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[Event-B] shocking disaster [Lete/Dunnottar/Casablanca]

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PostPosted: Thu Jun 29, 2023 9:17 pm


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Shock Mark (15) : Thunderstorms are common this time of year, but what’s not common is the number of people reported being struck by lightning. Strangely, people are surviving with only minor, if any, injuries at all. Being struck can feel like a static shock, or can feel like a sudden flash of heat, and targets are left with a strange lightning mark across their body. Though the marks will fade, for their duration–up to a full week after being struck, you might notice that you are more prone to static shocking yourself or others, and you may notice electronics charging or overcharging and malfunctioning. The marks can take longer to fade at player discretion, or players may choose for them to leave pale scars, but otherwise there are no lasting effects.


Shūlǎng stretched his arms out a little more as the tiredness began to hit him. The work day beat him up—lots of complaints from people who didn't like that he didn't smile or tell them good job every two seconds for continuing to convert oxygen to carbon dioxide as they lifted five-pound dumbbells in each hand. Those type of people drove him nuts. It was as if they specifically sought him out just to make themselves feel good by bitching about him.

He sighed, trying to stow the anger. He'd already had a long talk with the supervisor of the gym; things were fine, he just had to get a grip. Trying to distract himself, he glanced up at the sky and frowned at the dark clouds.

"Huh... looks like—"

Thunder. Lightning. Heat and shock.

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PostPosted: Thu Jun 29, 2023 10:36 pm


See, the thing about Destiny City—in Lete’s none too humble opinion—was that a lot of the things that happened in the city really weren’t your business, not even if they fell under the clear heading of “Magical Nonsense” and you were a magical girl. Certain people, she knew, really disagreed about that. Some people got high on responsibility or whatever Murikabushi’s actual ******** problem was, and they saw things in terms of questions about trying to clean up other people’s messes rather than, like, trying to do anything good for themselves.

Lete, personally, did not consider herself a member of Some People. Nor did she really want to be. Sure, she’d heard about all the weird business going on recently, with people getting struck by lightning and, like, not dying? But Lete only felt like this pertained to her insofar as she could get some wraiths out to drain energy for the Mirror (which was, like, her actual job here and her actual responsibility, no matter what anybody else wanted so say). That was what Lete was doing tonight: in the middle of all this rain and thunder, Lete sat ensconced up on an old slide in a playground, lurking beneath the covering that mostly kept her dry.

The thunder rolled and the lightning crashed—pretty regularly on both counts. Five different people had gotten hit by the lightning so far, and all of them had become perfect fodder for Lete’s wraiths. Obviously, there had to be some magical explanation for all this because all of the people who got struck seemed mostly fine and none of them died. But the lightning strikes did still seem to disorient them enough to set a wraith loose on them pretty easily—and as Lete watched Victim Number Six (some jacked muscle-guy with a long ponytail that reminded Lete of pistachio pudding) get hit, she couldn’t help but grin.

Her wraith came out of the mirrorshard when called, and she just had to kick back and let it work this guy over.


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PostPosted: Thu Jun 29, 2023 10:51 pm


A shudder wracked Shūlǎng's entire body and he gasped for air, leaning against a nearby wall to try to calm down. Another shudder rippled through him and he sank to his knees. Just what the hell was that? Lightning that didn't kill him? Not that he wasn't grateful, but these aftereffects...

He looked at his shaking hands, noting the lichtenburg scars that now littered his skin. Okay, so, real lightning, potentially. But was feeling so drained... normal?

It wasn't like he read up on people who survived lightning strikes or anything. He had no clue what to expect, but feeling so dizzy and tired... that he was hallucinating some kind of strange creature made of shattered glass... probably wasn't usually it.

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PostPosted: Thu Jun 29, 2023 11:05 pm


It was a dark and stormy night, because of course it was. Casablanca was out patrolling, because of course she was. And every time she looked own, she kept expecting to see the same strange, weird tableau of dead city and dying plants in every puddle, but they were never there again. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched that ha,d in some way, clung to her ever since she ran into the other Cosmos Squire.

