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MiddyGlow rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-6)
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 Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 8:07 am
Vela super senshi of bonfiresHP: 18 Action: Direct damage Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 5 + 10 = 15 Vela was badly effected by the chaos that was swirling around her in the smog, she had been hurt a great deal in these battles. She struggled to fight the chaos that was telling her she should stay in this place. She couldn't give into the chaos again she didn't want that life again. She didn't want to be cut off from her world again now that she knew what it was like. She shouted "No!!" And she stood up ignoring the smog that whispered to her that she should give up. She was out of super senshi attacks so she had to switch to basic attacks. She was annoyed but she just had to do the best she could with what she had left. This was also a lot more dangerous for her since she had to get so close to the boss. She saw it's focus was on another senshi but she would be surprised if she ended up getting hit by a tentacle in this mess and she was willing to take that risk. She had said she was going to fight this battle and she was going to fight it to the end no matter what the voices of chaos said. She cast her spell Dance of embers dancing around her bonfire bidding the flames to go higher and higher raining down the stringing embers on the boss for what little good it might do. Dance of embers Vela dances around a bonfire bidding the flames to burn higher and higher embers flying into the air. The enemies the embers fall on receive the feeling of small stinging burns. (Lasts 30 sec. ) (Can be used twice per battle) 5 ft range. (Only feels like burning) (Open for interaction)
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Seiana_ZI rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 9:59 am
Abzu, Squire of NeptuneHP: 32/75 Action: Throwing a rock, trying to pull Ibi back, fighting off hallucinations Damage Done: 5 Boss HP: 637 / 2500 When did he not want to rest? The words were tempting, and the voices he heard encouraging that rest made it worse. He heard his mother grandmother, which in the end was easy to dismiss now that he was older, but that wasn't the only voice that caught him. He heard Zee, for one, the encouraging parent they always had been. He was fairly sure the soft voice he heard in his ears was Pendour's voice, for another. But neither of them were there. "Strom," Abzu picked up another rock, swinging it toward some slime goop. "I think it's got Ibi in its snares." Abzu could hear what Ibirapitá was saying, of course. He was talking to a false figure, sure, but he was talking. The name of what he presumed was Ibirapitá's homeworld was beautiful. That didn't really mean much of anything if Ibirapitá was going to be summoned into whatever this chaos was. He grabbed at Ibirapitá's arm, only to get swatted at. "Ibi, you know he's dead you just said that-" Hard to fight off the voices when they spoke to something so horribly tempting. Abzu would lay on Stromboli right then and there and take a nap if allowed--
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Seiana_ZI rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 11:07 am
Nembus, Super Senshi of ElectromagnetismHP: 35/75 Action: throw more rock, try not to cry, etc, Damage Done: 4 Boss HP: 633 / 2500 To be honest, Nembus wasn't quite sure what had driven her to follow Phaethon on one of their endeavours to help, this time. She was fine staying by herself in her room, or staying on her homeworld, or acting in her civilian life that she was still trying to pretend felt like something she could own. Why was she here? Why was she trying as hard as she was? She saw something in the corner of her eye that told her that perhaps, this time, she should finally lie down. She should finally give up. What was the point of continuing to live a fake life, anyway? What was the point of any of this? Her eyes scanned toward Phaethon, pushing through it despite everything else, and she shook her head. She didn't want to. Albite told her she didn't want to. "Bossette! My girl! Just rest! We'll take you back, promise."Nembus wanted to listen. How long had it been since she had been called Bossette?Maybe this rock would help shut it up before she ran for the chaos which she knew was not the chaos she was hearing in that voice.
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staripop rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 1:03 pm
Super Sailor DaphneHP: 14 Action: Attacking Murikabushi, generally giving into the darkness Physical Attack: 5 (to Muri) Who was touching her? Was it the purple senshi? The Uranus knight? She'd seen them looking at her while they'd been walking over here, like they hadn't wanted something like this to happen. She looked over her shoulder, away from the shade of her father, who was still calling out to her, "Linnea!"Murikabushi. For a moment, Daphne froze. Her eyes locked onto his eyes, and she noticed, out of nowhere, that they were pale blue, like hers. She listened. That was when the sob broke. The tears were welling up in her eyes, and she hadn't even noticed. Now they started running down her cheeks. She shook her head, violently. "You think I don't know that?" she asked him, her voice frayed, exhausted. "Of course it's fake. Of course it's Chaos." A beat passed, and she coughed. "Of course he's dead." "Linnea," the shade murmured, gently, with the smile in his voice, like he was greeting her after a long day. "Come here."Maybe the corrupt that she'd fought a few weeks before had had a point. Maybe it wasn't her job to worry about Earth's troubles. Maybe her place was on her own world, with her own people. If the fight there was already over, then it was already over, lost. If her people were already dead, then- "This is all I have!" She would have shouted it if her voice wasn't so weak, if her sobs weren't mixing with coughs, now. "This is all I'm ever going to have!" With all the strength she had left, she reached back and she punched, hard as she could. She had a feeling he wasn't going to go easy but she wasn't going to let them take her from all she had left of her father. Not again. "I don't get to be happy, okay? I don't get a bright future, like the rest of you." She pulled away, turned back to her father, smiled at him. "But at least I can rest, and at least for the end I can be with him."
