He was so glad when Acubens joined them, she must have been worried sick when she didn't see him after the events in the Sky bottle. He just couldn't let himself drag them down, so he had tried to stay relatively safe and out of the way. He had trusted that there were enough people here to complete the trials and hey, he had been right. Too bad crazy bottle lady had been lying to them the whole time about letting them go.
It looked like they were all doing some serious damage to her at this point. She was cracking into pieces, which again reminded him of the Queen in her castle in Mirrorscape. Maybe this was some weird Dark Mirror magic that had gone wrong. If there was anything that he had learned during the previous adventure though, it was that there were just things out in the universe that wanted to kill and manipulate everyone in existence.
It spoke again this time, and summoned some very familiar looking bottles. Jason did not like what he was seeing and it was absolutely impossible to get out of the way, he was drenched with salt water that aggravated the cuts he had received from her first wave of attacks. It stung, but he had to admit it could have been worse.
Seeing as he had acquired a nasty little potion from her first attack, he threw the bottle at her, satisfied when it hit and added to the damage being done by others.
Using Attack Bottle for 50 DMG!
Jason's Inventory Health Potion - Restores 10 HP Attack Potion - 50 DMG
Obscur was inclined to agree with Tiberiues, things were going very fast, what had happened in the Rift had been more controlled. It had probably been that way because they had a leader, telling them what to do, keeping them organized. Here, they didn't exactly have that same structure. These people were just doing whatever they could, whenever they could in order to survive.
Obie wasn't sure it would be the best idea to get up close and personal with the bottle lady. If anything, it might just put whoever went up there in the line of fire. Something told her some of these kids wouldn't care if someone got in the way.
She hopped down from her companions shoulder though, in case anything happened with the plan that someone had hatched. Just as the crazy lady spoke and launched another attack. She tried to hunker down as the winds buffeted her, causing more debris to swing in her direction. It was more than her little body could handle. She should have held onto the potion that she used in the catacombs, but to be fair she had been told that once the trials were over they'd be free.
She tried to stay standing, but before long her vision faded and her feet gave out under her. And then, curiously she was up, watching as the others continued to fight around her. Except when she looked down she could see her limp little body.
"Oh...well...that....is not great..." Was she going to be trapped here forever?
Acubens had already written off the differences in her team, but she really have no choice now that she was different herself... himself? Acubens tried not to think about it too hard, knowing full and well that it was just mirrorspace ******** and it didn't have to make sense.
Just like it didn't have to make sense when a bottle fell on her (his???) head and suddenly it felt like she (he????????) had been slapped across the face with a frying pan still searing from the burner. There was a cry in a voice that Acubens did not recognize, and she (they) recognized that it had come from their throat.
MOIRA hp: 10 / 35
And suddenly Moira something slammed into Moira with unexpected force. It tossed her back a few feet and landed her on her butt, stunned by what had just happened. It had felt solid, but she was pretty sure she had been struck but water. It reminded her of the really fancy water park in Destiny City were the wave pool made 10-foot waves that crashed into people like a wall before tossing them around.
The burn registered next, sizzling and searing in cuts and scrapes that Moira hadn't even realized that she had gotten. It forced her to stay down until the sensation passed.
ACUBENS is ROLLING FOR BOTTLE EFFECT hp: 35 / 55 Inventory: (1)+25 Health Potion, (1)-50 Damage Potion
Things were falling from the sky again, and Acubens was certain that she saw a few potion bottles in that rain. Greedily and perhaps a bit too fast, they reached out for the potions that looked the most helpful. In the process, however, they ended up picking something else up. They closed their eyes and waited for the effect to take hold, unsure what to expect when they opened their eyes again.
Well, at least she was a girl again. Her fuku fit right, she no longer felt distressed at least in that department, and she allowed herself a moment of calm.
And then back to work.
She inspected the bottle in her hands, trying to discern if it was a health or attack potion. Health. Acubens felt weak and tired, her legs were shaking and her arms felt like they were made of paper.
But she had her own stock, and there was no telling what Jason or Lacerta had. So she looked at them to triage.
Lacerta was a giant lizard.
Of course, she was.
But she seemed to be going okay, so Acubens looked to Jason, who was looking a little more worse for the wear. She pressed the bottle into his hands and then pulled her own out of subspace.
"Drink up, kid."
With that down the hatch, Acubens also lobbed a damage potion that she had forgotten she had won at the lady in the bottle.
