Now he felt the hits from the Queen. Did little to make him back off. He still had more than enough energy to keep hacking and slashing away. So long as he kept landing relatively good hits anyways. There was always that tiny detail in the luck.
My character's username: BridgesBurn My character's level: 32 Character's HP: 40/40 [+2 heals from Lupia White Pawn Princess ... when needed] Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Small IC description of character:
A tall man, his skin is dark and eye a bright gold color. Two sets of black horns curve upward from a mass of curly, short-cut pale hair. BridgesBurn has taken on a Gryphon coat of black and gold accents. The black and gold hat is accented by a golden feather. A loose white shirt can be seen under the coat, along with red pants and a heavy brown belt. An eyepatch over his right eye completes the look. Multiple belts lay outside the coat.
"Just think of all the experience you're gaining, Ino...." Instead of waiting for the other to whack him for the pun he charged up to assault the Queen with his cards, letting her whack him instead.
FIRST OF ALL, none of this was real anyways, or so OCTOPU55Y believed. Her heart was set on nothing being real. Sure, something must have happened for them all to be there consciously, but she honestly did not see any of this happening in real life, no matter how many times she pictured it. She was used to underwater shenanigans, like the time when all of her sisters and her went to play near the beautiful, sight-seeing coral reefs near home. She giggled at the memory, remembering how her oldest sister had gotten a fin stuck in the coral and they had to break some of it off. That little piece of blue coral, so small, so simple, was currently back in her bedroom, down underwater, in the home that was her own-- a small memento, solid memory of that day. Her heart wept-- oh no, please, don't try to remember your family, OCTO, please...
If she did, she would be done. She would sit, lay down and cry, break down into a million pieces, just like the ones she was collecting as she thought.
She could not. Not when she knew she could do some damage against this godforsaken boss. Her hand tightened around her whip, clenching her jaw with a strange, unplanned amount gumption-- determination. She had to keep going, fighting, aiming to be the best.
But... for what reason? Why would she do this...? If all of this was not real, why was she fighting? What was she fighting? Why was she putting up the effort to even try for this? Life was not meant to be wasted in something as trivial as games. Games were stupid, pointless, little joys that never were worth her time. She didn't believe in playing-- but then again... God, she was so ******** confused. What were her goals? Her achievements? She wanted to become strong, to become powerful, but for what? To be ignored? Her life was not to be ignored!! She was a being, a living thing, to be listened to. She needed recognition!! And with this thought, OCTO readied her arm, cracking it as she flicked it back. Oof, She needed another stretch.
She stretched her legs this time, swaying her hips from side to side like a conga dancer. She was ON FIRE, but then again she was not and could never be because she was a water demon and that was just not a thing that could be happening. Or... NO. NO NO NO, she was not about to think about her nightmare again, never. She didn't want to have that in mind when against the thing she considered the most scary thing in the game, goddamnit! Okay, well... actually... the glitch was pretty ******** scary, if she was to be honest.
OCTO sighed, readying her whip again. She felt her strength slowly draining, which was... really bad. She needed to heal up, damnit, but she didn't have the time, she needed to attack. She wasn't that physically strong, no, but she would try, and give it all she got. Then again... Really... Why was she trying so hard...?
MY STATS
My character's username: OCTOPU55Y My character's level: 39 +50exp Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Doormouse Doctor. Current party: N/A Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Ark Location: ??? Small IC description of character: A dark-grey skinned female with scales and bright neon marks littered all over her body. She has bold purple hair pulled into a side ponytail, and purple eyes to match, with her sclera completely black. With fins replacing her ears as well as webbing trailing from one finger to the other, this girl looks aquatic. Character journal:ALL DA PU55Y
Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 6:20 pm
[ 2607 Damage ] +50 DMG
2/5 solos Rhythm was not going to lose, no way no how. She fully intended to break this game, she was going to wake up safe and sound in her own bed, her and everyone else who was trapped in this nightmarish dream game. Well the others would wake up in their own beds, not hers! Yes everyone in their own bed. Although she had to admit the game was pretty fun up until it came out that they were all going to be replaced. It was a shame really, they had a good thing going for them, if only they could you know log out and stuff. But then they had to go and ruin it by planning to go and kill everyone. That was love for the consumer right there, not. Whatever, she had bigger fish to fry right now than to more the loss of what could have been a good game. Namely the red queen that was currently trying to kill her. Again with the killing, why couldn’t these people get a life? She sighed apparently not, well one that did not involve mass murder. She dodged an attack and slashed out with her claws. Another attack and she dodged it again and retaliated with another slash from her claws. Little by little, bit by bit she would slowly wattle down and tire out the opponent. She could, she would bet them! She would beat them at their own game. She was not alone either there where others many other people who would stand with her and fight, fight to the bitter end. She dodged again, sliding under the attack and then flipping of her hands to get above the Red Queen, high above her target she struck slashing at the queen with her claws. She landed and dodged another blow, the queen was fast, it was hard to keep dogging these attacks. She would not give up though; she was determined to do as much damage to this Red Queen lady as she could. Rhythm had no idea if she was real or not, she had asked about Rhythms real self, of course that was just a ploy to get data for the fake her. Well she was the real one and she could take anything they dished out at her or so she would like to think. The hits that the queen did manage to land where powerful strikes. She was sent flying as the queen managed to hit her. Rhythm groaned as she pushed herself up off the dusty ground and back onto her feet. She was quick and nimble like a cat in this world (or so she though, it was debatable if she was any better than in the real world), but unfortunately that did not mean that she always landed feet like one. She stood watching her prey for a moment before launching herself across the barren ground, dodging and side stepping the corpses that where in her way as she charged the queen.
