Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: General Amazonite HP:100 Action: Attacking Adorea to stop her from continuing to heal the enemy! Damage 5 + 7 + 5 + 5 = 22 DMG Location: D4
Amazonite had been watching, waiting. As a General, it was smartest for her to deploy against the biggest threats, but most of the Eternals and Knights that were actually threatening things seemed thoroughly well-handled.
Except.
One of their own.
Amazonite narrowed her eyes at Adorea, and it was with a quick step that she was over. Healing the enemy--not a good look in the middle of a massive fight. Certainly the waves of Chaos in the air would bend most of them to the Negaverse's will, but it was better if they weren't ******** resisting.
Amazonite knew. she had fought, and it had left her with nothing.
So she moved over, and walked as if she was going to walk right past--and reached over, when she was next to Adorea, and shoved her hand in the Corrupt's chest. Her fingers curled around the girl's starseed, and she squeezed.
"Darling," she drawled, "you want to think very hard about what you're doing. If you're giving out heals, take care of our fighters, first."
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal : Corrupt Sailor Alkmene HP: 50 Action: Attacking Valnyr! kick my leggy up REAL far-- (Also piloting some Faustite dialogue with permission!) Damage 4 + 3 + 5 = 12 DMG Location: B6
Alkmene was doing his best to be a decent stand-in for his sister. Lilith was at home with a pretty nasty flu, and so here he was, standing in for both of them, fighting at Faustite's side. It was actually as pretty spectacular experience, for his first battle as a Corrupt. They'd gotten the drop on Order, charged in at full force, gone for the throat--and now there were waves of Chaos pulsing across the field, and Alkmene breathed it in gladly.
There were a few possible targets around for his magic, but he was still holding it back for the moment, because someone nasty might show up that he'd be ideal against.
But there were orders.
"Get the ******** that shot the generator!" His General barked.
"Which ********, sir?" Alkmene shot back, because there were quite a lot of Order ******** around.
"That ******** alien scum!"
Ah. A clear order.
Some might have found that confusing, but Faustite had never once referred to Senshi as "aliens" --so he could only mean the actual alien with the little blaster gun. Alkmene darted over, skirt swishing around his thighs, and paused briefly in front of her.
"Sorry, honey," he said, "but that was really stupid." Could she understand him? He was, admittedly, not sure. What effect would his magic have on her? Also not sure. So he would hold it, for the moment. Instead, he spun on one heel, bright his leg up, and aimed to roundhouse kick her in the side as hard as he could with his fancy new boots.
Character name, rank, and a link to their journalCorrupt Sailor Mirzam HP: 50 Action: Attacking Polydeuces! Damage 8 + 3 + 2 + 5 = 18 DMG Location: B2
They were an effective combination. Mirzam knew that. They'd learned that when they were fighting Pavo--now corrupted--and again in the Rift, where by sticking together they had both escaped in one piece. Cleeia's affliction had been temporary, and now they got to show up at the biggest party the Negaverse had ever thrown, and they could be at the center of it.
It had been a fun one so far, and Mirzam hoped that her precious little Helena was here somewhere--that she might spot the pretty girl in her pretty hat and hold her, while Chaos took her soul.
But she didn't see that distinctive witch hat anywhere, and so she had no reason to peel away from the generator she was near.
She'd watched other Chaos agents turn on it, had grabbed Cleeia and held him back to stop him from doing the same. No need to get themselves foolishly
The generator was down--but the scum that had destroyed it were still all gathered around, and there was one that made a tempting target. A first stage, like them. Easily overwhelmed.
"Cleeia," she said, and she turned her brother's head. "That one."
And then, she moved in, and cast.
"Bedlam Dance!"
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Mirzam speaks the name of her attack, touches her chest, and then gestures outward at a target within six feet of her. Green smoke swirls from her hand to the target, and they are filled with a desire to cause chaos and bedlam--which can include attacking nearby civilians, breaking objects within reach, or any number of other things, including attacking Mirzam!--and if they resist the urge, they feel as if they are burning up from inside, like the rage is causing actual physical pain. This attack lasts for 25 seconds, and Mirzam can use it three times per battle.
