You can start to hear it now. The sounds, bleeding in from somewhere around you, at first hard to hear through the hazy thoughts that are pressing painfully into your memories.
No, not your memories. These are not your memories. This is not you.
Boom.
Louder and louder, like someone is yelling inside of your head, fingernails on a chalkboard with the intensity of just how wrong everything is, and surely you won't be able to survive this, surely your head is going to split apart with the effort of keeping everything inside, with trying to figure out what's happening -
Something b r e a k s -
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You are awake.
You remember who you are. You are a civilian. You are a senshi, a Negaverse agent, a Mauvian Guardian. You are you. You know this, but things are still hazy; your surroundings look like they are melting around you, like a television set that's wavering in and out of focus, blurred lines and fuzzy images. A part of you still wants to fight to stay in the circus, the false memories clutching at your real ones with a painfully tight grasp, but you know who you are.
You are in a tent. An enormous tent, exactly like the one that you first walked into, red and white striped canvas above your head and rows upon rows of wooden benches around you, stadium seating providing a circular view for all participants.
You remember - you are at the circus. Or you were, when you first came in. Everything is a little muddled. Your memories are tangling together. Remembering things is hard.
There is laughter. Easy, floaty, light laughter. It's coming from a man in the center of the ring, haloed in the spotlight.
"Oh, dear me," he says conversationally. "It seems we have a wee bit of a problem."
Behind him there is a deafening roar, muddled, twisted, tangled together. The man lifts his hand and gives a lazy little wave, and the curtains at the far end of the tent push open, something enormous, something massive and twisted and smoky stampeding forward.
"Sorry," says the Ringmaster. "I can't have you going back now, can I? You're taking all of my lovely energy with you, and I'm afraid I need that."
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2018 3:35 pm
Before you can attack the Ringmaster, you must defeat his subordinates!
Each Boss has a certain threshold of damage that must be reached before they are defeated. Please attack HERE in this thread!
You do not have to worry about keeping a CUMULATIVE damage tally. I will calculate everything in the next post. However PLEASE post the personal damage your character has done at the top of your post AS WELL AS WHICH BOSS YOU ARE ATTACKING.
You CAN power up if your character so chooses and in fact is encouraged if you have a powered side. You are also free to fight one another if you wish in side PRPs using the same dice mechanics, but if you are fighting a boss, it MUST be in this thread.
Everything is still hazy. It feels as though things are caught halfway through reality and halfway through the illusion. You are aware of who you are, but the memories are still a mess and you do not remember EVERYTHING about who you are or even who other people are. The illusion makes everything feel darker, more twisted, more chaotic; it's difficult to separate reality from that.
IT IS HARD TO TELL WHO IS WHO. You are not sure if these people are on your side or against you, but either way, they are attacking you.
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ATTACK STATS:
Civilian - 15HP / 1d6-1 (a 0 is a miss) Lieutenant / Basics - 20 HP / 1d8-2 attack (a 0 is a miss) Captain / Super / Mauvian - 30 HP / 1d10-2 attack (a 0 is a miss) General / Eternal / Mauvian Sailor - 40 HP / 1d12-2 attack (a 0 is a miss)
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AUTO DMG: -2 HP every time you attack this boss
An attractive young man who looks to be in his mid to late twenties, with red hair and a dark gray uniform. He's holding a pair of plastic sais in his hands, long and slender and dangerous looking. A scarf is wrapped artistically around his neck, a look of arrogance on his handsome face
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AUTO DMG: -3 HP every time you attack this boss
A well built woman with white hair and a black and red uniform that has ruffles along the hemlines. She carries a parasol with her that's apparently her weapon, and has a boisterous, enthusiastic - and quite smug - attitude about everything going on
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AUTO DMG: -4 HP every time you attack this boss
What you thought was a simple horse in your hallucination is actually a three headed horse who is more nightmarish and skeletal than actual horse. It is black and monstrous, with razor sharp teeth - and hungry for your starseeds.
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AUTO DMG: -5 HP every time you attack this boss
It's not an elephant. In fact, it looks more like a woolly mammoth, the tusks long and lethal, black smoke curling around it. It is, in fact, the personal youma of the man in red, standing a short distance away. It has spent many years under his control, and it is not happy. Getting too close to it means the hallucinations begin again, distorting the air around you so that everything is a confusing mix of reality and illusion.
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Next post will be Wednesday, March 7th, at 9PM EST.
Ciel was confused as the illusion around her fell apart but she didn't hesitate once she realized what was happening before anyone could notice she transformed into Hyperborea.
She felt the dark twisted aura of chaos and felt ashamed for having fallen into one of their traps. She noticed a captain, a big burly lady with a parasol. There were also two youma and a lieutenant but she figured the captain was the biggest threat at the moment and she also probably had the most information.
She leap at the woman swinging her staff. "Who is your General? What are you guys trying to do here?" She demanded answers as she attacked. 11-2= 9 (realized I rolled twice accidentally, only counting first one)
Syrie rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9Total: 9 (1-10)
Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2018 3:48 pm
Tiberius V. THAT ******** HORSE THAT KICKED JOE IN THE HODENSACK HP: 26/30 | DMG: 7
s**t's gone arsewise but Tiberius has had a feeling that all will be revealed. He's a cat. He can be patient when he wants to be. So he sticks it out with Joe, communicating mostly in pantomime and lewd gestures as the sounds of the stabled nags shifts and whorls around them with that weird goddamn music until it's...well, not gone, no. But changed?