OOC MY STATS
My character's username: Rhythm My character's level: 37 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Current party: RockerReaper Current Guild: N/A Location: Small IC description of character: She's got long black hair pulled loosely to the side, pale skin and amber eyes. She is wearing the Purple coat/ears and blue tail/scarf/leggings recolor of the Cheshire class outfit Character journal: BATTLE ENTRY LOG
That attack wasn't so good. He can sense it even before he jumps into action. Still it was better than not hitting at all. He just has to help keep it up. She's gotta go down sometime? Sides, he's at least getting fragments off her. Hopefully he can get enough of them to make a difference here.
Willard's Deck
[ My Main Starter Deck ]:
MY STATS
My character's username: Willard My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 20 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Herald Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Basile is a short 4'11 and sickly. He seems to be suffering from a constant cold and has dark eyes. He gives an air of being suspicious. Character journal:LINK
ANY PERSON I AM RPING WITH I WILL QUOTE LIKE THIS
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MY CARDS:
[IMAGE OF CARD HERE RANK 1 ] [IMAGE OF CARD HERE RANK 2] [IMAGE OF CAR HERE RANK 3 ] ETC
gaia_crown[ CHARACTER USERNAME HEREs STATS ]
HP: 20 BOSS HP REMAINING:[/b --- ATTACK: 4 ATTACK TARGET: Boss DEFENSE SELF: 0 DEFENSE TARGET: 0 HEALS SELF: 0 HEALS TARGET: 0 LUCK MULTIPLIER: 0 on none
King's Crown and Improved Attack are active from before. He summons his Alice RE mini pet for extra damage. His left arm is replaced with a metal gauntlet as he slashes furiously at the queen.
Dreadpirate's Stats
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HP: 20 / 40 Attack: 7x2x2 = 28 + 20 (?) + 10 (Alice RE mini) - cap at 50 Defend: 10 this round; 5x2x2 next round Turn: 3 / 6
Burn let out a grunt as yet another of the Queen's hits jarred him. He was doing... well enough. Still kept going. Still could keep going. How much longer, he wasn't entirely sure.... but for now? He had his sword and something left of his health points. What more could he ask for?
My character's username: BridgesBurn My character's level: 32 Character's HP: 40/40 [+2 heals from Lupia White Pawn Princess ... when needed] Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Small IC description of character:
A tall man, his skin is dark and eye a bright gold color. Two sets of black horns curve upward from a mass of curly, short-cut pale hair. BridgesBurn has taken on a Gryphon coat of black and gold accents. The black and gold hat is accented by a golden feather. A loose white shirt can be seen under the coat, along with red pants and a heavy brown belt. An eyepatch over his right eye completes the look. Multiple belts lay outside the coat.
"Your words say hate, but your actions say you appreciate having someone here to remind you that you aren't crazy... Or possibly point out that you are, that maybe we both are at this point." He landed another attack.
"Crazy is as Crazy does." He smirked, downing a couple ... well he hoped they were potions, that fell out of his hat. "Pretty sure we're all crazy for being stuck here?
King's Crown and Improved Attack are still active. He summons his Alice RE mini pet for extra damage. His gauntlet is getting a lot of use in this battle - he won't complain (even if he suspects Dr H behind his 'secret weapon').
Dreadpirate's Stats
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HP: 20 / 40 Attack: 7x2x2 + 10x2(x2?) + 10 (mini) = capped at 50 Defend: 20 this round; 20 next round Turn: 4 / 6
King's Crown and Improved Attack are still active. He summons his Alice RE mini pet for extra damage. He uses his Mimic ability card to repeat exactly the same attack again.
Dreadpirate's Stats
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HP: 20 / 40 Attack: as above due to mimic - capped at 50 Defend: 20 this round; 20 next round Turn: 5 / 6
(( Mimic uses the same dice rolls as the post above - which happens to be Davey's same attack/rolls again.))
King's Crown and Improved Attack are still active. He summons his Alice RE mini pet for extra damage. He uses his Berserk ability card to abandon defense for offense.
Dreadpirate's Stats
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HP: 20 / 40 Attack: all cards +2 due to improved attack plus Berserk - 6+6+7 + 10 (mini) Defend: 20 this round Turn: 6 / 6
Willard is panting by the end of it. Dodging attacks like that was not easy on his at all. He wipes his sleeve across his face to try and wipe away the dripping sweat. He's done all he can though now. His pocket card is telling him the amount attacks he has is up. She hasn't even fallen yet. He's fairly sure they've beat the ever loving crap outta her. He looks to the other players and just takes a moment to breathe. He won't go anywhere. He mighta capped out but that doesn't mean he won't stand and fight if he can later. He'll stick around. At least he got that heal. That might save his butt later.
Willard's Deck
[ My Main Starter Deck ]:
MY STATS
My character's username: Willard My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 18 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Herald Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Basile is a short 4'11 and sickly. He seems to be suffering from a constant cold and has dark eyes. He gives an air of being suspicious. Character journal:LINK
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MY CARDS:
[IMAGE OF CARD HERE RANK 1 ] [IMAGE OF CARD HERE RANK 2] [IMAGE OF CAR HERE RANK 3 ] ETC
gaia_crown[ WILLARD'S STATS ]
HP: 18 BOSS HP REMAINING: --- ATTACK: 12 ATTACK TARGET: Boss DEFENSE SELF: 0 DEFENSE TARGET: 0 HEALS SELF: 3 HEALS TARGET: 0 LUCK MULTIPLIER: 3 on roll2
My character's username: Rhythm
