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 Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2025 9:47 pm
"Captain" ChalcanthiteAction: having words then looking at the new area Towering over the blonde, he didn't much care for what they were saying. "I have no intention of dying or becoming a martyr. He would easily take risks and get hurt and I cannot have that. I will not lose him." Stepping forward as his voice grew colder, he didn't care what they said, Liam wasn't their fiancé. "So keep silent, I know where the line needs to be drawn." Unlike the Frenchman, he knew Liam trusted him and wouldn't poke around into things. It just wasn't how they were and he appreciated it as he kept some of his most recent activities from them. Communication was key yes but he wasn't going to needlessly tell them things that would bring them harm. Watching as the door opened, he was partially surprised by how small the room was. Seeing the spike, he knew he didn't want to touch it. Not if it was anything like that orb he had pulled from the wall. "You can bring whoever you want and I will help you just as I always have but remember if push comes to shove, I have bested you both times when it was one one-on-one." Stepping into the room, he moved closer to the pedestal but made no motion to touch the actual spike.
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2025 10:22 pm
General Benitoite
Action: Words for Chalcanthite...lots of words for him. Going for the spike cause always choosing weapons and violence.
"I'm not saying you do, I don't either, but you and I both know that death goes hand in hand with this war. I doubt the senshi, and knights, that I've killed intended to die and be some sacrifice or martyr and yet they still died." It was a simple fact, as simple as the sky being blue and grass being green, no one intended to die - they just did. It was how war went. "It's better he at least know, incase the worst happens. Whether you intent it or not it doesn't matter, all thigns considered." The others height, towering over him, didn't for one moment intimidate him. He'd taken on worse, faced down and seen bigger, it would take more to bother him - a lot more.
Already he'd turned away from the other in order to look around the room. The ceiling was interesting but his gaze went right for the spike. "Oh." Breathing out he could feel the power from it as he drew closer to it.
"Need I remind you that the second time I wasn't exactly in the right frame of mind? I can assure you I'm not the sort to act out as I did that night. That win, while well earned, was also in part due to my own state of being." Glancing over his shoulder at the other, one hand already reaching out for the spike, of course he was reaching for a weapon. Benitoite really did have a thing for weapons and violence. "I'm fairly certain I've killed more than you have, and I'm beyond certain I enjoy it far more than you. I'd paint the kingdom red with the blood of order if I could. But, as you said you'll have my back I will have yours as well. I won't turn on my own, unlike some." Looking towards the door...to what lay beyond it, a silent unspoken bit hanging in the air there.
"You're nearly family anyway - good enough for me. Once a certain someone marries into my family..." Trailing off as he smiled, turning back to the spike, grasping it he held it in his hands tightly. "You'll be family to everyone else as well." That meant Chalcanthite would have the smaller general at his side, or back, ready to kill for him without question. Family was family and he'd pile up bodies if he had to for his family.
"For your sake I hope you can keep those secrets. If your other half finds out...Well, I've got several exes for a reason." He wasn't older than the other, at least he didn't think he was, but he'd dated more and had more failed relationships. Secrets, whether it be your age or your nightly activities, it killed relationships all the same. Pulling the spike towards himself, so he could see it better, his gave fixated on the orb on top, one what lay inside of it. It was like staring into space, like he'd done once before, it was enough to keep his gaze on it. Unblinking and watching, taking it all in, the blond was sure this was new and never used and he wanted to put it to use...once he was done staring at it and wondering about the universe trapped within it.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2025 5:28 pm
General AquamarineAction: Muttering. Taking the spike. Aquamarine let the door shut behind them—the better to impede the approaching storm, though he didn’t expect it to save them for long. For the time being, at least, this small room seemed untouched. Aquamarine glanced around but saw little of interest…
Until his gaze caught on the rectangular pedestal, and the spike floating conspicuously above it.
“Convenient,” he muttered.
Aquamarine approached, his steps slow and cautious at first, until gut instinct or another one of those sixth senses called to him. Even then, he made sure to inspect what he could from the side of the pedestal, watching the spike slowly revolve.
