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Indigo_Plateau rolled 1 8-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-8)
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 Posted: Sun May 12, 2024 10:21 am
(Roll for Undine’s ^ post)
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Kyuseisha no Hikari rolled 1 8-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-8)
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2024 10:28 am
Soleiyu, Humanoid Mauvian
HP: 24/50
Damage: 5
Action: Throwing some subspace gadget trash at the chrysocyon
Hunger, loneliness. Soleiyu suffered from neither in everyday life, so the magic from the chrysocyon left him reeling. Of course it should have, though, it was Chaos--and he knew how fearful Fang was of whatever corruption had polluted his world.
Soleiyu had never doubted the validity of that fear, and being on Fang was a harrowing experience. It was different from the other Chaos-inflicted worlds he’d visited because this felt so much more personal. He lived with Fang, he knew Todd. His little quirks, his fears, his worries.
The crowd had separated Soleiyu from everyone he knew a while ago, but he’d been small back then. Well, smaller. He was by no means a tiny cat, but in this form it was still hard to compete with full sized people.
For a while, he’d kept that form–small enough to avoid much notice from ally or enemy.
It wasn’t out of fear for his own well-being; he played his part and did what he could.
He was of little use to them now in this form. His paws helped him with a great many things, but the strength of humanoid arms far exceeded that of his Mauvian limbs. He shifted into his his humanoid form, glad that he didn’t need to worry about his energy signature here.
The chrysocyon had too many people to worry about to care about a single Mauvian.
Still, the loneliness pricked at him. He was here alone. He wans’t supposed to be, the others were here. He knew he wasn’t far from Lysithea but he couldn’t see her. Or any members of the Court, either. Not even Michel, not even Fang.
Were they okay? Was he too late? Were they together?
Were they alone, too?
Soleiyu ignored the nipping, empty sensation of loneliness as best he could. The sensation only bred too much self-doubt and worry and he knew how unproductive and distracting it was. It might have been magic--must have been. He didn't have these thoughts, these feelings, on his own.
The only rational thing to do was find something to overcome the sensation--and logic trumped emotions every time. He could repeat a mantra in his mind, he could think about everyone he had in his life, he could know that when this was all over, they'd still go home. If he could just see everyone, if he could just know that they were here and okay, that might have been enough to break through the haze of emotions.
Such things were easier said than done.
He couldn’t see any of them but he could see the source of this strife. Giant, and snarling, and giving its best effort to tear them down before they got the upper hand. The Chaos made Soleiyu's skin crawl. His tail took up too much space; he was more likely to get stepped on than he was to make much of an impact if he tried to run any closer.
He had too many half-finished gadgets in his subspace, and in lieu of digging around on Fang to find something worth throwing, he just grabbed a scrap and chucked it at the giant before he gathered up his tail and tried to make his way through the crowd in search of a familiar face.
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Guine rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2024 10:29 am
Eternal Sailor Varuna, Senshi of AvalanchesHP: 85 - 11 = 74 Damage: (Direct Damage 10 + 2d6) 20Action: Attacking. Staying next to Adria and Daphne Loneliness was a bite that was not unfamiliar to Varuna. It was heavy, like trying to wade through quicksand. The threat of being swallowed whole was very real. Even if you stopped moving, there was still danger in being forgotten.
She remembered how she used to be very vocal as a child. Excited to play and run around. Eager about learning new things and playing with her cousin.
Things changed. There were divorces, and broken families. Her father moved away, and she never saw him again. She wished she never saw her mother again. She never touched her -- and maybe that was why Varuna was so eager for touch now -- but the things her mother had said to her, the things she’d done to break her confidence, to shove her down and make sure every time she opened her mouth, she would have to question if it was worth it, or if it would just mean being ignored or mocked or ridiculed or yelled at.
So she stopped talking. It was easier not to. And those she did speak to, she was comfortable around. Although she didn’t have to speak to them and they’d understand. The animals she cared for didn’t speak, so she got used to communicating in other ways.
Her auntie was back in the city now, and she’d been more of a mother to her than her own had been. She just wished she’d never left in the first place, although she understood why she did.
