Location: A8. Action:attacking the CH, and some other emotional things perhaps. Total: 3 +5 (second stage) + 16 (Industria’s buff) = 24. HP: –8 / 125 (17 – 26 from CH’s general attack +15 from Almadel’s berry – 14 from black lightning)
As Industria graced him with her magic, Cryptomelane thought that he could get used to this. Taking a knee beside her and Ympe, he gently brushed some hair off her face and kissed her forehead. “I will take the utmost care, my dear,” he told her, and he meant it. And as an idea struck him, he held his velvet gift bag out toward Ympe and added, “Keep this safe for me. And protect Industria.”
He waited for Ympe to nod and chitter in affirmation before leaping up to attack the Calamitous Hollow one more time.
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Items Remaining:Almadel’s Pin (+10 to one roll), Almadel’s Berry (+15 HP)
Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2025 1:28 am
Eternal Corrupt Albite Location:A4 Actions:Attacking Herold/Jormy's Weak Spot In a Rage!! (Tail Area Specifically: Spike notch mentioned by Helio!!! How he wishes he could rip out it's spine nezha style~ Alas!) and Slapping Mau Stickers On It's a**!! (Because why the Hell not!! He's throwing hands and so he will because he can!!) Hp: 48 - 19 = 29! Attack: 5 +10 (Rank) 15 Roll:5 (Roll pg 90)
Albite watched as his entire team; staggered, winded, bleeding through burn damage helplessly, all while pissy black sky tendrils seemed to rip through them nearly one and all. As if space and time had no meaning in a place made of emptiness and space painted shards—
If a second and third strike skirted around Fafnir's lithe form just long enough for the elder dragon to unsheath another round of sickly, purple tinged strikes—- and took Tincans knees — trust Hestia to jump into nurse mode even while slicing the beast down to its atoms.
The Maus!!
“Magnus?! Tama!!!” The way his gaze darted to a fading Tama; their Senshi of a cat, how wrong it looked to Albite for Tama to revert and fall; a cat that never should’ve kneeled to anyone — not even a world ender — not even death!! And the soft apology preceding the moment stabbed at something soft in his chest, something cracked open and peeled apart not only by the gut-punch of watching others fall. Or even the crackling razor of boiling copper, charred caramel, burnt hair and flesh that touched his own senses as the lightning finally caught him too, twice over, aggrieved by his presence.
It all paled in comparison to the agony — the grief — Oh, how it all seemed like small pinpricks of a problem in his dim periphery awareness — when compared to the brutal assault of feeling Haymitch ripped so suddenly away — from his shoulder — from his hands — and there was no body to catch on the way down. No soft furry form to cradle safely away in his chest.
“Haymitch—-“ Words hollow over Mizuki's wailing, over Borax asking for a berry for his own subordinate. Over Helios recounting of his final try to connect and glean them, ********, anything of use from the sky freak!! “Hayby—“ a weeping echo, wrenched wrong with rage that swelled with unshed tears. The gasp he swallowed, threading his fingers through remnants of nothing while; as if from a far away place, watching Litharge and Zuzubee go back into the charge.
His gaze slid from the gathered team to the skies, from his beloved husband (get up, get yo, ******** it firebrand get up!!) to his bitter enemy — and the Albite moved; fast for his size, black tendrils alive across his skin, frenzied and famished and aimed on the one target and that target alone.
‘I’m sorry—‘ he thought at Ilmari, useless as smoke on the breeze, uncontaining of nearly enough meaningful substance. He was— for manifesting death-destiny with his loud mouth, for how he wished he’d trusted Ilmari’s obvious capability more. From go. From the start. ‘—except in all the ways I’m not.’
Because of course? If he was honest with himself about being as truly as sorry as he wanted to be? Then he wouldn’t have done it at all, wouldn’t have said it. Wouldn’t have meant it all as he was saying the words so casually careless as a child throwing stones in a lake just to see the pretty ripples. He wouldn’t be so focused on doing something so thoughtlessly insane—-
Auburn orbs fixed on the serpent above, his magic writhing wild as it crawled down his aching, lightning lanced forearms, snapping whip-quick towards a familiar-to-him implement. He’d used it but once-- a crude child playing with a deadly toy of which he understood little but was fascinated by all the same; the double edged danger, the power thrumming within its pitch metals —— and how his boy had told him all the ways he hated the thing. That it was a hapless butcher's tool.
‘An ugly, curved thing made to reach behind someone's defenses. To put holes in their lungs or their limbs and let them die badly. a warning of tyranny.’
