Cadet Lysvi Action: Still crying. Not really listening to orders and won't fire at the members of Order. Wonders what Lyndin's waiting for. Damage: -- Location: D3 -> D2
It isn't safer in him.
Then why wasn't it reacting before?
It isn't safe anywhere.
Then why did they do this in such a public place, requiring the betrayal of people who had seemed to fully trust them, with machines that did things that apparently altered people forever? What made this so different? Why couldn't they adapt? Why couldn't they make space for everyone in their society, including their King who was apparently the would-be Sailor Velenia who couldn't be? Why was this happening?
They cannot help us now.
Then when?
Lysvi saw the other cadets, and it broke their heart to see the way that so many of them were forcing themselves forward. They saw the way Cydfae fell when one of the knights attempted to attack Lyndin, and then saw the way the knight fell to their knees. Hadn't intended that. And could they blame them for their anger? If Yddagen had his starseed stolen, Lysvi would have chased whoever had done it to the edges of the universe. Would have done the same for any of their fellow cadets, in theory; if it hadn't been for the fact that the Chaos Senshi had been overwhelmed, Lysvi would have chased them down.
But what was the point?
Neryn's words had the most resonance.
Sailor Velenia wasn't even going to be reborn quickly, not for certain, and Caedus had still been alive. Caedus was who they had now, who they had to adapt to now. The crystal may not even be salvageable to the state that Lyndin would have preferred. Two of their commanders were dead. Two of their cadets were dead. They betrayed those they came to as allies, so much that they were trying to get the starseed back from Lyndin.
Lyndin, who was being shocked by something so severe that Lysvi was certain none of them could touch him or try to save him. Lyndin, who they had no choice but to watch in terror as the pain took him over. Lyndin, who had done all of this for what? To get his friend's crystal out of his chest?
What was the point?
They leaned heavily on Yddagen, shut their eyes tight, and just waited for everything to be over.
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Neryn
Amasisx
Yddagen
Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2021 10:15 pm
Cadet Nessaela HP: 0 HP Action: being moved to safety via Cadets Itztenoch & Eso. Witnessing everything, but unable to react to anything. Can we say marionette with strings cut? Location: D3 to D2
Being in the state that she was - Nessaela had begun to use her other senses to figure out what was going on around her. Technically she still had access to every single one of them but not really being able to move on her own made it seem like something was denied to her. Instead of reflecting on just how badly she was hurt the cadet instead continued to shuffle along - trying to make herself less of a burden on Itztenoch. It had to be quite a shuffling act that her fellow cadet to be making: helping her to stand, taking out adversaries that meant the Commodore harm and it just seemed that Tenoch was perhaps one of those acting with extreme honor. He hadn't needed to come to her aid - and yet he did. It was probably going to take a while but somewhere in the back of her mind Nessaela made a solemn vow that she would repay this debt. She could have been left lying on this bloody field of battle to be found by either side and who knows what trouble she would have been in if that had happened.
The energy wave that blasted out from the main console surprised Nessaela. Although perhaps, in retrospect, she shouldn't have been. The forces of order were doing one heck of a job in destroying what it took weeks to set up and maintain. A small sigh of regret escaped her. More Velencian technology - wasted. What did surprise the cadet was that the wave of energy struck the Commodore and it made the leader of the Vanguard freeze in place, his features frozen as the energy contorted his face into a rictus of pain. Almost immediately could she feel herself tense as several members of order took advantage to try and go for the starseed that belonged to Caedus. She heard shouts - and felt Tenoch tense as he drew and fired his blaster.
Commander Cydfae's words coming through her ComTech startled Nessaela. She listened though. It was an order. If the cadets wanted to leave it was one they should follow. She never felt as more useless as she did right now. She couldn't even find the strength to walk unaided, let alone draw her dagger. As she glanced to the ground in shame - the unthinkable happened once more. Cydfae threw herself in between one that thought to attack the Commodore and paid for her actions. The shock of seeing the commander die froze her mind. It seemed as if she weren't the only one though. For a moment her brain shut down, unable to process what she had witnessed. Nessaela was Velencian - but that ... that had been pure murder ... on her own kind. A rage filled her veins. Even if Cydfae had threatened her earlier on - no one deserved a death like that. No one.
