Action: No attack or shields yet. Looking for Urania and suffering of headache. (Also, I combined the introduction post as well)
Another call for gathering, another call for help.
Last time he got an invitation like this was for to save Urania. Maybe because he was still new to this scene and things like these were new to him, said event had been in his mind quite often. Even though he was still a rookie, even though he wasn't very good at fighting, he still had been useful. He had been able to help a pretty maiden, and maybe got new friends. Such things had been interrupting him, especially when he was alone. And to be honest, he didn't mind that (except when his sisters pulled him from back to reality with their pranks and teasing).
Maybe this time he could be useful as well. He certainly hoped so as he made his way towards the gathering. Once there, he looked around, searching for familiar faces. Most of them were strangers, including the guy with dog-like ears and tail. For a moment he wondered if those were like actual dog ears but he didn't ponder that too long. These senshi and knights and mauvians came in all kind of shapes and sizes, didn't they? If this was Fang, the name surely fit for him.
And then he saw the yellow-skinned senshi (Grieve) who was acting rather peculiar way, although for some reason he wasn't so surprised about it. She seemed that kind of person who might act a bit outside of social norms.
And then he saw Urania. Wallia wanted to go and say hi but something stopped him. Suddenly he felt nervous and self-conscious. Surely, a beautiful girl like her wouldn't want to be around a guy like him.
While he still ruminated whether or not it was proper to approach Urania, it was time for them to go.
There was a long moment of ominous silence before the massive canine-like creature made it’s entrance. Horrified, Wallia stared at the thing, never seen anything like it. I need to protect her, he thought. The creature roared, sending a wave of hunger in the group. Such a magical effect took him by surprise. Never had he experienced a mental attack like this, he didn't even thought it was possible. It was an unpleasant, distracting feeling. Oh, if he could have his mom's cooking right now. Just thinking about it made him drool a bit, his stomach growl and his head hurt.
But, I need to protect her.. He couldn't explain why but he needed to. The idea of seeing Urania hurt again was making him nervous, very nervous.
He tried to look for her, but it was hard amongst the chaos.
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Wallia was going to say hi but then got shy and self-conscious heart
[Amoris, Page of the Moon] HP: 35/50 Physical Damage: 1d8 -- 2 DMG to the Zombie Chrysocyon Action: striking back against the zombie chrysocyon
Amoris clapped his hands over his ears at the roar, but it didn't do anything to dull the way it stabbed into his ears and reverberated down his body. The pain made him gasp. The hunger that followed, however, derailed his attention from that quite effectively. It hurt almost worse than the roar had, the gnawing and growling like he had never eaten, would never eat again.
'What do you think you're doing?'
'I'm hungry. I haven't had breakfast or lunch--'
'You didn't buy that food. You didn't ask me if you could have any of it.'
'Jason, what are you talking about? It's groceries--'
The memory of the slap that followed made Amoris flinch even now. His gaze turned immediately to Promethei, trying to gauge if he'd noticed, hoping he hadn't. Trying to cover it up, Amoris hurriedly took his little astrolabe in both hands and rushed to bring it down against the monster they were all fighting.
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[Danube, Page of Cybele] HP: 35/50 Physical Damage: 1d8 -- 3 DMG to the Zombie Chrysocyon Action: striking back against the zombie chrysocyon
The roar had done nothing to dissuade Danube from fighting, even as much as it had hurt. In fact, she lashed out in turn. Pain still vibrating down her arms, she punched at the monster before ducking back into the throngs of people there, ending up next to a senshi with silver antlers on her headpiece. ...That was a cool design, and the designer in her wanted to look more at it, but there was a battle happening. She'd ask about what made up the headpiece and how heavy it was later.
Then the hunger hit her, and she staggered a bit. Danube would eat anything in that moment, she realised, or nearly so. Even the flowers on the senshi's outfit looked tasty enough for it. "********," was the heartfelt response to no one in particular. If it wasn't bad enough that they were fighting stood with skin hanging off of bones--quite literally in many places--and showing the meat that lay underneath--
She stopped that train of thought right there, thanks. No, she was not going to eat the monster. She wasn't hungry enough for that, christ--
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[Stromboli, Page of Uranus] HP: 35/50 Physical Damage: 1d8 -- 5 DMG to the Zombie Chrysocyon Action: striking back against the zombie chrysocyon
"Ready? Never." Stromboli rolled his neck and shoulders, looking with some dismay to the spatula in his hand. He didn't know the strange friend Abzu had brought with him, but Stromboli was content to have him around if Abzu was. He just knew that the man had come from deep space somewhere and was now holed up in Abzu's house most of the time. "But--Ibirapita--nice to meet you." Even if the other man wasn't the talkative type, far be it for someone to be able to claim Stromboli was the rude type.
