Avior only let out a soft grunt as the youma's body collided once again with his own, sending him flying into a mirror behind him. This time, the mirror he had hit shattered as his body smashed into it, with the point of contact sending cracks in all directions, before falling to the ground. He could feel a few of the pieces stab into him, slicing his back open in several places.
"B-Build that wall!" His voice was quiet, as he slipped to the ground, giving it a light punch. As small and insignificant of a punch it was, it did what it needed to do; from the ground before him sprung up a wall between him and the monster. It angrily began to tackle the barrier, snarling as it continued to try to destroy him.
The wall wouldn't hold for long, But Avior made no motion to move. For the first time, he had gotten hurt in a fight, not just hurt, but bleeding, his blood was on the mirror behind him, on his shirt, on his hands, and he was in a state of shock. So far in this time he had been a senshi, he figured it was all a game, having never been subjected to a danger as significant as this!
Avior tried to pull himself together, he wouldn't allow himself to freak out just yet! But the blood that he saw soaking through his shirt in the other mirrors.. He began to panic! He was going to die here, he just couldn't win!
A voice reached him, not too far away, perhaps just around a bend.. It was most likely a civilian, who had heard the crashes.. Even if he ended up dying, he wouldn't allow someone else to get hurt!
"RUN AWAY!" His cry came out panicked, a few octaves higher than he normally sounded. "THIS THING WILL KILL YOU, JUST RUN!!"
Hopefully, whoever was out there, would be able to get away.. Just a few more seconds, then he would try out a new strategy. If he could not defeat it, maybe he could atleast trap it..
First Encounter Roll: 3 - Youma Attack (No bonus) First attack roll: 5 - Defensive Force! Second attack roll: 3 - Youma Attack! (Damage to self!) Third attack roll: 4 - Defensive Force!
Second Encounter Roll (Enemy not defeated within 3 Atacks: 7 (No Additional Bonus) First attack roll: 2 - Youma attack! (Damage to self!)
It wasn't often that Dahlia got an advantage like this, that she herself could go after anything larger then her. And she would not let her hunting skills go to waste given circumstance. Oh how she wished she could take energy or better yet, those pretty little starseeds. But at the very least she could immobilize.
Her ears twitched, shifting to help decipher exactly where the sound of tentative steps was coming from, stalking behind the nervous woman when she finally found her. It was the perfect situation, the woman's skirt the perfect opportunity. With a lurch Dahlia bolted forward, digging her claws as deeply and furiously as she could manage into the calves and ankles of the poor woman. And she kicked and clawed again and again and again as the woman screamed and tried to spin and knock her attacker away, digging her teeth in for extra stability.
It wasn't until the woman finally collapsed to the ground, from the injuries to her legs that Dahlia finally let go, circling the woman menacingly with blood tinging her cream fur. The glowing reflection of the feline's eyes probably did not help calm the woman at all as she tried to crawl away.
"Somebody come finish this one off." She called out finally, briskly, her tail flicking back and forth mildly.
Pharos stood facing the youma or at least she thought she was. It wasn't close enough to her for her to really be certain and every movement it made was reflected in all the mirrors. To say she was slightly confused was an understatement.
The youma jumped at her and she quickly found she was wrong as to it's position as she was slammed into a mirror on her left when the youma attack from her right.
She groaned feeling the ache that left her know she would have a bruise in the morning. The mirror was cracked and Pharos was lucky not to recieve a cut or have it come crashing down on her, but she might not be so lucky the next time. She scrambled to her feet squaring off with the creature once more her face the picture of determination. She needed to be done with the creature and find the other that were in the mirror house. Where had Ricky, Isha, and Marlin disappeared off to?
Roll 1: Youma attack, no bonus: 5 Roll 2: Youma attack, no fairing well: 2
No ally had come immediately to her call, much to her dismay, but she also didn't really expect her victim to get very far away. So when another hapless civilian happened to stumble into the area Dahlia slunk low and stealthily around him, before leaping up at his shoulders.
