Celsus Knight of Chronos - HP: 27 - Target: Xenotime
"If being rude is a trait of the White Moon, then being a b***h must be a trait of Chaos," said Celsus, and he was too close, his lunge having brought him right up next to the general. It was easy for her to move, and her hand connected with his face, painfully hard and sending him careening sideways. He twisted and let out a snarl that was entirely unlike his normal, carefree self, the whip in his hand snapping through the air.
"That, my dear, is none of your bloody business."
The whip cracked towards her leg, and Celsus yanked.
beejoux
11 dmg
Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 3:52 pm
Mistral - HP 38/40 - Getting the hell out of dodge!
"Mistral," she answered, returning the civilian girl's smile. "No problem - now get to safety." She watched her go, holding the pipe loosely at her side, and then cringed as another gust of wind made the swings and the roller coaster sway precariously. The Negaverse sure knew how to pick a dramaticc location. They'd picked so well, in fact, that it was probably going to get all of them killed.
Anyway, she decided, wiping the rain from her eyes, the fighting seemed to have left her behind. Mistral could try to catch up, but at this point she doubted she'd be much help - she'd never been all that strong a fighter in the first place, and she had a feeling that all the big dogs were in the ring now. She'd do herself a disservice if she stayed out here in the wet and got sick. Not having a spleen did wonders for the immune system. She didn't recommend it.
She let the pipe clatter to the ground - Mistral wasn't going to need it where she was going.
(She was going home, to be clear. She was going home.)
The rain has started to fall now - it falls in sheets across the park, enormous drops spattering across the ground and accompanied by great, powerful gusts of wind that rattle the rides and shake the very foundation of the decrepit, abandoned park. The Negaverse, in spite of their best efforts, have started to lose the entire point of their presence: the civilians, which have been slowly but steadily pulled to safety, one by one. Those that are still remaining are being snagged by Order members.
Celsus has asked for everyone to get to safety as soon as possible. The impending storm is building into dangerous levels, especially in a place so close to falling apart, and staying any longer would risk severe injury should anything collapse.
As for the Negaverse - well, there's really no point in staying when all of their quarry has disappeared. It's not exactly a failure; in fact, they might just have a few new recruits on their hands when the time comes, depending on just who talked to who.
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If you are a civilian: Even if you were not OOCly rescued, you were ICly rescued by someone (you are free to speak to someone and see about handwaving it, or you may assume that Celsus was the one freed you). You were gone approximately 24 hours - 2 days, as the captures were staggered, with Tolliver being the last. Even if you were not physically attacked, you still probably sustained some light bruising from being knocked around a bit.
If you are an Order member: You assisted Celsus, for which he is eternally grateful, and you have also saved a lot of civilians from a very nasty fate (or have you?)! You are free to head off and get some much needed rest and relaxation.
If you are a Chaos agent: You receive no repercussions from this little stunt you pulled, at least not from the higher ups - especially since there was at least one new recruit out of the many, and one is still better than none, after all...
OOC: Thank you all for participating! I know it was a little rough around the edges in some places, but this was my first mini-event thing here in Moonshop, and I appreciate you all working with me to make it happen as I learned how to go about things!
You are absolutely free to continue RPing until you finish out whatever you need to! Thank you again!
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3Total: 3 (1-12)
Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 6:37 pm
General Xenotime - HP: 17 - Target: Celsus
Well, he wasn't wrong in this case. Xenotime was, well and truly, a b***h. She knew it, and the statement only made her smile all the brighter at him. A wicked, vicious curl of lips that wasn't the least bit pretty. And it widened still further at that show of fury, a moment before the snap of the whip around her ankle ripped her off her feet. She felt her head smack back against the packed earth, the air(one more time) forcibly expelled from her lungs, and it made her cough, drawing in a rough breath.
She still hadn't quite recovered from, lung still damaged from the trauma Thraen had inflicted upon her. (God, she hoped his arm still hurt. She hoped it ached. She hoped every moment was agony for him.)
The second breath was stronger. Then she laughed, inappropriate and cold. "Oh, but it is." Rolling, she pushed herself back up, dragging her feet back beneath her. "They're probably already our's. I'm going to find out who it is, and I'll make them mine."
Stalking steps forward, then a pivot of hips before her right leg came up so she could aim an arching kick at the knight's side.
Eurydike, Senshi of Salt - HP: 23 - Target: Xenotime
"Salt of the Earth!"
A raspy voice that would be all too annoyingly familiar to a certain Chronos knight bellowed, and a ring of white descended around Celsus; it would be enough, at least, to deflect the attack coming his way, at least for a few seconds. It would not damage the general, and Eurydike, standing there with his hair soaked and cape soaked and hanging limply from him, knew that going into it.
