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lizbot rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-6)
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 Posted: Thu May 09, 2024 9:35 pm
DSS Grieve of The CollapseHP: 35/50 Damage: 15 Action: having fun, casting magic, judging ppl One of Murikabushi's companions ( Elsa) ran up to the beast and for a moment, a current of shadow sliced through the visual noise of collective magics. Eyes drifting back toward Muri, Grieve noticed a familiar figure ( Roka) that had been skulking about on the periphery, but was now darting in to attack. She looked away, sure in the thought that a little starvey-warvey would just make the little ******** more of a menace than usual. Hearing it was Kaifeng that was talking, Grieve just laughed, mostly at the idea that he would say anything mean about her. Especially not this Kaifeng. "If he was saying bad s**t about me, I'dve had to fight big blue over yonder an hour later." Like some ********' heat-seeking boyfriend missile. Hopefully it was along the lines of, Grieve is tough and cool. She is SO tall. And not some bullshit lies like, Grieve is kind and will give you her snacks. No chance to ask outright, though. The rotty chaos creature produced another ******** roar, signaling another attack in the form of... zombie puppies. Or at least they looked the part in comparison to the big one. There were a lot of them, but she wasn't too concerned. Especially not once she saw muri waste three of them right out the gate. Instead of joining in right away, the satanic banana of a senshi opted for a loud whistle and enthusiastic clapping. "Yeah, yeah! ******** 'em up!" Sure he was taking some damage but they were just nibbles and she knew how ******** up Murikabushi magics could get. Still, she called out a reassuring, "Don't hold back! ********' Lysithea is here. She can just s**t out some rainbows and rezz the dead." Probably. Another of Muri's comrades ( Parisfal) took on a puppy and proceeded to pull some of the most obnoxious ******** magics Grieve had seen in awhile. Not just clone or illusion magic but it was paired with such hyperactive and cheery action that Grieve almost felt dizzy from it herself. What a pain in the a**. An effective pain in the a**. Not bad. He even made a fan ( Cynthus) in the form of the singular smart teenage knight. The joyful energy was almost as blinding as all the ********' magic getting slung around. The blood on their uniforms did not lessen the effect. The shadow slasher came back and took out another three while Grieve was tempted to take out...lunch. She couldn't help it, the presence of all the princesses meant she felt all too ********' safe from everything (except maybe being taken to jail by some of their knights for past crimes). Though there did seem to be plenty of senshi overextending and taking on too many little wolves at once. Or just being emotionally caught up in The Horrors, which was basically a hobby for most senshi and knights as far as Grieve was concerned. Not her hobby, of course, but she knew that ******** look. And sure enough, there was a unicorn princess waving a magic wand to heal up the reckless ******** a princess hitting some with her broken shoe. Seeing ********' Ganymede hobbling about in one shoe and swinging the other around like a cankerous fishwife really...really made Grieve's night. This was ******** great!Seeing Ida curb stomp the last few stragglers and noticing Cybele taking aim at the huge one, Grieve figured she should like, maybe do something. Cosmos forbid someone thought she was being protected or was already tired. Or having war flashbacks and needed somebody to talk to them about feelings. ******** gross. Time to fight.Passing by Roka, she gave them an overly firm slap on back and snapped out, "Quit sulking. This is supposed to be fun!" Whatever expression they were or were not making, Grieve apparently interpreted as, I'm a little pissbaby who doesn't like my birthday cake.Letting loose her attack, Grieve's mood improved still further at another solid hit. There was still another cast of magic to her, but she'd leave it in the chamber for now. Just in case a princess really did try to send some dog knight after her later. Quote: One Will Fall
Grieve will either say the phrase while looking at the target, point while looking at the target, or directly touch the target's limb in order to cast. When hit with the attack, the target will feel their body collapsing in on itself with a pair of limbs (either both arms or both legs) feeing completely crushed under the pressure and no longer able to move or support their body . No lasting damage unless the player decides the target took some from any resulting fall.
