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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 8:40 pm
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Ursula
Name: Ursula Age: 11 Class: Shaman Weapon: Bear Trap on a Chain
Corruption: 10% Item: Crystal
Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 9:12 pm
"Taika!" Willow gasped throwing her arms around the blonde and hugging her. "Yes. A little beatten and bruised but I'm okay... You? Are you alright?" With everything.. Some of their friends had fallen.. that could do more damage then any plain cut could.
She looked down at her orange pink flower-riddled outfit and grimiced. "Oh shut up." she grumbled at Zelda, backing up and preparing to take another try at a combo at the monster.
And then she stopped. Short.
"What the ********... Anybody else hear that thing TALKING? Like... Talking?!"
Okay, that was freaky. Really, really freaky. No no no no no, she was not going to believe that acidtentaclesofdoom there was TALKING. Nope.
What... Was it offering a... What?
Whoa. Whooooa. No way.
"Get the ******** away..." she snapped at crazy-talky-monster-lady. "I mean... Go away." She said, glancing at some of the younger ones. Vatachi didn't think she was stupid. Strange lady that just smashed her in the back was telling her to go with her? Vatachi honestly didn't trust that BS. Go? Go where?! Besides, all that about not fighting? She was riled up! She WANTED TO FIGHT.
And look. Something was there to be hit! She went AT IT. "Hiyyya! Pirate Lotus strike go!"
Color: Orange Class: Mage-Plants Weapon: A Lotus-tipped Quarterstaff Appearance: This She's wearing her soul gem as a watch... thing.
Personality: Firey and Energetic, Vatatchi seems like she's ready to go kick some a**. She's got a dirty mouth and a bit of a temper... But she's really just hiding the fact that she is scared all to hell. She may come off as loud but she's not a terrible person, really. And she may huff and puff and shout and cuss, but right now, why?
Wish: Ohh, a pirate's life is a wonderful life A-rovin' over the sea Give me a career As a buccaneer It's the life of a pirate for me Ohh, the life of a pirate for me
Powers involve smacking things with a quarterstaff, scent based attacks and, in the finale, spores that infest an enemy and grow into flowers. YIKES.
Status: Trying not to curse. Trying to play nice. ******** pissed at her wimpiness.
Her attacks weren't particularly strong, nor particularly bad.
"BLACK LOTUS STRIKE ONE!" she shouted, whipping the quarterstaff around to strike. POFF. The scent of lotuses came up to waft around the monster in a cloud... Bringing with it a...
What was it? Something flashed through Vatachi's mind. Something wonderful, something that made her feel good. Warm. Fuzzy. The purr of a fluffy cat... a pom. The feel of it's fur. It lapped up milk. She was... was she petting it? Was it her pom? It wasn't even a pom. It was a bloom. She didn't know how she knew that. Maybe the flowers were a giveaway. Yes you can keep it Someone's voice, or not. It was hard to tell. The scene was faded and muted to grey, except for the bloom's purr, it's soft fur, and it's flowers... it's intense blood-red, dripping flowers. She reached for more of the memory, but it fluttered out of her grasp. Startled and shaken, her next attack missed completely. The aroma of her lotuses followed in it's wake, trailing under her nose as she was filled with a deep sadness and pain. She didn't even bother to shout the new name for her attack. Why bother? Everything was so miserable. Crying on a doorstep, orange spooklights shining down to cast a twinned shadow of her own hunched form. Loneliness. Incredible loneliness. Was she alone? Yes. Something was missing, something was gone forever. What... she didn't know. Nobody would come to her and comfort her. Why should they? She had insulted them, hurt them all, shouted horrible things at them all. Nobody could ever love her again...
Vatachi fought the memory. <******** you!" she shouted at the thing, blinking away tears. "I don't know what you're trying to pull, but whatever it is... ******** OFF!" she jumped back a few paces, trails of shimmering scent swirling around her. "BLACK LOTUS TORNADO... ********> she said as she whirled in to strike it one last time. Allright, so it only looked badass and didn't do much at all, but she was momentarily distracted by...
What was it exactly... What was she supposed to protect? What had she promised? So she had promised something... Creepy lady wasn't lying. And she had an idea of what she got in return, sorta. Or she hoped it was Being a Pirate. But... what was she doing.
