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 Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:13 pm
((HP: 31))
Pegasus and Quail Boy were both on the ground. Normally that would be a good thing, but they were both on the ground together. Attacking Pegasus hadn’t been a particularly bright idea to begin with, but now her guard was at her side. Mica knew that Pegasus needed to be taken out, but her survival instincts were telling her to find another, easier target. In that way it seemed that Painite was braver – or dumber, or more reckless – then her.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:13 pm
HP: 36
The senshi of dreams swayed on her feet, feeling the weight of the useless wing try to pull her to the right, barely catching herself before gravity pulled her to the ground again. She wasn't satisfied, but she couldn't reach the still-flying nega, and she didn't feel like she had enough energy to attack again, not now. Lifting her eyes again, she tried to located Quail, taking a few steps forward, as if that would help her eyes focus. It felt like the blow had done more than just break her bones, her gaze shifting between focused and unfocused, making her even more dizzy. She felt like she wanted to throw up again, but she resisted the urge, quivering a little where she stood. The little diving form wasn't noticed until he was almost on top of her, sucking in a breath and reaching forward to try to catch him, a dry sob escaping her as he hit the ground as well.
No Quail no, don't hurt yourself.
Wavering again, she reached forward as she finally focused on the now-human form of Quail's Eye in front of her, reaching forward to try to pull him to her, spinning around to put herself between him and any would-be attackers.
No.
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Interesting Conversationalist
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cibarium rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:13 pm
HP: 30
((This was done with participant consent / to replace Negas who were prematurely pulled out, with the character at 75% of Biotite + Dioptase's departing HP))
bzzzz
BZZZZZZZ
BZZZZZZZZZZ
An unattractive humming noise sounded from the shadows in the tall grass, stirring some of it in its wake. Captain Uranophane had shown up fashionably late, much to her own distaste, and right upon entering the battlefield she had gotten pummeled relentlessly by a barrage of hail, right at the moment Sailor Castor had vanished. It may or may not have given her a slight concussion. But now that she had come (mostly) to her senses, she had slowly but surely began to cautiously fly at the edges of the battlefield.
With the wings of a god damned cicada. They were unfortunately very fitting for her appearance.
With a grimance of determination on her face, she kept her arms bent at her side and her legs at the ready -- being able to fly meant she didn't have to worry about gravity to deal damage with those boots, and she gave this hypothesis a quick test by aiming a swift kick at Sailor Pegasus.
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Krysin rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:14 pm
HP: 4 - 1 = 3
Nemesis was ready for him this time - she hadn't quite had to fight against a weapon like his before, not in actual battle. The BMC proved to have once again done some good for the Soldier of Decay. She twisted her body to the side, narrowly dodging one section of the pole, though the other landed cruelly on her shoulder. She grimaced, the pain radiating far more intensely than it would if she had been uninjured. Her bleeding shoulder was still kept out of the way, but a wound mirroring the one that now oozed was on the shoulder that HAD been hit.
Tanzanite had done a number on her. "You'll have to do better than that, cocksucker," she taunted, and threw an unhinged punch at Alumo's face. "This'll be your end!"
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Syusaki rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:14 pm
HP: 30-1=29
Feeling something graze against her back, Sinon turned bug-eyed and frantically darted forward. She glanced behind to notice the flying captain. Heart madly pounding in her chest, Sinon placed a gloved hand over it as she silently willed it to calm down. In the end, this entire battle was just a dream! She told herself over and over again. Each time Sinon repeated the phrase she straightened her back more and more, feeling confidence surge in her body. It was all a dream! So why not go all out?
She searched around, aiming for the first person she saw: Bisthumite. “Sinon White Lies!”
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:18 pm
That was that for Bismuthite. Wings caught by the white strings, he was tripped up. Probably would have helped if he had kept both feet planted firmly on the ground but..he could FLY? Why not take advantage of it?
His last words?
"Watch out, Captain. She likes to spray her white stuff. All over you."
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Billy woke up, shook his aching head, went to pee, then popped a couple Tylenol.
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Lithiasaur rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:19 pm
Painite got to her feet and recovered Mr. Saddles. She leaned on it, feeling battered and certain that something was broken. She was breathing heavily, but ready for more. She had to be, at any rate, as there was no backing down from it now.
What was started had to be ended.
She saw Captain Uranophane attack Pegasus and lunged to aid her, gripping Mr. Saddles like a javelin once more. She charged at full speed, or as close to it as she could manage in her beaten condition now, straight for Pegasus.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:21 pm
26 - 6 = 20 HP
What the hell?!
Alumo let out a yelp of pain as he was punched in the face, right in the eye. Everything went black for a few moments as he staggered backwards and out of the way of any extra punches the very un-ladylike Senshi of Decay threw at him. It was very ungraceful of him, and he could feel his insides burning, bloodlust rising in him.
"You've got a big mouth for such a little girl," he growled, not bothering to include that she probably matched up to her loudness with her attacks. She wasn't exactly a princess, was she? More like a warrior. Maybe it was his fault for underestimating her, but now she was going to pay. He was tired of this s**t.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:21 pm
HP: 86
Quail was prepared for a lot of things.
