Ever froze at the clap on his butt, halfway turned -- for a moment, too startled to figure out exactly what had just happened. He was fairly sure, about ninety percent, that that was Rep, except it wasn't the Rep he'd met the once, nor the Rep who seemed so nervous on Twitter. This one was all grins and swagger and it was almost uncomfortably attractive.
"...pretty, my a**." It was a poor choice of words, his tongue going of its own volition, old habits. Ever licked his lips and struggled for a smile as well, one hand going down to the runic bandage. "Plus, I think it might be a bit too late...."
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Name of character: Ever Ambrodiel Faction: Hunter HP: 5/40 Abilities: Loyal to Deus [+1 to counter every time I miss, at +5 add +5 to HP] BOSS HP REMAINING: 208 DAMAGE DONE TO: NOT ATTACKING Weapon Counter: |||
Shun strained to see, but it looked like a few horsemen had appeared. He wasn't surprised to see a few of them going to Medea's aid, but what did was that one of them raised his weapons against her. It sounded like he was commanding the others to do the same.
Interesting.
The insanity shade paid them no heed whatsoever, as it was currently lost trying to rip at the High Priestess, seeking a way home.
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Name of character: Shun Kuroda Faction: Student: Alumni HP: 20/60 BOSS HP REMAINING: 199 DAMAGE DONE TO MEDEA: 6
She dashed forward and slammed a clawed hand into Medea, circling around behind her and back near her original position. She gave a cursory glared to the squabbling idiots in the room. This nuiscense of an arrogant dung feeder would be dead already if they would just all stop attacking each other. They were bowing to each other and calling each other liege.
Load of dragon dung.
I can't exactly tell you why, put perhaps the colors on their outfits mean something as to why? And is that... WILSON WHAT ARE YOU WEARING!? She waved a claw in the air; that was so not the--- THE HELL WAS HE YELLING FOR? Ugh alright, now she understood what the issue was with her yelling at him all the time.
Mostly.
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Name of character: Bradley Evans Faction: Hunter (Death Trainee) HP: 20/40 BOSS HP REMAINING: 195 DAMAGE DONE TO: BOSS (4)
A shadow stopped him. The shadow was much smaller than he, in the form of a young girl with horns, long hair, and clawed limbs. A tail snaked its way around from the backside of the shadow. Shadows cover her and shadowy blood drips from her horns and claws. (Shadow selfed Yzalin at your service)
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 6:37 pm
He found it quite satisfying to see those he had called actually come to him, and a feeling of power swept through Mengyao. Lifting his head, he surveyed the two in front of him, a smile playing at the corners of his lips, stretching his mouth outwards in a smirk.
"Ah, good," he said lightly, and tapped the edge of his sword on Stormy's shoulder. His thoughts whizzed and buzzed like insects inside of his head, his mind a jumbled mess, a tangle of things he couldn't untie, but that was all meaningless now; he was back to being who he should have been, back to his rightful place as King.
"I would have you fight against those who oppose us, starting with the humans and the creatures," said Mengyao to Stormy, and his eyes cut towards Shaheen, his loyal guard. She was so powerful, her greying form chaotic, yet still strong, still following what she believed to be the right course.
"You do not need instruction, of course, General. You know already what is to be done, and I trust your judgement in these matters."
He would leave her to do as she pleased; Medea was a terrible nuisance, out of control at times, but the humans were worse; the humans and these creatures who believed themselves above all else; and Shaheen would know what to do with them.
Mengyao turned towards Bastion, lowering his sword from Stormy's shoulder and tapping it lightly on Bastion's.
"She has never before shown us any respect," he said. "So why should we now begin to blindly follow her? There are those worse than her, granted; she is a priestess, and she holds the right ideals at times, but her mind has been lost. In order to save her, we must first free her from this world - and if one of these creatures - " He gestured to the mass of people around them, his lip curling in disgust. " - were to be the one to kill her instead of one of us, would you not be angry, my loyal Bastion? We must do this to protect the kingdom and our people."
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Name of character:Mengyao Miao Faction: Elder Horseman of Conquest HP: 45 / 50 Abilities: Insanity (-5) + 7 Kings (+1 attack when summoning) DAMAGE DONE TO: Boss DAMAGE DONE: N/A BOSS HP REMAINING: 195
Maebe had crawled back to sit, exhausted, against Cami. Her body was freezing - twice in the ice locker of a portal world had taken its toll, leaving her a b***h-cicle. She cuddled up next to Cami's form, leeching the warmth that the girl probably needed for herself.
"Shut up." Maebe muttered, leaning over to kiss Cami's neck with cold, cold lips. "You need to rest until someone can heal you."
But as it turned out, they didn't have much time to wait. Harrison, looking far more awesome than he usually did, was already on the job. Maebe remembered a time when he'd offered to show her a thing or two, and she'd accepted.. only to never show up. It required effort - effort she never felt it was worth giving.
