Ethe’s attention was briefly taken off the Mauvian when a senshi with cat ears on her head threw something at the youma. It was enough to distract them, at least. What a bold move from someone who also looked like a feline and, thus, dinner!
“Oh, like you?” Ethe’s right head turned to look at the senshi with the kitty ears. A blast of red fire erupted from their mouth and shot back at Meissa.
Then they returned to the Mauvian only to find she had a clever retort, too.
The left head that had snapped at the cat received a scratch straight to their wet nose. The left head howled in pain (and a bit of humiliation), drawing the right head’s attention back to their original prey.
“This one thinks they are clever. Well, let us see what your wit can do when you’re set ablaze.”
The left head shook, its nose still throbbing, and shot a second flame directly at the cat.
tefla
Magical Ability: Dual Flame. Ethe can fire flames out of each mouth. The right flame produces a burning sensation upon contact akin to being burned by fire and the left flame produces a caustic sensation upon contact akin to being burned by acid. The sensation lasts half a minute. Each can be launched twenty feet and cause moderate damage. It has two uses.
The appearance of a rather large hole in the wall, along with the shattered remains of a potted plant took Irkalla's attention away from Erytheia for a moment before she nodded absently in his direction. Albite hadn't really seemed like he wanted to do damage to those that had interrupted what he had called his "lunch break" but maybe it was because he'd been hangry that caused him to lash out at those he thought were responsible.
The impressive crystal that was housed in the wall seemed to have flared with power as it was exposed to everyone and Irkalla made the choice to try and at least destroy it somehow but was brought up short. She still felt a little on the tired side and it was evident in the lacklustre attempt to throw an obstacle at the crystal in the wall.
There was something to be said about using ones own claws to defend oneself but when the end result was having attention briefly shift to going back to having two sets of eyes remain locked on your small body ... Illyria wondered just how she was going to get out of this one. Her gaze had at least confirmed that it seemed as if others were alright, given that she was taking all of the youma's attention away from others. Except for that blast of flame shot in the direction of some of the waiting room chairs. How had that happened? There was a curious moment in which the Mauvian was intrigued by the youma's ability however Illyria's small body was dwarfed by the size of the youma. It really wasn't the time to try and figure out how the youma worked but that didn't mean she was out of options.
Even as the second head returned its gaze back onto had Illyria's bravado falter as she saw what was heading her way. Given her position with her back against the wall Illyria had no real avenue of escape to dodge in full the flame that was shooting straight at her. Her pained yowl, even as she tried to roll to her left, spoke of contact that the flame made with her form. Her rolling only intensified as her form blurred to that of a larger bipedal being. The motion of the roll seemed to bring Illyria into a hard contact with a chair and she slumped against the bolted down item before groaning.
Her head snapped up even as she focused all her attention on the youma. Her prismatic dress seemed as if it had seen better days and her expression darkened. The crystal on the wall demanded to be seen to and even as she kept her eyes on the youma did her right hand quest along her position on the floor to find something that she might be able to throw at the revealed device.
To the youma however Illyria focused with all of her determination before releasing the signature move that all Mauvians were gifted with. The beam would leave her feeling enervated, she knew this, but if it hit, well then the trade-off would be worth it.
It took a little bit but Antares was able to catch her breath and while she was sitting there, eyeing the milling mass of humanity it occurred to her that one of the reasons she had been so tired and out of breath was from some type of mass draining. It had to be a wide range thing since she saw others completely out of it and it wasn't from the smoke that was once again accumulating. They were all well and truly trapped. Until that crystal, that had appeared when someone's errant throw revealed it, broke, it would continue to affect everyone except the chaotic bastards who built this place.
The fire would eventually reach this room, sooner rather than later as well, so they had to get out of here. There was no if ands or buts... no excuses. No exceptions. As much as she wanted to go after the crystal, or the negas that were in the space as well, Antares knew what she had to do.
The blonde senshi leveraged herself off of the chair she had been catching her breath on and started to try just about anything in the waiting room for its heft. The chairs were bolted down but there were other things there, as the earlier thrown pot proved. Another plant container was picked up and after a moment of contemplation she gripped it and slammed it against one of the wide windows. It made a solid and reverberating thunk but the window held strong. Several strikes later and there were only a few hairline scratches on the window, Antares was winded and once again starting to cough.
