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Sleet Tempest Snape generated a random number between
7 and 10 ...
7!
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 Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 10:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 10:12 pm
********* whimpered a bit as Irene's grip seemed to do next to nothing to fix the problem.
Nysa did not really have to deal with inhalers in his life. However, he had seen others in his lifetime using such objects. Rather than wait for the weird cat-girl to assist, he reached and took the object from the suffering Irene's hand.
"Let me see if I can assist, Miss Irene..."
Carefully, he brought the opening for the object to the girl's mouth and attempted to help her use it, mimicking what he had seen the others do when they used their own.
[OOC NOTE: I am going to bed, so I won't be replying to anything beyond this. If you want to snatch my attention with the humanized-*********, Nysa, or Iris, please PM me! ]
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 10:13 pm
(--misfire, sorry guys
will repost when done typing to keep the flow going)
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Quicksilver the Archangel generated a random number between
4 and 8 ...
4!
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 10:15 pm
[ ORDER] Pasiphae was still on the ground recovering from the two, strong blows Benitoite had given her. There was a time where she could have withstood his kicks, a time where she and he were at the same power level, but that time had passed and she could definitely feel bruises beginning to form. Being on the ground did mean that she had a good vantage point for events unfolding around her-- Nyx, her Nyx, gone flying into Tsui, the Tiger Senshi's recovery and continued assaults, and now this new bomb from-- Her blood ran cold at the sight of him, a man she knew not by name or by reputation but from mere glances at the Surrounding. This man was the one that had gone toe to toe with Prince Castor pretty much every time she had caught a glimpse of him. Damn. Damn. DAMN. Her position on the floor kept her from absorbing most of the blast and the smoke, though still affected by some, as she quickly rolled away from the area and...
Wait, a Negaverse officer was attaching A CHIBI SENSHI?! And one calling for Ganymede?! And now was approaching Kallichore? No. Oh no. She had thought the Surrounding had been bad. This? This was WORSE.
She couldn't save them all. They were all scattered, and the smoke and... she eventually drew up on her feet shakily, and began to panic. She could wrap Kallichore in a shield, or... or she could help Tsui. Or the little Chibi Senshi. She couldn't protect them all. She couldn't... she wanted to sink down to the ground but pure, cold anger kept that from happening. She wouldn't do anything at all that way--and even her weak efforts were better than none.
She called for her shield again, this time letting it settle on Tsui and knowing that she would have to dig deep for the energy to pull another, "Pasiphae... Social... Pariah."* There. A temporary measure, but one that would keep the unconcious Senshi safe, for a time. Until she... she could find others."Nyx... Nyx, if you can hear me, Tsui needs you. Please... help her. I... I've got to help the others."
With that, the Senshi of Shame ran off and tackled the one-eyed general who had joined the attack on Kallichore, who had targeted an innocent child. Her efforts alone wouldn't be enough to stop him, but she was going to TRY. And if nothing else, her getting beaten up would save some other poor soul.
*--Social Pariah - Defensive
A more powerful version of Shameful Isolation, Social Pariah allows the energy shield to exist for a longer period of time, anywhere from 30 seconds to 45 seconds depending on the amount and intensity of attacks absorbed. The energy shield can now activate around one ally; if Sailor Pasiphae chooses to do this, she cannot shield herself. Whoever Sailor Pasiphae shields will find their mobility restricted and unable to attack as long as the shield lasts.
In addition to shielding Sailor Pasiphae or one companion, whenever the weapon/her attacker comes into physical contact with her shield, it induces a deep sensation of shame which can actively affect the enemy for as long as the shield lasts.
NOTE: How each opponent experiences this shame differs based on their personality. For example, a proud warrior might feel shame at attacking a purely defensive opponent, whereas a chivalrous guy might feel shame for attacking a girl.
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 10:15 pm
Hypnos' eyes finally stopped burning long enough for her to get a good look at the other senshi and when she caught sight of it fully Hypnos began to cry. It was Oberon and he didn't look good. She didn't know what she could do but she couldn't leave him like this. He was hurt and in pain and definitely quite helpless like this. She didn't know Oberon as well as she knew some chibi senshi but Oberon felt so familiar to her and he had worked so hard to get her that fallen star back in the spring.
