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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2018 9:22 pm
Corrupt Super Sailor Noctua -- 13/45 Damage Dealt To Pheobe: 25 Total to Asner: 15 Total to Phaethon: 12 Total to Pheobe: 30
The dust hit Noctua square in the face and stunned her, if only because of the sudden impact of something. She blinked several times, trying to make her mind catch up with her, but everything was suddenly so distracting. Everything was so bright and loud and close. It felt like overstimulation, but not in the way she was used to. There was no frantic beating of her heart. No pounding of her pulse in her ears. Nothing to signal an oncoming break down.
Gisela felt at peace.
How long had it been since she had felt like this? Her arms hung limply at her sides as she wondered, a lazy smile spreading across her face. It was nice, she finally decided. Her thoughts were like clouds for a moment, coming and going but never lingering to cause her any duress. In fact, every cell of her body felt strangely euphoric. A small laugh bubbled up from inside of her, and she did nothing to stop it.
But then the feeling slipped through her fingers like sand leaving her cold and empty again. The smile faded from her face almost at once and her body tensed back up. If there was one thing in this world that she hated more than anything else, it was being made to feel things that she did not really feel. Her nightmares gave her enough false fear, she didn't need anything else forging her emotions. And the realization that someone had done just that made her face twist in rage and rocketted her body forward, aiming every sharp edge possible at the senshi who had the audacity to hijack her emotions.
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Sleet Tempest Snape generated a random number between
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2018 9:22 pm
Corrupted Guardian Cat Katya: 30/30
"Could I not? You are the one interrupting my Generals plans. I'm here to help stop you and others from ruining this." She stated, and if a cat could stick their nose up than Katya was doing just that. "People are going to die, of course, but most are just losing some energy inside." She wouldn't lie and claim no one inside were dying, she had seen a few she was sure were dead. But she had seen more whom she was sure had simply given up energy, maybe a lot of energy.
The small little cats ears twitched, her tail swayed back and forth in annoyance, before she shook her head. "I'm not scared of you." She would do what she had to in order to handle this knight, she had claws and teeth. And that was why she jumped right at him, intending to keep him from further harming, and breaking, that door. Claws sinking into whatever they could. "I'm not going to let you break that door so easily." Even if she was just a talking cat, at the moment anyway.
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Have an upset kitty? Ummm and do whatever you please to her? She's a strong girl - she can take it.
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Athene was more and more starting to suspect that there were people trying to work on the doors from the other side as well, although it was only when he heard a voice yell something about a weak spot that suspicion changed to certainty–
It gave him even more impetus to keep working on trying to break the hinge even as something from the other side caused the door to shudder as something - or mayhaps someone did something that caused a loud thudding noise.
Athene tried to smash the piece down on the hinge, which also seemed to be weakening, although frustratingly it still didn't seem to be enough, even as fights still raged around him.
Break dammit, break! The unspoken words echoed in his mind even as he once again brought the small piece from the former programme stand on the hinge again and again.
He almost didn't hear the snap, almost, eyes widening from beneath his glasses as the hinge finally cracked, the sounds coming in conjunction with even more thuds from the other side.
Maybe it was the cracked hinge or maybe whatever had caused the thud, but it seemed that the doors had had enough punishment as the door creaked again loudly and swayed.
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Doors are now down
Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2018 12:43 am
The Door is down!
Due to the bodies on the other side of the door, inside the theater, the door has fallen into the theater with a loud thundering thud, which shook the ground.
As expected civilians come pouring out now that they can escape, some tripping and staggering, they come out right into the thick of things - the fight in the lobby.
Have fun.
Those from both sides can now join up and work together.
(Will be posting more later on today...but for the moment - have fun)
She was disoriented upon first leaving the mirror. There were screams, and thick smoke was trailing into the abandoned warehouse via its open door. Peeking her head out the door, Loreley watched as the theater burned almost gleefully, its stomach all but distended from the bodies she saw moving about within. She should have known better than to come back to this district after her last encounter here; there was nothing but trouble.
