Transcendent Super Anser HP: 10/75 Action: No longer KOed! Thanking Eriphyla and trying to move Minkowski away from the large amount of Chaos. Damage: n/a Location: D6 -> C6
The fight on the battlefield roared on, more people around the generator she had targeted falling as she sat there, unable to do much of anything to help herself. Her body ached, but it didn't stop her from raging where she laid, her homeworld keeping what ravaged the others at bay but not able to make her terribly able to stand--
There was another senshi, then, who stopped over her and, of all things, cracked a bone over her face. Anser let out a sound of confusion.
But if it was supposed to help--
Where had that come from--
Took a deep breath, despite.
And was slowly able to force herself to her feet.
"Ah, thank you," she offered, to the senshi, rubbing her neck. "Lots of Negas around here. Took me--I'm Anser--and Minkowski," looked to her, "down really fast."
In the process, several other generators had burst light into the sky, Lyndin had taken Encke's friend's starseed and walked off with it, and there were a whole bunch of arguments and fights and death and corruption going on. Anser wanted no part of it and figured their only escape was maybe finishing off that last damn generator. The general-sovereigns and the queen were still surrounding them on the outside. If she had more backup, she might have tried to take one of them on...
She bent down, attempting to help Minkowski up off the ground to at least move her elsewhere. Didn't have another bone to crack over her face, but...
Where had the senshi found that? And where could she get one?
"Gonna get Minkowski out of here so she's safer--" Anser grunted, heading away from the remnants of this generator. Once she got her in a safe spot, at least, maybe she could take a hit on that last generator...
nyamomask
Eriphyla & Minkowski!
Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 11:31 pm
Eternal Sailor Lepus HP: 43/100 Action: stopping in E6 for now to formulate a plan Damage: -- Location: F6 to E6
Lepus probably should have stopped to question herself as to why she was taking orders from what essentially was a feral preteen such as Charybdis. As it was, she was a little caught up in the moment, the thrill of the battle, to not give it much thought, until something the chibi of seals said caught her attention.
Stay under the radar- Lepus that includes you, I KNOW you.
... What?? Lepus paused in her steps, clearly confused, and missing her chance to punch another generator, as the one they were headed to exploded. She knew she had a reputation, but still.
"Wait, what? Where'd that come from?" Lepus asked, frowning; did this have to do with what happened on Caliban's world?
Chibi Hokkaido HP: 25/50 Action: following along with the chibi army... Damage: -- Location: F6 to E6
Still clinging to her twin, Hokkaido trudged eastwards when Charybdis started to move again, though she stopped short of following the older chibi to the generator, afraid of all the bad people that surely where there. As it was, the generator was destroyed by the time she caught up and Charybdis got back anyway, so it was all kind of a moot point.
Sailor Primula HP: 50/50 Action: taking Etoile with her to E6 Damage: -- Location: F5 to E6
With all the ambient chaos in the air, Primula had largely hunkered down and hugged her new Mauvian friend tight as her older sister went... and helped nuke a couple generators like it wasn't a big deal. Having been a senshi for a little under a year, Primula could only focus on how she still had so many cats she wanted to help out as a way to stave off the corruption trying to overtake her.
When Eriphyla didn't immediately return to the spot she had previously been with Primula, the younger girl reluctantly took Etoile with her, down to the southwest where Lepus and some of the others were.
Mauvian Etoile HP: 14/50 Action: going with Primula to E6 Damage: -- Location: F5 to E6
From her vantage point up north from the southeast generator, Etoile watched as Charybdis and her 'army' of chibi senshi helped take down the generator there, after helping with the one in the northeast. She was very proud of Charybdis, and hoped that they could celebrate this later! Preferably with lots of candy.
As Primula carried her down to the south and west from where the generator Charybdis had previously been at, Etoile watched as Primula's sister helped take down another generator. "Is your sister always like this?" she asked curiously, and then, once they reached the 'chibi army', she waved a paw at Charybdis and Lepus. "Hello! We're back!" she said.
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: Corrupt Sailor Guinevere of Obsession HP: 0 Action: down. so down. very down. Damage: N/A Location: D4
Guinevere was not prepared for the hail of retribution that rained down on her. Fae-Fae and Itzenoch's blaster, Cydfae's sword--they knocked her quickly to her knees, but she held the starseed close to her chest, protecting it as best as she could.