But people were getting hurt. She'd heard the reports, now, and there was no way she was going home when weird magic was hurting people. Even if none of these people getting struck were dying, it was still...bad, to get hit by lightning, she was pretty sure.

So she was still out, and rain was no obstacle, really, and at least she wasn't wearing a ton of white like her Senshi friends. And anyway, she had spotted trouble, because there was some Dark Mirror lounging on a playground slide, which meant there was probably--yep, a wraith, draining some poor guy.

"Hey!" Casablanca shouted, and she stormed over towards the playground. "Knock it the hell off!"


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PostPosted: Thu Jun 29, 2023 11:32 pm


Despite the weather trying very hard to bring down the mood, Lete felt positively pleased with herself for this brilliant idea. All the lightning strikes meant that the people involved in tonight’s energy-draining scheme couldn’t really get their wits about them enough to, per se, “fight back.”

Very helpful, all things considered. People always got so unfairly messed up about the simple matter of the Dark Mirror needing to borrow little tiny bits of energy to help make Mirrorspace healthier and more stable. But really, Lete even had a perfect cover tonight: look, see, the lightning strikes did the damage, certainly not Lete or any of her mirrorwraiths!! She had simply been sitting here on this silly little slide, enjoying the chill vibes of the storm and humming Janelle Monae because she’d had “Lipstick Lover” stuck in her head for going on six days, and honestly, wasn’t such an unapologetic and uncompromising, summertime-sounding ode to sapphic pleasure the perfect antidote to weather like this?

Absolutely perfect, no notes……except for the unfriendly, purple-haired hottie in the White Moon aura and the glamorous dress storming over to Lete like she thought she was going to replace the weather. Openly and petulantly rolling her eyes, Lete hopped off the slide—briefly allowed herself a moment of distraction to pick up the amber star-charm she spotted among the wood-chips—and then crossed her arms and gave the little knight a look like “Really?”

“What, exactly, do you ******** White Moon cops have against people just doing their jobs?”


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PostPosted: Thu Jun 29, 2023 11:40 pm


Shūlǎng felt utterly deranged. What, exactly, was happening here? Who were these two weirdos—

And suddenly, he realized that they were part of those ******** gangs or whatever that blew up that bank a while back and so many more incidents that he couldn't even think of right now. Something weird was going on, and he slipped around the corner into an alley while they were distracted.

As he ducked out of sight, something clattered next to him. Not giving it a lick of thought, he reached out for the object and picked it up. Huh? A lollipop? He went to touch it with his other hand, and then he realized his clothes had changed, because he absolutely did not wear anything with frills on it.

He glanced down at the rest of himself and decided to just file all this s**t away for later. ******** this. Maybe he'd go talk to the gang members and ask what the ******** was happening to him, why not, maybe the fighting factions here would be just too amused at the audacity of someone normal interfering.

Actually, now that he thought about it, they seemed rather young.Maybe he should try to stop them. Knock some sense into them and tell them to rethink their stupid lives.

He stood up, his strength coming back to him, and rounded the corner with confidence.

Confidence he used to chuck the stupid wooden lollipop right at the girl with the extremely long hair.

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PostPosted: Thu Jun 29, 2023 11:49 pm


There were a lot of not-kind things that people had called Casablanca over the years, but "cop" was brand spanking new. It legitimately took her a moment to process the level of offense she felt, from that single, simple insult, and when she did, she still had a moment of sputtering before she could wrap her rage into words.

"Are you ******** joking?" She demanded, angrily. "Cop? Doing your job? If your ******** job is draining people's energy, yeah, I've got a problem with that! You're hurting people, you Chaos-poisoned moron!"