Range: 10 feet
Targets: single
Duration: 15s
Uses: 3 2 1
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tefla rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2024 10:10 pm
Illyria - attacking Giant Chrysocyon with magic this turn HP: 60/75 Damage to Giant Chrysocyon = 5 + 10 = 15 dmg (( direct damage ))
Illyria had been trying to keep just to the side of Ida as she worked. She had heard Ida call out to her to stay close to her side. At the same time that shout had gone out, the Mauvian had been dismayed by the appearance of what appeared to be miniature versions of the large Chrysocyon moving in on the group. The weren't really a whole lot of the mini-mes and Illyria knew that she should stay close to Ida as she fought but something about the giant Chrysocyon made her skin twitch. Seeing as everyone else was engaged with the smaller beasts did Illyria decide to sneak around in order to attack the main enemy. Her feet whispered along the ground as she attempted to draw closer to the head of the creature before she launched her first attack. She only hoped that the magic would cause the creature some massive discomfort.
Quote: Pollen Bomb - Bringing her hands together Illyria calls out her attack. Upon speaking the attack a glowing sphere gathers in her cupped hands. As soon as the sphere is as large as a softball in size Illyria will lob the sphere at the nearest opponent. If the sphere makes any contact with the target the sphere will burst into a cloud of pure orchid pollen. (normally orchid pollen is in 'packets' but this is pure pollen) ... Exposure to the pollen bomb could result in common symptoms of hay fever: (( Sneezing: Itchy nose, eyes, ears, and mouth: Red and watery eyes and Swelling around the eyes )) Duration of exposure symptoms: 15 seconds (although players could choose to be affected longer if they wish to be) Area of attack: opponent must be within 6 feet of Illyria to be affected the most. Uses: Twice per battle
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Seiana_ZI rolled 2 4-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-8)
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2024 5:59 am
Transcended Eternal Encke of PlasmaHP: 85/100 Action: still feeling unsteady, but healing Ran! Healing to Ran: 10 + 2d4 = 18 Note: this is technically an AOE heal if anyone wants to claim being near enough!! Beloved, are you yourself again?Among everything else, Encke did manage to make that out between the slamming in his ears and the urge to rip his hair out piece by piece and the urge to scream-- "No," he replied, because he could still deeply identify the press of the temptations against his mind. It was why he pulled, and pulled, and relaxed, and pulled. What had caused it was absent, but that didn't remove the results. It didn't remove the fact that he had still almost bitten-- "Is Ran alright?" It was best to cut off his mind. He tried his best to stand up, to unfold himself, to take a closer look around. Where was Ran? Where was his mentee-- Oh no. "s**t," Encke pulled himself together enough to tap Basiluzzo, gesture in Ran's direction, and walk the short distance over to the younger man crumbled on the ground. "Here," he murmured, keeping himself at an almost awkward distance as he tried to push his magic into his mentee. Amasis Enhancement Attack: Super Sailor Scout Attack: "Plasma Discharge!" Based on plasma medicine, Encke presses his hands toward his target, generating a current with a mild heat which will feel hot but will not burn. This heat is accompanied by a small amount of light. As this current travels from him into his target, it will completely heal minor injuries and moderate wounds (such as bleeding or abrasions) can somewhat stitch themselves back together and have improved healing. This magic may have some success temporarily stabilizing more serious injuries, but at best it can only stop them from worsening for a short time. Allies injured in the nearby vicinity may also feel this effect. ( Usage: Twice per battle Duration: 30 seconds Range: 10ft radius around target)
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LittleLilyKitty rolled 1 8-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2024 10:49 am
Wallia, senshi of fortificationHP: 50-15 = 35Action: Throwing a rock (or something) towards the Big Chrysocyon before moving into proximity of Lysithea and Procyon (will use his defensive magic next turn) Damage to big chrysocyon: 7Eventually the hunger dissipated to tolerable levels. There was a roar from the big dog, lots of mini-doggies. For a moment, Wallia almost panicked. He quickly picked up a rock, ready to hurl it on one of those mini doggies but before he could do that, the teen heard a call for help. He halted, unsure what to do. He wanted to protect Urania but it seemed like the other person needed help more urgently. Seeing mini doggies disappear and Urania attacking the Big One settled it. It seems you're doing just fine…He hurled the rock towards the Big One, shouting something like “Narttu!” before running towards the call he heard earlier. What he found was a very majestic girl ( Lysithea) and rather odd looking boy ( Procyon)? “You called for help?” he asked, not sure who to address. “I’m Wallia and my magic is defensive. I can protect you.” Both. Orangeish Sherbert You both will be safe soon/quote]
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Kyuseisha no Hikari rolled 3 4-sided dice:
1, 1, 4
Total: 6 (3-12)
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2024 10:54 am
Amarynthos, Knight of the Moon
HP: 100/100
Damage: (Indirect Damage ; 10 + 3d4) =16
Action: Casting his magic at the big chrysocyon, holding Ephesus
The magic was cruel to Ephesus in a way that Amarynthos couldn’t quite understand. He had never been so desperate, never been without. He had loving parents who didn’t always have much, but who always had enough, and sacrificed for him whenever they needed to. And then, they’d met Michael, and the idea of ever needing anyone to sacrifice anything was lost.
