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Sleet Tempest Snape

Noble Vampire

PostPosted: Sat Feb 15, 2025 6:44 pm


General Benitoite
Action: Speaking to Murikabushi and Kerberos.

Turning and staring at Murikabushi the petite blond nodded slowly, thoughtfully. "So then you are seeing the now and I saw the beginning - that what was and what can be again. So a beast, a god to ancient people perhaps, who was bound and locked away. Still might fit with myths that have been written down and taught verbally for a long time, things change and parts were lost, but the bare bones are still there. Changed, altered, as it's changed languages and people over the times but it lives and breaths below us then. What I saw shows what it's done and will do again...if allowed to free itself and hunt again." Lovely, just lovely, and he'd only just turned twenty nine recently. He did hope he'd see thirty, if he got lucky, he just wasn't sure he wouldn't have a good amount of grey hairs joining him then.

"So we need to get down to it and kill it - before it kills us all...before it does to us what it did in the past." Before it did what he'd seen it do in the past. He had seen Hercules as a child, not because he wanted to see it but other younger members of his family had, and as much as he doubted Disney for faithfully telling stories, one hundread and one dalmations as a prime example, he did remember the Titans had been locked up under ground. While this didn't sound like a Titan, as they'd been human like gods as far as he remembered, it did have a similar feel to it. He was still betting on Norse of constellations as well. But that didn't mean all three weren't true...as he's pointed out. Stories changed over time, across languages and boarders, it could have all come from one story, whatever this story was, and ti had given birth to the ones he was thinking of and potentially others.

"We need to kill it." He said, again, more firmly while nodding his head.

"It might wish to be free but it's freedom would be an end for us." Finally the senshi at Jet's side gained his attention as he turned once more, facing them, he stared for a moment before speaking. "Celestial theater...like a theater for plays or what sort of theater?" Tapping his foot, thinking, trying to process thigns and put pieces of a puzzle together, it was coming together but far slower than he liked, he didn't have all the pieces and it bothered him. This was important and to not be able to figure it all out...it was bothersome to say the least.


Sara Draconia

Guine

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Noir Songbird
PostPosted: Sat Feb 15, 2025 7:04 pm


In the main room:

    The eye on the wall briefly followed Encke’s flashlight when thrown, but it was almost as if its concentration had broken. No longer did it have such a tight grip on Kerberos or Encke, but it seemed as though it was trying to see everything in the room. Several times, the eye flickered, like the energy was too much to sustain it, but it always hummed back to life after a few seconds.

    Once, the piece would have depicted a bright world, blue and green and full of life. Now, as Jet inspected it, it was entirely black and grey. It looked like a hornet’s nest, withered and melted and dead.

    Though Chalcanthite was making no effort to maintain the energy orb, it stayed collected at his fingertips. On Earth, he would have had to focus to keep it out and in this form, but here it seemed as though it was doing the work for him.

    If he tried to dismiss it, to store it away, he would find that he could do so just as easily as on Earth. Even without close scrutiny, he could tell that the orb was uniquely super charged. It was as if he’d collected pure energy. Its power was raw and untarnished.

    As he looked into the darkness down each hallway, he might hear a whispering–a summoning. Only the darkest of the hallways, near the dim circle at the top of the hexagon, was foreboding. Something about the other hallways, sans the one Faustite and Heliodor had traveled down, seemed to be trying to get his–their–attention.


    As Encke pushed, fought, through the haze of cosmic distance, there was a sudden vibrant spark, like a tendril reaching out for him. The shadows closed in, smothering, biting, but his will–and his world’s–were a force to contend with.

    He expended no shortage of energy, but his efforts were rewarded.

    Finally, after great strife, he felt it. The tether to his world snapped back into place. The wails stopped, but the echoes ricocheted faintly in his mind.


    Aquamarine’s attempt to interact with the third wall yielded a somewhat different experience than Chalcanthite; what he saw on the mural shifted faintly. If he hadn’t been paying attention, he might have missed the crack in the spike. Each hammer emphasized the darkness in the spike.

    While the General could feel the energy coursing through the walls, only drops of energy collected at his fingertips. Small, purple orbs seemed to be painstakingly forming, like so much energy was being lost that it was trickling through his grasp.

    In contrast to the perfectly crafted spike Chalcanthite had seen, the mural showed Aquamarine an imperfect one. After a few seconds, the light on the mural flickered; when it returned, it was as it had been before.


    The more Solaris tried to analyze the stars, the farther away from her memory they felt. Not obvious at first, but noticeable after a few seconds of diligent inspection, she could notice the way the stars flickered in and out of the sky. The mural appeared oddly eternal–she was seeing the death, and birth, of stars on the horizon. She wasn’t seeing just one sky–she was seeing many. It was a record of not just one world, but many.

