place for traitors.”
Jet jerked the pointed end of his blade from Ochre’s body. A flick of his wrist turned the staff. With a mighty swing, the clean blade at the opposite end sliced through the air.
Years of practice perfected his aim; he hadn’t the time nor the stomach for a botched job.
A clean severance was his last gift to Ochre.
The Princess was on her way — too late. An eagle summon screeched over head — too late.
Jet knelt before the body. His hand sank into the still warm chest to pull out Ochre’s starseed. He banished it to subspace in seconds, before it could be affected by the strange energy around them.
He lifted the souvenir for the Princess. The ponytail was cut, but he held it by the hair that remained and tossed it at her, let it roll to her feet just as his magic faded.
Jet’s gaze remained cold and determined.
“Who’s next?”
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Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: Cadet Caelyna HP: 42 Action: Following Lyndin! Damage N/A Location: D4
It took a moment for Caelyna to realize exactly what was happening. But Velyria's body glowed, and she felt crystals under her hands--and she sat back, and watched in momentary wonder as those beautiful crystals grew to protect her sister's still form.
She bowed her head, once more, right above where Velyria's face was.
"It's okay," Caelyna said, softly. "We'll be back for you. And we'll see each other again, anlyn. In your next life. This time, I'll be the older one--and I'll get to teach you everything. Just like you taught me."
Vyn's slightly sharp order made her flinch, but she nodded. It was what Lyndin had asked, too, and with Velyria's choice....
Caelyna's, too, was made.
Fae-Fae got a squeeze of a hand in return for her gentle, caring touch. And Lyna stood, and moved to Vyn, and Aliez, and to Lyndin.
She looked at Fangnyl, and there was a plea in her eyes.
"Please," she said, softly. "Stay with us. Don't.....don't let my sister have died for no reason."
Unlike Aliez and Vyn, she didn't have a blaster. she just had a knife--the same weapon that, once upon a time, Cadet Velyria had wielded. At least, so the old photos said.
Still, she could fix the Knights attacking Lyndin with a cold, frosty stare.
"You don't understand anything," she said, and then she turned on her heel, and moved next to the Commodore.
Fae-Fae's plea made her flinch, but she looked up at Lyndin, a question in her eyes and on her lips.
"We....we will be back for them, won't we, sir?" Not that she doubted, but her aching heart needed the verbal reassurance. Childish, perhaps, but she was a lost child, whose beloved family had just been taken from her. "Velyria, and Caerynn, and....and Caedus?"
Eternal Sailor Malus HP: 80 Action: Attacking Center Machine in D4 with Eternal Magic (glass shard illusion) [used 2 super attacks, 1 Eternal] Damage 1+7+4=12 Location: B4->D4
The second Malus felt the Chaos creeping into him, he nearly choked on it. It was all consuming. He took a step back, blinded by the world around him. Things fizzled, like they weren’t real and he felt small.
Small, like when he was a youma. Small, when everything moved so quickly, when he was always underfoot, when he was prey to everyone else.
He remembered the crippling Chaos then. He remembered the first time he’d felt a hand in his chest, he remembered the way the Chaos had pulsed into him with such ferocity that it split his skin, that it broke his bones, that it mutated and warped him.
And, it was happening again.
Malus’ breathing was uneven and he could swear he saw patches of black fur growing again. He could swear that he felt Metallia’s voice in his head, that he felt her command to return to--
To go back to being that thing.
He didn't want to lose his life. He didn’t want to lose his friends. He didn’t want to lose himself.
He stumbled back, confused and disoriented. He was hardly breathing, and most certainly not thinking.
He saw the center console, blasting its bright light into the sky. He needed to stop it. He needed to stop it.
He couldn’t go through this again.
He didn’t know how long he’d have his free will, so he charged at it with every ounce of strength and desperation that he could muster.
Eternal Sailor Adria HP: 15/100 Action: On the ground, in pain, attacking Chambersite with sunset illusion distracting magic Damage 5+7+3 [used up 2 super, 1 eternal] Location: B4
Adria was unconscious and then not, and…
The Chaos felt like a blanket over him, or maybe that was just the sweet unconsciousness that saved him from the pain in his side, or his face. Julienne was warm beneath him. She was breathing. She was fine.
Distantly, he thought he heard Michel say something about killing someone, and…
The General who had attacked him was on the ground in front of him. He could see him.