The sudden weight and surprise caused the man to lurch forward with a yelp, hands slapping and grabbing. One hand grabbed her fluffy tail causing her to yowl in anger and pain, claws digging in the side of the man's neck as she tried to wrench it free. At last he released, only secondss before he crashed into the mirror in front of him as he tried to flee. Dahlia leapt away as the man fell backwards, almost comically knocked out, tiny pieces of mirror glass falling to blanket the man who, at least for the time being lay unconcious on the floor.
Dahlia stood nearby, eyeing both her victims with pleased delight with herself. Lifting a paw to lick away some of the crimson liquid staining her beautiful white fur she called out once more, her voice all the more demanding this time. "Would someone capable of putting their hand in a chest get over here? Like.. right now." What did a girl have to do to get a little help?
((Boost roll - 9 Attack roll 1 - 16 + 5 = 21 Attack roll 2 - 20 + 5 = 25 ))
Sylent Nyte generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
17!
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 1:18 pm
The lack of ability to rip one's starseed from their chest is one of the biggest things that Leto felt she was missing out on in comparison to her Negaverse counterparts.
But energy draining? That was something she could do, and do well. With the flick of her wrist, her black velvet pouch filled with her shards slipped out from her wrist bracer. She took a deep breath, silently prayed to the Black Mirror gods that her Wraiths wouldn't go rogue, and pulled out her three mirror shards. Spreading her palm, she summoned all three at once and sent them at the nearest civilians to her.
Apparently tonight luck was on her side as she moved through the House of Mirrors, avoiding any unnceccessary mirrorwalking to save her own energy, and her Wraiths passing through civilians while weaving around her.
For now, her wraiths were actually on her side.
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First Encounter Roll: 5 (no boost) First Attack Roll: 17
((Anyone can feel free to come across Leto and/or her Wraiths!))
litian rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9Total: 9 (1-10)
Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 1:22 pm
“I won’t let you face that thing alone” Falias told the voice telling him to run away.
Camelot had told he that he apparently had a duty to get rid of these youma things and besides it wouldn’t have been right to let the other alone to deal with it – he’d been lucky enough to have Camelot’s help that night that the youma hounds had attacked him.
Although Falias doubted that whacking it with the mistletoe would do much good. No he needed something stronger, something… His eyes landed on one of the mirrors. Something like that.
Silently apologising for the damage he was about to cause Falias wrapped his fist as best he could with the fabric of his tunic top before punching one of the mirrors as hard as he could. It took three blows before the glass shattered and he tried very hard not to think about certain saying involving broken mirrors and bad luck.
Gingerly picking up the biggest shard of glass with the tunic to serve as a sort of barrier between the sharp edges and his hand Falias swung at the youma, just as the thing decided to check out the noise and the Page behind it.
He got lucky and his blow was enough to cause the thing to explode into dust.
Falias just hoped that his luck continued to hold. He could do without seven years' worth of bad luck tumbling down on his head.
Cooro Cooro
Total: 31
Page 1, roll 1: Got the drop on a youma (+5 bonus to next roll) Page 1, roll 2: Managed to dust youma Page 2, roll 3: Youma engaged on level playing field Page 3, roll 4: Critical hit, managed to dust youma -------------------------------------------------------------------- 1 Senshi helped out (Avior) 2 Youma dusted
((I asked and was given permission by Lith to have a NPC Nega assist Dahlia.))
Dahlia
Finally someone appeared, the young Lt. coming around the corner. He paused, as if trying to make sure that there actually was a turn and not just some illusion of the mirrors before finally making it towards the cat and the two people the feline seemed to be guarding.
"Ahh, there you are!" She purred, all the more delighted in her sucess. "Take their star seeds please."
"I've been doing your job for you." She teased, with a flick of a tail before running off again, no need for her to linger.