And yet here he was, an almost stranger, saving Cami's life when all she could do was make it worse.
Maebe stared at him as he worked, possibly a little starry eyed. When he was done, before he could leave to work his healing magic on some other messed up fool, Maebe said one word with actual genuine honesty.
Charon's staff form still steaming in his mind, Uttam rushed into battle without a second thought, pent up anger boiling and causing rage he didn't experience often; not even Wonderland and its antics had brought this much anger. Death's servant had fallen, but the mission was still clear: halt Medea and her minions.
He was smart enough to know that if the leader was taken down, the ants would fall as well. One end of his meteor hammer was sent sailing towards the Priestess, howling as it went along. The wielder scanned the battlefield, trying to find any sign of Penumbra. Nothing, from what he could make of the chaotic scene.
He did note another Horseman attacking Medea, however. Well... it resembled a Horseman. The gold armoring seemed to be far more than what they usually had, but perhaps somepony was rich enough to have a suit of golden armor.
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Name of character: Uttam Faction: Horseman HP: 35/40 BOSS HP REMAINING: 187 DAMAGE DONE TO MEDEA: 8
He deflected another attack at Wilson, The shove earned instead of an actual shove, but Dakota's grip on the mans wrist, pulling him into his arms.
"Stop doing careless s**t." Dakota brought the fire sword up, as something raced inside him. Fire, Heat, Fire heat. It spread out, engulfing the white king in the same burn as Dakota gave him a wild grin, his eyes lighting.
"You've got a barrier for a bit, don't know how long the effect last but try to keep the damage minimal Wilson." He leaned down, brushing his lips against Wilson's ear. "This is my shield for you."
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Name of character: Dakota Faction: Hunter - Moon HP: 55/60 DEFENDING WILSON: CHARGE: 3/3 USING BARRIER COUNTER:
She bowed a third time once Bastion had scrambled to them, greeting him with a polite, "Sir Bastion, welcome back." They didn't interact very much, but she was nothing if not completely courteous; some civility had to be found even on the battlefield.
The same could not be said to their enemies once she was given orders. Defend the kingdom. In the past she had been nothing but a burden, but today Stormy felt strong. This land was not theirs, but it soon would be. "As you command," she said as she straightened. It was not her place to feel a moral quandry--on the inside, under the layers of gold and brown that made her part of the court, she was still just a servant girl. Doubting the emperor's word was out of the question.
Battle was not in her blood, but she felt a strange thrill as she summoned her weapon and marched out. Some of them were weak already, barely able to be tended to as reinforcements arrived. She would have to move quickly.
With a stoic expression she lashed out at one on the ground.
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Name of character: Stormy Ortega Description: Tanned girl with gold Imperial China-style clothes, hair up in an elaborate style w/gold hair pin HP: 55/65 Target: Maebe Damage: 5 Bonus Effects: 0/5 Loyal to Deux Ex Loyal to Gold King (+1 attack), Locked Memories (+5 HP)
Medea, never shown us respect? This was where Bastion could not grasp the same understanding as his king. Bastion was not in a position to deserve, or ever expect respect. It was he who'd always given his respect to those he served, those above him, those who took care of him and gave him purpose. He never asked for respect from Medea. He asked for her to allow him the privilege of serving her.
And now, he was supposed to throw his ideals away, because the other horseman he respected in such a way was telling him to. There was no way to choose one, without disrespecting the other.
Was there?
He flourished an overexaggerated bow at Stormy, bobbing his head like a bird until she ran off to join the battle. He wished it could be so easy for him!
"I have always blindly followed, my liege," Bastion murmured respectfully to Meng, quietly leaving out the fact that he was blindly following him now. "But if her mind is lost, I would rather kill those who threaten her, in the hopes that she will return to us. There is always a chance.. we must.. we must have hope. Mustn't we?"
Bastion was not in the business of giving up on people so fast. (Mjoll could attest to this, if she cared enough to realize it.)
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Name of character: Bastion Faction: Horseman of Death HP: 40/40 (if healed from other thread, otherwise 1/40)
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Loyal to Medea: On your head rests a black crown, adorned with red jewels. The black crown has a THORN motive - Every time you MISS add +1 to your counter. When it hits +5, add that damage to your next attack roll. It cannot be stacked with any other ability. COUNT: 1/5
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Infected with Insanity: Your appearance shifts and you are all grey-black, eyes yellow or blue. A thick smoke shifts from you and it seems you are losing your appearance around the edges. The voices speak of home and you can't help but indulge, easily losing your sense of self. You attack arbitrarily. - Your damage modifier is now -5 instead of -6 all battle.
Stormy was doing well on her own, and Mengyao was pleased to see the lack of hesitation on her part. He turned back to Bastion with a determined expression on his graying face, the spindles of Insanity creeping over his cheeks and surrounding his bright golden eyes.
