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 Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 7:31 pm
Squire SumnerHP: -28/75 (KO'ed, what the heck peeps) Action: Unconscious, probably a lot of internal bleeding and maybe some broken bones. MEDIC?! Damage N/A Location: D6 It hit him all at once and perhaps the amount of pain was a blessing. He fell unconscious to the ground before he even realized that he was falling. Another Order down in B6, the bodies were starting to pile up. They really needed more healers on their side.
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SSBrosB rolled 1 100-sided dice:
92
Total: 92 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 7:34 pm
this... this was not right
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SSBrosB rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 7:38 pm
Knight Alphubel HP: 64/100 Action: "Attacking" Kamacite with magic (it's a debuff) Damage 10 + 7 + 3 + 5(debuff) = 25 (if I'm correct?) Location: B6 One of the Agents had noticed him. A Senshi it seemed and before he realized it the other was letting off his magical attack. It was blinding and it would take a minute or two for him to be able to fully see. And it felt like he was on fire, though he was sure that he wasn't along with nausea and feeling as though he had been burned. D*** Senshi had a good attack, he would have to give him that! But he could take the burns, even if they hurt and he wanted to yell out. He had a Wonder surrounded by snow to go back to, if he got out of here alive. But he wouldn't be leaving without making sure that ALL of the generators were gone. Without being able to see where the generator was now and with the feeling of pain, there was only one thing he could do. He slammed his staff into the ground to stabilize it and concentrated on pouring magic into it. "Rather distract you than have you attack others." He muttered to himself. Quote: He channels light to show from the staff that makes enemies confused on who they should attack/cannot tell who their allies or enemies are for up to 50 seconds by the light emanating from it (aka they won't be able to tell if he's an ally or enemy if it's one on one). The effect of the magic goes to a maximum of 12 feet around the user.
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SSBrosB rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 7:46 pm
Eternal Caliban
HP: 85/100
Action: Moving to D6 to attack the generator
Damage 7 + 7 + 3 = 17
Location: D6
There were enough at the middle now, to the point where people were even going off to go and attack Lyndin, however effective that may be. He didn't care to look. What he could see from moving out of the way and to the South were the many, many Agents around another generator. Any Order who went there would go down for sure.
So he would.
ALL of the generators had to be taken down. They couldn't allow even one to stay up. He ran towards it, ignoring the Agents who were there currently and slammed his fist into the machine using his magic once again. He may not make it out of this one, but he wouldn't be Corrupted without a fight!
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 7:56 pm
Eternal IdaHP: 0 Action: trying to hold on Damage - Location: F6 Poor, sweet Illyria. So loyal… putting herself in such danger, when everything about her was so much more powerful. As much as Ida was afraid for herself, she was more afraid for the people she had promised she would protect.
Pushing herself up, every muscle screaming, she dragged herself closer to the ruin of the generator and the still body of the guardian there. If they could just hold on… if the others kept ignoring them as not a threat… She prayed fervently the others could do something to save all of them.
“We’ll get out of this…” She said softly to Illyria. “Just… stay close.”
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SSBrosB rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 7:58 pm
Eternal Larissa
HP: 100/100
Action: Moving from D4 to D6 and attacking the console
Damage 3 + 7 = 10
Location: D6
Larissa couldn't help but notice all of the Agents near the generator to the South. It was a ways from the generator that Alphubel was currently attacking and while she wanted to go and help him, considering the number of Agents that were around that generator...
It was a tough decision, but with him being a Knight and her being an Eternal, they had to be prepared for these sorts of sacrifices. And so she ran up to the generator and grabbed something she could fling at it from the ground and threw it as hard as she could. Perhaps if they were attacking her, others who could still use their magic would be able to do more!
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 8:11 pm
Knight TanaisHP: 100 -9 -2 -11 = 78 Action: Shielding herself Damage - +3(faction) +7(rank) Location: F2
Tanais grinned wolfishly as the general responded. She slammed her fists together as he swung at her and flames erupted from her form, licking up her limbs and flowing into her hair. They danced in a form like a suit of armor, a snarling lion’s head superimposed over her own grinning one. The slice hit her hard… but not as hard as it might have. The flames licked and bit at the weapon, dragging at it and protecting her as she danced away from him, her fists held up.
