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kuropeco rolled 2 20-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-40)
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 Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2019 12:40 pm
 The tournament is taking place in the Castle in Negaspace, in a large room that has been designated towards the event. It is very spacious and there is a ring where the participants will fight, as well as seats around it for viewers. You are greeted by General Aurostibite and General Xenotime standing off to the side to monitor
The rules are simple: fight your opponent using whatever methods you have available to you - physical strength or magic - and whoever is left standing at the end is the winner! Aurostibite adds, in a tone of voice that doesn't quite indicate whether he's joking or not, to please try not to kill anyone.Quote: OOC RULES:
- Battles must be completed within 72 hours. If you are unable to do so, or something happens that prevents things or slows you down, you can just roll the dice without adding in RP to determine the outcome. However, please do your best to RP out the battle, this option is only for those situations where it becomes necessary to do so.
- Dice rolling is mandatory! I know it can be frustrating but this keeps everything fair and even.
- Anyone is free to pop into a battle RP, they are open to spectators, whether you are participating in the tournament or not! Any Negaverse agent or Corrupt or Corrupt Cat is free to view the battles, regardless of whether or not they were in signups.
- If you have any questions, please contact kuropeco or Beejoux through Discord or PM! Quote: THE MECHANICS
There will be 2d20 rolled in each intro post. The person with the higher number is the first to attack!
Lieutenant / Basics - 20 HP / 1d8-2 attack (a 0 is a miss)
Captain / Super - 30 HP / 1d10-2 attack (a 0 is a miss)
General / Eternal - 40 HP / 1d12-2 attack (a 0 is a miss)
( how it works: roll the dice - if you get a 4, subtract 2 = your attack is 2! and so on and so forth. If you get a 6, subtract 2 = your attack is 4! )
Roll dice -> RP out attack -> wait for opponent to attack back -> roll dice again until someone's HP is depleted first!
The person the higher HP at the end of the battle (or the one that does not reach 0) is the winner! Quote: DEFENSIVE / HEALING MAGIC
For healing magic: roll 1d4 (first stage), 1d6 (second stage), 1d8 (third stage); whatever number you roll is how much HP you gain back. This takes the place of your attack roll for your turn.
For defensive magic it must be rolled PRIOR to the next attack. Roll the same dice as above, and subtract that amount from the damage done by your opponent.
i.e. :
- Person A rolls a 6 instead of rolling for an attack
- Person B attacks with 7 damage
- Person A receives 1 damage (7-6) xa-disgruntled-dragon Mourite will be going first!
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a-disgruntled-dragon rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2019 2:00 pm
Mourite
HP: 20/20
The tourney was here again, and Mourite was in a mood. In the days since he'd pulled - and put back - Dinara's starseed, he'd gone after anyone and anything that would let him pummel them into the ground. The whole situation put him into a funk. On one hand, he wanted to hold it in his hands again. On the other, that was her soul he was talking about. The thing that made her... her.
His General bade him to fight in this tourny and he would not disappoint.
His eyes narrowed at the corrupt who entered the arena with him. She was a relic of the White Moon, only tainted by Chaos. Her origins though... He was at a disadvantage against her, given her magic. But somehow Mourite didn't care. He didn't care if she wiped the floor with him.
All he wanted was to break pretty little face.
He gave a salute, his only greeting before he launched at her, aimming a fist for her face.
And missed, spectacularly.
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Skye Starrfyre rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2019 7:24 pm
Sailor Cursa :: 20 HP It was with a dancer's grace that she side-stepped the swing that came her way. Her shoes weren't entirely ideal for the sort of dance she practiced and preferred, but she had practiced and she could make due... Especially if her opponent was of the 'dive in head first' variety. Cursa turned a piroutte as she put distance between them, turning back to face him after in an attempt to sum him up. If he came at her again she'd be ready. Just like any other performance, this was what she had trained for. "May the best of us win." [ 0 dmg]
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2019 1:16 pm
Cavansite was pleased to have three of her subordinates involved in this tournament, and she slipped into the stands of Mourite’s fight. Mourite, the one that she had corrupted on a whim, the one who hadn’t yet disappointed her.
In fact, she quite appreciated the boy, and his enthusiasm. His willingness to talk with her and be guided by her helped too.
Something was deeply on his mind though, and she wondered if it was the person he had told her about at their last meeting. Regardless of if it was or wasn’t…he had to focus and not just blindly attack this corrupt. Her gaze shifted to the corrupt who, surprisingly didn’t seem to take advantage of Mourite’s blunder, and even managed to remain civil towards him.
It was nice to see people who had manners, though…Cavansite would have taken advantage of her opponents’ weakness. Still though. They both had a chance to start again.
The fight could truly begin. If only her protégé would focus.
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a-disgruntled-dragon rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2019 7:11 pm
Mourite
HP: 20/20
Focus Mourite, focus....
He dodged out of the sensh's way, hopping backwards half a step. He noticed his General in the stands, but didn't glance at her save the once. Mourite could beat this senshi if he just focused.
Focus had always been an issue for him though.
His jaw clenched and he shot forward again, aiming a kick for the senshi's side this time. One attack, then another, then another. Block, defend. It was an easy dance, Mourite, you just have to focus.
