< Aisha Ainesworth >Skilled Combatant x Snake Charmer Civilian 1d6-1 (a 0 is a miss) Target:Elephant Youma
Aisha's Start Hp of post: 10 -5 for every attack against the Elephant Youma.
Damage Dealt Overall: -3 Damage Taken overall: -5 Aisha's Current Hp: 5
She was to land a solid hit from the striped pole she grabbed and hit the Youma with, but instead, when she flipped backwards and finally went in for another attack, she slipped, and although she hit it, she couldn't put all her strength behind it. Having just caught herself in balance, and she skimmed it's back and ended up having to assess where she could hit him from. Aisha's had drops of sweat falling down her face... Breathing heavily as if her body would give out at any moment. Til she saw her two snakes.
Before hand, before the circus, she was scared of snakes, but as the circus memories became more and more real, the bond she had for said snakes in her act were more than just an act. The snakes began to flee and when the Elephant Youma began to rush a the other awkwardly dressed people, she took that opportunity to slide underneath it, grab the snakes, and roll with them out of the way. The snakes hissed, and snapped at her but quickly realized whom she was and began to constrict around her arms for dear life.
Dodging out of the way of the other fighters, she jumpflipped, found a box to jump on and began to go higher til she was secured on the highest platform on the tent.. Looking down and assessing yet again where she could even help, if she even could!
She is still laughing, but the blood is getting in her eyes and she is starting to waver. Barnuminum lets out a hiss of annoyance, but it's replaced a second later by a sweep of her sword through the air, angling towards several of the little nuisances at once.
The first swipe of the rapier went to the Dark Mirror, pretty and fierce and sadly lacking.
The second was a glancing blow off the shoulder of a sentimental senshi.
There was an awful, painful, deafening screeching sound as the horse tossed its heads, each one screaming in its own way, a sound that echoed around the room. One of its hooves came rearing up as Tiberius' claws sank into one of its eyes, throwing him violently off - and then -
The illusions are fracturing. The Elephant Youma's powers are wavering with each hit, but this also makes it angrier, and it rampages from side to side, sweeping its trunk around, pointed tusks aimed at whoever is near. Everything is a chaotic mess, fragmented and confusing.
Tolin Kalin
8 dmg to Nix
Status Effect: Nix is too near to the Elephant Youma. He cannot distinguish between what is real and what is an illusion. Everyone around him feels like the enemy; someone needs to snap him out of this before he hurts himself or anyone else. Someone else needs to roll 1d6 to help Nix. If they roll a 1 or a 6, they have managed to drag him far enough away from the Elephant Youma to break free of the illusions. They can roll as many times as they need to help and do not receive auto-damage while trying to help.
Kaefaux
1 dmg to Morgan
Status Effect: Morgan is too close. Everything around her feels hazy and confusing, and she starts to believe she is back in the circus. These people are taking away her home. She has to fight them, she has to stop them from destroying her home - 4 damage must be done TO Morgan from someone else to break her out of the illusions.
Whimsical Blue
6 dmg to Ida
Status Effect: The Elephant Youma has crashed towards Ida. The illusions around her a confusing, blackened tangle of thoughts and emotions from the life she has and the life she thought she had; faces are blurring together and warping until everything is a melting, twisted mess of distorted visions and fractured memories. She needs to roll 1d6 and get either a 1 or a 6 to break free of this and get far away from the Elephant Youma. You can roll as many times as you need and receive no auto-damage from the youma while fighting.
Kolina
7 dmg to Magnus
Status Effect: Magnus has been sighted by the Elephant Youma. He gets caught up in the whirlwind of emotions and memories of an illusionary life in the circus he never lived but believes he lived. He is going to go crazy trying to figure out what is happening and what is real. He needs to do 6 cumulative damage to the Elephant Youma to break free of this.
