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 Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2021 12:37 pm
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: Cadet Caelyna
HP: 42
Action: Choosing to go with her Commodore!
Damage N/A
Location: D2
Caelyna was frozen. Bubble shields came up around her and the other Cadets, and then popped. There was a tableau of struggle in front of her, as Caedus's allies tried desperately to wrench his starseed from Lyndin's grasp. She shook, eyes watering with tears, and didn't move to interfere.
She remembered Caedus, and the caterpillar, and sandwiches and conversation share,d and she could not make herself stop the people that loved him from trying to save him, even though it wracked her with guilt. She should be stopping them. Should be helping. Should be making the cohice that would save their world--the one Velyria would have made.
But Caelyna wasn't Velyria, no matter how much she longed to be.
And so she was frozen.
But even with the Commodore on his knees, obviously nearly spent, he reached out. To protect them. To keep them safe.
And that, the warmth of his power, is what spurred Caelyna, finally, to action. She ran to Lyndin's side, and knelt next to him, fiddling with her Source Stone, hoping that she could grant him just a little energy. They weren't weorking before, but maybe now, with the generators gone--
She pressed it against his arm, gently, carefully.
"Commodore?" Her voice shook, slightly. "Can you hear me?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2021 1:17 pm
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal Hyperborea, Transcended Knight of the Cosmos HP: 54 - 14 (Lyndin damage) = 40 HP Action: Lecturing Lyndin Damage ? (1d10) + 7 (Third Rank Bonus) + 3 ( +5 Knight Magic Bonus 1st use, 2nd use, 3rd use, +3 Forgotten Spell Bonus 1st use, +3 Knight Weapon Attack) + 1 (Article of Strength: +1 to all damage dealt) = ? Location: D2 "Had we known the problem we could have tried something." She huffed. She was out of her offensive magic she could till all she had left in her was her aspect and Cerynitis, neither of which she thought would be very effective. She would have to rely on her physical strength which was thankfully considerable.
"How dare you! I was awoken by the Code, given the rank of Knight by the Code, and made Transcendent by the Code. Who are you to judge me deserving or not. You know nothing of the trials I or anyone else here has faced. You have no idea what Order is capable of." She hissed. They had stormed the Negaverse killed a General Queen, they had purified the Code, they had done countless incredible things and she was sure even if she didn't have the answer that they would be able to figure out a solution as a group, one that didn't envelope murder and forcing the the reincarnation cycle. She readied to strike but two Eternals had managed to retrieve the Starseed from his hand. That was enough for her.
"You lied to him." She spat. "If you really wanted to keep the Earth safe, then you shouldn't be working with people who would destroy it. They..." She said gesturing to where the monstrous auras of the General sovereigns and their Queen waited. "will ruin this planet and spread to annihilate the Galaxy just like they did a thousand years ago! They'd come for you're precious world too and I doubt even with Sailor Velenia could hold them off alone."
"We'll save Caedus and we'll find a way to awaken him." She said confident in the combined abilities of Order. It was perhaps a promise she shouldn't be making with her own limited power but she couldn't stop herself from feeling certain that they would succeed even with everything against them. "And when we do I hope you'll see there's always another option." With that she turned and hurried to cover the two Senshi with starseed she didn't know who if anyone would try to stop them but she would provide them all the strength she had left. "Get to Caedus, I'll cover you if someone tries to attack!" She told the pair.