In the side room:

    In death, the once-Knight held onto the brooch with an unnatural force, as if it could not be parted from this holy artifact.

    And yet, its fingers snapped and crumbled to dust near effortlessly.

    There was something lonely about the star, but with it was a strange testament to eternity. Magic hummed just under his touch, and the star itself seemed to glow with it.


    Where Faustite and Heliodor moved, light still followed. A circle had grown beneath Faustite as he crouched.

    Basked in it, it seemed to charge the five pointed star, and in the recesses of his mind, like a distant dream, he could just barely make out an unfamiliar expanse of space. The memory felt ancient, preserved in time and trapped, here. Faustite had an innate knowing that he was looking into the past. He looked through someone’s–something’s?–eyes. Stars and planets were distant blurs.

    The memory shifted. It felt less rooted in the past. It was a new sky, light years beyond the last.

    Worlds, life, was just out of reach.

    Something shifted. Suddenly, it wasn’t a memory. Suddenly, it was the sky he’d seen in the mural. Suddenly it was present.

    Suddenly, it felt dangerously near.


    As Heliodor walked down the hallway, he would find that the symbols illuminated more with his presence, and dimmed somewhat when he wasn’t directly in front of them. There bore no similarities to any language found on Earth, and yet the script seemed to give the impression of desperation–and hope. There was something reassuring about it–unlike the darkness in the doorway.

    When Heliodor’s hand pressed into gloom, it disappeared almost completely. Though there were shadows and shapes beyond the wall, once he came into contact with it, his hand completely disappeared within it. The darkness itself was cold, enveloping. He could feel his hand, it had just disappeared from sight. There was nothing beyond his grip, nothing to hold onto, just cold.


    And then, suddenly, a gust of cold wind rushed from the barrier, pushing Heliodor back with the weight of a tidal wave.

    The pressure alone was enough to steal the breath from his lungs; it was too icy to inhale. He was unharmed, but there was a strange pressure in his chest, in his bones. He vibrated. The shadows in the doorway rippled as the air was expelled. When it stopped, they stilled. A pause. Suddenly, with the same force as he’d been pushed back, he was sucked towards the barrier once more. There was nothing to grab onto, no purchase to find on the smooth stone. He was flung back into the shadows as if they were trying to claim him. His arms pressed in, his face–

    For twenty seconds, it pulled.

    During all of it, he couldn’t breathe–but he could see, just a bit. An infinite expanse of stars before him. He could feel wind on his face. In the distance, maybe he heard the crackling of lightning, only an echo in his mind.

    And then, the pull released him. The barrier churned suddenly, dense and resilient. If he touched it again, he’d find that sparks gathered around him.

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As before, anything written in black is free for all characters to respond to (unless otherwise clarified) but if something is color coded in the specific way then the information is only known to that character: Faustite, Heliodor, Benitoite, Chalcanthite, Aquamarine, Jet, Murikabushi , Kerberos, Solaris, Encke. You can use this opportunity to continue investigating or discuss what you have found; if you attempt to leave the main room, you will lose the opportunity to continue investigating there. There are only two more mule posts before the closing post; if there is anything else you want to investigate before being moved from the main room, you have very limited time to do that. Things will begin changing in the next post.

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PostPosted: Sat Feb 15, 2025 7:21 pm


Dorothy” (Eternal Murikabushi of Hunger)
Action: Asking Benitoite a perfectly reasonable question. Then, conferring with the others. No investigation yet.

Murikabushi listened to the General he’d never met before with an open mind, but the more he heard, the more he frowned uneasily. “Respectfully, General, but are you serious,” he said, the self-protective tears somewhat starting to clear up as Muri’s face spoke to exactly how little he could believe what he was hearing right now. “We are talking about an ancient, magical world-eater, and there are eight of us. Ten, assuming we can pull Faustite and Heliodor out of the room they went to. I respect the nerve, I really do. But if we try to break into the prison on our own and fight that thing now? The Negaverse is going to lose two General-Sovereigns, two Generals, an Eternal senshi, and a Captain—and when we fail to stop it, we’re going to leave it free to go attack the Earth. They won’t be prepared at all if we don’t get back there alive.”

Sleet Tempest Snape
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PostPosted: Sat Feb 15, 2025 7:36 pm


General Benitoite
Action: Speaking to Murikabushi.

Smiling, a soft smile, the blond nodded slowly. "Oh no, I know that. I'm not looking to widdle down the number of General King's we have, they are rather important after all. But we still do need to get down there and kill that beast, ancient and magical as it is, I don't care if it were to opent he gates of hell itself - it needs to die. When is another matter entierly. We need to gather as many as we can, senshi, knights, Negaverse and corrupted senshi. Anyone who will come, the more the merrier I figure, and we need to find a way back here as a united force." As much as he didn't like playing nice with order, and it hurt to speak the words he was, he knew they were needed. It also would help the cause if a good amount of senshi, and knights, perished against the beast. He could be hopeful after all; nothing wrong with that.