Adria couldn’t pick up his head and didn’t want to move, but he didn’t want to see him die. He didn’t want to see what his brother was still capable of, even without the excuse of Chaos to push him.
Weakly, he willed his magic--little more than a distraction. The glowing orb of a setting sun could make some feel like death was encroaching, but mostly he thought it was just nice to look at.
He was looking at it, as it seemed to set into the ground between him and Chambersite.
He hoped it would work on his brother for long enough for someone to calm him down.
Mauvian Soleiyu HP: 30/50 Action: Attacking the Center Console Damage: 10+3=13 Location: B4->D4
Soleiyusaw Malus bolt and his heart seized because he knew something was wrong. He hadn’t been there for the boy when he’d been a youma but he’d heard stories, and he could see the lost, frantic look on his face.
He looked at Lysithea, and Adria--at Ilse and Michel and Necromanteion and Monoceros. He wasn’t much use fighting someone, but…
Machines, he understood. And, he could keep an eye on Malus.
He knew Lysithea would understand. He trusted her.
He ran after Malus and attacked the Center Console with him.
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Eternal Sailor Caia HP: 80 Action: Talking to Sava and Ein and probably has a concussion; attacking center +Damage 8+7+2= 17 [3 uses of basic magic used] Location: B4->D4
Caia was out of breath, and the creeping Chaos was enough to make him feel dizzy.
It only briefly occurred to him that he didn’t know the names of the two Knights he’d teamed up with when he was sort of stumbling after the explosion, trying to pick himself up, trying to figure out what to do while he was drowning in Chaos.
Oh, he was dizzy. Oh, his brother was going to be so mad at him.
“I have--we have to stop this,” he said, wondering if he was really speaking that loudly or if the ringing in his ears was just making things worse. “I--don’t really feel very good, I--that kid just ran and hit that other machine and...I’m going to make that one blow up.”
He looked to Ein and Sava and looked a bit dizzy, like maybe he’d hit his head too hard in that explosion. “You can come with me. Or stay here. It seems safe here. But I have to…”
He looked at the console. “...It’s so shiny, I have to hit it.”
He ran off to the machine, because everyone else was doing it. He hoped his friends would come with him, but the thought was lost in the swirling emptiness of his mind as he moved.
Super Sailor Morgan HP: 20 Action: Attacking the Center Console DamageBase: 8Rank: +5Faction Bonus: 013 Location: B6 -> D5
Morgan had no awareness when the Velencian's (Valnyr) Cracked Bone accidentally came to her aid. The substance came into her on a shallow inhale, and she began to cough, groaning as things began to slowly stitch together. Along her back, mainly. Scorched muscle, tendons, and flesh began to ripple and rework, smoothing and flexing as they reformed. "...thanks," was still a reflex of a murmur, aware, hazy though it was, that some was keeping her from dying.
Something sickly, acidic, was trying to dig into her chest. Morgan flinched. It was the same sensation she'd felt, so many years ago. Of that agent digging his hand into her chest, taking her starseed. Somewhere, Guinevere was speaking. In that moment, she clung to that voice. Where was Arthur? Hania?
She groaned again, louder, as Morgan came more and more back into herself. More smoke drifted into her mouth, into her lungs, and bloomed through her body. She winced, feeling more of her skin knitting itself, pulling itself back together, reforming where fire had destroyed it.
Guinevere told someone to get out of there... to seek help... from the guy who caused this s**t show? Morgan's brows furrowed. She didn't like that one bit. Leave her behind? Leave Gwen? Her brows furrowed further. She really didn't like that. The acrid sensation continued to loom over her, and Morgan coughed, feeling like she was choking on thick air.
It was the screaming that forced Morgan out of the darkness in her own head.
Cyan eyes opened wide, gasping as her pulse thundered. She turned her head, looking on in silent horror as her brain began to recognize what she was seeing. "G-Gwen..?" Instead of a smattering of white, blue, and pink, the bright, cheery senshi was garbed in black. Morgan pushed herself awkwardly up onto her elbows, then up onto her knees. Her back hurt, and she cursed a few times, reaching for her friend. Her hands shook as she grazed the crack on Guinevere's forehead. "No... no... no you can't do this," she started, voice low, her brain not entirely willing to accept what her eyes were seeing. "No, you can't do this, Gwen." Her voice rose, her anger spiking as her fear amped up.