Sailor Lacerta - 20/20 HP and Attacking Captain Baruminium for 1 DMG
Those tenser bandages had been harder to find than she had anticipated. Even after Cynthia had managed to bring light to their tent. Izobel was quiet though as she trudged slowly back towards the main tent. It already sounded, from the commotion inside, that the next show had already started which sadly meant that she was late once more. It wasn't a common enough occurrence to be dismissed from performing but she had been approached more than once with warnings that another missed show would have consequences. It was in that frame of mind that the red-headed Diabolo artist walked into the back entrance of the main tent. What met her eyes though was not the sights and sounds of performers waiting in the wings. No these were the terrifying sounds of battle that she was hearing.
Quickly dropping her Diabolo set Izobel crept closer to the entrance the performers used and looked out in horror at what she saw. Why? How? What was going on? Strange-suited warriors were dodging back and forth and in the center of the ring stood the one that she had come to call her boss. He just stood there calmly as the battles raged on. Already it seemed as if things were not going in his favor.
Izobel was ready to charge out and try and knock sense into those fighting when a wave of confusion washed through her. Memories blurred and for a moment the thought that she belonged in the circus was overpowering but then another sense of belonging somewhere else hit her and she could remember at least something else about what she could do.
Ducking back behind the curtain that hid her from sight Izobel screwed her eyes shut before summoning her henshin pen. With a whispered shout she transformed into Sailor Lacerta, the senshi of bandages.
Racing out into the ring Lacerta could have sworn she recognized at least one face before her memories blurred. She needed to help defend her home, but what was home? Was it the circus? Was it this city? With a frustrated groan Lacerta watched the horse crumple to the ground and crumble away. Why? It wasn't fair. A dangerous decision lay before her and with somewhat of a pang of regret Lacerta run towards the woman that seemed to be slashing out at those fighting her. Was it worth it to join in the fray?
(( End of post Lacerta's HP is 17/20 ))
tefla rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-6)
Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2018 7:16 pm
Trinity Ward (Civilian) 11/15 HP - Attacking Elephant Youma (( Trinity does 4 DMG to the Elephant Youma ... ))
The horse was gone. Trinity wasn't sure if that was a good thing. Her memory was still confused as she turned to face a larger threat it seemed. The fact that she was still clutching her baton from earlier was a good sign. The young woman was being besieged by thoughts that she needed to stop the fighting that was going on but yet something deep from inside told her this was right: fighting was right. There was a lot of bodies around and in her confusion she might have struck a few of the others around her before she landed a blow on the elephant's side.
Backing away Trinity felt the sense of confusion lift momentarily before her thoughts all became clouded again. Why was she attacking the elephant? Didn't she help care for the creature? Wielding her baton like a batter in a baseball game Trinity turned to face the others that grouped nearby. "STOP, what is wrong with you?"
will be 6/15 HP after this post (( Anyone attacking the elephant youma. Trinity's getting confused with thinking she needs to protect it. ))
The horse went down, and it went down hard, but not before knocking the Mauvian of the hour off of it's head. But he managed to snag one of it's eyeball's with one claw just as he went rolling, one of those sharp hooves catching him across the ribs. Tiberius could feel some of them go, felt the deep crack and give, but he still landed on his feet, hissing back as the beast crumbled.
"TAKE THAT!" And when the monster was a pile of dust, the cat went and peed on it before taking his prize - one gem-like red eye - and gingerly hot-footing it out of the way so that he could hide under one of the concession stands to recuperate a bit.
And maybe to cheer on his would-be wife, his Doll.
Lieutenant / Basics - 20 HP / 1d8-2 attack (a 0 is a miss)
Being bitten by a horse, especially a three headed one, hurt. The thing had sharp teeth, he was sure they were sharper than a horses teeth should be, and they drew blood on his arm as he stepped back. He wasn't quick enough though as his foot was stomped on by a skeletal foot. The hoof landing right on his toes with force, causing the teeth to cry out in pain as he stumbled backward and took the time to lift his foot up so he wasn't putting pressure on it.