And screaming.
Cautiously, as if afraid The Autumn would swallow her in a second without her guard up, she wound her way past a few bystanders, some watching the fighting, others retching from the fire's side effects. The aura readings inside were a hurricane of chaos and order, some far stronger than she had ever felt. This was a bad idea. This was a terrible idea. But just turning her back was...
Just a peek. See what was happening and then go from there.
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throwing her into the late game bc why not
staripop generated a random number between
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17!
Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2018 8:05 am
Super Sailor Cybele HP: 20 Damage to Anser: 17
Even with everything going on, it was good to see a strategy in action that actually worked. The senshi buckled. Good. Cybele got a little encouraging smile to Anser in over her shoulder.
That was her mistake. She heard the muttering. She wasn't fast enough to do anything about it except grit her teeth and try to fight off the quickly rising wave of anger rising in her mind, but quickly she realized that she shouldn't.
Why would she? That anger was justified. She saw the was Anser was looking at her, heard her the annoyance in her voice when she asked, again, about that other senshi. That wasn't shutting up. That was the apposite of shutting up. It was almost like she didn't want Cybele's protection.
Cybele didn't have to protect her. With how she was acting, she didn't deserve it. Then, she shoved her. That settled it. She rocked back onto her heel, and when she came forwards again, she narrowed her eyes, shook her head, and swung a fist straight at her face.
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I hope this is oocly fine!
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2018 9:20 am
Sailor Phoebe || HP: 0
There were a lot of things that could have singularly contributed to the basic senshi going down as quickly as she did, but the biggest reason, the all-encompassing one, boiled down to raw inexperience. Phoebe still didn't know what she was doing. Hell, this was the first time she'd found herself facing anything other than a youma.
It took less than a minute. She'd thrown her magic at the corrupt senshi that'd slammed her into the door and sagged in relief when determined eyes had lost their focus. A hand on the door, the other up to her bleeding nose, she'd watched that peaceful, euphoric smile spread across dark lips. There were precious seconds to take advantage of the reprieve, but Phoebe was hurt, she was out of breath. She should have moved, but she didn't.
And then someone else's magic had hit her. Nothing bad, infact the rush of warm fuzzies that spread across her was quite pleasant, but it was distracting.
To e first blow wiped away any traces of warm feelings the other magic might have had. The second send her back against the door. It was too much to keep track of, too much to process to even attempt to defend. The lights went out, the ground dropped out from beneath her, and Phoebe felt herself falling.
sweenys_revenge
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2018 11:09 am
Chibi Sailor Anser || HP: 0/30 Damage to No One: lol
It was safe to say that even though Anser was actively shoving Cybele, she probably didn't expect to be punched in her already rattled head.
The swing to her head stunned her and dropped the young senshi to her knees.
That was where she stayed.
There was no effort to get back up, even as the anger recessed from her mind. She remained on the ground, near unmoving, except for the occasional blink. It didn't seem that she was thinking at all, really, at least, not for a few moments while she tried to piece together what just happened, why just happened, how just happened--
Eventually, Anser lifted her head and looked at Cybele. There was a bit of blood dripping from her nose, but she said nothing. With the way her pupils looked large and unfocused, it was hard to say if she was truly seeing her at all.
She turned her head towards the door as she suddenly heard a loud clattering noise and realized that there was no longer a door. Hermano. She had to make sure he was okay. It was the only thought that managed to bubble through the surface of her severely concussed mind, and she took the most immediate route to get through the mass of other civilians coming in her direction.
She crawled over the nearest person, smoky as they were, and resumed into the theatre space, looking for a bright red head of hair.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2018 5:15 pm
Sailor Phaethon || HP: 11/30
Several things happened all at once. The doors came down. The senshi that Phaethon tried to help also went down. A couple others went down or went staggering into the theater. Phaethon froze, trying to process everything happening, failing to process everything happening. Instinctively, he threw himself to the side to try and avoid the crowd of civilians trying to pour out of the building. He already felt like roadkill--he had no desire to actually be roadkill.
