Erebus, Transcended Saturn Knight [X] HP: 100 -5 = 95 (catching up on all the damage) Action: Attacking Miyamoto to try and defend Gelria Damage 4 + 7 (rank bonus) + 3 (non magic faction bonus) = 14 Location: B4 to B2
Unfortunately his greetings to his cousin(Metis) happened at the wrong time as suddenly the plan was in full swing and the Negaverse was here. Only for thing to have gone so very wrong. He got a bit hurt in the initial attack, the bindness forcing him a bit farther away from the group as he had taken steps backwards in the surprise. By the time the spots had faded the battle was in full swing, and every time he moved to join into the battle one of his allies would be too close to his range to safely insert himself in to the battle so he had to force himself to wait for a time he could.
The generator went down, the first of the bunch, thankfully as more Order came running into the space. Only for one of the Generals (Benitoite) to say he was moving to help support at one of the other generators and another General (Titanite) turned on him to stand up for the order.
When he saw Metis move to follow he of course took off after her. Before he could call out to her however the machine started to transmit chaos that flooded the area as if it was a particularly viscous landslide. It weighed down and he could feel it trying to reach for his starseed, promising pain and corruption. He staggered for a moment and black tried to seep into every stitch of white of his outfit, hand reaching up to grasp at the duel colored stone hanging around his neck as the chaos tried it's best to burrow and hook in.
Then Erebus let out a gasp and the markings on his body glowed with a greater intensity as the chaos was banished and blocked from touching the core of his being. Even though it was only a few seconds that all of that happened it felt like an eternity and part of him hoped that Seung hadn't just felt that while the other part forced his brain to focus back onto the battle.
His eyes first went to Metis and he felt relief at seeing her standing strong, not corrupted fully by the chaos, though the black instead of white was worrying, son long as her wings stayed white he wouldn't let himself get distracted.
While the rest of them attacked the generator, including one bespelled Negaverse Captain, Erebus looked to see what the rest of the Negaverse was doing to make sure there were no attacks while the others were distracted. He saw an Eternal(Gelria) get attacked by the short General(Benitoite) only to turn around and attack him back, only THEN for a new Corrupt(Miyamoto) to come in and attack the Senshi with magic. He darted in and took a swing with his oar at the Corrupt to try and push him back from the chaos distracted Eternal. "Mind if I cut in?"
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NameCaptain Wolframite HP: 175 Action: Attacking Scylla Damage 1d10 +5 (captain) + 10 (guarding generator) + 4 (half-youma) +5 for the bonus this round due to chaos surge = 23 Location: B2
They were being overrun. Just as more agents stepped in through the crowd, just as much energy came from order to surround them. It was enough to make him want to rip them all apart or at least take limbs so that they had mementos of this day.
His comrades we're here. Laven showed the extent of her intense training with a glee and viciousness he was proud of. Miyamoto stepped up, taking on the intense challenge of being thrown into a full blown mission with grace and determination. Prehnite was a new and enjoyable partner, one he felt he could trust in the future to have his back.
But the energy shifted. First came the wave of energy that suffocated the battlefield. A blasting wave that washed over them and came with the intoxicating drive to kill. The siren song of chaos that reminded him of so many key points in his life. Of his first corruption. Of promotions. Of being a traitor and entering the chamber of Metallia itself. Of the reawakening to the life anew as a half-youma. To the lovely taste of his first starseed.
To the taste of it coursing inside. Calling. Kill. Take. Destroy. Make them pay for a legacy or murder and destruction in greater measures.
And then came a old friend on the field and her attack filled his senses with the drive to attack the very generator he was sworn to protect. But the chaos was swirling and his eyes set on her, and in the final hours he saw his own attack the generator, he lunged at Scylla.
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Paradise, Page of Cosmos HP: 45 - 25 = 20 Action: Attacking the generator in F6 Damage 2 (roll) + 3 (rank) + 1 (faction) = 6 Location: F6
She could feel what was surely Chaos surrounding them. She gasped at the overwhelming power of it all and cringed as it tried to overtake her. She had her husband beside her, grounding her at least. She gripped tightly to his hand as he led the way to the next generator. The sooner they took them out, the sooner this would all be over, right?