The woman with the tail (Daphne) was being hit hard by whatever loneliness was seeping into her heart. She was on her knees.
Varuna didn’t know her very well, but that didn’t stop her from lowering herself to her knees and wrapping her arms around her and holding her tightly for a few moments. She pressed a kiss against her forehead and stroked her hair, and gave her one more squeeze before standing up.
She didn’t move far. She needed to get to Adria, whom she also wrapped her arms around. She stroked his hair and pressed a kiss to his temple.
“Stay with me,” she whispered to him. He looked broken and lost. Just as bad as Daphne. Varuna would feel her own despair later. For now, she wanted to do whatever she could to keep the others close. She wanted to get to Lysithea and Malus too. But with only two arms, she could only do so much.
Varuna took hold of Adria’s hand, and pulled him closer to Daphne to stand beside, close enough that she could place a hand on her shoulder once she’d sent out another wave of her magic. Although she was careful to cast the magic just under the large wolf, and not anyone near it. Quote: Snow Slide: Snow suddenly materializes within a eight foot radius, twelve inches deep beneath the feet of Varuna's opponent(s), pushing them up and off solid ground, then rolls out from under them at the speed of a fast treadmill, lasting only about ten seconds. Very high potential for the opponent to slip and fall and get soaked with snow even as it disappears after it melts. Twenty-five foot attack range from Varuna. Can be used three times, four times her final limit.
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Kyuseisha no Hikari rolled 3 4-sided dice:
4, 4, 2
Total: 10 (3-12)
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2024 10:30 am
Adria, Eternal Senshi of Sunsets
HP: 74/100
Damage: (Indirect Damage ; 10 + 3d4) = 20
Action: With Varuna and Daphne; talking to them while holding Varuna's hand, and holding Daphne's shoulder, casting his magic at the big chrysocyon
Loneliness was powerful. It didn’t matter if Adria had tread a sea of it in his life, some days were better than others and today was suddenly bad. Usually he was able to navigate the dark waters, and if he sensed that his thoughts or feelings were going down the wrong path, he could find an escape in other ways. He could go out and volunteer, he could be around people that wanted him there. Or he could disappear into a book, into a fictional world where everything was pre-planned and prewritten and even better if he already knew how the story ended.
He could be alone, but comforted by pages of vibrant characters and meaningful stories.
There was none of that there. He had no preparation, no warning. None of his usual rituals would work now.
It was just sudden, piercing, loneliness.
Adria had never been fortunate with friends. He had good friends now! But for much of his life–most of his life–he had been on the outskirts of every social circle. And when he did make friends, his brother was always there to harass him. Eventually it was easiest just to drop out of school. Spare himself the humiliation. His grades were getting worse there anyway, but how was he supposed to succeed when the only thing he was learning was how to hate himself?
He’d thrived on his own–sort of. On paper. It was a miserable experience. No one had even missed him. It was part of why it was so easy to write stories. He could build worlds for himself to escape into. You couldn’t be lonely when you were busy. Worldbuilding was hard work! Writing people was hard work!
It was an escape. He loved it, but it was lonely.
He was always hiding away, anyway. It didn’t matter if he had some success in publishing, or if he wrote stories that some people read, or even said they liked. He was afraid that someone who saw him, who knew him would find out he was behind his writing. He was terrified of losing everything he’d worked for. He had to keep his lives separate–Malcolm, who was not very impressive and was generally embarrassing to be around, and the other him. Hims, kind of. He had more psuedonyms and pen names than he wanted to admit. But if one name failed, he had others to fall back on.
An infinite supply of secret identities to make sure no one knew the real him.
Of course it was lonely.
It was unsustainable.
It was only just fairly recently that he’d started sharing some of his books with his friends. It was a terrifying process, to peel off the masks and show a side of him he kept secret.
The fear of being alone was terrifying. Worse, because he anticipated that he’d lose the people closest to him because they saw the true him. Not just because they saw whatever shell he projected.
He was trying to be better. He said that every year, every wish upon a shooting star, every New Years resolution, every birthday candle wish.
He was trying.
It was never enough.
