She was not running late, what are you talking about? It wasn't her fault that she'd a) been forced to work OT today and b) got caught up fighting a silly little agent four blocks over who just wouldn't stop being a t**t. Both of those things happened to her alright, and not because of her frustrations at having to work OT!
Skoll slid into the group just before Fang started the teleportation process, and hoped that no one really noticed her late arrival. She tried to be on time to things but life... sucked.
The hyena-dog thing that woke up once they'd settled onto the streets of Fang roared and she snarled in reply. Hunger. She knew hunger. She'd spent most of her life not knowing where her next meal would come from. She grew up poor, and still - even though she shared rent with Hati and Asmo - she never was quite sure if she'd still have money for food on any given day.
She'd been hungry for years now; she could handle being hungry now. Given that she'd already skipped her last meal because she was running late, what was one more cramp of hunger in her belly?
"Skoll's Pack Offensive!" she shouted, a snarl in her throat. Skoll cupped a hand to her mouth, tipped her head back, and howled, magic rippling out from her to those around her. Hunger cramped her stomach again and she gritted her teeth.
Now to wait for an opening...
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Super Sailor Attack: [ Skoll's Pack Offensive ] Skoll calls her magic and howls. This time, she and her allies, up to four, gain a small boost to speed and power, as long as they're within 15 ft of her and can hear her howl. This boost remains active for twenty seconds, and can be used twice per battle. As with her sailor scout magic, the effect is negated if an ally is out of earshot, Skoll is silenced, or an ally moves out of the 15ft radius.
Kaifeng, Squire of Saturn HP: 75 - 15 = 60 Action: not handling the chrysocyon’s magic well, throwing debris at it, sticking close to Helene. Damage:8.
The gang really was all turning out to come and help Fang clear the Chaos off his home-world, Kaifeng noted, glancing around the group with a bright little smile.
Seeing all these people turn up like this, and with so many of them seeming so very different from each other at a first glance (the only thing Kaifeng had to go off in most cases, as he hadn’t met several of the senshi and Knights who’d come out tonight)? It made Kaifeng feel even more certain that they’d triumph, no matter what. Would it be difficult? Oh, no doubt; if ridding Fang’s world of the Chaos were easy, he likely would have done it already. But with all of them together, Kaifeng didn’t doubt that they would succeed today.
(He did press a quick kiss to Helene’s knuckles before letting go of his hand. Sure, they did need to separate in case of the very likely trouble, but Helene’s hand was here to be kissed, and Kaifeng wanted to do so.)
As the Fangan capital city coalesced around them, Kaifeng stayed on his guard and held his weapon ready. He stuck close to Helene’s side, as he generally preferred to do, looking around for anything amiss—well. Anything visually amiss. The smell of rot……that part definitely counted as amiss. Even having been to Fang’s world before—even knowing that the Chaos had started making the dead walk—things before hadn’t smelled……quite like this. Like the dead wanted to crawl up his nostrils and down his throat, in the hopes that they could get Kaifeng intimately acquainted with the smell of their rot.
Burying his nose and mouth in one of his arrow sleeves, Kaifeng could only think of one thing he’d dealt with before that had smelled like this: some tightly wound Negaverse Captain in a pencil skirt and fancy jacket with fuchsia piping on it…… A few weeks back, out in one of the fine city parks, she’d objected to Kaifeng interrupting her energy draining, then swung a meteor hammer in his direction. Instead of hitting him physically, she’d knocked him back with magical force—and a smell like a ******** charnel house, besides. The spirits Kaifeng’s magic summoned up had done their own number on her in turn, and sent her running—but he’d been sick in one of the park’s trash-cans as soon as she’d high-tailed it out of there.
After scouring out his mouth with Listerine and multiple brushings back at home, Liánlí spent the rest of the night putting his face all up in Huanxi’s hair and neck, just to smell something nice. Just to be close to Huan-ge, who was alive and smelled like home instead of so much death.
The smell of the rot on Fang’s world right now, though? It was worse than all that. So much worse. And it was only through sheer determination that Kaifeng didn’t get sick over that smell once more.
