[I DON'T KNOW HOW TO ROLL WHOOPS, this is to see if Chrysocolla hits Baikal!]
Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2016 5:55 pm
Baikal, page of Mercury HP: 19 Not attacking!
Auras were popping up left and right, some order, some chaos, and all at once Baikal realized he was probably not in the best place, considering his unwillingness to simply attack those who were supposed to be his enemies. Too close. He'd let curiosity get the better of him, again, and now...well, now he'd have to pay for it.
There was enough time to register the large flare of chaotic energy at his back, but not enough to react to it. Silver eyes widened a split second before a foot connected, hard, with the back of his legs and sent him falling forward, only to gag as the back of his scarf was snatched up and yanked. It kept his knees from slamming into the sidewalk, but really, being strangled by his own uniform wasn't a trade up.
The voice at his back wasn't a familiar one, and he had no voice of his own as gloved hands came up to pull at the scarf, trying to free himself as pale skin started to darken to worrisome red.
”Sphalerite is attempting to purify. Calling all free agents to help nullify the threat. Report to my position prepared for battle!”
"The ******** is Sphalerite?" Staring curiously at the crystal, even though his feet were already moving. He wasn't too far off from the area, it wouldn't take long to heed the call of the General.
It didn't matter who was Sphalerite was, so much as it mattered that it was Cinnabar making the call. If she needed something, he was more than happy to answer. Whether or not he had much to offer in the way of proper support, he'd met the woman enough times..however briefly...and felt she was more than worth following.
Rushing onto the scene, into what felt like a minefield of whitemoon auras, and not nearly enough of their own. Scowling as he watched a pair, Some Senshi and a Castor Page going after Zircron together. The woman already looked busy with someone else... "Don't you think it's rude to gang up on someone like that? How about we make things a bit more fair." Summoning his trowel to hand and chucking it at the Castor page, hoping it got her attention off of Zircron.
shyanimegrl
Hai hai! Mind if I cut in? -pounces Aptera- Its a miss, totes a miss..I'ma roll the dice better next time -grins-
Open for Business
So sorry I missed the all call ahhh! -flails in late to the party- Also, totes open for battles -flings self-
"You should really make better decisions," Chrysocolla commented in the same polite term she'd use to talk about someone's future prospects, still pulling the scarf even tighter. "Nobody called you here. So, um...I'm going to give you fifteen seconds after I let go, okay? You turn around and you walk away, or --" she wrapped it around her fist and yanked -- "I grab your starseed." And release, letting him fall to the sidewalk if he didn't catch himself first; her hands were crossed in front of her waist, clasped, gemstones shimmering in the streetlights.
"...One."
Beejoux
she won't grab his starseed unless you approve it obv!
Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 7:26 pm
Baikal, page of Mercury HP: 15 Not Attacking!
The eternal's voice sounded like it was coming from far away, and darkness was starting to eat at the edges of Baikal's vision in earnest. If she kept this up he was going to pass out, or worst. The thought should have worried him, but he didn't quite seem capable of that level of comprehension, not as every fiber of being screamed out for oxygen.
There was a hard yank and the world disappeared, swallowed by oblivion. Next moment he was laying on the concrete, disoriented and breathless, throat sore, and The woman standing above him had started counting.
Why was she counting?
He couldn't remember. What had she said?
"Wait." His voice was rough, rasping as he pushed up on hands and knees. Where the hell was he? What was happening?!
Daekie
Go head and snatch, there is a back up plan in place!
Chrysocolla gazed at Baikal the way someone might look at a very large insect: a tiny bit of revulsion, but mostly just pity. "I'm really sorry about this, I promise, but --" and she reached down, hand passing through his clothes and into his chest, clutching, squeezing -- "you're a lot less trouble this way...!" She removed her hand, triumphant, and allowed herself half a second to gaze at the starseed.
(It was very pretty, to be fair. Not as pretty as some. But still rather nice.)
She pushed his unconscious body to the side and stood there, contemplating, debating who exactly needed the highest amount of help right now -- and if she'd even be of use.
