"BURN AWAY!" She cried as she left forward, spinning about with arms spread. Fans, dozens of fans seem to sprout out from the ruffles of her sleeves and dress. Her assumptions were correct that her outfit was where the fans were coming from and only when she was motivated to prove herself, to fight, and to protect. The fans became ablaze with fire appearing more like discs than fans as they spun toward the misshapen creature. Most of them missed while a few managed to hit. Her aim needed work but when she stood on her own two feet again, she was confident now that she can be useful, she can help, and, with practice, she will be a force to be reckoned with. With projective fire, she will burn away anything that might harm the girls.
Flicking her wrist, she prepared another onslaught.
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Attack 1: 9 Attack 2: 1 Attack 3: 2 Total: 12
Name: Elspeth (Elly) Phelfeur Age: 15 Color: Red (Brave) Class: Mage (Fire) Weapon: Ornate fans that appear like knives when closed (not sharp). Short: A 5'2" girl who becomes totally helpless without her glasses.
Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 1:18 pm
She was glad to see that they were alright. She turned to Ridley,Tamara, and Orina. "Yeah. Looks like we managed to get away with out too many scrapes." Or at least, that's the way it looked to her. She would hope that if anyone was hurt really bad, they would speak up. They weren't alone in this. When Ridley asked if they should keep a few of them, she agreed. "I think that's a good idea. Those crystals look like they have some kind of healing ability. If none of us are really hurt, we should save them. We could need them later on." She looked to Tamara, who also agreed. "I'm glad your alright Tamara. I was hit too. But I'm alright."
When Orina mentioned helping someone who got hurt, Maria couldn't help but smile. Orina seemed like a really nice and sweet girl. She was glad to know that she wanted to help others. "Your welcome too if you like. Its nice of you to offer. I would help if I had one." She frowned feeling a little useless.
Maria looked up as Tilly joined them again. She was glad to see she was alright as well. "I'm glad your okay. I was hit, but it's nothing too bad. Thank you for your concern." She smiled. "Ridley and I were just talking about them." She was referring to the crystal Tilly had asked about. "It looks like they have some kind of healing ability. We were just talking about what to do with them. If we should use them now, or save them for later."
chirigami
To everyone >I have some stuff to do, but I will be back! Just quote me and I will have Maria respond in the order I was quoted in <3
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phantompanther13
I stole your idea of bolding names XD it makes it so much easier for people to know who you are talking too.
Theidren
Name: Maria Jensen Age: 15, 5'6 Color: Blue (Honest) Class: Mage (Wind) Weapon:Staff
Roll 1: 2 Roll 2: 4 Roll 3: 2 Total Damage Done: 8 Attack was not effective Total Damage Taken: %
Ceres didn't understand why fighting like this felt so good or so natural. It was the first time since she had woken up that she felt this clear. If she were meant to fight then she would do so. Raising the crossbow before her again, she sighted down on her shadowy opponent. Ceres took a breath to steady herself before letting her next attack fly. Again, the wind answered her and the attack flew true, her wind bolt splitting in the air to rain down as multiple smaller wind blasts. Ceres smirked, but her pleasure was short lived when she saw her opponent still stood. Blue eyes narrowed dangerously as the shadow lunged at her, knocking her back as her body instinctively rolled clear and she rose to one knee. "Why won't this thing do me the courtesy of dieing quickly." She thought to herself, her temper rising toward the surface.
With fan in hand, a sensation ran up her back and the next thing she knew, Elspeth was on the ground. Pain ran up her back and she could almost let out a scream and yet nothing came. She clasped her chest as the pain wracked her body. Just as fast as it came, the pain was gone. Angered eyes glanced over her shoulder as a tendril disappeared into the darkness beyond them. She pushed herself upward, holding onto her gem around her neck, waiting for the sensation of nausea to fade.
"W-what was that?" She questioned. As she let go of her gem, she looked at it. A crack, small, but present. She felt great sorrow and, at the same time, fear. Was this the fear that they were talking about? Was this the fear that they were suppose to battle?
"G-guys?" She uttered, hoping to get someone to look at it.
Name: Elspeth (Elly) Phelfeur Age: 15 Color: Red (Brave) Class: Mage (Fire) Weapon: Ornate fans that appear like knives when closed (not sharp). Short: A 5'2" girl who becomes totally helpless without her glasses.
