Half-Youma General Larimar Location: Outside Action: Without intent to hold them in, Larimar's wings sat half-extended; Kaifeng making himself known had them flaring out as ze spun on zyr heel with a snarl. Was this -- oh, great, it was the ******** Page, wasn't it, the one who'd laughed -- now all grown up with a real weapon of his own, a Knightly aura of his own, awesome, <******** this.
Larimar took a deep, steadying breath, and held one hand out to Ram, palm up. No movement, yet. "Got it in one. What, do you want a gold star?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 04, 2025 8:08 pm
Corrupt Eternal Fafnir Location: Inside the back bedroom Action: Trying to negotiate the hostage release, now with back up
"Hestia. Mizuki. Turn around." Fafnir said, putting authority into his voice. It was at least warranted with Mizuki, considering her super status, and he hoped that Hestia at least would allow him the indiscretion.
"You'll forgive Faustite and I from doing so. I can't negotiate if I can't see you, and if he turns, he's likely to rip the senshi's head off." He spread his hands placatingly, even if there was very little of that emotion in him right now. Ice... all of him was ice... He had to be cold. Controlled. The appearance of the knight at the door was not lost on him, or the way the squire gripped her weapon. They'd have been evenly matched, more or less, save for Faustite. He'd hoped the offer to flee would have gotten them somewhere, but there wasn't time to dwell on it. He had to figure something else out.
"The senshi for the boy. Even exchange. We let you walk and pull all of our forces away from the window and the back alley, giving you a path out. You release your hostage, we release ours, Faustite teleports all of us away. Same offer as before, but... updated." Fafnir struggled to keep his words from clipping, to push down the tension inside of him so it didn't show in the lines of his body. The yellow woman had his full attention, even as her eyes locked on him.
It was his undoing, though. Too much focus on the senshi, and not enough on the man at his side, because suddenly something bright and shining was thrown from behind him. His eyes widened at the starseed, watching it turn end over end. Had Faustite... pulled someone's starseed...?
The influx of Order trying to get to the house wasn't entirely surprising, and Seraphinite watched the sudden rush of agents into the house... and winced slightly at the resulting... explosion? Magic was definitely being fired off, he didn't envy the crush that had to be in there...
Searching for a better way to spend his time, though, knowing it was a waste to just stand around waiting for anyone inside to try and run out... his gaze fell upon a Knight and senshi speaking. His brain whirled as he debated his options: he knew, of course, a Knight outranked him, and even a first rank senshi could pack a punch, depending on their magic. He wasn't really here to beat the s**t out of anyone, though--just delay, and distract, to avoid more people trying to stop the retrieval. He again considered his options, eyed those around the street and empty yards...
Unsheathing both his swords, he made his choice, letting out a long breath before pulling himself into the press of energy of teleportation...
...and reemerging right behind the Knight (Drombeg) and senshi (Aruna), quickly slashing at both with a quick X of both swords downward towards their backs. It wasn't fair play, as a face-forward assault would be, but he knew the drastically lowered chances with himself not only against two opponents, but one stronger than him--and the extra unknown of whatever the senshi's magic was. The more he could twist anything to his advantage? Of course he'd take that.
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Causes anyone struck by the swords to be injected with a poison that gives off a light burning sensation at the point of contact. The area around the wound forms "light cracks"--faintly glowing, lava-crack looking markings that last as long as the burning of the poison does. The cracks are a visual representation of the poison, though can extend further than the point of contact. The poison itself is restricted only to the point of contact, and lingers with the burning sensation for only 10 seconds. Should someone be struck repeatedly by the poison--after the initial effect has already worn away--then the burning sensation builds, akin to someone becoming allergic to a bee sting over repeated attacks.
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Posted: Sat Jan 04, 2025 10:35 pm
General Benitoite Location: Outside Action: Heading for, and joining, the front door crew.
Benitoite was used to battles, to all manner of thigns going on in different directions, and his head kept turning and eyes darting about as he took in what was going on as he came up to the front door of the house. There was a blast that went off almost at the same time as a sheild went up, some senshi's magic of course, and he saw arrows fly pass his head. Those arrows were from Chalcanthite, andhe would thank the man for it later, as he hoped they did some damage to someone. As people were in his way the blond was growling as he pushed his way into the house, moving around people to get in, he spotted a mauvian being attacked and one of Chalcanthite's own fighting back against a glowing eternal.
