Whelp, looked like his new friend was not feeling especially friendly anymore. …Not that she ever had to begin with, and maybe that should’ve been encouragement enough for Diesel to move on and find someone else to bother, but like, in his defense, what was he supposed to do when a girl encroached all up in his space, like that? Nothing? Yeah right. Made more sense to punch her.
Dia and his buddy must’ve felt the same, ‘cause they wrecked Featherbritches’ entire world. She was left on the ground, one mad girl in a mess of chaos.
Diesel shot Diasporite a quick grin, pleased to see the lieutenant actually hanging around, but there were kinda a lot more White Moon creeping about to replace everyone they’d already punched out, so he focused back there, this time toward some page, from some planet, that he didn’t think he’d ever remember the symbols for. They all kinda looked the same to him. Purple Shoulder Wrap Guy. Yeah, let’s go with that.
Diese called on his magic again, not as flashy as the other spells, but more familiar just the same, and dove toward the guy.
For being not the most intellectually blessed Mauvian, Gremlin had to take a moment to be pleased with himself that he’d actually been able to finegle with some alien space technology for once in his life. …Or was this just basic b***h Negaverse technology? His tail lashed. He tipped his head.
Didn’t know, didn’t matter. Didn’t have time to think about it as a swarm of ******** disgusting brats kept launching themselves into the machine while he was still on it. Gremlin spat at anyone who approached and threw claws at a knight boy who charged in (Meninx).
This was not an ideal place for a cat to hang out, if the explosions from any other square meant anything. It would be absolutely no surprise at all if this thing went up while he was on it, but tiny-minded Diesel was already moving away from him. What a ******** piece of trash, waste of space, totally worthless human. “Hey, hey,” he screeched. “Are you just leaving me here? ******** focus up and don’t forget you have something valuable to keep track of.”
A wash of chaos spread across the field and Hatsya could feel her confidence rise when the Squire (Caer Sidi) fell to her knees. That is until the woman let out a scream so loud that it caused goosebumps to race up her arms and a harrowing chill run down her spine.
Whomever she was calling for, Hatsya was not inclined to stick around overlong and find out what kind of damage they could do. Instead, she retreated back several feet to hide among the other chaos signatures but not before noticing that the hem of her dress was starting to change; black seeping into the soft pastel colors like a disease.
Confused by what was happening, she looked to Phrehnite for answers. But that was when all hell broke loose and s**t hit the fan, or generator in this case. The area became overwhelmed by the scent of foul-smelling sludge and the generator oozed with the substance. It was horribly disgusting and yet she too felt compelled to attack it. But her magic would not work on such things and against her better judgment, Hatsya knelt down to find herself something to throw at it instead.
Not attacking since it already hit 0HP by the time I’m making this post
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Page Einhornhohle HP: 30/50 Action: Falling to despair and starting to corrupt Damage: Location: B4
Thoughts of a hopeful retreat quickly turned into ones of despair.
Regret filled her heart in the passing moments. Should have left when given the chance, either home or to her wonder where Sava had suggested. But against better judgement she had decided to stay, and what a poor decision that had been.
The Eternal Senshi fled towards the center console, suggesting she come too but Einhornhohe was unable to stand let alone walk straight. Her legs just did not want to move, to function, to carry her anywhere even to safety beyond the generators to the west.
“I’m sorry,” she cried to no one in particular. “I’m so sorry…” To her father and brothers, as well as Sava and Harvey too. If only she’d taken her role in this seriously, instead of using her Wonder as a temporary staycation when work became too stressful and she needed to get away without having to dish out $300 for a short retreat.
The gold stars on her uniform seemed to fade, the purple of her dress growing darker, almost black in some places. Einhornhohle was terrified and in this moment of growing panic, she knew not what else she could do other than re-summon her lantern and focus on its light.
What he had said to Eleonora before the ambush was no lie. Cy had traveled the stars under the guidance of Commodore Lyndin. Until now he had done everything in his power to save their people and despite all things, Cypher trusted that what he had done was the right thing to do.
Had Caedus chosen to offer his life willingly, then there would be no moral decision to make. But his choice had been forcibly taken from him by the gauntlet Lyndin now wore.
Burning questions demanded immediate answers, but now was not the time to ask them. Their mission was to save their people, for now, he’d continue to trust the Commodore and see where all things lead.
Dravite acknowledged the General’s (Aquamarine) orders with a nod. His hold on the senshi was unrelenting as he moved to drag her from the view of her fallen friend.
