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Skye Starrfyre rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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 Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 2:18 pm
Thisbe had been watching the scene for a bit. The raven-haired senshi was one that she was familiar with; at least in a sense that she should know her, even if she didn't... And hell, even if she didn't, they were both fighting for the same side and she wasn't about to just stand back and let him attack her while she had her back turned.
Sailor Thisbe threw herself in between the Negaverse agent and the senshi, catching his boot to the side herself and falling under the pressure of it. As she went down she grabbed his boot, attempting to drag him to the ground with her.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 2:18 pm
The revived youma purred its encouragement at its smaller comrades, taking a sick joy in the destruction that they had already begun to wreak on those around them. Large claws, shining with polish and power, clicked and strutted across the road, and it craned its neck up, taking a deep breath that sounded like a satisfied sigh. It released the breath just as elegantly, like a movie star enjoying a long drag from a cigarette. Indeed, smoke even poured past its fangs, making a foul-smelling cloud hang over their combatants. Its allies would not mind so much. Its enemies, however, would be unfortunate indeed to breathe it. Its stench was awful, like death... and plague. Were you infected? Roll a D6 to determine your symptoms!1 or 2 = you have begun coughing uncontrollably. Roll D10s for your next attack.3 or 4 = you have a horrible fever, that makes you sluggish and clumsy. Roll D10s for your next attack.5 or 6 = you have fever AND coughing to deal with. Roll D8s for your next attack.Your symptoms will fade AFTER your next attack roll. amicableAggressor As keeper of this memory, Sugilite can inflict the worst of the plague on a single target. She can do this only once in this battle! HP: 99,696
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chiickadee rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 2:19 pm
Peklo couldn't help but admire Celsus' determination. Even with a cut arm, he was running into battle like it was nobody's business. She could've done that!
Wait ... she could've done that?
Filled with a new inspiration from Celsus, Peklo stood up (being careful of her injured arm), ready to fight.
Well maybe not fight, but throw rocks from a reasonable distance? Sure! With all the might she could muster up, she threw a rock and screamed. The scream was partially in anger and desperation towards the youma, and part just because of how much pain she was in. Either way, she hoped it did something.
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Infinities rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 2:21 pm
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Guine rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 2:21 pm
Valhalla groaned, suddenly not feeling really well. Was he getting a fever? It certainly felt like it. Chills and all. Well, s**t... this wasn't a very good time to get sick...
Sessrumnir shot a concerned look over at Ganymede. "Ew..." That smell... seriously...
But then he started coughing and couldn't stop and make more comments about it.
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Skye Starrfyre rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 2:22 pm
(( Rolling for plague; Corvus then Thisbe ))
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Sunshine Alouette rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 2:22 pm
First Ganymede smelled something horrible. He glanced over at Sess for a second, and then inched away somewhat, giving him a bit of a disgusted look.
Then he started to cough uncontrollably.
It kind of sucked.
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TheMadHatter rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 2:22 pm
As he pulled himself to his feet to try to gather his wits about him the creature above washed the battlefield with a strange smoke. IT reminded him of that b*****d Negaversers powers and he began to cough before covering his mouth and nose with a gloved hand.
He continued his backwards movements for a bit until he found steady ground to stand on and try to look through the clouds at the others.
"We need to concentrate attacks! We won't take it or them down trying to do it alone!" He doubted anyone would listen but he knew taht's what they needed to do. The Senshi needed to work as a group, as one, to protect this place and drive the Negaverse back.
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endejester rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 2:22 pm
**interception still stands I just missed that the degas were ok with plague**
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chiickadee rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 2:22 pm
Draconis had finally hit something akin to consciousness. She was so exhausted that pushing herself up off the ground hurt too much, but she could at least watch the battle.
She saw Cancer come back and Virgo shout ecstatically. Well that was nice. Internally, Draconis cursed herself. She wasn't even strong enough to last this battle. What good was she if she couldn't even do this?
Weakly, she pushed herself up through sheer willpower. She was now laying on her forearms. Well that was a small victory. A sudden heat came over her. It spread from her forehead, to her whole body. Was she ... sick?
Her body slumped back down against the road.
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Peklo shouted with victory and more pain. It seemed her arm wasn't going to let her do anything else, but she had at least thrown that rock. It was a small victory, right?
