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Demy-Stardust rolled 1 100-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-100)
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 Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 7:35 pm
((If I'm not allowed to roll, please just ignore mine! I just wanted to play too and figured it couldn't hurt XD Also not worried about word limit, since I don't need any more reqs <3 ))
Alright Scheelite, time to shake it off! Nevermind the fact your comrades were just treated to a very detailed illusion of your death. The blonde thankfully had no idea of this, so he was still rather cheerful even as their opponents paired off to fight them.
One such opponent landed right in front of him.
"Captain Scheelite, time to die for real."
Wait...what?
"What the hell do you mean for real? Pretty sure I haven't died for fake...you Senshi sure are -weird-." Oh yeah, that was the real Scheelite alright. His head cocked to the side as he gave her a rather confused look.
Not quite feeling like messing with the village idiot, his opponent rushed forward to finish the job quickly and get back to more important things. She went right for the front of his jacket, gathering up a handful of it and using it to fling him to the ground. The captain bounced, leaving behind red splatters where he went.
Hey guys, not so easy to forget the blood spatters if there were now blood red -paint- spatters in their place, is it?
The Senshi followed him, her rather endowed chest threatening to burst right out of her fuku. Dear -god- why did they have to find the bustiest Senshi in the god damn -city- to fight him! Oh yes, they had done their research, and done it well.
Scheelite whimpered in horror, which only gave Sailor Boobsofdoom (that's what he was calling her) a chance to grab him and continue to play toss the Captain with him. Scheelite flew into that wall, the floor over there, hell he thought he hit the ceiling at one point. It was all getting very confusing, and he could swear there was very real blood mingling in with the red paint all over his uniform. Just what was what at this ******** if he knew.
After one more toss (seriously was she the Senshi of Wallball or something?) he decided it was high time to fight back. Snarling in usually unheard rage, Scheelite summoned his guitar and launched himself at the Super Senshi. Stunned by the attack, she went down under the weight of the Captain.
Big mistake.
On the ground it was easy to hit home. He rammed the pointed top of his guitar into her chest (below those godforsaken giant boobs).
And then turned on the electricity.
His opponent's body flailed and shook a moment, but fortunately for her the death was much faster than that of illusion Schee. The electricity went straight to her heart, shutting it down almost instantly.
Shaking, Scheelite got back to his feet and tried to look himself over. There was very -real- blood mingling with his hair...but the rest he simply couldn't tell. Everything -hurt- though.
Didn't matter, he had -won-.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 7:52 pm
Upon the bodies of their senshi, General Zinkenite and Captain Scheelite would find the keys they sought.
((General Zinkenite, please go through the door to the left. Inside, you will find Uranophane tied to her chair. You have already kill her guard.
Captain Scheelite, please go through the door on the right. Inside, you will find... Well, just go through the door on the right.
The rest of the characters have been teleported outside by some unseen power! Please await further instructions as we set up for tomorrow's finale!))
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 7:58 pm
Scheelite bent back down, mostly intent on retrieving his fallen foe's starseed.
"ew ew ew ew EW UGHHH"
It wasn't done with dignity. Cmon man there were giant BOOBS right there! UGHHH.
But, braving the boobmonsters came with an added bonus! Not only did he retrieve himself a nice super Senshi starseed, but also a key! Scheelite stood back up to announce his find...only to find the only ones left were himself and Zinkenite.
What the -hell- was going on here?
Frowning slightly, Scheelite crossed the path to give Zink a quick hug for reassurance. He couldn't cry PDA with the others no longer in the room!
"Cmon Zink...let's end this."
Breaking away, the Captain strolled over to the right door and opened it with his key.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 7:59 pm
Scheelite entered just in time to see a senshi with pale lavender hair and eyes the color of thunder clouds look up, her brows furrowed. In the chair before her, pushed out into the middle of the room, Primase sat swaying in her chains. There was no time to move forward, no chance to cry out. A wind was whipping up around the Blood Moon Senshi, whose fingers were fanned and twisting to guide the flows. The pieces of glass that had played canvas to Terebellum's masterpiece lifted from the floor, whirling through the air.