"s**t." That wasn't good...that was diving into the deep end if you asked him. With his spear in hand he headed towards the corrupt who belonged to Chalcanthite. "Picking a fight with an eternalll." Espeically one that was glowing - never smart. Lifting his weapon as he headed towards Ako and that glowing eternal senshi, he was going to rip those pretty little wings off that senshi, he found a sheild blocking his way.
Turning his weapon onto the magical sheild the general swung, hoping to put a crack in it and begin the process of bringing it down. Stormy eyes seeking out the knight behind this nuisance. "Just wait till I break your little sheild...I'm going to enjoy making you scream."
Inari's blood ran cold at that and she looked at the Corrupt in shock. "They....what?" It was clear that the order senshi had no idea about this, had no idea a hostage had been taken, and she was clearly not okay with this.
Taking a breath to calm herself, Inari glanced at the building again before turning back to Chrysocolla. "How can I help?" There was an earnest look in her eyes, wanting to help resolve the situation regardless of side.
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2025 5:04 am
Youma Ram Location: Outside Action: Growling at the Knight that dared approach them
When the Knight calmly approached Ram and Larimar, the former growled, lowering his head and getting ready to slam right into the Knight, until Larimar held up zyr hand in an effort to stop Ram where he was. For the moment.
Ram did stop and stood up again, but glared at the Knight who apparently knew Larimar, however the General did not seem happy to see the Knight. And Ram wasn't happy with the Knight either, but he had his orders and for now, he observed.
General Arsenopyrite Location: Outside perimeter Action: Taking in the situation, no fighting so far
Arsenopyrite was surprised that so few Order had actually come around. There were a few, which meant that the Order group inside had most likely sent out some sort of message for help, but even with their... disorganization this seemed comparatively few when it came to fighting large numbers of the Negaverse. He saw Benitoite and Chalcanthite moving in, more activity in the building he assumed, but decided to stay outside for now, in case more Order had decided to answer the call.
But if the group inside had told any of their own the Truth in that message, perhaps even most Order had abandoned them to their fate.
General Chambersite Location: Outside Action: Addressing Eveite, ready to fight if need be
Chambersite watched as the over-enthusiastic Corrupt ran straight into the building with no thinking whatsoever and he couldn't help but let out a sigh. She should have at least thought how much she could help before rushing straight in.
He could feel a few pricks of more Order on the perimeter, but they were comparatively small to when they usually fought Order. He turned to Eveite who was still on her tablet, apparently taking notes, and noticed a few Order had decided to come straight up to Agents. Some talking, one actually attacking. "If you're going to be on that tablet the whole time, did you at least figure out if they sent a distress signal? I would like to know if we should be expecting more Order to finally rescue their friends."
Captain Eveite Location: Outside Action: Not joining the fighting at all if she can help it
Eveite looked at the General, giving him a quick scowl before going back to her tablet and writing some more in it. "No, that's a Mauvian thing. Magical technology isn't really my specialty." As much as she would have liked it to be. Imagine what she could hack and do to the other side if only she knew how it worked! Unfortunately, only Corrupt Mauvians really could look into that possibility, and none of them seemed to be willing to attempt it so far that she knew of.
"Either way, I think we'll be getting out of this with the Corrupt that we were sent here to retrieve at any rate."
Before they had the chance to move, they had been spotted, and the Captain had come behind the both of them, swinging his weapon at their backs. Drombeg managed to turn around, but got hit on the side and arm in the process, and he could feel a burning sensation at the small point that the weapon had managed to cut through. It was unfortunate that Knights didn't have more armor than they did.
He had to ignore the pain for now, and moved to stand in front of the Senshi, shielding her as much as he could. "You are not going to get away with that." He hissed, swinging his sword towards the Captain and filling it with magic. His sight was still on the Captain as he said to the Senshi, "Move, NOW if you want to get away."
Drombeg swings his sword, and the target is surrounded by a foggy, dense forest that expands within a 10-foot circle as well as above. It’s hard to make anything out within the nature-filled area and the user is able to bump into trees, bushes, roots, etc. There is a way out of the forest, but if the player is less “virtuous” (aka Drombeg’s targets) then they will have a harder time finding their way as it appears that the fog will continue to follow them. Characters are able to find their way out, it will just take longer for whomever Drombeg is targeting. Other characters who are caught within the nature-filled circle and are not targets will see no fog and be able to easily find the way out. The magic pool lasts for up to 50 seconds and can be broken up into whatever increments he wants to cast, but only one character can be targeted at a time.
