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Daekie rolled 1 12-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-12)
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 Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 9:48 pm
Chrysocolla looked at him and took a panicked breath, immediately regretting it; her limbs felt slow, heavy, and the room was wobbly. But apparently that handicap, that forceful two-steps-away from what was supposed to be, was good for her; she slammed a fist directly into his face, kicking out at the same time to push him away, barely managing to make her way to 'leaning' against the wall instead of collapsed on it.
HP: 24/40
Damage: 11 - 2 = 9
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 12-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-12)
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 10:00 pm
Obviously his magic didn't work in time for him to take a literal fist to the face, causing his nose to burst into blood.
Apparently, he was clearly unstable as a general. He was gonna lose this fight like the last year he lost. His face looked to the stand but he couldn't even make out his best friend among them.
Hauyne would be really disappointed in him.
Pyrophanite: 13/40
Damage: 3
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 10:03 pm
Spectator
"Who knows; a nap might wan your moon to her sun in some Hollywood butterfly-bullshit. " Worse, it seemed like prescience team dynamics that the two subordinates and focus on each other was somehow like kryptonite. "Keep facing away for a second."
Don't we all wish we had the excuse. "At least they've started actually fighting. "
Barbary smacked it's lips.
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This newcomer took up a companionable position, all in stride with the retaliatory poke, and no shindig about the location neither. And hella if she wasn't right on the money, too. "Man, we all otta sew pockets in our uniforms and turn 'em out and we can lead him around that way with him holding onto them instead of letting him meander around if he's gonna act all that blind and batty. Hella Prison b***h Style. You got pockets?"
How did Bus' breath not freeze that mongrel solid for a free round of spanks? "Baaaaaalllllls."
"What they call you, Watican-dweller?"
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Daekie rolled 1 12-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-12)
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 10:07 pm
For a second, again, she almost felt bad. Almost - not quite, not really. It was a ghost of the feeling, and then it was gone. (He might have been recently promoted, not comfortable in his uniform yet, not comfortable with the weight of his skin. But what right did that give his friends to mock her? Ridicule her? She would go over the jeers from the spectators, directed at her or not, for hours at a later time.)
Blows to the stomach, again; this had never really been a friendly spar, and he'd ******** dared to call her loyalty into question, and she really wanted to kill him but. She'd refrain. She couldn't. She couldn't.
Pyrophanite was reeling, scattered; he raised his head to glance to the stands and she hit again and again, quiet, not sure she could raise her arms further if she had to; it was the perfect height.
HP: 21/40
Damage: 12 - 2 = 10
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 12-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-12)
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 10:10 pm
THIS IS WHAT PYRO GOT FOR CALLING PEOPLE WHINY.
"Man If you're gonna kill someone, Senshi." Pyro grinned, blood seeping down his face, "Do it."
Pyrophanite: 3/40
Damage: 4
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 10:16 pm
You're not serious. The retort burned its way through his tongue, past his teeth and down into his throat. He swallowed the words for all their hatred, constricted under obedience and obeisance — feet moved of their own accord. He managed a roll of eyes at least.
"It won't last," he spoke toward the room's exit. "She'll fizzle out." She has to.
Or the snake has to pick up his feet.
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Daekie rolled 1 12-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-12)
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 10:18 pm
"No killing. It's tournament rules." Her head was still spinning.
Saying that was still - she didn't feel so heavy, anymore, but she'd wanted to kill him. Had it been that clear on her face, what she wanted? Had it been so obvious she wanted blood and bone and gore under her nails?
Chrysocolla didn't attack him. She just watched, to see what last effort he could make; there was no attack he could manage she wouldn't withstand, probably, but it was only sporting. It was only sporting.
HP: 18/40
Damage: 2 - 2 = 0
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 10:22 pm
Pyro's face was freely losing blood now, and he was struggling to keep himself up now, the hits from the eternal had been strong enough.
His last ditch was to throw a weak bloodied punch as the blob of heat that was Chrys.
Pyrophanite: 3/40
Damage: 2
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 10:25 pm
Spectator" Holy s**t." Harmtome hissed. "He is getting ******** up!" She puffed out her cheeks in annoyance and disbelief. This wasn't the Pyrophanite she had seen dispatch a super senshi with ease! He had completely dominated the other one! She looked over at the corrupt, still frowning and her brows knitted. Their pattern of speech was a little hard to follow, but she thought she got the gist of it, and snorted. "Ya! On my a**!" She twisted to look at the back of her uniform pants. "But he needs a leash! Ah!" She jabbed a thumb at herself "The name is Harmotome! But people have been calling me Harm for short! Vhat do they call you? And vhat is a Vatican-dweller?"
