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Infinities rolled 3 10-sided dice:
8, 7, 9
Total: 24 (3-30)
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 Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2017 6:18 pm
Quote: Titanite: 40/60 Stage: Captain / Second Madness: 35/100 Attack: 1d10 - 24 DAMAGEBoss HP: 130/400 Spell: 0/2 Attack The world was going to s**t, frankly; around her the oil level was rising, and Titanite was starting to feel sick to her stomach, the voices in her head whispering in the tongue of her mother. Insults, mostly; to herself and others. The creature was too strong. Her 'allies' were too weak.There were too many weak hearts here, too many people who would let the - No.Titanite tamped viciously down on the voices in her head, lips thinning. She had enough issues of her own without some [t]thing trying to think for her. In response, her attacks smashed firmly into the mirror wraith's oil-slick head, each strike viciously aimed.
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2017 9:32 pm
Violane: 50/50 Stage: First/Lt. Madness: 0/100 Attack: -- Boss HP: 247Spell: +2 attack Violane hadn't thought much about the corrupt walking towards her. She was far more interested in what the wraith was doing. After all, it was the center of he show here and the most intriguing thing. What was it doing anyway? She pondered as it remained mainly stationary, it's oil-like substance licking at other's boots and shoes. Suddenly there was a tug on her clothes and hands reaching for her neck, and Violane snapped her attention to the corrupt now in front of her, all of his focus (if you could call it focus) on her. "The ********, dude?" She snapped, arms moving to push the corrupt away from her and dislodge his grip on her clothing. "Get off me or I swear you'll regret touching me." The last thing on Violane's mind was concern for her 'attacker'. Right now, she was beginning to categorize him as a threat and if he didn't head her warning she really would have little issue with practically drowning him in the oily substance around them. Hm. I wonder if I could actually drawn someone in this stuff.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2017 6:25 am
FaustiteAs Faustite remained at a distance, he wiped his brow. The unnerving nature of the interaction here left him with a thin sheen of cold sweat, and he suspected that continuing to engage the creature would only worsen it. The black oil was gone from his skin, leaving only oil-slickened clothes to inform him of its earlier presence on his body, and such an understanding left him more suspicious. The rest of the group continued to fight the wraith regardless, and soon, it disappeared in its own rage-stricken, roiling cry.
Black oil burst up from the depths of the building in great globules and rivulets, and soon, all bastions of dry safety were claimed by its mass. Faustite himself now stood in a thin layer of the disgusting mass and felt every urge to lift his feet and walk away. A good portion of him urged that course of action — he need not interfere with the fight here. He felt no pressure to subdue the creature in its throes of sound and fury and subject himself to further attacks. He delayed no further; a quick leap, and Faustite distanced himself from the lot of the affair by crowning the adjacent building.
From where he stood, Faustite could look out at the warehouse without the threat of drowning in oil. Even as he turned to focus on the combatants still present, he absently scraped the oil from his boots onto the pavement. Regardless, they looked to be winning.
Strangely, perhaps unsettlingly, Faustite felt dismayed by this prospect.Quote: Faustite: 38/50 Stage: 1 Madness: 6/100 Boss HP: 130/400Spell: Healing (+5 HP)
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demon_pachabel rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2017 8:38 pm
Quote: Tantalite: 35/50 Stage: First Madness: 16/100 Attack: Boss HP: 126/400Spell: Defense Magic: -2 damage from boss auto attack Tantalite's violin bow lowered briefly as she heard the female voice echoing out from the being, frowning lightly. That she didn't recognize it didn't surprise her - she wasn't exactly the most knowledgeable of things that came before her time, but in this case? "Who....?" nobody seemed to offer up an answer as to who it was, but it also seemed that if they didn't take care of this reaper, they'd be in a small world of hurt. Tantalite looked at the bow in her hand, then held it firmly as though it was meant for stabbing to take another jab at the creature.
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Kyuseisha no Hikari rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2017 9:38 pm
Prince Remarque
There were nagging thoughts in the back of his head—things he knew not to be true but that kept popping up. In some ways, Remarque was more offended than upset. Doubt clung to his mind in more ways than one, but he had always thought it a weakness to succumb to those thoughts.
Usually he pushed them away—the thoughts of failure, of uncertainty.
He didn’t know why, when he looked at this creature, he thought of failure. He thought of Mirrorspace crumbling, of the Dark Mirror Court failing.
The thoughts were fleeting but present, and building.
When faced with negativity, with doubt, Remarque lashed out. He always fought to get what he wanted, fought to be on top. Everything about this situation seemed to be dragging him down—even the oil pooling around his ankles.
