Sailor Skoll HP: 10/75 Action: GET OFF HER TWIN'S GIRLY Damage: 6 (1d10 roll) + 5 (rank) + 2 (Basic Magic 2/3 uses) = 13 Location: C5
Skoll snarled softly at Hati's words, knowing he was right. They had to take it down, they had to stop this before everything was lost. She bared her teeth at him in pain, longer canines catching on her tongue and lips. On one hand, maybe Chaos would give her neat teeth and wolfish features. On the other, that meant giving into the Chaos. She really didn't see how the benefits outweighed the drawbacks though...
Surprisingly, she only barely caught Asmodeous greeting a captain that approached them. Hati flew into a flurry of movement as Asmodeous sent a fireball at the captain in utter silence. Skoll could hear the low, deep howl that followed - probably a side effect of the Chaos eating at her - as a shiver rolled down her spine.
"Skoll's Pack Advance" she growled in that same low sound that Sera would hear off of Hati's magic... and flung a roundhouse kick into Sera's chest.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 12:46 am
Sailor Cancer of Protection HP: 75 per Zodiac/Kyu ruling Action: Casting her Guarding Barrier 4 of 4 times per Kyu's ruling of Zodiac Magic and also... using... all her... magic... at once..... Damage None Location: D3
Cancer actively avoided getting back into the thick of it for one big reason.
Pointedly, dying actively hurt, sucked, and coming back hurt even worse. And when the person before you had it happen to them, and then it happened to you well. Well. You tried to not put yourself into that sort of situation. Sadly, Cancer, as one of the few Zodiacs still in town, it was kind of 'required' she at least you know, show up to just say she did. She hadn't planned on staying when they activated the dang thing.
She'd just been too busy on her phone and on call to realize what was happening before the generators had turned on and got her stuck in another kill box.
She was very tired of finding herself in kill boxes if she were being honest.
Avoiding most of the Chaos, (and what did touch her made her want to gag and silently cuss out the fact that she should be at home knitting but had to come because of the whole 'well they hopped the Surrounding' thing) Cancer looked at the gaggle of surving aliens. On one hand, they put her in a kill box. On the other, why they decided to full bad ending she had no idea. On a foot... yeah wow from what she could gleen s**t was complicated. On the other foot... they were rather keen to shooting themselves in the foot if they thought that they'd be walking anywhere once the negaverse closed ranks on the few that had been sparred corruption.
"God." She groaned.
"I can't believe I'm actually ******** wasting it like this." She muttered to herself as she cast her magic, bubbles of pink magic surrounding the aliens who surrounded their leader.
"GET THE HELL OFF EARTH AND STOP JUMPING PAST THE DAMN SURROUNDING. YOU KNOW HOW LONG THAT s**t TAKES TO FIX?"
She shouted at them.
"Ya'll going to get me killed a second time you know that?! Stick around and I'll haunt your asses!!!"
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Cancer being a Zodiac and not following the rubric of senshi growth, was ruled to have Super Level HP, and 4 uses of Super level magic. THAT SAID
Enjoy that sweet sweet -5 Damage aliens now please stop jumping her space fence (I grabbed first 8 alien characters starting from this post)
Sailor Hirundo HP: 20/50 Action: catching up with her cousin! or trying to Damage: -- Location: F2 to D2
Navigating this confusing and chaotic mess was hard enough as a newbie senshi, but even harder when everyone around you was kind of corrupting one way or another. Hirundo decided once more to try not to think about it too hard, and to instead try to catch up with her cousin now that the generator was down, beckoning for Kitezh to follow.
Page Kitezh of Cosmos HP: 20/50 Action: following Hirundo Damage: -- Location: F2 to D2
Two generators went down, which was a good thing, Kitezh thought? It wasn't wise to stick around, probably, judging from how Hirundo was beckoning for her to follow, so the brand-new Cosmos Page followed after the senshi of blue jays.
Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 1:25 am
Super Corrupt Meridiana HP: 75/75 Action: Laughing at the youma, Albite Damage: Location: F2
There were so very few that ever actually enjoyed her magic’s effects. So much so that it was limited to a few corrupts who, like most individuals who stay out late partying or patrolling, and were in desperate need of actual sleep. It was the one time she ever actually liked her magic, when it could benefit someone, and hey, if it functioned properly, would add some energy to her quota.
