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[and be blue]

He'd been frozen, and again he was shaken out of it: left blinking, dazed and lost, driven to the ground and trying to figure out exactly how he'd gotten there. Only as the world came back into focus would he see Rep -- or something like Rep, perhaps -- sliding past, axe still in hand.

He recognized the axe anyway.

And the hair.

With a yelp, now he could move, scrambling to get his weapon and out of the line of fire. So long as he wasn't attacking, maybe no one else would come after him, either.

OOC

Name of character: Ever Ambrodiel
Faction: Hunter
HP: 19/40
Abilities: Loyal to Deus [+1 to counter every time I miss, at +5 add +5 to HP]
BOSS HP REMAINING: ????
DAMAGE DONE TO: 4 on MEDEA

Weapon Counter: |||
Damage dealt: 4/20

baneful

 

[Toshihiko Two]

He felt the bite of the short sword against his back, and there was nobody to deflect it.

He raised B0nez again, and sunk him back into the energy.

He couldn't see, wasn't thinking. His chest heaved with emotion. "I'll kill you, I'll ********, k-kill..."

Uhhh, I'm thinking, maybe we should pull back, because like, you know this stuff is kind of heavy and uh-

Harrison twisted the blade.

B0nez shrieked. The power erupted up his arms, coating him and strangling him, until it ebbed away again.

What was left over a dark, slim figure in worn armor and black robes. A well-cared for set of leather wings, also black, rested on his shoulders. His hands were gloved, and settled in each fist was a sickle. He turned towards Dakota with a grave expression, but did not speak, mouth set in a thin line.

OOC

Name of character: Harrison
Faction: Deus HORSEMEN
HP: 38/60
ATTACKING: Medea yo
Damage done to Boss: 12
TOTAL: 22 ..... transformation sequence ok

Death horsemen with dual sickles.

 

[lizbot]

"We're supposed to be stronger than this." And it was her own voice that always hurt the deepest. It was taking form more and more often lately and America, who'd built herself up around loving herself, loving every ******** bit of who she was (because if she didn't who else would?) didn't know if it was just the manner of work they did or if it meant something was changing in her.

"Why are you holding back?" Mocking, the shadowy form steps closer, reaching out, "This is not who we are. We are powerful. We are gods."

She is swallowed. She rises once more because that's what she does.

The horseman of Conquest turned gleaming eyes toward those who dared to attack what was hers to protect and launched herself at such an unworthy one. Lashing out at the woman, she shouted, "Kneel!"

Quote:

Name of character: America Jones
Faction: Deus - Moon Intermediate Currently Conquest Horseman
HP: 8/50
Charge: 1/3
Target: Cee ~ SORRY GURL
Dmg: 9

iloveyoudie

 

[Lilwolfpard]

(Entering)

Stepping through the portal what met him on the other side, was pretty much what he expected.

What he did not expect though, was the sudden shift from his Queen self to his true self. In the blink of an eye he was the violet queen, and then he was back to being normal. He groaned, the abrupt shift in his mental self making im dizzy and slightly nauseated.

Opening one eye, he soon took in what was going on around him, and gasped. Well, he could never say things were not interesting.

OOC

Name of character: Remi
Faction: Amity - Y3 (Dice: 2d12-6)
HP: 50/50
DAMAGE DONE TO:
DMG:

 

[kuropeco]

(hello ignore this post)  

[Molten Tigrex]

Aymet was surprisingly unfazed by the chaos that preceded the priestess. Perhaps it cast the horsemen-esque spiral mark of his left eye and the gleaming blue distortion crystal in his gauntlet into a worse (or maybe just reddish) light. He certainly wasn't about to make himself an enemy of Medea now. If anything, he rather admired her methods.

Instead, he swept through the sea of warring bodies, horsemen, hunter, and Halloween all cast in the same sickly red color until there was hardly a difference between them. The intoxicating power offered by the tower, and the influence of the dark crown, had not quite worn off. He felt invincible.