Ephesus was in good hands with him, but the state of the present didn’t erase the scars of the past.
Amarynthos could imagine the way the magic must have clung to Ephesus and fed off his tribulations. But, Ephesus was strong. He was resilient, and good-hearted. Mary didn’t know for who his tears fell but it didn’t matter. Ephesus had a big heart, they could be for anyone–even himself–and Mary would have wanted to support and console him. He let the fabric of his uniform drape over Ephesus, and silently invited him to hide within the folds if that’s where he felt safest.
Their friends were combating the strange creatures, and Amarynthos had magic and reach to do the same. And, if things got really bad, he had a summon desperate to protect them.
He swung his staff to keep the creatures at bay, but thankfully they were quick to fall even without his influence. Which still left the single great beast to handle, but having a single entity to face off against felt strange reassuring when compared to the hoard of smaller ones.
Amarynthos drew no attention to Ephesus, he didn’t even look at him. If Ephesus needed a moment to collect himself, Amarynthos could offer him safety, at least.
“You’re strong,” he whispered. “Stronger than this. It’s going to pass.” Whatever it was, whatever it was doing to Ephesus, Amarynthos knew Effie was stronger.
And, just in case the great chrysocyon was responsible, and with no other targets nearby, Amarynthos used his magic again on it.
Quote: Moonlight sparkles in the air around Amarynthos and all enemy targets within fifteen feet will feel enlightened; they will become hypercritical of their flaws and shortcomings, and may rapidly be filled with regret for instances where they failed in the past. The forced introspection can be incredibly distracting and make targets feel overwhelmed and unable to interact with the present. They may suffer physical symptoms of stress, such as aches and pains, a racing heart, dizziness, exhaustion, or even anxiety or irritability. The magic can be channeled for up to 60 seconds; the circle will move with Amarynthos but if characters leave the radius the effects will fade. Players can choose to take lasting damage if they prefer, but otherwise all symptoms will fade when the magic is no longer being channeled.
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Kyuseisha no Hikari rolled 2 4-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-8)
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2024 11:33 am
Adria, Eternal Senshi of Sunsets
HP: 85/100
Damage: (Indirect Damage ; 10 + 2d4) = 13
Action: With Varuna and Daphne, casting his magic at the big chrysocyon
Adria never liked facing off with Chaos like this but he knew it was necessary. No matter how much experience he had in such things, there was always so many different factors to consider, and so many unknowns.
Sometimes, he lacked confidence to act directly. Today, it was through the determination and drive of both Daphne and Varuna that he found the willpower to act promptly, too.
The smaller beasts had been dispersed, which only left their original target.
While he didn’t want to draw its attention, he also didn’t want to drag this out any longer than necessary. It was only causing damage here—and it was the one who struck first, right?
Varuna had the foresight to make sure they were safe from her magic and the thought of dinner from Daphe chased away not only the residual hunger but also gave him another concrete plan to work for.
He didn’t want anyone to get hurt—even these sorry looking creatures—but he reminded himself that it was just chaos (probably) and he’d rather keep his friends safe than worry about the monsters trying to hurt them.
He had no words, unsurprising from him in battle unless he had something important to say, but he once more used his magic against the oversized beast to try and wear it down. He didn’t say out loud how grateful he was for his friends but he thought it as he felt his magic flow through him once more.