The ways it felt better, always, always, always to be able to use one’s hands instead of any other sort of implement—
And ******** it, Waru agreed!! Right up until he didn’t. Right up until now. When all he wanted to do? Was butcher the floating n b*****d that had dared to touch what was his, to mail, and take, and punish.
His world.
His people.
His planet!
‘My Mauvian!! My bonded!! My beloved kitten!!’
‘I didn’t ******** forsake all of Praxidike and it’s endless, relentless, nag-a**, incarnations just to watch the universes least ******** worm eat it all!!’ A line of rapid-fire insanity that lived in the same, twisted, cloying vein as many unhinged others. ‘No one eats my husband, but me.’ ‘No one kills my Hayby.’ ‘Hurts my daughter.’ ‘My loves’ ‘My loyal, brazen, perfect team’ The way they dribbled off his rather smooth gray-matter and pooled instead across his tongue as words he wanted to speak, and syllables he wanted to slur into better promises and less stable oathes.
He was running even as he was snaring the blade from Faustites supine side, wrenching the thing free with tendrils lashed to himself; silken magic snapping like open, toothy jaws around a burning hilt, before he was disappearing in a blip of energy.
Higher and higher and searching—— turning old teleportation momentum amidst the wonky gravity into new momentum as he ripped through void folded over onto void and space torn open into space for what Helio (who had paid in agonies writ upon his scarred face, that had cost his favored bluenette his sharp mind. All the ways he wanted to kiss it better but—-) had stated was a weak point.
‘It’s using the tears to travel—‘ Searching for an end without beginning, a ripped open sore of an old wound carved free by a timeless sealing spike. ‘So let’s pin it’s a** here — just us and Harold — forever and forever and forever!!!’
lizbot
Hestia
strickenized
Faustite + Niter
Seiana_ZI
Borax + Fulgurite
Amor Remanet
Ilmari
Kolina
Helio + Magnus
a-disgruntled-dragon
Litharge + Haymitch + Mizuki
amasis
Tincanolite
Shiningamisgirl
Albite
meighei
Tama
whimsical blue
Fafnir
Daekie
Pax
Items + Attributes + Magic:Listed Below
Pouch Items: Used the Pin. Used the Berry. Wearing the Bracelet.
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Inside each bag are three items: A tiny pin with a purple diamond; it is roughly the size of a dime and can be attached to any fabric material. - Attaching to Collar. A round, purple berry that was firm to the touch and smelled sweet; it had a soft skin and was roughly the size of a cherry tomato. - Saving in Bag in Subspace. A bracelet that demands to be worn; something about it compels you to keep on your person. It is simple silver but has a multi-faceted, raindrop shaped gemstone charm dangling from it. The teardrop shaped gemstone has a silver glint to it and might have appeared clear if it weren’t for the swirling white mist trapped inside. Energy hummed inside these crystals–harvested, stored. Waiting to be used. There is a familiarity about them, though it may be hard to place. The Negaverse might feel as if it is a strange summoning, a call to arms. -- Wearing It.
Player Distributed Item: Motivational Mau Stickers!
Sheets of emotive Mau Stickers with encouraging sayings made by Haymitch under Albites artistic direction (or lack thereof): the cats all have varying colors of stars, stripes, and attire. They seem to vaguely resemble the way Albite might describe a magical cat, if you squinted sideways at one while hanging upside down. The stickers claim to be 110% motivational! The glitter never sheds! THE GLUE LASTS 10,000 YEARS! In truth, the stickers are simply decorative and may brighten ones day with their silly yet effervescent speech bubbles full of good words and the wiggliness of their googly-eyes! Any claims that they brighten lights on lamp posts, make dull mirrors extra shiny, or improve ones mood for hours at a time are simply placebo and balderdash---
Unless you believe!!
And sometimes -- in Destiny City -- isn't belief what's needed most?
Fractured Crystal - USING TO GET THERE (Jump + Teleport + Fractured Crystal = ******** this thing in particular! IT KILLED HIS MAU!
A palm-sized crystal shard with dark clouds and a black tar that swirls inside of it; it has faint cracks along its surface. A fragment of the crystal from within the strange pocket dimension during the 2022 Star Festival. The user must hold the Fractured Crystal in the palm of their hand and slash through the air. Once per day they can tear a rift in space and pass through it to another location. While you may pass through immediately to your destination of choice (on the same plane of existence) you may also get trapped in a strange, dark dimension. This between-space is full of an oppressive air and a dark, sticky tar like substance covers all surfaces. There seem to be untapped amounts of energy here, and characters that drain energy may find this a surprising advantage while gathering energy. Time seems to pass strangely in this weird dimension and while you may feel like you’re here for up to two hours at a time, you may actually be gone anywhere from a few minutes up to an hour. If you are sucked into the strange portal, you will always be deposited at your location of choice afterwards. In rare situations, up to one other person may be sucked into the strange space as well as the wielder, but they will both be stuck in the between space and will feel significantly drained by the time they come out the other side.