He thought, for a brief, glimmering moment, that the smell would probably be the worst thing about the chrysocyon-beast who appeared before them. Sure, she was big and she looked more than slightly unpleasant, but they had a plucky group of strong magical people, ready and raring to help their friend. Chaos couldn’t possibly defeat them when they worked together……and then the creature roared.
Kaifeng gasped. His stomach growled—but only once.
Next, it churned as though shriveling up inside of him. All too well, he knew that feeling. Not one he’d let himself experience for a while.
Even before Hayden had brain-hacked him by setting the most annoying alarms on his phone to make Liánlí remember to consistently eat enough, hunger hadn’t wracked him quite like this. Even back in Cambridge for undergrad, when Huang Zhìháo had made stupid, self-harming mealtime choices specifically to spite his parents as though Huang Yìchéng and Xiao Yùlán had actually given a damn, the hunger had never once hit him quite like this. It had made his head throb, ache like it wanted to spin clean off his neck. It had made him nauseated and mildly unsteady on his feet. It had made him sluggish and whiny and a little bit pathetic.
But as Kaifeng tried (and failed) to stare defiantly up at the chrysocyon-beast, the hunger that she’d wrought on him felt so much deeper. He dug his fingertips at the center of his stomach, trying to cause enough pressure that he would feel something, anything. Because the hunger that settled heavy on Kaifeng now—it had roared so loudly and made him ache so much that he’d gone numb.
He thought of darkness, the only light coming from the hallway, through the crack beneath the door. His lungs clenched up and his body mostly froze. Scared to move because too much noise would mean he stayed there longer. Sandwiched between old luggage and the wall, with a heavy cloud of people’s coats hitting him in the face if he shifted too much in the wrong direction. Yang Zimei had one she’d loved for wintertime, floor-length and punishingly heavy, brown and black, made from the fur of more rabbits than Zhìháo had known. Somehow, it had always figured out a way to find him, to hit him.
And he must have been in there ages, to feel so hungry, which meant that he hadn’t earned his freedom yet with silence and good behavior. If Huang Zhiming had his cop friends over, then a single wrong sound could make this stop, but then what would happen to Xiaying, the baby? To Jiawei and Jiayi, the troublesome twins? They must have been over tonight, for Zhìháo to feel like this, which meant that dinner wasn’t coming. Nobody would come for him. He couldn’t drown in this hunger because who knew when it would end, but what else could Zhìháo do? He couldn’t see. He could barely breathe. And everything inside him ached so much that sobbing until he passed out felt like the kinder fate—
The sound of someone howling (Skoll) shook him back to the present.
Kaifeng took a deep, shuddering breath.
He looked to his side, at Helene, his zhiyin and the clearest evidence that Kaifeng was not back in Boston, that he was not Zhìháo, trapped in the hallway closet for some alleged misbehavior. This hunger—Kaifeng couldn’t begin to imagine how bad it must have felt for Helene, after everything he’d been through on his own world……considering how hungry he’d been when he’d first found Kaifeng and Kaifeng had brought him home.
Although the hunger didn’t abate through sheer willpower, it didn’t matter. Kaifeng would not allow it to make him useless, like it had done to Zhìháo. Picking up some debris, not even remotely considering what it was aside from heavy enough to make an impact, probably, Kaifeng flung it directly at the chrysocyon-beast.
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Valhalla had never experienced hunger. He knew he was spoiled, knew he had a good life that others didn’t all get to experience. He knew people in his own family had a much harder time than himself. He knew Ganymede had her own suffering that she’d dealt with over the years.
Even as the ache of hunger gnawed at him, all he could think about was how confident he was that they’d go home and have some lasagna, or anything else they had available to them.
But he could feel the tension from Ganymede, especially when she staggered into him, and he could see the way it was affecting everyone around them.
He met Ganymede’s gaze and nodded. He only took a step back as much as necessary to allow her gown and wings some space to bloom out, but held his staff ready to direct his own magic at the great chrysocyon.
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No longer does his magic just cause a reversal in movement, but contact with his magic causes vertigo, in which his opponent temporarily loses their internal sense of direction, as well. There is no up or down, no left or right. The effect would cause one to feel as though everything around them was spinning, even if they stood stationary. Or even the sensation of falling, despite being on solid ground. Imagine sticking your head at the end of a baseball bat and spinning around several times, and then having to run across a field. Now, even if someone is able to figure out how to best the reversal magic, they would still be under the effect of the sensation of vertigo. After being released from the attack, an opponent may still feel dizzy, or even nauseous, but the reaction and effect is pretty open to player interpretation.
