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RE: YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOM - Shoko - Mar 17 2020
The young panda was resting in the den, mind blissfully empty as the family moved around her. Their focus on some incoming force had her roused from her state of hibernation enough for her to lift her head a bit and blink blearily.
Oh, maybe this was a good time to show Mother how useful she could be! Now that she wasn't a baby anymore she could prove herself! She lifted her head and looked out of the den curiously, a little confused by the falling darkness. She looked over at Mother.
RE: YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOM - Game Master Dark - Mar 18 2020
Dread swept through Mother's link with her children. Realization, as she watched, through their eyes, the approaching Gembound.
The approaching army.
"Those who can fight, defend the Hive. Those who cannot... flee Cetus, and take me with you." The words came along the link, but it was more than words, this time: it was compulsion, a powerful sense of purpose, of urgency. Those who could fight must defend Mother. Must return to her, even--those in farther caves, those who had called out to her. And those who could not must ensure her survival. Must leave Cetus, and bring her with them...
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Each character may post once. Attackers are now arriving and may launch attacks. Defenders may roll as they see fit, as may those who wish to flee Cetus with samples of the Hive fungus. Attacks from this round can be defended against next round, so that posting order is not a factor in outcome, though those rolling defense this round may take their defensive actions into account.
Gembound coming from Pisces, Polaris, or Eridanus may arrive at Cetus' entrance in two rounds.
Gembound in Orion, Monoceros, Canis, and Hydra may arrive at Cetus' entrance in three rounds.
Gembound coming from Fornax may arrive in three rounds if by land, or two rounds if by water.
The approaching army.
"Those who can fight, defend the Hive. Those who cannot... flee Cetus, and take me with you." The words came along the link, but it was more than words, this time: it was compulsion, a powerful sense of purpose, of urgency. Those who could fight must defend Mother. Must return to her, even--those in farther caves, those who had called out to her. And those who could not must ensure her survival. Must leave Cetus, and bring her with them...
Each character may post once. Attackers are now arriving and may launch attacks. Defenders may roll as they see fit, as may those who wish to flee Cetus with samples of the Hive fungus. Attacks from this round can be defended against next round, so that posting order is not a factor in outcome, though those rolling defense this round may take their defensive actions into account.
Gembound coming from Pisces, Polaris, or Eridanus may arrive at Cetus' entrance in two rounds.
Gembound in Orion, Monoceros, Canis, and Hydra may arrive at Cetus' entrance in three rounds.
Gembound coming from Fornax may arrive in three rounds if by land, or two rounds if by water.
@Dragon (Pride, Dread, Giggle, Sergei, Legion)
@Aure (Phlegethon, Eythan, Nassir, Orthoclase-Alpha)
@Aries (Septiezal, Opal Three-Seven-Six)
@Selenite-Gamma (Serek, Pallas)
@Zyros (Aquamarine, Zelk, Tethys)
@Lamia (Azrael, Shoko)
@Hera (Ischium)
@Temperantia
RE: YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOM - Dragon - Mar 18 2020
Dragon, laboring along but with magic to fly him rather than true wings, struggled to keep up with the swift, smooth Dread.
Problematic, too, were his eyes. While the dragon could tilt his head down, and had predatory, bird-like binocular vision, Dragon had eyes set atop his head for looking out of water--and a thick, inflexible, muscular neck. He nearly fell out of the air, twice, when attempting to tilt himself to peer downward.
He had to resolve to sweeping low, dropping far below Dread's altitude to crash into the unnatural dark--that's magic, that is bad-
"MAGIC!" was all he had time to bellow, in warning, before the Hive became abruptly and terrifyingly visible. The bear, the demon, shadowy in the magic murk; he could hardly pick them out even with his vision, and as he flew through, he lost them almost at once. He turned, then, jaw opening, wheeling as the last of the magical wings began to falter, and calculated...
They needed light, yes, but they needed to drive these Gembound back, too, and away from the Hive. He didn't trust Astraea outright; he wasn't aiming to kill anyone, or aiming for anything in particular, even. But the gout of flame that flashed out, tearing toward the broken log, was large and long, and brooked no negotiation.
Problematic, too, were his eyes. While the dragon could tilt his head down, and had predatory, bird-like binocular vision, Dragon had eyes set atop his head for looking out of water--and a thick, inflexible, muscular neck. He nearly fell out of the air, twice, when attempting to tilt himself to peer downward.
He had to resolve to sweeping low, dropping far below Dread's altitude to crash into the unnatural dark--that's magic, that is bad-
"MAGIC!" was all he had time to bellow, in warning, before the Hive became abruptly and terrifyingly visible. The bear, the demon, shadowy in the magic murk; he could hardly pick them out even with his vision, and as he flew through, he lost them almost at once. He turned, then, jaw opening, wheeling as the last of the magical wings began to falter, and calculated...