Combining and Burning Through Some Magic Remaining total atks to burn 4
All of Albites tattoos appear to tear from his skin, lashing him to his three nearest enemies. They weigh like chains, and can squeeze to the point of bruising. The magic in the tattoos creates the feeling of being choked and beaten by a heavy hand; giving an opponent the sensation of being driven down and short of breath. Albites opponents can still move/fight, but remain bound to Albite until the magic is ended, or the bonds severed. The tattoo tethers are still magical and so can draw no blood. No physical or lasting damage is done, unless the target’s player wishes it. The illusion ends after 25 seconds. In which the bindings vanish along with the sensations. Range: 15 Feet Duration: 25 seconds Number of uses: 1 Number of targets: 3
Super Sailor Scout Attack B:Lash of Retribution x2!
Albite’s tattoos appear to tear from his form, lightning quick, and lash out at his nearest opponent like mindless rabid animals. The magical bindings crack loudly through the air, creating a startling warning noise, just before they coil and yank across the opponent like an angry living whip. The player feels as though they've received a mild rope burn (pick body part) for up to thirty seconds, though no physical or lasting damage is done; only the very uncomfortable mental sensation of such, unless the target’s player wants to sustain any lasting damage. The whipcrack loud noise prior to the attack striking serves as warning so the attack can be dodged. Effect: Instantaneous Range: 6ft Duration: 30 Seconds Usage: 3x Times 2nd use + 3rd Use = 0 Use Left! Targets: 1
Combining Weapon + Magical Binds
Borrowing GK-Faustites Shotel: With Player Permission! Using in an attempt to stab brutally with his magic whips! (Slingshot sword? Slingshot sword!) Blackfire Brand
;; (Weapon Enchantment -- GK form only) Range: N/A Duration: 15 seconds Use Count: N/A Miss Chance: The weapon does not make contact with the target Effect: Targets cut by Faustite's shotel will manifest a scathing brand on their body (in a location that's up to the player). The brand will burn the target heavily if the target attempts to use any magic. This burn is akin to having their starseed grabbed or squeezed. The brand likewise affects their magic in a manner that is left up to the player -- it may block their casting altogether, it may tweak their magic to be more chaotic or uncontrollable, it may cause their magic to attack allies instead, etc.
Illyria's gaze widened at the onslaught that the Calamitous Hollow seemed to be taking, and still it was not falling. Ida's hand finding and gripping hers was a reassurance that Illyria needed for the few brief seconds of peace and calm before everything started back up again. Her gaze was wary of all the lightning strikes that seemed to be falling around their group but by some magical means, nothing was threatening the group of aliens or herself and Ida's small group.
The appearance of Procyon though was a cause for concern. Illyria's ears went back for a moment at the overall state that the Super Senshi was in before she picked up on a sensation that she was coming to recognize. Briefly letting go of the hand that held hers Illyria moved closer to the distraught senshi of Liminality before attempting to pull him into a comforting hug. Her words were soothing, "It's okay. We'll get them back. They'll be okay."
Even as these words left her lips Illyria could not be one hundred percent sure that it was the truth but she had to believe it. The closeness to Procyon though had confirmed her earlier suspicions though. She pulled back and spoke quickly, "Procyon, do you remember the lantern festival and the service I provided for you back then? If you are amenable, I can do that once more...here and now; but we need to be quick. Let me see your henshin pen."
Hopefully Procyon would recall the night that she had upgraded him to his super senshi stage.
Sara Draconia
Procyon
Whimsical Blue
Ida
Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2025 6:01 am
Character Name, Rank, and a link to their journalSuper DSS Procyon Location: F3 Action: Upgrading? Total: N/A HP: 40-26+ 15- 16= 13hp
With Ida telling him to stay close and keep going, he really wanted to, but there hadn't been much he could do, it felt like, after seeing the others start vanishing or falling unconscious.
As Illyria pulled him in, he let out a little sob and hugged her back. She had to be right, she just had to. He wanted this to work out, that they had all worked together and everything would work out just as it had each time he had helped the other senshi like himself with purging the chaos from their worlds.
