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 Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2019 7:15 pm
Malaise - Not a Lot of HP - No Damage
He couldn't exactly blame drugs he hadn't taken. Maybe he'd finally cracked.
It felt like something might've cracked, back when the monster had hit him. His side hurt. A few places hurt.
Malaise really didn't know what to do, so much like when he'd been in the bottle, he did nothing - only then he'd been a spectator, enjoying a vision as it played out before him. Right now, he was kind of dazed. It was a little hard to come to terms with the idea that this was actually happening.
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2019 7:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2019 7:37 pm
"What the hell? Did they break free of everything?"
"I told you this wasn't going to work."
"You did not! You said this is fine."
"That's not what this is fine means."
"Well, now what do we do?"
"Get the hell out of here, that's what."
"Fine. This is fine."
"That's not what it means, either."
"Then what the hell does fine mean?!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2019 7:42 pm
The youma, it seems, are the source of all the illusions.
As the attacks crash into him, the figure of General Ringmasterine seems to flicker in and out - then it blips entirely out of sight, and behind it is the real youma: something black and ugly and tangled together with too many limbs and a wide, gaping mouth.
It lets out a scream - and then it shatters.
The circus immediately disappears around them, but the memories do not. They are still ingrained within your character, like another life they lived without knowing, and it takes a while for reality to truly set in. All of the memories are steeped in such crystal clear focus that it feels as though the life was once yours, even if you know it wasn't.
Or was it?
Either way, it's best now to get out of there before the police come. Everything is in ruins, and there's hardly enough light to even see what you're doing, let alone what other people are doing. Time to skedaddle.
But the youma, it seems, have left something behind...
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2019 7:51 pm
Quote: THE BLACK SHARDS gaia_star ITEM: The Black Shards (necklace form)
gaia_star EFFECT: The Black Shard necklace will allow a character to temporarily cast an illusory field around themselves or someone else. Once the necklace is on, the wearer is plunged into an alternate universe where they are convinced entirely that they belong in that universe. It can be anything in the current universe and that makes sense ICly (please no starships or anything). Once the magic has worn off, the wearer will remember who they are once more, but have a jumble of memories from that alternate life. The illusion can change depending on who is wearing it; it fluctuates continuously.
gaia_star DURATION: The magic lasts one IC hour. After that, it will fade until its next useage.
gaia_star CAVEATS: This item can only be used once every OOC week. It takes that long for it to recharge and regain its power. The memories from this alternate life are jumbled and disorientating, but not forgotten; they can and will likely have an impact on the character's current life in some way or another. Once you have picked what world/illusion your character is seeing, that is it. They can still use the item more than once, but it's basically one world per person - i.e. if someone sees they're at Hogwarts, the next time they put it on, they'll see they're at Hogwarts again and nowhere else (but things can change within the vision i.e. maybe the first time you're in the Charms classroom, the second time you're on the Quidditch pitch).
gaia_star COST: Please see the following:
Your character must have at least five roleplays completed already; i.e. no brand new character with no history or connections may use this item.
Your character must complete the following in addition to their existing roleplays:
x1 roleplay or solo that gives a sort of background or explanation as to what sort of alternate life this Shard would give. This should not be done without a bit of careful thought.
x1 roleplay or solo that leads up to the finding of the Shard (carried by the Shard Youmas)
x1 roleplay or solo with a Black Shard Youma: They do a bit more damage than normal youma, and they do not always consider the Negaverse to be their allies. They will drop a Black Shard after they are defeated.
gaia_star EXTRA: In order to keep track of items, the mule must be quoted when a Black Shard is picked up. It must also be recorded in your IC Item Log for safekeeping.
gaia_star EXTRA: You do not need to have participated in either circus event to get a Black Shard!IF YOU ROLLED THE CORRECT DICE AND WERE QUOTED BY ME AS HAVING FOUND A BLACK SHARD, please post below with a link to my post quoting you with the find. This means you have already found one and do not need to do the above to get one.THANK YOU ALL SO SO MUCH FOR PARTICIPATING!!! You might want to head over here for the REAL finale...
