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 Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2025 5:06 pm
Khaz was slowly making his way home. Alone, for once in a while; Yasmeen was at ballet class, and Keesh had swim practice. Leaving him to make his way home through the puddles as the sun continued to break up the clouds. It had rained that morning, cold and heavy, the kind of rain that you can hear even from inside a building, pattering on the ground, pounding on the roofs, splattering against the walls and windows.
But the rain had stopped around lunchtime, and, by the time the school day ended, the sun was breaking through, shining brightly. Too late for any rainbows, but intensely blue sky was beginning to be reflected in the larger puddles that filled the low patches on the sidewalk. It was gently turning into a more picturesque afternoon, all things considered. The kind where you could just tell that spring was right around the corner, an impression aided by the first bulb flowers beginning to bud.
Khaz grinned at the sight. He was glad winter was ending; sure, winter had its place in the cycle of the year and the dance of the seasons and all that jazz, but Khaz had never liked the cold, dreariness of winter weather, or the fewer flowers and less color to the world that winter lent. Also, the snow was no longer a possibility. Snow when he had to be out in it, particularly Powered up and in his senshi costume, was decidedly NOT for him.
Making his way around a particularly large puddle, he turned a corner and came face to face with a very strange-looking creature. It looked like nothing so much as a raccoon covered in alligator scales and sporting an alligator's vague mouth shape and tail. It was a sickly olive color, with lilac crocodilian eyes, and it was staring at him, snaggle-toothed jaw hanging half open.
Khaz froze, staring at this abomination of a raccoon. Whatever this was, it wasn't anything natural. Magical? Something lost from outer space?
It chirped at him, and, without warning, it charged.
Khaz took to his heels, dashing away from the thing, ducking behind a bush just long enough to call out, "Aberdonia Power, Make-UP!" before he continued to sprint toward the nearby park, the creepy-looking raccoon-alligator hybrid scrambling after him.
He hadn't stopped long enough to make sure that any light from the transformation wouldn't be noticed.eldritch stardust Listen, you see a thing like that, you either hug it, or nope on out until you can knock it out, and Aberdonia has elected, "NOPE, THAT IS A HARD NOPE~"
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2025 8:55 am
For her part, Bryn had decided a day wandering through the park and stomping through rain puddles was precisely what her soul needed. She’d been doing just that, laughing at herself as she made up little songs about the puddles she was churning into mud. It would have all ended peacefully enough with mud splattered legs and shoes had she not happened to look up and see a burst of light that she knew instinctively was someone powering up.
In (mostly) broad daylight, no less!
She knew that power ups during the day were not uncommon, though she preferred the nighttime since there was less chance of some innocent getting caught in any crossfires. Gnawing on her lip, she considered for a moment before scanning the area around her for potential witnesses. Seeing no one, she made up her mind and powered up quickly. And then nearly fell on her face from shock as not one but two auras hit her senses all at once. One bright and clean and the other a swirling, sickening thing that felt like a grease fire against her mind. Moving before the thought had even finished, Nymphe raced towards the power signatures and slid to a clumsy halt as she saw a senshi, like herself, running from a beast that should not have existed.
Cursing (not for the first or likely last time) her magic’s lack of offensive capability, she scanned the area for anything she could use that might be helpful. All around was only dead grass, puddles and mud.
Mud…
Running again, she bent down and scooped up a handful of the cold, slimy stuff and screamed, “Down!” before heaving the mudball directly at the beast’s face. It wouldn’t stop the thing, but it would give her time to think of something else. And mud would take time to claw from the eyes and snout.
Her aim was true and the mud splattered into the youma’s face, forcing it to stop and whine as it pawed at it’s face. For a moment, Nymphe felt pleased with herself. Then she started to see how very like a raccoon the thing was. Right down to the grabby paws that moved so cleverly.
Well s**t.
Okay, they had seconds to think of something rather than the minutes she had hoped.
”elfstar89” omg smol (?) raccoon youma! ******** love it! ♥
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2025 5:35 pm
Aberdonia had a split second when a feminine voice screamed, "Down!" to dodge out of the path between the speaker and the creature.
Rolling out of the way, he looked around, startled to find that he knew where to look for the mutated animal based on a queasy feeling in his mind, like an oil slick with random bits of plastic sticking out of it, sitting on the surface of an otherwise pristine body of water. It was scrabbling at its face, scraping the mud out. And then it started looking around for whatever threw the mud.
