Lt. Andesine Scrambling to get over to some of the frozen magic and investigate releasing it. (1 + 1 (recon) = 2) HP: 50/50. Medkits: 3/3.
Truly was amazing how quickly things could go completely tits-up.
One moment, Andesine had been right there with the Mauvian who’d taken such an interest (Tama) in the story that the Pluto Knights had left behind, suspended in splotches of monochrome. Each new movement in the tale revealed itself as the different pieces got activated, played out the things past someone had deemed worth remembering and spelling out a story of betrayal, intrigue, loyalties tested and butting heads, hearts in conflict with each other and so much missing context buried in the recriminations that the Knights threw at Galvorn, in the responses that he threw back at their pathetic attempts at temptation.
The drama of it was fascinating. Who were Galvorn and the intrepid little knights to each other, really? Which of their versions bore a closer resemblance to actual reality as things had transpired? (Galvorn’s, most likely, or so Andesine figured. From the sound of things, he’d made the right choice to abandon the White Moon in favor of the Negaverse, so his head had to be more firmly on his shoulders than anyone who’d buy into the propaganda that the White Moon fed recruits about their forever war and selling Earth out to ******** magical princess space-aliens. Still, the sheer anguish in some of these scenes suggested, to Andesine, that the intrepid would-be seducers had, at least in this case with General Galvorn, had deployed some kernels of truth.) Given infinite time and tech that actually cooperated, Andesine could have watched an entire saga of this story play itself out.
—And then, the next moment, everything got loud, confusing, and bloody.
The presence of something that registered as oh, ********, giant monster? That said to attack.
But two separate Generals and General-King Jet all said to stand down—to attempt de-escalation—and more to the point, Andesine’s string of jingle-bells clearly lost in a fight against Galvorn’s axe. Just like how her Lieutenant’s ranking wouldn’t matter a damn bit to a youma who had once been a General in his own right.
Scrambling out of the way, back away from the center of the conflict that really needed to listen to General-King Jet and stop being so conflicted now, please, Andesine latched onto the first order she picked out that didn’t involve just standing around and doing nothing. She fumbled in her rush over to the time-frozen magic, but made it there and started inspecting one of the spells, looking for something—anything—that might set it off, in case things didn’t cool off quickly.
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Andesine is investigating some of the frozen magic. (1 + 1 (recon) = 2)
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2023 5:27 pm
General Arsenopyrite HP: 85/100
Unfortunately Arseno had been too busy studying all of the papers and attempting to figure out what they meant that he hadn't been able to dodge the attack by the General. It was a perfect hit and it was only luck that he hadn't been killed instantly or had anything broken. He was tossed however and landed hard on his side, only barely managing to not land on his hand. His shoulder stung and it made it that much harder to get up when he finally realized what had happened.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2023 5:37 pm
General Chambersite HP: 100/100
For his part Chambersite had been standing around keeping an eye on everything. He didn't like how the "General" or whatever was left of him had been left like that. People usually didn't leave bodies or others like that without reason.
It was confirmed when the General started to attack that it had most likely been some sort of trap to keep him there.
Chambersite summoned his weapon but held still, seeing if the General would attack again or if they would manage to "reason" with someone who's brain was probably half scrambled with Youma and being stuck in one spot unmoving for so many years.
For her part, Triplite had been wandering around trying to see what everyone was doing and what they looked like, but that seemed to be for only a few moments before what was just a body began to attack them! She had only just been held back by Chambersite before she could launch her attack meaning she hadn't been able to hit the "General" after they had been told to stop.
She pouted, but she supposed coming out alive was better than nothing.
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As many worked to figure out the secret to the time-stopped magics, they each found one distinct commonality — the magic holding its hostage was wavering, as if nearly out of energy for persisting. The monochrome parts of the facility captured myriad tools for their use, from spells on the cusp of bursting to weaponry frozen mid-swing to rubble that had nearly fallen from the ceiling. They would find that, by touching the magic inside, they could manipulate its trajectory, and that if they had a way to deplete the remaining energy from the Pluto sigils, they could free these potent payloads.