She just couldn't do a damn thing about it. Never in her entire life had she felt more helpless and useless.
Shiningamisgirl
Itztenoch
(( talked with Kyu - even though Nessaela was "out" that she could have enough determination just to proceed towards Lyndin, but nothing else ... so ... although roused to consciousness - all she'll be doing is "following" with assistance most likely from Itztenoch if she falters. ))
Character name, rank, and a link to their journalCorrupt Sailor Mirzam HP: 50 Action: Sticking together and preparing for whatever's next! Damage N/A Location: B2
Their target got away. The absolute brattery--he just fled. Mirzam ground her teeth together, but there was no purpose in following. If he didn't want to dance, that was just fine; she and Cleeia could certainly entertain themselves.
Besides, the generators were falling one by one. She wasn't entirely sure what the end goal had been, but it seemed that whatever the General-Sovereigns were planning, it was in its denouement.
"Well," she told Cleeia, "this should be interesting to watch."
To say the very least. What would the next step be, Mirzam wondered? Would they be expected to fall on the remains of Order and tear apart the corpses? Or would it be time to retreat and lick their wounds, bringing home the spoils they had obtained?
She was curious. And willing to wait. After all, they had plenty of time, with the General-Sovereigns and the Queen on the field, creating a perimeter that promised death or corruption to anyone fool enough to try and flee.
And there was the lovely tableau in the center--the strange alien and his little army, and the little drama playting out as the forces of Order struggled over the strange starseed. No need to go for it themselves. No need to interfere with this little play.
Much more interesting to simply observe, and be entertained, by the drama before them.
"Do you think they'll get that starseed?" Mirzam wondered idly. "Will it even work? I don't think that's what they're supposed to look like." Very briefly, she pulled out her own to compare--no, not nearly the same at all--and then she placed it back into her chest as if it was an everyday occurrence to pull out your own soul, take a look, and return it to its proper place.
At least there were no youma around to get inappropriately interested in it.
Character name, rank, and a link to their journalCorrupt Sailor Cleeia HP: 50 Action: With Mirzam! Damage N/A Location: B2
Cleeia started to surge after the target, but Mirzam's refusal to follow made him pause. If she didn't want to run, Cleeia--even empowered as he felt--wasn't eager to go charging into danger alone. That wasn't his style; he was more cautious and reflective than that.
Usually. The buzz of power in the air was making him want to misbehave. Keep fighting. Keep going.
But he took a breath, stopping, and moved next to his sister. No need to be stupid or overeager; he could wait. He could be patient.
With the destruction of the generators, the boiling power that rushed through him seemed to drain out, but Cleeia couldn't help but still feel wild and glorious and powerful.
This. This was Chaos. This was what he was made for. This was the power he had been given, and the power he had been too afraid to use.
Cleeia understood, now. He hadn't, before. Hadn't recognized what a gift powering up was. He'd wanted to hide, wanted to protect himself, had only seen the danger and the death and the darkness. Hadn't let himself see that there could be so much more at his fingertips.
So yes. His and Mirzam's quarry got away. Yes, the generators were blown. Yes, there was a melodrama playing out before them between Order and the aliens, and it was all very tragic.
But oh. The power that sung through his veins. That was what Cleeia wanted to focus on. Still, there were concerns to attend to. He would have to power up more often, and see if he could chase that high again.
Mirzam's question made him hum.
"Does it matter?" He asked, looking at the tableau. "They'll all be dead soon anyway. Dead or corrupted."
The aliens did add an interesting bit of fun to the whole equation, though. What would happen to them after all this was over? The generators had been their work, the ones they'd harnessed--did that make them allies? Or dupes? Something else?
"I suppose things just got more interesting," he observed, idly.
Arsenolite snorted at the joke Aquamarine made, but he had bigger problems.
"Meow meow," he snapped mockingly at Tanais as he swung his slingshot at her, aiming for her temple.