"We can all go back to maiming, and killing, each other after we've found a way to it's prison and dealt with it in a permanent manner. But we need to figure out where we are first, then how to return here." Because they would need to gather something of an army to handle sujch a beast, as Murikabushi described it. It was a world eater and they would have to take it on and win, or everyone else on Earth would suffer for it.

"Dark mirror senshi as well, if it pleases them to join us." He could talk to their Prince, lay things out to him, and make the case for his court to join them. He didn't think Remarque would avoid this fight as he'd likely see the importance of it. It was just a matter of time before this beast broke free. When it did...it would let them all feel it's rage.

"I also want a fang from it when it's dead." For his office, of course, he wanted a trophy.


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Sleet Tempest Snape

Noble Vampire


Sunshine Alouette

Eternal Senshi

PostPosted: Sat Feb 15, 2025 7:54 pm


General Aquamarine
Action: Throwing ideas around

Aquamarine took his hand away from the wall, drops of energy at his fingertips, ill-formed and insubstantial.

“I saw them—whoever the ******** they were—hammering one of the spikes. It had a crack in it.”

Had it been faulty from the start? Was any of what they’d been seeing real to begin with? Were the murals literal, an exact recreation of what happened in the past, or a metaphor? The girl Senshi spoke of stories from her world. Myths. Cautionary tales. Benitoite, too, spoke of the stuff of legend. The truth may still not be represented by what they saw here.

“How do we know for sure this isn’t the prison?” he called out to the rest, raising his voice to be heard over the conversation they’d fallen into. He stared across the room, to the flickering eye on the opposite wall. “The thing was trapped somehow, we know that much, but you’re assuming it’s beneath us. What, like a ******** basilisk locked in a chamber? Does it have to be that literal? What if it’s already here, around us, trying to reform? The spikes there,” Aquamarine gestured to the previous mural he’d examined, where he’d seen the one spike begin to break and the lightning lose its uniform nature and dance erratically, “and the flashes of lightning… the hexagon you see on the floor, they were tied together. The hexagon reacted to every strike of lightning. Is it some sort of seal? You’re all magic, aren’t you? Doesn’t s**t get sealed away by magic people all the time, not necessarily in physical form. So maybe that piece of s**t there broke,” he gestured to the dark circle, “and some of it’s leaked out. I don’t know if any of you have noticed, but that ******** eye over there hasn’t gone away.”

Whatever the truth actually was, he felt like a ******** idiot stumbling around in the dark, trying to piece it all together.


Guine
Sleet Tempest Snape
Sara Draconia
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Noir Songbird
Kaefaux
Seiana_ZI
PostPosted: Sun Feb 16, 2025 6:07 am


General King Jet
Action: Still dragging Kerberos around.
Passively Inspecting: The giant eye on the wall.
Actively Inspecting: The floor where the dark circle is, wanting to determine if it needs energy from them to be reestablished.

Jet eyed the giant eye on the wall warily. It wasn’t as though it could jump out at them, and it wasn’t anything so unusual that he was shocked by it. Maybe he was just used to seeing Arles peering at him through the shadows and being creepy in general that a giant eye in a potential prison for a world devouring beast didn’t really phase him.

At least not externally.

While others seemed to be panicking, Jet did what he could to settle his heart from racing as it was. He was desperately trying to piece together everything they’d learned, everything they’d experienced.

In the darkness, Jet hadn’t sought out the overwhelming energy signature that had filled the room before -- the only energy signature. He wasn’t able to determine its origin in the dark, and now that there was light, he couldn’t tell where it was coming from still. The creature, perhaps?

He nodded acknowledgement to Chalcanthite, grateful for him sharing his experience. To Benitoite, he struggled not to let his expression twist into heavy concern for him and what he experienced. He was not thrilled that Aquamarine was messing with the walls, but maybe he was onto something.

Jet shook his head at Benitoite and his suggestions.

“We won’t have the power to do it ourselves,” he said, almost in a daze as he tried desperately to process what all of this could mean, trying to navigate the growing dread in his heart.

They couldn’t access their weapons. They couldn’t access their magic. It seemed as though the energy was leaking from the room, manifesting in ways that it shouldn’t.

He’d never heard of a Celestial Theatre before. He knew the Moon likely had some kind of fortress but he didn’t know what the significance of it was. Jet once again looked at the charred piece of the ceiling in his hand, but was immediately drawn to Aquamarine’s discovery about the wall he was at.

If Aquamarine was right--

Jet felt the hair on the back of his neck raise.

