Psykgi Mentha 14/20 hp Using Adept Support Artifact Damage Dealt: 0 to Paparazzi Damage Taken: 0 Military Standard Medical Kit (Adept Artifact Support A) (0/2 Uses, heal one troll 1/2 hp)
imaginationsparadise
+10 hp to Eridia! She's 'healing' her. With negative motivation. You'll have to use your imagination for what psykgi says because i have no idea
Psykgi smirked. Yes, she certainly would start to burn... like a rainbowdrinker in the moonlight. "I'll handle it!" she said mischeviously. She honed in on Eridia's position, smile growing more and more wicked with each idea that crossed her mind. Interesting that Chiara was going after Lorata - she would have thought Chiara would have been more cautious (and that wouldn't have been something that Psykgi would do - she was trying to build credibility with Lorata after all), but it seemed to be working as a lure, and Lorata's anger would give it irresistable credibility.
She left her to it, and went for her own target. "Oh, Eridia!!" she said, fighting through the crowd to her kismesis-date's side. She really was drinking it up, all the attention, all the lights, all the flirtation. She needed to be taken out... figuratively speaking. She slipped around to Eridia's side and whispered something in her ear, something sure to distract her and throw her off her game... and, perhaps out of the limelight...
micillia
kitsuneaura
Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2016 3:32 pm
Alright, that was enough. Ditching the paparazzi while they were distracted by a meowbeast, Lorata hurried back to her favorite station. She scooped up her clipboard, grabbed a pen, and began to furiously jot down instructions before finally looking up and calling over the closest of her station's drones. "We aren't getting anything done here tonight, so we're moving to the facilities." She tore off the top sheet and handed it to the troll at her right with a nod. "So, you take your team and head to Facility Two. Everyone else is coming with me to Facilitiy Three."
The seadweller turned to lead the way without leaving any chance for discussion, and spared no mercy for any paparazzi that tried to get in her way.
Lorata is sending 46 labor to Facility 2 and 49 labor to Facility 3.
Voscil is attacking the Paparazzi! HP:16/20 DMG: (3+1(WPN DMG)+2 for (prompt)) = 6 DMG
Voscil had been fairly excited to be in and around a large bustling city again. Civisect reminded her of New Hemisect, but at least here in a hemo anon disguised Sparky Hanabi she didn't have to worry about her wanted status. With everyone on the streets and distracted by all the going ons it made it even easier to blend in. However, as she was in mid stride running little more than a yellowed blur of motion she had sometroll smash into her. Squealing in dismay she thought for certain the troll had recognized her.
Flailing she heard the troll screaming at her about getting into her Zine. Her eyes widened in disbelief. The speedster squirmed to be free of the other, pushing with a look of defiance on her face. The fight was bloody, and actually resulted in a bit of flailing that ended almost comically. Catching a glimpse of a purrbeast, she pointed it out to them. She missed her Mamaju, she was back in the swamp...Voscil had felt it best for her traveling with Reemus, and to keep the large creator safe.
This particular purrbeast was by far smaller, but it was adorable none the less.The distraction went perfectly. Voscil had enough time to grab a can, slam it over their heads and boot them with a well developed kick much like a kangaroo as it went spiraling off to the discard pile. Huffing she squinted looking around, she had to find Reemus...he was in disguise but she'd been one of the trolls to him him with, surely finding a nearly 6'0" tall troll surely.
Psykgi Mentha 10/20 hp Damage Dealt: 4 to Paparazzi Damage Taken: 4 Military Standard Medical Kit (Adept Artifact Support A) (0/2 Uses, heal one troll 1/2 hp)
Psykgi filled the Paparazzi trolls heads full of lies, the nonfatal part of her axe, and a few convenient truths that would help Civisect and hurt the competition. That was Psykgi, always thinking about the big picture, the end goal, the eventual victory.
She also lured them, metaphorically and literally, away from Eridia with further lies and truths and untruths. She wasn't sure if she had achieved her goal of embarrassing, humiliating, and deflecting attention away from Eridia, or if she was still balancing it out with Civisect's interests. She was aiming for 'boring', revealing less interesting aspects of Eridia to try to make them fall away like leaves from a tree. That would work well. It wasn't what she wanted, exactly, but that - and her physical aggression, perfectly acceptable for a troll - appeared to be doing the trick...
Psykgi Mentha 7/20 hp (Used 1/2 daily actions) Damage Dealt: 4 to Paparazzi Damage Taken: 3 Military Standard Medical Kit (Adept Artifact Support A) (0/2 Uses, heal one troll 1/2 hp)
Ma'am struck again at the paparazzi, the roaches moving in unison to disgust and terrify the trolls. The bright lights did nothing to drown the collective's wrath as they scurried and scuttled and bit. In the screaming, distracted chaos, Psykgi swiped a few of their cameras, throwing out any irreparably damaged ones and keeping those that looked fairly high quality. She intended to put this distraction and annoyance to use.
"Don't you want to know what I'm wearing?" she asked a paparrazzi who was trying to get back to interviewing Eridia. She grabbed them and brought them close and whispered in their ear. Their look of stunned shock was reward enough. Seeing them get hauled off outside the facility was also satisfying.
