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Eclipsed Moon Quest Episode 135
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Quest Intro

You are Mikage Chiba, second year high school student, fifteen years old. You used to be the third woman to carry the mantle of the magical guardian of love and justice known as Sailor Moon, after your mother and older sister. A year and a half ago you had a traumatic experience fighting the corpse of the father of your best friend, struggled victory leaving you thinking you had killed the man you had set out to save and prompting you to abandon your heritage. More than that, the relating emotional collapse lead you to abandoning yourself. Developing disguises and personas to inhabit and do the things you could not in secret, to live while you let yourself wither, you carried on.

Now you know the truth and have been taking measures to put yourself back together, reconnect with old friends, and make new ones. More than that you’ve been doing your best to support your younger sister, Koyomi, as she has become the fourth to carry the title as Sailor New Moon.

Quest Start

The room is in certain disarray, the young Sailor Guardians and your assorted friends sprawled out for the most part prone from their seated circular positions in meditation. Only Keiko Sugimoto and Sasha remain seated and upright. There is still a faint ringing in your ears, the booming crash of thunder as something unusual rose from the meditations of one girl whose soul is protected by the planet Jupiter.

Kanari Kino groans from her place among the sprawled, ground zero of the blinding light and thunderous crash as something connected inside of her amid the meditations you instructed all present upon.

You and the dark haired woman watching this meditation until disaster struck, your mentor Hotaru Tomoe, rush to the point of disaster; checking everyone as the sound drowning silence slowly lifts.

You are in a room beneath the Crowne Arcade, part lounge and war room for the young Sailor Guardians. From this secret base today you have been running them along with your own Knights through some physical and supernatural training.

“It just kind of, struck me,” Kanari Kino admits as everyone get back to themselves as her brother, Koito, pats her back.

“That was so COOL, Z-chan!” the young Venus dives into the still frazzled girls lap, “What did it feel like? Did it feel like you were falling through space toward something? That’s what it felt like for me and I almost made it until you knocked us all FLAT!”

“Z-chan?” Koito Kino queries behind his suddenly flustering sister as she struggles with Venus climbing over her.
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>>451732

“You know how I always call Kanari-chan Zues as a nickname,” Koyomi explains as she sidles up alongside him, to which he nods, “Venus-chan has a tendency toward shortening nicknames,”

“BB-Chan has the right of it,” Venus pops in from over Kanari’s shoulder.

“Get off me and calm down,” Kanari grouses and sighs, “And yeah, I was falling through space...toward Jupiter,”

Her voice wavers a moment.

“Sounds like there’s more,” your best friend, Kairi, offers calmly, “It’s okay, take your time,”

“Before everything just sparked, I saw a castle and my mom,” she finally continues, “She wasn’t expecting me, but noticed me suddenly,”

“You connected to Io Castle,” Tomoe-sensei explains, “The Planet Palaces, when active, are broadcasting foci for the magic of our Guardian Planets,”

“Should we expect the same scope of reactions from everyone if they reach that connection,” you question while gesturing to the others.

“That’s dependent on their elements,” she reasons with the wisdom of her experiences, “To that end if we continue I think it would be prudent of me to put Sugimoto-san, Kumada-san, and Aino-san in barriers,”

“Why just us?” questions the youngest girl as she adjusts her bandana while hopping off of Kanari.

“You have dangerous elements,” your younger sister thinks aloud, “If Aiha-chan hits her break through it might just push a refreshing cool through the room. If I do it then it’ll probably be purification. Rin-chan and Keiko-chan could light the room on fire!”

“I’m naturally psychic though,” Aiha voices concern, “What if I let out a telekinetic burst?”

“That could be bad,” Rin says quietly.

“I don’t have a Castle, though,” Keiko observes, questioningly.

“Does the sun even need one of those things?” Sasha questions as he tries to adjust the pressure in his ear with a pinky finger and groans, “This is going to bother me for the rest of the day,”

“Jadeite suggests that the lack of a castle could make your breakthrough worse,” Midori suggests as she pours herself some juice.

This gives the dark haired girl...pause.

“Whatever,” Kanari interrupts the silence and then turns to Koyomi, “I want to keep going, and we should too,”

As everyone starts getting ready to resume meditation...you.

