Roll 1 = Was Serpe hit with Absolute Harmony? Roll 2 = Did Serpe get hit with Weighted Spear?
Roll 3 = Was Pasi hit with Absolute Harmony? Roll 4 = Did Serpe get hit with Weighted Spear?)
Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 2:42 pm
With her hand on Ganymede's cheek Pasiphae would find that the pale skin beneath her palm was warm to her touch, though Ganymede's face was without color but for the make-up that always appeared with each transformation. Yet Ganymede remained motionless. Even the sound of Pasiphae's beseeching voice and Valhalla and Themiscyra's worried shouting did not cause Ganymede to stir. Her breathing was no longer labored, but shallow; she lay on her side where she'd fallen, one arm awkwardly beneath her, the other draped limply over the ground.
Quicksilver the Archangel
I certainly do not mind a body guard at all! Though she likely won't come to until battle's over! <333
The notes that reached Amethyst's ears had a soothing effect on him, his struggles in his attempt to free himself from the shade's hold weakening along with his resolve, a dreamy expression on his face even as the spear that had narrowly missed Falias hit home and managed to nick the side of his thigh. He winced, the spike of pain momentarily granting him clarity of mind from the sluggishness with which his actions and thoughts momentarily took on, taking a deep breath and leaning forward slightly before he tried to use his weight to force the shade back towards a nearby tree trunk.
It seemed to work somewhat in spite of his apparent lack of momentum, presumably because he had managed to catch it by surprise, the other's hold on him going lax for a bit though its arms did not come away from around his body entirely.
HP: 15/50
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Quicksilver the Archangel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8Total: 8 (1-10)
Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 3:40 pm
Rolling for Damage - out of 10, due to Absolute Harmony Roll Results: Serpentine Roll 1: Was hit with Absolute Harmony (3) Serpentine Roll 2: Didn't get hit with Weighted Spear (3)
Serpentine: 46/50 (-4 from Snow Slip)
The green-and-gold clad Captain ducked immediately to avoid the bladed weapons that suddenly appeared in the Queen's hands. In so doing, he could not avoid the magic - even as he tried to swat the music notes away. His limbs became heavier, slower, and that had an immediate effect on his ability to crack the whip.
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(No damage roll for Pasiphae) Roll Results: Pasiphae Roll 1: Was hit with Absolute Harmony (1) Pasiphae Roll 2: Didn't get hit with Weighted Spear (9)
Pasiphae: 48/50 (-2 from Natron)
Kailey Koreco
Hello tough lady~
Sunshine Alouette
Gonna stick her in a shield
Guine
Val will now forever be boy scout
Pasiphae jumped whenever the page appeared at her side. There were so many players on this battlefield... she was just grateful that, colorful as the new woman was, she had to be a true ally. Most importantly, she wanted to help Ganymede--and that cut through all else as she immediately moved to follow the command. "Yes, thank you... I don't want her to get--Boy Scout?" She did not recognize the name, and it made her pause. They were still having to deal with individual Shades, on top of the enormous Queen?! Maroon eyes narrowed as she looked around for the monochrome version of her ally, and she offered, "Or I can fight it off, while you protect Ganymede? I can put a shield and--"
Glimmering musical notes in silver, pearl, and ebony floated around her head, distracting her. She wanted to do so much, but she could not complete any individual task as her mind jumped from place to place. Her armored friend looked injured--maybe she could help with that? The Shame Senshi tore off the gossamer from her back and offered it to the page because... wounds or... something? It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to concentrate on what was going on around her and that caused a frustrated frown to cross her face.
...why were they moving Ganymede again? Because... because she was injured, yes, but the move was also a huge exertion. Finally getting an arm under the fainted Eternal's arm, Pasiphae felt as though she had been lifting a huge weight. Hadn't she been going to throw a shield? Yes, best do that before it was too late, "*Pasiphae Social Pariah!"
At least now Ganymede would be protected... even if neither her page ally nor herself could touch him any longer.
