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LP generated a random number between
7 and 10 ...
7!
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 Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 12:02 pm
[Order Hourly roll]
Niflhel watched as Polaris shoved him aside and then her and Ares both took to the rafters. There was a clear rage in his eyes as he watched Ares go after Polaris. "Idiot." He muttered. He could find his way up there, he was sure of it but just as he was thinking about a plan of action there was a jab to his back. Whirling around to see another negaverse officer, attempting to jab at him, the Knight moved and aimed to fling the scum elsewhere.
He was trying to judge the hight of the ceiling, if his chain would reach up there. While on occasion he'd used it to swing like spiderman, this was a different idea. It was even more stupid when the fact came that he was thinking about trying to use the chain to climb up to the rafters. Instead and almost unwillingly though he was forced to stay and fight on the ground.
The problem with being focused elsewhere in a battle, than where you're suppose to be, is that it left you open for attacks of a different sort.
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Sunshine Alouette generated a random number between
7 and 10 ...
10!
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 12:08 pm
Order
Valhalla’s wasn’t a good answer, not to Ganymede, not when he thought all of that should have been obvious. He didn’t like taking orders, but sometimes, amidst the chaos, he needed a little direction, and right at that moment he felt a bit too lost in it all to make a good decision on his own.
But now wasn’t the time to argue that. Now wasn’t the time to ask for more. He squeezed Valhalla’s hand back and tried to look through the commotion for any sign of a familiar face.
The smoke didn’t bother him much anymore. He didn’t know if it was because of the make-shift filter or because the smoke and the gases that had erupted in the hall in the beginning were dissipating, but he could breathe a little easier now.
If only he could get himself together long enough to do something other than stand there like a human shield.
He felt sick. His stomach twisted around uncomfortably, his mind racing at the thought of what was happening around him. He could still feel tears in his eyes, and he didn’t bother to waste the energy it would take to struggle not to let them fall.
This was worse than the Surrounding, he decided. There he’d had something big to focus on, something to distract him from the small skirmishes taking place between Nega and Senshi, from the suffering and the dying. Here it seemed as if there were nothing but people, some already fallen, some staggering, others fighting to stay alive, and he was reminded of Elysion, of fields of grass and rocky volcanos and a man reaching for his starseed. He could smell blood through the cloth covering his face, he could hear people screaming, and he flinched with every ‘smack’ or ‘thud’ of another body hitting the ground.
He wasn’t cut out for this. He never had been. Experience hadn’t helped except that it added on to the memories, made this seem like the norm when nothing normal should ever be like this. Power hadn’t helped either, because he could never forget that these people were human long enough for him to use it.
Ganymede pushed back a few more nameless and (due in part to the gas masks covering them) faceless Negaverse officers who had drawn too close. In his head he established an invisible perimeter around the area where he, Valhalla, Aster, Oberon, Hypnos, and Tomlin had sought refuge and protection together, and he focused—for now—on preventing anyone from crossing over that line.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 12:10 pm
There had been a moment of surprise when a hand clamped over her mouth, and her first reaction had been to jerk around as much as possible to get it off, but when she realized it was just Jarosite, she quieted, listening. A moment later, Jarosite had been yelled at by Zinkenite, and…now what was she supposed to do?
She made sure to remain limp in Jarosite’s arms, quietly watching as Zinkenite became distracted with someone else. Well, that was good at least. Finally, the super senshi dared to speak, her voice soft. “Just put me down, Jarosite. I’ll pretend to be…knocked out or dead or something. Or I’ll just get out of here. I don’t want to be here. I don’t know why I decided it was a good idea to even come to the stupid meeting.”
Though…this part wasn’t bad. Just…you know. Just hanging out here. In Jarosite’s arms. It wasn’t completely bad. Though, it wasn’t the ideal situation either. “I don’t think Zink would mind if you just let me go…” She murmured after a few moments to think of if she should say such a thing or not.
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Sleet Tempest Snape generated a random number between
7 and 10 ...
10!
