G-d, it hurt, how much Amsvartnir still wanted to kiss him. To grab Albite and take him away from all of this, somewhere where they didn't have to beAlbite and Amsvartnir. He wanted that so badly...
And then Albite went and attacked a Page.
Caliban scolded him for it, understandably, and he flinched, feeling sick. How could he do that? Just have some stupid, shitty breakdown in the middle of a battle like that?
....He needed to stop Albite, but every part of him wish he didn't have to.
He gripped his cane and swung, channeling his magic, casting the stars over Albite's body.
"I'm so sorry," he said, voice shaking, "But I can't let you do that, Albite."
He loved him so much. Tears sprung to his eyes despite his attempts to stop them. Albite still loved him, too, clearly, with the way he let Amsvartnir go, said things were fine when they clearly weren't, and Amsvartnir wanted desperately to cry.
But he couldn't. Not now. Not with Chaos creeping back in. He was afraid if he let himself give in to his emotions, the Chaos would transform him, take him back, but more twisted, turned into something ugly inside, and he couldn't let that happen to him.
Not again.
So with a heavy heart did he attack Albite, cane swinging through the air with a faint whistling noise, the bright stars pouring out.
Pretending that the wetness on his cheeks wasn't there.
Squire Weapon: a cane made of bone, with a wolf head carved into the top, staring straight ahead
Magic: As he whips his cane in circles around himself, a shower of stars spews from it in a ten foot radius. The stars give a light burning sensation to those affected by Chaos, while infusing gentle warmth into those affected by Order. While the magic is being channeled, the burning sensation may feel like stinging, or a bad sunburn, but Chaos players can choose if the stars cause real or lasting burn damage. This magic can be channeled for 35 seconds.
Sailor Deneb Corrupt Richelsdorfite HP: 50/50 Action: *muffled kom, süsser, todd playing in the distance*, attacking ida Damage: 3+3+2=8, +5= 13 Location: G7 to F6
If she had been smarter, and not influenced by a chaos-fueled rage, Deneb would have gone after someone that wasn't a General-Queen, instead attacking someone of a lesser rank, like- at least a captain or a corrupt super, maybe? Maybe a general if she was feeling daring, and wanted to swoop in and save the day again like she did like, uh, gosh, about two months ago? Whatever. But chaos fueled her, filled her with rage and a desire for vengeance and an answer to a need to take her internalized bitterness and resentment out on someone, whoever that may be.
As it was, that ended up not being what ultimately played out, or she wouldn't have wound up with a hand in her chest, gripping her starseed. You win some, you lose some, right? Chaos had already had a good grip on her, but Hessonite was the final push that allowed it to completely take over, to reshape and warp her into a senshi of its own making. The end result left a senshi who could only recall the most fleeting of memories, the strongest a lingering feeling of wanting revenge. For what or for why, she couldn't recall, but the Chaos swirling around in the air would take care of that, direct her for now.
Don't you want to win for once, too? Hessonite's words before the chaos fully took over resonated in her mind. Win, like in video games? She couldn't quite recall, but the idea of winning sounded quite nice to her, sounded like whatever had led to her current predicament was the right thing to have happened if it meant that the side she was on was the winning team.
With no real clue as to who she was anymore, or what she was supposed to be doing, the newly corrupt Deneb ambled her way back over to the nearest generator, with no particular understanding or direction, other than that she really, really hated the White Moon Senshi for some particular reason. Thankfully, it seemed like the idea was to attack anyone Order-aligned, and to defend the generator, which was easy enough to do, and Deneb decided she would start with a purple-clad eternal, who seemed to have already taken quite the beating, that was attacking the generator with magic orchid petals.
Well, that simply wouldn't do at all, now would it? Calling on her magic once more (not that she remembered casting to begin with), Deneb shot magical bubbles at Ida, intent on taking her down before she could take the generator down.
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Sailor Scout Attack: Bubble Blast Deneb sends a volley of magical bubbles blowing out toward a target, which burst upon contact; they do not pop on their own. The bubbles leave temporary marks, mostly some minor bruising, that fade when the magic ends, unless the player wishes for them to linger afterwards. The magic lasts for twenty seconds, and can be used up to three times.
Richtersveld, Squire of Pluto HP: 35 - 15 + 25! = 45/75 Action: Upgrading and telling Rigel to go sit in the corner :c Damage: 1 + 5 (rank bonus) + 5 (magic) = 11 Location: B5
She was a little lost as to what to do, lost as to what to do between the bubbling dismay and rage and the flickers of uniforms around her, and the people going down around her in ways that she was incapable of helping and--
But she didn't like that tone of voice.
