Penthesilea's grip landed, though not quite as accurately as it could have; Megrez was able to pull her arm out with some effort. She was thrown off by the roll, though, and she was left scrambling to where Penthe had rolled. In the haze of battle, she heard Thraen's words: 'We will not see each other again.' Lightning-fast, a thought flashed through her mind: He's wrong, we will see each other again, whether it's in the next life or in the Space Cauldron. There was, of course, no time to voice such an objection or allow the implications of such a sentiment to sink in. All she could do in this moment was laser-pinpoint her focus on the target in front of her and put an end to the monster that dared to take her friend's name.
She was aware that Thraen had thrown something, presumably to throw off Penthe's focus, and she took the cue to try to aim somewhere where Penthe couldn't possibly block the projectile or the weapon at the same time. There's an important artery in the shoulder, isn't there? I'm going for that, she thought, and did just that. To Megrez, it looked like Penthesilea was about to take a hit somewhere.
Ivynian
Songstress Kitsune
Let me know if the grab + roll combo wasn't what she was actually doing and I misread something.
Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 8:34 pm
Penthe snarled - the repetition of the accent it had taken her months to lose felt something rather like mockery, particularly when she was still struggling to get to her feet. She needed to get up - her magic didn't work while she was on the ground, and she needed it, between the two of them.
But there was no defending against the two attacks, and Megrez's towards her shoulder was more immediate - she could handle an injured hip, but she needed her arms. So she reached over to grab the girl's wrist, letting out a yowl of pain when Thraen's thrown knife struck its ******** you both, I'll have your starseeds and eat them!"
He'd tried to learn what ASL he could. It wasn't enough to read or comprehend the full measure of all the conversation just imparted in rapid, delicate flutters. 'They're door now. apart soon. Næryofjord and I time, you hurry. Tell him I'm light outside eyes. ride out. love you Promise me out.' Was only so comprehensive. It gave kinda an idea of sentiments, which were better reinforced by battle-salted kiss and a real favor given by a real princess.
"Heill þú farir, heill þú aftr komir, heill þú á sinnum sér, " The cadence was gentle, knowing she couldn't understand the words. It wasn't the point, compared to the feel of them said with easy smile. There was shouting from a corrupted in their midst, magic and Ida was gone. Næryofjord brought back his hammer, nodding to Hvergelmir his understanding.
Long strides carried to the usual exit, but not far away the earth looked to be moving and swathed in shivering grasses. and sounds of horrible breaking voices that didn't seem to have any bodies to give them. Senshi magic of some sort. "We'll want a different exit. The opposite side. "
No use wasting time, he immediately started for the other end of the tenting, or what ther ewas of it in the building smolder. Out and shaded his eyes.
Bluefire Dragonz
Hale go forth, hale return, hale on your ways
Shazari
Sylent Nyte
recognizing there's magic out there.
Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 8:39 pm
The attack had come without warning. One moment the auras around him had been Order, varying strengths but still and the next...
The next chaotic auras had started to imping on his conscious, not one or two, not even a few - no they pinged against his sense in what felt like droves. Athene had only felt this feeling once before, another time, another Order meeting - Order had taken heavy casualties then too, but the ghost of the Moon Queen had saved them, pulling the survivors to the ruins of the Moon.
There was no Moon Queen's ghost to save them now however and the surge of chaotic auras felt so much stronger, so much bigger - and Athene found that despite everything, despite his attempts and self-denials to the contrary he could still feel - he could feel dread.
He had managed to escape the canteen, a mixture of luck and his position being relatively close to the exit and he had heard the call to the Guard.
Yes that's my duty - as a Guard he had to hold the line, had to buy time so that others would escape. I have to hold the line.
Although where best to make a stand? Already the camp was full of chaos, the biggest of no puns intended. And then he remembered hearing someone yell something about the hospital, a part of him wondering whether there was something going down there, even as he started moving in that direction. His intention simple - to buy those there more time.
His boot hit the edge of something sticky and he automatically moved backwards. Tar? He was just in time to avoid the bone spire that came shooting out. Crap! And there was another puddle and then another puddle - almost like a trail. There was also a nearby Super Senshi who appeared to look lost. "You need to get to the hospital" he yelled out to her as he moved around the puddle, giving the tar a wide berth in case any more of those bone fragments came shooting out. "Something's happening there" hopefully something better than this.
He kept moving, calling out a last warning to her as he waded into the fray "And watch out for the tar!"
