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 Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2022 9:12 pm
For as unwelcoming as the Hall of the Ancients was inside, outside was worse. Made of sleek black stones, the fortress was an ominous figure. It was tall and imposing, and each spire and sharp curve looked like it was ready to slice through the sky. It could have been considered beautiful, once you got past how intimidating it was. From the outside, it was difficult to make out the stained glass. Once, gold and gemstones decorated it. Now, what the lightning hadn’t charred, the storm had battered and chipped away. The clouds were knit tightly across the sky, and while the lightning occasionally flashed in the distance, the thunder was only a quiet mumble. When it echoed, it sounded like whispers. Scheming. Preparing. The ground was saturated with water and every step felt like standing on a sponge. The grass was brittle, but it wasn’t slippery. A great stone wall encircled the Hall, with plenty of room to spare. Watchtowers lined the wall at regular intervals, and though they didn’t offer much defense, their primary purpose was to protect the lights he’d installed. Fire burned brightly behind thick glass to protect against wind and rain and shadow, but spotlights had been installed. They looked out of place, but they were practical. Outside, the clouds hung low; they were dark and it was difficult to make out what time of day it was on Alastor. Within the walls, towards the North, was a grassy field. In the center of it, a massive oak tree with black bark, and specks of gold inlaid. It had no leaves, but that wasn’t surprising given the weather. To the East, a waterlogged, withered garden, and a wall that looked like it had been recently damaged. The sound of the rushing river was loudest there. To the South, an underground storage chamber. To the West, the front of the Hall, and the path to the gates that led outside. The forest, distant and dark and the greatest source of Chaos, was just past here. But, there were other locations, radiating chaotic waves. A grove of trees to the southwest seemed to be a stronghold for it, something underground near the southern storage chamber in the Hall, to the East, directly across the river, and another to the SouthEast, where there seemed to be some obstruction to the flowing river. Further up the river, lurking in some ruins, another one. Super Sailor Nembus, Senshi of Electromagnetism, Super Sailor Phaethon, Senshi of Happiness, Sailor Ancha, Senshi of Red Tide, and Super Sailor Hydor, Senshi of Mesocyclones have been tasked to follow the river northwards to some small, dilapidated ruins. Once, they might have been a shrine of some sort; they were near enough to the Hall that they must have been affiliated in some way, but from here they can only see The River and The North Wall. The trek is only about five minutes from the Hall. They traveled the direction of the river but stayed away from the violent water. Still, it roared next to them. The water level was rising. Something shadowy twists in the ruins; a Chaotic anomaly appeared on the radar. The shadows stretch over it, and even from a distance it looks as though something is watching them. When they look for too long, it disappears, only to reappear in another corner. Much of the building it once was has crumbled and it is obviously dangerous beyond reasonable repair. But, the Chaos is there. The black stone once shined, now it is dull and dead like much of the world. It is hard to tell what it once looked like, but if it was anything like the Hall, it used to be impressive. The group has been given powerful floodlights to help weaken–and hopefully destroy–the Chaos; the shadows seem sensitive to the light, and even from a distance it is clear that they’ll need them for this task. The quicker they can act, the better; lightning flashes above them, and the storm is close to breaking again. Quote: This roleplay is a casual roleplay, which means posts will come ~every 48 hours. If you need to be skipped for a round or need a little more time to post, please let me know! Otherwise expect another post in about two days. If everyone has posted for a round before the 48 hours expire, I may post before the 48 hour mark to introduce the next prompt. Because of the fluctuation in energy in the air, magic can manifest in slightly different ways here than it might ordinarily manifest on Earth; if you want to try something special with your magic that is outside of its current approved parameters, please let me know! Characters can take any form they have unlocked; Mauvians can play in their humanoid form, and characters with other special forms can access them if they prefer. This roleplay may have clues for what tasks you might need to accomplish, but if you would rather OOCly know what needs to be done instead of working it out ICly, please let me know! Chaos manifestations will appear a few posts in; if you are playing your own, information about them will be posted when they come into play! Please make sure to include your character’s name and a link to their journal at the top of your post!