*--Social Pariah - Defensive A more powerful version of Shameful Isolation, Social Pariah allows the energy shield to exist for a longer period of time, anywhere from 30 seconds to 45 seconds depending on the amount and intensity of attacks absorbed. The energy shield can now activate around one ally; if Sailor Pasiphae chooses to do this, she cannot shield herself. Whoever Sailor Pasiphae shields will find their mobility restricted and unable to attack as long as the shield lasts.
In addition to shielding Sailor Pasiphae or one companion, whenever the weapon/her attacker comes into physical contact with her shield, it induces a deep sensation of shame which can actively affect the enemy for as long as the shield lasts.
NOTE: How each opponent experiences this shame differs based on their personality. For example, a proud warrior might feel shame at attacking a purely defensive opponent, whereas a chivalrous guy might feel shame for attacking a girl.
--Drawbacks - Only works on 1 person Only works for a limited amount of time Reduces mobility, making it impossible to attack as long as the shield lasts Can be broken by a powerful enough attack/multiple lesser attacks
Quicksilver the Archangel
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Whimsical Blue rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 3Total: 5 (2-20)
Whimsical Blue rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10Total: 10 (1-20)
Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 11:11 pm
Though Ida felt her energy flagging from blasting off two arrows, she took heart seeing the shade queen struggling against her attackers. They just had to hold out longer than she did.
The strange, discordant singing she left off hurt and Ida clapped her hands over her ears at the first note, blocking out the waves of sound. She saw colorful notes floating towards her temporary allies and danced to avoid them, the whoosh of the spears alerting her in enough time to dodge those as well. Good, good... now if she could just keep this up...
Grabbing whatever was to hand, in this case another rock, she sent it whizzing towards the queen, wishing she'd get closer to shore again.
Varuna continued to stare at the strange man now that her shade had disappeared for the moment. He felt strange — not quite like a Nega, but still… There was something off about him. She could tell right away that he was of chaos, but… in what respect?
If she’d had enough fight in her, she would have attempted to pull back, unable to trust someone she’d only just met, and especially one chaos aligned… but he did and she could only allow herself to be dragged behind him. Her breathing was heavy from the scuffling, and the attempt at running wasn’t helping much.
She shook her head in response to the man’s question, not knowing what they were either — just that there was a replica of her trying to kill her. But there were suddenly sweet sounding music notes that… no longer had her caring. Her breathing calmed a little, but to shallow sounding gasps as she slumped back to the ground unable to care to stand. Why were they there…?
Had it not been for the stinging pain of the spear that grazed the outside of her upper thigh, she would not have cared if it had hit her, prior to doing so. Once it had, she definitely regretted not being able to more out of its way.
Half heartedly, she reached out to push against the leg of the man who’d helped her before, wanting him to get to safety, her free hand pressed against the new wound on her leg. He was slowly himself down by helping a weakling like her, and she turned to look up at him with imploring eyes, curious, and unable to stop herself from asking, “Would you have killed me…?” Even though her lips continued to move a few words after the last audible, that was all she could force herself to voice before turning away once more, realizing that he had more important things to deal with than her silly questions. Maybe if these weapons didn’t hit her, he’d finish the job?
HP: 6 - 3 = 3/40
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His shade leered at him, its breathing labored now that it had recovered from Ganymede’s attack, but still with seemingly limitless fight in it. He had to get to Ganymede, to see if she was okay and to settle his own nerves.
She was okay, right…? She’d just gotten too tired and passed out and wasn’t fatally injured and dying, right??
Valhalla felt sick and helpless as he made another swing for his clone, watching as it jumped back and out of the way. It couldn’t go on like this for much longer. He needed to find its weakness and get rid of it, as he’d seen Ganymede with hers. And then there was the Queen to deal with, and the rest of the individual shades. Even if there was a way to defeat his clone, there was no way he’d be able to stop long enough to do anything for Ganymede, unless he left the fight now and hoped his presence wasn’t needed.
