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 Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:02 pm
There were a whole host of things Hvergelmir didn't like about this situation. Most of all, she didn't like the urgency of it -- they'd been thrown together with such immediacy, they found themselves under attack before they could scarcely get their wits about them or take any kind of inventory. There was no time to spare to hug Chariklo, or even to worry about where Avalon was apparently located and the trouble she was in; Hvergelmir was just in the middle of giggling delightedly at Tantalus's charming gesture when the monsters were upon them, snarling and offering a chanted threat. Nervous, she fell back into Babylon's shadow, where she tended to feel safe, keeping the familiar Dark Mirror senshi also in view. The best place for her to be, she was usually fairly certain, was in the center of a group, with better fighters out in front. A terrible and inexperienced combatant, Hvergelmir was just as likely to be in the way of her comrades as she was to be of any use to them. That aside, her magic was unwiedly in a group -- she stood a good chance of blinding her allies if they didn't keep their backs to her while she was casting it. She was bound to be useless in a fight, she was sure. As a fighter, she was a rank amateur. She wasn't sure how she could really contribute. Maybe, she thought, wracking her brain, she could provide some... strategy? At least? "If anyone has a, like a ranged spell or a weapon -- could you guys concentrate on the gryphony one? Try to make it keep its distance, if you can." She summoned her staff to hand, for what good it might do her, and settled in to wait. Better fighters would surely take the lead and make more of an impact.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:05 pm
It seemed she was a slave to the Code. If it wanted her some where and she heard the call, she had no way of denying it. Often time she really wished she could. But that was not this particular day.
Bifrost stood at the back of the pack, wondering where the hell she was. It wasn't Mars, it wasn't the Surrounding. The idle talk told her they were in England, on Avalon. The wonder Avalon? If it was... why did it feel so.... There was a word for it, surely, the way the area made her feel like she was vibrating.
She didn't have much time to worry about it as a collection of youma came around the buildings. She cracked her knuckles, unwinding the metal rope of her right arm. She was a defensive knight, and some how knew her rope would not be very effective against the youma. But she could give a barrier as necessary. Now to just wait for an opportune time.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:22 pm
Falias nodded at the red-haired senshi that had given her name as Phact "I'm fine..." he started and then his voice trailed off in startled surprise as he heard another voice hail him by name. Half turning he spotted a Cosmos Knight and then realised that he recognised said Cosmos Knight. She'd been there at Mistral and there at Babylon. She'd been there too when the Code had summoned them to Olympus two months back.
He gave the Cosmos Knight a slight nod and then turned back towards the red-eyed senshi, only to find himself turning back round in surprise at the approaching chaotic auras - chaotic auras of the Dark Mirror variety.
Falias' feelings towards the Dark Mirror court were complicated and coloured by his encounter with one of their supers - a senshi by the name of Al-Janah who on their first meeting had tried to kill him. But they were also coloured by an encounter with a pink-haired senshi belonging to their Court, one who he had met whilst he was a page and she was a base senshi and who had saved his life despite having every right not to given that he had been one of the Order members who had gone along with the Negaverse General who had gone by WP, who had been willing to help WP take down the Court because of the fear and humiliation that Al-Janah had made him feel and the knowledge that some members of their Court were knight-killers...
In short super complicated.
He had no idea what the Dark Mirror Court were even doing here, but he recognised the Eternal senshi with the Super senshi as being the Super senshi who had launched her attack at him when he'd gone after the pink-haired senshi who had eventually ended up saving his life.
And then he had other things to worry about in the form of the youma that turned up on the scene and told them to leave, including one that was a veritable giant and not giant in the way that the Captain that had been in that burning warehouse had been.
He eyed the rest of the youma and then after a sigh summoned his weapon, the mistletoe-wrapped wand of ash that the mistletoe that had been his Page weapon had changed into when he upgraded to Squire.
He eyed the youma pack again and then tucked the wand into his pocket.
It wasn't the first time that he'd felt screwed over by the Cosmos and it wouldn't be the last time.
