HP: 100 / 100 AUTO DAMAGE: -4 HP to self every time you attack General Ringmasterine
STATUS EFFECT Ringmaster has a specific personal item that causes illusions. Every time you hit him, you start to feel more and more fearful of something lurking in the dark, of shadowy hands reaching out to take you, of darkness...
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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)
HEALING IS ALLOWED Simply roll the same dice mechanics as above, except apply it to HP instead of dealing damage. You do not take autodamage from Ringmasterine if you are healing another character.
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EVERYONE IS RESTORED TO 3/4 OF THEIR TOTAL HEALTH
The deaths of the two subordinates and the defeat of the two youma - and with it, the Elephant Youma's devastating hallucinatory magic - mean that there is less to focus on, less to try and steer clear of other distractions.
FRIENDLY FIRE IS ALLOWABLE
Now that the illusions are mostly gone, it's becoming clearer and clearer that there are people from all factions here. You are welcome to attack either the General, or the people around you if you feel so inclined - but Ringmasterine does not care for those even on his own side. He will not defend nor assist the Negaverse agents; and in fact, he is quite eager to see if he can run his sword through their stomachs....
IF YOU HAD A STATUS EFFECT IN THE PREVIOUS THREAD
That has carried over if you did not defeat it. If your requirement to break it was attacking the Elephant Youma, it is now attacking Ringmasterine. The rest of the status effects are still in effect.
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YOU MAY ATTACK AS MANY TIMES AS YOUR HP WILL ALLOW
However, please be mindful of other people and give everyone a chance!
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Briarheart
Lieutenant Tsvaolite's illusions are magnified by his proximity to the Elephant Youma upon its demise compounded with his nearness to Ringmasterine. Random people in the crowd around him take on the faces of patients he has taken energy from.
tefla rolled 1 8-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-8)
Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2018 6:38 pm
Sailor Lacerta - 15/20 HP (( Attacking General Ringmasterine for 4 DMG / RINGMASTER HP : 96 / 100 ))
So as it stood now Lacerta knew who she was. She was not just Izobel, a performer in this circus. She was a teen from Destiny City who had been tapped to fight the good fight although with the sphere of bandages and attacks that healed the senshi believed that sometimes she wasn't worth much in a fight. Looking around at those that had been fighting beside her Lacerta swore she recognized at least one familiar face in the those that were converging on the stalwart form of the ringmaster. Not spending too much time on an internal debate Lacerta pushed forward and struck out at the tall form of the ringmaster. She was tired of all the violence and yet even as her fist connected with a solid thunk she remembered how fooled she had been.
Ducking quickly as she landed in case any retaliatory attacks where coming her way Lacerta rolled to the side to spring back up before spinning around. There had been the oddest sensation that she was being watched from something from underneath the stands. Was something there ... lurking just out of sight?
Shaking off the eerie sensation that continued to persist Sailor Lacerta gamely shook out the numbness in her fist before clenching it again. She could see that others were moving in to attack now and she sighed in relief before knowing that the battle was not done yet.
Tiberius 21/30 HP ATTACK: 7 / FANCYPANTS HP: 89/100
Tiberius was pissed.
Beyond pissed, actually. Fancybritches standing there, looking all calm and smug had cost him a lot, but more than that, he'd cost others a lot. And he wasn't following the goddamn RULES, which was absolute bullshit.
Metallia would have wanted Tiberius to take this joker down.
Which was why the Chaos Mauvian had absolutely no hesitation in bolting over, dodging that stupid swinging cane so he could kittybeam the ever-loving s**t out of fancypant's sweetmeats much the way that the hellhorse had gone after Joe's hodensack. The bright blue flash of light that came from the star centered in his furry forehead shot with frightening accuracy towards the dark seams on the man's stupidly tight breeches.
"First your balls, then your eyes you arrogant ********>
Finally, the f***-face himself appears. Mithra thought to herself as the 'Ringmaster' finally revealed himself to be a general. Luckily he wasn't a General-King like Acubens had worried about. That name just spelled all sorts of trouble. But either way, he was a General, and he needed to be taken down a peg or 10. Mithra felt herself get a little better since the bleeding had stopped for the most part. She looked over at Acubens who was still with her and smiled. "I'm going to hurt him where it hurts most. " She said, slowly getting to her feet, though her chest was still pulsing with pain. Thank goodness for Acubens offering part of her fuku, Mithra couldn't exactly tear off any of her own, not unless she wanted to reveal something.
She looked at the Ringmaster, the chaos dying down a bit since they now had one target to go after. Or at least she was pretty sure it was just one target. It still looked as though some of the Negaverse agents were still confused as to what was going on, though they could still be in on it. It didn't matter at this point now though. Mithra's eyes were on the General himself, specifically in the area that she wanted to hurt the most besides his stupid face.