He'd starting calming down when Illyria pulled back abruptly and brought up the lantern festival. For a moment, he hesitated as he pulled out his henshin. Where he had felt what she'd mentioned before, after he'd helped others, this time it was harder for him to tell. That tiredness and hopelessness were gnawing at him, and the lightning had hurt so much. But she had to be right, and if she was that meant he could maybe do more to help.
"Yes, I do. Please, Miss Illyria, I want to help them more. We need to bring them all back." Speaking quietly as he offered his pen, he focused on the fact that he'd keep fighting and keep helping just as Miss Ida had mentioned.
They were winning. It was slow but what battle ever went fast, truly? The creature was moving slower, it was growing smaller. They only needed to keep at it and overcome the creature. They could do this!
It was moments like what followed that reminded Telesto that the most dangerous beast was the one fighting for its life. Their eyes watching as the clouds gathered around like a cocoon, briefly worried it was going to emerge and something new and worse. The rip of lightning blasted towards Earth, the pull on heart strings for the brief attachment Telesto felt towards the planet. It was not their home, the Mirrorspace did not need it to survive. It was where they had been born this incarnation though, and so many others. Did that not mean it was special in some way? This little part of the universe, something unique and needed to be protected. Needed to be cried over.
Tears were for later though, if they came. Something new had happened, the dark cloud had emerged. Telesto wasn't sure what the cloud was or why it had come, but for now it seemed against the creature and that was all they needed. The ally of the moment was better than fighting alone, even if they were the enemy tomorrow.
"Cover!" They shouted as the Calamitous Hollow came crashing down from above, arms going wide in defense as the shield broke.
It had fallen, it was closer now! They had enough for one last use of their magic before it would be too much, but it was on the ground and this was no time to give up!
As lightning rushed out from the creature, they rushed forward again, heading for the scaly hide. By whatever grace of the universe or muscle memory, they managed to avoid the blasts and get in close once again. They watched as they saw Hybris disappear in the blast, a sorrow filling their heart as a comrade was lost. They were gone for now, but they knew they could return at least; who knew what strange magics awaited deep within the Mirrorspace.
"One last time," they mutter as their hands come in close, preparing for the barrage. "Crushing Touch!"
Their magic wraps around their hands, grabbing at the Calamitous Hollow as they slam palms into its side, each strike working to draw and press in at the creature, trying to hold them for longer so that others could add in. Another stream to add to the river, to drown the creature in the collective power of them all.
Gently taking the pen from Procyon she could tell just how much of a toll this battle had taken on the young man. It was almost as bad as what it had been like after the battle for Daedalus' home world. Taking a quick glance at the sky above did Illyria begin to silently concentrate. The tool at first refused to do anything. It just lay flat on her open palm. Maybe Procyon wasn't the only one who had taken a toll in this battle. Even if she appeared less singed there had been a lot of worry for those around her.
No Illyria. Don't focus on them right now; focus on Procyon. You have sensed his starseed is ready for more power so do something about it. The pen isn't being stubborn; it's just an inanimate object. Focus.
Tuning out everything around her for the smallest fraction of time Illyria concentrated only on the emanations a cat could sense and tapped into that. She allowed her gaze to narrow on Procyon's pen before she began to gently 'nudge' the internal workings of the device into compliance. A faint glow surrounded the pen before Illyria gave one last mental shove to the object.
It had only taken seconds but Illyria felt as if eons had suddenly passed as she handed Procyon's changed henshin pen back to him with a slight inclination of her head. She once more embraced the distraught senshi before whispering in his ear softly, "you've come a long way. It's time to take your power to the next level. Listen for the phrase that will be on the tip of your tongue and speak it aloud to bring about your new form. Congratulations Eternal Procyon, I'm very proud of you."
Character Name, Rank, and a link to their journalSuper DSS Procyon Location: F3 Action: Upgrading! :3 Total: N/A HP: 40-26+ 15- 16 +25= 38hp
Watching as Illyria worked, he was just as amazed and fascinated by the process as he had been the previous time. He had done a lot, helped a lot of people, and done his part for everyone he could, even if he still struggled sometimes.
But hearing the reassuring words, he nodded firmly, and a small, determined smile started to bloom over his face. Just taking a step back, out of habit more than anything, as he focused on that phrase that felt so close now.
"Proycon Eternal Star Power, Make Up!"
It was time to do more, help more, and make sure everyone could keep moving forward towards a better future.
"We will get them back, just like you said! I know we can." It still might be hard, might not be something any single one of them could do alone, but he was going to keep fighting for it and keep trying.
The relentless onslaught of attack from both the Calamitous Hollow and the army battling it had caused a great deal of damage–to everyone, and everything. The Calamitous Hollow roared furiously and it echoed like a great, metallic screech.