He'd looked about to see if he could find something that would make for a better weapon deciding that he'd have to worry about the Dark Mirror senshi presence later in the face of the more immediate problem of the youma.
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shibrogane rolled 4 12-sided dice:
7, 3, 5, 8
Total: 23 (4-48)
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:36 pm
Feline Youma Ser Pounce is targeting Eternal Sailor Chariklo! [7dmg] Ser Pounce takes exception to Chariklo's spirited greetings. Rather than waiting for some command from the masked youma that seems to be in charge of the group, it threads its way through the massed knights and senshi to claw at Chariklo's calves. Masked Youma Kevan is targeting Squire Palatine! [3dmg] The masked thing lunges forward, razor-sharp crystalline arms extended for a fatal embrace. Its attention rests on the one who spoke to it most often--Palatine. "Leave!" Griffon Youma Clare is targeting Page Ba Sing Se!! [5dmg] Taking its cues from the cat, the griffon lets out an ear-splitting yell and rears onto its catlike hind paws. A mighty flap of its wings sends a gust of air at Ba Sing Se, for no particular reason. Maybe Clare doesn't like his cabbage? I don't know. It's a youma. Massive Youma Jessel is targeting Squire Bifrost, Squire Falias, and Knight Hvergelmir! [8dmg each] The massive youma takes a step forward, knocking down a wall of stone with one negligent swing. It balls its hands together, high over its head, and brings the interlocked fists down on the center of the group with a cataclysmic bang!
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eldritch stardust rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:48 pm
Eternal Sailor Chariklo - 200HP - 7 damage = 193HP: Targeting Feline Youma Ser Pounce for 7 damage
The swipe of claws along her calf cause the tall Eternal to give a startled and pained yelp. Spinning around, she spied the cat thing and without thinking, aimed a kick right at it's ugly goddamn face.
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frayedflower rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:51 pm
Page Ba Sing Sei - 195 HP - Targeting Griffon Youma Clare for 4 damage!
Ba Sing Sei heard something from the impossible ball gown wearing woman about attacking the griffon -- no sooner did he heard that then did the griffon set its stupid sights directly on him, barely giving the page enough time to gulp before he was sent flying with a gust of wind. He barely managed to hold onto his cabbage for all the good it did it, and wildly, he scrambled to grab whatever he could find (it turned out to be a rock) to chuck back at the creature. "YES! For god's sakes, please attack the damned griffon!!"
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Sunshine Alouette rolled 1 12-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-12)
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 3:21 pm
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Shazari rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 3:22 pm
Hvergelmir Knight - 200 HP - 8 HP = 192 HP - targeting Feline Youma Ser Pounce for 7 damage!The youma suddenly all attacked at once. Hvergelmir felt, watching the onrush of them, as though she were riding a rollercoaster and they'd just taken the first drop -- she was weightless with the feeling of her stomach left a hundred feet behind. Fear froze her in place. The huge, black-nailed youma charged them, and too late -- distracted by the falling debris from one of its casual arm-movements against a building -- she made to dodge. Unfortunately, the group of them were bunched closed together, which made it hard to find a place to fling herself -- and when she did, her foot caught badly on a few broken cobblestones and she went flying, thrown further by the harsh shockwave of the creature's fist striking the ground. Her ankle stung, and there was blood running down the outside of her thigh -- not a promising start to a battle. She looked around to find Falias and Bifrost nearby, similarly not having fared very well. Doing what she normally did when faced with youma, Hvergelmir scrambled to improvise. Digging her nails into the mud and loose rock, she pried up one of the broken bricks that she'd fallen on, one streaked with a spattered line of her own blood, and got to her feet with it. The giant youma was a giant problem, she decided. Her own fighting skills were probably not much use against something of that size, and she doubted a single brick could do much damage either. But maybe they could use its size against it. If it was big enough to hit three of them at once, it was probably too big not to hit one of its own allies if they got too close -- or so she hoped. Rather than pitching her rock at the very easy, very hittable target right in front of her -- the giant -- Hvergelmir turned and chucked it at the nearby, felinoid youma. " Hey, Puss in Boots!" she shouted. " Over here, you ugly, overgrown housecat!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 3:31 pm
Squire Palatine – 150 – 3 = 147 HP – Attacking Masked Youma Kevan for 10 damage! Palatine wasn't one for chit-chat, preferring to get down to business rather than take the time necessary to exchange pleasantries. While the others mingled and introduced themselves, Palatine readied herself for the battle to come, dropping to a defensive position as soon as the youma appeared. The masked one was intent on them leaving. Palatine chose to view it as the leader of the pack, seeing as it was the only one who spoke.