"You can't have it!" she yelped, as Fae-Fae attacked her ot try and grab for it, but--
But there was a burst, from the crystallizing body next to her, and it knocked Guinevere over, and down, and the starseed floated out of her fingers.
She crumpled in a heap, long hair fanning out behind her as she collapsed.
Well, the good thing as, Erebus had managed to get the Corrupt's (Miyamoto) attention away from the Senshi(Gelria). Of course now that meant he was the next target of the attack. He didn't have time more then tossing out a "Will do!" to Metis when he caught her words seeing how he didn't want to turn much of his attention away from his opponent. At the other man's words he gave a sharp grin that was challenging and the glowing markings on his face brought it even more out. "Well you can try anyway, we'll see how well that goes for you."
While he had caught the Super's attack name earlier and had an idea of what it might do, actually getting hit with it was another thing altogether. Between one blink and the next the world suddenly felt empty and hollow. The grin dropped and the Knight swallowed, throat dry, and while his hold on his oar didn't loosen he did lower it just a bit. Everything ached with just how he felt, alone, unimportant, with on one on his side.
But has had years being attached to the one he would call his soulmate emotionally so even though the attack had him off kilter, a few seconds in he was reaching out to feel his husband with a desperation that had him gasping like he needed Seung to breath. As he did this he tapped his oar to the ground and Saturn purple ripples started to spread out around him and Miyamoto got a shaky but defiant glare for his troubles.
Kaefaux
Sleet Tempest Snape
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Magic: Erebus dips his oar to the ground and taps it. It causes a purple ripple effect going out in a 10 ft. radius. When someone, friend or foe, touches the ripples they feel like their energy is being drained slowly, as if their very life was draining. The longer someone touches the ripples, the longer they feel drained when they stop. For every two seconds touching they feel drained for one after but only if he is still channeling his magic after they move away as when he stops all effects stop. The total amount of time he can use his magic is boosted to 40 seconds.
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: Corrupt Sailor Lionel HP: 32 Action: Getting Guinevere out! Damage: N/A Location: C4 -> D4 -> C4
Too slow.
Lionel watched in horror as Guinevere moved to the central console. As she struck out at the alien standing there.
Executed him, practically without a thought.
"Oh, hell," Lionel murmured. He wanted to step in, to stop the retribution raining down on hr, but he was frozen in place, heart racing the entire time. If he got in there....if he got in there, he might just make things worse.
So he waited, and winced.
When Guinevere went down, when they turned away from her, that was when he moved in to pick her up, and looked at the Cadet holding the rescued starseed.
"I'm sorry," he said, softly, as he picked up the unconscious Corrupt. But he moved quickly, backing up to get out of the way.
cibarium
Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2021 12:50 am
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: Capt. Idrialite HP: 75 Action: Talking to Dunwich Damage: N/A Location: B6
"Your fiance, huh," Idrialite said. He turned the bayonet over, and his expression went very distant.
God, he hoped the General and the Eternal here were too occupied with whatever they were doing to notice him not fighting. Because he was not willing to raise his blade here. He would, he hoped, slide fully under the radar; taking part in this pointless pain fest seemed utterly outside his understanding.
"I have someone waiting for me at home too," he admitted. "I'd like to be able to go home to her, tonight."
Which this poor Page deserved, too.
"I..." He looked around. "We should get you away from the generator," not that it would help. People were falling all over the place, darkness bleeding into white uniforms.
He dropped his voice.
"...What's your name?" He asked, gently. "I don't know if you'll be able to get out of this, but if you do...someone ought to remember. Since you might not. And maybe I can make sure your fiance knows."
Kerberos refused to regret his choice to target Jet; there were a torrent of attacks in response, but he knew that he'd be drawing himself quite a lot of attention. And besides, it looked like his magic was very effective, by the way Jet reacted.
So even though a leopard slammed into him, and he felt claws rip open his skin; a kick slammed into his side, and he staggered; and then, Jet himself came for him.