Grieve of Grieve Location: upstairs hostage drama Action: Snapping up the starseed, making Aelius's day a little worse before it can get better, retrieving Muri
Despite the force of the throw, the starseed was caught with a gentle, agile snap of the hand and whisked away into subspace to join several more, though these had long since gone dim. Something had set the ******** off to the point of seething, like Muri had ********' wronged him. Proving still further, that her friend just really had a talent for falling for whoever was most likely to kill him while crying.
The maid senshi turned around, because of course she would at an order from whatever rancid piece of power she attached herself to. Fortunately, this time it was somebody who seemed a bit smarter and calmer, willing to use words and common sense to get the job done. Of course, they'd probably kill her and hers right away. Separating herself from the boy in her arms pretty much left her without any leverage. Her group was outnumbered, out powered, the deadweight they had to protect was bigger and more cumbersome.
Worse still, these creatures of chaos were all killers, and Hy-Brasil and Celadon simply weren't. That was the entire reason for this whole ******** situation.
Figuring out the right angle to make a good deal and convince others to make an agreement to their disadvantage was never her strength, and when she had time she'd give herself a moment to miss a couple people whose strength has been at the table rather than in the field. But Grieve's was in the field and in those terms they were ********, so yeah, exchange, and then get the ******** away on their own terms.
"Deal."
The boy was abruptly spun around and thrown to the biggest physical threat, the General King of Smoke and Fire. But she hadn't missed or put aside that booted foot coming down on her friend's back, and so she made sure to drag her nails across that lovely, proud face in the process.
Even as she let go of him, Grieve lunged toward the body of Murikabushi, a large striped feather appearing in her hand.
Okay, fine, he realized that his bad mood wasn’t Albite’s fault, nor Mirabilite’s, nor anyone else’s. If any person here deserved the blame, it was Ilmari himself. He knew that. He’d reminded himself of that fact seven different times before making it to the gym yesterday morning. But—he had good magic. He had useful magic. He’d specifically said that he could go with Fafnir to retrieve Heliodor because his magic would help prevent Heliodor from getting hurt in any of the crossfire.
Albite just didn’t think that Ilmari could use his magic.
Didn’t think that Ilmari knew what to do in a fight. Didn’t think he could handle himself. Didn’t think he would make the team proud, or that he could help rescue Heliodor, or that he deserved to be here. And it could only be Ilmari’s own fault that Albite felt this way. He must not have been living up to his potential. Must not have been working hard enough, or doing well enough at his work. He couldn’t think of any reports he’d failed to revise on time. But maybe he needed to work faster. Maybe he needed to get Litharge or Vesuvianite or somebody to spar with him because clearly, he needed to prove himself and prove that he could <******** handle things—
Ilmari chomped on the inside of his lip, mechanically following Mirabilite and the other senshi, the one attached to General Borax (Tincalconite) as they moved to join some half-youma Captain whom Ilmari didn’t recognize (Carnotite). As Mira and the Captain started talking about some……deadpool? Or whatever? Ilmari mostly stood there silently, looking around at all the other Negaverse forces who had answered the call, watching them all ignore Faustite’s order that they not press too far into the building when he wanted to bring it down on people’s heads. While none of what he thought felt unnecessary, but Ilmari wouldn’t help anybody (least of all himself) by getting bogged down in everything right now, when he needed to focus on the task at hand.
Such as, for example, looking aside to spot a pair of would-be saboteurs (Aruna and Dromberg), and a Captain (Seraphinite) rushing in to handle them alone.
“Have fun with your death pool,” Ilmari hissed to the others (Mirabilite, Tincalconite, and Carnotite), still glaring in the direction of the alley. The Knight was swinging some pathetic looking one-handed sword, thus probably summoning his magic. Sure enough, a forest seemed to sprout up around the Captain in the green. “I’ve got another plan.”
Dead was ideal, yes, but stopping the little senshi and her big, stupid Knight from breaking in through the side? Considerably more important.
Nerves steeled and mind already made up, Ilmari rushed forward to join the Captain. This meant throwing himself into the Knight’s magical forest, but once within it, Ilmari didn’t find navigating very difficult. He didn’t see what the fuss about this magic was supposed to be, especially when other Knights could summon storms or spirits of the dead to attack their enemies. Tearing through the illusory woods on a mission to stop the Knight from using his damned magic, Ilmari readied his own. As soon as he had a visual on the Knight, Ilmari blew a kiss toward him, summoning his own spell.
