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 Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2015 10:51 pm
Hyperborea is in B3Hyperborea felt her life return to her body. She opened her eyes blinking as the world came back into view and she saw that her savior had been Hvergelmir. "Hver you...thank you. I owe you my life." She said her voice weak and horse. She noted that the older cosmos knight had moved her away from the fight to an area with roses.
She sat up and tried to survey the field. It didn't look good, everyone was busy fighting their own battles and Ploutonion was facing a general and the captain that had ripped out her starseed.
No one can help him, they're all busy and Hver can't interfere in the fight. I've got to help, somehow. She thought as she struggled to her feet. Her body felt heavy and weak. She really just wanted to lay down and sleep but she knew that wasn't an option right now. Her legs were shaking. She summoned her bow. "Plou, I'll save you." She said more to herself than anyone else. Shazari I assume that's the correct location, let me know if I'm wrong
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2015 3:47 am
Namaka is in B6 with Jet
Justice. Right. Sure. It was insanity. She barely had time to flinch before the boy's fist was introducing itself to her face. She felt it connect solidly with her cheekbone and for a moment, saw nothing but white and flashing stars. Staggering slightly, she struck out blindly, trusting to proximity and using his voice as a guide.
With a whispered "Dentricle Dam," she struck out at him, aiming for where it sounded like his voice was coming from and hoping for a connection. Punch thrown, she staggered back a little as her vision cleared. Cornered knights be damned, she was not going to stay here to let some crazyass white boy murder her in increments. Hopping back a little more, she threw the pinecone at his face, taking advantage of what meager distractions she had available.
She wasn't proud of what she did next, but given her already swollen shut eye and the sting of the multiple tiny cuts already inflicted, it was her best option.
Namaka ran. Darting through the trees, taking advantage of those few precious seconds until she was clear enough to slow down and escape from the seething mess of auras in the park.
Namaka is out
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Haumea is in E3 with Methone and Mont Blanc
Oh sweet s**t! The last thing Haumea had expected as he stood gloating over his little victim was for her to fight back. Or rather, he hadn't expected her own attack to take such a form. Only the fact that he'd been bowled tits over a** by the wind she'd summoned kept him from being completely blinded by the accompanying light.
And even that couldn't completely protect him. Scrambling to get to his feet and blinking furiously, trying to get his vision to clear, Haumea was suddenly very aware of just how vulnerable he was. And judging by the rapidly approaching aura, the girl was about to have back up. ******** hell...
"Pretty and formidable," he murmured, doing his best to play for time. "I think I like you. I'm sorry I didn't bring my ward with me. You two would have such fun together."
Why hadn't he grabbed Eris and forced her to join him? It would have been back up and entertainment rolled into one. Ah well. Maybe another time.
Vision finally clearing, Haumea blinked again, eyes watering and made himself smile at the other senshi before offering a tiny bow.
"Well, we've established that we can hurt each other. Now what, pretty girl?"Guine Good job, Jet. You made the little bunny run and hide. XD
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2015 2:38 pm
Etamin is in D2 with Falias Free to Engage Etamin started laying on the punishment on the youma.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 8:11 am
A sudden pulse of Chaos was the only precedent to Laurelite's arrival; she had watched from a distance and taken her time to step in. She didn't mind lingering on the outskirts, observing what she could. Watching who fought, how. Mentally sorting the weak from the strong. She might have liked to take a few minutes more to watch how things panned out, but Umber's attack on Ploutonion was not gentle enough for her to feel confident taking her time. "There you are," she said, and though she seemed to speak softly, her voice echoed. "I was looking for you, my little Knight." She placed a hand on Umber's shoulder and with that alone lifted him from his target. "This one is mine. If you feel the need to fight, take it elsewhere. My business is far from over with this one." A smile graced her features, and a spark of excitement was barely concealed behind it. She was not gentle with him, she did not give him warnings. He wanted this, and he wanted a show, and she would play her part well. Laurelite plunged her hand into his chest even as she moved to pull him to his feet. It was a sharp surge, like icy needles leaving a fiery trail through his blood. She pushed Chaos into his veins, his muscles, his bones. She pushed until his starseed was full of it, until she could see the changes. The General Queen looked at him proudly, if only for a moment, and then held him up like a trophy. Her strength was waning; she would not be able to last for much longer, but she would not leave until she was assured this effort was not wasted. "Let it be known," she called loudly, ensuring her voice carried to the furthest corners of the battleground. "The Negaverse will have no opponents in days to come. The fate of all will be either assimilation—or death."
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 9:13 am
Laurelite's arrival was something of a relief. Umber was brutal, and there was a part of him that sort of suspected the General-Queen had just saved his life. Or saved him from serious injury,m at least.