But he knew he couldn’t do that. Even if he didn’t make much of a difference, what little he did could mean the life or death of someone else.
Music began to play and Valhalla looked up, distracted. It was lovely music, and he felt like he could just… listen to it forever. He stopped chasing after his shade and just stood there, taking in the sounds and sight of the music notes floating around him. It was difficult to concentrate on why he was even there.
A spear flew towards him, and he didn’t notice it until it grazed his hip, cutting through the fabric of his outfit to leave the chainmail revealed. It wasn’t as horrible as it could have been, but he knew that even without being cut up, there would likely be a nasty bruise there.
The impact seemed to snap him back to focus — not entirely, but enough to remember why he was there. Ganymede was hurt, but his clone was still threatening to kill him, and if he didn’t end the fight soon, Ganymede using her attack would be for naught.
HP: 40 - 3 = 37/50
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”Oh,” Oberon nodded in understanding when Metis sort of explained what her attack did. It didn’t sound like she was trying to sugar coat things too much for him, but rather… she might just not know what it did. And being the Senshi of the Third Eye, well… Oberon didn’t even know what that really meant. Something about something he’d read in class came to mind though… maybe it was Homer or something, who knew.
He shook his head when she asked about his magic. “I don’t think that’s a good idea… I uh… I think it motivates people to be more, uh… adventurous.” And by adventurous, that also meant reckless and things that were done with good intentions might get out of hand.
Nearly skewered by the spear that came soaring by, Oberon managed to avoid its full impact, but it still grazed his arm, and he let out a pained sob before stumbling back against a tree. He needed to stop getting hurt… So much for spending the weekend with his older brother.
HP: 22 - 3 = 19/40
Kailey Koreco
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Music notes fluttered through the air, distracting him from what he was doing and was unable to stop the shade from ramming into him, knocking him to the ground. Even though he knew this shade was trying to kill him and others, he couldn’t find it in him to fight back nearly as hard as he had been.
It wasn’t like the shade was stabbing him with a knife or something like that. The spear that landed by his head, nicking his shoulder seemed to jar him enough to push the shade back, throwing a punch with his now functional left arm.
He still felt a little dazed, but he should at least be able to get the shade off him with a bit of effort on his part, and no tricks up the shade’s sleeve.
Metis rose a brow to hear Oberon explain his magic. Feel more.... adventurous? That could still be useful, right? Make the Shade become more daring, more brazen in its attacks... "We might be able to use that to our advantage." They just had to get it to come back out into the open, either way. She scanned the various copper auras around them. With all the movement, it was difficult to tell who was real and who was just... a fake. But she didn't see the little one. "Can you... see it anywhere?" Oberon could actually see, after all. Perhaps he had a better view of the thing?
Her attention had been so focused on finding the Shade... she didn't even notice the spear incoming. Did nothing to stop it till she felt the thing brush past her--after Oberon let out a cry. Moving quickly to his side, she knelt down, hands hovering over him a moment. "How bad is it?" He'd hit the tree, but she couldn't see defined details of any injuries on him. "I'm so sorry, I should have been paying attention." Should she... get him out of there? He kept getting hit, and no way was this a safe place for a child. And his Shade was still out there.... Would she tell anyone older to get out of there? Her empty eyes stared down at him a moment, taking in everything that had happened and was still going on.
Yes, actually. She would.
Pressing her lips together in a thin, grim line, she got back to her feet and held her hand down to him. "We need to get you to cover. Both of you," she added, addressing *********. "Let the others finish this crazy woman off. Your safety is more important right now." Oberon could attack from a distance with rocks for all she cared. So long as he was out of the queen's range.
Metis HP: 40
Lizzy_Moo
Guine
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Themiscyra blinked for a moment at the senshi before her, before her mind caught up with the other's confusion. Had she really said Boy Scout aloud? Oops. "Boy Scout. Valhalla." Could have been worse, she figured. She could have said the source of the nickname. Referring to Valhalla as Superman likely would have gotten an even more confused response. But hey, her mind, her associations.