"Oh, Oberon..." she whimpered at her realization. She didn't have any healing attacks but she could at least make sure he didn't get hurt anymore. It was definitely the opposite of any fairy tale she had read but it didn't matter if he was a prince, knight or she a princess because she couldn't ever just leave someone who needed her help. "I'll protect you," she wheezed, hugging her body as gently as she could against him protectively in an attempt to shield him from the smoke and anyone else would dare to attack him.
On the other side of the battle, Nickeline was smiling pleasantly under her mask. Kailash's reaction made Nickeline feel all fuzzy inside, rather proud of her new found magical strength. She didn't even need to hurt someone to turn the tides on any battle she could face. Breath and air was an important resource and controlling that necessary resource automatically gave you a good advantage against an opponent. Everyone needed to breathe, for life, and Nickeline was happy to abuse it.
She wasn't much of a talker and having a mask on made it all the more easier to avoid it. She focused on her task at hand, and she made sure she was seen as a strong, powerful ally for her comrades and superiors. The Negaverse would be proud to have a senshi like this on their side, fighting their battles for them. If they weren't, then she would simply blame that as their fault. A panicking and confused confused page grabbing at his neck made for an easy target. She swung her fists hard toward the page, aiming right for his gut. Maybe if she hit it hard enough, even when the magic wore off he'd still be unable to easily breathe.
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Lucifer Force generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
1!
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 10:19 pm
CHAOS ROLL "Beni?!" came a cry of confusion. The lieutenant had heard about the planned attack but got sick on the way over and ducked out to, well, take care of that. He'd appeared in the fray wondering what on earth was going on. There was so much bloodshed and violence, magic being thrown every which way. He had to find his general and called out to him. "Beni?! BENI DO YOU NEED HELP?" The blue-haired boy saluted to the black and green clad general before trotting around the bodies, trying to find Benitoite. He was assaulted by a small senshi, maybe thirteen years old, decked out in purple and blue. With a wail, he threw several shuriken at her and dove away. So much was going on in such a small space! What was he supposed to do? Oh yeah, win!
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 10:19 pm
She couldn't help but laugh and roll her eyes at Remarque. As if commenting on her height was something that would hurt her at her core. "You would do well not giving your superiors orders as if you were in charge around here." Her voice was lowered, enough that most people around them couldn't hear it in the midst of the chaos in the battle raging around them. The last thing she wanted was anyone around them being aware of a lack of discipline in the Dark Mirror Court, especially when rank and discipline was something that was held high in the eyes of the Blood Moon when she was a part of their court. With that, she dropped the conversation with him all-together, because this was not the time, nor the place. He would learn eventually that going against superiors in a ranked Court would do you no good. She turned her attention back to Acubens and winced when the girl yelled at her. "I may be a lot of things, Acubens... A murderer, a warrior, a b***h with a hell of a temper. But I am NOT a liar, and I pride myself on that." When she took off, Leto immediately pushed herself to her feet, looking down at Remarque. "If she won't leave, please... If you decide to take any orders from me in your entire life as a Dark Mirror Senshi, make it this one. Don't let her get hurt. She is valuable and there are people in the Negaverse here tongiht that will not hesitate to end her life. And please Remarque, no matter how much you hate my guts, call me if something happens. I can use my Eternal attack and get her and you out of here if need be." Her dark red eyes were staring at him intensely as she spoke, while she was entirely oblivious that her hands were balled into fists at her sides.
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ATh e a r t generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
4!
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 10:20 pm
[Chaos - Hourly Roll]
Mimi stood there, most of the time. She was a safe distance both away from the crowd as well as from Remarque. Of course, she felt like a chicken, but even she knew that it was her first real battle... It was her first experience with death around her. Sure, she had drained a bit of energy from others before, but not really death.
When she saw the DMS Leto, she was confused. She had actually let the White Moon Senshi get away. She had laid a finger on her, but to help her up? And that Senshi was the one that pretty much beat up Remarque. He'd gotten hit so many times that she wasn't surprised that he did fall over. Biting her lip, she felt bad. Mimi knew that she wasn't much of a help, and things might have been better for him if she had just step up.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped up and walked over to Remarque. She looked up at Leto for the first time and spoke. "It's not his fault he's beat up. He was too busy making sure I was safe to defend himself." Mimi wanted to add 'and I was a chicken' but knew that wouldn't do her any good. "You can be sure that he won't get his a** beat anymore because I'll watch his back!"
