Name: Cyril Race: Mutated Geist Stage: Junior HP: 130 MP: 45 Maximum Specialization: -15 (applied to: ) Racial Buffs: Temporal has -10 Buff, Aether has -10 Buff, Divination has -10 Buff
Racial Debuffs: Gaestia has +15 Debuff, Alchemy has +10 Debuff
Personal Spell Book Known Spells:
Telekinesis: (Aether) Bonus: -10 Cost: 20 MP Effect: HP+/- (this can be used to help or harm, depending on the caster's application) ||| MP 0 Method: Focus ||| Source: Divine Use: Using energy as a force to grasp and move matter with one's will. The weight and size of the object is directly proportionate to the difficulty of manipulating it. Energy can be used to push, pull, lift or throw things. Targets with their own innate motion are more challenging to overpower and manipulate than stationary ones. Combining this spell with transmutation magics, like Weightless or Gravity, can ease the strain on the caster.
Slow: (Temporal) Bonus: -10 Cost: 10 MP Effect: HP (- difficulty to intervene or prepare for incoming action) ||| MP (- difficulty to intervene or prepare for incoming action) Method: Casting ||| Source: Divine Use: This magic enables the caster to slow a target (object or person) for a short time. This can be used to 'buy time': catch something (or someone) before they fall, evade an incoming attack or projectile, or just more clearly see what exactly is happening during rapid fire moments. It is debatable if this magic actually slows the target, or if it temporarily increases the onlookers perception to be able to track the action at lightning speeds.
Spell mimic: (Illusion) Bonus: --- Cost: 5 MP Effect: HP 0 ||| MP 0 Method: Casting ||| Source: Practical Use: This illusion can pretend to be any other magic, except that its physical affects are pure illusion. The more senses a particular Spell would normally effect, the harder the mimic will become. Sometimes, at a glance it is enough to convince or deter another individual regarding a chosen course of action.
Inventory: None
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2017 10:07 pm
Barb Rose
“I'll go first,” Barb offered when the teacher asked for volunteers for a practise match. Around her, she felt her classmates shrink. Some of them visibly winced at the sound of her voice. The rugged baphomet never volunteered for anything, especially not anything class related. For an assignment to pique her interest only meant trouble. Someone was going to get a beat-down, if not now, then later.
Stepping down from the bleachers, where the rest of her class watched in uneasy silence, Barb crossed the gym floor to the makeshift arena. The surrounding area had been marked with runes and wards to keep the effects of the magic contained. Safety first, as always. Like they would have such protective measures in a real fight. Her lip curled in disgust. What a bunch of babies. Barb turned back to face the bleachers.
“Hey, Cyril,” she called. She stomped a hoof. The geist was easy to single out, even as he tried to shrivel into the background. His glowing markings made him stand out against his peers. More than that though, Barb's gaze was drawn to the geist's hideous third eye. It always seemed to be staring at her. “You wanna join me?” she asked. Something in her expression suggested that she would not take no for an answer.
Random Nobody 13
I just wanted to get an intro out of the way before we started swinging. You can go first or I can on my next post!
Name: Cyril Current HP: 130/130 Current MP: 35/45 Damage Dealt: Cyril flinched, trying to hunch down into the crowd when Barb volunteered. Nothing good ever came from her doing so. Since the majority of the class had mimicked the action, he wasn’t as hidden as he’d hoped to be. He half hoped she’d pick on someone else, but of course it was his name she called out.
His bioluminescent patches flashed his pattern for panic, but he was quick to stifle that. Not that there were very many who could actually read his particular patterns. Nobody would mistake his expression for anything positive though. “Y-yeah?” his tone was more indicative that anything else would be the case. So he slunk down the bleachers to join her in the protective circle.
Before she could do anything else, Cyril was quick to cast one spell. Slow would give him a fighting chance to avoid anything she chose to throw at him.
