Humanoid Chaos Mau Chip HP: 50 Action: Throwing a wrench (mauvian laser attack) at Charybdis Damage: 4 + 3 (humanoid mau) + 5 ("laser") = 12 damage Location: F6
Chip had been having a grand time with this mission. He was perhaps a bit off course of what he was supposed to be doing. But Maus are scientists, not combatants, so he was sure it was fiiine.
But the generator he had been inspecting, poking, prodding, and deriving inspiration from was making lots of bangs and thumps from people trying to smash the thing.
How rude!
So it was that a small catboy with a shining black star on his forehead, and a bit of dirt stuck to his outfit, popped out from under the generator in sector F6. "Hey! Stop smashing my new toy! Smashing toys is my job!" he protested.
Maybe it wasn't his toy, exactly, but the details mattered not to him. What mattered was rude Order people trying to break it! So he channeled his might into hefting a wrench he had for...less violent purposes, and launching it straight at one of the instigators: A girl similar in size to him screaming about smashing the thing. (Chibi Charybdis)
"Take that!" he declared.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2021 8:10 pm
Cadet Gavaen HP:50HP RIP Action: Dead Damage: --- Location: D4
Gavaen did not hear, did not see, the corrupted senshi coming, and when that hand entered his back and his starseed was extracted, all he could do was let out a gasp. As his form began to fall, his attacker snapped his neck before letting his form slump lifelessly to the ground near his king.
Unlike Caedus, still clinging to the vestiges of life, Gavaen was no more. The very essence that was Gavaen was stolen and dismissed in to sub space, unreachable but by the unlikely mercy of the corrupt senshi who had taken his life, then so tauntingly summoned it again from wheres she had sent it, although returning it now would have done nothing for his snapped neck.
His body may make it home, but his soul was lost, left to whatever limbo that the forces of Chaos held it in until the day the Negaverse made use of it and snuffed out his existence forevermore, lest the senshi who had re-summoned it from that mysterious subspace banish it again before it could find friendlier hands.
Irkalla, Squire of Cosmos HP: 75 Action: Attacks the generator (still praying to Cosmos) Damage Rank (5) + dice (5) = 10dmg to the generator Location: F2
There were skirmishes all around her. Irkalla wasn't sure how she had managed to go unnoticed for so long but as long as she continued to stay on the down low it gave her more time to strike at the stupid generator.
Hoisting her cord of ornaments over her head again Irkalla saw a frightening scene of two negaverse agents attacking one of their own. Had their victim actually been trying to take down the generator as well. She closed her eyes to the scene and brought her rope of ornaments down as hard as she could onto the machine - hoping that it'd soon go down.
Even as she felt the reverberation in her arms from the impact she still kept up a litany of prayers to her sovereign. Why wasn't Cosmos answering her pleas for help?
Had something blocked Cosmos from meddling? It was a strange, yet unwelcome thought. Too many of the side of order could have really used a visit from the guardian of the cauldron.
Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2021 8:28 pm
Lt. Cuprite[X] HP: 50/50 Action: Trying to rescue his little cousin Damage None Location: B2
When Benitoite had asked him to stay on the outskirts of the circle Cuprite has reluctantly listened, when his cousin had asked him to keep a low profile in the fight he had followed. Of course he had followed orders and harassed the Order to try and prevent the loss of the generators but had kept out of the major fighting. Until now.
He had seen his cousin go down thanks to a White Moon Eternal (Gelria) and his heart had decided to try and race a marathon. He instantly headed over to them, ready to attack the Eternal even if he was no where near his level, but a Corrupted (Miyamoto) did the attacking for him. Hoping that meant that no one would be paying attention to Beni, Cuprite darted in to kneel by the downed General and started to lift him up. "You better be alright after this or so help me I'm drowning you in cookies." He muttered as he did so, focused on the General and not much of his surroundings in his worry.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2021 8:44 pm
Cadet Aliez HP: 50 Action: Following Lyndin. Not having a good time. Damage N/A Location: D4 to D3
Fangnyl was kissing him. He’d just told Aliez that he couldn’t go with them. That what the Commodore was doing would just make Earth become a casualty. To tell his parents that he loved them.
