Although the weather was surprisingly warmer than usual, Ptolemaeus felt uncharacteristically cold. It was the sort of cold that seemed to eat one from the inside out, destroying his substance like frostbite so that he was left as nothing more but an empty shell. During the moments when he had more awareness of emotion, he looked back on these periods and decided he disliked his heartlessness, but during the actual times it overcame him like it did then, he felt very little at all.
With little to feel, though, there was little to lose. It was freedom from any sort of emotional impairment, but also whatever advantages such emotions may have had to offer. The flare in the sky, the growing collections of various energy signatures...neither was meant for him nor meant much to him, but he found himself drawn by curiosity just the same. Both Order and Chaos were congregating at a derelict Circle K building. Who or what was to keep him from joining their numbers?
There were so many powerful beings here - much more powerful than himself on both sides - that it might have been daunting, but aside from the hollow nothingness that seemed to stile whatever feelings he might have had on the notion, Ptolemaeus didn't know what he had to be afraid of even if he could have felt afraid just then. What was the worst that could happen to him?
The Negaverse couldn't corrupt him, from what he understood, since he was already Chaos. And what would those of the Order do to him? Attack him? Kill him at worst? No big deal; no one depended on him to live and there was nothing he was particularly attached to in this life that made him eager enough to cling to it.
He felt like some sort of audience member or vouyer rather than someone there in person as he entered the vicinity of the Circle K. There was no one there he knew...no one he recognized until his dark eyes fell upon the sharp contrast of bleached bones against a night-blue coat. Scholomance?
The void of his apathy receded long enough to recall the knight's relation to him. Suddenly he didn't feel so much like a simple voyeur with a distance to keep. His gaze travelled to the swirling vortexes of Chaotic energy that may have been the pair of generals Scholomance had mentioned to him before. Were these the pair that had tortured the man, robbing him of his limb and what seemed to be his hope of ever escaping the Negaverse?
Regardless, maybe he could stir things up a little. Wasn't that his role as an agent of Chaos himself? It was always funny to Ptolemaeus how the Negaverse seemed so organized with their military structure since they were supposedly Chaotic...but perhaps they needed a taste of what true chaos was like. He'd always wanted to find out more about the Negaverse, particularly the generals he had heard about, and now was his perfect opportunity.
There were still a quickly increasing number of people appearing to support both sides, but how would they handle a wild card? Ptolemy deemed finding out the answer to be well worth the risk. Casually walking up to the storefront as if there for a snack run, he rotated to change his view while keeping his course so he could survey those close by.
Putting his lips together, he released an impressed whistle that rose and fell. "Wow...nice turn-out here tonight. Was there a party I wasn't invited to?" His characteristic grin spread broad across his face as if daring anyone to try tearing it down.
HP: 100 / 100 DMG: — Effects: —
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Ptolemaeus is attempting to look around, using PER on the area, but without searching for anything in particular. Please disregard the second die I rolled since I forgot only one was needed. OTL
The sensation of her weapon hitting flesh was a very welcomed reward. The impact had been heavy enough that she felt assured that she had done some damage, though with the quick movements of her opponent, Hy knew whatever she had done hadn’t been much. Still, it was a start. At least the attack hadn’t missed; that would have been a waste of a perfect opportunity.
The General’s half-mad, almost poetic words, grated on Hy’s nerves quickly though. Her temper flaring more. “Like, damn he will!” She growled out through clenched teeth.
Of course, her intent on Schorl meant she had missed Cinnabar’s launch at Scholomance.
A shout as another squire swooped in close to her briefly caught Hy’s attention. Stick close? She eyed her opponent and thought how that probably wouldn’t fly, but it seemed that proximity wouldn’t be an issue right away courtesy of youma being sent out for target practice. Thankfully one of the creatures had been summoned close by.
She glanced at Schorl with eyes that would kill if they could. “A kiss of death? It’ll come soon enough.”
With her ‘weapon’ being only an incense burner that was good for bludgeoning, Hy took aim at her chosen Youma. The beast was like many others, ugly and not at all something that should exist in nature. With both hands on her burner like a bat, she swung as hard as she could toward the youma’s midsection, intending to at least cripple or wind it, if not dust it. Once again she was greeted with the feeling of an impact.