Beejoux
figured i didn't need to roll for damage since she's not TECHNICALLY attacking~
Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 8:24 pm
Captain Jet 30 hp
Jet had received the call for backup. There was a negaverse officer who wanted to purify, and that could not be allowed. He arrived on the scene just in time to watch the fighting unfold, his own knives drawn from where they were kept in subspace.
He quickly caught sight of General Cinnabar, and was making his way to her location to assist, when a familiar knight caught his eye. The same knight who had helped him however briefly when they’d been kidnapped and tortured. One of the very, very few who had not sought to hurt him when he could have easily done so.
Chrysocolla was already there, her hand in his chest. Jet’s eyes widened as she pulled the starseed from his chest. The knight had already fallen, unconscious, starseedless.
“Wait!” he shouted, stopping in his journey to each Cinnabar, and instead skidding to a stop to turn towards Chrysocolla before he could stop himself. “Wait, he helped me,” he pleaded, surprised by the sound of his own voice as he looked from the Eternal senshi, now his superior officer, to the unconscious man on the ground.
“I wouldn’t ask this if I didn’t think we could bring him to our side,” he quickly explained, his knives disappearing from his hands to show he had no intention of acting against her. His loyalty was to the Negaverse, first and foremost, but of all the others he’d met, this knight had the potential others didn’t.
“Please reconsider, at least for now,” he asked, his eyes still wide. “He sympathizes with us already.”
Daekie
Jet is sorry for the weird request, Chrysocolla.
Beejoux
He's trying, but she's also his ally.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 8:55 pm
Baikal, page of Mercury HP: 15 Temporarily dead.
"I'm really sorry about this, I promise, but --"
The page's eyes went wide as a hand sank into his back with little to no resistance. Unnatural! It was a brief, fleeting thought before everything was washed away by a sudden and all encompassing wave of pain. But even that was short lived. The senshi withdrew her hand and --
Pale eyes dulled, the light fading from cool silver, and the page pitched forward to drop lifelessly to the ground again.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2016 1:00 pm
Eternal Sailor Ganymede – 35 HP
Even if Ganymede had not received Callisto's message, the gathering energy signatures would have been enough to attract her attention.
She slipped onto the scene unnoticed—or assumed so, as the main players seemed otherwise occupied. This suited her fine. It allowed her the opportunity to weigh her options and decide how she wanted to involve herself in the battle, and when she wanted to do so.
On her way over, she'd hoped things would not devolve so rapidly. A purification was a taxing enough effort without a battle preceding it. Circumstances being what they were now, she feared that the situation may require her to push herself beyond her normal limits. Though she would do so if necessary, it was by no means an ideal situation. The battle within the Negaverse's domain and her desperate bid to save Harmonia from corruption had taught her that much.
Exhausting all of her magic came with heavy consequences. She'd not been able to fully power up for weeks after the fact. Her Eternal form wasn't useless by any means, but it lacked the raw power of her Princess form—a power which brought her comfort. It was, she often thought, the only thing truly intimidating about her. Without it, she felt weak and useless, and much less likely to be taken seriously.
If she wasn't careful, she could very well be left without that power again. So she remained, for the time being, an Eternal.
Ganymede released a settling breath as she slowly circled the area, keeping her eyes glued on the scene. She made a quick study of each figure. She did not see Callisto among the gathering, but noted the presence of a familiar General, a curly haired Captain she remembered as a Lieutenant, and a Knight she remembered as a Squire. The rest she struggled to recognize; she was sure she did not know any of them from one-on-one experiences, and her struggles to remain conscious at the time of the last full-scale battle made her memories of it murky at best, after a point. If she'd seen any of them then, she failed to recall it now.
Tension and anxiety were quick to creep up on her. Ganymede's greatest weakness in battle was not her lack of formal training, but the lack of confidence that came without a group of friendly, familiar faces around her. Without that guidance and support, she didn't know where to begin.