Tonight, however, it offered her no benefit.
Against the green-clad knight he merely yawned, against the Page well… from where she stood she wasn’t sure if it had worked on him either. What she was sure of was that by using it at all, it had infuriated another Page with similar colors.
Even though she was an entire rank higher than he was, that focused glare he’d leveled in her direction was enough to make her pause, take a step back, and think of a way to protect her face. Because… if history were to repeat itself for the third time, that was where he’d likely aim. Always the face… winced at the memory of the last time and how many days she’d had to wear makeup.
But, the unexpected happened. Rather than throw a punch at the youma instead.
Meridiana paused, eyebrows raised above and beyond her hairline and after a moment’s pause she could feel the corners of her lips pull into an ever-widening grin. It started out as a soft chuckle that quickly became a full-out laugh. Holy s**t… why did that feel so freeing, so liberating? Probably perhaps because the youma in the Rift had tried devouring her in the cave and again on the high walkway platforms that this felt so gratifying.
“Payback’s a b***h,” she muttered to herself and it seemed the Page had served it tenfold. Truth be told, Meridiana was completely ok with that.
Engraved Medallion - An antique medallion with some strange, foreign symbols scrawled on the back. The magic can only be activated and used on the owner of the medallion. The medallion allows the wearer to suppress their own energy signature by one level for up to three hours a day. First stage characters will feel like civilians; while this item has little effect on Mauvians in their cat form, it will suppress their energy signature as if they were a human civilian if activated while they are in their humanoid form. Youma will have the energy signature of a human civilian.
The Page slumped sideways, the remaining sword in his hand clamoring against the one beside him.
Lavendulan watched him a moment as a predator watched its prey, anticipating signs of life through a small movement; a twitch of the lip or eyes moving beneath their lids. But the Mercury knight remained still.
She looked down at her bloody hands and wiped them off on her uniform; a smear of red against the lovely blue and yet Lavendulan seemed less concerned than she would have if this was just some normal spar or chance encounter out on the streets of Destiny City. Chaos continued to spread across the field and her youma nature drank it in, used it to propel herself towards the next target.
A Knight this time rather than someone of equal or lower rank than her. High risk offered a high reward and she felt up for the challenge. Sprinting quickly she closed the distance between them and lashed out with her claws at the lovely lady in pink.
The layer of ice continued to spread and despite all her tears and begging, Alcor did not stir. Might be better this way, to allow the change to happen rather than have her go through the trauma of her body changing into something monstrous, something… other.
With the last remaining seconds of her magic, Eleonora held her hands close to her sister's face; offered warmth where there otherwise was not, tried to melt the spreading youmafication before it could overtake her completely. But it was for naught and it seemed the corruption was affecting her twin much quicker because she could not fight against it.
“You have to open your eyes.” Hot tears spilled onto her sister's face and for a brief moment there was color but it too froze against her slightly tanned skin. “I need you,” she begged, “I need you to tell me what to do.” The magic faded from her hands allowing her to carefully hold her sister in her arms protectively.
“Please,” her voice cracked.
The General had warned her to stay, however, if she listened then this would be their fate; the Senshi of Cold would become a youma while her a corrupt. It terrified her more than anything.
Swollen red eyes scanned the immediate area, saw order attacking the generators while Agents and corrupts tried to stop them. Aliens, she had no idea what they were doing and honestly didn’t care.
At the moment there were two choices; stay and do nothing, remain by her sister's side and let this change happen, or try and fight. The ending may very well be the same despite the decision, but she had to try. If her magic could keep the frost from spreading then the only hope she had to stop this, to save Alcor, was to aid the other White Moon and try to disable the machine.
With a heart full of grief she carefully laid her sister down, pressed a kiss to her forehead then rose with a promise of returning soon. Her magic was summoned once more and with determination, she ran towards the generator hoping to either burn or melt a part of it.
Prince Castor of Hail HP: 43 Action: Using Crystal Magic Damage See bottom post Location: D3
For a while, all he could feel was nothing.
It was... odd.
Like drums echoing in the distance, a dull song he knew but could not place. He felt the sensation of cold but not it's bite. He knew it's hard sting but not the numb that came after.
As chaos swirled around him, caressed him as it had done, so many times before, this time he held his crystal in his hand, looking at how it spun, a sparkling jewel amidst the ink that kissed it like a lover.