Tears streaming from her eyes, the Senshi of Prayer struggled within his hold and the Lieutenant had to be consciously aware of his strength while powered if only to accidentally snap her neck. Subdue, not kill but this war was no different than the ones he fought overseas. This woman, however, had saved him once and this was, in turn, a life debt he intended to repay.
A surge of chaos washed over them and while he felt invigorated by the renewed strength, the young woman he held on to seemed to gradually lose the will to fight. The tears did not stop but the struggles had ceased and he finally loosened his hold on her long enough to ensure she had only blacked out.
Super Sailor Acrucis HP: 23 [75 - 5(Generator) - 15(Jet/Generator) - 12(Dravite) - 20(Dravite)] Action: Hopelessly defeated - Stress and being choked for 32 damage, she’s temporarily fainted. Damage: Location: F2
I’m sorry, Acrucis’ gaze remained fixated on that of the only friend she had since Phact had exited her life. Sidouer had filled a void and been the one she could confide in since both Maia and Xander had traveled overseas. The two were happier now and she did not want to bring them back to a place filled with violence and war when they had finally found peace.
Sidouer remained unmoving. Uniform stained red from the wound in her side Acrucis felt panic now rise when the edges of the pristine white dress began to turn blad. Don’t leave me, please. Through the years, each person she had grown close to had systematically exited her life; each one taking with them a piece of her heart, her love of each of them.
The hole that those pieces left behind were not something that could be filled with time nor money. They’d remain an open wound, a reminder of time spent, moments lost and struggles they’d overcome and endured. But this lose might prove to be the most devastating of all and might actually break her heart completely.
Tristan was meant to remain apart from all of this but how could hide her despair after failing to protect someone as dear to her as he was?
The arm around her neck loosened and she took a small chance to try using her magic; if not to revive her friend, then to at least stop the corruption that threatened to consume them both. “Prayer of healing,” She spoke quietly. Uncurling her fingers from around the Lieutenants arm, she pressed both palms together and closed her eyes as the darkness overcame her vision completely.
Acrucis’ body slumped against his firm chest. Forever unknowing if her magic had worked or if she’d been too late.
Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2021 3:44 am
General Youma Faustite (with Eternal Super Kamacite) HP: 159/200 Action: Communing with Kamacite Damage — Location: B6
Panting, the flame-licked thing spat black on the newly-fallen knight (Lourdes). Skirted fire over the fallen before Asphodel showed as he moved just far enough to call for Kamacite. Yelled the boy's name in a spitting crackle; his throat began to blister from all the excitement, the ceaseless adrenaline pumped heady into flame.
"Are you aliright?" Bruises already began to form on Kamacite's thin neck, and the robes hid whatever else may have happened to him. He hoped there wasn't worse, but the demands of battle split them as more and more White Moon piled in to attack their generators. Felt a little sick for abandoning his post next to the generator however temporarily, but they wouldn't have each other for defending it if he left Kamacite to the whims of their whitelaced ilk.
Even now, he heard the thocks and thunks of strangers attacking the generator, but worse than that — "How the <********> are they getting back up?" Saw the Squire (Imbrium) visit one of them out of the corner of his eye, but none should have reasonably gotten back up after the attacks they landed. If they could keep regaining their sense of purpose after having the lights knocked out of them, then how could they be expected to protect these generators?
Better to bathe this post in fire, he thought, but his firestorm extended so poorly past himself here.
Glanced back at Axinite, then muttered curses under hisbreath for how he hadn't a means to contact his boss. They needed back up, especially if the White Moon was getting back up.
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Rugose Pendant - A blackened, wrinkled rock set into a silver pendant with an indigo glow trapped inside. It can be found discarded in Negaspace or the Rift. To use the item, an agent or Negaverse senshi must energy drain the rock. Once drained, the rock will crack and disintegrate. The rock's violet light will then envelop the user, cloaking them in the appearance of a youma. A youma aura will overwhelm the user's natural aura, though it will not disguise their aura. Their youma appearance must adhere to youma guidelines for personal or player youma. The user does not gain any special abilities while under the effects of the item, and their current abilities are not typically hampered by the item. The Rugose Pendant's effects last until the character powers down or until 3 hours have passed, whichever is sooner. The Pendant may be used once a day.
Eternal Sailor Athene HP: 100/100 Action: Attempting badly to go after the Center Machine Damage 5 + 7 = 12 Location: D4
Cold. It felt oh so very cold.
