"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." Age: 17 | Height: 4'11" Magi Trabia cadet/seeD candidate; G 1209 Gil | HP 200 | MP 24 Weapon: Staff (3); 1+ Adept Companion: N/A *:Arcana:* *:Maiden's Kiss:* *:Angel's Wings:* *:Holy Charm:*
Everything was moving slow and steady or sluggish in Tenaj's opinion. The quartet were beginning to find their rhythm. Their boy wonder commenced with administering physical attacks while the instructor and the magi supported the power inclined. The woman's eyes strayed on the slender back of the perceived weakling, sensing the grace and control of a woman of her own confidence level. The quiet traits seemed to be a facade concocted to interrupt the guards of Senna's enemies and allies... Blue slime striking out for Instructor Alistair negated the magi's temporary speculation.
"Cure," she chanted, her body generating the magic to leak from the conduit to envelope the blond man in its blessing. Her sea-green hair flew in her eyes as she swayed slightly to protect herself after being wide open after helping Seymour in his recovery.
*:Arcana:* Magi have a natural affinity for the use of magic, and do not need to draw it artificially. They summon the heavens and hells to their whim. Weapon damage is not factored into magic damage.
--Cure - Restores a minor amount (2xA) of HP on one target. Deals damage (3xPOW) to Undead enemies. Costs 6 Mana.
Phantasm CD = 1 Pistol-whipped Painter's Peculation Peaceful Means N/A
Rory noticed that the Flan seemed to be targeting their team leader and was immediately curious as to why. Could they somehow tell that he was in charge? Or that he was the strongest of their party? It would be unusual, Flan were not particularly known for their intelligence. Fortunately, with Cadet Tenaj temporarily on their team, it seemed she could provide enough healing power to help them hold out. Rory wondered if she knew any specifically offensive spells as well, considering Flan were far weaker against magic attacks than they were against physical.
"Phantasm..." Rory muttered, spinning his Beretta again and channeling his mana between his hands to generate an identical phantom weapon. Finally, with a flourish, he fired on the Flan.
He was running low on mana, he'd only be able to use Phantasm once more if he didn't attempt to use Peculation in his next attack... although there was certainly the chance that it would prove relatively useless. At the very least he could confuse the Flan a little and perhaps make then more vulnerable to his teammates' attacks.
Translations: N/A Non-uniform Attire: rorys bling Out Of Cartridges:
*razzhantasm:* 1 turn/post CD costs 5 mana Rory spins his Beretta in his hand (like quick-draw cowboys in Western flicks) and passes it back and forth between his hands, giving the illusion that he has two spinning guns. When he fires the opponent cannot tell which is the real gun, dealing additional damage 5x(DEX). (cannot be blocked unless opponent has higher (ALA) than user)
Flan 1 negates 10 damage from Rory's attack! Flan 1 takes 30 damage! Flan 1 shudders... Flan 1 is too afraid to attack!
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Blue Flan 2 HP ?? Draw: Shell
Flan 2 hits Seymour, dealing 25 damage!
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Blue Flan 3 HP ?? Draw: Shell
Flan 3 spits goo at Neva, dealing 27 Damage!
Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2013 7:55 am
Instructor Seymour Alistair
"One must earn respect; none are entitled to it." Age: 25 | Height: 5'11" Technic Balamb SeeD Instructor ; F 1865 Gil | HP 150 | MP 15 Weapon: Claymore (5) +1DEF Companion: n/a *:Judgement:* *:Brimhazzard:* *:Omni-Tool:* *:Rush Dynamo:*
The instructor was getting very annoyed with these little buggers, and they hurt like hell, he could feel the ooze sinking in through his clothes and it felt like someone gave him a really, really hard Indian burn. "Ok, I seriously thought they would be far less of a challange." He decided he was in the game this time, no standing around. He attacked the flan with Judgement, following up real quick with Brim Hazzard. But he had the strange feeling he wasn't doing much damage at all.
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Heals for 12 hp = 144 Damaged for 19 hp =125
Hp 125/150 Mp 11/15
5+6=11+8+8= 27 total damage dealt to FLAN 1
*:Judgement:* Costs 2 MP 2 post CD Swings sword in a diagonal circle towards target. Though the swing itself is slow, an energy 'ghost sword' follows the movement, spinning twice as fast as the Claymore. Impacting the target will deal physical damage, and knock down the target. 4x(ALA) in additional damage.
*:Brimhazzard:* Costs 2 MP 1 post CD In a diagonal upward circle slash knocks opponent into the air, followed by a slash downwards to slam them back into the ground. 4x(ALA) in additional damage.
