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 Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:06 pm
There was a path of blood that followed Fluorite's wake, long before her brother's magic wore off her. Blood from the senshi she'd just murdered, in cold blood. Her blades were covered in it, and Fluorite didn't pause.
She was looking for her next kill.
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LP rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:06 pm
[[Nothing happened!!!]]
Was she dead? Bela looked around curiously she was... floating? The numbness of nothingness and the strangeness of seeing others fighting from here view point were.... surreal. She moved in and out, to and fro watching what was going on.
What had just happened? She knew she tried to see if the dragon was real... but what happened? The ghostly-storyteller was sitting there floating in the air and watching the dragon with a hand to her chin pondering.
Obviously she had no idea. There was a sigh as she looked around and tried to nudge random people she'd meet pausing when a new powered character just popped up. Hmmm..... interesting..... so the terrorists.... versus.... more terrorist? There was a frown and a curious look as she observed what was going on.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:07 pm
With that blast, it seemed as if all of ********* anger had dissipated.
Which left her in the arms of a scared child.
Oops.
In a much more soothing tone, ********* offered "...Hey... Hygiea... let's go back to Iris and the others... you'll be best off there..." The kindness had once more returned to the cat's voice, and the child would soon enough feel some scratching apologetic kitty kisses along her arm.
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Infinities rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:09 pm
((Scylla try to break the berserk.))
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Orangeish Sherbert rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:09 pm
Raven looked over as the new Page glimmered into existence. No. No no no no no no! More self righteous fools! If she were still alive....!
She pulsed slightly, brimming with anger again, diving under the road, trying to make the road as slippery as she could for another hopeless person walking across it. This time it was a page or knight or something, she let out a happy sounding laugh as the person stumbled slightly, though seemed disappointed when they didn't fall, rather just regained their balance,
The sparkling ghost just let out an annoyed sounding sound, diving under the road, surfacing every few moments, trying to keep some tabs on what was going on, even though her attention span was still slipping.
Make them pay. Make them pay. MAKE THEM ALL PAY.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:10 pm
What the knight had hoped would slow him down, knock him down, knock him out, or whatever did little more than sting a good deal and serve to enrage the Captain further. This one was not getting away from him! Turning to face the Knight he leapt at him, aiming a fist for the Knight's face, his brush left his hand and clattered to the ground.
While he aimed to punch at the Knight he aimed to stomp on a foot, have the Knight lifting up one foot and putting himself off balance. He would do damage and kill this Knight. Kill them all, that was the order.
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Quicksilver the Archangel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 1
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:13 pm
Pasiphae had prepared herself for another attack, but Benitoite seemed to lose interest. Or, more accurately, he had lost control, and with that loss of control came a loss of focus. She was thankful that Ganymede had come to her aid, and more importantly that he was uninjured. Blood coursed down her arm, staining her new lace gloves, but Pasiphae didn't care as she offered her hand to her fellow Jovian to help him up, "Thanks..." Things were getting worse, not better, but the answering call from Nyx made her concerned for her friend. She threw another couple of rocks with her uninjured arm in order to show the other Senshi what direction she was in as she shouted, "Yes, over here! Come on--we're trying to stick together!" Another ally at their side couldn't hurt... she just hoped that her friend could make it through this chaos. [ Damage Roll 6: Total Damage = 11]
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:14 pm
Jarosite let the blow roll off of him, rolling with the force. He snarled, tilting his head. A smirk broke out across his face, almost too wide for it his skin. His leg snapped out fast and caught Celsus in the side, steel toe hard in his ribcage. He let out a howl of glee and reached down to sink his hand into the Page's chest.
Or he would have if Page!Mary hadn't jumped on his back and jerked his chin up with her arms, making his stagger back.
"You okay Celsus!?" she yelled as Jarosite reached around to rip her off. He flailed wildly and she held on tight. "HIT HIM IN THE NADS!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:15 pm
Was it too late? Valhalla was worried that it was. There was blood and death everywhere and he could feel his stomach churn as he stepped into the chaos that was being unleashed onto the Surrounding. All he could do now was seek out those who were familiar to him and keep them in his sights while he did his best to protect whoever he could.
He felt like he would cry if it wasn't for the anger boiling up within him. What was the point? What was there to gain from all this violence? All this death? It was so pointless. There were innocent people being killed. Hell, he didn't care if they weren't innocent! He didn't want to see anyone die.
But he didn't really have a choice.
Valhalla ran towards two familiar faces, or rather... he could recognize their fukus... and reached out to gently touch the shoulders of both Pasiphae and Ganymede.