Ashanite had said he was doing a good job, and like hell was he gonna give that up. He was a proud person, and when someone he looked up to said such nice things, he tried even harder to keep proving himself. He didn't want to turn around disappoint Ashanite.
"Coward," he snarled after Marialite after she sliced him and ran. But he didn't have time to deal with her, as much as he wanted to chase after her. Make her pay.
Because there were others in this area where the generator blew, and he had to keep trying to save Lysithea somehow.
He turned and watched Ilse attack Michel. No. With a snarl, he lunged forward, thrusting his hand at Ilse and screamed, "Quill Flash!"
Only one use of that left, he thought to himself a bit errantly, he had to be careful.
But the starseed hadn't been causing these kinds of reactions before it was pulled out of Caedus' chest. It wasn't pulsing in that way, hurting Lyndin in that way. It simply existed, inside Caedus, as it apparently had for a thousand years or more. Or less. Who knew when Caedus' starseed became what it was.
Why was now the time it became too dangerous to be safe anywhere? Why now, why here? Why not before? Why not later? Why in a way that involved betraying their apparent allies? Why in a way that caused their fellow cadets to die? Why in a way that had caused a commander to die?
He watched as the shock pulsed through the ground and hit Lyndin. His face paled yet further in his alarm. How would this save Velencya? If Lyndin died here, how would that save Velencya? Awkwardly, he lifted an arm, where it hovered there for a moment before he wrapped it around Lysvi's shoulders, drawing them in a bit closer.
But for all his misgivings, he still had to put his leadership first. He was not sure it was the correct choice, but Yddagen was starting to become more sure that returning with Lyndin was the only real choice he had. Watching the humans scramble and scrabble over a starseed that seemed to be degrading before their eyes was not warming him to them, for all he wanted to help.
Seiana_ZI
Lysvi
Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2021 11:35 pm
Promethei, Page of Mercury HP: 50 Action: Having a very strange, resonant moment Damage: -- Location: E5 -> D6
The generators were falling all around them, and the pressure on Promethei's body felt like it was beginning to ease up in just the slightest. The symbols on his jacket flipped back to their proper positions. The white on his bodice became a bit brighter. Some of his anger started to pull back; not hitting on him as strongly, not demanding he go bash in the heads of --
Hm.
He moved through the crowd, attempting to find where his husband went, biting down on his lip hard when he felt a spike of anger run through him when he realized he wasn't easily finding him. Saw him run off after one of the machines--
He found himself pulled into an area with many sources of Chaos, many sources of Chaos that did not feel as innately wrong to him as they should have. He bit his lip, glancing around to see if he could spot the reddish hair among the sea of people who were definitely, for the most part, taller than his husband, and felt the anger begin to rise again when he didn't spot him right away--
And then it flatlined as his eyes caught blond curly hair and green eyes.
His own blue eyes widened.
Why did he seem so oddly ... familiar?
It wasn't in any way he could place, not really; there wasn't any way he knew anyone of the Negaverse, right? Well, perhaps, not beyond those people he met in the cafe, in the park, but that wouldn't come with this--
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Ransomite
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Seiana_ZI
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2021 11:37 pm
Tikal, Page of Ganymede HP: 10/50 Action: Retrieving Agrippa of Ganymede! Damage: -- Location: E2 -> F2 -> E2
Instinctively, Tikal's eyes moved slightly in the direction of Valhalla's movements. She saw something out of her periphery which brought a particular kind of palor to her face.
She swallowed.
She respected what Valhalla was trying to do, and turned her attention back to the husband of her princess.
"Sure," Tikal could try and get people to regroup. There were enough of the people who had been surrounding Ganymede that had headed in the direction that she had come from that she was fairly sure she could pick out. She turned back to where she had come from with the burning remnants of the generator, looking for the first familiar uniform she saw--
And, in the end, it was easier for her to pick out the one that matched her symbol.
The woman it belonged to was down, so Tikal sucked in a breath, lifted her up, and returned back to Valhalla and Ganymede with her.