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Basic Senshi Magic: Chaste Decorum. Ilmari selects a single target within ten feet and blows a kiss at them. Instantly, they feel a slight, illusory chill wash over them; the chill itself deals no damage. This chill puts targets in a chaste state of mind and resets them to a pure, unblemished state by cooling their passions, making emotions feel less potent, and urging targets to exercise restraint in their actions. This can be distracting and can leave enemies feeling dazed, stunned, or without any drive. These effects last for 30 seconds, and Ilmari may use this attack three times per battle.
Hy-Brasil, Transcended Knight of Earth Location: Upstairs (Front bedroom) to Stairs Action: Using her summons to back up Grieve and warning the stairs group they need to bail NOW.
“I think you’re right.” She said to Celadon, eyes never leaving the scene in the room
Things were happening fast. Too ******** fast!
What she hadn’t expected was the hostage exchange to turn into…this. She didn’t personally know the senshi being thrown around like a rag doll by Faustite, but it didn’t mean she didn’t worry for him. While the knowledge of what Muri did, being the one to bring this fiery General down on them before they were ready, wasn’t known. Hy still would not have wished the boy to be at the fiery monster’s mercy. ********! She could have done something sooner. Should have done something sooner, but instead she was stuck in a state of uncertainty. One wrong move could cost them lives and even though they may be evenly matched in numbers, Hy damn well knew they weren’t in pure power.
But when that black hand found its way into the space beyond Muri’s chest, grabbing hold of the boy's very soul, Hy's heart dropped. The starseed went flying towards Grieve. Thank <********> the Deep Space Senshi caught it. As soon as it was safe, not a half second later, Hy began channeling.
Grieve pounced for Muri, utilizing Drayson as a shield. A large white stag appeared to assist. His size meant he could dominate the room, antlers poised at the negaverse agents pressing them to give Grieve space.
“We need to get out. Now.” She said ot Celadon as she grasped her arm in emphasis.
She turned then and rushed down the hallway to the stairs boots hitting the wooden floor and stair treads as she rushed down into the mayhem below.
“ENCKE!” She hollered over the mess. “We need to get out, NOW!”
Her eyes flashed around at the order members there. ********.
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2025 3:12 pm
Celadon, Squire of Cybele Location: Upstairs Action: Mashing the dislike button, throwing magic at Mizuki
Celadon couldn't understand what she just watched. She knew — she thought — they were dealing with the Negaverse trying to get their senshi back. That Grieve was doing her clever best to keep them at bay, to stall them as long as possible, maybe so everyone could escape with their lives and they could reevaluate how to move forward. In truth, she wasn't sure what was to come next. She felt like she was captive to a movie where she could never guess the direction.
But now? Now she couldn't make sense of any of it. Couldn't understand how the Negaverse could plan any sort of siege like this if one of their highest ranked members threw a temper tantrum over a remark that the Eternal Senshi made and ripped out his starseed for it. That level of unhinged couldn't plan. It couldn't value life. Certainly it answered all problems with violence by the way he threw the starseed at Grieve.
She felt her heart stop when she watched it sail through the air. She winced, even as Grieve caught it. She trusted Grieve would know what to do with it, but —
What if she just watched her best friend's fate play out all over again? What if this overdressed high schooler on fire was the one to end Eileen with one of his thoughtless, snap decisions? What if most of the Negaverse were as ambivalent about the cost of the lives they palmed like cheap trading cards? Her grip tightened on her javelin.
The stag came out of her periphery, and for the briefest second, she thought of her Princess. Cybele would have expected this. This was the truth of the Negaverse that she tried to teach Celadon, but Celadon lacked the imagination to grasp it in full.
Grieve went for the senshi on the floor and threw Drayson like a weapon. Soon, Hy-Brasil was grasping her and she was being hauled toward the door. While Celadon didn't resist, she drew back her free hand where an ethereal javelin formed and she threw it at the Super Senshi (Mizuki) who had taunted the Eternal earlier. She prayed it hit, but she turned away as soon as the magic left her hand.
It felt wrong, abandoning Grieve like that. How was she going to escape? They would kill her —
But they were on to the next space, where more chaos than she knew how to process went down, and Celadon was struggling to come up with words for the tall, glowing senshi (Encke) that Hy-Brasil hailed so quickly.
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Celadon forms an ethereal, magical javelin in her hand and hurls it at a foe. If it connects, the foe becomes marked with a glowing Cybele symbol where the javelin struck, identifying them as a hunting target. The foe takes double damage from any physical and magical attacks for the duration of the channeled magic.