Voscil is attacking the Paparazzi! HP: 16/20 Power: Novice Agility - Style B - Used!
DMG: (6 Psionic +1 WPN DMG) = 7 DMG!
For good measures, Voscil had decided to have a little fun with the crew of crazed trolls and their cameras. Looking around, she tried to zap the nearest troll to her. When that didn't work, she followed it up with a quick dash..propelling herself to plant a shoe on sometroll's head as they began to snap rapid shots, the flash contributing to her initial miss. She bounced around then, scanning the area trying to get a feel for if she recognized any of the trolls around her. This was more or less chaos in it's purest form, which she found in that moment utterly wonderful.
Grinning childishly the yellowblood raised a brow as if she hadn't done anything flashy in the slightest.
Even as he tried to go off in a huff, Reemus's efforts were thwarted. He was a big dude, yet some press troll managed to tackle him to the ground and start going off about something or other. Reemus, like before, just wanted some peace and quiet. He immediately started to squirm, then as soon as he could, desperately punched at the troll.
They had admittedly lost a few teeth before they got distracted by a fluffy purring creature nearby. Reemus was astounded by that amount of grit, but not enough to give him pause; as soon as he could wiggle away, he clobbered them one last time for good measure.
However.
Reemus had to look up; someone was speeding about nearby. Now, how many trolls did that? "Sparky?" he called out, cleared his throat, called louder, "Eyy, Sparky, that you?"
When had she gotten into the battle? Had she seen what had happen to him, or what that other troll did to him? Thinking about it, now he kind of just wanted to hide. Just in case. He wouldn't know what to tell her. Heck, he didn't even know if it was anything to be mad about. He started wringing his hands. It was such a bad time to think and feel things...
Voscil is attacking the Paparazzi! HP:11/20 DMG: (3+1 WPN DMG)= 4 DMG
Voscil had dealt with one idiot bothering her, only to have an entirely new problem. All in all she wasn't really thinking about much other then handling the mess of trolls acting like glamor hungry psychopaths. She was surrounded. Frustrated as all hell, she'd just been trying to find a certain someone...unaware of the melodrama concerning him as her attention was focused on the problem at hand. She'd joined the fray late, but was determined to make up for lost time.
Just as she turned her head at the sound of a familiar voice, her expression brightened. While the name Sparky wasn't her own, she knew well enough to respond to it. "Hey!! There you are Toothy---A-AH WHAT??!" She shrieked in dismay as bright strobing lights went off. She'd just been about to dash for him, even reaching a hand out as if to wave him down.
If she'd been blinded before..this was only worse. She was tackled for a second time, this time even harder then before. Some troll was pulling, tugging at her hat and hair asking who did her hair of all things. The athletic troll had been excited initially by all the glamor and noisy activity but this was all too close for comfort. "Hey! GET OFF!" She yelled, a threatening zap sound coming from the yellowblood. She began kicking a shoe out at them, more or less throwing a fit as she was manhandled.
Polair is too busy freaking out fighting the Paparazzi!!!
Battle Stats
HP: 21/40
Polair clumsily stood up, using the wall as support and tried her best to walk away from all of this. She took a deep breath and took a few steps forward just be blinded and tackled once more by the paparazzis. Only this time, when she looked up, the bright flashes, she could still see them. The light gradually started to overwhelm her eyes and she saw one bright spot, that turned into many afterwards. Her vision started to dim, black spots covered her vision and that's when Polair lost it. She struggled underneath them and somehow managed to kick them away. "C... Claud." She called out, breathing heavily while she laid on the floor, trying to reach for him. She was attached to him yes, but she never showed signs of attachment as she felt it was unnecessary. She didn't have the need to show off how much she loved him and never used labels as father or dad but now...
"D-Dad." She merely whimpered as she blinked and was no longer able to see anything. "Dad." She said firmer, gulping hard as she looked around, but saw nothing but darkness. The second time she got Claud's attention, but before he carried her away, he noticed her eyes were strange. Was she... blind? He nuzzled her face, trying to calm Polair down. Only to fail as she had started to cry.
"Dad... Dad... D-dad..."She stuttered, feeling her tears trail down her cheeks. "I-I can't see..." She choked out."I... I-I can't see..." She said a littler louder than intended, putting both hands on her head-- clawing at her skin.
"I can't see! I can't see!" She screamed. "I can't see! I can't! I CAN'T SEE!"Claud didn't know what to do except charge at the group of paparazzis who were responsable for this.
"Sparky!" He smiled despite himself. Reemus hadn't seen her for a while- he'd missed her. Maybe they could get out of here together, hang out on someone's balcony or something. The large yellowblood started over Voscil's way, but stopped and let his face fall in horror. The press was relentless.
"Hey!" Reemus broke into a run. "Hey!"
A whole cluster of trolls had surrounded Voscil like a moat. He pushed and he pushed, but there was no way in. Reemus stepped back, whimpering. They were like a solid wall. He looked around, trying to figure out what to do. The paparazzi kept screaming for the same things, over and over. Even Reemus found himself starting to catch on a little.