And she liked what followed even less.
Tendrils reached out and touched her no matter how much she tried to find an escape, and they were wrapping around her boots -- heeled spiked boots -- red boots and down into the murk.
Lower, lower, and into the depths, where she couldn't see but felt things crawling all over her skin and bones, wrapping and touching and stabbing and constricting. Richtersveld wrenched her body and struggled against it. There were whispers in her mind, encouraging whispers, ones that begged her to give in and let herself rejoice in it. Rejoice in the deep, the monsters, the way she felt thorns rake against her ankles as the grip of the tendrils tightened.
"Just give in, Richtersveld..."
"It's okay, Richtersveld, there will be even more to help on the other side--
As she gasped and pulled herself harder and harder, something danced in front of her vision that caught her attention.
Her weapon?
It looked different, now, and it flared brighter to try and get her attention in the depths. She reached out.
She pulled.
Richtersveld emerged from the illusion not as an agent of the Negaverse, but as a newly-minted squire.
Even among this darkness, she had broken out.
"Senshi," she offered, her voice quiet. Gentle, still, somehow. "I suppose you did help me, in a way. Don't think you should do that to anyone else, though?"
She swung her weapon and channeled the new energy she found herself able to reach.
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While Richtersveld channels her magic, the person she is targeting gets an overwhelming feeling that they should be patient, perhaps, for example, waiting to proceed with whatever action they were going to do or taking some time to think. There is no need to obey this feeling and the target could choose to proceed anyway despite the debuff if they have a strong enough will to fight the feeling off. Richtersveld can channel this magic for up to 30 seconds.
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Rigel, go to your room and think about what you've done :[
Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2021 11:40 pm
Character name, rank, and a link to their journalGuardian Illyria HP: 20/50 Action: Witnessing Ida go down - rushes to fallen friend to protecc with as much fierceness as she possibly can. Still fighting chaos. Damage -- Location: Still in F6
The feelings were getting worse. Sensations she usually associated with hunting for prey were washing over her and Illyria mrrt'ed in frustration. This wasn't who she was. Yet even as she witnessed Ida's continued brave stance to rally those around the generator she could tell that her friend's energy was flagging. She'd taken too much damage and yet - with what was the most determination that Illyria had ever witnessed; she continued to gamely fight on. Puffing her small body up Illyria watched in surprise silence as yet another Mauvian popped up, in their human form, from where it appeared they'd been hiding underneath the generator. Her tail flicked back and forth in agitation before realizing that he wasn't targeting her.
Her attention diverted Illyria didn't witness the attack coming that felled Ida. However it didn't mean that she was out of options either. With a gentle nosing at Namielle's side the tiny kitten turned away and hoped that the other guardian cat would be left alone. Making a hasty choice - Illyria rushed to the fallen eternal senshi and hissed in defiance at those forces of chaos that were still around. She started purring in an attempt to rouse Ida to get back to her feet before gently pawing at Ida's body. With the gentlest of motions the tiny guardian moved to stand ramrod straight over her downed friend and arched her back letting out a ferocious sounding hiss before all the fur stood up all over her body.
If someone came near and tried something nefarious - well Illyria would stop them. She was fierce, she was mighty. She was terrified. But she'd protect what she considered hers.
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Eternal Sailor Lepus HP: 43/100 Action: she's an honorary chibi in her heart (and attitude) okay+hitting the generator in F6 Damage: 10+7+3=20 Location: F5 to F6
Lepus quite honestly did not need to be told twice to attack, because she was going to attack the generator anyway, even without Charybdis calling for chibis (ok, and the rest of Order, let's be real- being a full senshi was definitely what she wanted, but she still liked her self-proclaimed 'honorary chibi status!) to attack. It was, perhaps, a shame that she only could get one use out of her strongest magic, but thankfully she still had her super magic to spare!
Imhotep, Page of Mercury HP: 50 - 17 (Meridiana) - 21 (Albite) = 12/50 Action: Moving to D4 to try and wail on the computer there (but using a cracked bone on the Ganymede page on the ground first) Damage: 1d10 + 3 + 1 = 5 DMG Location: F2 diagonal to D4 to hit the central computer
The hits were not expected, and he did not take them well, finding himself splayed out on the ground next to a blonde woman. He scrambled back to his feet, but in the process his fingers touched something smooth and hard that was not a rock. Something about it caught his attention mid-invective. Picking it up and turning it over just once, he realized it was bone--best not to think about the implications of that--and that there was something... warm about it.