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2022 1:10 am
Super Sailor Nembus, Senshi of Electromagnetismand Super Sailor Hydor, Senshi of Mesocyclones "So this world was like this for hundreds of years?" It brought Nembus a spike of anxiety to even think about. Was this what her world was like when she had been corrupted? Was this what her world was like in the period she was dead? Was this what it was like when she had been a senshi before? It was hard to believe with how much like a peaceful oasis her world felt like to her. Was that what this world used to feel like? Could it feel that way again? She worried over her lip and wrung her hands as she spoke. "Phae, you didn't have to come with me. This world is incredibly dangerous." Honestly, she didn't even need the impending storm and the rising tides to tell her that. The feeling stunk like the stench she felt leaving her body when Cosmos had helped tear the chaos out of her heart. The whispers on the wind felt like it, too, creeping on her presence and making her skin prickle and crawl. The ground felt like it was threatening to take her within and bury the group of them in a shallow swamp grave, forever preserved but unable to ever be found or rescued. Nembus shivered as if she was tempting hypothermia; she wasn't the slightest bit cold. Hydor glanced toward Nembus and rolled his eyes. "Why the ******** is she here if she's so damn nervous?" Awful big words for someone who had never asked to be in this forsaken place, but from listening to the way Nembus talked to and murmured to Phaethon, he realized all-too-quickly that the woman who looked like a chilly breath might kill her had actually chosen to be there. The ******** was wrong with her? Those kinds of nerves were just going to get them all ******** killed. Of course, at least she was clearly willing to put up some kind of fight. Probably wouldn't have that ******** super aura without it, ignoring everything else. He just wasn't sure what kind of fight a woman that was about to piss herself was going to put up-- He swore she looked at him for a moment, but he opted to ignore it as he turned away from the least powerful person in the group -- and Ancha's magic was a joke as far as actually working went, so maybe Nembus wasn't the biggest problem -- and turned instead to the ruins of a shrine that sat in front of them. "I can feel the chaos here. Assume we're here to kick its a**." Hydor cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders. "No problem. I can do that. We'll just need to keep these ******** flood lights up." "We'll probably get overwhelmed if they're harmed or turned off." Nembus' brows knit. "I can feel it. It's ... strong." Hydor snorted. "Well," he cracked his knuckles, next, "we'll just have to kick its asses harder then, won't we?" Nembus wondered, quietly, if there was another way to introduce more light.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2022 7:29 am
Super Sailor Phaethon, Senshi of Happinessand Sailor Ancha, Senshi of Red Tide "Hey now, nonsense." Phaethon reached out to gently pat Nembus' shoulder. "It's not anymore dangerous to me than you." Well, only if Phaethon was going to make chaos so happy it exploded, somehow, but that wasn't currently in his purview-- He'd just elect not to mention that part. Noticing her shiver, Phaethon frowned but didn't comment on it. He'd offer an arm around her shoulders, or something, but he wasn't altogether confident she'd welcome it. Instead, he exhaled slowly and looked around them. He didn't know the other two people with them--and he wasn't super psyched about the eyeroll, if he had to be honest--but they didn't seem like they were going to actively be a problem for him or Nembus or anything. Besides, keeping a vague side-eye on them helped him to ignore the heebie-jeebies. Ancha didn't look directly at Hydor, but she did snort quietly. "Listen, a vibrating chihuahua is still a dog." She, too, was looking toward the shrine ruins. "Alright, so you're itching for a brawl." She appreciated his gumption. "So am I, but--" having no illusions about her magic, "I probably should hang back unless you need something fist-fought to death." Pitching her voice out to the other two as well, "I can guard the lights, then. Stay a few feet away from me. You know. Just in case."
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2022 9:05 pm
Especially because the storm was upon them. Fat, cold drops of water started falling from the sky, and thunder rumbled again, echoing against the Hall behind them. The storm clouds moved like a river in the sky, in a strange, circling pattern. It almost looked as though it might have been the beginning of a tornado, but there was too much stability. The wind started to whip around them but nothing lifted from the ground. Some brittle leaves broke free of the distant trees, but this wasn’t anything surprising.