A frigid cold that pulsed from deep inside that spread its tendrils ever outwards–
And it hurt.
There was no wound, not like the sharp flash of pain from the many cuts, scrapes and worse that he had received over his time as a senshi, and yet pain followed the invisible chill as it continued its march ever onwards.
Athene had no idea what was happening, nausea and dizziness intertwining with the tendrils of cold, his head spinning.
There were shouts from nearby, from around him.
Something..
Something...
It was hard to keep hold of the thought, hard to focus around the cold, around the noises.
Stop.
Stop it.
But his internal pleas were weak, compared to the ever increasing chill.
Make. It. Stop!
He didn't even notice the rock that he had in his hand, as thoughts skittered and scattered under the cold.
His hand raised, the rock tumbling from his hand, the throw uncoordinated as it tumbled forward.
Make it stop!
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A surge of something consuming emanated from the generator. Janggunite bared his teeth, long frills flicking up as he hissed softly. The senshi in front of him and his ally had dusted Maikoh. It wasn’t the first time Jan had seen her sent back to the Rift in the heat of battle, but it was no less infuriating to see these pretentious children hanging up on her like she was nothing. “Just a youma,” their lives didn’t matter.
Then the senshi turned its eyes on him, and Janggunite was ready to bite the s**t out of him. …Mostly. He had a flutter of a thought that something seemed off. The senshi moved, and Janggunite didn’t. Claws- claws? raked the side of his neck and shred through the fabric at his chest.
He bristled, lurched for the boy that had attacked him so close to his face. But hardly the acknowledgment of the anger had passed before a chilly sort of dissonance swept through, and he stilled.
Maybe that had mattered once, when he was pretty and not a monster.
…But nothing mattered anymore. A scratch on his face, a rip in his clothes. These were things for January to be upset by, not a youma who barely bothered to leave his room. He stared at Alya, watching as the chaos magic crept over him. Maybe the senshi wouldn’t care about those things for much longer, either.
Then he was promptly out of Jan’s vision, as a whirlwind of pink blew threw like a storm.
Janggunite twitched back to life, sucking in a soft breath as the thrilling thrum of chaos warred with the chilly apathy that had clung to him like a protective shroud for the past several months, exacerbated by one boy in red and gold. The nothing shouldn't be what Jan was holding on to. The power surge would be a very brief reprieve from the nothing.
He turned almost mechanically and sought the next Order signature close enough to strike. Turned out it was some knight with a mallet.
It would be so much easier for all of them if the White Moon just got the memo and went and bothered somebody else. Then Nobleite wouldn’t have to be over here striking out at people that he really didn’t want to hurt. But when one fell, a whole new crowd swarmed in to take their place, and while it seemed like a bunch of the Negaverse’s forces were brave enough to seek someone out to purify on the spot or openly attack the generator they were assigned to protect, Nobleite was not so brave.
He had to ignore whatever horrors were going on around the battlefield, had to remember that he was here now to keep his daughter’s life safe, and that was the only thing he could focus on.
Later, he could question the aliens’ motives. Later, he could mentally play back enough of the traumas to make himself sick. Later, he’d lament how he had absolutely no one to talk to and bottle everything up and pretend again that it didn’t exist.
Right now, there was only doing as he was instructed and throwing a sloppy punch at a Neptune squire in front of the machine.
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Hania, Mauvian [X] HP: 50 -5 -15 = 30 (I think this is the right amount from all the catching up) Action: Gonna fire his laser in 1.2 seconds if this boy doesn't give her back Damage None yet Location: (B6 to) B5
Hania had greatly appreciated Morgan's attempt to shield him from the flash bang attack, even if he still got hurt for all he knew it could have been worse. The fact that they were betrayed sank in harshly as the fighting truly started and the cat's heart rate went up as he kept a careful balance on Morgan' shoulders. He was ready to jump down at any time, either to attack or retreat as needed but for now it was safer for both him and the others if he wasn't under foot.
Even as focuses as he was, his sharp hearing caught the words between Caedus and Lyndin thanks to all of the cadet coms around and his eyes narrowed and a growl escaped him. However his attention was snatched very quickly and very painfully as the Youma (Faustite) made the attack with the generator. A yowl escaped him both from the pain of the attack and being thrown off Morgan's shoulders during it. The Mauvian managed to land on his paws but had to shake off the attack before he could survey the damage to the rest, eyes going wide at seeing Morgan go down. Thankfully Guinevere got things in hand and scooped up the fallen Super and called out for them to retreat a bit. He moved first to Arthuradel then moved to follow Guinevere once he was close to the chibi.