Flattening himself against the wall to the side of the entrance, Phaethon realised that he couldn't very well leave the other senshi there on the ground. So, he took a deep breath and flung himself back into the crowd, standing next to the other senshi. He didn't think he could actually lift her, though, so he instead stood over her, facing the people leaving the theater.
He couldn't actually carry her. He knew he couldn't, even with his enhanced strength from being powered. Phaethon was still standing, but he wasn't going to chance picking her up and hurting himself--or worse, dropping and hurting her more.
So Phaethon stood where he was, more or less forcing the fleeing civilians to go around him--and thus her--rather than potentially stepping on her (though he did get shoved and buffeted). He looked around frantically, trying to find anyone that could get her out of there.
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HE'S SO SORRY PHOEBE
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since Alhambra is there
Beejoux generated a random number between
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18!
Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2018 6:42 pm
Corrupted Super Ceraskia || HP: 23
Every careful breath was accompanied by sharp, stabbing pain, and even just standing very still was challenge enough for itself. The corrupted senshi didn't know what she would have done had her magic failed her this time around, but once again the insidious trickery took hold. She watched warily as child senshi turned those big bright eyes from her to the pale huntress just beyond her and another cold little smile tugged along lips spotted with smears of blood.
Oh so casually the dancer stepped back and out of the way of the two allies, satisfaction making that cool smile grow as first the little one stepped in to shove her older friend, only for her to in turn sock the little girl in the face with enough force to drop her to her freckle covered knees. "For whom does the bell toll now, little one." This was not a war for children. They were naught but fodder for the cannons.
Darkness and embered sparks in the form on long tentacles had her blinking to the side, and her hand came up to accept the precious offering, eyes flicking past the youma's sleek frame to the captain still sprawled on the ground. "Thank you," she murmured as she took the starseed, half tempted to reach out to pat the squid-like creature on the side but she didn't know if it's body would burn to the touch.
Instead she stepped around the stunned chibi senshi carefully, lifting the crystalline prism to her lips. It shattered under the press of her teeth like spun sugar candy but not nearly so sweet to the tongue. Instead she could finally draw a full breath again without wincing.. Still sore, still bruised, but considerably better as she strode towards the fallen captain, offering a hand down to him. "One more to drop before we advance."
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19!
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2018 7:07 pm
Captain Faustite: 42/45 HP Damage to Cybele: 19
Only his gaze tracked movement, the rest of the agent trapped frustratingly within the confines of his own body. Muscle twitches soon matured to movements, and with a marked lack of fine motor skill, Faustite began to reclaim movement. He dragged himself to his knees as the doors burst backward, loosing a torrent of beleaguered citizens into the lobby and out into the uncaring eve. Some tripped and stumbled dangerously near his head while others — the chibi senshi, to his chagrin — had crawled over him to some capacity. Remarkably, he wasn't ground into the carpet.
Ceraskia's assistance was seized with nary a breath, his lips not yet coordinated enough to make their motions. Seconds passed, he knew, but he lost count in the din. Distantly his youma floated, awaiting orders, but Faustite knew it wasted its reserves on the senshi of the hunt. Instinct warned him that the time for setting her ablaze passed, but desperation drove him to try it.
Having stumbled to his feet with Ceraskia's assistance, Faustite let go just long enough to cross their distance instantaneously and draw up another billow of smoke from his internal combustion. Black swirled possessively about, clouding the air, cloying breath with copper and moondust, flooding senses with pitched shrieks and choking darkness. Yet fine motor skills hadn't returned enough to justify chasing that senshi through the cloud of his own smoke — Ceraskia may be better suited to that task.
He only hoped this senshi burned with what remained of his squid's ink.
stari_maga
Dispersion ;; Range: 3 foot radius with Faustite at the epicenter. Duration: 30 seconds Use Count: 3x Miss Chance: Circumventing magic, stepping out of range. Effect: Faustite draws his hands together, and a sound like an opening lighter may be heard. Smoke pours from Faustite in a deafening blast. Those caught in the initial blast endure a ringing in the ears and mild disorientation. Breathing smoke causes burning lungs, stinging eyes, and frequent coughing. Ringing ears and coughing symptoms linger after leaving the smoke for 5 seconds. Any lasting damage is defending player's choice.