Were they called there in a desperate attempt to keep the creature at bay? They were all powerful in their own right, at least from what he could determine. As Murikabushi almost accurately listed out, there were two General Kings, three Generals and an Eternal Senshi of the Negaverse. One unknown alien Senshi, but the other three were Eternal. Two of them even glowed.

Or they usually glowed.

He frowned at Kerberos, looking him over, especially so close.

“You’re not glowing as brightly--”

He’d felt it before. The energy in the room was strange. Was it leaking, as Aquamarine said, and now it was trying to regain control? Was it something else?

“If the seal is broken… could recharging it fix it? The flow of the vibrations in here is strange. Like a breath, or a tide. Should we find out?” he asked, pulling Kerberos once again, but this time towards the dark spot on the ground. He paused before reaching it, pocketing the small charred circle. With a hand still around Kerberos’ arm, Jet lowered himself to one knee so he could more closely inspect the energy of the floor, trying to determine if focusing their energy on the dark circle would reestablish the unknown barrier, or if it would just make them disappear like Faustite and Heliodor.


Guine

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PostPosted: Sun Feb 16, 2025 6:02 pm


Faustite

Faustite's attention fixated on a point leagues away from the room as he drank in the image of so many different starscapes. Some were more strikingly alien than others, with spectacular views of galaxies or binary stars or even the cusp of a black hole as it devoured a distant planet. They were parts of space that, until now, only existed in books with artists' renditions of physicists' dreams. They were tales of adventure to the scientifically minded.

They were journeys likely taken by the before-Knight who once carried his starseed. The boy, Velvet, who went to and fro across the universe looking for people with that bracelet of his. He must have seen a hundred different views of the stars, much like that. Perhaps he even glimpsed that serpent devouring a distant world.

But this wasn't the simple transition of place to place that came with mundane travel. It felt as though ages passed between visions of space, far beyond what Faustite had experienced in concept. He wondered, then — was this what the serpent had seen? Was this presumable Cosmos knight pursuing it, and then perished here before they could do anything about it?

He wouldn't put it past a member of the White Moon to fall so woefully short of the mark. Thinking little more of it, Faustite spat on the skeleton.

Then his gaze meandered up to the featureless door before him. He'd encountered strange little catches of memories like these when the Negaverse discovered and explored what was now the Transverse Workshop. In addition, he'd seen such featureless slabs that functioned like something of a database, though he was a poor choice of candidate to run one. It was once an old factory where the Negaverse manufactured weapons, which led him to wonder — did the Negaverse of old have a hand in making those spikes from the murals? If so, could they have constructed wherever this was?

That would put the Negaverse in a uniquely superior position for dealing with this serpent, particularly if it was currently trapped in the vicinity of Earth. However, Faustite began to wonder — would it really benefit them to blindly follow along the mural's depiction and keep the creature contained? Or would they be better off investing in new ways of draining energy, such that they could tap into these powerful and ubiquitous storms that so seemed to portend the creature's arrival? Surely the energy it put out was orders of magnitude beyond what the Negaverse collected from the denizens of Destiny City.

Though, as he considered it, Faustite wondered if it was an option to simply give Earth over to the serpent. Let the creature hollow it out and drive men to extinction. Give the remains over to youma, that they may live freely in the wake of what grown adults did to each other. Let humanity have the end it long deserved.

Faustite stood, then approached the door and reached out to touch it, half-expecting a smattering of words to come to life before him.

But as he did so, the sound of shuffling down the hallway caught his attention and he looked back to lay eyes on Heliodor. Immediately, Faustite sprinted toward the boy, where darkness clawed him over and tried to claim him, jilting him back and forth as if indecisive about its quarry. In case it tried to seize him again, Faustite caught hold of Heliodor's arm and pulled him back toward the room itself. When he thought they might be safe, he then tried to stow the star artifact in his subspace so he could free up his hands.

When he tried, however, he was met with an uncharacteristic resistance that had him snarling in incredulity. He forced his way against it, and eventually that pressure gave way, though sparks and lightning began sputtering to life around his hand. This caused the boy to blanch, and he immediately abandoned the idea of subspace in favor of shoving the star down the front of his pants.

It was good enough for freeing up his hands. Are you okay? He signed.


kolina
PostPosted: Mon Feb 17, 2025 12:22 pm


Eternal Sailor Kerberos
Passively Inspecting: The eye on the wall
Actively Inspecting: Touching the dark circle on the floor

Kerberos let his attention go back to the eye on the wall. It no longer felt quite like it was staring through him, but it still made him wary. Was that the creature itself, somehow? Or just some piece left behind?

And why were they even here? An advance warning force? A desperate attempt to lock the creature back away before it escaped?

He thought of the storm he'd seen outside Almadel's museum, and his heart sank. He didn't want to believe they were too late. There had to be something, with all of them her,e if they could just cooperate long enough to do something--

Jet was dragging him places again.