Sailor Alastor, Eternal Senshi of Despair HP: 85/100 Damage: (Direct Damage ; 10 + 2d6) = 13 Action: Standing with Sessrumnir and Lucien, attacking using second stage magic
Very briefly before they arrived on Fang, Alastor had the opportunity to wave to Procyon. All hope of friendliness was short lived; they had next to no time to engage before trouble found them.
Fang’s world must have been desperate for help to deposit them all right here, right now.
Alastor couldn’t blame it. The chrysocyon in front of them was large and sickly and undoubtedly the source of the sudden unease that swept through him.
He was familiar with the sudden sharp pang of starvation. He’d lived on little more than bark and weeds towards the end of his time alone on his world. Alastor had eaten his fair share of odd things just to fill his stomach. He wasn’t ashamed of it.
He’d survived.
But right now, he was keenly aware of the sharp, stabbing ache of hunger–real hunger. Desperate hunger.
It didn’t matter that he’d eaten before they arrived, or that there was plenty of food back at the house, or that he was carrying snacks right now. He was starving.
The corners of his vision were speckled black, and his clothes felt heavy. He was exhausted, but he remembered the need to keep moving to make sure he wouldn’t just lay down and not get up.
Hunger so intense it felt like knives scraping your insides. The burning panic you had to shove down because fear burned energy you didn’t have. His pulse had picked up. He wasn’t panicking but he wasn’t calm by any means.
He couldn’t stop fighting. That was how it was on Alastor.
If you stopped fighting, you died.
Sessrumnir’s voice broke through and gave him something to grab onto, something to focus on.
They had food at home.
Things weren’t how they used to be. He didn’t have to pick a book to see what flavor it was, or wonder if the dirt in the garden had any nutrients left.
He balled his hand into his fist and nodded, partly to Lucien and partly to Sessrumnir.
This had to be magic. It wasn't a nightmare, though he’d dreamed about such hunger before. Michael had never pressed about the snacks he kept by the bedside and he’d never nagged about how many he kept everywhere. Just in case.
Maybe I can take you to dinner after this,’ he suggested, as much for Sessrumnir as it was for himself. His stomach hurt. It didn’t growl but he could still feel his stomach muscles trembling desperately.
It was so hard to think, so hard to regulate his thoughts, to speak.
But Alastor had always fought. When things were toughest, it was no different. He pushed himself beyond his limits because when the only alternative was to give up, it wasn’t really an alternative.
Alastor was stronger now than the last time he felt this sensation, and though he stayed close to Sessrumnir and Lucien, he was not afraid of combat, or getting up close to do what damage he could. For now, he at least had the luxury of using magic.
He was ready to fight, rot for rot.
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As Alastor casts his magic, all enemies within a twelve foot radius will suddenly feel flushed with heat, as though they are at the peak of sickness. They may feel winded, feverish, fatigued, or disoriented, and an itchy, sometimes painful black rash will spread across them, starting at their appendages and working towards their heart. The sickness seems to turn blood black, creating frightening sights as the skin discolors. This sudden surge of sickness may cause panic or alarm, as their bodies may feel as though they are rapidly shutting down. Despair consumes them, as if there is no hope for recovery or any means to ease their symptoms. The magic lasts for thirty five seconds and has two uses. The magic will only affect those in the area when it was cast. Players may choose the severity of their symptoms or if there are any lasting effects.
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Squire Halle of Lysithea HP: 60/75 Action: using shield magic to block half of the damage for Ngome
This was the first time Halle had gotten to see the leftovers of an actual settlement in space, more than just a lone building. But there was little time in the way for sight-seeing. The chaos creature was huge and...yeah that was a zombie, wasn't it? It's harsh and throaty roar ripped through the air, and Halle was slamming down a shield of magic before the echoes fully faded.
Ngome would find a large wooden shield, the shape of a colorful unicorn head appear before her. Not quite enough to block all of the physical and psychological attack, but still effective to reduce the hit by about half.