Spell & Inventory:
Slow: (Temporal) Bonus: -10 Cost: 10 MP Effect: HP (- difficulty to intervene or prepare for incoming action) ||| MP (- difficulty to intervene or prepare for incoming action) Method: Casting ||| Source: Divine
Inventory: Empty
Green Minuet
Cyril went NO WAY AM I LETTING HER GO FIRST. Hope this's fine. c:
Barb smirked as the geist made his reluctant descent from the bleachers to arena. Although surprised he had not tried to cough of some excuse to avoid facing her, she could not have been happier when he started down those steps. Waiting eagerly, she cracked her knuckles with the usual aggressive showmanship, never mind that she had no need of her fists. It made for a great intimidation tactic.
When Cyril crossed over the protection runes, Barb opened her mouth to jeer at him Before she could get so much as one word out however the geist burst into movement. All of limbs seemed to turn to lead. It felt as though she were swimming through thick jello. In that instant, Barb's good mood (if it could even be called that) dissipated. A fury filled her at realising what he had done.
She clapped her hands together as quickly as her temporal state would allow. The slow flash of a spark began between her finger tips.
[ Barb does 0 damage. ]
Random Nobody 13
Yup, yup! All good!
Posted: Sat May 27, 2017 1:54 am
Name: Cyril Current HP: 130/130 Current MP: 35/45 Damage Dealt:
omfg, can't believe i did that. i had ONE JOB, and messed it up
Spell & Inventory:
Spell mimic: (Illusion) Bonus: --- Cost: 5 MP Effect: HP 0 ||| MP 0 Method: Casting ||| Source: Practical Use: This illusion can pretend to be any other magic, except that its physical affects are pure illusion. The more senses a particular Spell would normally effect, the harder the mimic will become. Sometimes, at a glance it is enough to convince or deter another individual regarding a chosen course of action.
Name: Cyril Current HP: 130/130 Current MP: 35/45 Damage Dealt:
Oh, no. Ooooh no. Maybe the Slow spell had been a bad idea. It was just, she’d looked so happy to fight, er, battle him. That never bode well for anyone on the receiving end of that happy look. Cyril swallowed, his mouth suddenly gone dry. Well, the spell had worked, at least. But the look on her face, and the spark slowly coming to life in her hands, were not a good sign.
Now seemed like a very good time to ‘fake it’. Cyril mimicked her actions, as if he was going to cast the same spell. Spell Mimic could trick her so that she wouldn’t actually complete the spell, right? Right???
Cyril was so nervous that he couldn’t get the spell to work right. Instead, he just looked like a fool, waving his hands around. At that moment, if he could have just been absorbed into the ground, he would not have minded in the slightest.
Spell & Inventory:
Spell mimic: (Illusion) Bonus: --- Cost: 5 MP Effect: HP 0 ||| MP 0 Method: Casting ||| Source: Practical Use: This illusion can pretend to be any other magic, except that its physical affects are pure illusion. The more senses a particular Spell would normally effect, the harder the mimic will become. Sometimes, at a glance it is enough to convince or deter another individual regarding a chosen course of action.
Inventory: Empty
Green Minuet
Green Minuet rolled 2 100-sided dice:
67, 4Total: 71 (2-200)
Time crawled. Literally. Each sluggish second only fed into Barb's wrath. She watched with baleful eyes as the geist fumbled through the movements of her own spell. Was he mocking her? Her teeth clenched. All of a sudden, she found herself released from the confines of her temporal prison. The spark burst between her hands and on Cyril's sleeve she saw an ember alight. Determined to get him back, she channelled all her rage into that spark.
A moment later it flickered into life, forming a cute little flame. It could not have done more than singed him.
“Gah!” Barb let out a snarl of frustration. She struggled to even keep the flame lit. Somehow this was all definitely his fault! Cyril did not even have to try make her mad.
Name: Cyril Current HP: 126/130 Current MP: 19/45 Damage Dealt: 52 + (crit!: 52 x .5) = 78 to Barb
Cyril could tell the moment that his Slow spell wore off. The spark he’d been worried about had flared to life, and he almost didn’t notice the ember flaring to life on his sleeve. A brief taste of heat and the sensation was gone. He’d been prepared to deal with a major flame, or something along those lines. His bewildered expression would have faded to relief if he hadn’t noticed Barb looking even more frustrated than before.