He kept to Eternal form as he moved, making the decision that he would try to point those those that he came across in the direction of the Oasis in the hope that that he wasn't sending them to their doom and at the same time do his best to buy the hospital people time.
Flames licked them all as rimlights, drawing everying in growing halos of red, but only Penthesilea looked good of the three of them for it. There was a sick-heavy scent that came choking on the smoke of it. Tendrils of thick black bad air and it was undoubtably tar. Tar means only Alois. I will not have to search far for him.
Megrez was doing admirably- knew the score and tactic. And bought him The placement he wanted of the blade buried. The job was half done. She doesn't recognize the placement. How thin in width, even so muscled, that 7 inches of steel should bite so deep. We never think knives deep as swords. You can't do it for yourself, Penthe, but I will do it for you.
As can be managed, warrioress. You are not kneeling, but you aren't standing. We have no sake, no washi, and this is no kozuka.
He moved forward, followed the attack in. Thraen reached to grasp the hilt of the combat knife again while Penthesilea struggled with Megrez and to drag it deep and across in the proper left-to-right if he could.
The backdrop of the camp's fires exploded in a rushing wave of bone spires. Keep pushing the knife. Mark where they flee. Cannot be so different from flowers. He must be towards the med tents over there.
Sami-Fire
Songstress Kitsune
Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 11:09 pm
This time Penthe's grip was more accurate, and Megrez found herself locked in Penthe's hold, struggling to bring the knife ever closer and inflict another wound. Even she knew that, in the end, the number of wounds made no difference. It wasn't like Chaos could be bled out. She needed to strike decisively, and soon, or she was certain she would never have a chance to send Penthesilea back to the ones waiting for her again.
Thraen seemed to have the right idea, as Megrez realized what he was trying to do: He's going to cut her open. "No," she grunted as she tried to unfurl Penthe's fingers from around her wrist with her other hand. "I need to be the one to..." In the heat of the moment, she couldn't complete the sentence. She had hoped for a somewhat cleaner end for her corrupted friend, something as "simple" as a stab through the chest, but she knew that every action was precious. She would certainly not allow her delusions to stop Thraen from being the one to put an end to it all. She helped, at least, after all; she had gotten Penthe in position for Thraen to try and deal the decisive strike.
Besides, it seemed that she would get her way in the end. Megrez was notorious for acquiring a terrible case of tunnel vision when she was focused on a battle, and only now was it occurring to her that there was fire all around her. Fire meant that she could burn the body, and burning the body would mean that her strange ritual to call upon the dead friends she had effectively re-imagined into valkyries would be complete.
One moment they had been having a meeting, the next the Negaverse was invading and in force.
Oort had managed to escape the canteen and into the chaos that the camp turned into as the Negaverse attacked and some of Order fought whilst others tried to escape.
Oort was in the first group, the red-haired super senshi wanting to take the negaverse down, wanting to get them back for killing his family.
There was a sudden sound behind him, like a crack and a falling Negaverser, the source behind it disappearing into the fray before he could even call a thank you.
And then the jungle rose, large and confusing.
He stumbled through it, only dumb luck making him miss the tar pool and lethal bone fragment with as he tried to head towards the burning 'pillar', using the thing as a beacon.
He never found the source. Instead he found Corrupted Eternal Sailor Cyllene instead.
Sylent Nyte
tossing Oort Cyllene's way as promised :3
Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 11:21 pm
[[CW: Death, gore]]
Penthesilea realized far too late that by occupying both her hands struggling against Megrez, she had made an ultimately fatal mistake. The red-haired Corrupt tried to twist out of the way of Thraen's knife, but in the position she was in, there was simply nowhere to go.
The blade sliced her open, and she let out a dying wail of pain. Her grip slackened, and yet she continued to struggle - hoping, desperately, to inflict some sort of injury on at least Megrez before death took her, be it from the bleeding wound or from the encroaching flames - she was not fool enough to think she could teleport in this state, nor even smitten enough to hope that Lellouch might rescue her.
Her struggles became weaker -- and eventually she could not maintain them at all.
Her hands uncurled from Megrez's wrist, and she closed her eyes.
"Byen mersi," she said, and for the first time in a long time, the Corrupted Senshi of War's speech was colored by the cajun accent that had once been something of a signature.
Whether it was a true moment of clarity, or simply the monster aping the woman for a last shot at her killers - well. She certainly could not answer.
