He'd almost been expecting more banter out of Cinnabar, but whatever intelligence there normally was behind those reptilian eyes seemed to be gone, which might later make him wonder if she was going the way he'd feared since she became a half monster in the first place. Mostly however, he was concerned with her impact, which made him drop Leucite and stagger, partially from the bleeding wound Leucite had already left in his thigh earlier.
But if she was going to act like a feral, he'd treat her like one, and he lashed out with an roar even while he struggled to keep his footing.
DMG 13+ 15) + roll HP: 93 of 250 Def: 5 : Effects: Aspect of mars: 1+ attack for every 10 hp lost.
It was so tempting to say 'over my dead body' but considering that was a possibility he kept his mouth shut. Not that he really had a chance to come up with a comeback since the lieutenant, now mentally known as Space Cadet or SC for short, came at him quickly. Swinging a backscratcher? Seriously who thought up these weapons? Not that Tortuga really had room to talk since his weapon was a measly whistle that even now was around his neck. At least SC had something that could do some damage as he promptly proved by driving the page's side.
"s**t." The curse was a good vent for the pain he was feeling. He was already sore as s**t from the dragon lady and now this? Who knew a little backscratcher would hurt that much. At least it put the nega up close and personal where it would be much harder to miss the punch Tortuga directed at SC's gut.
Tortuga certainly wasn't the only one wondering what was going on with the ridiculous weapons that the Negaverse Lieutenants were stuck with upon their recruitment until Metallia deemed them fit to be promoted to a Captain. Tremolite had already went through the entire thought process himself, been there and done that. He kinda lucked out with his back scratcher though. It sufficed as a weapon for now till he got his hands on something better and amazingly never snapped despite the amount of rough handling that it was subjected to so far.
The punch that he took from Tortuga to the gut hurt alright. But instead of cursing his luck or the Page that was the source of the pain, he used that anger to jab the back scratcher directly into the Page's stomach, intent on causing him more pain for daring to fight back.
HP: 121/130 Attack: 6 Defence: 2 Star seed: 1/1
Fiction1119
Ok... I derped on the math for the previous round since I forgot to subtract Tortuga's defense so this round will be 11-4 = 7 damage to Tortuga! Sorry about that! sweatdrop
hanging gallow
Quoting you as usual 3nodding
Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 8:11 pm
Schörl, General
The Mirror Senshi still saw fit to speak, thinking that there was a place in their voice for negotiations as a member of Chaos that had no authority over others and nothing to offer. Thinking, somehow, that the General needed to make explicit demands in red crayon, still. As though the desire hadn't already been explicitly stated. "I'll not repeat myself."
The Page of Cosmos made her offer in overtures, her understanding of equivalency disappointingly stunted. Another voice, Knight of Cosmos, called out as well, while the General crossed the streets. Cravat pin released and broken between teeth. Hvergelmir's run down of Scholomance's qualities so complimentary. "How different the estimations in the Worth of the Shattered. "
The guarded door and likely bulwark lay there, where the Interesting Eternal stood as well, trying to guard a place with windows. Kairatos appeared with General Leucite, of all foolishness, having let himself be taken captive. Thankfully Cinnabar took care of that trouble, engaging and getting the body dropped. "Cease just to talk? The time for that is passed. Your senshi saw to that with no bow to your intent."
Cinnabar was beyond calling down just for the potential to talk, and no guarantees of anything worthwhile to come of it. There were other officers as well. "If you want to make an offer, you must make it as blood flows. "
Moonstone teleported into a clear-ish space in the middle of the Knight-and-Senshi infestation just in time to hear Schörl cutting down basically everyone around her with sharp tongue and sharper words; perfect, she could get started helping take out the trash.
A likely creature was near, some Earth Knight or other, who's energy level seemed on par with Moonstone's own aura. Unfortunately, the spot she'd chosen for her teleportation wasn't quite as clear as she might have hoped and she ended up stepping on an intact glass bottle that sent her skidding without grace, forcing the Captain to use her totem bat to help stay upright and leaving her target entirely unscathed.
