Nagyagite wasn’t exactly incredibly experienced with teleportation, but he could do it. Could bring himself up beyond the creature’s back, and do his best to ignore all the lightning striking around him and how much it hurt.
Another spit of venom. Another bitter defiance against this creature from beyond the stars.
It was all he could do, and when he landed back on Earth, he felt worn for the experience.
Maybe he wouldn’t last much longer.
Maybe he was okay with that.
At least he’d gone out fighting.
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Venom: Nagyágite's fangs can be used to deliver a toxic bite, or he can spit venom up to three feet. His venom mimics king cobra venom, causing muscle aches, blurred vision, vertigo, and drowsiness for 25 seconds, though if players wish to plot for longer or more severe effects that is possible. He can use this three times in a battle.
Dark Mirror Sailor Persephone Location: H9 Action: healies for Demeter and Orcus, using Almadel's pin! Total: (4 + 10) x 2 = 28; 14 healing each for Demeter and Orcus HP: 65 + 2 (Lacerta) = 67 (no dmg thanks to remarque's shielding~)
Persephone's eyes cast towards the sky, watching the many duplicate Remarques take lightning strikes that, she was willing to bet, would be meant for the Court otherwise.
Well, if they were all handing out protection.
"Hey, you two," Persephone said, addressing their White Moon guests, "come here. Pomegranate Kiss."
She felt her magic surge through her; a power she wasn't used to. But it felt good, like all the swirling magic in the air was pulling from her to give forward.
"Take the seed. It'll help."
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Sailor Scout Attack: Pomegranate Kiss! Persephone speaks the name of the attack and holds out her cupped hands, in which a glowing, ethereal pomegranate seed appears. She offers it to an ally, and if they take it, it will fade into their hands and heal minor injuries like cuts, scrapes, bruises, etc, and reduce the pain from more major ones. The pain suppression lasts for 30 seconds. Persephone can use this spell three times per battle.
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Dark Mirror Super Sailor Sappho Location: H9 Action: punchin that snake w/ pin! Total: 1 + 5 + 10 = 16 HP: 90 + 2 = 92 (no dmg thanks to remarque's shielding~)
With Remarque giving them cover and Lacerta giving them healing, Sappho felt....emboldened.
In this moment, with all of them together--even if she was still afraid, even if the monster seemed to loom larger than life, even if some part of her still said this was hopeless--she at least believed that they would all fight as one.
And so she, too, decided to fight.
She could only get as high as the monster's underbelly, but with a little boost from the pin from Almadel, she felt her fist connect with a little extra force.
Not much. But something.
Dark Mirror Super Sailor Ariadne Location: H9 Action: punchin that snake w/ pin! Total: 7 + 5 + 10 = 23 HP: 90 + 2 = 92 (no dmg thanks to remarque's shielding~)
"Thanks, Remarque! You too, Lacerta!" Ariadne said, brightly. She'd only had so much dealing with the Mirror Prince before tonight, but Amytis had always spoken well of him--and she could see why, now.
For one, offering to pay for expensive "******** yeah we lived" dinner? Awesome. For another, going up there, outside the shield, to set something up to protect them all? Double awesome.
And then they had their very own healer making sure everyone stayed up. Teamwork! Exactly what they needed!
So what was she going to do, except for be inspired by it?
She jumped up, aiming to hit the snake again. Her magic wasn't much, and wouldn't do s**t to a giant snake, she was pretty sure, but she could still punch it.
Location: A7. Action:teleporting outside the barrier to attack the Calamitous Hollow’s upper scales with a Forgotten Spell, then teleporting back to A7. Total: 6 +5 (second stage) +10 (Almadel’s Pin) +15 (attacking the top) = 36. HP: 16 / 125 (90 – 38 from Calamitous Hollow general attack – 11 from shield failure – 35 teleporting outside the barrier)
Alright, Andesine’s last attack hadn’t gone exactly how she’d wanted it to do.