MOIRA is ROLLING FOR BOTTLE EFFECT hp: 25 / 35 Inventory: Enchanted Water Bottle, (1)Health Potion
And now Moira felt Meissa's pain. She looked down at herself and would have freaked out had there not already been so much to freak out about on top of this. Fabulous. She squirmed her a second in her fuku, painfully aware of the added anatomy being pinched and pushed around by the leotard beneath the skirt.
There was one boon, however.
The potion that had fallen into her hands.
Her weakness and fatigue melted away as soon as the elixir touched her tongue, and she looked to Meissa for the next move.
"This has to be over soon, right," she asked, her new voice sounding strange in her ears.
Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2019 7:29 am
Lieutenant Aventurine HP: 10/35
(Status Effect: Desert Heat) (Status Effect: At first you don't feel anything but...You can now only speak in lies (no secret identity compromising)!) (Status Effect: 2: You're turned into a mermaid (fish bottom, human top. This status effect overrides any of your previous ones)! Hey, you can't really walk but...since you are half beast you roll 1d20 for DMG)
Before his coat was tossed by his...fin...the man had pulled out the attack potions that he'd kept in the coat pockets. He hurled one at the bottle woman, wanting to be free of this mer-state and this mouth of lies. Granted the lying thing wasn't exactly a hindrance, it was just unpleasant to have something unexpected come out of his mouth rather than his smooth talking.
He looked down at the skunk and despite the staring he couldn't place who it was.
"At least I won't have the wafting scent of flowers and things coming from my backside." He swatted at her with his tail. "I would love for you to continue doing that.
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The creature stilled, and in that moment, an eerie silence and pause rippled through the space.
It was fascinating to see what people did when they were driven. Threatened. Motivated. Trapped.
The creature's body had never faced such a barrage before---and over the battle, from various attacks delivered to her from various people who used the bottles to their advantage---she could no longer hold herself together. The deep cracks and fractures in her body cracked all the way through, an audible sound of crunching glass echoing through the space that had suddenly grown very quiet.
"Well done." The congratulations can't help but sound a bit hollow, and as her lips are cracked, her voice creates a second echo. "You've passed the trial. You're free." And her purpose, what she had been created for---it was done.
The creature exploded outwards in a maelstrom of dusted glass.
Without the core of this realm in existence anymore, it would soon cease to be as well.
High above everyone's heads, bottle after bottle started to explode.
The maelstrom of dusted glass that swept by everyone in a rush suddenly froze, only for just a moment, and then it was rushing back in from where it exploded---
Oh, and guess what?
It took everyone with it, converging into a single point until it disappeared.
Everyone is unceremoniously dumped on the grass in the park where this crazy night started in Destiny City. It's into the wee hours of the morning. Beside everyone, next to them in the grass, is a bottle. It's a trophy from the trap dimension.
All is calm. All is right. Everyone is returned to their original state, even if they fell during that final battle. There is no miasma encircling the park, and no strange energy signature anymore. Just a normal park. As it should be.
The bottle that started all of this is just that. A harmless bottle (now) with a ship in it. It's in the grass beside Corrupt Eternal Stillwaterite, who tentatively (if not a bit hesitantly) picks it up and examines it.
All is well. At least for tonight, anyways. Tomorrow's another day.
No one is trapped anymore, and everyone is now free to go.
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The mistress of the trap dimension has been defeated! Upon her defeat, everyone was sucked out a vortex and dropped back off in the park where it all started Everyone is returned to their original state! All status effects are gone Everything is back to normal There are no more odd energy readings!
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THANK YOU for reaching the conclusion of Bottled! We hope you had a good time, and THANK YOU for participating! It was very fun to read everyone's posts and reactions, and to see how zany things got You're at the end! You're free to make a closing or exit post with your character if you want! Each character who participated is ICly rewarded with a bottle memento! It's their trophy for successfully getting out of the trap dimension. These items are NOT MAGICAL. They are just plain bottles to serve as a keep sake!
For participating in the event, every character gets:
For any character who has died during the event, the trap dismension had a sense of humor, and gifts this to you as well:
(Please make sure to SAVE THESE TO YOUR OWN IMAGE HOSTING SITE. I will delete them from mine after a week. It's not my responsibility to host images long term. Thank you!)
Any items your character received in the trap realm are GONE. They do not exist outside the bottle dimension, and since it's gone, that means all the items are too Thank you again!
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2019 8:49 am
[Super Duper Big Nix]
Moving around as a literal Giant Woman was…strange, to say the least. Thoughts came to mind of a “square law” or something in biology, about size…but hey, magic! The supersized frog girl found herself quite able to pull the same stunts, so was jumping around and tongue bashing things. She didn’t really know when exactly the tipping point for their foe was—but she was pretty sure it wasn’t frog tongue that did it in.