Quote: Adria summons three baseball sized glowing orbs into his hand and is capable of throwing each one up to ten feet away. Once thrown, the orbs, mimicking a sun, will begin to set. Everyone within a five foot radius of the orb will feel a peaceful warmth wash over them; they will feel compelled to watch the orb set. It is relaxing but not threatening; the orb can do no damage to anyone who comes in contact with it nor the ground beneath it. The attack is primarily distraction and stronger willed individuals can break free of its spell. The multiple orbs increase the probability that even a strong willed opponent will not be able to break free of the distraction (if they are thrown in the same area), though it also gives him the opportunity to aim towards multiple targets if needbe. The attack will last for thirty seconds and can be used three times per battle.
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SSBrosB rolled 1 12-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-12)
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2024 12:21 pm
Eternal CalibanHP: 85/100 While the smaller beasts were taken care of quickly, that hadn't stopped them from throwing Caliban off balance so when he threw the next rock at the creature it lightly hit before easily falling away. Caliban could hear himself cursing about the situation. He wanted to use his magic, but how long would this go on? The beast had yet to show any signs of stopping, and Caliban could only catch his breath for a moment before he had to attack it again.
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SSBrosB rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2024 12:21 pm
Squire VoyagerHP: 60/75 This time the rock managed to make a decent hit on the creature, mostly because Voyager had run up to the beast, dodging the smaller ones while they were still up and attacking, and was only about a foot away from one of the creature's limbs. So that well, helped a bit probably. If he stayed close enough, he might be able to use his magic, though he could only channel it for so long. And what would the effect be on this thing? He wasn't sure as he hadn't had enough experience yet, but he sometimes swore that magic had different effects on creatures that were of the larger variety.
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SSBrosB rolled 1 12-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-12)
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2024 12:22 pm
Knight AlphubelHP: 85/100 It had taken him a few seconds to be able to get far enough away from the creature that in case it decided to attack back he would not be hit, but at the same time miniature versions had popped up. Luckily there were enough people that the adds had been easily dealt with. It allowed him another opportunity to hit the creature with his staff, giving it a good blow like the last one.
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2024 1:55 pm
Super Murikabushi of HungerHP: 30 HP / 75. Action: Checking on Cynthus, Parsifal, and Grieve. Making sparkly eyes at Elsa. Attacking his own fuku; no attack vs. chrysocyon. Damage: N/A Looking out at the tumult and the fighting, one thought came to Murikabushi’s mind clearer than anything else: Everything happens so much.
Even just with the people he’d gotten attached to for the moment (whether he’d come out with them like Elsa or they’d come to him like Grieve and Parsifal)—holy ******** everything was happening so much. One moment, three Parsifals danced around one of the chrysocyon beasts, ably distracting it……from a blow that didn’t seem to faze it much. The next, the young Moon Squire with the eye-rolling (Cynthus) had come over and taken care of the beast instead. A quick glance at her weapon and Muri couldn’t help thinking, By hook or by crook, indeed.
Which he had enough sense not to say out loud, at least. Some sassy teenager thinking he was lame and cringe was one thing, totally endurable. Most teenagers thought that about anyone over the age of twenty-five anyway. But if Murikabusbi got loud enough and one of the Princesses overheard his lame, cringe wordplay that sounded stupid even in his own head? God, just kill him now.
(Well. Maybe he could handle it if Cybele overheard. She already understood that plenty about Muri was significantly more worthy of Judgment than stupid wordplay—see: Complicated but soft and compassionate Emotions about certain explosively violent half-youma pretty boys who regularly did atrocities—so it wasn’t like she’d have learnt anything new, hearing Muri say something stupid like that.
But that still left Ganymede, Lysithea, and Ida-hime-sama to be utterly unimpressed with him for being cringe. Ida probably wouldn’t have, but the other two were giant question marks in this regard, so……best for Muri to leave certain thoughts unspoken, honestly.)
At least doing that was easy enough: the little beasts all went down, something the Big b***h didn’t seem to have expected happening, and……it wasn’t an end to anything. Obviously. They had to stay on their guard. But without all the little bitches swarming them, and with the big one possibly reeling somewhat from a rush of unexpected attacks coming her way, it was as close as they’d get to a moment to breathe.
“How’s everybody holding up,” Muri asked, studiously ignoring anything that felt like nascent bruises, blood, or an open wound on his own part. “Parsifal, if your magic’s burned out, just……” Muri gestured at the assorted debris around them from the city’s ruins. “Get something to throw. If you need to fall back, there’s no shame in that. We’ve got you.”
