Scylla: 44/70 Stage: Eternal/Third Madness: 28/100 Attack: 1d12 = N/A Boss HP: 191/400 Spell:0/2 Attack, 1/1 Defense Available
Scylla stared at the other eternal, and her lip curled derisively. "A little sensitive, aren't we? You know what's not <********> helping, b***h? You getting in my face right now over your poor widdle feelings. Either step up and acknowledge what you are and the power you hold or sit the ******** down and let the grown ups save the citt, and the hundreds of people you and your Bruces will one day energy drain without their consent."
She shifted, fists clenching, the nausea and the whispers, the anger swirling. "If you want to leave, do it. Don't wait around to try and pin it on me. If you are so offended by your actions being stated, maybe you need to reconsider what you do and why."
There she is. Leto. The only reason your hands are bloody. Your only kill. It doesn't have to be. She should have died. You can balance out the night. Even the scales. Kill her, she's distracte-
Scylla inhaled, jerked from her fury and the whispers by her wave of horror.
"Sit and spin Acubens." she finished politely. "I have actual people and things to worry about."
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She isn't the only one high on the madness yaaaaaay
Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2017 5:24 pm
BOSS ATTACK
gaia_nitemareleftHP: 141/400 gaia_nitemareright Damage: -0 DAMAGE to all Players Madness: +50 Madness to quoted players Turns until special attack: 1/3 (There will be three Gm post for this fight, and they progressively add to the Madness until special attack) Healing: +10 HP recovery -50 HP to use Madness
SPECIAL: The wraith has sacrificed HP and it's attack to consume characters in Madness. Auto attack for this turn now is 0 (as in you take no damage) as well as you now get THREE attack rolls for this turn! You will still accumulate Madness damage
The auras of order burned, and it hated the way it stung in its fog. The transcendent senshi and knight were the most annoying of them all. The fog would not consume that creature as the Wraith wanted it to. It attention was quickly drawn to the princess, as her aura flared to life and it let loose a shrill scream. Not here, no, it would not go back. This princess would not hold it's power over it. It would turn them against each other, didn't they feel the madness already spewing through them. The voices that whispered around them? The humans of the earth with their negativity? The fog rose, engulfing the wraith and everyone in a thick darkness.
Except it wasn't everyone, Only three would see the wraith's face up close, the ugly twisting vines that shifted continuously, it would take their faces in its hand. They would hear a small female voice "Destroy them all." as if whispered by the wraith itself. They would feel the small madness sink into their bones.
You can choose if Scylla is close enough to be hit.
Dark Mirror Eternal Sailor Acubens: 41/70 Stage: Eternal Madness: 83/100 Attack: 6 + 2 Attack Bonus = 8 (Acubens hits those around her, not the Wraith) Boss HP: 141/400 Spell: Attack + 2
Oh that was god damned IT.
Acubens was sick to death. She was sick of people passing judgment on her, on her court, and her family without caring to figure out the truth. She was sick of willful ignorance. She was sick of the bull s**t "Holier Than Thou" crap that poured from every pore of Scylla's being. She was sick to absolute death of working so hard to clear the name of her court only to have her work thrown back in her <******** face. In the end, it was the "sit and spin" comment that send Acubens over the edge. She hadn't really expected to punch someone tonight, but you know. Life was full of unexpected surprises.
And then everything went black.
Oh what the s**t now?
Holding her hands out before her, Acubens tried to find the source of the darkness, calling out to anyone around her for answers. It was the strangest sensation to see nothing but hear everything. Her balance gave way and she was forced to take a knee. Even in the darkness, everything swam sickeningly around her.
And then the thing was in front of her. How had it gotten there? Acubens reared her fist back again to attack, stopped when it spoke.
Destroy them all
Now there was an idea...
Darkness left Acubens vision, the pain in her eyes from the sudden brightness of her surroundings. She sat still instead, staring with a blank expression, lips hanging slightly open. From the din of the battle, the rush of her blood through her veins slowly began to take over. The wraith’s voice, whisper soft against her skin, echoed in her mind.
Destroy them all
There was an idea indeed.
Acubens looked at her hands as ink black fingers began to squeeze her brain. Her fingers were beginning to blacken, the path of the corruption following blue veins up her hands, slowly creeping up her arms to her elbows. There also began, on her sternum above her starseed, a black spot, spreading in the same insidious fashion. There was just enough air left in her rational self’s lungs to whisper interesting…
Everything from that moment on was black. That creeping black disease on her chest and arms sunk it’s claws into her mind at last, squeezing from it the last glimmer of life. Acubens would not remember what happened after that moment, and perhaps that was for the best. Her heart would not be able to bear the weight of her sins.