Character name, rank, and a link to their journalCorrupt Sailor Cleeia HP: 50 Action: Attacking Polydeuces! Damage 2 + 3 + 2 + 5 = 12 DMG Location: B2
This had not been Cleeia's idea of fun.
Not, at least, until chaos began to sweep over the field in wave.s Not until it sank into him, bolstered him, made him go from leaning against Mirzam to standing up straight. Made his eyes light with an eagerness to fight.
Oh. Was this what his sister felt like every time she powered up?
He turned to her with wide eyes, feeling excitement thrum through him. She'd had to grab him and hold him back to keep him from venting the desire to fight on the generator the way others had, but she'd kept him in place, and now that the compulsion had passed, she had new orders.
He didn't say anything, just nodded sharply, and moved in to attack with her.
Together, always.
"Dark Inspiration!"
The double whammy of both their attacks, all over again. Time to see what it did this time.
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Cleeia speaks the name of his attack, drawing the form of a strange glyph in the air, which appears glowing yellow as he draws it. He then gestures towards a target, and the glyph flies over, passing through them and dispersing into a yellow mist. The target finds themself seized by mad inspiration--they feel as if they suddenly understand how to get past any roadblocks they've been experiencing how to sort their s**t out in general, et cetera. This fervent inspiration lasts for 20 seconds, and then ends dramatically, leaving the target suddenly devoid of the inspiration they had. It can leave behind a lingering sensation that if only they could remember, they would be able to fix all their problems, or other haunting effects at player discretion. Cleeia can use this magic three times per battle.
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sry, the sibs move as one because cleeia's afraid of everything XD
Dejanira fell to her knees she couldn't breathe she had done everything she could to help the order side and she hoped it would be enough. She glared at the Captain that wanted her to let chaos take her. She frowned "No, I won't." She said. Her words were brave but she wasn't so certain she would be able to hold out without becoming corrupt and losing everything she loved about herself. She was the senshi was raspberries. Becoming the corrupt senshi of raspberries was a terrifying thought. Still she didn't know if she had much of a chocie. She was weakened and she didn't know how much longer she could last in this chaos before it would be too late.
Sailor Scout Attack: Raspberry jam smash
Sailor Dejanira creates a red ball of magic raspberry jam that she jumps into the air and smashes down on her target. The attack has a stinging sensation (with skin contact) that lasts about 30 secs. range about 5 meters
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Raspberry jam blast (twice per battle)
Sailor Dejanira jumps into the air and shoots a ball of raspberry jam at her target. The attack has a slightly longer stinging sensation (must be skin contact), that lasts about 30 sec. range about 10 meters
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Cadet Andreiya HP: 45/50 Action: trying to support Naeria Damage: N/A Location: D4? (moving with Naeria)
Andreiya didn’t know what was going on. He felt so out of the loop in all of this. He heard half the words being spoken and the other half were an uncomfortable static in his ear. His heart had seized and he couldn’t find his voice. All thoughts turned to an uncomfortable haze of conceptual garbage.
Naeria had moved away and he had been too afraid to catch up with her then, but now?
She looked like she was going to fall, and even if he didn’t understand why she was questioning the Commodore, he moved to her side to help support her. He didn’t look at him, he didn’t want there to be any mistaking his loyalty.
He was supporting the Vanguard. He was staying in a group, like Lyndin said. He was watching out for her, like Lyndin said.
...Even if that volatile starseed and the tumultuous energy bursting from it left fear in his heart.
Andronicus scared him so much he just wanted to run, but his loyalty to the Vanguard gave him the strength to stay close. He was trembling and held Naeria close, as if he might still try to protect her from anyone else.
One moment, Ganymede was promising to protect her, to protect all of them, and Cybele was taking heart. The next, the head of one of the senshi that she'd just purified was rolling at her feet.