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2021 1:32 pm
Knight Saqqara of UranusHP: 100 Action: Is it raining? Damage 1d10 + 7 (rank) + [ 3 (faction) OR 5 (magic, 001 002 003)] [ ]Location: B6 -> C5 -> B6 Distracted by agreeing with Bubblegum about how many attractibe people there were, Saqqara had missed Sylvite slashing Connie, as she introduced herself through tears, and the General got a positively baleful glower, and a small snarl from the former General. The waves of Chaos were receding, and with it the strange overlay of pieces of Titanite. The ache on her chest lessened, as the darkness slowed its beating against her scrubbed and aching starseed. "Hello Varuna, Palatine, Connie," she said, keeping an eye on the other General as she moved the three women with her- Varuna had grabbed on to a third woman and didn't seem interested in letting go- "I am Saqqara." She shuffled slowly and carefully, keeping an eye on all four women, making sure that if Sylvite came after them she would be ready to intervene- but she rather hoped the General would be distracted by caring for her own. Picking up the pieces, as it were. Once out of the blast radius, and the worst of it, (near the C5 border to D4) Saqqara released her hold and roughly said, "Okay. You can open your eyes." There was more Order here, but Saqqara had one more thing to do back where they had come from. "Stay safe. Do not come back that way. Any other direction. Just do not- try not to even look." She started to reach out, to ruffle hair, but could see the black- Paint. It is paint, it is paint, it is paint, it is paint. Instead, she turned and moved back towards the generator, looking for one other person. One other soul who did not need to see what had happened to Faustite. "Kamacite." She found him there, on his knees, and Saqqara moved over to the corrupt senshi, dropping to her knees next to him. His eyes seemed wide, and the knight moved carefully, cautiously. "Kamacite. Do you remember? It is Titanite." Saying her name of ten years seemed too familiar. Too normal. "Come." Her yellow-gold cloak was covered in splatter, but there was a clean but of the blue underneath, and the Uranus knight tire her gauzy uniform, using a bit of the clean cloth to try and brush at the (Super? Hadn't he been an Eternal?)'s face. "Come with me." she repeated, keeping her voice calm and gentle.
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2021 1:51 pm
Cadet Caerynn
Caerynn was dead, but the shattered shards of her starseed would absolutely go with Lyndin.
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2021 2:17 pm
Lt. Diasporite
HP: 15
Action: Laying down Cover - i n s h o k - blackonblackonblack
Damage:
Location: B6
AutoBonus: (For My Memories Sake +1d10(Dice) +3(Faction) +3(Rank)
Vision yanked from the Ice Litch, snapped to the side by a small yet powerful fist as it connected across his jaw, and he bled for it. Sneered at her and made to throw his snark right back - to lash out - and then there had been a sound.
An outpouring of power that snapped his attention from his enemy and to the fore of the Generator going 'up'.
The horrible noise that thrummed into a sickening humm and ---
'Kitty no!' as single thought. Sweet little furball that had rushed to his aid - that was nipping at heels and skirt-hems to save his stupid braided a**.
Diasporite moved before he could think. Threw himself at the pair - snatched kitten and ice maiden in one. Didn't care for faction when death surged on the horizon and over the field - snatched air from his lungs harder than any punch ever could have done.
The sickly image settled and seared into his minds eye -- of black on black and' ohgod it was still talking afterwards?!' - the thing blown across teh ground was still moving and...
A horror incomparable. Though his brain did try, summoned the concept of the androids from Aliens series - white ooze and 'david' - bisected - except there was nothing in the middle to spill. Just shrapnel and inky spray.
Hair a mess unraveled by the blast and cloth draped heavy in spray of backlash, bitten and holed by ichor-tipped shrapnel and melting ice shards. Splotches of red that intersected and marred the whole. Poorly made patchwork of an errant artist working with watercolors made of 'people'.
Regardless - Diasporite made to shield to the pair as best he could - grit his teeth and turned his gaze against the bile that fought to rise up and out of him. He didn't have time to add to the mess of the field with one of his own --- He had the sudden need to find the others. Find Adonis and get back to his Team. Was done throwing blows and putting people down. Whether they had won or lost their part in this all was done. The last of the great machines had gone up in hellfire. Diasporite now wanted only to go h o m e.
Kaefaux Sailor Lich got rescued by a peep!