Different, the Mauvian finally decides.
It's like a wall's been broken between two worlds and they've blended into something not quite dream, not quite waking. Joe is - and isn't there. The stables are - and aren't there. Mostly aren't. Memories more or less, with some harder edges that he keeps bumping into for that delightful flavor of reality.
At the center of it all is some coat wearing dandy and his stupid elephant. Dude's got a stick up his butt about them not leaving with his energy and suddenly Tiberius is affronted as ********>. It's a goddamn Negaverse OP and I wasn't informed. Why? Someone in Infos dropped the damn ball on this, or I wouldn't have brought Poppy along...how many Negas are here and shouldn't be? You don't drain your own people.
Sloppy work. Mistress wouldn't have approved.
"Hey buddy, don't you got any class? Not supposed to engage in friendly fire! That's bad manners!" Not that he expected the smarmy looking b*****d with the red velvet coat and cane - soooo much less cool than Mistress' dragon headed one - to acknowledge or even care. He had that ten kinds of crazy look to him, the sort that said he'd eat his own starseed if he got bored enough.
Or just...you know, bored.
Tibby glanced around to see who else was part of this disaster - ringmaster, his elephant...there was a horse - hey, wasn't that the nag that kicked Joe in the hodensack!? Payback was gonna be sweet! - a choppy looking lieutenant with more balls than brains...and Her. His Doll.
"Damn. She'll be demoted for sure for this." Supposing she didn't just get eaten for incompetence. It was terrible, really. The Mauvian was distracted momentarily as he ogled her ample breasts, admired the way her waist cinched in. The glorious figure she cut in the crowd. "What a woman..."
Then the ******** hellspawn hodensack crusher shrilled a whinny and he remembered. He owed Joe at least this much. The memory of Joe. Whatever. "I'll come back to you in a minute, Dollface. Gotta see a horse about a man."
Fleet footed on chocolate paws cushioned with fluff, Tiberius went right for the stupid three-headed nag and lept onto one of it's heads as it lowered it to bite at him, claws raking at it's glowing eyes. "Hey ********, this is for Joe!"
Rolling for: Super DMS Mithra against Lieutenant Taylorite because f is smug face
All of a sudden, it all seemed to come crashing down. Stacey remembered coming with Cynthia to the Circus, for some reason then they all suddenly thought they were in the circus. Had been tricked into believing it. And she. was. PISSED. She hadn't really done anything with the Negaverse since October of last year, and that was only what she had heard from Tom and Jason who had been there. Otherwise it had been pretty calm. She hadn't expected something like this, something that seemed to come from out of town to be as dangerous as it was, to be something from the Negaverse! She knew now that her fellow Dark Mirror senshi had been right to suspect the Negaverse when it came to such things. It seemed that they had had more power than she had previously thought, It was hard to remember that the rest of the world may be dealing with the same issues that they were. After all, it all seemed to come only to this place. She wasn't sure what that meant, but clearly she had to dig into more of this. This wasn't right.
Now, she hadn't been too pissed that she had been tricked into the circus. No, honestly that would have been a somewhat interesting life if she had actually left her abusive mother to go into the circus. And the fake memories that had been implanted, probably through some sort of hallucinogenic gas or some youma or something, hadn't been too far off from what she had already suffered. No, it was the fact that it was the Negaverse that had done it, and was apparently siphoning all of their energy at the same time. And from what she could tell from the chaos that was now arising from this 'little' stunt, that they had done it to members of their own as well.
She powered up into her Super Dark Mirror senshi form. No, they were not going to get away with this, she would make sure of that. And whatever agent was stupid enough to reveal their face in front of her first would be the first one to get a face to their fist. Regular right now though, because it would just be unfair if she used one of her powered punches and she was saving that. Saving it right for that ringmaster's smug face.
And so, the lieutenant happened to be the first target that she was able to see, and boy did he have a smug smile that needed to be wiped off his face this instant! She smirked, glad that she had found something to punch, and sent her fist straight at his face. Unfortunately her punch didn't seem to do much damage, but boy oh boy id it feel good to be able to do it!
Damage Done: 4 HP: 30 - 3 = 27
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3Total: 3 (1-8)
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Rolling for: WM Larissa against the Horse Youma
All of a sudden, it all seemed to break around her. Cynthia didn't know a girl named Izobel, though from what she now remembered, she thought they might go to the same school, Cynthia would have to look it up. Right now though, she needed to focus on what was going on, and what was going on was complete and utter chaos. There were senshi, knights, agents, and dark mirror senshi all fighting at once. But whom? She powered up into Sailor Larissa to see what was going on, and while the auras of everyone else made it slightly confusing to see who was attacking and who wasn't, Larissa could tell that there was something, or two somethings, that definitely weren't supposed to be here.
She looked in the direction that they came from. One was some sort of elephant-looking youma, and another was a horse-looking youma. Larissa made a disgusted face. This definitely had to be a trick of the Negaverse, though it seemed as though even some of their own agents were attacking a couple of others and the youma. Surely they all planned this? Larissa thought to herself as she tried to figure out what to do. That was when the horse youma let out a terrible scream, thought it was made even worse by the fact that the horse had three heads and looked like one of those skeletal horses from that MMORPG that Jason played. Eww. Larissa thought. However, the horse had her attention as it seemed pretty dangerous at this point.
She tried to go over to stop it, but there was just too much fighting at once and too many people for her to really move, and all she managed to land was a small hit to the horse before she was forced back by the crowd once again.