She was going to have to make sure she made extra food for everyone to recover from all of this. She didn’t like the way her pretty dress seemed to be shifting to a darker hue as she felt the Chaos seeping into her starseed. They had to fight. If they didn’t give it every last bit of their strength, where would that leave their children and the rest of the younger generations?
“Hey, can you not?” Taenite asked with raised eyebrows as this Squire decided she wanted to start reviving everyone who was one, attacking the generator and two, attacking Faustite and/or Faustite’s friends. Normally he felt tired after using his attacks, but felt a strange burst of energy and figured he could probably try using it at least once more. “Fire whirl!” he called out, aiming the pillar of flames at the ice Squire as best he could. It kind of circled around a bit, but eventually did something. Maybe if she just left it would be better for her.
"You doing alright?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder at Faustite. As soon as any of these weakened Senshi and Knights came back, Taenite hoped another burst from the generator would be enough to take them all out.
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Sailor Scout Attack: Fire Whirl Similar to a dust devil, a thin pillar of flames is drawn up from the ground. It is about seven feet high and two feet wide. It can be controlled to move quickly across flat surfaces, but cannot go through obstacles, such as a car. While it is possible to dodge out of the way if quick enough, the heat can still be felt when close as one would feel real flames. While the fire does not leave permanent damage to humans or animals, clothing and objects can be left charred, and the anyone caught in the flames will feel the sensation of burns (up to second degree) until the flames disappear. Players may choose to take lasting damage at their discretion. The magic lasts for thirty seconds.
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Eternal Sailor Oberon HP: 30 Action: Small response to Encke. Still with Caedus and Sessrumnir trying to mess with the lever. Damage N/A Location: D4
Oberon grit his teeth as Sessrumnir helped him try to wrap Caedus’ hand around the lever. He had no idea if it was going to do anything, but they had to try something and it was taking too long to try and break all the generators when everyone was being tainted by the Chaos filling the field around them.
“You tried once and then you gave up. Do you give up on everything after failing once?” he barked back at Encke. "Everyone is acting like he's dead when he's not!"
Maybe if they didn't get the starseed back. He just had to hope that the Knights attacking Lyndin were more committed to saving Caedus than everyone else.
He had blood soaking into his outfit, turning it from white to red where he’d been cut across the chest by the General. It burned and it, and the pain from the Chaos, brought tears to his eyes. But he was more frustrated by everyone leaving Caedus for dead, just because they had some trouble getting the starseed back the first time they tried.
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Squire Imbrium of Castor HP: 22 ( 75 - 5 - 15 - 15 - 18 ) Action: Booking it to D4 Damage 1d10 + 5 (shield magic, no roll; -5 to one ally, 1 use left) [ ] Location: B6 - > C5 -> D4
Hati, Skoll, and Lourdes were up and moving away, along with others, and Imbrium felt very alone, facing some ugly, ugly people.
One of those ugly jerks was Taenite, who- "******** really?" she asked, one second before the ice-knight was wrapped in a pillar of flames that made her screech in pain. Her own flame-red hair seemed to lift in the heat of the pillar, and as the magic faded, her clothes were charred and darkened.
The dark claws that tipped her fingers curled around the shield again, and the teeth she bared at the senshi were sharp and feline.
She seemed to be alone in here, minus a guy with a hat and the familiar Alphubel- and so Imbrium took the opportunity to FLEE the area. Sorry, hat-guy; Imbrium wasn't a fan of getting sweaty, and also not being set on fire. Alphubel? Well- she'd tell you she was sorry if you survived.
When she arrived near the center console she paused, taking a deep, ragged breath.
Eternal Nix HP: 100 Action: Nix will attack the F6 Generator with a Super attack. 1+7+3=11 Location: F6
Nix had been having a time. Was it a good one?
Well, maybe at first. Exhilarating, at least. Lots going on. But things were progressively getting weirder, and worse. So much worse. He'd been ducking and dodging and generally being a force of distraction against the force of chaos. Somehow managing to accomplish nothing of particular note, but also avoiding any nasty bashes to the face or what have you.