Okay, Monoceros had decided to rear his head for the first time in ages, specifically to undermine Ashanite. All this time hiding—no doubt aware of how much trouble he would be in if he allowed anybody from their team to find him—and then, he comes out of the woodwork at a time when nobody could exact proper consequences for his actions on him? ******** worm. The beast above them deserved more respect than Monoceros did.
Sure, fine, Andesine was starting to feel sick as the shockwaves of the Calamitous Hollow’s most recent attack subsided. The creature’s attacks sent pain through every part of her body. Standing on her own two feet, she began to feel unsteady. When the creature finally showed its face, though, she held strong, planting her feet and setting her jaw. Although she doubted that the creature would ever pay her any mind on an individual level, she glared right back at it as though she could somehow intimidate it into just ******** dying already.
Of course, such things were not to be. Taking a deep breath, Andesine teleported above the Calamitous Hollow. The atmosphere out here hurt to breathe, tasted foul in her mouth in a way that she couldn’t quite place. But Andesine didn’t come this far just to come this far and not make this beast regret ******** with the Negaverse’s planet. Calling on the magic from that little scroll once more, she swung her meteor hammer toward the beast. As she watched the magic connect with the weaker scales up top, she teleported back to the ground, winded and aching all over but still ready to fight on.
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Forgotten Spell: At will, Andesine whips her meteor hammer and swings it at one target within a 20-foot radius, but does not hit them physically. Instead of physical damage, they are assaulted by a wave of magical force powerful enough to bowl over unsuspecting targets. A hallucination accompanies the force-wave: a powerful smell of rot, something like an uncleaned charnel house in the middle of an extremely humid August. This smell is incredibly unpleasant but illusory; it deals no extra damage and can be recognized as an illusion with focus from the target. This attack has three uses.
Items Remaining:Almadel’s Pin (+10 to one roll), Almadel’s Berry (+15 HP)
Yvoire, Knight of Ganymede Page 25Page 30Page 49Page 63 Location: D8 Action: With Dering, Amarynthos, Ephesus, Reims, and now Adria, Varuna, Soleiyu, Michel, and Malus. Attacking the CH from beneath the shield. Total: 9 + 10 (rank) = 19 HP: 106 (115 - 38 + 29 from Dering’s Shield)
“I’m okay. Careful,” Yvoire said, trying to steady Dering. The lightning struck too close to all of them, even with multiple shields in place. Yvoire almost lifted his parasol up like that might offer another barrier, but he doubted it would do much good. He was relieved, at least, to see his friends in one piece. “I was on Ganymede, but then it didn’t feel right to be there. Like I was supposed to be here instead. I had to run when I got back and I almost didn’t make it. I got to the hill right when the storm hit and everyone got brought here, but then I couldn’t find you right away.”
Yvoire looked from Dering to Amarynthos to Ephesus to Reims. Teal eyes lingered a few seconds longer on Reims, but Yvoire was quick to turn. His cheeks turned faintly pink at the compliment. They couldn’t afford distractions, even if most of the distractions were in his head.
“This just happened,” he said of his new clothing. “I was looking for you and I was so afraid I wouldn’t find you, and it was so loud, but then I heard Dering’s lute and I focused on that and I turned and saw you and… I don’t know, maybe this was why I was supposed to come. But…” Yvoire looked up. A touch of fear lingered on his face. “I don’t know if it’ll be enough…”
He couldn’t not try. His friends were doing their best, so Yvoire would, too, even if he was afraid. He jumped to aim more of his magic, landing a bit unsteadily. Between the big hat and the heavy cape, he’d have to get used to moving around in his new outfit.
Yvoire glanced a bit shyly toward the newcomers. Reims seemed to know them, which wasn’t as immediately reassuring as it would have been before he’d learned who Reims was.
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A stream of molten gold is directed toward up to 2 targets within a 10 foot radius, causing the sensation of burning upon contact. At this stage, the gold hardens and can restrict movement depending on which area of the body it coats, before disintegrating after 10 seconds. Moderate burn injuries can be sustained at player discretion. Magic pool of 45 seconds.
