Transcended Eternal Scylla HP: 49 (100 - 24 (Blast) - 22 (Wolf) - 15 (Prehnite) +10 (Hypatia) ) * Note: (Article of Resilience -1 damage) Action: Going to D2. Rolling up on a starseed. Damage 1d10 + 7 + 1 (Article of Strength) + 2(2x) / 3 (2x) 8+7+1+4+5(bracelet) = 25 damage to the center console [ damage]
Used: Eternal, Bait Alt Super magic, Metallic Bracelet, 1 Basic
Location: D2
Scylla let go of Caedus' hair. Looked at the battlefield, inhaling shakily. The Chaos was lessening, and... and Lyndin was moving away. Lyndin was running, he was leaving, with her best friend's starseed.
Maybe it was damaged, maybe it needed to be reborn, but this- this was Caedus' decision. Not Lyndin's. Not the aliens'.
Caedus wanted to help Velencya. Wanted to help Velenia. Wanted to help Earth. This? He deserved better than this.
And so she dropped everything, rushing after the Commodore, joining the others in attempting to grab the starseed, biting back a cry of pain as the starseed's volatility struck out at all and sundry.
"Caedus will do the right thing," she barely kept from sobbing at Lyndin, her small hands making a careful grab for the starseed, "Trust him. He's not a BOY anymore. He told me. He is going to show me Velencya, and wants to make Velenia better. He wants to work for it. Give him a chance, Commodore. He wants to do the right thing. He will do the right thing."
Even if she lost him, even if he died- she would accept it, or try.
If it was his choice.
Even if it hurt.
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Scylla's passive is active
Those within the range of Scylla's aura become quite aware of who they are near. The air around her seems to grow cold and oppressive; and when she moves the creaking of ships can be heard, and the sounds of wood splintering and metal bending, water splashing, men crying out in terror. From the corner of their eyes they may think they see something moving in the darkness, but there is nothing there. Familiar friends may (somehow) find her aura soothing, catching a glimpse of light to reassure them. Enemies may find her aura less so.
At first, it crackled. It sparked. The light dimmed.
The light flared.
The generator shot a great bright laser into the sky and then exploded, sending shrapnel, debris, and a pulse of sickening energy washing across the area.
Eternal Sailor Kamacite and General Faustite lose 100 HP and no longer have any special bonuses from the generator. They are free to move around the field--or take their revenge.
The Generators have all been destroyed. ALL Negaverse characters lose their +5 bonus from this point on.
CW: Gore in post. Your character does not have to witness this. They could have been standing on the other side of the generator or facing away when the contents of this post happened. If you want your character traumatized:
If they're right next to the generator, they can be sprayed with a fine black mist. If they're further away from the generator and still in B6, they can watch or be struck by the 'debris'. If they are in one of the immediately adjacent squares (B5, C6, C5), some of the 'debris' may land at their feet. There are more options than just this, so feel free to play with it in a way that best suits your stories!
Had time for a breath then he was airborne, blast-stripped hearing a pitched whine while his mind fought to catch up with the rest of him. He hit the ground with no thud, rolled, laid at rest beneath a tree.
Stared up at the night sky, at how terrible it looked with the stars grinning down at him. Heard nothing of their laughter beyond the ringing. He swallowed once, twice, felt his gut churn and wrench violently. Still couldn't breathe, so he swallowed again. Wondered if he was deaf now, if he would miss Albite running his mouth full of nonsense.
Another swallow and his lungs remembered how to inflate. Gained a breath, and sound finally filtered in from a thousand miles away. A distant din of battle — words spoken without meaning attached to them. The generator —
The generator —
Faustite struggled to roll over onto his stomach. Winced for how his head protested terribly, and he reached with his hands to cup over his ears. Soon it abated, and when he drew his hand back, he saw the black shine of blood under moonlight. He set his aching jaw; there wasn't time for medical care when they had to salvage what was left of the generator. And Kamacite, and Lysithea, his team — what of the rest? They had to be alright —
Faustite gathered his arms beneath his chest and pushed himself upright, but fell to the right. Landed in a reddened burst of pain, senses shocked white for a fleeting moment that he might faint. Managed only a shuddered gasp for it, but he now had a better view of the battlefield. Could see the generator, blown and smoking like the rest, and felt his hopes plummet with it. Kamacite was alive and upright, Taenite was alive, but Albite had fallen, and Lysithea hadn't woken, and —
Oh, came a distant thought.
