Name: Glitnir, Squire of Mars HP: 30 - 6 = 24 Attacks Left: 3/5 Physical Attack left: 3/5 Power Attack left: 2/2 Status: OK Potions: Health Potion
A melee fighting style had its drawbacks, particularly when the target had melee capabilities of its own. Glitnir was thankful for his armor, but it didn't quite save him when the beast's claw raked along his exposed upper arm. He cried out, clutching the bleeding wound; thankfully it wasn't on his attack arm, but it was still super-nasty and hurt like hell. Growling, he lunged forward to bash the monster again with his scales.
Name: Sailor Cor Caroli HP: 20 - 1 = 19 Attacks Left: 3/5 Physical Attack left: 3/5 Power Attack left: 2/2 Status: OK Potions: None
Cor Caroli felt something sharp slide along his arm when he tried to cover himself from the falling glass. It looked like one of the shards had snagged him, and now he had a bloody wound on his arm. Great. Well, a kick seemed to work last time, so why not try it again? He delivered another stomp-kick to the youma, hoping it would do something.
Name: Kells HP:24 Physical Attack left: 5/5 Power Attack left N/A Status: N/A Potions: None
"Hyakutake?" Kells blinked at the blonde, frowning. "I could ask you the same question..." And where had Kaida gone? He couldn't see her through the fog... Unless - no, that was a silly idea. "Whatever the answer, we need to do something about that youma - and the civilians. Primarily the civilians, I should think."
The youma was the threat, yes, but there so many civilians here, and so many unconscious civilians...
"We need to get out whoeever we can. While we can."
He winced as the scream sounded out, pressing a hand to his ears as he stumbled, a piece of glass striking his cheek and leaving a long scratch on the way down.
"And quickly!"
Das Tor
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((Erika's still out but I figured I'd let you know I posted!))
Das Tor rolled 1 100-sided dice:
38Total: 38 (1-100)
The SCREECH. Sphal winced at the sound of it, but managed to dodge to one side. Away from the falling glass [for now] and the black goop the youma wanted to throw at her. She was quick to get back on her feet, summoning her foxtail back to her hand. Okay. One attack dodged, a whole battle still left to go. Was the thing even really damaged, despite all the petals on the ground...wait. There were others attacking! Yes good!
The lieutenant made her way towards the closest other person, more than ready to work with...whoever they were. Fellow agent, dark mirror, senshi...wait. Was that a kid? s**t. Yup, she was definitely sticking around him. Senshi or not.
"Hey, want a little back-up knocking this thing down?" She was quick to heft her foxtail once more and chuck it at the youma, full force.
litian
Sphal isn't one to leave a kid to try thwacking a rogue youma on their own. |D
"I was here with a friend, and I've lost him in this chaos, and..." She shook her head, trying to clear it but making a small noise of worry. Albert was somewhere in the chaos and she might not be able to help him! Falling glass and a piercing shriek cut off her train of thought completely, her hands flying to her ears as she whimpered a bit, both from the scratches from a few pieces of glass and the sheer horribleness of the shriek.
"Yes, yes we do." She coughed, but took a breath in the moment she could get relatively smoke-free air. "We find an exit first, then get people to it, sound good?" It would do no good to blindly lead people around. They needed a concrete route to safety.
Name:Sailor Phact HP: 19/20 Physical Attack left: 4/5 Power Attack left: 2/2 Status: Normal Potions: None
The page in question was in sight. Sailor Phact was just about to call out when she froze in place. Her hands quickly clamped over her ears to try and mute out some of that banshee like scream. The sound was quickly joined by a second source almost like glass. It shook her to the very core and stung.
Really stung...
When the scream had subsided, Phact quickly looked at her arm to find the source of the pain being two shards of glass that had sliced into her. Annoyed, she reached over and removed them giving her back range of motion.
And then an idea struck her. That thing was HUGE. Not to mention, she could see several others who had gotten too close being picked up or -ew- spat at. So Phact wanted to keep her distance as she made use of the glass pieces and hurled them towards the creature.
"It has to have a weakness. They all do...." She spoke to herself but still aloud.
Sailor Phact throws Glass for 10 damage
Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 7:45 am
Name: Lazarus Klein (Lt. Quartz) HP: 15 - 1 = 14 Attacks Left: 5/5 Physical Attack left: 5/5 Power Attack left: 2/2 Status: Rip-roaring drunk Potions: None
For a man who was very clearly drunk -- so drunk, in fact, that his cognitive function had become questionable -- Lazarus displayed surprisingly intact physical coordination. He slipped down into a crouch, patting a hand onto one of his shoulders with the natural grace of someone who looked like he was letting his partner mount up for a chicken fight at a pool party. (He had no actual recollection of whether or not that was something he had ever done before.)
"Ow, son of a b***h," he called out shortly thereafter, when glass started raining down from the sky: an unfriendly shard struck his arm, drawing a cut down one bicep -- long, but thankfully not very deep. "Okay, okay, let's blow this pop stand. I agree with your idea. Which way, newly tall buddy? Use clock directions, all I see is smoke."
