At least now there was a figure, not just a voice to focus on. Gritting his teeth and grabbing hold of his new sword, he figured it was time to test those new abilities he'd gained. Every little bit counted, didn't it?
My character's username: BridgesBurn My character's level: 32 Character's HP: 40/40 [+2 heals from Lupia White Pawn Princess] Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Small IC description of character:
A tall man, his skin is dark and eye a bright gold color. Two sets of black horns curve upward from a mass of curly, short-cut pale hair. BridgesBurn has taken on a Gryphon coat of black and gold accents. The black and gold hat is accented by a golden feather. A loose white shirt can be seen under the coat, along with red pants and a heavy brown belt. An eyepatch over his right eye completes the look. Multiple belts lay outside the coat.
Rhythm was not pleased, first this stupid red queen, asks her a bunch of random questions that she is forced to answer and then she finds out, after going through a bunch of glitched doors and fighting some glitched up bosses, that it was all so that a crazy blonde headed AI could replace her with a puppet construct thing, version of herself. Not just her! Her twin, and well everyone else too. But no one, NO ONE messes with her family. She may have been pissed about her self being replaced, furious about it and ready to crack skulls but , they crossed a line, if they think that she would let them get away will replacing Reaper, they were wrong. Dead wrong. She was going to beat them; she was going to defeat them all. Even if fighting the queens is what Alice wanted them to do, Rhythm was determined to find a way to brake the system, if they could hit the bosses hard enough maybe they could glitch them or something. She was not entirely sure on it. But that was her plan, to keep hitting the bosses until they fell into tiny little data bite partials. After that she would, hopefully with the help of some of the other people who were just as pissed off as her find a way to take out Alice, there had to be something they could do. She and the others had managed to beat everything that has been thrown at them so far, well except Alice, apparently that fight had not ended to well. Well at least no one was dead dead? Yet anyway, if they did not put a stop to this game they would all end up dead and replaced, she was not going to let that happen. She was not going to just stick back, have fun and let the AI do whatever it Jacking pleased! No she was going to stand and fight, she was going to rip this world apart piece by piece, if they had created Alice, like the construct had said then they could destroy her. If they figured out how she had been made that would make it easier to destroy her right? To find a weakness that she had one that would lead to her defeat. Rhythm sighed this was all so complicated and extremely frustrating, but she knew that she would go down fighting. Now was not the time to be worry about stupid Alice, she had to focus on one thing at a time. Right now that thing was the Red Queen and her need for destruction. She quickly dodged an attack from the queen and summoned her cards transforming them into sharp pointe gloves. Part of her wished that she had her twin axes for this but at least this way there would be no way that she could be disarmed by her opponent. The Red queen slashed at her again and she rolled under the attack jumping up once it was over and landing back on her feet.
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My character's username: Rhythm My character's level: 37 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Current party: RockerReaper Current Guild: N/A Location: Small IC description of character: She's got long black hair pulled loosely to the side, pale skin and amber eyes. She is wearing the Purple coat/ears and blue tail/scarf/leggings recolor of the Cheshire class outfit Character journal: BATTLE ENTRY LOG
TheBoughman wasn't one to fight. He had only done so lately because he'd had to - survival and all. From what he understood, this was her fault. The woman who had been so angry he could just feel it emenating from her the moment he'd met her in that cage. The woman who had made him face far too much about himself.
He was angry.
He did not like feeling angry.
"You made me fight dodo birds!" He called. No, he did not really care if she had or had not. The poor birds had not wanted to fight and someone was making everyone fight creatures and well - why not her? "And flowers. And trees. And I am very certain that you are the reason the willows were so angry. Trees feel your anger." He was going to talk this queen to death, at this point.
TheBoughman's gravelly voice did not always match up with his child-like view of the world. And by always, we mean never - but it didn't seem to phase the queen or all the people doing damage to her. And the people taking damage.
He took a breath and started attacking her - wildly, viciously. All the anger and resentment built up over time just pouring out into every attack made on the Queen. She was his Elder. She was every human who had hurt his forest, and other forests. She was everything that was wrong.