It was a relief that Cinnabar didn't turn that rage on her, but instead on the man who dropped his General. More Negaverse agents were coming in, and time was growing slim. How long could the medic keep Isaiah alive, separated from his starseed?
Youma dug their grip into her again, and Scylla could feel her blood running slick down her skin. The General rejected the offer of trade, rejected the knight's estimation of what Scholomance was worth. Pacifism rejected. Bartering over, it seemed. Would she stunt their attempt to get the starseed back again with her light?
Would these youma ever get off of her, so she could try and place herself into combat that was of greater import? The magic hummed under her skin, still fresh and hungry, but she pushed it down. It was not her usual style. Scylla didn't fight with her fists. But now wasn't the moment to let anyone know she still had any juice. The moment would come, and she'd clobber them.
HP: 130/200 Atk: 15 + roll to a youma. - dusted Def: 5 Effects: None
If she said she wasn't going to repeat herself, that probably meant she was referring to the fact that she wasn't going to take anything less than a knight for a knight. Which meant that no, Ptolemy was of no interest to her whatsoever. In one aspect, he was glad of this, because that meant he had no reason to surrender anything. In another, he was frustrated how little that meant he could do for Scholomance.
Since he didn't understand the Negaverse, he still couldn't really grasp what the generals or any of the others got out of all this. A Knight under their thumb made sense, and if they wanted to make an example of him for going against them, he could get that. But then why would they even consider bartering if they were after vengence? Was it to make Scholomance feel guilty? But from what Ptolemy understood, the things they'd already made him do may have very well numbed him to guilt by that point. Why make a trade, then?
And equally, for that matter? If they were truly 'evil', wouldn't they demand as many starseeds or corruptions or servants whatever else in as high a quantity as they could get, regardless of their rank? Why just one knight in exchange? Or did they feel that would be asking a price higher than others were willing to pay? There were so many questions that swarmed him, threatening to devour him as if the youma was a manifestation of them all combined. It still took all he had just to hold his own against it, distracted as he was trying to reason what to do. He couldn't fight. His magic was next to pointless, here. What use was he?
The Cosmos Knight's words to Schörl just managed to reach him. He could only hope she knew what she was doing and didn't decide anything rash. It would have been too arrogant to say this battle was out of his hands because that would have suggested he'd had it in hand at some point in time. In reality, he was hardly another pawn on the board. This game was meant for the more powerful and experienced to decide. What had he thought he could have done by coming here? Be cannon fodder?
But even that was an important role, though, he reminded himself. If he wasn't there, fighting off the Negaverse monster trying to take a chunk out of him, someone else might have been fighting for their life in his place. At least he could endure the struggle and bear the suffering someone else might have bore otherwise, and he could bear it with a grin. Besides, it was still nothing compared to what others all around him had been through; especially Scholomance.
Whimsical Blue rolled 2 20-sided dice:
6, 13Total: 19 (2-40)
Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 10:28 pm
General Cinnabar
Black bled from the scyllera of Cinnabar’s eyes to stain the veins under her skin in faint, dark spiderwebs. The new pattern of scales further reduced the parts of her that were still human and the way she snarled… she might as well have been a youma herself. There was no art to how she attacked the object of her rage, no sign of the skills she usually wielded, and definitely nothing to say to him, where before she had teased and taunted.
For all the power packed into her twisted form, the hits she had already taken were obviously wearing on her, because she panted with mouth open, her own blood coating her limbs. It was even darker now, barely red at all.
The feral general took the blow with a stuttering growl, flung to the side to twist and land more or less still on her feet. That black blood ran from the corner of her mouth as she gathered herself, and then she was on Kairatos again, both hands this time raking with her claws, and when she connected, it was her fangs that snapped at him as well.
Youma Absorption - Cinnabar activates her ability by biting into a full youma. This causes them to dissolve into a black, oily cloud that she then swallows. While absorbed, the youma gives her a physical boost, upping her strength, speed and defense. After ten minutes, her body rejects the youma and its regurgitated; slightly drained, but undamaged. This ability comes with a ten minute cool down. While her body is recovering, any attempt to eat another youma will result in getting violently ill as her body rejects the absorption.