Muri looked around at the others—Parsifal had invited this concern by attaching himself to Muri early; the Moon Squire could object or not, whatever she wanted, but she couldn’t stop Muri from extending concern her way—but……well. Muri didn’t have an easy time visually taking stock of everyone’s current states. All of them had taken hits, and all of them would’ve benefitted from standing in Blossom’s pretty ring of healing flowers, had Kerberos come out for this tonight. Hard to tell exactly how anybody was doing.
………Except for Grieve. Sure, she probably wasn’t at whatever 100% looked like for her? But she also hadn’t gotten chewed on by any of the little guys, and good for her, honestly.
—And except for—“Elsa.…”
He’d taken on a trio of the little beasts, same as Murikabushi had, and……oh. Oh, no, some of the injuries they’d left behind probably shouldn’t have been left open. Sure, they’d need to be cleaned and dressed properly later, but in the meantime—
Murikabushi took a deep breath and tugged hard on one of his sleeves, around the seam where the main sleeve fabric met the crimson lining. One of the little chrysocyon beasts had already torn into the fabric some with its claws. Between that tear and the seam itself, Muri didn’t have much trouble ripping the lining off.
“I know it’s not much,” he said, then ripped along the seam that had kept the sleeve stitched up. “Definitely not a replacement for proper bindings. But for the time being……please?”
Holding the torn up fabric out for Elsa, Murikabushi gave him a very serious, but hopeful, expression. The sort that Yuki would have correctly accused of utilizing the overly earnest sparkly eyes that usually meant Kiyoshi was begging someone else to care about themself and their well-being while very possibly neglecting his own.
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Sleet Tempest Snape rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2024 2:13 pm
Deep Space Sailor Selinur, glaze ice.HP: 60/75Direct damage being done to the large monster: 10 + 2 = 12 Watching as little babies, copies of the main monster, turned up and were swiftly destroyed by the other senshi and knights gathered here Selinur wasn't surprised. What was surprising was how easily they were dealt with, though considering they looked like they should already be dead, it shouldn't be that much of a surprise. He was just figuring that whatever had kept them alive, or reanimated them, would have made them more durable and made it where it took more to kill them. Too high of an expectation he supposed.
Where some backed away fro mthe fighting, he'd noticed one senshi doing just that, others had moved in and continued the assault as their target went from the mini monsters to the larger one who had been here from the start. That was who Selinur turned his attention on as well, ashe got in close enough to level his magic on it. "Ice over." Tapping his foot as he stood there, close enough to cast his magic but also close enough to be attacked, the senshi moved as soon as he could. His blue eyes looking for a certain ancient who he'd arrived at the gathering with. They had to be here somewhere and he was hoping they were still intact, because of that arm they had, he didn't need them to lose their arm on anothers planet.
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Daekie rolled 1 0-sided dice:
Total: 0 (1-0)
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2024 3:38 pm
DSS Super Róka, Senshi of the UndertowHP: 50/75 DAMAGE: N/A, already attacked this round ACTION: Activating Gossip Mode Oh. Right. Grieve was here. "I am having fun," Róka called after her, disgruntled, in a tone some might have described as 'deeply pleasant' and others might've described as 'mildly deranged' (and in no way matched their expressionless face). They --
Wait. Tilting their head back -- they recognized -- was that Helene? There were only so many tall, horned senshi in sunset uniforms who were unseasonably tall, and the so-pale skin alone ruled out -- not a reincarnation? It'd be far too much makeup. And with a Saturn Knight practically in his lap, too, so either he was on some pathetic sort of rebound or his pining had actually found a home. They'd been falling behind on socialization if they'd missed -- had Grieve said something about him? She might've, at one point. But Alexis hadn't been in the city for a few months; some things had fallen by the wayside, some things they hadn't taken down into their notes. They couldn't be expected to remember everything.
Maybe Róka should've been bothering to show up to these sorts of things sooner, if they were going to see this many ghosts. (Murikabushi in white? Was that -- it'd wait. People did generally find making light conversation in the middle of pitched battle to be 'ridiculous' and 'unreasonable', but really, that was everyone else's loss. Selinur, too, but they'd known him already in this city in these colors; he looked to be doing alright for himself. Not visibly haunted. Which was worth a lot!)
