Corrupt Eternal Super Sailor Kamacite HP: 42 Action: In shock, sitting down near Axinite. Damage N/A Location: B6 to A7
Kamacite didn’t resist when Titanite helped him. This was Titanite, right…? The aura felt different. But she’d done nothing to hurt him, so maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him. He let her lead the way to the edge of the field. His vision still felt blurred, as though he’d taken out his contacts. He could see the orange blur and trusted that it must have been General King Axinite standing there, doing his duty to guard the perimeter.
And Kamacite’s duty had ended with an explosion and rain of black--
Ten steps. He could manage ten steps. Maybe. One.
He already felt the way his heart was aching, twisting in his chest. Was this how Axinite felt when he’d lost his team? Two. Three. But a whole team was more than just one. But that one was important to Kamacite. Four.
His energy was depleted. He wouldn’t be much help during the rest of the fight anyway. Five. Six. Seven. He’d used practically all of his magic, and it still hadn’t been enough. In the end, there were too many, and he couldn’t keep Faustite protected. And now he knew that Axinite would suffer that loss as well.
Eight.
Kamacite gripped tightly to the soft fabric that Titanite left with him. He didn’t use it to wipe his face, but he gripped onto it as though it were a lifeline. He felt guilty for putting more burden on Axinite. He had more important things to do than make sure Kamacite didn’t have an emotional breakdown in the middle of a battle. But he must have also seen--
Nine. Ten.
He stopped and swayed on the spot. His steps had been slow but unsteady without Titanite’s help. Somehow he managed the ten without assistance. As carefully as he could manage, he lowered himself to the ground to sit, doing his best to stay out of Axinite’s way, and buried his face in the fabric Titanite gave him. Maybe if he covered his eyes he would be able to erase the already etched memory.
Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2021 9:57 am
Fae-Fae HP: 28 Action: Following Lyndin Damage: N/A Location: D2
A strange sound rang in Fae-Fae's ears. A sound that had only begun revealing its meaning to her on Earth. A sound that fascinated her, both in mind and heart, to a depth she was afraid to reveal to anyone.
Music.
Someone nearby was... playing music.
Here. In all this horror. In all this violence and madness, one of the Knights nearby had thought it appropriate to do such a thing.
It was shocking, and it was so shocking because it was right. The Cadet had no idea why she knew it was right, but in her mind, it was as if the Knight was putting something in place that absolutely needed to be there. The tune gently gripped and steadied her heart, and she suddenly felt so peaceful and calm. Momentarily, she closed her eyes and let the sound guide her body forward. A fresh surge of tears dripped down from her cheeks as she did so.
Fae-Fae had just been given an incredible gift, all in the same moment she saw Caedus's star seed freed from Lyndin's grasp. Altogether, it was a miracle. A miracle.
If Caedus could be saved, she could move forward without hesitation. In Lyndin's actions, and his explanation for them, she had seen signs of a political crisis mounting among her people -- and she had to be there to make sure the worst didn't come to pass. Her membership in the Vanguard meant her people needed her, now more than ever before.
The flames that wrapped about her flickered and subsided, the magic fueling them running out. They’d done their job, deflecting a decent amount of damage. And she liked to think they looked impressive, even if no one else did.
The attacks didn’t stop coming though, armor or not. Apparently whoever this guy was, he was rather popular. Some small, blonde firecracker came at Tanais with a blade and cut a line of pain across her bare side, the metal skittering along the edge of her breastplate. She hissed as she spun out of his reach, falling back into a defensive stance with her hands up before her. She had a pithy retort on her lips when recognition hit him and he spoke that name, the one that pulled an instinctive snarl from her as her lips pulled back from her teeth. The long polearm from the original dark-haired general came at her and slammed into her, forcing her back a step.
So they both knew her. Well enough to remember things the former-general had done, apparently, though neither of them sparked any sort of familiarity. A meeting with with Hessonite? Things were moving too quickly to think about it. A shot came at her head and Tanais threw a fist up to deflect it, feeling it smack into her shoulder with deep bruising force, enough to split the skin and send a trickle of red down her bicep. The aura of chaos she’d felt was subsiding, bolstering her flagging energy, and outwardly, those scales and horns began to shrink, fading as her own energy surged.
Something called to her, in the back of her mind, and a cocky smile slipped in to replace the expression of anger.
The general who rushed in then, however… did spark something. Tanis felt like he should look younger… He looked harder now, fiercer, more worn. The anger he leveled at her was like anyone else’s, but all she felt when she looked at his dark curls was… pride. It swelled up out of the fog where her memories lay, offering no explanation. She lifted her gauntlets up before her, palms forward, and backed up a step, her eyes on the general in teal even as she noted the others in her periphery, tensed to react if one of them attacked her again. She was still grinning, her movements lazy and loose as she stepped back again.
