General Faustite HP: 100/100 Damage to Faustite's blights: 10 + 7 + 1 (AoS) = 18; 3 dead, 1 at 2/5, 1 at 5/5
Something spoke. Faustite's attention sharpened, and he regarded the thing hawkishly, as if he could deduce more about its nature by looking at it. Then that eternal began shouting something about it being the source, and that they had to eliminate that to avenge Faustite's dead cactus. Wading through these things was itself a chore, however…
These ******** were everywhere. Kill a few and more appear. There were too many between the three of them and the congealed force in the center. Some had begun taking on the faces of the three of them, to which Faustite narrowed his eyes.
"Stand back," he warned, as embers started to rise in the superheated air around him. Tarmac seemed to ripple and sweat as Faustite's fires glowed brighter, drew longer in the convective wind surrounding him. Flames burst out in a violent torrent, catching three of the globs unawares, but the remainder dragged themselves out of the way, with but one damaged.
Faustite saw no reason to maintain his firestorm; he could press the creatures, or dash for the mass in the center, but conserving energy seemed the better option.
"Hang back. Let the White Moon wear it down. Better we save our energy and get to higher ground." To his knowledge, these creatures didn't climb.
Super Niter HP: 75/75 Damage to Source: 8 + 4 = 12 damage to source
Okay, so, someone around knew what they were doing, he guessed.
It didn't help that the Big Thing spoke, or that the Small Things got all weird and pissed off after the Big Thing spoke. In video game language, that indicated a main boss, and it was up to them to figure out the correct mechanics to fell the boss without getting killed. Or flee the battle, Niter guessed, since there weren't really any video game laws on not being able to run away here. He didn't know how to teleport yet, though.
"Okay," the feathered Corrupt shouted to the Orchid girl that had been shouting before. He was easy to drown out among all the moaning and yelling and sounds of battle, though.
That lady — whose aura gave him a headache — wanted him to hit the Big Thing. Okay, he could do that. He had to do that, no matter how hard his heart pounded in his chest, or how unsteady he felt on his feet right then. So Niter drew up whatever strength he had left in him, assuring himself that he's beaten plenty of harder video games than this, and it's just a real life video game anyway, and he charged the thing with his fist ready for impact.
Then he punched it, stepped back, and shook his hand out in horror for the texture of it.
"Um, is there something else we can use?" He shouted to the Eternal that was evidently in charge.
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Asking Ida~
Super Psilomelane HP: 63/75 Damage to Blights: 8 + 5 = 13 damage, killing initial 2 blights. 1 at 3/5, 1 at 5/5.
She just wanted to get the hell home at this rate. When she killed one of the creatures, more cropped up, and Psilomelane was running out of options if she wanted to stick around. The two remaining already got to her — one grabbed at her ankle, tripping her up, while the other lumbered close and punched her in the side. Psilomelane kicked at the fist and the second, dispatching them both.
By the time she scrambled to her feet and kicked the third squarely in the face (her face, which was itself disturbing), three more erupted in nearly the same spots. They dribbled along, more aggressive than the last, which set Psilomelane on edge. She ducked an attack from the nearest creature and gave it a retaliatory elbow to the face, then bought herself enough room to get her communicator ready.
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ALL-CALL TO NEGAVERSE — Unknown creatures are in the vicinity of Folwell park! They're not youma! I repeat, they are NOT youma! White Moon has engaged. Please send backup!
Corrupt Sailor Hylonome of Edelweiss HP: 44/50 HP Damage to Blights (her own): (( dealing with 5 this round )) 2+5 (1 blight destroyed. 3 blights still at 5/5 and one blight at 3/5)
The voice that called them all Fools sent chills down Hylonome's spine. Her back stiffened at the amount of menace in the word before trying to fend against the newest wave of those that dared to close in on her. Although fending off a wave of five attackers this time wasn't something that Hylonome had in mind. Her magic, as it was seemingly apparent during her recent trip to Astraya, wouldn't act as an offensive magic and she clenched her fists in frustration. She needed to group up with Prehnite so that her back could be watched and she in turn could provide a mild coverage of her own.