Yet, no disgust rose in Cybele's throat as she eyed the corpse. There was no fear, there, either, no anger.
Even the panic that had gripped her over her own situation began to fade somewhat as the black spread farther across her outfit. The hope that had followed at the words of her friends left her, too.
The apathy that had marked her time as a Corrupted Senshi began to settle heavily in her chest in its place.
Looking Sheikh, she saw her own end flash before her eyes, and she accepted it. She felt the possibility of corruption, especially as Ganymede moved away from her, and she accepted that, too.
She breathed in, focused on what needed to be done, glanced to the generator in front of her that still stood. Generals guarded it now, two men who had both committed murder in front of her eyes.
She walked forwards anyway. They seemed slightly distracted by some Corrupt.
In the meantime, she called on her last use of Super magic and moved to jam a silver heel into the generator.
Captain Prehnite HP: 62 Action: Shouting orders, plucking petals, Kraking open a Kraken. Damage: 21 Location: B2 - Shakespeare square or death. AutoBonus (For my Memories Sake: 1d10 Dice +4(Faction) +5(Rank) +5('HitmebabyOnemoretime')
"All for the want of a horseshoe nail -- our kingdom." Prehnite seethed, rocked in the aftermath of the generator felled. Scrabbled up from his knees, and as bereft as he was for the loss of a boon; for the loss of power granted and a job nearly so completely well. In front of Lepidolite no less. He was also by some measure relieved. They had made a solid go of it, had held as well as they could've against surmounting odds that had grown and swell as time had ticked ever on.
Prehnite found himself proud. Siphoned the chaos in the air - channeled it into commands and steps as his gaze lit across the battlefield, plucked targets from the mire.
Started with the one...
"and this, pebble instep that would make a beast felled and lame. Oh...I'm going to keep you little flower." and this one? Edelweiss flower at their feet -(Hylonome). Who had played in their last moments a miniscule blooming David against the beast of their towering Goliath. Cracked the basin of power open and set it off to explode - with naught but a pebble?
"HATSYA!"
"If you could keep this one safe and sound?" and his grin belied his relief, touch of manic poison that lent itself well and true under the chocking swaths of chaos filled air. "I believe in you, you've done - so very well." and her magic was perfect for this one task. Could halt any incoming attacks, errant or otherwise.
No need to fight in defense of something that was dead and blown wide open. No, he would put her to something simpler instead, to the watch of a freshly wilted flower. Senshi gone dark and beauteous - felled to the corruption around them.
She was likely better for it. They'd take care of her. Hatsya, would take care of her. Just for a moment.
Prehnite left her to it, a brief order, a nod, something softer hidden in the smile before he quickly strode off - because there were some bodies that were not worth sparing. That deserved to be added to the pile, to a pyre even. "Iolanthe! My deadly darling nightshade - their all yours." called his weapons to hand and gestured to the whole of the place, the battlefield at large. "Have your fill, your starlit skies, just like I promised. A whole ******** field of stars --- Stay off those royals though." because he owed her the sun and the moon, because he had more promises to make and keep to her.
To his team.
Kept that all in mind even as he caught Wolframite taking off across the field, claw and tooth hunting after a sea beast, and where the creaking oars and sound of dying men had startled him before. Without the bait to pull his senses spiraling - it was so much easier to focus.
Scylla is speaking to Lyndin and all of the Velencyans
Transcended Eternal Scylla HP: 39 (100 - 24 (Blast) - 22 (Wolf) - 15 (Prehnite) * Note: (Article of Resilience -1 damage) Action: Going to D4. Talking to Lyndin. Crushing the Console. Damage 1d10 + 7 + 1 (Article of Strength) + 2(2x) / 3 (2x+1 alt) / 4(1x) / +5 (1xmetallic bracelet) 8+7+1+4+5(bracelet) = 25 damage to the center console [ damage] Location: D4
At first she had thought her new magic would be ineffective. Perhaps the Chaos was simply too strong- perhaps the 'little fish' would not fall to the lure of her stinky, foul goop.