She looked over at Remarque. The last sentence probably wouldn't make him very happy, but still.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 10:26 pm
Quicksilver the Archangel
Instead, she all out attacked him, taking the advantage of using his chains, and he dropped back onto his back when she threw him to the ground. For all his strength, he was still short and skinny.
That didn't mean he was new to the game. Far from it.
Since she threw all her weight on him, he just went for punching into her stomach to try and get her off.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 10:29 pm
Over the sound of everything else going on he heard that voice, loud and clear, it seemed to cancel everything else out for him. Bazzite, oh god. he knew the other wasn't one for bloodshed and killing, it simply wasn't his thing and more so now than ever before in his mind. He couldn't withdraw from his engagment with Kallichore, that was for sure, and he didn't want to either. But he also didn't want Bazzite getting caught up in a fight he couldn't handle.
Raising his voice, as much as he could in the hopes of being heard. "Bazzite, I'm fine! Keep yourself safe...and Fight!" Bazzite had better fight, he needed to in a situation like this, he couldn't not fight, even if he didn't kill or draw blood. "And keep yourself safe, both are orders! I won't have you getting hurt!" Yes, he felt the need to emphasis keeping himself safe. It was his job, and duty, to keep him safe and sound. Such was the situation he was in with the other living with him now, not that it wasn't his personal duty to keep Bazzite safe before then.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 10:29 pm
Valhalla stared at Ganymede in surprise, but didn't question him. If he asked for cover, then that was what he'd do. "Stay close at least," he requested, not wanting to loose sight of him in the crowd. "I can't cover you if you get too far away!" he called, his voice rising and quickening as Ganymede leapt away from him and into the crowd.
He cursed loudly but doubted anyone around would pay much attention when there was so much going on. Pushing forward through the fighting senshi, knight, and chaos aligned, he did his best to keep his sight on Ganymede, almost tripping over something as he rushed by.
A knight of undetermined rank lay lifeless on the ground. Kneeling down to check for a pulse confirmed that it was too late. His stomach churning and his mind racing, Valhalla lept back up to his feet to chase after Ganymede in the eternal's search for the chibi senshi. His compass he held in front of him, ready to try and counter whatever attack might be thrown their way.
Oberon whimpered in pain as Hypnos drew closer to him, not wanting her to get hurt because of him, and he held a hand out to try and get her to relax. It wasn't like he was stabbed with a sword or anything like that... Just a kick to the side... It had been enough to disorient him for a few moments, but... he was pretty sure he wouldn't die from it.
"'M fine," he tried to convince her, but let her hug him regardless, looking at her with awe and appreciation. He wished she wasn't there... He didn't want her getting hurt, too.
And he didn't dare use his attack! He didn't want someone to hurt themselves because of him!
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 10:32 pm
"Noted!" Eunomia reacted to Aquarius' comments like she had just gotten a bad restaurant review and quickly got back on the subject of battle. "Unfortunately I'm the senshi of super useless attacks," She snorted bitterly and jerked her shoulder in an attempt to jar Victoria.
He mumbled, she swore he did. Which meant he wasn't dead, so at least there was that.
"HEY! VICKY! Either stop bein' difficult or wake your a** up!" She said, still trying to sound fairly tough, though it was obvious her constitution was waning badly. They were just two basic senshi in way over their heads.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 10:35 pm
[Order] Sailor Nyx pulled herself up, unsure if there was anything physical involved or if it was really possible to will oneself into standing. If she had known the power of the General's bombs, she would have simply been counting herself lucky that the distance meant she wasn't comatose. As it was, she convinced herself that there had been worse... right? Her fuku didn't look proper if it wasn't in tatters and a little bloodsplattered, right?
A voice from the fray that she would know anywhere -- Sailor Pasiphae! The message had been recieved, and it soon made sense when she saw the tell tale motions and a shield pop up over a fallen black and silver senshi.
"Hell no, Pasiphae!" she yelled back, charging towards her friends. And she was going to make it there this time, by damn. This Sailor Tsui had a shield around her for protection. (And who was she anyway?)
Yet, her heart sunk to see Kallichore so beaten. An eternal. It changed nothing. She was a comrade. Noting that the senshi of shame had the one-eyed general, she aimed her attack at Benitoite, who just didn't know when to quit!"Timorous Shadow!" *--Timorous Shadow
the target begins to feel an ominous presence with the entrance of a creature made of darkness and wild paranoia.
- It generally appears to be the size/shape of a medium canine, though with some... off-putting features such as elongated legs, joints out of place, and tendrils of black licking off of it.
