That lovely little smile of her's turned utterly wicked as the promise of another time, and a hand rose, flipping the endless length of silver hair back behind the narrow curve of her shoulder. "You need only ask." And she would be there. Though she wagered he'd already deduced as much. She doubted her own subtly on the matter.
But that was, as he'd said, for another time.
Their attention returning to the battle, she followed his gesture to the pair of senshis he'd selected as targets for them. A match in power, one of the white moon, one from the mirror. "Well chosen." She glanced up at him. "Do you know what they say of scorn, Keyite?" There would be only the briefest of pauses before she would continue. "I am the discontent that drives men to quarrel." Or, in her case, whomever she so chose to direct her magic towards.
On that cryptic note she'd abandon their perch, moving in agile precision towards the action, and specifically, the two senshi the lieutenant at chosen. He followed on her tail, she felt him there like a dark beacon, but she would reach them first. Charging forward to come to a sudden stop between them. "Hello dear rivals. Let us have some fun." She had turned first to Skoll, hand drawn up, she touched her fingers to her lips, blowing the senshi a kiss. Then, turning on the point of her toe, she would do the same to Ptolemaeus. "Quarrelsome air."
Then, rather promptly, she withdrew from between them, an arm outstretched to gesture to both. "Play nicely, now."
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Super Attack - Quarrelsome Air Ceraskia touches lips to her palm, and then blows a 'kiss' at target. The resulting magic as the effect of turning a person against their allies. Emotionally or physically.
First the White Moon soldier (Skoll) was ready to hit him and now she was telling him she'd cover his back, swearing she wouldn't double-cross him? The shock of such a dramatic change in such a short amount of time gave even the DMS of Change pause. Had there been some magic cast on her without him knowing, or had it been something he'd said? Either way, he was grateful for the offer. He knew he'd need it, and in this fight with all these higher-ranking powered beings, the less experienced like themselves needed to stick together.
Damn, everything was happening so fast, though! He really needed to be more aware of his surroundings, but it was difficult when there was so much going on and this was the very first large-scale battle between powered beings that he'd been in the middle of. Ptolemaeus had just barely considered what he should do next when a woman with an outfit reminiscent of an ostrich (Ceraskia) suddenly stepped between himself and the White Moon senshi behind him. From the aura that her Negaverse signature gave off, the newcomer surpassed both of them in power and she wasn't alone, either (Keyite).
"Fun?" Ptolemy repeated, smiling skeptically. Before he could say or do anything more, however, the lady was blowing both him and his new ally each a kiss. "Whoa - what?"
And then more magic washed over him; this time of the chaotic sort as opposed to the knight kind from before. He really needed to be more aware of his surroundings, but it was difficult when there was so much going on and this was the very first large-scale battle between powered beings that he'd been in the middle of.
There was nothing he could do in retaliation to the attack because while his own magic drew on the power of others', he would have had to be at her level for it to have worked. As he was, he was powerless to resist. The woman was telling them to play nicely and Ptolemaeus curiously glanced back at Skoll. What had she done to them? If she wasn't attacking them directly, did she...expect them to attack each other?
It was a clever enough plan, getting them to take care of each other without having to worry about getting her own hands dirty, but there was just one tiny problem. Whether 'ally' or 'enemy', the Dark Mirror senshi treated everyone the same. He wasn't keen on hurting others and while he didn't mind taking a beating or two if there was good reason, this was a meaningless battle that didn't need to be fought. He usually liked to talk to others and reason things out, but he could also reason that since Skoll was probably about ready to kill him all over again, simply talking wasn't likely to be a viable option. Uninterested in wasting any more time standing there only to be a punching bag, he turned on his heel and fled. There were a great deal of Negaverse agents he'd been meaning to chat up long before he'd met Skoll.
Those generals were more grabby than Ptolemaeus would have guessed, going for what he could only assume was that other page's (Eleusis) starseed and then grabbing for Scholomance's himself. There was what appeared to be a Jupiter page (Tortuga) now who had taken on the half-dragon-looking woman (Cinnabar) and seemed to be in life-threatening danger. Hadn't he just been thinking that the lower-leveled ones needed to stick together? And here was just the person he'd been looking for. He opened his mouth to speak.