Before dismissing the shield magic, Halle took a moment to scan the area, noting that Lisse was doing fine. More than fine, really. And Princess Lysithea was...pretty strong. And protected by a pretty strong knight already. Even as hunger began to gnaw at his insides, he felt relief that he wouldn't have to try and answer the question of what was he supposed to do for some stranger that was his...something.
For now, nothing seemed pretty good. He'd rather protect the Lysithean Page who was way more vulnerable in this battle anyway.
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Squire: A simple wooden long shield shaped like a unicorn head Defensive magic: summons a 6'x 12' version of the wooden shield, while it only blocks magic and physical attacks from one direction, it is a physical manifestation that also blocks line of sight as to what's going on behind it. magic pool: 45 seconds
Adria, Eternal Senshi of Sunsets HP: 85/100 Damage: (Indirect Damage ; 10 + 2d4) = 17 Action: With Varuna and Daphne, casting his magic at the chrysocyon
Adria had no time to greet Daphne. He knew things were going to move quickly, but he always felt like he was tripping up when things really got moving. He wasn’t surprised that everyone had taken the best stance to be effective. It was nerve wracking to get here and immediately be thrust into battle, but Varuna knew him well enough that she took the time to make sure he stayed grounded. She gave him a brief moment of peace, and even as he felt a strange hunger spread through him, he was at peace.
Mostly.
It was distracting, and strange; he usually felt like he wanted to throw up when he was in battle–and against a half-rotten creature like the one haunting fang? Food seemed like it should be the last thing on his mind.
He wanted to call for everyone to be safe but he already knew they’d do their best. Well, maybe not Michel, but everyone else was trustworthy. He looked at Daphne, somewhat in apology and somewhat in gratitude. He didn’t mind Varuna’s silence, and he didn’t contribute much in the way of conversation anyway.
His teeth were grit too tightly for any words to get out, anyway.
He nodded to Varuna, to Daphne. They’d know what they could do best, and he knew what he could do best.
Even if it was just distract.
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Adria summons three baseball sized glowing orbs into his hand and is capable of throwing each one up to ten feet away. Once thrown, the orbs, mimicking a sun, will begin to set. Everyone within a five foot radius of the orb will feel a peaceful warmth wash over them; they will feel compelled to watch the orb set. It is relaxing but not threatening; the orb can do no damage to anyone who comes in contact with it nor the ground beneath it. The attack is primarily distraction and stronger willed individuals can break free of its spell. The multiple orbs increase the probability that even a strong willed opponent will not be able to break free of the distraction (if they are thrown in the same area), though it also gives him the opportunity to aim towards multiple targets if needbe. The attack will last for thirty seconds and can be used three times per battle.
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DSS Grieve of The Collapse HP: 35/50 Damage: 14 Action: starvin marvin is using a magic and shootin the s**t
Looking around with a casual eye, ah yes, another ******** barely there remnant of a whole ******** civilization, Grieve opened her mouth to greet Murikabushi. But the roar had her snapping her mouth shut. No ********' waiting around for niceties with this one huh? It really did smell gross in a kind of delicious way. <********> that roar though. Magic a** bullshit attack at least do some real...
Ah.
Hello hunger. Hello the aching emptiness with no promise of even a shadow of some comfortable moment of sated ********' anything. Hello the twitching hands, the mouth faintly working open again and again to receive air. The motions of food.
Hearing Murikabushi's declaration and challenge, Grieve gave a raspy laugh. He was definitely not Airan, finely polished and moving as if a thousand eyes and expectations waited his next move. This Murikabushi seemed...not young, but maybe just raw in certain ways. And there were the ears...too ******** bad, that.
With a gesture, Grieve cast her own magic, from the crumbling of foundations of a house to the fall of empire, she felt the comfort of The Collapse (of all things, but right now, just this thing) at her fingertips. It doesn't always work these days, or hit where it should, but this time it struck true, haloed and then disappearing within the light and ice and effects of other magics. <********, this s**t gets blinding." She should find some storage space for a pair of sunglasses if she going to these senshi parties.