Brian.... Rigel. She couldn't stop it when he was taken. Couldn't stop it when he returned, the cracks in his forehead and chest, a black uniform. Abby.... Guinevere. Once again, Morgan found herself helpless, unable to rip away the darkness from someone she loved, unable to stop them from leaving.
There wasn't much white on her uniform. The badb on her brooch seemed to spread torn wings. Edges of her bodice and upper parts of her sleeves on her body suit began to look stained. Sinking. She snarled, ripping the remains of her burnt and tattered skirts and overlayers, leaving herself in the purple, red, and white damn it bodysuit. One that looked disconnected, as if bits were disintegrating. Like her grasp on everything, it seemed. Her hair was now cut short, barely to her shoulders. The long chain of feathers was mostly gone.
Tears brimmed, and Morgan couldn't stop the miserable sound that leaked from her throat as she bent forward, pulling the fallen Guinevere to her. "I shouldn't have let any of you come... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." She rocked slowly, holding her friend. "I'm so sorry, Gwen. I'm so sorry," she added, buried into the girl's long, too long, hair. She pressed her lips gently there, knowing she could do nothing here. And it ripped her heart out to accept this. No worse than the slithering Chaos that tired to rip at her.
Pulling one of the feathers with a bit of gold chain on it from her hair, she slid it into her friend's hand as she whispered, "I won't leave you with them. I'll bring you back, Gwen, even if I have to rip a ******** gateway into Negaspace all over again ******** forced herself to set Guinevere down then, and forced herself to stand on shaking, stiff legs. There was still a scar along her back, though it was far, far less than the previous damage had ever been. Just a curve along her shoulder blades and spine. Like the top of a gate.
"Arthur, Hani," she started, looking to them. Her eyes were red-rimmed, but firm. "I'm not going anywhere safe. No where here is safe. Not with all this Chaos around." She could see how people were attacking the generators, including the central computer one not far from them. The same thing that was shooting an iridescent light out of it. "If we can damage that machinery enough, this might all stop. I'd... I'd rather you come with me," she admitted, her voice going thick before she swallowed. "But if you get get to that Prince or Princess that's around, you might be a lot safer than I can offer."
She felt sick as she looked at Arthuradel. "I... I'm sorry I'm not a good big sister. I'm really crappy at it, aren't I?" She couldn't even keep her kid sister, the one person who mattered, safe. She looked to Amaterasu next, a slight smile on her face. "Stay with my sister and Hania, if you can? You guys will be safer together."
Pausing only briefly, she bent to rub her fingers gently against Gwen's cheek, pulling the discarded bits of her uniform over her like a blanket. Closing her eyes, she forced herself away, pulling Arthuradel into a sharp hug. "I love you, kiddo. So, so ******** much." Again swallowing down more tears, she gave her kid sister a kiss on the forehead, and made herself walk away, towards the central console. "Keep 'em safe, Hani, that's an order!"
She found a piece of debris, once she was within throwing distance of the damn machine, aware of how many other people were around. Gritting her teeth, and aware she wasn't even fully up to perfect health herself, she threw the rock as hard as ******** could right at it.
When the Knight (Aokigahara) stepped in to attack the agent with some magic, Daesva reeled back, pulled back somewhat to her senses. She realized she... she'd dropped her blaster. The Cadet stepped back only long enough to retrieve it, noting that the little cat Caerynn had.... helped, was getting taken out of there by another cat. Good. Others were around. One had a sword (Yomi).
She looked with blank, red-rimmed eyes at the Knight as he offered his hand to her. Offering her energy to help. Her pulse still was erratic. She wanted to break that agent's face.
But she held up her gun, and she fired on the generator, before taking the Knight's offered hand. "...I can help you get to safety," she offered quietly. "You shouldn't stay here."
She could hear Lyndin calling their people out. She'd heard Vel's... death. Her heart broke for her sister. But if nothing else, she hoped no one got their disgusting hands on the Commander's starseed... please let her see Velyria again someday. "...I'll apologize to you then, Commander," she said softly, as she looked at the damage her blaster had caused to the machine. Knowing she'd keep adding more, unless this Knight was willing to let her help him get out of there. She would not leave them. She would not leave Rynn's body here. The crystals around it... comforted her, though. And the precious glimmer within.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2021 7:13 pm
Character name, rank, and a link to their journalTranscendant Eternal Bellatrix HP: 100 HP Action: Using her Enhancement Attack - forcusing on Castor, but is a AOE, so if you're within 10 feet and Order, you can be effected if you choose! Damage -- Location: D4
This was a mess from the very beginning. The senshi of fortitude had walked the battlefield, watching alliances change at the drop of a hat it seemed - emotions changing fragile loyalties and limits being pushed to the tipping point. It was all the antithesis of her sphere.
