Corrupt Sailor Noctua 3 HP / 1d8-2 attack - ROLLING TO HEAL DAD 4 - 2 = 2 Ringmaster: 21 / 85
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"Benitoite," Noctua parrotted, committing the name to memory. She watched as Benitoite threw his weapon, a wickedly sharp spear that looked deadly enough to finish the Ringmaster off alone... and would have been in awe had concern not taken over as Benitoite doubled back over in pain. She caught him as best she could with her thin frame, ignoring the hot rivulet of his blood that soaked through her thin fuku. The other agent, lower in rank than Benitoite though no less self-assured spoke and so Noctua felt no less safe around her. She drew closer to them both as her the General grew more and more irate by the second. The woman had spoken true, Noctua was only tired, and perhaps a little shaken, but she had sustained no physical damage, and the other agent looked like she could keep going for hours.
"She's right Gen -- Benitoite. You need to rest..." from the pocket of her fuku, Noctua drew one of two starseeds for Benitoite, even if it was a bit of bad form considering the circumstances. Noctua would rather risk offending someone's sensibilities than have this kind General -- who seemed altogether more capable than most agents she had known -- suffer unnecessarily.
Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2018 10:17 am
Erytheia / 28 HP / Currently hallucinating
What was happening? The last thing he remembers seeing was a sly, wicked grin on the ringmaster's face.
He didn't know what it meant and he couldn't have known. With that one glance, a spell was cast on Erytheia - one he couldn't see through and one that appeared totally, utterly real.
His allies were dying around him. Each one felled by some dark, invisible power. One by one, they fell. He could see their faces too. Every last one. As if you were calling out to him - begging him - to do something. To make it stop.
Make it stop. Make it stop."Make it stop!"
Erytheia was crying out now. The young man looked up to no one in particular and screamed. He was on the floor now. He was on his knees. His fair skin was sweating and his eyes were glazed over. Yet there was a mad quality about him as he rung his fingers through his hair and yelled for it to stop.
Yet he would be powerless to stop the scene as it came crashing down around him.
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Erytheia is too close to Ringmasterine; he begins to hallucinate that his allies are dying around him. To break free of this, he must TAKE 6 DMG to himself from someone else I.e. someone else must attack him for 6 DMG.
Civilian - Aisha // Hallucinating + Saved + Attacked Aishas hp : 9/15 { Auto Attacked 9-4 = 5/15 } Ringmaster Hp: 21 / 85 ( Attacked 21-4 = 17/85 ) It was a barrage of different bodies, fractions, whoever these people were. Fighting one against the other, some were targeting the main Ringmaster... At some point she wanted to help him, help save and preserve this free world he had created. Why did she want to attack him so bad? Right when she was about to use her entire force to hurt him, she held back. Causing only a quarter of the force she would have had. ( Damage was from prior post roll )
Her mistake.
And as much force as she had, triple was given back as she was thrown backwards! Scrambling to try and get up, her eyes seemed to grow a film of darkness over them... no, I made him mad. Regardless, she saw the destruction he caused. She wanted to stop him...but parts of her memories wouldn't let her. The more she tried to get him, the harder it got to move. Feeling her cheeks being pulled back, her arms feeling like they were being pulled in to the ground like she was fighting against quick sand! Thrashing her body and head to try and break free but she only saw and felt more and more hands try to grab her and force her to stay on the ground. She screamed in anger- and when she was being pulled away. She thrashed harder- she wouldn't let them win!
"No! NOO!!" She snapped.
Finally being dragged far enough away that her eyes opened wide with frenzy, and she turned around and tackled the person whom had helped her.. Grabbing on to their neck only to realize... It was not the Ringmaster...nor the dark hands that tried to pull her under..
Her hands twitched, as her brain fought to stop her hands from going any tighter. Then finally, she let go. Stumbling to get up, but when she did. Her fists readied. Seeing in front of her now, facing the Ringmaster... while also hearing and seeing blurred images of where the Ringmaster stood now, where she befriended those of the circus, where she practiced... All these memories..Mixing in with her real memories. What she would miss if he died, the freedom, the friends, her performances...everything she thought she knew. She had to get back.. She promised... Someone.. What she was living here.. was a lie.
Someone.. the one in her vision.
Pink hair.. Soft eyes.
A surprise..How long had she been here? How long did he play with their lives, trapped in total freedom in this world he had created.
'I have a promise to fulfill...'
Then she kicked up said dirt as she ran towards him yet again. Turning with her momentum and kicking him. Interrupting her momentum, as he attacked back, knocking the wind out of her as she dodged rolled back. Huffing as she saw the rest of the people go after him. Looking to each side.. What could she do. Some looked like they had magical powers!? Maybe they could do something more than she.. yet all she wanted to do with go on a barrage and hit him until she fell. But by this point, her sane mind began to organize her thoughts just a little more than the adrenaline dictated.
When she went to dart again, she felt her knee give out. She'd push herself too far. Trying to gather her breath before she went after him again. The sounds of the circus circled her, and for a moment. That's all she heard. Some bodies fell to the ground, others were helping out the fallen. Most were attacking either the Ringmaster or each other. It was a pure warzone here.. The only sound though.. was the circus's background music she heard the whole time she was in here, on repeat.
Gripping her head as her manic mind battled internally with her sane mind..
Briarhart
Aisha could use some heals!
Tefla
If Aisha was all there without panic she would have said thank you D8! <3 Feel free to react to her anytime!
Erytheia is too close to Ringmasterine; he begins to hallucinate that his allies are dying around him. To break free of this, he must TAKE 6 DMG to himself from someone else I.e. someone else must attack him for 6 DMG.
