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phoenix kiss rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-12)
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 Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 4:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 4:46 pm
The thing was thinning out -- that was a good thing. Jasper picked up one of the sheet pans from the table in front of him, coughing into his elbow, and began to swing it back and forth. He took care not to swing it into anyone, but he was aiming for the thickest parts of the youma -- and trying to dissipate it, like thick smoke.
But unfortunately for him, the thickest parts were also the parts that hurt to breathe, and made him cough even harder. His whole chest had begun to burn, his vision had gotten a little swimmy. He couldn't just let the thing fog up the whole room, he'd never back down .. but now it was maybe beginning to look like one bit of a mistake.
Jasper did 1 point of damage the youma.
HP: 7-6: 1
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Appeal rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 5:17 pm
Did someone actually have a good idea? This practically blew Cameron's mind the moment he heard it. Did he really hear it? He had to be delirious from all this smoke inhalation because that just seemed highly illogical that any of these idiots would ever think of such an obvious and sensible solution. There it was though, Menthe, flipping on the vents above the stove.
He slowly pushed himself off the counter, his hands digging into his chest in the process, only to fall back against it shortly after. It was still painful and it wasn't going to get any better while he remained in here. He looked around for the door, desiring to get out of his hell hole since he was obviously not going to get that cake. His plans never seemed to work out though because the smoke was still so thick that he was unable to find the door.
Escape no where in sight, Cameron dealt a hand with the cards given to him. He sulked over the cake he was never going to get and the fact this was all just his luck while holding his weight against the counter as he tried to avoid throwing up from the nauseating smoke inhalation. All the while he kept his eyes around the room, calculating where the door was from the location of the things he could see before he staggered in that direction.
(( HP: 4 ))
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LP rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 5:32 pm
Bela squeaked of course this youma was dangerous and she started flailing at it attempting to hit the youma itself not sure where it really was in the smoke. Of course as flailed she ended up hurting herself, either on the smoke or on kitchenware. She frowned heavily, of course this would happen.
[[Bela HP: 8 - 6 = 2
Youma Damage: 2 ]]
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derivative rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:08 pm
The smoke hadn't really been getting to him, which he credited to his makeshift face-mask and the fact that he wasn't being a dipshit and screaming or making a general fuss in the middle of a room full of smoke. Things seemed to be clearing up a bit, but he still couldn't make out the door or exactly how to get there -- s**t on a stick. What were the odds that he'd get roped into trying to bake frankencake and then some kind of horrific monster would emerge and attempt to kill them all by asphyxiation?
Apparently, in space, they were pretty damn good.
Gilbert did not plan to die via smoke inhalation, however. Actually, he didn't intend to die until he'd crested the eighty year-mark, had a list of commendations longer than his name, and lived in a goddamn excellent house furnished with expensive leather sofas. He had too many things to live for to let some cake monster shadow smoke piece of s**t be his downfall. He didn't know about anyone else in the room, and he did feel bad for them -- moderately -- for being stuck in the same situation as him, but when it came down to it, he was really just looking out for himself.
In Gilbert's mind, beating the hell out of the smoke monster until he could make his way to the door benefited him better than cowering under a table and waiting to pass out from smoke inhalation. There was the fringe benefit of rallying to the cause and helping out his comrades, and he wouldn't deny the motivation if he was asked about it later, but in his head he knew the score: get himself out of there alive.
That in mind, he lunged at the drifting shapes, nailing a couple of them as he propelled himself forward. The good news was, he actually did some damage -- was pretty sure he did some damage -- s**t disappeared, anyway.
The bad news was, he couldn't move that fast without sucking in a deep breath, no matter how hard he tried, and he felt the burn of it from his lungs straight up to his eyes. Coughing, he ducked his head and tucked his arm around himself, chest heaving with the effort to breathe in air that didn't burn its way down.
Gilbert did 5 damage to the youma.
HP: 9-4= 5
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and be blue rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:21 pm
Ricky's suggestion had been a good one; under Menthe's hand the rune on the oven vents lit up brighter, and the contraption began to buzz in a satisfying, promising sort of way. Unused machinery groaned and shifted, the air in the room starting to move but -- only starting to. The gears were old, stiff, still working to warm up, and it didn't seem there was enough power to clear out the room.