When Morgan was laid down on the ground he moved over to her, letting out some hopefully soothing purrs to the Super as he tried to look over her injuries. Hania valiantly tried to both ignore and fight the chaos that pressed down heavily on the field, and though his blue star flickered red every so often it did seem like he was winning as the cracked bones were used to revive Morgan.
At Guinevere's words however his head snapped to the side so he could look at her, eyes wide in horror at the black bleeding in her outfit. "Guinevere fight it!" He begged but even before his words were done the change had happened and the young woman crumpled to the ground. He moved to run over to the fallen senshi but before he could the corrupt from earlier(Lionel) was picking her up. "Give her back!" His voice was full of grief and pleading, cracking a bit on the last word but he took a step forward, ready to throw down and try to get Genevere back. They had royals on the field, they could save her right?
His star light up brightly as his laser started to charge with every step he came closer to the young man holding one of HIS girls. "So help me if you don't put her down right now I will make you!" Hania's words were now a mix of desperation and rage as he moved between the downed Morgan and Arthuradel to keep the rest of his charges, at least the ones here at the moment, safe. The world narrowed down to his girls and this corrupt, his focus completely on them and the needneedNEEDneed to protect.
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Character name, rank, and a link to their journalSenshi Vela senshi of bonfires HP: 16 HP Action: Being attacked and seeing a death Damage : Location: F2
Vela shouldn't have been shocked to see Jet come over and stab one of the figures who had purified and kill them but she was and she was terrified that would be her next. But she couldn't let that stop her from helping. Living her life as a corrupted was a half-life and she was sick of it. She didn't want to live like that anymore. She had already left E2 and headed for F2 and ran into what didn't surprise her in the least being attacked by corrupt members who did believe in the forces of chaos.
Vela cocked her head "Doubt that pretty sure Jet would rather see me dead." She laughed bitterly "Or didn't you see him gut the other purified like a fish?" Vela looked at the captain before her. "See that is why I had no love for the negaverse to begin with no one asked me if I wanted in and you die if you try to get out." Vela cried out when the wipe hit her. "See you would rather kill me too go ahead and try we are still taking down these generators no matter what it takes." She gritted her teeth as blood ran down her face.
Vela felt the blow to her back and turned to respond. Vela laughed bitterly once again "You think they care about us? What a laugh, they are using us for power duh." She glared at the foolish corrupt as blood dripped down her face. "Look at the power the order side has of course the negaverse want senshi fighting for them." Flames flared around Vela as her emotions went higher and higher as the chaos swirled around them all.
[Cosmetic fire enhancement. Vela flames flare around her when her emotions are majorly affected.]
Dance of embers
Vela dances around a bonfire bidding the flames to burn higher and higher embers flying into the air. The enemies the embers fall on receive the feeling of small stinging burns. (Lasts 30 sec. ) (Can be used twice per battle) 5 ft range. (Only feels like burning)
Wow, he hadn't expected the Goose Girl to go down so quick. She must've already taken a beating in all this chaos and mayhem. Not that Adonis minded —
"Nice work," he mentioned to the agent beside him (Diasporite) and offered a high-five. The agent didn't have to take it, maybe wouldn't after seeing his magic and outfit, but he could get stood up for a high-five and not hold a grudge about it during this burning hellscape of a battle.
On second thought, maybe just hellscape would do. The only part that looked to be burning was that generator area in the corner.
"How 'bout we double team that Mars knight over there?" He asked, pointing to Meninx. Then he turned, started toward the generator, and yelled "hey!Lay off the generator if you don't wanna get Skinned!"
Too bad he was gonna get Skinned.
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Skinned ;; Range: 20' / 1 target Duration: 20 seconds Use Count: 3 Miss Chance: Breaking eye contact, going out of range Effect: Adonis holds his arms out, palms up, and the gloves on his uniform burn away. The change is mimicked in his targeted opponent, who he must make eye contact with, and they feel the effects of a mild chemical burn. They see a few layers of skin peeling off, some irritation, and some decent pain. Only occurs on the arms, and can be interrupted by attacking Adonis before his uniform manifests any changes, preventing him from making eye contact, or by shutting him up somehow before he can utter the name of the attack. Once the duration ends, their body goes back to normal (as does his uniform).
