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 Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2019 6:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2019 6:46 pm
( tw: flashing image )THE ??? YOUMA
Auto damage: -3HP with every hit
This youma does not know friend from foe. It too is affected by the illusions and sees all as its enemies and will attack without mercy. He does not care about whether or not you are a fellow Negaverse agent, he is too badly warped and contorted.
IF YOU WERE IN THE FIRST CIRCUS EVENT, you might recognize the figure fading in and out of view, grinning maliciously.
Civilians: 15 HP / 1d6 -2 DMG
First stagers / cat mauvians: 20 HP / 1d8 -2 DMG
Second stagers: 25 HP / 1d10 -2 DMG
Third stagers / human mauvians: 30 HP / 1d12 -2 DMG
Royals: 40 HP / 1d20 -2 DMG
For your attacks: roll the allotted dice and subtract two from it, that is your damage!
Anyone is free to attack! He does not have an HP pool, just attack as normal!
THE CONCLUSION WILL BE POSTED TOMORROW AT 10PM EST
stari_maga Cybele is hit full force by the youma. She suddenly cannot remember who she is, other than a circus performer. And everywhere around her there are people fighting to attack someone she cares about; she sees the youma as someone important to her.
Someone important who is being attacked by other people.
She can break free of the illusion, but she must be pulled back away from it, as she is too close and the illusions are taking over her mind. Those previously affected by the illusions start to feel the power draining; they sense that there is another life out there, their real life.
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Sweenys_Revenge rolled 1 12-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2019 8:37 pm
Acubens -- Lion Tamer
23 / 30 HPWill fill in later heart
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Aria Starstone rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2019 8:39 pm
Allegra Marchesi / Sailor Valetudo
HP: 15/20
Damage: 0
Sailor Valetudo found herself DRAGGED upstairs, practically. She was still supporting that insane brunet Senshi, but she did not know, because holy ******** this was really distracting. As much as the life of the trapeze artist kept singing to her, trying to convince her she was actually living that life, she refused to give in, refused to let it take over. There was darkness to fight, or something like that, anyways. She wanted this to be over. It ******** sucked that she had gotten herself all dressed up, sexy and pretty, and what she was getting for it was a possibly cracked ********' rib and a battle, with one of her potential chances at fun for the night in an even worse state. She looked around, as they were being pulled to the new room, trying to see if the blond dude had stayed nearby. She was vaguely hoping to play at fainting demoiselle once she turned back... Maybe see if he'd get her, and brown hair, an ambulance. If so, she might give him more of a chance then she had planned for such a self involved dude. And then she was presented by the unpleasant and nauseating figure of the flickering... Whatever the ******** he was. She snarled in rage, and tried to hit him but was encumbered and all she managed was to get a punch in the ribs instead.
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Aria Starstone rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2019 8:52 pm
Seren Yong - Reluctant Clown
HP: 10/15
Damage: 4The tiger had died... She did not know what was going on, but suddenly, they heard screams above them, and she grabbed Nate's hand, worried, and took off, as if forced to do so, and maybe she was, maybe she literally HAD to do so, because there was some sort of compulsion. If he were to ask her why she had dragged them up to this other room, she honestly would have said 'I HAD to!' with no other explanation because she did not have anything else. It was not fun, and she wished she could tell why this need was so strong, but... She could not. When they got up to the Ringmaster's area, she was startled to find another gods be damned youma. This one looked human. Mostly. It was flashing in colors and nauseating the hell out of her, and attacking people. For the first time tonight, she wished Nate had not been able to come with her, because she was both terrified for her boyfriend AND she did not dare transform when he was nearby. If he had not been here, she might have given a quiet corner a go. She was so much stronger when she was Cheomseongdae, but she could not be that, so she would fight to protect herself and the love of her life as she was. At least she had been taking those Aikido classes. It helped her land the most solid punch she could manage as a civilian, though she oof'd in displeasure at the strike it gave her in turn.