She smirked at him, before turning and nodding to Acubens. "I'm going for it." She replied, before standing up fully. And then, she sprinted. She wasn't sure what type of weapon the General had, but Mithra was willing to be hit by it if she could just get one specific hit in return. She threw out her fist when she was close enough and yelled, "Shrimp Super Punch!" Aiming for the area right below the waist. If she somehow missed it though, she wanted to at least make sure some part of her attack hit him.
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Shrimp Super Punch Mtihra puts out one of her fists as if she were to punch someone. This creates an air attack that, if it hits, makes the target feel as though they have been punched. She can throw out 1 punch per 5 seconds and lasts 20 seconds (she can only get 4 punches in pretty much).
They are non-lethal and non-maiming though they hurt quite a bit and can knock them back 7 feet at most. Opponents must also be within 3 feet of her otherwise the spell does not effect them. Can only hit one opponent at a time.
Effect that happens is light emits when she throws out her punches from her gloves. Can turn slowly in a circle to change direction.
Everything was quiet, but only for a moment. And then suddenly, it seemed that all was revealed, or at least the true master revealed himself. It turned out to be the Ringmaster, of course, the one who controlled everything. She was a bit distracted by the chaos that had been going on and couldn't stand to look at the bodies of well, everyone and everything. She had never actually seen a dead person with blood on them before. She had been to funerals of course, her poor paternal grandfather having passed away a couple of years ago, but this… it had made her sick. Was this what they were really fighting? The youma she could stand a bit better, it was like those bosses in video games. Gross but at least they weren't covered in blood.
But the lieutenant and the captain… she forced herself to look away from them. After this she would go straight to Jason, to see what he did. Surely with himself being a squire he had seen something, known of stuff like this happening. And she felt angry at him. Angry that he hadn't warned her of this. He had to have known!
Angry tears were now streaming down her face, but she had to face the ringmaster. To stop all of this he needed to go down. And unfortunately, it would have to be permanently, but she would not land the killing blow, that she promised herself. She would not do it. But she had to help stop him, and it seemed that even other agents were attacking him now. Even they couldn't stand what he had done to them.
She herself ran forward and sent a fist towards the ringmaster, only lightly feeling it collide before she jumped back, in case he had a super dangerous weapon that she didn't want to get caught by.
Daekie rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-10)
Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2018 8:08 pm
Anakeion Squire // 26/30 HP, 2 Attack (Ringmaster at 75/100) Everything had been breaking and splintering, and it had gotten harder to listen to everyone else; Amaris had known, heavy-down in her soul, as soon as something broke and she remembered who she was - remembered what she was. She had dropped her not-staff where she stood and called her real shortstaff to her hand, ready to assault the oncoming enemies, but there had been something a little more pressing that had caught her eye at the side of the tent - there were a swarm of people (and some cats) assaulting the lieutenants, the youma, relentless, but. But there was a girl crying, hiccuping little sobs, her head in her knees and her short seafoam hair mussed into sweat-streaked curls.
She had to be a civilian, unattached to any of this, or - or what? Anakeion couldn't place it quite right. Everything was still flickering, flashing, sliding. It was hard to pinpoint. But a crying girl tugged at her heartstrings, and she'd crouched down next to the girl and whispered I'll leave you alone if you want but I'm here, it's okay, we're going to be okay and she'd felt a warm hand take her own.
The girl was alright, now. The ringleader, the ringmaster, stood alone - his flunkies taken down. She had no excuse to not enter the fray. But Anakeion was still offbalance, wobbly, expecting the weight of her performance staff (it had never been hers, it had been an illusion, but somehow still) -- and something dark, too, was whispering. It reminded her of the oil-black pearls of her necklace, the way the straps of her bracers were discolored in the right light, the way Lepus hadn't looked at her since then. It made her attack clumsy. It made her stumble.
she wasn't she wasn't it was in her head, clawing, scraping, cutting her empty to dry --
Poppy didn't know where she was, or half-who she was, because some of her was saying you've been here, you grew up here, you've never hurt anyone and a harsher, sharper part of her kept crying back that's bullshit, I'm from Destiny City and I don't know where I grew up and I killed a Page less than 24 hours ago and her blood is under my nails still - back-and-forth, conflicting, so loud so loud so loud - there had been lights and noise and screaming, too overwhelming for her, and she had stumbled to the side of the tent and sat down heavy and begun to cry.