But the roar took his attention off of Ibirapita entirely. Did it hurt? Absolutely? Oh, but the hunger that followed... Stromboli winced. Alright, that was enough of that. Long legs carried him forward to deliver a firm blow to the decaying beast's body, and then he jumped back to try to keep himself out of range of a counterattack. It was better than nothing, he decided, as the combination of rotting smell and hunger made his stomach give warning flips.
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[Tikal, Squire of Ganymede] HP: 60/75 Physical Damage: 1d10 -- 7 DMG to the zombie chrysocyon Indirect Magic: 10 + 2d4 damage
”Magic Description”
Her magic at this stage is limited to a sparkling light display that, for her target, amplifies their strongest desire. This could be a desire to run away, a desire to take a nap, a desire for scones, or… a desire to hurt Tikal. Her magic pool lasts for thirty seconds.
Action: attacking the chrysocyon!
She had answered the call, because using what she had available to her to help other people didn't end at the doors of her office. There was, however, a tinge of regret when the smell hit her. Tikal swallowed the urge to gag at it, breathing in careful measure.
Then her breathing came in short gasps as the monster roared, pain thrumming through her body in a way she had not often experienced before. Gritting her teeth, she forced her breathing to even out even as sweat beaded on her forehead at the effort. That was quite enough of that, she decided, and she joined the people jumping forward to try and take the monster into their own hands.
Tikal's necklace was, fortunately, more than just pretty.
She unclasped it, took one end of it firmly in hand, and arced the rest of it forward toward the beast. The air cracked just as the tip of it made contact.
Helping another alien clear the chaotic infestation from their planet had been something that Encke had easily agreed to. While he had never interacted much with Sailor Fang himself, it didn't quite matter if he had or hadn't. Encke would had helped even if he had never seen Fang at all.
It was how Encke was, especially when it came to space. He knew part of their salvation likely laid there.
"So he said it smelled of rot here, right?" Encke rubbed his neck as he looked to Basiluzzo and then to Sailor Ran, who had been interested in helping and so come along with them. "Not excited for that."
But this wasn't about being excited, right?
It was about dealing with the creature in front of them, twisted and screaming in a way that seemed to make the alien senshi keel over. It was about the way he felt that roar in his ears and in his fingers and his toes. It was about the way that goosebumps rose to his skin as he felt something deep in his stomach rumble and yell for attention. It was about how he felt the world swimming with something else altogether unwelcome and unwanted, undesired as much as desired, something that echoed deep in his mind to a time he had long wrestled with leaving behind.
Encke's eyes were glassy.
In front of his eyes, he could see where he was back, fighting a desire that he couldn't quite get around. Encke knew this kind of hunger. He knew this kind of hunger in a way that echoed to the creature they were looking at in that moment.
This was not the place, this was not the place, this was not the place, this was not the place--
He was with one of his mentees. Ran had never seen him like this. Encke didn't want him to see him like this.
His mind tried to claw itself away from the hunger as it dug itself deeper into the pit of his stomach. People couldn't see him like this. He felt the way it gnawed on his brain. He felt the way it urged him to come closer, to find a way to fulfil that hunger he had so desperately tried to dodge and avoid. It begged him.
Encke reached out and smacked Basiluzzo in the arm a couple of times, not rough or harsh, as gentle as he could be amidst the growing panic behind his eyes. He knew he needed something to help wrestle his mind back into control. He needed to -- he needed to not look ahead and see something that hit deep and harsh inside the pit of his stomach. He needed to not see everyone ahead of him as--
He whirls his short staff over his head, summoning a stronger wind within a 15 ft diameter space; with a duration of 60 seconds, this wind will boost the speed of allies and impede that of enemies.
Action: using his magic to enhance allies nearby
There were a lot of things happening at once, and Basiluzzo reacted quickly to handle them all as best as he could. The smell was bad enough. The roar was worse, and he had to pause a moment to process both it and the hunger that followed. He didn't remember being so hungry ever in his life, and the feeling of it caught him off-guard and caused his breathing and heartrate to quicken with the need of it, the knowledge that he would absolutely and certainly come to blows if it meant the difference between eating and not.
