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Boocifer rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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 Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 2:03 pm
Surprisingly, at least to Suri, other gijinka rushed forth to take Iason’s side as well. It made him feel a bit less uneasy to see that he wasn’t the only one who believed the banette…but that still didn’t mean that he necessarily felt good about it. Sure, outnumbering the gardevoir and albino mightyena did put the odds in their favor…but for some reason his heart was still trying to climb its way up out of his throat and run far, far from the scene. Something told him they were woefully outmatched and that he should run off to go do what he had originally set out to do. Run away from the havoc and tension and destruction. Run and run and just keep running.
But he wouldn’t.
Suri knew he wouldn’t, couldn’t, run away. No. Not again, not ever. He ran away from everything as a pokemon and he would be damned if he did it again as a gijinka. The musharna had come to him when he was broken and hurting, so why wouldn’t he do the same for others, especially other gijinka?
The volcarona’s focus on the mounting tensions was broken as he heard Muirín call out his name. He turned to face the goldeen boy and shout back but was met with the delicious and enigmatic profile of one mighty fine Zekrom. His eyes took him in from head to toe and then once more in reverse…just because. A blank look crossed his face when he was done as his brain rebooted in an attempt to remember what he was supposed to be doing. He felt like it was important…oh, well it didn’t quite matter anymore because the banette and his adversaries were speaking up again. And that was probably a bit more important to pay attention to.
“No evidence?” Suri thought, frowning a little as his resolve faltered a bit. “No. No no. These other gijinka wouldn’t all be taking his side if she was right. You’re definitely doing the right thing Suri. You are. Don’t doubt yourself now.” “You’re not the law,” Suri said with a scowl, “you have no right to take anyone, anywhere!” The volcarona shifted his weight, ready to go on the offensive when suddenly his body froze.
“Wh-what in the-” he stuttered mentally and tried with all his might to move something, anything at all on his body but to no avail. He was frozen. There was a word meant for situations like these...what was it again? Oh right:
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kamileunaire rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 3:47 pm
*rolls to see how bad Grin gets hurt* :3
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lostandtold rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 6:28 pm
((Rolling for resistance first!))
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lostandtold rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 9
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 7:02 pm
((Rolling for accuracy + severity))
Anastasia's apparent vendetta was quickly becoming vexing. There were injured gijinka around, people who needed help and medical treatment, and she was persisting in trying to cause more casualties with pointless infighting. He almost felt sorry for the Mightyena; before she'd done whatever it was that had brought him under her control, he'd spoken well. He was probably little more than a pawn to her.
Her words made him uncomfortable, to say the least; she seemed hell-bent on bringing her own form of justice to a gijinka who might not even be guilty of the crime she was accusing him of, based on circumstantial evidence, with authority that was not given to her. Still, he couldn't get his mind off the central question at play.
Why? Why manipulate the Mightyena, why try to apprehend the Banette? She called him a psychopath, and there was clearly a prior history between the three of them. He tried to trace the paths, and only came up with more questions. "If anything," he said, partly to himself and partly to Iason and the other gijinka, "I would say that her involvement is suspect. If her end goal is to capture or kill you, then it would be most practical to attack while you and any potential allies were injured."
It seemed he was one of the few in the immediate area who wasn't hurt, but he was tired from the flight from Nimbasa, and he had come expecting to help move rubble and get people to safety, not to fight. Additionally, this shape was much different from the one he was used to, and though he'd had a few battles in this human form already, it probably wouldn't be enough. Still, even if he wasn't at full strength, he could do something, and that was better than retreating.
Anastasia made the first move, and his eyes widened as he felt her attack pass over him. For a moment he thought it would take hold, but it seemed that he'd resisted it successfully. She was a Psychic-type, and a very strong one at that, if she could try to immobilize an entire crowd and maintain her control over the Mightyena -- if it wasn't the collar alone that was at work there. That, combined with her green hair and lavender eyes, made her likely to be a Gardevoir.
At least neither of them were a type he was weak to, but he couldn't bank on them not having attacks that could hit his weaknesses. It would be best to keep his distance while he figured things out. Still, there was a glimmer of hope: this Phantasm had seemed reasonable enough before Anastasia had brought him under her control, and Seraphan hoped he would still be reasonable if he could break out of it.