When the negative thoughts were in his head the only thing he could do was rise up against them. He had to prove to himself that the thoughts meant nothing—so he eyed the monstrosity before them and lashed out once more.Quote: Remarque: 65/80 HP Stage: 4th Madness: 20/100 Attack: 8 Boss HP: 118/400Spell: Attack (+2 Damage) 1 spell + 1 AOE spell
Attack (+2 Damage)
AOE (+5 HP/+5 ATTACK/ -5 DAMAGE)
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Noir Songbird rolled 3 10-sided dice:
8, 5, 10
Total: 23 (3-30)
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2017 12:09 pm
Quote: Sailor Elsa: 55/60 HP Stage: Super Madness: 20/100 Attack: 4 Boss HP: 95 / 400Spell: 2 attack (+2 to attk dice)
'That's all you'll ever amount to.'
'You're nothing but a thug, no matter what you think you fight for.'
'Useless. Stupid. Angry. All rage, no substance.'
'...So much potential, but he chooses to waste it.'
The voices weren't all familiar, but the words were. He'd heard them a thousand times. Parents, teachers, his rabbi, the cops -- everyone had a thousand ways to tell him that he was never going to be anything more than a useless, violent brat who would end up doing hard time before he graduated college. It all felt true, too, in a way it didn't usually - and as much as it stirred up a deep, deep well of pain, it also stoked the fires of his rage.
"Shut up," he said, quietly, as if that might make voices he was pretty sure were entirely in his own head go away. "Shut up." He said again, a little louder, and then he turned on the wraith and bodily threw himself at it, a body slam followed by two quick solid punches, an easy, solid outlet for his rage. An acceptable target.
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litian rolled 3 8-sided dice:
5, 4, 6
Total: 15 (3-24)
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2017 4:20 pm
Quote: Lieutenant Reinerite: 20/50 Stage: First Madness: 30/100 Attack: 15 Boss HP: 80/400Spell: Defense (-2 damage from boss auto attack)
And with it came the voices - came the whispers - the voices louder than before and much, much more insistent...
They whispered about her inability to step out of the shadows of her two sisters and mocked her decision to go study in the States.
They laughed at her aspirations to make Captain - pointing out that she'd been over a year at this and still nothing.
They poked fun at her attempts to juggle school and Negaverse duties and questioned her worthiness to be an officer–
And they sniggered at her attempts to be noticed by her father as they asked her who she was really kidding...
And with the voices came the queasiness of nausea as the oil reached up to caress her boots.
She didn't notice her General or Bloodstone, but a short distance away and seemed to have forgotten about the other Lieutenant (Faustite) who had been in closer proximity.
Nor did she seem to be aware of the chaos breaking out around her.
Instead Reinerite walked back to the wraith, with steps that were no longer quite so steady, as sluggishness intermixed with the slight feelings of queasiness.
"I am worthy" she snapped as she tried to ignore the voice that sounded suspiciously like her General telling her that he had made a mistake as her grip clenched down like a vice on her belt.
"I am worthy" she said again as she lifted her arm back to swing. "I am worhy and I am going to prove it."
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 12:36 am
Quote: Bob: 50/50HP Stage: Guardian Cat Madness: 5/100 Attack: ----- Boss HP: 80/400Spell: ---
He'd spoken (or thought?) too soon.
The kid had been mumbling. Okay, so he was a mumbler. Bob wasn't going to judge, especially when the words he was mumbling sounded like he was trying to reassure him, that he was protecting the Mauvian from any potential harm going on in the world around them.
He found himself hoisted up suddenly. Okay, lil bit weird, but again, he wasn't going to judge a guy for trying to look out for his buddy cat. There was oil everywhere, it was awfully awkward but the worst part was yet to come.
“Destroy them all…”
Ah, s**t.
No sooner had the kid started spouting off with his crazed cult-like commentary, he felt the boy's arms begin to squeeze into him. Tight. Bob let out a yowl to let the guy know that hey, this doesn't feel very good but the kid didn't seem to care.
Or hey, maybe he did. Either way, Bob wouldn't know, as he soon found himself flying to the ground with a sudden push, screeching in terror at the near-miss on the rib crushing and the sudden launch several feet away.
He turned to give the senshi a confused, hurt look before tucking in his tail and darting off to the nearest debris to hide behind.
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 9:15 am
BOSS ATTACK
 gaia_nitemareleft HP: 80/400 gaia_nitemareright Damage: -10 Damage to ALL PLAYERS Madness: SPECIAL Turns until special attack: 3/3 Healing: +10 HP recoveryNo Healing for this turn
You may now roll all attacks in one post, but must take according damage/Madness (so in this case -10 for the first attack, -5 for the second, overall -15 damage)
In the building, as the Wraith took heavy damage from the agents that were supposed to be on its side, it heard the shriek of its brother. It felt the weight of a similar presence disappear. It felt...Rage. These tiny pest, they did not understand what it was like. The chaos that drove the creature mad, the box that it had been stifled in.