(OOC: WHy don't we add a post order for this. So it will lessen waiting time. Official post order is: MONSTERS, Seymour, Senna, Rory, Neva)
Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 4:53 pm
Senna Lloyd "The worse loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself." Age: 17 | Height: 5'4" Sentinel Balamb cadet/SeeD candidate; G 1497 Gil | HP 104 | MP 5 Weapon: Gloves (3) +1 Dmg Companion: N/A *biggrinraw Magic:* *:Steel Pressure:* *:Iron Resolve:* *:Metal Moon:*
Tenaj's wounded swear rung out near the blonde with the flans dealing their physical damage. The first flan appeared on its last limbs while the second and third functioned as if little damage triggered their demise. Seymour and Rory are the main ones administering hits. 'G-gross! I don't want to punch them!' A stroke of feminity wormed anxiety through the fighter who swallowed hard in the seconds she hunted for the tomboy flare she idolized.
Senna dashed forward at Flan 2. Her elbow extended back with trained precision and flew against the gelatin body of the translucent creature. Her blue eyes glittered in anguish and amusement as the liquid-solid spread against her gloved fingers. Gulping a disgusted moan, she jumped back to her place, standing in front of the magi who may not be able to protect herself. "E-ewww!!!" The reserved girl squealed the remains of her hit seeping against her left hand. She never imagined the feeling to be so...vile! Rapidly, the pig-tailed blonde shook her used hand omitting the thought to wipe the aftermath on her school uniform.
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Senna Lloyd hp: 104/150 Mp: 5/10 Base Weapon Dmg: 3 + 1 Adept: 5 Effects: Iron Resolve: Active til end of battle or ko'd (increases POW by (3 +1.5) Draw Magic: 2/3 Metal Moon inability: 4 turns til usable
Phantasm CD = 1 Pistol-whipped Painter's Peculation Peaceful Means N/A
"This is getting properly ridiculous," Rory muttered to himself, wondering why the Flan seemed so interested in attacking their team leader and Cadet Tenaj. Seymour was clearly a technic like himself and held no threat the way a magi would... Neva, he couldn't be sure yet. Not that he particularly wanted to take any hits, the thought of making further physical contact with the gelatinous beasts was disgruntling to say the least, nauseating moreover.
However... with Phantasm and Peaceful Means out of the question, it seemed he didn't have much of a choice. And he was running awfully low on mana; Rory could felt the sense of emptiness and vacancy that weighed heavily on his very essence, his soul. He would have to attempt to make an attempt against one of the monstrosities before he got too low.
Rory quickly disengaged the bullet cartridge from its chain around his neck and twisted the cap at the rear of the metal casing. He quickly tossed the contents, flash gunpowder, at the Flan and snapped his fingers. The release of a small amount of mana was all it took to ignite the powder and fill the air around the Flan with heavy perfumed smoke and a bang.
Flexing his fingers, Rory ducked into the purple-hued shroud, holding his breath and steeling himself for the inevitable. The moment his hands made contact with the slimy, squishy, amorphous blob, Rory plunged in a hand and grasped a handful of what the creature might call its innards... If it has any...
Translations: N/A Non-uniform Attire: rorys bling Out Of Cartridges:
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HP 150/150 | MP 2/15
Weapon Damage: 0 Adept: 8 Special: 2x(A) Total Damage Dealt: 16 All Flan experience decreased [-1] ALA, ACU, CON for 4 turns. Rory steals the difference between his and his opponent's MP in mana + the difference between his and his opponent's DEX in Gil.
*razzainter's Peculation:* 2 turn/post CD costs 3 mana Rory spills flash powder from a bullet shell in a tattoo on the ground and ignites it, causing heavy smoke. In the confusion he steals the difference between his and his opponent's MP (when full) in mana + the difference between his and his opponent's (DEX) in Gil. Deals damage 2x(Adept), but does not deal WD! Smoke causes opponent to experience decreased [-1] stats ALA, ACU, CON. In team battles, decreased stats applies to all opponents. Lasts for 4 turns/posts. note: this applies after the attack is complete, so has no influence on the following... If opponent's (ALA) + (ACU) is higher than user's (ALA) + (ACU), the opponent can smack user's sticky-finger hands and user loses 2x opponent(POW) in HP.