Adjusted to the familiar, centuries old ache of hunger, Grieve grinned at Murikabushi, "Bet that felt pretty cool, huh? Telling your clone in power to <******** off. Only thing missing was a ********' rain of black rose petals."
Ah, by Cosmos' clenched a**, there were princesses popping wings all over the place. What did this Fang guy do to corral them all up here? Hopefully Earth's Chaos never gets wind of his bait level.
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One Will Fall Grieve will either say the phrase while looking at the target, point while looking at the target, or directly touch the target's limb in order to cast. When hit with the attack, the target will feel their body collapsing in on itself with a pair of limbs (either both arms or both legs) feeing completely crushed under the pressure and no longer able to move or support their body . No lasting damage unless the player decides the target took some from any resulting fall. Range: 10 feet Targets: single Duration: 15s Uses: 3 2
Malus, Eternal Senshi of Glass HP: 85/100 Damage: (Indirect Damage ; 10 + 2d4) = 15 Action: Casting his magic at the chrysocyon
Everything seemed to happen so quickly, and for as much as Malus would have liked to stay with his friends, it made sense that everyone went into action mode. Rose had seemed nice and responsible–probably good for Reims. It was nice to meet her, even if only fleetingly. Reims had given him a look and Malus had nodded. He thought he understood so he took no offense. Reims had a group he went out with, a group he knew and trusted. Malus believed they were better off with him watching their back. He wasn’t sad to see him go, he knew he was in good hands and so were his friends.
Still, Malus kept an eye on where everyone had dispersed–at least, as much as he could manage.
Everyone seemed like they were in a better place now so he did his best not to worry.
It was easier said than done, especially when he felt the strange sensation of hunger wash through him.
It had to be unnatural. It wasn’t an emotion he’d ever felt in battle before, and not one that he had any reason to be feeling now. He’d eaten before he came out, that was just common sense. It was a normal portioned meal–not too much to make himself sick and not too little to let himself be weak.
He didn’t really have time to think about it. He knew it was wrong. Maybe it was just his brain sending him the wrong message? Hunger instead of fear?
Sure, maybe.
If anyone–anything–was responsible, he suspected it was going to be the unnatural creature in front of them. It reeked of more than just rot and chaos. It made him squirm. He didn’t think Fang was doing well but he’d lost him in the crowd.
Michel was there, though. It was better than Malus could offer. He had faith in his friends, far more than himself, but he was going to do his best, anyway. He had a few spells in his arsenal; he just hoped they were enough to do something.
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Malus targets up to three opponents; each target becomes trapped in their own stained glass illusion. The world around them seems to transform into a vivid glass portrait. Players may determine if the illusion resembles the world around them or takes on new forms. Colors may seem to blend together and strange light may be disorienting. Attacking something will shatter its stained glass illusion, however the illusion will break into magical glass shards that may cause the sensation of slicing damage. The player can choose to retain physical damage after the magic ends. The magic lasts for thirty five seconds and can be used twice per battle.
Amarynthos, Knight of the Moon HP: 100/100 (Healed by Ephesus) Damage: (Indirect Damage ; 10 + 3d4) = 17 Action: Casting his magic at the chrysocyon, holding Ephesus
With all of the commotion going on around them, Amarynthos could feel stress bubbling up inside of him. He felt sick with hunger and–
Well, he wasn’t really sure what the other sensation was. Realistically speaking, he knew he didn’t need to eat right now, so the thought of why he felt that way was as distracting as feeling that way.
The group had spread in a few different directions–not far, not enough that he had to worry. It was difficult to stay so close together when there was so much going on.
Ephesus was close to him, though. The smell of honey overpowered the smell of rot and brought Mary to his senses. Ephesus had stepped away but Mary didn’t need him to. His hand shot out and wrapped around Effie’s waist, tugging him closer.
“It’s okay, Effie,” he said softly. He could see him struggling with something but he couldn’t quite understand what. He didn’t look hurt. “Stay with me,” he said, and held him close. He didn’t have to run up and hit the giant, he had magic, too. “Thank you for looking after me.”
He felt better after Ephesus used his magic and he wanted to return the favor. “Whatever this is, we’re okay, Effie. I promise.”
And the faster they got out of this, the better. Amarynthos clutched his staff tightly and used a quick burst of his magic. If he had to get up close to fight, okay. He could.