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2019 10:05 am
Corrupt Sailor Starr and Nora
When the magic faded, and the circus disappeared, Starr was staring up into the clown's face and it turned into a distressed squint.
"What the ******** happened?" He felt ten times calmer then he normally did, searching for his girlfriend and looking at Peni. He didn't have to wait long when Nora ran over, looking at them both.
"Lia?" She whispered, rushing towards them as Starr jerked his head away. He didn't want order to see her interacting with them.
"Help Lia, we need to find somewhere to power down..." His eyes narrowed, "I will be reporting this higher up, I think we were under attack of our own kind." Lucyal Nora is going to wrap Lia's head in a pretty glittery shawl
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2019 5:10 pm
Suri Ellis
Flying. Falling. The rush of wind in her hair.
What have you done what have you done
In her heart, Suri knew what she'd done--she'd drained people, killed in service of her cause, her queen--Ringmaster?--no, queen. Hand in her hand. Hand in someone's chest. A stranger's voice, calling her name. So many sounds and shouts and screams.
Suri struggled to her knees, her mouth drawn in a grimace as she stared hard at her hands. Sometimes, she felt the sturdy weight of hand-wraps, to protect her palms from the chafing of the bar--and other times, they were neatly manicured, polished for a special event. She was both of these and yet neither, something important nagging at the back of her mind. Why did neither life feel quite correct?
And then the youma shattered into glass and Suri's entire body snapped to attention, staggering to her feet. This had been...a youma attack? A Negaverse attack. But she was...
Zircon, and she was furious.
Suri had half a mind to power up right then and there in the gallery--as a general, she could demand an explanation for who had dared tamper with her mind--her mind--but she caught herself and her temper when she saw figures wearing white. She clenched her jaw, forced herself to breathe--someone had tried to make her forget who she was, yes, but it hadn't worked, not forever.
She made eye contact with Fafnir for a moment, and looking at him twisted a knife in her chest. Something about seeing him powered while she wasn't left the most unpleasant emotion on the tip of her tongue, and she wasn't about to stand for it. Frowning, she turned on her heels and stormed to the staircase, down and away from all of this until she could breathe.
[Suri exit.]
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2019 8:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2019 8:40 pm
Suttungr Once a clown, now a borked bean
As beautifully useless as he and his temporary girlfriend the injured cheerleader might have been in attacking the weird Matrix-glitching ringmaster, there were others that were more effective. Some cafe-au-lait skinned senshi with bangles to spare walloped the smug ******** pretty nicely, though she didn't quite escape unscathed, and some other gal with minty hair did another smash-down of fairly epic proportions.
None of it seemed to matter to the jittery git, it was as though all their efforts were for naught - like the b*****d was made of smoke and mirrors and maybe a little brimstone mixed in for good measure. Suttungr did notice, with no small amount of amusement, that most of the attacks that struck their foe came from those having female bodies. Or what he figured would be medically classified as such, since he couldn't very well assume that the bodies were 'female' when he didn't know if the folks considered themselves any particular gender or not to lay claim to that particular label.
Maybe the dude-person - Ringmaster - had a weakness for boobs? They were really nice, being soft and squishy in a pleasant way...so Suttungr couldn't really fault that being someone's Achilles heel. But it was funny.
Not funny enough to distract him from the awful throbbing in his foot, or from the way little black spots kept dancing in his field of vision, but funny. "Tonight's a ******** of the highest order." Words muttered for Valetudo, for himself, but at nobody in particular really. "Sorry if I puke. I don't think I'm going to, but I might. My foot hurts like a b***h." So distracted with whinging and pain was the senshi of violence that he didn't notice the change in the Ringmaster at first, wasn't aware of the way that he seemed to be juddering in and out of solid-state worse than ever, like an illusion falling completely apart.
He did catch three voices, arguing. That was ...Odd. And good - if s**t wasn't working, good.