Fervently brushing his sleeve off in the hopes to keep her from attempting the same stunt, he decided to use her distractedness to try a spell of his own. Telekinesis was draining, but hopefully she wouldn’t notice the multitude of balls shooting at her until it was too late. He focused all his will into moving at least a half a dozen of the small to medium sized balls toward her. He’d noticed the little cart filled with basketballs and such sitting in the corner as he’d crept onto the arena.
Spell & Inventory:
Telekinesis: (Aether) Bonus: -10 Cost: 20 MP Effect: HP+/- (this can be used to help or harm, depending on the caster's application) ||| MP 0 Method: Focus ||| Source: Divine Use: Using energy as a force to grasp and move matter with one's will. The weight and size of the object is directly proportionate to the difficulty of manipulating it. Energy can be used to push, pull, lift or throw things. Targets with their own innate motion are more challenging to overpower and manipulate than stationary ones. Combining this spell with transmutation magics, like Weightless or Gravity, can ease the strain on the caster.
Inventory: Empty
Green Minuet
Cyril can have hopes, ok??? he just DOESNT WANT TO BE NOTICED.
Green Minuet rolled 2 100-sided dice:
2, 56Total: 58 (2-200)
Even as Cyril squashed the ember on his shoulder, Barb focused all her energy into it willing it to live. If she could get a good fire going, she knew she could make a comeback. She just needed one spark. Her fists clenched at her sides. Her vision zeroed in on the geist's shoulder. She could feel the hum of waiting magic, just at the tip of her fingertips. She was... so... close...!
Barb's head jerked to the side as a basketball took her hard in the face. Several more struck her in the back and shoulders. Another knocked aside her hands. With neither her focus nor the proper gestures to keep the energies she harnessed in check, the magic manifested as it was wild and violent. With a sudden boom, the basketballs around her exploded all at once.
Barb threw up her arm to shield her eyes as a wave of heat rolled over her. Debris expelled outward in a fiery blaze before fizzing and petering out at the edge of the circle.
Name: Cyril Current HP: 126/130 Current MP: 9/45 Damage Dealt: [Cast fail]
Maybe his spell had worked a little too well. Cyril winced when the basketball got her in the face. That would have been bad, but the explosion that happened afterward took it from bad to worse. Just about every basketball around her exploded, the fire-y bits flying everywhere. Cyril was far enough away that he was safe, but Barb was in the middle of all that.
Forgetting that they were supposed to be fighting one another, he tried to cast the spell that had begun this battle: Slow. For the first minute, he could feel the spell forming, magic gathering to his will, but before he could aim it at the flaming debris, the magic fizzled out. He’d hoped to slow their fall long enough that she could get out of there, but they fell too fast, hitting the wards that defined their circle and fizzling out. Since there wasn’t much else he could do, well, that would help anyway, he just watched helplessly, hoping that she wasn’t hurt too badly.
Spell & Inventory:
Slow: (Temporal) Bonus: -10 Cost: 10 MP Effect: HP (- difficulty to intervene or prepare for incoming action) ||| MP (- difficulty to intervene or prepare for incoming action) Method: Casting ||| Source: Divine Inventory: Empty
Green Minuet
Cyril has entered Panic Mode: OHNO oh, did you want me to start Jeanine & Rutta's battle?
Green Minuet rolled 2 100-sided dice:
74, 7Total: 81 (2-200)
In the thick of the smoke, Barb coughed and lowered her arm. Rather than try to escape, she had waited out the effects of the explosion, shielding herself as best she could. The end result was not pretty Melted rubber clung to her fur and clothes. Several holes had burned through her uniform. One sleeve was nearly gone. Her arms and face had been scorched black.
Lungs and eyes burning, the baphomet stepped out from the smoke. As she emerged, she saw the geist regarding her with a kind of horror. Had the situation not been so damn embarrassing, she might have found his reaction amusing. “And what are you looking at?” Barb growled. Unable to contain herself any longer, she marched over to geist and seized him by his shirt collar. Fire flared up around her finger tips, but she didn't mind.