“Tell them yourself!” Aliez gasped when the kiss was broken, but he was still gripping tightly to Fangnyl’s hand, tugging on it as though to get him to come with him anyway. “Don’t tell me you like me and then tell me to stay safe and leave!” he cried, tears still spilling down his face.
“Come with us. Please. Trust the Commodore,” he begged, but even if Fangnyl wouldn’t come with him, Aliez had to move. He had to follow. If that meant he had to let Fangnyl’s hand go--
“Velencya is dying.”
Aliez felt as though his whole body turned to ice. He turned to stare at the Commodore as if maybe he didn’t hear him correctly.
“Our core is failing. It has been for years.”
Another quiet sob escaped. So there was a reason for his desperation, for his need to take Caedus’ starseed. If they didn’t do something, their world could die. Everyone could die. His parents would die. Fangnyl’s parents would die. He didn’t wantCaedus to die, but he trusted the Commodore in everything. He’d never led them astray. He’d protected them for so long.
But something was wrong. The Commodore didn’t look well. He looked ill and worn. Aliez couldn’t remember ever seeing the Commodore like this. He was suffering.
Instinctively, Aliez quickly moved to his side whether or not Fangnyl followed. His eyes were on the Commodore, and his Source Stone held carefully out, close enough where it should have been effective to heal whatever aches or pain the Commodore was feeling--
It wasn’t working still. Another sob escaped, although it wasn’t as quiet this time. His eyes followed the Senshi (Scylla) whose attack killed Velyria. She was apologizing. Touching the Commodore --
Aliez tensed. He could see Vyn tense as well. He didn’t know if he needed to try and shoot her too but -- she was moving away. Another was approaching (Encke), one of the ones who had attacked before. He was also offering his world for them to live --
Would that be enough? Aliez had been too fascinated by Earth to get to know any of the Senshi or Knights well enough to visit their Worlds. He was under the assumption they were unable to stay there for long periods of time.
Not that it mattered.
Gavaen was yelling at the Commodore, how he couldn’t trust him. How could he not trust him? The words hurt Aliez more than Gavaen likely intended. They were not dumb little fragile creatures. The Commodore had never treated them like that. Maybe it was the Chaos affecting those around them that was causing him to lose his mind?
And then --
A hand went into his back. His starseed was pulled out. But before he could fall, the Negaverse Senshi broke his neck as well. Aliez cried out in misery as he crumpled once again to his knees, hands over his face as he sobbed. He already knew there was nothing he could do. His Source Stone wasn’t working. Even if he tried to do something, it wouldn't matter.
Vyn would tell him this was no time to mourn, but how could he not when so much death was happening around him, and he couldn’t do anything to protect those he cared for?
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2021 8:50 pm
Fae-Fae HP: 28 Action: Attacking Guinevere in a bid for Gavaen's star seed Damage: 10 + 3 = 13 Location: D4
Gavaen.
Gavaen.
No. No.
Not his star seed, too. No.
She had seen Velyria die. It was devastating. She had seen Caerynn die. It was devastating. Devastating events kept piling on top of her, one after the other, faster than she could possibly keep up with. Fae-Fae's mind was whirling in agony. Too much. Too much.
Her blaster whipped in front of her face and fired at the thieving senshi without her having to think. Bless Velyria's continued guidance. Please let her drop it. Please.
The final words of her friend bellowed in her mind. In the future, they would always be effortless to recall. She had never seen him so angry. She had never seen him so determined. She had never seen him stand up for himself like that. And she understood perfectly why he was doing it. He was pointing out a side of Lyndin that had been hidden from them all -- the side she had seen when he had cast aside her concerns like she was an ignorant child.
So, she also had to shoot something for another reason. She was just as angry. And she needed to point her weapon in a direction that she wouldn't regret later.
Her Commodore, her leader, her hero who had led her people -- who had ensured that she would be raised well and supported, to a standard that prepared her for the Vanguard -- had just broken her heart in ways none of her comrades would understand. In ways that he didn't understand. He had decided that Caedus was defective. He had permitted horrific experiments with the intent of forcing him to be "normal." And now he had decided that this person who couldn't be what he wanted was worth condemning to death, so that he could be replaced with someone who could satisfy his demands.
