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Dementia Requiem Asumi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 8
Total: 17 (2-20)
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 Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 4:58 pm
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Pae'il Name: Pothos
Day: 2
Who is engaged? Seema
Pothos tried to wrench himself away as the crazed snake girl came grasping for his wing feathers. He wasn't about to let her have a single one, not even one he had shed or was useless! "Get your filthiness off me!" he jabbed further with his arrow, a half smile spreading across his face as he made contact with her skin.
And then she yelled.
Oh heavens....
Squirming even more, the snakes body seemed to quickly begin to wrap itself around his legs and slide further and further upwards. If she got any farther, he was doomed. "Go squeeze a apple you worm!" he jarred again, using all his strength to lift himself up awkwardly enough that he could flap his wings.
And flap hard. Fast and hard. Flap flap flap flap.......
His goal was to get himself into the air and off the ground, as high off the ground as he could muster with a teen worm coiling about his legs. It wasn't proving easy at first, though if he managed to hit her in the face or head or anything with his flapping attempts, he'd take that as a bonus. If she wanted to hang on then by all means she could try. Pothos didn't give up, nor relent. He kept on twisting, turning, flapping until he was certain their was some distance between the floor and the pair. He also never let up at trying to use his arrow like a dagger, trying to pierce her anywhere he could, in any way he could.
Maybe if he got her up high enough he could swing his legs and fling her off....?
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Antidia rolled 2 12-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 5:56 pm
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Pae'il Name: Aglaia
Day: 2
Who is engaged? Fidi
Despirited when her powderpuff arrow bomb didn't do anything to distract the snakes, (they must have nose plugs) Aglaia just watched what was going on. This was such madness. She was not made for doing this, her purpose was to tend to Venus. After a moment of instrospection, she puffed up her chest and took a deep breath. Taking back the temple is serving Venus. She'd try again, this time aiming for Naga instead of only near them. Olympus please let my aim be true.
Just a split second before letting the string go, something smacked her legs and knocked her back. Panicked reaction caused her to spin around and let go of the string, sending the arrow loose towards the direction of her distraction. The arrow was let go at a near point-blank shot to the face of a young naga.
Being a Grace and one of the best dancers this island would ever see (her sisters only being equal in that claim) had its perks. Her natural agility and grace allowed for her lithe frame to recover from disorientation quite remarkably. Unfortunately, she was not quick enough to drop the arrow, that was unavoidable, but she was able to flap her delicate pink wings to create enough lift to prevent falling. It took only a moment to regain her bearings to see who, or what, she'd hit. The powderpuff bomb was typically harmless, but at point blank range, it had to have hurt. Certain leave a nasty bruise the next day. The explosion of scented baby powder was designed as a diversion, but inhaling power can be dangerous. And the scent, while heavenly to the Goddess of Beauty, would be awful for the naga and their sensitive sense of smell. She had a brief moment to ponder what a naga would consider pleasant-smelling. The thought grossed her out a bit.
She flapped backwards, using her wings to spread and push the powder away from her so she wouldn't inhale so much of the powder. She really hoped it wasn't a comrade she hit. She'd die. Again. Cuz she can't seem to not hit the wrong targets.
But it was one of the young naga! Relieved, she remained a few feet in the air for a tactical advantage over the foe, and withdrew another arrow with a thicker shaft, and minus the powderpuff, but with a small suction cup on the end. She notched the arrow and aimed, but visibility was low because of the powder. She was ready this time. Any sudden movements towards her, and she'd let go.