But now these generators were starting to really mess with his head, and so he decided it was time to shift his focus. So he went for the nearest generator, and tongue punched that thing has best he could.
It didn't feel like it did much.
But the weirdest thing about it? After he did it, his tongue--his real tongue--had trouble going back in his mouth. It hung out way too far.
"waaa?" he intoned around it, poking a gloved finger on his newly extended appendage.
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Lt. Cristobalite HP: 27 HP (-15 Yomi) = 12HP Action: Screw you, and your stupid magic too. Lashing out to attack Yomi. Damage: 3 (+5 Bonus) (+3 Rank) (+3 Faction) = 14 Location: F6
What was with these people and their goddamn magic. She had been assaulted by desperate ghosts at first, clung to and wailed at in a fashion that was arguably more exasperating than toddlers or addled pensioners... And now, well now she was being struck by more of their bullshit. It began with an assault directed at someone else, something she'd thought nothing off until it had rippled towards her and she found herself more than just a little distracted by the smells around her.
What had once been benign, a pleasant flower here and there or the faint aroma of aftershave or body spray. Now it was an assault on the senses and so overwhelming that her eyes had begun to water and her vision blurred. Any accuracy she might have had was questionable at best and it was safe to say that she was only vaguely aware of the words Yomi was speaking in her general direction.
...And then yet more of the damn stuff hit her.
Great, just great, something else that would stink. Ah, but on this occasion it didn't so much stink as make her hallucinate to the point that her brain clearly thought she was living in some zombie infested s**t hole. Skin was beginning to peel off her own arms, her fingers shrinking to the equivalent of a resident hag. Distraction upon distraction until she felt the surge of Chaos sweep through her and it was consumed by absolute disgust.
She would rip these worthless beasts apart.
"I'll rip out your tongues!"
It was with a roar that she threw her coin towards Yomi, it had been done not so much as to maximise the damage as to give her something to follow. The glint of gold just enough light in the air to point her in a general direction of something. She swung behind it, placing as much weight into the kick that was aimed towards her new found friend.
Admittedly that didn't mean it would hit it's mark properly, she could barely see as was; but like hell she wasn't going to give it her best shot to take these things down.
Lt. Diasporite HP: 50 Action: Duet with Adonis on the Devils Dance Floor, Tag teaming Meninx. Damage: 21 Location: D6 AutoBonus: (For My Memories Sake +1d10(Dice) +3(Faction) +3(Rank) +5(Onetimeonly!Extraspecialbitchs) )
Watched the goose go down like a pound of feather, and Diasporite took a bow, curtsied to his worth dance partner. Lit up with a smile that was all sharp whites, crested glint of joy and jangle of glittergolden heels in step.
"Oh? I would be absolutely *delighted*" and if the solo became a duet, beacame a tango as he watched the senshi (Adonis) step in to take his due - fillet his pound of flesh from those who dared?
Diasporite was right in behind him - marveled at how the magic of it all worked. Before quick stepping in with pointed jabs of brittle nails. Aimed for the softer spots on a body. Caught Diesel's smile in a flash and returned it however briefly - and wasn't it a sight? A trio going in - going after the poor soul about to be interrupted. Battle broken by one irritable chatty catty that seemed to be perched about the Senshi of Explosions shoulders.
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The Generator at B2 has been destroyed.
At first, it crackled. It sparked. The light dimmed.
The light flared.
The generator shot a great bright laser into the sky and then it exploded, sending shrapnel, debris, and a pulse of sickening energy washing across the area.
Captain Prehnite and Captain Wolframite lose 100 HP and no longer have any special bonuses from the generator. They are free to move around the field--or take their revenge.
Corrupt Basic Calaverite HP: 50 Action: Mad at team for not being good friends /// Attacking Nephthys Damage 7 + 3 (rank bonus) + 2 (basic senshi magic; uses 1/3) + 5 (chaos bonus) = 17 Location: D6
“Oooh, poor thing,” Calaverite clucked as he circled the downed boy, staring at the White Moon senshi through almost disproportionately wide red eyes, maybe with a tiny bit of longing toward the way the chaos morphed him. Dark nails, scarily skin. Maybe he would like it if Chaos did to him something similar… But not right now. “You shouldn’t have attacked Doggy. That’s how people get hurt,” he scolded with a huff.