At least Laurelite was a showman in her own right - lifting him up off the ground was an excellent dramatic touch, which he probably would have complimented her on were he not busy continuing the act.
This was the first time he'd had his starseed handled for a long period, and it wasn't exactly difficult to take the actual pain and channel it into more faked fear.
"No," he said, and it came out panicked, "no no no please --"
Up until she actually started corrupting him, he had been acting. But the one thing he did not have to act was the scream of agony that ripped from his throat without any prompting. He had thought he was prepared for the pain of corruption, that nothing could be worst than Umber's hand in his back mere seconds after becoming a Knight.
He had never been so wrong.
His wand, which he had irrationally held onto this entire time, slipepd rom his fnger,s and shattered against the ground.
But something else frormed in its place. Something cold and sharp and deadly.
When it was done, the newly-minted Negaverse captain collapsed at Laurelite's feet.
It was done. He was remade. And Rhys Banner was gone. All that was left was a traitor Knight.Quote: PLOUTONION HAS BEEN CORRUPTED -- feel free to make your exits!
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 9:31 am
Whisler had stiffened when the General Queen had come into the picture. He had frozen, his mind gone completely elsewhere when the youma and such were being summoned, and honestly, he was lucky not to have gotten hurt during the fray. But now…now there was just nothing that could be done.
His magic pool was completely drained…why hadn’t he just grabbed the squire and run off like his gut had been telling him to do…
Now look what was happening.
A place inside of Whisler was burning, as he watched the General Queen lift the squire up and plunge her hand into his chest…it was almost as if he was feeling what it must have felt like when he had been corrupted initially. And it wasn’t something he liked…not one bit.
As the squire let out a scream, Whisler shook his head, unable to take it.
As the new Captain was shown…Whisler ran. As fast and as far as he could, until the sounds of the night had slipped away. There was only one thought going through his head.
I failed. I failed and I’m a failure.
There had to be some way to right this…but tonight…nothing was going to be fixed…tonight…everything had gone to hell.
He had failed.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 9:45 am
Ganymede is in D4!She collapsed against Valhalla, her vision momentarily going black along the edges, but she blinked it away and hung on to stubbornness to keep her conscious. She'd done more harm to herself using her Eternal magic more than once than any General or youma could hope to do to her that evening.
“No,” Ganymede said, but it was weak and she could not struggle. “We can't leave. Not yet. This isn't over yet.”
Perhaps not for everyone else, but it was over for her, she simply didn't want to admit it.
No sooner had she heard the sound of Chaldene's voice and the sound of Valhalla calling for Athene did Ganymede sense that large mass of Chaos energy that heralded the arrival of a General-Queen. She knew what it felt like only too well; it was a crushing, suffocating aura that took her breath away.
Suddenly it didn't matter that the half-youma General was there, or that Amphitrite was so close. All of that faded into the background at the sight of Laurelite plunging her hand into the chest of the squire.
“No!” Ganymede shouted uselessly. It was, after all, too late. “Laurelite!!”
She didn't have the strength for another attack. She tried to dredge up something within her, some spark of energy that might made a third attack possible, but there was nothing there to draw from. She was unable to stand on her own two feet unassisted. There was nothing she could do to change the outcome, as much as she would have liked to place herself between the General-Queen and the squire. Instead, Ganymede could do nothing but lean heavily against Valhalla and watch as the squire was pumped full of Chaos.
Ganymede's face grew wet with frustrated tears which she scrubbed away with her glowing palms, her gaze still locked on the General-Queen. She attempted to take one step forward, pulling away from Valhalla in the process, but she fell to her knees with a hoarse cry.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 9:53 am
Aquamarine is in C2 with Harmonia!He didn't anticipate the tackle. Aquamarine was pleased with himself, assuming his sword would hit its mark, but no sooner had he planned his attack than the Senshi was all up in his personal space. Then the world tipped backwards, and Aquamarine found himself with his back on the ground.
Air wheezed out of him this time. He coughed as his lungs ached, sucking air back in as soon as he was able. He struggled beneath the other Senshi, twisting around to get a knee between them in an effort to forced her off of him when he rolled to the side.
Panting for breath, the arrival of the General-Queen came as a relief.
He smirked at the Senshi, though he'd yet to climb back onto his feet.
“There's no use in fighting anymore,” he told her. “You efforts to save the squire have failed. Now he's one of us. Leave or you'll be next,” he warned her.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 11:27 am
Chaldene is in D4!He'd been waiting to see if his attack would even affect the half youma General, he had no idea if his magic would work the same on them as it did a normal officer or a normal youma. That however was ended abbrultly as he felt such a massive amount of chaos that he felt his like something heavy were resting on his chest and pushing air from his body and compressing everything within him. "A General Queen..." He whispered having a clue of what they were but never having seen one.