"Thanks," Kerberos said, and he moved to get away from the blade, but he wasn't fast enough; it hit him in the unprotected side, and while it struck, it didn't hurt. Not at first. "I work very hard to be a threat to you bastards."
Kerberos inhaled, sharply, stumbling back, as a cold, strange darkness struck him. Magic. It had to be magic. And at least it was brief, and there were no more strikes.
But he turned to look back, briefly--and Ganymede was down. Not exactly surprising, when she'd worked so hard, and then seen someone she helped slaughtered so coldly in front of hr. Which meant that there was something more important.
He'd promised to stand by her, after all. And the generator was down, so the only thing left for him to do was stand, and fight, and possibly die. Not pleasant.
"Another time, General," Kerberos said, and he was still grinning. There was an opening to run; he did, booking it back towards Ganymede and Valhalla. Maybe he could do something; if not, at least he wasn't alone in the middle of a sea of Chaos.
"Sorry," he said. The adrenaline and whatever strange magic was on the General's weapon seemed to be wearing off, and he shook, a little. "I--that--is she okay?"
He wanted to run further, to go to Lyndin, to try and help--but what could he even do, there? Stand against the people trying to save Caedus? Strike at Lyndin?
Lyndin carried so much pain. So much grief. It broke Kerberos's heart to think of adding to it. And it broke his heart more to think of standing against his allies to stop them from saving Caedus, no matter how much he felt that starseed desperately needed to be returned to the Cauldron.
For now, better for him to stay here, where he might be able to do something. Even if it wasn't much.
Youma Albite *Super Corrupt of Retribution* HP: 12 - (ow hail!) Action: Attacking with prejudice Alphubel - "Tell the world I'm coming Home" Damage: 13 Location: D4 -> B6 BonusAtkCalc: (For My Sanity - 1d10 +5(Rank) +2(Final Use! No more after) +5(One final special b***h generator bonus).
Albite took the quickest side-rout. Cut away from Amsvartnir. Left him in the distance, shoved all the aching shards of that encounter to the back of a mind that screamed for blood. Cut through the mass and swath of the center of it all. Cloistered onslaught of bodies fleeing, fighting, freaking the ******** out. Heedless of his steps as he focused on 'fastest rout towards fire' and little all else. Had seen the blazes burning straight across the torn up green of it all - kinda hard to miss the familiar shine and flare of sun and hellfire going up bright and blinding in the distance. Even amongst all the other magical hoo-haw.
Shouldered shunt and pierce of hail. Felt the agony for that. Felt himself smile despite it as he rolled into view of them all - Alkmene kicking up chaos with pretty lacked thigh highs. What was undoubtedly his firebrand flame-broiling whatever came closest to whatever was theirs. Firegod in action - and Albite could only chuckle like ground gravel for the poor ******** that must've rankled him enough to have earned all of what was going on around them. Admired the half faceless terror of the thing - liked it best even - Let faustite have some fun, let him have them all in piecemeal and by the pound for even daring.
Then he saw Kama. Saw brightest robes and a flash of magic - felt Knight iced blue. Felt something colder than the hail that protruded from his flesh sink in a little beneath the hate that suddenly boiled hot just beneath the surface of it all.
What had that one called him - some other page or knight or eternal or --- oh right! Something like - eldritch refuse? Cool - worked good for him - cause he was feeling real elderly at the moment, and he sure as ******** refused to give into that. Felt all sorts of fitting even.
As he rolled up on some bitchass Knight with a glowing blue club (Alphubel) who was bearing down on the sunshine standing in the center of it all.
Albite didn't have words for this one. Hadn't had words the whole while, had used up what few he felt like speaking for his friend. No, for this one? He had a bellow of rage. Had rage born of whatever dark bestial thing clawed under his veins for vengeance.
Let it all loose in a snarled snap of tangled tentacles. Had retribution and binding - in that specific order - felt drained pull and drip of it all leave him like life blood as he threw the last of it into attacking the bright blue knight who had the whole of his focus for the moment.
Goal one and only to get him the ******** off and away from Kamacite.