But then it began. Prehnite, first, then others descending on the stuff like... ravenous chaos-creatures. And Scylla's eyes went wide, a flash of dark glee running through her as their own people descended upon the generator, joining Order in smashing it to bits with weapon and magic. The senshi of the Kraken took one step back, then another, something cruel and vicious slipping across her face, a flicker of darkness floating across her starseed, and then-
SCYLLA! Her body jerked, her head moving back and trying to identify who had screamed her name in all the chaos- whoever it had been the voice was familiar, and it was only as she saw Lourdes falling to her knees, her uniform shaking, did she realize what had happened. I'm so sorry, she thought to the other woman- but she couldn't- not now. She needed to do something about this all, and things were still taking too long. Even Castor was falling to the darkness pouring out of the center console- she would need to step over and face it. Face him, laying there, while she could do nothing except... what?
Sit on Lyndin? Somehow she thought that would work very poorly.
She sensed Wolframite too late, and the feeling of his big clawed hands scratching fiercely across her skin, sliding lightly over her cheek- too close to her throat, too close- maki the senshi jump back, the sound of creaking wood and oppressive cold following her movement. The half-youma's strikes were too close- one of her deep blue butt-wings took part of a blow, and as she spun away she lost part of a ribbon. Claws raked her arms as she threw them up to defend herself against the blows, cursing and defending with thin arms that were ineffective at best.
"Not today, Wolfy," she told him wryly, and didn't fight back, choosing instead to fall back- just as the generator exploded. Scylla laughed with delight, the sound rife with despair, and a hint of madness. "Let me take a rain check on the violence date."
Prehnite's attack made her hiss in fury and she cast a vicious glare to the Chaos agent, extending a middle finger as more wounds opened, her blood dripping onto the ground.
She turned, abandoning the remains of the generator and her allies there. There was more to be done. Preferably before more people jumped on her. And as she moved back to D4- it had taken too long to take out the Column, seeing in horror that a knight had listed Caedus' body and Castor's beauty was going dark...
Scylla stopped in front of Lyndin. Hands down, she trembled as she lifted her head. "I'm sorry." she said it clearly to the entire group. "I didn't mean for your ally to get caught. I didn't mean to attack you- well, I did, I just- Fear." she swallowed, and she lifted her hand to brush at Lyndin's cheeks, as all too recently she had done to Caedus. And at those pinched, trembling lips that she knew. "I will understand if you need vengeance. Just- my sister is here. She's a child. Only 11. I have to stop that console." she laughed, vaguely hysteric, choking it back. "I have to stop it, and then you can see justice done if you need it."
Still, she lifted her head again. "And my offer stands. My homeworld is alive. Encke's is alive. Others have living homeworlds. Your people have TIME we humans do not- but you do not have the time to risk another 1000 years, do you?" she looked at Lyndin, and others. "Lyndin, please. Give Caedus back his starseed. Let him say his goodbyes. Let him make a choice in a way everyone can accept. Even you. There are dozens of LIVING worlds- no. They are not Velencya, are not Velenia, but they can be home while your people do repairs, and while Sailor Velenia is reborn safely. Naturally. They are SAFE homes. We are still protected by the Surrounding, for now. And you probably have the ability to encourage the worlds to grow the things you need, don't you?"
Her hand shook against his cheek before she lowered it. "I think Caedus loved you- all of you. He seemed so proud of you when he spoke to me about what you had accomplished. No one wants to die, and he struggled to live. A thousand years, Lyndin, he was trapped in darkness. Just... please think on it." Scylla bowed to the aliens for a moment, including them all in the motion as best she could. "Again- I'm sorry for the loss of your people- and my part in it."
The moment could not have the gravity it deserved. Chaos pulsed again, and Scylla righted herself, shoulders back. "Now excuse me, I have to go try and smash your machines again."