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2025 3:32 pm
General-King Faustite Location: Upstairs Action: Tossing the hot potato (Aelius) to his brother, Fafnir, giving orders
So that filthy yellow thing could play.
Faustite snarled with surprise and hesitation as Aelius was launched bodily at him. He had to catch him — had to risk burning a boy. It was with a wince that he caught Aelius by the torso, then threw him to Fafnir who could handle him without as much insult. In the process, he had to step off Muri to shift his weight.
Some piece of s**t deer came charging at them — some spell or construct — and its charge gored him against the wall with its antlers locked about him. His displeasure came in a khh spat between clenched teeth, and he tried to summon his weapon to cut the creature's head off. The shotel arrived dutifully in his palm, but he couldn't swing the blade. He realized, then, that the tip of one of the antlers gouged into his right forearm. Piss.
He could only watch the little horned wretch (Grieve), pinned as he was. Didn't matter that the yellow creature scrambled over the fallen boy like she did. They'd burn in this ******** pit together.
Some javelin was thrown into the fray, too, but magic seldom left any real damage. Faustite whistled for the attention of his team, then gestured with his left hand to rendezvous on the outside. Flame built and billowed in his grate as he prepared to blast the stag, the enemy, and the building altogether.
Aruna turned as Drombeg did, mirroring him and getting slashed across her arm and side as well. She felt pathetic as she cried out in pain, grabbing her arm. She shook her head and grit her teeth. "I can help! I'm not going anywhere!"
She stood beside Drombeg and stomped her foot, calling out her attack. "Rocky Sweep!"
Base Attack: Rocky Sweep!
Aruna stomps her foot and the ground beneath her targets becomes unsteady, as if it were eroding and they were trying to balance on sand. For the duration of her magic, targets will be pelted by a small, ethereal stream of baseball size rocks and debris sweeping towards them. The magical landslide can cause the sensation of mild bruises or scratches and targets will feel unsteady and have difficulties finding their footing. This attack has a distance of 15 feet in a cone in front of her and can be used three times per transformation. Terrain change lasts 30 seconds. The effects of the magic will fade when the magic ends, but players can choose to take lasting or more severe damage.
Transcendent Eternal Encke of Plasma Location: the ********> Hitting Ako and Pax and everyone else in the stairs with his magic, ET phoning home
He made his way back up the stairs, but he didn't necessarily expect to become a bit of a glowing target. Should've known better, to be honest. His gaze whipped over to a basic corrupt senshi as she cast her magic on him, whipping up a fire whirl he couldn't quite get out of easily. It burned, but so had everything else he had dealt with when it came to his own magic. A magic that didn't do that anymore.
And then there was the other corrupt senshi, a super senshi this time, reaching out to him probably in an attempt to add some other magic to this fire whirl. Encke needed to get out of this, and he needed to get them out of this, more importantly. Even if it came at the cost of his energy reserves. Could he reasonably--
And then there was Benitoite. Encke couldn't quite help the way his gaze zoned in on that b*****d down the stairs, the one who had been behind that theatre burning down in the first place. Of course, he was here.
Of course, the Negaverse would have all the dangerous elements in one place including that general-sovereign Faustite-
He heard Hy-Brasil shout over the din, and shouted back, "Yeah, getting there!" They needed to go. He met eyes, briefly, with a Cybele Squire who looked somewhere between wonder and terror, drifting his eyes back to the super senshi who had been trying to touch him. Encke had tried to roll out of the way, but the din felt like it was getting worse, and worse, and louder--
His mind was a string of curses as he tried to get his hand on his phone without fumbling the grip. These weren't ideal conditions, but at least he didn't have to openly declare some phrase pleading to his home comet in the interim.
There were some things he could do to distract, though, and before pulling the metaphorical equivalent of an escape rope as the magic faded, he looked to Ako and hissed, "Hope you also enjoy burning."
Encke pulled his phone out, pressed his back into Solaris, hooked a leg near the Ganymede page, wrapped his free arm around Halle's middle--get them out his a**--and hissed, "Grab who you can!" as he positioned himself close to Hy-Brasil and Celadon before hitting the button to get at least some of them out of there.
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Eternal Sailor Attack: "Cometary Burn!" Encke points his finger out towards the target. An ethereal comet flies forward, the tail of the comet detaching as it does. The comet slams into the ground at the feet of his target. This creates a shockwave in a fifteen foot radius, potentially knocking people off balance. In the meantime, the air heats up, and a blast of plasma from the detached tail spreads out to fill that radius. It’s hot. It’s shocking. It burns. This attack causes the sensation of second to third degree burns to his adversaries for 45 seconds, with the potential for lasting damage. (Usage: Once per battle. Duration: 45 seconds. Range: 15ft radius around the target. Weaknesses: The shockwave doesn’t discriminate, and anyone except Encke within the radius can be knocked over by it.)