And then stepped over him and flounced away.
The radiating pulse of Chaos from the main generator made Calaverite look longingly in that direction, and then swiveling to try and see where anyone else was. His general and Cervantite had both knocked around their own Order targets, and Cala sent them tiny little pouts that no one had like… invited him? They were supposed to be his friends. Why wouldn’t they let him do anything with them?
Even Weissite and Diasporite had found new friends, so that seemed unfair. His team was supposed to be including him.
Never mind that there was turmoil going on everywhere. They should pay attention to him, anyway. But since they weren’t, he had to do everything by himself. Had to find his own White Moon girl and attack her, and not get help from anyone because ******** them. The girl in particular had managed to slink away from everyone else and had summoned her own little creatures to attack.
Cala could sympathize. He delighted in seeing her and her bats and summoned his own, and sicced them at her, their leathery wings flapping delipidatedky as they flew forward.
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Sailor Scout Attack -- Carrion Call the Dead Summons two small ethereal decaying creatures of the same species (squirrels, bats, pugs, etc). They stink horrifically and move disjointedly, as if they haven't used their muscles in a long time. They must stay within twenty feet of Calaverite, but they can attack anyone within that range by charging, biting, or clawing. The creatures move slowly and need to receive a verbal signal from Calaverite before they act. Any damage is up to the player. The beasts remain for thirty seconds and can be summoned twice per battle.
“I’m fine,” Feldspar muttered as he cast a half-hearted glower back at Weissite. It felt like he had to reassure someone of that on every mission. That he was fine and could keep going and wasn’t a total waste of space. Maybe it was unfair to be offended at his friend for asking, since one of the knights had gone at him, but…
It was nowhere near as serious as what was happening to pretty much every member of Order around them.
He was pretty sure if he looked around Weissite’s significantly taller frame, past the main generator, out closer to the royals, he may have seen someone’s head leave their body. So that was… intense. But maybe he’d imagined it. Maybe it was just the chaos pulsing through the air. They weren’t supposed to kill anyone. Queen’s orders.
Didn’t mean it wouldn’t happen in the middle of a battle, he supposed… maybe he just wouldn’t look.
Keep to his own latch of grass, as it were. They still had a handful of opponents attacking their generator, and if he was so worried about doing what the Queen asked, might as well just look there. Focus there. Weissite was staying at his side. Less to worry about, as long as he wasn’t ditched to work alone.
Turning from where they’d attacked the last one, he took a swing at the squire that had appeared to attack the generator.
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Belmont, Page of Jupiter HP: 11/50 Action: Attacking Center; talking to Oberon Damage 6+3+1=10 Location: E5->D4
Belmont was visibly strained by all of this but was doing his best to stay composed. He’d had his starseed pulled, and being close to someone else who had--knowing their starseed was right there but out of reach left him feeling sick.
There was a lump in his throat and his stomach was twisting uncomfortably.
There wasn’t much he could do; he hit the generator, but he was worried about Sessrumnir, worried about him hurting his arm for no real purpose. If they couldn’t get the starseed back, what was the point of trying to keep the alien safe?
He didn’t know much about him at all and wasn’t really emotionally invested in this beyond knowing it was pretty shitty that they got ambushed. He’d been prepared. He’d tried his best.
And yet, people who were more skilled than him, more powerful than him, were still hurt, badly.
He wanted to be stronger. Wanted to be able to do the things they were doing, wanted to be able to keep them safe.
He stayed close to Sessrumnir, even though he seemed a bit nervous about trying to do anything with the thing blasting Chaos all around them. Or whatever was going on. He felt sick.
“How?” he blurted to Oberon. It wasn’t confrontational, it was confused. He hadn’t been doing this for long enough to know. How did you get a starseed from a seven foot tall alien who didn’t seem affected by anything?