The youma charged her, tearing a chunk of the sleeve of her jacket and scraping at the skin beneath, drawing just a hint of blood.
“Son of a b***h,” Palatine muttered. She brought her hand to her arm to stem the flow of blood, but it didn't appear too severe.
“Trust me, you ******** p***k, I'd leave if I could,” she growled, and lashed out with a strong kick to the youma's lower half, attempting to trip it up and take it to the ground. “Not my idea of a quiet Sunday night, let me tell you. I've got better things to do than deal with you and your kind.”
She still didn't know what youma were even doing at a knight's wonder. What the hell was going on?
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Sami-Fire rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 3:37 pm
Health: 100, attacking Massive Youma Jessel for 5 damage"Oh shi-" Glitnir didn't even have time to complete his shocked expletive before the massive youma's fists came down right in the middle of the group, nearly knocking him off his feet. He was not positioned to take the blow and all the youma seemed to pass him over... but those who had taken blows appeared to be worse for wear. A glance over in some direction led him to notice Hvergelmir, already wounded, and that set something on fire in his head. Was he really going to do what he was thinking about doing? Oh, you bet he was. Running up to the legs of the massive youma, he spun his scales around to give them some momentum and then swung them into one of the beast's legs. It... did something. He wasn't quite sure how much it did, but it was something. Probably.
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Guine rolled 1 12-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-12)
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 3:42 pm
Oberon — 150HP: Targeting Griffon Youma Clare for 11 damage!
At first Oberon thought he was dreaming, because why would he suddenly be outside when he was just comfortably in his bed? There was no forecast for rain, and yet the skies looked dark and ominous. Voices drew his attention, pulling him from his confusion, but it was the auras that had him realizing this was not a dream at all.
Instead, people were already fighting — defending themselves as they tried to push Chaos back. The young senshi stumbled on loose cobblestone as he made himself move forward. He didn’t know what he could do, but he was going to help in any way he could.
“Look out!” Oberon called to the page he didn’t know, leaping towards the winged youma to give it a kick, all the while trying to avoid its talons… and beak. “You okay?” he huffed as he tumbled backwards and scrambled back to his feet. He didn’t seem to have done a lot of damage, but hopefully two on one was better than just the page fighting by himself! Even if the man was a lot older than him, it didn’t do well to fight on your own!
“I’ll save you the trouble,” he held up his hand to the Page before he could say anything, already looking exasperated. “I may look young, but I’m obviously more experienced than you with all this. My name is Oberon and if you treat me like a child, I’ll act like one and kick you in the shin. Now that that’s out of the way, if you distract it, I’ll kick its a**,” he said, rolling up his already short sleeve to prepare himself.
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Sirene Naiads rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 3:42 pm
Sailor Phact: 100HP– Attacking Masked Youma Kevan for 8 damage!
There was no time for much response. Needless to say, had she not known youma and dark moon senshi not to get along, she almost would have claimed this timing to be....too perfect. Lure them in and then attack when their backs are turned.
Well, she would figure that out later...
"Need a hand?" Phact snapped out as she made a jumping dive out of the way of the lumbering giant and back towards the masked man. A Squire was already engaging him and she could trust that the squire felt much the way she did.
Without waiting for the woman to respond, Phact came in with her elbow towards the mid section that followed just after the kick.
