Reinerite wasn't expecting quite so many from Order to show up - enough so that the whole vicinity seemed to be almost awash with the sickly overly sweetness that she had come to associate with Order auras.
Not that it mattered - because Reinerite knew that the Negaverse was going to prevail.
She rounded a corner was in time to see a dark-haired woman with scales and horns that made her think of a dragon with the aura of a General going after a red-haired man as her grey eyes scanned for a likely target.
She found it in a red-haired woman (Hy-Brasil) with what looked to be an...
An incense burner?
She shook her head slightly for a moment sending blue curls bobbing, before grey eyes hardened as she lobbed her snow globe at the woman.
Kolina
Incoming snow globe
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Reinerite is open for interactions/ targeting - but please quote me if you go after her so I don't miss it
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HP: 120 / 120 DMG: 7 Effects: ---
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For my notes: Reinerite ATK: 4 Reinerite DEF: 5
Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 3:29 pm
Schörl, General
Now THIS—
Pinpricks shifted into stabs to pulling fire to lacerations. Up from the ground, up from the ether other of magic like the portals to the Rift, undulating, boneless strength and beautiful TEETH that gnashed and pulled away whole hank of coat and clothe to leave the green to turn black with her blood's compliment. Up and around leg and hip, waist and around the front of the chest and ascot. The deep exhale of breath was unavoidable from the surprise alone.
Barbary fluffed and lifted like a sale in the breeze.
Then a peel of delighted laughter split Schörl's smile wide, "I have been looking for one like you!"
Power and influence required, demanded, leverage. Which was not easily gained just bashing their fists against brick walls. Which meant using all the Metallia gave them, beyond fists or weapons. The silly squire was leaving, heading in the right direction. The right target, Scholomance, who was using his magic. Paying for altruism, for others.
The Green-red General took one step, found adrenaline followed fell and fine. Ran. Lept and landed behind him. Threw out her bloodied arm and hand into starseed space. "I will be paid, Scholomance. This is OURS. "
"Unless other is presented! "
STATS/EFFECTS:
HP: 152/200 DMG: n/a Effects: accuracy -3 to people attacking her! Wearing Barbary NRG: 20/60, has starting starseed STATS: 8atk/15def
Barbary: 100 HP enemies targeting Schörl receive accuracy -3 when Schörl is using Barbary. 8 DMG to targets per round until vanquished.
Youma 2~ HP:20 Inflicts 10 flat damage!
Youma 4~ tangled HP:20 Inflicts 10 flat damage!
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strickenized
starseed attempt
Kolina
mention / proximity
Infinities
Complimentary creeping on tentacles, Youma 4 / notated damage, let me know if I miffed anything up
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 4:26 pm
Scholomance // 8 ATK / 12 DEF
Muscle clenched where pain bore down hard, and Scholomance worked to release the magic where he saw Schörl flee his field of vision. Slow motion it felt, like digging arms through frigid waters, as he wound the whip around once in recalling the world back to its original form. Buildings reassembled, streets formed coherent paths, lap posts returned from their wayward, gravelled islands. The lot of it moved too slowly. He couldn't refocus —
The world swam, shifted, settled. He heard her words at his back —
Scylla, Hy-Brasil, Themiscyra, Andronicus. Hazel eyes darted between each, frantic, searching for some sign of reaction. Scholomance felt Schörls fingers through his back before he even lowered his arm. She stood too close for his whip's reach, and already he felt Scholomance's magic forcing its way through him from the inside, inverted and cold. Perverted. He froze as breath hitched and heart stuttered, and wondered - what was he to do now? He couldn't move, lest she tear his soul from her body. With her behind him, he couldn't single her out with the host of Order combatants for a lopsided free-for-all until she loosed him or wrenched his soul out. All actions froze and panic crept in as thick and choking as her aura.
"None of you ******** touch her," he breathed before he realized he spoke. Fear left his eyes bright and wide. He wasn't sure if he should breathe. It didn't matter; everything hurt regardless.