Ivynian1
Attacking youma 1 for 19. (If I did my math correctly)
"s**t!" Andronicus cursed, spinning as Cinnabar barreled towards Themiscrya... and the Cosmos page behind her. Not good, not good, not good. She started to move towards it, and the other General unleashed youma on the group. Also not good.
The Knight gritted her teeth and dealt with the matter at hand. One of the youma took on a squire of... earth, who laid it almost to waste. She spun the staff around and brought it down on the youma's head, ending it's existence.
Andronicus nodded at the squire, turning her attention to where Cin was charging to. Be careful Themi!
There was no question in Eleusis's mind that she was going to help. The idea of not helping hadn't even crossed her mind, really, when the distress cal went out - if Themiscyra hadn't come with her, she would have gone on her own.
"I make no promises," she said, but deep down she knew there might be reason for her to retreat. She was just a Page, after all - and she could feel some very, very powerful Chaos auras.
But there were equally powerful Order ones as well. Bright beacons of hope, and more of them coming. Maybe they could...maybe they could do this.
She stuck close to Themiscyra, which meant heading right for the center of the action - for the dragon-general and the woman in green, and a very familiar Saturn Knight.
She was all ready to do her prt, to try and fight, when suddenly the dragon-General was upon her and she went down like a sack of brick, breath driven from her lungs, pain radiating throguh her body.
"Get...get off me!" She reached up with both hands and shoved, as hard as she could, feeling Themiscyra's magic flow through her and add just a little extra strength to the push. It wasn't exactly flawless resistance -- but it would do.
Her phone rang with a distress call, and Skoll was on her way before she'd even finished her tacos. Her street kids were safe for now, and once she powered up she felt the intensity of Chaos far from them. Assured as best she could one of them wouldn't end up dead, Skoll charged off to help the distress call.
What she found was chaos, quite literally. A page was pinned under a woman with scales (she vaguely recognized her), several youma were lose, and a chaos senshi was standing about in front of store looking entirely suspicious. Well, get the small fry while the generals were busy. Thin the herd, yeh?
Course, that would have helped if Skoll actually hit him. Except she misjudged her jump from the rooftop and sailed over him, tumbling into a metal trashcan with such grace and poise, it was surprising she was even right side up.
The youma that Schorl summoned were a painful startle, but not actually a surprise. Scylla's tentacles rose at last, rising from the deep, dark underground. One of the three she summoned- only a fraction of her strength, but hopefully enough to make a difference- wrapped around one of the youma, dragging it mercilessly to the ground. The others swiped at the General who had caused her pain, eyes blazing at the tall, lean figure.
Cinnabar had leapt away, and it seemed others were beginning to deal with her as she fell upon a member of Order. "Scholomance!" she cried, seeing the clawed woman deal a blow- "Use your magic. They're here to help you fight! Don't move back. Make a stand. With them. Help them!"
She could hold Schorl for... a moment. The Negaverse had all the advantage, and Scylla had never missed the presence of her Eternal ability more than now. She had never needed to miss it. After this.... if she lived, she'd have to see about trying to get a cat to tell her where her block was. She would probably also owe many, many apologies, and had a lot of people to thank.
HP: 200/200 DMG: ( 15 + roll ) - defense = N/A this round; Scylla is using her Super ability to deal 40 damage straight to Schorl, since i don't think she can split it up to dust youma, rip Effects: No effects
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Scylla yellin' at u bro
xivynian
so much magic text wall for you under spoiler. but tl;dr schorl be getting his by tentacles with actual teeth. Scylla taking damage from youma 3 & 4 : 0/3 rounds - Scylla will immobilize youma 4 (and take no damage from it next round.) - youma damage on ivy's next round due to 'summoning sickness'
Staff-Approved Description: Sailor Scylla is able to create what looks like tentacles, but instead of suckers on them they appear to have tiny teeth. These tentacles can either grab and hold the opponent, the small mouths tearing at the enemy's flesh, or strike the opponent. Scylla can create up to 12 of these tentacles at once, an absolute maximum. One tentacle can be maintained for up to a full 120 seconds, each subsequent tentacle draining time off of this maximum. The full 12 tentacles averages 30 seconds and leaves her able to walk- they could last for longer, but the effort of maintaining them would leave her severely drained from their use and therefore completely helpless when they wore off. Maintaining them longer would therefore be a last-ditch resort, only if she knew help was on the way. She can use her maximum number of tentacles once per day, and any mix of the other tentacles would vary on usage and stress. The downside to this is that for all the added control, Scylla also feels things done to the Kraken's limbs more keenly. Punch the tentacle, cut a tentacle and you're punching Scylla's... well, essentially, her magic. The pain she takes can vary from 'ow you punched me' to 'you knifed me in the side, you jerkoff.' This can lower the duration time of her power, and really, really prove a distraction. Strick Description: Can attack 1 target with 2 tentacles for 40 damage. May have 3 tentacles up at once with the third for immobilization.