"You've been saying that for years dear. "You'll have to forgive me when I say 'I don't think you will'." She spoke, only to hiss when Leto kicked her. Thin, spider web like cracks erupted from the epicenter of the kick and Lellouch covered it with her hand snarling. The temporary release of Leto might back fire on her later, but for now she wasn't too bothered by it.
"I know you can do better then this 'Princess'." Lellouch chided, staggering a bit as the ground shook and grass grew at a rapid rate. "If you want to kill me, then come at me. Stop hiding in the god damn grass. Where's that 'fire' I know you have. Or has it been extinguished? I've heard that you've lost it quite a bit in recent years. Your court is splitting up, some defend order while others still side with chaos... God knows they cant trust you. You're even dating one of them. How that fool made princess, I will never ******** know. It was a mistake if you ask me. That stupid little fool can't do anything right. The second things get tough Persephone runs and hides. Where is she now Leto? She can't even protect the one she 'loves'. Though that's a bit of a joke isn't it? What's that old saying? Who could ever love a monster.."
If Leto took the bait and jumped her all the better. If not? Well, Lellouch knew it would seep into her brain anyway. It wasn't like it would be hard to find her in the tall grass. "Think about it... When did she get close to you... White Phoenix wasn't she? A Negaverse Operation." ..Well sort of. "Persephone, is part of the Negaverse. She's one of my kind. Not yours. Persephone's been following orders all this time. Just like I sold my brother out, she's been faking those 'feelings' the whole time. She doesn't actually care about you. Why would she? You are the enemy.
A rustle to the side alerted to her some movement and Lellouch turned, bare feet padding through the tall grass. She was pleased to find the auburn haired girl curled up in a ball, hands covering her ears in some desperate attempt to keep Lellouch's words out. Reaching out, Lellouch grabbed the metal leg and jerked it hard. It didn't matter if the princess fell on her back due to the motion, because another moment later had Lellouch swinging it and cracking it against the Dark Mirror's skull. And when the girl crumpled, Lellouch once again grabbed a fist full of her fuku and disappeared.
That was that.
Sylent Nyte
Ooookay so I kinda... paraphrased what she was doing. I can edit that later if you want me too
Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 12:11 am
Eternal Thraen
Trigger Warning: Gore
Struggles slowed, Thraen leaned forward to press lips to her ear. " Go, seek some otherwhere, Jeanne, that such change grow in your breast to light some other sky anew. "
He could hardly note the tangled of viscera struggled out on her lap from a too-low smile. It was a red blanket to warm her, cool her by. WarFriend. War, friend. Stole them away, to the last. Even the last is here.
Thraen pulled back his knife, "We have no time to bury them, and to carry her is a risk. You might make the mirrors, Megrez, if you want to. Night has come."
He knee walked not far to Faust and drew up the black to cradle of the curve of spine and breathless belly. Limpid eyes open, no voice rattling his small rage. I can't hear a heart beat in my own breast, but I still walk, Faust. You cannot chide my tears now, but I would trade an ocean.
Thraen curled in a moment forehead pressed to forehead before kissing the scarred star. Follow the bones, Gardens. You cannot rest yet. There's no telling how many he's killed now, and you could deter at least three minutes.
He did not set the body down, unwilling to leave it near fires. Impractical. Illogical. Faust was not there. But out here there would be no finding him again if breath hollowed in Thraen's own breast. "I have to find a General King."
He started for where the bones seemed centered in grass.
Penthesilea's last words struck Megrez's heart. "Byen mersi," she said, trying to mimic that last tinge of accent from the corrupt's final moments. "She said thank you." At least, that was what Megrez thought she had said. Thraen's words of caution fell on deaf ears. "Fire," she said in a tone that sounded almost childlike in its simplicity. "I need to burn the body. That way Gunn and Megiddo and all the others will be able to find her and take her back with them." Did she remember Megiddo? Did she remember how close they were? Megiddo will be furious to see her when she arrives, I'm sure, but when they take her back, maybe they will forgive everything. Ec Tisia. The gratuitous fictional language was yet another indulgence she allowed herself in these moments.
Carefully, she began to drag Penthesilea's body towards one of the tar pits that appeared to be one of the epicenters of the flames. It was messy and putting her in a great deal of danger, but it had to be done. Had to. With some gentle nudging that nearly singed the egg senshi, Megrez moved the body into satisfactory range of the fire. Fire purifies... it's so familiar. I can hear Gunn's voice saying that now. Please, come take her, you and all the others waiting for me in the Space Cauldron.