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Syrie rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2019 9:01 pm
Suttungr the Dumbass
HP: 15 / 20DMG: 0 of 0, he's doing great here folks! BIG ROUND OF APPLAUSEThe cheerleader gal was giving him a hand still - which was really nice and very appreciated since his ******** foot felt like it was made of glass shards and pain - but even injured and needing a trip to the hospital, Suttungr had wanted to check out the screaming.
He could still ******** bounce around, dammit. And he had...magic. That didn't really require two feet. Since Valetudo was being so kind and supportive, Suttungr was trying to do the same for her, as much as he could. She seemed to be breathing kinda funny.
"Oh, I really don't like that guy. At all." Apparently neither did his temporary girlfriend, 'cause she tried to ******** check him. It didn't work, since Suttungr was kind-of holding onto her for balance and they weren't copacetic like a well oiled team - maybe some day - so instead she got whacked. "******** rude, my dude!"
Suttungr took a swipe at the jiggling-through-reality ******** himself, but just fell flat on his face without Valetudo's support. Oops. There went his nose - cronch.
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Strickenized rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2019 7:16 am
Sailor Pavo18/20 HP It wasn't just their upcoming show that fell apart. It wasn't just her backstabbing lion tamer and pretty friend who set her up to fail that night. More and more, everyone rebelled — audience members and circus members alike attacked their animals, attacked each other, and ruined her tents. Peanuts crunched underfoot like broken glass while she padded towards the center of that nonsense. But as she sat, newly separated from the others, her face in her hands, her mind awhirl with how she might still salvage this imminent disaster, she shifted her foot. She shifted it again.
Those weren't peanuts. Removing her hands from her face, Pavo watched their hardy shells flicker and flash, like a bad television screen, until she recognized champagne bottle shards and discarded silverware. Until muddied straw became sticky, booze-slicked floor. Until she remembered Pavo.
Pavo. Her hands shot into her clutch purse, frantically avoiding the question of her own name. She sought a familiar shape — a pen or a baton, she wasn't certain anymore — and found it crushed beneath a concealer bottle. She spoke an old memory and became it at once. Sailor Pavo. So much still escaped her, and yet —
And yet she braced herself before jumping the table and running at the conglomeration of shadow man and hideous beast. She threw her inertia behind a kick that struck a squelching arm, and it lashed back, gashing her shoulder. Another pang of memory accosted her, this time melding a popcorn scent to an old fortune teller's room where she sat on the boudoir. Who was she?beejoux just playing it as she and adel got separated while my slow a** backfills these
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staripop rolled 1 12-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2019 9:05 am
Eternal Sailor CybeleHP: 24 DMG: 6 The last few minutes had been full of grinding her teeth and fighting with her own mind, but all that changed when a man stepped up next to her. He had dark hair and intense eyes and a sharp red coat. The ringmaster. Her leader. Of course. Everything fell into place. She turned to stand shoulder to shoulder with him and she nodded. Reality. Home. She was home. Her eyelids fluttered and her shoulders dropped as she realized it, but it wasn't that simple. She saw a swarm of clowns and lion tamers with their whips, and the trapeze team, too, like Suri and herself, but there was something off about them. They weren't seeing it. They were still trying to fight. They started circling in, and Cybele stood up straighter, bare feet sinking into the floor while her fists curled. There were a lot of people coming closer. Too many, but that was all right. Just one at a time. Looking around, her eyes locked on a woman with pale green hair, and a lion tamer, too, one who had been lashing out at the beast she should have been protecting. That was what made Cybele angrier than the rest, and who she pulled back a fist to strike at.
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Amasis rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2019 2:07 pm
[Sailor Phaethon]
HP: 17/20
DMG: 2 - 2 = 0
Now that he was upstairs, Phaethon looked around fervently for the source of the scream. He couldn't identify where it was, but he could certainly identify where the maliciously grinning figure stood at the front.
Oh he did not like that.
He did not like that at all.