He coughed, as though to emphasize the point. If Anabel hadn't insisted he tie the shirt around his face (the knot was a little sloppy, and coming undone), he'd likely have passed out by now.
Whose idea of a good time was this? I should've just taken Quartz's advice and moved to California. Being in the Negaverse is doing jack s**t for me.
Luckily Melody was brave enough to keep her head, navigate around the beast, and try to look for somewhere decent to hide. Whether she'd seen these catastrophes often or not, he didn't know, but the level-headedness was a godsend amongst the torrent of panicking bodies. As they neared the thinning areas of fog, Slate hoped his body would recuperate quickly. Somehow he doubted his constitution could rise to the occasion.
The stage offered props beyond the typical instruments, and even if it didn't, the drum set looked large enough to obscure someone from view. The stage decorations offered more coverage, though, and their sturdiness looked promising - perhaps they could take a hit before collapsing in on them. But hiding out wasn't a terribly good idea when one more senshi added to the fight might skew the odds in survival's favor. Negaverse directives had no place here right now - not with some youma unleashed and allowed to wreck everyone in the concert hall. If this was someone's good idea of thinning down some senshi, then hopefully they knew they wrecked their own potential to recruit.
Some movement returned to his skeletal muscles, letting him make jerky, unrefined movements. He pointed toward the back of the stage, though it looked more like an attempt to hit someone. "See those racks back there?" They looked fairly sturdy, especially when hidden behind the pressboard decorum. "If... we can make there, there's no smoke around." He paused for a breath; his lungs loathed to do their jobs. "Then maybe you can find a way out." The I'll be fine implied, of course.
The more time they spent together, the less he had to power up and hope that the supplied power would overwhelm the paralysis. And afterward? Pray that his a** wasn't turned to grass by the White Moon present, on assumption that he had something to do with this.
Great plan, Slate. Get killed in half the time.
White Trickster Rabbit
sorry about the wait!
Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 9:43 am
Name:Sailor Elpis HP: 19/20 Attacks Left: 5/5 Physical Attack left: 5/5 Power Attack left: 2/2 Status: OK Potions: Revival Potion (Using to Revive Erika Adalsteinn/Sailor Callisto)
Elpis had prepared to chase the girl, intent on protecting he, and the familiar magi of henshinin made the senshi blink, brows raising before she grinned. While she doubted the other senshi could see, Elpis was glad the floor pummetting didn't make everything put her in a rage - useful as her temper may be. Instead she opped after Lex was Bohelenia, landing rouchly before motioning a greeting and pointed.
"I don't know how many civilians are in here but if there's this many auras in here that thing's a giant problem. Feel like teaming up?"
Sailor Ferris lifted Erika protectively over her shoulder when it attacked, hissing at the beast before looking around. There were figures and shapes she didn't know all over- except no, in some chairs she just saw an arrogant a*****e Sailor Elpis jump after someone, and Ferris resigned to persuing, half wishing she'd seen Luxor in this clusterfck before moving, carrying Erika, It was difficult to move, slowing her some, but it was Erika, and Ferris' lips curled into a snarl as she moved, climbing to the other senshi and pausing, nodding to Bohelenia slowly.
"Hi." She said, raising her voice to be heard.
"I need help. My friend got knocked out, not sure if you can heal."
"Dunno about my new friend here," Elpis hoped she wasn't assuming too much of the other senshi. "But my magic is heavy offense- wait." Elpis rummaged, pulling out a bottle of thick liquid, and offered it. "Try this. I don't know what it is, but maybe... I mean, it can't hurt."
Ferris groaned.
"Might. Try it, though. If it's poison, though? You're a dead woman." Ferris warned. Elpis grunted a bit, motioning before opening the bottle when Ferrist didn't take it, and poured the revival potion in, gently coaxing her to swallow as Ferris held the girl, free fingers having tossed the cork.
"Come on, kid, wake up so we can get you safe." Eris grumbled. Ferris coughed.
"If it works, we can both fight." Ferris said awkwardly. "Uhm. Trust me."
Erika,
[spoiler] USED REVIVAL POTION ON ERIKA.
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Green Potion = Revival
On passing out this potion will bring you back to the fight with half of your HP
Matisha
IT'S A PARTY!
Redbud-Tree
Callisto, Ferris is doing it again! Get your minion in line and help, silly girl!
There were so many attacking the youma. Some seemed to be attacking in pairs or groups while others were by themselves. Despite what could be considered completely chaotic it seemed that there were definitely some attacks getting through, though the youma didn't appear all that phased so far.
Harmonia was jumping into the fray when glass rained down upon the area. In an effort to protect herself she ducked down and covered her head waiting for the small impacts to stop before standing back up. Thankfully she hadn't been too close.
With more confidence in her fighting abilities thanks to Chaonis and a Merlinite, Harmonia moved closer to the youma doing her best to avoid any oncoming attacks before launching a kick at the creatures plant-like body.