- A blackened, wrinkled rock set into a silver pendant with an indigo glow trapped inside. It can be found discarded in Negaspace or the Rift. To use the item, an agent or Negaverse senshi must energy drain the rock. Once drained, the rock will crack and disintegrate. The rock's violet light will then envelop the user, cloaking them in the appearance of a youma. A youma aura will overwhelm the user's natural aura, though it will not disguise their aura. Their youma appearance must adhere to youma guidelines for personal or player youma. The user does not gain any special abilities while under the effects of the item, and their current abilities are not typically hampered by the item. The Rugose Pendant's effects last until the character powers down or until 3 hours have passed, whichever is sooner. The Pendant may be used once a day.
Magic:
Sailor Scout Attack: Binding Retribution! Albites tattoos appear to come alive, slithering off his arm like ethereal magical ribbons. The tattoo ribbons wrap around an intended opponents body part and tie the two together for a duration of 15 seconds. Leaving neither able to escape the other until the magic is ended, or the weak ribbons are severed. (Ex. Albite's opponent has a weapon/magical attack, and uses it on said ribbons or Albite is interrupted in casting/cancels the magic early.) Range: 3 Feet Duration: 15 seconds Number of uses: 3 Number of targets: 1
SSBrosB
Knight Alphubel? Do you like eldritch horror for dinner? (also his arts gorgeous omg!? How!)
Sailor Meissa of Bobcats HP: 27-12 (Gremlin) = 15HP left Action: attacking Albite Damage 3 (rank) + 10 = 13 dmg to Albite Location: D6 -- B6
The hairless cat that jumped out at her and tried to scare her away from the generator was but a minor blip in the Bobcat senshi's mission. She recoiled but in the end it was not enough to deter her from watching the destruction of the second to last generator. As she moved towards the remaining area with a generator. She was weakened, that was for sure. But there was still piss & vinegar flowing through her veins still.
She was tired, hungry, sore, and pretty sure she still was sporting some wicked looking clawed hand things. Though for the moment Meissa wasn't sure what was going on anymore.
As she reached the crowd around the final generator her gaze settled on a random target and instead of giving into the urge of smacking the generator she instead leapt forward and extended her reach to smack the creepiest looking target around (( Albite )) that had just apparently finished attacking a member of order. She felt vindictive as her clawed hands tore flesh and she relished in the feel of it.
There wasn't going to be a chance like this again to really let go - and just be one with the violence. Somewhere in the back of her mind a tiny whisper warned her to be careful but Meissa chuckled as she landed. Recklessness swamped her as she cracked her knuckles ... almost daring for someone else to earn a taste of her claws.
Eternal Sailor Oberon HP: 30 - 8 - 5 = 17 Action: Attempting to at least remove Caedus’ starseed from Lyndin’s gauntlet and in a lot of pain doing so rip. Damage N/A Location: D2
Oberon’s eyes opened wide in surprise, even as he was pushed back. He fully expected to be punched into next week, not barely hurt as he was shoved back. The blast from being shot by one of the younger aliens hurt more than the injury Lyndin caused.
Was he really weakening? It certainly seemed that way. Maybe they stood a chance to get Caedus’ starseed back to him, then!
Lyndin was trying to get the Vanguard to leave. He was desperate. Maybe enough to make a mistake.
Oberon barely acknowledged the pain in his fingers and hands from when he’d grabbed the gauntlet. The tips of his leather gloves were already completely scorched and burned off, his fingers raw from the electrical pulses from the volatile starseed itself. The wings on his back were still darkening, white feathers falling off as the Chaos swirled around him, still seeping into his starseed, wanting to claim him.
He could feel Metallia’s call--
Something hitLyndin from the Console, like he was slowly being electrocuted from the energy from it, freezing him in place.
It didn’t matter to Oberon if he was the one who got the starseed back to Caedus, as long as someone did. Others who were more suited to withstand the Chaos -- Scylla or Encke or Hyperborea or Pendour even.
His thoughts were on Andronicus for a moment as she rushed forward as he did, but instead of striking Lyndin, her weapon struck one of his Commanders. He didn’t know how much of a distraction it would cause when Lyndin could already barely move, but it was enough!
Oberon leapt forward again, gripping tightly onto Lyndin’s gauntlet and his hands, desperately trying to pry his hands open.