The first thing Acubens did was she stood, only the sound of her blood and the incessant whispering of destroy them all echoing into the blackness of her mind. She was unsteady for a moment, getting used to the strange new heft of her body. When she looked up, the frightened little boy filled her vision.
He too will come to spit on your good work.
Acubens approached him with practiced stealth, eyes wide and focused only on him.
Better not allow him to make it to that day.
Her arm moved of it’s own accord, striking out with fingers wickedly clawed to strike against his face. She hissed as she attacked, blackness on her chest and arms growing with each moment.
“Velociraptor Endow!”
Had that voice been hers? Acubens could no longer tell. It didn’t matter. Someone had spoken the name. She would protect her work from those who would seek to undo it.
Velociraptor Endow Type Offensive Duration and Timing The charge lasts five seconds and the speed effects last about a minute. The slashing is immediate. She must have a five minute recuperation period, and can only attack twice. This will leave just enough energy for two of her lesser attacks in any combination. Uses This attack will allow Micah the claw trait. This means that while she is no long particularly fast, she can slash. Due to her stage, she is not limited to just one slash, but one slash per person. anyone within five feet of her will find themselves cut by an unseen claw at the point of their body closest to Micah. Drawbacks Micah cannot move any faster than normal with this attack. The attack also does not distinguish friend from foe from bystander. Anyone within the range of attack is hit.
Anakeion: 40/60 Stage: Squire / Second Madness: 75/100 Attack: 6 Boss HP: 135 /400 Spell: 1/2 Attack (cannot be used currently)
After the last harsh contact of her staff, everything went suddenly very black for Anakeion -- she looked around desperately, trying to find some light or air or pinprick of magic, but her head started to throb, and she held one hand to her temple and squinted her eyes to try and make it stop --
and her face was
its' hands were on her face and she was
its' hands were around her neck and her ankles and her everything and she was she was she was --
it was a house of mirrors and every sort of her reflected back and forth, held captive, held helpless, vines around her neck under her armor and filthy filthy filthy filthy -- no no no -- she can't ask the girl not to open the box. the vines keep her mouth closed.
kill her before she dies. make it yours - the ice spikes free. it talks with zinnia's voice, alise's voice, clementine's voice, all of them - castor, unbuckling her armor and she can't move, she knows he wouldn't without her wanting but it's hands on her back - blood spattered on her face, chrysocolla's hand around her throat, castor's broken wing - frozen fingers on her throat and she feels amynta roil up in her veins - selfish selfish selfish child MY SON IS DEAD - and then her parents, smiling and sighing, you'll never amount to anything ms. mallette with grades like those but with a body like yours and a smile like yours you could you could you could
it's my fault
it's my fault
i wasn't good enough. i have to keep them safe i have to keep them safe. if i kill them nobody else will hurt them, nobody nobody nobody, i could i could i could
In the real world, Anakeion keened like a ******** banshee and attacked again, tears starting to streak down her face, not especially sure what or who she was hitting anymore. At some point, her hair had come free from one bun and was flopping frizzy curls in her vision.
Hania: 40/50HP Stage: First / Guardian Cat Madness: 15/100 Attack: 5 Boss HP: 130/400 Spell: Offensive: +2 to your dice roll, used 0/1
At some point Hania had carefully wiggled out of Ara's arms so he could swipe at a tendril that had gotten close to the group. When the Royal Dark Moon showed up he couldn't help but be surprised at just how her energy felt, having not felt a royal either order or chaos before. It was something he would have to remember in case he ran into any other one in comparison.
At first he didn't notice the growing fighting between Scylla and Acubens but as they started to get louder with one another his ears went flat to his head and he looked at them with disapproving eyes. "Is now really the time to fight each other? Focus on the Wraith please!" He tried to get them to snap their focus back where it should be but all of the sudden Acubens started to attack those around her. "Move away from her!" He tried to move behind Kiuchi and pull him back away from the attacking Mirror by pulling on his pants leg.
"Like you are going to be able to make any difference here? Ha!"
What the ******** was going on? At least half of the people on the battlefield were acting like loose canons and were not pointing those canons at the wraith but each other. Why? What was going on? The bickering was normal to a point, but...to this point?
"Come on guys, snap the hell out of it!" She hollered, specifically at those like Scylla and Acubens who seemed to be off on tangents with one another for whatever the reason. Couldn't they see the were pretty much being ******** useless in this fight if all they were going to do was bicker at each other? "How about instead of pissing each other off you use that energy against our real enemy?"
She vaguely wondered if they had even heard here.
She wasn't about to let the wraith off easily as she scolded comrades. Careful of the ever billowing Fog she ran in for another attack, fists flying towards any part of it's body to strike and then get the ******** out of range of it.