A dozen feet away laid an arm with no shoulder. No body attached to it. Some of its fingers were curled in, metatarsals strained so tightly that they stood out from the black skin. Some of its fingers were missing.
Stared at the sky again for the impulse that came over him. Heart beat its hummingbird wings against the battered bone cage of his ribs and he warned himself, he told himself, wrote a ******** mantra into his rattled skull for it, told himself to promise, told himself he had to obey, he had to refrain from looking at it. It was a simple rule: don't look at the wound.
Breath held, he didn't. He gauged the field of their loss and found worse in its carnage. Found a pair of legs, still connected, with a twisted wreck of metal and part of a spine. Fire coursed freely out of the top, arced in a line over the grass. Flame eyes followed that coiling, coursing fire. Followed the trajectory that he must have made in the air. Followed it like an arsonist's gasoline line leading to the accident. Got so close to looking down — Faustite shut his eyes again.
Don't look at it.
Labored for breath as he instead looked at those nearest the generator. Some were sprayed with a fine spatter of ********>, he realized. Can't take anyone with me —
He heard her voice, however distant: And you were supposed to be the smart one.
"Taenite!!" he shouted, and pulled a couple shaken breaths into his rattled body. Snorted back the black blood that streamed from his nose. Breaths came staccato fast, ineffectual. He knew, he knew, he could list the symptoms textbook well for how Schörl hammered them into him. He knew — "Help —" swallowed back bile, "help me up — need energy. Just —" another swallow, ravenous breaths, "throw me at them. Let me — take another one out. Hurry. That — that purple one…"
Enyo HP: 50 Action: Moving to B6 and attacking Sailor Eivissa! Damage 2 smile Location: B6
With the generator gone, (and lacking in any actual fishhy bit inside), Enyo felt foolish, offended, and overall? Pissed. Whatever magic had effected her had caused her to do something so... so.. pathetic!
Hissing as the thing flared and went down, she followed the swarm as it were, looking for a way to perhaps stop the damn order brats from taking out what remained.
"You!" She jumped and bit at the white and blue senshi, (which, for whatever reason angered her more than usual), "You're not going to get to smack around our agents little missy!" Her teeth may have been tiny, but she was still a cat, and they still hurt.
Bronze Coffee
Captain Vladimirite HP: 75 Action: Moving to B6 and attacking Abzu, Page of Neptune! Damage10 + 4 + 5 =19 oof Location: B6 As he shook off the magic, tsking at how easily he fell for the ruse, the captain flicked his sword, agitated at the fact he'd done a disservice to himself. No doubt he'd catch flack for it later- the only recompense he could offer now was perhaps, if he brought in a corrupted- or took someone out.
Just so, one blue clad page was nearby and- "Hope you don't mind." He said, attempting to stab them. "Nothing personal you see, but I can't have you ruining our plans."
Seiana_ZI
Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2021 8:49 pm
Page Voyager HP: 50/50 Action: Pushed to D2 and accidentally reaching for the starseed as he tries not to fall over Damagegrab roll (cause I'm too lazy to roll again) Location: D2
It had seemed that the middle generator was starting to be ignored a bit more in favor of attacking Lyndin as he made his way back. Voyager wasn't sure if attacking him was the right thing to do, but if he had some sort of alliance with the Negaverse Queen, it certainly wouldn't be good if they decided to hold that alliance when they came back.
Unfortunately while he was thinking of what he was going to do, pounding at the generator with his fists didn't seem to be accomplishing much, he got lost in the crowd that was headed toward Lyndin. He wasn't sure what was going on, but had no intention of attacking the large alien. At least not at this point. Even if the battle had gone quite awful for Order with all of the Negaverse waves coming down.
As he tried to push back against the crowd he found himself falling over and reached for something, anything so that he wouldn't be totally thrown to the ground and trampled on.
He just hoped that if he did hit the ground, he would have enough wind in him to at least roll away!
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: Capt. Idrialite HP: 75 Action: Shielding the lady love! Damage: N/A Location: B6
The generator blew.
Idrialite reacted, rapidly.
He grabbed Eva, swung her around, and put his body between her and the exploding generator.
He felt shrapnel sink into his back. Couldn't count the pieces. Didn't lose feeling anywhere or crumple, so he was fairly certain it hadn't hit anywhere vital--but it hurt. Hissed in pain, but kept himself between her and it.
The General and Eternal would be far too distracted with that, he was sure, to notice one lone Captain protecting a Page.
