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Captain Quartz

The abrupt metallic thunks of sound that signalled the agents ahead encountering some new obstacle filtered back to Quartz, but he didn't initially know what they might be -- just that they were some fresh danger. All-One, scouting ahead, provided the answer:

"Darts --

Bullets --

Things that -- fly -- "

This was nice information to know, but didn't really provide him or Schörl with an advantage in getting around the things. The assault was on them as soon as they arrived, like it or not. He didn't like it.

Quartz was a tall man, and built for muscle: the amount of constant rushing and dodging involved in evading traps like these was more challenging on his body type than, say, tiny Ceraskia's: he could try to be fast and he could try to be agile, but there was nothing he could particularly do to make himself any smaller than he was. Still, he did his best to hurry, since there was nothing else for it, and not to get hit: and though he wasn't doing spectacularly at it, he'd narrowly managed to avoid getting caught by any darts at first.

Then, without his noticing, one of the darts that clipped his long trailing sashes caught the fabric instead of just tearing through, and then snapped into the wall. Quartz didn't expect it, and staggered momentarily, off-balance, to tear the dart and the fabric loose from the wall -- but in doing so, had to throw his other arm up over his face to block another dart that nearly caught him in the neck. It drove into the flesh of his forearm, buried deep in his skin, and he hissed.

He managed his way past the obstacle, yanking the dart from his forearm, and began a slow, difficult effort to loose one of his sashes and hopefully get it knotted around his forearm just below the elbow to slow the spread of any potential venom. It was difficult in the darkness of the Rift, with only his teeth and one free hand to use to try and fashion a secure knot. He wasn't sure whether Schörl or Ceraskia would tarry long enough to help, or if they'd choose to forge onward.

Roll 1: 4 + Rank Boost 3 = 7
Roll 2: 17 + Rank Boost 3 = 20
Roll 3: 3 + Rank Boost 3 = 6 [[HIT BY A DART, OH NO]]
Current Total: 33

Corrupt Ceraskia

A gentle hand at her side, urging her forward, and the senshi turned to flash her general a grateful smile, only to realize it hasn't been her soft touch, but that if the acsebded General, Alkiad. Pale cheeks darker subtly, dark lips murmured a word of gratitude, but Ceraskia wasn't sure what else to say, nor was there time to mull it over.

The group continued forward, and the dancer along with it, ignoring the sting at her shoulder blades. She follow weed the glittering trail of Quartz and All-one as they raced ahead in longer legs, diving head long onto cross crossing fray of flying darts, because there there was no timing to consider here, no logical means to increase her own odds, only speed would see her through to the other side, and she had that.

She slowed, briefly, when both captain and general paused, ready to race back, but loathed to give their mistress another body to worry about--and that very nearly happened anyways, a dart whistling past her left ear and leaving a thin cut on her delicate cheek. Instead she darted through to the safety of the other side of the trap, and lingered there anxiously for the two to make it through as well. Only then would she care on.

Roll 1: n/a
Roll 2: 14
Roll 3: 13
Total: 27

Noctua winced at Alkalid's pressure on her side, but said nothing. Instead, she accepted the encouragement. So she... wasn't alone? She watched the cracked soldier pass her, so familiar in form and yet... so strange. She'd never seen someone so lined and strange. Noctua made a note to find this soldier later and find out exactly what she was. For now, she leaned enough weight on the nautical senshi that she wasn't limping slowly, but instead hobbling more efficiently.

This hobble, of course, turned into something a great deal faster when Noctua heard something whizzing past her ear. To her left, a small, thin dart stuck fast into the stone wall. She cursed in a low voice, the first time she had spoken since coming to the nega verse.

Noctua wrapped herself as best as she could around her new companion, attempting to take the bulk of the barrage as they made their way through. Hopefully, she thought dimly, she had done something helpful other than become a living pin cushion. Noctua pulled a few darts form her arms once they were safely across and slipped off of the other soldier and against the wall.

"You need to go," she said groggily, pain washing over her in waves. "Don't worry about me. What's the worst that can happen?"

Lt. Prasiolite

She felt like she was lagging behind, but maybe that was just because her back was killing her. Still she trudged forward with the others, her thoughts still slightly murderous as she thought about the possible scarring from the damn metal ball.

The thud of a spike flying out of the wall and across the room, hitting the other side startled her out of her thoughts, more flying out at an impossible speed. She jumped and she ran. She honestly didn't think she could run any faster and was surprised she could run this fast. She only knew that the idea of one of those possibly skewering her was not on her bucket list.

Forget whatever it was they were supposed to retrieve, let her just make it there.

Roll: 25
Total: 6+16+25 = 47

General Serandite

A jolt ran through Serandite as she heard the all too familiar voice of Alkaid calling her name- her name. Although that wasn't the factor in which Serandite slowed down, wincing as darts stabbed through her sleeves and what was left of her silk ribbon. She felt the metallic impact hit her squarely in her side, red oozing out from that area.

Oh god, she hoped these weren't poisoned.

No, Serandite's attire was partly a factor, a large target to be pinned down by several darts. A pained grunt from the General sounded as she tore her sleeve from a precarious dart, a struggle with her small frame. Even a small delay was deadly, as proven when several other darts sliced against her skin. She barely managed to avoid another direct impact, tumbling through the foreseeable end, with much more wounds than she cared for.

She (hopefully) would have time to talk to Alkaid later, excitedly,but for now, she was out of breath and bordering on a little too much blood loss for her taste.


Roll 1: 10 +5 = 15
Roll 2: 19 +5 = 24
Roll 3: 10 +5 = 15

Total: 54

General Schörl



Darts?

An unpleasant revelation while wallowing in dim twilight, where sight was hindered for dodging. And the way full of others as well. Quartz, with the glitter of All-One and all the hold of his uniform, was at least easier to see than some. Then the glitter of him in the tail of her eye vanished with the sounds of the darts.

She whorled, gripping her cape and Barbary in the motion to banner out cinematically. A try to slow, redirect, impede the darts as a makeshift barrier between Lazarus, herself, and more darts. Crouching Officer, Pincushion Lion.

Until they could both lunge forward again with the scent of more blood. "Keep moving!"





Roll 1: 4 + Rank Boost 5 = 9
Roll 2: 13 + Rank Boost 5 = 18
Roll 3: 3 + Rank Boost 5 = 8 (officially, pulling down to Quartz's roll)
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Total: 35 (officially, but pulling down to 33 if allowed to match Quartz)

General Ascendant Alkaid

Bright, quick eyes assessed the situation looming before the Ascendant and despite her eagerness to be done with the task at hand, she had no choice but to pull back and approach this next obstacle with more caution.

Nothing about those haphazard pillars seemed safe and moving too quickly across the rocky terrain was foolish. With her face set into a narrowed focus, she let all thoughts of her fellow agents disappear. This was the first area that did not have an immediate, obvious threat - but it still made her uneasy. Things could not be so simple here.

Alkaid slowed to pick her pathway through the area very quickly, with the growing sensation of danger looming overhead.

First Roll: 11
Second Roll: 30
Third Roll: 29
Fourth Roll: 7 + 5 = 12
New Total: 82