Looking around, it seemed like the other few scouts present were getting free themselves from the tangles, so he wasn't needed on that front. Man up, Quenton. Do something useful. Take a risk and help a bit for everyone to have time to get clear to safety.
What about that guy that had been in the center ring before?. The one with the cap. He was an agent, sure enough, and scary as hell for that, but maybe, just maybe, he wasn't actively looking at the ground much with all the running people and tentacles to draw eyes upwards. Thraen ran near, but not engaging the man from his revelry, hissing his command words to focus his magic- "Thraen Annual Planting..."
Flowers spring up in a ringed bed of color and lucious scent.
ChibiGingi
First Roll: 1 (1-10) - odds, caught by a tentacle Second Roll: 8 (1-10) - even, freedom! Third Roll: 4 (1-10) - even, dusting a youma Fourth Roll: 4 (1-10) - even, dusting a youma Fifth Roll: 5 (1-10) - odds, caught by a tentacle Sixth Roll 7 (1-10) - odds, still caught by a tentacle Seventh Roll: 2 (1-10) - Evens, freedom! Eighth Roll: 2 (1-10) - even, freeing a civilian Ninth Roll: 6 (1-10) - even, freeing Polaris Tenth Roll: 5 (1-10) - odds, caught by a tentacle Elevent, current: 6 (1 -10) - Evens, using magic to try to sleep Buddy
It took much longer than he would have liked to recover from the blow, and Buddingtonite spent more time looking to see what, or who, had hit him than looking for another target. He turned his head this away and that, trying to see who had dared to strike him and not even bothered to announce their attack. "Alright, real funny! Now show yourself so that I may deal with you personally!"
He had no time to find the culprit in this mess, and now he had another problem on his hands. He heard someone shout, though it wasn't a confession. No, something far worse. It sounded like someone was reciting a spell, and that was something that no Negaverse officer wanted to hear! "No, no, no, noooo!"
It was too late to either dodge or flee, and the moment Buddingtonite set eyes on the opponent that had snuck up on him, flowers seemed to bloom out of nowhere, their mists hitting him at full blast and causing the Negaverse officer to sway, trying to run away and managing a few feet before lowering himself to the ground with a grunt. "Ugh... just wait... until I wake up..."
Ivynian
Roll 1: 14 Roll 2: 11 Roll 3: 16 Roll 4: 17 Roll 5: 4 Roll 6: 1 Roll 7: 3 Roll 8: 6 Roll 9: 1
ChibiGingi
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1 and 5 ...
1!
Ashleigh had been grabbed up by an adult, who briefly tried to reassure her, but she was freaked in unsure the man was trying to help her or not, so she fought against him for a moment, until he knocked away a tentacle that tried to snatch her up. She was grateful to him, but he paid for his bravery being snatched up himself and releasing Leah.
"No," she cried out jumping to try to grab his leg, but the youma had snatched him up to quickly and she couldn't. The man told her to run, and she hesitated, until a tentacle came close and she took off in a hobbling run, tears still running down her face.
She turned briefly hearing her name to see her mother and despite her smarting ankle she made a bee-line for her, crashing into her and squeezing her tight. Seconds later her mother was pulling her along and she felt less frantic knowing her mom was okay. Now they just needed to get out of there.
Roll 1: 5 odd, not grabbed Roll 2: 5 odd, not grabbed Roll 3: 5 odd, not grabbed Roll 4: 4 even, grabbed up Roll 5: 4 even, dropped Roll 6: 1 odd, not grabbed
Ivynian rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9Total: 9 (1-10)
Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 3:33 pm
Sailor Thraen
Oh thank goodness it worked, because it looked like that guy was about to be pissed or violent or both...and as he went down, Thraen ran forward and mounted up- straddled Buddingtonite's waist and put his hands to the man's chest in order to start frisking him like a perverted, rushed airport employee to find out and take off him any of those energy orbs they were all stashing away. Fifteen seconds! One-
Only as he first got his hands on the captain they were each wrapped by black tentacles and hauled him up with a surprised, terrified shriek off the captain and suspended into the air. They defended the Agents, too? He had to get free or he was a sitting duck.