It was horrifying.
It was wrong. It was wrong. It was wrong.
She cried haggardly as grief overtook her. She had lost her mentor. She had lost her best friend. She had lost her leader. She was losing everything.
Seraphinite had, by that point, just been watching. He wasn't concerned for Jet's safety--Aqua could keep an eye on him. Plus, he doubted the guy would act too rashly with the Queen overseeing everything. So... he'd hung back. And watched. For a while, he watched part of the world burn, watched as traitors turned from the Negaverse only for their new allies to fall into its embrace moments later. Saw that Jet could act rashly even now. He'd stilled for a moment, and wondered, briefly, just how much compartmentalizing Jet could do, or if he even needed it any more.
Something about that thought made the hair at the back of his neck stand on end, but the sensation passed. He walked on.
It was... surreal, in a way. People were falling. Some would never get back up again. He wandered a little, just... watching. Aware that the Sovereigns could see him. He'd told Rigel they had to move, and the Corrupt had slid off, silent as fog, into the cacophony of the battle. Seraphinite didn't concern himself with the Eldritch's safety. If the senshi fell, it was his own fault.
Twin black blades in hand, Seraphinite took in a deep breath, glancing up at the iridescent light coming from the machine at the heart of all of this. His gaze swept across the grounds again.
What he saw this time made him tense. For a moment, his vision blurred, seeing a woman standing opposite him in the city, the Negaverse taking out the remains of Order's attempt at resisting their rule. The fire she spat at him, that ate through his skin. The arsonist he'd been chasing after. A future they'd not crossed.
And yet...
He snarled, stepping up with his blades, drawing himself in close before swinging them down in an X-pattern towards her. "Asmodeus," he growled. A demonic name that fit this woman. He was aware of others around her, but in that moment, with the pulse of Chaos so thick in the air around him, the large man felt it was nothing but fuel added to his own flame.
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Weapon Magic
Causes anyone struck by the swords to be injected with a poison that gives off a light burning sensation at the point of contact. The area around the wound forms "light cracks"--faintly glowing, lava-crack looking markings that last as long as the burning of the poison does. The cracks are a visual representation of the poison, though can extend further than the point of contact. The poison itself is restricted only to the point of contact, and lingers with the burning sensation for only 10 seconds. Should someone be struck repeatedly by the poison--after the initial effect has already worn away--then the burning sensation builds, akin to someone becoming allergic to a bee sting over repeated attacks.
Rigel had been watching things unfold, rather delighted by all the shifts and turns. A pesky princess, a brave fallen prince, a strong leader turned... traitor? A king killed? Fascinating, really. He wished he'd been able to record all of this. But Seraphinite had sent his cameras into subspace, and Rigel hadn't felt like arguing more to try and get them back. Especially since there were the Sovereigns and Queen herself around.
"Let's go," Seraphinite had said, and Rigel had only hummed in response, a loose smile on his face as he pulled himself up from where he'd sat. So many senshi and knights were already turning, and they looked so much better with black in their uniforms. He saw, for a time earlier, a familiar figure in red and purple...
But she'd gone up in flames. Rigel hadn't felt a thing. Only, perhaps, a bit of annoyance he hadn't had a chance to play a little. Had he seen her get up later? He could investigate another time. He had a focus for now.
A pretty woman, in maroon and green. Looking to help people, it seemed like. He smiled, sweetly, as a dark, tar-like substance began to form in one of his hands as he offered it towards her. "You seem a little lost, Ma'am. I think I can help you. Beyond the Mind~"
It was better to bring people over to Chaos, after all. He could help her... sink into it, a little.
The substance leaked through his spread fingers of his outstretched hand, stretching out towards the beautiful Page (Richtersveld).
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Beyond the Mind . . . .