The pain throbbed terribly, begged for him to silence the lot of it and he felt the reactionary need to halt magic that he never started. But what was there to do? Schörl held the lynchpin. Could he do nothing but to fall at her hands? Was he truly the invalide that everyone treated him as? Gwen once tried to wrench his autonomy from him, while Schörl and Cinnabar managed it once already - and many times past that. He could isolate the half-youma general with the rest of Order, but what good would that afford him when Schörl could crush his starseed where she held it?
Schörl would do what she wanted, but he would claim his autonomy in choice. So he dropped his whip entirely, and reached back to grip the arm that penetrated his back. If she could not retract what she grasped, then perhaps there was yet time.
HP: 187/230 DMG: — Effects: —
noir songbird
no more magic
xkitomyx
no more magic
xa-disgruntled-dragon
prox
xwhimsical blue
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xkolina
prox
xinfinities
prox
ivynian
ofc i forget to quote you
Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 4:49 pm
Keyite
Key came somewhat late to the party, but not for lack of response. He'd been in the middle of draining some frat boy of energy - a process that required both hands. Once he'd finished he got the message and came forthwith; the in-progress chaos of white moon against the Negaverse set his jaw. There was so much going on right before his eyes, and much more going on at the edges - he couldn't see it ,but he could hear the shrieks of youma, the ring of weapons coming together violently, the cries of humans angry and/or in pain.
For the fat lot of good it would do him, Keyite summoned his 'weapon' to the ready. Into the breach once more, I suppose.
There had been no hesitation to answer the call. Where her mistress summoned her, the dutiful star went willingly. Eagerly. She had arrived just as the fun was about to begin, and as her general bid her to fight, she offered the shadow of a smile as she dipped her head and bound into the thick of it.
But it wasn't a senshi or a knight that would catch her attention first. No, it was a familiar lieutenant in tasteful couture and blonde curls that would lead her momentarily astray.
She maneuvered herself to his side as his weapon appeared in his hand, and the girl offered a bemused, almost challenging smile as she strode past and turned on the point of her toe to face him. "And which lock does that fit, my handsome huntsman?" Small hands rose from her sides, a graceful arch and inward sweep that would find those graceful digits resting on the sheer window of fabric that rested over her chest. She tilted her head, a silver brow arching as the corners of glittering lisp ticked upward. The question obvious in lovely eyes.
She laughed again, joyous and energized as she let her hands fall away, turning once again to survey the battle field, and the many targets that rested within. "For whom does the bell toll?"
Schörl smiled, and something low in Scylla's spine curdled, coiled, flared to angry life. I have been looking for one like you! Scylla lifted her chin, met Schörl's gaze, and said, "You will regret having found me, General." Then the tall, slim woman vanished, and Scylla felt her blood run cold. Cold, and hot, and fury and terror blinded her in equal measure, her face going white, lips thin and dry, eyes sparking like amethyst set in stone.
Scholomance looked to her, and Scylla knew she was not a maiden fair to give him a comforting look. She probably looked like she felt; vengeful, and broiling with hate. Wide-eyed terror as stark as the day was bright, and laying over it all, the promise of retribution. None of you ******** touch her, Isaiah breathed, and Scylla's inhale was ragged. She knew why. She didn't like his choice, but she understood it. Respected it. It was risk either way. Schörl held Ice's soul in her hand, and any move was a bad one.
That b***h. Under Scylla's tentacle, the pinned youma was lifted, and crushed. The process was slow, and as satisfying to Scylla to feel the creature struggling in her tentacle as it was to casually chuck the now-mangled demon creature to the ground near the General's feet. Its ribs were crushed, "You are a greedy one, aren't you?" The Negaverse- a parasite. She had almost forgotten, in her fear and her pain. Not content with that which they had done to him before, now they thought to take still more.
Unless other is presented. the temptation choked her. But Scylla had no friends in the Negaverse, Certainly no one who would risk a rescue; And he wouldn't rescue her. But did she need one? Her affairs were in order. And how many could she take out with her? It might be worth the risk. Scholoance's whip vanished; and Scylla prepared herself for whatever would come next.
Youma 4 is gone, along with 1 & 3; Youma 2 had 7 damage so should only have 13 HP. Do I take the damage for youma 2, or is he gnawing on Scholomance's leg?