ChibiGingi
First Roll: 1 (1-10) - odds, caught by a tentacle Second Roll: 8 (1-10) - even, freedom! Third Roll: 4 (1-10) - even, dusting a youma Fourth Roll: 4 (1-10) - even, dusting a youma Fifth Roll: 5 (1-10) - odds, caught by a tentacle Sixth Roll 7 (1-10) - odds, still caught by a tentacle Seventh Roll: 2 (1-10) - Evens, freedom! Eighth Roll: 2 (1-10) - even, freeing a civilian Ninth Roll: 6 (1-10) - even, freeing Polaris Tenth Roll: 5 (1-10) - odds, caught by a tentacle Eleventh Roll: 6 (1 -10) - Evens, using magic to try to sleep Buddy Twelfth, Current: 9 (1-10) - odds, scooped up by a tentacles off Buddingtonite
Who knew how much time had passed before Buddingtonite felt the pull to conscious tugging at him annoyingly, but when Buddingtonite woke, it had done nothing for his temper. He felt sluggish, cranky, and having not only been assaulted with an snow cone, a piece of metal that he couldn't even see, and now, a Senshi's magic? This time, he had found the culprit, and he was not going to allow this to go unpunished. He looked at Thraen, and the sight of the Senshi that assaulted him with those drowzy little spores trapped in a youma's clutches brought a deep grin on his face. "Oh, well, isn't this a twist of unfortunate luck for you?"
He was ripe for the picking, and the way that Buddingtonite approached Thraen was slow and menacing, but with purpose. The way he clutched his fist made his clear that he was going for the kill, but his death blow wouldn't have been for the senshi. There was another victim nearby, and he made sure that the Order senshi was paying attention when he plunged his gloved hand into that young woman's chest, speaking over her screams. "Just remember, this could have been yours..."
Without warning or waiting for Thraen to beg, he ripped it out, and he gave the woman's starseed a playful toss in the air as he continued towards the Senshi's tangled body. "Now, I'm told terrible things happen to someone when anyone below General-King rank tries to convert their starseed... I'm curious... what will happen if a Captain tries?"
There was one way to find out...
Ivynian
Roll 1: 14 Roll 2: 11 Roll 3: 16 Roll 4: 17 Roll 5: 4 Roll 6: 1 Roll 7: 3 Roll 8: 6 Roll 9: 1 Roll 10: 13 Roll 11: 20
Now would have been a prime time for someone to interrupt him, either intentionally coming to this Senshi's rescue or simply throwing Buddingtonite into the crossfires and making the save in a clumsy manner. Had Buddingtonite spent more time bragging, maybe that could have happened, but even he was surprised when he was able to get a clear shot of the Senshi's chest, and even more surprised when he pushed his hand through.
"Oh? That's surprising! This is usually the time some noble hero appears to save the day," he said, pushing his hand deeper in until he could feel his fingers brush against the starseed, gently at first, then clutching it tightly, as though he were trying to shatter it within his grasp from within his chest. He could have pulled it out and ended his life. He probably should have. But where would the fun in that be? "Guess Lady Luck favors me today..."
He kept his grip in tact but he did not pull. No, he was truly curious as to what he was capable of in this state, and Thraen just so happened to be the unlucky sap that would be his unwitting test subject. "If I succeed, I'll have my very own Senshi servant, and with your ability, I can imagine you'd be quite useful. But... if I fail..."
Ivynian
((I am stalling- please, feel free to save him, anyone! c: ))
Roll 1: 14 Roll 2: 11 Roll 3: 16 Roll 4: 17 Roll 5: 4 Roll 6: 1 Roll 7: 3 Roll 8: 6 Roll 9: 1 Roll 10: 13 Roll 11: 20 Roll 12*: 20
ChibiGingi
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Ivynian rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-10)
Ivynian
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 10:27 pm
Sailor Thraen
Eyes the colour of flame grew wider and wider as the Captain first slew a woman, innocent-bystander-passerby, human being. Life extinguished as casually as waving to a neighbor, no thought behind it to indicate consideration or remorse. Nothing beyond the words that said 'How will it be useful to torture? How is it an ends and means game?'
He forgot to struggle against the youma in the horror, stock still as the Captain approached. His own voice felt like it was coming from far away, and the tone sounded ...surprised, of all things, almost like a question except it wasn't asking the Captain. "You're a monster"
It was like asking the universe as a whole how something or someone like this could be allowed to walk it.
Then the man was right in front of him, hand pushing neatly into his chest and Thraen screamed, his voice shattering from its regular tone's into something raw. Self-preservation and instinct remembered to struggle, fed adrenaline and extra strength unusual to limbs enough that he torn his hands right through and free from the Youma to claw into the forearm that was in him. Still in, only freed of one threat just yet, clinging like a wildcat to a branch in a flood.
ChibiGingi
First Roll: 1 (1-10) - odds, caught by a tentacle Second Roll: 8 (1-10) - even, freedom! Third Roll: 4 (1-10) - even, dusting a youma Fourth Roll: 4 (1-10) - even, dusting a youma Fifth Roll: 5 (1-10) - odds, caught by a tentacle Sixth Roll 7 (1-10) - odds, still caught by a tentacle Seventh Roll: 2 (1-10) - Evens, freedom! Eighth Roll: 2 (1-10) - even, freeing a civilian Ninth Roll: 6 (1-10) - even, freeing Polaris Tenth Roll: 5 (1-10) - odds, caught by a tentacle Eleventh Roll: 6 (1 -10) - Evens, using magic to try to sleep Buddy Twelfth Roll: 9 (1-10) - odds, scooped up by a tentacles off Buddingtonite Thirteenth, Current: 6 (1-10) - Evens, breaking free from Youma
Buddingtonite howled as Thraen managed to break his hand free and dig into his forearm, but the Captain kept his grip tightly fastened onto his starseed, if only for a few more seconds. His howls of pain quickly turning into a guttural cackle, hearing his words and mocking them. "A monster, you say? Give me a few moments, and I'll show you one..."
