It was another case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sort of. In this case, the page had just been out, powered up, when a distress signal had suddenly blared to life over his ring. The first time for Baikal, he'd had a rather uncertain moment or two to decide if he was going to heed the call, or power down and pretend that maybe he hadn't heard it. It seemed to him that any time he let himself get dragged into things, he wound up regretting it.
But there was still that moral obligation, the one that had kept him powering up on nights he didn't have anything else going on. The one that had him following auras, though if he could diffuse a situation by talking, then that was always the page's go to.
At this point he really wasn't a stranger to the overwhelming press of multiple auras in one small area, but it was still a cause for pause, a little distracting. Or maybe it was the youma that made him slow to join them.
Or, as was more likely, the page's uncertainty over the war as a whole. He wasn't about to just jump in blindly, not without seeing what was actually going on. It placed him on the outskirts of the little gathering of powered players, hanging back as he watched and listened.
He had been out patrolling although it was more like testing out his skills at traversing the rooftops ahla Disney's Aladdin, he even started to hum 'One Jump Ahead' from the movie as he hopped from roof to roof. He came to a skidding stop when he finally sensed a large group of auras, Tortuga was still relatively new to the whole war but he knew that where there was a large group there was likely trouble. He couldn't turn away from anyone who needed help.
Stumbling to a stop at the edge of the fight the page did a quick double take, for once it seemed like the negaverse was outnumbered though there were little youma running around helping to even the odds some. "Uh, any idea what's going on?" He muttered the question to the page who was standing off to the side. Tortuga didn't want to interrupt if the girls, because unless he was mistaken, and he might actually be, everyone who was currently fight were females, were fighting because they wanted to... and interruptions would not be welcome. A guy stepping into a chick fight didn't normally end well for the guy, at least none of the ones he's helped break up as a civilian.
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((sorry kinda got wrapped up in RL))
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AMItotic rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 10:08 am
Captain Zircon HP: 30
The floodgates opened, and from them Order poured out, a wash of sickly-clean signatures that buzzed against Zircon's senses. When Hyperborea made threats at her, the best she could muster was an annoyed stare--for all the girl's posturing, there was only one Cosmos Knight with the ability to make the captain nervous, and it came from a message of peace, not war. To see those shimmering colors used for such a brash display was almost comical in it's dissonance, and Zircon couldn't help but scoff.
But chaos was not without their own allies, and Zircon's frown peeled into an unpleasant grin when youma began to spill forth at Cinnabar's call, suffocating the area with their presence. "Sphalerite," she called into the simmering tension, looking at the lieutenant with a self-satisfied grin. "When all of your friends are dead, I want you to understand that we did try to be reasonable." A flick of the wrist and her dark crystal boomerang was in hand, scouring the crowd for a target. Sphalerite herself had to be last, tempting as she was, but the senshi beside her...she had an attitude that needed mending.
Settling into her throwing posture, Zircon wound up with one arm and swung for Elpis, letting her boomerang fly.
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AMItotic rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-6)
Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 10:12 am
Captain Zircon HP: 30
The boomerang made contact with a satisfying thud, tearing at skin on its sharp edges and bludgeoning with its momentum. Just when it would have clattered away, Zircon called it back to her hand, her expression scrunched in exertion to do so. It would not be a party trick she could repeat for long, but so long as she didn't have to move she could concentrate on picking people off from a distance.
Damage dealt: 2 to Sailor Elpis
[Zircon is free to interact with! Please stop this awful nerd.]
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Whimsical Blue rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-6)
Half Youma General Cinnabar - 40HP (1d10 damage) (j/k) 35 HP (1d8 damage)
Battle system:
To hit, roll a d6! 1-2 is a miss, 3-5 is a hit, and 6 is a critical hit [roll 2 dice for damage instead of 1]. One attack per turn, and the roll is the same for physical and magical attacks!
First stage characters: 25hp, 1d4 rolled for damage Second stage characters: 30hp, 1d6 rolled for damage Third stage characters: 35hp, 1d8 rolled for damage Fourth stage characters: 40hp, 1d10 rolled for damage
Guardian Cats: 30hp, 1d4 rolled for damage
Low-level youma: 20hp, 1d4 rolled for damage Personal youma: 25hp, 1d6 rolled for damage
Whimsical Blue rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10Total: 10 (1-10)
Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 2:41 pm
Something whizzed towards her head and Cinnabar jerked back, turning smoothly to avoid the strike. It broke her path forward, but she was laughing as she fell back into a defensive position. Her attacker, when she got a good look at her, was the shiny little cosmos knight she had noticed earlier.