Something one didn’t tend to find on a battlefield hit her. The sheer weight of the item wacking her left arm was enough to ellicit a surprised utterance as she swiveled on the ball of her foot to see what the offending object was. A snowglobe? Icy blue eyes looked in the direction she assumed the strange item had come from, locking on a Lieutenant that was fixated on the item that had just been lobbed. Hy-Brasil bristled. A part of her wanted to beat down the lieutenant for such an attempt, but she dared not leave Scholomance’s side. Not for someone lobbing snowglobes anyway.
Being distracted by the Lieutenant left her completely unawares of Schorl’s advance. Not that she could do anything about it even if she had. The General was too quick.
Whipping back around at the General’s words, just seeing the hand buried in Scholomance made Hy-Brasil’s blood run cold. This couldn’t be happening. No, no, “No!” She hadn’t realized she vocalized her horror.
She wanted to lash out. Was preparing to, but Scholomance’s words stopped her.
Of course, attacking the General now would certainly mean Scholomance’s death. All it would take was a tightening of a grip and that would be it.
“Let him go.” She said, practically pleading with the General. Emotions running high at the implications of the scene. “What do you want? You’ve taken more than enough from him already! ******** with someone else! Anyone Else! ME even, I don’t care, but leave Scholomance the hell alone!”
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Not sure if I am doing the PER roll right. I know Hy has no PER bonus or anything, but figured I’d give this a go. If it’s wrong or I shouldn’t have attepted it since she doesn’t have PER bonus then we can ignore the roll. XD (edit: Not that I think it matters with the roll I made. LOL)
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Girl is angry and desperate. I am trying the PER roll thing as noted in my quote to strick.
Litian1
First one to actually damage, Hy! Kudos! <3
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 10:43 pm
Ptolemaeus, DMS of Change
Skoll's malice didn't seem to deter Ptolemy in the least. He smiled pleasantly back at her as he said, "I'd love that, sweetheart, but maybe another time. We seem to be in the middle of something pretty critical at the moment."
"One of what?" he asked, beaming at her with a mildly puzzled countenance as she accused him of being 'one of them'. "Well I mean, I guess I don't have any more of a reason to give you not to do it than you have to do it, but I feel like that'd be a waste of your time and efforts that could be better used elsewhere. Could be wrong, but I don't think your real purpose was to come here to fight me." He tilted his head as he regarded her. "...Ever consider the idea that we might have come here with the same or at least similar goals in mind?"
And then he felt it. The snap of a whip, the sound waves disrupting the air that followed the action, and something else. A powerful magic reached out to blanket him and as he turned to track the source, Ptolemaeus witnessed his own body turn intangible. It didn't distract him from the revelation that the knight, Scholomance, had been the cause of his new state of being. Him and a page, it seemed, from a quick glance around. However, the magic was evidently not without its own toll. The Knight of Saturn appeared to be rendered immobile while he was linked to the two he was affecting.
Was he...protecting them? For the page, perhaps that made sense, but why him? Ptolemy hadn't done anything to help him; not yet, anyway. The Dark Mirror Senshi hadn't asked for the other's help. He hadn't even begun to fight like the others were, left and right, doing their best to protect those of their Order alliance. And if the generals or other Negaverse agents noticed Scholomance helping out Ptolemy, it would be difficult for the senshi of change to play neutral or otherwise convince them he wasn't allied with the Saturn Knight. If he had been going to get his ring back for him, this seemed to eliminate the tactic of misdirection or deceit. He couldn't just pretend Scholomance was a stranger to him anymore.
When he thought about it, though, those plans seemed to be irrelevant at this point in time. It was obviously an all-out battle where subterfuge and more subtle tactics of persuading, cunning, convincing, or coercing would have a very low chance of success when compared to brute strength or physical force. The former things took time and planning which was what they didn't have.
Grin disappearing, Ptolemaeus watched Scholomance with gritted teeth. How dare that man put himself in harm's way for those of lesser consequence like himself when so many were fighting for the hope that he, the knight held captive under the Negaverse' influence for so long, would make it out alive. Ptolemy couldn't even use his own senshi magic to reverse the effects of Scholomance's because it only affected attacks of his own level or lower and this kind most certainly had to be of the advanced variety. If only it didn't necessitate such a heavy price for its user.