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2021 2:21 pm
Cadet FangnylHP: 20 Action: going with Lyndin (and taking Aliez with him, since baby is passed out [with permission from Guine!]) Damage: n/a Location: D2 Fangnyl hesitated for only a moment. But someone needed to take Aliez home. He had to help rebuild their home, if it could be done. He didn't want to leave without saying goodbye. Without seeing another sunset and sunrise. Without petting another dog or cat or even fish. Without even getting scratched all to hell by a very angry raccoon. But it was decision time. It was over. He picked up Aliez in a bridal carry and carefully made his way across the desolate battlefield. The small little area held so much damage in it... He swallowed back his pain and fear. He had to be strong. Had to get Aliez home. Even if it killed him. "Leave us alone," he said quietly, but firmly, gazing at everyone around his Commodore, but mainly at the loudest one. "Please. We just want to go home." The Space Cauldron going home with space daddy Aurelius0815 he might be looking at all of them but he's looking particularly hard at Hype tbh Guine he loves you Aliez crying
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2021 2:23 pm
Super Sailor Monoceros, Senshi of PorcupinesHP: 21 Action: cracked bone on Faustite (trying not to puke) Damage: n/a Location: B6 Monoceros's ears were ringing after suffering that explosion. After watching so many people, their own and not, on the verge of death. He felt close, himself, but still had some kind of strength, so he took a deep breath. What could he do to help? Michel was trying to help Lysithea, nobody was paying them any mind... The youma (Faustite). He swallowed hard, hoping to keep his breakfast down as he looked over at the poor thing. What was left of it. No. He could help, couldn't he have? Without thinking, he reached into subspace and pulled out his Cracked Bone, walking forward on wobbly legs until he dropped to his knees next to what was left of the head. Taenite's bone didn't seem to be working fast enough—the small amounts of healing Monoceros could see were slowing or stopping altogether. "I really hope you can still breathe," he said to Faustite, "This should help. I really hope a second one works." Don't die, please. They may have taken Lysithea from the court, but Monoceros wouldn't give up on them. This machine had given him hope, of purification of everyone. They'd lost so many people. He wouldn't give up on them, any of Chaos. They all had the chance to make that choice (if they lived). He cracked the bone, watching the smoke as it escaped. He held his breath. Would Faustite be okay? If one wasn't enough, could two be? Strickenized forgive him for before yet, Faustite? ;-;
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2021 2:36 pm
Aeleas [Dagger] HP:50 HP Action: She's trying DamageLocation:B4 Aeleas had long since sunk to her knees, unable to move, unable to think, unable to react at all. She had become rather comatose, but when she felt the pull of Lyndin, she swallowed and shakily got back up to her feet.
“Starlight...I...Sorry...I have to go home now…”
Her voice was breathy, and her slit pupils were dilated enough to make them almost look round.
The cadet took a step towards Lyndin, holding back a whimper. This had all gone so terribly, terribly wrong...and she felt so guilty…
The kind senshi had lost so many of their own...there had been so much bloodshed...her King and her Commodore had both been hurt...everything had just gone wrong.
“I thought...I thought things would go differently...I hope that you believe me when I say I didn’t…” She swallowed, hoping that her voice would get stronger, that she would again be worthy of the status of a Vanguard Cadet, but her knees felt like jelly, and she very nearly collapsed to the ground again.
“I didn’t want all of this…”
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2021 2:37 pm
Normal Average Human Albite - Super Corrupt of Retribution HP: Negative Infinity- KO'ed Action: " Albite just Albit the dust" He doesn't remember buying front row tickets to a screening of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Damage: Location: B6 BonusAtkCalc: (For My Sanity - 1d10 +5(Rank) +2(Final Use! No more after) +5(One final special b***h generator bonus). Albite felt c l a w s - snarled and turned to swing - felt everything swim. The ground came up and he went down. The grass was - grass - for sure, and he could feel it now. How that distracted him briefly above all else, over everything else - grass just being grass and his flesh just being flesh and everything being smaller than it was. Nice numb little cocoon that spread as spots filled his fading vision and - - Kamacite and that was a t h o u g h t. Kama had gotten away at least - flight of swirling orange that skipped off to aid a blaze of flaming orange - frantic movements that then became a sea of of black misted bits as - - - a s - - - - - a s 'Oh Faustite....'Albite felt the slightest bit a coward for turning his gaze at the apex of the surge from the machine - for blinking against the blast that sent shockwave and shrapnel out. Hoped he'd be forgiven if he pretended, just for a moment that it was all just very painful rain and harsh evil wind.... He found himself missing the rift something fierce. Let the dark dream of that swallow him whole - because <********> he was t i r e d and down and done. All the want in the world a waste for how his willpower alone wasn't getting him back up, so he just - stayed down.Strickenized You doin alright there black hole sun?