They could ask Grieve now, regardless, before the opportunity passed. There was so much noise it would've been hard for anyone to listen in on anything specific, wasn't there? Róka didn't even bother with attacking the remaining beast again, just swiftly caught up with their... colleague? Acquaintance? Colleague. Ex-colleague. Friend wasn't applicable, they'd always been picky with that one and especially now.
"Is that Helene and his boytoy," Róka pressed, lightly kicking the back of one of Grieve's legs with a boot slightly decorated with gore. (They had, by this point, bothered to wrench an expression and an emotion back onto their face: interest, mild annoyance, slight surprise.)[For personal reference: 2/3 casts of basic remaining, 1/2 casts of super remaining.]
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genovianprince generated a random number between
10 and 15 ...
11!
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2024 4:12 pm
ZOMBIE CHRYSOCYON: 623/1400 The Chrysocyon shuddered backwards from the attacks, bewildered and upset that her children had been killed so quickly and thoroughly. She had one last trick up her sleeve, and with another deafening roar-bark— The loneliness hit Fang like a punch in the gut, and he gasped, trembling and shaking. Alonealonealonealonealonealonealonedyingalone—Once more, he was overwhelmed with the memories of the thousand years of aching hunger and even achier loneliness, the effects of the roar closing his mind to any of his new memories of his new friends family, and old memories of old friends and family. The strength he'd gathered for himself at Ilse's words faded as he dropped to his knees and gasped for breath as the desperate loneliness clawed its way back into his heart, invaded every one of his senses, forcing out all the people who'd come here just to help him. He clutched at his chest and wailed, a heartbreaking sound of pure and utter despair and loneliness. He hardly noticed the tears running down his cheeks from the onslaught of psychological torture he'd endured today. He was terribly ALONE, and it would remain that way FOREVER. The Chrsyocyon growled with satisfaction, salivating as she stared at her prey. Current Psychological Effect: Loneliness. Remembering friends and family can be difficult, especially for someone who struggles to connect to other people. A character might feel as though they'll never be saved. Nobody will come for them. Combat Mechanics are back in this post! Everyone has taken 11 damage from this round's roar.
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Amor Remanet rolled 2 4-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-8)
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2024 4:20 pm
Super Murikabushi of HungerHP: 30 - 11 = 19 HP / 75. Action: Again, *lapis lazuli i’ve felt worse.gif* and throwing magic at the Mama Zombie Damage: 10 + 2d4 [5] = 15 damage. After the first roar out of the big boss chrysocyon had so thoroughly failed to impress Muri, and the second one had brought out a genuine threat and failed (in his less than humble, judgmentally gay opinion) to live up to it? Murikabushi expected more of the same out of this next round of watching the beast open up her gaping maw. Sure, he raised an arm and covered his face with his sleeve when she roared, but in his defense, her rancid, Chaos-infested zombie breath smelled almost as bad as the rest of her did.
And then………okay?
Wow. Loneliness. Feeling his heartbeat in his ears, hearing everything distantly and through distortion like he’d somehow slipped underwater—or into some war movie scene where the director used white noise and few natural sounds to indicate that some character present was dissociating—failing to shiver at the heavy chill that washed over him because what was the point when nobody would hear it anyway. If a tree falls in a forest and there’s nobody around, then the disturbances in the air caused by that impact never properly become a sound, not one that anybody’s brain will process. The rules stipulated by the asinine philosophical exercise already specified that the disturbances don’t have eardrums to hit, and those are literally necessary for the existence of sound.
Not that such things mattered that much, really.
Looking around at the throngs of other people didn’t make the feelings of loneliness go away. If anything, the emotional knife twisted even deeper with those visuals in mind—but……it also didn’t hurt. Bemusedly staring up at the beast, Muri shook his head and shrugged. Not that she actually saw him doing it. Maybe she did, but he wasn’t so arrogant as to presume that he actually mattered to her. At best, he was a visitor on this planet and the whole concept of these emotional damage magic attacks fundamentally prohibited them from being anything personal against anybody in particular.
Maybe against Fang, but that was different.