He waffled at first, not sure what he was going to do about it. Phaethon even took a step forward at first, but then thought better of it. He didn't recognize the figure, but he didn't need to in order to have a very bad feeling about the way they flickered in and out of view. The grin was bad enough, but he'd seen Pulse and he wanted nothing to do with a character that both grinned and flickered in and out like a bad television signal.
That being said, he did have a job to do, and he was here for a reason, so he had to at least try to do something... right? Taking a deep breath and steeling himself, Phaethon once more bemoaned the lack of a stick to hit things with and resolved to, well... try to punch it. He was gonna punch it. He was gonna punch the monster. Another deep breath and he ran as fast as he could towards the ghost.
It was probably not actually a ghost.
It might actually be a ghost, though.
It might as well have been a ghost, though, for all the good Phaethon's attempt to attack actually did. He connected, he did, he was pretty sure, but all he got for his trouble was a sprained wrist and knuckle abrasions. Wary of staying too close, Phaethon heavily debated moving away and trying to find something, anything, that he could use as a club or projectile.
He just wasn't a brawler, what could he say?
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Amasis rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2019 2:44 pm
[Sailor Phaethon]
HP: 14/20
DMG: 1 - 2 = 0
The fact that Phaethon was not a brawler was made even more evident when he turned to wind up and try one more time. Maybe it was the lack of momentum behind his punch, maybe it was his inability to hold his hands steady when throwing a punch, maybe it was the fact that he couldn't actually remember the last time he actually threw a punch at anyone. Either way, his second attempt didn't do very well, either.
In fact, it did worse, if that were possible.
He missed by a wide margin, having half tripped on what he swore was something on the floor but was certainly empty air, now. He missed by a wide enough margin that the momentum carried him stumbling forward and a punch turned into a windmilling attempt to keep his balance and not fall on his face.
He did not fall on his face.
So there was at least that.
He fell on his a**, actually.
It took a second, a second of blinking into the distance as he tried to comprehend his new vantage point of the room, but Phaethon regained his bearings and scrambled to his feet. He also scrambled away from the creepy, smiling, static man. <******** that ******** that ******** that--
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SSBrosB rolled 3 8-sided dice:
4, 3, 4
Total: 11 (3-24)
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2019 3:01 pm
Total Damage: (2 + 1 + 2) = 5 Nolan Ellwood / Lieutenant Chambersite - RingmasterHP: 15/20 Unfortunately in the confusion with the Leo-turned-monster confusion, Chambersite had lost sight of Nubi. It was somethign he would have been okay with otherwise, but in a situation like this, he was worried about the corrupt. After all, even if this event was somehow run by rogue Negaverse agents, that didn't mean that he would be okay with watching his fellow agents be killed in such an event. But he had been warned about this and it seemed that history was repeating itself with this weird circus-themed fighting. The difference though, if the database had been correct, was that it seemed to be only youma. In the last one, there had been actual agents. But this one? It was only weird youma. But either way, the youma would have to be destroyed. He felt a bit sorry for the creatures, but if they refused to submit to the Negaverse, then what good were they? Chambersite threw his toy onion at the youma, hitting it square in the... well something. He wasn't exactly sure what the face was on this thing. Jacques Lécuyer / Basic Corrupt Versailles - Lion TamerHP: 13/20 Verailles barely made it up the stairs, clutching the whip that he had grabbed, and got into a room that was in the throws of complete and utter chaos. He had only just stepped foot in there, when he had to throw himself out of the way of attacking senshi, knights, whatever powered people there were, they seemed to be there! And he couldn’t even tell what they were attacking at first! He tried to find a corner where there wasn’t too much movement or fighting or people trying to run over him getting to the exit and only just managed to find a place behind a pillar where he could take a breath and nurse his injured leg for a bit. It had to be fractured, and he only hoped that he could sleep on it overnight without having to go to the hospital. He would have to have to explain to his mother just exactly how he fractured it when he barely did anything that would cause such a thing to happen. Unless pottery breaking on his