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 2:25 pm
Character Name and journal link UraniaHP: Calculating… Action: Shielding Magic Damage/Healing/Buff Done: Not enough… Boss HP: 633 / 2500 Urania is standing around doing a trauma response… (Will fill in later.) Quote: A starry fabric hood like the night sky appears on Urania’s shoulders. For the next 15 seconds, she can pull the hood over her head and her body will begin to shimmer and twinkle like stars and other astronomical sights. While this effect is active, she becomes hard to see and attacks against her have a higher chance of missing. It is more effective when it is dark outside and is near useless if used in sunlight. Two uses.
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Daekie rolled 2 4-sided dice:
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Total: 7 (2-8)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 3:31 pm
Super DSS Róka of the UndertowHP: 36/75 - 11 = 25/75 Action: Attack attack attack -- ow my lungs Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 10 + 2d4 = 17Boss HP: 616/3000 There were other things going on. There were details they should've been taking on. There were people at their back they didn't know, and didn't want there, and didn't trust there. It just
They couldn't focus on that. Couldn't listen to any of it. Couldn't. Wouldn't.
Their magic wasn't cooperating -- that last one had barely been anything, weak eddies sweeping up their limbs -- but they still had another cast in them before they were forced down to weaker magic still. If they just tried harder, pulled from something deeper in them, Róka was certain they could force their magic into enough semblance of order that they could do what they actually intended to do.
(If you continue to push yourself like this, you're going to collapse. Won't you sit down for one minute, Alexis?)
Róka didn't listen to him. He wasn't real, couldn't be real, couldn't be, couldn't be; Alexis was stubborn, endlessly so, and certainly they could outlast a foreign pressure like this one. Couldn't they? They were so tired -- of ghosts -- weren't they haunted by them at all turns, even the ones that were physical and real and 'here' could never properly bring back those long-ago days, weren't --
Then they breathed in a lungful of smog and doubled over, choking and coughing, roughly thumping one fist against their chest as if that'd get any of it out. Would that it could. Their gills were itching and burning still, and this was taking all the wind out of them, coughing into convulsions so tight it made their chest hurt and their vision blur. But they pushed through it. They had to. Of course they had to. They weren't -- weak -- in that way. They'd survived this far and this long, they weren't going to curl up and die unceremoniously on someone else's world.
... A bold statement, really. It wasn't as if Róka had actually survived. Why did anyone else get to live past it? Why were they all so
Target it. ******** target it. Stop thinking. Just target it.
(What was even the point of any of this? Why did they even bother with making any effort to help Daedalus survive? It'd be easier, better, for him to just accept it as stands. To let it hollow him out until he died. Leave it for some other Daedalus to destroy in some other time. He could've made the most of the time he had, and instead he was so frail he might not've even been able to properly fight back if they -- or anyone -- had gone after him.)
Róka called their Super magic to hand a second time, chest aching so bad that blinking didn't clear their vision, and threw themself at where they thought it was. That was an impact. That was a hit. That meant they'd been right.
(Show him how much easier it is to give up. Just lie here and let the water take you. It'd be so easy; it's almost calling to you, isn't it? Lay down.)
Where was Daedalus anyway?
There were other voices starting to collect into their ears, whisper-loud, voices they hadn't heard in a thousand years. Alessa's voice. Kaede's. Keishi's. People who were long-dead, and wouldn't be here, and who would've never bothered trying to tell Alexis this, because they would've known Alexis wasn't going to listen. Not at their lowest point.
It didn't matter. It didn't matter. It didn't --
(Just show him how simple it is, to let go.)Quote: Super Sailor Scout Attack: Róka's Undertow
Róka's lower arms and legs are covered in thin veils of water that manifest out of thin air. Anyone who touches the water generated by this attack will temporarily experience the feeling of being trapped in a rip current and dragged under. Although this only lasts for a few seconds, for the rest of the magic's duration they will feel as if they're underwater & experience difficulty moving accordingly.
The primary debilitating effect only lasts as long as an enemy makes contact with Róka, although at player discretion they may be affected for longer.