Something that made him glance back down to the woman on the ground staring balefully up at the sky. Lest he get hit again, Imhotep acted fast in crouching by her side and cracking the bone near her face. It seemed like the thing to do.
That should do. He needed to go.
Imhotep staggered back to his feet, taking note of where Promethei was out of the corner of his eye, and opting to move for the crowd in the center. With more effort than he cared to admit, he staggered for the central computer. He needed to catch his breath when got there, but wound up for a blow anyway.
Tikal, Page of Ganymede HP: 10/50 Action: seething in motion now that the short Mercury page hit her with a bone (also f u Albite) Damage: 1d10 + 3 + 1 = 12 seething DMG Location: F2 to E2
Her mental litany of threats against the youma that hit her and stepped over her continued quite colourfully, even if she was the only one to know what she was saying. She hoped the youma could feel it, though. Feel it in the wind.
Then there was a page, a Mercury page, in her face. Why was he in her face? Who the hell was he? What the hell was he doing? What the hell was that?
Was that a bone?
What would that help--
Oh.
Oh.
It wasn't much, but it was loads better than she'd been at previously. Tikal felt enough strength return to her that, had the Mercury page not staggered away for the center of the field, she probably would have knocked him over as she shoved herself to her feet. Her concern was not with him, however.
She'd buy him a drink or something later, maybe.
Her concern was with, "hey!" winding up and lashing out with the broken necklace that served as her weapon, spitting something distinctly impolite at the youma who had stepped over her twice (Albite). She didn't stick around, however. She could see Princess Ganymede nearby now that she was standing, and Tikal was much more concerned with the fact that she was being carried away.
Tikal did not rush over, quite, but she did not waste time. "Is there anything I can help with?"
Basiluzzo Page of Uranus HP: 50/50 Action: Oh look a party in D4! Let's go hit the computer too! Damage: d10 + 3 + 1 = 5 shhdon'ttellEncke DMG Location: F2 to D4
Once the generator went down, Basiluzzo wasted no time whirling in place and dashing for the central computer. Maybe if they took that down, the rest would fail, and it looked like he wasn't the only person to have that idea. Miraculously, he managed not to collide with anyone on his way in, but he did have to slow his momentum down considerably to achieve that. Even still, he managed to get a hit onto the computer itself.
He tried not to see the flash of blue and purple out of the corner of his eye as he moved across the field. Maybe if he didn't see Encke, Encke wouldn't see him?
To be honest, Basiluzzo was worried more about other things at current, and Encke seemed busy anyway--
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Corrupt Eternal Sailor Nembus HP: 100 Action: Isn't finding Soyala's comfort the most comforting when it comes to Phaethon, but also appreciates it. Worried and yet very gleeful all at once. Mostly just very mixed up. Damage: -- Location: C2
Deep, blood red.
She saw it on Phaethon's bodice when she looked back up toward him as Soyala purred in her ear. Saw the way it snaked over him like it threatened to take him over, like it threatened to erase his memories the same as hers. To make him an inhuman pod of himself, wandering aimlessly and attempting to figure out who he was--
But Nembus would be with him, right? It was okay. And Soyala could help him too. A guardian cat, right away. One that would be reliable, like Haymitch. She had a general. Phaethon could be right with her on Faustite's team. Together, they'd be unstoppable, with Albite, with Lilith, with Celadonite, with Alkmene--
But she saw the fear in his eyes, and it was impossible to miss.
Was he afraid of the corruption?
Or was he afraid of her?
Surely she could smooth that over--
"Thank you, Soyala," she said, and she couldn't help reaching down to give her a little pet of glee. It felt wrong to tell Soyala what Phaethon's name was. Nembus wasn't sure why. Shouldn't she let Chaos know everything? Wasn't it okay if they knew what people they would be expecting into their fold? "With all the chaos in the air, I wonder if there's more you could upgrade."
Oh, that would be terrible--
"Peacock," not his real name, "maybe you should sit down?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2021 1:46 am
Cadet Yddagen HP: 50/50 Action: Joining in to try and sway Lyndin Damage: 1d10 + 3 = n/a DMG Location: D4 to D3
'Velencya is dying.'