Scales blossomed across her uncovered skin and horns sprouted from her forehead, arching back into her streaked hair. She seemed unaware of it, though the nausea of the corruption at at her, making her spit as she dodged the general. Another officer came at her from behind, but the kick he sent at her… hardly seemed to connect, his boot engulfed in spectral flames before it passed through and away. Tanais laughed again as she turned to keep both in her sight.
“Ah, a little boy has come to play with his big brother? Are you afraid to fight me alone?” She called to the general. She’d been about to say more when something hit her from behind, sending more flames of a different sort spinning up around her. Tanais growled as she threw her arms up in front of her face, feeling the heat blast her through her protection.
“Another? How pathetic! You children should be in bed, don’t you think? Not trying to play with the big cats.” She threw herself forward, feinting at the general again.
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 5 10-sided dice:
8, 3, 7, 5, 1
Total: 24 (5-50)
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 9:02 pm
Eternal Alphard of Night HP: 100 Action: Attacking Generator Damage 8+ 7 + 4 = 19Location: D4 to D6 Well. They certainly had things not under control. Watching as the main console seemed to enter crisis critical failure mode, Alphard figured it was time to move onto greener pastures, namely, to another target. Flexing his hand as the light sucking shadows receded, he pushed himself through the crowed, a bit glad he was not hindered by his shadow cloak. When he did reach the generator, he once more summoned the shadows that stole light, and shoved their burning power into the machine that kept making him think how maybe, he should look more like his sphere than not. Basic Polydeuces of Glaciers HP: 32 Action: Attacking Generator Damage 3+ 3 +2=8Location: D4 to D6 Getting knocked around only made Poly yelp, eyes wide as the woman looked... well she looked the type to kick his a** and make him regret living or send him into un-living. Overall? He was not about to stick around and find out. Running away, he knew, logically, he should defend himself, but can't defend yourself if the big alien thing was busy pumping up power to fuel the enemy. Sucking in his breath, Polyduces cast his magic, hoping he maybe, was helping. If just a little bit. Page Loki of Jupiter HP: 50 Action: Attacking Generator Damage 7 + 3 +1=11Location: D4 to D6 To say Loki was tired was an understatement. Not only did god curse him to a cosmic irony, but now he'd die and people would find his corpse and think he was a discount cosplay. GOD. Maybe if he was lucky they'd put his body in a nice suit. Or he could maybe just give in and corrupt and not die? That'd be cool too. Until someone else made that decision for him, he'd fight. If just so he'd not end up on the cover of the local paper as 'local cosplayer dies in badly made costume and with the wrong prop'. Basic Utopia of Stories HP: 50 Action: Attacking Generator Damage 5+3+2=10Location: D4 to D6 Scowling at how things were going, Utopia made her way south when it looked like things couldn't get much better or worse with the main device. Her magic was new to her, fresh, and she may barely know how to use it but damn it, she'd try her best! It was that or die trying and you can bet she'd live up to that saying one way or another. Squire Paris of Saturn HP: 75 Action: Attacking Generator Damage 1+5+2=8Location: D4 to D6 Timid, afraid, Paris was in a panic. Stella told him that so long as he never fought the negaverse, he'd have nothing to fear. That they were not so cruel. But this was... this was brutal. It was cruel in a way he'd never seen, never known. Surely, Stella hadn't known either. That this was what they did? Surely, this was all a mistake, a misunderstanding. Scrambling, following the throng, Paris only followed the example of others, trying to fight his want to curl up and hide and wait for it all to end.
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iStoleYurVamps
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nyamomask rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 9:32 pm
Sailor EriphylaHP: 50/50 Action: using a cracked bone on anser, and then attacking the generator Damage: 4+3+2= 9 Location: F5 to D6 Once again, Eriphyla wandered over to another generator, casting her magic on it. Along the way, she took a bone out of her subspace pocket, that she had found on her world, not really knowing how or why it had ended up near her past self's atelier, but either way had forgotten about until now. "Oh dear, you look like you could use some help," she told the downed senshi she passed ( Anser), as she snapped the bone in half and snapped it near the senshi of geese. Such a weird looking thing wasn't of any interest of hers to keep, after all.