Her hand trembled as she called up her eternal magic around the center console, the metallic bracelet glowing at her wrist. The earth near the machine trembled and shook as fifteen feet of Kraken rose around the machine and grabbed. Squeezing. Struggling against the metallic object, as the sounds of screaming and terror moved with her.
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Scylla's passive is active
Those within the range of Scylla's aura become quite aware of who they are near. The air around her seems to grow cold and oppressive; and when she moves the creaking of ships can be heard, and the sounds of wood splintering and metal bending, water splashing, men crying out in terror. From the corner of their eyes they may think they see something moving in the darkness, but there is nothing there. Familiar friends may (somehow) find her aura soothing, catching a glimpse of light to reassure them. Enemies may find her aura less so.
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Mont Saint Michel, Knight of Saturn HP: 54 Action: Attacking Chambersite (magic 3/3 uses used) ; carrying Adria and Julienne out Damage 7+7+3=17 Location: B4->D4
What the ********. What the <********>. Everyone left? Adria was on the ground, bleeding out, and they left? The leastMonoceros could do was like--step on Chambersite on the way out! And what the <********> was Lysithea doing--had the Chaos gotten to her? She was walking right into it--holding hands with a Corrupted Senshi?
He looked at Malus and was frustrated that he couldn’t just split himself in three. He wanted to be with Lysithea, pulling her away from the Chaos. He wanted to go grab Malus and tell him it was going to be okay. He wanted to murder Chambersite--well, okay, that he could do; he kicked him again while he was trying to get up--and make sure Adria was okay.
“I will kill you,” he swore, and it took everything he had to pull himself up, to pick Adria up, to pick Julienne up, and to stomp over to where Malus was. He looked over his shoulder at Lysithea because he wanted to be with her, wanted to pull her away from all that Chaos--but he couldn’t leave Adria here, and he couldn’t take him down there.
He’d just find somewhere safe for Adria. Just real fast. And then he’d go get Lysithea. Get her out of there.
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: Corrupt Sailor Ilse HP: 50 Action: dragged along, magicking Lysithea again!! Damage 9 + 3 + 2 + 5 = 19 DMG Location: B2
Lysithea was breaking. Ilse could tell. It was beautiful, being tugged along, and watching her slowly crumble. There were feathers falling off her buttwings. There was black crawling up her bodice. And she was healing a General.
"Hello, Faustite," Ilse said, and she gave him a little wave. "I've got her." She meant it, too--she was gently holding onto Lysithea in the hopes of keeping her upright while Chaos took her. No need to let her fall, or make her suffer. As long as she was on the right side, and she understood, that was what was important.
As long as she was down in the darkness with Ilse, where she belonged.
"Unattainable Wish," Ilse whispered, and she let her magic swirl around Lysithea again. Let her yearn. Let her know what was coming.
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Ilse speaks the name of her attack, and blows a kiss to one target. The target is surrounded by a swirl of blue petals, and is struck by a yearning for something or someone they consider unattainable. It can be a dream, an object, a person, or anything else. This longing lasts for 30 seconds, but after it ends, the target may be struck with a lingering feeling of sadness or loss at player discretion. Ilse can use this attack three times per battle.
Cadet Vyn HP: 50 Action: Noticing that the Commodore seems unwell, but not saying anything about it; wishing he was bold enough to wipe away Scylla's icky touch. Damage: None atm. Location: D3
His fellow cadets were too emotional — and this coming from the one who pouted, from the one who whined, from the one who cried, who never felt worthy, who questioned his place in the Vanguard, at least until this moment.
He kept his blaster trained on those who wished to harm the Commodore. The White Moon were not their allies, that much was clear to him. The White Moon, to Vyn’s understanding, had never been their allies. They were a source of information and nothing more. Certainly none of them cared about Velencya, about Velenia. They pretended to care about Caedus, but gave up on him to save their own.
How was that any different than what the Commodore felt was necessary?
Velencya is dying.
Vyn stiffened, alarmed, fingers tight around his weapon, hand shaking. He swallowed and turned to the Commodore, distraught.