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Daekie rolled 1 12-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-12)
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 10:32 pm
Chrysocolla took the hit and winced, even though it was weak, because the exhaustion was descending and the adrenaline - however brief it had been - was fading. Whatever fabric her fuku was made of didn't quite absorb the blood, leaving the marks standing out bright against the black of her tunic.
Then she took one step away from the wall and tripped on her own hair, arms flying out to the wall for support, and altogether managed nothing and ended up in the same position she'd started in after a second of scrabbling for ******** Corrupt hair.
HP: 16/40
Damage: 2 - 2 = 0
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 12-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-12)
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 10:38 pm
Uh...Well if she was gonna trip over her hair.
He reached over and punched her again, this time hitting her harder.
Pyrophanite: 3/40
Damage: 6
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Daekie rolled 1 12-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-12)
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 10:41 pm
More blood on the fuku, overall; Chrysocolla coughed, hard, and her cheeks stained red with embarrassment. Still. That had been her bad. That had been her mistake and it was fine and she wasn't a failure just because she'd tripped on her own hair.
He looked like he was about to pass out, anyways, so it was probably fine if she - just - for a moment -
Chrysocolla put both hands on his throat, positioned so easily for her to grab, and squeezed. (And smiled.)
HP: 10/40
Damage: 7 - 2 = 5
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 10:49 pm
Pyro knocked out, falling flat on his back where his nose finally started to bleed less. When he felt her arms around his neck, a small panic escaped.
The youma side of him breaking free, his eyes shifting. "Do...n't..."
He wouldn't die, but if Mamushi...took over....he would show the negaverse just how liable he was...
Pyrophanite: 0/40
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 11:05 pm
Spectator
Schörl suspected, for a moment, that Faustite was peeking, as the eternal senshi inexplicably started flailing around ineffectually again despite having gained a solid upper hand. It was ridiculous as suspicions went. It was based on the baseless, on put circumstantial, stupid, superstitious joke words. She jostled him with her elbow just to make sure.
And the emotional meatbag managed to pull it through, again. It wasn't lovely. It wasn't of merit on either side. What a strange showing of both their scars.
Barbary got up and set to waddle down to the ring to carry an energy orb to Chysocolla at a motion from the General's chin. "You can look now, on sorrow."
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"Shitshovelsandsubmarines." The Corrupted watched wincing, shoulders raising with each contact or blunder, not wanting to miss anything, just yet in looking over until Bitchmints had her hands on Bus' neck and he was plainly being dragged into the black. There wasn't enough oomph in that second wind, even if it'd gotten him another swing or two in to her.
"It's-a-you, Harmican-Watican. C'mon, let's boogie. You take the lowroad and I'll take the high road and we'll carry 'im to Ireland between We-" It came out a lot more singsong between the fake Mario voice and then the put-on Brogue. A lot more happy. More than Machine felt or blue, crinkled eyes showed.
Platform boots booked onto the chair seats that were empty and hop-ran down to the ring, flailing shooo motions at Chrysocolla, "He's down, he's down, get your muggy meats off 'im, you won."
Hopefully General Aurostibite would make it official and s**t before Machine actually made it to climbing in the ring and manually peeling the other off or worse.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2018 9:22 am
SpectatorHarm's brows were knitted as she was trying to swim through the corrupt's flowing river of words, but she understood time to go get his sorry a** for sure. Probably for the best that he lost, maybe. If he had throttled that senshi then... The lieutenant peeled after the Machine, approaching the ring, but she just went right for it. She felt she was in Aurostibite's good enough graces (and knew him professionally enough) that she could literally step over this boundary though it hadn't been officially declared over yet. It was plainly obvious. She as approached the pair, she gave the corrupt eternal Chrysocolla a very blunt look over, sizing her up, but wasn't entirely sure what to make of her. She had cracks like the Machine, too! Regardless, Harmotome grabbed Pyrophanite by the ankles, and lifted each one up to tuck underneath her oxters. "Come on---" She paused. Hrm. She hadn't gotten the other's name. "You---boob poker. It is fine! Ve got this."
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