Small steps didn’t feel like much at all when the emotional wave of loneliness was so intense right now that he was struggling to breathe. This wasn’t a panic attack–probably–even though he wasn’t breathing, and the corners of his vision were failing, and–
Oh, Varuna. When did she get there? For someone with such cold magic, her arms were so warm.
She was lonely. Her silence said plenty. Her actions said more. She was stronger than he was, but that wasn’t surprising. He felt very brittle and frail some days. Varuna’s soft touches were a light in the darkness. His sight returned and he felt more stable, more aware. It took a few seconds for him to understand what she’d said, but as he searched her face, he nodded.
“I’m here,” he promised. It was binding. He said he was here so he had to be. No more wallowing in emotions, no more doubting, no more questioning what the feeling meant, or why, or–or, any of it.
He squeezed Varuna’s hand in gratitude when his voice failed him, but Daphne was there and on the ground and miserable. He didn’t release Varuna’s hand, but in a flash of clarity he aimed his magic at the chrysocyon. The loneliness was still chipping away at him, but he felt her hand in his own and he let it keep his mind clear.
With his free hand, he found Daphne’s shoulder, too. “Daphne–I don’t know if it will matter, but–I’m here,” he said. “If I can do anything for you–”
Well, they couldn’t exactly talk about it right now in the middle of a fight. He looked at Varuna, just to make sure she knew that the words were for her, too. Even if Daphne seemed like she needed the support more.
“I’ll do whatever I can to support you. I can help you up,” he said, and he offered his hand. He wasn’t going to pull her up against her will, and if she wanted to stay on the ground, that was okay, too. He wasn’t at his best right now but Varuna was fighting. He could fight, too. He didn’t have much strength to spare but he’d give his all for his friends.
Fang had suffered so much. He could imagine the weight of losing everyone and everything you loved. Losing your world. But it was just a story in his head. It was real for him. For Daphne, too. How could anyone blame them for feeling such anguish in times like these? When trying your hardest might not mean anything?
It could have been so easy to slip into despair, to heed the lonely call of dark thoughts, but Varuna’s hand was warm in his own and kept him here and there.
He hoped they could help Daphne out of whatever misery swallowing her up, too.
Quote: Adria summons a basketball sized glowing orb that he must hold between both hands. He is capable of throwing it up to ten feet away. Once thrown, the orb, mimicking a sun, will begin to set rapidly. During this process (which takes roughly fifteen seconds), everyone within a ten foot radius of the orb will feel a peaceful warmth wash over them; they will feel compelled to watch the orb set. It is relaxing but not threatening; the orb can do no damage to anyone who comes in contact with it nor the ground beneath it. At this point the attack is primarily distraction and stronger willed individuals can break free of its spell. The second the sun sets, a bright green flash will blind all targets looking at the orb for fifteen additional seconds. This can cause extreme discomfort to the eyes but will incur no lasting damage. Their vision will begin to return before the end of the attack. This attack can be used once per battle.
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SSBrosB rolled 3 6-sided dice:
6, 4, 4
Total: 14 (3-18)
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2024 11:14 am
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SSBrosB rolled 2 4-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-8)
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2024 11:16 am
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SSBrosB rolled 3 4-sided dice:
4, 4, 4
Total: 12 (3-12)
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2024 11:17 am
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Sleet Tempest Snape rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2024 11:29 am
Deep Space Sailor Selinur, glaze ice.HP: 49/75Struggling against the magic of loneliness, over coming, and moving in to attack. Damage done: 10 + 8 = 18Selinur knew this thing, this beast, was using mind tricks as well as deploying mini versions of itself for the physical side of things, it's magic was focused on feelings from what he could guess. The one attack, as with senshi magic, was likely tied into whatever other magic it posessed. It made it easy to guess and brace for it when the creature let out another barking like growl. Growling himself, showing his displeasure with thie beast, he was ready for whatever came. It would be a trick and he knew it - it wouldn't be real.