He turned back to the White Moon senshi as the 10 second window of magic began to close and his body gradually returned to its solid, corporeal state. "I take it back," he told her seriously, already walking away from Skoll toward the central hub of conflict involving the two Negaverse Generals and their main targets. "I do have a reason. There are still people I want to protect and I have to be alive to do it."
HP: 100 / 100 PER: 10 DEF: 0 DMG: — Effects: —
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((Thank you! Die roll is for his PER!))
xStrickenized
((Wow, things escalated quickly... So sorry for the delay! XP Work is annoyinggg))
xIvynian
((Ivy & Blue, would you wonderful people please be so kind as to
xWhimsical Blue
perhaps come up with internal PER values for Schörl and Cinnabar? I have a feeling Ptolemy may want to try to see if he can have a little chat with them soon, if possible. <3 Thanks!))
Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 12:51 am
Eleusis Page of Cosmos
Part of Eleusis had been very, very certain she was going to die. It felt...terrible, that kind of certainty, to know that she was so very, very outclassed there was absolutely nothing she could do. She'd wanted to come up with something profound (or, at least, clever, she'd die with a one-liner on her lips if she had to go) to say, but nothing came.
And then suddenly she was....nowhere, or...or in a strange, backwards version of where she had been, and she was ethereal and could move away and get back to her feet.
If the direction of the dragon's anger said anything, she knew exactly who had saved her. She would thank him later; in the middle of battle wasn't the time. Still, it was obvious the magic was hurting him, and so Eleusis's immediate instinct was to help, and she started running for Scholomance, to at least offer bodily support if nothing else.
She stopped in her tracks when the General in green sank a hand into his back.
"No," she said, and it wavered, but mostly it was an angry refusal. There was little, she knew, that she could do on her own, but there were more of them than there were of the Generals, and maybe...maybe they could figure something out. Somehow.
One thing she knew, though - everything in her screamed defiance at the idea of allowing Scholomance - allowing anyone - to be taken by Chaos.
HP: 200/200 ATK: 15 DEF: 5 Effects: Aspect of Uranus
Andronicus skidded to a stop at Scholomance's shout, head snapping back to where Schorl had her hand into his back. His starseed. The Cosmos Page screamed and the Knight of Uranus found herself at an impase. She wanted to help, hell she wanted to give herself up instead, but s**t rode on her being alive.
How easy it would be to dismiss her weapon, walk up empty handed and present herself to it. How easy it would be to give into that dark place in her mind where she hungered for that power again. She'd even make it easy on Schorl and not fight it. How it tempted her.
The orb in the center of the directional arrows of her staff began to glow, gusts of wind pulling at her clothing. Andronicus gritted her teeth, ready to use her aspected speed to launch herself at the woman threatening to end the knight's existence. She closed maybe two-thirds the distance to the group and paused, stuck between a rock and a hard place.
She couldn't do anything... and how she hated it.
"Damnit..."
Traitor... coward...
Strickenized
proximity
Kolina
proximity
Ivynian
proximity, can be a target
Infinities
prox
Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 2:31 am
Sailor Skoll of the Pack
HP: 120/120 Atk: 5 Def: 3 Effect: None
Skoll's arms softened and she frowned at him as he spoke. Psh, they couldn't be here for the same reason. Chaos was Chaos was Chaos and it all needed to be pummeled. She gnashed her teeth, without a witty comeback to spit back in his face. He wasn't... wrong, she guessed. Maybe. But she didn't trust him, not at all.
The other senshi turned invisible and Skoll tilted her head in confusion. She glanced around, find a rainbowy girl the same but no one else effected. It looked like it didn't usually happen, or didn't look like something Ptolemy did himself. She followed his gaze towards the large fight between the much more powerful beings, lowering her guard. Did that woman... have her hand in his back!? She vaguely recognized Scholomance, just enough to know him as a knight of Saturn and maybe someone who grouped up with Methone...? Maybe?
Ptolemy spoke and Skoll glanced at him.