MY STATS
My character's username: TheBoughman My character's level: 27 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: N/A. Current Guild: N/A Location: Red Queen's Castle Small IC description of character: A six foot tall male with long, messy green mosshair and the default Mad Hatter outfit - earth tones, baby. He may or may not be an awkward turtle. Character journal:Battle Log
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gaia_crown[ TheBoughman's STATS ]
HP: 30 BOSS HP REMAINING: ATTACK: 6 ATTACK TARGET: Boss DEFENSE SELF: 0 DEFENSE TARGET: 0 HEALS SELF: 0 HEALS TARGET: 0 LUCK MULTIPLIER: 2 on roll3
Had to admit. There were perks to the upgrade. At least for now he felt no concern focusing on attacking. Swinging his sword again and again, it was hard to not just... enjoy the pattern.
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[2 /3 for Attack Drain]
gaia_crown[ BRIDGESBURN'S STATS ]
HP: 30 + 12 Attack Drain = 40 cap BOSS HP REMAINING: --- ATTACK: 12 ATTACK TARGET: Boss DEFENSE SELF: - DEFENSE TARGET: - HEALS SELF: - HEALS TARGET: - LUCK MULTIPLIER: -
My character's username: BridgesBurn My character's level: 32 Character's HP: 40/40 [+2 heals from Lupia White Pawn Princess ... when needed] Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Small IC description of character:
A tall man, his skin is dark and eye a bright gold color. Two sets of black horns curve upward from a mass of curly, short-cut pale hair. BridgesBurn has taken on a Gryphon coat of black and gold accents. The black and gold hat is accented by a golden feather. A loose white shirt can be seen under the coat, along with red pants and a heavy brown belt. An eyepatch over his right eye completes the look. Multiple belts lay outside the coat.
The sound of another familiar voice threw him off of his attack slightly, so it was likely a good thing that DreamCatcher had graced him with a temporary shield from the Queen's counter-attack. "
Man, I don't know if I should say that I'm glad to see you... Or if I should say that I'm sorry you're here, DC. Name suits you, by the way." The smile on his lips didn't quite reach his eyes, even if he was grateful for the aide. It meant that Quinn was trapped too... Or he was a marionette figment of his imagination, neither option a favorable one.
When they were up to the Red Queen boss, OCTOPU55Y could hardly believe it. Her heart was stuck in her throat, her knees clenching, shivering-- this reminded her all too much of when her uncle, oh god, her uncle... Her uncle acted like the Red Queen to her. Not as in acting like a female, but acting like... a superior, unreachable boss at the end of a dungeon. He kidnapped her little sister for ransom, just because he wasn't well off. And when she came into the picture to stop him, to tell him it wasn't right, to help him, and try to heal his horrible, creepy mind, he kidnapped her as well. She remembered the hurt she felt afterward, the feel of anger and betrayal-- so much of it, she couldn't hold it in all at once. Her voice couldn't even slide out of her mouth, from how angry, how mad she was... All this pent up anger, this fear she felt-- wait, fear?
When did she think of fear?
She wasn't scared. OCTOPU55Y was never scared. She wasn't scared when she lost control spinning in circles. She wasn't frightened when the jerk of an a*****e of an father she had decided that his word was law, running her life forever. She wasn't frightened when her Uncle trapped her away in a room, living in solitary for almost 2 weeks, killing herself over each mistake, each and every error she made. She couldn't take it then... She was such a failure. Feelings weren't worth her body.
Or were they? She didn't know. Her body was horrible, look at that disgusting shade of grey, completely different from her sisters vibrant grey... Okay, stop, OCTO, you aren't like this. You can do better. Definitely. As she poised herself to write, her hair fluttered in the wind, eyes getting a dangerous glint to them. She huffed, stretching. This would be the first time she fought since the beginning of the game. She was starting to get the hang of healing, too... She pursed her lips, jumping up and down on one leg, getting herself ready, sliding the whip in her hands out with a grin. Oh man, she was ready, she was so ******** ready, it hurt to stand and not move. OCTO swung at the air a bit-- these guys couldn't do s**t to her. And even though she prepared herself to attack, even though she was so ready-- she felt something blow her back, hitting her hard, so hard, ********, it hurt to move. She winced-- why?
