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Deep Space Super Sailor Madriu
HP: 39/75
Location: D8
Action: Attacking the boss!
Boss HP: 0/1500

"I will, I promise," Madriu agreed. Maybe, if he could do it, Arcalis could too--they might both be able to find gifts that aided them in their new and slightly unusual journeys forward.

But that was not now. They needed to get home first, and Madriu was keenly aware of how tired Arcalis likely was--especially if he was resorting to throwing rocks over hurling magic. Madriu could, he though,t take his eyes off the beast for a moment--for long enoguh to worry more about his partner than about the latest thing trying to kill them both (a thing the many others fighting seemed to have well in hand.)

"Migadye, are you alright? Still holding on?" Things had felt thoroughly perilous, earlier, when he'd reached for his new magic. Less so now, perhaps, but--well, it was only natural to worry.

Haldane could honestly say that he had no memory of the last half of the battle - one moment he was flinging magic - oddly stable despite him still not having accomplished whatever it was he needed to do to stabilize it - and the next the sun was shining, however briefly, a peace settling in around them.

Had he blacked out? That was kind of disturbing, but that was something he could contemplate later. Right now, there was victory, even if he doubted he'd contributed half as much as everyone here... They all seemed far more capable than he did. Even when he could remember fighting, he was more of a bumbling mess than anything... He needed more practice, to buckle down and zone-in. Bellatrix could only teach him so much. Taking note of the faces here, he thought maybe he could take some pointers! Well, maybe not right now - some were looking more than a little traumatized.

Haldane rubbed the back of his head, feeling a bit awkward. He hadn't even said a single word to anyone here directly. Now seemed like an awkward time for introductions.

Page Yetzirah of Cosmos

Something had pulled him back from the brink. Something pushed back the fog, pushed back the panic and the fear and the tightness in his chest eased up enough for him to take a few gulps of breath. Yetzirah could only stay where he knelt, shivering but not in the depths of his panic as he had been moments before. He watched as the others fought and pushed back against the monstrous skeleton and fungi, and the senshi who had summoned them here was over at the temple beyond it. The creature, past its death and more, finally let out a cry, and dust to dust, it and the other skeletons that had been attacking them and constantly reforming... fell away. It was over. This world was safe, yeah? The brief bit of sunlight was a balm to him, and slowly, he at least was able to push himself back to his feet. He just... he just needed to go home. Badly.



Eternal Solaris of Catalysts

The fact Dagon got sent into the water had been a definite concern for a moment--what was on land was bad enough, she didn't want to consider how much worse the fungi-fueled skeletons might be beneath the waves. But the native senshi got herself out, over to the temple and.... well. Solaris had paused briefly in the fight to look skyward and about the grounds when she realized the fog was gone. The skeletons fell, the giant one didn't sound so great, and sure the fog came back... but it didn't stay. The thing was dead anew, crumbled to dust along with all the other skeletons that'd rehashed themselves into grotesque shapes throughout the course of the fight. So many spare limbs where they really shouldn't be on a humanoid figure...

Solaris herself let out a heavy breath, catching herself with her hands on her knees as she bent slightly to steady her breathing once more. The Chaos was gone. Another world, freed of it. The sunlight made her squint somewhat, but the colors the forming sunset cast let her mind wander. Wander back to other places where clouds glimmered golden and pink and peach and the skies were a warm tint that bled into darkness.

But for now... she let those thoughts drift. Things she could focus on later. For the moment... she let herself refocus in an entirely different direction--like how soon after all this would it be acceptable to reach out to Dagon and pry about her plans for any rebuilding she had in the works, or if the world would be open to visitors again soon cuz she wanted dibs on that sign-up sheet if so.



Super Morgan of Gateways

The fog was pushed back, and with it, Morgan felt like she could actually breathe again without choking or her chest constricting as if a boa were tangled about her. The use of so much of her magic, so rapidly, had greatly depleted her energy. Something that shocked her, really, and gave her a bit of a bitter taste in her mouth. She was... out of practice, was the best way she could summarize it all. But the others attacked the skeletons, the leviathan, pushed back and light burned away the filth and the sun felt warm... Morgan hadn't seen a world cleared of Chaos before. It was a marvel to her to behold, satisfying as it was to see the immense bones turn to dust and fade away into nothing--the sunset, though. That was the real marvel to her. The world may live again, did she catch that phrase right? Well. It was a sweetness, an especially welcomed one, that Morgan carried back home and put considerable thought into.