Not yet, anyway.
There was enough, though, to send the smoke hissing around in different directions, swirling around ankles and up, down and back again. There was also enough sound to catch Smokey's attention. His eyes lit on Menthe, most decisively the current trouble maker, and his mouth opened in a silent roar which sent more smoke hissing out toward her face, winding across her mouth and nose, and briefly cutting off her air flow.
Before she could retaliate, he twisted in space, smoke shifting and swirling until he was facing in the other direction. Smokey ran for the door. He, at least, could see through the haze.
((note: already warned Iris this'd be against Menthe!
She takes 5 damage from smoke inhalation and something else happens...))
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:27 pm
Something was wrong in his home.
It wasn't that Leo had a deep, psychic connection with his outpost; it wasn't that he knew, instinctively, when something was wrong. That much was obvious, as he'd missed all of the previous attacks, having always been either tending to something else at the time or on one of his rare trips back to Earth. However, he'd been sticking close to his own outpost in the recent days, both worried for the safety of the civilians inside as well as concerned for its fortification. He knew that structurally, all of the outposts were more strongly defended than the road to the Surrounding itself; it had to be so, given that the Soldiers of the past had slept there. However, with the state of disrepair it was in, and the barrage of attacks they'd been undergoing... the unpredictability of it all... he didn't want to take any chances.
It was a good thing, too. He'd noticed the smoke coiling out the window when he'd been striding across the courtyard, and that in and of itself had been a little alarming. He didn't want the civilians to hurt themselves for one, and two, if they decommissioned his rather expansive kitchens, everyone was going to be in trouble. A lot of food was churned out for the civilians in general from his kitchens, after all! Not to mention, you could do a lot of damage to yourself if you inhaled a lot of smoke.
He would know, he was a volunteer firefighter.
However, once inside his outpost, he realized that things were more dire than he had anticipated. Whatever they were burning... there must have been a lot of it. The smell of smoke was heavy even downstairs, with thin wisps of it curling along the ceiling, and that was enough to make him take the stairs two at a time. By the time he reached the hall to the kitchens, he could hear thrashing and struggling, and he could sense the power signature of something sinister.
s**t.
His gauntlets smacked against the frame of the door as he propelled himself toward it, palms bowing inward when he forced himself to stop rather than fly bodily into the youma that was fast attempting escape. Behind him were civilians, too many for Leo to count with a sweeping glance, but enough to make his stomach twist.
Were they all right? Had any of them passed out, or worse -- been killed?
Though the temptation to summon his energy and blast the youma was strong, Leo curbed it, knowing fully well that his attack would shoot straight through the youma and more than likely burn a civilian in the process. That was the problem with friendly fire --
Gaze locking with the youma for a moment, Leo balled his hand into a fist and hauled it back, his intent to drive it into the body of the youma, but it slowed its advance. He swung his fist out, leaning into the room, but the youma was too far away for him to connect a hit; on top of that, it jerked back and away, dancing out of his reach.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:59 pm
"s**t s**t s**t s**t s**t." Ilmenite's fury rattled through Smokey and -- well, at least it got through some. The headach behind his eyes was strong enough, now, that he wished he could share it with his pain in the a** youma. The most he could do was tell Smokey to defend himself, to try to get the hell out of there before someone really dangerous showed up. Someone who could zap him permanently.
Remarkably, Smokey listened. The youma twisted back out of Leo's grasp and, once again, dissolved into almost a dozen dancing youma shapes. At this point, they were translucent enough that the civs could see each other through them, the smoke still making their eyes water but....he was damaged. He was seriously damaged. He should have left earlier, when his Captain had told him to, not lingered in hopes of devouring that cake.
He was also now angry. He went after the civs in earnest, perhaps terrified by the familiar shape of the senshi, determined to at least take them with him. Nevermind the frustrated orders coming from below. He wanted to get the lot of them for dissipating so much of his smoke.
((You guys have dealt him 42 damage, and Smokey is looking mighty injured now. Reinforcements are at the door. And now you have three options:
Attack - swing at the shapes!
