Quistis stepped to the side, readying her whip again when Anachide came up beside her and damaged the Flan she was targeting, an approving smile spread across her face. "Good job." She tells the girl, stepping forward again so swipe her whip at it with a sharp crack. She backed up again afterwards, looking to Jeffery, who was finishing off the other flan. "Once we are done here we press on, we shouldn't have much trouble with Flan from here on out, since the main force of them is topside. Hopefully we'll get to the scouts quickly."
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Quistis delivers 57 damage to the Flan!
Trance Harper generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
65!
Bloody Murder Berserk Swordsman Blades of Glory CD = 0 Blind Deference
Inventory:
medical kit Senna's locket
Harriet watched as her attack ripped through Flan, splattering bits of goo around the floor and leaving the remaining Flan sizzling as though it had be put through a microwave oven. A puddle beside the creature was all that appeared to left of its comrade. Harriet's eyes drifted to the side absently as she wondered whether to make the effort to move it and give the beastie a thrashing with Seelen Schlaeger. Then I'll have to clean it all over again...
However, she could see that the thing was half-beaten, it likely wouldn't be able to do much harm to her or the other two before they took it out. Blind Deference would be a waste of her time and energy. Dragging her Claymore across the floor as she moved, sending an echoing screeching sound of metal on stone through the tunnel, the platinum haired girl approached the Flan. Staring vacantly into its similarly amber-orange eyes, Harriet sliced at it with the giant sword, the heavy blade moving with surprising speed and generating a spark as it left the ground.
Translations: n/a English translations: n/a Non-uniform attire: duck jewels Out Of Chocobos: this is like the shortest rp post I've ever written ~facepalm~
Jeffery Jones "....." Age: 14 | Height: 5'1" Sentinel Trabia Cadet; SeeD Candidate; G HP 300 | MP 15 | 2892 Gil Weapon: Leather Gloves = 10 + 1 (DEF) Companion: n/a *biggrinraw Magic:* *:Choco-Charge:* *:Returning:* *:The Chocobo’s Wrath:*
As he gathered his strength, he decided that it was time to finish off what was left of the remaining fran. Standing back up and taking a deep breath of air, jeff charged at the slimy body of goo. Jumping from his side to the other fran, he smiled as he focused all of his attack on the returning. This attack gave him a healing factor back, but also gave the fran enough damage that made it explode. A single punch to the face made the fran melts, turning into a puddle of goo before them before looking back at both of the ladies with him.
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HP 257/300 | MP 15/15
Weapon Damage: 10 Adept: 10 + 1 = 11 Total Damage: 21 Total Defense: 28 Special: 5x11=55+10=65 Attack healing: 33
*:Returning:* Single Target 0 post CD Passive -Grapplers Lament- Jeff gains 2x(A) health back every turn he does not have an enemy trapped in his grasp. Active - Costs: 3 mana After taking damage, Jeffrey gives a reprisal with such fury that the foe is knocked back 10 feet. Damaging the enemy for 5x(A) and gaining 3x(A) health. If Draw magic puts this skill on Cool-down for 3 turns, Jeffery is refunded 3 mana.
Took a step back when the students defeated the flan, wrapping her whip up and fastening it to her belt. "Well done students. Now, lets get our bearings." She looked around then turned opposite the way they came. There was a crackling noise from her PHS and she pulled it out, "Ins....tor Trepe, .......... copy? Selph....fugee ......posi....cous?" Quistis frowned at all the interference, "Hello? Who is this? I can't understand what your saying..." The PHS crackled more and she shook her head, putting it back on her belt. "Lets continue forward, like I said there should be little Flan left to contest us if my suspicions are true and they in fact were driven topside by a bigger monster." She went into a run again, a bit frantic, she was. Worried about the two scouts and most particularly the girl in her squad, she wouldn't forgive herself if anything happened.
Eljhas generated a random number between
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1!
Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 6:27 pm
Azazel
"The cold is not so bad." Age: 15 | Height: 5'2" Magi Trabia Cadet; SeeD Candidate ; G 1775 Gil | HP 200 | MP 25 Weapon: Fuuma Shuriken Axe (13) ; +1 Adept Companion: n/a *:Wicked Blades:* *:Stand Aside:* *:Shiver Blades:* *:Arcana:*
The group would travel further down, at a certain point the railway turned to the north, just sharp enough to make it difficult to see around the corner. The sounds of battle were much louder. "Wright?! Gladstone?!" Quistis called out, and just as she did Cadet Gladstone was thrown into the wall adjacent to the group with great force. All of the wind knocking out of him on impact, he didn't fall down but he did stumble on his feet, his back resting against the wall. There was a sound of something cutting through the air, and the Fuuma Shuriken Axe imbedded itself into Azazel's shoulder. He couldn't let out a scream, the air had already been knocked out of him. His head fell down as he tried to catch his breath, gasping and grasping at his weapon.
((OOC: It gets real! Azazel is the new Mark, as stated in the chat room.))
"One must earn respect; none are entitled to it." Age: 25 | Height: 5'11" Technic Balamb SeeD Instructor ; F 2813 Gil | HP 150 | MP 15 Weapon: Claymore (5) +1DEF Companion: n/a *:Judgement:* *:Brimhazzard:* *:Omni-Tool:* *:Rush Dynamo:*
Other than the sounds of their constant footsteps as they ran to catch up to the next group, creaking and moaning could be heard faintly in this underground railway. The metal of the railway seemed to vibrate, and every now and then they could hear a sharp pang, dulled by their distance away from it. Where were these sounds coming from? Seymour didn't know, and that made him curious, made him cautious. They all could hear a shout in the distance, and a dull bang of metal, both sounds coming from further down the tunnel. Just how far down were the others? He hoped that they arrived in time to help, for it sounded that their presence was needed greatly. "Almost there." He said clearly for his team. "They most likely found the problem already. But better late then never."
Nauscica generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
28!
Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 12:39 pm
Selena Wright "The road to perfection is paved in Blood. Yours, and mine." Age: 18 | Height: 5'8" Sentinel Galbadia Garden SeeD Candidate; G 1000 Gil | HP 300 | MP 15 Weapon: Mortar (Canister Pistol) Companion: N/A *biggrinraw Magic:* *:From the Skies:* *:Valiant:* *:Hawk-eye:*
After Azazel was thrown, her eyes traveled to where he landed cringing at his impaling wound. That momentary glance almost cost her dearly as she'd spot in just enough time the beasts tentacle. She wrapped her arms over her face, curling down into a ball as she was grabbed. It held on while whipping her around in the air, keeping her from being able to shoot it properly, and as it threw her where the boy had been she hit the wall hard next to him. Coughing, the ringing in her ears making her numb to the sound of Quistis' yell. She regained her composure and tried to run at the beast again, out of sight from the others, her gun shots the only indication at the moment of what was going on.
((ooc note: Seymour's group will arrive to battle after one round, but feel free to post any ambiance posts. smile ))
*:Hawkeye:* Passive - Increases Physical Damage by (ACU) and heals her by half the total damage she deals. Passive goes on CD for 4 turns when she activates the ability.
"Wright?! Gladstone!?" Trepe called out as she heard signs of battle, and just as she did Cadet Gladstone was thrown into the wall adjacent to the group with great force, causing the instructor to pause. She didn't even have much time to take a step forward because the boy's weapon whipped around and imbedded itself into his shoulder. Quistis shuddered visibly at the boy's lack of a scream, but the pain so apparent on his face. "Cadets! Assist Cadet Wright!" She ordered as she came to Azazel, who was trying to pull the blade out. "Hold on! Let me help you!" After studying the weapon's impact wound, Quistis got a med kit ready, grasping hold of it and yanking the blade out. Azazel gave another yelp of pain and slumped. Dropping the Axe, she knelt down to assist Gladstone.
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Quistis uses a Medical Kit on Azazel! Medical Kit - Costs 90 gil ea. Recovers 10% health back over the course of 4 turns. CD 5 turns. Stacks 10. Minor Action.
Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 3:57 pm
This part of the railway tunnel had a smell most foul, the pungency of the stench pierced the sinuses like bad hot sauce. If the hot sauce smelled like sewage and salt water. The creature let out a bellow at Selena as the girl ran at it again, the sound was eerie and would send chills down the spine of all who heard it. After the sound wave was bellowed out, the creature inhaled deeply. Sucking in the pungent air back into itself.
:--Passive: Caustic Inhalation For every turn Bad Breath is being channeled, the Malboro gains 6 mana. Passive goes on CD for 2 turns if interrupted.
Eerie Sound Wave: 4 MP 2CD Sends sound waves that inflict POW+MDmg non elemental magic damage to all enemies within a range of 40 feet. ((Including enemies out of sight))
Sewer Malboro deals 60 damage to all foes in range! Sewer Malboro inhales deeply......... Sewer Malboror gains 6 mana.....
Jeffery Jones Age: 14 / Sentinel HP 312/360 | MP 15 | 2734 Gil Weapon: Leather Gloves = 7 + 1 (DEF) PDmg: 28 MDmg: 8 Armor: 72 MRes: 12
Opening his eyes as the sound of eerie sounds, Jeff instantly jumped up and covered his ears. The magical damage was shaking him up good, taking a size able amount of damage from it. Growling as he looking up, Jeffrey dashed at the monster. He was tired of the magical attacks that were used against him, it showed threw his feral and bloodthirsty eyes. Ramming into the side of the monster, He launched his fists at the side of the monsters face, striking as fast and as hard as he could. After fishing the fifth strike, Jeffery, kept hold of the creature so it was not getting away.
*:The Chocobo’s Wrath:* Single Targets, Combo, Interrupt-able 5 post CD Charging forward at a target, Jeff will use a series of kicks and punches that mimics a Chocobo’s fighting style four times. Each Combo grows stronger with every turn that the enemy is in Jeff's grasp. Doing 3x(A) four times the first turn, 4x(A) four times the second turn, 5x(A) four times the third turn, and 6x(A) four times the fourth turn in damage, does extra effects to the enemy if imbued with draw magic.
Damage taken: 48 Damage dealt: 100 Effects:
Eljhas generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
17!
Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 2:37 pm
Lord_Titus2012
Azazel
"The cold is not so bad." Age: 15 | Height: 5'2" Magi Trabia Cadet; SeeD Candidate ; G 1775 Gil | HP 200 | MP 55 PDmg 48 | MDmg 99 |Armor 16 | MRes 44 Weapon: Fuuma Shuriken Axe (13) ; +1 Adept Companion: n/a *:Wicked Blades:* *:Stand Aside:* *:Shiver Blades:* *:Arcana:*
The world was spinning, he placed his hand on his axe, which had been embedded into his shoulder. The pain as like fire, he shivered from it. He barely heard Instructor Trepe as she spoke, his eyes were unfocused, and he didn't fight when she moved his hands. He let out a scream when she removed the axe, and nearly fell. Sliding down the wall, he grasped his shoulder. The room spun again as she was patching him up. It was all he could do to keep from passing out, he would stare at the ground. Everything was in a haze, he couldn't focus on much else.
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HP 63/200 MP 10/55 Azazel is being healed by Quistis with a Med Kit for 20 points!
"Stay awake, Gladstone. I'm almost done. We'll need you. Okay? Keep it together." She tried to sound reassuring to the younger boy, as she opened the jacket, applying pressure onto the wound. Cutting the jacket with the pair of scissors provided in the first aid kit, to give her more room to work with. She decided that the wound was much too deep to just put a bandage over it, she took out the medical glue, and used it on the wound, after cleaning it up the best she could with a gauze. When she had a good layer of glue in the wound, she closed it up with some sutures. "I'm really proud of you Gladstone, just keep it up. Your doing just fine." She placed a gauze on the wound and did the first wrap, tightly, but not too tight as to close off circulation. She looked over her shoulder then to see what was going on. The sound of the scream of the monster rattled her bones, but she didn't close her hands over her ears, she kept her hands on Azazel's wound.
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Quistis takes 48 magic damage! Quistis continues using Med Kit on Azazel!