Oh, sure, the lonely feeling came with memories.… Trying to go to Meadowview’s Homecoming dance, because that was what normal kids got to do in high school, but leaving before even the halfway point. He’d paid for his ticket. He’d followed the same dress code as all the girls who’d picked out glittery party dresses for the event. Nobody had had the ability to turn him away. He could’ve stayed……but Reiki didn’t pretend to be a girl when he showed up to school in his skirts and dresses. He never compromised about who he was, and it wasn’t hard to pick up on everybody but his brother and cousin avoiding him. Pointedly leaving when they saw him coming in their direction, even if he hadn’t wanted anything to do with them.
Wasn’t hard to notice that Junsei and Erika might’ve actually had fun without him there, ruining their ability to enjoy normal teenage things. They always had more fun without Reiki trying to come too, even though both of them loved him too much to say so. Stomping home by himself in his sparkly platform-sandal heels with the delicate ankle straps, skulking back up to his room, ignoring Dad when he’d tried to knock later—that had been the easiest choice available to him that night.
The loneliness up in Reiki’s room hadn’t hit nearly as bad as the loneliness at the dance. In his room, he’d had Florence (Lungs and Ceremonials), he’d had Marina (Electra Heart and The Family Jewels), he’d had Amy (Back to Black) and the extra parasocial ache of it having barely been a year since she’d died, he’d had Adele (Never mind, I’ll find someone like you……)
At least he hadn’t had to feel so alone while surrounded by people.
Worse, yet, the memory of skinny thirteen-year-old Reiki Rokugin in his black and purple plaid Hot Topic skirt with the gratuitous straps and the black lace detailing, and the stompy black boots that Dad had practically had a heart attack over, thinking knee-high was too high for a boy in middle-school. The vaulted ceilings at the mall ached above him, punishingly heavy—on some Atlas bullshit, or feeling as good as that—while the throng of people he didn’t recognize throbbed, each blurry, indistinguishable face rushing past him. The car hadn’t been in the parking lot. He’d written down where they’d parked exactly, and when he’d gotten out there, some minivan had pulled in, with a mother and six kids in peewee soccer uniforms all piling out of it.
Reiki’s heartbeat had thundered in his ears back then, the way that Muri’s heartbeat did right now. Drowning out all the other sounds as he searched for his aunt, or his sister, or his cousin, or a <******** cellphone signal so he could call somebody, his parents or grandparents if Aunt Satomi wouldn’t answer (considering how she’d smelled before, with that telltale reek of tequila, it probably would’ve been best to call Mom or Dad instead).
Through it all, the obvious conclusion loomed before him: Aunt Satomi had left. She’d brushed him off without hearing a word. She hadn’t paid attention—of course she hadn’t, why would she ever have paid attention to Reiki telling her things, people only did that if they hated him—and now, he couldn’t get his phone to call anybody, it wasn’t sending texts, and even as he tried to figure out which series of city buses to take to get himself as close to home as possible, some part of him didn’t want to make it back. Didn’t want to walk in on Dad and his sister yelling at each other about her ******** drinking again, and this time, it was going to be Reiki’s fault for wandering off, and maybe it was better to be alone—
“Eugh,” Muri huffed, rolling his eyes at nothing in particular. “Jesus. *Gross*.”
Focusing his view up at her, Muri told her, “Nymeria, sweetie, your bark is just insultingly worse than your bite tonight, isn’t it.”
She probably couldn’t hear him. If she could, then Murikabushi seriously doubted that she would either understand or care what he had to say. But seriously, first she’d done the same thing as his own magic but so much more limited in its scope. Now, she couldn’t even make him feel something, like, new? She had to go with the same pathetic, unrealistic, self-indulgent trash that he dealt with every stupid-a** morning until he remembered that he had either Yuki or Cersei in bed beside him, which was almost always followed by one form of kisses or another? Here she was, some giant ******** Chaos beast of untold power and potency, something who’d ruined Fang’s planet and the better part of his life until very recently……
……and the best that she could ******** do was the emotional equivalent of telling Murikabushi objective facts about himself? As though he was supposed to feel insulted, or hurt, or something by being informed that he was gay, femme, overly opinionated, needlessly defiant, confrontational in situations where it made no logical sense, someone who tried to play a compassionate hero because he was afraid that deep down he was actually just a useless b***h, and otherwise insufferable to ******** deal with? Like, wow, next Miss Chrysocyon Of The World would tell him that Pope Francis was Catholic and Muri had terrible taste in men.