Distraction was not good. She cried out in pain and frustration as she was clawed, falling back only to jump up again. "YOU WANT A PIECE OF..." she stopped, noticing black cracks spreading... not just on her watch... but on HER. "What the..." she said, staring in horror. To her shame, she started shaking, and wrapped her arms around herself. "s**t... s**t... I don't feel so good..."
Color: Orange Class: Mage-Plants Weapon: A Lotus-tipped Quarterstaff Appearance: This She's wearing her soul gem as a watch... thing.
Personality: Firey and Energetic, Vatatchi seems like she's ready to go kick some a**. She's got a dirty mouth and a bit of a temper... But she's really just hiding the fact that she is scared all to hell. She may come off as loud but she's not a terrible person, really. And she may huff and puff and shout and cuss, but right now, why?
Wish: Ohh, a pirate's life is a wonderful life A-rovin' over the sea Give me a career As a buccaneer It's the life of a pirate for me Ohh, the life of a pirate for me
Powers involve smacking things with a quarterstaff, scent based attacks and, in the finale, spores that infest an enemy and grow into flowers. YIKES.
Status: Trying not to curse. Trying to play nice. ******** pissed at her wimpiness.
Taika clung tightly to Willow, her eyes watering with fearful tears. "I'm alright. But the others..." She'd seen that thing take friends, and others dissipate into nothing but mist. What once had been a large, strong group now seemed...less so. But she still had someone by her side, someone to protect. "Just...these cracks..." She glanced worriedly down at their feet.
Vatachi realized something. She was cracking. Everybody was cracking to pieces. And some... some were shattering and GONE.
Oh no. No no. no no no no no.
"This... this is all wrong. ALL WRONG. Why is it happening?" she said shakily, almost hysterically, "We're not supposed to... You're all not supposed to..." s**t. Even steel b***h was gone. She realized, in that moment, that she had actually liked her, in a twisted badass way. "Not supposed to..." Oh no... Another girl gone. She backed against some sort of support, as if it would hold her together. She felt so fragile, so scared, so... so... "Please don't go..." she whimpered to nobody in particular, her heart racing. Perhaps she was muttering to everybody.
Didn't matter. She shivered on what felt like the peak of oblivion. "Please stay..." Was staying and fighting the right choice?
Yes. Hell yes.
She sank to her knees.
"Please stay... Please don't go. Don't..." she began to sob, holding herself together, her quarterstaff lying on the ground by her. "DONT LEAVE ME ALL ALONE DAMN IT!!!" she wailed. Whether she was talking to those still alive, or to herself... she didn't ******** damn it..." she said, curling up, quieter now.
Color: Orange Class: Mage-Plants Weapon: A Lotus-tipped Quarterstaff Appearance: This She's wearing her soul gem as a watch... thing.
Personality: Firey and Energetic, Vatatchi seems like she's ready to go kick some a**. She's got a dirty mouth and a bit of a temper... But she's really just hiding the fact that she is scared all to hell. She may come off as loud but she's not a terrible person, really. And she may huff and puff and shout and cuss, but right now, why? She also loves floofy ploofy things, to be honest, and may e a bit protective of the younger girls.
Wish: Ohh, a pirate's life is a wonderful life A-rovin' over the sea Give me a career As a buccaneer It's the life of a pirate for me Ohh, the life of a pirate for me
Happy memory: Finding her pet Blood Bloom, Plank
Sad memory: Losing someone (?) and realizing that she had been horribly unpleasant to everybody and was now all alone
Powers: Smacking things with a quarterstaff, scent based attacks and, in the finale, spores that infest an enemy and grow into flowers. YIKES.
Status: Trying not to curse. Trying to play nice. AAAAAAHHHHH ******** I'M CRACKING WTF
As Tara managed to push herself up to her hands and knees, though, everything stabilized again. She quickly rose and stumbled backwards, away from the creature, and towards several of the other girls she'd been with earlier. "Is everyone... is everyone okay? Is anyone else badly hurt?" She hadn't yet thought to glance down at herself, to see what damage she had taken, and as she finally did she felt sick. How was she even still in one piece? She staggered, but managed to get herself back on her feet. "Macy? Taika? Narcissa? Willow?" She looked around for the other girls, wanting to make sure they were all okay, while trying to remember if she had gotten anyone else's name as well.