spoiler for my future reference -
Scylla - Can immobilize 1 target per tentacle for 1 post. (USED: 0/∞) - Can attack 1 target with 2 tentacles for 40 damage. May have 3 tentacles up at once with the third for immobilization. 4 posts maximum. (USED: 1/4)
The whistling of wind above him caused Ptolemy's eyes to widen and he ducked instinctively, being 6'3" and prone to hitting his head on things. Well. He hadn't expected to go the evening without a scratch, but that was fast. As it happened, though, his would-be attacker appeared to have missed anyway, entangling herself in a marvelous cacophony of noise with a nearby trashcan.
The Dark Mirror Senshi winced at sight and sound of the collision before gingerly approaching, empty palms out as a show of peace. "Yikes...you okay? That looked like quite the fall, there."
Naturally he wasn't nearing the Order senshi simply to ask after her wellness, but to see if he could determine her power level in comparison to his own by the type and strength of her energy signature. Good...they seemed to be on par with one another. At least that meant she was probably relatively safe to try to reason with if he wanted to last more than a minute without risking elimination.
HP: 100 / 100 DMG: — Effects: —
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((XD I'm sorry; I keep confusing myself and I don't know what the hell I rolled for, so please ignore that.
EDIT: Drat, you know what? Would it be possible if - for the next post, if Skoll plans to try to attack Ptolemy again - could you set an internal PER value for her? Because if she tries to attack him again, he's going to try to talk her out of it or at least attempt to halt her action.))
This was perhaps the biggest thing that she had been part of...
Well at least since her part in the mission to collect crystals for Metallia.
Ashley hadn't expected to be picked as part of the main forces, but she sure as anything didn't plan to be anything but her best.
She had stayed out of sight, grey eyes scanning her surroundings as her hands absently fiddled with the thin piece of elasticated cord that she had brought with her.
A bright spot of light suddenly bloomed in the sky and Ashley dropped the cord as she shifted - taking the light for the cue that it was as Ashley faded away to become Reinerite.
And as Reinerite she could feel the auras - the sickly sweet auras of Order and the more comforting coolness of Chaos.
She summoned her weapon and bent down briefly to scoop up the cord, before winding the elasticated material around her snow globe...
Then she stepped towards the cluster of auras.
The Negaverse was strong.
The Negaverse would not fail and she was going to do her part in making a success of this operation.
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Reinerite is open for interactions/ targeting - but please quote me if you go after her so I don't miss it
He had been out replenishing his stashed med bags with a backpack chock full of supplies. Replacing the ace bandages, gauze, bandages, duct tape, even super glue, and other cheap and non dangerous medical gear he had been stashing through the city. He packed the small weatherproof bags with stuff that, if it was stolen, wouldn't do any real damage like pain meds would have. It was while he was updating his little notebook with the new medbag's location that he saw something strange. He really did need to get his ring.
Tortuga had found a perch on top of a building, squinting in the faint light of distant streetlights when his little black book's white page was bathed in a bright fluorescent orange. He glanced up just in time to see the flare peter out. A civilian might have mistaken it for a firework but Tortuga knew it for what it was, a signal of some sort. What it was for he didn't know but whatever it was it wasn't good. It didn't take him long to detect the growing number of negaverse auras quickly surrounding him, order was there too but to him it still seemed vastly unbalanced.
Somehow the redheaded page had found himself around the corner of a seriously overpowered fight, the brick of a dead storefront against his back. "s**t," He muttered quietly as he tried to get his bearings, the clashing auras were seriously messing with his head. His much needed moment never materialized when he saw some raven haired chick, with horns and scales? (Cin), plow into a younger girl (Eleusis) and ride her to the ground. Her hand, claws?, against the other girl's chest. Biting off a curse the Jupiter page quickly shrugged off his backpack and shoved his hand into its depths. Grabbing the first thing his fingers encountered he stepped out from the relative safety of the shadows and shouted, "GET OFF OF HER!" before throwing the roll of duct tape at the negaverse woman. It didn't take a genius to tell that it was a page, the aura was very weak, that the much stronger woman was kneeling on top of.