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 12:10 pm
[Chaos side][Hourly roll]Camelot and that shield of his had sent the General back and right onto his a**. He really did hate that shield. Growling he got to his feet just as it seemed Camelot was training his attention on others. How nice of him to do something so stupid and careless, but it was such a nice thing of him to do! It left the blond haired General open to take off and find Kallichore, he really had it out for her tonight.
Seeing who Camelot upset, really how stupid could you get? Going after a General and a General King. Shaking his head he smirked and whispered a good luck, to who was impossible to tell. Howlite and Zink's attacks threw him off his balance and left a ringing in his ears but gathering himself he took off into the smoke their little trinkets had caused. He had a senshi to find.
Grabbing Bazzite on the way, there was no way in hell he was leaving Bazzite behind, he headed off on his hunt. "Stay with me." Over the noise around them he shouted for the pale blue haired Lieutenant to hear him.
Finally he spotted her and another eternal senshi. They were all strung up like some queer pinata, how nice. And he soon saw why also. "Remarque!" Calling loudly to the eternal senshi. "I see you've gotten a few senshi all hung up. Would you mind sharing?" Yes, he was polite. He wouldn't take Kallichore away from the other if Remarque really wanted her. Perhaps they could share though?
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 12:19 pm
[Chaos Hourly Roll!]
There was honestly too much going on. He glanced behind him and saw a princess. Among a few groups of senshi hounding some of the Negaverse, and a whole ******** of Dark Mirror senshi beating on... old teammates from the Blood Moon..? He honestly wasn't sure. Jarosite turned his attention back to Albireo. He chuckled. "Oh I'm sure Zinkenite would have an issue with me just letting you go." He spoke softly and briefly kissed her head.
"Sorry about this, Albi," he said, pulling away from her.
And then he swung to hit her in the back of the head, to knock her out.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 12:23 pm
Remarque probably should have taken off as soon as he made sure Kyanite was going to stand her own, though he was deriving far too much pleasure from watching Kallichore flail about—and hit Chaonis. He was smirking, just about to back up and disappear into the crowd when he heard a familiar voice--this time one he didn't mind. Turning to face Benitoite, a far more satisfied grin spread across Remarque’s face. “By all means, go ahead. Take your pick,” he said, gesturing.
He probably wouldn’t make it two long duking it out with both of them, but if Benitoite had his back and was busy taking on one? Oh, absolutely.
He almost missed Bazzite trailing behind Benitoite, but to see the Negaverse Agent doing all right pleased him; he was glad Benitoite had his back—and could only hope that Mimistrobell was holding up all right. He’d felt bad about leaving her, but in the care of Requiem and Virtus? She had numbers on her side, and he figured she’d be just fine for a few moments.
The strings wouldn’t last for much longer, so Remarque rolled his shoulders and tried to stretch a bit of the ache out of his body. Though he had taken a few good hits already, his endurance had far from withered and his body wasn’t ready to give up or call for a time out just yet.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 12:24 pm
Mesolite looked quite taken aback, and looked at the strange beads, then to the senshi who had…had he thrown them? Well. No matter. This was her time to shine. And hopefully, the beads would be gone by the time she threw a nice punch onto that pretty face.
“Ugh. What a dumb thing to do, Senshi.” She spat, trying to seem angry, but secretly, rather glad that the attack didn’t seem to do any real harm, unlike Monochrome tiger’s…tiger attack thing.
She curled her hand into a fist, then brought the fist towards Athene’s stomach, grinning. “This should teach you to mess with me and my General, buddy. Go back to space where you belong.”