“Come. On. You. Little. s**t.” Each word was accompanied by a smash of the pot, each strike being a bit weaker and weaker as her breathing got worse and worse. Her persistence was rewarded with the pot breaking but a very welcome crrriiiiick sound. Two more strikes and the whole window shattered, a rush of fresh night air flowed into the room.
With a muffled curse Sig stopped digging around behind the counter, there wasn’t anything there but boxes of merchandise. Nothing he was willing to mess with that was for sure! He had no clue what could be trapped or whatever it was called when it was made to drain people. He was a bit curious about that if only from the mechanical side of things. But overall there wasn’t anything that he was able to locate that would give him any better idea of what the negaverse had been up to then he already had. Standing up straight behind the counter he took a moment to take in the whole room’s situation. There were a few that seemed to be really out of it, he figured it had to do with that crystal in the wall that was glowing rather eerily. The sandwich guy from earlier was eating a sandwich, Sig was glad he was finally silent, and his beloved was currently slamming some kind of fake plant over and over into the window, trying to get it to break. He was actually surprised by just how strong the glass seemed to be. He knew from personal experience that her strikes bloody hurt and that was with her curbing her strength.
A sudden gout of flame where there hadn’t been one before, followed by a yowl, had his head whip in that direction only to see Illyria get signed by a youma with three heads! Now that couldn’t stand! Not at all! So Sig did the only thing that he had been doing this entire night, he threw something. The Ida page grabbed up a crystal paperweight, not even caring if it was one of those draining crystals, and threw it with all his might towards the youma.
His aim stunk… or was the best ever depending on how you looked at it, because rather than hit the youma attacking his feline friend the crystal that he threw slammed into the purple one that was visible through the chipped and crumbling drywall. A rather ominous rumble and audible cracking sound occurred even as the wall crystal flashed a moment before settling back down. “Well that's not good,” Sig muttered before he grabbed some of the CDs and started to flick them towards the youma, just because the wall crystal was acting dangerous didn’t mean he would let the dog creature continue to attack Illyria.
The Final Game... part 2-ish Players, please roll Three 20 Sided Dice because the crystal is exposed and drains even more ~ Roll an Even number on the first die, you feel the effects of the hidden draining device/crystal. Second die will inform you how affected you are (out of 20). Ex: 6,5 - Barely affected ~ Roll an Odd number on the first die, you do not feel the effects of the hidden draining device! Second die will inform you of nothing… you weren't affected at all so no harm no foul.
~ If the third die shows anything BELOW a 15 a flare of energy is released from the CRACKED crystal and dark smog is released before it is formed into a youma that will rabidly go after ANYONE in the room, chaos included. ~~ A snake, frog, toad, or salamander is produced. They are glowing green and seem to be oooozing. Those from the staff room might recognize them as being related to the toads from the lockers in there!
~ If the third die shows 15 or higher the CRACKED crystal is broken in an explosive way o.O! Oh dear you triggered the nasty little surprise the Mauvians left behind in their creation. ~~ Personal damage can occur at this time but up to characters/players how impacted they are by the explosion.
OOC Info:This is a DICE GAME. Anyone choosing to participate in this dice game MUST roll the dice once for each day they post, any additional rolls will be up to the player but it is suggested an hour between each roll. The longer you are in the waiting room the more you will have to roll the dice.
negaverse civilians have been drained because you can't tell who is chaos under their civ glamor but typically while powered they are immune [typically]
If an accidental roll is created please edit the post with a Bolded Red ‘VOID’ at the top, you are still free to use it for RP though. The dice roll just won't count towards the game completion.
Fiction1119
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2023 3:43 pm
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Someone broke through the glass windows and busted through the doors… oddly enough no alarms sounded… same as when the back door was broken in.
Can you say ‘Suspicious!’
Either way I’m getting out of here!
Once escaping from the waiting room any injuries or energy draining that occurred can affect the next thread per player’s personal style.
OOC Info: Players are free to move on to the next thread, the Parking Lot OR remain in this thread for the final.5 dice game.
