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Demy-Stardust rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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 Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:10 pm
On his spot on the ground, Scheelite still babbled on about hugs...and awesome things, but mostly hugs.
It was unknown to him that the great youma was dying. The shift of power only registered when he suddenly felt the need to protect it again...though he was still thinking about hugs.
And then suddenly...Captain Scheelite was no more. In the place he had been just seconds before, there was now a tiny Phoenix youma with eyes glowing acid green.
HA, Mister Wiseman...looks like Scheelite got his glowing eyes afterall.
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A Wandering Esper rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:11 pm
What was she doing ?
Why was she thinking about... hugging the senshi ?
UUUUGH.
Well, hugging Schee she didn't mind.
She didn't get to ponder this more than that. Suddenly, the darkness flodded in, consumed her, rushed though her veins like blood.
And Fluorite welcomed every second of it.
The shadows took her, and when they faded, a youma was left behind, and bright pink eyes narrowed.
Fluorite was on the warpath.
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Miliardo Kason rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:11 pm
Sailor Hephaistos slowly stood, the center of his outfit burned and singed, hot chainmail against his flesh.It burned like hell. Stumbling forward he saw the dragon again. That was the problem. His gut flipped suddenly.
He rememered how moments ago he felt good about killing a man, he was confused he was pissed. He raised his hand and hissed. "Liquid Steel." Again the same orb that had killed a negaverse boy moments before was summoned this time flung towards the dragon.
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Marsh the Sex Panda rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:12 pm
Oh shoot! She was being chased. Zanazziite did the first thing that came to mind, run! Her hands stayed gripped around her antlers, and she ran from Scylla, hair whipping out behind her.
Suddenly the warmth was gone, she remembered who she was, who the dragon was. The horrible things she had said...she didn't have time to think about it, still being chased by Scylla.
She felt the energy coming off the dragon and she looked towards it. Oh no, she looked weak. Violet eyes looked around the battle field seeing some of her comrades turning into youma dragons. She hoped that would happen to her, but after a couple moments she was still human.
Glancing over her shoulder at Scylla she checked how close she was. She couldn't keep running forever, suddenly she slid to a halt spinning to face Scylla. "Fine, you want to fight? Let's fight!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:12 pm
And everything went according to plan. Though for a moment as he fell Bellatrix had a moment of hindsight, and hoped that they didn't crack skulls. That would effin hurt. Luckily though it just seemed like things decided to be more awkward than painful. And although she should have been worried about him still trying to kill her, Bellatrix was giggling. All bright eyed, smiles and giggles.
It was odd to see Bellatrix like that. Bell, yes, Bellatrix, no. But then she seemed to...calm. Almost suddenly. And all that came after the giggles as a somewhat wistful sigh. She looked rather happy with herself. Satisfied.
Hello there. Still trying to kill me? No? Good.
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Miliardo Kason rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:12 pm
Merope was right, he had been all along. Death was the only way forward indeed. Stumbling forward she reached for her spear to finish what she had started, only to find it was gone fading back into a feather of black dust. She let out a bit of a hiss and turned to face Merope none the less.
But she stopped.
Suddenly her starseed seemed to shake, turning jet black in her chest, without warning darkness and a cloud of ash burst from her chest clouding her in it's embrace as she let out a howl that sounded more like the large phoenix. When it finally broke with a howl of rage and a blast of fire revealing Hel as a phoenix with bright red eyes.
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and be blue rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:12 pm
His mind cleared, Ilmenite froze with more holy words on his tongue and a stone in his hand, his eyebrows pulling together and mouth going slack. He only had a moment to wonder at what he'd been doing before the transformation began.
It hurt; not just his skin, not just externally, but it hurt all of him, inside and out. Flesh tearing and reshaping, he threw his head back to cry out, his heart aching, the world dimmer around him.
It came out instead as a phoenix's cry.
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The Red Dame rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:13 pm
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endejester rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:13 pm
What the HELL had be been doing? He shook his head to clear it, love... He'd defended LOVE?! Not tonight... not ever again. His hands tightened to white knuckled fists, fingernails, short as they were cut crests into his palms and just for a moment he vanished again, when he strode out again into the crowd from an alley, the transformation, the dropped illusion utterly lost to shadows and chaos of the battle.
He strode back into the Chaos as Zinkenite, they did not need the face of their General Queen, not now... no... Ilmenite, Scheelite... his people needed him just as much.... but what ...what was this strange power that Tanzinite radiated...
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Lilwolfpard rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:13 pm
Just as she was about to say something to Scheelite, suddenly... it was like a veil was lifted from her eyes.
She was..... She was ok! She was normal.
Looking around, they all had the same dazed/jsut waking up look. Leaping back, she dropped Schee's weapon in front of him. God.. the HELL was she smoking?
That was NOT her just now. That was how she would cope.
Thats how she would live.
As she flung objects once again, at the youma phoenix. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU BIG BIRD."