The feeling of being alone which swept through him took his breath away for a moment. He knew what it was like to be alone...to be so utterly alone for so long - a thousand years. He'd wandered his planet, destroyed by the mistakes of his own people, and he'd had to see it all over and over again. The lesson settling into his bones as he knew the mistake they'd made, what it had cost them, and he knew they couldn't return to that if ever people populated the place again. They would need to find a proper balance and not allow this to happen again. He'd been alone long enough to think, to read, and to write out ideas on how things should be done in the future.
Staggering back the blond lowered his head, took slow breaths, he needed to get past this. He kept telling himself, lips moving as whispered words passed his lips, reminding himself that this was just magic. He'd survived being alone - this was not that. He'd survived it and come out well enough, he'd spent his time reading and writting, there were people here...unlike back home. This wasn't being alone, even if he didn't know most of these people. They were still senshi and knights....they had a common cause.
Gritting his teeth the blond stook a stepforward, followed by another. This was just a trick and no one here was alone, even the one who called this place home. They were most certainly not alone - look how many were here.
Fisting his shirt with his left hand the senshi of glaze moved in close, looking to those around him. "Silly magic tricks...all manipulations." Looking over the knights gathered he felt his chest tighten at the loss of his own...well they weren't his but they had lived on his planet - they had been his people. They had served to keep Selinur, and himself, safe. They were all gone now...he'd held some in his arms as they died, as blood seeped from their lips in a frothing mess of iron cented red. He could remember them - all of them. Their names and their faces...they were burned into his mind, just as his own parents deaths were. His mother had survived his father but only by a day. Illness might have taken her in the end...but she had given up as well, he had seen it in her eyes, he knew that even if somehow she could have lived she would not have wanted to.
Earth was so full of life, many senshi and knights from Earth were here now, and he wondered if any of his long dead knights had been reborn there as so many others had been. He could see so many struggling here...over coming and working together. This was not alone - he wasn't alone even if his own planet was devoid of life. There was life on Earth and he was there amongst it. For that, for those here, he had to fight and ignore his thoguhts which kept trying to fall back to those feelings of being alone, to thoughts of the past, because there was no reason to think on the past - not now and not here.
As he drew closer to the beat, too close perhaps, the blond pushed on his magic, wishing he had acess to more, he knew this would have to do and he would have to hope for the best. Super magic was all he could manage for now...soon though, he knew it would be soon, he'd have more magic. Freeze up he thought, a glance down to the ground as he let his magic do it's thing.
Quote: Super Sailor Scout Attack: Freeze up.
Selinur will tap his foot gently on the ground, whilst calling out his attack, this attack can be used two times in battle and lasts 35 second each time. When he taps his foot on the ground it’ll cause the temperature to drop within a 7 foot radius of him. For the duration of his magic, it appears as though chilly rain is rapidly falling around him. Wherever the rain drops land will immediately solidify into a frozen glaze. He will be immune to the glaze but the ground beneath him and anyone or anything who comes into contact with the falling rain will be rapidly chilled by the layer of glaze that grows over them. The ground beneath him will rapidly become slippery, and any items near him will become too cold and slippery to pick up. The seven foot radius of his magic moves with him, however the more he moves, the less rain coats an area and the less slippery it will be. When the magic ends, the glaze will immediately dissipate unless players want to have lasting damage. The rain falls much faster at this stage than it did in his basic magic, allowing him to coat more in less time. (Open for interactions.)