He gritted his teeth against the cries of pain that bubbled from the back of his throat as the electrical pulses from the starseed continued to burn through his gloves, burned his hands, his arms--
Angry, red electrical wounds spread like lightning up his forearms from just touching the starseed. His hands felt like they were on fire. If he could get it to someone--
“Be careful with it!!” he yelled through the pain, as he did everything in his power to pry it free. "This needs to go back to Caedus!Please!" he cried, hoping someone picking it up would be smart and use something that can better resist the burns.
If no one else was willing to take on the injury, he was absolutely willing to use his own body as a shield to keep the energy pulses from hitting anyone else. As long as it got back to Caedus, he didn't care what injury he sustained.
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Asking for help from anyone who will listen -- and pls take to Caedus or Oberon will fite u. QQ
Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2021 8:56 am
General Aquamarine HP: 100 Action: Getting his bearings. Giving an order to Akaganeite. Damage: None atm. Location: F2
The generator exploded.
Aquamine ducked to avoid a burst of shrapnel and spat out a vicious swear. “<******** blamed the Senshi b***h for that. Defying orders. Attacking the generator. Pretending as if it were an accident. That was no accident. Aquamarine knew a traitor when he saw one. If their joint effort to take her down for it didn’t kill her, he’d finish the job himself. He didn’t spend the last several weeks on this mission just to be taken out by one of their own.
Still, the Queen made no move. Aquamarine spared a brief flick of his gaze in her direction, but her mood seemed no different, even with generators falling across the field. He took her noninterference to mean it was no great loss and things were still going according to plan.
Fine. The generator was done for. It was what it was. Aquamarine didn’t have to like it, but there were other concerns to see to now that their priorities were shifting.
Jet was under attack. Aquamarine knew he would be for that stunt he pulled with the first traitor. (First? Or second? There were so many.) He moved to retaliate, to spear the Senshi (Kerberos) through before he could use his magic again, but the coward scampered off, back to the Princess.
The Princess who had not come to face Jet herself. Perhaps she was weak. Perhaps she was afraid. Perhaps she was biding her time. Perhaps the Queen’s presence held her off. Whatever the case, Aquamarine was grateful. He didn’t relish the idea of fighting her.
He grabbed Jet by the arm before Jet could follow the retreating Senshi. Aquamarine shook his head and thought, Don’t.
There were other matters to tend to. New agents. Another traitor (Cybele). A Knight (Tanais) who thought it a good idea to engage Ashanite.
One of the new ones (Akaganeite) turned to them. Aquamarine frowned as he regarded her. Bolstering their forces might be a necessity, but he didn’t know that he agreed that this was the way to go about it. None of these people had proven themselves trustworthy. Some of them might come to resent what happened to them, if they didn’t already.
For now, with the Queen watching, Aquamarine would give them the chance to prove themselves.
“Your orders are to subdue all those loyal to the White Moon,” he told the new Lieutenant (Akaganeite). “You can start with that one.”
He motioned with a jerk of his head to Cybele, a slow smirk speaking across his face.
Guine
Noir Songbird
I was going to have him help Ashanite with Tanais, but I wanted to get Akaganeite a response and this post started to get long, so I'll save the roll and see if I have a chance to get another post in before the next prompt. orz
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2021 10:03 am
Cadet Vyn HP: 50 Action: Trying to hold it together. Shouting at Fangnyl. Damage: None. Location: D2
He had blood on his face, down the front of his bodysuit.
For a moment, Vyn stood still, eyes trained on the spot where the Knight’s weapon hand struck Commander Cydfae’s chest. Commander Cydfae had fallen. So, too, had the Knight, dropping her weapon in the process. But Vyn could not stop staring, blank in the face but sick to his stomach, as the memory of it seared itself into his brain.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was aware of the other shot that fired.
Vyn blinked. His hands shook around his blaster. He blinked again and took a breath, told himself to wait, told himself later, not now. He couldn’t fall apart now, when the Commodore was under attack and their Commanders were dead and the starseed was in danger of being taken — not to mention the danger it posed to everyone else.
A quick glance over his shoulder showed Aliez in a crumpled heap on the ground, his blaster within reach, and Fangnyl beside him.
“Aliez!”