Action: Throwing the only thing he has to his name. Have some stick shaped seasoning! Hope it makes you itch--- Attacking: Antares
It was lackluster, petty, childish-- Zultanite couldn't sit and listen to all the smashing anymore, not as his own ire grew exponentially with the Senshi's every escape attempt growing more and more successful by the second. He wasn't about to stand in front of the window and take a pot to the head though, so he did the second least useless thing he could think to do.
He waited for her to sit down, shoved free of the wall that was his primary support; summoning his stupid cinnamon stick into his gloved hands just to promptly lob it at her pretty blond face. He hoped it irritated her to no end, smudged those fair features, filthied her slender neckline and barely there fuku which reminded him of on screen stars from silver era films.
If he survived this at all? He'd blame the heat for ruining his every thought, his own exhaustion for making things far muddier in his own mind than they would've been if he'd managed to stay uninjured and clearheaded. As it was? He silently followed up his cinnamon flavored revenge with a focused glower and a pair of middle fingers in her direction. He wondered if the broken open windows and flung free door would make the fire at their backs even worse, if the inevitable backdraft would pull all those terrible flames through? He figured time would tell as he limped his way towards the easiest, door shaped out available, no way he was sticking around here to get barbequed or shishkabobed.
[ZULTANITE EXIT STAGE PARKINGLOT~]
Fiction1119
Sup blondie! Broken glass is a hazard dontcha know?
Action: Laid up dramatically--- Attacking: 1 left in the tank, just in case!
Every fresh new breath felt harder, like he was sitting in the middle of the desert with the heat on blast and not a drop of water in sight. Mirabilite groaned dramatically and decided that if anyone came to kick him while he was down? Then they'd be getting a free kick in, he'd just have to commit any future oncoming boots to memory; he didn't have the stamina for this!
"Alllbitteee---you'd better not let me die....I'll haunt you...are you paying any attention to me at all? Bâtard, like I'm not even here...." and oh yes, he would indeed heap it on, would whine it up, all his earlier sparkle and snappish bluster had dwindled down into a pitiful huff and snuffle of power sapped sadness. Even as the doors swung wide and window shattered Mirabilite waited to be ferried on and out by whomever first came to rescue him. He was not lifting his legs to walk again, not in this lifetime!
At least, not tonight!
.:Eternal Husband Albite, Corrupt Senshi of The Sandwhich:.
Action: Shooting the breeze, savoring every bite--- Attacking: C o u n t i n g-- One Lt., Two basic corrupts, Three---
"We're good Starshine, all's fair in food wars," Albite offered the words evenly in Erytheia's direction, claiming no harm no foul. As if he was going to blame them for defending themselves against him, that sounded like a silly thing to do, and his grinning acceptance of the apology reflected that. "Though--t'be extra fair? Facts are that you n yours shouldn't've even been in there in the first place---Come to think of it, y'shouldn't really be here at all, least, I don't think you should be?" he clucked his tongue, shrugged the thought away. All kicked back, observing his surroundings while savoring every bit of sauce and bite of extra meat. Sucking the runoff clean of index and thumb. Wouldn't do to get his rings messy in all of this either, so he tried his hardest to eat cleanly even as he spoke between bites and lounged, like he couldn't hear the flames gnawing at the walls from the next room over. Like the heat in the room wasn't growing by oxygen sapping degrees.
He figured it was only a matter of time before the shoved shut door between space A and space B caught fire entirely and pushed everyone into finding yet another exit as fire exploded into this room too---
"Cute boots---" nodded in the golden bodied Senshis direction, and he wondered if she knew about the in-betweens of the best food times. What about snacks, linner, brunch! He supposed it was all better saved for another day, when things were a bit more calm! Or even more exciting! For right now? He was enjoying his lunch, and eying all that surrounded, it seemed the most complex task to chew and take stock of who he'd need to drag out at the same time. He'd be damned if he was leaving any of their agents behind though, especially the ones who seemed on the verge of collapse from over-exertion and the siphoning pull the room seemed to have on the very air; made things sorta tingly---
'Mira's gonna need a ride home, the cinnamon lookin ********, and who else?'