The words took the breath from Yddagen's lungs, his already pale skin losing what tone it possessed. Dutifully, he listened. Dutifully, he rolled the words over in his mind, tried to comprehend the enormity of what they meant.
He could not comprehend that enormity.
Dying? The planet was dying? His family, his and Lysvi's parents, their friends, the quarrels between him and Lysvi about petty things--
It felt like an eternity that Yddagen sat with it, an eternity that ate away his perception beyond his immediate surroundings. A part of his heart ached, thumped painfully, even if he couldn't presently identify why.
He appreciated the assistance of the two Earth senshi. He did not know how to convey that beyond a glance in their direction. He would move planets for Lysvi, their petty quarrels or no.
Did they have another thousand years?
"Please look around you, Commodore." Calmer, quieter than he felt, as he stubbornly tried again. More level than he felt. "This isn't helping us, what we're doing to them. It's just inflicting suffering that didn't have to happen." Yddagen swept one arm out to indicate around him. "Look at this, look at them." If what Lyndin said was true, "none of this is going to stop our world from dying. How long until his starseed is reborn? How long do we have?"
At the pulse, at the way the energy in Commodore Lyndin's hand flared, "can't we put it back? It seemed safer there. Look at it--" The way it moved, agitated, made Yddagen's stomach flop over in similar fashion. "It's exposed to the energy out here. Isn't it safer back inside King Caedus?" Lyndin had said they would fix it, that they would help undo the damage, but the fact that there was damage in the first place, "it just seems pointlessly cruel."
Caedus had been gone for a thousand years. It didn't sound like they had a thousand more.
Trust me, desperation laced Commodore Lyndin’s voice when he spoke his last request. Earth will be fine. I will not leave Earth to suffer.
This planet was already suffering long before the Vanguard had been deployed to aid Caedus. However, there was no denying that since their arrival, the war between Order and Chaos had escalated to a degree that Cypher felt certain it would end catastrophically. The generators tipped the scales too favorably to one side.
What Scylla said was true, Valencia had more time than they did; several centuries where they had, at best, maybe one. But how long must they continue to wait for their homeworld to be saved?
Cy’s lips pursed into thin lines. Frustrated in that he found that the senshi’s words had moved him into agreeing that this should have been His Majesty's decision, not something forced upon him. Betrayed not once, but twice by his own citizens. But if what Lyndin said was correct, if they were able to fix the starseed he now held, then maybe in their next life they might be forgiven.
As it was, too many of their own had died for this cause, now was not the time to falter or waiver. Being chosen as part of the Vanguard had been an honor and he would see this mission though even if it damned him in the end.
“I trust you, Commodore.” Bowed then stepped forward towards Lyndin.
Itztenoch - Cadet with a Blaster HP: 35 Action: Mission Objective: **** you Guinevere!! Firing on a corrupt with emotions strung high. Nessa, Eso!? Please — please no… Damage:8 Location: D4 --> D3 (Falling Back towards Lyndin Slowly!) AutoBonus: (For My Memories Sake +1d10(Dice) +3(Cadet)
“It’s alright Nessa. I don’t care” meant it, clear relief that tinted his voice and stained the corners of his eyes. Tenoch didn’t give a damn about whatever choices she’d made. So long as she lived - so long as he could take her and Eso home.
Eso — Eso who had done so well - and Tenoch wanted to tell him he was proud!! That he was grateful for this support beyond words!
Nearly chipped his own teeth with how tightly his jaw was clenched. As he took note of every fallen comrade, the pain and cries to reason, how it weighed like heavy blows upon psyche. Every new shard of information that peeled out over the line of open coms. How it all made him flinch even as he shouldered Nessas weight. Played crutch to her form. Whatever happened - whatever came of it all - ‘they would not die there.’
Would not likely return either.
Tenoch could not see the logic in it. Return to a place that was being consumed by darkness- where the planet was in constant civil flux with itself? War laden. Lingering remnants of something that had stretched on and on and on….
They would not be welcomed.
How could they be? How could they return to the white moon? Why ever would they reach out to the negaverse who they had been forbade from - who were so careless with their supposed ‘allies’ lives.
And he didn’t agree with Gaeven — didn’t mean he was pleased to see him wounded so — cried out — pain that he felt from seeing it. Caught breaths in stilted gasps at the sight of the cracked Senshi standing behind the Valenian and pulling his soul free of his body.
Examined it like she *owned it*. Like she had any right at all to touch it!!