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2021 2:44 pm
Squire Imbrium of CastorHP: 12 ( 75 - 5 - 15 - 15 - 18 + 15 - 10 - 15) Action: OOF Damage 1d10 + 5 (rank) +2 (faction) (shield magic, no roll; -5 to one ally, 1 use left) [ ]Location: D2 -> D4 The backlash of the energy made Imbrium's hands curl and coil, and while the pain had driven away the darkness, it had also left her hands red, burned, and her arms ached up to her elbows. The royal was moving to physically separate Oberon, herself, Voyager, Scylla, Encke, and as the starseed fell to Oberon and Encke, the Castor Squire let her hands unfurl from his arm, cracking her jaw and shifting position. She did not give the others a second glance. She had been stabbed, she had been shocked, she was aching and sore and her hands had been claws, and her nails were broken off, and her palms had bleeding circles in them from nails that did not match her human nails, and must have been youma-fingers or something. Staggering, tired, she moved to the south, and took a look at the console. "Hey," she called, her voice low and tired, "I know Prince Alien is probably heavy and all, but that looks like it is about to blow. No one wants to be here when it does. Move him." She meant to say 'I suggest you move him' but words were hard, and she was sluggish. Pain and exhaustion were settling into her bones, a weary resignation crossing her mind. She staggered, swayed, and then blinked once- twice.
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2021 3:03 pm
Page Starlight HP: 30/50 HP Action: Talking to Aeleas Damage N/A Location: B4 Starlight was visibly alarmed by Aeleas’ condition and he reached out to take her hand, to help support her. The Chaos in the field had been overwhelming and sickening and he’d been disoriented and--he hadn’t known what was going to happen.
He didn’t know what was going to happen.
Except, from what he’d gathered over her communicator thing, her world was going to be destroyed.
“You don’t have to,” he said, and squeezed her hand. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. We could find a way to keep you here, to keep you safe. Earth isn’t perfect, but you wouldn’t be alone. I have--I have a family, and they brought me in. I’m sure they would do the same for you. They’re good people, and they want to help. Please,” he said. “I know this wasn’t you.”
...He also knew that something bad was going to happen, he could feel it in the air. Maybe she could go. Maybe she could be safe.
Maybe it was selfish to ask her to stick around, but...
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2021 3:03 pm
General Faustite (now with Basic b***h Taenite) HP: 1/100 (10 seemed generous with how he painted the battlefield) Action: Being a mostly bloodless sack of flesh. Can Transcendent senshi donate blood instead of energy??? Damage -- Location: B6 Groaned for how adrenaline wasn't enough. How adrenaline was pumped out of his own body by his heart, and he couldn't make more of it to deaden the pain. Grit teeth until they began to crack, and an inarguable exhaustion stalked his anger. "Gave you an order," he hissed at the flippant Basic. "Still outrank you." In moments, he wouldn't.
In moments that Taenite was wasting. Wanted to strangle the boy, reach up with the ghost of both hands and haul what was left of himself into Taenite's grasp, but one arm couldn't do it.
Swallowed again, shut his eyes for a second. Marveled at how heavy he felt, how impossibly tired, how he wanted a nap, how his body promised that was the only cure now. How it promised that here wasn't so bad, there was a tree, there was Taenite, Kamacite was somewhere, Axinite can take care of the rest. Felt cold, like he was Eion again, and forgot to layer four jackets before going outside. He hated being cold, he remembered distantly.