While this magic is active, Róka's agility and speed are increased drastically, including acceleration.
This attack lasts for 25 seconds, and Róka can use it two times a battle. They have no casts remaining.
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Fiction1119 rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 5:11 pm
Botein of AmuletsHP: 35-11= 24/75HP Used second sailor attack: 1/2 Action: Physical Attack - Throwing rocks Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 1d10 damage = 2Boss HP: 614/3000 It wasn’t doing much. She knew this and yet she still didn’t hesitate. She wasn’t going to listen to the voices that were telling her it was useless. She wasn’t going to pay attention to the shadowy figures of friends and family telling her to stop. She wasn’t going to! She couldn’t! Botein knew that if she stopped fighting, if she let those words and whispers affect her then they could very well fail. Every little bit helped. Every little stone she threw and every time she was able to shake off the urge to sit down and nap helped. It wasn’t a lot. She knew this. But it still helped. It had to. She had to think it helped or else there was no point to fighting. There was no reason to keep throwing things or to even keep standing upright. Sleeping or at least just laying down was much much more appealing to her right then. Even her father told her it was alright to just lay down. No one would be mad.
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tefla rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 5:16 pm
Character Name and journal link Squire Irkalla of CosmosHP: 45-11 = 34/75hp Action: Physically attacking the creature with ... whatever she can throw Damage Done: 4 dmg done Boss HP: 610/2500 This was unreal. What seemed to be at least one-third of the force that came up to battle back against the chaos on this world looked like they had zoned out. Irkalla bit back the cry of frustration that wanted to pass through her lips before she clamped down on the desire to do so. Giving voice to such drama wouldn't help anyone. Even with the dense cloud of smog that began to drift over the battlefield did Irkalla drop to her knees to try and avoid breathing in the polluted air. Still, it didn't seem to help. Coughing, the Squire of Cosmos felt around on the ground before her hands encountered a large stick and she gripped onto tightly. Taking in a deep breath of the cleaner air did she wince before rising to her feet in order to charge forward. Her hand that gripped the stick drew back and she launched it with all of the strength she could expend. Voices began to whisper into her ear that she needed to simply stop fighting ... but if she stopped, who would carry on?
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Fiction1119 rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 5:23 pm
Sigiriya of IdaHP: 34-11= 23/75HP Action: Physical Attack - Throwing rocks Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 1d10 damage = 1Boss HP: 609/3000 It was getting harder to breathe and the voices were getting stronger again. Sig started to cough and retch but he still kept his wits about him. He remembered what Alistor suggested and kept an image of his family in the forefront of his mind. He wasn’t fighting just to fight. He was fighting for them. He had to fight for them! Choking on the smog the young squire slung the stones in his hand as hard as he could while gasping for breath. He knew it wasn’t a good throw but he wasn’t going to stop. No matter how much he wanted to. Regardless of what the whispers were saying. He had to keep fighting! He would! He just would!
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Fiction1119 rolled 2 6-sided dice:
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Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 5:29 pm
Tortuga of JupiterHP: 17-11= 06/75HP Action: Direct Magic Damage - Zapping with Electric Ring Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 10 + 7 damage = 17Boss HP: 592/3000 Rage was building in him. It seeped out of the quiet parts of his mind. Built in his heart. Even as the shadows of people past and present surrounded him, reached out to him, his anger bubbled. Why him? Why were they claiming it was all his fault? It was but still! With a muffled curse the squire pounded his hand into the ground and slammed magic through his ring. He wasn’t really, consciously, directing the electricity to the oil creature. He was more or less aiming it at the closest thing, hoping to scatter the visions, and instead getting the chaotic sludge mound. His anger wasn’t calming, nor was his sorrow, but the coughing that racked his body had him hunching over and gasping. The ache around his ribs was a good thing though. It pulled him out of his own head, at least for a moment.
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 7:08 pm
Super Sailor YmirHP: 6/75 Action: Hallucinating. No longer fighting. Boss HP: 592/3000 Ymir, stay with me.
Ymir heard Surtur’s voice as if from a great distance. He could have responded, maybe. He could almost feel Surtur’s touch, but Surtur being there meant his mother could not be.
She was a ghost, dead and gone for centuries. She was nothing more than memory now, and yet he saw her and heard her as if she walked among the living. He was sure, if he reached out, that he would be able to touch her. Somehow she was real. Somehow some part of her lived, even if only in his mind.