Sava Knight of Cosmos HP: 80 HP Action: Pondering just letting the chaos have her, princess carrying Ein and trying to reassure her and kicking the console Damage 1 + 7 = 8 Location: B4 --> D4
Oh. Oh no. Sava felt the chaos grow thick in the air and she gave a slight shudder at the feeling. It was a whisper to come home. A promise of forgiveness. A blanket that had been warmed by the fire...and it would be so easy just to let it in. After all...they were beaten, weren't they? But perhaps the dark is just where they belonged.
Caia had gone off to attack something, she wasn’t quite sure, but suddenly, Sava felt so tired and just…
Maybe going back would be the easiest thing to do.
The sound of Ein’s voice made her pause, cutting through the fog in her mind and the knight looked up to see her friend having what was almost certainly a panic attack.
Oh. No…
Drawing strength from wherever she could find it, Sava made her way the few steps to the Cosmos Page and scooped her into her arms, holding her just like the princess she looked like. “Hey, hey sweetheart. You’re okay. Fight it, Ein. We’ll get out of this. You and me can do anything.”
Bending, she brushed her lips softly over Ein’s cheek and moved them both towards the center console, kicking it and huffing a laugh at how lame that seemed.
General Rakovanite HP:192/200 (-9 8 from Eleonora [Article of Resilience]) Action: Attacking Goretti Damage 10 + 5 (rank bonus) + 7 (faction bonus) + 10 (mission bonus) + 5 (chaos bonus) + 1 (article of strength) = 38 Location: D6
Desperate fingers needled for purchase in his uniform, but the frost bitten girl didn’t seem to have the energy for more than weak pleas. Rakovanite had no idea what she was asking for that she thought he was capable of giving besides maybe just getting it over with. As her hand fell from him, he caught it in his, staring as elongated black claws began to sprout. “That is unfortunate,” he acquiesced quietly.
Turning youma was perhaps the worst fate Rakovanite could think of for anyone. Endless eternity as an ever-ravenous monster, losing all concept of self control and will.
He draped the girl’s arm to lay across her abdomen. But perhaps for a struggling, timid girl, this was kinder than asking her to fight as a corrupt. Or if not kinder to her, at least more useful to the Negaverse. One obedient monster, one senshi never reborn to her planet. And one girl who would never need to fear again.
Rakovanite moved to stand, and as he did, one shout resounded above the rest of the chaos. Another girl slammed into him, smacking her hands to his chest, and it was only when he felt the sear of it through his leather vest that he realized she was using her magic on him. Dark eyes flashed to hers, meeting her steely hate with a narrowed gaze tipping out of impassive and nearer to annoyance as he knocked her hands from him. …But that was unreasonable. She was scared, desperate, lashing out. He couldn’t be offended that she was frightened for another senshi.
He stepped back. She fell to her knees, sobbing over the youmafying girl as her fuku too began to change. Even if she was aggressive, Rakovanite was sure she no longer constituted a threat. “Stay together this time,” he murmured softly. “Maybe you will still be able to recognize each other once it is done.”
As long as they stayed on the ground, away from anyone else, they probably didn’t need much of his attention.
Instead, more White Moon had moved in to attack, and one of them was still loitering around from earlier. Apparently no one had given him enough attention to put him down. Rakovanite could see to that. He swept toward the glue-throwing senshi and swiped out at his chest with the edge of one of his blades.
Eso - Cadet with a dagger HP: 35 Action: Following Itztenoch; taking fire if needed Damage: N/A Location: D5 > D4 AutoBonus: (For My Memories Sake +1d10(Dice) +3(Cadet)
He continued to follow, doing his backwards walk (at a quick pace), and trying to make sure he wouldn't trip over something or someone. He was completely unaware of what was happening. He was tuning out his communications because his heart was breaking. So much was going wrong. Generators were getting attacked, his friends were falling.
Everything was going to hell in a handbasket.
Part of him blamed Lyndin. If he hadn't said what he did, maybe they would be a more cooperative team, their kind and the humans. Now they were wary of one another, and still trying to fight a common enemy.
This was not good.
Ne looked to Nessa when she roused enough to speak, hope sparking in his chest. Oh maybe...
"Thank the stars," he whispered to himself, chest fluttering that she was alive at least. "Nearly there, nearly there." Nessa and Tenoch were nearly safe.