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Dering, Amarynthos, Adria, Soleiyu, Michel, and Malus
Super Grieve of the Collapse Location: G6 Action:attack Total: (6x2dss) (+5rank+5 boost from Iapetus) 22 HP: (88+ 17 [previous shield from Mirabilite] -38-6dss+15berry+10 [current shield from Mirabilite] + 10 Hy-brasil heal ) 96
Of course, it was a ******** dragon. If it wasn't one now then it'd transform into one when things got too comfortable. Never trust a ********' snake to stay a ********' snake. And she'd been right, too. Soon as it actually saw them, saw their potential as a threat, the attacks got a lot more targeted on top of it spanking their asses by mere ******** proximity. Thankfully her Visang's sparkling dome proved more useful than Grieve could have ever hoped for in mitigating some of the damage.
And Cosmos' tits, it was hitting harder with each wave. Or that shield was breaking down further. "Shield might not last another wave. Shore yourselves the ******** up." As she spoke, Grieve popped Almadel's gift into her mouth and after a moment gave a nod. "It heals."
She then lifted her chin at Hy-Brasil, "And so do you, so stay standing and casting as long as you can."
Brangane looked ready to just ********' die right there and be happy about it. But that was always a major difference between the two. Brangane would be happy to die for a cause, while Grieve just wanted to live long enough to get paid.
The shitty little chaos nugget was trying his best and coming back beat to s**t for it. Good job she ********' guessed. Corvina's crew looked like a rabble, but then so did most of Order most of the time, and honestly that hadn't changed for their sort in a thousand years, so it wasn't a bad sight.
As the teal haired senshi's magic washed over her, Grieve grinned and gave her a small, strange salute from a distant past. Inhaling deeply, she continued, the Lament, muscles and magic coiling with every word.
"And so the First Grieve stepped down from the heavens on high, and in so doing became the Last Grieve; for nothing Above is beyond The Fall. In the fecund lands of seething life, the masters grew replete with excess and their warriors grew cruel with restless hungers. At the Bronze Doors, the First of the Last called over their feast, Two Will Fall."
With the senshi's help, Grieve could feel the magic strike truer this time, but also felt the missing part like the cavity of a lost tooth. The third Lament, the magic she'd lost to time and chaos, yet to be regained. Something in her heart stirred at the lack, more than simple frustration at unaccustomed weakness.
Dark Mirror Eternal Sailor Arnica Location: H9 Action: Talking to Hekate ; attacking Total: 10 + Eternal HP: 117/150 (damage negated; +2 HP from Lacerta)
Arnica made a face as lightning rained down from above. It was unfortunate, but it wasn’t unlucky--and whatever Remarque had done had just secured them some level of safety.
They had to keep fighting.
Things were getting bad but he really wanted to hope that all of their efforts was doing something
“Well, Jinx, we’re not dead yet, so that’s feeling pretty lucky.”
He didn’t have to move to cast his magic, so he stayed by her and reached out a hand, only if she wanted help up. If she wanted to stay on the ground, he’d stay close. He was still waiting for Remarque to decide he needed to make a mirror and have them funnel out, and on the off chance that it happened fast he wanted to make sure he could pull her up and get her out of there.
If her luck was that bad, she needed someone looking out for her.
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Dark Mirror Super Sailor Laon Location: H9 Action: Talking with Arawn; attacking Total: 7 + Super HP: 92/125 (damage negated; +2 HP from Lacerta)
What did Arawn say?
“No,” Laon said quickly, probably instinctively. Arawn was obviously worrying, and Laon knew him well enough to guess. The words were blurry, far away. He didn’t feel dizzy, but there was a distant pull, like his body was trying to fall asleep.
“I’m fine,” he insisted, and as if to prove it, he used his magic to attack again. When he landed, he stumbled just slightly but caught himself quickly. “–I’m fine, it’s these shoes,” he said adamantly, but wiped his nose again just in case.