"Seriously Mira, you're not dying yet! For Metallias sake, you're fine. Gimme, like, five t'finish this n'well move on, yeah?" Even as the doors swung wide and the windows burst free of their sturdy panes in tinkling shards. Albite seemed to be waiting, attentive shepherd looking for those wayward straying sheep while the battle raged on---
Meighei
All's well that's Albite Starshine! A little bit of arrowing never killed anyone--
lizbot
Wait until you find out about Linner and Brunch!!
amorremanet
Lookit all the room going 'fwoomph'
(Rolling 4 20's for the sake of Effects on Albite + Mirabilite if any!)
chi honda rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 7Total: 15 (2-20)
Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2023 7:35 pm
Super Sailor Osiris has somehow made his way into this weird room. The carpet is dark blue and the chairs are padded for comfort. Plants added some much-needed greenery to the area, while a counter and some shelves of products highlighted where the receptionist would normally be manning the phone. Normally in his ordinary college student life, this kind of thing would probably be a normal occurrence. Like going to the doctor's office, or a school nurse. But in his Sailor form well this just screamed trap. The dark blue carpet and padded chairs create a calming atmosphere, while the plants add a touch of nature. The counter and shelves of products, which would normally be manned by a receptionist, give the impression of a business. Taken together, these elements create the look of a legitimate business, but with the added element of a trap.
He looked behind him and could see the fire gaining traction. It wouldn't be long before he reached this room too. As he walked into this new room, he noticed that the fire was spreading quickly, and he knew that if he didn't act quickly, he would soon be trapped in this room with no way out. He knew that if he stopped, the fire would spread and he would be unable to escape. He had to act fast. The thing is he was starting to feel his power drain. It was like the more time he spent in this room the more it took from him. He knew he had to get out of here before it was too late. He quickly began looking for a way out of the room, but found that he was stuck. He knew he had to act quickly if he was going to escape. The thing was he wasn't quite sure how you escape from a waiting room. It was meant to keep people waiting.
He looked around and thought it would be nice if there was a broken window or something. Then he heard what sounded like broken glass. No alarm or anything, but something or someone definitely broke something. He quickly headed in that direction and let out a sigh of relief when he saw that he was right something was definitely broken. It was a window - one he could use to escape. Now he knew this was too good to be true, and once again probably a trap, but he didn't really have another option right? "Well here goes nothing," he said as he eyed the window and could see the flames behind him growing in the other room.
He knew he had to make a break for it. He quickly ran to the broken window and jumped out! He hoped to make it out before the flames consumed him. He made it just in time, but he knew this was only the beginning of his battle. He had to keep going and find safety. He knew he had to come up with a plan to survive. He had to keep running. And whatever battle lay ahead he was ready!
The wall vibrated and flexed, it was just a temporary wall after all, not made to hold up more then just itself, and that was enough apparently.
The purple CRACKED crystal did not like the sudden jerking of its residence and with a rather malicious wine it shattered... EXPLOSIVLY!
{{One very lucky, or unluckily depending on how you see it, person triggered the crystal to self destruct and now there is shards of crystal everywhere, a smoking hole in the wall, and an explosive force that likely tossed you around some.
The crystal is broken, no further draining will occur from the crystal... other negas... thats up to them. Feel free to stick around in this thread for fighting, fixing, eating, chatting... what have you but remember the building is on fire and the smoke will be getting thicker ^_^ }}
Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2023 1:54 pm
Erytheia nodded to Albite. This whole endeavor had been pretty foolish on his part. He’d fallen for the too-good-to-be-true promise of a good night’s sleep. What had he thought he was going to get?
“Well, I suppose I’ll take my leave, then. I need to get this one home.”
The knight lifted a now loudly snoring Urania from her seat. He could hear people beginning to gather outside. Best to leave now and cut their loses. The draining device was destroyed. There was no point in staying around.
At least, Urania had found a way to get some rest. For Erytheia, it wouldn’t be so easy.
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Urania and Erytheia Exit
Meighei
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2023 2:03 pm
Ethe had never been hit by a Mauvian’s star beam before and it showed.
They didn’t even move when the star on the now humaniod Illyria lit up. The youma just opened ther jaws again to attack. Nonethewiser, they went in close for the finish.