They needed light, yes, but they needed to drive these Gembound back, too, and away from the Hive. He didn't trust Astraea outright; he wasn't aiming to kill anyone, or aiming for anything in particular, even. But the gout of flame that flashed out, tearing toward the broken log, was large and long, and brooked no negotiation.
RE: YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOM - Dread - Mar 18 2020
Overhead, Dread was mulling over the fact that nobody had really told him what to do. They'd said he was needed, and he'd assumed that he'd be muscle, but as their group surged for the hidden Hive, and as the first gout of flame began below, he made a decent assumption.
One mental shrug later, and the lengthy black dragon was sweeping down through the trees, his massive wings folding a little to keep from slamming into them. It would be difficult, if not impossible, for him to actually come in for a safe landing down there, and even so the void-black shadows made it hard to get through safely.
He had time to dip in, to sweep over the general area, his own jaws opening and his neck twisting down, before beating his wings and crashing up through the thinner branches and over the canopy once more. During that brief descent, however, he crossed Dragon's return approach perpendicular, coming in sideways and laying a broad swathe of flame down in his path: a sweeping flamethrower torrent of dragonflame.
Oh, and he had time to roar: a screeching, deafening bellow; because in a dragon attack, a roar was a necessary component.
Then he was twisting, turning and craning his neck to find a safe ascent back up and around, undoubtedly to make a second pass.
RE: YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOM - Pride - Mar 18 2020
Pride found himself moving a little more slowly, wary about his approach, wary about the sudden darkness seeming to shroud the area ahead. He started to warn the others--a quiet, "I think there's-" and he'd have continued, 'magic up ahead,' but Dragon, with a roaring bellow of 'MAGIC' in warning, both interrupted and finished his sentence for him.
Pride's eyes widened as he realized: someone had shrouded the entirety of the Hive in deepest shadow, even as he himself had hidden their own approach. They'd collided into one another without even realizing it: the attacking force striding right up against the Hive's nest area without any warning whatsoever.
He couldn't see anything, yet, and his ability to make light was weak; he hoped someone else could do so. His own magic, he gauged, was better used on other things, regardless. "WE NEED LIGHT! he called, trying and failing to make it commanding; his musical voice was too damn soft for it.
He tried to call up a shield, to form a barrier of magic, and nothing came; and he found himself cursing, backing away grimly from the impending battle. And so it begins, he told himself, and he didn't mean the battle; Cetus, it seemed, just loved to sap away his abilities.
RE: YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOM - Giggle - Mar 18 2020
Fear sparked up in her at the darkness--darkness on their end, darkness ahead. Flicking memories of silver eyes and leering nothing became a deafening roar, until she realized she was hearing the rush of her own heartbeat in her ears. Like before, she thought, grimly, when it was all that I could hear.
She caught only the briefest glimpses of the figures in the murky dark: stark, muddled impressions of Azrael, of Sergei, of the stump. There wasn't time to aim correctly, to really stop and concentrate, and the hyena reached out with her magic more like a quick lash than a tidal wave. It was sympathy as much as anything. She'd seen what it'd done to Opal. She recognized Azrael, even in that short moment, and though he'd been lumberingly slow, and fierce in his violence, he had not been evil. He'd listened, to some extent, to reason when others disagreed with him--she knew that much, at least, about him--and he, like the rest of them, deserved better.
Better than what the purple eel had gone through.
She felt her magic grip on nothing, and she wasn't sure she'd found him; she'd struck, it seemed, mere dirt. The unnatural darkness didn't help, and she grimaced, hoping that someone could cleanse it soon enough. So I can see what the hell I'm doing, she thought to herself, and a disjointed cackle briefly escaped her.
Omen had fled the battle the moment it had been joined, and the fear thrilling now through Giggle's mind was half the bird's. She didn't like fire pouring through the air around her, and Giggle couldn't say she blamed her. She spared her the briefest moment reassurance before turning her attention back to the group ahead.
RE: YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOM - Sergei - Mar 18 2020
Sergei stood, rapidly and unsettled, as the darkness fell around them like a shroud. He didn't really realize that it was Azrael's doing, and it put him sharply on edge. When strange figures and faces suddenly loomed in the darkness, the brown bear shot up on his hind legs and let out a startled bellow of challenge.
Just before him were a white stag, its coat swimming milky-white in the darkness, and a ragged-looking hyena; he charged them, only to see a thing with many green and glowing eyes coming up alongside the latter like a bodyguard.