Her paw pads kept her almost silent as she snuck up on the next civilian, this time simply darting through the lady's legs, before circling them over and over. A swift kick to the ribs was enough to make her lose her breath for a brief moment, but in the end it didn't matter. The lady tripped over the cat wrapping it's way around her feet, and as she fell forward Dahlia pounced up onto her back, as if trying to hold the woman down as she tried to get up or move away.
Oh.. a youma? Stepping back, Dahlia retreated once more leaving her prize behind her. Feeding a youma wasn't the same as getting a starseed, but it was a success nonetheless for their team. After all, those nasty monsters had to eat.
((Boost roll - 9 Attack roll 1 - 16 + 5 = 21 Attack roll 2 - 20 + 5 = 25 Attack roll 3 - 13 + 5 = 18 ))
((Just rolling my boost roll for when I come home from work tonight. I won't be able to post again for at least 5 or 6 hours but Dahlia will be happy to interact with enemies or allies if people want. :3 ))
((Boost roll - 9 Attack roll 1 - 16 + 5 = 21 Attack roll 2 - 20 + 5 = 25 Attack roll 3 - 13 + 5 = 18 Boost roll - 7 - no addition or subtraction ))
ATh e a r t rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 2:35 pm
"Enclosed spaces are just wonderful... Especially if there are so many mirrors around..."
Mimi watched as her magic took effect on the Eternal Senshi. She watched as she dropped to the floor and could move. It caused Mimi to laugh quite menacingly. If her parents knew what she was up to, there was no doubt they wouldn't be pleased. Though she was for sure Ares would be.
Disappearing through a mirror, she reappeared through another and gave another unsuspecting civilian a push, this time towards one of the Senshi's protective shields, wondering what the effect was. Nothing visible seemed to be happening, but Mimi would not risk going near someone that had it, instead, she chose to go back to the Eternal Senshi.
She went into one mirror and stuck out her upper torso above where the Senshi was sitting. Mimi wrapped her arms around the girl's neck and whispered in her ear. "Why wouldn't I say join us? It would be more than easy to take your starseed now, but that's not something I can do... Would you rather be a Corrupt Senshi or a DMS? We don't have those holes that the Corrupt do."
Mimi continued to hug and tease the Eternal Senshi while she could. "Come on... It'll be fun! You can see I haven't taken any energy from anyone or any star seeds. We're not all here for that purpose." Though she had to admit, Mimi was here more for fun and to tease than anything.
(( Rolls: 9, 3, 8 ))
Quicksilver the Archangel
Quicksilver the Archangel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-10)
Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 3:21 pm
ATh e a r t
Some strength was returning to her limbs, and Pasiphae knew exactly what to use it on. Her gloved fingers wrapped around Mimistrobell's arm and tried to pry the possessive grip away. At present, it was still too much of an effort... but the Eternal bit her lip and continued to try. She was not a touchy-feely person on the best of days. Embraces were hard to those she loved. How much less, then, did she want to be interlocked with a DMC who whispered promises of fun in the darkness?
Her body may have lacked strength, but her spirits were unaffected by magic. They were certainly bruised. This made the third Dark Moon Senshi to reach out to her, to try and get her to leave her duty... to abandon her friends. Increasingly, she wondered if Carnelian was not right. Was there... something wrong with her? But bruises reflected blows withstood--healing, but withstood. And Pasiphae withstood this latest assault as well as she grunted, "Refused... Remarque, Virtus... Carnelian... Euclase. Will always... always refuse!"
If not for herself, then for those that relied on her. Her vision was returning to normal as well, and all she saw made a ball of steel form in her stomach. Too many people getting hurt... too many Senshi fighting, despite being outnumbered, despite their fear. If they could press on... then so would she!