"Hey, hey, whoa, come on, we can be civilized about this, you can just ask me--" But no, that was a ridiculous suggestion. Generals barely asked nicely. General-Kings certainly didn't. Not that Kerberos had a ton of experience with them, but...well.

"I don't know if it'll work," he said, "but I'm willing to try and find out." Their planet was at stake. Their home. No matter how much Kerberos loved his world, loved to see it come alive, Earth was still home. "So let me just...." He knelt down next to Jet and laid his free hand on the blank circle.

If it took him somewhere else, well. That would still be information. And he probably wasn't going to die this time.

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PostPosted: Mon Feb 17, 2025 1:25 pm


"Captain" Chalcanthite
Passive: Tossing orb towards Jet
Active: Standing on circle between wall 2/3 to look down that hall

With Aquamarine mentioning a different experience, Chalcanthite paused. "It was whole when I saw it, not broken." Was it because they'd touched more than one mural?

At Benitoite's mention of the Dark Mirror senshi, he bit back the refusal he knew he wanted to bring up. It wasn't for the court overall, he trusted them as much as he could trust someone, but he didn't like the idea of Liam being pulled into this. Already he was trying to figure out how to avoid telling them and getting them involved. They needed to stay home and remain safe, far from whatever monster seemed to be lurking.

Curling his fingers around the orb, he walked closer to the hallway to his left, closer to the darkened circle. Something seemed to tug at him and while he watched Jet and Kerberos interacting with that darkened circle, he decided to look at the lit one and its hallway, standing on it carefully. It was a risk, but at this point, he wanted to see where things went before something else shifted and decided to drain him instead of letting him pull some energy.

"The hallways seem to be calling out, something quite that I cannot make out. Try this on the darkened one? I pulled it from the mural before it changed for Aquamarine." Tossing the orb gently towards Jet, he wondered if, given its purity, it would hold its form and might help out with their attempt.

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Guine

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dot between wall 2/3
PostPosted: Mon Feb 17, 2025 2:07 pm


Character Name: Corrupt Eternal Senshi, Heliodor
Passing Inspect: Testing to see if something is still in his mind or is listening in.
Action: gathering his thoughts, talking to Faustite.

The pressure as he was pushed back was strong. His whole body felt a wrongness to it as a heavy vibration coursed through his body.

With a force unexpected, Helio was pulled toward that darkness.

With nothing to grab onto, arms and face pressed into the darkness. He momentarily gasped in suspected only to find nothing to breath in.

It may have only been seconds but it felt like an eternity. The blackness have way to stars and the wind that had howled at him moments before was heavy on his face, but didn't push him back. It was almost as if he was in a vacuum of space, but surely space didn't have lightning? That had been what he heard?

He sucked in a breath once released. A warm hand grabbed him and pulled him backwards and it took Helio a moment to reaquaint himself with the room.

Golden eyes found Faustite as the boy signed to him and completely missed the item the General King had shoved unceremoniously into his pants. Face pale he nodded, as his pounding heart calmed and he finished hasping like a fish in dry lands.

“Yea iam fine. Just…just a bit shaken.” He straightened up and looked at the darkness that had just nearly swallowed him. Licking his lips he turned his focus back to the blue accept on the wall that illuminated the two of them where they stood.

“That was…. It felt like I was staring into space. There were stars, no air, and icy cold and…” He paused a moment “lightning? I am not sure about that part. But…I think there’s something here. Something dangerous. Just now I felt like something was watching me in a way that…honestly felt like it was hunting. And out in the room before I felt something brush against my mind. Might even still be there for all I know.” He had felt that presence come, but never felt it leave.

He paused a moment in thought. “What about you? Have you gotten any feeling that maybe there's something…powerful here? Something sentient?”

That need to go to the lightning hallway didn't disappear during his exploration of the darkness. It all hung in his mind like a craving unable to be satiated.

Not that he was sure anything would happen. Hell, he didn’t even know if it was still there in his mind, but Helio posed a question mentally. Attempting to let his singular question fill his mind. 'What do you want?'

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PostPosted: Mon Feb 17, 2025 5:32 pm



Character: Super Sailor Solaris
Active: Wall 3, trying to focus on how the prison was built
Secondary: Peeking down the hall



Solaris listened carefully to the others as they exchanged ideas and their findings, her gaze flicking between them and Encke as she watched the latter's condition much as she could. She wasn't sure which she believed more--that the serpent might have been reduced in size enough to be held in this room as it's prison, or that this had been a sort of... control center where someone could check on the status of the different parts of the prison down below. Or perhaps they were all wrong, and the actual prison was somewhere else, far, far away. If Mauvians could turn from small cats into tall humanoids, she wasn't completely immune to the idea of a world-eating serpent being somehow brought down to the size to be trapped in a small space like this hexagon.