"'Ey!" he called one last time. "You blokes want an exclusive? This way!" He didn't even know what those words meant, really, but they slowly stopped attacking Voscil, and eventually clamored around him. He moved away, they followed. But at a respectful distance. Reemus blinked, but realized: if they were following him...maybe he could do something!
"Yeh, yeh, this way. Turn off the flash, though!" he ordered with a jab of his finger. Toothy was in control of the situation. He padded off, the press following him. Then, as soon as he led them out the door, he pushed himself back through them and locked them out.
"Ace," he muttered to himself with a wipe of his brow. Reemus let himself sag, then straightened back up. Right. Voscil.
Trying to feel somewhat accomplished, he returned to his friend at only a slightly rushed pace. "Sparky! Sparks! Are ya okay?" he asked as he got closer, then tried to pull her up into a hug. As soon as he could, Reemus started checking her for injuries and nuzzled into her, whimpering despite himself.
Eridia is too busy posing for a picture fighting the Paparazzi!!!
Battle Stats
HP: 13/20 +10 HP from Psykgi Military Grade Emei Daggers +1 Novice Support artifact, style B: 1/1
1d4. On a 1, 2 or 3, heal another troll by a quarter of their max hp, on a 4 heal them by their max hp 1x per battle
These people were already getting on her nerves. Eridia took a swing on them, slashing their cameras as they tried to approach her. it didn't take long for them to be more rougher on her. One of the paparazzis decided to tackle Eridia as she tried to get them out. The way the shouted about their zine annoyed her, she was already tired of the flashing lights and the attention and coming from someone who adores getting noticed-- This was really bad.
Struggling with the troll on her Eridia managed to get their attention by pointing at a purrbeast on a high shelf. And as they turned around, the lavenderblood slammed a garbage can over them, pushed them down and with a evil smile she rolled them away.
She laughed over this, and used the walls to keep herself up. It was a matter of time her body gave in to all of this. Then Psykgi showed up as the next wave approached, whispering sweet nothings as far as Eridia could tell. She wasn't actually sure, she didn't have enough energy to listen. Yet whatever ploy she had in her head, it was working. The media seemed interested not only because she was seen with Lorata, because they saw her with Psygki as well. And that could stir up some gossip.
"You're doing this on purpose aren't you..."She whispered back with a chuckle, yet didn't push her away since she felt so weak."I'll get even... Just. Watch."
Eridia is too busy posing for a picture fighting the Paparazzi!!!
Battle Stats
HP: 9/20 help Military Grade Emei Daggers +1 Novice Support artifact, style B: 1/1
1d4. On a 1, 2 or 3, heal another troll by a quarter of their max hp, on a 4 heal them by their max hp 1x per battle
What was the best was to get even? Spreading rumors. And what better way than telling the paparazzi slanderous ones she comes up with? So she stole the limelight again as she captured the press's attention by luring them with a special gossip. Of course her news were obnoxious lies about the redblood. She even told them she had given her a scar in a completely different scenario were Eridia played the victim. The real scar gave her comments credibility and perhaps gave the paparazzis a better shot of her. Yet her plan didn't go as smoothly as more and more trolls approached her.
Eridia is too busy posing for a picture fighting the Paparazzi!!!
Battle Stats
HP: 9/20 help Military Grade Emei Daggers +1 Novice Support artifact, style B: 1/1
1d4. On a 1, 2 or 3, heal another troll by a quarter of their max hp, on a 4 heal them by their max hp 1x per battle
Again, another paparazzi decided to tackle her and get an exclusive. This was just ridiculous. This was getting tiring and ridiculous. She she tried to distract them again with the same purrbeast and threw a trash can over them as she made her swift escape. It was a good thing this place had plenty of things and trolls that could be used as weapons and distractors. She had another plan in mind though, as she heard more rumors about her. The highblood took on of the paparazzis by their arm and shoved them into a corner with force.
Eridia is too busy posing for a picture fighting the Paparazzi!!!
Battle Stats
HP: 5/20 help Military Grade Emei Daggers +1 Novice Support artifact, style B: 1/1
1d4. On a 1, 2 or 3, heal another troll by a quarter of their max hp, on a 4 heal them by their max hp 1x per battle
Why were these paparazzis so interested in a nerd competition? Sure they were looking hot, sure it was sciency enough but damn. They had to give it up! Eridia cracked her knuckles and slammed her elbow on a troll's face as hard as she could, dumping their sad body into the nearest trash can before more paparazzis followed her.
Polair is too busy crying fighting the Paparazzi!!!
Battle Stats
HP: 16/40
Claud had to think of a way to calm Polair down. Though thinking isn't his best trait. So he decided to talk to her after he pounced on yet another camera. He approached his charged as he saw the weirdness of her eyes gradually fade. He growled, was she being obnoxious? Sure the flashes were threatening, not to mention the cameras, but cry about it? Hadn't he raised her right?
She had to know it was temporary, clearly Polair hadn't studied as much as he expected. She was always off, losing time with obnoxious lowbloods. The seabear rolled her over forcing her to sit down. Oh, if she wanted a reason to cry, he'll give her one.