He'd also learned, very much the hard way, how poorly he ******** faired in a straight out battle against a general. At least in a straight up fight. Which was why he had to go on ahead and get creative. "Like ********' hell you will b***h, " he snarled, and it looked like someone must've stopped by the game stand, because a few seconds later and he was tossing ******** baseballs at her of all things.
Sailor Scout Attack: Salt of the Earth. Eurydike presses his hands together, then spreads them around himself in a circle, producing a ring of white. He then either lowers his hands, bringing the circle down onto himself, or lifts them, willing the circle onto a single other senshi. This protects a single senshi for thirty seconds from youma attack, and might extend hostile first level characters. However, anyone more powerful will have a much easier time breaking the circle; for instance, against a captain, it lasts about seven seconds. Against a general, even less than that. Limit once per battle as a senshi.
Ivynian
Mont Blonc tagged in for Olga chase just fyi <3 If you wanna keep that going
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 8:50 pm
Cinnabar folded around the punch, the jerk reaction lessening the blow, but only enough to prevent broken ribs. The air still rushed out of her and took her voice with it, her fangs bared in defiance. She didn’t have much left to say to him anyway… all that was left was the lust to see him bleeding and broken, the need to knock him down so hard he’d never stand up to her again.
She staggered backwards, coughing, as her hair fell in wet strands into her face. The skies had opened up, almost instantly turning the old carnival into a morass of mud. She burned to hurt him, but already she could feel agents retreating, taking their safety-in-numbers with them. She couldn’t afford to stay… and there was little reason to, beyond her blind rage at him.
He still seemed to tower in her vision, solid as marble and heavier than a statue of lead. There would be no beating him today, no matter how much she wanted to. There would be other times… she would find him and they would finish this.
“My name is Cinnabar.” She hissed through her teeth, her voice strained. Clutching her abused ribs, the General darted to the side, slogging through the mud to Moonstone’s side. I will not leave her behind as you left HER behind. As you left me on the floor of the mirror room.
A hand closed like steel around Moonstone’s arm and Cinnabar ripped them from the Carnival, leaving the mud and the rain for safety in the Citadel.
The blood on his face was making it extremely hard to focus. It felt as though half of his cheek had been torn away, his vision wavering in and out, and really it was a miracle she had not broken his glasses. Celsus dimly wondered whether she'd broken his jaw, but he could still talk, even if it hurt like hell to even think, or exist.
Tolliver. He had to find Tolliver, he couldn't keep staying here - but he had to get this general out of the way, because he knew she would not let him go unless he was dead. The whip had done its job in dragging her down to the ground, at the very least, and a bitter, hoarse laugh escaped Celsus' ******** die," he wheezed out, coughing and spitting more blood. The general's leg swung towards him, but before it could connect, there was an all-too-familiar yell, and Celsus staggered back and collapsed down to one knee, tasting copper on his tongue.
"Not bloody you," he muttered, but he couldn't quite concentrate enough to do anything about it.
beejoux
frayedflower
Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 10:04 am
[Exit] Altair, Senshi of Scalpels HP: 25/30
Altair let go of the broom handle and hastily backed away from the attacker. She then gave a nod in agreement that it was best to get out of here. And with that, she, too, made her exit.
((I had lots of fun playin in this event together, thank you all! 8 D))
Annabel 'Wolf' Mikael - Civilian - GTFOing WITH NIALL
She gave a nod to Dahlia and broke into a jog. It was time to get the hell out of dodge before the storm brought the trees down on them.
"Time to get out of here! Thanks for not killing us, Dahlia!" said Anna, glancing back at the cat lady for a moment. Her green and yellow eyes flicked to Niall two paces later. "We're gunna run now, you ready?"
Half a beat later, she took off at a run, pulling Niall behind her until he got his own pace down. At that, she dropped his hand, keeping pace to make sure he got out of the park okay.
Her brother was going to kill her...
[EXIT WITH NIALL]
Iris_virus
Noir Songbird
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5Total: 5 (1-12)
Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 5:01 pm
General Xenotime - HP: 17 Target: Eurydike
She felt her foot connect to something, but the motion the the knight didn't match the impact of the kick. It had violet brows pinching, head cocking to one side as she turned it just enough to catch the senshi out the corner of her eyes. [h]Ah, so that's it. Magic. Some spell of protection, but how strong was it? How easy was it to break?
The temptation to push against it was there, to test it, and she even leaned over the knight, grinning maliciously down at him as she lay her hands on her knees. "Make me." It came out in a vicious hiss, a challenge, but before he could act on it the woman was gone.
But not for long. She appeared again behind the Senshi. "Big talk, but do you really think you've got the grit to back it up?" A hand close don his shoulder, jerking him around to face her and burying her opposite fist into his stomach before he'd have time to do much in the way of retaliation. "I doubt it."