Even as he had to square his stance and lean on Eva to keep upright.
Kaefaux
sorry for the double post but darling, i had to,
Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2021 9:01 pm
General Arsenopyrite HP: 100/100 (I think, it's been 2-3 turns since I last posted him and don't remember him getting attacked) Action: Helping Beni, Cuprite, and Noctua Damage N/A Location: B2
He looked out at what was happening on the field. While he appreciate the boost, he didn't like where this was going. Forced corruption never led to anything but those would would eventually go back to Order. They needed a real reason to stay in the Negaverse, as he had found his. But to do so with no purpose?
He doubted that even half of these corruptions would be permanent. But he would say nothing about them. They were in the middle of a battle, but it appeared to be time to go, or at least close to it. It appeared that the main point of all of this was to add Agents and that was what had happened. He didn't care about the aliens. If they truly cared about their planet, they would have never made a deal with the Negaverse.
He ran over to Benitoite, Noctua, and Cuprite, taking a quick look at Beni. He looked at the other two quickly. "I may not be a full-fledged doctor at this point, but I do have medical training and am in medical school. I'll help as much as I can." He said, taking in the other's injuries. "It would be best if we got him out of here."
Squire Imbrium of Castor HP: 27 ( 75 - 5 - 15 - 15 - 18 + 15 - 10 ) Action: Still holding on for a hero Damage 1d10 + 5 (rank) +2 (faction) (shield magic, no roll; -5 to one ally, 1 use left) [ ] Location: D2
Imbrium, still attached to Lyndin, was stabbed. Still struggling with the starseed, she yelled, "CAN YOU MAYBE NOT?" and kicked back at the attacker.
Hopefully the lightning coursing through her body would damage the Negaverser. If not- well. Unfortunate, and she would try and figure out who it was, later. It stung, but she still clung tightly.
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: General Ashanite HP: 42 Action: Attacking Tanais! Damage: 10 + 7 = 17 DMG Location: F2
Arsenolite came to back him up, and so did a beautiful new Corrupt, whose fires made his eyes go wide. Chaos, clearly, was working--the power that infused the battlefield was shutting down more and more of the little lights in the area. Turning them into soldiers for the Negaverse.
"Excellent work!" He told the new Corrupt, grinning at her broadly. "You too, Arsenolite!"
He gave the Sensih a brief nod. "Stick with me," he told her. He would take responsibility for this one, the way Aqua had for the new officer he'd sent after Cybele.
Speaking of Aqua, Ashanite sighed heavily, as he shifted his weapon to swing again.
"You call faction instead of rank once," he said, but there was good humor in his voice, as he moved to attack again. It didn't matter if Aqua had a laugh at his expense; they were winning.
The last generator went down, but Ashanite was determined. Order was still trapped in their box. Those that wouldn't be converted would die--especially if--
Ah, yes. He did recognize her now.
"I remember you," he said, and he laughed, as he swung his blade. "You were one of the idiots who walked out of the Special Operations meeting with Hessonite. How terrible to see you reduced even further."
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: Corrupt Sailor Ilse HP: 36 Action: Attacking Michel! Damage 5 + 3 + 2 [last magic use!] = 10 DMG Location: B2
Lysithea was beautiful.
Ilse sighed, contentedly, looking down at the transformed Eternal. Her hair was so lovely--she took a moment to wind her fingers through that lovely, lovely hair.
Lysithea was like her, now, trapped in the darkness, and they could be trapped together.
But she didn't have long to sigh over the lovely creature before her.
Michel hit her, and Ilse was knocked back and over, and she snarled, furiously, launching her magic at him.
"Unattainable Wish!" She yelled. "You can't have her, she's ours now!"
That, then, was when the generator blew, and Ilse yelped, ducking down to avoid the shrapnel that blew into the air.
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Ilse speaks the name of her attack, and blows a kiss to one target. The target is surrounded by a swirl of blue petals, and is struck by a yearning for something or someone they consider unattainable. It can be a dream, an object, a person, or anything else. This longing lasts for 30 seconds, but after it ends, the target may be struck with a lingering feeling of sadness or loss at player discretion. Ilse can use this attack three times per battle.
Transcendent Eternal Encke HP: 75/100 Action: Going for the starseed, despite his own indecision. Damage: -- Location: D3 -> D2
He had a chance to make a choice, and it was the wrong one.
What a resonant phrase. What a resonant phrase in context with what Encke had known. He had made the wrong one. And for that wrong choice, he had died.