leg could do it, but then his mother might ban him from it if she thought it was too dangerous for him. As if he wasn’t doing more dangerous things now. But it was worth the excitement at least. He could still tell that the black shard that he had picked up earlier was in his pocket, which he felt might be connected to all of this. He had read about the black shards, or at least had seen the words when skimming through the database when he had been bored, but he still wasn’t sure about… any of this. Was this circus real or not? Either way, he had to do something, and with a bit of a limp went out from behind the pillar and managed to strike the youma with the whip! Though it didn’t seem to do much damage, but at least he did something before collapsing against the pillar. Sachio Sugiyama - Super Sailor Takamizawa HP: 15/20 Takamizawa had felt Hamal’s hand in his as they went up the stairs to the Ringmaster’s floor. At some point though, a large group of people came through and they were forced to let go of each other. It wasn’t until Kami had reached the room and had gotten inside of it that he realized that Hamal hadn’t made it. He cursed under his breath. He wanted to leave the room and to go find her, but it seemed that the greatest disturbance was in here, which mean that he should deal with it. And once he, and the others in the room, had managed to defeat whatever youma this was, that all of this would disappear, and they would be back in… wherever they had been. Was this supposed to be a circus? Or was it supposed to be some party, he couldn’t tell anymore, he only knew that they needed to get rid of this youma, quickly. Before he could even try to attack the youma though, he had to get out of the way of the people who were currently attacking it. There didn’t seem to be many though as most looked as though they were fleeing. He didn’t blame them. He didn’t want to be here either, but he had a duty to fulfill which meant having to deal with whatever was in the room Negaverse-wise. And of course, it looked as though it was attacking Negaverse agents too. He wanted to make fun of them that they couldn’t even control their own monsters, but kept his mouth shut. Now wasn’t the time to go and make fun of the opponents, even if it was their fault in the first place. Instead, with his hand that wasn’t hurt, he lunged toward the youma, making sure to miss where the teeth were so that he could hit it. Of course, this one seemed to be made of solid brick, so it hurt his hand just as badly as the other hand did. Nothing broken or strained of course, but it would be an overnight heal at least.
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2019 6:08 pm
Corrupt Sailor Starr
HP: 13/20
Damage: 2
Starr hadn't meant to move away from Lia and Dimitri but he was following screams, looking for his girlfriend. Nora was screaming and there was something he needed to find. Whoever did this all to them.
"Nora? NORA?!" Starr was calling out, but the memories of the circus and the not circus life was overwhelming. He used his magic on the youma...the ringmaster...
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frayedflower rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2019 6:59 pm
Penikisite - 7HP - 0DMG Any attempt to hit the culprit behind this kind of failed gloriously as Penikisite went ahead and made an attempt to grab Starr in a straight up head-lock, growling by his ear "Goddamnit, you're supposed to be the rational one here, little star, not me!" He really could've killed him if the ring master figure hadn't been trying to do it already. "Go back! I'll look for the girl, just go back to Lia!"
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2019 7:04 pm
Ciaran Cassidy
HP: 13/25
Damage: 5
Nereid couldn't believe that she made it up the stairs to see another youma attacking, her body coming forwards as she held her side. She only had enough to do an attack, as she slid down a table.
She needed a medical room. Not to be here.
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frayedflower rolled 1 12-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2019 7:06 pm
Amphitrite - 22HP - DMG: 7!There was another monster in the chaos, another disjointed, broken thing to try and screw with her head - and then through that, something else hit her. Something pure. Light. Order. And regardless of the greater threat technically attempting to ruin them all, in all this madness, suddenly order was all that Amphitrite saw. Order was an easier enemy. A constant. A defining feature of an enemy, and it helped her to focus in her own sick way. She saw faces like those of Methone, Ganymede, her tormenters when the order had taken her hostage. And she almost smiled as she whirled on her attacker, glad for her familiar pain and rage. This was Amphitrite. "Big mistake, b***h!"
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