Suddenly s**t broke apart and the illusion of the circus...was gone. There wasn't a duality to his nature sunk completely into his being anymore; oh, it was still there, the idea that he was a circus clown. That he knew all about prat falls and hijinx, that his real calling was in bringing joy and laughter to people, not music. Or parkour. But it had loosened it's hold and could be ignored, compartmentalized entirely - thank ******** uh. I kind of need a hospital. I don't want to stick around--that's a neat thing you have there. I might admire it another time. For now, can I impose on you an assist?" Did he make sense? Who ******** knew, Suttungr wasn't about to power down until he was far, far away from the Negaverse officers hanging about...he was at least that smart. Also, being powered really did help keep some of the pain at bay, which was nice.
Colin and Eta were going to kill him. 's**t, Colin was right. ********. I don't want to tell him. Ughhh...'
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2019 9:22 pm
Nolan Ellwood / Lieutenant Chambersite - RingmasterIt seemed as though it took forever, but this youma finally decided to shatter it's illusion of whatever "General" it was supposed to be. Unfortunately the screaming was extremely loud and before he even had a chance to look at the tentacled beast, it shattered. Luckily, the shards didn't seem to be physical and hurt him, but still, it was a surprise. Everything suddenly reverted... but did it? He still felt as though the memories were real. Too real. He felt a headache coming on. He needed to get out of here. He could hear the sirens. This wasn't the place to be. His home... wasn't here. But it felt like it was. He would be talking to his General about this. He hoped that they wouldn't excuse this for whatever this was. At least, he thought his General was in charge. But wasn't he a ringmaster? He felt the headache again and decided it was time to leave. Jacques Lécuyer / Basic Corrupt Versailles - Lion TamerVersailles had wanted to do more, but with a fractured leg, he could do nothing but watch as the others continued to wail on the “General” that seemed to be more of an illusion. He wasn’t sure what it was exactly though. He thought he was a part of the circus, a lion tamer, but he hadn’t remembered such a person being in charge. Suddenly though, the image of the Ringmaster flickered away, and Versailles made a disgusted face at whatever the youma was. It was black and had way, way too many limbs. It was unsightly, and he felt sick just looking at it. And then it screamed and he could only hold his ears as it did so. Luckily the screaming didn’t last too long as the thing suddenly shattered. Versailles let out a sigh. At least the ugly youma wasn’t in front of him anymore. Even as a lion-tamer he didn’t like things to be disgusting. But he didn’t remember doing anything for the lions… but somehow, he was their master? One of them at least. It seemed as though there were a lot more lion tamers in this circus than need be. He groaned as he got up, having to put weight on his fractured leg. This wasn’t going to be an easy heal, even with his powers. But he would have to stay powered for the time being, which meant that he had to catch a ride with someone to the Negaverse. It would be easy enough though, as there was the sound of sirens outside the now returned room. He would have to rest for the night in a dimension outside of this one. Sachio Sugiyama - Super Sailor Takamizawa Kami was about to go in to hit the creature again, this time with one of his feet, hopefully not injuring it like he did his hands, when suddenly the image of the Ringmaster disappeared, and some sort of grotesque creature was behind it. As though it were a black-limbed mass that seemed as though it wanted to die. And it seemed it did, as it suddenly screeched, and Kami couldn’t use his hands to hold them over his ears and so he had to take the full blast of the screams. He really wished he didn’t have hurt hands right now. And then, it was silent as it shattered, and the room returned to… normal? It felt normal, but so had the circus and training to be a tightrope walker. But he needed his hands for a different purpose. At least he thought he remembered something like not wanting to injure them. The sound of the police sirens brought him out of his stupor though, and he knew he needed to leave. The circus felt real, as though it were his home, and yet he felt the need to run away from the police. Clearly it couldn’t have been that good of a home. He also needed to find Hamal, to make sure that she was safe.