Just what happened between these two queens? Why did they have to pick sides...? That wasn't very resourceful. If they could just live in peace, harmony, then both would receive benefits. The White Queen, so wise with her experienced mind, was obviously to be the most coveted of the two, but the Red Queen had her benefits. Afterall, she was kicking their asses right now. Preparing herself again to fight, as before, when she was completely prepared and the queen had hit her, she grabbed her luxurious black whip and prepared it's durability with a whack at the floor. Got it. With a crinkled eye, she ran up to the Queen, slapping her with all her pent up anger and frustration, feeling nothing but fear clench her heart--- fear and anger and so much anger she couldn't keep it in.
MY STATS
My character's username: OCTOPU55Y My character's level: 39 +50exp Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Doormouse Doctor. Current party: N/A Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Ark Location: ??? Small IC description of character: A dark-grey skinned female with scales and bright neon marks littered all over her body. She has bold purple hair pulled into a side ponytail, and purple eyes to match, with her sclera completely black. With fins replacing her ears as well as webbing trailing from one finger to the other, this girl looks aquatic. Character journal:ALL DA PU55Y
[ 2379 Total Damage ] - dealt 50 damage with this post.
Battle Solo #5 He was wearing down, getting tired for all that he was trying hard to make some dent in this creature that called itself destruction. He could do this at least one more time he thought, but then he was out, too tired to continue to be sure. He fluffed his feathers; useless tiny wings though they were that spread from his back, splayed his tail feathers. Conspiracy theories be damned if the strange Destruction queen was going to kill him, or anyone else he wasn’t going down with his feathers in disarray, even if they weren’t truly his own feathers, just a tiny fluffy imitation of them.
He didn’t want to see the ‘red’ players die, he doubted, if they knew about the whole conspiracy that most of them would choose to see the white side ‘die’ either if they could help it. But he wasn’t going down without a fight either, no more than they were. There was no one from any of this chaos, regardless of what side they were on, at least he didn’t think so… That would lie down and say die just because this had gotten very hard, and quite… terrifying.
“I don’t know why US, I don’t know why ANY of us, but I know this isn’t right.” He declared to the sky, to the queen, to the trees and the shadowy flawed creatures. “I don’t… care anymore what you think you’re doing but I don’t think you –think- like we do and that’s a HUGE problem!
“I’d like to get out of this, I’d like to…break your rules and surprise you because I don’t think you’re as good at trying to control all of us as you think you are, I think maybe in the end we can still surprise you. Maybe I’m wrong but I still have HOPE, I still believe in MYSELF and my FRIENDS…”
Ok maybe he had a little, or rather a lot more faith in his friends, new and old than he did in himself but it was still faith, and he still believed in them. In his nightmare he had lost everything that made him who he was… everything –physical- that made him what he was, but there were things that could never be stripped from him, they could be played at, copied, but it would never EVER be the same. No one could ever be him because they wouldn’t ever have all the pieces that made him into who he was.
They could take his scales, his wings, his looks… but they couldn’t pin down whatever force animated him, or anyone else. There was something more, something wonderful, which could turn into a shade, or a ghost. Something wonderful that could define a person regardless of their skin, feathers, scales, clothes or anything else that could be stripped away.
He did think, that it was probably possible to strip away whatever that intangible was, but he didn’t think, that it…whatever it was, or whomever ‘they’ were, that they understood that intangible well enough to do the damage that would truly destroy the people here.
Break, yes, fracture maybe… but he still believed.
That was a good hit. Willard was pretty proud of that attack. He wasn't sure it even dented her but he'd done it. He'd at least struck her for good damage. He was sure of it. He felt pretty powerful at least.
Willard's Deck
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My character's username: Willard My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Herald Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Basile is a short 4'11 and sickly. He seems to be suffering from a constant cold and has dark eyes. He gives an air of being suspicious. Character journal:LINK
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gaia_crown[ WILLARD'S STATS ]
HP: 30 BOSS HP REMAINING:--- ATTACK: 13 ATTACK TARGET: Boss DEFENSE SELF: 0 DEFENSE TARGET: 0 HEALS SELF: 0 HEALS TARGET: 0 LUCK MULTIPLIER: 3 on roll3
One last slice against the Queen and he felt one ability fade. Gritting his teeth, he called a familiar up quickly to aid his last self-heal. Here on out, it was just fight, fight, fight.