The air of Chaos swirled about them, so oppressive, and yet the marks upon her skin glowed brightly. Her steadfast heart and power as a transcended senshi protecting her from the turmoil so many faced. For some of them...their lack of fortitude was not their fault. This corrupting miasma suffocated their heart, their mind, their starseeds...and turning her head she saw that even the Royal Castor was having trouble. She frowned, then set her jaw in determination. She could help him help himself against this blight. If her magic could reach a royal... No, she did not allow herself to think the word if. Her very sphere required determination, and left no room for doubt - she'd leave that to Haldane, who was thankfully not here, nor was his brother.
Long legs sauntered over until she was within range. Her very body language was the embodiment of confidence and power ever since she had returned from her extended stay on her homeworld.
A ring formed on the ground around her, "Whisper of Foritude!" she said with a commanding yet soft voice, not a yell, not a shout, but an order. The ring around her shot outwards ten feet, and those within that range who aligned with order were privy to the bonuses provided by her newest ability.
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Enhancement Attack - Whisper of Fortitude When cast, the target(s) will hear the whispers, usually in the voice of lost/close loved ones) spurring them to keep fighting on, renewing their fortitude(strength of mind/courage/insert other synonyms here.) The target feels reinvigorated to fight, as well as a temporary boost in strength for 35 seconds. Targets only other order aligned characters within a 10 foot radius. Can be used twice per battle.
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D4 peeps there is an AOE effect in...effect in your area.
Kurma blinked, and peered at Metis. The easygoing smile he wore in almost every situation suddenly dropped, and he grimaced. "Oh," he said, loud enough for Metis to hear. "Oh, hell no. I don't even wanna think about what would happen if I tried to move that thing."
His abilities were unstable in here, and Caedus's star seed was unstable in general, and that was a terrible combination.
"Besides..." he quietly continued, resting his free arm on his leg.
"If a dip in the Cauldron can fix it... honestly, that's probably for the best."
Kerberos got a wave. "Yeah, of course," he answered. "If I can move anyone around in here, just point and shoot."
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Teleportation: Strangely, the energy in the area isn't inhibiting Kurma's teleportation... at least, not completely. Once per turn, he can move up to 3 passengers to any other space on the grid. He cannot move anyone outside of the grid, however.
Flight: He's floating high enough that you have to jump to hit him. Respond how you will.
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: General Ashanite HP: 62 Action: Moving to F2 to back up Jet and Aqua, attacking Spacewatch! Traitors get the stabs. Damage: 8 + 7 + 5 + 5 = 25 DMG Location: F4 -> F2
Once Sakuraiite and Arsenolite engaged that irritating little Chibi, Ashanite knew it was time to move on.
He even had an ideal place to go. He wasn't down yet, after all--and his Queen, the one that had trusted him from the moment Squire Ploutonion had sent her a letter requesting a meeting--had chosen him to bne part of this mission. Despite all of his ********, all of his failures--she had chosen to see the successes. To continue valuing him in a way that so few people ever had.
(He had a sense, in the missing void of memory, that he had not bene valued for a long, long time, before he met her.)
And this Princess--this pretty blonde in a fairytale dress--she thought to defy Laurelite. To defy the Queen.
So his eyes turned to the generator nearest Laurelite, to Aquamarine and Jet--and even if he and Jet had their differences, he respected Jet's loyalty.
As he moved in, he watched Jet deal, effectively and efficiently, with one of the traitors.
But there was another on the field. One that had not yet chosen to shed her blacks.
He pulled out his communicator.
"On my way to you, Jet, Aquamarine," he said, and then he put it away.
And it was Spacewatch that Ashanite targeted, moving with the speed and predatory intent of a very. angry. General.
As he drew near, he flicked the inky blackness off his blade, letting it pool around him, cloaking his approach and casting a veil of deep, inky shadow his approach as he struck.