The Page sent a glare towards her offending Shade, noting with a level of smug awareness that at least the b***h was wobbling around. Sooner she was out, the better. "She's about to go down. If you think you can take her out faster, be my guest, we just need to finish this s**t up--"
Her words tumbled from her mouth in a jumbled slur after that point, lids heavy as the same monochrome notes that hit the red and white senshi also hit her. Uh-oh. Yeah, she was getting.... really sick of. Um.... magic..? That's what she was angry at, right? Her limbs felt heavy, and the idea of trying to get up onto her feet to do... um. Something. The idea just didn't appeal. Nope. Blankly she stared at the ripped bow that was offered towards her. It took her trying to move her injured arm to realize that, hey, that could be useful. Took her even longer to figure out how to haphazardly wrap the material around her injury, mind more than fuzzy in her hope to prevent further damage or movement.
Then there was a thing around Ganymede. Shouldn't she be moving? Themiscyra, that is. But it'd be nice if Ganymede was moving, too. She sort of looked over to where her clone was. She was getting closer. She should... probably get up... um. Soon.
Themiscyra HP: 33
Guine
SUP BOY SCOUT
Quicksilver the Archangel
Themi will nickname everyone. Eventually.
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So she didn't have an answer for him. Great. So much for that. Loke made a small sound, disgruntled by his lack of knowledge. "Whatever. They're trying to kill people, all I need to know." He'd meant that to be assuring to her, that he didn't need to know anything else. Even though the curiosity was nagging him. That she didn't fight him tugging her along didn't occur to him as a possible problem. Sooner they got out of there, sooner she could have a safer place to rest.
Not that he was expecting her to suddenly hit the deck again. Loke stumbled forward, losing his grip on her arm in the process, before whirling around to glare down at her. And notice she was bleeding from a new injury. Stepping back towards her, he wondered if he'd have to actually carry her---only to pause when she pressed her hand against his leg. Pale eyes widened slightly to the contact, before brow furrowed at that question. What..? Had he... done anything to suggest he would?
Yeah he wasn't a smooth talker but... hell. Crouching down, he gave a small shrug and a snort, flickering a smirk her way. "Lady, it's not your fault you got the s**t end of the deal waking up White Moon. No reason for me to kill you over that. 'Sides. I ain't into wasting energy trying to save someone I'd just kill anyways. Too much effort." Glancing down at her injury, he frowned again. "Think you can get back up? Otherwise I'm gonna have to carry you." Not that he figured she had the energy to tell him off, even if she wanted to. But hey, he was trying to not be a complete asshat here.
Finsternis laughed as her opposition seemed to be weakening, some passing out right on the field needing other to protect them from her fairies who sought to phase out their meager existences. Her eyes sparkled with somewhat renewed vigor her confidence exceeded its already ridiculous levels.
She frowned as an apple came soaring through the air interrupting her maniacal laughter landing on her foot. She bent down to pick up the offending thing to throw it back where it came from and watched as it rolled away, and she followed and it rolled once more before she kicked the offending thing away and glared out over the ensuing battle.
The distraction the small distraction was enough, a stick hit her on the shoulder and the queen did not see the incoming music notes, but she felt the effect. As her heart sped up and she felt she could function. She was going to loose, but she couldn't. She looked around wildly, eyes wide and panicked.
In her panicked state she was unfocused and a mace came flying right at her. It hit her square in the stomach and knocked her back on the water with a small splash. She clamored to her feet violently only to have a rock bounce of her head.
She was screaming out from, "be relentless. Looks how weak they are! Take over the ones that lie still on the ground! Make the SCRAMBLE!"
She was hit with yet another rock and she further screamed, "Pixie Dust," tossing the dust out over the feild, watch as people began to float! She grinned further, jumping forward, "GLORIOUS WHITE TIGER."
