Aria watched the girls attack the monster in varing degrees of success. She saw the glints of something fall off the monster, and girls use it to heal themselves or others. Her hair hid most of the damage, and she tucked her FEAR gem into a pocket of her shorts. She'd be fine, even with the numb part of her back.
She was far enough away she could watch the whole thing with a sort of distracted gaze. She couldn't spot Moosehead or the girl who'd been nice to her, but spotted an awful lot of girls with skirts too short and too many ribbons. She watched, waiting to see if she'd get another opening to attack.
Idly, she watched a tiny little witch fire arrow after arrow into the monster. And then suddenly, something shot through her and she fell. Aria watched stunned for a moment before scrambling up and scrambling to her.
"Did you get a crystal? Use that. You'll feel better bow girl," she said, not wanting to touch her and feeling incredibly awkward that she'd just scrambled over here to begin with.
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Appearance Name: Aria Age: 14 Color: Blue Class: Mage (Lightning) Weapon: Scythe A young girl with social anxiety and tends to be distrusting of others. She also apparently defaults to anger and cockiness. Items: N/a Dmg %: 25
Feeling awfully triumphant about... Well, everything, Poppy could not help her little victory dance. It wasn't much, especially since she wasn't very good at dancing, but that didn't mean she bothered to care. At least until one of the black snaking parts of their foe reached out and scrapped against her leg. The girl let out a yelp that sounded positively mild compared to what she'd normally shouted but it was subdued when the whole of her leg turned black. "Wow, wow, wooooow!" She mumbled, for the pain had gone away entirely. How weird! But all thoughts vanished when she turned to see another girl sobbing and falling and, and, and-- "SHE NEEDS HELP! SOMEONE COME HELP HER!" The young girl raced over to the witch and flailed around her, motioning to a few of the people she'd been talking to before this whole battle started.
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Name: Poppy Age: 14 Weapon: Birdcage covered in blue poppies Race: Sorceress Attack 1: 3 Attack 2: 3 Attack 3: 7 Damage to Self: 25%
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 7:52 pm
The sound of a call for help had Lyra turning around in circles, eyes scanning for the body. She spotted the girl on the ground, a lot worse than others had faired and she made her way over to her swiftly. Crouching by her side, Lyra lifted the girl onto her knees and brushed hair out of her face. She saw she had a crystal and Lyra gave a silent thanks to.. well she guessed the creature who dropped it but then that seemed silly, didn't it?
"Shh. It's okay. You're okay."
Uncurling the girl's fingers, she took the crystal from her hands and held it next to the Fear core, cracked and damaged almost beyond recognition. For a moment nothing happened and Lyra held her breath, wondering if perhaps she wasn't supposed to be using the crystal. Then in a flash, the crystal was gone and the mist move back into the Fear core. It was almost like watching time reverse itself. The cracks were filled and when it was over the core was shining as good as new.
"Can you stand? Did it work?"
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Name: Lyra Age: 15 Subclass: Mage - Star Element Gem: Blue Appearance Damage Taken: 25%
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Elspeth nodded toward Zelda as she looked at her gem, the blackness seeping from the cracks. It was a good question. If only everything had been explained to them by that little creature. It would have been much more helpful and they would have a better idea of what was going on. Nevertheless, this abomination that stood before them was still wiggling and wailing at them, the numbness on her back was concerning, but her concern was more to the other girls.
"Thanks, but what now? I hardly made a dent, but..." She thought for a moment, placing the gem back into the plum of her bow. "What will it take to kill that?"
Name: Elspeth (Elly) Phelfeur Age: 15 Color: Red (Brave) Class: Mage (Fire) Weapon: Ornate fans that appear like knives when closed (not sharp). Short: A 5'2" girl who becomes totally helpless without her glasses.
Hearing someone call for help, Orabel instantly jerked to action and knelt beside the girl, a serene expression on her features. She saw the crystal next to her, and reached out for it, pressing it into Ophelia's hands.
"You must learn to help yourself," She said softly, pressing the girl's hands to her own chest. "Fix it. You must."
She didn't know why, but it came to her like second nature. Wanting to help others. She felt torn, but mostly confused.
She had heard the cry for help.. but upon looking back, two other girls had rushed to her aid. "A relieved smile appeared on her face. "It appears that people are quite nice here."It appeared that amidst this crowd, there were potential comrades after all. "After these attacks, it would be lovely to become acquainted with some of them, wouldn't it?" She said with a gentle smile, bringing her scimitars down for another blow.
As the...whatever the hell it was, advanced forward Phaedra reached automatically for her weapon. She clicked the chamber in the cartridge and aimed. There was no hesitation, a practiced move that triggered on thought in her mind.