[ Barb does 7 damage. ] [ Cyril gains 7 mana. ]
Random Nobody 13
HE IS SUCH A GOOD KID. I'm sorry that Barb is turning out to be not much of a bully in this, lmao. If you'd like, I'd be really interested in doing a follow-up!
In regards to Ruttaga and Jeanine, I was planning on starting it but I'm just slow with intros sometimes, whoops! I'll see if I can't get to that tonight.
Name: Cyril Current HP: 119/130 Current MP: 16/45 Damage Dealt:
“N-nothing!” Cyril stammered. “I-I just, I, uh, I was just trying to help!” his voice had gone progressively higher as he tried to explain himself. He could feel his mouth going dry as he tried to placate the Baphomet. Barb certainly wasn’t as hurt as he’d feared she be, but the fact that her face was completely black was alarming him. As she pulled on his shirt, he yelped, arms up, as if in surrender, and tried to back away. “I, um, uh; s-should we, um, c-call the battle d-done?” He flinched as little flames burst into being around her fingers.
Maybe they could battle for longer, but he was so done. Especially with the look she was giving him right now. Surely, they had done enough, considering this was just supposed to be a practice battle? Please, please, please, let this be over with. "Especially since class is almost over and you probably want to shower and change, maybe?" He couldn't quite keep his eyes on her face as he muttered the last bit of his sentence with a flush creeping up his cheeks, and his luminescent patches flaring.
Spell & Inventory:
--- Inventory: Empty
Green Minuet
No spell this round because he's trying to coax her to be done. If she decides that's not gonna fly, then we can continue until one of them hits 0 HP or 0 MP xD It's actually better that it's turning out this way. Now Cyril is gonna feel anxious just walking around/going to class/etc because she could be right there waiting to get back at him. So heck yes, to the follow-up. At this rate though, he's gonna have to learn either an attack spell that doesn't use as much mana, or some protective magic
Posted: Mon May 29, 2017 4:42 pm
Barb Rose
Health: 26/160 Mana: 10/40 Cast: NONE
Inventory: None
As Barb glared at the geist, awareness of her surroundings returned to her. Though turned from them, she could feel the stares of her classmates upon her back. Everyone seemed to be collectively holding their breath, waiting for the first physical blow. Barb's breath felt hot in her nostrils. Her eyes narrowed.
Suddenly she yanked the geist towards her, so that his face was mere inches from her own. His gaze had no where to escape. In a low growl that only he could hear, Barb spoke. “Don't. Mess with. Me.” The flames continued to burn around her hand, licking at his collar. There was a moment of unbearable silence. Then she dropped him and shoved him away.
Walking towards the edge of the arena, nonchalant, Barb called up. “We're done.”
Name: Cyril Current HP: 119/130 Current MP: 16/45 Damage Dealt:
Cyril’s gaze was abruptly dragged back to the angry Baphomet when she yanked him even closer. He could have sworn his heart was climbing up his throat, and his pulse was pounding in his ears. He winced, trying to flinch back out of her grasp, at her words, but she had him stuck fast. Just when he thought she was going to throw a punch, she released him. Even as he stumbled back, he was giving an internal sigh of relief.
He gave the teacher a watery smile, then slunk back to his seat on the bleachers, as far away from Barb as he could get. As soon as the teacher released them, he slunk out the door, waiting til Barb had left before he made his retreat. There were singes on his shirt though, so he had to stop by his dorm before he could go to his next class. After this class, he was hoping he didn’t run into Barb for a long while
Spell & Inventory:
--- Inventory: Empty
Green Minuet
we both know how likely he is to get his wish ;D I declare this battle to be Over!
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Cyril flinched, trying to hunch down into the crowd when Barb volunteered. Nothing good ever came from her doing so. Since the majority of the class had mimicked the action, he wasn’t as hidden as he’d hoped to be. He half hoped she’d pick on someone else, but of course it was his name she called out.