Barren Pines had taken his life, repurposed him into something for their chaotic desires, and it was only through the force of a court that he even still walked the Earth. It was something he was dimly aware of as he watched Lyndin walk off, as he watched the energy from the main console flow through them and smash into Lyndin all at once, and as Pendour questioned her decisions to attack it, Encke audibly gasped. This wasn't what he wanted, either. Didn't want this at all.
Didn't want to make enemies of the Velencians. Earth had enough enemies already. Earth had enough enemies crawling on its surface already. The Negaverse was bad enough. If he went to help, if he went to take the starseed, if he went to do anything, it would no doubt result in them seeing him as someone who was threatening Lyndin. He didn't want to threaten Lyndin.
But Caedus deserved his choice.
And he deserved not to die from them.
But was this even something he could live from? He saw that starseed, that royal crystal, that terrible amalgamation that didn't look like it even desired to exist. It was keeping Caedus alive, but at what cost? If Encke could retrieve the starseed and put it back where it belonged, was he dooming an entire species? Or could he trust that if that the only option was what Lyndin proposed, that Caedus would do what he had to do? Or did he trust that the Velencians could adapt? Did he trust what Lyndin said to his own cadets? He heard the way Lyndin spoke.
It sounded as if he was waiting for something else to happen.
What was the plan? What was the point? Encke wished he could understand. He bounced, the anxiety rising as he watched Oberon, a Castor knight, Pendour, Scylla--
But Caedus deserved not to die from his choice as Encke had. He deserved to see the world. He deserved not to get his life back after a thousand years of hell and immediately be murdered by one of his trusted ******** walked over and winced, though found himself amusingly used to the electrical pain after his earlier days of being a senshi. He reached.
Knight Saqqara of Uranus HP: 100 Action: Is it raining? Damage 1d10 + 7 (rank) + [ 3 (faction) OR 5 (magic, 001002 003)] [ ] Location: B6
Saqqara was displeased with her punch, until a sweet voice piped up praising it. Straightening her shoulders the watery-haired Knight looked to see a pink-and-orange bubblegum woman (Connie) blabbering sweetly about how everyone was so pretty.
Oh no, she was so cute.
Saqqara didn't really remember it, with her brain currently one large scrabled egg, but the more things changed, the more they stayed the same. "No, you are right," she sighed, looking around, "So many pretty people. But so much violence. So much determination makes them even more beautiful."
And speaking of violence, behind her she could hear the sound of something exploding- and the sound of something... off. A pop in the noise that made the Uranus tackle the Bubblegum Page, using her whole body as a shield between the girl and whatever was happening at the generator. One hand also slapped out at the senshi (Varuna)
A mist. Darkness. A thump. And when Saqqara looked, she groaned, tucking the Page's head in towards her body. "Close your eyes, both of you." her voice was rough. "Trust me. I will get you out of here as soon as I can, but you do not want to see."
She remembered the half-youma. Faustite. What- what would happen to him? Would his Queen put him together as something darker, as one Queen had done once with Tanzanite?
She looked to Kamacite, eyes wide with horror, remembering how gentle and anxious he had seemed in the Rift, and wished she could go to him now, to make sure he, too, was not seeing this.
Character name, rank, and a link to their journalCaptain Marialite HP: 61 Action: Striking and then retreating away! Damage 10 + 5 + 4 = 19 DMG Location: B6 -> B5
"Miss you all the time!" Marialite giggled, as the quills burst out at her, sinking into her skin. This sensation was familiar, known, something she could ground herself in, when the battle came to her.
And the best part was? She could see black creeping over the pretty Senshi Monoceros had come over with. Which meant that they were winning. There were so many people falling to Chaos, so many taking the right path. She couldn't help but laugh, as she moved bakc in to take another strike.
"Look at that!" She gestured. "Look at your friend! She's made the right decision--how about you, Spikey?"
Oh, she wanted him on their side. She sort of wanted to deliver him, corrupted, to Caledonite and Galaxite, and see if they liked him as much as she did.
But she wouldn't get the chance.
The generator blew. She dodged back, narrowly avoiding a burst of shrapnel, and something gross and wet and almost-like-blood landed on her boots.
"Oh, ew," she hissed, unhappily. "Ugh. Not today, then," she said, and a very poisonous smile drew its way across her lips, "but I think I'd like to see the Negaverse bring you in. You'd look good with floor-length hair."