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Krysin rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:13 pm
Nemesis braced herself for the sound, but even steeling herself for the sounds of Alkaid's pain would not be enough. The smell, the sight, those she could handle with nothing more than a grimace. Alkaid's screaming was another thing entirely. It was the final sound that this senshi of both goodness and darkness would ever make. Alkaid would die screaming, a death that was far from peaceful, far from pretty. Perhaps it was a death that did not suit the Corrupted Senshi, but it was a death that was coming for her.
Her fingers wrapped around Alkaid's skull, trying to find a decent grip. But, when all she touched began to rot and decay, it was hard to find a good hold. She held the senshi in place, grimly setting herself to the task. Nemesis' fingers lighted upon the other senshi's rib bones, the final wall of defense and all that separated her heart from Nemesis' greedy fingers.
She looked down at Alkaid, watching the blood coat her fingers, though the hole in the senshi's back was too much for Nemesis to look at right now. It struck her that she may not have enough time to complete the act, and with a soft grunt she tried to force her hand deeper into that cavity. She was so close, and she would make it. Alkaid's heart would be in her grasp within a few seconds.
And then she realized the truth.
She couldn't do it.
Goodness returned to her heart, and with her hands still glowing, she stumbled back from the Corrupted Senshi. Anyone else, Nemesis could kill, would kill if she had to. But... Alkaid was different. Alkaid had been someone important to her, not so much in this life, but in the life before.
If only she knew how important. If only she knew why Alkaid had been there on Nemesis in the past, touring the streets of her city with Nemesis as her loyal guide. She remembered things, of her planet, of herself, and they could not be so easily discarded. The glow over her hands stopped, and in an attempt to escape Alkaid, to escape this horrible situation. Her target switched to the Black Phoenix, and she threw a large chunk of debris at the creature.
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Adghal Popion rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:14 pm
The small creature tilted its head, the defeated tone in the Black Phoenix's cry unsettling him. A fierce rage welled up in its chest, and while he was inspired to see his creator reach within and rise up, he too pissed off to spend too long admiring the great dragon.
At her side, he returned to the battlefield. The oncoming rush of senshis failed to daunt him, instead only feeding into his sense of undying loyalty. Truly, a little part of Unobtainiumucles lived on.
He flew towards one of the attackers, angrily flapping his wings in Hephaistos' face to throw off his aim, belching out harmless puffs of fire.
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Sleet Tempest Snape rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:14 pm
Kizakinite, watched the goings on and wathced Tanzanite. The feelings, the negative ones he'd felt in the past, rushed back. Sweeping away the good thoughts and feelings. It made him want to weep, at there loss, but then he pushed the sadness away. Reminding himself, mentally, that to feel sadness for things like that were futile. It would only hurt him in the end, all over again, when he went home.
Shaking his head he watched Tanzanite. "No...." She wouldn't make it, this was her last fight. He could tell, she seemed so weak. He felt for her, a deep sadness.
(To see if I go birdy)
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Eight rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:15 pm
"Only if I must." He replied simply, but he wasn't quick enough to avoid her own kick. He hit the ground, falling onto his knees with a grunt. No good, dirty...disgusting...they killed innocent people, didn't they? He hopped up to balance himself on one foot, spinning on his heel to swipe his other foot toward 'Laurelite's feet with the intent to send 'her' to the ground. He jumped up after that, hearing the scream and whipping around to find whose it was. Oh, it was one of them. She seemed to be experiencing something...grisly. He winced and forced himself to look away, shaking his head and putting his hand over his face.
Wait..wait, what was he doing?! Gianfar lifted his head sharply with a shocked gasp, looking around at where he was. He was defending a youma?! The same youma that was attacking the city? Their beautiful city? The city the senshi, the civilians, hell the Negaverse called home? Why was he defending that creature?! He looked down at his chest and found the gaping black hole to be gone; he felt whole again, he felt good, he felt right. He was himself again. What had he become before...he couldn't even...
He was defending a youma? And not just any youma but a youma so terrifying? How could he do such a thing? Gianfar snarled with rage and clenched his fists, giving the Black Phoenix a look that didn't even do his anger justice. He was furious. She had tricked him. How dare she. How dare she! He didn't care if she was on top of a building, he saw a piece of her was close enough that if he jumped he could maybe hit her.
And so Gianfar took the chance, breaking off into an immediate run as quickly as his legs would carry him. If he timed this just right...
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endejester rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:15 pm
{{Attempted - Blocking Lyra}}
Zink watched as Ilmenite transformed into a tiny phoenix... no... no had he just lost his Lieutenant to the form of a Yoma too... no...not Scheelite too!...
His chest ached at the thought of it, his head tipped back and for a dangerous moment he stood with nothing more than closed eyes and a daggers ache in his heart, and a firey brand of his broken rib.
Nothing to loose... everything to gain.
He moved towards Lyra with a single minded purpose.
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