It was smaller now, and it seemed like it had finally made the decision to escape. Black lightning was almost constant on the field, and while some blasts seemed to fizzle into nothingness before fully manifesting, other strikes were so horrendous that they severed the space they struck. They were catastrophic and unpredictable–the last throes in a losing battle.
And all of it was a distraction.
While it gave the illusion of a great attempt to lay waste to all who stood in its way, it swam through the air, searching for unseen currents to build its speed. There was some effectiveness in it; the faster it moved, the more current it built up. The more energy it discharged.
The winds picked up, swirling in a chaotic vortex.
The Calamitous Hollow darted towards the clouds–
And the electric shield of the six spikes lit up the sky.
The creature fell to the ground, twitching and wailing, clawing at the sky, the ground, them.
It rolled from its back and onto its belly as it stared them down.
Sparks gathered at its mouth, but nothing came.
Its energy was spent.
Its eyes, milky white, were half-lidded.
The lightning was relentless, and there was no telling which strike was lethal and which was harmless. They all looked the same.
They had subdued the Calamitous Hollow. All six spikes held, and the prison was fully in tact and visibly charging itself.
The Calamitous Hollow was all but defeated. If left to its own devices, things would be as they were before.
It would shrink. It would weaken.
This time, the prison would hold.
Except, they were trapped here, too.
There were no doors. No windows. No Senshi Phone connection, no Knight Oaths to carry them through the stars. No teleportation. No mirrors to summon.
The Calamitous Hollow watched them, chest heaving with fury and exhaustion. When the lightning struck it, it seemed to restore itself, just a little at a time.
The lightning was no threat to it. In a few days, months, years, maybe it would be at full strength again.
But they wouldn’t.
One by one, they would fall, to lightning, or starvation, or the wrath of the Calamitous Hollow.
The prison would hold, now and forever.
Maybe they saved Earth.
Maybe not.
Was it worth it?
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The Calamitous Hollow has been defeated.
Everyone managed to do 3287 damage!
THE CALAMITOUS HOLLOW 0 / 20,000 (?) HP
The beast has neither energy nor strength to launch further attacks. It is smaller now, and hovers limply in the air above them. Unlike before, it no longer seems to have a purely physical form, and attempts to interact with it will prove to be as uncomfortable as being struck by lightning. While it still appears solid, anyone who comes into contact with it will find that it seems to be made up of only pure electricity.
It is exuding a great amount of energy, but efforts to gather it will result in uncomfortable sparks and electrical discharge.
This may be some new trick of the creature, or it may simply be its latent state.
Either way, it does not seem like it can be killed by force alone.
But then, maybe they already knew that. The Moon had not found a way to kill it, only trap it–and so, once again, the Calamitous Hollow has been imprisoned. And so have they.
Lightning is still striking the area; it is player choice if they wish to be struck by it. Some lightning is uncomfortable, enough to feel like a tingle over their skin. Some will strike with such ferocity that it will leave strange, snake-like markings across whatever skin they come in contact with. These may be temporary or permanent depending on player choice. If struck by the black lightning, immense damage will occur; this is enough to knock characters unconscious or cause other extreme damage.
Players can still choose to knock their characters unconscious if they wish to experience the Dark Star prompt.
But–they need to start planning for this new reality–you defeated the Calamitous Hollow. You don’t know if you saved Earth. You’re imprisoned here with it with no clear way out.
Oddly, though, the strange red gemstones have started humming in subspace. Anyone who found one of these in Almadel’s pack will be aware of a sudden, demanding presence; it will manifest before them. Whether their owners have been imprisoned with the Calamitous Hollow, or passed into a ghostlike state, or if they are witnesses to the Dark Star, the gemstone will glow red.
And if they look closely enough, they can find them all.
The lights are faint, like a lamp in the fog. They can see the gemstones glow from beyond whatever veil separates them, flashing in steady, rhythmic pulses.
And, so do the bracelets they wear.
Small tears, windows between worlds, and universes, remain from the battle. They are hardly windows, and they are closing, but for now, it is possible to see through them, faintly.
Twelve gemstones were recovered and were in the possession of Chariklo, Illyria, Selenga, Neryn, Constantinople, Weissite, Abzu, Valhalla, Orcus, Benitoite, Chrysocolla, and Narcissus.
And a thirteenth stone glowed.
It is far away, a pinprick in the sky. It is faintly visible despite the thick, dark smoke that has swallowed up Earth and the Moon.
A wispy red mist connects the red stones. They are all chained together.