If anything, the idea of a much, much smaller snake writhing around all pissed off, hissing out threats to destroy its captor, got a corner of her lips to quirk up in amusement. It added to her bit of extra mirth that Murikabushi referred to her as Sailor Angel Dust, and she needed that lightness to push away some of the dread and terror that still weighed her down. Breakdown later, like she'd told Encke. Focus for now.

When Encke seemed to stabilize somewhat, she slowly released their arm and shoulder, keeping her hands hovering a moment before pulling back. "Going to check out the third and maybe fourth panel--we should probably get as much info as we could on how this thing had been imprisoned, and if we can re-create it on some level," she whispered to him, removing her field journal and pencil from under her bodice to flip it back open as she began to head towards the Third Wall.

She was mindful of the Chaos agents around as she moved, though as she passed by the hall between the second and third walls, she peered down it carefully, trying to see if she could make out anything down there or hear anything, before continuing onward to her main objective. Once there, she again took a moment to sketch the mural, or at least the key parts in rough, rough detail that she believed would be more important later--and a note asking herself to check into the Celestial Theatre Kerberos mentioned at the.... Moon Palace? Hm. The fact the constellations weren't exactly familiar, but felt more... across vast skies, was both a marvel and disturbing. She couldn't pin-point the world in question--there were too many, if she understood it all correctly, never mind her own frames of reference applying or not.

At least for the third wall, she focused on the forge, and after taking some initial notes in her book, scribbling between Solarian and quick sketches, she finally reached her hand out to it. "How did you do it? How did you know to do it?" Her mumbled words likely wouldn't direct the vision, but it was worth a shot, and she pressed her hand against the people working on the spikes. She wasn't so sure about killing this thing, even with all the combined forces she could hear one of the agents (Benitoite) referring to amassing, but if they could get the info and resources to weaken it enough, trap it...


Seiana_ZI
PostPosted: Mon Feb 17, 2025 5:50 pm


Character: Transcendent Eternal Encke
Personally: autopilot
Active Investigation: Investigating the fourth wall
Passive Investigation: The writing on the floor

Everything was wrong.

Something finally solidified and clicked, but at the cost of an energy he thought doing so would give him. It felt better, but it still sounded like distant wails and it still felt like he was losing himself back to the desires to-- he felt Solaris at his back and it brought a minute amount of relief but his mind was swimming in ways more than he was willing to voice.

His comet brought a stability which helped him realize his feet were still on solid ground, but he still heard the distant screams of someone who witnessed and felt what he had been doing and--

Encke gasped.

Solaris was talking to him.

Right.

Pull it together. He hadn't lost the connection to the comet, at least--

"Yeah, right. Get the world eater back in prison," murmured they. "Sounds like a good plan."

With the members of Chaos wandering off, it was easier to take a look and part slightly from Solaris without fear of her being attacked. His eyes scanned over where Jet had been standing and dragging around Kerberos and trying to demand going somewhere else -- ******** hell -- and noted the lettering around the circle before heading to the fourth wall.

Perhaps he could find something key to keeping this thing at bay.

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PostPosted: Mon Feb 17, 2025 6:39 pm


General King Jet
Action: Still dragging Kerberos around.
Passively Inspecting: The giant eye on the wall.
Actively Inspecting: The floor where the dark circle is, wanting to determine if it needs energy from them to be reestablished. Now using the energy collected from Chalcanthite.

“You don’t think I’m being civilized?” Jet hissed in response to Kerberos’ complaining, gripping his hand tighter around the Senshi’s arm.

He heard Chalcanthite’s call and turned just enough to catch the orb of pure energy that was tossed to him. He watched the “Captain” warily, but nodded when Chalcanthite stood on the circle. He still didn’t think it was a good idea to potentially get separated, but he could only do so much.

“Thanks,” he called back to the “Captain,” and for a few moments, Jet admired the orb.

They couldn’t let whatever this monster was live. If this was a prison, and it was already starting to fail, their best chance would be to keep it contained as long as they could manage, before getting much needed backup.

Jet took a deep breath and pressed the orb into the dark sphere, his hand beside Kerberos’.


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PostPosted: Mon Feb 17, 2025 6:46 pm


Dorothy” (Eternal Muri of Hunger)
Close Examination: The eye on the wall.
In-Passing Examination: Watching Kerberos put his hand on the dark circle.
Other: Fighting the impulse to start sassing everyone in this room in extremely non-constructive ways. Can someone please be proud of him? He’s trying very hard.