"Those of you who are not fighters should get the injured away from here," he advised, glancing briefly over the assorted gijinka. Not everyone there looked like a fighter, or was even well enough to engage in battle without becoming a liability. And with such powerful opponents, he couldn't divide his attention between friend and foe.
The red-haired Shedinja from the day before -- Ruadhri -- had his sword with him, and he seemed like he could handle himself, taking initiative and aiming for Phantasm's collar. His attacks were more precise, and would probably be better-suited to that task; Seraphan's moves tended to cause collateral damage, and he didn't think it was wise to get close enough to use his claws to try and pry the thing off.
But even the most powerful Psychic-types had to focus on using their abilities, especially with so many targets. If enough of them attacked Anastasia, it might distract her enough that she'd lose control on the Mightyena.
He moved rapidly to the side, distancing himself from the other gijinka and hopefully diverting Anastasia's attention, as he called up the lightning that ran through him. Despite how long it had been since he'd had cause to use it, it still heeded him, swirling around his right hand and gathering into a crackling blue orb. He threw it at Anastasia, but the Fusion Bolt veered slightly on its path, and he frowned behind his mask as it missed.
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kamileunaire rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 9:27 pm
roll for attack (acc, severity)
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Epine de Rose rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 12:37 am
It hadn't taken long for the Gardevoir to act with hostility - for an individual who aspired towards 'peace', she wasn't making a very good name for herself. For all intents and purposes, she probably should have been on the opposing side and Iason should have been regarded as the peaceful one (showboater that he may have been). However, given that Narcissus had little to no basic resistance to psychic abilities, the psychic gijinka's abilities hit him like a truck and for a brief second he was immobilized.
Alas, there was one thing that most individuals tended to forget when it came to Narcissus and that was his infamous stubborness. No one was entitled to have an ego except for him, and such an open and ridiculous display of power just wasn't stylish. It was with these thoughts running through his mind, as well as the indignation that she had even tried to silence him, that he was able to find the strength within him to resist.
...Willpower and all that.
Individuals really shouldn't knock it.
Thus it was with a great deal of internal ranting and gritted teeth that Narcissus gave an almighty shake of his head and thrust his arms out ever so slightly as though he had been bound to the spot. It made for quite the 'dramatic' scene as his hair billowed outwards and then once again settled at his back. A few rapid blinks and he soon raised his hand to his forehead to shoo away the headache that threatened to creep into his temples - by Arceus he hated certain pokemon types sometimes.
Nevertheless even he knew that staying in this immediate vicinity was not wise as he was in direct line of sight of one of Phantasm's attack, not quite in front of it but if he wasn't careful he was going to get blow back from the impact.
"Grin, get out of the way!" he snapped, while leaping to the side. He could certainly run but he had not intention of wasting all his energy sprinting for cover. On the contrary, the Snivy thrust his hands outwards and summoned his vines. It was then, in a fashion very similar to Spiderman that he tossed the vines towards one of the street lights, coiled them round the top and hauled himself into the air. That being said he didn't swing too far away from the group, just enough to escape the immediate assault - his aim was simple, he needed to get to a higher vantage point.
...Hell, he couldn't leave yet, Insidia was still down there and he needed that walking computer.
Oi, but this was something he hadn't planned for his trip to Castelia City at all! A moment when he was actually required to act in defence, admittedly it wasn't so much for the 'greater good' as the desire to wipe that smug smile off the Gardevoir's face. Suffice to say that he was the only one who was allowed to do that no matter what anyone else said!
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 2:58 am
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 3:01 am
(Rolling @_@ self this is why 3 am is a terrible time to RP)
Kujo mearly rolled his eyes again. He hadn't lectured, only said what he considered to be the most effective choices. Really, fist Iason said he knew who did it, then he back tracked and said he didn't but the albino did? At the very least, Kujo figured Iason would have the luck of witnesses to back his claim. Provided they didn't fall under a physic sway. Then? Then they all would have a problem. Pokemon, on anyone's side, using their powers on a human was just straight out abuse. They lacked immunities like pokemon.