The smack brought him out of it, and he recognized instantly the look in Encke's eyes. Hissing something impolite, he retrieved a small pill case from subspace and popped it open. He had to work quickly. Basiluzzo pulled a pill out, disappearing the rest of the case, and turned to his husband. Quickly, quickly.
The pill was pressed carefully between slightly parted lips, Basiluzzo snatching his hand back before he got himself bitten. It was easy to assume that the same hunger he felt was affecting Encke, and he had no desire to lose a finger to it. He took a step back from Encke, reaching now for his staff.
Whirling it over his head, he felt the wind kick up around him. "Go!" shouted he to Ran and anyone else near enough. The wind would make them faster, make their blows more forceful. The sooner they ended this, the better.
Quickly, quickly.
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[Sailor Ran of Games] HP: 35/50 Physical Damage: 1d8 Indirect Magic: 10 + 1d4 damage -- 13 + 12 (Basi's buff) = 25 DMG to the zombie chrysocyon
”Magic Description”
Ran summons a card and flicks it toward the target. When the card comes to rest, a shallow pit ten feet in diameter opens up around that point. The pit is no more than 3 feet deep, but is slick and difficult to simply run out of. The pit lasts for about 30 seconds and can be used three times.
Action: doing as he was told and attacking the zombie chrysocyon
Between the roar and the hunger that followed, Ran scarcely noticed what was happening around him. He looked down at his hands, up at the monster, glanced to the others quickly, then back to his hands, then back to the monster. What-- what was he supposed to do? What could he do that would come anywhere near good enough to help? He saw Basiluzzo move to Encke, wondered for just a split second what was happening, swallowing around the gnawing hunger in his gut that caused him to salivate at just the thought of anything at all to eat. He would have eaten food he ordinarily hated, just to have something to fill that chasm in his belly.
"Go!"
That snapped him out of it enough for him to snap a card from nowhere to between his index and middle finger. He aimed it at the feet of the monster, hoping the pit that opened up under it would trip it up enough to give other people an opening to attack it, too.
Unlike Amoris, Promethei didn't have much that hunger reminded him of, even as it ripped through his body and made him squirm uncomfortably. He was raised by restauranteurs. Promethei might even pat his stomach and ask if he really looked like he was hungry. Hunger of that level was unfamiliar at best. It made his skin crawl even as he pulled himself above it.
It was easier to push beyond even the thoughts of it as he spotted Amoris' wince.
He knew where that came from. Promethei did his best to make it not obvious he had definitely noticed that.
Later, he would ask how Amoris was doing. Later. They didn't have the time for that right now. For now, the best they could do was try and get this monster to chill with the effect that seemed to be turning several of their forces in knots. While he wasn't sure what the truth-telling serum of his magic could really do against that monster, it was worth a try, he supposed.
"That's a mood," muttered Abzu, at the concept of being never ready. Honestly, he would love to go back to the days when his biggest and only concerns were threefold -- when was his next concert, when was his next party, and when was his next-
Maybe he could do without needing to be concerned about Ibirapitá, who didn't quite respond to Stromboli as much as hummed. Better than grumbling, he guessed.
He'd take the humming over this damn roaring every day.
He felt the way it made his brain pulse between his ears already, and there was a quiet groan as Abzu lifted his hands to rub at his temples. How much that had made his head hurt almost overrode the painful sensation in his gut on its own. It did help that he did not have any concerns over food. Abzu lived in the lap of luxury his entire life, and he knew it. He had always known where his next meal would come from, and it was easy enough to dismiss the sensation from that, as frustrating as it was. Not as frustrating as the migraine brewing.
His alien friend, though?
Ibirapitá knew hunger. He knew the deep kind of hunger the monstrous roar had caused. It had been hundreds of years on his world, watching nothing more than rot, decay, desiccation, and, eventually, giving up altogether. Ibirapitá was always hungry. He also, always, didn't care.
It was strange, after a while, how little things had feeling.
The sensation pulled at something else, though, and to resolve that, Ibirapitá reached into his subspace pocket and pulled out a bottle filled with a deep red liquid. His eyes slid toward Abzu as he proceeded to pop the bottle open anyway and take a swig.