“You think you can handle me, Powder Puff?” Her fangs flashed as she grinned, brandishing black claws.
“What lies were you fed, Sphalerite?” Cinnabar called over the group, blocked from approaching by her opponent, but her voice could still be raised. “You claim you weren’t told things, but how do you know these piss-ants aren’t with-holding things too? I never lied to you! I told you everything I knew. I took you under me wing, showed you how to fight! Is this how you repay your friends? If you’re willing to turn over something so petty, how can your supposed friends trust you not to do it again? How do they know you aren’t lying to them now?”
More knights began to appear and the balance was shifting ever further out of acceptable parameters. A handful of youma were not going to cut it, and she’d be damned if she let another agent go while she had the strength to fight it.
Launching herself forward, Cinnabar lashed out viciously at the cosmos knight in front of her. Claws cut through fabric and skin, scraping over metal with a screech at the force of her swing. Shoving Hype back, she broke enough space between them to fish her crystal from her pocket and her voice boomed out over the communication system, set to a wide broad cast.
”Sphalerite is attempting to purify. Calling all free agents to help nullify the threat. Report to my position prepared for battle!”
Short, informative, and hopefully helpful.
[[ Attacking Hyperborea for 5 HP ]] (rerolled the proper dice in the post below)
Quote:
CALLING ALL NEGAS!
Cinnabar has sent out a wide-band call to any nearby officers to assist her in capturing Sphalerite and destroying the enemy supporting her attempt to purify!
The Mercury page glanced around as another slowed to a stop beside him, asking about what was going on. "You're guess is as good as mine." Baikal had only just arrived a few minutes prior, but it seemed, perhaps, as if one of the Negaverse soldiers was attempting to leave their service. "Someone defecting, I think." But why? She claimed to have been fed lies, but if the dragonic general was to be believed--and Baikal had little reason as of yet not to--that wasn't true. If what she was saying was true, she'd taken the defecting agent under her wing and did what she could for her, and it hadn't been enough.
Two sides to every story. Baikal's lips pressed into a thin line, his thumb moving to the band of his signet ring, spinning it around his middle finger.
Wordlessly, the page moved from where he'd been lurking to venture closer. He couldn't see, it was still hard to hear. He just needed to be a little bit closer.
Hyperborea, Transcendent knight of Cosmos 35HP-5= 30
Hyperborea's staff found only empty air as the half youma dodged out of the way of her swing. She was reward claws cuting through her armor and dress cutting into her flesh below.
She stumble back from the push and the pain of the cuts. It only took her a moment to recover unfortunately a moment was all the general needed to call in reinforments. Merde! She thought to herself as she dispelled her staff instead touching her signet ring to activate her aspect as she was enveloped by the silvery sheen of starlight.
She took advantage of the small opening left by the general making her call. She clasped her hand together and slammed them down on the general's collar bone.
"If I might Interject. Have you ever considered that you are being lied to, do you really think Metalia cares about you or the Earth? If you do you're nothing but a deluded fool, an ignorant pawn in her game." She said in response to the General's claims of never lying to the lieutenant.
[[Attacking Cinnabar for 4 damage]]
Aspect of Cosmos
The silvery sheen of starlight covers the Knights of the Cosmos, and their touch is just as heavenly. It's warm and pleasant to most, but acidic and painful to corrupted beings. For the followers of Chaos, physical contact with one of these Knights feels like a mild chemical burn: although it does little in the way of damage, it's hard to tolerate it.
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Whimsical Blue rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-8)
Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 3:58 pm
(( because I'm a derp, rerolling damage with the proper dice ))
To hit, roll a d6! 1-2 is a miss, 3-5 is a hit, and 6 is a critical hit [roll 2 dice for damage instead of 1]. One attack per turn, and the roll is the same for physical and magical attacks!