When Kamacite looked for search results, he would find little more than what the others had found in hard copy in Galvorn's research area. This was not for a lack of trying on Kamacite's part — Galvorn had simply reached a dead-end with his thought process, and thus, the weapon and ring had forever remained separate.
What he had found in accompaniment was an entry, more a footnote, on the uploaded design scheme that delineated Galvorn's sense of failure concerning this particular idea. Even as other contacts pushed him for weapons that were more covert, more easily disguised, more able to get the jump on their enemies when outfitting their civilian allies for the war, he could not deliver what was requested of him. In that entry, he had conceded that perhaps some designs were fated to remain dreams, or were better left in the hands of other, more capable men.
Similarly, Taenite's query didn't return precisely what he was looking for. The closest the database entries could find was on time magic, which was related to a parent article on a Pluto knight, codenamed Caz. The ntry indicated that time magic was potent and powerful, to be avoided at all costs. If one was unlucky enough to be caught in time magic of any sort, they had not yet deciphered any means of dispelling it. It wore down eventually, however, as if it ran out of energy.
When Tama touched the remains bearing a ring, he experienced the same burning shock as the others. The fineboned remains may have been those of the Cosmos Knight, who had fallen despite her vow against the Negaverse. Her ribcage was crushed. Whatever remained of this story, it must have happened elsewhere in the facility.
Seraphinite found that Gale was another codename, this time for a Saturn Knight. Little was known of this one, for he proved the most elusive of the knight group they had identified. He had proven uncommonly difficult to capture or hit, and he had been reported several times as having gotten the jump on officers that were sent to take care of him. Twice he was seen holding some kind of flag with seven stars on it. Little else had been recorded.
While Roselite weighed his options, the turrets squeezed off another round of beams at Fafnir, though they were deactivated after Roselite chose to disengage them and fired no other rounds.
Youma Galvorn HP: ??? (-36)
The youma that was once General slowed as others had backed off their assaults. The towering serpentine man frowned, brows furrowing as he looked from agent to agent to anomaly to knight. "I do not know any of you," he confessed. More arms reached behind his back to pull out more of the weapons. "This must be some sort of knightly trick!" Galvorn twisted, becoming a tornado of blades that lashed out as he aimed for Jet, Jadarite, Faustite, Taenite, and Rigel. His serpentine body made short work of darting between foes, doubling back by twisting over himself to return the way he came.
He had seen two of these fiends steal his research, no matter their excuse. He bore the blades and magic of a few. Now they tried to play truce, as the knights had done, by wearing the faces of allies.
But he knew better. Not one agent in the room had been under his command just moments before. "Begone from this place!" He shouted at the lot of them. "I will not let you have it!" He spun the weapons in his many hands before throwing them at Psilomelane, Benitoite, Faustite, Miyamoto, Spectrolite, Larimar, Bellalunae, Taaffeite, and Zultanite.
The commotion had attracted more company — crawling, flying, and skittering down the elevator shaft came a drove of youma, from elsewhere in the Rift and remote parts of the facility. They gathered, more curious than combative for the moment, to observe the ruckus that so many agents and senshi had stirred in the building's depths. Among them that may be recognizable to those that had visited the Scar before were a cactus youma, a winged serpent, an impish creature with a bulging belly and a hand-crafted stone lamp in its hand, and a rhinoceros that was mostly made of horns.
It was the lamp salesman who spoke. "'Ey! What the hell's goin' on down 'ere?"
"Youma!" Galvorn's voice boomed over the chamber. "Attack them!
"Ya hit yer head or somethin'?" The impish youma squinted at him. "Who you think you're speakin' to, lookin' like that? Ain't no way you're better n' any one of us now, Galvorn! You can take your orders n' stick 'em up yer a**!" The lamp salesman shouted back. "Nobody's beholden to yer standin' orders anymore, n' one o' the others said the forges collapsed, so we came tuh see what the ruckus was about."