And got a beam directly to the face!
They howled and shook their head, trying to see. The beam certainly did sting! But perhaps that was because they were so close that they took it right in the eye. The more perilous effect was that they were completely stunned.
Being unable to move, they took the full hit from the exploding crystal and turned to dust.
Farbauti, Basic Order Senshi of Rage Action: being piteous, honestly.
On the plus, the Negaverse senshi with the intense sandwich-lust—Albite of Retribution, maybe? he’d said that, hadn’t he?—made himself easy to find, both because he was tall and because his voice seemed to carry.… And, Farbauti supposed, because he seemed very interested in finding and getting his hands on the sandwich he’d been promised. That kind of drive made it easy for people to stand out from the crowd, probably even more so when they were so single-mindedly focused on something, even when that was probably some kind of bad idea. Like having a situation similar to this on one’s hands and still single-mindedly pursuing a sandwich.
……Or, make that, sandwiches. Three of them by now, it seemed?
The two sandwiches that he already had, plus the one that Farbauti handed over after being shepherded toward a chair (in which he pretty promptly collapsed like a sack of potatoes dropped from a very great height)?
That was nice for him, Farbauti assumed. Unless it wasn’t. But it probably was. At least, Farbauti hoped that it was nice for the tall Nega-senshi who’d wanted his sandwiches so very badly.
Farbauti really, really hoped.
Feeling more than a little bit piteous—not least because his head was absolutely swimming, and distinctly not in any kind of fun way that might have involved a trip to the beach, or some time at a pool, or maybe chilling out with people who maybe liked Farbauti or at least more or less tolerated his presence—but feeling more than a little bit piteous, Farbauti looked up at his Nega-rescuer. His lower lip jutted out without him really trying to do it? He didn’t really know. Everything felt heavy, and muddy, and parsing out the question of his name took far too much thought because it wasn’t really a complicated question, Farbauti didn’t think? Like, asking someone their name was generally not considered as big a deal as his sluggish brain was making it.
“It…… Farbauti,” he finally managed to say, rubbing at one of his eyes and very badly wishing that he was at home, where he could safely power down and sleep. “My name’s Farbauti.…… You’re really nice.…… Most Negaverse people I’ve met before haven’t been so nice.……”
He thought about the one senshi in the black, pink, blue ensemble who’d drained his energy in the middle of the street when he’d just wanted to see if she was lost. He thought about the a*****e with the bow and arrow who’d drained him in a park and acted like a ******** creep about how Vanya had to make deliveries on his bike because he didn’t have a car (even though bike deliveries could often be faster in a big city). He thought about the crazy lady who’d started plunging her hand into his chest, which had required Asmodeus’s intervention, and the guy in the longcoat with the flame design whose energy draining had, apparently, made Vanya’s starseed Do A Thing that had helped Ash find him and Awaken him.
Albite, Farbauti decided, was nothing like any of those guys.
Which would have been a more reassuring thought if not for the smoke still flooding the room, some coming from the fire, and the rest……coming from some crystal.…… A crystal that Farbauti distinctly did not like the look of.
Shiningamisgirl
now, to write another tag where albite can yoink him and toss him out into the parking lot! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Making it into the waiting room, Beatrix looked around at all the hell breaking loose. Looking for the corrupt she'd helped was the main focus until she saw a familiar face that made her equally angry and excited. That knight b*****d she'd almost killed was here and messing s**t up. She'd left him in bad shape that night and here he was messing around in things again, she'd have to make sure the damage stuck around if she could.
She felt the thing draining her and scowled as she made her way towards the counter, carefully pulling out a starseed and chomping down on it without trying to draw much attention to it as she went. She'd needed to make sure she finished the job this time if she could and get that starseed back in her grasp. The fog rolled out from her again as she closed that last bit of distance with her run. "Hey remember me?"
Fiction1119
Sailor Scout Attack: Beatrix's Grasp A dark fog radiates out from Beatrix, a shadowy figure appears in the fog. It will reach out to grab an enemy with an icy cold hand. The being is still mostly enveloped by the fog or shadows. The radius is 6 feet. Effect and illusion lasts for 15 seconds and can be used 3 times per battle