>You think maybe you should try some more meditation
>Want to pull someone aside to talk to, who?
>You need a breather while everyone gets settled back in
>Cast a spell or use a power
>Write in
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(voting window for Opening Post is 30 minutes from first vote cast. Subsequent votes will have 15 minute windows from first vote cast unless otherwise extended or noted)
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>>451735
>You think maybe you should try some more meditation
Go into our head for a bit and what's up with the other parts of ourself.
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>>451735
>You think maybe you should try some more meditation
>Write in lead everyone in getting back in the saddle and meditating, don't need them becoming gun-shy around their own powers. Adjust seating to give a bit more space and leave Tomoe to watching over or barrier prepping while the meditation sets in.
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Grabbing and Ecto Cooler and writing.

In the meantime give me dice+2d20. Best of three for each roll placement. 1s and 20s wild.
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Rolled 7, 12 = 19 (2d20)

>>451849
I thought they changed the names on those, did they change them back?
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Rolled 8, 20 = 28 (2d20)

>>451849
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Rolled 16, 11 = 27 (2d20)

>>451849
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“Then we should,” you support Kanari’s forward declaration, “And by we, I mean I’ll be joining in,”

Everyone rearranges their seating for the next round of meditation, by example and cue you lead everyone though settling back into the process. To your surprise, Sasha participates again without additional prodding.

As you settle into a relaxed state, focusing inward, you perceive magic washing over the you and the arrangement of those meditating around you. The room, as you hear it around you, disappears to silence. Tomoe-Sensei’s barrier is around you as well.

Cracking your eye and sparing a glance, you see the subtle shimmer of the barrier she has surrounding you, Keiko, and the other young Senshi while she herself stands in the middle of the circle, transformed into her regalia as the Messiah of Silence.

Sailor Saturn.

Relaxing yourself again you sink back into darkness, and within this barrier you are without the sound of your own heartbeat and breathing. Concentrating on your breathing, you make yourself aware through touch and pressure of your internal functions and the underlying magical veins of power that course through you.

And you fall into that world beneath yourself. Not through space or into the world beneath your feet, you see its golden warmth slipping away from you where it rests upon your chest as you tumble not up, nor down, but in.

And it is dark. It is darkness and quiet, streams of warm life course through this dark, sparkling rivers coming and going to your sight so bright it pierces through the silhouettes of your hands and illuminate the fractures within them.

And they are. Underneath the warm light pulsing with the rhythm of your heart you see yourself in mental effigy. Fracture lines cover your swirling form of gold and silver. Pieces are missing, but not as many as you would expect.

These fractures, fissures, and mended scars define you in this place as you are otherwise featureless. More than that, you are not alone. You've dived through your layers and surface and past the dark to find them so readily that you can choose who you face while here.

Three figures stand in different distances in the dark, facing away from you. The closest is someone you were quite recently, the other two are a bit farther away right now.

>Talk to the closest, in the beret
>Talk to the furthest, combing his hair
>Talk to the indistinct, huddling behind a magazine
>Talk to yourself, maybe you’ll answer
>Write in

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>What do you ask or talk about
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>>452053
>Talk to the indistinct, huddling behind a magazine
>What do you ask or talk about
So which one are we reading?
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>>452053
>Talk to yourself, maybe you’ll answer
So, how are we doing?
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>>452116
Well, I fell just outside the vote window.
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>>452127
Well then. It seems so. Writing.
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Spot of dinner, slight delay.
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Your vision focuses on the figure an indistinct distance away. She hides behind a magazine, huddled away from you and entirely unremarkable. Dark hair that blends in among the populous, a stature that keeps her from standing out.

Drifting toward her, you flow past and around her. Amid your fracturing facets of gold, obsidian, and silver you find her curled form reflected. She is alone, withdrawn, hiding behind pages clenched in hands so tightly crinkling obscured images.

“So,” your voice breaks the unending quiet of this place, shocking her with a squeak as eyes hidden behind glasses rise above the page, “which one are you reading,”

This figure, the fracture of yourself which you named Mimi, speaks quietly at first. Too quiet at first for you too hear, you look at her with some deeper questioning and she repeats herself with a bit more projection...but still mumbly and quiet.

“I w-w-was reading ab-b-b-bout spending time with our friends,” she admits weakly, “Even if it was tough, it was nice to m-m-meet Kairi-chan. I wish I could meet more of them,”

The magazine is lowered, and you can see remembered pieces of that time in Mahou Manga with Kairi.

“Who else do you want to meet?” you ask yourself through a mirror of warped self.

>Midori, she’s an important friend to you, even if as Mimi you’re afraid she’ll be mean
>Keiko, she’s so cool but you’re worried she wouldn’t have time for a nobody nerd like you
>Venus-chan is an idol, and too cool for you, but maybe she’ll give you a signed album
>Sasha got you that comic volume, as Mimi you’re worried he might not think you’re cool
>Saori Umeki seems nice, though as Mimi you are worried she’s weirder than you
>Do-do you think we could meet Y-Y-Yoshi, though you’re a bit scared
>Write in
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Good afternoon!