"So you must be Cinnamon! Or was it Cinnabon? Cinna-bun? I think that one suits you better." His dark eyes traced the contours of her body. "Great to finally meet you in person! Nice look. Where can I get scale mods like that?" He ambled closer as if to inspect a work of art. "Do you smell as good as your name implies?"
HP: 100 / 100 PER: 10 (edit: +10 roll = 20) DEF: 0 DMG: — Effects:Quarrelsome air - The resulting magic as the effect of turning a person against their allies. Round 1 of 3
xa-disgruntled-dragon
((Awww, Skoll...and just when they were becoming potential friends. Feel free to attack him still or ignore him or chase after or anything you like!))
xWhimsical Blue
((XD Hahaha, no worries~ I didn't figure she would put much value in anything a small fry like him would have to say (not that anyone else, civ or otherwise, does, because it's mostly garbage anyway). But he would probably be more curious and want to ask her stuff rather than try to get her to see value in anything he says, so just catching her attention would be more than enough for him. His roll is for his PER in an attempt to get her attention/talk to her/halt her next action!))
xFiction1119
((Poor, brave Tortuga! Help is on the way~ ...Though maybe not the sort of help he wants or needs. XD; ))
Scylla wasn't the type to be willing to leave Scholomance to the whims of the general. But his order still rang in her ears, and the youma threat still lay dead and crushed at the slender woman's feet. And Scylla stalked just out of reach, her bare back peering out through bouncing black curls as she stalked with intent around in a half-circle. She didn't like this one bit.
There had to be something she could do to help. Or someone else she could crush that may help. Scylla's fury lit under her tanned skin, and the small woman flung out with her magic. Three tentacles took to Cinnabar, the half-youma who was mauling one of Scylla's demi-allies in this, and hauled at her with gnarling, gnashing teeth, indending to pull her fully away from . "Schorl," she snarled, "Let him go." The crushed youma was a warning; Scylla would not be easily able to do the same to Cinnabar, but she was damn sure willing to give it a try. "Please."
The manners were forced. but there. Jada gave herself brownie points for remembering that much.
Her eyes flicked with concern to the man who had been laying under the creature, and the tentacle that was immobilizing Cinnabar tightened still further while the other two clubbed her.
HP: 200/200 DMG: 40 (magic); Cinnabar is immobilized as a result of the third tentacle, and cannot move in her next post. Effects: None
xIvynian
just a repeat of last one- 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?
xKolina
She isn't abandoning their man-child. But maybe you can hit youma 2 again, and kill it before it eats Ice.
xStrickenized
Scholomance, bby, she's going for leverage. You worry about you.
xWhimsical Blue
Pick on someone with cleavage your own size. So much magic text wall for you under spoiler. but tl;dr Cinnabar be getting his by tentacles with actual teeth. Also cannot move.
Staff-Approved Description: Sailor Scylla is able to create what looks like tentacles, but instead of suckers on them they appear to have tiny teeth. These tentacles can either grab and hold the opponent, the small mouths tearing at the enemy's flesh, or strike the opponent. Scylla can create up to 12 of these tentacles at once, an absolute maximum. One tentacle can be maintained for up to a full 120 seconds, each subsequent tentacle draining time off of this maximum. The full 12 tentacles averages 30 seconds and leaves her able to walk- they could last for longer, but the effort of maintaining them would leave her severely drained from their use and therefore completely helpless when they wore off. Maintaining them longer would therefore be a last-ditch resort, only if she knew help was on the way. She can use her maximum number of tentacles once per day, and any mix of the other tentacles would vary on usage and stress. The downside to this is that for all the added control, Scylla also feels things done to the Kraken's limbs more keenly. Punch the tentacle, cut a tentacle and you're punching Scylla's... well, essentially, her magic. The pain she takes can vary from 'ow you punched me' to 'you knifed me in the side, you jerkoff.' This can lower the duration time of her power, and really, really prove a distraction. Strick Description: Can attack 1 target with 2 tentacles for 40 damage. May have 3 tentacles up at once with the third for immobilization.
xFiction1119
Hopefully she'll get off you now. Also please hit Cinnabar again. With something heavy.
xKitomyx
I think Scylla is busting in on your flirt-parade. Unfortunately, Scylla needs Cinnabar squished some.