First stage characters: 25hp, 1d4 rolled for damage Second stage characters: 30hp, 1d6 rolled for damage Third stage characters: 35hp, 1d8 rolled for damage Fourth stage characters: 40hp, 1d10 rolled for damage
Guardian Cats: 30hp, 1d4 rolled for damage
Low-level youma: 20hp, 1d4 rolled for damage Personal youma: 25hp, 1d6 rolled for damage
To hit, roll a d6! 1-2 is a miss, 3-5 is a hit, and 6 is a critical hit [roll 2 dice for damage instead of 1]. One attack per turn, and the roll is the same for physical and magical attacks!
First stage characters: 25hp, 1d4 rolled for damage Second stage characters: 30hp, 1d6 rolled for damage Third stage characters: 35hp, 1d8 rolled for damage Fourth stage characters: 40hp, 1d10 rolled for damage
Guardian Cats: 30hp, 1d4 rolled for damage
Low-level youma: 20hp, 1d4 rolled for damage Personal youma: 25hp, 1d6 rolled for damage
Up ahead was no small threat, not by a long shot, if the signals that were registering in her senses were any indication.
As she wove her way onward in shadows, Altair felt the knowledge that she had to make an appearance and exit the shadows at some point build and build.
It was moments later, but it felt like just an instant had passed when she arrived and emerged out of said shadows and found herself at a point of combat between Order and Chaos. How long had this fight been going on? Had it just gotten started or were shots flying since or even before she had been sent a general distress call and shared the SOS she had received with her cousin?
However, Altair reined in her now more so spinning mess of thoughts to remind herself she needed to be alertly on guard and ready fight back. The side of Chaos was refusing to free someone with force. This was confirmed to her at the sight of attacks sent at Order members.
Yet, in deciding who to confront, she decidedly opted not to toss an interruption at words she began overhearing. Instead, she aimed at a boomerang's wielder. "Scalpel," her voiced came out as a quiet tremble and she tried again; thankfully this time her voice was firm enough, "Scalpel Shot!"
She had encountered her cousin heading down the steps of their apartment building while she had been making her way up those same stairs while making her way home.
Something has happened, those three words and the look of urgency expressed on her cousin's features told her more than that concise statement verbally provided and both of them went on to continue down the steps toward their present destination.
Along the way, they had remember with much difficulty, to transform. The lack of the speed they had become accustomed to expecting had eventually alerted them when they had gathered more of their conscious senses that they were not yet in their powered forms. And now that she stood here as Aptera beside her unexpectedly so familiar ally, Altair, she was glad they remembered sooner rather than later than they had.
Yet, even in her powered state, she could sense still a large gap in experience according to the marks those of Chaos here were giving off. Still, Aptera had no intention of sitting back and watching.
She had been coming home from another volunteer event, and the last to-do point of the volunteer list was to assist in sorting old and new inventory. She had ended up taking home the two-layered plastic bundle she has been carrying. It was as if she was noticing it in her hold for the first time though as she searched her thoughts for what she could do to help fend off the Chaos threats. But, seeing it in her hand gave her an sudden idea anyway.
Bittersweet, it seemed to be the flavor of her days since learning of this magical side of her. It was how she felt as a slightly amused smile at the idea that crossed her mind tipped the ends of her lips up for a moment.
From the side of the bag's outward-most compartment, she pulled out her extra set of gloves and put them on. Ridiculous as this idea may be deemed, she found a lot of things that may be deemed ridiculous as well. And then she pulled out one of the moldy oranges that had been meant to contribute to compost. And she threw the fruit at the same boomerang wielder Altair had targeted.
When her General called, Chrysocolla barely even needed to think before she focused; and she was on top of the roof, barely winded, quietly ever-thankful for her still recent-found power. It felt good, to be strong. It felt great. She had wings, and she had jewels hard as diamond, and she had her place in the world. And traitors? Traitors needed to be disciplined. Dealt with. If Cinnabar was calling, strong, beautiful Cinnabar...well. They had a problem.
Another moment of concentration after scanning over the battle below, and she was behind the much taller Mercury Page - not quite in the battle yet, an easy target; kicking out at the back of his knees to drive him down to the ground and grabbing for his scarf to pull tight as he fell. "This isn't your place. Go home!" Her call was meek, quiet, but the daggers she stared at Tortuga for half-a-second told a different story.
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