Now that he could more clearly see what was happening and his eyes weren’t trying to completely self-immolate, Murikabushi hated so much of what was happening around him. Far be it from him to criticize anyone else or any particular situation for being dramatic. As one of the usual culprits behind infusing drama into situations that objectively didn’t need that, Murikabushi didn’t have any right to judge anyone else for being dramatic in the middle of an objectively stressful, bullshit situation. In other ridiculous situations like this, Murikabushi knew damn well that he would have been the one making things dramatic.

Source: he had done it before. Multiple times, in many different contexts.

On the other hand, he didn’t know what was really happening any more than anyone else. He was operating on his best guess as much as they were. And somehow, managing not to panic about it—like Jet, busy dragging Kerberos around the room in what seemed like a desperate attempt to reassert some sense of control over a situation in which control had obviously been ripped from his hands by some unknown force who couldn’t be held accountable for that. Under normal circumstances, Jet was someone who made promises, not threats like some swaggering, overbearing, tin-plated dictator with delusions of godhood. Yet, if he were actually going to hurt Kerberos—rather than roughhousing to make a point—then Jet would’ve done it by now.

Simple logic said that Jet was blowing smoke. Even if only because he needed the Order senshi in the room to be cannon fodder in case things went wrong, he wasn’t going to kill any of them for real. Not right now, anyway. When they all got back to Earth, it was another story entirely and they could collectively burn that bridge when they got there.

Making Kerberos touch the dark circle on the floor felt pretty consistent with all that. As Murikabushi made his way across the room, he watched for anything that might’ve come from Kerberos touching it.

“We don’t know for sure that this room isn’t the prison,” Murikabushi conceded to General Aquamarine, keeping his tone even and trying to be constructive as he moved toward the one wall with the eye, “but simple logic suggests that it’s not. Look at the murals: why would people put murals about imprisoning a world-eating space monster inside the prison for said monster? That’s not something you want to rub in the face of the thing you’re trying to keep locked up. But it is something that you’d want people in the future to know, whether to celebrate you or because the b*****d started causing problems. Plus, they had to drive the spikes down from somewhere, right?”

Standing up close to the wall with the eye on it, Murikabushi didn’t think he could actually do anything. Kerberos was a transcended senshi, and he could push extra energy into whatever he wanted. All of the Negas present tonight had the ability to drain energy. Even when Murikabushi had been with Chaos, he hadn’t been able to drain energy on his own; Dark Mirror senshi had to trust that duty to Mirrorwraiths as though that made it any better. He could have attacked the eye, he supposed, staring at the wall head-on, refusing to look away or show it any kind of weakness. But on the other hand, there were some pretty obvious issues with that.

“Pretty sure the only way I can pump energy into this b***h is by attacking it,” Murikabushi said, working off his half-finger gloves. The best thing to do was to repeat what Kerberos had done exactly, and Blossom had his whole hands bare, thus ergo therefore. “Considering I’m the senshi of hunger, I’m gonna pass on that. Unless it decides to eat itself, making some world-eating monster hungrier sounds ******** stupid, yeah.” It was phrased as a question and had a little bit of upward inflection at the end to emulate the sound of questions. But Muri’s tone indicated that it wasn’t really a question (because in his mind, it wasn’t).

Narrowing his eyes at the eye on the wall, Murikabushi pressed his bare palm against the wall, right over the pupil. “Hey, b***h,” he said, willing the eye to ******** try him. Come at me, snake, he thought. I triple-dog dare you. “Hope you haven’t spoiled your appetite.”


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PostPosted: Mon Feb 17, 2025 8:21 pm


Though Encke tried to read the letters on the floor, they were impossible to decipher; there was something innately familiar about them, but they were meaningless to Encke. The emotions tethered to them carried a lingering weight. It was firm. Intense. Hopeful. It was as if the remnants of whoever had written them–whoever had been in this room last–had lingered, even if the language did not. There was a distant sadness, and a fear, but whoever had been here last had overcome the impossible.

Maybe they could too.

The eye on the wall shifted several times, looking first to Aquamarine as it met his gaze, and then to Jet, and then again to Kerberos. And then, finally, to Murikabushi.

The pupil narrowed again, focusing on Murikabushi’s hand.

And then all hell broke loose.

A horrible roar rumbled from outside. The walls shook. The floor shook. The action was so violent that it was almost impossible to stand throughout it.

For a split second, something had clicked into place.

When Kerberos laid his hand on the dark circle, he felt ice. He felt something greedy, trying to soak up whatever energy he could give. It wasn’t until Jet placed the orb of energy Chalcanthite had tossed that there was a real reaction, but it was impossible to tell if the results were born of any single thing, or the unique combination of all of it at once.

The energy orb glowed intently before it began to burn, hot and searing. The dark circle sucked that up, too.

For a second, it glowed.

For a second, the dark barrier that shrouded the hallway between walls one and two dissipated. They could see down the dim hallway enough to locate Faustite’s pauldron. It lay on the floor in a heap of rubble. The hallway had once extended some distance, but now the walls and roof had caved in. It was no longer greatly sealed, and as the wind rushed through, it whistled faintly. The flickering lights were visible between the mountain of debris.

Earlier, as Solaris and Chalcanthite peered down the hallway between the second and third walls, nothing had immediately changed. It had been as dark as all of the others. Now, the barriers briefly flickered down all hallways. Five of the six hallways were still intact, and all identical in design.

Thirty-some feet down the hallway was a single well-fortified door. There were no windows, no ornaments, no embellishments. Just a dim blue light that led from each corner of the hexagon, down the hallway, to the door.

The shadow-walls restored themselves almost immediately but it was too little, too late.

Chalcanthite felt the effects of it first. He stood on one of the hexagon’s points, and as the light gathered around his feet, something else triggered. The same lightning that stole Faustite came for him–and Benitoite. The bolt struck him painlessly, but with enough force that it still stole his breath. Like a manacle, it bound him to Benitoite. They were flung down the hallway between the second and third wall, deposited in a heap just outside a thick door.

Solaris had just barely had time to try and identify anything on the third wall; she was able to make out the sensation of a hammer in her hand, and of raw power. Her arm throbbed, maybe because of the image, or maybe because when the hammer struck on the mural, the force sent her stumbling backwards.

She might not have meant to, but it sent her teetering to the corner of the hexagon between walls three and four. Power was surging through the room and she only needed to make slight contact with it before the lightning came for her, too. It danced over her skin and struck Encke, next.

They wound up at the end of the halfway between the third and fourth walls.

Energy surged through the air, and loud crackling sensations made it impossible to hear anything.

The eye continued to stare down Murikabushi. In some way, it seemed to fight back; a pulse of raw power shoved Murikabushi from the wall, sending him sprawling. It wasn’t intentionally that he landed on another point on the hexagon; the eye widened just slightly, but the lightning came for the Senshi of Hunger next, and from him it leapt to Kerberos as well.

They disappeared through the dark barrier and vanished into the hallway between the fourth and fifth walls.

The room continued to shake; it was only a matter of time before Jet and Aquamarine were sent tumbling, too. A strange wind had begun to swirl in the room. It seemed to have no source aside from the erratic bursts of energy. If they’d stayed, they would have been picked up and flung against the walls, but the lightning spared them, too.

Aquamarine and Jet were given sanctuary down the hallway between the fifth and sixth walls.

Faustite and Heliodor were not oblivious to the chaos of the other room, but they were spared the worst of it. When Faustite first rushed to Heliodor, he might have missed the sudden glow of the door, as if it were reacting to the General-King’s attention. Whatever was hidden behind the door hummed, loud enough that it might as well have been someone screaming for him directly into his mind.

He, nor Heliodor, would have missed the sudden darkening of the room they were in.

The hum of energy was sickening; it made the air feel dense and wet.

They could make out a bit of what happened in the other room–maybe more, when the shadow-wall that separated them flickered briefly.

The flash of a giant, glowing eye filled Faustite’s mind as it stared him down. It flickered, gone as soon as it was there.

The shadows in Heliodor’s mind spread, awakened by either the energy or his summoning. A hunger gnawed in his gut, nipping and sharp. There were no words, but it was an answer. His mind was filled with darkness as the shadows rolled through like a fog. Suddenly, a quick flash–Faustite’s pauldron in the rubble. The sound of something smashing. Debris, floating helplessly in space.

The entire structure trembled, as if it had collided with something, but there seemed to be no noticeable damage aside from the jarring sensation. The main room was sealed off, but a storm was brewing ferociously. The only thing protecting the ten of them from the worst of it were the remnants of darkness, but there was no telling how long those barriers would last. The light was growing in the main room, and small, pinprick holes were appearing through the darkness.

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Every character has been expelled from the main room with their companion; the same lightning that brought them from Destiny City has ejected them from the main room. A thin, shadowy barrier is protecting everyone from the storm brewing in the main room but it seems as though the force of the barrier is rapidly being torn to shreds.

Down each hallway is a door; something from the other side is calling, desperately. The sensation is stronger for Faustite, Benitoite, Aquamarine, Murikabushi, and Solaris but it can be felt by all. A palm shaped symbol has appeared on the doors, flashing desperately. There is a distinct sense of urgency that is rapidly building. A strange sensation of panic and dread is flooding the area.

There is only one more mule post before the closing post; the main room has been blocked off and cannot be returned to. You can briefly explore the area but there is very little to find here; the whole area seems as if it is failing and the door seems to be your only way forward.

The next prompt should be posted at ~11PM EST Wednesday night. If you have questions about anything, please PM The Space Cauldron or message Xigglet on Discord!


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