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Named targets must roll 1d10 (+ combat bonus) to dodge the attacks. If your character was targeted twice, roll 2d10. Characters must roll 7 or better to avoid damage. If 6 or below, the character takes 10 damage if a weapon was thrown at them, 20 damage if they were the target of his spinning attack. You may add another dice roll to the same post if your character is investigating or attacking after the dodge.
Tama takes 5 damage by touching a decoy ring.
To unlock the time-frozen magic, roll 1d10 (+ leadership bonus). If 5 or higher, the magic is released. You may choose either magic, weapon or shrapnel. Please quote me with your choice!
Youma have arrived. To command some, roll 1d10 (+ leadership bonus) if your character is an agent. However, if your senshi chooses weapon from the above options, they may command a youma without rolling.
The ring certainly was of Cosmos — or, at least, held some of its magic — and Tama received the full effect of the burning starlight from it. He drew his hand away at first. Why was he surprised? Of course, it would burn him just as it had done to the others.
For a moment, though, he had thought that the feeling would be different. Why had he thought that? It’s like he half expected the feeling to be heavenly.
For a second, some distant memory tried to claw itself back — but then Tama pocketed the ring.
There was time-frozen magic left from that damn knight of Pluto and sure as hell wasn’t going to let it stay that way.
HP: 45/50
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General King Jet HP: 125/94 Roll: 10 (dodge roll), 3 + 2 (leadership) = 5 (commanding youma)
He knew Aquamarine would have been pissed at him. He knew there would have been others who might have been concerned, but he was fine all things considered. He could take a hit or two without needing to get anyone else riled up. This whole thing started because their agents were hit without any provocation. Jet didn’t want to make matters worse by allowing Galvorn to continue his attack.
However...
Jet was not going to allow this man -- General or youma -- threaten the lives of everyone else. Three agents had attacked them when they shouldn’t have, and Jet was still seething about the needless violence, especially against their own, but they didn’t deserve to be attacked in return.
He spared a glance over his shoulder at Rigel and the others who had been attacked. He’d heard the explosion, saw the movement of the turrets in the corner of his eye.
He could hear Niter’s voice over the communicator--
Jet didn’t have time to respond right away. Galvorn was attacking, lashing out with his many weapons. Instinctively, Jet shielded Aquamarine, despite him not being an obvious target, and in doing so somehow managed to avoid the attack himself.
“Not yet, but get ready to put as many of his weapons in interstice as you can,” Jet said lowly when he was finally able to respond to Niter, his hand gripping tighter to his glaive, holding the communicator pen with his other.
“Faustite,” he said then into his pen. “You know more about this place than anyone else here.” Faustite had been getting updates from all the teams, so he would know what was best. “If you think we should attack, let me know and we’ll have about thirty seconds to prepare a strike, if Niter’s magic works.”
To everyone else, Jet called over the communicator, “Do not harm any of the youma.”
And to the youma, “Do not attack. We are not here to fight. This is not a trick, General! You’ve been under some kind of magic stasis. Knights no longer have access to this place -- only youma live in the Rift now. Ask any of these youma how long the Rift has been part of the Dark Kingdom!”
Most would be pleased to have someone protec them, even take an attack for them, Benitoite was not one of them. He kept silent though; he wasn't stupid. While he wanted to continue the attack, considering they'd been attacked first, he did no such things. orders had been given and he was stepping back to keep his distance, he wasn't going to get close to the enemy General. That's just what this youmafied General was to him - the enemy. They had already attacked and seemed to not be thinking clearly and he doubted they'd regain most of their sensabilities, given how long they'd been down here.
He had thought they weren't going to wake him, and that perhaps they'd all get some proper warning, but it seemed no such luck had been had by them. Now it would be a waiting game and he'd let the talkers do just that - talk. While he could talk, he was fairly good at it, this was not the place where he wished to do so. Instgead he found himself making his way towards Arsenopyrite and offering him a hand up. "Let's keep our distance, we can head to a time spot and deal with things there I suppose." Grabbing his cousins arm as he passed Cuprite he headed them both to a time affected area, as far away fro mthe General as possible.
Hissing as he dragged them with him, his finger burning, the blond shook his hand and held it up to look it over. "The ring..." Curse that damn thing, it had better have a use which would help them all. He was still planning to keep it, no matter what, once this whole thing was over.
Well now, that wasn't a surprise. The General turned youma didn't want to play nice. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes the General instead threw both Arseno and Cuprite out of the way as the out of control youmafied General threw a weapon his way. This time no one took the damage for him and he felt the burn and the blood against his skin ,the wet fabric, as it pierced his shoulder and the weapon hung there sticking out of the layers of fabric he wore. Cursing his hand went up on instinct, despite the pain, as he stumbled back several paces, fro mthe force of the impact. Taking a knee he took the time to just breath, he needed to breath and focus himself. "Cuprite, Arseno, one of you get this damn thing out of me. I don't care if I bleed like a sieve, I don't need this thing sticking out of me." Just waiting to be hit and inflict more damage to him. He knew he couldn't pull it himself, his hand was shaking too bad fro mthe shock of the attack and likely the sudden blood loss.
For a moment he even considered walking out, let others handle this, they didn't want to attack the General after all. Now they had youma to also content with, though at least one youma had sense about them and were even able to talk and communicate - he liked that youma.
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Ouch, the new bling hurts. How akward must it be with him dragging the two taller males while also carrying his weapon....
He'd been grabbing at the rings, investigating the symbols on them, t hough he didn't keep any on his person and put each one down once he'd looked it over. It was a good thing he'd had none in his hand when they'd started to heat up. He'd been too busy scooting back and away fro mthe youmafied General and than when he heard the youma arriving he just made to find an agent to keep close to. Youma did not like corrupt senshi, even though they served chaos just the same, and he really felt the dislike at the moment. He was not getting warm and fuzzy feels here.
He'd heard everything going on, he wasn't deaf, but he'd choosen to ignore it - till now. Now he was having something thrown at him! The ******** had he done to warrent that? Wanting to curse the youmafied a*****e, he didn't care that they'd been a General, he held his tongue as it might just make things somehow worse...as if that were possible. But being that he was a corrupt senshi he figured it might just be possible.
Throwing himself to the ground as the weapon came hurtling towards him, his face nearlly bouncing off the floor, he shook his head. "Somehow I get the distinct feeling I'm not welcome here." And hewas off crawling, in the hopes of not being noticed by the General again, towards someone who he knew - anyone who was close that he knew. He was not into this s**t, not right now anyway. They weren't supposed to be fighting and all he wanted to do was throw that weapon back at the General and tell him what to go do with it. He would have if this were some senshi attacking him, or a knight, so why take it now? This was a tough one for him and he needed someone who might hold him back, and keep him from mouthing off.
General Faustite HP: 75/100 Magic uses: 0/2 (offensive); 0/3 (enhancement)
"Galvorn, you've been in a ******** stasis trap. We just undid it. It's not the same year you remember, whenever that was — look at the bones, for ******** sake."
But his response fell on deaf ears. Galvorn became a whorl of blades, moving with a speed Faustite hadn't expected of him. While he tried to evade the series of slashes, a halberd caught his shoulder and part of his back, drawing a deep gash through his flesh. Faustite felt the hit, and was grateful that he was blind to it, though he felt his steaming hot blood begin to pour down his back. The General hissed with burgeoning pain; he clasped a hand over the wound then drew it back, noting the wet black on his palm and ********," he cursed as he stalked toward the edge of the room. He resummoned his tablet once he heard Jet's voice echo through it.
"He might come to his senses if we kept on the defensive, but people will die for it. Better to dust him, let him reform in the Rift. Think he —" Faustite paused, staggered to the right as a spear came at him and passed just inches away from his hip. "— cut a tendon in my back. ******** rope with arms…
"You'll have to give the order. Even if I'm leading the mission, you still outrank me."
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2023 7:47 pm
General Arsenopyrite HP: 85/100
Almost immediately Benitoite was there to give him a helping hand. He took it and was able to get his eyesight to work properly again. Now if only the room could stop spinning for a moment...
It started to get a little better, but then Beni was attacked with a weapon and he could feel the other's grip faltering. He heard something about a ring but that left his mind as he could tell Beni had now been impaled by the weapon.
Arseno looked at Cuprite, giving the other a nod, before moving over to Beni and where the weapon was sticking out. "As much as I would suggest getting rid of the entire weapon, we can at least try to stop the bleeding quickly. We'll need a med pack though." He said, nodding to Cuprite. "I'll take it out the best way I can." He said, taking a look at the weapon and where it had hit. There was a lot of blood, but it was hard to tell just how much it had hurt Beni. He grabbed he grabbed the shaft of the weapon and quickly pulled it out. "Med kit. NOW."
He didn't have time to be worrying about the youmafied General or the Youma that had entered. It didn't appear that his trumpeting partner was with the rest of them anyway, at least for the moment.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2023 7:50 pm
General Chambersite HP: 100100
He had been lucky that none of the weapons had been thrown his way but he still didn't like the situation. Why were they trying to reason with the General instead of just killing him? He didn't believe that he could be trusted. They could tell that he had been working with the Knights... somehow.
But their new General King had given orders and for now they were standing down, though Chambersite was ready to attack at a moment's notice.
When the Youma came in he looked around to see if he could spot his own boney rat. If they managed to make it here, he might be able to get Roquefort to gather more information while they "dealt" with the General.
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Stand down? She had meant to confuse him, to keep him from attacking so they would have time. But apparently that had not been a good thing. They were to stand down and not do anything aside from trying to talk, which she didn't think would work. Maybe it would have but maybe not, who would know. He had been alone for so long and she knew, from family members who dealt with helped people with mental issues, how much that could affect a person and drive people mad even.
She didn't think this could have gone well at all. but she'd been told to stand down and so she did. It was when he decided to attack again, not caring for the attempts to talk with him, and youma turned up that Valeria made to find Arseno. The general was busy, the blond general didn't look so good, but she decided to keep close to Arseno despite how busy he seemed. "I apologize for hanging around but the youma here aren't likely to be friendly towards me." With teo generals, no matter how injured one seemed, and a Captain she figured she was safe.
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Forget the roll, it's late and I didn't remember that she wasn't attacked. :biggrinies inside a little::
The senshi, Hylonome was talking to her and she was right she didnt find anything of real interest. She was going to help with searching the cabinets and went to introduced herself when the senshi was speared and Taaffe's jaw dropped, eyes wide and in complete shock. She was new to all this, and bad s**t kept happening, but this ... there was a spear sticking out of the senshi.
The other senshi was much more quick to respond to the situation and Taaffe felt herself shaking in terror looking at the youmafied general and the chaos that erupted. What could she even do against that and her mind said to find Fafnir, barely spotting him moving toward the time magic. She moved shakily to where the magic halted weapons in mid air trying to avoid anything to do with that youma general. The senshi with Hylonome seemed more than capable to help with the spear situation with Taaffe.
She almost made it before the youma general starting loosing his s**t again and she found herself trying to dodge a weapon he had hurled at her. It took everything in her not to scream, when the weapon sliced her side tearing fabric and skin. The hot sting followed by a wetness that could only be describe as blood. She groan covering the gash, as best she could with her forearm and grabbing the weapon thrown at her to try to protect herself. Her weapon that sat neatly atop her head was useless to her.
