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Cadet Valnyr HP: 34 Action:: Attacking nearby generator surrounded by otherwise dangerous 'Youma' and Eternal. What could possibly go wrong? Damage: 1 (+3 Rank) = 4 Location: B5->B6
She hadn't yet found the companions she had met on earth, those she had been shown wonders by and introduced to a variety of Earthen splendors. Unbeknownst to her she had passed them like ships in the knight, all of them otherwise lost in the crowds of locations she had already retreated from in her search. With no success to be had, she could do little else but look towards the generator nearby and purse her lips.
...Even if she'd had the opportunity to ask for directions that would now be useless. Having thrown her Comtech to the side she had lost the ability to converse in their language and as such she was very much on her own. Well, she had made her bed and it was hers to lie in, she knew that much...even if it did cause her stomach to churn with nerves.
She couldn't run back now, and even if she did, she would never have forgiven herself.
It was with slow and measured steps that she moved towards the generator, quietly at first so as not to attract too much attention, and then she lifted her blaster to fire. She wouldn't seek to assault anyone else there, her only interest was in ensuring the generator fell.
This entire catastrophe felt like Everything You Shouldn't Do in Dark Souls games. Niter couldn't keep track of who was where, didn't know which allies did what, who of the enemy was worth banishing to another dimension, or if he should use his magic on a generator to keep one working or if that would ruin everything, he just — had too many unanswered questions. Too many, and not enough information to work off of for this ******** of a fight.
So he uh. Made good time hiding away from everyone else and trying to collect his wits.
It was only until Jet got on an intercom and gave an order that he had some clue what to do with himself. It was terribly dangerous, he knew, and he wasn't that comfortable with combat, but the Eternal that Jet called out was already severely weakened. But she was a Negaverse senshi. But she was also attacking another General (Ashanite).
Well. Jet knew what he was doing better than Niter did. Who was he to argue?
So he slipped between the writhing bodies of battle, sidestepped foes, cut behind Spacewatch's line of sight where she was already caught up with others. And he — did the first thing that came to mind. Which was an attempt to punch her in the back of the head.
The scent from the Senshi (Myrrha) was overwhelming, but not as overwhelming as the loud Senshi (Ida) that thought it necessary to try and bolster their attack by giving a motivational speech.
That was more annoying than the overwhelming scent of some kind of fruity perfume that assaulted his nostrils. It reminded him of something his mother would have worn, and he really hated that woman. He hated a lot of people, but the reminder was unwelcome.
He crossed his small area of the field to swing his pick at the Ida, hoping to at least weaken her enough to leave the area.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2021 12:36 pm
Lysithea Eternal Senshi of Unicorns HP: 60 Action: Healing Faustite for 10 HP, feeling ill and keeping hold of Ilse's hand, thinking that there is more than one way to stop chaos Damage N/A Location: B4 --> B6
Lysithea rested her cheek against Ilse’s hand and nodded gently. “...Yeah. Come with me though, Illy…” She murmured, struggling to get up and tugging the corrupt with her. “Come with me, so we can go together.”
She had to keep fighting, had to keep trying to beat the chaos. But...God, it was hard.
Lysithea swayed as she made her way towards the area where the flame youma was. There was things to do. She...well. She hoped it was faustite. She thought it might be.
Nobody else was that...fire-y.
But he was too much on fire...and she was worried.
Each step she took felt like a mile. The feathers on her buttwings were falling off behind her, and her fuku was getting more and more black spots on it. “...Illy...I’m so sorry...You know that, don’t you?”
She stumbled and coughed, her chest burning as she finally made it close enough to speak to the youma. “...Hey...Hey...F-faustite?”
Her eyes were burning with tears. Her friend. Her friend had become a true monster...and that…
That was horrible. “...Faustite we…” The words died and she squeezed Ilse’s hand. No, they couldn’t save him, could they. God, she was useless. Cosmos had abandoned them. They were all going to corrupt here. Chaos was going to win.
But…
“Faustite…” Tugging the corrupt with her, Lysithea moved as close as she could to the flaming youma, casting her healing magic.
She couldn’t save him, but perhaps she could help.