Power, it offered him. A raw, undiluted power. Power to crush those that would stand in his way, power to take what he wanted, to claim that which had slipped through his fingers so many times before. How easy it would be with the fuel, the power, of Chaos at his fingertips? To take what he needed, wanted, and shape it to his very desires? To retake what was his?
He felt it, heard it, the echo of a voice he'd heard before.
How much easier it would be, if he just gave up, and gave it.
How he could finally be free of his burden, and have what he wanted-
"You just need-"
He blinked.
And there stood Bellatrix.
He hadn't seen her in.... how long? It felt too long. I had been too long. As he looked to her, he saw... her. Or perhaps it was something she always had but he never noticed. She had fortified herself, steeled her will and now stood on legs firm beneath her. Her magic was a thing that was a alive, inside her, a part of her and... she was using it on him.
Oh.
A soft laugh left him then.
For her to be using her magic on him, he must really have looked like s**t.
"Remind me when we get out of this mess-" He stood, black wings fanning out behind him. "I owe you at least one drink."
Kicking off from the earth he knew he'd not be able to remain aloft long- and while he could jump a fair distance above his peers, his wings were not made for flight- but it gained him his vantage, it let him see the mass and throng of those around the scene. And of the man who he couldn't help but pity and resent in equal measure.
"LYNDIN!" He shouted, hoping that not just the commodore, but others would hear him as well. "THE MOMENT YOU GET WITHIN RANGE AND ARE VULNERABLE, THEY'LL MAKE FOR HIS CRYSTAL-IT IS TOO MUCH AN ASSEST FOR THEM TO ALLOW ESCAPE-YOU'VE TOO FEW TO FIGHT THEM ALL OFF MUCH LESS THEIR QUEEN." His wings burned as he stayed aloft. "RETURN HIM TO THE CAULDRON- EVEN IF IT KILLS YOU!"
Looking down at them, as the knights, the senshi, the mauvians- He could not rally them, he could not inspire them- but he had at the very least, a hope.
A hope that he could at least buy them time
"ORDER WILL SURVIVE!" They had to. The other option was not an option.
"AND WE WILL RESTORE THE BALANCE TO THIS WORLD!"
As he looked to Laurelite he smiled.
His crystal in his hands, his wings black and the cracks, a shadow of the corrupt prince he could be if she could only sink her claws into him.
"Get ******** started with a crack in the sky. A sliver of ice trickling down to the earth.
And then, like wave, shards of jagged ice poured down from the heavens- the fury of his heart, of his hope, of all his rage and his will came crashing down around him in a glittering white. All while he smiled, wings finally giving out, sending back down alongside the ice and cold he'd called from the space beyond the stars. From his soul.
From his home.
Damage
ALL CHAOS CHARACTERS IN C2, D2, E2, C3, D3, E3, C4, D4, AND E4 TAKE A LOVELY 28 DAMAGE.
THIS ATTACK AVOIDS ALL ORDER ALIGNED CHARACTERS AND ALIENS.
Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 2:06 am
Lt. Cristobalite HP: 12HP (-13) = -1 HP Action: Splat. She out. Damage: 0 Location: F6
It couldn't have been a more poetic end, could it? In the Chaos of the battlefield around her, Criss had been left unaware of the alien who had been assaulting the generator. In the end that was her downfall, and while fully distracted by Yomi, she hadn't notied that Daesva's attention had returned to her and that blaster of hers...
Well, unfortunately for Criss the amount of flailing she was personally doing had the supreme disadvantage of ruining any crippling shots that Daesva might have had. Instead, that blaster hit her square in the back and with the impact, sent the agent face first towards the generator.
She had just enough time to lift her arms to protect her face, but not enough time to prevent the rest of her head from smacking against the hard metal. She slumped rather unceremoniously on impact, very much out for the count.
Rather apt that the young woman who had landed the final blow was one of Caerynn's very own kind.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 2:40 am
Page Einhornhohle HP: 30/50 Action: Falling to despair and starting to corrupt, clinging to Sava. Damage: Location: B4
Completely and utterly useless. She’d known from the start that if s**t hit the fan that she’d be nothing more than a distraction to Sava. But she had anticipated a fight, not to be overcome by chaos itself that it threatened to corrupt them both; The Cosmos Knight that held her would more than likely revert back into Cavansite and honestly, Einhornhohle wasn’t sure what she’d become.