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Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2013 11:51 am
Neva Roen Tenaj
"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." Age: 17 | Height: 4'11" Magi Trabia cadet/seeD candidate; G 1209 Gil | HP 200 | MP 24 Weapon: Staff (3); 1+ Adept Companion: N/A *:Arcana:* *:Maiden's Kiss:* *:Angel's Wings:* *:Holy Charm:*
Everything was moving slow and steady or sluggish in Tenaj's opinion. The quartet were beginning to find their rhythm. Her thoughts quoted her mother's statements about time prevailing for the greatest of warriors, and she smiled on the inside. The sea-green haired magi's gratitude was zapped in a blur of tentacles slapping against her clothed skin like salt and ice burning her mark-less flesh. Tenaj exclaimed, wincing and clenching her teeth from the pain of the unsuspecting attack. Her frame stung from the slimey b*****d's reign; and like an anarchist, she would not stand for these monsters to get the best of them.
Tenaj adjusted her gripping of her staff and pried apart her narrowed eyes as Senna's whining lured her to notice the girl defending her from any incoming attacks. Fixing her stance, she inhaled lightly and concentrated--holy essence of mana flowed through her body, enveloping her in the glorious wings, then swam from her veins into the weapon conduit. The jewel standing out in the staff's design flashed in a faint white light. "Angel Wings!" Within milliseconds, the surrounding circle of combat was encircled in its purity before dissipating as swiftly as the magic was conjured. The magic user's curls fluttered from the protective wind twisting at her feet and smiled pleasantly at the after-effects of her summoning. Already, the teen's vitality resumed to conquer the odds, her immune system stronger against the remaining trails which may transform the battle into one of her enemies' favor. With luck, the flans should have their defenses halved by her spell and unable to see while her allies's defense increased by half of what they currently are now. Everything lasted for a limited amount of time. Hopefully, the group can move ahead in a few more attacks.
All allies' defense is increased by half for three turns. All allies are immune to poison, blind, and paralysis for three turns.
If enemy's base defense is less than 7x4 (24), their defense is halved and blindness is cast.
*:Angel's Wings:*
The jewel on Tenaj's staff glows a faint white before softly shifting brighter and brighter. Dove-light feathers swirl up in a torrent from the feet of her allies, granting a majestic aura that increases Ally defense increased by 50%, and grants immunity to status ailments such as posion, blind/darkness, and paralysis for 3 turns. If the enemy's base defense is less than Tenaj's (A)x4, their defense is halved and foes will be blinded for 4 turns. Costs 15 Mana/MP CD 4 Posts
Nauscica
(Whoever is after me, please quote me. If you don't, I'll forget to reply.)
"One must earn respect; none are entitled to it." Age: 25 | Height: 5'11" Technic Balamb SeeD Instructor ; F 1865 Gil | HP 150 | MP 15 Weapon: Claymore (5) +1DEF Companion: n/a *:Judgement:* *:Brimhazzard:* *:Omni-Tool:* *:Rush Dynamo:*
Though he didn't like to admit it, their little contingent needed help, and the proper kind of help. Sure they were doing damage, but at a frustratingly slow pace. He couldn't think of how to move it any faster either, none of them had attack magic. The flan had begun doing some real damage to him, he felt like they targeted him because of his good looks they were so jealous of, either way better him then them. With a swift dash at the flan, he proceeded to dice them up with Rush Dynamo. "Might need to call for some back up." He mumbled, but they would have heard him.
Rise of a True Phoenix
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Damage dealt: 5+6=11+3(6)=29 to FLAN 1
*Angel's Wings, cast by Tenaj Defense increased by 2, granted immunity to posion, blind/darkness, and paralysis for 3 turns.
Defense: 4(+1) + 2*
(( i really want to buff my character now xD)) BrimHazard on cool down (1/1) Judgement on cooldown (2/2)
*:Rush Dynamo:* COSTS 3 MP 4 turn CD Seymour rushes towards the enemy doing a series of slashes from one side then the other into a diagonal circle slash, using the claymore as leverage to launch himself at the target into a front flip. Then, slamming the sword down on the enemy, he back flips off the target in a final upward swing, landing back into starting position. Does 3x(DEX) in additional damage .
Peyton Deuil Wright "Unwavering should be your conviction. Forge it with courage, temper it with retribution, and it will create a blade firmer than any steel." Age: 16 | Height: 5'6" Technic Galbadia Garden SeeD Candidate; G 1000 Gil | HP 200 | MP 20 Weapon: Katana (4) +1DEF Companion: N/A *:Omni-Tool:* *:Ancient Way:* *:Meridian:* *biggriniable Manière:*
"Who says the past can no longer teach us?" As though on cue a stranger jumps over the car blocking the way and charges at the Flan party. He lands on Flan 3, using the thrusters in his K.A.T. boots to shove it back twenty feet. The black haired leather clad young man uses the thruster once more to super jump vertically towards Flan 2. Pulling his blade from his sheath at the last second and slices through Flan 2 in an array of clean slashes and slices. Straightening himself as he lands, his boots making a squeak on the ground as he comes to a stop. Standing in a enigmatic manner, he speaks just above a whisper, "Nothing is certain, but death." He Finishes sheathing his blade and as the sword closes into its sheath with a 'click', the built up energy explodes out from Flan 2. His sunglasses obscure his eyes. "You lot look like you need a bit of help..."