But, the bond was not perfect, and every second spent waiting was another second it spent deteriorating.
The gemstones are already fogging over and losing their lustre.
The electrical prison is shrinking, steadily. The Calamitous Hollow will, too. Perhaps, the cage will crush them all together, until there’s nothing left of anyone.
But, perhaps there is a chance to leave.
All characters are keenly aware of the presence of Almadel’s Bracelet, and if they weren’t wearing it before, now it is calling to them. There is a thread of hope yet remaining.
Almadel’s Bracelet - A simple silver bracelet that has a multi-faceted, raindrop shaped gemstone charm dangling from it. The teardrop shaped gemstone has a silver glint to it and might have appeared clear if it weren’t for the swirling white mist trapped inside. Energy hummed inside these crystals–harvested, stored. Waiting to be used. There is a familiarity about them, though it may be hard to place. The Negaverse might feel as if it is a strange summoning, a call to arms. Order might feel as if it is a chance for new opportunities, an open door. The Dark Mirror Court might feel as if it is proof of a dream, something almost within reach. The Vanguard might feel as if it is of a fond memory, an echo of home.
Things may manifest differently depending on where your character is:
If they are still conscious in the prison: If your character attempts to engage with the Calamitous Hollow, they will be struck by a bolt of black lightning that does 30 damage to them. If they are unconscious in the prison and in a ghostly form, they will feel like a magnet is repelling them from the Calamitous Hollow and they cannot interact at all. Whether they are corporeal or not, all red gemstones glow vibrantly, like beacons. They can see a few distant gemstones from outside of the prison, but it doesn’t feel like they are looking at something, they are looking through it. A wispy red trail flows from one red stone to the next, like a chain connecting each of them. They are where they need to be. If they are witnessing the Dark Star: The red gemstones glow like faraway stars. Here, your character is alone, in a vast and endless universe. It might feel like they have been here for a moment or an eternity. But, like an itch in the back of their mind, they feel the gemstone before they see it. It’s like a foggy haze, far away and otherworldly. There is no path to walk on, but if they will themselves to move, they can. There are faint red sparkles, like a broken, wispy path is just in front of you. Scattered, weakened, but there. They can follow it if they can focus on it. Almadel’s bracelet is a guiding light, and even if they cannot move themselves, the bracelet will pull them along. They don’t know where they are going, but it feels like drifting through ice water. Everything around them ripples–except for the distant sight of something red. If they are in possession of one of the red gemstones, they will feel a sort of stability, but they too seem to be moving along the wispy red current as they hold their gemstone. They are not where they need to be. They need to to move.
It is possible for anyone who has fallen unconscious to return to their body, whether they are witnessing the Dark Star or exploring as a ghost. They may have a difficult time seeing, and the galaxy will take a few hours to fade from their eyes. All characters will be able to return as of the next prompt as well. If their body has dissolved, they will feel a strange tingling sensation; the bracelet on their wrist has come to life, and it is as if it is piecing them back together one cell at a time. There is a bright, warm glow across their skin as they return.
Debris is scattered across the prison; they must be here, and in physical form to interact with it. There are scales of many sizes; some are as small as a quarter and some are as large as three feet wide. Characters can collect up to one large scale, and multiple small scales if they like. It may be possible to collect strange artifacts that have fallen out of the strange, multidimensional rifts, if you submit a plot approval (if you have submitted to acquire IC RP Items/Permanent Accessories/Enhancements, it will be through this method). There are still small tears flickering, but very little is visible; most of these tears are strangely dark and it is difficult to see what other world lies beyond them; if they attempt to pass through, they will be struck by forceful black lightning that repels you.
Characters cannot join after this prompt; this is the last time to bring your character in. However, all characters that join must have been KO’d. While characters can OOCly join as late additions, ICly they must have arrived immediately prior to this post. You can write them in any space.
You can move to any location without movement restrictions; you no longer need to travel only two spaces at a time. Players can also utilize this google doc to log their character’s location for easy reference. When posting for this prompt, please use the following form:
[b]Character Name, Rank, and a link to their journal[/b] [b]Location[/b]: (Choose one square, A1-I10) [B]Action[/b]: (Post a brief summary of what your character is doing; this includes actions as well as who they are interacting with)
A log of HP and damage is tracked in this spreadsheet; if the information looks inaccurate or is missing something, please let Kyu know so it can be updated! It is fully updated at the end of every prompt so effects will include all boosts that have occurred in that square. Modifiers have a note in each box to explain numbers but please reach out if you have questions!