Mesolite only hoped that Painite would approve of this. If not…well…Painite was the one stuck behind the beaded barrier, after all. Sometimes approval didn’t matter.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 12:26 pm
The thrum of battle was intoxicating. It ripped through the room. Some died, some killed, others ran. High in the rafters, Princess Ares continued to battle Princess Polaris, trading blow for blow, but they were not alone. A basic senshi, freshly awoken no more than a month ago, was clinging to one of the metal beams. It was unclear if this senshi had come up here to escape or attack, but the brand-new fighter was in the line of fire. Ares leapt away from Polaris, landing in front of the lone senshi. "You cannot stop me, Polaris. You cannot stop the righteous." Reaching behind her, the Princess of the Dark Parallels grabbed the senshi and tossed the blur of fuku forward -- but not before sending out a corrupting mirror out first. The body of the senshi tumbled head over heels, shattering the energy mirror summoned by Ares, and then landed far away in a corner on the ground below, out of sight, before it was even possible to see who it was. The Dark Mirror Court had just grown one member stronger. "The truth will set you free, Princess," Ares said again -- and then launched herself back at the Princess of Magnetism. -- Below the fray, General-King Zinkenite sensed the surge of dark parallel energy, glancing up to watch the senshi fall from the rafters. He smirked beneath his mask and did his own magic trick. A senshi was attempting to sprint by him, it seemed, perhaps to make an exit. In a swirl of coat, Zinkenite stabbed his fist into the chest of the senshi and squeezed -- but he did not rip out a starseed. Instead, he forced Chaos into that starseed and changed the senshi who had the misfortunate of running too close to him forever. With a flick of his wrist, he cast off the newly corrupted senshi, sending the body flying into a stack of rags. In the haze of battle, it was impossible to even see who it had been. "The forces of Chaos cannot be stopped," he said. Then, as if he had done nothing at all, General-King Zinkenite threw himself back into battle. Quote: WHO WERE THOSE POOR, UNFORTUNATE SOULS??? MAYBE IT WILL BE YOU!GO FIND OUT!
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Indubitably generated a random number between
7 and 10 ...
7!
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 12:30 pm
Their eyes met as they hit the ground and Camelot tried to reason with, plead with, the one officer least likely to be swayed. It wasn't that Howlite hated order (she didn't), she harbored no anger nor grudge, even toward those who had targeted her. The simple fact was that Howlite was a tool. A weapon. She would have fought just as fiercely if she'd been recruited to Order. She had a team, and they'd never given her a reason to doubt that. It was her greatest strength, and, quite possibly, her greatest weakness. You couldn't be a lost soul if you didn't have one to begin with. "This is not a choice," she ground out between bloodied, clenched teeth. The blonde slammed the only weapon available to her forward in an attempt to hit his face. "Wolframite!" She needed a hand and he needed a purpose.
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Lithiasaur generated a random number between
7 and 10 ...
10!
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 12:38 pm
(Order hourly roll)
Chaonis watched as Benitoite arrived on the scene, since he couldn't do much else and was now, for some reason, blaming Kallichore for that. Maybe because she had hit him in the face. Clearly he would not have been in this trap if he had been on his own.
Somehow.
"A friend of yours?" he asked his partner, looking at her though her back was to him now from her struggling. He frowned at it for a moment, then tilted his head and took in what he was looking at. That done, he looked back over at the Dark Senshi and the Negaverse General. There was someone else there, but it did not really matter.
The two big dogs were his main focus.
The strings gave way and the senshi was free. He didn't notice the things going on around the room, as he had other focuses on his mind.
Like getting his feet in order as he charged forward, hand drawn back, his first attack aimed for Remarque. To pay him back for that nice little trap he'd got them caught up into. And for the smack he'd taken to his own face, though that wasn't his fault.
He wasn't about to hit Kallichore for it.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 12:42 pm
Thankfully for Sailor Albali, someone had attacked Zinkenite just as she'd fallen to his feet like a perfectly wrapped package of Order to destroy as he saw fit. She even had all the bells and whistles in the form of ridiculous a**-ribbons! What could be more perfect! Except Albali didn't want to die, didn't want to be a pet senshi of the Negaverse and the insane queen that Lina Knight had talked about, she wanted her queen. The violet-haired young warrior was making her way over towards the queen she was willing to die for if only given the chance when Ares did one of the most unwittingly cruel things she could have done: she corrupted someone at random in front of the entire room.
At random! When Albali had been pleading, all but humbling herself down on her knees to beg for the chance to join and serve, working tirelessly to make herself useful and stronger Ares had grabbed a senshi without even looking to make what was nothing more than an exclamation point in her discussion.
Feeling her breath back up in her lungs, searing with what the young woman knew were going to be stupid, undignified, useless tears the Senshi of Echoes pushed back into the melee, trying to find the first exit. She had no reason to stay now.