“Not much of a spike seeing it like this, but it’s definitely one of those things from the murals,” he said. “Probably too late to replace the broken one. If we could even get to it. Don’t know what the ******** else to do with it except take it with us and try to replicate whatever the ******** these people did, but… I don’t see another way out, do you?”
He sure as hell wasn’t going back into the storm.
Aquamarine sighed heavily, mumbling to himself about stupid space and stupid Senshi and their stupid faulty spikes or whatever the ******** they were suppsoed to be, because he knew, he just knew this had to be their fault somehow. Space and all the s**t out there was their purview.
For lack of any other options, Aquamarine reached out to take the spike by the hilt.
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2025 12:29 am
“Dorothy” (Eternal Murikabushi of Hunger)Action: expressing an intent to clue the DMC in about Snakey McWorld-Eater. Reaching out for the stake, then assuming it must be for Kerberos and telling him to take it. “In fairness, though? I’m gonna do potentially more risky s**t when we get home,” Muri said, and then immediately: a. felt bad about it, and b. strongly reconsidered. As the door yielded to allow them into the next room, he made a series of throaty, dithering noises, as though he was debating himself in circles about something. “……Okay, no, I take that back. What I’m gonna do isn’t actually that risky. I mean, reaching out to Remarque has some inherent potential to be risky, considering he’s a royal senshi? But I don’t think he’s the type to misuse his power in general, and I’m reasonably certain that he’s not the type to drag someone off to Mirrorspace if they don’t want it.”
The Mirror senshi’s resident Prince had, after all, put up no real fuss about Murikabushi leaving the Court if he didn’t want to stay. The absence of any Mirror senshi for this whole adventure may not have stood out to anybody else. So many people among Order seemed shocked by the fact that Mirror senshi even existed (and the ones who knew about them often proved ignorant). On the other hand, so many among the Negaverse seemed to believe that Mirror senshi only existed to be walked all over when it was convenient for the Negaverse. But Mirror senshi were people of Earth, same as all the Negas and 75% of the Order senshi present here tonight (and even if Miss Angel Dust was from space originally, she was still a long-term resident of Earth).
Somebody had to let Remarque know that something was coming. Whatever he did with the information, whether or not anybody from the Court showed up when the world-eater did, they deserved to know in advance so they wouldn’t be caught off-guard. Muri would have to locate himself a Hybris and/or a Lete when he got back to Earth; one of them could use their compacts to help him get some face-time with Remarque, or at least pass the message along if the Prince was busy.
As Murikabushi moved further into the room before them, though, he felt……oddly calm about all of this? That, in turn, made his mind RERK!! in protest, insisting that he needed to be panicking because everything was wrong and if he didn’t panic, then BAD THINGS!!! WOULD HAPPEN. Yet, the darkness of the room remained calm in a way that Murikabushi knew he needed to get better at tolerating, and his nerves took some solace at the stillness. No matter how quickly things had started falling apart, back the way they’d come, and no matter how much Murikabushi himself felt that he couldn’t trust any kind of calm right now.
So, why did he find it so easy to trust the stake that revolved before him?
Murikabushi didn’t stop to question himself about that. He just reached out toward the stake—but he stopped just shy of picking it up.
“You…… That’s probably for you, Blossom,” Murikabushi told his friend with a small smile. It just made sense, in his mind, that the stake would be for Kerberos. After all, Kerberos had more experience than he did. Kerberos was stronger than he was. Kerberos was on a personal name basis with both halves of the straight-up Professor X/Magneto But Like Space Flavored whatever all was going on with the leaders of the Valencyans. It made perfect sense that anything special up here would be for Kerberos, and Murikabushi was lucky just to be here. “You wanna take it so we can go?”
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2025 1:33 am
Eternal Sailor Kerberos Action: Proving that the stake is not for him Kerberos nodded, seriously. "If you want backup for the meeting, I'll be glad to come, but I've met Remarque and I agree. He seems thoroughly reasonable, and the Dark Mirror deserves to know what's coming just as much as the rest of us."
So did the Vanguard, now that Kerberos thought about it. He'd try and figure that out, for certain.
Kerberos briefly glanced around the room, but the spike in the center seemed like the most important thing. And he moved towards it, but raised his eyebrows at Muri's assumption that it was for him.