Quail was not prepared for the arms of his beloved Priestess to suddenly wrap around him, their forms turning. He was at first confused. Were they..leaving? Fleeing the battle to let the sides war out until nothing was left?
Then it hit him.
"No! Priestess!"
The boy protested weakly, his little form trying to turn them back around so he'd be the one to take the damage, not her! He was the guard, she had to be protected. Had to be saved.
"You are injured!"
And badly, from her stance and the blood and oh god..what if? What if he lost her?
"Please, no!"
Finally, Quail had broken down. His tough words, screams for all the intruders to leave were done. He was done. The boy continued to pull and struggle to be the shield, not the shielded.
"Please, STOP. Don't! Take me, not her! Don't hurt her, not the Priestess, please!"
He was crying, brown eyes seeking out anyone around and willing them, desperately to listen and just let them be.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:25 pm
Alkaid had withdrawn to catch her breath, her wings beating heavily behind her to keep her aloft. Below her she could see the Priestess trying to shield the bird boy and she almost laughed. Wasn't that a little backwards?
As she felt her breathing begin to calm, she could only smirk at the pair: the priestess fighting to save him and the quail fighting to be back in the line of fire. It seemed neither of them could make up their mind over who would die first. It didn't matter much to Alkaid - whichever died first just made it that much easier to kill the other one.
She was already maneuvering herself to find the best position of attack; they needed to make up their minds quickly.
HP: 50
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The Red Dame rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:26 pm
((HP: 31))
Mica had briefly toyed with the idea of attacking Quail Boy, but Pegasus had moved in front of him, so obviously she wanted to be hit. Besides, there was strength in numbers, and a late Captain Uranophane had literally buzzed in and joined the fray attacking Pegasus. Mica eyed Pegasus’s obviously broken wing then swooped in to try and twist it.
Cheap shots, fighting dirty, kicking people while they were down... yes, Mica was raised well.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:26 pm
HP: 3
"Decay of Breath!"
It was the second time she used her attack without intent to follow up by physically damaging someone. Nemesis was in no condition to throw another good hit - she was exhausted beyond belief, and weak on top of that. Her attack would buy her time, Alumo would be slowly paralyzed for a few precious seconds. It would wear off, of course, but for now it kept him from hitting her so she could catch her breath.
Oh god, she hurt. Where was Pegasus?
"Do you understand now? I could kill you. I could drive the heel of my boot through your chest, and you would not be able to so much as raise your hand in defense. I could kill you whenever I want to." It was a bluff, she had no sharp edge to gut him with.
Oh, if only she did, and had the strength to use it.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:28 pm
HP: 30
Uranophane answered Quail's plea by scowling steadfastly at him, her incessant buzzing tousling her fringe of hair up past her forehead and making her look and sound strangely like some kind of human helicopter. "Because your Priestess -- " and she raised a finger to point for emphasis -- "is a damned traitor. If Elysion is a domain of Earth, and she is its protector, why does she choose to fight alongside the senshi, of all people?!"
She huffed, and returned her arms to her improvised aerial attack stance. "I say she's better off dead. We're on the Earth's side. So are you. Do the math, bird!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:29 pm
((I don't know if I am not too late ? tell me if it is the case))
HP 40
Spica was finaly able to come to Elysion. What took her so long, she was scared to tell the truth, she had met the Negaverse once but she never fought against them since she got her awakening.
She was not able to dream about Elysion, she was only doing nightmare.
But she leveled up already from her weak senshi side and thought about the guardians and the prietress and all the senshi who were fighting.
She was able to come, but she was probably too late ? she didn't know. First she looked around and then try to guessed who was the enemy closer to her.
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x_Nata_x rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:30 pm
HP: 36-10-7= 19 (OH GOD MOUSE WHYYYYY)
Pegasus' ribs were definitely cracked. There may have also been one or two broken -- she couldn't tell.
It didn't matter that she had been holding tightly to Quail, trying so desperately to protect him in the place that was his. It just wasn't fair, in her eyes... she understood that pain, that hatred, that anger and fear and horror and violation. He didn't deserve it, not when he had just remembered who he was, and she didn't want him to pay for her crimes, for her incompetence. But there was nothing she could do. At that first impact of Uranophane's steel-toed boot against her ribs, she heard the impact just as tangibly as she felt the air left her body again, Quail slipped through her grip, and she went flying through the air, hitting the ground with another audible thud as she tumbled through the grass.
She laid there for quite a long time. Much longer than she should have, in a battle such fast-pace. As it was, she was shaking much more visibly as she pushed off the ground with her arms, her right one almost giving out to crash her face back into the ground as she tried to get up. But it seemed the Negas had other plans, seemingly deciding to take her out here and now. Painite's hobby-horse slammed into her again just as she had begun to get up, and she flailed a little to try to grab something, anything of the lieutenant to try to bring her down with her, missing completely.
Oh she was so ******** didn't have time to get up. Rolling over onto her back, ignoring the stabbing pain of her broken wing, she summoned up more of her life's energy into an attack, staring at Uranophane.
The attack was feeble. She couldn't do any better.
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