Then something slapped his face. Repeatedly. He heard a distant stop being so ******** dramatic. Faustite's eyes opened, however dimmed, nearly black for their expression of his core. Every movement was sluggish — too costly by thrice. Drew in a breath —
And something smelled faintly wrong. Stared wearily up at Taenite, unfocused, struggling for some dregs of consciousness. Wondered, however faintly, if Schörl was there, calling out his inadequacies. To the unfocused eye, the non-spattered parts of Taenite's hair and Schörl's hair looked the same.
Faustite made an uncoordinated reach for the snapped thing in front of his face — paused when he saw a clouded outline of black around his missing fingers. No — not an outline — some dark, whorling mist occupied the space where his fingers should've been. It coalesced slowly, terribly slowly, and Faustite was too tired to wonder over it. Too numb. Felt the lactic acid burn in his arm for suspending it only seconds.
The burning thing let his arm slump to the ground and looked to his right. Too steeped in shock to be mortified, his attention roamed slow over the shredded remains of his shoulder. There, too, the mist coalesced. Worse, however, was that it didn't stop the blood. His breathing labored, oxygen starved.
Then there was another person (Monoceros), and Faustite thought he recognized the voice, but delving beyond faint suspicion was too taxing. So he laid, staring at his shoulder as he couldn't turn his head. Blinking felt like a chore. Soon, he supposed, breathing would be.
Something else snapped. Heard a voice from a thousand miles away, across a beach of white noise. Faustite tried for a larger breath, but sucking air into his lungs was like keeping sand in a sieve. He wondered, how he wondered, who that person was.
Twitch of his eyes drew his attention down as the mist crystallized, then wicked into his skin. His skin, as if whole and hale again. As if whole and hale again. As if —
trauma on your body becomes
familiar & strange
Beneath him, crystal formed into legs, formed into metal that wound into position between the halves of him. The fire was newly contained, and the trailing streaks of flame separated from the new grate burnt themselves out on the blood-wet grass. Faustite was alive, but his body was bloodless.the space cauldron used the cracked bone from my inventory / from star fest 2021
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2021 3:23 pm
Aeleas [Dagger] HP:50 HP Action: She's trying DamageLocation:B4 Change wasn’t something that Aeleas enjoyed. That was growing clear to her as all of this took place. Change and the unknown...when things went bad, it was so easy to lose that sense of excitement and have everything turn to fear.
Oh. She was afraid. Her home was dying, their King was dead by the hand of her Leader and she felt so completely lost. Her Family...her family of the Vanguard was split in two, but most...the brave ones at least were all following Lyndin...and she knew that was her place...knew that she needed to hurry over there.
But this Knight...this boy she had attacked, however unwillingly was offering her safety with him. On this lush, green planet...with a family who had chosen him and might choose her too.
But...what if they didn’t? What if she was alone forever? Wouldn’t it be better to die with her planet? To die with her fellow cadets around her than to stay here where she might be safe? Might...be cared for by a family?
...When was the last time she even had a family…? Hers had been gone for what felt like forever...and the idea was...odd. Though, such was the case with everything on Earth, wasn’t it?
“...Commodore Lyndin will be even more disappointed in me if I stay...he is calling me to go back…”
But still.
Her feet did not move.
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2021 3:49 pm
Belmont, Page of JupiterHP: 11/50 Action: Wrapping up Sessrumnir's arm Damage N/A Location: D4 Oh, s**t, Sessrumnir was smart to get away from that thing that obviously looked like it was going to blow up, and some blue battle babe was over here saying the same thing. Kinda bossing Sessrumnir around, which he took personal offense to for some reason, but he didn’t say anything about it.
He’d scraped himself up enough times that he knew how to wrap something up. Not perfectly, not prettily, but good enough for now. He had a basic first aid kit because--yeah, he figured he was going to get into trouble at some point in time, and he might have even enjoyed it but this was overkill. He’d gotten his adrenaline rush and he was crashing, hard.
It wasn't that difficult to wrap Sessrumnir’s arm but he was careful both not to jostle the man he was holding and to not hurt Sessrumnir.
He looked up to him expectantly. If this thing was going to blow up, they needed a way out--and his radar was still saturated with the Chaos energy signatures around them. "Do either of you have a way out of here or are we just going to try to run?"
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