Still, Kerberos reached for it--and his hand passed right through it, so he withdrew it and shook his head.
"Seems not, actually. But why don't you try? I doubt we got pulled all the way here just to get nothing for it."
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2025 5:53 am
FaustiteAction: Obtaining spike The door gave beneath their plight, admitting both of them, and Faustite immediately slammed the door behind them and leaned against it with his weight. He knew that nothing about a door or a body against it would hold back the lightning that percolated and snarled in the other room, but something about this simple, stupid act soothed him a margin. He felt he could catch his breath. He could take a minute to process where they were.
No lightning remained here, for one. Faustite could be glad for that. But otherwise, the room was about as dark and smooth and bare as both the others. What proved most obvious was the spike hovering above a thick pedestal, but Faustite forced himself to look beyond it. To take in the hexagonal imitation of what was on the floor in the first room, though if he stared at it long enough, he thought he could see that one of those points was just a margin brighter than the others. It was some kind of a map, then?
Faustite supposed that would make sense with one of the murals that showed the serpent locked in its cage of spikes. Maybe it meant they were in that particular spike on the mural, but that couldn't make sense in a literal way, could it? Not if the spikes were the size of the one above the pedestal.
Tabling that thought, Faustite signed to Heliodor. Looks all clear. Don't see a way to rendezvous with the others, though. He assumed they were forcibly jettisoned to another room like them, but if the thin, glowing connection between the hexagonal points meant each of the rooms were connected with each other, then Faustite didn't know how to access that connection. Hell, he didn't know how they would potentially leave, either; he only hoped it didn't involve the same way they were drawn into this mess. If so, he may have to beat Encke to death just to soothe himself.
With the beginnings of an idea, Faustite approached the pedestal and took the spike in hand. Seemed perfect, as if just made — and it nearly hummed in his hand with a potency that he wasn't expecting.
He returned to Helio, then, and held the spike out before him. With his free hand, he signed, Do you still feel that presence from earlier? Or are you able to glean anything from this?
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2025 1:31 pm
General King JetAction: Briefly inspecting the spike, then moving himself and Aqua under the corresponding spot on the ceiling to test if that was their exit. With the door shut behind them, likely only temporarily shielding them from the impending storm, Jet watched the door warily. There wasn’t much in this new room, but Aquamarine was already approaching the spike that seemed more like a lightning rod than anything else. At least if they were basing it off the murals they saw.
“There has to be another way out,” Jet decided when Aquamarine asked if he noticed any new path for them. “This seems too… purposeful for it to be a coincidence.”
They still weren’t entirely sure where they were, but if they were somewhere in space… He just hoped there was a way back.
He held his tongue against urging caution to Aquamarine when he reached out for the spike. Jet wasn’t sure if it would immediately attract lightning or what, but his hand still throbbed from handling the pure energy Chalcanthite tossed him to use.
But with Aquamarine holding the spike and no immediate harm befalling him, Jet approached to take a closer look. Not that he knew much about relics of that nature. If it was an instrument, sure. Maybe he could figure out a way to utilize it. But on its own…? He had no idea.
Since the ceiling in the main room had drawn his attention before, he couldn’t help but look up to see what else was around them, frowning thoughtfully.
“Our exit might be the same way we were forced out,” he suggested, stepping closer to Aquamarine to place an arm around his waist, combining the two pillars of light that surrounded them, and gently tugging him to where the corresponding point was to the main room.
If standing on the circles of light worked, then maybe standing under the circles with their pillars of light would take them back. To what? He wasn’t sure. But it would be better than being trapped in that room.
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2025 1:40 pm
Character Name: Corrupt Eternal Senshi, Heliodor
Action: Conversing with Faustite and trying to ease a colossal pounding in his head.
The door budged, then gave under them. Helio followed Faustite through, letting the other slam the stone behind them. He joined the other. Bracing himself against the stone door, the two were putting a lot of faith in the stone they had just practically dove through, but a quick glance around the room told him that, if that storm wanted through, being against the door was only going to hasten their demise. At first glance anyway, it didn’t seem there was any other way out, was disconcerting in and of itself.