Thraen had mentioned the mirrors. Megrez would get to them in due time. Though she had accomplished her objective and a keen sorrow pervaded her heart, she was not so sure she wanted to die here. She was sure she would find a more fitting end soon, and when it finally, truly came for her, she would not resist. Walking first, looking over her shoulder at the body, then running, she sought out the mirrors and mirror-walkers that would hopefully allow her to escape.
Ivynian
Songstress Kitsune
Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 12:52 am
Aludra laughed and blew him a kiss. "I’ll find someone for us to play with first." Then she was off, running past tents, jumping over the tar pits, nearly being impaled on a spike, oops. Bischofite was certainly working hard today!
There was death and chaos all around but she didn’t have eyes for any of that. There was no point in her bothering with something that had already started. No point in wondering who would survive. No point in wading into the jungle of grasses or the fire or… Aludra shook her head and then there he was, she’d found herself a target; an Eternal wandering through the battlefield.
"Hey you!" Aludra’s jump carried her alongside Athene and she was all cheerful smiles as she waved to get his attention. "Come with me please, onto The Dark Path!"
If it all went well she would lead her new friend back to Haumea to be picked apart.
litian
Aludra is comin' at you!
Eternal Sailor Attack: The Dark Path Aludra runs ahead. You can only follow the path she has made. You are in a dark forest, with wolves howling and creatures lurking ready to tear your asunder. Voices of those you are trying to forget call to you from the shadows. Sobs of those you failed to protect echo in the air.
The flower in Hvergelmir's hair, a token of Ida's love and friendship, was something warm she could carry with her when the princess's lips no longer lingered. Someday, Orah, someone will love you and stay with you as you deserve to be loved and kept. You deserve to know that feeling once, she thought -- but she had neither the time nor the will to drag her farewell out. Their tent had already been breached once, now. There was a need to hurry.
She would've liked a chance to say goodbye to Niflhel one last time -- holding the other entrance all on his own, wanting only the chance to save lives, to make a difference. It would've been nice, a farewell for a true friend. Or to see Chariklo again, or Cruithne -- but she passed by the lines for the mirror for only a moment on her way out the door, and neither of them were in sight. She saw one of the other Dark Mirror senshi -- she thought, based on her understanding of their court, that he might perhaps be Prince Remarque -- but in the seconds in which she passed by, it didn't matter which one he was, really. She caught his eye and mouthed the words 'thank you.'
(Without a tongue to do it properly, it read something like 'hank you.' That was close enough.)
Then their tiny respite was over; they were outside the tent again, the battle thick and grown messy around them. They could smell burning tar unmuffled now, feel the heat of flames in a few places. They could see unmoving shapes on the ground where their comrades had fallen.
One last task. One last run. She drew her distaff to hand, the broad golden antlers at its funnel twisting high over her head. There, hanging from one low curve -- just as it had, untouched for four years -- was the star-adorned shape of a spindle waiting to be used. She took it down, feeling the old, familiar fibers between her fingers: wide, loose roving at the top that tapered down into a fine, shining thread near the base.
She hadn't called this magic forth in almost four years, not since her injury. It was too dangerous in the city; it drew too much attention. Most members of the Negaverse would've remembered seeing the beacon at some time before; it would've been recorded in some file somewhere with her name on it for the benefit of the rest. It was difficult to forget. She was counting on that.
Her spindle dangled loosely from one hand. With screams ringing out around her, she tilted her distaff till it came to rest, leaning on her shoulder like a harpist drawing her instrument into place.
Be calm and slow. Don't waste magic.
She thought about things that brought her comfort. Næryofjord standing at her shoulder. Wind fluttering in her hair. A flower tucked behind her ear. Poetry, maybe, to keep time.
Ferlinghetti would do.
The world is a beautiful place to be born into, she thought: if you don't mind happiness not always being so very much fun. If you don't mind a touch of hell now and then, just when everything is fine -- because even in heaven, they don't sing all the time.
Where the fingers of her right hand grasped the top of the spindle, she twirled her wrist hard in the air and let go, sending the weapon into a practiced spin.