Then Cancer descended like some sort of angel. Virgo was obviously happy to see her, and shouted her name. Peklo smiled and cheered her return as well. Maybe there was some hope left here!
A sudden heat over took her, and Peklo slowly collapsed back onto the ground. She began racking coughs uncontrollably, her arm lurching every time. What was going on? She wasn't sick, she hadn't been sick this whole time. Besides, illnesses didn't even act that fast. They were gradual!
So why did she feel so crappy?
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 2:22 pm
"Navi," she offered softly, tone defeated. He was right, they were trapped, and they here terribly out numbered. Perhaps she would be dying after all, even after having escaped death in her waking as a dark morrior warrior. Her shoulders rounded as she watched as members of the negaverse called them to regroup, finding it something of a lost cause. She didn't move though, if they were all going to die she wouldn't leave the man before her to die alone. She continued to hold the fabric against his wound, head lowering miserably. At the very least she had cause that squire to suffer. It was cold comfort, but it was something. It was over. Or was it. Sound pulled her attention back towards the massive carcass, and her eyes widened as she stared in wonder as the great youma revived itself. "Yes! Yes yes, it's alive!" If she pressed a little to firmly against his collarbone it was due to the renewed sense hope that flooded her she watched the beast rise. That of course was nothing to the rush of energy and revival that slammed into her seconds later, and she threw her head back in a cry of victorious delight. Falling into maniacal laughter as she leaned back over her fallen comrade. "Those stupid bastards." It wad amazing. "We're going to murder them all!"
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kuropeco rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 2:23 pm
Celsus heard Virgo's scream of delight, heard her yell "CANCER!" and as much as he wanted to turn around and greet the newest Zodiac, he instead ran back to the youma to fight.
Except it seemed it wasn't quite going to happen.
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A Wandering Esper rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 2:23 pm
((Themis - Naica isn't gonna attack anymore, he's off the side and only doing reaction posts.))
Themis was just about ready to start throwing anything that wasn't bolted down at the youma, really - but then the smoke came.
It was overbearing.
He started coughing, and simply couldn't stop - losing his balance and falling to his knees.
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Miliardo Kason rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 2:23 pm
"I have no intentions too." He was panting at that moment catching his breath as his body worked to fill the void deep in his very starseed from using his power so quickly and harshly. It burned like running a few miles around a track in a mater of minutes his body felt heavy. He lifted his head a wicked and cruel grin crossing his face as the Negaverse agent was hit. For Lyra. For the Civilans. He would not allow them to leave unharmed for this, forgive him Eve, Flora, he was going to do something terrible today.
And suddenly the General was in front of him, dark clouds of poison falling over them. He coughed, and stepped back feeble and weakened from a sudden sickness that filled him, rather then dodge like he would have he threw up his arms, blade met chainmail and blood rained happily as the stronger General struck him, it did not cut deep, but the chainmail on the top of his arms was useless now, torn apart and ripping at the skin as he was knocked back coughing with fever and sickness. "Damn you all... you can't fight... without plaguing us at every turn with... cheap ugly tricks..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 2:24 pm
In a past life, on a distant planet, Mal Landsman had once written “Easily adapts to high pressure situations” on her resume. As that had been in application to a cushy secretarial job, Mal never had any intention of proving whether or not it was a skill she actually possessed. But as she was officially initiated into her life as Sailor Danae, through swarms of locusts and blind, mouth-frothing rages and one nasty looking manifestation of Chaos, she sincerely wished she had, because “good people skills” sure as hell wasn’t cutting it.
“Christ, dude,” she panted to no one in particular as The Great One fell, her adorable butterfly self ruffled up by an assortment of sweat, blood, and bruises. “Is it too much to ask for a time out? Maybe some orange slices? Some Capri Sun pouches?” Apparently their giant pet youma was in agreement, for as it magically reconstructed itself on the battlefield, Danae felt herself rejuvenated by the soothing power of evil.
“Oh, yeah, there we go,” Danae said, an uncharacteristically manic grin on her face. She cracked her neck, readying herself into a fighting stance. “I am totes down with ******** people up. I am a hundred-thirty pounds of raw angry white girl, right here.”
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