What it wanted, was for the world to experience such a thing. Primal, before Cosmos came to touch the land with her senshi and her..ORDER. What it wanted was the Chaos it was birthed from.
The building shook, as the dark oil rose from the surfaces of it, and shook in the air. With just a blink of a eye, the bubbles that floated now exploded with thin long needle like tendrils, Piercing all those around them. Poisoning them with madness.
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Noir Songbird rolled 3 10-sided dice:
1, 8, 9
Total: 18 (3-30)
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 10:19 am
Quote: Sailor Elsa: 20/60 HP Stage: Super Madness: 70/100 Attack: 11 dmg Boss HP: 69 / 400Spell: 2 attack (+2 to attk dice)
He punched it, a few more times, as if that would help, but the voices kept echoing, kept reminding him that he was nothing but a stupid angry thug who would never be more than that, who would never change anything, who would drown in the darkness of the world and die in prison.
And then he heard another voice. A familiar one.
At first, he thought that Mintaka was joining the chorus, another voice to remind him, but -- but no, this one was objectively real, and he scrambled for his communicator, flipping it open and staring in horror at the image of her drowning in the same dark, oily sludge that was slowly pulling him under, too.
"Mintaka!" He shouted, desperately. "Mintaka, where are you, what shards?"
He wasn't sure she heard him. He was barely sure he said anything, because he felt the madness drag.xxxxxHim.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDown.xPixie Nyxie attempted to respond to min's message!
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litian rolled 3 8-sided dice:
3, 8, 4
Total: 15 (3-24)
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 10:21 am
Quote: Lieutenant Reinerite: 0/50 (KO) Stage: First Madness: 70/100 Attack: 8 Boss HP: 61/400 (total corrected for half damage)Spell: Defense (-2 damage from boss auto attack) [unavailable]
And there were bubbles, how were there bubbles? The inky black oil globules surrounding her - surrounding everyone before shattering into tendrils of inky black darkness..
She was too close to dodge, tooo close to avoid them as the needles pierced skin in waves of ice... Ice that was so cold that it burned.
But the cold wasn't just from the needles as the oil rose up, caressing skin in trails ice-cold heat as it continued it's inexorable path upwards.
And with oil came more voices and with the voices came a memory.
Reinerite shook her head in denial as she swung at the wraith again and again, but her swings lacked the force of her previous efforts as the oil continued to rise and rise...
And then there was nothing left but the oil, the oil rising to engulf her - to consume her.
It slithered about her, entering her eyes and her ears - and entering the mouth that she opened to scream.
And in the world of ice-hot pain was mirrors, mirror upon mirror and a white-haired girl with a box in her hand.
Something oozed from the box, as Reinerite tried to back away. Head shaking in denial, in pleading as the girl lifted the lid up...
And she was unaware of the belt slipping through suddenly nerveless fingers or the snow globe that fell only to bounce on the ground–
And she was unaware of her surroundings or of the fight that continued on around her.
Instead Reinerite's world was oil, oil and mirrors, mirrors and oil as the thing oozed around and engulfed her and she crumpled and fell.Pixie Nyxie Now updated with Madness Solo - [ here] xxkuropeco your Lieutenant is getting herself into trouble Quote: + anyone in general proximity
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Strickenized rolled 3 8-sided dice:
6, 4, 7
Total: 17 (3-24)
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 10:39 am
Quote: Morpheus: 20/50 Stage: 1 Madness: 75/100 Boss HP: 026/400Spell: Defense (-2 HP)
And perhaps there was comfort in that. If nothing he did mattered, then he could do what he wanted. But could he really? Did he even have the strength for that? Morpheus pushed himself for all he could, knowing that aggression proved the only path left open to him for airing his insecurities - for finding some solace from beneath all these dark thoughts.
If he couldn't fight, then he would succumb to all the darkness, he knew. So he raised his fists at last and tried his best to down the enemy before him.
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 1:02 pm
Sailor Hydrus: 20/50 Stage: Basic Madness: 60/100 Attack: NA Boss HP: ???/400 Spell: NA He watched in horror as the oil lifted from the ground, floating in globs of dark murkiness. There was a wail somewhere, of something and the globs began to vibrate. The oil swirled around his ankles, his knees, threatening to engulf him. Panic began to build in his chest, heart being like a drum. Oil was not water, Hydrus, oil wasn't water, oil wasn't water oil wasn't---
Something screamed.
The globs exploded with spikes, driving straight into him. He clawed at his throat, there was no air, no air, no air noair noairnoair-
Something tethered to him like a stone, coiled around, slithered within him
it dragged him down, down, down
he couldn't breath, he couldn't breath
there was too much too much too much
He clawed at his throat, eyes wide with fear, wide with madness, too wide, mouth open in a scream that made no sound.