Abzu pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ibi," Ibirapitá narrowed his eyes at the use of the disliked nickname again, "never mind everything else, solving the sensations with wine isn't gonna do anything."
"What am I to do, Abzu?" Ibirapitá laughed. "My magic has not worked in hundreds of years--"
"Give me that," groused Abzu, snatching the bottle from Ibirapitá and, for good measure, using Basiluzzo's nearby urging to hurl it at the monster. Ibirapitá pulled himself back to glare, looking Abzu up and down.
"Thou coxcomb!"
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Ephesus, Knight of the Moon HP: 85 Healing: N/A Action: Being upset Ephesus didn’t know just how much he needed to be close to Amarynthos until an arm was around his waist and he was being pulled close. Another little sob escaped, but Ephesus quickly hid his face against Amarythos’ shoulder as he clung almost helplessly to him.
He hated this feeling. Everything felt like it was collapsing in on itself. The hunger, the desperation.
The tears were not for himself, although he was well aware how someone could see him crying and think he was upset about being hungry.
No, he knew that his experience, no matter how horrible it had felt at the time, was nothing compared to the devastation Fang must have felt.
And he could only imagine it being similar for every Senshi that survived, awake, for hundreds of years before making their way to Earth.
Was this how Alastor felt? This insatiable hunger with nothing to soothe the pain? This unfathomable loneliness?
Ephesus didn’t want any attention to be drawn to him. He knew it was bad enough that he was just standing around, hoping that he wouldn’t have to use even more of his magic. He pressed his face against Amarynthos, and hid further behind one of his hands. With his other, he clutched to the fabric of Amarynthos’ jacket, keeping himself upright, even as the feeling of hunger filled him with despair and hopelessness.
Urania watched Fang intently. She could see his concern for his world. It was like her own.
She held the hands of those who had come to help save the world from what plagued it. She focused on travel. It was the first time in over a thousand years that she would travel to another senshi homeworld.
And one filled with Chaos.
They arrived in the dark. In a city. In a town square.
But Urania did not have any time to look around the world — for she saw Fang’s tail and ears and knew that what they had come to face had already arrived.
Antisana didn't know Fang. And he was relatively certain that neither of the girls knew him, either. Despite generally being a man more devoted to his own self-interest than he was to helping others, he and Eleonora and Alcor had met up with the group departing for the troubled senshi's world, anyway. He remembered what it felt like to fight alone, and how close he had been to simply not fighting anymore... And experience from a handful of other worlds had proven that their greatest strength was in unity. Nobody achieved anything alone. Particularly where Chaos was concerned.
He had a hand around Eleonora's arm as they arrived, holding her near to him rather than risk allowing her to roam. She could handle herself, he was certain, but nearly everyone else was an unknown. People he'd seen the faces of in passing, but actually knew very little about. Trusting them with his (or Ele's) safety seemed... optimistic.
Mostly.
He stared over Eleonora's shoulder, watching a woman with soft minty-colored hair and a crown of antlers. Antisana knew her- though he doubted she knew him. Nearly everyone should know the Senshi of the Hunt. There was probably as good a chance that being near her would bring about more fire than not, but he could at least feel more confident that Eleonora and Alcor would be safer standing next to Cybele.
He probably couldn't convince his fiery girlfriend to stay put, but Alcor... "Stay close." He inclined his head very slightly toward the Eternal Senshi not but a couple of yards away from them.
And that was all he could do- spot Cybele, make sure the girls were near- before some great and mutilated fox-creature howled out a terrible chittering note, and he was hungry. Not something to be solved by, 'oh, good thing I packed a snack,' but like an all-consuming gnawing that he hadn't eaten in days (or ever? but that was nonsense- he knew that wasn't true). And it was a bizarre, foreign, uncomfortable sensation that Antisana had no experience with.
He'd never been in a situation where hunger was something that could be distracting. His parents were regimented, meticulous people, even as a child he'd been very extremely aware when it was time for food- and he still was. Antisana was all planning and preparation, and that generally mitigated... most suffering. He'd never gone hungry. And never had to be afraid to.
But he could certainly understand why it was something people wanted to avoid.
So the uncomfortable burble of laughter that came from the Page standing just off to the side, behind he and the girls, had Antisana glancing back like he thought there might be danger there.