Ashleigh had never thought herself the compassionate sort, but her heart broke a little more, for this girl. She did, however, nod in agreement with the other, red-headed girl. "She's right--if they made the choice to fight, I can't think they'd appreciate your giving up because they...fell." She might not know anyone here, but the amount of girls who had already...well, disintegrated in front of their very eyes was pretty impressive...in a horrific sort of way. The red headed girl was also right in her stating that this was not the place to mourn.
Her movements clumsy, Ashleigh lay one hand awkwardly on Orina's shoulder, swaying slightly, even as she kept a wary eye in the...well, whatever it was, the thing that seemed to be mowing them down in droves' direction. In a quieter tone, she offered one last attempt at consoling. "Quite honestly, I don't think anyone could have protected anyone else from a full blow from those claws..."
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Name: Ashleigh Age: 15 Color: Violet Class: Shaman Weapon: Scythe. It's not an overly long scythe, but it's wickedly sharp, and possesses two blades instead of one--the second one can be removed and held by a separate, short handle (it interlocks into the main handle) in a pinch. If one were to look closely at it, it looks like a snake, with two oversized blade-fangs. Personality: Optimistic and driven, Ash is decisive and not one to second-guess herself..she's also one to see things through, even when the going gets difficult. Appearance: Medium height, with an average build. Toned limbs imply an active lifestyle...not that she remembers any of it. Damage Done: 22 Damage Taken: 25% + her legs are a-crackin! Loot: 1 crystal
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 10:40 pm
She blinked wearily as another girl joined the pair of them. She had one point. Ridley wouldn't have wanted it to win. She'd have kept fighting. That much was true. And Tamara, good at it or not, would have been brave enough to stand. But they weren't here. In truth it felt like no one was even with the two nearby. Cruel? Perhaps. But they weren't the few she felt like she'd known an eternity. She had met those two within moments of waking up. She only had memories, at least whole ones, of the brief time since waking. So truly, those she'd met first were her everything. She had her everything torn away now by those claws.
Even if logic said the two were right. "Perhaps..." The word was weak and quiet as she looked up at both Alysa and Ashleigh. "But... they..." She had always been honest with herself. She was weak. She just wanted someone to be with. Even now, wasn't she only comforted due to no longer being alone? How selfish.
"Then why did it spare me?" Not that she was in such a shape to truly be called spared, but Ashleigh's words obviously brought the question. She'd been closer to the thing, hadn't paid any attention. Why was she still alive and her friend not? Even now the cries of a fight could be heard, but they seemed far away compared to her problems. Everything seemed distant compared to the sadness. "It feels just like that memory..." Like that time when she realized she was losing something she cherished. Her life felt as if it was repeating itself. A sad tape stuck on repeat for the enjoyment of others.
Even if she couldn't recall it all, that was the case, wasn't it?
Name: Orina Evein Age: 13 Race: Reaper // Mage (Wind) Color: Blue // Honesty Weapon: Dual Chakrams Appearance: 5'3" and seeming less and less sure of her abilities by the minute. She's a fairly standard build, with perhaps a touch more going on in the bust department than a normal thirteen year old? Damage Dealt: Fear Core Damage: 10% - ABOUT TO BREAK!? Items: 1 Crystal (USED)
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 10:57 pm
"I don't know if it really spared you, or it just missed. It almost seems like it's striking out randomly at times. Maybe you were just a really agile person?" She laughed softly, trying to lighten the mood if she possibly could and looking to the less virulently pink of the two blonds for some help. "Lord knows I'm not, but I'm glad we're still here. I wouldn't attribute to malice what could easily be considered just blind luck."
She was surprised a bit by the fact that she actually believed what she was saying. Looking around the field there really was nothing that the girls who survived were doing differently, at least that she could tell, from the ones who died. The girl on the floor just seemed so vulnerable, Alysabette couldn't just leave her here. She reached a hand down to her as if to help her stand. "I'm Alysabette, and I'll do my best to make sure you're gonna be just fine."