Lightning struck nearby, too specific to have been a natural accident.
The clouds darkened, and it looked like the rain was coming in–except, the water droplets were all black.
The started to coat the ruins like drops of ink, except instead of just sinking into the rock or earth, the droplets started to wriggle. Started to converge.
And then, when the puddle was big enough, shadows exploded from it.
It washed over the four of them like a dark wave, pushing them each into different corners of the room and pinning them to a wall or debris. It trapped them there, in a dark, sticky bubble. For a moment, everything was just black, and no amount of lighting could cut through it.
It was cold. It was horrifying. It was isolating.
For a moment, the world was still. They couldn't see anything, but they could feel the darkness spiraling around them.
But then, they weren’t alone. Someone had come to their aid.
Through the swirling walls around her, Nembus could hear voices talking–bickering?–and then she could see something distantly glowing. It looked like fire, but then, two strong hands broke through the swirling darkness, and it splashed like water against rocks.
Albite had torn a hole in the shadows, and it seemed to wither around his grip. His face brightened. “Well, well! Whaddyaknow! Firebrand said you’d be back! Didn’t have to go this far if you wanted it though, you know we’ve been looking for you.”
He held his hand out as if to help her up, but he was grinning–and he had every right to be.
Her outfit was pitch black.
Quote: The shadows have arrived in the form of a Chaos Manifestation. If you have any questions or requests, please let me know! Otherwise there will be two more prompts featuring the Chaos Manifestation; you can destroy it early or it will be automatically destroyed after a prompt!
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2022 1:49 am
Super Sailor Nembus, Senshi of Electromagnetism"Are you sure?" She coughed. "My experience with chaos may make me both more and less susceptible." Nembus was gambling on less. But as Ancha spoke about remaining close to the lights, she found herself warily wondering if it should be her. Perhaps she wouldn't be so useful; perhaps she would be more of a danger to the rest of them than any of the others were to themselves. It was a thought she didn't get the proper time to stew in. The raindrops fell, turned black, turned black like how she used to herself be bathed, covered the ground underneath-- "Get closer to the lights, Phae!" Those were the last words she managed before the world was gone, before everyone was gone, before it was just her and her own little world of darkness and fear. Hopefully, Phaethon had listened. Hopefully, the other two were alright. Hopefully, hopefully, hopefully-- Was one of them coming to help her? Two? The bickering sounded accurate to the way those Ancha and Hydor were speaking to each other. Wait. She knew those voices, and she found herself staring with wide eyes as she was confronted by a jovial face that twisted her heart as much as it made her mind scream. How had they found her here? Here, on Alastor, of all places? Had the Negaverse found a way to make it out here-- "I had a feeling you were looking for me," she murmured, glancing down at her body. Black as pitch. Of course. How could she run? She belonged there more than she belonged now, more of whatever vestiges of humanity she clung to still present before her memory got wiped again. "You look happy." Nembus shifted, swallowing around the lump in her throat as she lifted her hand to take his. Had she gone willingly without realizing it? Was she still too weak, her starseed not healed enough from chaos to keep it away? "How did you get here?" Maybe Order should know-- "How's Faustite treating you? The team?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2022 1:49 am
Super Sailor Hydor, Senshi of Mesocyclones His eyes were drawn to the way the clouds moved, watching the way they circled and thinking instinctively of the way the clouds of a mesocyclone circled and circled and blew-- didn't usually drip inky black raindrops, though, and his conversation with Ancha ended with a frustrated, "The ******** is this bullshit?" This was bullshit. Couldn't do much to fight raindrops, for one. Couldn't do much to stop them from merging, for another. He wasn't terribly fond of either and found himself edging a bit further away from Ancha. The s**t had to be going for the lights first, right? Supposedly how the chaos was being kept away. Perhaps that was his first mistake. The second was out of his control, consumed by a bubble and finding himself floating in spiraling darkness. He breathed it in, accepting the peace, accepting the following, accepting that perhaps he was trying too hard to lash out; he could take a few moments of quiet, alone, on this planet he had never