Taisa's triumphant mood changed within seconds after the enemy returned her attacks. She was throw like a rag doll, being cut and scraped everywhere. Her uniform was torn, and she was feeling weak. It was amazing how things could change so quickly, it was humbling. She pulled herself up, feeling the stinging all over and breathing heavily. She had under estimated this...thing. And from the looks of the battlefield many had. There was more than enough of them here that they could win, she hoped so anyway.
Like I've been running for days.... everything is sore.
Why I'm here? I don't even remember my name.... Dani? Yeah, that sounds right... I'm Dani.
I did? Of course I did. I can remember that much.
Dani rolled over on her side and sat up. "Where am I?" She said aloud as she looked around, not really caring what else the creature said. She had strong memories of her wish and why she was here.
"Time to fight." She said as she stood up. Nothing else mattered.
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Name: Dani Age: 15 Gem: Red: Brave Race: Mage: Fire Weapon: Bow Appearance: Click me
Something appeared next to her, and Orabel found herself reaching out to take the crystal. The small creature appeared in front of her once more, and she raised the crystal to help replenish her Fear Core. As she stared at it, she saw a very minute crack down it dissipate into nothing, and she felt a little better - just like she had before the fight started.
As she turned to look at the creature, she thought about what it had asked. Her wish?
Staring at her hands, she frowned slightly when she stared at her hands. Power. She had felt delight when fighting the thing that had appeared, and a thrill ran through her again when she remembered, up until the end, how the whole thing had made her feel.
Taisa kept out of the way of the rest of the fight, having done what she could and being unable to do much more. She had to be honest with her self, and not get cocky. Getting that way is never smart, and it could get you killed. Especially in a situation like this.
Just because she was out of the fight didn't mean she wouldn't keep a keen eye on the enemy. It was probably a good thing she did, as she saw something small and shiny fly off of the creature. She was quick to grab it, and holding it in her hand made the smaller thing appear.
She listened to what it said, taking it in and nodding. Perhaps she'd save it for more dire times. As far as her wish...she wasn't sure but she felt so close. It was definitely something about her...making something about her better...but other than that she was fairly lost.
Rising fully to her feet again, Ceres stared at the shadow in front of her. It would die, of that she was certain. Ceres looked down at the crossbow in her hands and took two deep breaths. She would not lose, she absolutely refused to believe in any other outcome. Her eyes closed as she raised her crossbow for one final attack. From nowhere the winds began to swirl around her weapon, casing her loose hair to fly almost chaotically around her. Even her clothes whipped in the wind as Ceres gathered the power in her crossbow. Braced against the wind, Ceres opened her eyes, her smile deadly as she aimed straight at her enemy. "Let this chaotic wind blow away your future." Her finger squeezed the trigger of the bow releasing her final attack. "Winds of the Chaotic Stigma!" Her voice called out without conscious thought behind them. The attack that left her crossbow launched forth with the force of a tornado, causing her to brace one foot behind her. The blast split in two before hitting her opponent, turning into two tornadoes that simultaneously hit her opponent from both sides. While the attack appeared violent, Ceres was annoyed to note it had seemed to lack as much power as she would have expected.
... except it wasn't over, not yet. The monster shot forth from the smoke, and Tanith, in her haste to scramble backwards, tripped over a thick, shadowy tendril. She screamed: each attack sliced through her like ice, and what drained from her did not feel like blood, but something less tangible, not bleeding but fading.
She hit the ground, curled up in a ball, arms wrapped around her torso as if to try and keep her very essence from escaping her. She braced herself -- but nothing more came. It simply stopped.
With effort, she wrenched her eyes open, but she was immediately overcome with the urge to close them again. She felt so tired. If she could just stay here for a little longer... she would probably be fine... Yes. A little nap wouldn't hurt anyone. But before her eyes could drift shut, they slid down, down to the shiny red jewel she'd strung around her neck. It looked just as bad as she felt: torn up like her body and her uniform, leaking tendrils of miasma... and yet, the sight of it reminded her that she must not close her eyes yet. She had chosen to fight. She was a guardian -- people... humans... were counting on her.
I have to keep fighting!
The newly-forged resolve kept her awake and held her from collapsing as she propped herself up onto her arms. Alice was behind her... asking something...