His attention turned from the scene he'd just been involving himself in and refocused onto the more important scene. what he saw, and heard, brought a shudder from him as he witnessed what chaos could really do. He had never seen a corruption or what it did, how it worked, and he wished he'd never seen it as he witnessed it now.
Looking over to Ganymede, about to ask her something, he watched her legs give out and without a thought he ran over to her. Still fresh to the fight he had enough energy to make it to her side. "Ganymede..." Was she ok? Was that what every corruption was like? If so why did anyone join - ever?
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 11:54 am
Etamin is in D2
Etamin felt the wave of Darkness. He heard the scream. There was nothing more he could do now. He turned and walked mournfully home. He wanted to be alone.
Etamin Exit
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 12:37 pm
Glitnir and Cor Caroli are on the edge of D3 looking at events in C3!Cor Caroli had managed to wriggle away from the youma that had knocked him down before, and he began scrambling towards where Ploutonion had been dragged off to. He almost made it when a massive pulse of Chaos bombarded his senses, stopping him dead in his tracks. He recognized this feeling from the incident at the gym: a General-Sovereign was here. And sure enough, Laurelite appeared. It did not matter what happened between her appearance and the crucial moment; all he knew was that her hand was in Ploutonion's chest and he could do absolutely nothing about it. The Squire's scream shattered something in Cor Caroli's heart, and he opened his mouth to scream as well, but nothing came out. He was stunned into silence. A brief flash of a dingy cell and a pink-haired General-Queen filled his mind, along with those feelings of meaninglessness. Would Ploutonion experience that horrible nothingness, too? The thought was horrifying. Before he could do any more, he felt himself being grabbed from behind, and that shook the scream out of him. He heard Glitnir's voice. "It's too late! We've got to get out of here!" "No!" The words poured out of Cor Caroli. "No, I can't leave him here! I have to-" "If we hang around, she'll corrupt us too! Come on!" Glitnir began pulling Cor Caroli away, only to be met with great resistance. "It's. Too. Late!" At that point, Cor Caroli completely lost it, flailing and wailing Ploutonion's name as Glitnir dragged him off despite his attempts to dig his heels into the ground. After a little while, he would escape Glitnir's grip and run off, only to return to the scene of the crime when everyone was gone. He would be feeling the loss for a long time, he was sure of that. Cor Caroli and Glitnir EXIT!
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 3:00 pm
Hyperborea is in B3Hyperborea felt the horrifying chaos aura wash over when the General queen decided to appear. The aura was crushing, Hyperborea felt like it was actually choking her. She fought down the urge to run and hide and pulled back on the string of her bow. Even someone as powerful as this general queen would need to see, maybe if she could just blind her long enough she could get Ploutonion away from her. But as she drew back her bow string no arrow appeared. Her magic was drained from having her star seed pulled out.
She let the bow fall from her hands and clatter on the ground as she watched in horror as the general queen sunk her hand into the squire's chest. "Ploutonion!" She screamed as she felt the bright aura of the squire change into the dark and twisted aura of a captain. The auric shift made her feel sick.
She felt tears rushing down her face as she dropped to her knees in defeat. She had failed him, she had failed someone again. "Plou I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She continued to repeat in whisper.
Shazari feel free to spirit her away
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 5:19 pm
Harmonia didn't waste time when she realized that she and the Lieutenant were both on the ground. She rolled to the side and was scrambling to her feet when she felt that things were about to go horribly wrong. The arrival of the General-Queen was not something that Harmonia could miss. The oppressive aura was like a beacon that drew Harmonia's attention in a terrifying way. She was practically stunned in her half knelt position as she watched the woman grab hold of the squire and plunge her hand into him. She knew all too well how it felt to have someone touch your starseed but the amount of chaos she felt radiating from this woman was just incredible. The squires screams had Harmonia shaking her head in disbelief. She'd never seen a forced corruption. Hell, she didn't even know it was possible! But here it was happening right in front of her eyes! Tears welled up. "No. No." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she watched in shock as the gentle looking squire was changed. The voice of the Lieutenant that she had been facing didn't even cause her to take her eyes off of the scene in front of her. She heard him all too well. His voice was the only thing she could hear. Everything else was tuned out. She didn't say a word as she slowly rose to her feet before glancing down at him. Her eyes still glistened with tears and an obvious look of fear was there. Without saying a word she turned and ran. She ran as fast and as hard as she could from the scene.