"Amrita." Not a yelp or a cry, merely an observation. She was safe, as she should be. He stepped closer, fanning his wings out like a whipcrack in an attempt to knock away any unfriendlies who had made the unfortunate mistake of fighting too close to them right then.

OOC

Name of character: Aymet
Faction: Halloween
HP: 50/50
Abilities: oh my god i don't even. 2d12?? battle cry? swift strikes? gambler's chance?
BOSS HP REMAINING: --
DAMAGE DONE TO: --
DAMAGE DONE: --

Enoh Love

I PROMISED

 

[kuropeco]

There was a terrible sense of satisfaction, watching all these humans turn into their proper race. Mengyao supposed that in spite of them not being actual Horsemen (they were too pathetic for that), he could overlook that for the moment and let them wreak havoc on each other and those that they cared about.

They could wake up and see what they had done to their own kind and realize that this was what they were doing to them, the Horsemen, the pride of all.

He saw her, across the field; a streak of black, and he made his way towards it, the sword swinging loosely in one hand. A look of amusement touched his lips - she was fighting another, her, perhaps, and a smile crept onto his face, his expression becoming something less calm and collected and more feral.

The sword flashed out towards her, aiming for her torso.

OOC

Name of character: Mengyao Miao
Faction: Elder Horseman of Conquest
HP: 50 / 50
Abilities: Insanity (-5 modifier) + 7 Kings (+1 attack)
DAMAGE DONE TO: Amrita
DAMAGE DONE: 7
BOSS HP REMAINING: N/A

enoh love

attacking amrita for 7

astraei

SINCE AYMET IS THERE

ol-j-man

SINCE MORT IS THERE

beejoux

SINCE YAYA IS THERE

 

[prolixity]

As he approached Medea, the pendulum swung again, his other becoming, once again, a set of dreamlike memories and personality that weren't quite his. He staggered a step, putting his free hand to his head dizzily; his clothes had returned to normal, and Ferros was no longer chased in gold. Who were they? Were they the right ones this time? Could he even define what made him the "right one?"

Medea had become distorted, no longer Horseman, warping the world around her with her very touch. Figures fought near her, some attacking her, some attacking each other, and Jordan had lost sight of his guys again in the dizzy confusion of returning to himself. Something like a wave of despair washed over him, staggeringly powerful, and he stood rooted for long awful moments, just staring at the creature that had once been Medea.

OOC

Name of character: Jordan
Faction: Deus Ex
HP: 55/60
BOSS HP REMAINING: ???
DAMAGE DONE TO: Medea: -
Cumulative damage done: -


Currently dressed in a well-tailored suit with a sapphire tie pin.

 

[Pixie Nyxie]

Night knew the minute Aymet stepped on the field, he jumped from his little bodies chair and waved at the dragon who had joined Amrita's side.

"AYMET, AYMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET." Night waved his hands back and forward, and if the dragon looked over at the black cat, he was pointing at the bodies of Cami and Maebe and then giving Aymet and Amrita pair a thumbs up!

OOC

Name of character: Nightengale XIII
Faction: Y3 Student - Black Cat Ghost
HP: 26 / 50
DAMAGE: NA
TARGET: NA
Abilities:Loyal to self - Black Kingdom - Black Merlin Seed

AstaraeI

Enoh Love

 

[Magician Arcana]

Swing and a complete miss.
Literally.
Complete miss.
Not even a graze on Medea.

OOC

Name of character: Alexis Zephyr
Faction: Amityville
HP: 40/40
DAMAGE DONE TO: BOSS
TOTAL DAMAGE: 7

Alexis is a harpy, a dork, and has a natural ability to turn to wind and fly around.

 

[and be blue]

Overlooked for just long enough, Ever scrambled, rooting around in his pockets for the supplies that had been given to him; not an emergency, yet, but he'd waited for an emergency last time and it hadn't served him well. Awkward and fumbling, he slapped on his runic bandages and watched the maybe-Rep through the crowd, head spinning.

Allies to enemies? What had he even done?

He stood, slowly and awkwardly, to take in the chaos.