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litian rolled 1 12-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-12)
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 6:02 pm
Squire Falias: Current HP = 150 - 8 = 142
[Falias is targeting Massive Youma Jessel for a total of 6 damage]
Given the way that his luck with these things worked, Falias probably shouldn't have been surprised when the veritable giant of the youma decided to take set on him. Well if you were being fair it was also taking set on Hvergelmir and a blonde haired Squire (Bifrost), but mostly his thoughts were on the fact that the thing that had just knocked down a freaking wall as if it was nothing was...
Green eyes widened as he saw the giant thing ball its hands together over its head.
Please tell me it isn't...
It was, the interlocked hands coming down where he'd just been standing with a bang that was enough to shake stone. Or so it felt and which would not have faired well for him had he still been standing where he'd been standing.
Instead when it had finally sunk in that the giant was trying to smash them, Falias had tried to get out of the thing's way to limited success. Limited as although he had successfully managed to avoid being flattened, he hadn't managed to do so unscathed. The combination of awkward dodging and the veritable goodness to honest shockwave enough for him to inelegantly lose his footing as he landed awkwardly on stone hard enough to feel it. Hard enough to bruise.
It didn't stop him from (what in hindsight was probably a daft thing) from stumbling over to the remains of the broken wall before trying to lob some of said broken wall at the giant.
Even as he acknowledged if only to himself that antagonising the giant was probably not the most sensible of actions.
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Ivynian rolled 1 12-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-12)
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 6:59 pm
Scout Sandrine Health:100 HP Targeting Griffon Youma Clare for 1 damageOh god people and rocks and monster things everywhere. But the shiny, impressive, powerful Hvarbleger had suggested people attacking the thing that looked like it was supposed to be a gryphon, so why not? Flying things were terrible, and so giant massive things. Either or? Sandrine hopped off the cobbles towards some of the more 'level' wall of one of the crumbled in rooves while summoning her magic, "By the Sword!" The gross-seeming ribbons of blood came from her wrist and formed an incredibly unwieldy longsword, which the scout tried her best to lob at beast. The beast was already in motion, rearing and buffeting a page (Ba Sing Se.) The sword only nipped the beasts tail. "You've got to be kidding me!" I SUCK. CMON, SELF. ITS TRYING TO KILL PEOPLE.
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shibrogane rolled 4 12-sided dice:
12, 3, 9, 6
Total: 30 (4-48)
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 7:18 pm
Feline Youma Ser Pounce [50 - 14 = 36HP] is targeting Knight Hvergelmir! [12dmg] If Ser Pounce didn't like Chariklo, he definitely doesn't like Hvergelmir's yells. At her declaration that he is an ugly overgrown housecat, his head whips around and he snarls in the universal expression of a displeased housecat. He hurls himself away from Chariklo, towards Hvergelmir, trailing dark black blood. Or whatever passes for blood with youma, anyway. Masked Youma Kevan [50 - 18 = 32HP] is targeting Squire Palatine! [3dmg] The youma goes down, his lower body giving out and twisting unnaturally--the spines of his long, sharp hands caught in the cobbles, and he had to scramble to get back to his feet and whirl around. This isn't so bad, until he gives up and simply twists his neck all the way around to eyeball Palatine and Phact. He seems to believe Palatine is the greater threat: a mixed blessing, because he wrenches his arms free and lunges at her again, the muscles of his back twisting with the effort. Griffon Youma Clare [50 - 16 = 34HP] is targeting Chibi Sailor Oberon! [9dmg] The cabbage page loses Clare's interest the moment Oberon's kick connected with its haunch. It mantles its wings and swipes out with its claws, green goop trailing behind it. Whatever it is, it doesn't look like fun to get on your skin. Or your anything. (It's acidic.) Massive Youma Jessel is targeting Eternal Sailor Chariklo, Feline Youma Ser Pounce, and Knight Hvergelmir! [6dmg each] Apparently dissatisfied with its performance, the titanic youma stomps one foot out at the loudest of its opponents: Hvergelmir. It barely seems to notice Glitnir's assault. Well, until it realizes it has a fashionable Mars page ankle bracelet. Then it just stomps again, trying to shake Glitnir off.
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