Monoceros wasn't sure what else to do at this point. Besides attacking the generators. Everyone was scrambling away from this area after the explosion and Adria was doing okay. Shaky, but okay, as far as he could tell.
Inhaling slowly, he turned, scanning the area. Okay, there was the nearest generator—and that was... Lysithea, her fuku bleeding black, as she stumbled with a corrupted Senshi towards a youma and healed him. Now obviously Monoceros was all for doing that, but was right now really the best time?!
It probably wasn't, but... That was their pledge, after all. Lips pursing with determination, he chased after them. Maybe he couldn't heal (wait, he had that cracked bone, didn't he? he wasn't sure what that would do for the youma, though), but he could help stand guard and protect the corrupt and the youma from others while Lysithea worked—or, if need be, protect Lysithea from them. As long as she didn't fully corrupt.
Gods above, but he hoped she didn't. He didn't want that to happen to her.
"Wait up," he panted as he caught up, "Hold on, I'm not gonna hurt you guys, I promise."
Character name, rank, and a link to their journalLt. Nagyágite HP: 50 Action: Attacking Meissa with poison spit! Damage 10 + 3 + 5 + 5 = 23 DMG Location: F6
Nagyágite had been moving about the battlefield, looking for the best place and opportunity to strike. Truly, this was the most fun he'd had in a long, long time--no need to worry about anything but the thrill of battle and the taste of power in the air.
And oh, Nagyágite relished the taste of power. It filled him, suffused him, egged him on, and he prowled, seeking an ideal target to sink his fangs into. There were so, so very many options--Order was putting up such a beautiful, tragic last resistance. But he had to pick the perfect one.
A dark smile crossed his face when he spotted the pretty Senshi in some sort of animal print--she was attacking one of the generators. And that just wouldn't do.
As beautiful as all this fight was, it could not be allowed to succeed.
So he slid up near her, hissed as loud as he could manage, and spit youma-cobra venom directly at her skin.
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Nagyágite's fangs can be used to deliver a toxic bite, or he can spit venom up to three feet. His venom mimics king cobra venom, causing muscle aches, blurred vision, vertigo, and drowsiness for 25 seconds, though if players wish to plot for longer or more severe effects that is possible. He can use this three times in a battle.
Shiroyama had become used to the occasional mass ******** in her time as a Page. And an interesting letter, sent to all parties, offering to meet to deploy a grand weapon that might end the war? That held her attention. So she came, and she watched, in horror, as all the promises that had been made crumbled to dust.
It wasn't as if she didn't understand. The way Lyndin spoke was the way of a man driven to desperation--driven to whatever acts seemed necessary to protect those he cared about. His planet. His people.
Earth was not his home, and Shiroyama could not begrudge him trading them for his own people.
But she could begrudge the pain that coursed through her. The darkness that sought to claim her. The darkess that sourced from those strange, vile generators.
Blackness crawled in. Her uniform began to shift. A jacket, a skirt, epaulets.
In her fingers, the arrow she carried began to change, too, forming into a bokken that felt firmer under her grip.
Good.
The closer she got to the generator, though, the more confused she became. Where was she? Why was she here? What was she doing?
Blackness seeped deeper, gripped her very soul.
Shiroyama struggled against the pain, against the Chaos that sought to claim her. She strained, stumbled, near to the generator but not near enough to hit it. Merely feet from the three Generals now guarding it.
Her knees gave out at the same time her soul did. Her new bokken drove into the dirt, and she leaned on it, heavily.
Chaos stole the last pieces of Page Shiroyama, and left a nameless, puzzled Lieutenant in her place, blinking.
But there were three people near her, and all of them felt powerful--felt like authority. And in her confused, blank state, the new Lieutenant turned to them, and blinked.
"Where am I?" She asked Jet, Aquamarine, Ashanite."Who am I? What....are we doing here?"
Andronicus Knight of Uranus HP: 35 /100 Action: Trying to get Lyndin to understand that he's dooming Earth, with wind Damage: 5 (1d10 roll) + 7 (Rank) + 5 (Magic, final use) = 17 Location: D4 -> D3
Two blaster bolts into her back sent her back tingling and shoulders numb for a moment. She couldn't fault the cadets, she really couldn't. They were just doing what they were told to do, doing what they needed to do for their own world. She understood it, stars she understood it. But doing it this way? By sacrificing all of them to Metallia just so he could get a chance to take a broken and malformed starseed back to the Cauldron?