Name: Alysabette Age: 15 Race: Reaper // Mage (Water) Color: Blue Weapon: Old blue and white china pattern teapot, cracked. Appearance: 5'0" with blue eyes and copper red hair. She's doing the best she can to seem competent in her abilities, but obviously bumbling a lot. Curvy hourglass body shape. Her Appearance Damage Dealt: Fear Core Damage: 25% Items: 1x Crystal
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 11:11 pm
Leanne regretted not listening to Izzy’s warning of the opponent’s hit. At least the pain went away for now. However the cracks remained. Seeing the other girls place the small crystal near their Fear cores, Leanne followed. The cracks slowly disappeared from the brightly coloured core, rendering the crystal useless now.
”Yeah… Sticking together. That’s a good idea.” Leanne agreed wholeheartedly with Lissa’s suggestion.
But just what was Leanne’s wish. Somehow she felt perfectly content in her life, whatever it was. Was it good looks? A cute boyfriend at her fingertips? For summer vacation to last forever? What did girls worry about when they were young and reckless? Was Leanne even the kind of girl to have such petty wants?
No… it was something better than those selfish wants. In away it did seem selfish. Above everything in the world, Leanne wanted intelligence. She wanted to know more about the world namely those that regarded the sciences. Biology, a common topic of interest, was always advancing with different animals being discovered or genetic information getting easier to understand by the day. Leanne wanted to help people whether she was a doctor or researcher or even just someone who went around preaching the greatness of knowing more in the world. Leanne’s head throbbed as memories drifted back into her brain regarding her desires. Why… why now of all times to remember? It’s such a pain…’ She rubbed her head as she tried to shake off the feeling of being insignificant in the world from her brain. The important thing at hand is the enemy. Whoever or whatever that was, it could have showed up again.
”Magenta! Izzy! Are you two okay as well?” Leanne called out, hoping for a response of some sort. She looked around frantically trying to spot the girl clad in green and the other in brown and orange.
Ashleigh straightened, nodding again. She was glad Alysabette had joined them--she was pretty sure she'd never have found the right words, or would have made Orina feel even worse...if that was even possible.
"I might not remember anything before...this" she motioned around them, at the chaos that still reigned. "But I suspect...that luck is always just that--you can't control it, or predict it." She was pragmatic, not philosophical...obviously.
All you could do is keep pushing forward, and hope you got to where you were going relatively unscathed. Looking around them again, she inclined her head slightly, stepping back to allow Alysabette to help Orina to her feet. "I'm Ashleigh, by the way...and I don't think we should stand here much longer...probably a good idea to step back a bit until we get a little more steady on our feet, hmm?"
Distractedly, she wondered what had happened to the other girls she'd been speaking to, before this last attack on their vicious opponent. She hoped they'd made it through this wave...
Waiting on Alysabette, and the other, yet-unnamed girl to make up their minds, she shifted discreetly from one foot to the other--she was still so incredibly cold...especially her toes, which were almost numb.
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Name: Ashleigh Age: 15 Color: Violet Class: Shaman Weapon: Scythe. It's not an overly long scythe, but it's wickedly sharp, and possesses two blades instead of one--the second one can be removed and held by a separate, short handle (it interlocks into the main handle) in a pinch. If one were to look closely at it, it looks like a snake, with two oversized blade-fangs. Personality: Optimistic and driven, Ash is decisive and not one to second-guess herself..she's also one to see things through, even when the going gets difficult. Appearance: Medium height, with an average build. Toned limbs imply an active lifestyle...not that she remembers any of it. Damage Done: 22 Damage Taken: 25% + her legs are a-crackin! Loot: 1 crystal
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 11:25 pm
She was being selfish, clinging only to her own pain. Couldn't she hear others crying for their lost ones? Or just those they couldn't find in this chaos. Regardless, no one was going to win this fight without pain. And it was true perhaps... "I'm not. I was sitting still.." She replied quietly, shaking her head. It had to be luck, pure and stupid luck. That was the only reason she still stood now. Or well... lived?
If you could call their current condition living.