He really hoped his foot wasn't bleeding, though it felt like something had happened inside the boot he wore. He knew it would bruise, he hoped it wasn't broken as well, and the thought of walking on it right now wasn't a pleasant one. How was he going to hide injuries from the workers at the orphanage? Not even them but the kids...the little ones who were curious and said what was on their mind, and had no idea of how to keep secrets.
Watching as the horse was dealt with, and turned to dust, his focus moved onto the giant of an elephant and just how much it seemed to take - beating wise. It had to be strong...really strong. Deciding his boot hurt too much, which it did, he was slowly in removing it and he got close then, hobbling a bit, so he could throw his boot at the giant youma.
With the boot gone he was able to see that his toes looked a bit too large and red under the nails, with blood he suspected, not to mention the coloring indicating bruising. Lovely. Caught up in looking at that he missed a trunk heading his way, as well as a large tusk, till it slammed into his side and knocked him right over. Falling he landed with a grunt and rolled twice as he lay there on the ground. This was not a fight he should have gotten into, he was sure of this. He was already hurt and he felt tired and weak, especially compared to the youma and to the other powered people here.
Looking around, almost pleading aqua eyes, he was hoping to spot the general he knew. He was hoping he was ok.
General / Eternal / Mauvian Sailor - 40 HP / 1d12-2 attack (a 0 is a miss)
Attacking the elephant again.
Distance seemed to be the key to handling this elephant, and avoiding it's illusions. That didn't mean the physical attacks could be avoided however. The thing was dangerous, as he knew from the moment he saw the youma. The thing was not going to go down easily...but it would go down. While he was thinking that he found himself knocked over with ease, it really wasn't that hard a thing to accomplish, he was on the small side and so tossing him about was not some big feat. But it also meant when he got knocked over, with force, or tossed about he tended to go a bit of a distance.
It was right before he slammed into the ground, thanks to the damn elephant having a temper tantrum, that the General was able to teleport himself to the ground. At least it saved him a hard landing. He still had been hit right in his injured side by the rampaging thing. His spear was a good distance from him and he needed it.
Hefting his injured self off the ground, gritting his teeth as he did so, he summoned his spear to himself. "I do hope this thing goes down soon. Youma or not I'm not happy with it." It might serve the Negaverse but it was beating on him - a General. That negated the fact it served the Negaverse. It also meant the other agents weren't safe either, seeing as they didn't care about their fellow officers.
With his weapon back in hand he moved in close, slowly as he was injured and hurting, and when he got close he raised his weapon and made to slash downward at it's flank.
Shannon Mccord//Lt. Strengite vs Woolly Mammoth -Going for the nuts... and not the peanuts. Fail miserably- Lieutenant / Basics - 20 HP / 1d8-2 attack (a 0 is a miss) HP: 15-2-5=8 // Dmg: 2-2=0
Strengite might have never surfaced from the false memories that the elephant was projecting if her General hadn't yanked her back, out of the furry b*****d's range. Even as the diminutive bossman explained that they needed to work together Strengite's mind was trying to figure out a way to do that. Unlike Beni she didn't exactly have a weapon that could be used at a distance, hell she barely had a weapon at all. Maybe it would be best for them to split their attention. Beni take on Manny while she tried to deal with one of the other human assholes?
She twisted around to judge the feasibility of such a drastic change from the orders she was just given only to wince at the sharp pain that spiked up her back. Her fingers came away with blood and silver eyes blazed in anger. The giant walking rug had cut her somehow! Not only cut her but did so in such a ******** assholeish spot where she couldn't even care for it properly! If she got a scar from this.... someone was going to die! As for that ******** walking hairball, it was going down, with or without a proper weapon!