“Apparently I poked the beehive here, but I guess if I look like enough of a threat to get piled on, I should take it as a compliment. Name’s Tanais, by the way.” She said, giving the blonde one a significant look. “In case any of you want to look me up later for a real fight. I feel like some of us have unfinished business.”
Everything about her ached from the punishment she’d taken, but she refused to let it show. She’d take them, if they came again, but… she wasn’t so foolhardy as to not feel her own limits.
Andreiya hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until Naeria assured that she was here. She addressed the Commodore, she was with him.
Andreiya didn’t know what he would have done if she had chosen anything else. He couldn’t have just dropped her. But, he didn’t want to stay here. In a world of unknowns, at least Commodore Lyndin was a constant. His heart hurt, that the machines they worked so hard on were broken, and battered, and destroyed. His ears were ringing, his eyes were burning, his body was aching. He was afraid of the carnage, he’d seen. His time on Earth had been relatively peaceful, except for this.
He didn’t know what he’d have done if he didn’t have Naeria to cling to.
He looked to the rest of the cadets, fear and worry on his face because he wanted to leave with as many as they’d come with. They’d lost two of their own, two commanders. Caedus, maybe? He was afraid to look at him or the starseed. He just held onto Naeria and looked through Lyndin. He didn’t want to see him hurt or suffering, but he didn’t want there to be any mistaking his intentions--
Læraðr was out of breath. Everything had happened so quickly, and the Chaos had choked him so much... When it was finally over did he finally realize how little he'd actually done. Taking a deep breath, he scanned the area as the fighting eventually slowed to a stop (besides what was happening with Lyndin, anyway).
He didn't like Hyperborea right then. He didn't particularly like Lyndin, either, but from what he could gather, it sounded like Lyndin was just doing the best option his people had for survival.
Then he spotted Delphi and he ran over to her, looking over Caer Sidi frantically.
"Is she okay? Are you okay?" he babbled, "I'm fine, I just, oh my God. All of that that just happened..."
Oh boy. He'd picked the wrong place to go to. The center console looked ready to explode at any minute. He didn't really know where to go from here.
He certainly didn't want to go up with Kerberos, despite wanting to be with Kerberos, because of all the starseed s**t happening up that way. Nope. No thank you. He just needed a hot chocolate and his bed, thanks.
But he couldn't just leave, either.
He sighed deeply. Okay. That area was pretty devoid of people. He staggered over and flopped into the ground, barely clinging to consciousness. He wanted to sleep so badly. But it was bad enough he was on the ground.
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Arsenolite felt rather chuffed when Tanais backed off. Maybe he was more of a pest compared to the generals getting after her, but he still made her bleed, and he loved it.
He trotted up to Ashanite, a lazy grin on his face and thumbs hooked into his pockets.
"Well, we kinda got ******** on the generators in the end," he said, sounding entirely too pleased, "But from what I could tell, we got, what, nearly a dozen of those bastards corrupted? Go us."
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he's trying SO HARD to please the "class cool guy" rn, pls include him, ashanite, he loves you
Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2021 1:28 pm
Cadet Vyn HP: 50 Action: Shouting at Hyperborea. Going with Lyndin. Damage: None. Location: D2
“NO!”
The starseed was taken and carried away. Their one chance to save their people, stolen from them by two men who judged their cause more righteous. Vyn would go after them, chase them down and take it back himself, but he couldn’t follow. He was protected by the Commodore’s power, kept close and drawn to him.
And Vyn would never leave.
There were others, lecturing the Commodore as if they knew better, expressing concern as if they were not condemning an entire world to ruin. Vyn’s home. His family. His people.
“We know what you’re capable of!” he shouted, blaster trained on the Knight of Cosmos (Hyperborea) — a warning. “You judge and lie and murder!”
Like the witch (Scylla) who killed Commander Velyria, who had the nerve to smile and touch the Commodore, to compare her feelings to his own. Vyn turned his blaster on her — another warning — but she left with the others before Vyn decided to shoot.
Another, this one flowering (Kerberos), putting his hand on the Commodore’s chest. Then a Prince, speaking as if he had any authority here.
Vyn hated them all. They didn’t deserve Earth. As far as Vyn could tell, the Negaverse hadn’t ruined anything. Despite Chaos’s reach, Earth was thriving, yet these people acted as if their world suffered the same dire circumstances as Velencya.
They were contemptible. Every single one of them. Let them fight their own war. Eventually, they’d all destroy themselves.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2021 2:32 pm
Itztenoch - Cadet with a Blaster HP: 30 Action: Mission Objective: "Tell the world I'm coming home..." Damage: Location: D2 'Protected' AutoBonus: (For My Memories Sake +1d10(Dice) +3(Cadet)
In all his years -- in over a century of living --- never had he felt like this. Reached for Nessa and Eso. Clung like he hadn't since he was a small thing. Heard their words and faith in him to make a choice - to make a call - and oh how he wept hot angry tears for it. How it stung over his cheeks as he snarled - face locked in a grimace as his words for them fled in a desperate gasp.