[Roll 1: 3 (Do Not Add Bonuses) Roll 2: 4 (Small Injury - Youma) Roll 3: 4 (Small Injury - Youma Roll 4: 3 (Small Injury - Kicked Mimi)
Roll 5: 1 (-5 Next Roll) Roll 6: 3 (8-5 = 3; Small Injury - Used to crack a mirror) Roll 7: 0 (5-5 = 0; Failure to escape Mimi's grasp]
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 4:39 pm
Just like that, the one who had called out shattered the youma before him with a single blow. Such strength was simply outstanding, and it left Avior in awe, rendering him motionless as he watched the dust that was the creature fade away, and behind it emerged
"Thank you.. I thought I was going to.. Um.. Well, no, Thank you." He pulled himself up, bracing himself against a different mirror, right next to the one he had shattered only days moments before. Dull pieces of glass stuck to his hands and clothes, most not doing any damage, not any more. But it still ached, each time he shifted.
"I can still fight. Greetings can be made later, we need to keep going, I don't know what it is.. But this situation is just not safe, it's terrible, and we need to get the Civilians out of here." He didn't care who they were. He didn't care if they were good people or bad people. No one deserved to have such a fate as to die by such creatures.. Or even worse, their so called enemies on the Negaverse side.
"C-come on.." With his hand pressed up against the left side of the mirrors, he began to walk slowly, but with confidence. Next time there will be no hesitation. This isn't a game at anymore. It never was.
First Encounter Roll: 3 - Youma Attack (No bonus) First attack roll: 5 - Defensive Force! Second attack roll: 3 - Youma Attack! (Damage to self!) Third attack roll: 4 - Defensive Force!
Second Encounter Roll (Enemy not defeated within 3 Atacks: 7 (No Additional Bonus) First attack roll: 2 - Youma attack! (Damage to self!)
litian
I'm not going to roll this time! smile You can if you'd like, and I can go ahead and join ya after!
Aqua Drageen generated a random number between
1 and 10 ...
4!
Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 7:58 pm
Fresh off of her "kill," Sailor Nyx didn't leave a moment to rest. (Though, there was a mental note to sit on her laurels later.) The clingy darkness of the maze still hid plenty of youma, if the screams and crashing mirrors were anything to go by. She couldn't depend on having a lucky break again. Something small and close to the ground caught her sight. Was that a fluffy tail? The energy signature was no doubt chaos, but it didn't seem to be a youma. Curious as much as she was cautious, Nyx merely observed the creature for a short while.
Then, she realized it. A corrupted guardian cat?! Her memories brought up Zirconia, the Parallel Court cat for want of having never seen the real article. A twisted feline born to destroy futures, to break starseeds that she had only heard of in whispers and passing comments.
A loud crunch of glass beneath her boot announced that Nyx had stalled too long!
[Boost Roll: No boost.]
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litian generated a random number between
1 and 10 ...
4!
It had been on the tip of Falias’ tongue to ask the weirdly dressed guy if he was okay, but the other had started speaking before he could get the words further than the tip of his tongue.
Falias wasn’t sure about the still fight part but he agreed with the other on the not safe part – because it wasn’t safe here – not if there were more of those youma things in here with them.
His thoughts turned to Ricky and the kid as he followed after the other “You wouldn’t have happened to see two blonds around by any chance? A guy and a…” the words tailed off as Falias thought he saw a glint off a mirrored pane, about to dismiss it as nothing –at least until he saw it the glint once and twice again, realised it was glinting off something scaled.
“To our left” he warned, still holding onto the shard of glass that he’d used to dust the other youma. “Something’s coming our way.”
And Falias doubted it was friendly. It was a doubt that was to prove right as the youma appeared, its scaly head staring at them for but a moment before it charged at them.
Cooro Cooro
Will roll for Falias after your post
Total: 35
Page 1, roll 1: Got the drop on a youma (+5 bonus to next roll) Page 1, roll 2: Managed to dust youma Page 2, roll 3: Youma engaged on level playing field Page 3, roll 4: Critical hit, managed to dust youma Page 3, roll 5: Youma engaged on level playing field -------------------------------------------------------------------- 1 Senshi helped out (Avior) 2 Youma dusted