It was like a circus, but not the type of circus that Magnus ever wanted to see. There was no fun nor food. Instead, it was senshi and knights, on the same side, fighting with each other while the real enemy seemed to be practically 'feeding' off of their bickering.
What was this creature? What was the point of it and what did it want?
A yell that sounded like someone was pouring their heart and soul into pulled Magnus's attention. Blue eyes swiveled to the squire who attacked the wraith but didn't seem completely with it. Her entire demeanor held a sense of someone who was loosing themselves.
Without thinking, Magnus rushed towards her launching himself up onto her like a large post, nestling his entire 15lb. self on her shoulders, claws supporting him and keeping him from being knocked away too easily. In fact, he'd made a point not to be too delicate with his climb, hoping to catch her attention and 'pull' her back. "Hey! Hey, snap out of it!" He hissed at her. "What are you seeing?"
Why were the two females fighting? He understood that they were on different sides, the blue and white one felt different, but weren't they fighting the same thing right now? The whole point should be removing that...thing - right? He held onto Acuben's clothing as he listened to her, for a moment wanting to bury his face into her shoulder and just hide. But he weakly lifted one hand and spoke up softly. "I think I have clean hands...cleanish...?" He was rather hesitant in speaking, doing so at nearly a whisper, but he liked to think his hands were clean - weren't they?
The Sailor Blood Moon thing though...he was confused and rather lost but figured, by the tone of voice, that now wasn't' a time to ask. Actually...maybe never was a good idea. The white and blue one was again talking and verbally lashing out as the dark haired male stood there, still wanting to hide, but now wondering if he was on the wrong side somehow? He hadn't seen others do anything wrong with their little mirror shards and Remarque seemed too nice to hurt people. The other had given him a home, even if it was only temporary, and a job...he was helping him. No, no they weren't bad guys - he was sure of it.
Shaking his head to dispel the thoughts Kiuchi was taken by surprise as Acubens moved to strike Scylla. Stepping back, rather quickly, he was glad for it when the fog came up and consumed several of the others including the dark mirror senshi he'd been clinging to. "Acubens!" Calling out, hoping to hear a response, he tried to see through the darkness, despite how impossible it was, but didn't seek to enter into the darkness.
When he saw her again she seemed...off but what was wrong he didn't know. Something was just very wrong and he wasn't fast enough. he'd been moving to check on her in fact when she approached him and the next thing he knew she was lashing out at his face with claws that drew down across his face efficiently. Stepping back one slipped foot caught on the cat, that was tugging at his pants, and sent him crashing to the ground. He twisted, at the last moment, to avoid landing on the cat. But he lay there staring up at Acubens, ignoring the red dripping down his face from the attack. All he could do was stare at her with wide, fearful, eyes.
That's right, why would she be kind to you? Worthless - that's what you are. Already turning people away from you. Words whispered and echoed around his head as he shivered at them.
Sitting up, wiping at his face, he reached for the kitty to hold. "You're ok?" Softly questioning as slender fingers moved about, gently prodding to make sure. "I'm sorry I fell over you." He had just messed up...badly.
Looking around them he spied a few large rocks and reaching for one he stood up slowly, setting the cat on the ground before he stood, and threw the rock towards the wraith.
Anakeion: 40/60 Stage: Squire / Second Madness: 80/100 Attack: 4 Boss HP: 113 / 400 Spell: 1/2 Attack (cannot be used currently)
There were creeping black tendrils slowly making their way out of the orbs on Anakeion's staff; an ugly black stain at her heels, growing up her shoes, her bracers darkening. She barely seemed to hear Magnus at all, or even notice him; her eyes were vague, unfocused, and she stood unevenly.
Destroy them all.
Anakeion grasped her staff again, and the ice that came rushing out to freeze her hands and wrists and forearms to it was jet black. But even in her unsteady strides, in her faded gaze, something wasn't gone -- not all the way -- and she lashed out at the wraith, gritting her teeth with the last vestige of self-control she had.
(rolling 3d10 and adding the first two together for target)
Scylla: 44/70 Stage: Eternal/Third Madness: 83/100 Attack: 1d12 = 4; does half damage, so 2 Boss HP: 111/400 Spell:0/2 Attack, 1/1 Defense Available
The smoke and fog was riding, along with Acubens and Scylla's fury. The two were growing more heated and others were yelling, and then- And then tendrils. Scylla was choking on them, and to the outside... she lost her mind.
Her shrieks were loud, strident; pained screaming as the fog wrapped around her. Her words were a jumble, violet eyes wide and sightless; her arms wrapped around herself, and she dragged herself forward, towards the wraith, stumbling and tripping, closer to it, dragging herself across the ground, gasping out half-screams.