The woman's words, accusing again, made the fur on the mightyena stand on end. Did the b***h just fling blanket accusations around willy nilly? Accessories? Really? Last he checked, keeping someone from being taken by those who had absolutely no authority to do was not the definition to a criminal accessory. He was just lucky to know the term at all really. Then again, stealing bread with his old companions was a bit bad for his trainer. Good times.
Pushing past the thoughts of being an 'accessory', he was really disliking the guilty until proven innocent stance the b***h was displaying. Growling, His ears were upright, his tail flicking in agitation. When the she-bitched used her powers on everyone- Kujo was pushed to the brink. He'd been passive to a point but using her powers on humans, on innocents- was stepping over the line.
When the albino lifted his hand to attack, to fire- Kujo felt his blood run cold. This was not good at all. But the albino wasn't aiming at him, his attention could be placed at the one who was going to place everyone in danger. "She b***h-" he felt his claws itch for a swipe at her. His jaw- As he dove at her, he missed, hissing, unsure if he'd be able to actually get a bite in. "You're the one attacking innocents." he growled out.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 7:23 pm
(( OOC: Dice Adjustment! After I post next, the following dice system will be implemented to replace the previous one.
If you are being attacked: Roll 1 d4 - 1 means you dodge, 2 means minimal damage, 3 means major damage, 4 means instant KO.
If Attacking: Roll 1 d4s
- First d4: 1 means complete miss, 2 means minimal damage, 3 means moderate, 4 means major damage. (For your level compared to Meta NPC level of course.)
Both of these may be done in the same post.
I will also rolling for Iason. <3 ))
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Vitious rolled 2 4-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-8)
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 9:14 pm
(( Alright, no more modding posts before this post at this point.
Rolling 1st d4 for: Damage to Peregrin from previous attack.
Rolling 2nd d4 for: Iason's attack.
Peregrin is really lucky apparently. XD
And Iason is weak. Poor batshit ghostie. ))
Phantasm's eyes narrowed when the hyper beam he used missed its target, taking a step backward, his eyes narrow as he struggled to regain his breath, the attack draining. Despite that he drew his daggers, his gaze narrow as he glanced between each of those gathered, fingers flexing, preparing to defend himself and Anastasia if they were attacked. However he noticed that several of them had been immobolized, making his task far easier than it had been before as well as giving him time to recover from his previous attack.
Anastasia smiled at her handiwork, her eyes narrowing a little at the Shedinja that attempted to take off Phantasm's collar. She lifted a hand, intent on incinerating the red head only to have her attention drawn by an electric attack whizzing past her face, apparently launched by Zekrom, of all Pokemon. This allowed her to easily dodge the attack from the Mightyena that had come after her as well, lips quirking a little at the name that he had opted to give her.
"Poor little puppy." she crooned, stretching her hand out in his direction, her expression gentle, ironic considering the thunderbolt she launched at the Mightyena. "Didn't either of you ever learn to never hit a lady?"
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Iason grimaced as he felt Anastasia's presence practically rip through his mind, causing him to stagger a little, going rigid for a few moments before he managed to break free. He watched the Gijinkas around him move as he sunk down to his knees, panting softly, hand lifting to touch his side. His sweatshirt was completely sodden with blood, some of it still fresh which made him swallow and climb to his feet, eyes narrowing. With a soft growl the Banette bolted forward when Anastasia had her attention fixed on on the Mightyena, leaping and using shadow claw on her. He felt satisfaction roll through him even when it only caused a cut in her upper arm, even as his legs faltered during his landing, causing him to roll once before finally rolling into a crouch with a grimace.
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The barrage of attacks caused her psychic abilities to waver a little as she lost just enough focus to free those that had been under the affects of them. However the crowd and Phantasm still seemed to be under her sway and unaffected so far. Perhaps the gap in her focus and the gap between Phantasm's abilities would create opportunities for those fighting them...
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Boocifer rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 10:05 am
The moment Suri was able to move he nearly fell over with the force all the effort he had been putting into breaking Anastasia’s hold on him. He watched the fray with mounting apprehension, his hands clenching and unclenching as he debated on what to do. Did he fight the albino mightyena? Or did he go for the gardevoir? It seemed as though the people going after the albino were only attacking the collar and, unfortunately, none of Suri’s attacks were quite so…focused. The gardevoir on the other hand he could probably hit without too much collateral damage but…but the hold she had put on him, on all of them, earlier rattled something in the volcarona. He was…afraid to draw her attention.