asked to be on. Perhaps that had been the second mistake. Submitting to it, however brief. "Zachariah," he heard it in his ear, first, in his mind second, and his eyes opened as he turned around to take in a sight he hadn't been expecting: himself. "It's alright, you can go back to the quiet. Who the ******** cares about this, anyway?" Hydor snorted. "Am I dreaming?" And he found that he was shrugging at himself. "Logic would dictate that you probably are. Is that such a bad thing, though?" He advanced on himself, looking at himself up and down, and Hydor eyed him with the same suspicion that he held for everything he saw. "The people you're with are just an anxious woman that's gonna piss herself, some awkward kid, and that senshi who can't even control her ******** magic. Even if you could trust them, the ******** are they even gonna be able to do? Die a bit slower?" Hydor rolled his eyes. "Why go through the trouble? Just go back to your silence." "It is ... quiet here, I admit." That was Hydor's general preference: silence, to himself, with no others around, with none of this chaos s**t. That was the problem, though, wasn't it? "Just trying to butter me up, me?" "If I wanted to do that," his own voice was flat, "I would have taken a different approach." As his mimic's thumb slid across his throat, Hydor responded with a dry, "How kind," of his own.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2022 2:06 am
Super Sailor Phaethon, Senshi of HappinessPhaethon didn't hear Nembus' voice as much more than a far-away mumble over the blood rushing in his ears as the world closed in and darkened around them in black rain. The lightning had been bad enough, too bright and too close, but the shadows that had rushed at them from the ink-black rain had been even worse. He felt the rough edge of a ruined wall press into his back, and belatedly realized--as he tried to catch his breath from where it'd been knocked out of him--that he'd been shoved away from the others. "Nembus!" Nothing in the inky blackness answered him. Phaethon could feel the darkness pressing in, choking him. He took a deep breath, clenching and unclenching his fists against his thighs. " Nembus!" His voice was pitched higher than he'd have liked. Still nothing. Freezing, empty, nothing. "Phae?" He thought it was Nembus at first. She was the only person who called him that. But he whipped his head toward where she'd been and instead met eyes with-- "Mom?" A tutting. What was his mother doing there? How'd she even get there? How'd she know he was there? "Phae, what have you gotten yourself into? Your father's going to be a wreck." Phaethon was too taken aback to think much of the name she was calling him. "Mom, you have to leave! You're in danger!" His voice pitched up again, but this time he didn't notice that, either. "No no, none of that." Her hands reached toward his. They were cold, but so was he, but the shadows looked like they were easing away. "You need to come home. If you make your grandparents worry, too, you know you'll never hear the end of it." Guilt ran through his body, and he found himself easing away from the wall to follow. "They're not supposed to know. None of you are. Mom, how--" She shushed him, and he obediently fell silent even as he worried his lower lip between his teeth. Something wasn't right. This didn't make any sense! But she sure sounded like his mother--
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2022 2:44 am
Sailor Ancha, Senshi of Red Tide The ******** was this bullshit, indeed. Ancha had impatiently tried to wipe her hands off on her clothes, accomplishing nothing more than smearing the inky blackness everywhere as the wind blew her hair into her face. "There's no way this is normal rain." She saw Hydor inching away and went to ask if he'd seen anything. She missed the droplets converging. The bubble stole the words from her, and the air in it felt so heavy that she was compelled to lean against some of the rubble to stay standing. "What the <********>?" was spat, then, half in a hiss. There was nothing but darkness, nothing but seemingly endless, empty darkness. A shiver ran down Ancha's spine, pulling goosebumps on her exposed skin, and she swore again as she rubbed her palms against her arms. Nothing but darkness meant Hydor wasn't there, either. It was just her. Just... ********. <********>" Half growl, this time. What if something had happened to him, to the other two? She knew damn well she was the weakest one there, but that wasn't going to stop her from casting her eyes left, right, left again, right again, over her shoulder, even up. If they were in trouble, she needed to be able to get to them, to do something-- She nearly jumped out of her skin when she turned her head to look left and right again and met a set of eyes just like her own. " Jesus!" Chuckling earned a glare from her and