"True," he said lightly. "You have a point, my faithful servant; but at some point there is a time where we must gauge between what is lost forever and what can still be brought back. Medea has pushed the boundaries of this; I believed she has overstepped into the realm of the lost, and we must hope for the best, but we must also not let ourselves be blinded by emotions and face reality."
"The difficulty does not lie in standing idly by," said Mengyao. "but in doing what is right for the people as a whole. We must free Medea from the chaos that has overtaken her, and the idea that you will not assist is truly saddening, Bastion. If you truly wish it, however, you may kill those who oppose us, those such as these humans - "
His sword twisted, spinning out towards the nearest human, a look of savage pleasure on Mengyao's face.
"These humans that think they are better than us can grovel at our feet and beg for their useless lives."
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Name of character:Mengyao Miao Faction: Elder Horseman of Conquest HP: 45 / 50 Abilities: Insanity (-5) + 7 Kings (+1 attack when summoning) DAMAGE DONE TO: Ever DAMAGE DONE: 8 (-5 modifer +1 attack) BOSS HP REMAINING: 187
Lex thought he saw Stormy amongst the crowd that was fighting Medea and a few of the... Hunters?! He gave Medea a distracted shot, whirling on the young woman.
"Stormy! The hell do you think you're doing?! Friendly fire is NOT the way to cope with things!"
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Name of character: Lex Faction: Hunter HP: 10/50 BOSS HP REMAINING: 186 DAMAGE DONE TO MEDEA: 1
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If she'd had more energy the redhead might have laughed, betraying everything that she'd become, and was absolutely alright with it. As it was all she could think was that Maebe was freezing cold and lifted an arm to drape it over the woman who'd saved her life. Eventually there was going to be a time and place to talk about it that Maebe would absolutely hate but it was a thing that needed to be discussed. For now there was just a pathetic squeeze as another Moon came over to kneel.
He said something cryptic about Hawks, Silver which she assumed might be herself, and felt something sticking to her arm. Almost immediately she began to feel better. Less nearly dead to be sure, less bleeding out from the gaping wound in her back that was covered by a deliberately-weakend Fear shield (which she would never do again). Chiming in alongside one of her sweetheart blondes, Cami smiled. "Thanks indeed." Then, bending down to murmur to Maebe. "Who is that?"
If ever there was proof that thinking like Cami was the way to go it was now painfully clear. Leaning in so that only Maebe could hear her, the redhead's voice was quiet. "And thank you too. You can stay near me if you want. I'm warm and fuzzy enough for both of us." Which was her way of saying, as neutrally as possible, that Maebe made her all warm and fuzzy inside. The emotion was commonly known as 'love' but that was a four-letter word none of them were comfortable with. So it stayed quiet, unspoken, but a shield around the Sun's heart had dropped for the blonde.
There was no going back.
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Name of character: Cami Ryland Faction: Hunter HP: 11/30 (+8 by Harrison) Charge: 2/4
Chaos reigned on the battlefield as more had arrived to join the fray. The whirl mass of black and crimson made it difficult for the frost demon to discern what was going on, only that there were those attacking the priestess, hunters, and horsemen alike.
A vision began to reveal itself to her - a charred and parched land spread across the world they lived in. Halloween was nothing but a ruin.
Humans were enslaved, not just the hunters. She could see and feel the intense fear in their eyes, though some had lost all hope and wandered about as soulless vessels, committed to doing the priestess' bidding.
Upon the throne the maddened goddess sat, presiding over the world according to her will. Horsemen served her unquestioningly, some of higher status than others for their loyalty to the priestess.
It was a terrible fate for all sides. The frost demon realised now that Medea must be stopped.
No amount of shouting or banging against the glass of the mirror could get the attention of her insanity driven shadow. But it was as though the creature shared her feelings too, as it let out a deafening roar and caused the air around it to swirl ominously. A deadly cry erupted from the shadow's throat as small storm of ice was sent at the priestess. The shadow in all her madness, was still driven by the need to protect.
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Name of character: Edel Faction: Y3 Student HP: 35 /50 BOSS HP REMAINING: 169 DAMAGE DONE TO MEDEA: 17 (Y2 BC) Protection - Insanity -5 Modifier
It was pure chaos, something most of the blue kingdom had avoided during the struggle. While everyone else went to fight a war Blue had huddled up in their tower having their own internal issues. Lots of feelings, a lot of good feelings and bonding time. Also a fair bit of drinking.
Okay it was a lot of drinking but what else could you do after watching poor Jerry pull a perfect swan dive out of the top story before he got up and walked back in just as alive as you where after a bullet you the skull?
Keeping close to the King and Queen she pouted, someone in R&D was spoiling them again.
"Rep, who do I have to shake down for a toy like that? Did Tracey pull strings for you to get that axe? And where's B0nze? Shouldn't he be helping or is he off breaking some computer that's running this crazy show?"
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HP: 45/55 Locked Memories Buff +5hp Blue Kingdom Summon Buff +1 dmg DMG @ Medea: 7 BOSS HP: 162