The air crackled, sizzling with the thick smell of ozone. Light sparked up the line of thread and began its dance up her fingertips, over her. In a heartbeat, the world was bathed in cold, searing white. She stood at its center, looking out. A great beam of light crowned her head as though she might be the Ghost of Christmas Past pulled briefly out of fiction -- then it crested into a huge pillar that speared upward into the sky, slicing light up into a tower that cut through the canopy of the trees overhead. It was bright, from a distance; momentarily blinding, up close. Above all, it was extremely noticeable.
The world is a beautiful place to be born into, she went on, if you don't mind some people dying all the time -- or maybe only starving some of the time -- (which isn't half bad, if it isn't you) --
Three or four seconds was all she needed; after that, she let the light fall away and raised a hand to Næryofjord's sleeve. Her last cruel command for a man who was worthy of so, so much better.
I love you, she thought, but give me all your memories before you were sixteen, and half the ones after. That had been the first thing she'd taken from him, the first time she had brought him before a Royal Knight and named the price for honor. And everything after that, it had all been the same behest over and over again: I love you, but wade through a river of blood for me, and carry me clean to the other side. Stain your hands, wring out your heart. Carry everything I ask -- all the sins of the world, carry guilt, carry sorrow: for you have strong arms, and I have need of them.
He had done it always, and smiled. He never haggled the price of what she wanted.
You have only one thing left to give me now, she thought, already curling her thumb downward in her palm to find the opal there that housed her summons, and I love you, and I will love you till your very last breath -- but I'm sorry, I will have that from you, too.
Light-footed as ever, the great caribou stepped down to the earth out of the air beside them. Hvergelmir mounted up first, giving Næryofjord time to cast his own magic and follow her up.
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Spell - Hvergelmir spins out thread from her distaff onto her spindle; light sparks up from the thread of her weapon and begins to cover her, illuminating her like a small, bright star, and also projecting a single, bright beacon of light into the air. This is useful as a defense mechanism -- looking directly at her becomes nearly impossible, and can cause temporary blindness if you try to keep doing it for more than a few moments -- and at this stage, the light is focused and powerful enough to shine a beacon high into the air that serves as a useful distress signal to nearby/non-powered-up allies. The effect lasts for up to 45 seconds total per battle, or as long as Hvergelmir can maintain focus, keep spinning her thread, and channel her magic. The easiest way stop the spell is to disrupt Hvergelmir from spinning her thread.
If your character is standing near the Medical Tent, they experienced 3-4 seconds of searingly bright light. If your character is in an area away from the medical tent, the forest stood in full daylight for 3-4 seconds. If your character is inside the med tent or any other enclosed structure, you're fine.
Bluefire Dragonz
fare thee well, sweet princess <3
Ivynian
throw a party~ invite seven or eight of your closest friends~
Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 6:04 am
Between the Cordial and the Princess of Comfort's magic, Chariklo felt almost... normal. To be sure, there was a horrible, gaping emptiness waiting to pull her back in, but for now, it was set far enough away that she could function. She managed a wan smile as Hver brushed her hair back and signed at her. Nodded in agreement. She'd keep the mirrors going until she dropped if need be. And she'd thump Ida over the head and drag her through caveman style if that was what it took to protect the Princess from herself.
Rousing slightly as Hver turned and moved a little away, she pulled her focus to Hugbell and reached out a hand in thanks. Overhearing her words about no offensive magic. Maybe she couldn't call down magical thunder, but she still had something valuable to offer.
"Princess, you're coming with me through the mirror. There are going to be a lot of scared little kids on the other side who could use some comfort. Probably a lot of adults too. Just need a minute to get on my feet..."
Whatever else she might have said was lost as a far too familiar voice broke the fragile peace inside the tent, only to vanish again after sending magical crows after them all. Still, Lellouch's interuption helped in an odd way to force focus upon Chariklo. Taking note of who was in the tent, she staggered to her feet and made a grab for Damocles' arm.
"Lance, leave her," she barked. "Help us instead. Help Remarque get people through. We can hunt down and skin her crazy ********' a** later, a'ight?"
She wasn't sure who exactly the Corrupt had grabbed and moved slowly back to Avacyn's body. Gently lifting the still form, she kissed the cold lips lightly and scanned the tent, taking in the growing lines of people streaming in. Saw Hver and Naer head for the other end of the tent. In a soft voice, she called out, "You two be careful. I love you."
She had a job to do. Walking over to Ida, she managed to angle her body well enough to kneel slightly and kiss the top of the Transcended Princess' head.
"I'll come back for you. Don't do anything crazy until I get back."