Playing it safe, Suri decided to bolster his speed and defenses (and okay his attack too, just in case), with a quiver dance. Just in case right? He hoped to Arceus he wouldn’t have to use anything more. Everyone else seemed to have a decent enough handle on things…right? He wouldn’t have to be doing much……right?
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Face your demons rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 2:13 pm
"What is this made of?..." Rua mumbled under his breath, trying to attack the collar. It glanced off, again, doing minimal damage. At least he'd managed to connect with the collar. He had noticed earlier that Anastasia had looked his way, with a rather pointed regard. She probably would have attacked him, if she'd been free of distraction, wouldn't she...? That did not sit well with Rua, but he didn't stop; he needed to get rid of whatever this was. Iason hadn't protested yet, either.
"Perhaps one more hit...? Or how many?" He stared at Phantasm, concentrating; he needed to avoid getting hit, or else they might just find out how absolutely fragile the Shedinja was, when his Wonder Guard wasn't in effect. He hated to see what kinds of attacks these two could wield, especially when his Achilles heel would make him faint no matter what hit.
Some hero he was.
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kamileunaire rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 3:03 pm
Peregrin snarled as he leapt out of the way, narrowly missing the hyper beam that had been blasted his way. He winced as it hit somewhere behind, and growled in frustration, not seeing the point in fighting within such a heavily populated area. Heeding Iason's words, his eyes locked onto the collar, and he knew what he had to do. He would not be using his arrows this time; it was far too dangerous and he feared he might miss. Instead, he charged up a payback attack.
A dark aura surrounded him, and he darted forward to meet Phantasm, blackish energy engulfing the fist that he swung at the other Mightyena. It connected hard, and just as soon as it had landed, Peregrin was dancing back away so that he wouldn't get caught up in Phantasm's retaliation, and to open up the way for anyone attacking after he did.
He couldn't help but wonder if roaring might help. Would everyone flee? Would the vicious psychic type controlling Phantasm back off? He huffed as he watched Iason dart off to directly attack Anastasia herself, and he wondered for a moment if his attacks would be better suited against her rather than Phantasm's collar.
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Dakka Domi rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 3:22 pm
Muirín's whole world came back into focus, but slowly, fading in from a reddened haze of nothing. Dazed, he gazed up at the sky, with a strange moment of disconnect that took him far away and far into the past. This was how he'd woken up that first day, the day he'd been freed from the river. Disoriented and laid out flat, watching clouds float by, fluffy white things, shapes he could make out to be anything, given enough time to stare. But he had no time to stare. Sounds were already filtering back in, the sounds of combat. No time to reminisce.
Slowly, painfully, Muirín pushed himself back up onto his feet, his head aching dully from where it had hit the ground. Rua had sat him down, and when that wave of energy had pulsed out, he'd gone and smacked his head against the pavement. Then it was joined by pain in his leg as he placed weight on it, and he grimaced but didn't falter. The bandages had become thoroughly soaked, and the over-saturated cloth leaked, stained his pants as he took two steps forward toward the hateful woman, his eyes full of rage. He'd never been in a fight before, never in his life, but he'd been raised by a revolutionary, and now he saw where one might draw their fury.
”Lady, I don't know who you are,” Muirín spat, ignoring the world around him as he stared fixedly forward at 'Lady,' the twin mightyenas who'd come together for brawling and the Zorua knocked clean out to the side insignificant to him for a moment. ”And I'll be straight with you, I don't give a damn. But now you've gone and pissed me off.”
The goldeen boy took in a deep breath, centered himself, felt the pain in his head fall away for a moment. He thought it was about time to pull out an old trick he hadn't used since he'd come on land with two legs instead of fins. With a flick of his mind to the sea behind him, Muirín called up a pressurized ball of water, which he held aloft as he gave it a moment more to condense. With another heave of his mind, aided by an exhalation of his anger, he hurled it at Anastasia with all the power he could muster.
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