".... you and me both. I'll cover yer back, and I swear I won't double cross ya," she told him, following two steps behind him. Truce, for now. Seemed like a decent kid though, honestly...
Kitomyx
Successful persuasion roll! Skoll is now neutral towards him and gunna make sure someone doesn't deck him tooooo badly
Almost as soon as the silvery roll of tape left his hand the sound of a bell, at least he thought it was a bell, rang through the area. It was a surprisingly sad sound and the only thing the page could think of was a funeral bell, morbid considering he was about to witness a demon (Cin) yank a poor girl's (Eleusis) soul from her chest. Tortuga hadn't seen it before but he had been informed about the process quite extensively. Apparently it bloody a** hurt like a mofo, and he was going to have to sit through it since, even with his power amped speed, he wasn't going to be fast enough to stop the other page's starseed yankage.
But then it was strange, the girl became a ghost and the red lady kind of went ballistic. She turned away to stare at a group of knights, one in purple another in green (Scholomance&Hy-Brasil), apparently she knew why the page she had pinned to the ground had gone ghostly and wasn't happy about it. It was at this point his projectile actually hit its target.
The roll of tape bounced off into the darkness after clocking the dragon lady in the head. It didn't do anything more then make her laugh before coming at him, fast! Little b***h? For some reason that annoyed him. He wasn't little, not at nearly 6 feet tall, nor was he a b***h! With a mutter he went digging in his bag again, looking for anything that he could chuck at her again, distracting her long enough for him to get away.
He ran out of time though and by the time he tossed a bundle of ace bandages at her she was practically on top of him. To make matters worse, he missed. With his back against the building and the dragon lady practically on top of him there was nowhere he could go. s**t!
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HP: 130-29=101 / 130 ATK: 4 DEF: 4 Rolled: 3, 8 DMG: 0 ((Attack did not land... aka he is screwed six ways to sunday)) Effects: ---
tl;dr - Summary of what happened, Tortuga has a OH s**t moment, tries to throw ace bandages but misses, is now facing a pissed Cin with no real way out.
Whimsical Blue
Your welcome for some seed groping. If she yanks it please give it back XD
Whimsical Blue rolled 2 20-sided dice:
12, 12Total: 24 (2-40)
Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 7:22 am
General Cinnabar
It seemed like disengaging had been the right idea. It left the annoyances to deal with the youma Schorl had so thoughtfully summoned for them, and no more attacks came Cinnabar’s way while her focus was on a very dumb little page.
She connected with him in a very satisfying way and not only did he struggle to muster a response back, he missed when he did. The general laughed in delight and heard an answering one behind her, followed by shouts of protest that said Schorl was being very effective, in her own way. Cin had always been more of the brute and she was going to put that to good use.
Save the knight who’s already half gone, or save the page who’s barely begun? Make your choice, Cattle.
Drawing her arm back, she slashed him with her claws again, snarling through her fangs.
She has a highish per value already set. But as a warning, you are free to try, but she doesn’t know him and he’s a DMC, so there is zero value in anything he has to say. You’ll catch her attention, but that’s it.
If he were surprised to find Ceraskia of Scorn at his side, Keyite managed not to show it, instead quirking a brow at her and placing a rather welcoming smile on his face. "A mystery I've yet to solve, my dear...perhaps at a more opportune time you might assist me?" Currently, with Ceraskia's General's hand inside the Saturn Knight touching his star seed, with the battle around them, it wasn't time to be flirting; Keyite cut such things short but felt confident he would be able to utilize Ceraskia's skills and powers to bolster his own.
Pressing his square glasses up his nose, Key surveyed the likely targets. Did they offer support against the tentacled senshi? That wouldn't result in much forward momentum, she wore Eternal senshi wings. Cera was one step under that...and he himself merely a lieutenant. No, they needed to pick their target appropriately.
After some mental gymnastics for calculations and a measure of thoughtful consideration, Keyite reached out to gesture at Skoll imperiously. "There. That one, talking to the neon nightmare. Hit that one, or both, if you would please." And then he could get in there and cause some melee damage while one or both of the targeted senshi were under Ceraskia's casting. Yes, that will do nicely, they seem to simply be standing around waiting for action...we shall give it to them, post haste.