>>452429
Oooh, this seems like a tough one. Many fun thoughts. Many good friends to meet and get to know.. and one really odd one that have canny intuition.. even if it is filtered through her oddness.
>Saori Umeki seems nice, though as Mimi you are worried she’s weirder than you
>Write in
I have this strange urge to pull Aiha into this madness for some reason.
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>>452429
>>Saori Umeki seems nice, though as Mimi you are worried she’s weirder than you
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>>452429
>Do-do you think we could meet Y-Y-Yoshi, though you’re a bit scared <3
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Alright, writing.
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“Saori Umeki seems nice,” you say to yourself with a touch more steadiness as you float beside yourself rather than in front of, arm draping over her or you in steadying fashion.

“There’s something else though?” you question as the voice comes from inside of you first before she actually speaks.

“Well,” you sigh, “I’m a bit worried; she seems a bit weirder than me,” she shakes your head and shrugs her shoulders, “So tightly wound, and obsessed with you. What will she think of me being another piece of you if she figures it out?”

“She’s wily enough to do just that,” you curse to yourself and lean forward, withdrawing your arm.

“Though some of those books she shared with us looked pretty cool,” you admit beside yourself as your glasses clad face brightens red in the dim.

“We really should hang out with her a bit more,” you admit, “As either of us…”

You look out as you begin coming out of yourself. Perhaps this whole time you've been alone as you drift out of yourself and catch sight of the distant figures of Mimi, Daphne, and Dan wave you off and out of the darkness. As you drift out of yourself, you feel observed.

>What is watching you?
>Escape its potential gaze, wake up
>Escape this potential gaze, head deeper into yourself
>Ignore it, there is something else you want to explore within yourself, who?
>Write in
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>>452756
>What is watching you?
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Writing.
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>>452779
>>452822
Aw, missed it. Cool with this vote though.
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What is watching you here. What has eyes upon you that isn’t you within your own heart. The darkness that stained you and changed you is something you’ve already accepted back into yourself. Is there some lingering notion or connection to the enemy’s wellspring of ancient Chaos?

Spearing into the unknown distance you search for the eyes you feel upon you. Shifting beyond the boundaries of your own ego and concept of self, you explode into scintillating possibilities on planes of projected thought. A gold and silver tether trailing behind you, binding you by the light of the earth and moon to yourself as you seer and shine as imperceptible facets of gold and silver.

As you rocket through the immeasurable there is something in the distance. A great spreading veil of hungry darkness, tendrils reaching out into the folds outside of reality and touching the great chorus of hearts and souls upon this projection of the overlapping consciousnesses of the earth.

From within this veil, crystal eyes gaze out of you. To you it is still a nameless and distant thing. The vessel of the Chaos you fight, the Chaos that has infected you, the Chaos which threatens this world. Its eyes are upon this projection of your mind as it exists and writhes an infection to bring ruin upon even the distant cosmos.

While you still bear its scars of infection, you also yet burn with a golden light as silver licks at the edge of your flames. There is power within the Heavens and upon the Earth that can drive it back when you find it.

Though, within the dark are distant points of light...

>Dive into this darkness, toward the eyes
>Dive into this darkness, toward one of the lights
>Leave this darkness, it isn’t time yet
>Dive into the darkness with no direction, what will you find there?
>Cast a spell or use a power
>Write in
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>>452929
>>Dive into this darkness, toward one of the lights
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>>452929
>Leave this darkness, it isn’t time yet
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>>452929
>Leave this darkness, it isn’t time yet
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>>452929
>>Dive into this darkness, toward one of the lights
>>Cast a spell or use a power
Eclipse Regalia online if it is not, conceal thoughts, Control Darkness and Shadow (To help get through), and prep roses (if accessible) with Daybreak Arrow.
Avoid the eyes, probably not ready for a straight up fight yet.
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>>452929
>Dive into this darkness, toward the eyes
Diiiiiive!
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Counting
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Alright, looks like even after an extended vote we still need a final destination.

Queue up!

When the FD drops you have four minutes from when the first vote cast.