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2019 11:37 am
Penikisite - 7HP It occurred to Penikisite that he was not here to take charge of anything. The clown was an outlet, not a support system. There were other, better people for that in their little group. But those people were not here, and in another life, the knife thrower cared about an acrobat and a clown. His stomach churned in a way that had nothing to do with sickness, and some part of him actually kind of reveled in the fact that he felt uncomfortable - physically for where the tiger's claws had found purchase, and the other kind, which was really quite new. Something in his gut immediately recoiled at the notion of powering down, but Starr did have a point. The dentist would be more practical than the clown. "Starr, follow me to the men's room, " and it seemed the most relatively practical approach. "Then we can gather who we need to and get the hell out of here." A bit of a pity, really. - this party might have been a damned delight if they hadn't harmed what was his. He didn't mull over the repercussions of the possessive, just accepted them as they were as he grabbed for Starr's arm, dragging if he would not willingly follow with a grip that was firm but had no intention of causing pain.
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2019 11:42 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2019 5:13 pm
Corrupt FafnirThe first youma, the lion one, shattered as the people around him attacked it. They shifted, making his stomach turn, between one form and the next, flickering back and forth. First, normal people, then circus people, people he knew, somehow. Through it all, Suri still crouched on the floor, tormented by something he couldn't see.
He was not interested in fighting any more and definitely not in getting hurt more than the bruises he'd already gotten. When another youma popped up, he let the others handle it as he moved towards Suri, wanting to reach for her, but hesitant.
Would someone link them, if he did? Would that threaten their identities?
He didn't have long to waffle over it. Like brittle glass, the second youma shattered and suddenly the world fell back into place. The wavering stopped and Fafnir knew who he was. The real him. It was almost... too abrasive now. He forced it back as Suri finally, finally lifted her head to look at him. Wide eyes stared back, but before he could say anything, she had turned and stormed off. He only just kept himself from calling to her, remembering that he was still powered and now he could feel all the order signatures around him, pressing suffocatingly.
The corrupt melted out of sight, finding somewhere dark and private to let his power drop.
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2019 11:42 am
Valetudo - Confused Injured Lady: Valetudo was still trying to help the taller dude, and trying not to fall over in pain as well. She had never done something that led to a cracked rib, and under her breath she swore "******** flute work is gonna be a b***h for the next while..." Without really thinking much about what she was saying, in the proximity of the ear of a stranger. He might be on her side, but she did not know him... Though if he hadn't gotten himself this ******** up, she might have considered coaxing him home for a night, too. She was watching the batshit crazy stuff going on, and trying to breath, but all of it was proving to be VERY difficult, as the flickering a*****e of a "ringmaster" was also making her kind of nauseated. And then she heard the brunet speaking. "********. A good word for it. If you puke, try to aim away from me? I REALLY do not want that on my legs, and this ridiculous get up seems to be missing much coverage of that area... A stupid oversight, if you ask me, for battle because Does Armor Have No Meaning but hey!" She shifted a little, trying to take just a BIT more of his weight onto her shoulder, grateful it was on the side that the cracked rib was NOT, but holy hell this was not easy on her petite frame. She blinked, hearing arguing, barely, and then... Oh ******** thank the stars, then the bullshit was gone. The ringmaster, the circus, the godsdamn singing delusion in the back of her head... She might remember it, be unable to forget it, but it was not trying to convince her it was real anymore... all of it was over and she almost wanted to cry in relief. Almost but not quite, not with everything going on around them. She was about to consider powering down, when pretty but not the brightest spoke. She considered his words, then gave a nod. "Yeah, you can impose on me. I probably need to get to the damn hospital, too. I think a rib might have cracked. Once we get somewhere a lot less... crowded... We can go back to normal, yeah? And then I'll call a cab because ******** walking all the way to the hospital from here, with the injuries. And uh." She glanced at her shard, eyes baffled. "Thank you... It's strange. Let's get the ******** out of here. Blondie from before will have to find his own way." Her momma would be furious, to hear her being so crass, but right now? Her momma would not recognize her, and she hurt. It was time to ******** GO. Syrie Sorry I'm slow af, but wanted to do a closer. If you want follow up RP, LMK lovely.
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