She forced a weak smile to the pair, still looking on the verge of tears as she took Alysabette's offer to help her up. "Don't. Please don't protect me." She didn't want any other kind souls to fall, she didn't want to see it. "If I go... I go where they went." Perhaps it was a bit cold to say she wanted to leave them, but wasn't it also true? She could see her friends if they had fallen too. "Though, until then... my name is Orina." She tried to give them a brighter smile, though she obviously wasn't feeling all that much better even as she struggled back to her feet. They were right, moving away was for the best, until she could fight again.
"I'll... stand. And fight in their place. At least until luck says it's my turn." She added, feeling all the more hollow for it. There wasn't hope in it, just the silent promise to no one who could hear. "Because... if I don't someone else will take my place." She added, clutching her hand over her chest again and shaking her head as she slowly tried her hand at walking again to move away from the beast as it wrecked those behind them some more. "It's all we can do?" She kind of felt that way anyway
Name: Orina Evein Age: 13 Race: Reaper // Mage (Wind) Color: Blue // Honesty Weapon: Dual Chakrams Appearance: 5'3" and seeming less and less sure of her abilities by the minute. She's a fairly standard build, with perhaps a touch more going on in the bust department than a normal thirteen year old? Damage Dealt: Fear Core Damage: 10% - ABOUT TO BREAK!? Items: 1 Crystal (USED)
Like hell she was going to leave. She didn't trust the fox, but she didn't trust the new "ally" either. Aria pushed herself up, ignoring the ache in her back and readied her scythe. She paid no attention to those who vanished; the creepy fear and panic was knawing at her stomach, and she couldn't give it the benefit of paying attention.
Besides.
She was a loner. She'd alway had been.
But she did let it fuel her rage, her anger. She felt no remorse, no sadness, only white hot anger and the sinking suspicion her reckless was going to get her killed.
She charged the monster with a scream, wild hair flying behind her and unveiling the corruption on her back. She jumped and caught the top of the monster just barely with the blade. Something pulsed within her and she froze in the return swing for a moment.
The one time she'd made friends, she'd been very small. They'd welcomed her into the group with open arms and smiles and she'd felt more at home than in her home. "We like you!"
She shuddered, warmth flowing through her limbs and chest. It made her feel calm, happy, wanted, but it slipped away just as quickly. Aria landed on the other side of the monster and spun, rage once again fueling her movements. The blade barely missed the monster in her blind rage.
...But she'd lost them so quickly, hadn't she? After that one single time... they'd all vanished, leaving her with snide comments and whispers behind fingers. "Freak, freak freak!"
She screamed, feeling as though her chest was caving in two. She trembled with rage, anger, hurt, and lashed out at the monster in front of her blindly again. "MONSTER HUNTER!" her voice broke as she once again missed hitting the monster fully, tears flying from her eyes in her momentum.
She'd promised something. She'd promised to fight, in order to protect... because she... she...
Aria let out a cry of rage, scythe falling to the ground as she clamped her hands over her ears. No no just stop, just stop she didn't mean for this to happen! Just shut up, shut up, shut up! Go back to being a blank slate, just go back to being memory-less!
She stared wide-eyed at the ground, willing it to just stop.
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Appearance Name: Aria Age: 14 Color: Blue Class: Mage (Lightning) Weapon: Scythe A young girl with social anxiety and tends to be distrusting of others. She also apparently defaults to anger and cockiness.
Air exploded from her lungs as the creature's claw slammed into her and sent her crashing into the ground some yards behind the group. Something flashed in front of her eyes, something resonating with for the barest of moments.
Right... the promise.
She screamed silently, pain shooting up her arms and legs as she fractured, as she became as dark as night. Sapphire blue eyes wide, a single tear rolled down her cracking face.
She should have tried to make friends.
She should have tried to be better.
She shouldn't have gone off by herself.
It was all.. It was all...
Her...
With a contort of her body, Aria shattered, vanishing into nothing but air.
... fault....
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Appearance Name: Aria Age: 14 Color: Blue Class: Mage (Lightning) Weapon: Scythe A young girl with social anxiety and tends to be distrusting of others. She also apparently defaults to anger and cockiness.
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