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spoiler for my future reference -
Scylla - Can immobilize 1 target per tentacle for 1 post. (USED: 0/∞) - Can attack 1 target with 2 tentacles for 40 damage. May have 3 tentacles up at once with the third for immobilization. 4 posts maximum. (USED: 2/4)
Her claws dug into his skin, ripping and tearing across the expanse of his skin, his uniform wasn't exactly protection against normal attacks let alone her's. He hissed in pain as he struggled against her much stronger grip. Tortuga realized just how screwed he was and why he was always told stay the ******** away from stronger negaversers. He was going to die here and there was no one to blame but himself, all because he threw a damn roll of duct tape.
He was trying to reach for his bag where it had dropped, hoping to reach anything that would help him when some guy in a dark outfit ( Ptolemaeus) approached with a deathwish. The guy straight up started to call the dragon lady names... and implying that she was hot? Tortuga could only stare at the fellow in surprise, forgetting about his struggles to save his own life in the shock of watching someone hit on the General who seemed seriously deranged.
Before the crazy lady could even react to being hit on freaking tentacles appeared. They pulled at her, tugging and biting? The hell?!? It took Tortuga a moment to realize that he had a chance. It wasn't a very good one but it was a chance. With as much force as he could muster he twisted out the grasp of the general and scrambled to get away, smacking the chick with his bag as he went. It didn't do much but atleast he still had all his med gear since he would need it to patch himself up.
tl;dr Tortuga is screwed and tries to figure something out, Ptolemaeus shows up hitting on Cin, Tentacle Porn happens, he gets free and accidentally smack Cin with his backpack
HP: 120/120 Atk: 5 Def: 3 DMG: 9! Effect: Quarrelsome Air from Ceraskia
One moment, she was walking along, intent on helping the black and blue senshi not completely die, and the next, well...
Skoll launched herself forward, aiming a mean right hook into Ptolemy's head, kinda sort of screaming bloody murder? If that's what you could call the sound that came out of the woman's mouth.
Aislyn had been leaving practice. Her body ached, but it was a good ache. She hefted her bag over her shoulder and was already getting ready for a leisurely rest of her day, a reward for a particularly productive practice. It was then that she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. There was... was something happening.
She hadn't really powered up much. It had been once or twice but there was so little time in her life that she could get away without everyone being up her butt about where she was. But this felt... wrong. She looked at her bag and signed, tossing it behind some bushes, fairly certain the clothes and their belongings would be gone by the time she got back. This particular studio was great for a unique work out experience but it wasn't exactly in the best area.
She slipped into an alley, powered up, and followed the nagging sense of foreboding that accompanied gathering chaos and arrived and what could only be described as madness.
She wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but she could simply feel who was one of her cohorts and who was the enemy. And one such enemy was currently chucking a snow-globe at a red-head who she could tell was a knight of some sort. She saw the green Chaos agent with her arm disappearing into a mans chest and somehow felt if she did anything there it would only cause catastrophe. But the girl lobbing holiday decorations...?
Hip gripped her knuckles, she wasn't much of a fighter, but she had magic. She raised her hands, and moved as if she were drawing a bow. As she did so a bow and arrow of light formed in her hands. She drew back the string and let the arrow loose, it zipping through the air, until it smashed into Reinerite's face.
She had never truly used her magic before, and she felt her eyes go a little wide as her body went through the motions like it was second nature. An explosion of light and pressure flared to life right against the negaverse agents skull.
ATTACKING YOU 8D I believe with your defense that is 12 Damage smile
Kolina
SHE IS HERE TO HELP YOU...AND PROBABLY GET HER a** HANDED TO HER 8D
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Conqueror's Shot Hippolyta draws her arm back like she is aiming a bow and arrow. A bow of light, and an arrow appear. When she lets the "arrow" fire, whoever she had her sights on is who the arrow will go after. The arrow is sort of a target seeker as it were, and will follow the target as long as Hippolyta has her eyes locked on the target. If her eyes leave the large it will continue forward untill hitting something. On contact with target there is a small explosion. The explosion will be made primarily out of light and pressure. No singed or exploded limbs would take result from, but the force exuded on the enemy would knock them back, potentially barrel them over or into things with a rather unpleasant force.