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lizbot rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2024 11:36 am
Squire Halle of LysitheaHP: 49/75 DMG: 8 Action: missing his shield timing, thinking too much, attacking the mother directly The horrible roar sounded again and Halle had been ready for it, willing his shield magic to come forth and protect- The effect hit him before the shield could appear and he wavered, uncertain. Wouldn't Lisse resent it? Did he even need- And by then it was too late, he could tell in the moment where heartbreak briefly flashed across his brother's features. It was gone fast, replaced with steadfast concern and determination. Halle's shield appeared off tot he side, too late and thankfully unnecessary, Lisse likely to never realize it'd been there. Exhaling with relief, the loneliness began to fully take over, what had stayed his hand briefly now fixed his thoughts as well. Halle ideas, about these sorts of emotional magics. That most of them couldn't just summon something from nothing. They had to find the cracks already existing in people, get the purchase necessary to wedge them open and expose something underneath. Shallow cracks led to shallow results, but sometimes... HJe'd never gone hungry for more than half a day. It could hurt and be distracting, but it hadn't really bothered him or left much in the way of after effects. Loneliness though... The magic had found a seemingly thin crack in him, and used it to crack Halle wide open, vulnerable and tender heart exposed to the air. In nearly every way, Halle had never been truly alone in his life. Even before he was born, his was a shared existence. There was and always would be a warmth by his side. Lisse...Luke...his little brother and twin. But there was always something a little wrong with Halle, with Jason. He'd been serious and anxious from a young age, always trying to make up for the void their father left, for the life their mother gave up for them. It wasn't his place, and it wasn't really in his power either. Nobody asked him to, he'd decided on his own. His mother hated it, she didn't hate him for it, just didn't like having to be around this son, bossy and manipulative. Always bearing some kind of judgement about her or their lives. Luckily, Luke was so, so much better. He was kind, and where he went, joy inevitably followed. He was generous and more likely to appreciate people than ever bother judging them. Everyone loved him and loved being around him, and Jason was no different. It never occurred to him to try and copy Luke, to try to be loved and sought out. No, the most important thing was to cherish those traits in his brother, and to try and protect them as best he could. To stay by Luke and keep the dust of the world from dirtying that brightness. Ever since the move to DC, everything had gone wrong. Even the new things that were good were also...part of what was spiraling out of his grasp. He was anxious all the time, losing sleep all the time, he'd gotten bossier in his anxiety. Angry in his helplessness and fear. Where once it was just their mom who would avoid him, now Luke and Lena would avoid him at turns, not wanting to deal with his schedules or scolding. And he himself pulled back. Even if he was avoided, he didn't want to be hated by them. It's better to be alone than hated, or worse, harmful to them by pushing so much they moved away into the opposite direction. And even Mechelen now. When was the last time he'd seen her? He remembered her offer to stay with him, on Urania when they were stating their fears, and he brought up his own. Of being left behind. And how he'd rejected her offer without hesitation. Because he knew that he didn't deserve that, and that he couldn't bear the thought of her giving up a whole life of everything else just to comfort someone like him. Halle was avoided, but he also knew that he hadn't been abandoned, and if he was lonely, he'd at least never be truly alone. It's okay to be apart from those important to him, it let him see the bigger picture with all its future challenges and dangers, and it kept from him dimming their light and joy by staying too persistently close. It was how he could protect them, and give them the space to grow and protect themselves. Turning away from his brother, Halle held onto the weight of loneliness and faced the giant beast that was still attacking. The burden of responsibility made his shield feel both heavy and powerful as he smashed it toward her snout.
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lizbot rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2024 12:23 pm
DSS Grieve of The CollapseHP: 24/50 Damage: 12 Action: gossip, thoughts, and the end of all things. "Not, it's Kaifeng and his DickBrick," Grieve corrected with a sly leer. It was odd for her to not favor the senshi as more important, especially a senshi who had Survived. But she knew well and clear who was in control in that relationship. Plus, it helped that it was ******** funny when they weren't busy being obnoxiously soft at one another. Ugh.Glancing back at Murikabushi, she wondered if this one also had a penchant for overly-charismatic dickbags that flashed their vulnerability around like the sorts of high ticket brothel workers that always made a patron drink tea first. The air vibrated with another roar and if Grieve's mind was ready for the attack then oh... oh Fang's enemy truly dug into the lived experiences of the centuries. Maybe it had learned and shaped itself off of his existence on this dying world. Before he'd left it to gain back strength and allies on Earth. The pit of starvation had been with her too, and even now, Grieve always felt it waiting