- The attack is unable to take an entirely visible/physical form; instead it stalks about the target: showing interest from a distance, brushing against them, and making noises in order to distract them.
- It brings with it a great sense of unease, anxiousness. This may manifest in a way true to the other character/youma.
- Duration: 1 minute.
- Cannot block an attack. It will simply pass through.Quicksilver the Archangel
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Kyuseisha no Hikari generated a random number between
7 and 10 ...
7!
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 10:39 pm
[Chaos, hourly]
Ouch. Way to make an exit, Acubens. He watched her go, listening to Leto as she spoke. It wasn’t until Acubens was gone that Remarque looked at Leto and nodded. He would disagree with her on many things, as he was not one that took orders well, but her request of Acubens was understood. “I’ve never laid a hand on Acubens. I know what she could be to the Court. As long as it’s my power, I won’t let harm come to her.”
He’d done a fine enough job of keeping his promise to Mimistrobell, though it seemed easy to protect someone when everyone else was targeting you.
He turned to face the Dark Mirror Senshi of Nightshade and quirked a brow at her, perhaps pleased with her excuse for him taking so much damage. He did not suspect she would be of massive help to him—as dictated by his arrogance—however a reprieve would have been most appreciated. Her watching his back meant that maybe he could catch his breath and get back to business.
“You just focus on you. I’m fine,” he insisted, not out of modesty but out of pride. Hell, he’d been punched by girls. Strong girls, but he’d be damned if that slowed him down.
He’d brag that he’d taken harder blows from bigger men and still walked out on top—if he had the breath to boast. It was hard enough keeping his breathing even, though he wasn’t going to show any more weakness than he already had.
The Eternal Senshi stretched, knowing that he wasn’t going to want to get out of bed in the morning when half of his muscles stung from stretching alone.
…Hell, for all of this, he deserved a bit of a break. Maybe he’d sleep until noon.
Glancing back to Leto, he pointed to Mimistrobell. “…But since Acubens seems to have made her grand escape, I’m keeping my eye on this one. You okay with that?” he asked--and for the first time in a long time, did not sound like he wanted to pick a fight.
If he and Leto could at least agree about Acubens, then at least they didn't have to be butting heads all the time. And besides--All Leto had to do was prove she could be a good leader before Remarque stopped picking fights about it. At least now she seemed on the right track.
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Sunshine Alouette generated a random number between
7 and 10 ...
9!
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 10:40 pm
Order Roll
He wanted to throw up.
Granted, he threw up a lot these days, it seemed, but this situation was a bit different than the norm. He could see bodies lying here and there, some that had clearly seen the end of some sort of a bladed weapon, and others that were a little less mutilated but just as inert. And Oberon was in the middle of this. He could still hear his voice, and then he saw him, and there was a Negaverse officer who actually attacked him—and he recognized that figure by the eye-patch and the boots, but he was too focused on getting to Oberon to make sure that he was okay to go after the little ******** right yet.
“Please, please, please, please,” he mumbled as he continued to rush forward.
He didn’t really know who he was saying it to. God, maybe, except that he didn’t usually talk to God and he wasn’t even sure he believed in him all that much anymore, especially with this sort of stuff going on, so maybe it was meant more for whatever other cosmic douche had thrown them all into this mess in the hopes that he or she or it was actually listening and would at least make sure Oberon was alright.
Because if anything happened to him Ganymede didn’t know what he’d do with himself. Throwing up certainly wasn’t going to help him then. How would he even be able to face Momma?
He pushed aside another random Negaverse officer who was probably paying too much attention to someone else to notice that he was in his way, leaving him for Val to take care of if he caused any problems as the squire sprinted in his wake, and then Ganymede had Oberon directly in his sights and fell to his knees in front of him when he finally reached him.
“Oberon!” he shouted in relief. He pulled his target right out of the other chibi senshi’s grasp and hugged him close, then held him far enough in front of him to look him over for any sign of wounds.
“Are you okay? I’m sorry, I’m going to get you out of here,” he said thickly, coughing out some of the remaining smoke in his lungs. His face was still very wet but he didn’t bother to brush the tears away. Maybe they made him look kinda of pathetic but at least they were cleaning out his eyes.
“Just stay with me. I won’t let anything happen to you,” Ganymede told him, glancing over to the female chibi in the fuku that looked like a nightgown as well. “Are you okay? Are you here with anyone?”
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