Roxy held her make shift weapon at the ready, but hesitated on attacking the Ringmaster again. It didn't seem to have affected him, and the magical attacks coming from the super powered beings around her made it dangerous to get too close. But then she saw someone screaming on the ground, and it drew her attentions right away. Thinking fast, she realized it must be some kind of hallucination, and raced in to grab them. When it was almost impossible to pull him, she pulled back her hand and slapped him hard across the face.
"WAKE UP!" She screamed, knowing that it had taken herself a long time to break from the illusions that still made her head a bit fuzzy.
lacrimosa rolling (still working on backfilling rip) dmg = 2 RINGMASTER HP= 14/85
Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2018 7:19 am
** AS A REMINDER **
Please edit your posts immediately with damage done + Ringmaster HP after you roll even if you do not fill out the RP portion of your post immediately. Not adding damage / HP makes it difficult for people who post after to calculate / react to things properly!
Was it over? She hoped it was over. Then she could go find her brother and get the hell out of here.
(Because she had determined that nighttime circuses were probably actual hell. She wasn't going to take a gamble. She wanted to beat the bad guy and leave. And get away from whatever was creeping in the shadows. She didn't want them. They could go--)
No, it didn't seem to be over. He was still ... moving...
What were those?
Anser was not very familiar with starseeds, being a relatively new senshi herself. She didn't really know what they looked like, which was probably a good thing. But she knew whatever they were, they looked so pretty and bright and almost like diamonds and he just lifted them up and shoved them into his face. She gasped, staggering back a bit when she saw that his eyes were gleaming. He definitely wasn't ... done yet.
"Dios mío..."
This wasn't good. This ... really wasn't good.
She saw that the others around her seemed to agree, and for the most part they were charging the general or gathering back and tending to their own injuries. There seemed to be a few that were particularly freaked out, or acting kinda strange, which she quirked a brow at but didn't approach. The creepy guy who just swallowed a bunch of crystals was the bad guy, right? Defeat the evil and everything would be okay again. And that was her job, as a superhero. Defeat the evil.
Right.
She cracked her knuckles before storming back into the fray, looking for an opening to get a good hit on him. Maybe she could knock him down and end this nonsense.
She whirled around and attempted to land a kick in his gut, figuring that would have the most impact. He hit back, of course, Anser should have expected that -- and she coughed, bending over a little bit. That hurt. She hurt...
The shadows felt like they were encroaching.
She coughed again, but took a moment to stop and glare up at the general, like that would do something.
(Maybe she thought she was setting up for a dramatic comic book moment, just a little bit.)
Sailor Lacerta - 7/20 HP (( Attacking General Ringmasterine for 3 DMG ))Ringermaster HP 0/85
She could feel herself slipping back into the world that was not real. That terrified Lacerta. The senshi of bandages was unused to finding herself feeling like this. With a cry of rage she launched herself towards the figure, the thing, that was the source of her anguish. Her surprise antics must have even caught Ringermasterine off guard as Lacerta struck him a solid blow. Even with the thrill of knowing she was contributing to the battle to free themselves the feeling that something was just lurking over her shoulder was know too strong to bear anymore. Whipping her head around Lacerta scanned the shadows that seemed to grow ... they too were just a hallucination also, weren't they?
Lacerta's at 3/20 after this roll, but if my calculations are correct the Ringermasterine is kaput.
Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2018 3:46 pm
Erytheia / 25 HP / DMG Threshold at 3 / Currently (still) hallucinating
The young man was slapped hard across the face and, for a brief moment, sanity came back to his mind. He looked up from the floor with wide eyes looking for the source of this mental light.
He thought he saw a live form before him, but it disappeared now replaced by a girl with a wound through her heart. She reached out to him as she fell to the ground. His eyes widened further, this time with fear.
He was back in the illusion.
Erytheia was crying now, tears flowing down his face, staring straight into the eyes of a girl he could not see.
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Erytheia is too close to Ringmasterine; he begins to hallucinate that his allies are dying around him. To break free of this, he must TAKE 6 DMG to himself from someone else I.e. someone else must attack him for 6 DMG.
Tiberius 18/30 HP - attacc the weeping mess of White Moon dat is Erytheia for 8 DMG
Once he'd gotten Lace away from the mess of bodies attacking Fancypants - and each other - he pulled the kitten down from his shoulders so he could put her between his paws and groom her.
Tiberius thought he'd picked a space where few would stumble, but no. Apparently that was too much to ask, because a weeping mess of White Moon garbage came over and got clocked by another Order dork for gibbering nonsense. Ugh, take it somewhere else if yer gonna fall apart. He had very little compassion to spare, since he was fighting the sensation of dark hands reaching from shadows to 'get him' as well so that he could soothe the kitten.
And then Erytheia started doing it again and almost fell onto them and he was done - so very done. Lace was pushed behind the massive Mauvian and then Tiberius began to methodically make his way up Erytheia with his claws out, ripping and biting and hissing and swearing loudly about stupid, inept goddamn White Moon morons until he got all 22lbs of massive fluff latched onto his chest.
"SNAP THE ******** OUT OF IT OR IMMA ********' EAT YOUR EYES TOO! GODDAMN." And then Tiberius bared his fangs in a threatening manner and screamed in Erytheia's face at full volume before bunny flip-kicking back to the saw-dust strewn floor so he could re-collect Lace and go find ******** this s**t, I'm out.
Civilian - Aisha // Hallucinating + Saved + Attacked