He felt like he had to keep explaining. “The air’s kind of dry here, that’s all.” He had another justification on his lips but he wasn’t sure if Arawn even believed him, so instead he just plead, “Please don’t get Remarque. He’s so busy. I’m fine.”
He didn’t want anyone else to notice him, he didn’t want them to think he wasn’t able to pull his weight. He wanted to save Earth! He could be sick–or whatever–later!
Corrupt Super Sailor Pax of Reverberation Location: In A4 Action: Casting Super magic to attack HP: 85 - 38(CH) = 47/125 Roll: 7 + 5(Super) + 10(Pin) = 22 Almadel's Pin 0/1 (+10DMG), Almadel's Bracelet 1/1, Almadel's Berry 1/1 (+15HP) At this point, Pax had well and truly hit the point of 'no longer processing just about anything'; they fumbled for their headphones and pulled them back on, because they were already being hit by lightning anyway, did it really matter? It probably mattered. Did it matter enough to justify being completely overstimulated to the point of uselessness? They didn't think so.
Touch-based magic was a pain. But they could, in fact, teleport, even though they waited for the shield to take the impact above them before flickering up, casting their super magic, and flickering right back down and taking a deep breath. ----- Half-Youma General Larimar Location: In G10 Action: Gawking at Hybris, attacking the Hollow HP: 115 - 38(CH) - 10+2(Shield) = 65/150 Roll: 8 + 10(General) + 10(Pin) = 28 Almadel's Pin 0/1 (+10DMG), Almadel's Bracelet 1/1, Almadel's Berry 1/1 (+15HP) "What the ********," Larimar said, because: point A, was that a White Moon princess practicing accidental skydiving? Point B, wasn't said princess still over there near Queen Laurelite? What the ********? Was this a ******** comedy? Ze wasn't laughing.
And then ze got hit by lightning when the shield broke, which was really, really funny, great job there, Calamitous Hollow. The thing should start a career as a standup comedian for hitting birds with lightning. "What the ********," ze said again, looking at Not-Ganymede like ambiguous food slime in a sink garbage disposal, and then went in for another attack.
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----- Super DSS Róka of the Undertow Location: In G6 Action: Casting Super magic to attack HP: 83 - 38(CH) - 14(Shield Failing) - 10(DSS) + 27(2x Mirabilite shields) + 10(Hy-Brasil) = 58/125 Roll: 10 x 2(DSS) + 5(super) + 10(pin) = 35 It burned. It all burned. Róka took a lightning bolt directly to the shoulder, at the connection of their neck to the rest of them, and only stumbled briefly; electricity trailed from their braid, their steps taken at impossible speed, rushing waves at their ankles amplifying the physics of how they moved to truly inhuman.
Something was -- off. With their magic. Something was off. It was so ready to take, the ocean hungry and vast and impossible, and no matter what they poured into it it wasn't enough. This was why they never bloody used it.
But that was fine. It was a good burn. It was a familiar burn, the way their body was starting to list, the way they pushed themself further further further - just a little further -- didn't matter if their vision was starting to blur or their steps were starting to go unsteady if they could just kill this damned wyrm.
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----- Corrupt Eternal Sailor Chrysocolla of Moods Location: D12 Action: Using Fractured Crystal to reach the Calamitous Hollow and doing... her best..., eating Almadel's berry HP: 115 - 38(CH) - 10+1(Shield Fail) - 30(Leaving Shield w/ Item) + 15(Berry) = 51/150 Roll: 9 + 10(Eternal) + 15(On Back) = 34 Almadel's Pin 1/1 (+10DMG), Almadel's Bracelet 1/1, Almadel's Berry 0/1 (+15HP), Dusky Red Gemstone 1/1
"That's the lightning," Chrysocolla said, and peeled Brassite's fingers off her arm with a huff of irritation. (And a deeply longing look at Hessonite. Gosh... she was so cool... and so attractive... maybe one day Chrys would work up that nerve to ask her to go out for lunch.) If only she actually had useful magic. But, no, she had one cast of her Eternal magic, and after that she was right out.