Richtersveld, Squire of Pluto HP: 45 - 15 = 30/75 Action: Not appreciating this :c Rigel sit down :c Damage: 1 + 5 (rank bonus) + 5 (magic) = 11 Location: B5
Richtersveld couldn't help the way she smiled as her apparent new magic worked over the corrupted senshi, letting him stand there and ponder what he was doing while she waited for him to re-emerge from it. She hadn't intended to give him a nice view of how knights gained power, but Richtersveld took his unfortunate delight in stride--
Well, until he thanked her for her idea.
And then attacked her anyway.
Richtersveld found herself once again sunk into the depths, strange tendrils and tentacles reaching out to drag her underneath the surface. To some degree, this time, she was expecting it, and she didn't react with the same innate fear and gloom that she had the first time it happened. Instead, she steeled herself, swallowed, and attempted to push down, hard, on the tendrils that came up her middle, against the monsters she could see wandering below, against the way she felt teeth scrape against feet that were now covered by boots, against the way she swore she saw an eye blinking back at her--
It retreated, and she swung her weapon again.
This time, as she did, she spoke.
"I see tendrils, a blackness below, monsters that are attempting to feed for me, to grab for me, to eat me. I assume you have some sort of necromantic or illusory power of the darker sort." Richtersveld smiled gently. "That's quite unfun. I suggest you go do whatever you were thinking about and stop attacking me, mm? Wouldn't want to make enemies out of potential allies."
She had no interest in those of Order ever becoming part of Chaos, but she saw the way the uniforms blinked, the way people's rage pulsed. Perhaps it would get him to leave her alone.
-- Did she see something fly through the sky after the generator exploded?
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While Richtersveld channels her magic, the person she is targeting gets an overwhelming feeling that they should be patient, perhaps, for example, waiting to proceed with whatever action they were going to do or taking some time to think. There is no need to obey this feeling and the target could choose to proceed anyway despite the debuff if they have a strong enough will to fight the feeling off. Richtersveld can channel this magic for up to 30 seconds.
His thoughts were an incomprehensible spiral as he stared at the results of his actions, as he looked to the senshi that screamed about it and railed against it after her fall. He couldn't look anymore, gaze turning elsewhere in an attempt to rebalance himself and follow orders.
Their generator shot off its energy into the sky.
Couldn't even do that.
'And lead us not into temptation.'
His eyes wandered further, finding the eyes of a page that were staring right back at him.
A page.
Brown hair, stubble endless, blue eyes, a build that was stocky and broad... Ransomite tried not to look too closely, to draw attention to himself. He was pretty sure he didn't know any Mercurian pages--at least not like that. He had often avoided the other powered individuals these days when he felt them on his patrols. he didn't want a fight if he didn't have to have one, and he endeavoured not to have a fight.
But why was he so familiar?
'But deliver us from Evil.'
Seiana_ZI
Promethei
Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2021 12:12 am
Super Sailor Phaethon of Happiness HP: 75 - 15 (Prehnite) - 15 (Wolframite) + 10 (himself) = 55/75 Action: doesn't like any of this, is taking Nembus' advice and sitting down Damage: 1d10 + 5 = n/a Location: C2
Nembus' voice sounded so warm when she spoke with the guardian cat that had just given her wings, and it was a warmth that simultaneously comforted him as deep red washed over his uniform and alarmed him as that became a bit paler. She would be safe. The cat would keep them safe. Her safe. Neither of them safe. Nembus was Eternal. Powerful. Deeper into Chaos than he was worried he could ever reach.
His heart was in his throat.
His thoughts jumped off the rails when he felt Soyala's body rumble against his ankles, swirling between them as she gave her warm welcome. He jumped further when he saw the way Nembus pet the cat, the way she thanked her for the thing that had made her into that. His heart pattered a bit when he thought about joining them, about taking Soyala at her word that he would be so lovely. The laughter slipped out of his lips again.
He did not like the sound of that laugh.
That nickname that he didn't expect to hear here of any place had hit his ears again. Peacock. Soyala had asked for his name. Why not give her his name? Why call him Peacock, even now? But she told him to sit down.
