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 Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 6:58 am
Name: Sailor Elpis HP: 20 Physical Attack left: 5/5 Power Attack left: 2/2 Status: OK Potions: Revival Oh hell no. HELL NO. Emily knew it, and finally damned her luck entirely, keeping one hand and arm looped around Lexi before fumbling, bringing out her pen and henshining. If the civilian saw or panicked, she'd deal with it later - but the fog seemed thick enough she might not, and Sailor Elpis tried to pull her up again. "Come on, up you go, need to get you guarded and safe!" And if she had to SHE WAS THROWING THE METAL FRAK BOMBS SOON AS POSSIBLE.Matisha Just wanted to power Elpis before next attack. Lexi may react and see as you wish. XD; Elpis is going to guard-senshi until then. c:
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 7:06 am
Name: Sailor Ferris HP: 20 Physical Attack left: 5/5 Power Attack left: 1/2 Status: OK Potions: NONE Trinity hissed at the youms, internally wishing Erika was awake. Still, she was NOT losing her to some bloody damn youma, and with the flourish of her pen and a snarl of a very angry woman she became Sailor Ferrist, giving Erika a kiss before arming her attack and using it on the youma promptly, snarling. "Flash from the pasdt you night-wrecking youma b***h." And Ferris pointed at the youma before snapping her fingers, snarling. Redbud-Tree Muchas Smoochas por la con-KISS-tador.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 7:06 am
Name: Cybele HP: 25 Physical Attack left: 4/5 Power Attack left: 2/2 Status: None Potions: 1 Health, 1 Strength Fleur was feeling weaker than she would have admitted, so she had no choice but to let herself be more or less dragged towards the walls. Her head was swimming as she stumbled along, but the awful creaking and snapping of a solid floor being broken was enough to get her attention. The fog cleared a bit, and she stared at the rising youma with disgust, but not much surprise. "It's one of those monsters," she said flatly. It was probably an unnecessary comment. She couldn't waste much more time getting one girl to safety... or whatever it was that she thought she was doing. "The emergency exit is over there, all right?" The glowing sign was faintly visible through the thinner fog, although the door underneath was crowded with panicked people. She smiled, trying to be encouraging. "Be careful. I have to find my friend." She stumbled a few steps away, into fog that was still too thick to see through, to power up, which made her feel a bit better. She didn't think she was in danger of falling over, at least. Then, Cybele stumbled back to where she could see, and threw the empty lemonade glass she still had as hard as she could at the youma.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 8:32 am
Name:Sailor Phact HP: 20/20 Physical Attack left: 5 Power Attack left: 2/2 Status: Normal Potions: None
His words and urging had her hiking up onto the top of the bar. They weren't alone but the surprising small number of people that had managed to make it up there worried her.
Was no place safe anymore?
But when she turned around, the shock on Delilah's face matched the fear in so many others were feeling. Her mouth was falling open as the creature rose and the air blew the fog passed her. In the sudden frozen moment in time, Delilah felt Quinn's presence against her side. They both appeared in shock but he shook it first grabbing the bottle of water and disappearing back into the 'fog'.
Delilah did not have to process what he was doing very long. She had known who he was for some time now. It was one of the larger secrets she kept.
Now as she watched him disappear, Delilah whispered to herself to please let him be alright. Then she dropped from the bar back into the fog.
Sailor Phact made her way after the Pluto knight she knew was in front of her. "Everyone get to higher ground." She called out to those humans around them that still found their footing. "The bar is just ahead of you. Climb it." She snapped trying to find the page she followed.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 8:59 am
Now she knew why she'd been on high alert, she'd been right. Her line of thinking about why this was all going wrong was right. A youma. And with Slate right beside her, she couldn't transform. Closing her eyes a moment she warred on what to do, because she couldn't just leave him where he could get trampled! But she couldn't risk exposing the secret side of her to him. So many reasons why and most of them trust because she didn't know if he could be friend or foe. Which was sad, he seemed so nice and she hated to think like that. "Get to the stage," he told her and she knew there was no choice. Senshi had to be powering up and attacking by now, after all she could see hints of powers going off in the not-fog. Shifting him once again, she moved for the stage. If only so she could find a safe place to stash him then transform. It was harder then it looked with a large hole in the floor. And they were heading right towards the general area. This was not the best idea at all, not when she couldn't henshin! "Does it look like there's any spot clear enough here to not get attacked?" she asked as she continued to move them, praying they weren't getting close enough to the youma on their way to the stage. This would go so much faster if she could henshin. Maybe she could run off and transform then come back? But she couldn't bring herself to leave him period. "I need to help them..."
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Das Tor rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 10:34 am
Name: Lt. Sphalerite HP: 25 Physical Attack left: 5 Power Attack left: 1 Status: n/a Potions: n/a Chiku paled at the youma that appeared, eyes wide. Oh. OH MAN. That...that was a huge one. And it didn't look at all friendly. She had opened her mouth to try talking, and Fleur started talking instead. And then left. The girl squeaked. Oh no! Nonono! She took advantage of the fog that was still around, Chiku shifting into Sphalerite as she took off in Fleur's direction and...couldn't find her. s**t. s**t.