She giggled, and skipped back, turning to bolt. Give herself some space form him so she didn't do something stupid, like actually kill him, when she needed Monoceros around for her continued entertainment.
He was, quite simply, too fun to kill, and if her refusal got her in trouble, well. Marialite honestly expected that the Negaverse had much, much bigger problems to worry about than one Captain doing a little too much playing with her food.
Prince Castor of Hail HP: 43 Action: Using His Ice Armor and attempting to aid Lyndin's escape THERE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE A DICE rOLL HERE thats what i get for having my other tag open Damage None? Location: D2
There was her smile, and his heart sank. If her goal was not wholesale their demise- then what was it? Their corruption? Their slaughter? What purpose did she have, aiding them? What game did she play, what knowledge did she have that they did not?
Heavens help him, had they more time, had they simply not all been fool blinded by their own desires, maybe this really could have been avoided.
But as the generators fell, as things became more and more chaotic, Castor was looking to those who swarmed the commodore, attempting to take back Caedus's starseed. The man had professed to love his people, to have faith in them, in that they had survived, that their world would have endured- and he'd been right. But by that same hand, he'd also been used by them- and left to die. It was a fate undeserved.
He followed them, steeling himself for what he knew would seem a betrayal. But the life of one man, no matter how beloved and how deserving of a life free of pain and the shackles that bound him, was not worth the life, the very existence of a world or it's people.
Lyndin sought the cauldron.
And Castor's duty was to preserve the balance. It was to preserve the senshi, to preserve the hope that one day, they might be restored.
His duty was not to individuals- but to their cause, to them as a whole.
Caedus the man was not someone he could, would save at the expense of so many others. But Sailor Velenia, woken or not- was a senshi. Was one he had to fight for, one who deserved to be reborn and given another chance, to waken, to guide, to protect- and to keep their world and people alive.
"I'm sorry Scylla." He came up behind her, his hand reaching over her own. "But you know his life is not worth the deaths of so many others. You know he would not want us to die for him." His voice was gentle, the same voice she'd know well enough. He was tired, he was not wishing to do what he thought he had to. "He deserved better- and we need to ensure he has that, even if only in his next life."
He was not one to linger, not one to allow himself to dwell on his own uncertainty. He could not allow them to sacrifice themselves, to risk their lives for one man. One man, who was slated for an undeserving death no matter the outcome of this battle.
He'd suffer Scylla's rage, and those of the others. He did not expect them to understand- but the starseed needed to be reborn. "Please" He did not want to lose them, "Find our sister and get the others out of here. Please Scylla." He wanted, at the very least, to send them away, to see them survive, even if they'd hate him, resent him, and mourn a man who should have had a better fate than this. "Please."
He pushed past the woman he called his friend, the person who he shared custody of his sister with and someone he relied on- and he moved to block her and others from reaching the Starseed.
"Lyndin." He sucked in a breath.
"I wish we had more time." But there wasn't enough. They had to try to cheat their losing cause, to try and carry themselves forward even knowing what it would cost in the end. "You and your people are not mine." He did not reach for the starseed- "But Sailor Velenia is." Blue eyes looked to a man that had circumstances been different perhaps, could have been an ally in truth.
"Complete your mission. Go to the Cauldron. Call for Cosmos. Give Sailor Velenia another chance, a better chance." Castor steeled himself for what was to come. "But do not forget what it cost you, what it cost us. And should we fall, and be born again among your people..." He hoped that Lyndin would understand just what it meant, to be a senshi, to bare the burden of what they were.
"Do not shun us or hunt us like we are here on Earth. Let us have our hope, give us our chance. Do not let us die." His wings, black, the visage of corruption over him, yet his eyes the same bright blue they had been since he'd arrived. "Do not condemn us to our doom."
Ice crackled as is came over his body. "Go Lyndin. I will aid you as I can. But do not act upon impulse. Call for Cosmos to guide your way once you are off earth. Kurma may be able to help as well. Protect your people and their future."
He looked at those who aimed to stop the Commodore. "And I will do my best to aid mine, even if they will not understand, and even hate me for it."
The Space Cauldron
I hate the fact I wrote him with this MO but I also love the drama of it.
Infinities
cibarium
Ice Armor
- Secondary Ability: Ice Armor Castor can create a thin ice armor over his body, much like a beetle's carapace. However, this armor can only stand one substantial hit before that section breaks. If un attacked, it would remain until Castor powered down, or until he dismissed it.
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