Either way, there wasn’t much time to reflect before everybody was blasting off again! Nix could swear there was even a sparkle at the point when everybody sucked in, but that was almost certainly just imagination.
Still. Shortly after, there was nothing but cool night all around…and a little…ship in a bottle in a bottle?? He blinked in confusion at it, and then gazed around...And checked for important assets. He let out a sigh of relief. And then remembered there were lots of powered people around. Good, and probably bad ones! …After that long mess, though, he figured a truce was a good idea, so sat there for a while to reorient himself. Eventually, he’d head back into the night (morning? Oh dear…) and hopefully get some sleep…but for now. Sit.
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And like that, it was over. His legs had returned and the sweltering heat (that had left his neck painfully red) had disappeared. Everything had disappeared and beside him was the girl they'd been looking for.
Exhausted and ready to be done with the night, he gave her a scrutinizing look. "I'm not sticking around," he stated, stooping to pick up his coat before he began striding off, away from the nearly overwhelming amount of energy signatures that were bearing down on his senses.
There were too many people to care to pick through for familiar faces, so Aventurine left. He'd deal with the consequences, if there were any, later. Right now, he didn't give a damn.
[Exit]
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2019 9:25 am
Sailor Seiryuu, Senshi of the East
Oh hey, the corrupt with the garters was gonna help her. Too bad she couldn't help Nembus, let her know she was dead. Even her uh...girl...boy...friend?!!?!? Was rampaging around. Eventually though, Still dropped potion into her mouth and her soul sucked right into her body, bringing her back to life.
Only to watch the bottle lady explode into nothing and everyone get sucked back into a vortex back into the park.
Man she was ******** sore and tired and ALIVE.
"Excuse me." Seiryuu, returned to her normal self, went over to Genbu and grabbed her cheeks before laying another giant long kiss on the womans. Since she was back to normal.
Then she went and did the same to her cousin, though like....less tongue kissy and more like...
"I made it you scraggly son of a b***h." She waited and then waved to the corrupt, "Thank you for your help Nembus!"
The explosion of bottle glass made Nembus the Peacock jump back for a moment, squawking indignantly--
-- But black holes didn't care about indignant squawks, and soon Nembus found herself sucked up like all of the rest of them --
And spat back out in the park, with two bottles beside her.
And also, she was human again. And also, patting behind her head confirmed that her hair was back being inhumanly long again. Dammit. She had been liking having a bit less hair, at least.
What were these bottles? Nembus plucked them both up, taking a closer look at them. This one bottle had like, four other bottles in it--
Nembus was distracted by a nearby noise, watching as Seiryuu got up and ran over to what she assumed must have been her girlfriend with that kind of kissing. See? She had just been unconscious. Everything was fine. She had totally not been dead at all because she was right back there, with them--
And thanking her!
Nembus couldn't help her gleeful grin in spite of what happened, in spite of the pain she was in, in spite of the fact that it was the wee hours of the morning and all she wanted to do was get home and get away from bottles. Someone was thanking her! Someone was happy to have her as part of their group! It was flattering, honestly, and exciting in a way she couldn't necessarily articulate without seeming foolish to anyone but Stillwaterite, maybe.
So she didn't.
"No, thank you!" Nembus waved back at Seiryuu. "I appreciate it! Felt a little less lost with other people with me."
A little less lost, even for just a few moments.
Ignoring that thought, she turned her attention over to Stillwaterite, who was hesitantly playing with the bottled ship. It looked a bit different than the ships that had been lying beside her. Was that what started all this?
No matter. It was probably time to get out of here.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2019 7:34 pm
Sweetite
And just like that, paws returned to fingers and the world shrunk as the woman grew from one foot to five. It was dizzying, enough so that she'd missed the Lieutenant's catty comment (presumably catty, at least) while pink eyes studied the environment around her.
She was back in the park. A very normal looking park.
Frowning, she straightened out the feathers of her skirt before glancing behind her. The accumulation of confused people was a little too much for the former flamingo-slash-skunk, so the corrupt senshi decidedly made her way as far away from the park as she could --- that was far too much adventure for one evening, to her.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2019 7:50 pm
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The swell in her chest at seeing the bottle woman shatter betrayed her. Moments passed before she caught it, but when it did, it dampened all excitements from seeing the fruit of her hard labor. And she looked down to Giza, almost guiltily, almost as if her thoughts were tangled in all her too-much hair, until a fraction of a second had them spiraled down into another dark nothing only to be spat out across dark lawns. She hadn't expected to win, she realized. She assumed death would take them first, as it did several who were in that dimension.