Andronicus couldn't understand. The cadet that glared at her was right. She didn't understand. She didn't understand making an alliance with a force you wanted to destroy, she didn't understand leaving Caedus to die - twice now - for the greater good, she didn't understand why that crystal was needed for the core of Velencya.
"You... you're a coward Lyndin! A COWARD! Couldn't kill Caedus yourself so you tasked Metallia to do it, only you didn't anticipate Caedus not wanting to die! So now you sacrifice all of us to Metallia because you couldn't be bothered to kill him when you had the chance!?" screamed Andronicus, using her staff to hold herself up until feeling came back into her shoulders and spine. Dark winds tore at her hair, pulling sections from the braid as her knight magic reacted to her rage and despair, and the Chaos in the air.
"Even if you take it back to the Cauldron now it could be a thousand years before Sailor Velenia is reborn! You are dooming your people regardless Lyndin! Just put it back and stop this!" She hadn't quite meant to follow Lyndin, or even prep her magic for another attack, but she saw the ball of dark gale winds leave the staff before she could pull the attack.
Come find me in the next, Alexandria... I'm sorry I'm like this...
Andronicus clenched her fingers around the shaft of the staff. Code, Cosmos, Uranus, please... help us. Save us.
Character name, rank, and a link to their journalCaptain Marialite HP: 75 Action: HELLO ETERNAL RIVAL, HAVE A KNIFE. (Attacking Monoceros!) Damage 6 + 5 + 4 + 5 = 20 DMG Location: B6
The song of battle. The clatter and clash of weapons. The screams of death, despair. Marialite reveled in every second of it, inhaling deeply and drinking in the Chaos in the air. This was the sort of thing she longed for, lived for, now that she was corrupted. And what a beautiful thing it was.
Death. Destruction. The song of it all.
And there!! There, among all of it!!
"MONCEROS!!" Marialite screamed his name, and charged in with reckless abandon, both knives flashing. It didn't matter that he was surrouned by allies. he wouldn't be, soon enough. And so she would subdue him. Put him on the ground. Make sure he wasn't resisting the Chaos that would bring him home.
Cadet Neryn HP: 50/ 50 Action: Following Lyndin, trying to not think about what is going on Damage: Only their emotions and trust in Lyndin if they think too hard Location: E3 -> D3
Lyndin was repelling the attacks against him, beseeching the cadets to come home with him and that this was necessary. This was... necessary? Abandoning these senshi and knights - perhaps misguided, perhaps lacking in structure or leadership - to the very thing they were supposed to destroy. It just... it just didn't sit well with Neryn. It was one thing to go "do not get attached" and another thing to abandon your allies. That didn't... that didn't seem very Velencian.
Thinking about it hurt though. It paralyzed them, it brought their feet to a standstill. Made them question everything and wonder what exactly was their purpose here. In the Vanguard. As part of Velencya.
That hurt even more.
So Neryn did not think. Did not question. Did not try to figure out what they wanted to do. It was easier to not think, to simply follow and do what they were told. To follow Lyndin and return to a dying world that may or may not could be saved at this point. A world they'd never known except in history recordings.
A world that, rightly, Neryn had no place on.
"For Velencya... For Velenia... I am here, Commodore..." they said, voice devoid of emotion. Purple eyes looked at the man with a blank stare. Maybe once they were home... Neryn could...
No. No they couldn't. Not now, not ever.
If they did, they'd probably put a knife in Lyndin's back... and then their own heart.
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Neryn has finally caught up with Lyndin and the other cadets around him
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2021 2:35 pm
Chibi Hokkaido HP: 25/50 Action: something something summoning cute porxies- I mean baku Damage: Location: F5 to F6
Hokkaido continued to be dragged by her twin to the next generator, as they equally continued to follow after Charybdis. She really hoped this would all be over soon… and not in the bad and scary sort of way that it was currently turning out to be. People were starting to act strangely, bright colors turned dark…
Charybdis had managed to take down the last generator they had been at- could she do it again? Hokkaido quietly whispered the name of her magic, calling on the magic porxie baku again and directing it at Charybdis. It was the best she could do, or rather, the best she wanted to do? Other than hide in a corner until all the bad guys went away, anyway.