Passive Enhancement:Plasma Generator - Encke's passive enhancement taps into his deep relationship with his comet's energy sources and his own magic. He's gained the ability to mirror some of the elements of his own magical source. While active, Encke's form is surrounded by a static fuzz much like touching a plasma ball; imperceptible to the human eye, the odd sensation, while not harmful, can make someone's hair stand on end. Time in his sphere may cause a harmless (though annoying) static zap when touching anything metal or another person.
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2025 10:14 pm
Aelius (Eternal Corrupt Senshi, Heliodor) Location: Upstairs (Back bedroom) Action: Being a hot potato, Telling Faf about his pen needing to be retrieved (In duffle in front bedroom)
Seeing Muri on the ground, under Faustite’s boot unmoving as his starseed was pulled came as a bit of a shock. Aelius knew the order senshi had created ties with Faustite and others on the team. Was it all choreographed like a beautiful dance or had something happened?
He couldn’t mull that over long, not with the starseed practically flying at his face. Grieve didn’t miss a step though. The blunted daggers that were on his neck disappeared to catch the delicate item that was Muri’s soul. No sooner was it caught that Aelius felt two things at once. One, the sensation of being physically thrown was a terrifying when he knew it was impossible to catch himself and two, a sharp pain that raked across his face like a blunted razor.
Another problem became quickly apparent. As relieved he may be to to free from Grieve, he was in Faustite’s hands! He expected the burning sensation where the boy caught him, but the half-youma was quick and passed Aelius off again. He didn’t feel anything from those hands. Likely, his coat took the brunt of it and the touch had been a brief as Faustite could manage.
“Fafnir.” Aelius was, absolutely relieved to be in the hands of someone who wasn’t going to hurt him. “Thank ******** you all came.”
Chaos continued to erupt. Was that a…a DEER? It was big! Where had it come from? And Faustite was pinned against the wall from it calling for retreat.
“Wait. No. My pen. In my duffle bag.” He hastily told Fafnir, raising his voice to be heard over everything. He feared it would be left behind unsure what that would mean for him. He needed that damn thing and if he knew Faustite the building was going to be charred to cinders in retaliation.
Corrupt Eternal Fafnir Location: Inside the back bedroom Action: Getting out with his brother, trying to get Faustite or Hestia to get Aelius's pen.
Horror ripped through Fafnir as Aelius was thrown at them, the senshi's ******** claws tearing across his brother's face. He jerked as he reached for him, but it was Faustite who caught him, holding him only long enough to shove Aelius towards him.
Is he okay? How bad are the cuts? We have to get out of here... The thoughts tripped over themselves as he wrapped his arms around the slender frame, scooping up behind the knees and back to lift him completely off the floor. A low, bitten '********' came from his lips at the mention of the pen. They needed it if Aelius was ever going to power up again... but they didn't need to be shouting that out when there were so many ******** Order assholes around... If they didn't know he was a senshi, they'd figure it out quick if they realized what his pen was.
"Faustite!" Fafnir called out, pausing only long enough to turn towards the General King. Transform Pen. He signed at him with one hand, circling with a lifted forefinger and then pinching fore and thumb together with a wiggle to mimic writing. It was particularly unfortunate that Faustite was a little... distracted at that moment. Hissing in frustration, he lifted his voice over the din.
"Hestia!" The corrupt called, trying to get her attention. Get Bag! He signed one handed this time, miming grabbing something by closing fingers into a fist, and then turning that fist upside down, like holding something with handles. He prayed she understood, hoping against hope she'd picked up enough to understand. He'd put in intensive time to pick up ASL as quickly as possible, but he'd had a driving reason to do so. He had no idea how much the rest had picked up.
And they had to go... Faustite was already throwing off heat enough to beat on his skin, and what came after that was not something any of them wanted to stick around for. Hoping the other senshi got the message, Fafnir gave up trying catch any one else's attention and finally tore himself away, teleporting both him and his brother straight to the infirmary in the Dark Kingdom. He prayed someone had gotten the message, but they'd just have to deal with it if they didn't. Maybe they could dig through the ashes afterwards... who knew how much a henshin pen could survive.
The important thing was that he had his brother back, and was taking him to safety.