Scholomance backed up, grappling with the thought of abandoning the generals to the newly-arrived knights and senshi. The thought tempted him greatly; he had no grand contributions to the fight, and he doubted that the Negaverse concerned themselves greatly over who they corrupted. Schörl could just as easily take home the Uranus knight, or Scylla, or any of the other present - his sticking around meant little beyond more pain.
But Cinnabar struck at Eleusis (a welcome deviation from himself), which set the knight into a rage. Already she tunneled her target, and all the vicious energy poured into such an attack promised mistakes. Attempting these generals without the semblance of thought implied disaster, even if more numbers poured in to accompany his plight.
Gritting his teeth, Scholomance snapped his whip at the ground. With it came the familiar knell, and the world unbound about himself and the two he chose - Ptolemaeus, whom a senshi targeted unnecessarily, and Eleusis, who stood to play a quick victim for the half-youma general. Sequestering them both left him frozen in place, but it mattered little; if he could do so and direct wayward allies onto Cinnabar and Schörl, then the gamble held promise.
Otherwise, perhaps they would push a hand through his chest and end what struggles he managed.
The weight of his spell bore down on him immediately, and Scholomance felt his bones tire beneath difficult magic. If the rest of the group wouldn't divert to the two generals, then perhaps he could consider escape.
HP: 187/230 DMG: — Effects: Immobile this turn; disregard accuracy in hitting him.
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Knight: Magnum Mortum Duration: 30 second maximum magic pool Distance: Victims can be tagged up to 20 feet from Scholomance himself Number affected: Up to 6 'tagged' based on line of sight Extra: Magic 'tethers' at 30 feet from Scholomance barring sight interruption Description: Scholomance summons a death knell that will immediately affect 'tagged' characters (anyone focused on by Scholomance within line of sight). Any targeted character will have their corporeal form turned into a ghastly spirit-form, and will find that any attack or attempt made toward corporeal bodies will only pass through their form. In trade, corporeal characters will be unable to strike or harm those who are rendered as spirits. Spirits will see the world around them as an inverted, crumbling version of their current location. Corporeal characters will look to them as blots of energy rather than people. Spirits can still attack each other, and both corporeal and incorporeal characters can attack Scholomance, as he is the link between the illusory otherworld and the real world. Breaking his concentration will end the attack prematurely.
During channeling, Scholomance's magic actively damages him as tradeoff. Effects start at full body ache and exhaustion and can lead up to immediate collapse or beyond, depending on circumstances. He is also completely immobile while casting and cannot attack any targets.
Negate all damage and actions for up to 6 targets for up to 3 posts. -10x(up to 6) HP (self) per post.
HP: 200/200 ATTK: 5 DEF: 5 Effects: DMG: 7 to youma 2 The youma in front of her took a beating, and another Knight came in the finish the deed resulting in a pile of dust where the youma had once stood, pieces of the creature floating in the air to collect on whatever and whomever was nearby. Hy-Brasil didn’t have time to think about that though. Her attention, which has quickly shifted to Schorl again, was pulled away from the General by the sound of yelling.
Chaos was ensuing everywhere while she had tunnel visioned on the General.
A senshi was being attacked by the half-youma General.
Others were racing to the senshi’s defense.
Scylla had turned and was attacking Schorl.
The somber tone of a knell rung over the battlefield and the senshi being attacked seemed to almost disappear with another on the field. Immediately her attention flew to Scholomance. She knew that magic. She’d seen it before, but from the other side. And Hy-Brasil knew the man well enough to catch any small change in his stance or flinch on his face. He was hurting and immediately she was on her feet to his side as he remained immobile while casting his magic.
Of course, there was another youma to deal with. Three to be precise, and Hy was keenly aware that, though Scylla had 2 to deal with Scholomance had one near him as well and in that moment, she knew Scholomance would be needing more aid than the Senshi of Kraken. “I’ve got Scholomance!” She yelled to Scylla, hope she’d take the hint to deal with Schorl for a moment.
She had no intention of letting Scholo become a sitting duck for a youma.
“Hey.” She said to Scholo when she reached his side. “That was rather Knightly of you.” She teased him with a fond grin before turning her attention to the youma, incense burner raised before moving in to strike.