“……Bored now,” Murikabushi drawled up at the beast, but there wasn’t any feeling in it. Not really. “Gurl, why don’t you go back to the endless void of nonexistence, where you belong.”
With a wry not-quite-smile, Murikabushi yanked down on the invisible string like always. He summoned up his magic, aiming it at the big boss chrysocyon and hoping they could get this over with already. Seriously, she couldn’t have even triggered a childhood trauma memory that he still felt wounded about. It had to be the ones like “Yeah, b***h, high school sucks for everybody, but we pick ourselves up and keep it pushing because wallowing about it is ******** boring.”Quote: Super Sailor Scout Attack: Ravenous Hunger.
Enemies within 15 feet are wracked with an intense hunger—the sort of hunger that gnaws at your insides, like you haven’t eaten all day. The craving can be for anything—food, drink, affection/intimacy, alcohol or narcotics, the answers to the math homework, etc.—and enemies are compelled to satiate it, but find it even more difficult to do so than they would expect. In addition to the intensity, this hunger makes them feel somewhat sluggish, making it harder for them to think, decide what to do, and see any actions through to completion, even those that they believe will satiate their hunger. This spell lasts for 35 seconds, and Murikabushi can use it twice per battle. Daexxkie Roka proximity?? They’re by Grieve, so?!
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a-disgruntled-dragon rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2024 5:38 pm
Terebellum, Senshi of Resonance
HP: 5 + 13 - 11: 7! / 50
Basic Magic (0/3 uses)
Indirect Damage:10 + 2 = 12
Terebellum Action: Being healed! Then being consumed by loneliness and trying to continue fight. Spoiler, it doesn't go well.
Ida was over her then and she lifted a hand in a 'thumbs up'. She was still breathing, even if she looked like she'd been mauled by a pack of dogs. Which she had, to be fair. She pushed herself up onto her knees, spitting blood.
"I'll be... alright," she said with a tired and pained smile, yellow eyes turning back to the fight. Terebellum had maybe one more casting of her magic in her; she could feel the drain on her body from using it already. It sat in her bones and joints, and the pain that echoed through her didn't help any. Her vision swam for a moment.
Weak. She was so damn weak.
Magic surged through her as an amulet settled around her neck, glowing for a moment. She blinked as some of the bites closed, or at the very least stopped bleeding, and she could breathe a little easier.
Terebellum glanced at the senshi who'd cast the magic - based on the fact that the amulet that vanished once it's magic was complete matched that on the girl's fuku - and smiled in thanks.
The chrysocyon roared again and Terebellum wailed.
Loneliness, deep and unending and all-consuming, swelled in her chest. She'd been alone for so long, locked in crystal on a world silent and all but dead. Even before that, she'd been alone among the schemes and backstabbing and political charades. Terebellum couldn't remember a time she wasn't alone; she supposed at one time, she had a family and neighbors. Awakening as the world's senshi had stripped it all from her.
Those below saw her as their salvation and messiah. Those above saw her as a threat and villain. Those close to her worked behind her back. Those far from her worked in the open. Even her best friend, her lover, her one true confidant... in the end... even she too had betrayed her.
Terebellum wailed, even as she ran blindly forward, even as her wounds reopened bled red against her green skin. She wailed as she fell to the ground at the feet of the giant undead chrysocyon and slammed her hands down.
"RESONANCE.... AMPLIFICATION!" she wailed, even as the magic surged into the ground and then rebounded back up through her hands and into her arms, numbing them up to her shoulders.
She wailed as she collapsed in on herself, just waiting for it to end.
Quote: Sailor Scout Attack: Resonance Amplification! Description: Terebellum calls the name of her attack and touches an object. Effect: In up to a 5ft radius from where she touched the object, it shudders and seems to shift and vibrate as power and energy resonates through them. This only affects inanimate objects or terrain (such as the ground or walls). Effects can alter between violent shaking and trembling when the energy does not resonate well within the target, and the target may have a suction effect when the energy resonates well. This suction effect can attract living creatures, people, and objects the size or smaller than a human. She cannot control the effect and it may manifest randomly in battle. At player choice and RP direction, small objects may crack or explode. Duration: 30 seconds; small objects can explode at any point in time during this use if plotted with RP partner
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