"Do I look alright?" Tanith grumbled. As she faced her, she noticed the other girl looked comparatively unscathed. "I don't know how 'familiar' any of this is -- I mean, that thing got me... looks like you got off pretty lucky, though."
She noticed something else: the crystal in her hand. "What's... that?"
Fuzzy Thing was there to explain. Tanith listened closely, her scowl deepening with each word. So she didn't manage to get a crystal. Fine. She glanced enviously at the one in Alice's hand. She was the one who got hurt, and Alice didn't -- it would make sense for her to use it instead, right?
No way. A Guardian of Halloween shouldn't think like that! I can handle this! I just have to remember...
Remember how she used to fight. Fuzzy Thing had said earlier that using their weapons should be natural to them, but Tanith struggled with hers until she'd managed to pull off an attack by some strange fluke. This is so annoying! I've got to remember how to fight fast, or I won't be able to protect anyone!
Nothing was immediately coming to mind, and she clenched her fists. She couldn't remember her techniques, or even that wish Fuzzy Thing kept mentioning -- but as she was now, she'd wish to be a better fighter, that was for sure.
Eranas
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Name:Tanith Mynett Age: 13 Color: Red (Brave) Class: Sorceress Weapon: A bag with the letters "TM" embellished on it. Dangling from the handle is a cat keychain.
She fell to her knees and her gem tumbled into her hand, Melony looked it over. A drop of blood hit the violet glow of the crystal. And that was when Melony realized just how much damage she had taken. This was not good... maybe she should just... sleep it off...
Name:Melony Age: 15 Gem:Violet - Dedicated Class: Shaman Weapon: Gunscythe designed to feature her spirit at the hilt of the blade, wings spread and jaws wide as if its roar was producing the blade. Spirit:Amphithere
Personality: A girl who prefers to lend her strength at the front lines rather than at the back of the pack, Melony has no qualms against fighting. However she also fails to seek out help when she needs it. Status: Oh wait, shouldn't I be in pain?
Her distraction at the apparent lack of power in her last attack left her off-guard for a moment. The next thing Ceres noticed was a tentacle flying toward her midsection. It was too late to avoid the thing entirely, but Ceres jumped lightly backward with a quickness that mimicked the wind. It wasn't enough to fully avoid the hit from the tentacle but it lessened the damage rather significantly. Ceres dropped to one knee as the smell of flowers lingered in the air and made her sneeze. She didn't remember being allergic to flowers but it seemed her body remembered for her. The swipe hadn't been that bad but Ceres felt strange, much like she had when she had first woken up. The sensation mostly passed after a few seconds but Ceres still felt an uncomfortable feeling lingering. Quickly she shook her head, feeling a light throb in her temples from her earlier headache but ignoring it. The shadow had looked strange when it came near her earlier but she didn't think that meant this was anywhere near over.
Zelda had little time to say her two cents before the creature reappeared, at which she narrowed her yellow eyes until she was almost squinting. Remember a what now? What would that - Oh damn it, get back here!
She'd contemplate it and chat with the others in a bit. For now, she needed to show this shadow thing who's boss. It had damaged some of them and it was time for pay back.
Game face on, the girl whirled forward and spun the sickle in a deadly whirl, slicing at the thing every few to arounds or so to start softening it up.
Wish? Bah, she didn make wishes. If she wanted to do something, she would have made it happen herself! Not consult some random talking animal shadow thing...right? No, of course not, she told herself. She didn't need to rely on anyone -
- and yet she still saw how some of the others had gained horrible cracks and felt her resolve falter. Her weapon, which had flipped and shifted its volume of steel into dual chained daggers, were suddenly ineffectually picking at the sludge. Strangers and amnesiacs together working for the same thing. Would they die together then if they weren't careful?
With a cry, Zelda slammed her daggers together, her steel mage ability coming into play as it morphed, pulling them apart once more as they solidified into two hand axes. She beset the monster with a fury of clobbers and slashes, dematerializing the weapons into various daggers that were then plunged into the thing's skin with reckless abandon, bouncing back up into a larger ball and chain. Eyes alight, Zelda grabbed the chain and swung it around, the heavy ball thinking oh with each rotation until it changed into a flat half circle akin to a pendulum. The weapon plummeted with the final swing, carrying her with its momentum with a resounding metallic clang upon contact.
Name: Maria Jensen 
Name: Dani