One thing she did know was that the thought of losing any memory was enough to make her cling on tighter. “Sava…” Her voice trembled, tears of fear streaming onto her friend's white sleeve. “I don’t want to forget… to be forgotten. Please…”
Einhornhohle wasn't sure what else could be done. The last generator they attacked had blown up which made her worried that the next one would too. But to do nothing, as she was currently doing, may prove to be more devastating if come morning she was no longer herself and could no longer recognize those most important to her.
Knowing that the Senshi of Prayer wasn't unconscious yet, Dravite stood guard over her until the black spots cleared her vision and she began to move and awaken. Until that happened, he'd stand over near her, make sure she didn't escape, and would subdue her again if the young woman chose to struggle.
This would be all over soon enough; it'd be best if the periwinkle-haired Senshi just let nature take its course and allow the corruption to simply happen. Once they were all on the same side, and the aliens had gone their separate ways, then there would be peace.
But she would have to live to see that day come.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 2:57 am
Cadet Valnyr HP: 34 (-12 from Alk) = 22hp Action:: 'Shooting the generator', but not really cause one roll per turn. Damage: 0 Location: B6
Alas, her decision to throw her comtech to the ground in a statement of her intentions had meant that she very much did not understand Alkmene as he came to stand in front of her. However if there is one thing she had learned quickly in regards to this particular set of individuals it was that they weren't exactly the kindest of individuals. This could only be supported by the unceremonious, and otherwise hard kick to her side.
It was enough to wind her and she staggered backwards for a moment, lifting her hand to press against her waist.
...But in the grand scheme of things, did he believe this would deter her, or was he simply waiting for her to give him an excuse to continue? At this point there were those among her own kind that had died for this, and though she was unaware of it, there were others now suffering too. While the Order may have caused one of them to perish through accident, allowing the starseed to return to the cauldron. She would be loathe to discover that these individuals had not.
They had either destroyed them, or kept them as a toy.
Her brow furrowed as she levelled her gaze on Alkmene, this was where she held it, and unceremoniously lifted her blaster to very stubbornly fire at the generator again.
She had a duty and she wouldn't be swayed from it.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 3:13 am
Corrupt Super Sailor Adorea HP: 75 HP (-22 from Amazonite) (-28 Castor) = 25 HP Action: Disciplined, healing Amazonite Damage None - Healing Location: D4 Magic Consumed: 3x Basics (0 Remaining) / 2x Super (0 Remaining)
It was a bolt from the blue and not an entirely foreign feeling. She had memories of this from before, she couldn't understand how or why, but that uncomfortable squeeze of her chest served as a reminder that sent the otherwise whimsical senshi into despair. Amazonite had been gentle, considerate almost, of the red head. Where others may have seen fit to discipline her in a much more brutal manner, the General had taken a more 'subtle' approach and it was by far the most effective.
As expected, the Corrupt froze on the spot and her merry smile dissipated. Even as chaos flowed through the air, rippled through her very being, her stomach churned as the General's words snaked into her ear and gave her a gentle reminder that if she was going to make use of her magic, it would be better if she were to use it elsewhere.
She was still 'processing' this of course when the assault came, Castor's magic surging across the battlefield to further remind her of why it was ill advised to help any except your own.
...And so in those moments she did help her own. Amazonite had been with her, the General was still with her, and so she offered a small smile, and another of her winks, the last of her magic directed towards the General to heal the wounds that had formed as a result of Castor's rather timely intervention.
Whether her message would be remembered was another matter entirely and one that might need to be reexamined at a later date, but for now, Adorea seemed to have remembered what her actual duties were.
Though she might not have said anything, that didn't mean she had regrets or guilt about what she had done. After all, if she saw a cut, she needed to heal that cut, right?
The White Moon were dropping like flies, but there were still about a trillion of them on the field, and some that had gone down were getting back up. Most of them congregated so heavily near the middle of the field that Diesel could hardly tell what was going on over there. Seemed like mostly screaming and magic. Even many of the alien forces that had been hanging around his generator had booked it, and given that their kind didn’t seem to know whose side they were on, Diesel didn’t figure he ought to argue about their departure.
He didn’t really get what was happening over there that was so exciting, and it might have been neat just to peek and see what was more exciting than everyone getting corrupted and youmafied and s**t, but a cold wind of chilly air kept him from wanting to get too close.