But Thraen's grip, his struggle, was just too much, and in truth, Buddingtonite had absolutely no idea how to introduce Chaos into a starseed, only to drain energy or rip it entirely. He tried to pull his hand back, but those fingers were starting to draw blood, and that was where he drew the line.
No one's starseed was worth permanent damage. Reluctantly, he yield, releasing his grip on his starseed and instead trying to draw enough energy out of his victim so that he could pull himself away. He'd at least get some energy out of this ordeal! "Perhaps later. I'd rather you be a useful servant than a mindless beast..."
Ivynian
Roll 1: 14 Roll 2: 11 Roll 3: 16 Roll 4: 17 Roll 5: 4 Roll 6: 1 Roll 7: 3 Roll 8: 6 Roll 9: 1 Roll 10: 13 Roll 11: 20 Roll 12: 20 Roll 13*: 2
With his curiosity piqued, Amethyst wasted no time in focusing on drawing yet another larger sphere of energy and then pocketing it.
Rolling Tally
Roll #1 = 14 (1 medium sized energy orb) Roll #2 = 11 (1 energy orb) Roll #3 = 9 (1 energy orb) Roll #4 = 5 (1 small energy orb) Roll #5 = 4 (1 small energy orb) Roll #6 = 4 (1 small energy orb) Roll #7 = 6 (1 small energy orb) Roll #8 = 14 (1 medium sized energy orb)
It stopped feeling like he had daggers for blood, and in a way the absence of the pain was a ghost of pleasure. His vision came back under active control, no longer half-blinded and focused entirely on the arm as the end of a swimming tunnel. Thraen kicked up his legs, to use momentum to on the pendulum to throw himself back and off to the ground and off of the Captain's grip.
Air left when he hit the ground, but it almost felt unnecessary as a commodity compared to space- so he kept rolling a few revolutions and then crawled in a weakened scramble on hands and knees, anything, to get away from the agent. Away from the guttural laugh, the corpse woman starless and fateless, and the hand that had turned all his awareness into film burning away over a projection.
Should not, could not, should not, could not, should not join the dance.
First Roll: 1 (1-10) - odds, caught by a tentacle Second Roll: 8 (1-10) - even, freedom! Third Roll: 4 (1-10) - even, dusting a youma Fourth Roll: 4 (1-10) - even, dusting a youma Fifth Roll: 5 (1-10) - odds, caught by a tentacle Sixth Roll 7 (1-10) - odds, still caught by a tentacle Seventh Roll: 2 (1-10) - Evens, freedom! Eighth Roll: 2 (1-10) - even, freeing a civilian Ninth Roll: 6 (1-10) - even, freeing Polaris Tenth Roll: 5 (1-10) - odds, caught by a tentacle Eleventh Roll: 6 (1 -10) - Evens, using magic to try to sleep Buddy Twelfth Roll: 9 (1-10) - odds, scooped up by a tentacles off Buddingtonite Thirteenth Roll: 6 (1-10) - Evens, breaking free from Youma Fourteenth, Current: 10 (1-10) - crawling off while wounded
Thraen's kick was successful and had managed to not only free himself but pushed the captain back at a considerable distance. Now, his hand was completely freed from his chest, and much to his dismay and despite the thick jacket he wore, he could see blood seeping through the gashes and down his hand and fingers. Only when he had completely lost sight of the senshi did he give a growl, mixed with anger and pain, and he wrapped his other hand around the wound to apply pressure. "Ah, that's smart! Even under duress they have quite a bite!"
He knew that there was always a chance for injuries when involved in a fight, and that there was little time to waste trying to patch up his injury. Perhaps he could ask Amethyst to assist once this fighting was done, but for not, he had more energy and starseeds to collect. He looked around for signs of his fellow Infiltration officer and Titan, not wanting to admit that he was growing worried for them but unable to combat the feeling within him. They were his responsibility, and, more important than that, he genuinely cared for the two... if anything happened to them, not only would the higher ups in the Negaverse never forgive him, but he wouldn't be able to forgive himself!
Roll 1: 14 Roll 2: 11 Roll 3: 16 Roll 4: 17 Roll 5: 4 Roll 6: 1 Roll 7: 3 Roll 8: 6 Roll 9: 1 Roll 10: 13 Roll 11: 20 Roll 12: 20 Roll 13: 2 Roll 14*: 1
Heading towards the bleachers seemed to help, at least for the moment she'd escaped being immediately replucked up again. A voice called out and Polaris turned to face the slightly familiar senshi, nodding enthusiastically. "At the very least we can hopefully watch each other's backs!"