He coughed through the foul air and settled heavily against Surtur’s body. There wasn’t any need for Ymir to fight here. There never had been. He didn’t even care to save his own world. What did he care about another?- Yvoire, Squire of GanymedeHP: 22/75 Action: Hallucinating. Not fighting. Yvoire stood still and stared. The battle may as well have no longer existed for all the attention he paid it. The struggles of others barely registered. He knew Reims had to be close because they’d come here together, but he had no idea what Reims was doing, if he could see Daddy too or if he was experiencing something else.
“Rest,” Daddy said. “Just rest.”
Yvoire wanted to. He closed his eyes for a moment, imagined lying down right there, letting Daddy pet his hair the way he used to when he stayed home sick from school. He would have given anything for one more day, one more hour, one last chance to see Daddy’s smile and hear his laughter and tell him how much he loved him.
Now that he had it, Yvoire found himself at a loss for words.Quote: Internet is crappy where I am. Not attacking.
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 10:40 pm
Sailor CernunnosHP: 15 - 11 = 4 Action: overwhelmed by the visions DamageDone: - Nothing really mattered any more, did it? Whether he tried to fight or not, it wasn't going to make a difference.
And he was so tired. So very tired.
That soothing, trusted voice murmured to him, the way it had when he was small and frightened of a store, or when he had a bad dream. He could almost feel the large, familiar hand stroking his hair and ears.
If he just... stayed like this, curled in a ball on the ground, then he wouldn't have to face any of it. He could just... let it all go...
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Sara Draconia rolled 1 8-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2024 1:15 am
Sailor Procyon of LiminalityHP: 9 + 12(erinome heal) - 11 = 10HP Action: He's still trying ;; Physical attack Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 7 DMG Boss HP: 585/3000 Something had changed, if only for a moment. Just long enough for him to shake off and try for a rock. It was so hard to see and he could still feel the other senshi nearby even if he couldn't see him. Then again he saw them, saw the faces of those who'd chosen to lock themselves beneath the waves. His stomach twisted into knots as he stepped back and away from them. Shaking his head and covering his ears as he squatted down onto the ground. Rest dear, it's time for you to move on. No need to linger any longer. You can make the right choice this time and join us.Looking over their faces, he kept shaking his head. He was so tired and it sounded like a good idea but he couldn't, not with all this pollution that was choking him. The coughing worsened as he made himself smaller and covered his ears even more, shoving a finger in them to try and block it out without much success.
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Sara Draconia rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2024 1:17 am
Sailor Erinome of BombyxHP: 25-11 = 15/50 Action: Self heal and procyon heal Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 10 + 4 = 14 HP healed Boss HP: ??? Quote: Procyon and Erinome +14 HP Quote: Sailor Scout Attack: Silken Salve
Erinome throws a hand out and two illusory moths appear, trailing silken threads and shedding dust as they flutter toward allies in the area of effect. As they move around an ally's wounds some of the damage will be healed. Small lacerations and bruises will be healed most of the way or a drained ally may find a small bit of their energy returning. It will do nothing for more serious or internal wounds though.
Range: 10 ft (up to 2 allies)
Time: 30 seconds
Uses: 3
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tefla rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2024 1:53 am
Character Name and journal link Illyria, Mauvian SenshiHP: 34 - 11 = 23hp Action: Attacking main boss with a badly thrown rock. Damage: 2dmgBoss HP: 583/2500 Illyria teeth clenched together. Her ears flattened in an effort to block out the sounds of Ida's words cajoling her to rest, to simply stop fighting. But she couldn't do that. Her claws slashed at the air around her before she hissed in defiance. The ranged attack that the creature they were trying to overwhelm was a cloud of noxious smog that had Illyria's nose burning. Her eyes struggled to pierce the gloom even as the whispers grew louder. Was that a form in the smog? Who was it? Ida's words grew even louder as Illyria found herself surrounded by the smog cloud. The onset of coughing was unexpected and soon it was all that the Mauvian could do to spit out the words in between coughing spasms.
"Ida, I can't stop fighting. Muri, Procyon, Fang ... I can't abandon them to fight alone. You wouldn't forgive yourself if you just gave in.""But Illy ... wouldn't it be so much safer for you to simply stand down?""Maybe," and here Illyria gave the simplest of shrugs. It would have been so much easier to simply allow the others to take over the fight but even as Illyria thought that maybe she could take a small respite from the battle did her shoulders slump before straightening. Her gaze locked on a small rock that was at her feet and she bent over to pick it up before launching it towards the last place she'd seen the creature. A phantom touch of a hand on her shoulder ... and what felt like the smallest breath of air over her shoulder had the Mauvian turning around in a panic before once more Ida's voice returned ... louder than what it had been before.
"Illy ... let this battle go. Leave this planet. Just don't fight anymore. This world's senshi is already beaten. The chaos here is too strong. I don't want to lose you to it..."
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