Again, roll 2d6. First roll is your damage to Smokey, second is what you take for inhaling smoke. Leo, if you choose this option, add +3 to whatever damage you do the youma!
Defend - duck and cover, and hope the vent does its work!
Again, roll 1d6. Since Smokey's actively attacking this round, halve your roll, round down, and take that as damage.
This means 1 = 0 damage; 2-3 = 1 damage; 4-5 = 2 damage; 6 = 3 damage
Run - you can see the door now! run for it!
Running takes it out of you though. Roll 1d6; if you get a 1-3 you're out of the room; otherwise you breathe in so much smoke you drop unconscious.
Remember: if you drop below 10HP you're down for the battle, but not necessarily down for the count!))
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derivative rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 10:06 pm
((Gilbert has successfully escaped the battle!))
A lot was happening really fast. Someone else showed up -- Leo, thank God, someone who knew what the ******** they were doing with space monsters -- but at the same time, the space monster seemed pissed. Really pissed. People were getting seriously hurt, were dying even, and Gilbert didn't want to be one of them. He was determined to not be one of them.
And he saw his chance. Leo stepped in, the monster pulled back, and there was an opening. He had about two seconds where he wondered if he was doing the right thing: two short, extremely tense seconds. As he was getting to his feet, he wondered if he should try to grab someone else by the arm, haul them out. Who was even close enough? He knew that the monster was getting more and more violent, that someone was probably going to inhale too much smoke and make themselves really sick, and if not just sick they were going to die, but --
But he needed to get out. He couldn't be the one that died. Not here.
It only took him as long as the three long strides to get to the door to deliberate on whether it was a good idea or not. He passed behind Leo, already moving forward and providing a really decent body shield for him, and burst into the hallway, coughing madly as he went. He didn't know if anyone was following him, didn't stop to look or even really care. He needed to get himself as far away from that room as possible, and once he felt he was a safe distance, he would slow down. Even though running made his lungs still burn, he didn't really care.
Once he ran into someone who could actually do s**t -- like maybe another senshi or something -- he'd let them know what was going on, send them as help. If he saw civilians milling around, he'd warn them not to go to the kitchens. But aside from that? He was done. He wasn't risking his life for a bunch of people he barely knew.
He was no hero.
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Beejoux rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 10:21 pm
[Defending! - failed.]
s**t was happening all around her, but Felicia could barely see beyond the blur of tears as her eyes watered endlessly. Or maybe she was crying, perhaps both. At this point she didn't know, and it wasn't important enough worry about in that moment. No, breathing was her main priority. Not escape, not killing whatever it was that was attacking them, just breathing. A full, mostly smoke free lung full of air. Was that really so much to ask for? Apparently so.
She could hear everything around her in shocking clarity, ever grunt or thud of the bodies around her, the screams, the heavy pounding of feet as people ran. Whoever it was, she hoped they were running for help, and not just mindlessly fleeing from their attacker. They weren't equipped to deal with a monster, and why should they have been? Monsters weren't supposed to exist! It went against everything they'd ever been taught about reality. There was bad in the world, evil people, but the monsters under your bed and in your closet weren't real. It wasn't supposed to be this way! She wasn't supposed to be in space, and she certainly wasn't supposed to be choking on smoke from a creature apparently made of the same. That wasn't logical!
And yet that was exactly what was happening. Try as she might the poor girl couldn't get a decent breath, and every rise and fall of her chest was frantic and labored. Wheezing and gasping as she fought against the searing pain in her lungs to keep trying.
It wasn't meant to be though, and before long Felicia's face had flushed red with the lack of air and suffocating smoke. Hands clutching at her own throat as she fell to her side on the kitchen floor. It was clearer down here, but it was still too late. Too long without a decent breath of air, and blackness was creeping in along the edges of her vision. The last thing she saw before everything went dark was Grant falling to the ground a little aways from her, but she couldn't draw breath to call for him.
((Felicia is unconscious!))
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LP rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 10:35 pm
((Youma Damage: 4
HP: 2 - 6 = Passed out.))
Bela frowned at the monster and started swinging it needed to go away. Of course the more she swung the more she felt weak and tired until she finally collapsed for a nap on the floor.