"I'm sorry I'm late," he said weakly, his face already pale from disgust and horror. There was no purpose to this... and the youma that everyone was fighting...? He didn't even know what was going on, but he didn't like it... "What's going on? I don't..." He had no excuse for being away... but he wished they could figure out a way to have everyone get out, preferably with their lives.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:15 pm
Ghost-Layton was ghost-crying. She was hidden behind a rock weeping like the little cry baby she was, when suddenly ... this light ... it was ... so pretty ... Then it was like someone offered a hand to her. Someone was helping her up. No, it wasn't someone, it was something. Just what was that ...
Did it matter? Layton knew it was her time now. She couldn't keep moping, she had to take that hand, that lift up. What would have been her hand set into the offered hand, and she smiled. It was so warm, so kind. It was time.
Suddenly she was back. But it wasn't ... she wasn't Layton anymore. She was a knight of Chronos, here to fight evil and protect The surrounding. No, protect her home. She didn't need Callum or Felix, Bela, not even Mr. Bibbles. She could do this.
It was time.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:16 pm
It didn't help.
The punch hit him squarely, and Naica stumbled back - fortunately out of the range of the captain's foot, so the rest of the planned feign didn't work. White gloved hands went to press against his nose on instinct, staining the pristine white red.
Blood was dropping out of his nose, on his face, on his uniform... Everywhere, everywhere. He had to act, quickly, daze him off his feet, something... !
He had to disable him somehow and get away, he knew this much, but he didn't know how, not truly. He settled at flinging some of his own blood at Benitoite's face in distraction, then crouched to kick at his feet.
Even if he managed to get away, through... Certainly the captain would rise again. Either come after him or go after someone else.
It seemed useless.
Naica did not want to hurt anymore, but he had no choice - he struggled not to cry, both of pain and of the conflicted feelings he felt.
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Beejoux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:16 pm
Another knight had risen, and Felicia watched it all with hollow eyes. It didn't matter how many new soldiers rose for the side of Chronos, she simply didn't see them winning this fight. The opposing forces were numerous, ruthless, and didn't have the burden of the civilians holding them back. Not, she thought bitterly, that they were doing a damn good job of saving anyone. How many of them were left now? She scanned the battlefield, looking for any familiar face, but didn't see any.
A soft chuckle worked bubbled up from Felicia's throat, and pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle the sound. She couldn't be laughing, but it was just all so funny.
They were in space, there were roads made of rainbows, and now she was in the middle of an epic battle between magical beings, a giant, skeletal dragon, and a disembodied voice of terrifying magnitude. None of that should have been real, not logically, but there it was, staring her right in the face.
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Sunshine Alouette rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 7
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:17 pm
He gripped Pasiphae’s hand, watching as their previously attacking Negaverse agent went trotting away to do more damage elsewhere. Ganymede tried not to notice the bodies lying around, the blood everywhere, the savage way the Negaversers attacked and mauled and killed with abandon. If he looked and he processed now, he was only going to be sick. This was disgusting.
This was wrong.
“Not a problem,” he said with another small smile toward Pasiphae, glad that they had managed to stick together so long. He hated do this alone. He hated doing it at all, but the solitude before had made it ten times worse.
“This is a nightmare…” He tried to look around, tried to seek out Europa again. He’d lost track of her. Where had she gone? What she okay? Was she hurt? Had something happened to her? What about the others?
Just as his worry and fear began to spiral out of control, Valhalla’s voice broke through the noise and the carnage, and Ganymede turned to see him approaching. He wasn’t relieved, not necessarily, not when he knew Val could easily be hurt by being here, but his heart soared to see him all the same.
“Val!” he said, kicking a bit of the debris out of his way—and sending it carelessly toward the youma—so that he face the page unobstructed and throw his arms around him when he arrived. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked, looking him over but seeing nothing that caused him any immediate worry.
Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:17 pm
She had attacked the youma yet again, but this time just as she jumped back she was nearly assaulted with a knife, causing her to stagger sideways to see where it had come from and then she saw him. Wolframite! He looked different though, or maybe not she wasn't entirely sure.
She turned and went after him, knowing he was dangerous. Thinking he needed to be occupied and for once feeling unafraid of him, the negaverser who brought her to ridiculous amount of both anger and fear.
She charged right at him, intent on knocking him off his feet.
((Youma damage: 12 ... rolled next page))
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A Wandering Esper rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:17 pm
Whoah.
No, really - Joshua no gusta, and the once cheerful little ghost's happiness had gone and run out. No, in spite of thinking he couldn't become any deader, he wanted the ******** out of here.
He wailed at the road, ineffectively, then darted away, not caring who he accidentally passed through.
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