Hearing how blithe the cat girl was regarding human life actually made him angry enough to override his usual hesitation to hit people of the opposite sex. Luckily, the brash impulse to do so was interrupted by the sound of the barricade finally caving. The most Alhambra did was tear the furry off him and away, wincing as he felt each cut cry out. Normal cat scratches were bad enough, let alone magical cat girl ones.
"Go choke on a hairball!" he replied, a cheeky grin and a blep of his tongue sent her way before he skedaddled.
First, the sailor. She looked all sorts of bad, and while he seriously needed to find Encke, he wouldn't be a gentleman if he left her behind. "Alley oop," he said, grunting as he picked Phoebe up. A nod was given to the sailor standing over her. "Nice save, my dude. Mind coming with? I think I see someone else..." He waited a moment to let the initial burst of terrified civilians pass before he dove into the theater proper.
Second was Anser, who he probably could have lifted with one hand even when a civilian. Jesus, what was a kid doing here? He brought both girls to a safer corner of the theater--safer being relative of course, in that it was still full of smoke but at least wasn't at risk of crumbling around them just yet.
Alhambra crouched by them both, briefly doing check ups to make sure they were at least still breathing. "'Sup?" he asked, casual through his coughs. "Figured you guys wanted a breather before the party got rowdier."
He then turned and cupped his mouth as he shouted, "Encke! You over h--aw, s**t!" Was that Cybele? God damn it, why was he so underpowered compared to everyone else? "Cybele! Don't die on me, please, I only got so many arms to carry all the babes! Get over here!"
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would prefer not to be KO'd but can work w whoever wants to attack him; he's in a ready stance so sorta defending? idk he just wants the girls safe dude
This seemed like the best place to start, right? The woman looked like an adult, and an adult in magical girl uniform at that. Well, less magical girl uniform and more just...what were the adult Order people called? Knights? Well she could have been an adult sailor, but she didn't have a bodice like Loreley had come to expect, and maybe she was just sort of overthinking it since being around Order generally was a no-no anyway, but there she was. Small. Meek. Anxious. Hopeful.
"Um," she said again. "That's a first aid kit, right?" What a question. "Some've them look bad off, so...Do you need help...?"
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staripop generated a random number between
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18!
Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2018 7:55 pm
Super Sailor Cybele HP: 1 Damage to Ceraskia: 18
Something broke through the magic as Cybele's fist cracked against bone. She knew what she was doing. She knew. Anser toppled. As the last bits of the magic ran their course, Cybele stood there, numb. Anser stared at her, half alive. It didn't fully fade until Anser started to crawl away and Cybele's stomach twisted. What had she done?
She'd hurt someone she'd wanted to protect. Again. This time, she'd almost killed her. It wasn't by her own free will, but knowing that she'd been the Negaverse's puppet, even for a few seconds, was just as disgusting. She tore her eyes away to stare at the corrupt just in time to see her eat a starseed. That was just another layer of something terrible. Cybele snarled.
Someone was calling for her. Someone familiar. It was that Uranus knight, and he had Anser. Good. Cybele didn't trust herself with any more protection at the moment. "Get them out of here," she said, and then added, through gritted teeth, "I'll be fine."
She needed to focus on her target. She ran after the senshi, who was close to the downed youma captain. She couldn't help but get close to him, and he looked hurt. She was wrong about how hurt. The smoke came. It burned her ears. It burned her lungs. It burned her eyes. If that wasn't enough, the ink that smeared her skin and clothes caught fire.
She screamed.
The pain was too much. Breathing, which had already been hard, was now almost impossible. The gray world spun. It was instinct that pushed her towards fresh air, and with the last of her strength she swung wildly at the the figure of the senshi just outside the cloud.