Honestly! Was this what Chaos did to people? Got in their heads and made them think that whatever they did was okay, because they were the center of the universe or whatever? That seemed to track with a lot of the people that Casablanca had met on the other side, and frankly, she wasn't interested in dealing with any of that s**t tonight.

So she flipped her weapon upside down, and swung the butt end at the Dark Mirror, aiming to smack her hard enough to get her to get the hell of the slide.

"If not laying down and letting you suck the life out of people like some freaky big-titty vampire makes me a <******** cop, then I'm a better cop than most of the ones I've ever met! At least I'm doing something ******** useful!"

Of all the things she was expecting, though, a lolipop sailing past her and at the Dark Mirror was not on the list. She turned, and grinned.

A Page. Pink and blue and yellow, with the same symbol as Stirling all over him. Probably brand spanking new, and already ready to ******** yeah. Casablanca loved that energy. More hitting, no dithering. Stirling was gonna love this guy.

"Nice shot!" She called to him. "But try not to let go of your weapon, that's really important!"


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PostPosted: Fri Jun 30, 2023 12:25 am


Although Lete had already rolled her eyes at the weirdo in the prom dress, she didn’t hesitate in doing it again over getting whacked with her dumb, color-guard flag. Despite the growing tension on the scene, the wraith who’d passed through Mr. Pistachio Pudding Hair scampered back over to her, looking adorable in the guise of a little housecat-sized fox with three snakes wriggling out from its lower back, where its tail should have been. It almost seemed to tremble as it jumped up into Lete’s mirrorshard (not that Lete could appreciate it very much, since some <******** lollipop got thrown into her damn head)—but hey, now that the wraith had returned to Mirrorspace, Lete had no reason not to go ******** apeshit.

She only paused long enough to stash the star charm and her mirrorshard in her subspace.

Then, with a smirk, she looked back at the White Moon cop and her pudding-haired trainee. “Don’t wanna be called a cop? Then try not acting like one. Energy grows back, you ******** fanatic.” But oh, Lete would have the last laugh tonight. She raised her hand, reaching out like she had a mind to stroke it down the purple girl’s cheek. “Anyway, ganging up on me like this is super rude.” Tracing the path of the girl’s cheek through the air, Lete called out, “Sensory Decadence!”

Unfortunately, Lete did not get the last laugh.

She felt the magical power well up within her, the same as it always did. Maybe even more powerful than before—as if Mirrorspace, or the universe, or something knew how Lete had been working so hard to gather energy for Mirrorspace and wanted to reward her by putting even more magical power at her fingertips—but instead of lashing out at the purple-haired girl, the magic whipped out and doubled back. It smacked into Lete, hard.

Her last coherent thought was Oh, <********> before the world around her positively exploded in sensation. Her whole mouth drowned in the taste of the brownie batter she’d made earlier, with the strawberries mixed in. The raindrops hitting her skin felt like razors. The city’s ambient sounds all screamed as if Lete had her ears right up against them, and when the overwhelm of it all made her body give out, she whimpered at the thousand agonizing cuts of the woodchips against her knees.

Whimpering did not help. Not when, to Lete, it sounded like the loudest noise she’d ever heard.

This was cruel. And unfair. Why did a pair of cops have to find her instead of Demeter?


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PostPosted: Fri Jun 30, 2023 12:30 am


Dunnottar exhaled sharply (the name came to him in some flash of understanding he actually didn't quite get, but he felt something important about it, keeping Shūlǎng a secret) and kicked a rock at the girl who'd crumpled to the ground. What an utter fool.

He picked up the lollipop, suppressing the need to glare at the other girl for getting on his case about throwing it, like there was something else he was supposed to do, and made to run away—

Only to find himself flying up into the air and on a nearby ******** roof.

What. The. ******** what, maybe he was just going to stay here for a minute and try to figure this out, so he didn't get himself killed. Because clearly, something had happened to him.

Maybe one of his clients earlier had slipped him drugs, somehow... His hand found one of the star charms the city gave out and he clutched it, trying to ground himself in reality.

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