The winds raged like a tornado, beginning in a wide cylinder that enclosed Lieutenant Primase's chair. There was no way to reach her. No chance of getting near her. Had the Lieutenant had any hair left, it would have been whipping around her face wildly. As it were, her clothing snapped in the wind, ripping as bits of glass came too close.
Cuts on her face.
Her arms.
Her legs.
Small, shallow cuts made by razor-sharp edges moving too fast to see within the deadly cylcone.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 7:59 pm
Zink went ridged at the hug... but at least he didn't fight it, not till Schee let go...THEN he punched him.
"a**..." He swore..."Thought you were dead... stay safe..." he hissed and nodded before moving to his own door.
"Ready?... let's go..."
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 8:06 pm
Even now.
Even now, despite the open wounds that filled her lungs with blood, and the constant sting of glass slicing at every inch of her skin.
Even now, Lt. Primase was humming.
Every few bars were interrupted by a cough, only to start up again. She knew that this was her end. She was grinning like a fool, mad with pain, and the ribbons of red on her skin continued to grow with each slice. She was beginning to resemble a candy cane. It would all be so festive, if it wasn't brutal and tortuously slow murder.
And yet.
Glass had just sliced through one of her eyes when the door burst open, and her other eye flickered over to see Sheelite at the door. She couldn't make out a face, but she knew someone had come for her.
She always knew.
Her humming strengthened, pausing as she let out one, tiny scream. The tornado of glass was slowly shredding her, but she had promised herself she would keep humming. For Dioptase, she would keep singing.
Until the very end - and even then, the song would go on. It must go on. She hummed loud enough for Sheelite to hear the tune.
Remember me, her humming said. Remember Dioptase. Remember us all.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 8:14 pm
Humming could not save Primase.
Nothing could.
Her song rose like a praise chorus, but it would not reach heaven. The senshi who stood behind her was certain that only Hell awaited people like the one whose body she was slowly cutting away. Her hands drew ever closer, and as she saw the Captain enter, the Blood Moon guard slammed her palms together.
There was blood. So much blood. It splattered the walls and it coated the bodies of both the senshi responsible and the Captain who watched.
The song had not saved Lieutenant Primse, no more than it had saved Captain Dioptase before her. But perhaps, if they remembered it, it would help to save their memories.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 8:26 pm
Glass sliced through every one of Primase's muscles, and her body went slack.
It sliced through her good eye, and she was blind.
But none of that mattered.
When it sliced through her vocal chords, it was then, and only then, that Primase's tribute went silent, and she succumbed to death's embrace.
All the separate pieces of her body fell to the floor at different moments, mangled beyond recognition. She was off on a new adventure, far from the pain, far from the blood. Far from this world.
After all, she had promised Dioptase that she wouldn't leave her alone. Primase always made good on her promises.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 10:23 pm
It was over, or so they thought. Their captured comrades had been found, or at least those that lived, and the Blood Moon Court had suffered devastating losses as a result of the attack. After two weeks of torture, of wondering, of pain and loss and sadness, it was done. Except that it wasn't, because some fights never ended. Some wars simply could not be won. People could scream and fight and bleed until their throats were raw and their limbs lifeless, but there was always a balance. There must always be a balance. As relief finally began to lighten the hearts of the Negaverse, as the joy of finding some of them alive began to overwhelm the pain of losing others, an explosion rocked the building. It was not fire. It was not air. It was not anything they had felt before. It was more powerful. More sinister. Far, far more foreboding. It was energy, pure and dark and raw, and it rippled out like a shockwave. The building shuddered and shook, shaking stones loose from the ceiling. They had no choice but to run, to carry their injured comrades, to teleport outside if they had the strength.The building collapsed with a deafening crash, a secondary explosion firing rubble into the air as the gas tank was punctured. Flames sprang up just as the last of the survivors escaped. Amidst the chaos, every powered individual would feel it. They would feel it in their bones, and it was no less unsettling for the Negaverse as it was for the senshi. They would feel it, and they would know. General-King Marthozite had passed. (THIS ENDS THE RESCUE PHASE OF THE EVENT! The ORP will take place here, starting tomorrow afternoon!)
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