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 5:03 pm
Bifrost Squire of Chronos - Escaping!
There wasn't anything for her to do. She watched as Xenotime and Celsus pounded on each other, and she wanted to help so badly. Moving hurt far worse than anything, and she barely was able to push herself to her feet, let alone be useful for anything beyond more target practice. Carefully, she unwound her belt and tried to tie a sling for her arm. It was crude and rather unhelpful; while it kept her arm from swinging about, every movement sent shockwaves of pain radiating from her shoulder.
At least it wasn't swinging about.
She sighed through her clenched jaw. She felt worthless; she couldn't protect herself much less Celsus, how could she be worthy of the Bifrost now? She watched the fight continue, melancholy. She was... No. No everyone had bad days, and she'd simply over extended herself. Celsus would understand, provided he was alive.
Slowly, Bifrost stood up, gasping in pain as she moved. The senshi from earlier came to Celsus' rescue and she felt slightly better about essentially running away. She bowed to Celsus' back, promising to send him a very apologetic message later once her shoulder was back in place.
Then the squire slowly backed away and made to escape the park with the least aggravation to her shoulder as possible.
Eurydike, Senshi of Salt - HP: 18 - Target: Xenotime
She'd vanished - and for a minute, Eurydike had kind of allowed himself to hope for the best.
What a ******** shitty mistake that'd been. Barely before he could draw a breath, the senshi felt the aura of a general flare up behind him, a hand on his shoulder, and then the other struck hard at his gut. He choked out a grunt (that was about all he had the breath to do after that) and stumbled backwards a few steps, hunched over, his teeth clenched tight in pain and his own determination to not let his guard down.
(What the ******** was it with these negaverse bitches and ******** hitting him in the stomach?! Seriously!)
"You don't know jack s**t about what I've got, b***h, " he snarled out in a choked voice, swinging a fist - well, two, really. The first to try and throw her off, the second to actually try and lend a blow, aiming straight for that pretty face.
The earlier hit to his jaw and face was still ringing in Celsus' ears, and he couldn't quite seem to get back into focus. The general had managed to attack harder than he'd initially thought, and the side of his face felt as though it was on fire, rain beginning to spatter the ground around them.
He had to get up. Celsus staggered, swayed unsteadily, and wondered if he was about to throw up, his vision wavering in and out. Eurydike was throwing himself at the general, and he didn't technically want to help, but he knew he should, knew he needed to do something -
And then he saw him, across the way: a flash of all-too-familiar red hair, just beside the carousel that was creaking ominously in the powerful wind.
"Eu - " The first breath of air came out of him, and he had to stop moving, hair whipping about his face. Celsus swallowed hard, then regretted this, because most of what he'd swallowed was the blood in his mouth, which he tried to spit on the ground.
"Eurydike!" he yelled, voice a little stronger. "Fall back! We're pulling out!"
She might have been strong, but even the general had her limits when faced with multiple combatants. Especially if one of those opponents happened to be on par with her, power wise. Xenotime felt her self slowing, she felt the aching throb that spread through her body, and more acutely where Celsus had hit her. She felt lingering strain from still healing ribs.
She felt Eurydike's fists connect, driving her back as step, two, before she countered with a shove of her palm against his arm, deflecting the next, if there had been a next. "Maybe not," she panted, grinning viciously up at him as she drew a hand back, thrusting it towards his chest. "But I'm just dying to find out."
The tips of dainty finger's sank in, but the shout over her shoulder made her pause, head turning minutely to send a quick glance back at the Knight, and that was all it would take for the senshi to jerk back and run.
Eurydike wasn't exactly vain, or egotistical, or anything remotely resembling that, no matter how hard he played at cockiness. But he did allow himself a brief surge of pride when his blows connected and he felt the satisfying sting of the impact through his gloves.
It didn't last long. He grunted audibly at the shove against his arm, ready to haul back and swing again when she thrust a hand against his chest - and then, to Eurydike's unbridled and very visible horror, her fingers began to sink into his chest, sliding past skin and bone as though they were no obstacles at all.
'All Negaverse agents can reach into your chest and draw out your soul to kill you.' Thraen's words of warning rang too loud in his own ears as intense pain and something more - a feeling like wrong, it was wrong, it was ******** disturbing, it was - made him stumble backwards, choking in a gasping breath, Celsus' words and the general's briefly averted gaze dawning on him -
Neither registered the way that distant flicker of red at the corner of his vision did. His heart still pounding too hard in his own ears, enough to drown out the sound of rain beginning to strike, Eurydike didn't give himself even a second to recover. He was already moving, already running towards the carousel as fast as his legs would carry him towards everything that'd ever ******** made anything in his life worth a damn.
