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Silent Spy rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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 Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 3:55 pm
CRITICAL HIT!
Plant HP: 17 - 18 - 18 = -35
OSUMILITE KILLED THE PLANT.
AGAIN.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 4:51 pm
 " GAME OVER. Let's see who actually managed to do the job right..."Among the dead plants and ones that aren't quite close enough to death, there are three (out of dozens or hundreds that remain in need of taming) that have been beaten into well-behaved submission. Sugilite's plant was still slightly ornery, but it was sitting in place and its blossoms remained mostly undamaged. Howlite's plant was in fantastic condition, even offfering some of its own leaves for the Lieutenant to smoke in response to her spoken-aloud curiosity... and Labyrinthite's seemed to be sliently pleading that it would do anything, anything to make the beatings stop. All in all, it was a job well done! For these three, anyway. As far as everyone else goes... well, there's one garden you won't be allowed to have a picnic in anytime soon. Unfortunately for Labyrinthite, being exposed to more than one of the Great Youma's memories came with the risk of being turned into a youma himself. However, he does get the bonus of being able to traverse the Doom and Gloom Garden -- as well as the town proper -- as he pleases, while being given the treatment of a full citizen of the town! For everyone else, they're still going to be a little irritable and suspicious towards you. You should probably use the buddy system when visiting. Congratulations to SUGILITE and HOWLITE! Let's see what you've won...
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 5:00 pm
Three of the Doom and Gloom Girls politely lead (read: maliciously shove) the remaining contestants out of the garden, speaking venom-tinged farewells and goodbyes all the while. While that happens, the remaining two lead Sugilite and Howlite through the garden and past its edge, to the outskirts of the town. It doesn't take any searching at all for the prizes to catch your eye. They are big.... Really, REALLY big... ...and end up much farther away than you initially think they are due to their sheer size. You're finally getting a good idea of just how large and intimidating the so-called Great One must have been, and it's no wonder the townsfolk regard this beast with such reverence. The memories, too, reinforce this idea, once again spinning tales of carnage that the two Negaverse officers are prompted to complete. ((You know the drill! Pass me a power concept and I'll clear it, then you can post a memory!))
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 6:56 pm
Howlite had accepted the leaves with a wide, reckless sort of grin, slipping them into her pocket for later experimentation, and was willingly led further into the garden.
Her dark eyes cut over to Sugilite, and she nodded once, in congratulations as the two of them approached... Something amazing. Gigantic. Better than a T-Rex in a museum. Way too big to take, but she'd never intended on removing the relic from the home of the youma, instead, she slowed her steps. Reverent.
The blonde stretched out a hand to touch one large bone of what appeared to be a ribcage, eyelids fluttering before they closed, and she opened them to find herself...
Destruction. Fire scorched buildings, the glass blown out of windows. The very pavement of the streets rent and ripped as if made of shredded paper. The bodies of the slain, chaos and light alike, marked the battlefield, some beyond recognition, their skin blackened and torn.
The sob of a senshi caught her attention, held it as a young captain thrust his hand into their enemy's chest, and ripped out their starseed, only to be surrounded and struck down by lightening that came from the hands of another, not the sky.
The agents of chaos were outnumbered, beat back by ruthless magic and the swarm of invaders. Some entertained retreat, stumbling backwards, regrouping. As the senshi fell upon the dark-hearted force of earth, rage swelled up, tightening her chest and filling her body with power. With an urge. It poured out through her mouth in a roar, a sound meant to strike terror into the souls of their enemy.
Her blinding fury would be felt by all of the negaverse agents that heard it, causing a newfound, hateful strength to fill their bodies. All thought left, leaving only the desire to destroy. To hunt. To rend and tear and devour. The power was undeniable, as chaos surged through their muscles. Faster, stronger, blood thirsty. Their enemies all shared one face, and they were unable to feel the strikes of magic upon their flesh, unable to turn away from battle.
They would not falter. They would not surrender.
They would die first.
Metallia demanded it.
When the lieutenant finally returned to herself, she said nothing, her smile gone and her dark eyes somewhat haunted.
This was their Legacy?
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 11:38 pm
Sugilite had tried to ignore Howlites' nod as they walked down the path. Ever since the short-haired womans ill-timed remarks in the forest, she had found herself inexplicably irritated by the other lieutenant. However as they cleared the garden and their targets came into sight, her feelings towards the other girl were pushed aside as she too stood in awe under the towering remains.
As Howlite moved to the rib cage, so did Sugilite towards the horns. She like their look, the malicious jaggy curves and shockingly sharp points, still deadly looking after all the time that had passed since they were attached to the living youma. Stopping barely a step from them, she reached up cautiously, not sure of how sharp they really were.
They were everywhere around and on her, swarming and smothering, seeking to bring her down with sheer numbers. She reared, shaking herself as senshi and knights flew off her back like ticks. A few of them grasping the spines along it cried out and let go, their hands cut by the razor edge, and stinging with a strange slick fluid that coated the serrated ridges. Bending low, she swung her horns, slicing into the ranks in front of her. They fell back, clutching at wounds that ranged from light surface abrasions to deep cuts.
Arched back again, she hissed. The air that came out from between her teeth smelled rank, diseased. A similar smell was beginning to drift up from the enemies around her. The unfortunate agents of light who had been cut by her horns, or were nursing hands sliced open by her spines were now clutching the gashes, which had begun to fester and bubble. Their faces were pale, their bodies swayed, and a few began to cough, small trickles of blood seeping from the corners of their mouths. She raised a paw covered in hooked claws and brought it down. All who bore previous injury were crushed, shaking legs giving way and fevered brains unable to react in time.
Circling, she threatened all who dared to try and come any closer, her horns, jaws, spines and claws slick with the poison that would certainly end a human. Thankfully for the senshi and knights, it wasn't strong enough to kill them, instead it would just burn with the same strength as the regret they surely had at trying to bring her down. Of course it would pass through their bodies eventually, but by then they'd be dead, torn apart by her dripping fangs or ground into the dirt by her wicked claws. She didn't need an army at her back, she was one.
Sugilite opened her eyes, and smiled.
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