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Sleet Tempest Snape rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 10:35 pm
Name: Super Sailor Nephthys HP: 58/75 Action: Punching someone in the face - they deserve it. Damage: 4 + 5 = 9 Location: D6 As the chaos pumped out of the main generator and filled the area Nephthys could feel the pull, and the tug, at her starseed. It was trying to consume her and filled her up with darkness. It was a hard thing to avoid, but she did try at first. It was hard though - so very hard. As it continued, and got stronger, she felt it start to take over and turned her blue eyes out to those fighting, a smile coming to form on her pretty face.
Unnoticed to her was the uniform she wore shifting colors. Red turned darker and white bled to black slowly. The change was happening, but would it last? Could she fight it? She tried even as smelly, and dead looking, animals flew at her. Swatting at them even as they clawed and nipped at her, leaving marks on her fair skin, the senshi of vampires stomped her way towards the corrupt senshi. Reaching out to grab him "You think that's cute, do you?" Never much of a fighter it was a shock, to any who kenw her, when she formed a fist and aimed to punch him in the face.
"You might have little dead pets...but I'm a vampire. I can't die and your little pets are nothing." Maybe, just maybe, that was something from the past..a very ancient past. That senshi from her home world had dealt with death and blood and such. She couldn't tell yo uthat, at least not right now. Right now she wanted to ground someones face into the ground and hurt someone. She was feeling vicious and that was not normal for her...but she was goign with it.
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Aurelius0815 rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 10:45 pm
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal Sailor Tachibana, Chibi Senshi of Chrysanthemums HP: 50 - 15 (Bloodstone damage) = 35 HP Action: Moving to F6 and attacking Bloodstone with her magic Damage 7 + 3 (1st Rank Bonus) + 2 (Basic Magic 1st Use, 2nd Use, 3rd Use) = 12 Location: F6 to D6 Tachibana was lost in the chaotic shuffle of battle but she saw when Ida went down. She rushed to her side. "Ida-Nee! Are you gonna be okay?" The woman was clearly hurt but sadly there wasn't much she could do about it, she had no healing magic or items that could help the older senshi. All she could do was try to keep fighting as best as she could at this point.
"Don't worry I'll keep fighting the generators are almost gone." She tried reassure the woman. "Just rest." She took off for the remaining generator and aimed her magic at it. "Tachibana Thousand Petal Vortext." She called down the torrent of golden petals towards the machine.Sailor Scout Attack: Tachibana Thousand Petal Vortex Tachibana holds her hand out and calls out the name of her attack as a vortex of golden petals fly towards her opponent. They don't do any damage but they can obscure her opponents vision and distract them. Uses: 3 Duration: 15 seconds Reach: 5 feet
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Sleet Tempest Snape rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 10:53 pm
Name: Super Corrupt Miyamoto HP: 62/75 Action: Attacking back. Damage: 4 + 5 + 2 = 11 Location: B2 Who the hell did this knight think he was? Hit hard, slammed really, with an ore the super senshi had landed on the ground sprawled out. That..was...not...nice. The ground around him was covered in frost, as a mist of cold air hung about him on the ground. The corrupt senshi pushed himself up onto his feet, the mist hanging about ankle height, as he growled at the knight.
"I'll make sure you bleed." He was not one to play nice with senshi or knights. He didn't like either of them and he had a damn good reason for it, he'd gladly stab one in the back if he could. Sadly he didn't get a nice weapon like the officers got. He had magic though.