Nearby a four legged youma crashed into a woman and her young child, pinning them as it attempted to draw out their energy. Polaris' fingers went to her forehead, plucking off the tiara that rested there, before focusing on it in her hands. She hadn't done this many times before.. and she could only hope it would both throw straight and do what it was supposed to.
She wasn't extremely atheletic, but she also wasn't that far from the youma, so when she finally threw it like a frisbee it wobbled a little, before skimming the edge of the youma, raining youma dust on the now free mother and child.
Success! Her fists clenched in pride and relief.
Turning back to the other senshi, she glanced between their opponents. "Should we go after the soliders or the monsters?"
((1st roll - 10 2nd roll - 7 - captured! Freed by Thraen! heart 3rd roll - 7 - captured again! You suck Polaris xp 4th roll - 10 - FREEEE 5th roll - 7 - I swear to god Polaris... :[ 6th roll - 4 7th roll - 6))
Buddingtonite was looking for two things at the time being, the first and foremost were his fellow officers and getting an update on their status report. He was still gripping his wounded arm tightly as he looked around, and if he, a Captain, was injured even as lightly as he was, then he couldn't help but worry for their safety. Especially when he felt that their lives were entrusted to him to protect should things go awry. He had known both of these men before this night, one of which he helped show the ropes! What kind of a leader would he have been had they been injured, or, unimaginable, KILLED under his watch?
Then, the second thing he was looking for, surprisingly enough, had actually found him, though he was certain that it wasn't his intention. There was a man shouting for others to hide under the bleachers, and without once looking up from his task, he grabbed Buddingtonite's coat, mistaking him for a terrified civilian as he tried to bring the Negaverse Captain into his line of sight.
Big mistake.
Buddingtonite returned the favor, using his good arm to grab the man by the neck and thrusting him away, right into a youma's clutches. He could hear screaming coming from beneath the bleachers but he paid no attention to them, and without hesitation or gloating, he plunged his already bleeding hand into his chest and ripping the starseed out with a grunt. He had missed the change to take Thraen's, so he would have to make up for that loss with a few more... at least that's what he figured he'd do.
It was only then that he noticed the two Eternal senshi nearby, and he gave a groan before attempting to flee back into the fray. "s**t."
Iris_virus
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Roll 1: 14 Roll 2: 11 Roll 3: 16 Roll 4: 17 Roll 5: 4 Roll 6: 1 Roll 7: 3 Roll 8: 6 Roll 9: 1 Roll 10: 13 Roll 11: 20 Roll 12: 20 Roll 13: 2 Roll 14: 1 Roll 15*: 18
He wasn't willing to stick around to face two eternals, and in his quest to get as much distance between them and himself, he wasn't watching where he was going. The suave Captain's foot got caught on one of the youma's tentacles and the screech spooked him, causing the Captain to go tumbling forward and dropping the starseed he had just claimed.
"Now is not the time for butterfingers!" Buddingtonite growled to himself, scrambling to recover it but willing to abandon it should he need to. There'd be another opportunity later, right?
Roll 1: 14 Roll 2: 11 Roll 3: 16 Roll 4: 17 Roll 5: 4 Roll 6: 1 Roll 7: 3 Roll 8: 6 Roll 9: 1 Roll 10: 13 Roll 11: 20 Roll 12: 20 Roll 13: 2 Roll 14: 1 Roll 15: 18 Roll 16: 3
Sometimes the best policy with trouble was to not remain in the area that trouble was making its home. They were to lean on the help of the Youma, and he needed to badly. Titan disengaged and took a few leaps to the opposing side of the grandstands. If the skirt-man was dedicated to their fight, he would follow, if not, Titan would have the space to do something to stabilize his arm and stop using it.
Lithia_Brandon
Just disengaging since I'd like to keep rolling with this character? When you are free and not overloaded, I'd be delighted to pick back up fighting between them
First Roll: 18 Total: 18 (1-20) - evens, threw seating at Eternal Sailor Corvus Second Roll: 4 (1-20) - evens, small energy orb Third Roll: 4 (1-20) - evens, small energy orb Fourth Roll: 12 (1-20) - evens, attack Luxor Fifth Roll: 20 (1-20) - evens, Starseeding Sixth Roll: 10 (1-20) - Evens, attempt to drain Luxor Seventh Roll: 1 (1-20) - Odds, no success Eighth Roll: 2 (1-20) - Evens, attempt to drain Luxor Ninth Roll: 4 (1-20) - Evens, defend from & attempt to drain Luxor Tenth Roll: 17 (1-20) - leaping away from Luxor's immediate area