a, "what the ******** are you doing here?" "Oh, just rescuing my little sister. You know, the normal." It was like looking in a mirror, but it had always been that way with Ancha and her older sister. "I don't need you to rescue me." Ancha bristled automatically. "I'm working on it." "Yes, I can see that very clearly." Ancha grumbled, Irikara howling with laughter in response. It was a couple minutes of Ancha giving her a nasty look before Irikara responded, "do you want my help or not?" "No. No I do not." But she still felt very heavy, and the hand Irikara offered her was actually very tempting. "How'd you find me here?" "I always know when you're in trouble, don't I?" The dismissive wave rankled Ancha, but she knew she wasn't going to get anything else out of her. She wanted to press, she did! Ancha wanted to refuse to go anywhere until she had answers that satisfied her. It was weird! But she wasn't interested in wasting her energy. Ancha knew her sister wasn't going to give her anything, if anything just because she wanted it. They were too much alike for that. "How do you expect to rescue me out of this, then?" Ancha couldn't help the eyeroll that accompanied the question. Irikara raised one of her own eyebrows in turn. "Don't look at me like that. You don't know what you're doing any more than I do. At least I apparently have superpowers." "Yeah, fat load of good they're doing you so far." Ancha watched Irikara look around them. "Let's get you out of here and get you home." "I can't just leave Hydor and the other two here--" Irikara laughed again, seeming to ignore Taalia's immediate indignance when she followed the laughter with, "Taal, please. All three of them are stronger than you. What are you going to be able to do?" "You don't need to keep laughing at me--" "What do you expect me to do? Encourage your trying to get yourself killed?" Irikara jerked her head to indicate Ancha should follow her. "Come on, let's go."
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2022 8:56 am
“Oh, he’s here, you wanna see?” Albite shuffled away for a second, but Faustite seemed a bit distracted. Smoke clung to him in little wisps, and sometimes he seemed to thin out just a bit. He looked at the two of them and seemed annoyed that this was taking so long.
“I knew you still cared,” Albite said, far more chatty. “I bet you’ve got a lot of questions. We’ve got a lot of answers, but this place is creepy and falling apart. We should get out of here before the rest of it falls apart. Did you see the damage that building over there took? All dust and debris, you’re lucky we got here when we did. I don’t think anyone’s even alive over there.”
He peered off into the distance, but there seemed to be a dark haze around Nembus and it was too hard to make out any other details.
“Anyway, we’re going to make sure you get home safe. You want that, right?” Albite smiled at her, kindly. Warmly.
Even Faustite seemed to have perked up, and there was something almost friendly on his face. He held out his hand for her. “Don’t you want to go home? Things will be different now. You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2022 5:02 am
Super Sailor Nembus, Senshi of ElectromagnetismNembus did, actually. Faustite concerned her in a multitude of ways she was hesitant to share, especially considering what Cybele had shared to the database. How was his mind? His heart? Had he found more of the grasp on humanity they both desperately craved, or was he still as lost as she was? Did he want her dead, or had she finally stayed away long enough to become irrelevant to his or anyone else's concern? She supposed Faustite's distance and quiet would make it hard to determine much else of that. Even if he seemed ... friendly. Perhaps it was the prospect of getting her back. Perhaps it was the prospect of killing her. She looked back to the himbo, as chatty and gregarious as he ever had been, offering his hand. Nembus looked at it, more hesitant as she remembered the words of warning from Alastor, less hesitant as she considered how easy it would be to just let go, to stop fighting, to just go back and be in chaotic bliss again with a team that seemed to care for her... "I do," she murmured, biting her lip lightly. "You'll leave them alone, right? The others I came with?" Where were they? "I don't think Phaethon liked his experience with chaos."
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2023 10:26 am
“Who cares about them?” Albite asked; Faustite scoffed at his side but seemed equally disinterested in anyone else here. “You’re the only one that matters,” the Senshi continued. His hand was stretched towards her in friendly offering. Something was just slightly off; it almost looked as though he hadn’t moved since offering it.
Black smoke twisted behind Faustite. The room was cold, and as the seconds ticked on, it seemed to thicken.