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i just wanna randomly note here that essentially she summons a baku that suspiciously looks like ezel ii from the pixie beast tribe quests but totally isn’t for copyright reasons
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: Captain Siegenite HP: 75 Action: Attacking Dejanira! Damage 3 + 5 + 4 + 5 = 17 DMG Location: F6
Siegenite was, first and foremost, a solider. That was what he had been made into--Tristan Baskerville had been a doctoral student, but Tristan had chosen to be remade, and while Siegenite remembered nothing of being Mycenae of Mercury--a whisper of a name, little more--he did remember a great aversion to Wonders, to planets, to space.
He did not need to like ti to see its power used, though, and this comet--this comet was infusing all of them with great, enormous energy.
It was a struggle not to laugh, but Siegenite was stonefaced as he prowled the generators. There were options--a Squire attacking a Lieutenant, others--but his eyes fell on a Senshi that so far seemed left alone, with bright red hair. (Dejanira)
Stone-faced, calm, calculated, cold, he move din, swinging his heavy staff with its orb.
"Get down," he said, frostily, "and let Chaos take you."
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Character name, rank, and a link to their journal:Transcendent Eternal Sailor Kerberos HP: 100 Action: Attacking Jet! FOR VENGEANCE. Damage 8 + 7 + 4 = 19 DMG Location: F2
Sheikh's head rolled.
The sight of it made Kerberos feel sick, for a moment. Sheikh had escaped the Negaverse's hold, and for what--to die as himself? To have his head taken, and his starseed stolen, moments after getting free?
It wasn't fair. It was awful, and cruel, and monstrous.
And once his stomach was done lurching, Kerberos got angry.
He was used to his anger burning hot, driving him to bloody, gory violence. He sort of expected to want to launch at Jet and rip him limb from limb. This time, though, the rage descended on him like cooling, focusing ice, and as Jet and two other Generals dealt with a traitorous Eternal Senshi that didn't have the good goddamn sense to get herself purified before attacking a generator, he planned his course of action. Three Generals, one him.
The good news was, they couldn't kill him in a way that mattered. Yes, Keiran Hawke's life might end, and Kerberos very much did not want that--hadn't wanted to die for a very long time--but Kerberos would live on, soul protected by his planet.
So. It was a risky move. But it was one he had to make.
He moved closer. Enough for his magic to reach. Whatever was in the air meant that it likely wouldn't affect the others--but that was fine with him.
He did not shout the name of his attack. Did not scream his hatred or his fury.
He was calm, and cold, and icy as he said, looking dead at Jet, "Asphodel's. Requiem."
Whatever pain it caused Jet, it wouldn't bring Sheikh back. But this would have to be enough.
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Sailor Kerberos says the name of his attack and spreads his arms, and in a radius of ten feet around him, a field of asphodel flowers grows up. Anyone Chaos-corrupted within the radius experiences crippling grief and hopelessness. In addition, the affected characters see a vision of someone they care about dying or dead. If they attempt to interact with this vision, they will find it insubstantial and untouchable, and the illusion will vanish, but the feelings of grief and hopelessness otherwise induced by the attack will remain for the duration (as they're separate from the illusion itself). This attack lasts for 40 seconds. Sailor Kerberos can use this attack once per battle.
Name: Page Necromanteion HP: 30 Action: Smacking the Gen and regretting life Damage8+3+1=12 Location: B2 > D4
It was hard for him to breathe, hard to see. His vision blurred and frayed at the edges. His clothes felt like they were constricting him. The Page staggered back towards the Generator, towards Malus. He wasn't sure were Lupu had disappeared to in the fray but he hoped with all he had that the Knight was okay. His body shook as he brought his hands together over his head, crashing them down against the Generator. He didn't want to go back. He was finally happy again.
"Malus." Necro choked out, unsure if the Senshi could even hear him. "M-mal. We're gonna be okay." Necro wouldn't let things go back to how it was. He didn't want that for himself, or Evan. Not again. "You're gonna be okay." He promised.
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