Knock back - Throws an opponent backwards a number of feet equal to DEX x5 Sentinels and Magi sacrifice their attack action to cause knockback. Technics may sacrifice a use of Super Jump to cause knock back while still performing an attack action.
*:Omni-Tool:* Class Specific Special Attack Tool starts off orange in color ::--K.A.T (Kinetic Activity Transfer) Boots COSTS 0 MP Utility, changes tool to purple color
Active - Super Jump 1 turn CD Allows the technic to 'super jump' twice in a row. If jumping off an enemy you deal 2x(A) additional damage. Technic can spend a super jump to cause knock back effect.
*:Ancient Way:* "Who says the past can no longer teach us?"
By utilizing knowledge of Iado, the art of the swiftly drawn blade, Peyton unsheathes his katana while in the same motion doing a series of slashes at the target. After which he cleans his blade and returns it in a fluid motion to its sheath.
Close range: Peyton will charge his opponents, seemingly blinking past them. The slashes do 3x(A) three times as he passes through his enemy, transferring energy into the target with each swing. Peyton says "Nothing is certain, but death." just before sheathing his blade, which activates the built up energy in an explosion that does 5x(A) physical damage to target. Doing it this way puts the skill on CD for 5 turns and costs 8 mana.
(ooc: Holy shiiiit!... o_o)
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 9:24 am
Senna Lloyd "The worse loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself." Age: 17 | Height: 5'4" Sentinel Balamb cadet/SeeD candidate; G 1497 Gil | HP 104 | MP 5 Weapon: Gloves (3) +1 Dmg Companion: N/A *biggrinraw Magic:* *:Steel Pressure:* *:Iron Resolve:* *:Metal Moon:*
Senna's muscles relaxed in relief; one of the flans finally ceased to exist after all their work. The sticky sensation in between her fingers dissipated after moments of her grossed out, fearful expression, and concentration replaced itself upon her visage. Her trained ears heard the sound of movement from the car and to observe the new-commer, the young woman scissored her body as a black clad figure leapt into the fray. Her naive heart thumped slightly in amusement and anxiety as the nameless person mowed down another flan and attacked the last of the remaining without breaking a sweat. She secretly questioned if her gloves license was her best weapon choice. Saving thinking about relying on an object to deal damage for her dorm room, the motive for the task replayed in her thoughts. They were protecting her hometown. There were flan still standing.
'Not anymore...' She thought, luring her eyes to leer at the third flan, imaging the lives it may have taken and the lives the squad protected. Her center found with overflowing resolve twisting the dial of her stoic action to aggression.
An uniform burst of air flooded from the teen's lungs as she rushed for the enemy, drawing her body forward with her risen speed. The blue of the flan's body flashed in her eyes as the young fighter's left fist was cast back to conserve power before flying forward at her charge's end, connecting her fist into the gel-based body. Senna briefly hopped five feet from her enemy before resuming the closeness with her fingertips poised at the enemy's liquid-solid frame. Fingers stiff with energy and strength focused on the mundane areas, the blonde punctured the creature in an immature speed before withdrawing herself from the situation, chest heaving heavily while she waited to see the outcome.
Base Weapon Dmg: 3 + 1 Adept: 7 Effects: Iron Resolve: Active til end of battle or ko'd (increases POW by (5 + 2.5) Draw Magic: 1/3 Metal Moon inability: 3 turns til usable Total Dmg: 14 + 16.5 =30.5 Rush: 7x2+ 5 + 7.5 = 16.5 Special Attack: 7x2=14
Rush - You can move double your speed in a single post, but special attacks and spells are disabled. You may make a regular attack at (Adeptx2) + WD while Rushing. Technics have the option of using a weak Pulsefire(2xA) during attack, but nothing else and may use a Super Jump to retreat up to their movement speed after a Rush.
*:Steel Pressure:* Senna's fingertips are the primary pieces used in this ability in which she targets ones' vital points (eyes, neck, arms, or torso) as she attacks causing a status effect and physical damage. (2xAdept) If the attack isn't a miss, effects contribute to the enemy as follows:
Depending on the rank of the enemy versus the user, the chance of any effects being achieved is less.
Cost 10% HP Effect 3 posts CD 3 posts Status ailments only effect humanoids. Can cause sleep, darkness, paralysis, or slow as well as lowering enemy defense by 10%.