"Bold," he said, "but very, very stupid, Senshi."
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Ever since being left to drown in the Rift, Ashanite's weapon has gained a changed effect--the blades now drip liquid shadows, which pool along the blades. Once enough has accumulated, Ashanite can flick the liquid onto the ground and create a shadowy fog with a radius of about 5 feet. This fog will stay in place, even if Ashanite leaves the radius. Within the fog, it is very difficult to see, and even magical light is somewhat smothered. This fog lasts for 10 seconds at a time, and his weapon requires two minutes to drip enough liquid shadow to create another charge.
Eternal Sailor Oberon HP: 30 Action: Pissed that everyone is being hypocritical about why Caedus should die. Begging for help to get Caedus’ starseed back. Attacking and trying to turn off the machine. Damage 10 (roll) + 7 (rank) = 17 Location: E5 to D4
Lyndin had Caedus’ starseed. And he was leaving. He’d pushed everyone away and was taking Caedus’ starseed with him.
And almost everyone was letting him.
Oberon knew he was in no shape to do much. He was wounded and bleeding, but Caedus had been left there against the machine pulsing with energy. Chaotic energy.
Oberon hissed in pain as he could feel the chaos enter his starseed. Some of the white in his uniform was shifting, changing colors. Darker. He cringed, his hand gripping at his chest as he writhed from the pain.
He could feel the chaos pulsing. He knew they were all going to be doomed if they didn’t act fast. They needed to stop the generators and the Central Machine and get Caedus to safety until they could get his starseed back.
Scylla was saying her tearful thank yous and (hopefully temporary) good byes, and launching herself across the field to the corner generator. A Knight of Uranus (Andronicus) and Knight of Cosmos (Hyperborea) were attacking Lyndin — good.
Gentle hearted Pendour was attacking the main console. Another page of Jupiter was attacking the console. Castor was using his crystal — and getting injured in the process. Some of the aliens were even attacking the console. Others were attacking Andronicus. There was even a Corrupted Senshi attacking the console, which he wasn’t going to argue about, but it confused him for just a moment before he pushed it aside.
Encke, who had been with Pendour before, was telling Caedus he’d see him in the next life. One of the aliens was telling them to bury him.
“HE’S NOT DEAD. What is wrong with all of you?!” Oberon shouted, nails digging into his palms as he spat out the words. In his anger he landed a kick to the main console, hoping to destroy it faster.
"Everyone has been so against letting Lyndin take his starseed to save his world, but as soon as everyone here is in danger, we're just going to abandon trying to help him to save ourselves?? Do you not see the hypocrisy of all this??" he shouted in his anger, perhaps fueled a little by the Chaos trying to seep into him still.
He then turned to his brother. “Sess, help me. We have to move him. They’re just going to let him die. Can someone please get that starseed back?” he shouted, grabbing onto the lever that had been pulled to turn the machine on, desperately pulling it to try and turn the whole thing off.
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Sessrumnir, Knight of Jupiter HP: 32 Action: Attempting to keep unconscious and not dead Caedus from getting trampled. Maybe trying to use his hand to reset the lever? Damage 3 (roll) + 7 (rank) + 3 (faction) = 13 Location: E5 to D4
He wanted to feel frustration at Belmont for putting himself in danger like that, but instead he let out a breath of quiet exasperation. He was doing a good job, there was no doubt about it. But now wasn’t the time for compliments. They needed to get through this first, and then maybe he would tell Belmont he did a good job.
Unfortunately with Oberon’s arrival and the weapon powering up, he didn’t get a chance to have Belmont look at his probably profusely bleeding arm.
That was fine. He didn’t need his arm. He was just going to lie down and ignore everything for a bit.
The Chaos he could feel as it spewed out across the field. He could see it affecting Oberon, which likely meant it would be affecting Belmont. And himself. Before he could let it take over the young Page, Sessrumnir reached out with his good hand to place on Belmont’s shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze, although he was careful about not hurting him.
As for himself, he could feel the pull. Something dark and menacing tugging at him from the darkness. Sessrumnir closed his eyes to it. He didn’t have the time or patience to be corrupted. He had too many people he needed to look out for, even if he did nothing but push them away.
The necklace against his chest didn’t change from its gentle steady pulse, and he reached up to place his hand around it, holding it against his chest as though that would keep him focused on overcoming whatever it was that was trying so hard to change him.