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MY LITTLE GLASS CANNON IS OPEN TO ALL INTERACTIONS
Reinerite had been gratified when her snow globe had managed to smack the red-haired woman (Hy-Brasil) in the arm, although it did leave her without it until she summoned it back.
A general - one clad in green - appeared to be taking care of things and so Reinerite cast around to find another from the Order to target, with the intention of summoning her snow globe back to hand once she had done so.
She was not expecting the sudden force that caused her to stumble or the unpleasant light in her face, although she managed to keep her balance and not tumble over.
Just about - but Reinerite wasn't going to to admit to.
In fact when she managed to recover, she tried to cast about for a source..
A source appeared to be a purple-haired senshi - well at least Reinerite was assuming - that the purple haired senshi (Hippolyta) was the source due to the fact that she appeared to be staring at her.
Grey eyes narrowed in answer, Reinerite leaving her snow globe un-summoned for now - because the senshi had just made herself her next target...
And even without the snow globe Reinerite could punch just fine, something that she demonstrated as she balled her hand up in fist and tried to swing out at the purple-haired woman.
xParue
Hope this works <3 Edited slight to add in attack effects
Some watching, dumbstruck. Swore. Pleaded, pointless, not making offers. They followed Scholomance's directive easily enough. Cinnabar was a razor, still unfettered. Good, good.
" Others will be taken, if others trade themselves. Not less than a Knight's worth. " The Green General gave a warning, appreciative squeeze of Scholomance's starseed, hoping for exquisite sound. He was impressively flexible to get his hand back around to that particular angle. It spoke to practice, and of a longer sort than yoga for PT. He didn't look, or move, the gymnastics type. Or the circus type. Her own opinion went immediate next to rope and harness, which was an interesting consideration for the situation. Possible? His hold was dangerous, pending the circumstance.
Only brief, only brief. Cinnabar was taken up by the tentacles as the other Youma.
"She can take as much as I can of your magic." Bloodied, but unbowed. More even, of the two of them. Cinnabar was brute force and fearsome physicality. "Can his starseed?"
I do not expect she will be killed, what did not kill me. And how many more times can you cast? Experience speaks of once, twice, thrice. Never more the third time. Will another kill me? Skin much, yes. Scar, maybe. Kill, I think not. "I think not. "
"You've got the tiger by tail. She'll have you." "Stay back. Offer. Or Not." Then to Scholomance, "Or say, 'I surrender.' "
STATS/EFFECTS:
HP: 152/200 DMG: n/a Effects: accuracy -3 to people attacking her! Wearing Barbary, has hand around a starseed 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.
QUOTES:
Kitomyx
Schörl declared directly that she's open and listening for offers if someone feels like making one. Since Persuasion only guarantees someone listening, which she's already doing, I don't think you need to roll PER to chat? For Reference purpose, 10, to get her to listen. Schörl's a converser at this event.
strickenized
^ checking the mechanic for a ruling here on PER vs. already listening. Let me know if anything needs to be edited at all in the post, since this is going up so late to ask some things. Or feel free to have staff alter the post to what you need, to keep flow going.
Kolina
talkin'
Infinities
It's late and uncomfortable to retcon anything, so I'm gonna say Youma 2 nanced off into the city and isn't attacking anyone. also talkin'
STUPID little boy! Blood bloomed like a red flower and it was all Cinnabar could see, her heart pounding in her chest and her body singing with excitement. She was going to tear him into tiny little pieces and then eat them...
Someone was talking to her, but as it wasn’t a shout of challenge or a scream of fear or anything that made any kind of sense for a battle field, she ignored it completely. Her prey was before her… or at least, he had been before something came writhing up from the void around her. Startled enough to pull her attack, the General straightened in time to get smacked by large, razor edged limbs that had sprung from the ground.
They wrapped her body and she roared in pain as teeth bit into her flesh, cutting trails of fire across her skin. They yanked her back, their strength powerful enough to stop even her desperate, angered struggles as she thrashed. Effectively immobilized, Cinnabar swung her gaze towards the small group where a senshi and a knight faced off against Schorl and their pet. Her teeth bared in a snarl of rage, the expression twisting her face.
“You cowardly little b***h.” She rasped. “Afraid to fight me with your own hands?” A well swung tentacle slammed into her head, snapping it back, and blood ran from where the teeth had cut… cutting near-black trails downwards.
Rage made things fuzzy around the edges… darker than before. Cinnabar laughed, feeling blood run down her chin from a split lip.
“She’s not going to trade you, Cthulhu-b***h.” She chuckled, rolling her head back to eye the senshi baelfully. “My life belongs to Metallia. She knows that.”
Her PER is set to 17, sorry! In one ear out the other when she’s in full blood lust
Ivynian
Strickenized
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 9:23 am
Erytheia of Cosmos
Erytheia wasn't entirely certain who had sent the message for help, but it had come from this area. Finding who had sent it would prove more difficult as it seemed there was a much more intense battle raging here. Perhaps this was the source of the initial call. The page had wanted to find who had started this carnage and why, but he felt a sickening feeling in his gut.
It was the feeling of being completely exposed.
If he wanted to get closer to the fight, he would need something to defend himself with. At least, something that could take a hit. Erytheia, after all, didn't have magic and knew he couldn't last long here. Another dose of fear spread through his body as he thought about his own venerability.
As he searched for anything at all, he languished on the fact that he didn't know what he could possibly do to stop the fighting.
So much was going on around her. People were still fighting, fighting for their lives while others had stopped dead in their tracks, just like Hy-Brasil, at the utter horror of seeing the General’s hand sunken within Scholomance’s back. The Knights own hand gripping tightly to the General’s arm in an attempt to keep the most precious part of him from being ripped away from his body. The only thing that momentarily pulled the squire’s attention from the scene playing out within arms reach of her was the curses of Cinnabar as the beast was ensnared within tentacles.
Eyes were quickly drawn back to the green General who was willing to casually talk to them all while she held a life, literally, in her hands. Schorl made her demands.
“We’re here for you, don’t...don’t surrender to her.” Her voice was soft, trying to be encouraging to the Knight as she put on a face of bravado.
Hy-Brasil was terrified. Her imagination was quick to depict horrors for her. Scholomance’s seed being ripped from his body as he fell, lifeless, to the ground or the General keeping to her promise to corrupt him, staining his starseed with chaos.
She felt helpless!
What if she attacked? Would the General’s reflexes have her wrench her arm free of Scholomance’s grip, removing his starseed in the process? Would she teleport away with him? Those were very likely situations that Hy wasn’t sure she wanted to test. Also toss in the fact that Scholomance had given them orders.
But were those orders out of fear? Were they for the best? No. She wouldn’t go and start doubting him, second guessing, and stripping his ability to make choices. It wasn’t fair. She couldn’t do that. Not anymore. Gwen had made a promise to herself that she’d not make the man she loved feel as if he was being controlled by her. Not again.
But what did that leave her with as an option? Loathe as she was to admit it, considering she wanted to punch Schorl’s teeth out, the woman quite clearly had the upper hand in this situation unless Scholomance found a way to wrench himself free of her. As it was, Hy couldn’t see a way for the rest of them to free him of Schorl’s hold without possibly causing pain or worse.
The only thing she could think of was to offer herself up. What else was there? She certainly couldn’t expect anyone else to do such a thing.
Wait…
Icy eyes shifted back to Cinnabar. “What are the chances that she would survive an all out onslaught from every Order member here?” Hy-brasil said, her gaze shifting from the half-youma General back to Schorl. What were the chances that these General’s felt any sort of connection to one another? Would Schorl care if Cinnabar’s life was threatened? And Hy had no idea how long those tentacles would hold…
Then again, neither did the Generals.
“She’s completely immobile which means no one here could possibly miss her. Are you willing to watch your fellow General die, because odds are stacked against here right now.” Hy’s eyes were icy as she stared Schorl down. “If you pull your hand out of him, starseed left there, intact without any harm, then we’ll let her go. A fair trade in this standoff?”
God, what was she doing?! She was gambling high here.
Whimsical Blue
Trying to use Cin. Sorry, not sorry. <3
Ivynian
Hey, comraderie, right? XDDD
strickenized
Trying her damn hardest, yo!
Infinities
Good job!
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a-disgruntled-dragon
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Fiction1119
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Kitomyx
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Beejoux
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And I am sorry if I missed tagging anyone. If anyone wants to back Hy up on her attempt of bartering, feel free! XD
Well, that went about as well as she had expected, but damn it.
The wriggling, writhing youma in her grip but into her magic, and the blood and the pain caused Scylla to loose her grip for a moment- but Cthulhu did not like to lose its pray, and clubbed the youma again, grabbing her with another, unbloodied, arm.
Scylla's voice was coy, clear. "I have the tiger by her tail, Schorl, and I am going to use her to gobble you up, bit by bit. You have only had a taste of my magic. I am the senshi of the Kraken, General, and that is no small monster to awaken."
She turned her head to the half-youma, and squeezed.. "Let me send you back to Metallia, Cinnabitch." If her life was Metallia's, let her save it while the youma begged for her mercy.
Her own thoughts gave her pause; that was darkness she had not tasted in a long time. A path of violence she had thought herself moving above. But Scholomance- Isaiah- was her friend. Scylla could remember the first person she had killed. Protecting Leto. If she killed another now, would it end up the same? The blood on her hands and the guilt for people a corrupted Scholomance killed on her conscience?
Cinnabar was at least part youma. She was already gone.
Scylla stared into Schorl's eyes, at her hand in Scholomance's chest, and swung the half-youma at the woman, taking a risk. Either she would let go to avoid a blow- or there would be no fear of Isaiah's corruption.
HP: 200/200 DMG: 40 + immobilization to Cinnabar. You have displeased Cthulhu. Effects: None
Ivynian
Incoming
Kolina
Strickenized
I mean, you said if I got permission
Whimsical Blue
rip. You are immobile, damaged, and also a club.
Staff-Approved Description: Sailor Scylla is able to create what looks like tentacles, but instead of suckers on them they appear to have tiny teeth. These tentacles can either grab and hold the opponent, the small mouths tearing at the enemy's flesh, or strike the opponent. Scylla can create up to 12 of these tentacles at once, an absolute maximum. One tentacle can be maintained for up to a full 120 seconds, each subsequent tentacle draining time off of this maximum. The full 12 tentacles averages 30 seconds and leaves her able to walk- they could last for longer, but the effort of maintaining them would leave her severely drained from their use and therefore completely helpless when they wore off. Maintaining them longer would therefore be a last-ditch resort, only if she knew help was on the way. She can use her maximum number of tentacles once per day, and any mix of the other tentacles would vary on usage and stress. The downside to this is that for all the added control, Scylla also feels things done to the Kraken's limbs more keenly. Punch the tentacle, cut a tentacle and you're punching Scylla's... well, essentially, her magic. The pain she takes can vary from 'ow you punched me' to 'you knifed me in the side, you jerkoff.' This can lower the duration time of her power, and really, really prove a distraction. Strick Description: Can attack 1 target with 2 tentacles for 40 damage. May have 3 tentacles up at once with the third for immobilization.
Fiction1119
You are free, friend. Also please hit Cinnabar again. With something heavy.
Kitomyx
I think Cinnabar rejected u. Luckily She is a bit tied up.
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spoiler for my future reference -
Scylla - Can immobilize 1 target per tentacle for 1 post. (USED: 0/∞) - Can attack 1 target with 2 tentacles for 40 damage. May have 3 tentacles up at once with the third for immobilization. 4 posts maximum. (USED: 3/4)
When the hooded senshi noticed the Jupiter Page (Tortuga) staring, perhaps stunned by the Dark Moon's audacity, Ptolemaeus' grin broadened and he raised his hand to wiggle his fingers in greeting at the red head. But then a trio of toothy tentacles cut in, aiming for the scaly general (Cinnabar) and the teen raised his brows. Hadn't seen that coming. He was glad they hadn't been aiming for him.
Well, at least with the half-youma taken care of, the page could make his getaway and Ptolemy didn't have to worry about getting beaten up for his bold comments. As he stepped away from the tangled mess of tentacles, teeth, and monster lady, however, he ended up taking a hit to the head after all. If only he'd paid better attention to the beastial cry that had pierced the air seconds before.
"Oof!" Caught off-guard, the dark sailor scout fell sideways, trying to make sense of what happened even as he hit the ground. Once his eyes were able to refocus, he looked up to recognize the White Moon (Skoll) from earlier. It seemed she hadn't let him get far after all. And here he'd been so sure he'd lost her.
"Jeez, I hadn't pegged you as the jealous type," he answered with a weak laugh, feeling his jaw to check the damage. It was painful, but if he could talk, chances were it wasn't dislocated or anything major like that. He also didn't bother getting up because if he didn't get up, she couldn't knock him back down. Instead, he sat back with a grunt, raising himself enough to rest on his forearms as if lounging on a beach. If Skoll wanted to beat up on him some more, she'd have to come get him down there on the ground.
"Hey...the platinum blonde in green," Ptolemaeus called, cupping one hand to the side of his mouth in hopes of amplifying his voice. If one general was too far gone to listen, perhaps the other (Schörl) would. This one's current position was much more precarious, though, and for all his apparent aloofness, the Dark Mirror hadn't missed what Scholomance had commanded once his starseed had been grabbed. "Just checking, but there isn't anything you'd want to trade with me is there?"
Serious question, causal offer, ambiguous innuendo, a combination, or none of the above? He didn't bother making clear which was intended with his words, but he was very careful not to sound too invested in Scholomance's saftey. Perhaps it was cruel or cold, but he knew better than to allow the generals get what they wanted so easily; the despair created by their immense power over the Saturn Knight's fate right at that moment, holding it above the heads of all those who feared for his life and well-being. Fear for the loss of the person he currently was were he to be corrupted forever. Pain for his pain. Suffering multiplied with each being fighting to free the amputated captive.
Despair was at its highest peak when hope was just within one's grasp, however, so Ptolemaeus didn't even dare hope. He tried not to think about or even look at the bone-covered man as he addressed the individual who had a hand stuck in his back. Let all those of the Order think he cared nothing for the hostage, because if he could convince them, the Negaverse was likely to think so as well. And if they believed in his facade of having nothing to lose, regardless of his level as a senshi, Ptolemaeus believed he still had a chance to at least seem to be on even ground with a level head.
HP: 91 / 100 PER: 10 (edit: +8 roll = 18) DEF: 0 DMG: — Effects:Quarrelsome air - The resulting magic as the effect of turning a person against their allies. Round 2 of 3
xa-disgruntled-dragon
((-snorts- Is that thanks to Beej for Skoll being able to give Ptolemy a good punch to the head? XD))
xWhimsical Blue
((Well Ptolemy's base PER was 10 + his roll was 10, so that's 20 for his PER which is > 17, right? So according to Strick's rules, she would have acknowledged him at least? But no worries; no need to change it. The difference wasn't above 5, so it wouldn't have been enough to stop her action, but since she's immobilized anyway, I guess it works out the same~))
xIvynian
((Awesome, good to know! Thank you! ^_^))
xFiction1119
((Hey there, cutie~ ;D))
xInfinities
((LOL thanks for the save! She might have just mauled him along with Tortuga anyhow~))
xStrickenized
((For mention~ <3))
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 10:01 pm
Scholomance
Of all the people that come out here at Scylla's beck, there's not a single ******** martyr. The general has her hand in my ******** back, and the flock's all sold out of sacrificial lambs. Where the hell are the senshi that put themselves in harm's way for strangers?
Or is this how it all comes to end? Bitter, angry, screaming about a life poorly led?
Schörl squeezed, and Scholomance responded with a half-choked yelp. Residual, agonizing threads clenched muscles, and the knight shuddered through teeth. Cold sweat beaded while his heart raced, and he wondered briefly if Schörl could feel his frantic pulses in the otherly space that housed his starseed. Was she smirking? Was she smiling? Was she about to wrench that bitter little gem from his chest? Looking to the lot of their opposition, each stood frozen and waiting, expectant. Each hoped for some other to step in and offer themselves, to dissolve the suspenseful spell slowly webbing each of them into place. Inaction meant not actively making the wrong decision. Groups meant a spread of guilt and responsibility, a sloughing off of making the bravest decisions.
Scholomance never knew the pain of internal damage, but he suspected that the fingers gripping his starseed felt no worse than fingers gripping live intestines, or attempting to still a beating heart. The buildup from the sieze left his legs weak, numb, shaken from trying to support his stiff upper body. His pain tolerance never knew a great height, and Schörl erred toward exceeding it while she held fast to her trophy.
Her pet. Her slave. He would never again know autonomy; Metallia would burn away all she deemed unfit. What was left to do but make a final decision? And how might that decision curve his future? Here, now, he faced a stark loss that far exceeded Alkaid's toll. The potential for corruption outweighed the damage Schörl wrought with a gigli saw and civil war tools, and the thought alone left him pallid with fear. Corruption would end his every friendship and nix his every boon, displace his cat and destroy his workplace. Corruption meant no more theft of Jada's clothes for impromptu modeling sessions, or nights out drinking with Gwen, or sleeping with Kavinsky after they each suffered through a shitty work day, or rediscovering old friends at grocery stores, or playing a loose game of reintroducing himself into Sid's life. No longer would he know Jada, Gwen, Kavinsky, Kam, or Sid. No longer would he pet TastyKake, or tease Quenton about his bountiful backside.
With it would vanish the stark reality of Scholomance. Corruption silenced the Code's vitriol, scrubbed his life of Blaine's treachery, and buried all memory from his maiming. Corruption promised power beyond that which he wielded now, and no ties to a wonder so harrowing as the campus. Chaos in such close proximity sparked a giddiness, a base want so deliriously familiar to him, and resistance struggled to quell the urge. 'I surrender' was such a simple phrase - four syllables so closely paralleled to 'I need a hit'. Four words, and autonomy was no longer a burden. Four words, and he could experience the tantalizing, lurid spark across each of his senses. The crack of ozone in his mouth, the stars behind his eyes. The ghosts of sensation haunted him still.
The burrowing darkness that Blaine loosed promised an incomparable satisfaction, and he felt weak for it.
Perhaps he would have spoken the phrase. The words lingered sharp on his tongue, pressed against porcelain where bone once lingered. Like bloody sputum, it cloyed his mouth. An easy four syllables. A beckoning agony. I surrender, and he would never see his wonder again. He would never remember the heavy disappointment shackling Scylla, or the despair racking Hy-Brasil at its conclusion. Ptolemaeus flashing his immoveable grin. Metallia would strip the lot of it away and bathe him in the blackest afterglow, a baptism in malevolence.
But Scylla acted first, and rashly. Great tentacles burst forth from the ground in lean, whipping fury and seized the half-youma general in whiplike fashion. Smooth muscle rippled and rolled, undulated until the inhuman arms lined up their shot. They launched her quickly - Scholomance found little time to bite back the phrase and he released Schörl's wrist unthinkingly in his hastened retreat backward into the green general. He only realized folly in the greater agony it provoked.
Eleusis watched the terrifying exchange, watched those stronger and braver and better than her try to fight and fail.
The dragon General was restrained, which meant there was a trade on offer - but she knew magic, and she knew that couldn't last forever. and she knw the underlying threat, and even if the woman terrified her, she didn't....she didn't want to watch someone die.
The offer was repeated - a life for a life, and eve though Eleusis knew she was not a Knight's worth, she stepped forward anyway. It was Schlomance's terrible cry of pain that convinced her, really - she couldn't just watch someone else suffer.
A soul for a soul. Scholomance had saved her - so she'd...she'd try.
"Take me instead," she said, softly at first, and then repeated it, louder "Take me, instead." She took a breath. "I know I'm not a Knight's worth, on my own, but I'll surrender to you - to Metallia - willingly. I won't run, I won't struggle, I won't fight. Isn't that...isn't that a better deal?"
She hoped it was. She hoped it was...at least a deal. A deal they could contemplate.
It would hurt. She would hurt. and it would break Dani's heart, and just thinking about that almost made her take it back, but -- she had to do this. She had to try.