Of course. How could anyone think the Commodore would go to such lengths for anything but the most dire of situations?
“Commodore…” Vyn said, voice heavy with concern, but he didn’t let himself speak beyond that, didn’t let himself ask, because he didn’t want to draw any unwanted attention to the Commodore’s pallor, to the sweat and exertion.
“We have to go,” he said, looking for Aliez, but Aliez was being kissed by Fangnyl.
And the others… Vyn didn’t know how much to trust them anymore.
Still, the White Moon attacked. The Knight (Andronicus) didn’t seem to know when to quit. Vyn would have shot her again, if someone else didn’t interfere. A Senshi (Scylla) approached and touched the Commodore. Vyn turned his blaster on her, glaring, hateful and accusatory. She was the reason one of their Commanders was dead, and she sought understanding? Now that her people were in danger?
Vyn wanted to shoot her. He wanted to put his hands where hers had been, chase the taint of her touch off of the Commodore, but he would never be so forward, never be so brazen as that. He watched her go to the console instead, seething.
Youma Albite *Super Corrupt of Retribution* HP: 75 Action: Feeling the feels, chatting over a friend, playing little bunny foo foo with Imohtep! Damage: 21 Location: F2 BonusAtkCalc: (For My Sanity - 1d10 +5(Rank) +2(1 Use Remains) +5(Onemorebitchingbonus)
"Awh, babe - no - hey..." and it rankled something deep inside, because Thorite...no...Elias? No Amsvartnir?! Hadn't told him. Hadn't left him a note or a call or, and Albite couldn't help but be confused by it all. He didn't know any of those people, didn't give a flying ******** about who or what they were.
Thorite looked good in black - and whatever name he took - he'd always be the sweetest little man with a gavel to him. Would be rainbows stained dark and glorious, would wash back into chaos eventually --- if he stayed -- if he stood right there and...
Maybe Albite would be enough this time? Maybe he could catch him when he fell back in line and step and into the inking darkness that crept through the whole of the place. Maybe then he could keep his friend - keep the things he loved close and neverevereverever let them go--
Amsvartnir didn't want that, and that wasn't fair to him. Who wanted to be nothing more than greedy and selfish and have what he wanted in all those moments as the dark air sung through his veins. As the power surged and swelled with the anger of betrayal -- rage turned internal at not being enough of a thing to have made Thorite feel good enough to stay.
"It--It'sokay, I promise." it wasn't, that was a lie. He could tell it for his friend though. Could tell it and smile around the swell of wet pain and - s m i l e.
"Everyone makes choices, yeah?" wouldn't harp on the consequences of such things. Would churr a soft coo of a noise in empathy for what his friend was feeling - for how unhappiness creased his features.
Sought to smooth them with an errant tentacle. To caress the pain away however briefly. "I won't keep you...I swear..." and oh how it hurt-andithurt-and it ******** *hurt* to say those words. Wrought rage against the magic in him that screeched for him to do nothing but that - to ******** keep what had been his because he was the Senshi of retribution and had been wronged, because he was of binding - in word and body and mind.
"I will though---I will go bop this bunny on the head. Excuse me small bird. Hey foo foo! I ******** See You - quit touching my godamned field mouse." loosed a snarl of 'binding retribution' as he stepped off of Caliban, stepped just barely around who was firmly in his mind as Thorite - and lashed out at Imhotep.
- 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.
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Sailor Scout Attack: Binding Retribution! Albites tattoos appear to come alive, slithering off his arm like ethereal magical ribbons. The tattoo ribbons wrap around an intended opponents body part and tie the two together for a duration of 15 seconds. Leaving neither able to escape the other until the magic is ended, or the weak ribbons are severed. (Ex. Albite's opponent has a weapon/magical attack, and uses it on said ribbons or Albite is interrupted in casting/cancels the magic early.) Range: 3 Feet Duration: 15 seconds Number of uses: 3 Number of targets: 1
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Gonna add a rabbit to the menagerie, holup birb New target acquired~
There on the battlefield, with Chaos extending its reach, Ganymede stood frozen.