He didn’t think he was strong enough, and he didn’t even know if he cared enough, but he’d listen, at least. He’d try to help if someone had a plan.
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Sava was moving, and it wasn't like they had really coordinated, but there was something safer about being around her.
Safe sounded good.
Especially with all of this Chaos pulsing around them, choking him. He felt dizzy. He felt mad.
Mostly, he felt lost. He felt like he was hanging onto threads of rationality that were rapidly coming undone.
In the absence of a plan, he relied on instinct--and instinct said to stop the thing that came to life and made him feel like this. He didn't know what more there was for him to do here, so he followed after Sava and attacked the machine as well.
Hylonome of Edelweiss HP: 50 Action: blacking out and going black Damage --- Location: B2 - somewhere.
'It wasn't supposed to be this way'
Hylonome had managed to put a bit of distance between the generator that she had managed to throw a rock at before a deep burning sensation had begun deep in her chest. Figuring the proximity to the generator was causing some internal damage or something the white clad senshi had started to drag herself away from what she believed the source of her discomfort to be. The area of her vision continued to shift erratically, growing smaller and then at times expanding before shrinking again that was, in no uncertain words, very disorienting to the young woman.
In one of these moments of having her vision decrease to a few mere pinpricks of light did the waves of chaos energy finally succeed in thoroughly obtaining a hold on the starseed inside of her chest. Hylonome cried out in silent agony as she clutched tightly at the fabric that covered the afflicted area. What was going on? Was she dying? Had she been exposed to lethal radiation? All her thoughts coalesced into a single thought.
'In hindsight, maybe I should've stayed home,'
As the thought trailed off, Hylonome collapsed to the ground, agony infiltrating every single pore of her body. She mercifully didn't experience it as her mind had effectively gone for a small mental vacation. Her once pristine fuku that had been obtaining streaks of black was now completely saturated throughout. She didn't feel the changes as chaos completed the transformation to a newly corrupted senshi.
Lepus hadn’t been a full senshi for very long, but the oppressive evilness in the air was definitely hard to ignore. Through sheer willpower, or sheer stubbornness, she’d managed to stave off the attempted corruption for now, though patches of her uniform were certainly trying to turn dark colors.
Etoile had stepped away from the generator, with a senshi Lepus didn’t know, but she didn’t exactly have to worry about potential catnapping when it wasn’t as if anyone could leave. Charybdis stepped away, following Etoile, and then came back with a brand new set of wings, nuking the generator with a magic seal. That was pretty impressive, and Lepus was pretty proud of her younger (yet taller) friend, and she was sure Etoile was, too.
"Come on chibis, it's our time to shine!"
Lepus wasn’t a chibi senshi anymore, technically, but when Charybdis took off for the south, towards the next generator, she headed off after her, because well, she was an honorary chibi. Also, because Aomori and Hokkaido were following after, and she was supposed to be a proper mentor and whatnot.
Also also, because Etoile had gone down that way, of course.
Hessonite had her eyes on the battle. She watched intently, leaning forward a bit with her fingers curled around the handle of her scissors. The dual-bladed weapon was only slightly piercing the ground and made a comfortable prop for her to rest against as her eyes eagerly darted across the field.
She and the others were stationed on the outskirts for a reason. She had expected some to run, they all had.
She hadn’t expected anyone to run right at her.
The barrage of bubbles surprised her as they exploded against her but she was trained for the unexpected. Sitting idly by did nothing for her and she relished the chance for combat.
“Give up and die?” she challenged. She stood up straight, and a grin spread across her face eagerly. “Who gives up when they’re winning?”
She could have reached for her blades, she knew how lethal they were. She knew that wasn’t the point of this mission.
Subdue them.
Correct them.
Save them.
She moved, fast, and plunged her hand into Deneb’s chest like she was going to tear out her heart.
She could have.
Instead, she wrapped her fingers around Deneb’s starseed--tight enough to startle, maybe even tight enough to hurt, just a bit. She eased pressure when she had a good grip on it. “Don’t you want to win for once, too?”
There was so much Chaos in the air that she hardly had to expend any of her own energy to push it into Deneb’s starseed.