Vyn could not turn, could not check on him, could not rouse him to consciousness, but he also couldn’t stop the assault against the Commodore and the desperate attempts to take the starseed without help.
So, to Fangnyl, “What are you doing?! Get up, Fangnyl! We have to stop them! Can’t you see he’s in pain?!”
He didn’t mean Aliez — his friend who shot the Knight, too, who knew his duty and proved his loyalty even in the face of so much fear and confusion.
Itztenoch - Cadet with a Blaster HP: 30 Action: Mission Objective: Pew-Pewing Andronicus. 'It's not yours, it was never yours. Not Caedus, not his starseed, none of it.' Of Valencya, for Valenia! Damage:12 Location: D3 --> D2 (Falling Back towards Lyndin Slowly! Nessa and Eso in tow.) AutoBonus: (For My Memories Sake +1d10(Dice) +3(Cadet)
Took a hit from bubbled pink, felt it pop and the pain that seared as he moved with his pack freed once more, huddled up and around. Cried out and screeched a roar for every new body that fell beyond them. For every single one more that they lost. All their commanders gone up like so much flashpaper. Their lives evaporated like rain. Their Commodore bent and huddled in pain around a thing he'd claimed.
His friends soul.
A wonder that Caedus body did not condense with crystal as the others had....meant he was not dead...merely dying..merely laying in some place between. Could've taken his body along as well. If only the white moon did not hoard and clutch at it so, if only that was what Caedus wanted?
Hard to know what the enigmatic stranger who'd crawled out of the depths wanted, truly. Seemed more charismatic politician who could sway with smiles, than anyone ever meant for command. Tenoch had made up his mind though, was tired of seeing the bodies go down - be put down - by one or another. Fired on all, on any who got to close for comfort.
Steady hand though his voice trembled "Cydfae!!" felt Eso hot spot of protection at his back. Felt Nessa's weight drag on his arm as he hauled. Aimed with his left and fired at the first body his eyes landed on -- on the one who got far too close -- fired on Andronicus.
Watched with horror that chilled his blood beyond fear - as Cydfae went down and didn't get back up, as another (Oberon) popped up to try and grab for the thing that was theirs - that sung colder than space in his veins "Stop them!" at whatever cost - at whatever brought them home fastest.
Tenoch did not care for this place or its people anymore, not under any measure. Not their pets, their traffic, their wars or their *gifts*. It seemed as though every beautiful thing had to be fought for, and under the surface of it all lay some ugliness - some sacrifice that had to be made too great' to earn that moment of soft beauty.
A price paid too high for sunrises and skin that glowed with markings even in the dark..
tefla
Cadet Nessaela
Bronze Coffee
Eso
a-disgruntled-dragon
Knight Andronicus
Sweenys_Revenge
Commander Cydfae We salute you!!! -weeps-
The Space Cauldron
Following Lyndin — you planned this poorly, but please don't die!!
Lt. Diasporite HP: 22 Action: Lost and Lashing out - at a Lich. Damage: 11 Location: D4 -- > B6 AutoBonus: (For My Memories Sake +1d10(Dice) +3(Faction) +3(Rank)
Shuddered under ice and pain of hail, felt bruised, picked shard and chunk from the places where his coats and ruffles however plentiful had not spared him. Diasporite felt himself bleed, and in the chaos of it all, in his attempt to flee. Had lost sight of Adonis, of his team, had simply taken off on quick gilded jangle of spurred heels in a direction.
Suddenly found himself shunted from the frozen hell of icy rain into the literal hellfire or - actual ******** fire. Clash of aura and cry of war. Diasporite panicked. Shuddered slipshod in step - heard hum and horrible screech of yet another Generator going off behind him -- "Ohno...Rak...sir.." and his friends, his team, and the hard-fought moments they'd won.
"Adonis..." tilted around and -- would find him after. He hoped. Would find his way back. For the moment though? Enemies aplenty that filled every inch of every square -- and there was still a Generator to defend --- So Diasporite did. Saw a fiery Senshi (Taenite) land a punch, saw another bleed for it, the one who'd taken it, how they turned to attack their generator.
Didn't say much as he sprinted up and aimed a kick at the Lich looking thing -- icy cold Senshi that made Dia shiver just to see them in motion.