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I've been out of things for a while and this week hasn't been the best, so it's likely I may be slow, but I welcome any and all interaction! Battles are hard for me. I'm never quite sure how to throw my characters into them. emo
Chrysocolla saw Jet coming, and there and then, she allowed herself half a second to revel in the fact that she'd been promoted. Not him. Her. Clearly his performance, that night with Cinnabar, going after a rogue Senshi -- clearly hers had maybe been --
But those weren't thoughts that a Good Negaverser had, so she squashed them down into the back of her mind, absentmindedly rolling Baikal's starseed between the fingers of one hand. "I told him to get out of here and he didn't," she mumbled, squinting up at the taller Captain. "But okay, I'll put it back. He was just the closest target." The girl kneeled, fingers feather-light on Baikal's back, letting his starseed slip to its' proper place before standing back up to her full height (which, at 5'2", really wasn't particularly impressive).
"Have you put him in the database? I try to check it every few weeks or so -- oh -- whoops, we should really get into the battle, shouldn't we?" Baikal was already forgotten. If he knew what was good for him, he'd wake up, and he'd run.
To hit, roll a d6! 1-2 is a miss, 3-5 is a hit, and 6 is a critical hit [roll 2 dice for damage instead of 1]. One attack per turn, and the roll is the same for physical and magical attacks!
First stage characters: 25hp, 1d4 rolled for damage Second stage characters: 30hp, 1d6 rolled for damage Third stage characters: 35hp, 1d8 rolled for damage Fourth stage characters: 40hp, 1d10 rolled for damage
Guardian Cats: 30hp, 1d4 rolled for damage
Low-level youma: 20hp, 1d4 rolled for damage Personal youma: 25hp, 1d6 rolled for damage
Aptera has been observing that she has been experiencing a disturbing amount of headaches lately. And, right now was no exception to being a part of those times.
It made concentrating more of a challenge. It made her temper shorter. It made her frustrations greater. But she was a fighter, and persisted to hang on to her composure regardless of the temptation to monosyllabically yell out the infuriation that did not miss its mark on her though her resistance against it felt paper thin at best at present.
Should she ask questions, for explanations? Or should she just save her breath?
She had practice to thank for the unwavering expression of seriousness that stayed on her features.
And now, she turned her attention toward the source of the projectile that didn't hit her. "Admittedly, I'm now full on wondering if perhaps rudeness was a forcefully added theme with regards to this party," Aptera replied as she sent a moldy orange at Prehnite.
Shiningamisgirl
Hihiiiiiii /flailwaves! 8 D
Das Tor rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-6)
Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2016 2:20 am
[[Rolling for attack!]]
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2016 2:24 am
Lt. Sphal - 25HP Attacking a Youma - Missed
"Reasoning doesn't involve telling someone to take another's soul, or mentioning becoming a corpse." The little Lieutenant took a deep breath, letting herself fall into the battle stance she had practiced long and hard to become as close to second nature as she could manage. And she couldn't help but laugh at Cinnabar's words.
"You're the one who got me started thinking! Who made me realize there was something I wasn't being told! I'm not dumb, despite what people think. I observed. I watched. I listened." And she'd learned. Learned enough to know that Chaos would tear everything apart, the good and the bad. It would make no difference.
And so many auras were pouring onto the scene, Chaos and Order and despite how dizzying it was, Sphal took a deep breath and let herself go, striking at one of the youma, to work on there being one less problem. Even if her first hit...was a bit shittily timed. ______________________________________
Sailor Hyakutake - 25HP No battle action taken
Hyakutake had been patrolling already when she got the distress call. When she felt the gathering auras, the mix of Chaos and Order. And she wasn't one to shy away from something like that. Changing directions, she made her way to the rumble, stopping on a rooftop where she could observe the situation and determine where best to step in.
She wasn't dumb. Just reckless. _______________________________________________
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I am so sorry this got dumped guys! Life got crazy, and summer has been unkind to the airline industry. I'm back, though, and have alarms set to keep me on track!
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