Holding his hand up towards a target, Rigel speaks the name of the attack and an inky substance forms as it out of his hand, falling to the floor. The substance stretches out towards the target, regardless of whatever obstacles might be on the floor, and latches onto the target's legs with thorny, fang-like spikes protruding from the tendrils, pulling down on the target. The target then begins to sink into the inky substance up to their knees, with the thorny, inky tendrils rising higher to about their middle, as if aiming to pull them lower. Beneath the dark surface, the target can feel things slithering and moving beneath them, snapping at their feet and legs, and will continue to until the magic ends after 30 seconds. Once the magic is up, the target is back above ground and no trace remains, on them or the ground, of the unearthly material. The target can be damaged by the thorny protrusions of the inky substance, however the creatures beneath the surface are only a figment of their imagination--the player can say the target feels any extent of damage they wish beneath the surface, but the effect would only be in the target's mind, and they would be unscathed by the imaginary creatures. Rigel can only use this against a target within eye-sight and within a range of ten feet, and can only use his magic three times per day. A target can struggle to get free of the material, especially with help, though difficult for anyone of Rigel's rank and could risk further damage from the thorny fangs.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2021 9:15 pm
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: Capt. Idrialite HP: 75 Action: Talking to Dunwich Damage: N/A Location: B6
Idrialite hated this. He hated every miserable second of this. He wanted to be home, with Eva, curled up, watching Netflix. She would likely be asleep by the time he got back, which was unfortunate, but getting to climb in bed and curl up against her was still a special piece of heaven, so at least he had that to look forward to.
And, joy of joys, not long before this his years of diligent service had gained him a promotion. Finally. Not that the only person in the damned organization he cared about sharing it with was around. Quartz was gone--which meant that while Idrialite continued to do his duties, it was without an overseeing General.
He was here now, as a Captain, bayoneted rifle heavy in his hand. He knew what his superiors would want.
He did not want to do it.
Instead, he slid over to the pretty Page attacking the generator with her fancy golden heels.
"You don't want to do that, ma'am," he said, tiredly. "If you continue, I'll have to stop you, and neither of us is going to enjoy that." After all, she'd be one of them, soon. He could see darkness creeping up her uniform.
The thought made him sick. So many people were going to be ripped from their lives, their homes, their families, and crafted into soldiers for Metallia's great war machine. Soldiers to be crushed under her heel.
Sailor Meissa of Bobcats HP: 50-23 (Nagyagite attack) = 27 Action: spit on (eww). Suddenly unsure what is what. Still able to throw magic out in response & attack Naygagite. (or at least hope too) Damage 7(dice) +3(rank) + 2 (magic) = 12 dmg to Naygagite. Location: F6
Claws were useful in attacking metal. Meissa would have to remember this perhaps in the future. Her body shook with a tremor that had nothing to do with fear. It seemed as if yet another generator had been taken out and the bluenette heaved a sigh of relief. Now if only this generator could fall then there would be only two more to go plus maybe whatever awaited the side of order afterwards. After all - those auras of flaring chaos alarmed Meissa. They were content to remain in place, almost as if waiting for someone foolish to try and cross their paths.
Swallowing a breathy sound of frustration Meissa became aware, painfully too late, of an approaching aura of chaos from behind her. Small tremors continued to shake her form which made the teen suspect that something else was at play. The darkening patches of her fuku? Was it tied to that?
Almost as soon as she turned around did she feel something land on her skin and she glanced up with the most incredulous expression on her face. "Eww. Talk about unsanitary. Do you spit on everyone you meet or am I just special?"
When she finally got a good look at her opponent she stared in disbelief before attempting discussion. Her hands were busy trying to wipe away the spit that had landed on her moments ago as she spoke up yet again,"What's with the snakey parts? Oooh - wait. Are you one of the lizard people from youtube video fame?"
She would have quipped more if a sudden wave of vertigo didn't wash over her. Her gaze lost the clear focus and she swayed on the spot. Her gaze, blurred as it was, tried to track her opponent before she loosed her own attack.
"Meissa's Silent Stalker!"
Her gaze widened as the bobcat materialized. Would it be enough to drive off her attacker? Surely it would have to be enough.
'A heckin mongoose would be more helpful than a bobcat right about now,' she thought bitterly.