Phantasm Pistol-whipped Painter's Peculation CD = 2 Peaceful Means N/A
Rory's fingers tingled as the amorphous blue blob he'd plunged his hands into began to dissipate, whatever energy that gave it life draining out of it around his long digits. It was a strange sickening feeling and the tall boy quickly decided that this was not something he wanted to do again. As the Flan pooled in dissolution, Rory stepped away, opening his hands to see what he'd managed to pilfer from the beastie.
"Four measly-- ah for crying out loud..." Rory groaned. He rolled his eyes and pocketed the small amount of gil he'd managed to procure from the gelatinous monster before its demise. On the positive side of things, it seemed that their efforts were finally beginning to show fruit as they now had one less opponent to contend with. But, since both the girls' magic seemed geared more towards support, they couldn't hope to make any real headway fast - and things certainly weren't looking good if they met with this kind of opposition every step of the way.
Man I wish Amelia were out here... then at last I'd have something pleasant to break up this misery. His reverie was interrupted by the new figure of a shorter boy clad in leather and wielding a katana. There was something oddly familiar about him, but Rory couldn't exactly place it... it was similar to his recognition of Azazel; the tall brunet figured he must also have been from one of the other Gardens... Or he's just some random civilian that happens to have a familiar face... who doesn't look familiar in sunglasses...? He certainly wasn't wearing the uniform of either Galbadia or Trabia... However, he did seem to be dealing a fair amount of damage to the remaining Flan. Cocky b*****d, Rory thought with a smirk, shaking the remaining slime from his fingers before drawing his Beretta again.
He saw Cadet Lloyd moving in for another attack and waited for her to clear before he attacked again. Phantasm it would be, although he hoped he could deal a successful amount of damage... he was going to be painfully exhausted of mana after this attack since the Flan he'd stolen from and killed had only offered a small portion of what he'd been hoping.
Rory channeled most of his remaining mana into his hands and spun his weapon back and forth, around and around, juggling two identical pistols, one phantom and one real, after the blink of an eye. "Phantasm," the boy whispered before raising both guns in a flourish and firing on the Flan that had been spared sword strokes from the new boy.
Translations: N/A Non-uniform Attire: rorys bling Out Of Cartridges:
Peculation allows Rory to steal 4 mana and 20 gil from Flan! All Flan experience decreased [-1] ALA, ACU, CON for 3 turns! Rory's defense is increased by half for 2 more turns, immune to poison/blind/paralysis for 2 more turns!
*razzhantasm:* 1 turn/post CD costs 5 mana Rory spins his Beretta in his hand (like quick-draw cowboys in Western flicks) and passes it back and forth between his hands, giving the illusion that he has two spinning guns. When he fires the opponent cannot tell which is the real gun, dealing additional damage 5x(DEX). (cannot be blocked unless opponent has higher (ALA) than user)
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Posted: Tue Aug 06, 2013 8:09 am
Rise of a True Phoenix
Peyton Deuil Wright "Unwavering should be your conviction. Forge it with courage, temper it with retribution, and it will create a blade firmer than any steel." Age: 16 | Height: 5'6" Technic Galbadia Garden SeeD Candidate; G 1060 Gil | HP 200 | MP 20 Weapon: Katana (4) +1DEF Companion: N/A *:Omni-Tool:* *:Ancient Way:* cd 5 *:Meridian:* *biggriniable Manière:*
Peyton turns to see a smaller girl rush into the fray, watching her fighting form as she attacked. She was so.... small, almost dainty. His attention went to the other female, the one with teal hair, he realized after a moment they had one too many on their squad. The gunshots brought his attention to Rory finally, whom seemed nearly out of mana energy. In a calm, collective manner he approaches the taller boy, his attention going to his omni-tool. It's holographric contruct centering around his arm, glowing a soft blue color. He raised his arm to the boy, stopping ten feet from him. "You shouldn't be frivilous with your energy usage. In a real fight you would regret such a mistake." He lectured as he restoredsome mana to Rory, soft blue orbs streaming through the air from the tool to the tall boy.
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HP 184/200 | MP 12/20
Weapon Damage: 4 Adept: 7 Base Damage: 11
Special Ability: Grants Rory 8 mana!
Total: no damage dealt To Flan 2 = To Flan 3 =
*:Omni-Tool:* Class Specific Special Attack Tool starts off orange in color
::--Mana Siphon Costs 0 MP Support, changes tool to blue color 1 turn CD Sacrifice 4x(CON) of your health points to grant half points in Mana points to ally or self.
(Ooc: yeah breaking post order but honestly the current order is not working out very well. Takes up a lot of time.)