When a character reaches 0HP they can no longer roll any dice. They will find themselves detached from their corporeal body. They will fall into what appears to be a catatonic state to those around them; their eyes will turn dark and glassy and seem to reflect a distant galaxy, or players may choose to have their character appear covered in sudden, violent black lightning that seems to totally evaporate them; they will disappear from sight. How this appears is player choice and only IC flavor text ; OOCly your choice will not have any difference. Once a character reaches 0HP, either by dice or by choice, they will be able to travel the battleground freely but they will only be able to interact with others who have reached 0HP. They can see what is going on around them but cannot interact with anyone who is still active.
Or, they see the Dark Star.
Unlike any part of our universe that they know or are familiar with, the Dark Star is a unique anomaly. It is not of this universe, and when you look at it, you know.
It is an immense black star. Looking into it feels like trapping your soul. It hungers, like the Calamitous Hollow, but there is something so immensely terrifying, so captivating, about the Dark Star that it is impossible to look away.
A searing purple energy bubbles around the Dark Star, mingled with pure white light. Giant clusters of crystals swirl in a ring around it slowly. There are no other stars beyond this one, only darkness.
The surface of the Dark Star is cracked, if you can stand to look at it for long enough to see. Purple lightning dances across the surface, but the star itself is so immense. You’ve seen the Calamitous Hollow.
What else could the Dark Star have birthed?
Why does it need Heralds at all?
There are few, if any, who lived to see this sight. You are among a rare circle.
But then, maybe you’re not living, either.
Maybe this is it. The end. You’re trapped here. You failed. You are here, alone.
You couldn’t save Earth. Who can save you?
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Page 8, Page 22, Page 31, Page 49, Page 61, Page 71 Location: H9 Action: With Laon’s unconscious body, very distressed. Would appreciate any help and he promises not to bite (this time).
Oh, Laon was so cute. There had never been anyone as perfect and patient in all of Arawn’s life. And that had nothing to do with his degrading memory. He felt comfortable around Laon, and even when they’d first met, Laon had been someone he could depend on. Who would have thought that shy teenager would actually turn into someone Arawn depended on so fiercely that even their fates as Senshi seemed to be pre-determined.
Even though Laon didn’t smile, Arawn could tell that he was surprised, which brought a small smile to his face. Sure, they might be stuck trying to figure things out with Remarque and the others, but it wasn’t as though they had anyone but each other to worry about, anyway. It had been them against the world for so long, that even if there was not a world left, Arawn was certain they would be okay if they had each other.
Or at least until whatever was eating away at his body took him. But Jett was getting him help, and while some things didn’t work, other things did. By then he hoped that Laon would have finished school and had a really nice job that he loved. And they had Mirrorspace, which had never failed them.
He didn’t want to let Laon go, but he was proud of him for stepping outside of his comfort zone. He would have to properly wish him a ‘happy birthday’ once he returned.
The lightning struck before Arawn even realized what was happening. His heart stopped as he launched himself forward to catch Laon as he fell, hissing as the crackles of black lightning sparked across his body.
“Laon!” he called to him, holding him tight and giving him a shake. “Hey! Wake up! Hey!”
From stopping to racing right out of his chest, Arawn found he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. All he could do was stare helplessly at Laon’s face, his eyes open and reflecting stars--
“Remarque!!” His voice cracked with emotion as he called to the one person who had thought to give him and Kaelan a chance. “Remarque-- Help him, please-- he was struck-- the lightning-- he can’t--”
He couldn’t breathe. Tears flooded his eyes and fell like rivers down his cheeks. “Please-- please, save him--” he sobbed, choking on each word as he held Laon to him on the ground, unable to get back up to his feet.
The Calamitous Hollow was being pulled down by its own lightning. Arawn knew there were more important things for Remarque to be dealing with than some troublesome boys who kept to themselves more often than not.
And Arawn knew it was his fault. Laon tried so hard to keep the peace, and he was always causing trouble. Always assuming that people would judge them, hate them, try to use them and manipulate them--
Because why wouldn’t they? Everyone in their lives before Remarque had. So why wouldn’t everyone else?
They were trapped. Others were getting hurt. Lightning was raining down, and Arawn covered Laon’s body as best he could with his own. He protected his head, tucking it under his chin, and curled up with Laon in his lap.
“Please--” he begged-- anyone. Everyone. Laon, Remarque, anyone near him. Those in the court who maybe knew him by name, or that feral kid. That wasn’t Laon’s fault! Laon was so good. The only reason he didn’t have other close friends was because Arawn kept them away. It wasn’t fair to Laon, and Arawn hated himself for forcing it.