Okay. She wasn't a Captain yet, she couldn't control a single damn youma. And there were other auras around, so very many...Normally, she would be trying to get people out...but first, the youma needed at least stunned so she could manage that better.
They were supposed to be fighting FOR DC, not hurting innocent people just having fun! Okay...weapon first, gauge the reactions, see if she could find any other agents. It was go time. She summoned her odd toy-like weapon and chucked it at the youma as hard as she could.Others Sphal is open for further interactions! It's obvious to her that this thing is a problem, and she'll be happy to play tactician if she can gather a group!
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litian rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 10:42 am
Name: Oort
HP: 25
Physical Attack left: 4
Power Attack left: 2
Status: N/A
Potions: None
Trying to find his brother in all the fog was easier said than done however, although Oort was doing his best to push towards where he had last seen his brother.
Well okay make that where he thought he had last seen his brother as pretty much the only thing he was certain off was that the stage was somewhere in front of him, oh and he knew where the monster was too - well okay make that he 'sort of' knew where the monster was because that's where all the creepy screaming sounds seemed to be coming from.
He stumbled over something, hand reaching down automatically and closing on a strap. A bag strap! Someone's bag, felt pretty heavy too.
Perhaps at another time he might have wondered what the heck the unknown person had in their bag, but right now he was thinking that it might make a good swing thing - that or he could try throwing it.
Actually come to think about it throwing it might be good - perhaps he could try and smack the monster with it. Well okay if he threw it perhaps it would hit the monster.
It was as good a plan as any...
And so he swung the bag around by the strap for a bit before trying to let it fly in the direction of where he thought the screaming sounds were coming from.
Hopefully it would hit the monster and not smack into someone else.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 1:15 pm
Name: Ilian/Jet
HP: 25
Physical Attack left: 5
Power Attack left: 2
Status: None
Potions: None
Ilian waited until Haven had disappeared in the fog before attempting to push himself up once more, shifting into his Negaverse uniform as he did so. “What are you trying to say?” he hissed at Aquamarine, shooting a dark glare his way. “You think I wouldn’t tell you if I knew something like this would happen? Not all of us are in it for ourselves, you know.” He was still a little bitter about the New Years incident — after doing all the work, Aquamarine got the credit.
“What the hell is wrong with it? Where’s its master?” he growled, his legs shaking as he pushed himself up, still feeling stiff and unable to move properly, but he knew better than to stay around to be eaten by an unruly youma. “Just go, I’m fine on my own,” he repeated, swiping once more at Aquamarine to leave him be and stumbling back to the floor as he did so, his face heating up in embarrassment. This was not good.
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Guine rolled 3 20-sided dice:
17, 1, 9
Total: 27 (3-60)
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 1:21 pm
Name: Sessrumnir
HP: 35
Physical Attack left: 4/5
Power Attack left: 1/2
Status: None
Potions: None
What a youma was doing at the concert, Sessrumnir had no idea. But he knew there were others who were supposed to be there that night and he immediately grew concerned about the giant hole towards the center of the room where the youma had burst from. “That’s Valhalla,” he pointed out, watching as a larger-than-life eagle soared through the building, a loud crack of thunder emitting from the bolt that struck the youma. He was sure Palatine realized that meant Ganymede was over in that direction as well.
Moving towards the center, he pushed aside others as they ran from the monster, hindering his progression. But that was fine by him, as he needed the area clear to even try using his magic. “Let’s see if I can stall it for a bit,” he said, holding up his storm glass to catch the image of the youma inside, forcing it to witness a storm that was created only for it.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 1:22 pm
Name: Aquamarine HP: 25 Physical Attack left: 5/5 Power Attack left: N/A Status: N/A Potions: None “Oh my God, get over it,” Aquamarine sneered. “That was months ago. I'm in it because of you.”
Aquamarine paused and an odd look crossed his face. That sounded weird. He hadn't meant it to sound weird; he was merely telling the truth. If not for Ilian, it was very likely he would have continued his life in blissful ignorance and never joined the Negaverse at all.
Exactly as he preferred it.
“What do you expect to do on your own?” he asked, swiping right back at Jet as if to tell him to knock it off. “You can hardly even stand. You're a sitting duck and you know it.”
Fairing slightly better than his counterpart, Aquamarine crouched down to pull one of Jet's arms over his shoulders, supporting him as they stood up.
“That thing's wild,” he said of the youma. “Have you ever seen anything like it before?”
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 1:26 pm
Name: Peter/Oberon
HP: 30
Physical Attack left: 5
Power Attack left: 2
Status: None
Potions: None
Oberon wasn’t sure what was happening at first when Raleigh threw her arms around him to hug him tightly. He tensed in surprise, wondering what the heck he was missing, but as she drew back and powered up herself, he realized that they had met before. “Skadi,” he let out a surprised, but relieved breath. He was glad that she wasn’t a Negaverse officer, but also glad that she seemed to be doing so much better than when they’d first met during New Years. It wasn’t that impressive of a first introduction for himself, either way.