But that wouldn't happen if she was continuously assailed from all sides. Panting with slight exertion did the corrupt senshi of Edelweiss take in the sight of one of her five attackers being put down before attempting to get the attention of the one that called her to him. She'd caught a glimpse upon her arrival but had lost track of Prehnite since. Sucking in a lungful of air she blasted out his name, "Prehnite!!"
However hopeful that he'd hear and come to her assistance did she try to regroup and take on the rest of those monsters that continued to assail her. Four remained and Hylonome wasn't sure if she could keep up with the way they crowded around her, getting in small strikes here and there.
General Prehnite HP: 100 Damage: 10 + 1 = 11 (2x Hylonome's Blights Dead; 3x Prehnites own Remain 5/5, 5/5, 5/5) Doing: Tripping over his team Cat, Failing at being Backup!
The booming echo of a poisonous hiss gave Prehnite pause, before Hylonome's voice cut through in the aftermath, and then he was running -- scanning the crowded inky room for auras that he knew -- for his edelweiss and his sword -- could tell Hatsya's blazing from a distance, but where?
"Hatsya!" a call to one "Hylonome!" and there she was, finally, surrounded on all sides by scrabbling bodies made of ink mirroring human forms; he threw his blade like he had a thousand times before -- and faltered, finding the floor with his body as the blade disappeared into an unknown to him amount of her enemies.
"What in the actual.....Xyla!?"
A Cat!? Not just any cat though. Xyla. It was at that last moment, in noticing Xyla being there, his legs tangled round her voluptuous tail, the Cheshire bright shades n large body of the being he usually saw in slips and shades around his home.
He supposed he could only have been glad to see her. Right then? Any backup was good backup for whatever mess he'd unwittingly dragged himself and his team into.
Albite: Eternal Corrupt Senshi HP: 100 Damage to Albites Blights: 10 + 2 = 12 (1x remains at 3/5) Doing:Oooh, lookit, a biggun!
What a big, ugly, goopy, son of ah --- "On it firebrand!" n Albite did as he was told, stomped some cloying slimy ******** back into the ground neath an angry heel, "Their like hydras, right! Or Mold, or...Whatdya think Helio!?" admired the way the fray grew by leaps and bounds, as if he enjoyed being knee deep in mess, and all the energy that spiked as everything that went down splurged back up nigh exponentially.
The hissing round the walls made his teeth itch, his skin crawl, but he held ground -- looked for whichever poor reinforcements he might've accidentally dragged in...He was sure their people could handle it though! Once they got their bearings.
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Fulgurite!
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Basic Corrupt Cryolite HP: 32 Damage to Cryolites Blights: 5 + 7 = 12 ( 1x remains at 3/5 ) Doing:Getting ink'd n screaming --
“Oh my ********, why!! Albite!!"
Cause he could only imagine who, exactly, had called him from his nice cozy chair, in the middle of running through filing, dotting I's, crossing T's, making sure signatures were there electronically, physically, in triplicate notarized form...
And the next? He was being splayed over by angry, rot filled, ink; listening to tablets and phones scream across the place with eerie calls for aid...He could see why, and then not see much else as he was swarmed, and darting towards the nearest memorable swath of blue. Clawing free of his clinging enemies with sharp heel and splayed nail; slamming into Fulgurites side with a heaved breath, were there others calling the water Senshi's name? ********, did it matter so long as they survived!?
"Why is it always like this with these people! Why can't it ever be anything clean? A picnic, a park rendezvous.."
Leiutenant Diasporite HP: 44 Damage to Diasporite Blights: 5 + 6 = 11 (3/5 5/5, 5/5 5/5) Doing: Running and Fighting for his life!
As Dia thought he was taking down the final one, his gilded fingers sinking into ink, another surged fourth, and then three, and then he faced six. Quick little steps sending him thorough the first two, catching the third by a shoulder as it spun him round with a sharp splash....
He skidded into a messy slide around bodies, over growing puddles, and realized with a heaved breath that four followed, doggedly, remorseless hollows for eyes.