around any corner. That desperate emptiness and need. But as shitty as it could be, starvation was also simple. Even if it was always waiting in the wings, the solution was to just go ******** eat something. Loneliness, on the other hand, could only really be solved by becoming a less ******** up person. Something senshi and knights were notoriously bad at.Once she'd killed her world, Grieve had been alone to wander, explore, and survive the environment. For long stretches, she'd settle in a place. Make things and craft silent companions from the bodies of the dead to occupy the same space. She'd make herself a throne of bone and hide, she'd juggle the crowns of fallen kings. And she'd wait. Because beyond the sky there were other worlds, better worlds. There were friends and enemies and thousands of acquaintances. Maybe some would come here, but maybe they wouldn't. Grieve was a shithole world, and she was a shitty person. And that was okay. Even if she spent the rest of her days alone, she could always look up and know that there were countless lives moving back and forth, just out of sight. Except, after she'd left and was once again surrounded by people and lives, walking the paths of a true living world, she knew they hadn't been. The fading of color from cloth, the crumbling of stone and metal, of a civilization being worn down by wind and rain until only a remnant remained. That had all been the clock of countless worlds beyond her own, time marching forward and leaving everything behind. Sometimes, a lot of times really, it wasn't the situation or place where they could fight one another. Couldn't have a little spar to show off who was stronger, faster, whatever. But that didn't mean the members of the Nameless were gonna give up on their perpetual need for d**k measuring contests. So My Sphere is More Powerful than Your Sphere debates happened on the regular. It was all talk and no magic, countless improbable scenarios dreamt up to showcase how effective they could be where others were practically helpless with their silly baby magics. Grieve, of course, was always happy to join even if she had to make up for her lack of eloquence with crude gestures and cruder descriptions of their mother, their father, or whatever ******** hole they fell out of. And when she'd been told, that it was all gone, that it had all fallen in much the same way as her own world, the centuries of being alone transformed behind her and whatever loneliness she'd held at bay with skies full of life and possibility, came crashing down at once. With tears and laughter, she knew that in the end, she'd won. The Collapse, of one...or many, the inevitability of the fall of all things, had won. Still laughing now, in the face of just some ******** beast, some ******** remnant of that fall, still crying for the dimming of the universe, Grieve struck out with her magic one last time. Be crushed under the weight of ******** time, you old b***h. Bear it until your bones collapse, until you become one with the ******** ground and join the rest of your world. Your time has long past. It's time to feed the fresh world that will rise from your flesh. Let your bones be ground to sand, and fill up a new hourglass. Quote: One Will Fall
Grieve will either say the phrase while looking at the target, point while looking at the target, or directly touch the target's limb in order to cast. When hit with the attack, the target will feel their body collapsing in on itself with a pair of limbs (either both arms or both legs) feeing completely crushed under the pressure and no longer able to move or support their body . No lasting damage unless the player decides the target took some from any resulting fall.
Range: 10 feet
Targets: single
Duration: 15s
Uses: 3 2 1
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Sleet Tempest Snape rolled 1 8-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2024 12:50 pm
Sailor Pleione, Senshi of Fog.HP: 24/50Physical damage, throwing something he found on the ground. So stuck in his thoughts, and worries, about zombies and what that could mean for everyone here and perhaps even people on Earth, Pleione was knocked out of his growing panic and worry by the 'mothers' magic as it hit him just as it did everyone else. Sending him staggering back, as if that was really a bad thing for him, the blond sat there for a moment trying to figure himself out. He felt...alone and he really was - wasn't he?
He knew only one person here...this wasn't his fight, this wasn't anywhere he belonged. he had no reason for being here and he didn't even want to be here, he'd been brought here by that one armed alien. He didn't want to be confrontational and start some sort of a fight, or drama, so he'd agreed to come. But he knew he didn't belong here and seeing everyone close, act ing together, it was obvious people here knew each other and he was just an outsider who didn't belong.
Why was he even here? Why was he trying to do anything? He was just a weak senshi who knew no one here...he was useless to everyone here...useless.
Was that why Fiona had left him? Was it because she saw that he was useless and so she'd left him alone? He was certain she hadn't given him the reason reason, orr all the reasons, for dumping him. Was that why?
Lost in his feelings the senshi of fog finally heard something, something loud and calling..his name? It was that senshi name...the one he didn't like, didn't want to be. But who? Turning his head slowly, feeling as if he were in a fog, the senshi finally spotted someone he knew...another person. That alien one with the missing arm. Finally he seemed to come out of the fog slowly and blinking he felt the weight lifting off himself.