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Quicksilver the Archangel generated a random number between
4 and 8 ...
8!
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 12:43 pm
[ORDER]Pasiphae had barely been able to react to what she saw in Sessrumnir's glass before another masked Negaverse agent took a kick at his knee. She tumbled as he did, his grip firm and realy the only thing anchoring her beyond her own desire to protect. He was right. She couldn't protect anyone if she didn't protect herself but... but she mattered so little and everyone else mattered so much. From her somewhat safe situation, she looked. She looked as Harper, her best friend, was saved by a knight with a large shield. She looked as Kallichore and Chaonis--two of her teachers--banded together to search for someone in the smoke. She could not find any longer Valhalla or Ganymede but she prayed for their safety. She looked towards Polaris fighting against the truest monster of the Surrounding--to her mind, at least-- Ares. She had managed to keep her tears somewhat under control up until this point, but she had been pushed too far. The stress of the meeting, combined with the carnage going on around her and the sight of so many of her allies needing help that she couldn't provide? She began to sob, even as she struggled in her protector's grip, surging towards the Senshi of Madness who she had been clustered with up until this point, " Sess... Sessrumnir, no! We have to... they need us! Please... please, Sess..." [Back to studying for me - I'm giving Guine permission to sort of puppet Pasi for a bit, as needed.]
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 1:05 pm
Kyanite was finding it difficult to gain her balance. Fear had set her off, and she had zero experience with this sort of panic. Her legs felt too long for her body. After a few steps, she tripped, landing face-first on the ground. Hands flew to cover her head, but then she heard a voice near her saying, "Go!" The dark-haired lieutenant glanced up to see a senshi -- one of the Dark Mirror ones -- attacking so that she could escape. "T-thanks," she stammered, crawling in the direction that he indicated. The movement was painful. It was not long until she realized that her fall had done something to her ankle -- not to mention the fact that her jaw felt bruised if not broken. Before she could think, yet another Dark Mirror senshi was at her side, offering to help. "My jaw," she said to Virtus. "He punched me and -- it was a lot of blood. I don't know how to tell if it's bad, but... I'm talking. And my ankle too." She didn't mention that the last injury was more or less her own damn fault. Tears spilled down her cheeks. "I swear I'm not this stupid. I'm just really, really new." She sniffled, tried to steady her breathing. Kyanite was by no means a poster child for the strength of the Negaverse.
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Akina Tokuwa generated a random number between
10 and 15 ...
14!
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 1:09 pm
[Chaos Roll]The crystal in Ares' staff glowed hotly, still tingling with the strength of a corruption. She cartwheeled over Polaris' head and kicked the girl squarely in the back. Gray eyes strayed to the masses below. She noticed one of her own -- Remarque -- neatly dealing with two eternal senshi at once. A grin split her lips. She liked to see that kind of initiative and made a mental note to speak to him one-on-one later. There was something else she noticed -- that same Knight from before. "You should call off the Knight," she said to Polaris. "I will kill him if he tries to interrupt our meeting." The tone of her voice made it clear that she was not kidding. In the least.
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litian generated a random number between
4 and 8 ...
5!
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 1:10 pm
order rollIf his ability worked, then Athene had been hoping to take the chance to make a nice strategic retreat and put some distance between the scary Nega with the spear (Painite). The dark-haired senshi knew when he was outclassed, and cogwheel charm wearing lady with the sharp, pointy spear was most definitely it – anyone who take time out of a conversation to stab someone – kill someone so casually was completely out of his league. He’d forgotten about her paperclip-carrying Nega companion (Mesolite), that was until she got into his face angrily about his actions being dumb and balled up a fist. There wasn’t much illusion about what she wanted to do with it either, not when she then swung out at him. Turning, as he tried to awkwardly move backwards, Athene’s only thought was to try and avoid getting punched on top of the cut that he had already received courtesy of spear-wielding Nega and then try and put some distance between the nameless pink-haired Nega and that also nameless 'General buddy' of hers, aka spear Nega, before the spear lady got out of the beads, although with the way his luck was holding it wasn’t looking like he’d be too lucky.
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