He almost missed being back on the alien planet, crying at himself and hiding behind his Generals coat tails out of sheer ********, too tired and overwhelmed to deal. He hardly had that advantage here, did he? Not with what he remembered from Alcors ichor covered world. Ohno..here...he was simply going to have to deal. He was suddenly oh so very glad of every second of attention and training Rak and Titan and the rest had indulged him in. Especially when the room's center swelled to new heights and the walls boomed with unseen voices, and he was catching swaths of familiar colors.
Anakeion Squire of Castor HP: 75/75 Damage to Blights: 18 -- 3/3 dead, doing 3 damage to one of Cepheus' Blights
They just kept coming. It was too hard to focus on anything beyond the swarm, almost, when it was hard to make any ground in the first place: but, hey, Anakeion was at least good at direct combat, and her shortstaff tore through these things' pitiful defenses no problem. Was that a kid over there, barely holding her ground at all? s**t. Anakeion would've run over to help the Chibi, but --
She wasn't going to leave Cepheus, whose magic was barely offensive, whose magic might not even work against weird things like these. Any injury Cepheus got was one Anakeion was going to have to coach her on how to lie to their parents about, later, and that was just no good. And even besides that she had the creeping echo of guilt, anyway, for stuff that was years old... but if both of them kept safe, everything was totes fine.
Sailor Cepheus HP: 50/50 Damage to Blights: 10 -- 2/3 dead, 1/3 at 2/5
Ew. Ew ew ew. these were so gross. Maybe this was only the second wave, but Cepheus already wanted to stop and give up and go home, take a long shower, wash her hands with soap and boiling water and sanitize them until they ached -- but there wasn't an end in sight, not yet, so she just kept trying. This time went a little faster.
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9Total: 9 (1-10)
Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2022 2:02 pm
Lacerta, Eternal DMS of Bandages HP: 82/100 (taking one-time hit of 18 damage for arriving 'late') Damage to Blight(s) Name: 10 + 9 (taking out all three of her current attackers)
It was perhaps only her imagination at first that had produced a raised eyebrow at her surroundings as a faint buzzing sounded in her ears. Arianna had been starting the process of making sure that her remaining hives were getting acclimated to the change of seasons and as of such thought for a moment that a wandering bee had found its way around the back of her head and into her hair. Gently running a hand through her strawberry-blond locks didn't relieve the buzzing sensation and with a frown the young woman sighed before realization struck. So it was with a sigh of reluctance that her henshin pen winked into view as she brought about the transformation that allowed her the means to access whomever it was that was messaging her compact.
Even as she began to move to put distance from her 'lodgings' did Lacerta flick open her compact in order to scan whatever summons it was that graced the communication device. Her gaze swiftly took in the message before she swung around to head in the proper direction of where the source of the broadcast was emanating from. For such a message to go out meant that there was a need for assistance. As she neared the location Lacerta felt the overwhelming swell of powered auras before bracing herself for the battle to come. While her allegiance was to the Dark Mirror somehow it looked like possibly everyone would need to pitch in and help in whatever way they could.
As she neared the scene of the battle Lacerta felt herself take a few strikes from unseen attackers before she settled in for what seemed like would be a rather pitched battle. Her gaze settled on an approaching trio of inky creatures before she struck out with her fists. It was true that she was mainly a healer but she had enough strength behind her strikes that the trio around her dissipated rapidly.
Corrupt Sailor Hylonome of Edelweiss HP: 44/50 HP Damage to Blights (she's attacking Prehnite's to clear those around him): 5 + 10 dice ( dealing with 5 this round ) (( 4 blights down [2 from Prehnite, 2 from her own], her remaining blights are 3/5hp)
The amount of attackers surrounding her seemed to lessen and Hylonome caught sight of Prehnite's form just as her general stumbled and fell as he got tangled up in Xyla's large feline body. Breathing heavily Hylonome grimaced before striking out at those attackers that surrounded Prehnite. It wouldn't be fair if she just left him to fight off his attackers from his prone position. Finding a strength from somewhere deep inside her rage grew as she stared down at the creatures swarming around. When she struck out it was her grimace of disdain that spoke volumes as all three of her general's attackers disintegrated under her fists. It was only fair that she returned the gesture of helping destroy those creatures attacking Prehnite as he had helped destroy some of hers. It was just enough knowing that now someone could be watching her back. The senshi of edelweiss offered Prehnite a spare hand to try and bring him off the ground as she grimaced. The grime would take a while to get used to and she sighed before speaking softly, "thanks for the assist. Gotta watch each other's backs."