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Sailor Scout Attack: Meissa's Silent Stalker Meissa will create the illusion of a bobcat that circles her chosen target for twenty seconds. During the duration of the illusion the target of the attack will feel like cornered prey being stalked by a predator. They could experience fear, anxiety and maybe even the need to flee. It takes attention away from Meissa and could maybe leave the target open to being attacked. It's a distraction technique at the most. The enemy has to be inside a nine foot radius for the feeling of prey to be most effective. If Meissa is struck during the duration of the attack the illusion will end abruptly.
Meissa can use this attack three times per battle.
Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2021 9:31 pm
General Benitoite HP: KO Action: Being attacked and passing out. Damage: Can't do a thing. Location: B2, in his cousins arms.
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal:Super Sailor Asmodeus HP: 26 Action: Attacking Seraphinite! HELLO, YOU b*****d Damage 5 + 5 + 2 = 12 DMG Location: C5
She knew that voice. Asmodeus whirled, in time to bring up her arms to take the brunt of Seraphinite's blades. Light craks lit up on her arms, and she hissed at the burn, and the blood they drew.
"Seraphinite!" She laughed. She was past panic, past reason, past sense--Chaos infused her, charged her, invigorated her. "How are you, you b*****d? Been too ******** long!"
Years, give or take, and also no time at all, since they'd never met in this timeline.
She bounced back, focused entirely on her old enemy, the one fromth e nightmare future that had bene haunting her since the moment the generators whirred to life. She didn't have wings this time, but he was still a Captain, so it was pretty fair, she figured.
"Flames of Phlegethos!" She shouted, loosing her attack. Basic magic, for sure, but fire enough when she was all out of the stronger stuff.
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Sailor Asmodeus speaks the name of her attack and extends one arm towards a target within six feet, touching the fingers of the other to the inside of her elbow. She sweeps her hand forward, and a burst of flames flies from her hand. It explodes into a fireball with a radius of 6 feet, and enemies caught in it will experience the pain of first-degree burns for 30 seconds, with actual damage to exposed skin possible at player discretion. Asmodeus can use this spell three times per battle.
Hati didn't give a single, solitary ******** that Asmodeus was still okay. She'd just been attacked—again—by someone she knew (didn't know? he wasn't sure, but this was someone from the crazy future, though that didn't matter).
As long as Hati was around to be there for her, he would never let her face anything along.
"Moor Stalk!" he barked at nearly the same time as Asmodeus dropped her fireball, sending a deadly silence over to Seraphanite.
...Huh, a silent fireball was probably completely terrifying. He wondered if Seraphanite would even hear his own screaming.
A deafening silence settles over everyone within a ten foot radius. Shortly after the silence falls, a single, deep bark echoes through the area, and suddenly every enemy within the radius feels like they are being watched by a large, dangerous creature. The silence can be disorienting; no matter how loud anything is, while the magic is in effect they cannot hear anything but the bark--and maybe the sound of something heavy breathing just behind them. Paranoia, anxiety and fear for the invisible thread are prominent for the duration of the magic, and may persist for longer if the player desires. This attack affects all enemies within ten feet and lasts for twenty five seconds; it can be used three time per battle.
Monoceros wanted to shove Lysithea out of the way as Ilse cast a spell on her, but then—
"Oh you've gotta be ******** kidding me," he muttered under his breath at the clear as day warning scream Marialite gave, even if that wasn't her intention.
He brought his arms up, bracers taking the brunt of the force of her knives, but the pain still rattled up his arms and in his bones.
"Lovely to see you again, darling!" he yelled, "Did you miss me? Quill Burst!"
Sailor Monoceros leaps up to the bad guy, getting close, before letting loose a burst of quills from his entire body. (Allies beware!) The Burst is less aim-controlled than the Flash, but more intense. These quills will likely puncture more deeply from being close up and attempts to remove the quills before disappearance will cause a sharp, hot pain where the quill is pinned, and a more dull ache in the surrounding area, making the muscles more sore. A user can choose to have this attack cause permanent damage or the injury will fade when the magic expires. This attack will last about 30 seconds and can be used twice per battle.