But that wasn't what he wanted to use...even though he knew it was more useful. He would rather just punch that knight in the face. Spitting out some blood he shook his head, eyes narrowed to near slits, the asian male took a step towards the kngiht of Saturn. "Sweeping Loneliness." Once he had the knight under his sway he'd grab that ore and smash him in the head with it. It wasn't that hard, not really.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 10:54 pm
Amsvartnir, Squire of CosmosHP: 50 Action: crying Damage: n/a Location: F2 -> D4 Amsvartnir didn't know what to think, in those moments between the hug and Albite speaking. He stopped channeling his magic as soon as Albite had turned around, looking at him in disbelief, almost heartbroken, and Amsvartnir regretted his actions, especially as Albite let everyone run off. It wasn't necessary, and he felt guilt clawing its way up his throat as he gently leaned into the hug, hugging back, and then— Those words were spoken. He felt as if Albite had punched him in the gut, but that hadn't happened, because Albite hadn't attacked back at all. He'd threatened, but he hadn't done anything. G-d, he wanted to puke. "I'm sorry," he whispered brokenly as Albite ran off. He slumped to the ground when he was let go, cane clattering to the ground beside him. He was so ******** up. The guilt stirred, feeling more and more oppressive as it sat heavy on the back of his tongue, until he did puke. At least he felt a bit better physically once it was over. He looked over himself, noticing with dawning horror that his outfit was almost completely black. No. No no no. Panic surged, then, and he felt the Chaos knocking at the proverbial door on his starseed. He closed his eyes, ignoring the fresh wave of tears, and concentrated. He wouldn't let it all be for nothing. He wouldn't go back. Slowly, it began to recede. It wasn't perfect, but given the energy in the air... At least he wasn't in imminent danger of losing himself. He was Amsvartnir now. And he would never be Thorite again. No matter what Albite thought. His heart wrenched. If only he hadn't attacked. It was stupid, but... maybe they still could've had something. But they wouldn't, and it was his fault. Swallowing heavily, he stood, using his cane to balance himself on shaky legs, and laughed derisively at himself. At least his stupid weapon was a cane. "I'm sorry," he whispered again, despite Albite being long gone now. Taking a deep breath, he surveyed the battlefield. Okay. Now what? The generators.The central machine looked like utter s**t, but the generators must have been helping it cling to life. Okay. He cursed that he couldn't run faster as he made his way to the machine, sights set on the generator just beyond it. Shiningamisgirl look at him. you took a perfectly good squire and gave him depression!
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 11:01 pm
 The Generator at D6 has been destroyed.At first, it crackled. It sparked. The light dimmed. The light flared. The generator shot a great bright laser into the sky and then exploded, sending shrapnel, debris, and a pulse of sickening energy washing across the area. General Sylvite and General Rakovanite lose 100 HP and no longer have any special bonuses from the generator. They are free to move around the field--or take their revenge.
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genovianprince rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 11:23 pm
Cadet FangnylHP: 20 Action: crying, attacking D6 generator Damage: 7 + 3 = 10 Location: D4 -> B6 -> D2 The disapproving look clawed at his emotions and he closed his eyes for a moment. I'm sorry, Commodore. He saw the beauty of Earth, how things could be good, even among the bad—he had heard about something called a Phoenix, an ancient avian who lived forever, rising from the ashes after its old body broke—good can arise from bad, always will, so many human stories perpetuate that idea, and everything just seems bright and hopeful despite it all, and that's what made humanity beautiful despite everything. He can't just believe they will be all bad. That's not what life is about, here, that's not all that it is, here. Maybe he's been "corrupted" to love Earth the way he does, but it's diverse and beautiful and of course he wanted Valenia back, wanted Valencya to survive long enough for that to happen! But this didn't feel right. You understand. You have to make hard choices, Fangnyl thought, but didn't say. Now he was making his. I'm sorry.He wanted to go home. He wanted to stay and help Order fight. He wanted to crawl into a soft bed with Aliez and sleep in each other's arms. Suddenly, there was only one generator left. Maybe he could do it all. He sprinted to the last generator, filled with determination. There was time. He could do this. He ducked between all the skirmishes happening around the generator and slashed his dagger across the generator, the metal making a loud screech. It was almost down, he was sure of it—hopefully everyone would focus on it soon. The White Moon was so close to stopping this assault, preventing more of their people from being shoved into darkness. With his damage to it done, he turned and sprinted back to Lyndin. He was almost free of the battlefield, and he was going to miss his chance to go home. A large part of him still wanted to stay on Earth. With Caer Sidi, and the cat he'd met last night, and the squirrels. He wanted it so badly it hurt. But more than that, he wanted to go home, to stay with Aliez. He just prayed Earth would be okay. That they could come back, someday. He didn't want this to be some permanent either/or choice. If it turned out that way, he would regret leaving Earth forever.He skidded to a stop next to Aliez, kneeling beside his prone body. He had no idea what had happened here, but he shook him desperately. " Aliez, wake up," he shouted, terrified. No, please, no.If Aliez was gone, he wouldn't go home, Fangnyl realized. Home was where Aliez was. What a heart-stopping thought.
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