Howick had tried. She'd fought until her arms shook, until her lungs burned with every breath, until even the hourglass at her hip felt heavier than stone.
And now...
Now the battlefield felt like it was slipping through her fingers.
Character Name, Rank, and a link to their journalJoyeuse Garde, Squire of Earth Location: E1 Action: gettin scaled up, don't have time to make a real post crying
Joy was doing some general looting.
Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2025 7:19 pm
Guardian Cat. Xamira Location: Action: Emotionally, she feels isolated, small, and scared, but she's trying to stay brave deep down.
Xamina had fought until she couldn't anymore. Her tiny paws twitched once—then stilled, her strength finally gone. The storm raged on around her, but she barely noticed it now. Her body stayed behind, glassy-eyed and unmoving, but she wasn’t there anymore.
Her spirit floated free, light and untethered.
Everything around her looked different now. She could still see the battlefield, the broken ground, the sparks in the air—but she couldn’t feel any of it. Couldn't touch anything. She was just... drifting.
The Uranus knight was easily lost in the sea of people he'd found himself amongst, but as the Calamitous Hollow fell to their assault, he stepped back, moving subconsciously until he found himself in a relatively empty patch of what had been a battlefield just moments ago.
The enemy was contained, rendered relatively benign, so what now? Were they really all prisoner here with it too? Hawara bit his lip in a scowl, still with a white-knuckle grip on his weapon. He would not give in to the despairing thoughts that they were trapped. No, they would find a way home. He would find a way home, even if he had to carve one out himself somehow. He had so much waiting for him. He refused to believe that the Hollow's attack had harmed Earth, and had every belief and determination that he would be making it home to his husband, Lukas, who he had pleaded with to stay at home. It wasn't a hard argument to win against the Chronos squire.
He promised he'd come home. Promised that when he got home, they would start their family. It was a long fought for slice of peace that he had won for himself, and he was here now to defend it. To fight for it. Nothing would get between him and that promise, be it snake or old ghosts of the past....
Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2025 7:38 pm
General King Axinite Location: B6 Action: Trying to use his tablet to collect any info; talking to Tyndareus and Taenite
Axinite had listened to Taenite. To a degree. He felt too guilty not to. No words had been exchanged, but he understood what that look was meant to convey.
It didn’t stop Axinite from pushing himself, but it meant that he never went beyond what he knew his capabilities were. He didn’t want to disappoint Metallia. Or Laurelite. Or Taenite, or Tyndareus. He was back on the ground before the Calamitous Hollow had been. He’d been struck by lightning twice, once while striking it and again on the way down.
He had an excuse to lean on his axe as he stood there.
The creature had fallen, but his brows were still knitted together.
He didn’t know what had become of Earth. It was still impossible to see through the clouds.
It felt like this should have been a success, but as he looked across the field, he realized he had no way of assessing what their damage was. He searched not just for the faces of those he was closest to but for everyone he might recognize.
His mouth was dry and he coughed when he opened his mouth to speak. He wasn’t proud of it. He was alive, and so were they. For now.
Observing the strange red glow across the field, and further away, he moved closer to the two Senshi. He looked at Taenite, as if to say he heard what hadn’t been spoken, and even managed a small smile. It wasn’t very convincing, and he clearly wasn’t feeling very well.
“Forgive me for being a broken record. Are you both all right?”
He didn’t trust that the Calamitous Hollow was done, but it wasn’t fighting now so it was a good time to regroup. He extracted his tablet and seemed disappointed that it seemed to keep malfunctioning. He wasn’t giving up, though.
He wanted to learn from this. Wanted to make sure they never ended up here again.
“Queen Laurelite will have a plan for us to get home,” he said, tired, but with great confidence. “Do you want to start moving towards her? I don’t know if the White Moon will look for another target now that this one,” he nodded to the serpent, ominously hovering above them, “is subdued.”
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Super Grieve of the Collapse Location: G6 Action: celebrating Big Monster Down, yeeting ******** YEAH!!" Grieve's rough shout tore through the area, her face sharp with teeth and the distinct sense of victory. The ********' spikes finally proved their worth, and she sure as ******** recognized a prison when she was in one. Were they trapped in there together? Yeah, but whatever. Been there done that, and even if it took another thousand years, they could survive.
Well, the senshi could at least. Maybe a few would get eaten, but that was just how it was when times got tough!
Punching the sky for a moment, Grieve whipped toward a familiar body, lithe and agile and directly within reach. Grabbing Roka up, she laughingly gave a quick spin before throwing them violently up and away toward the ********' beast.