[Harmonia Exit] Sunshine Alouette Annnd Harmonia out. Poor dear. XD
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 6:23 pm
Severat things happened in rapid succession. Had she been more involved in any of the proceedings, Hvergelmir might have missed some of what was transpiring -- but as it turned out, being a noncombatant meant that she had not just a front row seat, but the luxury of watching what was happening. Hvergelmir supposed that was what she'd gotten in exchange for giving up the luxury of being able to do anything about it. First, and relievingly, Hyperborea came snapping back to life. Hvergelmir gave her her breathing room as she came around, not wanting to smother her when she might need air. At the sight of the young squire trying to push to her feet, though, she gasped -- and Hvergelmir held out a hand not quite fast enough to catch the other Cosmos knight as she went stumbling determinedly forward, hoping to interfere. This was horrible. Like this, she'd be killed, trying to fight when she'd just had her starseed replanted. "Hyperborea!" Hvergelmir called out; but too late. Bigger things were happening. It was then that a hand drew Umber aside from his assault on the Saturn page. It was then that Hvergelmir finally saw her, the General-Queen that the Saturn page had mentioned. She was petite, all in greys and blue-greens, almost delicate-looking -- but so much more dangerous than she was delicate. She was great and mighty and terrible and destructive, a devouring force standing among them. All of this and more was advertised by the sheer weight and malevolence of her aura, especially so very close up. Hvergelmir's fingers automatically went to the inside of her hand, to find the inset stone on her summons ring and assure herself of its place, at need. Her attention did not seem to be on Hvergelmir, however, or on Hyperborea. For whatever reason that she'd chosen this Saturn page as her quarry, she seemed determined to finish the hunt she'd begun, no matter how meager his rank. Hvergelmir wondered what the young page had done to garner her ire in such a fixed way. Having met him only briefly in the past, the Cosmos knight couldn't hazard a guess. No, the General-Queen and the page of Saturn were away in their own little drama, their own tragedy. Hvergelmir watched as the General-Queen put a hand through the front of the page's chest and into his torso, then fell still, then crackled with channeled power. She winced against the force of his agonized scream, shielding her eyes instinctively against what felt like the air buckling under the stress of so much energy. There were tears on her face. All around her, the rising stench of dozens of crushed roses. She thought she heard more anguished screams. All she could bring herself to do was watch the General-Queen and her dark work, the helpless page being warped and repurposed into a Captain of the Negaverse. She watched, and tried to understand how the universe could allow it to be so easy. So unwilling. It was a cruel unfairness. Laurelite, someone screamed distantly -- and then she had a name to go with the face. General-Queen Laurelite. Not Apatite -- no clues as to what she looked like, yet -- but Laurelite would be hard to forget, after this. Hvergelmir wasn't sure she'd ever be able to. It was Hyperborea, again, that drove her to act. Hyperborea who was still too close for comfort, too ready to engage in a losing battle. She was out of energy and magic, a sitting duck for the Negaverse -- and, inconveniently the next closest knight to hand, now that Laurelite had dispensed with her original prey. She was in danger, if she didn't get away from there, fast. Hvergelmir dismissed her staff and summoned Eikthyrnir to her with hardly a second thought. The great caribou was what was most needed here, now: there was nothing more they could do. They had lost. She was on the caribou's back and bearing down on the Cosmos squire within seconds. Hyperborea tried to draw back her bow, fairing to find any arrow, and Hvergelmir worried this would draw Laurelite on her in a flash; "Hyperborea, don't!" she called out urgently. Leaning sideways, she reached out to grab onto the back of Hyperborea's white dress, knotting her fingers into the fabric and pulling upwards with all her strength -- and in a moment she had Hyperborea lifting off the ground, safely within her hold. Eyes fixed warily on the General-Queen, wide and staring, she urged Eikthyrnir into a leap -- -- and then, abruptly, the two knights and the caribou were gone, as though neither of them had ever been there at all. A faint shimmer of starlight fell through the air where they'd just disappeared, then it, too, faded away. Aurelius Ambrosius aaaaaaaaaaaaand poof, we're out~!
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 8:35 pm
Methone is in E3 with Haumea
Methone watched him blow over and made a wide smirk back at him, though his attack still burned.
"Your compliments are much apperciated there Handsome." Methone returned, patting her arms from the marks. "I'm pretty popular with your side. Must be my eyes." She fluttered them at him but couldn't help the sinking feeling down in her gut. Too popular with the negaverse would make her more easily targetted for their attacks.
Or corruptions.
"I think we take our leave of tonight handsome." She suggested, already moving back. "Maybe next time we can do better then kisses and hugs yes?" She nodded and turned, regardless of her back being opened.
Her goal at the moment was the saturn knight she knew so well, grateful to see him. "Monty." She grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the park. "We're gonna leave right now."
DaisyMilk Tits over ******** a** I can't even... FrayedFlower I'm just snagging Mont Blanc to make a run away
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