"Procyon..." Trailing off as he made his way closer to the other, scooping something off the ground as he went. He took a moment to throw the object at the beast which had hit a little too close to home for him - hit his feelings a little too hard.
Sara Draconia Not enjyoing this one bit, come find him...
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2024 3:58 pm
ZOMBIE CHRYSOCYON: -120/1400 The giant Chrysocyon wobbled. All of the attacks had finally worn down its already broken body, and it gave a weak roar, trying to summon up the strength to do something, anything— But nothing came. Not for it. It fell to the ground, exhausted, still clinging to some form of life, and tried to roar again. Fang drew strength from the presence of Ilse, with her hand on his shoulder, casting her magic to protect him— Ilse, who'd stood right by him this entire fight, and as he stood on shaking legs, he glanced around—all of his friends, all the people he knew and loved and so many more whose names he didn't know... They'd all come to help him. He grit his teeth, glaring up at the monster that had claimed his home, his mother, and tried to break him. He would not be broken. He would never be alone, or cold, or hungry ever again. He snarled. "Roaring Slash!" Quote: Fang lets out the distinctive roar-bark of the Chrysocyon after calling his attack, and two ghostly paws extend from his arms and stay there, allowing him to swipe at any and all targets within range with his Chrysocyon claws for about twenty seconds. The scratches hurt when they hit, rending flesh and causing a small burning sensation. The damage all appears real and has the appearance and sensation of a real wound; the illusion of injury will last until his magic runs out, and forty five seconds after he activated his magic, the wounds will fade. At player discretion, the magic can tear through close, scratch armor, or cause lasting damage. This magic lasts for 45 seconds (20 seconds to attack, and targets will suffer effects for 45 seconds after he started his magic, not when they were hit by it), has one use, and can reach enemies within twenty feet. He laid into the thing puppeting his second mother's corpse, screaming the entire time as he shredded what was left of its face until it stopped moving. It hurt, doing this to something that... looked his mother, but he knew it wasn't. Not anymore. The Chaos presence melted away, the seed finally destroyed. The large corpse in front of him shrank back down to its normal size. The darkness on the planet lifted. For the first time in a thousand years, the sun rose on Planet Fang.  He looked to it for a brief moment, breath catching at the beauty of it, but then... he felt something. He looked back to the horrific corpse of his mother, only to see her standing next to it—a version of her, anyway. She sparkled, all white and... ghostly, he realized, dropping to his knees for what felt like the hundredth time today, but this time out of awe rather than fear and pain. " Mother," he whispered, reaching out to her. His hands passed through her fur, but she didn't seem to mind, stepping forward and pressing her tongue to his forehead. It tingled—not in the usual way, if her tongue had been warm and real, but... it didn't matter. He was getting to say goodbye. " Rest. Fang will bury you again," he promised softly, swallowing. She stared at him for a long moment, wagged her tail once, and bowed her head. Then she vanished in a cloud of mist as the sun's rays hit her, and Fang stood—he... he would probably cry later. Right now, he mostly felt... numb. There was some joy in there—it had worked. He'd saved his planet. He couldn't do anything for the lives long lost. He couldn't even remember his actual Fangan mother anymore. But the sun was rising. He'd said goodbye. He would bury his Chrysocyon mother in a place of honor—maybe he'd find some way to get a statue of her made. It seemed appropriate. The sun climbed further in the sky, illuminating the land—desolate as it was, Fang felt... happy. This was literally the dawn of a new day, and he would fix his planet. He knew he could bring the plants and animals back, he'd seen the evidence with other people's planets and Wonders. He wanted that more than anything. He looked, again, to Ilse. Feelings swirled inside his chest like an overwhelming storm, and he stepped closer to her, sweeping her in his arms and kissing her. This, too, felt right. He loved her. He pulled away after a few moments and smiled at her dazed expression, tucking some hair behind her ear before turning to address the crowd of people. " Fang grateful for everyone's help," he spoke. " Chaos gone... Fang very happy. Fang know not how to thank all of you. But..." From the deepest depths of his memory arose a small conversation—there was something called a "treasury" in the town they stood in, that had... well, some kind of treasure. He cast his eyes about, trying to figure out which building it was, and then realized that one of the few buildings that had actually been