Ivynian
Gotta save her man, yo!
Infinities
Tag you in!
strickenized
Hey, hey, hey!
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Whimsical Blue rolled 2 20-sided dice:
2, 17Total: 19 (2-40)
Her movement had paid off. The annoying squire and senshi were left to deal with the youma Schorl had so kindly called for them, and she had a lovely little page trapped and bleeding beneath her. Her little toy squirmed and cried in protest, but the resistance she put up was shrugged off with little more than a grunt at the impact.
“Pretty little toy…” She growled, unable to really call up the seductive purr she was aiming for in the midst of the fighting. Her hand was pressed to the page’s chest and beneath it, she fancied she could feel the throbbing life of the starseed inside of her. Shining bright… flush with power… seductive and tantalizing in its own right. Cin’s tongue flicked across her fangs as the beast in her belly woke to life, rumbling the first warning signs of returning hunger. All she had to do was concentrate… but even as her hand began to sink through flesh and bone, the woman she had been pinning suddenly went… transparent and ghostly.
Cinnabar roared as her hand fell through the incorporeal body and hit the ground, leaving her frustrated and empty handed. She swung hard, claws up, but they did nothing to the page she could no longer touch. Jerking her head up, she focused behind her at the traitor they had come to collect. He was frozen in place, his face a mask of effort, and there was a ginger squire standing firmly beside him.
“You a*****e!” She snarled as she surged to her feet, her target forgotten as she focused on a new one. Something came flying out of nowhere to clock her in the head, snapping her head around before she jerked it back, her face a twisted snarl of hatred. Her eyes focused on the page who had thrown the… duct tape? And she couldn’t help laughing at the ridiculousness of it.
“Bad idea, you little b***h.” The half youma growled as she launched herself at him, intent on teaching the little upstart a lesson before she tackled her true focus.
The sailor senshi scrambled to dislodge herself from the trash can. It was more of an ordeal than she'd expected it to be. The five foot ten inch tall woman shoved her food through at least two half composting drink cups, felt something pour down her back, and pulled herself out of the can with a banana peel on her shoulder.
"Oh screw ya..." she growled, dusting herself off. That was disgusting. Ugh, now she looked like a fool too. She glared at Ptolemy and fell into a fighting stance, one arm chambered for a punch, probably towards his head.
"Yer one of 'em, right? Gimme one reason I shouldn't coat the ground with yer head," said the tall senshi, having to look up at him. Usually she only had to look up at her brother, so this was different. He seemed decently powerful, about her level, so the threat stood with teeth behind it.
But he wasn't attacking her.... and that unnerved her.
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PER value chosen! She's setting up to attack next post!
The sound of Scholomance's magic behind her gave her both room to breathe, and made her nauseated with worry. she had to focus on so many things, and- the red-headed knight, Hy-Brasil, moved to his side. Which meant she could focus on the generals. Cinnabar remained distracted, and there were still two youma, and Schorl to concern herself with. No longer did she have aid against the lean general; she would have to go it alone for now. If it went to s**t, she could only hope Hy-Brasil would take him and run.
Cinnabar was tearing through the little senshi, and Scylla was helpless to help them with others to focus on. She could only hope that more help would come. "I've got her," she called back to the lovely Knight, "Keep him safe. And watch out for Cinnabar." Speaking of watching out- the youma that wasn't pinned by her magic, Scylla took a violent swing at as it got too near. It was, shortly, considerably less of a threat.
Should she go after the half-youma? Schorl would be less of a threat, she could assume- Cinnabar was rampaging through the tiny ones like a fire in a field of dry grass. She needed something her own size to chew on. Metaphorically speaking.
HP: 200/200 DMG: 15 + 13 - 0 = 28 damage to youma 3 Effects: No effects
Strickenized
Good job gorgeous, being all savey and s**t
Kolina
Kill dat youmaaaaa
Whimsical Blue
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ivynian
I know I didn't wait for you before axing your youma, sorry. 3 is dead, 4 is still tangled up and can't move to attack, and I hit you for 40 last post.
spoiler for my future reference -
Scylla - Can immobilize 1 target per tentacle for 1 post. (USED: 0/∞) - Can attack 1 target with 2 tentacles for 40 damage. May have 3 tentacles up at once with the third for immobilization. 4 posts maximum. (USED: 1/4)