But he was going to hold Ephesus for as long as he could.
The others were already doing a good job; they were nearby enough that he could still tell where everyone was–and there was Reims! Holding Dering, though. Amarynthos stiffened but no one seemed hurt so he tried to focus on the chrysocyon for now.
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Moonlight sparkles in the air around Amarynthos and all enemy targets within fifteen feet will feel enlightened; they will become hypercritical of their flaws and shortcomings, and may rapidly be filled with regret for instances where they failed in the past. The forced introspection can be incredibly distracting and make targets feel overwhelmed and unable to interact with the present. They may suffer physical symptoms of stress, such as aches and pains, a racing heart, dizziness, exhaustion, or even anxiety or irritability. The magic can be channeled for up to 60 seconds; the circle will move with Amarynthos but if characters leave the radius the effects will fade. Players can choose to take lasting damage if they prefer, but otherwise all symptoms will fade when the magic is no longer being channeled.
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Dering, Squire of Lysithea HP: 60/75 Action: Being carried by Reims, trying to call for Lisse to come too
Dering had been swept off his feet. He thought he might have fallen, or maybe just fallen asleep but he felt arms around him and he tensed. It felt like fire on his skin and he opened his mouth to apologize, but–
Oh, it was Reims. He tried to breathe a sigh of relief or offer a greeting but instead he felt a burning shame.
“I can do it,” he blurted, and halfheartedly squirmed in his arms. “I’m okay, I can do it.” He didn’t know who he was saying it to. Reims had only ever been supportive. Everyone here had only been supportive.
So maybe the only person Dering was actually trying to convince was himself.
He wiped at his eyes quickly on the back of his sleeve, like he could undo the damage if he just looked the part. His lip was trembling despite his best efforts to keep it firm and he was so ashamed that he couldn’t even look at Reims. Who he was happy to see! But he couldn’t just–they couldn’t see him like this.
He held his lute tightly, so close to his chest and so firmly that his fingers were red and his nails split and maybe he’d even bruise in the morning. He didn’t let go.
His mind was in a thousand different places, but that was what hunger did. He couldn’t focus. He heard whispers from people who weren’t here, but they sounded so real that he looked anyway.
He saw Lisse, though. They weren’t even far away from him; Dering could probably reach out and grab his sleeve if he weren’t holding his lute so tightly.
He stopped struggling in Reim’s arms. He didn’t have the energy, and it was so easy to just sink into that warmth. He knew he was supposed to keep fighting, he wasn’t just supposed to give in. He just found somewhere else to direct his energy.
“Wait–Reims, I can’t–my friend, Lisse. He’s right there–make sure he comes, please. I’m supposed to watch his back.”
Although, he wasn’t doing a very good job of that when his vision was so dim. Reims could help. He already was. But he was strong, and he could protect anyone. Just like Lisse. And Dering could try, even if right now he was miserable and overwhelmed and starving. He couldn’t think straight.
But he wanted his friends to stay together. They’d gone through more than this. He just needed to get ahold of himself.
Truthfully it took Ellicott way longer then it should have actually wrap her head around the surge of action around her. She had been so use to singular fights that such a concerted effort to deal with the zombie creature had thrown her off her stride. Magic was being tossed right and left. There were even a few physical attacks but she was still standing there, stuck in her indecisiveness.
After longer then it should have been the young woman shook off her uncertainty and ran towards a few people. She had no idea who any of them were, and honestly didn't care, but knew that everyone was in the same boat. So for the first time in a very long time she muttered the key phrase that sparked the welling of magic through her. Her shoes dug into the ground as she followed a pattern that only her magic knew. It wasn't a very long 'dance' but it was enough to help at least a little. She could still feel the gnawing hunger but it had eased some. She could only hope it helped... it wasn't much but if her magic could help she would burn through it without hesitation.
Physically engaging the monster might have been a smarter move, what with her training, but if movies had taught her one thing it was not to go near zombies. Ever.
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Ellicott does a strong, driving, war dance and as her feet pound out the steps on the ground the members of order around her feel a upsurge of strength, courage, determination, and power. Only the order members in a 5 foot diameter feel the affects of her dance and the affects last only as long as the dance does or 20 seconds, which ever comes first. This can only be used three times in battle.