Then again, Helio had his own issues he was still grappling with as the pressure of the dark presence continued on in his head. It seemed a stone wall and door wasn’t enough to block out whatever it was prodigy around in his mind. In fact, he swore it felt even closer? Like some looming threat just waiting to pounce. It kept him on high alert, muscles taunt, even as he breathed a sigh of relief of escaping an electrical death.
Faustite stirred next to him. Golden eyes followed the General King as he moved to investigate the room and the incredibly suspicious item in the room. Unfortunately, the attention of the corrupt was too focused inward to take too much stock of the rest of the room. He left that up to Faustite.
“If that lightning storm keeps up I don’t think we are going anywhere anyway.” He remarked, unknowingly voicing the concern that Faustite had come to. Where were they going to go? Were they perpetually stuck in here?
There was a growing sense of agitation. Perhaps it was even alarm, but he wasn’t exactly sure. Not to mention, it was difficult to determine it it was his own or not. Certainly the position they were in was distressing. They had no magic, no way to teleport, were stuck in a stone room with no clear out except the door at his back that led to a storm that no one was going to survive. Sure, he could have easily assumed it was his own growing distress. As Faustite moved closer though, it became incredibly apparent it wasn’t him.
Helio moved to grab the spike as it was offered to him and visibly flinched and pushed himself back against the door. His hands pressed into the cold stone as the pounding persisted. “Damn.” He cursed as he closed his eyes raising a hand to a temple to apply pressure in hopes of alleviating the pain. “Yes and yes. Well…not form the spike directly.” His fingers worked slow circles on his right temple but it brought little relief. “Whatever it is, is distressed now.” He lifted his gaze from the spike to Faustite. “I don’t think it’s happy at all about that. My poor head feels ready to explode with the damn pounding. But yea, I feel…” He paused for a moment to make sure he was sensing it all right. “Worried and alarmed and it’s not just because of our current predicament.”
Quote: I have approval to include the sensations Helio is feeling and the emotions he’s detecting from it with the spike in proximity
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2025 7:15 pm
Character: Super Sailor Solaris
Active: Grabbin' pills the spike
The light pulsing as it did under her palm made Solaris' brows furrow, catching on quickly it was in time with the pulse of her own heart. The fact the door didn't just immediately open also gave her a moment of concern, aware of the storm creeping closer to them and not exactly having another route to go. But a beat, another, another... and finally, it opened inward. Solaris dropped her hand, still bracing herself for something else to come at them... but it didn't.
So she stepped in, keeping close to Encke as the dark room beyond could still hid plenty of problems. Despite that fact, she felt her muscles lose some of their tension, felt that urgency ease up. More light began to break through the darkness, moving along with them, and Solaris eyed the blank, smooth walls curiously as she could make out more of the room. No more murals, though, and she was disappointed in that--she'd kind of hoped to get some info on who even made this place, and where it was...
"....not sure if I should be surprised by that, or not," she hummed, though, when blue eyes finally settled on the floating object in the center of the room. Given the position on the hexagon, the depictions of the spikes used to cage the serpent... it made sense one was here, and she was willing to guess this wasn't the only one. Cautiously, in case some lightning or something sparked up if she got too close, Solaris quietly padded her way towards the pedestal, circling it slightly to take in the sight of the rotating, floating, metal spike. The shape of it though, the design... it was strange to her. "Why's there a hilt and hand guard? It's not a sword." Though there was some media reference about stick them with the pointy end she didn't understand the full context about, but uh... that still would apply here.
Aware this might not be the... smartest choice of hers, Solaris reached carefully for the spike, hand seizing the hilt and pulling the thing out. No lightning cracked down on her, she wasn't killed--yet...--and she placed the other, slender, pointy end, in her other hand as she held it carefully. The light gleamed in the dark orb, and she could make out the soft twinkling of countless stars for a brief moment.
"...beautiful as it is..." The Solarian inhaled deeply, held it a beat, and exhaled in a long sigh as she gave Encke a wary look. "The obvious implications from just the central room isn't very cheery or endearing. At least we've got something to use against... whatever it is." Could they make more? Could these actually do what the murals depict?
...ah ********. Did this mean they needed to work with the Negaverse on this?