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Iris_virus rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 1:04 am
Success...! ? !
As the gears began to whurr and air began to very slowly move, Menthe felt a rush of extreme relief. It was a short lived wave however because before the vent could seem to kick into full gear the monster's attention turned to her and it lashed out, smoke swirling up to push hard against her mouth and nose.
Wheezing from the sudden lack of oxygen and the terror of being engulfed, Menthe slipped, an arm slamming against the hot oven door even as she continued to gasp like a fish out of water. This was why she hadn't given herself time to think. Was she going to die because she'd been stupid enough to try and be helpful instead of worrying about herself? Tears were welling in her eyes and it was entirely because of the smoke irritation.
Luckily the smoke finally shifted away, allowing for her to breath, and the sounds of people approaching cut through the noisy chaos of the kitchen.
Running was a very good option.. or just trying to get back under the table until someone could hopefully save the day. Of course that was easier planned then actually done as she remained pressed against the oven, somehow ignoring the discomfort and burn. There were more then a couple of those swirling monsters in the way blocking her path to either. And so she was left with nothing to do, but scoot across the floor on her bottom, kicking at the smoke beasts in her path. Surely the heels of her shoes would do more damage then anything her fists could ever do. She just hoped it'd be enough for long enough.
((Menthe hp = 10 - 5 - 2 = 3hp ))
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Lithiasaur rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 1:22 am
(Oh heavens! Time to roll for defense.)
Grant was not sure what was happening. Lots of things were happening, and he was terrified of them. He wanted to just run away and let these things happen, but how could he? There was nothing he could do, really.
But when people around him started to fall unconscious from the smoke, he began to panic.
Panic was not a feeling familiar to Grant. He wasn't actually sure what he was feeling, in fact, when it first hit him. For the first time in his life, or at least the first time he was capable of and chose to remember, he could not make the muscles in his face pull his lips up into a smile. He could not get his brain to process something nice to say, a compliment to make things feel okay, a reassurance that nothing bad would happen.
Bad things were happening. And he couldn't do anything about them. But it wasn't enough to defeat him, not yet. He moved to collect the fallen, unconscious people as best he could. He wanted to get them all out of there, but his own lungs were burning from the effort, and he was not thinking as clearly as he wanted to.
They all looked so uncomfortable on the floor. He had to defend them as best he could, hunkering down and holding on to Felicia, lightly patting her face in an effort to wake her up and apologizing softly for hitting her each time. He saw Gilbert flee the room and hoped the door would take with it a lot of the smoke, and the monster as well. Fresh air. The unconscious people needed fresh air.
Maybe things were looking up. If one got out, the rest of them could!
(HP: 3)
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A Wandering Esper rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 4:25 am
Man, Smoke Thing was angry now. Very angry, but also they seemed to be doing some good.
Still, his lungs and throat were burning, his eyes were watering, his mind was clouding, slipping, but even as it was, Joshua knew he'd done what he could - he had to get out of there.
Fast.
He could see something in the distance. Door ? He ran toward it, but weither it was truly the door or not was meaningless - Joshua didn't make it, the smoke getting the best of him as everything went dark and he hit the ground, unconcious.
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Appeal rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 7:24 am
Could smoke look angry? Cameron swore the smoke looked angry and that was seriously worrying the man. It had to be delusions and Cameron knew what that meant. It meant he had to get the ******** out of here and fast. He knew where the door was and he was almost there, he could feel it! He staggered and dragged his legs across the floor toward the direction of the door. It felt like the walk out was a mile longer than walk in as he coughed and wheezed, his hands clinging to him as he fell down on one knee.
He couldn't stop now, he was so close! He could smell the cake. Wait? Oh, it smelled so good. The smoke had finally gotten the better of him, his watery eyes now seeing what appeared to be a triple layer fondant cake that would have been straight out of a high class bakery. He was finally going to get cake, he was finally going to have a little hope back! Or he would have, had it been real and had he made it any further than just in front of the door. It was there that Cameron collapsed over the floor.
It was time to dream about cake. Cake in his dorm room. At Azure Academy. On Earth. Yeah, even his dreams had to make that clarification now.
(( Cameron has passed out! ))
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