Trepe observed the effects magic has on the creatures and gave a curt nod. "Tilmitt, see how much damage they take from magic as opposed to physical attacks? This is why having at least one friend who can utilize magic or para-magic is important." Cracking her whip at the creature. "Honestly Lambard should have placed one such member in our squad." She says to Hector. "Just as well, we are managing."
Selfie shook her head at Selena, "Sometimes people just have to lighten up." What was it that was making the girl so venomous towards her, she didn't understand. She looked to Azazel, and giggled. "Yep! I make friends all over." When he was called away she gave a wave, "See ya soon!" Turning she jumped forward and flung her nunchaku at the Flan, jumping back to try to avoid getting hit by goo again. "Yeah, I see! Magic is pretty handy!"
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Hector hit a weak point! Flan 1 takes 30 magic damage! Flan 1 bubbles and melts into a thick slime.... Flan 1 is defeated!
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Blue Flan 2 HP ?? Draw: Shell
Flan 2's guard was down! Flan 2 took 11 damage from Harriet's attack! Flan 2 is ready for battle! Flan 2 Negates 10 of Quistis' attack! Flan 2 took 16 damage! Flan 2 Negates 6 of Selfie's attack! Flan 2 took 9 damage! Flan 2 is starting to Divide...!
Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 10:27 am
(OOC: WHy don't we add a post order for this. So it will lessen waiting time. Official post order is: MONSTERS/NPCs, Hector, Harriet. Since Azazel and Selena have moved on ahead they aren't included)
Age:19 | Height:6'1" Magi SeeD; F 2105 Gil | Hp:200 | Mp:15
▶ ▷ Don't get in my way of fulfilling my mission...◀ ◁ ▶ ▷...I just might have to kill you if you do... ◀ ◁ ▶ ▷ ...Because, making the world a better place is my job...◀ ◁
Weapon: Striking Pole (3) +1Adept Companion: n/a Abilities: *:Wilhelmine's Disks of Flame:* *:Arcana:* *:White Lightening:* *:Staff of a Thousand Flames:*
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Hector saw the first flan go down as the second second one started dividing. Damn...it's dividing the worst part about flan.. he thought, as he glanced over the other instructor was telling her cadet the effects of magic. "Hmm.." he mumbled, "My first attack took to much magic..I won't be able to stop it from dividing, get ready Harriet." He glanced over You two be prepared as well. he said, with a cold look on his face he was obviously not playing around anymore, it seemed as though he started getting even more serious. He stood straight up and began to walk towards the flan I'll distract it to keep it from dividing. You guys need to finish it off. he said as he stood no more than two feet from the flan. He got right in its face, so his face face was right next to the flan's and jabbed his pole right through its eye
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"Oh gross." Harriet muttered with a curled lip, tossing her head a little to reposition her platinum hair such that it didn't fall in her eyes as she grimaced at the puddle that remained of one of the Flan monsters. The oozing slime reminded her of what it looked like when her father tried to make oatmeal... except blue.
On the plus side, they were basically winning, a few more blows on the remaining Flan ought to tear it up. She felt re-energized at the prospect of using her favorite attack and hefted her Claymore overhead. Feeling the burn of its weight in her shoulders, she swung the great sword in and arc to the side only to bring it up again and curve the opposite direction, carving an infinity symbol in the air before her. She felt her mana coursing into the sword again and the great serpentine vortex began to spin before her. With a final turn, she slashed at the vortex, sending it hurtling towards the remaining Flan.
Translations: English translations: Non-uniform attire: duck jewels Out Of Chocobos: ...bleh, short
*:Blades of Glory:* 2 turn/post CD costs 1 mana Harriet spins her Claymore in a figure-8 around her body, blurring the image of the sword and creating a spinning helical vortex of kinetic energy shaped like a bright figure-8. She then sends the vortex at her opponent with a slash of her sword, dealing additional damage 3x(DEX).
The instructor stepped aside when Harriet sent her attack, taking a step forward towards the monster again and cracking her whip. "I don't think you would be able to distract it from doing its base instinct." She points out logically, "The best we can do is try to kill it quickly."
"Wait wait wait! Whats happening? Why is it doing that?! Dividing?... Like... making two?! Awwww man! We're almost done killing it!" She stepped forward to whack it after the others dealt their damage. "Come on and just die already! I want to be done with thiiiiiiis!"