She groaned outright, wincing and making a pained face. "This is not the sort of enemy of my enemy situation I was ever hoping to have."
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2025 7:50 pm
“Dorothy” (Eternal Murikabushi of Hunger)Action: utter befuddlement, then reaching out to claim his stake. As he watched Kerberos reach for the stake, Murikabushi did his best to smother any feelings of jealousy with a pillow. That wasn’t any way to feel toward a friend, especially one who had worked as hard as Kerberos had, to get as far as Kerberos had gotten. Not that he would ever credit Mirrorspace with knowing ******** anything, and as close as it had come to just straight cribbing lines from Star Trek with him, it had been correct in accusing Murikabushi of wanting to be the hero because he knew, deep down, that he wasn’t. It only made sense that Kerberos was the one for whom the stake had been intended, and the onus fell on Murikabushi to be happy for his friend’s success.
But then Kerberos’s hand phased right through the stake.
For a moment, Murikabushi stared at the stake. He blinked at it. He nodded at Kerberos’s suggestion, but really, he had only halfway listened to it because his brain was still totally failing to process the fact that Kerberos hadn’t managed to pick the thing up. But??? Kerberos??? It had to be for him, didn’t it??? Like, obviously??? Because Kerberos was evidently the more heroic out of the two of them, thus ergo therefore?
Yet, Kerberos hadn’t been able to take the stake.
Without really thinking about what he was doing, Murikabushi moved his hand toward the stake. He reached out and curled his hand around the makeshift hilt.
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2025 8:44 pm
Energy hummed in the air, growing stronger and more stable as each stake was claimed. A tremendous roar rippled from outside, vibrating in the walls. The shadowy doors that had trapped them in the main room now protected them from the storm outside, but they were shredding quickly. Their protection was gone. Electricity crackled in the air, dense and suffocating. Familiar. The lightning had brought them here. The lightning returned them. Unlike the fierceness of the storm raging in the center room, there was something more direct, something more pointed about the prickle of energy that filled the room again. It felt unlike a violent strike, and more like a simple calling. They didn’t belong here. They weren’t supposed to be here. The strike was silent. Light enveloped each of them as it had before. The air around them seemed too taut, stretched too thin. It tore, like aged fabric. Pockets opened up again, a few at a time. It was too dark to see through them, too chaotic to decipher anything. One second they were in a tiny, ancient room. The next, they were back in Destiny City. An angry storm raged above them, but they were home. They were safe. For now. Quote: Congratulations, Faustite, Benitoite, Aquamarine, Murikabushi, and Solaris! You have been entrusted with one of five Mysterious Spikes. These spikes have an important role in an upcoming event. Your participation will be necessary but if you are unable to participate at the time of the event, staff will coordinate with you to work something out. More information will be available in the near future. The spikes cannot be wielded in battle; they can be studied but they cannot be disassembled. They cannot be stolen but owners may choose to let others borrow them for investigative purposes. Anyone who attempts to interact and doesn’t have permission will find that the spike seems incorporeal to their touch. The spikes can be stored in subspace without taking up any of the normal storage space. Upon arriving on Earth back, the characters in this RP will find a message on their Negaverse Tablet or Senshi Phone. The sender’s information is blank and data cannot be extracted from the message, but they will each find seven photos within the message: one of the floor–a hexagon with glowing sides and large circular points where each side meets. Five of the six are illuminated, one circle is dark. There are strange symbols within the hexagon that seem to be in another language but aside from being recognizable by sight they do not seem to be written in a language that can be translated. There is a picture of each of the five murals, though all images are completely still. The last picture is of the sixth wall and is notably stranger than the others; it looks like a blank wall but if you tilt the screen or look at it from another angle you can make out the pale lines of a great eye–always following you. These pictures can be shared and will appear the same regardless of where they are viewed. Characters who participated in this roleplay may feel the strange sensation of being watched, or having an uncomfortable pressure that manifests in aches and headaches for a few days after their return. There are no other noticeable effects from their time in space. This thread is closed for interaction and the location cannot be revisited; players can choose to do follow up with each other or others to disseminate information as desired. Several shop-wide prompts will be posted over the weekend, please keep your eyes open for these!
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