Worse was the realization that everything just… Disappeared. There was no empirical evidence of their hard-earned triumphs but for the dozens of tiny bottled bottles littering the ground. They were like tasteless trinkets to mock them of how they couldn't say or evince their own successes there — how everyone they just saved would never know what they went through to keep those people saved. That was one of many reasons why she disliked senshi life: such thankless jobs were just poorly-planned charity work with none of the benefits.
She looked to Giza, who was thankfully no longer an elephant, and stroked a hand through her thankfully much shorter hair. "Are you alright?"
The question was very nearly directed at herself as well; Pavo felt none of the dings or bruises incurred from the leviathan or from the errant glass shards. Rather, she felt nothing but tired. Nothing but disappointment in their tepid triumph. "That was… I'm not sure what that was, but I assume it's over now." As did the others, by the look of it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2019 8:41 pm
Eion Risk
Standing dumbly between stranger and foe alike, Eion remembered only snatches of what transpired. Ey remembered talking to Tiberius, whispering in a tufted ear while standing on toes, a half-thought crossing eir mind to stand on Tiberius's toes. Ey remembered body heat coalescing with the forgettable ambience of that place. Adrenaline prickling their neck like a lover's breath, like a shadow of a presence loitering beyond periphery. Allegra and Loreley split off marginally. They each formed a plan for doing what they could.
Eion recalled a clap on a shoulder blade. A couple raps on eir shoulder proper. The trapezius, cited Gray's Anatomy. The levator scapulae, the supraspinatus and infraspinatus muscles, the subscapularis. Disembodied pictures taught em disembodied names for all the ways eir body was labeled, checked, rendered, understood as so much meat. Chuck and foreshank were better words.
Those knocks were a thousand knives of splintered glass vying for eir attention. Soliciting time by blood volume. Stealing breath and mobility and thought and all the feel of a pulse beneath eir skin. Blood as red as pomegranate seeds, as rich as iron deficient —
Now, nothing. No shard punctures left holes in eir green jacket or the shirt beneath. Eion felt nothing but normal, with eir shoulder bag still tucked smartly against eir side. No further fatigue, no further famish. Just normal night surrounded by strangers and recent familiars that caught eir eye. There was still Allegra, who grew ever more frazzled and decisive when cocooned in magic she never understood. There was still Loreley, who had all her sense and confidence rotted out of her at Gevaudan's hands, hovering by a friend Faustite famously disliked. There was still Tiberius, still so much a cat and so unaffected by the lot of it.
But their captor was dead, the rest disappeared, the survivors resigned beautifully to their memories for those past hours. Eion breathed and the night air tasted ever sharper for it.
"You did well." The offered praise was more than what was spared to eir own subordinates. To Loreley, Eion added, "Would you walk her home?"
Oh... Oh, they... Were they done? Was that it? Phaethon looked around with his peacock head on his peacock neck attached to his peacock body. He was starting to get used to the weird violet hue everything took when he was a peacock. Not that he wanted to stay one, of course, but at least his brain was acclimating to it and filtering out the extra colour.
It was something fascinating, really, to watch the bottle woman crack - literally - and then shatter into a million billion teeny tiny pieces.
The black hole was much less fascinating, and Phaethon almost gave into the instinctual urge to run. Not that it would do much good of course, as he was almost immediately drawn up into it. He wasn't the only one, the whole mass of them one turning into one convoluted mess. He didn't get much time to worry about it, though, because they were almost immediately back on the cool, damp grass of the park. Realising after a moment that the dew from the grass was soaking through the back of his shirt, he groaned and sat up.
Oh wait, he had a shirt on again. He wasn't a peacock anymore! Phaethon almost missed the bottles in his haste to sit up and look around him at everyone else that had also reappeared. He picked one up, fascinated by the yet smaller bottles inside with even smaller objects. He turned it over in his hands, squinting to look at the details of the itty bitty figurines. One was a ship, he could tell that. One was a rather realistic looking skull, or at least it appeared so in the dim light of early morning. He was admittedly pretty intrigued and would definitely be looking at it more once he got home and had a brighter light to work with.
And maybe a nap.
He was very tired.
Phaethon's first order of business was going to have to be going the heck to sleep, he decided. Getting to his feet, he stretched away some of the soreness in his back and legs and turned to head out. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one was following him, just in case, and was soon gone.
[EXIT PHAETHON]
HP: 25/35 Dice: 1d8
Inventory x1 10 HP health potion x1 50 DMG attack potion
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