No.
He didn’t recognize the voice in his own head, but it was warm and kind. He might have imagined the pulse from the necklace quickening just slightly, as though it was reacting to his own distress. As though the sudden change in pace was a desperate attempt to wake him from a nightmare he couldn’t normally pull himself from.
Oberon was calling to him. He was yelling about Caedus. Sessrumnir was angry that they’d lied to them, but he felt as though he didn’t have the whole story. Right now, Caedus was in danger of being trampled by those attacking the console.
He kept a hand on Belmont’s shoulder, and even slid his hand down to his upper arm to gently pull him along. He didn’t want to leave him there alone in the field when they were all injured and Chaos was everywhere.
“You’ll be okay,” he reassured him, and let go of his arm only long enough to give a swift kick to the console.
His attention was returned to both Belmont and Oberon soon after. Which also meant Caedus.
Sessrumnir quickly tugged off the cape he wore around his shoulder, ignoring the fresh wounds down his arm from being attacked, as he carefully placed it over Caedus as a blanket, keeping his face free so he could breathe. Perhaps they would all think he was a hypocrite for helpingCaedus, but he certainly didn’t agree with just leaving him to die. How long a body could last without a starseed varied, he knew from experience. He was certainly glad no one left him for dead when his starseed had been removed briefly.
Ignoring the pain in his arm, Sessrumnir lifted the taller man from the ground, but didn't move far from where he'd been allowed to slump down. Pendour was near, and he assumed she would trust him. If not, then that was a problem for another day.
But before he took the unconscious man anywhere, he moved closer to Oberon at the lever.
“Lyndin stopped him from touching the lever earlier, didn’t he?” Sessrumnir thought he vaguely remembered from looking over his shoulder as he tried to attack the generator. “Try using his hand. Could be fingerprint or DNA or something,” he shrugged, keeping his voice low while Lyndin was distracted by the pleas of his own people. If that didn’t work, then they would just have to keep attacking it.
He waited while Oberon lifted the unconscious Caedus' hand to wrap it around the lever and try to reset it to the position it was in before.
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Belmont
The Space Cauldron
Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2021 8:15 pm
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal : Corrupt Mauvian Soyala HP: 50 Action: Upgrading Nembus!! Boomsparklesparkle Damage: N/A Location: C2
Soyala hated this sort of affair. But then, Soyala did not like most things, of late.
Her General was missing. His Lieutenant had been depressed, withdrawn, unhappy in his work and his presence in the Negaverse. Soyala felt very miserable, and very alone. But she was a cat who was determined to show up, and to work hard for her superiors, and to look after Senshi--be they Negaverse or Mirror.
Of course, the Mirror wasn't here tonight. All the better; they didn't need to be caught in the middle of all of this.
She had kept out of the way, mostly--as a cat, there was so little she could do--but she had been watching, and waiting.
When the strange machine connected with the comet in the sky, and Chaos began to pump throughout the battlefield, Soyala inhaled, and she purred. Warmly, contentedly. There would be so many new Negaverse Senshi tonight--she could see black overtaking bodices and bleeding into wings. Beautiful, perfect darkness.
She bounded out onto the battlefield, weaving around one of the generators, rubbing up against it to enjoy its pleasing, mechanical hum. Oh, how she longed to take it apart, to get her paws into its inner workings. This strange, alien technology was just so terribly fascinating.
But now wasn't the time. Because she could feel something--something very important.
"Oh," she said, and she darted over to Nembus, heedless of how she was working to stay hidden.
"Hello, lovely," she said, and without waiting for permission, she hopped up onto Nembus's shoulders. "I think you're ready for your wings."
And she focused, and with all the chaotic energy in the air, she was able to give Nembus something that, as far as Soyala knew, was a gift.
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: Caer Sidi, Squire of Cosmos HP: 51/75 Action: PANIK Damage: N/A Location: B2
Caer Sidi gave Lixian a smile, and shook her head. "Keep your dagger," she told him. "Use it to protect yourself."
She wanted to say more. Wanted to agree to join Hyperborea. Wanted to fight back against the Corrupt that had appeared to attack her.
But the machine in the middle flared to awful, horrible life, and something utterly nightmarish began to happen.
The air became heavy. Oppressive.
The fear in her heart began to grow.
And something dark latched onto that fear.