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Age:19 | Height:6'1" Magi SeeD; F 2105 Gil | Hp:200 | Mp:15
▶ ▷ Don't get in my way of fulfilling my mission...◀ ◁ ▶ ▷...I just might have to kill you if you do... ◀ ◁ ▶ ▷ ...Because, making the world a better place is my job...◀ ◁
Weapon: Striking Pole (3) +1Adept Companion: n/a Abilities: *:Wilhelmine's Disks of Flame:* *:Arcana:* *:White Lightening:* *:Staff of a Thousand Flames:*
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Hector smirked "Insticts can be stopped" he paused to attack the Flan with a downwards strike to land the pole inside the flan and slammed it on the ground. Then looking back up [b"You have to try and daze it. Won't work all the time but you have that sixty percent chance of it doing so. he said looking at Harriet Now Harriet give it everything you have in your next attack! He said as he tried pulling his pole out. Tch, it's stuck. This Flan is to dense to pull my pole out, hopefully this interrupts it from dividing long enough to finish it off."Who would have thought that flan would be this difficult..well I mean I am the only Magi in here.. he thought shaking his head. Wile waiting for the rest to attack it
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Harriet's eyes rolled slowly back into her head for a moment before she cast a cold look at her team leader from beneath the platinum fringe covering half her face. Verdammt. That anorak thinks I've got anything of real use against these bludgers? I haven't taken even a few hits. Why doesn't he melt the monster with his magic? The sword wielder slashed her blade to the side, scraping the ground in frustration.
Bollocks, I can't even use two of my attacks with this kind of drivel. "Bout all I can do is hit the bludger or generate mana..." Harriet said just loud enough for the others to hear, her voice lined with sarcasm and irritation. Deciding she would save Blind Deference for if the thing didn't succumb on this next barrage, Harriet huffed and brought her Claymore down on the middle of the squirming blue blob, only just avoiding slicing through Warring's imbedded staff.
Knowing she'd probably barely scratched it unless it was on its last legs, she drew back quickly to clear the line of fire in case other of the members one the new team had anything useful to offer in the way of attacks. As she stepped away, Harriet let her Claymore drag across the floor out of the creature, trailing its slime like a luminescent snail.
Translations: verdammt ~ dagnamit English translations: anorak ~ bookworm, bludger ~ nuisance, bollocks ~ dagnamit Non-uniform attire: duck jewels Out Of Chocobos: sorry I took so long, I kept looking at the time post thinking that had been me that posted '^.^
Quistis looked to the cadet that finished off the Flan and gave a nod. "Good work." Returning her attention to Hector. "We were lucky you were a magi or this would have taken forever." She says as she wraps her whip up nicely and places it on the strap of her belt. "Now since that business is done, we can return to what we came here for..." She looks to Hector, "I assume you were sent here to aid us in finding the source of this infestation?"
Stared at the Flan as it melted into a pile of goo, kneeling down to poke it with her Nunchaku. "You know, this thing is pretty disgusting." She stated verbally, giving a look of disgust on her face. "What are these things made of anyway?"
Age:19 | Height:6'1" Magi SeeD; F 2105 Gil | Hp:200 | Mp:15
▶ ▷ Don't get in my way of fulfilling my mission...◀ ◁ ▶ ▷...I just might have to kill you if you do... ◀ ◁ ▶ ▷ ...Because, making the world a better place is my job...◀ ◁
Weapon: Striking Pole (3) +1Adept Companion: n/a Abilities: *:Wilhelmine's Disks of Flame:* *:Arcana:* *:White Lightening:* *:Staff of a Thousand Flames:*
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Hector stood up wiping the water like goo off of his rod with his handkerchief, then retracting it and storing it in his pocket. "Flan are all different, these flan here are Water Flan, do to the color." He said to Selfie as he walked over to Quistis. " That is correct, you see small flan like these tend to travel in groups of two or three. They also tend to travel with Dire Flan. Just the same as these two but morphed together to make a bigger flan. So my theory is that Dire Flan just wandered into the water system and made a nest somewhere.." He said as he paused looking at a sewer grate. "Hmm, does anyone by chance have a map of the town on them?" He asked the three girls around him.
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She turns to Hector, "A nest, now that sounds dire. Considering the hardiness of these flan. Its unexpected." Quistis turned to look towards the entrance of the railway system. "I have a town map, yes." Retrieving it from her pockets she hands it to him. "Selfie, why don't you go into town and see if you can secure more forces. If we are going to be fighting whatever brought these things up to the surface I would like to end it as quickly as possible."
Selfie turns from her poking the goo and stands. "Hooooookay! I'll do that I guess!" She turns and heads out into the street, running along the streets as she searches for reinforcements.
Bloody Murder Berserk Swordsman Blades of Glory Blind Deference
Widerlich... Harriet thought with a grimace before her expression returned to that lazy sleepy-eyed vacant facade that she seemed to default to. She closed her eyes and shook her head once, her platinum fringe sweeping her eyelashes, before raising the hilt of her Claymore, leaving the blade of the great sword pointed towards the ground. Her head tilted as if in confusion or thoughtfulness as she watched the almost iridescently blue slime ooze down the fine steel.
Reaching into a pouch on the scabbard on her back, she produced a leathery cloth and wiped the smeared Flan from the sword in long strokes towards the ground. The blue goo pooled around the tip of the sword. Once the sword shone clean again, Harriet lifted it up and gave it a quick pinwheeling swing before returning it to its scabbard. She stared idly at the besmirched rag before discarding it. I have others... and I don't exactly need samples of that creature lining my pockets...
She tuned into the words from the blonde woman, the leader it seemed of the other team... she was discussing a map with her leader, Instructor Warring... "So you think there's a far worse nasty beast that's making these bludgers blitz for the surface?" Her amber eyes watched the noisy brunette make a dash out of the station as she made her query.