Undine covered his mouth with both hands, the ghastly pale green of his eyes landing on the almost accusatory look a Pluto Squire shot him. "Sorry," the word was soft and muffled beyond recognition, but it spilled out of its own accord through fingers threaded over his lips. He stared back at the man with wide eyes until the other’s focus went back to the dog-thing, and then Undine’s slowly did too.
He’d gotten over this.
His relationship with food had always been a little rocky… First overindulgent and then nearly avoidant, and when that didn’t work settling on a means to have everything he wanted if only for a moment… But he’d pushed through those less-than-savory parts of his life and he was ☆healthy☆ now. Or at least healthier. Than he had been. It was not difficult to be healthier than he had been.
The roiling displeasure in his stomach was more than just hunger. He could practically taste the bile on the back of his teeth because that conglomerate of sensations- hungry, starving, acid in his throat, burning on his tongue, impossible heat on his cheeks, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes- were practically synonymous. And through all of those entirely unpleasant feelings, there was still that little whisper of thought in the back of his mind:
Good.
Good.
If Undine was sTaRvInG, he could expect the pudge in his cheeks to dwindle- maybe his Mama wouldn’t comment about his ‘fat face.’ If he was hungry, maybe his uncle wouldn’t call him ‘Taco Bell,’ whenever he walked into the room- because that didn’t even make sense. Undine had never even liked Taco Bell. Good, good, good, he was supposed to be ******** stop that.
He wasn’t sure if he was going to cry or throw up- but if he did one, he’d probably do the other, and wouldn’t that just be ******** dreadful and embarrassing, and he was over those pieces of his life. Undine still had one hand over his mouth as he found a stone amongst the debris to hurl at the monstrous zombie creature- from a safe distance.
Illyria - activating Sailor Mauvian Status & attacking (without magic) this turn
HP: 60/75 (loss of 15 from initial attack)
There was that all too familiar feeling of being whisked away to another place in the universe that was not Earth. When the group arrived on Fang's homeworld her fur instantly rose in agitation. Her gaze sought out her bonded partner before she bounded over. Even as Ida shed her eternal form and brought out her transformation into the Senshi Princess of Orchids did Illyria sense that there were other princesses bursting onto the scene. Her eyes though never left Ida's form and slowly she transformed as well from cat to human. Having hands would be so much easier for battle this time around and even as she willed the appearance of her transformation item did she look down at it before closing her eyes and sending out a fervent prayer that this newfound power wouldn't let anyone else down. Ida had told her to stay close and that's what she planned to do.
Clicking the side of her GPS unit did Illyria feel the rush that accompanied the transformation into her Sailor Mauvian form before she picked up a random piece of debris that was at her feet before launching it with all her might at the creature that had seemingly been waiting in repose for this battle.
Planting her feet to stand at Ida's side did Illyria survey the field of battle. There were plenty of things that one would be able to throw if one chose not to use magic. She had aces up her sleeves in the sense that she could always try stunning the creature with her forehead beam. That would be a last resort though. There was an unpleasant ripple that travelled across her body before she watched the field with cautious eyes. This seemed to be a lot different then the battle on Alastor had been. Maybe one giant creature would be easier to combat than what had been faced before. She could only continue to hope that even as her tail lashed against her side and her ears twitched, catching all the sounds of the pitched battle.
Okay. Space travel was fine. She was starting to get used to the feeling of being moved from one place to another in the blink of an eye. But unlike her Wonder or other places that had at least seemed welcoming, in a sense, this world gave off an aura of one being unwelcome. Clutching her cord of ornaments between clenched hands did the Squire of Cosmos take in a deep breath and instantly regretted the action.
Oh gods. What died here? It smells horrible.
If only she had kept the thought from manifesting maybe what rose from its resting place nearby the large force that had come wouldn't have been there. Gaping wounds, missing an eye, and apparently all too dead but yet still alive. The large creature, although missing an eye, seemed to survey the ones that had come to help this senshi as if it still had two good eyes. The roar it let out had Irkalla shaking before realizing it wasn't exactly attacking everyone ... yet. However there seemed to been some sort of magic let loose in the field of battle as the squire of Cosmos found herself suddenly feeling as if she'd missed more than her fair share of meals. Hunger clenched at her insides even though she knew she'd had something to snack on before setting out this evening.
Oh, this feeling was unpleasant. But she attempted to overcome the sensations that were going through her mind. Picking up a rather large rock she tested its heft in her hands before launching it towards the giant creature. It might not do a lot, but for the moment it was all that she had at hand to attack with.