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Skye Starrfyre rolled 1 8-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2019 7:55 pm
Sailor Cursa :: 14 HP In her civilian life there was no such thing as an 'easy dance'. Her life was a structured balance of practice and routine that took an extensive amount of upkeep and dedication to perfect. Her training, both as a senshi and a ballerina, was rigorous and the standards to which she held herself were high. That being the case, Cursa was also well aware that sometimes one had to make sacrifices in order to get ahead. At this very moment the sacrifice that she was pondering was something that would hurt each of them, if she had learned anything at all from the last large encounter she'd been a part of, but if it paid off... She had to take a chance. She was going for it. This was an absolutely awful idea. Before she had a chance to re-think it he was coming at her again, leg coming up for a kick that caught her in the side. It would bruise, no doubt, but no more than a clumsy kick at rehearsal (she told herself for reassurance, although it would likely bruise more and deep down she knew it). Gloved hands came out to push his foot back down and before he could time another attack she bounced once, then again before springing forward in his direction. If all he could do was kick and fight, she was going to take this fight to the ground. "Cursa's Flight!' [ 5 dmg] a-disgruntled-dragon Cursa's Flight - Upon releasing the energy stored for her attack, Cursa is granted an immediate speed boost. This boost allows her to put fast distance between herself and her opponent-- or a quick charge forward into her opponent (rush tackle).Distance: Up to 5 feet per burst of speed.
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a-disgruntled-dragon rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2019 7:20 pm
Mourite
HP: 15/20
Damnit, damnit, damni---- Mourite gritted his teeth and tried to dodge out of the way of the attack. She caught him in the shoulder with her sudden burst of speed. The ground vanished from his feet and he let out a grunt of fury. Damn her, damn her magic, damn it all to he---
His back collided with the ground he let out howl of sound, half pain, half rage. He hated senshi magic. He hated the advantage it gave over him. He haded being so ******** weak.
Mourite thrusted his knee up to try to kick her again, but the angle wasn't great for it.
Focus, padawan, focus...Skye Starrfyre I am totes down with that, sorry for being kinda slow with posting!
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Skye Starrfyre rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2019 7:22 pm
Sailor Cursa :: 12 HP[ 6 dmg] Her side ached all the more where he had kicked her the first go-round the moment she hit the ground along with him. She was acutely aware of just how sore she was going to be and she had almost instant regrets from releasing her magic attack at him the way she had. The feeling of regret only intensified as his next kick made contact with her leg, their battle turned scuffle on the ground. He would have been better off pinning her or throwing punches. Maybe that wasn't something he had experience with before? There was a chance that not everyone was trained to fight dirty when need be. She could roll with that... And she did. Cursa took in a strained breath as she rolled, pushing herself up onto her knees to make it easier to take a swing at him, hoping that she could catch him in the jaw as he'd initially hoped to catch her. a-disgruntled-dragon No worries! Work's been eating me alive this week, personally. <3
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a-disgruntled-dragon rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2019 7:27 pm
Mourite
HP: 9/20
This was not how Mourite would have wanted to be pinned under a girl. Or anyone, honestly. He'd always imagined it to be a much different scenario, and with a much different girl on top of him. He could only try to block and cover his face with his arms as she swung at him. The blow caught on his arms and he felt the shock echo thorugh his joints. He could only wait it out as she pummeled him, trying to keep his face from taking the blows.
His arms ached and he tried to return catch one of her fists to throw her off. Once again, the movement was sluggish and half assed. Damn it all to hell, Cavastite was going to kill him if he lost, and if he lost to a girl...
Mourite didn't want to think about it.
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Skye Starrfyre rolled 1 8-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2019 7:28 pm
Sailor Cursa :: 10 HP As the youngest member of the team headed through a joint effort between Generals Tourmaline and Uvarovite, Cursa felt that she had a lot to prove and she wans't going to prove anything by losing out early this go-round. She had a fair amount of determination, and just enough savagery to consider anything on the table as far as their fight went. That being the case, Cursa took a page from her opponent's book, lashing out with a kick as she was pushed back. Her legs were well muscled from the years spent training in various forms of dance and the heel of her boot, not to mention the pointed toe, was likely to do damage should it connect. "Get wrecked." [ 5 dmg] a-disgruntled-dragon Here's to the weekend being a little smoother, work or no!
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a-disgruntled-dragon rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2019 7:30 pm
MouriteHP: 4/20 Her heel struck true and he let out a snarl of pain. It radiated through him, sending every nerve on edge. He wanted to curl into a ball, to cry, to make the pain stop, but he couldn't. He was still in a fight. Just because she'd hit him there - however she'd managed that - didn't mean he could give in now. He could still win this if he just. Focused. Rage boiled in his blood and he bared her teeth at her. "********. You!!" Mourite grabbed her and kicked his legs up, aiming to throw her up and over him with enough force to send her flying. He took all that pain, all the rage and made it his, willing his aching muscles to move as hard and as fast as they could. It would be enough. It had to be enough.
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Skye Starrfyre rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2019 7:33 pm
Sailor Cursa :: 4 HP[ 6 dmg] He grabbed her leg and she shrieked, kicking at him frantically again. It was, of course, a possible outcome of kicking someone, having one's leg grabbed. It was a risk one took in getting close, but her legs were important and to her they were worth more than his life. She'd seen what could happen if something happened to a dancer's legs... Whatever squirming she did was not enough to prevent her from being tossed. She landed face first in the dirt, winded and miserable and ready to just give up. Everything hurt and she didn't want to be here anymore. It was one thing to put oneself through hell for their craft, but this was just so.... So basic. There was no grace to this kind of dance. There was no pride in it. It was just awful. Get up. She could hear her General's voice in her head. She could hear the voices of the other senshi that she'd trained alongside. Get up. She couldn't let them down. She couldn't fail. Not like this. Not face first on the ground. Cursa pushed herself up, steadying herself in a crouch as though preparing to start a race. That would be all of the warning her opponent received as to her next course of action, throwing the last of her energy into one more bull-rush of an attack. "Cursa's Flight!" a-disgruntled-dragon Ty for finishing off the rolls with me! I look forward to the RP too. <3
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2019 8:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2019 8:09 pm
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