destroyed must have been this "treasury", because in the light of day, he could see that many of the rocks people had been throwing were actually coins with his senshi mark on them. The battled had scattered them about everywhere, but most of them remained spilling out of the old treasury building where the vault must have been. He strode over and picked one up, then offered the first one to the closest person—Michel. " All can have one coin," he announced. " Not like any use for money, anymore. Fang thanks everyone again." He felt... drained. But he sat by the pile of coins to give to anyone who wanted one, and faced the sun with a small smile on his face. The sun felt so warm. Never again would he be cold, hungry, or lonely. This he knew. The world he used to live on wasn't perfect... but he would heal it, with his friends and family by his side. Quote: That's all, folks! Thank you for coming to my event~ I had a great time and I hope you all did too! Everyone gets to have one of the new RP Items—maybe your character just picked one off the ground, or came to Fang for one directly, feel free to headcanon whatever. Every character present can get one, this isn't one per player. Quote: Chrysocoin of ComfortA small, exquisitely carved, wooden coin with a chrysocyon paw carved into it. The coin itself is a light wood, almost birch in appearance, and the paw is stained to a rich mahogany dark shade. Rub the coin over the paw, and a feeling of comfort will embrace you, as if you've just had a long conversation with a good friend of yours. It can be used once per day, and the magic lasts for up to ten minutes in non battle environments.
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2024 4:26 pm
Botein, Super Senshi of AmuletsIt was done. It was all done. With a sigh of relief Botein sank to the ground, the dust going up in a slight puff as her behind hit the packed dirt. They had all worked together to get through that. "Oh thank goodness," She muttered quietly to herself, catching her breath as the sun rose over the horizon. It really was quite beautiful. The sparkling white flash drew her attention and after a moment Botein looked away to give the man some personal time with what ever that ghost like aberration was. Instead she went back to watching the sunrise. She didn't climb to her feet until Fang, the man with the animal ears, called everyone over and passed them a little wooden coin, along with his thanks. "Glad to help. If you need anything else don't hesitate to ask," She told him with a smile even as she took the offered token and made way for everyone else. It was definitely past time to go home but still... "If anyone needs some first aid or minor magical healing just let me know. I still have a few more magical bandages and I always carry a first aid kit." She offered to the crowd in general. Botein didn't really think anyone would take her up on the offer but it was still better to offer then not. Once she got home she was definitely taking a hot shower and then crawling into bed. Glorious, glorious bed! genovianprince Fang is welcome to call Botein for anything ^_^ she always enjoys new friends [Open for any further interaction if anyone needs/wants more, if not this is her exit post <3 ]
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2024 5:08 pm
Ellicott, Super Senshi of Dances"Bloody hell," Ellicott huffed out before just laying down and zoning out as soon as the zombie collapsed. It was done. The fighting was all done and now she had a new nightmare to add to her steadily growing collection. Ultimately it didn't matter since the fight was done, the planet was saved, the senshi was helped, and all the rest of that crap that scrolled by at the end of the movies before the credits were played. It was over. She was finished. Time to go home... with a small wooden token as a prize. Considering she spent the majority of the fight throwing things, the wooden token kind of made sense. At least she hadn't just spent the fight at a shooting gallery or doing skeet ball. Ellicott really wasn't very good at those carnival type games. With a final smile and an assurance that she would be willing to help again if needed the senshi headed home. She would need a stiff drink or something to be able to sleep that night but still... helping did make her feel happy. Ellicott really was quite glad to have helped, even if it was just throwing some stones. [Ellicott Exit]
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Bishoujo-senshi Mahou-shoujo
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2024 9:01 am
The effects of the magic faded. She was out of her own memories and was on another world again. And she could see Chrysocyon. The sunset caused her starry eyes to water, It was over. They had beat the beast. Then why were tears falling from her eyes? The deep space senshi thanked the senshi and looked at the coin. Urania had a lot to learn if she was going to help others clear their worlds of Chaos! ❂
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