RNG: 10/60
One more youma down, two still pickin’ on Scylla for 20 damage! They will disappear at the end of this round.
Whilst Reinerite recognised the red-haired woman (Hy-Brasil) from earlier given that she had successfully managed to bonk the woman with her snow globe earlier, the other woman still appeared to appear from no where.
She tried to put her hands up in an attempt to try to ward off the punch, but the blow - whilst it stung - wasn't as bad as it could have been.
It did leave her open to the red-haired man's (Tortuga) counter punch, which stung just that bit more than the one from the red-haired woman.
She stumbled back a little, even as the blond-haired Lieutenant (Tremolite) that she had nodded to moved in to swing out with his weapon, with the cursing that had come from that direction sounding like someone had at least been a bit successful.
Reinerite, was hoping that it was the Lieutenant - for obvious reasons.
Then a Captain (Moonstone) appeared and went after the red-haired woman, leaving Reinerite free to - hopefully - try to swing out at the red-haired man without any more retaliation in that direction because she wasn't sure she could handle a fight on two fronts.
She was however, not above forcing the red-haired man into one - although the angle was awkward - which meant that the punch didn't have as much force as she would have liked behind it...
Kairatos shouted as Cinnabar's claws raked through his skin, her teeth snapping for purchase where she might find it, but there was more fury and triumph to it than pain, as though reveling that this. THIS was a good fight, before slamming into the rampaging half youma with a shattering blow that made some of the strikes he'd landed on Leucite look like gentle caresses.
He was clearly bleeding, he should be struggling, but he somehow, furious and hurt, found his way to stand over Leucite's body still, knuckles dripping.
Smug little tactician, trying to pretend the board wasn't falling apart around her.... He'd damn well take your other knight too if he could help it. Let her bargain for the general and her monsters. He'd told one person with her ego a long time ago exactly what he thought of their smug ego stroking, he'd do it again. Piece. by Piece. By PIECE.
DMG 13+ 19) + 18 -15 = 35 damage HP: 93 of 250 Def: 5 : Effects: Aspect of mars: 1+ attack for every 10 hp lost.
Whimsical Blue
I did promise John McClane, and there will e John McClane, but I thought I'd let you get in a reaction.
Hvergelmir, stationary where she was, observed the rising action with concern, watching events unfold and hoping Schörl would agree to halt hostilities and let diplomacy dominate. She was disappointed in that hope -- but watched as Kairatos, in one ferocious and unnervingly neat clip, seemed to do Cinnabar in.
Perhaps now Schörl would see sense and rethink her tactics. Perhaps she'd have the wisdom to cut her losses and take what bargain was left, rather than forge onward down an increasingly disastrous path as Alkaid had mistakenly done with Ida -- and ended with nothing at all.
But first was the issue at hand: the corrupted senshi standing right in front of her, looking agitated about the course of the battle and all too likely to make the wrong choice and try to attack one of the people trying to de-escalate it.
She turned her golden gaze to Chrysocolla directly. "Two of your Generals are fallen," she said, her voice urgent. "Get at least one of them out of here."
The rest of her concern was for Schörl, waiting for an offer. "As you prefer, then," she raised her voice to be heard farther afield. Her left palm was held up in the air, the Cosmos star on her palm visible if Schörl sought to look. "What could not be taken will be given," she said, "And one thing more. The name of the agent I sold it to before you."
She cast her gaze over at Eleusis. "Or you may take her offer," she said, her eyes regretful. "And have only the name."
HP: 200 / 200 DMG: N/A PER: 9 + 20 = 29 (vs. Chrysocolla's current PER resist 16) Effects: 29 - 16 = 13 > 5 = Delayed Action, Chrysocolla must address Hvergelmir directly and also cannot take an action this turn. {With my permission, (assuming this is allowed by Strick), Chrysocolla may take an action if that action is teleporting to try and get Leucite's or Cinnabar's body, assuming Cinnabar is still on the battlefield.}
QUOTES:
Ivynian
Schörl - do you want to know a secret~
daekie
Chrysocolla
Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2017 10:36 am
General Cinnabar
Her attacks found purchase, but after all the attacks she had already taken; from Andronicus, from Scylla, even from Tortuga... There was no way for her to truly stand against a Mars knight in a fury.