Caer Sidi looked down at her dress in abject, utter horror.
Black was bleeding up the skirt.
"No," she gasped, "no no no please--" she reached down, scrabbling at the dress, trying to tear it short, as if that would stop the Chaos infecting her very soul. As if anything could slow the relentless advance of dark power.
She reached for her magic, and found--
And found--
Nothing there.
A noise of horror passed her lips, and her suncatcher slipped from her fingers, although it did not shatter when it hit the ground.
She followed soon after, falling to her knees next to the generator. Had the Chaos already bled so far that her Wonder couldn't answer her anymore? Had her rescue from the claws of General Ashanite all been in vain? Was this to be her fate, turned against her friends?
Had that poor Page in pink and green died for nothing?
She didn't want that. She wanted to stay Order. She wanted to know more aobut her Wonder, see more of her past life, get to be with Hype--
"HYPERBOREA!"
She screamed her girlfriend's name, the only savior she could think to call for.
Hype had saved her before, over and over again. Surely she would find a way to save Caer now.
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Aurelius0815
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Shanyume
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2021 8:42 pm
Transcended Knight Delphi of Polaris. HP: 100/100 Action: Following Hyperborea, just incase. Damage: Nothing Location: Moving to D4 to follow Hyperborea.
Deciding to run after Hyperborea, in case she needed back up or needed to be restrained, the knight of polaris kept at the others heels, making a motion for the others in their little group to follow them. "Come on, we need to keep together." It might keep them safe if they did that, stuck together so they could look out for each other. What she wasn't expecting was how things seemed to be winding down, as things did indeed seem to be winding down. The alien Lyndin seemed to be leaving and telling others to do the same, while he was going to take the starseed to the Couldron.
"Cosmos....the couldron. I hope it makes it there and can be helped." Looking to the knight of Cosmos who was in their group.
What she wasn't expecting, but perhaps should be, was the chaos energy which started to fill the area. Not only did it fill the area but it was powerful and enough that it seemed to even test her...as if it wanted to try and take over and corrupt her. That had her looking to the others in their group, those who were suisceptible to it. "We need to move away Hyperborea...this energy is strong. It could corrupt the others...we're safe but the others aren't." Not yet, as she was sure eventually they would all transcend...somehow. But right now they were not so blessed and safe.
"We need to move."
Already as she stared at Hyperborea's girlfriend she could see the changes taking place - not good. This was really not good. "Hyperborea!" They needed to get oout of here and now! She needed her friend to get them moving...she had to save the other Cosmos knight,
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal:Super Sailor Asmodeus HP: 45 Action: Having a whole panic attack, letting Skoll drag her away Damage N/A Location: B6 -> C5
The machine in the center activated.
And finally, its purpose--or what its purpose had become--was revealed.
The Negaverse, Asmodesus was sure, had poisoned it. They poisoned everything they touched.
They were trying to poison her now.
Black crept over the white in her uniform, the white she had fought so hard for--literally. She had wrestled that mirror version of herself, beaten her into the ground in order to claim her MirrorSeal and bring it to Cosmos. She had struggled to prevent this very outcome--to not be the version of herself that was stolen by Chaos.
Was it inevitable? Was she doomed to darkness? Was she going to lose the life she had built for herself, all because she had been a curious idiot? Because she had hoped to witness the end of Metallia?
Would she never get to see her homeworld? She'd wanted to go, but hadn't yet made the time. And now, it was being stolen from her. Before she even had the chance to find it.
Skoll's hand was a lifeline. It jolted Asmodeus out of her fear, and panic, and let her turn to start running. As fast as she could, at her battle-sister and her beloved's sides, to get as far away from the generator as she could.
To maybe outrun the black growing on her uniform, and the increasing weight of her hair that seemed to want to burst from its pretty little buns.
Disoriented by one generator surge after another, it felt like the world had suddenly tilted on its axis when another blow struck her in the side. Alcor did not see who or what had hit her (Ransomite) but the solid strike had sent her stumbling into something more solid.
Like a marionette whose puppet master had chosen to cut the strings that had once held her upright; the Senshi of Cold felt her body sag. Knees buckling beneath her, she knew what would follow, expected to hit the ground in a tangled mess of limbs unable to catch herself properly.