Kells nodded to Hyakutake, gray eyes dark behind his visor. "Good idea, but we'll need to stick close so that we don't lose each other - and we'll need a way to keep from getting turned around in this fog." Youma-breath... whatever it was, this fog was more of a problem here than the youma itself in some ways. Mainly because it made it so difficult to see victims, or exits, or anything past your own nose.
Swiping at the blood trickling down his cheek - he was going to have to rinse that out after this fight was over (providing, of course, there was an after) if he didn't want it to get infected and scar.
"Just what I'd need," he murmured, more to himself than to the young senshi near to him. "Getting old and scarred in the same year..."
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Name: Sailor Callisto HP: 10 (revied from K.O.) Physical Attack: 5/5 Power Attack: 2/2 Status: None Potions: None
Once the potion was poured down her throat, Erika came awake with a splutter. She looked around groggily for a split second, taking in Callisto and Elpis standing nearby, cringed from the shriek of the youma, and fumbled for her own pen.
Still coughing, Sailor Callisto stumbled back from Ferris, catching hold of her friend's arm to steady herself. "Youma?" She asked, breath coming in gaps as she recovered herself and groaned. "Of course a youma... ugh. Not sure how much help I'll be, but... sounds like we're going to need everybody for this. Am... am I right?"
She really hoped she was wrong, but the sheer number of people here, and that shriek.... Well, somehow she doubted her pessimistic instincts would be wrong this time.
'So much better' would be a bit of a stretch, but every day got a little bit easier... For the most part. Until it came to large-scale events like this in which it was inevitable for the Negaverse to crash the party and make the Senshi's lives difficult. But she couldn't disagree with Oberon, the sooner the youma was defeated the sooner they could go back to their lives, until the next big battle at least.
However, when he suggested that she try and find an exit, she shook her head. "I'm gonna fight, I have to. I can't... I can't let them win. Not after the last time."
Skadi didn't need to explain herself any more than that, she was sure. "I gotta get close!" She called to Oberon, and without another word, she began to push and shove her way through the crowd- the only way she could do any damage to this youma with her magic was by touching it with her bare hands. The Senshi of Frostbite needed to get closer.
Except the closer that Skadi got, the harder it was to reach the youma as it's scream made the lights above rain glass upon them all. She winced and raised her arms to protect her face from the falling glass as she continued to pushed through the crowd.
Name: Super Sailor Cyllene HP: 24 Physical Attack left: 5/5 Power Attack left: 1/2 Status: None Potions: None
Dani's super awesome relaxing funtime was cut short as a strange purple fog began to creep up through the floorboards of the Academy as the band played. She narrowed her eyes as she watched it and all of a sudden people started dropping. The blonde suspiciously tied her loose scarf up over her mouth and as she began to catch glimpses of Senshi the ground shook and a giant petaled youma pulled itself out and into the concert hall.
Holy s**t.
Still sitting on the ground, the purple fog rose above her and when she knew it was safe to do so, she pulled out her henshin pen and powered up into Super Sailor Cyllene. The corrupted Senshi pushed herself quickly to her feet and without a second thought, teleported into the fray of battle that was quickly exploding around the youma. The beast screamed, and glass fell upon her (and was probably all sorts of stuck in her mess of long blonde hair), which had a few choice curse words spewing out of the teen's mouth.
She briefly caught sight of Ganymede and Valhalla nearby and had to restrain herself from immediately going to them. It was not the time nor the place- but it was nice to know that they were okay.
As she neared the youma, her arms extended and her palms faced outwards. "Cyllene Acid Spray!," she called out, sending a blast of acidic liquid at the youma hoping that the burn would at least pull it's attention away from the group of Order fighters that were nearby and to give them a break for a moment.
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Cyllene Acid Spray The spray burns the skin (and causes some itching) and stings like a mother if gotten in the eyes.
Guine
For mention!
Sunshine Alouette
Mentionnn~ Cy sees u<3
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 7:12 pm
Name: Anabel Au (Mistral Squire) HP: 15 -1 = 14/15 Physical Attack left: 5/5 [1d6] (2d12) Power Attack left: (2/2) (2d20) Status: Not super impressed with all this nonsense, but otherwise fine Potions: N/A
This was why one ought to never leave one's house, thought Anabel, busily securing herself on her perch by grabbing a handful of her new buddy's hair. Youma tended to not show up there, for some reason. "You are so drunk," she mumbled to herself, adjusting the knot on the t-shirt he'd tied around his face. Either way, it didn't matter. Up here, almost above the smoke, she could steer them pretty easily.
"Big monster's to your four," she said. "There's doors to your ten. I think they go out into the lobby." She tapped his left shoulder for emphasis. This way, not that way. Anabel didn't look over her shoulder, as much as she wanted to. The real problems would come from the front. Or above, you know, as glass rained down from the ceiling. She flinched and slapped a hand over the back of her neck. You're fine. You've been through worse. Let's navigate out of here. We're going to be okay.
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