And if Caedus soul—his very core— was a monstrous abomination. Ticking time bomb ready to blow - that needed to be returned to the pools of eternity?
*So be it.*
Gaeven was young, healthy, alive, had time and chances to make new choices. Time to change his mind all laid out before him yet.
All that which evaporated before Tenochs eyes. Could see the ending stretch out eternal —-
Pulled out his blaster and fired on Guinevere instinctively — urge to protect. Even as he cradled Nessa’s weight slung close in the crux of his right arm — he could still fire with his left.
Lashed out in a mindless moment — and he wanted to leave with Eso and Nessa. That was all — they had done their part and Lyndin has his *finished business.*
‘Why were they still dying….What is it even for.’ — because the Senshi were equally right. Unless Lyndin had another Senshi lined up for their planet, how was returning the Caedus starseed at this very moment doing anything other than ending Caedus prolonged *suffering*?
Whatever Lyndins promises, whatever the outcome. Tenoch did not wish to return to the planet. Even to save it from the doom they’d possibly aided in setting upon it. Let it all die horribly in darkness. So long as he could have his own end on Valenya — so long as he could see his synthetic world once more.
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Gaeven No!!! -cry’s-
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Following Lyndin — casting mental aspersions and worried glances.
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Corrupt Sailor Hatsya HP: 50/50 Action: Watching over Hylonome per Prehnite’s orders Damage: Location: B2
Startled by Prehnite’s voice suddenly shouting her name. Head snapped to the side in high alert, Hatsya scanned the nearby faces until she spotted him. Wild emerald-green eyes just drinking in the battle as if this was the most thrilling or exciting thing he had done all year; probably was, since the battle at the fountain was much smaller than this. More like a precursor of what was to come.
Keep this one safe and sound. he had instructed with a grin she’d not seen him wear before. Her sunset-colored gaze lowered and she took in the sight of a newly corrupted senshi (Hylonome); the last bits of her pristine white dress bleeding into the purest of blacks save for the delicate looking flowers on her bodice and hip.
“You want me to do what?” her head shot up only to realize she was speaking to nothing but air. Both Prehnite and Iolanthe already had their backs turned to engage another senshi. “AT LEAST LEAVE ME WITH A DAGGER NEXT TIME.” Hatsya shouted despite knowing he probably didn’t hear a damn thing she said.
Perhaps she should be grateful that he was giving her a moment of reprieve, time to just drink in the chaos energy and allow it to soothe over her earlier nerves. Considerate in his own unique way. However, asking her to babysit, or senshi-sit, was not something she had expected of him.
“I can’t leave you here…” there were still too many senshi and knights in the nearby vicinity, magic being thrown wildly and she for one was not inclined to get hit by any of it.
Thankful for the strength given to her while powered, Hatsya knelt beside the young woman and carefully picked her up to move her to someplace further from the immediate fray. Closer towards Lepidolite and away from the recently exploded generator.
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Hylonome - I hope this works
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Page Slidr of Mercury - Lieutenant Vauxite HP: 0[50 - 5(Generator) - 16(Lavendulan) - 23(Lavendulan) - 6(Slidr)] Action: Unconcious - Corrupting Damage: 3(base) + 3(rank) +1(personal Item non-knight magic) = 6 damage to himself for still holding onto his personal item. Location: B2
Slidr knew better than to continue holding onto and leaning against the sword. Should have dismissed it and used his knight weapon instead; the fiber optic icicle felt more familiar to him anyway.
Not that it mattered.
While half-youma held his chin firmly in place he could feel the ever-cold chill from the weapons shethe travel quickly from his hands to each elbow. Perhaps once this is over, you’ll be mine, she whispered, her cold breath sending shivers down his spine and yet he smirked at the humor of it.
“Sorry, I’m spoken for,” He lied and she knew it. Would have fought harder if there was still someone left for him to protect. Jenna would be fine, his mother not so much; their father though, he’d be thrilled to have finally been rid of a son like him. b*****d cursed himself for thinking of the two people who had both hurt and betrayed him in his final moments and tried to instead think of his sister's joyous smile when the two of them participated in ballroom dancing, or the proud look on their mothers face as she watched.Or Riley’s whip-like tail wagging in overexcitement when he’d come home after a long day of work.
Slider’s eyes glassed over and upon an exhaled sigh his body slumped to the cool ground as Chaos continued to consume him.