...Wait. Didn't she have something for this? Something she'd kept in her subspace for... gosh, going on three years now. From when they'd all been falling into rifts.
Chrysocolla rolled the Fractured Crystal around in her hand, thought about it, glanced up at the Calamitous Hollow, and stepped forward to suddenly be somewhere else. (And then promptly got hit by lightning, but it grounded out through her boots back into the Hollow). Was it huge? Yes. Could she help make it bleed with her bare hands, now that she was on its body? She hoped so.
It stung, to be up here. It stung very badly. She stumbled, slipped, almost fell right off the Hollow, but steadied herself with hands that were starting to shake from pain. She couldn't - stay up here. She'd probably die. Her heart felt like it was skipping beats, jumping around: a human body wasn't meant to be exposed to this much electricity, this much magic. But it'd hurt badly enough to get up here - she couldn't do that again. And the definitely would die if she left and came back.
There was nothing she could do on the ground. This would be a good way to die, if it had to be. (She slipped Almadel's berry out of her subspace and choked it down, and that felt a little better, but not meaningfully so. Not enough it'd healed her aches.) She'd rather die doing something than do nothing.
Corrupt Eternal Fafnir Location: A4 Action: Attacking the right arm as per Heliodor's suggestion, grabbing Faustite along the way, eating his berry and getting zapped. Total: 5 (roll) + 10 (rank) + 15 (above hollow; using fractured crystal) = 30 HP: 110 - 38 (prompt) - 15 (10+5 roll) + 15 (berry) - 35 (teleport from above the hollow) = 37
Fafnir watched with a grim expression as the Hollow shook itself free of it's restraints and pulled away from the shield, pushing itself back up into the sky. It shrunk under the barrage of attacks it was taking, but that didn't seem to slow it down. If anything, it sped up, looking stronger, and tore through the clouds like an avenging god. Maybe something like this was what sparked all those old stories of gods... something so huge and so unknowable that all you could imagine was that it was a god. A god they were trying to kill... like ******** desperate idiots.
It moved and came free of the clouds and Fafnir's eyes widened, taking in the shape of it. It was a ******** DRAGON. Really and truly, a dragon. As if it wasn't enough that monsters existed in general, dragons like his namesake did actually exist.
Helidor was calling for everyone to attack weak spots and Fafnir filed that away as he watched the others make their leaps to attack. Faustite drew special attention and he kept his eyes on that spark of light as he landed on the beast and stayed there... seconds passing before a sudden flare of fire erupted from that spot. To his other side, he heard Hestia calling for him, starting to count the seconds. <********> Well, he had been planning to do his own attack anyway...
Reaching out, he summoned that strange, broken crystal he kept on his person and had used, rather extensively, to drain energy with. He gripped it hard and slashed it through the air, opening up the familiar path. Fafnir jumped through it, appearing high up in the storm. Lighting flashed around him as his boots hit the electrified scales and he bit back a hiss of pain at the contact.
"Dragon's Doom." He spat, smoke pouring from his mouth in a cloud of sickness and decay. The light was shut out for a bare moment as it surrounded him before the wind and their speed tore it away. He had to hope it had done something, or this was all going to really suck...
"Faustite!" He called as he cast about, clinging unsteadily to the moving, bucking surface. There... he saw his general king attached to his weapon, the end dug deep into the monster. He made a wild grab, fisting a handful of coat... and ripped them both off the beast, teleporting back to the spaces they had left moments ago. Electricity zinged through him as they went, and as he landed, one of those bolts from overhead tore through the shield to strike him with an energized zap. He lost his hold as he stumbled forward onto his knees, his entire body aching from the damage he'd taken. His muscles kept wanting to lock up, miniature zaps cascading through him, making his vision swim. Hand shaking, he dug into his robe for that berry he'd stashed there, shoving it between chattering teeth and swallowing it without much thought. The relief it brought left him gasping, unclenching muscles gone tight.