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Lisse, Squire of Lysithea HP: (75-15) 60 Action: Panicking that Dering was just kidnapped! Following, offering animal crackers to Dering.
Lisse had tamped down the panic that rose in himself when he turned and saw Dering’s face, and then watched him run to the monster and attack him with what he had. Something was wrong, he knew that and it wasn’t something…productive, but he had some food in his subspace pocket. Maybe it would do something to help. “Der–”
The Squire began, hand in subspace to pull out the colorful box of animal crackers, when Dering was suddenly…for lack of a better word.
Kidnapped. But some guy in a top hat, and it made the panic and confusion that was already muddling Lisse’s head turn into alarm bells.
“H-hey!”
He moved after the other Squire, knowing in his heart that he wouldn’t hurt Dering, but not knowing what this even was. Dering was upset, and Lisse wanted to help and now…
He heard Dering telling the Squire to make sure that he came and he moved closer. “I’m right here, I have food. I can’t…I have food, if that will help?” He opened the package with trembling fingers and held them out to Dering, not knowing what else to do.
He never seemed to know how to help his friend. But feeding him. That was something he was good at…and if the feeling of hunger had done this…then Lisse was just going to do what he was best at. “You’re going to be okay. We’re here. We’re going to go to dinner after this, my treat. I’ll…all of your friends okay? We’ve got this, Dering.”
Pleione however wasn't so moved by Procyon, because he'd already tried to explkain to the other that he didn't want to do senshi things, but here he was and the other was off and making to attack that zombie like creature. Maybe he should do the other a favor and sit them down to watching Walking Dead, or a few zombie movies? They weren't his cup of tea, far from it infact, and he didn't like this whole senshi thing and didn't like forming any attatchment to this world...but it might help this one understand that you don't go running towards things which were alive when they shouldn't be. Not unless you wanted to join the undead.
Shaking his head, and still shaken by the sight and the feeling of hunger, his hand had drifted down to his stomach as he stood there watchihng what was going on. Why did he feel so hungry? He knew it was magic, the logical part of his mind told him as much, but he still felt hungry. He wanted to sit down with a large shepards pie, or something else hearty, and just eat. But here he was unable to do that. As he took a step back his heel hit a rock, causing him to turn and scoop the rock up, turning around he threw the rock at the beast then.
Hp: 75 - 15= 60 Action: Direct Damage, effected by dance magic +4 Damage: (Rolling) 2d6 + 10 = 21
Vela couldn't think of a magic that would better complement hers than a dance magic, she didn't try to get out of the magic's way she embraced it. Letting its magic give her strength in the battle against the zombie creature. She let her magic dance of flames fly once more. Attacking the chaos creature, with the falling embers of her magic. "Thanks." She shouted out at the senshi that had aided her with their magic. Together they would be able to bring this chaos under control, no problem. She just knew it.
Appreciating Varuna and Adria, using her basic attack on the creature.
One minute they were in a park, and Daphne was lost in her thoughts, even as she attempted to join the others.
It wasn't even a moment after they arrived on the world, though, that the Chaos, in the form of that awful rotting chrysocon that she'd helped Fang track, attacked. The roar rattled her bones. If Adria's friend, the woman in white (Varuna), hadn't caught her, she might have fallen all the way apart.
Even so, she grit her teeth against the sudden hunger that growled in her ribs. She hadn't felt like this since the war on Daphne had made food scarce, the last few days that she'd lived there, or afterwards, when she'd arrived on Earth after being frozen against time, having technically not eaten for a thousand years.
In some ways, the sensation helped, though.
She didn't know what to do about Chaos. She didn't know if fighting was worth it, if hope itself was worth it.
Hunger, though? That she could fix.
She wrapped her tail around the woman's waist, just for a moment before she pulled away, because the contact did help and she wanted to return it. Then, she nodded to Adria, wanting to be there for him, too.
"We're going to destroy this," she told them. "And then I'm going to make us all dinner."
Kinship, she thought, reaching out her arms towards the beast, seeing the way that Fang was trembling and hoping she could at least distract it somewhat. If that failed, she was ready to punch it.