It was oddly quiet. The shouts, the screams, the explosions, the whoosh of magic and the shing of blades seemed faint, far away, muffled by distance.
The General’s souvenir came to rest at her feet, but she could not look at it, could only watch the General turn his blade on one of his own. Scattered around the nearest generator were familiar figures. Tikal, down. Agrippa, down. Sheikh, dead.
Dead because she sent him to the generator. Dead because she helped him, healed him, pulled him from the grip of Chaos, and then couldn’t protect him.
“Come back…” she whispered.
Her vision tunneled, like Sheikh’s magic, dark around the edges, focused on the figure in black and teal (Jet). She knew his face, though it’d been younger the last time she saw it.
I remember you, said his voice in her head. How you screamed. How your Knight friend screamed. How did that starseed taste?
A pit in her stomach. A hitch in her breath. Bile in her throat.
“Call them off,” she said. “Bring them back.”
She reached for Valhalla with a trembling hand, gripping his tunic.
It was too dangerous. She’d sent them all to their deaths. Kerberos attacked. Surely he would be next. Or Cybele. Cybele, who gave Ganymede her loyalty, when Ganymede knew she didn’t deserve anything so precious. They would all be dead because of her, just a collection of souvenirs at Ganymede’s feet, their blood splattered over the glass of her shoes.
She stumbled, falling into Valhalla.
Then everything went dark.
Guine
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Ganymede has fainted and will remain out of play for the time being! Guine has permissions for Val to carry her wherever. Sorry, Val. heart
There was only one conclusion that Cydfae could draw from what was unfolding around her. Only one reason all of this was happening.
They had all been betrayed.
Commodore Lyndin had always always put his people first, and there was no reason he should stop now. It was the Negaverse who had betrayed him. Taken his kindness and his confidence and his goodness and threw it back in his face. And it was her own foolish uncertainty that had shaken her. Not Commodore Lyndin himself who had failed her. She, in fact, had failed him.
Get on your feet, soldier, that’s an order.
She followed her own orders, grabbing her sword from the ground next to her, and leapt into action. So many generators had already fallen, and she knew hers was not far behind. There was no use standing at a dying post when her leader needed her. When her people needed her. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her to her Commodore’s side. He needed protection. He needed his people.
She slid to a stop next to the center console and nodded at Lyndin. Later, when the dust had settled and their fallen had been mourned, Cydfae would ask the Commodore why he trusted the Negaverse in the first place. What had they promised? What had they offered? What did they do to convince him that it was worth the risk?
Then she’d confess her sins, weeping for her weakness, and beg him for forgiveness. She should never have doubted. Even in the face of death, he was the sole mote of stability that they had always had. That had never changed.
“Awaiting orders, sir,” she panted, her weapon at the ready should someone attack her Commodore even now.
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Name:Squire Lourdes HP: 0 + 15 + 5 = 20 Action: Casting healing magic on herself and still crying Damage: Location: B6
Lourdes’ whole head still throbbed from Faustite’s last attack. She was certain she would need some kind of surgery after that mess… she touched her face and a bloody smear came with it. She cursed, leaned heavily on Asphodel as they moved, and tried to remember how she was even still standing.
Oh.
That’s right. A knight… one she had never even seen before… stopped everything and healed her. Just like that cotton-candy-haired angel from a lifetime ago, who treated Hopeite with such kindness even in the face of cruelty. Her cruelty. And now a stranger had bent and saved her life once more. She wished she’d been able to see who had saved her. Who had been so selfless in the middle of war.
Of course there is hope…
Even in the middle of blood and death and insanity, there was still hope. And it ran around in bizarre uniforms and casted magical spells and some of them even had wings. It kept running on legs that Chaos broke time and time again because there always had to be hope.
“We have to do something,” she gasped, drawing the magic water from her weapon, washing her hands in the cool water it created. She pressed her wet hands to her face to clean it as much as possible, her heart swelling with the rise of the magic that came along with it.