Instead, strong arms held her upright (Rakovanite), supporting her weight for the briefest of moments before shifting so that one arm cradled the back of her head as he then lowered her slowly to the grass and dirt beneath their feet. A careful touch, a familiar scent. Alcor raised a shaky hand, one finger curled over a single golden cord that hung from his left shoulder, and with a weak grip, she held onto his sleeve despite knowing he was no ally.
The mutated chaos that flowed from the generator was in fact changing her, not into a corrupt, but into something other. Dull nails grew into pointed claws, vision strained as her pupils elongated into thin narrow slits from pain brought on by these physical changes. Colors blurred into a muddled mess of dark purple and vibrant green with flecks of gold swirled between them.
It will be over soon, he spoke with such calm finality and she believed him.
Tears stung her still-changing eyes and rather than acknowledge what he tried to show her, or the thin layer of frost that expanded around her, Alcor looked up but the fine features of his face remained out of focus. Her expression twisted into a wordless desperate plea to make it stop.
Eleonora was here… somewhere, and her heart ached at the thought of her sister seeing her as something other than herself. To stand on opposite sides of this war and look upon her twin as an enemy.
“Pl-please-...” It was cold… so very very cold.
Two trails of tears spilled down her cheeks and froze there, against her pale skin, the ice that formed sealing her lids shut as her eyes closed as her hand fell free from his uniform and body became completely limp.
Ele…
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Ransomite
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Sailor Eleonora HP: 34 [50 - 16(Lavendulan)] Action: Attacking Rak to protect her sister. Damage: 4(base) + 3(Rank) + 2(Magic) = 9 Damage Location B3 to C4 to D5
Eleonora had run as fast as she could, dodging magic and shrapnel from the earlier explosion when one of the generators had blown up. Cypher had left to re-join the Vanguard, for what purpose she didn’t know and quite frankly didn’t care.
Either way, she was left to run the rest of the distance alone. Until suddenly she stopped and watched in wide-eyed horror as Alcor struggled to stand. For the briefest of moments, their eyes locked and in that single second, Eleonora knew how badly she had messed up by coming here alone.
If only she had told her twin then they could have arrived together; watched each other's back, albeit begrudgingly because she knew that Alcor would not have wanted to come in the first place. But at least it would have given them the chance to protect one another instead of stanging on the sidelines watching as Lieutenant seized the opportunity of Alcor’s momentary distraction and slammed his weapons into her.
No… no no no. It felt like everything around her ceased to exist save for Alcor and a General that knelt beside her; a long blue sleeve held in his hand.
“LEAVE HER ALONE!” Eleonora charged, hands glowing red not having realized that she’d whispered the name of her magic while sprinting, and threw her weight into the definitely more sturdy man. Anger coursed through her veins but it was not enough to do much of anything and yet she tried, pressing the palms of both hands against his chest in desperation to make him go. “DON’T TOUCH HER. DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HER!”
Red rimmed eyes that mirrored those of the fallen Senshi bore nothing shy of pure and unadulterated hate at him. And while she wanted to scratch his face, knee him in the nethers, do anything and everything to scare him away, Eleonora knew that he, along with the aliens, corrupts, and other agents had the upper hand here. To them, she was nothing more than an annoying flea to be disposed of when convenient.
The Senshi of Heat’s stomach churned aggressively, bile stinging the back of her throat as she struggled to stay standing while the hem of her skirt and hood she wore began to turn a deep grey and soon to be black.
Seems the chaos affected her differently.
Violent anger in place of defeated desperation. Her uniform appeared to be burning as if her magic singed the edge of the fabric rather than taking on more monstrous features.
Eleonora tore her gaze off him and looked down at her sister; frost-covered grass surrounding her still form. Noticed the frozen tears and that sight was ultimately what broke her and brought the pale-haired Senshi to her knees. Expression twisted into one of emotional pain and horrible regret as she then leaned over to protect Alcor’s body with her own.
Cheek to cheek, she whispered in her sister's ear. “Don’t leave me. I- I won’t allow it. You were right, I- I should have listened. Please… wake up.” Despite the immediate danger, Eleonora did not care what happened to her. If Alcor were to die here, then she did not want to see tomorrow’s sunrise; not without her twin there to watch it with her.
Magic: Touch of Heat: The area she touches gets really hot and can leave sun burns if contact is maintained for more than 5 seconds. - sorry for the double quote, forgot to add this magic info.