The slow flood of Chaos energy warped suddenly and it felt like a wave crashed down upon the ruins. The ground trembled, as though something nearby had slammed into the ground. Rocks and debris tumbled around them, and a wave of dust darkened the area.
But the Chaos kept coming.
It was stirring, all around them. Maybe it was the dust choking them, maybe it was the Chaos. Maybe it was both.
But, near each of them, there was an undeniable current of energy moving–and it all seemed like it was leading towards the same place.
In an open room with a half fallen ceiling, a glowing black gemstone was embedded in the wall. It was only partly hidden, nudged beneath a crooked stone that obscured the upper tip.
The flowing current of raw Chaos seemed to both stem from it–and disappear back into it.
And, the longer they stayed in the ruins, the stronger it got. If they were going to help save Alastor, there would be no doubt that this was their target.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2023 6:10 am
Super Sailor Phaethon, Senshi of HappinessShe sure sounded like his mother. Correct cadence, tone, everything. But an obvious something obviously wasn't right there, and he knew it. Phaethon had trouble intentionally disobeying his mother, but what was he supposed to do? She was encouraging him to follow into something she knew was dangerous. She had to know. If she knew enough to somehow follow him here, she had to know that this place was infested with chaos. ...How did she know about Chaos-- He fidgeted, uneasiness singing along his spine. Where was Nembus?"Come on, Phae," and why was she calling him Phae, anyway? That wasn't her name for him. She shouldn't know that name existed-- She would be calling him Loren, or Lore, or Loren Malinowski if she truly wanted to demand that he follow behind her. "No," Phaethon dragged from his lips, as he drifted toward the current of energy he couldn't quite escape. "No." He didn't know where the inky shadows were leading him, but they were hopefully leading him somewhere away from having to disobey his mother, as much as it wrenched at his heart and mind-- Oh. The pull of chaos from the crystal partially hidden by the stone in front of him was unmistakable. This had to be it. Perhaps if he destroyed it, he could figure out where Nembus went.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2023 6:38 am
Sailor Ancha, Senshi of Red Tide The demand in her sister's sarcasm rankled Ancha, as Irikara had to know it would. Irikara had to have also known that Ancha would dig her heels in as a response, and dig her heels in is what she did. She stopped, folding her arms across her chest and staring at her older sister even harder. "You know you can't tell me to leave them behind. The hell do you think I am? I have to figure out of they're okay, so either help me or ge--" "What do you mean?" Irikara's eyes narrowed. "Taalia, stop ******** around, and let's go. Forget them and let's get you out of here before something happens." Ancha's brows furrowed. "No." "What do you mean 'no'?" The incredulity was palpable in Irikara's voice. "Taalia, we have to go." "I'm not leaving Hydor behind--" "Why?" The scorn was equally palpable, now. Something tickled Ancha's spine about it. "You're weak. They've got their own s**t to deal with, and they can handle it. Let's go." Weak? Her sister had never called her weak before. She had answered a child's tears and anxiety with calm, quiet reassurance. No scorn in Irikara's voice, a soft whisper that she'd always come for Taalia. That she would make things better. No. Her sister would never suggest she leave someone behind. Never ever. Not her sister, who had passed on to Taalia the stalwart refusal to abandon anyone close to her that might be even a little bit in trouble. Even if she couldn't help directly, wasn't strong enough, that wasn't all she knew how to do. There was always something you could do. Another brief memory, of hearing 'there's always something you can do, first aid, a shoulder, something' as she helped her older sister change bandages on her hands, cuts from looking for their father after he disappeared. The cuts were old, the body cold, but they hurt. Irikara had appreciated Taalia's dexterity in lieu of her own. When would that resolve turn to "give up"? "You know what--I'll pass, actually," muttered Ancha, pushing toward the chaotic force that was shoving and yanking on her. She remembered, in that moment, Alastor's warning. The chaos here was convincing. It summoned her sister. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't almost fallen for it-- But she didn't. She spotted one of the others in the inky darkness--Phaethon, right?--and followed his lead, aiming her red tide rising at the crystal.
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