Reply to it only with the number of your vote. No line breaks, comments, green text, or the like or your vote will not be counted.
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Final Destination Vote

Options
1 Into Darkness, points of light
2 It isn't time yet
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>>453060
1
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>>453060
2
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Writing
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>>453060
1
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Contentious, it would seem. Happens sometimes. I hope everyone is okay with what may come next.
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>>453079
I have concerns, but a can't ignore other points of light holding against the dark. Likely those that could use aid, or could offer it.
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Give me dice+1d20 best of three 1s and 20s wild
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Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>453091
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Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>453091
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>>453097
>>453091
Please tell me this is a stealth roll that we can reroll..
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Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>453091
In answer to my earlier gif: I would.
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Rolled 5, 2, 4 = 11 (3d6)

>>453101
>>453101
It is not, sadly

>>453097
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>>453101
We can always planet power the roll.
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>>453120
Do I hear a call for Planet Power?

Y/N
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>>453101
If not, I guess surge is one of our few hopes. Maybe some of the spell suggestions were helpful?
>stages of grief.jpg

>>453120
Aye.

>>453112
Maybe we'll be alright?

>>453126
Yes.
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>>453126
Y
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>>453126
Y
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Rolled 6 (1d8)

Alright, Planet Power
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Well, gonna reduce that 3d6 by one die for now.

so instead of being 11 its seven.

>7 damage taken to Emotional Wall
>Drained Shadows increased by 7
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>>453163
Alright, worth the effort, decreasing damage is good.
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You will not dive into darkness unarmored. Wrapping yourself again in the mental image of grey robes and regalia, you dive forward while erecting a fortress of the mind that you may go without your thoughts being drawn away from you among other mental armaments.

In this dream like state you pitch through the dark as through licking flames. Spiraling through without it truly engulfing you, despite its raging and living nature. There is aggressive intent as you realize another way to keep the dark at bay, ensorcelling it within the area around you. Keeping it back...but clashing with the enigmatic force of will behind it.

This presence is immense and drowning. It is the shadows here, and will not be controlled. Your power does not keep it at bay, even as you try to further safeguard yourself against it with the pulsing light of your starseed. While it helps keep some of it back, enough makes contact, and in that touch flames of the utter black of the emptiness between worlds try to consume you... and yet it sustains you.

As it tries to erode at your mental fortitude it also quenches the hunger and thirst born of your infection. Even at this distance from yourself you feel the fangs of your magical mutation ache and pulse with a pleasing sensation as though feeding.

You are not of me

Still, you power forward...until you are among the lights…

And they are many. Places and souls so touched by the darkness and all scattered here in the darkness...the darkness that still tries to consume you. Flames of Chaos cloying at your being. Luckily you are strong. Your mind is strong. You can endure this. At least, that is what you believe.

It's all around you, and suspended in this flame are points of contact. Within this space you understand they are minds and souls touched by the darkness in some fashion, existing wherever they are and here independent of one another.

Intrinsically you can sense your own anchored point within this mass, as unsettling as that may be, and a plethora of points that are somehow close to you. Like stars in the night sky of a city, the distant minds touched are everywhere though faint. Only some seem close enough to reach.

And each bare not a sight of color, but a guiding thought given visible form in patterned light. Synthestate.

Love, trusting and empathic to your sorrow and pain. A jasmine, in flower and in danger of wilting. Four weapons, scarred by your touch and drawn. First blood, mended and seeking recourse. A tired smile, baiting and wanting for more. Fury, insult and rage at defeat. A mirror, reacting and sitting in wait.

The darkness continues to close in upon you…

>dice+1d20 best of 3, usual rules apply

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>Love
>Jasmine
>Four
>First
>Smile
>Fury
>Mirror
>One of the more distant lights
>Attempt to leave this trance
>Write in
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Rolled 10 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>453219
>>One of the more distant lights
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>>453219
>>Jasmine
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>>453219
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>>453219
Forgot how to roll dice for a second
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Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>453219
I'm going to start calling for a surge, this is serious business.

>&
The Mirror tempts me, but the Jasmine is in danger of wilting.
>Jasmine
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Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>453219
>>453236
Gotta put it in the Optioms field with no capitals.
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>>453252
*options
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>>453252
>>453219
>Four
Shitennou or the rogue shadow creations?
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No need for surge, you keep the darkness back this choice.

Writing

gonna need an insight test.

dice+1d20+6 against a difficulty test of 24. Best of 3.
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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>453219
>Jasmine
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Rolled 20 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>453264
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Rolled 20 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>453265
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>>453270
Yeah!
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>>453264
I uh, I think they got it boss
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>>453270
Is it strange that I'm still tempted to surge that, still feeling a bit anx-

>>453274
-Holy moon healing, Batman!
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>>453278
Still need a third if you'd like the honors.
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Rolled 5 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>453264
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So if I understand right, will double wilds give us two extra magins? Or something less numeric?
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>>453334
There is no double wild, unless it's a 1 and a 20.
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You are left momentarily uncertain, but you power forward as you decisively fall upon the flower in danger of wilting. These souls and hearts are those you have had some form of contact with, therefore the scent of jasmine on the sweet edge of wilt and rot is your immediate concern.