Eternal Sailor Attack: Dragon's Doom
An AoE attack, Fafnir blows out a cloud of sickly purple smoke that surrounds him up to ten feet in all directions. Those who enter or are within the cloud will see disease spread across exposed skin and feel their health and energy withering. The effect grows stronger the closer you are to Fafnir, so brushing the edge of the cloud may be uncomfortable, but being right beside him is almost intolerable. The cloud smells and tastes terrible, but while unpleasant, doesn't actually add to the effect any way but psychologically. The effect lasts as long as you are within the cloud, but fades with in half a minute of leaving it. The cloud itself lasts about 30 seconds before fading, and breathing does not affect the magic. He can use it twice per battle
Deep Space Sailor Tianyi Location: E10 Action: Using his magic to boost Muri, deploying pin! Total: 4 x2 (DSS) + 10 = 18 HP: 70 - 38 + 8 - 4 = 36
Tianyi stared up at the creature in the sky.
Perhaps he ought to have been afraid. Perhaps he ought to have quailed in its presence, feared what wrath it might unleash now that its full attention was on them. And the shield was crumbling, and its lighting stuck hard, and Tianyi winced in pain—
But they had others protecting them.
And there were those who could keep fighting, beyond what he could do.
A thought occurred. His magic let him command—perhaps it would let him command someone to keep going? Perhaps he could….he wasn’t sure. But he had to try.
So he turned to Murikabushi, and whispered his spell’s name, and looked his friend in the eyes.
“You will keep fighting, my friend,” he said, with all the certainty he could imbue.
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Sailor Scout Attack: Blossoming Order! Tianyi speaks the name of his attack, and in an eight-foot radius around him, a field of kerria flowers blooms. Those within the radius feel inclined to obey his words as they would a royal command, though this inclination can be overcome, particularly if the target is higher ranked than Tianyi or the order would cause the target to act against their nature or cause themself serious harm. Tianyi can use this magic three times per battle, and the spell lasts for 25 seconds.
It was getting closer, the foolish creature. Did it not see that distance was its ally in this moment, further from those that could only harm it in melee? For all the efforts that made it appear thinking, it was still just another beast haunting the cosmos, another rampaging monster to be contained or destroyed.
Their arm raised up instinctively to shield them from the lightning as they fell back to the ground, but as the sensation of being electrocuted never came they moved the arm. Curiosity was replaced with gratitude as the image of Remarque blocked the bolt, deteriorating before them as the energy burned up and away.
"I am in your debt, Prince!" They called down to the ground below. "When this is over, we shall discuss repayment!"
Telesto grins, reaching to their pack and withdrawing a fractured crystal. If the Calamitous Hollow was going to get closer, then they were going to meet them there. If their allies were going to protect them, then they were going to go the extra length to strike harder. With a measured gaze they focused on the area right above the Calamitous Hollow, the head and tail were too small a target to aim for, but its back was large enough to get to. In a swirling snap of energy they were gone for a moment before returning, now still falling but from above the beast.
One last quick motion before preparing to attack, drawing out the purple berry gift from earlier and popping it into their mouth. Better to die on a full stomach than not, in case this all went wrong; though they hoped for not, it was still too soon yet in this incarnation.
"Let us try this again!" Telesto cries, both hands tucking in for another attack. "Crushing Touch!"
It was good that they had aimed for the back and that it was a weaker target, as their strikes did not land properly. Both hands rushed forward, slamming into the creature's back, but the timing and angle proved faulty and quickly turned the attack away from full effectiveness. A scowl formed over Telesto's features as they fell passed the Calamitous Hollow, the fractured crystal warping them back behind the shield.
The attack had not gone as well as they had hoped, but a fight was won over many attacks, not just one.