With a nod to Beni, Strengite started to circle around the elephant youma to get a better take on possible attack spots only to be clipped by a hoof from the cerberus horse... hydra horse? The force behind the blow wasn't horribly damaging, it was more of a glancing shot, but it knocked her down and made getting out of range of the creatures, both the horse and the elephant, a rather dicey adventure. By the time she was free and clear of all combatants the horse was screeching and then collapsing. Apparently it was done, one less ******** to deal with. Two down two more to go!
The busty b***h could wait, she was dangerous but she wasn't as bad as Manny so even though Strengite was loathe to attack, and get hurt again, the furry ******** it needed to be put down like the rabid beast it was. Apparently she wasn't the only one to think this as so many more decided to jump on the 'kill Dumbo' train, order and chaos alike. The angry mammoth was stomping around by the time Strengite thought she had a decent idea, let the buttbows and the others draw its attention away while she went for the family jewels. Painful for any male, with luck enough to take this walking bag of fur down.
Her plan did not go as, well, planned. She darted past Beni and wove her way around the other attackers, aiming to duck under the large belly of the beast and go for the gonads but as she wormed her way between its legs the creature's magic smacked her for a loop. Unlike before, where the false memories nearly swept her away, this time the illusions were fractured and broken. Shards of fake thoughts and memories slicing through the real ones, causing her to struggle to focus at the task at hand... going for the balls! A tree trunk like leg nearly squished her in the elephant's rampage but caused kick damage as she tried to get out of the way, her lame a** swatter going flying across the ground. Luck and quick reactions were all that kept her from becoming a Strengite shaped squish mark on the floor.
Sleet Tempest Snape
For direct mention of the diminutive General
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EVERY ONE FIGHTING THE ELEPHANT
Kaefaux rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-10)
Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2018 9:34 pm
Super Sailor Morgan 24 /30 HP . 3 DMG to Chibi Sailor Arthuradel
The gigantic youma bellowed and Morgan yelped, stumbling back from its path and slamming feet. Her head was pounding all over again, dizzy as the world around her felt... hazy?
Why was she there..? She had to get back to her routine. She had to practice. She had... why were people attacking the circus? Her home? Panic and fury rose. Where was Alex? Where was Hani? Eva, Lulu, Perrie... She'd already lost her parents. She wasn't losing what little remained of her family.
Sick and frantic, she didn't care who she went after. "Alex! Alex! Where are you? Kiddo answer me!" One youngster near the elephant--the beast trying to defend their home, their everything--caught her eye, but it... it wasn't her. It wasn't her sister.
Furious, she grabbed hold of the kid's arm, yanking sharply as she bent down the little distance to look the girl in the eyes. "Where's my sister? The ******** have you done to her?" She shook the kid, not for a moment thinking of how rough she was being towards her. Were was Alex, where was Alex, where was Alex?
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Status Effect: Morgan is too close. Everything around her feels hazy and confusing, and she starts to believe she is back in the circus. These people are taking away her home. She has to fight them, she has to stop them from destroying her home - 4 damage must be done TO Morgan from someone else to break her out of the illusions.
Eternal Sailor Metis 32 /40 HP . 0 DMG to Elephant Youma
Stumbling back from the Captain--that didn't seem to be doing all that well as other combatants focused on her as well--Metis grit her teeth and turned away from the fight. The Captain wasn't her priority. Altais was. She'd heard him cry out, anguish and pain, and her heart had broken at the sound. Ice had flooded her veins, and now she was frantic to find him.
"Altais! Answer me!" She wasn't... she wasn't able to pinpoint people without sound to help with that. Now as she searched, she could only try to scan the figures for signs of familiarity, but even that was hardly an easy feat. Her sight didn't offer much detail. She'd once been able to identify her teammates due to familiarity in their movements and silhouettes, but that required more time, practice, and study than she'd... she'd yet had with Altais.
Something to fix after this, she told herself.
He was near the massive youma. That much she figured, yelping as she got potentially too close to the massive thing. She coughed at the smoke but tried to push towards a figure that... maybe..? "Altais..?"
< Aisha Ainesworth > Skilled Combatant x Snake Charmer