Cautious, careful to not interrupt the cat, he took Nembus' advice.
He sat down.
He laughed again.
"It feels better here." It did not. "Thank you, Soyala."
He looked up to Nembus once more with a flash of gratefulness that morphed just as quickly into dread.
When he suddenly found himself encased in a pink bubble, unable to move or attack from within it. Cypher became more than just a little agitated, nearly losing what little remaining composure he had and yelled back at the senshi with rainbow pastel hair.
It didn’t register in his mind that it was a shield to protect them, instead of thinking that she was trying to keep him, and several of the cadets, from following Lyndin. Contrary to the opinion of several of his comrades, Cypher wanted to leave this place. Surely once things were settled he would mourn the loss of those he had traveled here with. But now wasn’t really the time for such emotions.
Free to move again, he followed after the commodore, blaster in hand ready to attack the next person who tried to attack them. As much as he wanted to assist their own leader, he dared not reach for Caedus’ starseed knowing that if Lyndin had trouble holding on to it, then it was impossible for any other Velecian to carry the burden with him.
Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2021 12:55 am
Character name, rank, and a link to their journalGuardian Illyria HP: 20/50 Action: protecc mode still engaged. cuteness overload? Damage -- Location: Still in F6
As Ida got herself moving closer to the remnants of the destroyed generator Illyria kept her head on a constant swivel. For as much as she hoped that they'd be left alone - there were still battles being fought nearby. It was on one such glance around that Illyria caught the destruction of first one generator and then apparently the last one to fall. Although she couldn't say for certain if that were all of them. She calmly paced Ida's slow retreat and kept herself ready for anything that could jump out at them.
She earnestly hoped that they'd be forgotten about. One eternal senshi and one tiny little guardian cat. Weakened as they were Illyria knew that she'd fight like a lion if anyone had any fishy ideas.
Ida's hopeful comment of getting out of this was echoed silently by the feline and she gave the struggling senshi a gentle head butt filled with affection. She wasn't sure what would happen now that all the generators were destroyed but she could feel one thing was certain. The feeling of wrongness that crept over her entire body seemed to have started to ebb. At Ida's last words to stay close Illyria chirped up softly, "I won't go anywhere without you."
Corrupt Sailor Hatsya HP: 50/50 Action: Watching over Hylonome per Prehnite’s orders Damage: Location: B2
Before Prehnite disappeared into another fray, he flashed her a smile with an added wave that was no doubt his way of saying maybe next time. “Cheeky b*****d.” Hatsya huffed, rolled her eyes then crossed her arms in front of her.
At least he didn’t order her to follow after and instead allowed her to stay where she was most comfortable, near a Sovereign and surrounded by other Agents and Corrupts; not that she expected any to come to her aid if someone suddenly attacked her or her charge. Fortunately, their presence alone was a deterrent towards any White Moon Senshi or their Knights.
That was until she bore witness to the sky splitting above them, a large crack from which chunks of jagged hail poured down upon the open field. Hatsya felt her blood run cold, stomach-churning aggressively as a bead of sweat formed upon her brow. Watching him in wide-eyed horror, her mind snapped back to the memory of being at the epicenter of it all. Teleported by Benitoite because her magic should have been enough to stop the onslaught but ultimately failed.
Old scars flared with an aching pain Prehnite…, her mind desperately wanted to call out to him, beg him to come back if only to hide her face between his shoulder blades and pretend she was anywhere but here despite knowing that the prince’s shards could not reach her where she stood. But her voice was silenced by the fear of him and when she took a step back, Hatsya’s heel caught the Corrupt (Hylonome) she was tasked to protect; falling unceremoniously to the ground beside her.
That was when she realized that the young woman had woken up. Eyes the color of the setting sun fell upon those that bore a similar color to the tropical seas. Hatsya’s expression shifted from terror to apologetic yet still no words fell from her lips.
Shiningamisgirl
tefla
iStoleYurVamps
Small nod to previous bad decisions. I hope this is ok.