Translations: widerlich ~ disgusting English translations: bludger ~ nuisance Non-uniform attire: duck jewels Out Of Chocobos:
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Posted: Sun Aug 04, 2013 4:44 pm
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Age:19 | Height:6'1" Magi SeeD; F 2105 Gil | Hp:200 | Mp:15
▶ ▷ Don't get in my way of fulfilling my mission...◀ ◁ ▶ ▷...I just might have to kill you if you do... ◀ ◁ ▶ ▷ ...Because, making the world a better place is my job...◀ ◁
Weapon: Striking Pole (3) +1Adept Companion: n/a Abilities: *:Wilhelmine's Disks of Flame:* *:Arcana:* *:White Lightening:* *:Staff of a Thousand Flames:*
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Hector stood up and took the map from Quistis "Hmmm" he grumbled as he gently glided his hand across the map. (Let's see how will we get to the sewers from here?) He looked at the beach "Ms.Trapis do you think we will find the entrance to the sewers at the beach?" He said looking up at Quistis then over to Selfie as she ran off "Uhmm...are you sure she is capable of that alone or shall I have Harriet follow her?" Turning to Harriet to answer her question "Persically, so the longer we wait the more will be produced." He said as he looked back down at the map.
Pregnant woman: NPC UA Age: 34 | Height: 5'3" Balamb Town Resident
Her husband would be in a state of discontent if he learned of her whereabouts. Ankles swollen from the discomfort of pregnancy and belly boasting the size and density of the world's globe made her efforts sluggish and filled with more strain than it did six months ago. Balamb Town was dangerous for its citizens especially for someone in her condition. Her lover boasted how their daughter's determination stemmed from the woman carrying multiple offspring. It was a fool's choice to let her heart go first than her personal safety. It was increasingly selfish on her part with her body being shelter for three. The Garden cadets were saving the town so as the person she was gratitude must be shown however she can.
The pregnant woman waddled from her safe place in hiding near the station, her right hand steadying her walking while petite boxes balanced in its opposite partner. The woman played off the trouble the extra weight was giving her and cautiously approached the young SeeD cadets with a motherly glowing smile. "Thank you for all your work. I'm grateful that the Garden sent its promising squads to defend the town." The pregnant woman handed one medical kit each to Hector's squad members with brown eyes looking from member to member warmly and apologetically.
After efforts were made to grab the items, she would dig into one of the pockets of her maternity dress. Coming out, the hand gripped a silver locket with a matching necklace chain and the woman's expression changed upon lingering on the young woman, Harriet, likely the same age as her daughter. Her petite pale arm extended to the silver-blonde locked teen with the sentimental piece dangling before her. "Can you do me a favor, Miss...? My daughter is a cadet at Balamb Garden. I would like for her to get this locket before the exams." Inscribed on the back of the swaying oval shaped piece of jewelry was the name Senn-Senn. The woman may be asking for too much and the longer she interfered in the mission there may be repercussions the woman hasn't thought too far about.
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Harriet listened without comment or even an interested glance as Instructor Warring and the blonde woman that led the other team discussed their options. It wasn't the sort of thing the platinum blonde girl was particularly interested in, or even particularly good at. Tactics was not her thing, something her father had never worked over with her in those long endless hours training. She knew how to fight, and how to dodge, and how to clean and sharpen her Claymore.
When the townswoman approached them, Harriet barely looked up from the puddle of goo that remained of one of the blue creatures that she'd been staring at without actually seeing. A haze hung over her eyes, a tired and bored expression that made her look dispossessed. It took a special kind of skill to stand without even the slightest of thoughts, or perhaps a special kind of stupidity.
Harriet's head tilted a little when the woman handed her a kit, and eyes focused for a moment on the box in her hands, wondering exactly what she was supposed to do with it. She wasn't hurt; the Flan had barely touched her in the battle, if anything she felt even stronger now than she had before the fight.
"Can you do me a favor miss...?"
Harriet's head lolled to the side lazily, her fringe covering half of her face as she stared at the woman with one half-hooded eye. Her gaze lowered to the silver locket in the woman's outstretched hand. After a long moment, one of her own hands reached forward and dainty fingers that masked their ability to wield a great sword like Seelen Schlaeger plucked the ornate from the woman's hand. Harriet's hand returned to join the one that held the medical kit before her hips, cradling the necklace in a distracted manner.
Without necessarily giving a verbal confirmation that she would give the necklace to its owner, provided she remembered: sometimes things didn't stick so well in that thick skull of hers, she shifted her weight to one side and looked with lazy irritation towards the Instructors. This walking zombie-doll was so unlike the strong sword wielder she'd been only minutes ago, it begged the question of just how sane Harriet Anachide was and whether or not she flipped between personalities when entering a fight.
"So are we doing something here, or just cocking about like bampots?" She drawled, slipping both items into her pockets and raising an eyebrow.
Translations: English translations: c**k about ~ muck around, bampots ~ idiots/fools Non-uniform attire: duck jewels Out Of Chocobos:
