There - was that a corrupt senshi helping him? Ptolemaeus felt his smile return. Looks like you made a new friend after all. It pleased him deeply to witness powered beings from other factions aiding one another.
The only thing was that while the Dark Mirror Court were something of a neutral party, he had yet to see a White Moon Senshi assisting a Negaverse officer or vice versa. There was still time for them to learn to set aside their differences in the face of hardship, though. And at the very least, they hadn't yet attacked each other.
Hoping to catch the corrupt senshi's eye, he waved to her and nodded his gratitude. Right before his throbbing ankle caused him to trip and stumble, eliciting a feeble sound from his throat as his injury was worsened. More than halfway there... he urged himself on. ...Just a little more...
As hard as he tried to press on, the more he pushed himself, the more his ankle seemed determined to trip him up and cause him to stumble. For each misstep, he fell farther and father behind. The falling floor threatened to devour him whole. But if he was to be lost, he wasn't about to take his thoughtful helper down with him.
"Go on ahead," Ptolemy urged her with an encouraging smile, attempting to withdraw his wrist from her grasp. "I'm slowing us both down. No point if neither of us gets to the other side, right?"
Only by forcing herself to run at an angle did Bestla manage to get closer to the edge where running was a little safer. Glancing back, her eyes landed on the uppity general and widened slightly. Mostly everyone was managing to scramble along. But this lady... her gait was all wrong and she was too slow.
A little voice deep inside loudly called for the senshi to let the woman fall. One less murderous a*****e. Except... Except. She hadn't asked to be here. Bestla had seen her clearly caring for the rank and file who'd gotten dragged along. She was an enemy, but she didn't deserve whatever bullshit the ******** obelisk was putting them all through.
"Oh <********>," she growled to herself before heading back to the General and Seizing her arm, pulling her up to where it was marginally safer for her to escape the Indiana Jones designed floor trap.
"C'mon lady," she huffed. "We can't have Mama Duck falling to her death in front of her ducklings, right?"
She threw the General a reassuring smile and wink.
"We can always throw down over our ideological differences later, right?"
AMItotic
Choo choo! All aboard the musclebutt express~ Please add +2 to your next roll ♥
Grymoire rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-10)
Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2018 4:18 am
DM Sailor Lumen: HP - 45 Room Total: 74
Lumen felt someone helping him up and was surprised to find out it wasn't the rainbow colored senshi this time but a different one. She still looked like a senshi, felt like a senshi, but she seemed a lot 'darker'. Lumen wasn't quite sure what that meant but he couldn't really complain and now was not the time to go poking around for details about someone elses life.
He kind of needed to save his own first. "Thanks..."
With Cursa's help he got back on his feet but he still felt strange and trying to get across the floor felt like more work than it should have been. He should have asked where Ptolemaeus was, maybe the other senshi knew, but that seemed like more work than he could handle for the moment. "Not much a a 'fun' house now." He muttered to himself as he moved slowly across room, trying to pick his way around the ever growing number of holes in the floor.
Going was still slow and his leg twinged every time he put it down too hard or it slipped on a new crack that appeared.
Pausing to help the sea-foam scarecrow had been a mistake. Whatever momentum Cursa had picked up she lost to a wave of sluggish exhaustion. The next free falling piece of floor almost took her down with it.
Her footing fumbled, the mis-step turning her ankle the way stepping off a curb the wrong way might have. That taught her to help anyone... Next time she'd just keep moving. "Don't thank me, just keep moving."
xxxxxGrymoire
Kitomyx
AMItotic rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-10)
Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2018 6:50 am
General Zircon HP: 65 Room Total: 84 (after +2 from Bestla)
It was bad enough to have to fall in front of her subordinates, the people who were meant to respect and turn to her for guidance, but then there was a hand on Zircon's arm and she was getting lifted back to standing, even as the world around her continued to crumble. The grip might has well have been on her throat, for all that caught her unable to move, unable to breathe, the panic rising in her chest all over again. Once she was firmly on her feet, she snatched her arm free of the senshi's grasp, her expression far more icy than grateful.
"Don't touch me," the general hissed, somehow all the more offended by the suggestion that she was a mother duck to her lieutenant. If she was supposed to lead, then she was failing, and this senshi was only making her look worse for her misplaced help. What if Cursa or Angelite saw fit to report her for fraternization? Whatever this senshi thought she was doing, it certainly wasn't helping, and Zircon knew enough about White Moon tactics to be suspicious of the true motives behind that lopsided grin.
With a little extra motivation powered by her offense and cold fury (and certainly with nothing to do from the hand up, that was an obstacle), Zircon took to a stilted jog, eager to have nothing to do with the senshi. This changed nothing--they were still enemies at the end of the day.
DaisyMilk
I'm so sorry, she's just like this ; A; I appreciate you!!
The end was near-- she hoped, at least. One more bad spill and she was likely to do something terrible to her ankle. She couldn't afford that with auditions coming up, never-mind right now when her life could depend on her ability to move forward.
Cursa leapt to the next crumbling floor platform, wincing as the sting of the land struck her. "Just keep moving, Cursa. No sympathy. Keep moving."
"I'm trying. It's not exactly ... easy." Lumen didn't understand why it seemed so hard to move through the room but the further he got the harder it seemed. It was like something was holding him down, as if he was trying to move through molasses.
The slower he moved the faster the crumbling floor caught up to him and he took another fall, smacking his elbow onto the floor as he went down.
She was doing so well - who'd have thought she'd managed to make it as far as she had, in such a ridiculous pair of shoes?
It didn't help that all of the people in her faction seemed to be dragging - ugh - leave it to the White Moon to find a way to get a head's up over them.
Angelite made the mistake of turning to glance around, curious as to how her other comrades were doing, when her footing fell and she came tumbling down.
Crap!
(WC: 229 + 185 + 188 + 86)
Room Total: 102
Ghouliboo
Sugary Romantic
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Lucifer Force
Sparkling Senshi
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2018 5:56 pm
[TEAM CIRCLE]
Skye Starrfyre
Cursa
Grymoire
Lumen
Kapoodles
Susquehanna
Kaefaux
Realta
Pixie Nyxie
Sinoite
Daekie
Onnie
Kitomyx
Ptolemaeus
Sami-Fire
Cor Caroli
Daisymilk
Bestla
Ghouliboo
Angelite
Aurelius0815
Hyperborea
AMItotic
Zircon
Your tasks have not been easy and the weight of stress and adrenaline (and some singed skin from “motivation”) has been heavy upon your shoulders. Your group’s tasks are complete, the black door previously barring your progress slides open with ease. This reveals another staircase, but much shorter this time, and at the top, the door is already open.
This new room contains twelve transparent tubes, the perfect size and shape to house each one of you individually. Six tubes line each wall with black panels beside them at eye level, blinking nonsensical shapes and symbols. The electrical wire patterns on the walls are pulsing much faster in this room, and the mechanical humming is louder than ever.
Once all twelve of you are in the room, the door SLAMS shut, effectively cutting you off. There is no other exit in this room.
In the center, pale blue electricity seems to be coalescing, static clinging in the air, sending your skin a-tingle and your hair floating. A booming mechanical voice rings out from the ceiling:
[[COMMENCING CONTAINMENT]]
The electricity seems to have a mind of its own, twisting and contorting like a mass of writhing snakes. It’s about the size of a small SUV by your estimation, and when a more recognizable physical form begins to emerge, you find yourself staring at something you’ve never seen before. It lacks legs or a neck, with two large, muscular(?) arms at each side and white circuitry patterning its skin.
Its monotonous, deep voice calls out to you.
[[CONTAINMENT UNIT ALPHA, COMMENCING CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES. DO NOT RESIST. RESISTANCE WILL BE MET WITH FORCE.]]
[ALPHA IS WATCHING CURSA]
[THE FINAL TASK]
Containment Unit Alpha is attempting to subdue your group and place you each in the tubes you see on either side of you. You must fight to escape!
You may have sustained damage on the way to Alpha. You DO NOT heal any damage (unless you were with characters who have the ability to heal). Please keep track of your health totals for this battle!
[The Rules]
Generate your stage’s number bracket as listed above! (for example, Eternal Sailor XYZ generates a random number between 21 and 30 for each post because they are Stage 3!)
You may generate numbers THREE TIMES PER ROUND! If you’re busy and don’t have time to fill in a huge post to go with your numbers, that’s okay! Anything is better than nothing! Each round is when I’m able to check numbers - this will be 5AM PST, 12PM PST and 6PM PST. This fight will last roughly 48 hours, or until your Containment Unit is defeated.
[Special Rules!]
4th stage characters may use their royal ability ONCE during this combat. Both Leto and Camelot’s abilities reduce the amount of damage taken by their group by HALF for that round. (this damage reduction is for this event only - I know Leto’s ability is technically camouflage, but simplifying how it works makes things easier for the event! ICly, the Containment Unit would have a harder time detecting and attacking its intended target anyway.) Mauvians have unlimited kitty beams! You can ICly assume you’re using your most powerful attack. You do not have to count the number of times you’re technically able to use your magic. Characters with healing magic or abilities can opt to heal instead, generating their stage’s number bracket and using it on themselves or a teammate. You can only heal 3 times this combat. Make it count! If you are reduced to 0 HP, you will be contained!
[You have 48 hours!]
Ghouliboo generated a random number between
11 and 20 ...
17!
Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2018 6:00 pm
Captain Angelite HP: 59/60
Oh... this didn't look good, this didn't look good at all.
As if all of the other tasks hadn't been questionable, finding them faced with a large, ominous mechanical... something was icing on the figurative cake.
With one flick of her wrist, the familiar, comforting feeling of her whip's handle appeared in her grip and she aimed its tails for the mechanical monster.
Cursa had watched enough Star Trek as a child to have been relatively relieved to hear that resistance would be met with force. That meant that it wasn't futile and that they stood a chance when it came to fighting back-- and they would fight back, of course. Whatever energy had slowed down the forces of Chaos in the previous room seemed to have no affect here. Good.
There was something that wasn't good, however. The creature made of energy seemed to be focused on her. Did that mean it thought she was a threat? Or that she was easy prey?
********. That.
"Oh no, sweetheart. I don't think so." If the thing was going to try and take her down first, she wasn't going without a fight. Of course, she also wasn't going to be foolish enough to activate her magic just yet to rush head on at something that looked like a djinn made of electricity. Instead, Cursa unhooked her suspenders, adjusting them so the pink metal plates were at the ends to serve as a makeshift weapon that she whipped at the creature instead.
Onnie stamped her foot, glaring at the whatever-it-was, and if she had tears in her eyes they were definitely from the zapping earlier. And also the mad scrambling across a collapsing floor. And the deadly weapons some people were wielding and she just really wanted to go home -- but it was fine! It was going to be fine!! Whatever!! Whatever!!!!
She cupped her hands to her mouth, squeaked out a choked "Onnie Buttercup Blast," and blew the magical petals at her enemy.
Quote:
Sailor Onnie holds up her hands to her mouth after incanting her attack, and blows a stream of magical buttercup petals at the enemy. If they touch skin, they cause itching and dryness; however, if they come into contact with a mucus membrane, they cause salivation (if inhaled) and minor blistering.
AMItotic generated a random number between
21 and 30 ...
28!
AMItotic
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2018 6:35 pm
General Zircon HP: 65 Total Group Damage: 61
Whatever this obelisk was, Zircon was done with it--with its traps and its running and its humiliation in front of her lieutenant. She reached the top of the second set of stairs with little issue, falling in line with the other agents just as they reached the final room.
She didn't need to read the script blinking next to the pods to realize where they were and what the obelisk was trying to accomplish. Zircon paled.
At first, she took a step back, pressing up against the closed door behind her with a hand touching her lips. Commencing Containment. Dread ate at her core, leaving something hollow and ragged in her chest. Her heart pounded to a ragged rhythm, no no no no no. She watched in silent horror when the circuits writhed and became a shape, something human with arms that could grab and tear and break.
But something in Zircon refused to be broken, resisted the panic and the instinct to flee. If she could survive Thraen, she was not about to bow to a sentient pile of tubes. She took that fact and clung to it, let it be her strength until she remembered how to walk, to summon her boomerang, to swing it for momentum.
"Never again," she hissed, bringing down her weapon onto the automaton with the full fury of Chaos in her bones.