He hit her like a truck and it tore her off of him, her breath bursting from her lungs as she was thrown down. Cinnabar hit the ground hard in a tangle of limbs and rolled, coming to rest with a groan.
Abruptly, the black faded from under her skin and the new rash of scales receded. The low, animal growls ceased as well, and it was a woman's voice that groaned in pain. Battered, beaten, she struggled to push herself up to her knees, a bloody hand clutching the side of her head as her dark hair spilled over her shoulders. There was no fight left to her now as the rage faded and confusion set in, her mind trying to sort through what had happened after her latest black out.
Youma Absorption - Cinnabar activates her ability by biting into a full youma. This causes them to dissolve into a black, oily cloud that she then swallows. While absorbed, the youma gives her a physical boost, upping her strength, speed and defense. After ten minutes, her body rejects the youma and its regurgitated; slightly drained, but undamaged. This ability comes with a ten minute cool down. While her body is recovering, any attempt to eat another youma will result in getting violently ill as her body rejects the absorption.
Chrysocolla was tired-eyed, anxious; the way she stared at Hvergelmir like a cornered animal left no doubt about that -- but it wasn't wrong, what the Knight said, and she made a pitching noise in her throat and put her hand to her forehead, trying to sort it all out mentally.
She -- didn't want to agree, but -- Cinnabar was down. Cinnabar was hurt and bleeding and --
Chrysocolla's eyes darted around, nervous, and she disappeared and reappeared next to Cinnabar, leaning down, offering her arm. "...Cinnabar -- come on -- let's get you out of here, ok?" The dark circles under her eyes were more like sallow bruises, an ugly reddening scrape on her cheek from Kairatos' earlier backhand. "Do you have any starseeds? I have energy..."
HP: 193 / 210 DMG: N/A Effects: N/A ATK: 10 / DEF: 9 NRG: 30/60, carrying two energy orbs (+10)
"Drop what you took and RUN and you'll get your TOYS back." Kairatos's voice was still raspy and ugly from Leucite trying to choke him earlier, and it added an unpleasantly bestial tone to the voice of a man who had no youma to him to fall back on, as he lashed out with a upper cutting blow meant to knock Chrysocolla, if not senseless, at least back from her target if he could. Schorl wanted the negotiations greased with blood? Fine. Especially when targets daintily danced within range at the behest of others. These were negotiations. if he could avoid it, he wouldn't give away something for nothing.
DMG 13+ 19) + 5 -9 = 39 HP: 93 of 250 Def: 5 : Effects: Aspect of mars: 1+ attack for every 10 hp lost.
Tortuga's grin from the success of his punch landing was quickly wiped from his face when SC retaliated in basically the same way. Instead of a fist though he used the backscratcher and jammed it into his, Tortuga's, stomach. It was like putting an elephant in high heels then stomping around in them leaving heel divots everywhere, that s**t hurt. Someone smarter could have explained about the whole area of distribution or pressure per square inch or crushing pressure or whatever it was ******** called. It didn't really matter because right then all that the redheaded page cared about was that it bloody a** hurt!
With a growl he went to strike back only to have his punch go wide because of a sneak attack, that did damage because his punch never landed. Band Chick, now forever known as BC, apparently decided that ganging back up on him was a good idea. What happened to the squire? This was not good... his cousin will kill him if he is killed or corrupted or just about anything other than victorious. She would kill him or worse, make him dress up as princess tutu again. God no!
tl;dr - That backscratcher hurts damn it, he tries to hit back, is hit by Reinerite which throws off Tortuga's punch, counter strike is whiffed majorly.
Also not quoting everyone nearby since it's a butt ton is quoted just the person(s) directly affected
baby_gwing
Is all good ^.^
[quote+"litian"]Tortuga needs better nicknaming skills Totally not kidding by the way... Maia/Lily has made him dress up as princess tutu before and has pics to prove it