He wished he could smile upon seeing her, but with the immediate youma problem, now wasn’t exactly the time to celebrate. “The sooner we get rid of the youma, the better,” he stated the obvious, but released her hand now that they were both powered up. He didn’t want to drag her into danger if she would rather help with the evacuation. “I’m gonna see what I can do to distract it, okay? It’ll probably be safer to try and find an exit,” he advised, although he was sure she knew that as well.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 1:27 pm
Name: Palatine HP: 30 Physical Attack left: 5/5 Power Attack left: 2/2 Status: N/A Potions: None Palatine was too drunk for this. Or maybe she wasn't drunk enough. There was purple fog everywhere and a youma that burst through the center of the floor. It looked like nothing she'd ever seen before, and she wasn't sure if that was due to the alcohol or if the youma really was just that impressive.
Either way, she thought she should know better by now than to drink so much in situations in which the Negaverse could rise and cause havoc.
“Fuuuuuck,” she cursed, stumbling along after Sessrumnir. She saw the great thunderbird and recognized that that was where Pairs must be, but she couldn't decide between staying with Sessrumnir or trying to make it through the fog on her own.
She summoned her teapot from subspace just to have something to hold onto. Otherwise, she did nothing with ********, this thing is useless.”
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Sunshine Alouette rolled 3 20-sided dice:
18, 13, 3
Total: 34 (3-60)
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 1:38 pm
Name: Eternal Sailor Ganymede HP: 30 Physical Attack left: 3 Power Attack left: 0/2 Status: N/A Potions: Health Ganymede wasn't in the mood for games. There was a youma in the middle of the concert hall. People were screaming and running for the exits but couldn't get out. Now wasn't the time to stand back and take stock of the situation. They had to take action and destroy this thing before it caused any more damage—or worse, took any civilian lives.
She glanced up as Valhalla released Kyrie but didn't bother ducking out of the way. She knew the bird wouldn't hurt her when its sights were set on the youma. She cursed when the combination of their attacks didn't prove to be enough. Against weaker youma, that would have been enough to dust it.
“This one's strong,” she commented. It was hard to tell whether she was talking to Valhalla and Alexandria or herself. There was a hard but distant look in her eyes. She was focused on the battle and nothing else.
“Tantalizing Caress!” she shouted.
She didn't want to waste her Eternal attack again. The rest of her magic was more or less useless in her opinion, but perhaps it would help distract the youma from the fleeing civilians long enough for some of them to escape.Quote: Tantalizing CaressThe opponent is subjected to the scent they find most appealing and is further distracted by an inexplicable sensation of mental stimulation (an obsession with whatever it is they desire most). The attack itself is disorienting and lasts for 20 seconds.
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Sunshine Alouette rolled 1 12-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-12)
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 1:42 pm
Name: Perdita
HP: 25
Physical Attack left: 5/5
Power Attack left: 0/2
Status: N/A
Potions: None
“Touch of plenty!” Perdita said again, making another duplicate of the same beer bottle, which she then threw at the youma.
She'd never seen one like this before. It was powerful, unlike the usual youma that crawled through the streets and alleys of Destiny City. It was... intriguing. But dangerous, too, and she wasn't foolish enough to get an up-close look just yet.
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a-disgruntled-dragon rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 11
Total: 13 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 1:45 pm
Name: Andronicus
HP: 30/30
Physical Attack left: 4/5
Power Attack left: 2/2
Status: Aokay
Potions: None
Oh for ******** sake.
Alex turned, power surging through her limbs without a second thought, and the Squire of Uranus stared at the giant youma with annoyance. Of course she was right. Of course she was. It was statistically impossible for any group of people to be able to get together and have a good time without something ruining it. Rage bubbled in her chest, hot and fierce. Was this going to be her life for the rest of time? Going to events with the worry of some monster or upstart interrupting it? Never being able to go enjoy any event because of the threat of some idiot who couldn't help but get power hungry!?
Screw the Sentinels, screw this city, screw the twats in the city who thought it fun to release a giant youma into a concert. She was going to go live on her wonder for the rest of her life as a hermit.
The Squire snarled and charge with little care for the chairs or the other powereds or even the civilians. Anger gave wonderful clarity when necessary, she found. That whole Jedi code thing of anger leading to the Dark side was wrong; she'd seen the Dark side and it stared back, and it was no anger that led her there. Anger gave her strength. Anger gave her purpose. Androncius held onto that anger and put all of it into her mace arm.
She leapt from one of the chairs and slammed her mace into the youma's chest. "GO. TO. HELL."
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Name: Angel Aimless / Sailor Astarte
HP: 25
Physical Attack left: 5/5
Power Attack left: 2/2
Status: Paralyzed
Potions: None
Angel watched in a panic as the youma appeared. It was big, it was angry, and she wondered who of Chaos decided to let out this monstrosity. She was still paralyzed though, and could only watch from her chair. Bugger all. She hoped it wore off soon...
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