She straightened and headed for the mirror, Avacyn's body held tight. Raising her voice just enough for the milling people to hear, she began to issue orders.
"Anyone who can carry another person or two, start loading up. Use empty gurneys and load people up onto them. Two Dark Mirrors per gurney and we'll have y'all through in no time."
With that, she held her wife in one arm and reached out the other to the first tiny group in line, pulling them gently through the mirror to safety. Once on the other side, she set Avacyn down where she wouldn't be disturbed and went back through. There was a job to do.
"Next up!"
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Cruithne gave the fluffy cat a friendly smile and nod before putting a hand over her heart and giving Hver a nod.
"I won't forget him, I promise. Hello, Snowball. Just stay in here close to the mirrors and I'll be able to take you through once we've got all these other folks taken care of."
Lellouch's appearance startled her, but since she winked out again quickly, Cruithne shrugged the matter aside and moved quickly, trying to organize the line. Then, sneaking close to where Hver and Ida spoke, she caught the signed words about Mintaka. Why was she here if she knew she wouldn't be able to transform? Oh, Chariklo was not going to like that. And right now, the best way to keep Chariklo's fragile sanity held together would be to simply not let her know.
I know what Fai looks like, I can find her and bring her here, she thought. The idea of venturing out into what was quickly becoming an inferno terrified her, but she couldn't leave a friend wandering out there. Chariklo had Damocles and Remarque to help her ferry right now, they could spare her for a few moments.
She paused briefly before darting from the tent to bear hug the two departing knights. She managed a quick kiss to Hver's cheek, but had to settle for simply hugging Naer again since even on tiptoe she wouldn't have be able to reach his cheek.
"Be safe. I'll make sure they can't use the mirrors once we're all through."
Trying her best to smile bravely, Cruithne darted from the tent, narrowly avoiding a bone spire, eyes watching in horror as tar and fire seemed to consume the camp. She saw a burning body moving and recognized it for the Youma King. Breath catching, she ducked quickly, heading in the opposite direction, doing her best to stay out of sight. She had to move slowly though thanks to the spires and tar. She'd hardly be of any help if she got herself killed before she found Fai.
And speaking of... she saw a familiar head of white hair and hurried over.
"Failyn! Grab your friends and let's go!"
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Any escaping civilians or Order peeps with Mintaka/Failyn are free to tag along behind Cruithne back to the mirror ferries
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Grinning back at Aludra, Haumea paused in his chase, letting the young Corrupt work her magic. He had already lost track of some of his siblings in the mess of auras scampering about. Until he found them again, he might as well have some fun.
Darting around a tar pool with a bone spire sticking out of the middle, he frowned. If this was the work of who he thought, Haumea only hoped that the man would leave some playthings for him.
"I don't care if they're fun or not, Aludra," he countered. "Just as long as their starseeds are tasty."
Athene had been making his way in the direction of the medical tents when a corrupt aura flared on his left side.
It was close - too close and he turned startled...
Only to find him facing a wave from a young woman garbed in black and red and a cheerful smile.
It was in that moment that the magic struck. The magic was strong, green haired corrupt an eternal but Athene in this form was also an eternal and for a moment he tried to fight and then he heard a sobbed scream, an sound terrible in its familiarity - the sound his cousin had made when she had screamed at him to run and the magic had him, ensnared him as he turned to follow the green-haired corrupt.
Nobody tended to notice a catand especially not a small cat. Which is why when things started to get messy very fast in the form of incoming chaos auras , Liryn hadn't had too much trouble slipping out of the canteen.
He came out into fighting, darting about feet as he tried to make his way over to the medical tent - to the Oasis - having remembered from the small meeting that Ida had held just a few days prior that that was where some sort of evacuation was slated to occur.
It was easier said than done, what with the weird bone spikes in puddles of tar scattered about and the weird jungle that suddenly appeared but he kept going, whilst trying to trust that he was going the right way...
Then suddenly he came across something he recognised, realised that he was on the right track and even better there was Athene - they could go together!
But then Athene was turning, turning and heading in a different direction ignoring his mewed no as he followed a corrupted eternal garbed in black and red.
"Athene!" He mewed again. "You're going the wrong way." But Athene wasn't listening as he continued to follow the corrupt.
So there was nothing for it but for Liryn to follow. Athene was his senshi and he was Athene's cat and his duty was to protect - and if Athene wasn't going to watch out for himself - well Liryn would just have to do the watching for him.
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