The bear, his mind insisting that he "fight the big stuff" since he, himself, was "big stuff," veered for Orthoclase-Alpha without hesitation, his barreling gallop having barely enough time to get him up to speed before a collision.
He aimed to slam it, to go fangs-and-claws and weight-against-weight, oblivious with the roaring commands in his mind to its spines, its carapace, its rows of grinning teeth.
Sergei is attacking Orthoclase-Alpha.
RE: YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOM - Legion - Mar 18 2020
Terror buzzed through the swarm of mites. There was fire, and close on the heels of this, Mother's rage and panic. Fire was deadly. Fire would burn her away, cleanse her came the unbidden, whispered thought; fire would kill her.
Fear drove Legion. There were already hive samples elsewhere--spread throughout the Lessers, and planted in other caves--but they could help Mother, here and now. They could not fight, no--but they could help.
A thousand tiny sets of eyes fixed on the black dragon careening, crashing, back up through the canopy with laborious beats of its great wings. And after the dragon shot Legion: a small and buzzing brown-gray swarm, angry with the fury of a beehive but without the sting to follow up on it.
Instead they aimed to swarm Dread's eyes, its nostrils, its jaws, even (and that was a questionable proposition indeed). They'd have gone for ears, but they couldn't find any. All they needed to do was blind him, though--distract him, disorient him. Maybe he'd crash (and burn); or maybe he'd just ignore them, but they had to try.
Legion is swarming Dread!
RE: YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOM - Serek - Mar 19 2020
Serek was quiet as everyone talked, ears flicking this way and that as he pawed the ground. War. This... This was war. This was bad.
He looked to his left. His mother stood, searching through the muck. To his right, his brother, and he ducked his eyes as a sense of dread crashed over him. They were going to get hurt- and what could he do? Sit here and stand around, panicking at every dart coming their way?
Darkness swallowed around them, and Serek's ears dialed back with eyes wide in prey-like fear. He had to keep himself calm. Muscles twitched and fired as the group braved into the dark, fire lighting places on every side. Teeth gritting, he drew up his head, struggling to peer through the shadows. Alright, take it one step at a time. One. Two. Three- They started crescendoing forward, and he surged in, head down until he saw someone, anyone. Forehead connected with someone, and his eyes flew open to see a flurry of white, feathers, and eyes.
"SHIT!" He yelped, magic flaring out in a hard panic to drive out the fungus this- what the hell was it? He didn't have time to contemplate. He didn't know them and his breath caught as he struggled to get a grasp on Mother's hold on it. It was too loose- there was no... No source on this thing, no design anything like he knew.
He looked to his left. His mother stood, searching through the muck. To his right, his brother, and he ducked his eyes as a sense of dread crashed over him. They were going to get hurt- and what could he do? Sit here and stand around, panicking at every dart coming their way?
Darkness swallowed around them, and Serek's ears dialed back with eyes wide in prey-like fear. He had to keep himself calm. Muscles twitched and fired as the group braved into the dark, fire lighting places on every side. Teeth gritting, he drew up his head, struggling to peer through the shadows. Alright, take it one step at a time. One. Two. Three- They started crescendoing forward, and he surged in, head down until he saw someone, anyone. Forehead connected with someone, and his eyes flew open to see a flurry of white, feathers, and eyes.
RE: YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOM - Wolfsbane - Mar 19 2020
It nodded nearly in sync with its older sibling. It would look- watch, and... Not kill. Not like it could, anyways, but it certainly imagined it could. Determination set on its face as it darted ahead of Alpha, head and tail high as it tracked whatever that oily thing was and where it was going.
The fight exploded around it as darkness came."Wha-" It started before Alpha had been attacked.
A startled, freezing emotion it didn't realize it had came over it. It'd never seen anything but its siblings fight- never seen true death waiting in a beast's jaws. Here, an attack raged in front of its face, and blood pumped and instinct drove into its mind before it was able to give thought to its actions.
Maybe today, it'd bring that death back.
With a hideous caterwaul, Gamma launched forward with sharp claws out to latch onto the brown mass's body, looking to grab on and scratch. Not like it could do much, ultimately, as a cat against bear, but caves would it try.
The fight exploded around it as darkness came.
A startled, freezing emotion it didn't realize it had came over it. It'd never seen anything but its siblings fight- never seen true death waiting in a beast's jaws. Here, an attack raged in front of its face, and blood pumped and instinct drove into its mind before it was able to give thought to its actions.
Maybe today, it'd bring that death back.
With a hideous caterwaul, Gamma launched forward with sharp claws out to latch onto the brown mass's body, looking to grab on and scratch. Not like it could do much, ultimately, as a cat against bear, but caves would it try.
Selenite-Gamma is attempting to grab onto Sergei's back.