One second, two seconds... three...
Hydrus lowered his hands, neck red and bloody, and tilted his head to the side. His hungry gaze, too wild and too uncontained, turned to those around him and fell upon Aurostibite. His head tilted ever so slightly more.
He smiled.xkuropeco Hydrus is not attacking, but he's def intent on Auro Quote: Responding to the prompts in solos, stand by for links
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 2:07 pm
Eternal Dark Mirror Senshi Avior -trigger warning: suicide mention
Avior had never been very mentally sound. Even as a child, thoughts and feelings of hopelessness and uselessness plagued him constantly. As he grew older, he found himself hanging to his thoughts and feelings desperately, trying to hide the pain that bubbled into his mind every now and then.
But this. This oil, this madness was quickly draining his resolve, and he cried out in pain and shook as the voices in his mind became louder and angrier at him. He could see the memories of someone, something, being berated and beaten and hurt over and over again, and it felt as if that were him, that it was someone pointed all of that hatred towards him.
And it hurt, GODS it hurt, and that pain, both mental and physical drove him to his knees, gasping for air as he felt the oil drain from his mouth, his eyes, and he cried. Every part of him cried out in pain and anguish and his clouded eyes looked out through the madness, searching for some small flame of hope that could pull him out of his own mind.
But nothing seemed to help, no one came to help, no one was there from what he could tell. Except for her. A white haired girl holding a box so lovingly and tenderly against her chest. And their eyes met and she smiled. Slowly but surely, even though Avior begged her not to, she opened the box and out came Avior himself. So much paler than how he was now, a noose draped about his neck and cuts appearing over his wrists, oil dripping from them in streams.
No... No, no no... Avior had swore he had locked away all thoughts, all mentions to that horrible day three years ago, where everything seemed to hurt and he was completely and utterly alone.
That feeling came back, hitting him hard and holding him captive as real tears filled his golden eyes then spilled forth in thick drops, leaving him defenseless and unable to move.
Sirene Naiads Prox for all. xD Avior is so useless for this fight.
Quote: Avior: 48/70 HP Stage: 3rd Madness: 66/100 Attack: N/A Boss HP: ???/400Spell: N/A 3 spells
Defense (-2 Damage)
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Kyuseisha no Hikari rolled 3 20-sided dice:
4, 17, 17
Total: 38 (3-60)
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 6:25 pm
Prince Remarque
So much was going on. Remarque squinted but suddenly couldn’t seem to make sense of anything; he knew there were people around him, but in that moment he forgot what that meant, what they were fighting. Everything was replaced by the oil—dripping, soaking, clinging. Through clothes and skin and muscle, it felt like it was wrapped around his bones, choking the life out of his organs.
And then he saw her.
White hair, and mirrors, and something felt off. Hell, everything felt off. She needed to stop—all of this needed to stop. Everything felt like it was on fire, oozing and churning. He was vaguely aware of Avior next to him, but the whispers in his mind and the oil around him, in him, made it almost impossible to focus.
He didn’t have enough energy. He just needed more, just a little more.
He attacked, twice, almost blindly, before he reached for the shard. Instead, he pulled out his compact. It didn’t quite register that that was not what he was reaching for; he flipped it open in a haze of confusion and squinted as he tried to process just what was going on.
He heard a voice, in the compact. His mind told him it was someone he knew, but the realization was slow.
She was asking for help. Mirrorspace, shards, static. Help…
Mintaka. He knew her voice and it stood out above the other dark whispers raging in his subconscious. They were picking at him, tearing at insecurities and driving him into a strange darkness.
But not her voice; she was asking for help. And if she was in trouble, he’d make sure whoever was involved was, too.
The oil seemed to slide from his vision for just long enough that he was able to focus on the wraith in front of them.
He had his target.
Immediately, he returned the compact to his pocket and withdrew a Mirrorshard. He did not break them often; in most cases the burst of energy didn’t outweigh the energy needed to create more. But he was desperate, and now was a better time than most. He smashed the mirror over his tiara and felt strangely rejuvenated. He could think again, move again.
And he was pissed.
He did not often feel the need to use the strongest of his magic, but if Mintaka was somehow involved in this, he intended to do everything he could for her—and for the rest of the Court that had shown up tonight. He had only one target, and did not hesitate to cast the full brunt of his magic on the wraith.Quote: Remarque: 55/80 HP [-15 from boss [AOE takes five less damage from boss auto attack], +5 from AOE] Stage: 4th Madness: 5/100 [60+10, Mirrorshard, +5 for last attack] Attack: 10 [half of first two attacks, rounded down], 17, +5 [AOE] = 32 Boss HP: 0/400Spell: AOE (+5 HP/+5 ATTACK/ -5 DAMAGE) [if my math is wrong, I am sorry, please let me know and I will edit!]
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