Finsternis Attack
Character: Eternal Sailor Tsui Power description: Eternal Sailor Attack: Glorious White Tiger. The energy that SailorTsui’s been collecting not only envelops her fists, but has migrated to her legs as well, and her charge is even more ferocious than ever. She starts her assault with a powerful lunge forward, adding momentum to her strike, followed by her signature Tiger Fist motion, striking downward in an X motion and knocking the enemy back even further if she is able to connect, and she uses the last bit of her energy to leap backwards to add further distance between them. Like her Super attack, she is able to aim at specific limbs and can physically stun the limb, preventing the opponent from using that limb for ten seconds. She puts absolutely everything into the attack, hoping to incapacitate or greatly weaken the enemy as she will be completely drained of power and left vulnerable for ten seconds after the blow.
*Knocks enemy back by 4 feet *Chance to physically stun enemy for 10 seconds *Can attack twice per battle
Roll 10 sided die, odds are hit, evens are miss. [This is the one that does damage!]
Character: Sailor Disneya Power descriptionrazzixie Dust! Disneya would fling a handful of dust at the enemy/ally. The dust itself is pale golden white, and faintly glowing gold. When a person is under the effects of this attack, their body is sprinkling dust, much like this.
Effect: The person under effect of this attack will float about two or three feet off of the ground. They are otherwise in complete control of their motor functions. they are still subject to the laws of force ( Accept for force applied downward ) so if they were struck/hit in this state, they would drift in whatever direction the force pushes them in. In theory this means if they were close enough to a wall they could push themselves away from it, or grab hold of someone on their team and be moved. They are still fully able to attack and use their own magic. If used on herself, she can move in whatever direction she chose. When it wears off, they float slowly back to the ground.
Roll a 10 sided die, odds are hit, evens are miss!
*Please bold all attacks on the queen and the shades.
Maybe he had spoken reassurance to Nysa too soon, given the next salvo of stolen attacks that the Shade Queen had up her sleeves.
Athene had gotten used to the ranting, had come to pretty much expect it given the fact that the Shade Queen seemed to have been ranting, sometimes at volume, pretty much from the start. He hadn't been expecting either of the attacks that came in his direction.
The ranting he'd expected, she'd been ranting pretty much from the start, or least since he first reached the scene, however Athene hadn't been expecting either of the two attacks that she lauched in their direction. The dust attack had hit first, startlement flickering across his face as he started to float off the ground, although he somehow managed to hold onto the trash can lid.
And then his eyes widened as he heard the words of the attack she used next, the weird floating thing he had going on making it impossible to dodge as she sent the eternal level attack of another of his fellow PSSG team mates in his direction.
The trash can lid dropped from suddenly nerveless fingers as the attack hit Athene full on and fell in the direction of the Shade that he'd earlier whapped. For his own part Athene found the breath leaving him in a rush as his floating self was forcefully knocked back and away from Pysche and Nysa, ironically sending him closer to where the Shade Queen was by the lake.
Although Falias had been able to avoid the spear that had come flying in his direction he was unable to avoid the Shade Queen's next salvo, some sort of weird dust that had him floating off his feet.
He'd been trying to swing out at the Shade that had gone after Amethyst when the stuff hit, turning what had supposed to be a punch into more a tap as his feet refused to acknowledge his mental commands to just stay on the damned ground already so it was just as well that the other managed to force the thing backwards into a tree trunk.
And then the Shade Queen's second stolen attack had hit, the force sending him floating backwards at speed towards both Lieutenant and clone, Falias had enough present of mind to manage to sort of clip the pair instead hitting them dead on, although the move cost him as he knocked into a nearby tree instead, and crumpled as the breath was forcibly knocked from him and dizziness set in. He perhaps would have tumbled in a heap for the second time that day, but the magic of the weird floating was still in effect and it kept him off the ground at least for now.
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