“We have to do something.”
cibarium
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Name:Beta Leporis HP: Action: Getting her beat up by her sister Damage: --- Location: F4
Alpha scratched and bit and snarled at her, but still Beta held on to her.
“Alpha, please.”
She was sorry. Sorry for the wasted years being angry with her sister. For not taking the olive branches that Aura desperately held out for her. For not meeting her half way when that was what she was supposed to do. For holding a grudge that she had no business holding. Because she knew, deep down, that Aura had never failed her. She had never tossed her to the wolves to be fed on. Aura had been, that night, as frightened as she had been. And Imagi was being selfish to think that Aura wasn’t as deeply wounded as she was.
“Alpha, I’m so sorry,” she pleaded, even as Alpha squealed and scratched four huge gashes of red across her face. What good was this apology now? What good was anything that she was doing now? All those years she had silently demanded that Aura apologize to her but she never once thought about telling Aura what she needed. And where had that stupid guessing game gotten them?
Youmafied.
Again.
Because Alpha was so desperate to prove herself to Beta that she was stilling to just throw herself into the fire.
“I love you!” The force of her voice ripped her throat raw. It sounded fierce and desperate in her ears, but at least she could tell that she was returning to normal. Alpha, however, was not so lucky. Because this wasn’t a movie or a manga or a story book. No one was coming to save them, and the power of love was not going to save her sister.
Who was this senshi and why did she have her locked in her arms? Who even was she? The youma writhing and flailing in the other senshi’s grasp was frightened and alone, without the slightest clue who she was nor how she had gotten there. Her voice was a high-pitched wail that made the senshi flinch. Her claws dug into the senshi’s delicate flesh but the youma didn’t have time or care to feel victorious for the damage that she had done.
All she knew was that she wanted out.
Out of the gasp of this senshi, out of battle, out of this place. Back to… somewhere… somewhere…
The rift.
Somehow the name blossomed to life in her mind and all the youma could think of was going back to where she belonged, where it was slow, and quiet, and safe.
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Alpha Leporis is now FULLY YOUMAFIED. This plot was approved mid-meta.
Chibi Sailor Attack: Seal Pup! +2 Damage (3 uses - 001 002 003) Charybdis creates what looks to be a baby seal. It is clearly magical. It is very cute, and the soft little squeaks it makes encourage everyone to look at it. And not at Charybdis herself. It is precious and pure. With very big, wet, cute eyes. It can remain in a 10 foot area of where Charybdis cast the ability, flopping aimlessly towards her enemies and making soft little chuffy-whuffy noises. Seal Pup can be used 3 times and it is effing adorable. The seal remains for 20 seconds unless viciously attacked; once attacked, it cries for 5 seconds and vanishes (either at the end of the 5 seconds or at the end of its duration if attacked late). (TL;DR: Look! A Distraction!)
The older couple was heading to F6 with them, and Charybdis gave Empyrean and Paradise a smile as they also moved towards generator F6. Good, good, excellent. Move in a herd, and it would be harder for those Negaverse agents to pick them off! Aomori and Hokkaido were following bravely, and Charybdis was a Chibi of Great Cheer as she marched south.
Hail the conquering Chibis! Hail the cats, givers of butt wings! Down with the Chaos that was hurting her friends!
Ignoring the fact her brother was yelling at her again, loudly- "He says please hurry, everyone," she chirped a more mannerly translation- as her body was hauled up under his arm. "POLLUX!" she shrieked it at her brother, slapping at his bum. "PUT ME DO- oooown!"
Her legs smacked into the generator and she OOFed.
Raising a hand, she yelled "SEAL PUP!"
Her magically enhanced (thanks Hokkaido!!) magical seal spin around the generator orking and borking, and Giulia lifted her silver whistle BLOWING it vigorously.
"CHIBIS!!And the rest of ORDER I GUESS!!" her yell was very 11-year-old dramatic. "ATTACK!!!"