"We're going home." -- and if they'd chosen to stay -- and if they'd asked that of him? Needed it? Oh how he would've stayed, would still stay, even, if it looked for a second like that was how it would go.
He dared not leave them behind in this place. Not alone. Where one or another could have become a target for --- what --- enemies -- friends? What did they call anyone anymore? With nowhere to go but the wilds and no way to survive but off of others generosity? Like dirt people....like Caedus... had before returning to them.
"We're going home." Tenoch said it and he meant it. Poured sincerity emotion into the words --- before watching their hard work set off before them. Lyndins pain and the prize snatched from him.
He wasn't sure if he was screaming or not. If it was rage or -- and where had all this come from? Emotional urges that spiraled so far beyond the need to protect. Was this what earth was? Corruption of feelings -- not so simple as a dissemination between good and evil. Between Chaos and Order. If anything, to him? The terminology felt weak and faulting. For those that had been termed chaos seemed to have nothing but order in step and line and goals --- and order --- oh how it screamed of erratic choices made of the heart and soul...
Tenoch wanted to hate them. Each and every one that cried, crawled, bled and pawed at them.
Except he couldn't even do that, could he? Who was he to cast aspersions when he didn't even know the scope of it all. When they had been commanded one thing - and he had chosen inaction above all - and chosen himself - chosen 'them'. His family, his brigade and brothers and sisters whom he loved with all himself - chosen that above the mission.
So he screamed instead. Made a choice and held it close in his heart. Let loose a noise that reflected the cumulation of all the things he still didn't feel he had names for. Stared down the retreating Order who fought as hard for their 'firends' soul as the cadets had fought to survive the 'keeping of it'.
Good riddance. If they loved him so much? Let them keep it, and if Valenia was to go? Then he would go with it. A loose end tied.
Not on Earth though...net for them...not with them....only with his own.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2021 3:30 pm
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: Caer Sidi, Squire of Cosmos HP: Passing out! Action: thump. Damage: N/A Location: B4? I think? XD
It was all too much. Caer Sidi struggled, thinking of and clinging to all the reasons she didn't want to give into the darkness. All the things she would lose if Chaos took them from her.
Her family. Her friends. Her girlfriend. The life she wanted to make for herself.
It was a struggle, and while she let Delphi move her, she barely registered anything going on--
Until the last generator went down, and the Chaos stopped, and her struggle ended.
And, exhausted by the effort of fighting, Caer Sidi blacked out.
Name: Super Corrupt Miyamoto HP: 49/75 Action: Punching a knight in the face. Damage: 8 + 5 = 13 Location: B2
he knew that messing with a knight wasn't the most brilliant of ideas but he also didn't have a ******** to give, though he rarely had a ******** to give about anything, but when the knight went about using his magic and Miyamoto noticed the slow drain he wasn't all that pleased. At first he didn't notice it but soon enough the corrupt senshi did notice the pull and drain on his energy. It seemed his own attack was not going to back this knight down - they wanted a fight.
While he was pretty damn sure he wasn't going to be using any more magic, not as he felt his energy being drained, the senshi took severl steps back. It wasn't enough though to avoid the knights magic...but that was fine. He didn't need his energy for the next thing he did, or maybe he did. Moving in close once again he took a swing for the knights face. Stealing energy was his job - not the knights job.
As things seeming went to hell, the chaos energy stopped pouring out of it, Miyamoto took a moment to glance in that direction. s**t, that didn't feel or look good....but he also felt like he'd be ok...nothing was going to happen to him. He knew the leaders would not let harm come to himself or the others...they weren't here to slaughter their own. So while some might bve running - he didn't.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2021 3:49 pm
Captain Prehnite HP: 62 Action: Making Rounds: plucking Lilac flowers up. Carrying them home. Damage: Location: F2 -- > D2 (Making his way home to B2) AutoBonus (For my Memories Sake: 1d10 Dice +4(Faction) +5(Rank)')
Prehnite sensed his time was growing short. Could feel tug and pull of needing to get back. To Hatsya and Hylonome alike -- need to coral them in and keep them safe. To call Iolanthe in from her midsommer nights out. As Castors hail lit the skies from fields across - hard to miss the icy shadow the prince cast out -- even if it was focused elsewhere.
With order - with the aliens - with fields swarmed with tentacles and gore that looked like something straight out of a lovecraftian dream. Like something the brothers Grimm could only ever have imagined in their wildest---
Prehnite skirted the worst of it. Watched on as others dealt with what occupied their immediacy. He'd had his fun. Would pay no mind to auras bigger than his own. To the Generals taking turns and turning over for old hates rekindled.