She felt like a child. It was embarrassing, distantly, but all she could hear was her heartbeat and her own breathing and the thought of how stupidly familiar the entire outfit looked. Someone screamed, and it was faded, distant; the entire world was a too-bright fog and she hated it and she wanted to leave, or it could leave, and it was all - A woman in blue greeted her, warm-voiced and soothing, and Poppy found a grounding point for a little. Only for a little. But when she waved the woman off (a knight that's a ******** knight you know her, you've seen her before, where, you know those symbols, that's a ******** knight, KILL HER) her tears were slower, and she watched the crowd attack the General with only half-comprehending eyes. It was all so infinitely tiring. Something had been in her head.
Erytheia / 22 HP / 5 DMG to Ringmaster (Current HP: 70 out of 100)
That world. That beautiful world. It had all been a dream.
But had it been? It had felt so real. He had wanted it to be real. But now it was gone. Nothing but false memories of another life that still felt so...
What was real? What was reality?
That is what Erytheia desperately tried to wrest control of as he watched the ringmaster appear in the spotlight. Was this the source of the illusion? The source of that beautiful dream? A figure in scarlet reds with gold glimmering and an enigmatic, yet knowing smile. A true showman who knew his target audience all too well. A man who could so easily peer into his own soul.
Erytheia had attacked the ringmaster but it barely had any effect. Instead, he felt a cold, dark tendril come for him and drain him of more energy.
He looked at the arm that held his staff and he could see a spiraling mark where the shadow had taken hold. The ringmaster had the power of illusion that looked and felt real. He could not unsee the lines on his forearm no matter how many times he told himself they weren't really there.
He called upon the healing power of his staff and he could smell the insense from the hanging bird cage as it healed his wounded arm.
Transcendent Super Sailor Encke, HP: 19/30 DAMAGE DONE: Nope TOTAL HP: 70/100
It seemed that reality was getting a little easier to grip onto, now. He knew that he definitely wasn't a member of the circus. He knew that he definitely had people to go home to. He also knew he was supposed to have someone with him.
Where had his hermanita gone?
He took a few quick looks around as if that would help him locate her, but he didn't see any tall kids with a high ponytail, too many freckles, and way too much energy. Encke frowned. s**t. He needed to figure out where his sister wandered off to before she got in too much trouble. This late night circus business was, as Encke thought, a bad idea.
The elephant youma had fallen, along with the other things that had apparently been attacking, and that seemed to be the last straw for the man in the red jacket, because now he was moving to attack them. s**t. He really needed to figure out where his sister went--
He should probably try to get this general away from them, at the very least. As long as he was there, they all were in danger.
Maybe except for those other agents. He'd deal with them later.
His main priority at the moment was the general, who he ran over and attempted to sock squarely in the side. As he neared the general, though, his pace slowed. His will to attack slowed. His hands fell. He came to a dead stop.
What was following him?
Was something coming?
Encke looked around, attempting to locate the shadows.
Who was following him? What was the point of that? Didn't they have bigger problems -- what did they want from him?
Eternal Dark Mirror Sailor Acubens 31 HP / 1d12-2 attack - 12 - 2 = 10 Ringmaster: 60 / 70
Part of Acubens was sick with worry about Mithra. Wounds around the torso were no joke, and they had no way of knowing how bad the injury actually was. True, if Mirtha could walk and talk and attack, she was probably fine, but... adrenaline was also a thing. And with still no way out but to bust some balls... maybe the hospital should be their first stop before getting something sweet...
"Mithra," was all Acubens could get out before Mithra was off and away, attacking with the wonderful powered up punch of hers. Still, that part of Acubens that worried was still there. And it was still sick over Mithra's injuries but... she also could not deny the swell of pride in her chest over Mithra's willingness and indeed... excitment... over the fight. It was refreshing... someone fighting along side her instead of holding her back where it was safe. Which was all well and good but... Acubens was a warrior and safety never won a war. Safety was won in wars. And she'd win it this time just like she had before.
All out of magic, Acubens followed Mithra with a physical attack, roundhouse kicking the General with her wickedly clawed heels across the face. It connected. Hard. The cosmetic claw on the side of her heel denoting her sphere had broken off, of course, it was after all only decoration, but she didn't have time to nor did she care about finding it. This b***h had to go down before Mirtha or anyone else got more hurt than they already were.
Corrupt Sailor Noctua 11 HP / 1d8-2 attack (a 0 is a miss) - 4 - 2 = 2 Ringmaster: 58 / 100
Noctua welcomed the assistance from the General beside her, still keeping her voice to herself despite his comfort. She did, however, offer a small smiled and followed him. Was this the end? Was it over?
No.