Chibi Sailor Aomori HP: 25/50 Action: Attacking the generator on command (let’s go)!!! Damage: 4+3+2= 9 Location: F5 -> F6
Without a doubt, the generator’s ability to thrive was slowly chipped away by determined Order senshi. While Aomori wasn’t the most proactive, she certainly tried to ensure that she did her part and not pass out in futility. Even though drawing attention to her and Hokkaido by extension was pretty risky, much like whittling away her hard-saved funds for crane machines or attempting to capture some rare beetle, she felt she had to at this point as Charybdis handed out a command she couldn’t refuse. After all, this was probably her only chance to do so.
“You want an attack? You’ll gonna get one… tokotokoshi!!” exclaimed Aomori. She ran with determination and resolve towards the generator with the readiness to unleash her basic sailor scout attack at the machine closest to her. Whether or not this attack takes it down, Aomori hoped that this attack would count.
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Sailor Scout Attack: tokotokoshi Invokes the mischievous nature of the zashiki-warashi, causing little (phantom) footprints to trail along the ground, on a path of up to five feet; they are annoying and distracting, leaving them unable to focus on anything else. The more aware a person is that they’re being tricked, the less likely this works. Lasts for twenty seconds, and can be used up to three times.
Julienne Mauvian HP: 50 Action: Staying close to Adria, attacking the center console. Damage:10 + 3 = 13 Location: B4
Adria was hurt, and badly so. It made Julienne want to just cry, and when they were both picked up by Michel, she gently nuzzled her senshi's cheek, trying to provide whatever comfort that she could, even if it amounted to less than nothing. "We've got you, Adria...You're going to be okay!" Her voice was soft, soothing, and when she saw the console...the thing that seemed to be pulsing out all of the vile chaos that she could feel, she hissed softly and jumped off of Michel, clawing at the machine with vicious hatred.
"Enough! Enough is enough! This is..." She shuddered, unhappy with the feeling of darkness prickling her starseed. She wanted to be back against Adria. Wanted to protect him. He was already hurt, already weakened.
Swiftly, Julienne climbed back up Michel, issuing an apology for the claws, and nestled against her senshi again, setting her paws over his starseed in the hopes that she could protect him.
Sailor Eriphyla HP: 50/50 Action: moving to F6 to hit the generator with flower power and then going back to F5 Damage: 10+3+2= 15 Location: F5 to F6 and then back to F5
Eriphyla powered up at the most spontaneous of times, often forgetting she was ever a senshi in the first place. Perpetually carefree with her head in the clouds, it seemed like the only times she really remembered the henshin pen in her pocket was when plant life was being threatened, especially the pretty flowers and beautiful gardens that had surely taken much love and care to grow. Imagine her surprise, then, when it turned out that a cat had scouted her little sister to be a senshi! It still didn't particularly spur Charice to action, but it gave her something else to tease Arisha about.
On this day, Eriphyla had powered up for once at the insistence of someone else, that someone else being her very own little sister, who didn't want to go alone. She didn't know anything about the aliens, but Primula seemed to care about them, though then again, Primula had a bad habit of caring way too much about things. Either way, she'd indulged her little sister, though not without a lot of teasing, and had followed Primula to the camp. When it turned out to all be a trap or something, Eriphyla... seemed largely oblivious to the chaos, while Primula watched on in wide-eyed horror at everything going on, neither moving from their spot.
Well, at least until one of the talking cats nearby got hurt, anyway. Then Primula had ducked out for a second, picked up the kitty, and brought her back to their spot.
At first, it seemed that Eriphyla would simply continue to stand around there, seemingly oblivious to the carnage going on around them, or the creeping miasma in the air that threatened to corrupt her and her allies. Then, suddenly, without any rhyme or reason, she followed a group heading south to attack the generator there, startling Primula, who hadn’t expected her big sister to move to anywhere else. “Eriphyla’s Gift,” the brunette called, summoning magical hydrangea blossoms and leaves to blow at the generator-
- And then she cheerfully walked back up north to where her sister and the cute talking kitty her sister had been watching over were.
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Sailor Scout Attack: Eriphyla's Gift
Eriphyla conjures up a small handful of hydrangea blossoms and leaves, letting them blow towards her target, potentially causing them to feel a slight sense of dizziness, as if they were feeling some of the effects of hydrangea toxicity. The higher the rank of her target, the lower the chance of success. Dizziness lasts for up to ten seconds, and this attack can be used up to three times.