Hyperborea spotted Delphi out of the corner of her eye. "Delphi, thank the stars! We've got a bit of a situation here." She said as she noticed the blight monsters reforming. She also spotted the core of the Blight. She guessed that was what needed to be destroyed. If she remembered correctly when she had fought these things on Ida all those years ago once the core was destroyed the break away blight monsters had all died for good.
But she had to get to the core first and to do that she'd have to get through the 5 monsters that were currently surrounding her. "Delphi I think we need to make our way to the core." She said point to it. "Ending that thing is probably the only way these things stay dead." She said dodged the creatures trying to lead them a safe distance away from the other fighters. Once she was sure only herself and the monsters would be caught in the blast, she raised her staff its star shaped tip glowing with silver starlight as she channeled her magic into it. She loosed her magic on the monsters flooding the dark subway with brilliant starlight.
Three of the monster disintegrated in the burning cosmic light however two of the fiends managed to survive as Hyperborea cancelled her spell to conserve her magic.
Knight Spell
She holds up her staff as the head glows silver. It creates a bright explosion of silver starlight with Hyperborea at the center. It blinds and disorientates everyone else caught in the blast with their eyes open. It causes a great burning pain in her enemies and can at player discretion leave a sunburn like wound on people. Channeling time: 60 secs. AOE: 10 ft
Fulgurite was taken by surprise by being slammed into by Cryolite, but not enough to actually react to it. He rolled with the mention of the picnic or the dirt of these things, staring down the one he was facing and ignoring the way it seemed his boss was retreating with his husband.
"We could probably stop these shits if we could get at whatever Ida's shouting about, but there's too much of them to actually leave--"
Fulgurite swung at one again with a look of disgust on his face.
Second Stage characters and Sailor Cats should roll 8+1d10 for physical damage (min 9 damage, max 1cool
Three down, three more immediately took their place. Basiluzzo also stuck close to Encke to take advantage of that ambient light, but misjudged a swing. It took two of the goopy things down, but the third one dripped angrily at him.
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2Total: 2 (1-6)
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Sailor Ran HP: 50 Damage to Blight Monsters: 12 -- B1: 0/5, B2: 0/5, B3: 3/5
Magical Direct Damage: First Stage: 10 + 1d6 damage
Ran also huddled near the light Encke was giving off, glancing over his shoulder to make sure he didn't wander too far away. He had seen this man maybe five times in his whole life, but it was better than nothing. And Ran liked being able to see at least a little bit.
He threw another shallow pit out to catch some slime figures turning his way, but was annoyed to see that, like before, one of them managed to figure out how to survive it. Ran knew he wasn't as strong as the others around him, but come on--
First Stage characters and Cats in Human Form should roll 5+1d10 for physical damage. (min 6 damage, max 15)
Imhotep recoiled back when Promethei wiped his hand on his shirt. "Hey!" Perhaps the sudden boom of Imhotep's voice was then to blame for the three sludge creatures that turned his way. Swearing colourfully, Imhotep swung on them again. "If I throw up--" one down, "I'm going to throw up," two down, "on you!" He came to a pause as the third went down, breathing heavily, before whirling to make sure Promethei was doing alright.
First Stage characters and Cats in Human Form should roll 5+1d10 for physical damage. (min 6 damage, max 15)
Tikal was not in the mood. She wasn't in the mood for trying to fight in the darkness. She wasn't in the mood for the noises the creatures made as they moved toward her. She wasn't in the mood for the noises the creatures made as she hit them.
She wasn't in the mood for the noise they made as they hit the ground, either, but at least they stopped moving, then. One, two, three, and then she had enough of a break to cast another look around. She couldn't see well, but she could definitely hear someone calling out--