Aberdonia's eyes were drawn to a presence he could almost physically feel, clean and pleasant, like a cleansing rain shower after a week of heat and dust and stickiness, and it seemed to be coming from a senshi in white and a dripping gold, a bit like honey, who had rainbow-colored hair, or, well, nearly the full rainbow spectrum.
And so were the monster's eyes drawn.
Aberdonia didn't stop to think.
"Papyrus Protection!" he shouted, aiming his magic toward the senshi as the mutant raccoon charged the other senshi.
Which bought him a second to look around, and find a big tree branch nearby.
Better than nothing. Maybe he could call someone later to get some kind of checkup in case of rabies, or whatever disease this thing might have, if monsters carried diseases.
Scrambling to his feet, he dashed to pick up the tree branch before it could realize that attacks against the papyrus reeds were futile for the next thirty seconds.Quote: Papyrus ProtectionAberdonia calls out the name of his attack and conjures a shield made from papyrus; it is six feet wide and six feet tall. He can cast the shield on himself or on someone else. Once cast, no one can enter or exit the shield and it will move according to the location of the target. For thirty seconds, it will block all first stage attacks (including magic and weapons). It can reduce damage from second stage attacks and may deflect magic or physical attacks. It cannot defend against attacks from third stage or higher. This magic can be used three times per day. eldritch stardust Glad you like the youma. 8'D
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2025 10:19 am
Glaring right back at the little youma, Nymphe stamped a foot and bared her teeth at the awful little thing. She didn’t know what the other senshi was capable of and she wanted to provide enough distraction to allow him to get his breath back after the sprint she had witnessed. When the youma charged, the last thing she’d expected was a magical shield taller than herself to be flung up in front of her.
Poking at it cautiously, it seemed to move with her and the youma couldn’t get past. Well, she thought. That’s handy. She saw the other senshi take up a branch and nodded. A direct attack, very well. She could do her part and keep the youma focused on her. Spinning and dipping, she did her best to keep the reptilian eyes on her and the youma angry. She would have thrown more mud if the shield had allowed it. She wished she knew how much time she’d be protected magically, but she’d just have to hope that when the shield poofed, the youma would be as surprised as her.
It was really too bad, she thought as she watched the maddened monster. It was kind of cute in a weird, ugly way. But it was youma and couldn’t be allowed to roam free. What a pity there was no way to purge the Chaos from it and let it just be a simple animal.
“Aim for the head, I think,” she called out to her ally. “How much longer does this shield stay up? I think I am going to have to be prepared to run very, very fast.”
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2025 5:42 pm
Aberdonia watched as the other senshi danced around the angry creature, which hissed and growled, trying to gauge the right time and place to hit it with the tree branch. She was doing really well with his shield, and the mutated raccoon seemed to have forgotten him. Shame that magic didn't last longer. Shame that Aberdonia wasn't great at batting when it came to baseball.
"The head?" he murmured, trying not to attract its attention. "Got it--oh, and the shield lasts for about half a minute--" he started to shout...right as the papyrus reeds vanished.
The creature hissed and arched its back before it charged angrily toward the now exposed senshi that had been taunting it.
No time for further deliberation, no time, just go for it--
Aberdonia swung heavily at the mutant raccoon...and succeeded in sweeping its gator tail hard enough to spin the creature around in circles a couple times.
It spun dizzily before coming to a halt, glaring with drunken fury at Aberdonia.
Ooops.
It roared a husky, high-pitched challenge before charging at him.
Panic panic swing--
This time, the branch didn't even connect, at least, not in the intended way.
The creature clung to the branches, vicious ferocity etched on its weird features, snapping crocodilian teeth at him.
Well, that was about 50 pounds of nope in a five pound package.
Not really thinking about it, Aberdonia hurled the branch as far from himself as he could, and was somewhat surprised when it flew farther than a branch that size should have, but with only the normal expenditure of effort. Wait...did senshi come with a side order of boosted physical abilities? It would make sense. Which meant hitting it in the head with the tree branch successfully would potentially do much more damage than he was used to.
Which would be a comforting thought if he could hit the stupid thing with something successfully.
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