It was a thing to see, though. Like watching a car crash from the side of the road...
So lost in his own musings that he stumbled, nearly fell, over a flower freshly fallen in the dirt beneath his heels. Marveled at them. Lilac run into black. Wouldn't have done to leave one of their own to lie like that.
"Lets get you back to Lepidolite little one." because he didn't know her from adam or eve, but he would make sure she found somewhere better to lay than the mud. Prehnite plucked the flower from the earth. Carried her back -- and back --- would get her to someone proper. Could beg Iolanthes gift of aiding in carrying the lot of their downed ones home in the aftermath of it all.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2021 4:26 pm
Name: Cadet Lixian - Small Dagger HP:30 Action: Trying not to have a panic attack. Caer please. Damage Location: ...B4 I think
Lixian flinched as the last of the generators exploded, sending pieces and chunks of metal flying high into the air and all around. He tried his best to shield Caer and those around him, in case anything flew in their direction. The young cadet was worried about Caer. She wasn't looking the best, and he was afraid she was going to get hurt.
He blinked, when there was a pull to leave. To go home. He turned for a moment, looking over the battlefield. This had been their fault... They'd caused this. Lixian didn't make a move to detangle himself from the group, to rejoin the other cadets.
A thump caught his attention and he turned back to find Caer slumped over. Without another word he gingerly picked her up from the ground, so she wouldn't get trampled and just waited to see what the others would do.
He was not leaving.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2021 5:11 pm
Cadet Nessaela HP: 0 HP Action: Making hardest decision of her life (( but going home )) Location: in square D2
Nessaela felt the power of the Commodore drape over her and she could have wept with the sensation. Was this what human children felt like when held safely in the arms of their parents: this safe and warm embrace? As much as she wanted to just enjoy the sensation Nessaela was still on her guard. There was just too much being left to chance and even as Tenoch clung to her and Eso she couldn't deny that she was ready to follow him more than the Commodore. If she had known what some of the other cadets were thinking - she would have been in agreement with them.
One reason why at least some of the Vanguard had to return to Velencyia was because one voice against someone as highly regarded as Lyndin wouldn't cut it. They needed their own mini Vanguard to at least present a united front in their accusations about what had happened on Earth. Nessa closed her eyes as fatigue still threatened to drown her. Her grip on Tenoch's arm that he was using to support her tightened and she glanced at him with a small smile, "We'regoing home. Although Earth sometimes sounds more appealing, we are not from here. We'd never fit in truly. We would always have to watch our backs with one side or the other."
Nessaela had questions that she wanted to ask - but for now she kept them close to her chest.
In finalizing her decision the sensation to follow the Commodore strengthened and Nessaela relaxed momentarily. She was seemingly safe for the time being. Her gaze turned to glance at the ruins of the generators and the console that was still sending out erratic pulses. She just hoped that no one would be injured while they tended to Caedus. Hopefully the starseed would be returned and maybe Caedus would do right by those of Earth. But if he was the one that wanted the war with the Negaverse ... Nessaela wasn't sure what would happen. Would Velenia ever regain a senshi? Time would tell ... and from what the Commodore had said - Velencyia was running out of it.
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To quote one Captain Kathryn Janeway, "Set a course, for home." - aka following Lyndin
Palatine, Squire of Venus HP: 75 Action: Healing Constantinople. Damage: None. +5 healing to Constantinople. Location: C5
The generator exploded, which was good.
As a result of the explosion, Palatine was covered in some sort of black substance, which was less good. She thought it came from the body of a youma that went flying, but she couldn’t be entirely sure. The blast was sudden and loud, and thus disorienting.
“Nope,” she said. “Nope nope nope nope nope.”
She wasn’t going to think about it, wasn’t going to look in that direction longer than she had to. Palatine allowed herself to be tugged away, turning to Varuna and Constantinople once they were all safe — or as safe as they were going to be here. She would have thanked the Knight of Uranus (Saqqara) once she had her wits about her again, but said Knight was already heading back to the generator by the time Palatine was done being grossed out.
“Are you okay?” Palatine asked them both, surveying Connie’s injury. “Here…”
Palatine summoned her teapot and poured some healing tea onto Connie’s shoulder. She tried to be conservative with it, in case she needed to use it on others later.
There’d be a lot of injuries to tend to once this was over.
Provided they made it out of here.
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The tea can be poured onto mild injuries in order to heal them—swelling and bruises diminish, scrapes and minor cuts heal, etc. The injured areas might still be a bit tender to touch, but the rate of healing is accelerated significantly. Palatine’s magic can last for a total of 30 seconds of continuous pouring, but would more likely be broken up into shorter durations depending on the amount of injuries.
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