Of course it wasn't. Noctua could feel the hot swell of anguish rise in her chest and flood her eyes. She just wanted to go home. Go home and curl up in bed where it was safe and warm and never leave the house ever again. But that was not her fate. And as soon as the anguish filled her, something else began to rise and burn away the despair. Something hotter and even more welcome than the comforting shoulder of the General who had found her. An angry second wind. She didn't have much left. And she didn't have any magic at her disposal any longer. But she had fire.
She lifted off of the General watching over her and with a scream too large for her frame she leapt at the Ringmaster, however effective it would have been.
It seemed that some of the haze in the room was clearing up. Anser backed away from the other agent that was now also lying on the ground, trying to pretend she wasn't seeing what she was seeing as she let her eyes wander off to the other people she could now see. She definitely saw more people. What she didn't see was her brother.
Anser whined quietly under her breath. Where did he go? Did he leave her? Did he get taken? Maybe the ringmaster guy had her brother trapped somewhere, tied up or something--
She bit her lip nervously.
Maybe she needed to attack the man to get her brother back. That seemed to be what was happening, right? He was the leader of this whole thing. At least she thought he was. And he was the one acting all angry before--
As Anser neared the Ringmaster, he swung back at her, and she winced, holding onto her side. That hurt...
No matter!
Anser knew she had to be strong and fight back and punch him twice as hard. And that was what she did. She wailed, throwing her fist out and trying to punch at the man in front of her. It seemed fairly effective. At least, her hand stung afterwards.
She could have sworn she heard a giggle in her ears afterwards, but she didn't see who could be giggling. It wasn't the man in front of her. Was something lurking behind her? Anser took a cautious glance behind her, stepping away from both the general and the nearest shadow that didn't belong to her. They couldn't see her. Not if she blended in.
Eternal Sailor Metis 28 /40 HP . 8 DMG to Ringmaster (41 /100)
She remained close to Altais and Lace, trying to locate Lacrimosa and... Zach? Was he a senshi or knight as well..? That seemed to be the run of things. What about Christa? Orah? Biting at her lip, she hurried along with them, hoping to hear familiar voices, or hopefully if Altais or Lace spotted anyone--
Things shifted. Sort of. Somehow. As the youma fell, the Lieutenant and Captain fell--Metis had flinched as she watched the last bits of energy fade from and the Captain's form went dark--the Ringmaster was none too pleased.
Metis felt something in her boil, and she released Altais' arm to shove at his back. "Keep going. Find the others, and get them and Lace out of here." Eight years. She'd been doing this for over eight years. A decade of this war was rolling in bit by bit. Running wasn't... she couldn't keep finding excuses to linger on the outskirts any longer.
A brief smile, she gave the kitten a quick peck on the head... and then before she could think on it, stood up on her toes to press her lips just as quickly to Altais' cheek. "Stay safe," she said to them both as she moved away, skirts swirling and coins clinking as she redirected herself towards the General.
Once upon a time, Generals were akin to Bogeymen. Now? They were monsters, but... only one really held the real title. This one was a far cry from that.
It was stupid and it was risky, she knew it, but Metis steeled herself as she burst into the fray as others began to direct their attacks on the General--were even other Negaverse agents doing the same..? Why..? Focusing, she waited till she was within range before took a breath and whispered, "Visions of War." She placed her thumbs and index fingers together in a triangle, closing the distance to General Ringmasterine. Chest or forehead, whichever she could reach, she might have tried to do it with an extra slam involved... but so long as she made some contact, her magic would take effect. It could be enough, perhaps, to give others more of a chance to hit with harder magics, something to disable him, end the fight.
Adrenaline began to spike through her though, and for a horrid moment, she found herself unable to focus her sight on any region of space not covered in the lights of energies. The darkness felt... stronger, even there in her mind's eye. How..?
kuropeco
Speaking the name of the attack, Metis' hands began to glow with a soft teal light. Putting her thumbs and index fingers together, forming a triangle between her hands, she touches the target over their forehead--preferably, however due to her height the target can also be touched on their chest--leaving behind a mark that looks like a half-lidded eye, glowing teal. Even if the target has a mask, headdress, fur, or something else covering their forehead or chest, the magic will still take effect. For 40 seconds the target begins to see a vision of a possible future overlay on the world around them from their third eye, disorientating them and likely blurring the battle around them. However, it is not a completely opaque scene, so the target will still be capable of seeing danger around them, albeit possibly distracted by the contents of the vision. The exact contents of the vision are up to the player, and if the player wishes if the target is subjected to a possible future that contains injuries or some other cause of pain, the target would feel it as they experience the vision, however the pain would only be in their minds, and no lasting damage would occur. After the 40 seconds, the vision fades away. She is only capable of using this magic once per battle.