Who was I?
Even as her hands moved to pull the trigger, she found her mind fidgeting. Her wish? The...well, whatever that shadowy thing was had asked her about her wish. She didn't know what that could mean.
Focusing on the attack, she squeezed off several rounds and dove to the side. The umistakeable thuds of the bullet reached her ears, she had hit it! She could feel the satisfaction creeping into her as she dive rolled to the side.
I wonder what else I know...
Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 7:57 pm
EDIT: Ignore this...I swear I edited it into my prior post...ffffff. :/ *goes to edit this into the correct one* x'D
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Anua sat numbly catching her breath, her wand disentigrating gracefully back into hiding. Maroon eyes traced the ravaged scenery, checking to see who was left. For the first time, a genuine smile flitted across her weary lips; it looked like the battle had hurt many, but not to the point of fatality.
The pointy-eared figure in the distance caught her attention and she gave a small, half-wave, "B-Bea, glad to see you're alright." She was still too worn out to manage enough energy to feed into any sort of fear, so she merely stared at Bea's strange summons with a sort of deadpan gaze. She couldn't tell if they were cute or creepy.
"How does that.. is that.. weapon?" She asked dumbly, still sitting on the ground, her tattered clothes not particuarly helping to give her any semblance of grace to her dishevelled appearance.
"Did you remember anything about.. a wish?" Anua peered up at the other girl, curious as to what sort of role wishes played in their existence.
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3Total: 3 (1-10)
Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 8:01 pm
Gripping the ( possessed? ) parasol more tightly, Yara jumped as high as she could and stabbed down. She didn't like how this... thing was hurting the other girls. The funny-looking kitty was much nicer. Though... She was somewhat distracted by what it had been talking about. Wish..? What wish?
Lost in a train of thought, Yara's attack was rather... pathetic, to say the least. Rolling out of the way, she braced herself for another round.
She couldn't stop now. Getting too cocky or losing sight of her goal would get her hurt or killed. She had to focus on this shadowing creature. The barrels were loaded again, as she took sever more shots with her pistol.
The creature was whipping around in a frenzy. Phaedra hurriedly backed up, and then threw herself down on her back to miss a blow. Firing off the last round of her clip, she could have sworn she heard the creature scream.
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5Total: 5 (1-10)
Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 8:03 pm
Smoothly, Ashleigh shifted her grip on the scythe's handle, Tugging the blades sharply back to the right, across the middle of the ???. The blow felt a little less substantial than her previous, but there was still enough resistance to feel that it had done something. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw some of the other girls fiddling with their fear cores--after her next attack, she'd withdraw a bit to see what damage had been done...and perhaps actually get to chatting with some of her peers.
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Name: Ashleigh Age: 15 Color: Violet Class: Shaman Weapon: Scythe. It's not an overly long scythe, but it's wickedly sharp, and possesses two blades instead of one--the second one can be removed and held by a separate, short handle (it interlocks into the main handle) in a pinch. If one were to look closely at it, it looks like a snake, with two oversized blade-fangs. Personality: Optimistic and driven, Ash is decisive and not one to second-guess herself..she's also one to see things through, even when the going gets difficult. Appearance: Medium height, with an average build. Toned limbs imply an active lifestyle...not that she remembers any of it.
Attack 1: 7 Attack 2: 5 Attack 3: ???
Damage (Roll 4): ???
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It was like a crushing weight had been lifted. The cracks sealed themselves, and Ophelia felt like her old self again.
She looked up to the two girls who had come to her aid.
"Th-thank you." Ophelia rose to her feet on shaking legs. Unsteadily she grabbed at both of them for support. She let out a nervous laugh. "Do you have names too?"
But not everyone overlooked her weakness. Ophelia buried her face in Lyra;s shoulder, hiding the shame that had crossed her features too fast to stop.
The energy in the air seemed to almost be snapping, her body was flipping up from the floor almost of it's own accord. The movements were a part of her muscle memory but not her real memory. She had no idea what she was capable of--which was a little frightening.
She pulled the gun again as she got to her feet, noticing that it wasn't exactly bullets that were firing as she pulled the trigger. No, it was something quite different.
Is this what it meant by fear weapon?
She let out the rest of her round and spun, bring out another barrel, screaming, "Morior invictus!"
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4Total: 4 (1-10)
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"Eat my pixie dust!" Yara cried out, popping open the parasol and ramming it against the thing. Of which she heard & felt the parasol vehemently respond to in a negative manner. Which might be why the attack was fairly weak... Oh snap. Yara thought, ducking and rolling out of the way as best as she could. Fighting with a weapon that has a mind of its own is tricky. Wonder what its name is...