And he had this sneaking suspicion that being in a hoard of Order wasn’t like- a great place for one corrupt Super to be.
But there were kind of a lot of bodies on the ground around him. Like, an excessive amount of bodies that everyone protecting this generator had put down, and more incoming. He glanced to his brother, as Rakovanite struck at another senshi. And he just had to ask, in a voice that wavered only slightly, “Are we still doing this? Like, is there any point?” If they were all going to be corrupted anyway, seemed easier to just step back and let it happen-
It probably wouldn’t, though, if they were still up taking swings at the machine. “Dude, c’mon,” he groused at Myrrha, calling up the familiar heat of his magic again. “Like, what are you so afraid of happening, anyway?”
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Sailor Scout Attack ▼ Fan the Flames Diesel must make physical contact with another person or object in order to use his magic. The energy expelled by the impact provides the necessary 'fuel' to power his abilities, and so the magic's strength varies dependent upon how much effort he exerts. Simple contact may cause a flash burn, while something more forceful could cause a contained burst of flames that allows Diesel to forcefully repel enemies. Severity and duration of damage is up to target. He is capable of activating magic on himself (by clapping, snapping, stomping, etc.) to propel himself nearer to targets. He has thirty seconds from casting to make contact with something, but the magic itself lasts for only a single burst on impact. May be used three times per battle.
Now that he was completely undefended, thanks to being abandoned by his lousy, hot-headed senshi, Gremlin stood on top of the generator with his hackles raised, wrinkled body at full arch, and ears pinned back, spitting aggressively at the half-dozen filthy humans who were way, way too close for his comfort. One wrong swing, and it’d be his head getting knocked in. These brats were just lucky their arms were longer than his.
He lurched out of the way of a… shoe? As it was knocked against the generator, and his back paws very unceremoniously decided he was being evicted from his post as they dropped off the edge of the generator.
He didn’t bother trying to scrabble for purchase, and instead kicked off and landed a few paces away before sprinting for all he was worth back to his alleged safe-keeper. The hot head who’d picked someone new to bully. Fine by him, every single one of these assholes could burn for all Gremlin cared, but the stupid boy had left him. Just up and forgot that he even existed in a matter of seconds.
He charged forward, toward a girl on her way in (Meissa), making all manner of mad-cat sounds and clawing and spitting and throwing every single one of his commotion skills in to scare the Order kid to death off.
Taenite rolled his shoulder as he watched the scene unfold. A pretty Senshi (Lysithea) turning dark, fire and flashes of light and petals swirling. In the distance other generators were blowing up, which meant the White Moon would be turning their attention to this corner. Taenite cast a glance over his shoulder to see how Axinite was holding up, knowing the guy was probably stressed as it was. At least they’d been able to hold up their corner fairly well. For now. As long as Faustite didn’t explode the whole thing with his fire.
He turned his attention to the closest Senshi (Lich) attacking the generator, a grin brightening his face.
“Hey there, Icy. Too bad I already used up my magic. Could have been fun.”
But he didn’t need his magic to throw a punch.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 7:34 am
Valhalla, Transcended Knight of Jupiter HP: 86 Action: Holding Ganymede, trying to cover.... things.... and trying not to be sick. Talking to Tikal. Damage N/A Location: E2
They didn’t make it in time. The generator was also falling. Kerberos was attacking General Jet. “Kyrie come back,” he called, cringing as she built up the electrical currents in her wings, ready to strike the General, but even though Kerberos was using magic, he was afraid that Kyrie’s lightning would hit allies.
Another ally from before was back on their feet, and Valhalla sighed in slight relief as Tikal was back on her feet.
Ganymede was collapsed against him, and he did his best to keep her upright as he struggled with getting his cape off, tugging it from his shoulders so he could place it over the -- souvenir that General Jet had thrown in their direction. Tikal didn’t need to see it if she hadn’t already, although he would need to make sure he could cover the rest of -- well… he wished he had another cape.
“It’s okay, you don’t need to come over,” he warned her, feeling rather faint as well. He’d seen the horrors of this war, but not anything quite so gruesome this close. “Can you get everyone to come back this way, please? Ganymede wanted everyone to retreat and regroup.” More or less. He was having trouble thinking about what they needed to do, when their allies were literally being slaughtered.