Those people listening might have been able to pick out some of the words that were being shrilled in breathy pain- My child. my Hope. You won't take her from me again.
But then her hand slammed down weakly into the wraith, and it was her last act of defiance; now, Scylla was fully engulfed by the madness that was brought on by the writhing, teeming fog. Her shrieks rose in pitch and lost coherency, and tentacles rose, her magic out of her own control, ready to strike allies and enemies alike.
Ara smacked the wraith one more time before she noticed the fight breaking out between Scylla and Acubens. She rushed over to her friend who was acting really strange.
"Miss Scylla please stop fighting, we need to fight the wraith." She pleaded with the woman as she tugged on her uniform to try and pull her away from the Dark Mirror eternal.
Scylla mentioned something about her child Hope and Ara was confused, she wasn't aware that Scylla was a mama. But she put that out of her mind, she would ask about it later.
Dark Mirror Eternal Sailor Acubens: 41/70 Stage: Eternal Madness: 88/100 Attack:10 (Acubens hits those around her, not the Wraith) Boss HP: 111/400 Spell: Attack + 2
Destroy them all
Scylla registered in Acubens' vision, causing her already-boiling blood to spill over into a torrent of rage. Scylla who did see reason. Who refused her salvation. Scylla who would be the death of her and her court her family. Acubens could not allow it. She would not allow it. Like a wild animal, Acubens sprinted towards her target, all manner of sickening, vile, absolutely disgusting sentiments pouring from her lips. The space between them was long, but Acubens closed it efficiently, years of running track working in her favor.
Once she got to Scylla, seeing the strong, proud woman sobbing on the ground only fueled her anger. In one motion, she swooped down to meet her eyes, mad fury burning across her face as the inky finger of chaos crept up her neck, and drew a wickedly sharp mirror shard from her fuku. She reached out and with rough hands, drew Scylla's face to meet her's, holding her hair in a tight fist.
"Scream for me," she hissed against the shell of her ear before she slammed the mirror shard against her forehead. Acubens wasn't certain what she meant to do with that shard, or what her end game was, but that breathless, weak, and beaten voice in her head cheered as the shard that pressed against Scylla's head grew black and broke. She kept her hands tangled in Scylla's hair when the shard remnants fell to the ground and fought herself to speak rationally. Finally, through clenched teeth, she ground out, "You have... to stop... me..."
It was only a moment of lucidity before the madness took back over. It darkened her eyes and increased the speed at which the madness spread across her skin. She was lost now, as she reared back and punched Scylla in the jaw.
Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2017 9:01 pm
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Hyperborea, Transcended Knight of the Cosmos: 55/70 Stage: Third Madness: 15/100 Attack:0 Boss HP: 110/400 Spell: Offensive
Hyperborea looked over at the squabbling eternals, it was disgraceful whatever issues they had, they should set them aside and focus on the wraith and stopping it before things got worse. And then things got worse.
The two them turned magic and fists on one another instead of where it belonged, at the wraith. She knew then she had to step in. "Both of you knock it off! You're eternal you need to set an example, fight the real enemy!" She yelled at the pair.
She made her way over to them as she dispelled her staff. She knew the Senshi women must not be in their right minds, clearly the wraith and the fog had done something to them.
She had an idea, she would share some of her pure energy to try and drive the dark madness from the senshi, she would start with the Dark Mirror. Placing her palm on the flat of Acubens back, she channeled her warm energies into the woman. "Remember who you are and remember your duty to your court." She told the woman hoping to snap her back. She grabbed the woman's collar and hauled her off of Scylla.
That was supposed to be her. She was supposed to protect people, lead people... Keep Mirror Space under ******** control- not let giant Wraiths get into the city somehow without her knowing.
What are you going to do to stop this? Nothing. Everything I've built is falling apart because of you.
The Dark Mirror Princess cringed back from the Wraith, her eyes clamping shut. She could feel tiny Dark Mirror power signatures, all first staged Senshi that she probably didn't even know existed. It made her both sad and furious at the same time. Her first job as Ares' right-hand was to train the new recruits -- and now here she was, and she didn't even know their names.
She was a failure.
Red eyes snapped open when she heard her name and she turned to face the voice it came from. For the first time in a very long time Leto was unsure, and it was very very clear upon her face. "I don't know." It was the answer to both questions, and it had the Princess looking defeated.
She took a breath. "But I guess I'll have to try, right?" She offered the familiar Knight a small smile before she picked up the biggest rock she could find and threw it at the Wraith.
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Sailor Leto: 75/80 HP Stage: Princess Madness: 10/100 Attack: 5 Boss HP: 105/400 Spell: 3x Defensive + 1 AOE