Rushing through the dark, you weave and push against the shadows with your own magical potential to control them and manage to keep the reaching and cloying flames from reaching you as you fall upon the light. Painfully you are pulled through it and out of the mire and totality of Chaos, and find yourself somewhere new.

You fall upon rough ground littered with green mass and white stars of fire curled back petals. Jasmine from here to the horizon. Rising to get your bearings, despite the clarity of the world around you the sky is awash in familiar patterns of stellar constellations turning across the span of your vision.

“So many flowers,” you whisper in certain awe to the conceptual space around you, before you spy something in the distance.

A figure, facing away with wild green tresses curling down her figure and into the mass of the world beneath you. The green from which the flowers spring is not plant, but hair. Charging through and toward this apex point of this world, you find and indistinct and unclad woman. Her face and form muted beneath a glowing pale and porcelain white accentuated by her verdant mane.

She turns to face you, words dying on the glow of her light, when you first notice the dark of clinging vein and vines creeping up from underneath her. Binding her legs to the spot as they’ve wrapped around her and through.

“Who are you,” you ask of the figure and reach out for her.

Your closeness causes her to turn away. To look toward some distant figure of a man all in white dancing through the field of flowering hair with a woman of green clad in black. She watches them dance. Envious and yearning.

She watches as the woman is left behind.

In the distance and all around, spires of clear crystals and black stone rise violently from the sea of jasmine bearing hair as your host falls to her knees. Skies cloud as a nightmare of impossible memory consumes her.

You know the broken skyline as dark clouds storm red above. Recognizing it from another dream, where you closed the rift between you and your elder sister, though here it is in ruins. The Crystal Tokyo of a possible future.

Over it, a harsh and terrible dragon looms and roars loud enough to nearly deafen you and blow the flowers barely clinging to their borne places. Instinctively you grab for the shoulders of the fallen woman, and you look upon her. Truly look upon her.

Perception piercing the veil of uncertainty borne of her questioning of her own identity, you see through the porcelain. Hanako. Face and body marred and entangled in a spiderweb of corrupting influence and fear. Eyes full of envious hope and fear; on her precipice.
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>>453409

Had you not this miraculous clarity, this certainty of her infection might have escaped you. Though it would not have been too hard to extrapolate what you have seen here, that Hanako Minami in another time could have been Esmeraude of the Black Moon Clan and Kalunite has definitely marked her with the taint of Chaos.

And she is close to it overwhelming her, as close as she is obsessed with someone whose attentions she died for in an alternate course of events.

With that, you are not pulled back through the dark but through unknown or measured dimensions to the snapping alertness of your own eyes in the dim of the lounge.

Surrounded by your friends and allies as they too are coming out of their trances.

>Kanari Kino, Aiha Mizuno, Rin Kumada, Venus Aino, Koyomi Chiba level up
>I still need to level up Kairi and Midori
>Koito Kino to be statted and leveled
>Sasha has acquired a Feat for reaching a new experience level after 6 instead of gaining a level as indicated in E6 rules
>Keiko Sugimoto has acquired a Tier up

Eclipsed Moon Quest Episode 135
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Thanks for the thread. Didn't quite get where I wanted to today but I hope we all had fun.
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>>453424
Thanks for the thread Art
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>>453424
It's been fun!
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>>453411
We need to reinforce Flowers somehow. Dream intervention is the best idea I can think of. Any other thoughts?

>L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-LEVEL UP!!!!!!!!!!
Awesome!

>>453424
Great fun as always! Thanks for the run!
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>>453424
Thanks for the thread.

Also, at >>452991 you posted a picture of Esmeraude and then we wound up visiting her mind.
Fitting, yes?
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>>453957
So it would seem.
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>>453946
Have this thought to send Mikage in Endymion regalia, Sailor Sol, and Sailor Venus into her dreams to turn her around along with a musical number.
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>>457561
Anon, I am filing that away as a suggestion Venus-chan will make. Just because.
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>>457623
I could almost feel bad for Kal if we got her brimming with hope & love when he's all set for sorrow & heartbreak collection. He's there being all reasonable compared to the monster mash approach, and we go and quietly undermine that again.
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>>453219
I'd love to take more shots at this means of information gathering.
What sort of resistance do we need to bolster to fight through it more effectively?



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