Location: E10. Action:attacking the Calamitous Hollow with his magic and Almadel’s pin. Total: 9 +10 (third stage) +10 (Almadel’s pin) +18 (Tianyi’s buff) = 47. HP: 76 / 150 (95 – 38 from Calamitous Hollow general attack +6 damage prevented by Aberdonia’s protection – 15 from shield failure +28 from Elkurud’s shield)
Just as he’d said before, Murikabushi could do this all day. All night. Whatever the appropriate terminology was, he didn’t ******** care. As the Calamitous Hollow smashed its way through the shield and aimed its horrible visage on all of them, Murikabushi glared right back at its busted a** mug, refusing to let the ******** monster see him afraid. Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken, he told himself, calling to mind the words of House Martel.
I am the master of my fate, he told himself, refusing to be cowed by some jumped up space-worm with delusions of grandeur, I am the captain of my soul.
Or, such as the case currently was, Tianyi had temporary permission to be the captain of Murikabushi’s soul. Meeting his friend’s gaze, Murikabushi chose to trust Tianyi, to yield to the call of his magic and the kerria blossoms blooming around his feet. Rubbing at the purple diamond pin from Almadel—trusting that the merchant would at least not want his customer base destroyed, no matter what anybody could’ve criticized about his ethics or lack thereof in how he obtained his trinkets—Murikabushi extended an arm toward the Contemptuous Harold.
Briefly, he looked aside to Tianyi with a smile. “Thank you, dear friend.”
Then, he yanked his arm down as he’d done so many times before and called forth his magic, “Ravenous Hunger!”
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Super Sailor Scout Attack: Ravenous Hunger. Enemies within 15 feet of him are wracked with an intense hunger—the sort of hunger that gnaws at your insides, like you haven’t eaten all day. The craving can be for anything—food, drink, affection/intimacy, alcohol or narcotics, the answers to the math homework, etc.—and enemies are compelled to satiate it, but find it even more difficult to do so than they would expect. In addition to the intensity, this hunger makes them feel somewhat sluggish, making it harder for them to think, decide what to do, and see any actions through to completion, even those that they believe will satiate their hunger. Affected targets are still capable of acting and fighting back—though people may react to hungers roused by Murikabushi’s magic differently—but until the hunger abates, they will struggle. This spell lasts for 35 seconds, and Murikabushi can use it twice per battle.
Items Remaining:Almadel’s Pin (+10 to one roll), Almadel’s Berry (+15 HP)
Deep Space Sailor Elkurud Location: E10 Action: Protecting everyone in E10 with his magic, using pin!! Total: 9 x 2 (DSS) + 10 (Almadel) = 18 HP: 70 - 38 - 9 + 7 (Amateru) + 6 (Aberdonia) + 28 (self) = 64
Elkurud could feel Amateru’s familiar healing coursing through him. He smiled, wryly, gently slapping his fiancé’s arm. Of course he’d put everything Elkurud’s way; that was just who he was.
“Look out for the others,” he said. “I’ll be fine.” Truly, he felt good; as good as possible given the lightning crashing down on them. Still, he glanced around quickly—yeah, he was pretty sure his magic could do a lot of good here.
“Pigeon’s Resilience!” He called, and he felt his magic burst out of him—it hurt, a little, and made him stumble, but the feathers spun wide, to encompass everyone nearby.
Good. They would only do this together, and even if Elkurud was generally inclined to fists? He could make sure that he backed up the people that could hit harder than him, at his reduced strength.
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Sailor Scout Attack: Pigeon’s Resilience! Elkurud speaks the name of his attack, and a rain of pigeon feathers falls from the sky in a 6-foot radius. Allies within the radius find that they are more resilient against attacks, with pain and damage from physical strikes being reduced by 10% for the duration. This spell lasts for 25 seconds, and can be used three times per battle.
Dzhalindite was hit really hard by the magic in this last round. She was fairly certain she was going to end up knocked out very soon. She figured the best she could do would be to attack once more.
Character Name, Rank, and a link to their journalSuper senshi Vela Location: E10 Action: Using pin Attacking with magic Total: 9 + 5 HP: 33
Vela was frustrated they were trying to save the world but the energy here was powerful and dangerous. She didn't think they would be able to hold out much longer, trying to shield trying to fight, so many would fall soon.