OOC

Name of character: Ever Ambrodiel
Faction: Hunter
HP: 28/40
Abilities: Loyal to Deus [+1 to counter every time I miss, at +5 add +5 to HP]
BOSS HP REMAINING: ????
DAMAGE DONE TO: XXX

Weapon Counter: |||
Damage dealt: 4/20

 

[MoonKitsune]

Melvin stared at Rep and Harrison, who had seemed indifferent to Rin's condition. Rep was somber, but he regarded the fallen woman as if was the least of his concerns, and simply said she was dead.

For someone who had had been in battles before and works in the Life Infirmary ward nearly daily, this statement almost seemed a new concept for him, and he looked down at Rin – and instantly denied that possibility.

"You aren't helping? Why aren't you helping her?! She's going t-" He didn't finish that train of thought despite Rep already saying it. To him, possibility still existed. If he lived in a world where guns could talk, where the horsemen were just feet away from him, and he could go to other worlds and live as other people, then saving Rin was in that category of possible. There was magic and ghosts and death personalities in this world. Couldn't magic healing be possible as well?

He turned to Harrison who told her to keep her close, and Melvin did, and soon Harrison was guarding them. Rep on the other hand – changed.

But that was not his concern as the other man raced off. The world was strange and twisting. It was like a dream after taking heavy sinus medication, and it all turned and morphed in some fake structure of reality and it helped Melvin. It helped him start to think that maybe he was in a different place and time, and this wasn't real. Yet, while he tried to submerge himself in that comforting thought, he still felt the panic and urgency to help Rin despite it.

Shaking, he held her open chest in place, speaking to her and shaking his head. "Nonono no no. No no no no no. It's okay. It's okay, Rin. We'll get you to the Infirmary. Just make it to the portal. Help will come." Help always came. A portal was always there waiting for them in the end.

He reached out, picking Saliva off the ground and, shaking, rose his gun to the one woman who had done this to Rin. "Just keep hanging on, Rin. Just stay with me." He continued, and just as he focused his gave on Medea, he felt himself pale at the sheer power of her.

Quote:

Name of character: Melvin Wood
Faction: Deus - Life Intermediate
HP: 40/50
Charge: /3
Target: Medea
Dmg: 0 - Immoblized

 

[Lilwolfpard]

Remi was scanning the field when he caught sight of a familiar group of students, a smile turning on the corners of his lips. Amrita, Aymet, Night, Mort... and one female he actually didn't know.

He started to move towards the group, when a flash of gold caught his eye barreling towards one of them group

He didn't have time to reach them, even a warning call would have not made it in time over the sounds of the battle raging around them. His actions were quick and decisive, as he made a move to attack the golden clad individual whom chose to try and spear one of his friends.

Even though his claws clanged off the others way-too-shiny armor, that is.

OOC

Name of character: Remi
Faction: Amity - Y3 (Dice: 2d12-6)
HP: 50/50
DAMAGE DONE TO: Mengyao
DMG: 3

kuroopu

Attacking meng for 3 DMG

nystsukimoon

enoh love

astraei

ol-j-man

beejoux

 

[Seiana_ZI]

It was okay that Piper and Brenley were lacking in bravado. Frankly, Ignatius had enough for both of them... And himself.

That was probably where the reckless problem came in.

Ignatius offered a supportive squeeze to Piper's hand anyway, looking ahead to the swirling chaos in front of them. He wasn't entirely sure he understood what was going on here himself, except for some horseman woman going completely psycho, but maybe that was all he really did need to understand. What mattered was the fact she said their time was over.

Nuh-uh.

"The way I see it, psycho woman over there thinks she can kill us with all that 'your time is over' babble. I say we stab her in the face."

Easier said than done, of course, especially for a puny first year student. He didn't seem to be acknowledging that part.

OOC

Name of character: Ignatius
Faction: Amityville
HP: 30/30
Target: nope
Damage: (0/20)
Bonus: Amityville - Rally, Dice Upgrade (2d» - 6)


FYI: AMA Thread

Smerdle

don't worry about it <33 also Ignatius says he ain't taking Bren's woman okay

Ol-j-man