My character's username: BridgesBurn My character's level: 32 Character's HP: 40/40 [+2 heals from Lupia White Pawn Princess ... when needed] Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Small IC description of character:
A tall man, his skin is dark and eye a bright gold color. Two sets of black horns curve upward from a mass of curly, short-cut pale hair. BridgesBurn has taken on a Gryphon coat of black and gold accents. The black and gold hat is accented by a golden feather. A loose white shirt can be seen under the coat, along with red pants and a heavy brown belt. An eyepatch over his right eye completes the look. Multiple belts lay outside the coat.
He recalls the earlier visits to the Red Queen's castle as he faces down this newly released enemy. She'd spoken to him back then - he assumes to them all. Naming herself Destruction, which didn't bode well for anyone. Asking personal questions he'd been unable to resist, as though the secrets fed her, made her more powerful. There was no indication she was less than human, but all the same, he couldn't let her out into the world. It was nothing to do with the dream-game or another quest - looking at her, he has a hollow feeling in his stomach that she's far more dangerous than the monsters they've been fighting for the length of this dream-game.
People have told him of ALICE and her warnings. They've mentioned a room of replicas - he knows Raze saw one that looks just like him. He isn't sure if ALICE is solely to blame, or if the Red (and potention also White) Queen is working with or for the troublesome Artificial Intelligence. He doesn't trust ALICE and he doesn't trust these Queens will be any different. Besides, he's a Hunter. Their creed is to take out the unnatural threats and protect their own kind themselves. Whether ALICE is looking out for the players, whether the Queens might be allies against a dangerous AI - he doesn't care. It doesn't matter. He, and the other Hunters, will do what they've always done. They'll take care of things themselves.
Private messages come through from several of his friends, most notably from Raze. She’s in a different dungeon entirely, facing the White Queen. This is why humans will always win, he thinks as he reads her messages. Because even though they are on ‘opposite sides’, they are more concerned for each other than with winning. Humanity will defend itself. They will join together and rise above anything that tries to hurt them – monsters, queens or AI’s. He sends a quick reply back to Raze:
”Huni Pi”
< TO RAZERHEAD: It’s a similar situation over here. Let’s take out both these queens, then deal with anything else that comes our way. Stay alive, okay? I’ve only got one Resurrection – don’t make me break into enemy territory to use it on you. >
He thinks of the worst monsters in Wonderland, those in the Lost King’s raid. Facing those monsters he’d felt helpless. He’d been tiny in the face of them, only able to continue on with the support of good friends around him, like Ouroboros-Tea. He’d fought a version of himself. Worse, he’d seen how he truly was in this twisted dream-game – a puppet dangling on wires, helpless to fight against the invisible puppeteer pulling his strings. That hadn’t stopped him from trying to fight it there in that dungeon. It won’t stop him now. Maybe this is still all going according to some all-powerful figure’s wishes. Maybe he’s still dancing to their tune even now. But he’ll decide which actions are his. If this is wrong course of action, he’ll have no one to blame but himself. This is his choice. He chooses to fight.
He activates one of his ability cards, Last Hope, and plays it against the Red Queen.
(( Word count: 534 )) (( Using Last Hope ability card to re-use effect of McCowboy's Battle Solo ability card, used on page 1.))
Willard's going for all he's worth now. He's attacking like some kind of mad man. Not as strong as his first few but he's got to wait through everyone else's hits to even make his own. He wants to talk to them but he doesn't think there's time.
Willard's Deck
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MY STATS
My character's username: Willard My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 25 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Herald Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Basile is a short 4'11 and sickly. He seems to be suffering from a constant cold and has dark eyes. He gives an air of being suspicious. Character journal:LINK
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gaia_crown[ WILLARD'S STATS ]
HP: 25 BOSS HP REMAINING: ---- ATTACK: 8 ATTACK TARGET: Boss DEFENSE SELF: 0 DEFENSE TARGET: 0 HEALS SELF: 0 HEALS TARGET: 0 LUCK MULTIPLIER: 1 on none
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My character's username: Rhythm