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Irish Night Fox rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 6:10 pm
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Pae'il Name: Sen'ka
Day: 2
Who is engaged? Sparrow
Sen'ka heard the screech- the noise throwing her off for a moment as her head shot to the air above them. For a moment she had felt utter joy at seeing her Mother falling towards them. As much as she would have hated to admit to the female that she hadn't been enough to defeat this foe, she wasn't ready to give up her life just yet-
The excitement was shattered when another one of those winged demons intercepted her mother. She cried out in frustration as much as pain as the harpy in her grasp began to claw at her scales and flesh. How could this have happened!? She watched the pair sail through the air and to the ground away from her. Another harpy and her own brother entered the scene leaving it even more hopeless. Oh well, suppose this was just a call from the fates to continue to prove herself because there was no way she'd ask for his help. Not that he could even do anything for her- he had his own harpy to deal with. She'd do what she could-
Another yell escaped her lips. This female was digging deep! In return Sen'ka began to claw at her wings, attempting to tear feathers out if she could, cause some kind of painful injury to them! She needed to get on the ground, even if that meant a free fall. She'd just have to be on top! She'd just have to find a way to break the fall! One would say she wasn't thinking clearly, that she was desperate. She wouldn't care, because in the moment of squeezing and clawing with pain clouding the brain, it was all survival mind kicking in. To her survival meant the ground.
Then the harpy began to jerk them side to side. Sen'ka felt her neck jerking itself and she hissed loudly. She quickly wrapped her arms around the other's neck in an attempt to stop the whip lashing she was feeling. At this point she then began to not only squeeze the other's chest, but her throat as well with her arm. "GROUND! NOW!" she screeched in her frenzied state, her wound spilling blood all over the other. The pain and the movements were making her dizzy! She blinked madly trying to keep the pressure on the other in a death grip, but every now and again her squeezing would release thanks to her dizzying state.
This wasn't good.
Damage = 6
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Irish Night Fox rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 6:48 pm
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Pae'il Name: Amatus
Day: 2
Who is engaged? Erasmus, Aglaia, Fidi
Amatus smirked at Erasmus' look. 'Course he was alright! He had just pulled off the freaking most fantastic move ever! At that point he was thanking his lucky stars that Grandpa Kane had taken the time to show them a thing or two... He certainly wouldn't have been able to pull something like that off had it not been for him! Though on the side he did brush the back of his hand against his mouth. That last bit hadn't been from grandpa- it had been his own flare that was really grossing him out at this point.
He glared at his brother as they dashed and dodged battling pairs, “I'm not, man! She called me a hunk what else was I suppose to do!? It worked right!?” he called over the crowd. “Watch it!” he shoved his brother and jumped back out of the way of a falling pair. It was the biggest freaking snake he had ever seen! Quickly he scooted out of the way, brushing some monochrome feathers off of his shoulders as he went.
He ran around the pair meeting back up with his brother on the other side. He put a hand to his chest to stop his running gait and pointed, “Lookie there, dear brother.” He was pointing toward where a particular puff of pink was clouding an area. As they looked a brilliant looking female emerged from within it, catching his eye immediately with her large, beautiful wings. “I say we go that way. We go that way right now!” he said in an excited tone, practically skipping to a run towards her. Though he saw the female notch her bow, he wasn't really paying attention to that part of her... If he had been, he may not have run right up to her they way he was and in the middle of a freaking battle.
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Dragon Berri rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 8
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Dragon Berri rolled 3 10-sided dice:
7, 10, 10
Total: 27 (3-30)
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 7:26 pm
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Twitchapher the 3rd rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 5
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 7:40 pm
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Menelie rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 10
Total: 21 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 7:47 pm
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Pae'il Name: Euphrosyne
Day: 2
Who is engaged? SuperNaga
 Euphrosyne hadn't been of much use so far in the battle, but when the new reinforcements arrived for the Naga, well...she was determined to make a difference! Anything to get those horrible, slimy creatures out of Mother's temple! Then they would just find Mother, and have her festival as normal, and everything would be better!
She forced herself to smile even as she grimly nocked another arrow or two.
This was not her normal mode of operations. Euphrosyne was the goddess of mirth, dammit, and not given toward any of this. She liked parties and good wine and kittens and cute mortals. She felt quite out of her element among the rubble and chaos and fighting. But this only made her more determined. Once these serpents were ousted from Mother's temple, they could go back to normal, Euphrosyne would drink a lot of wine and find a lot of time to spend behind the curtains with mortal boys and girls. Maybe at the same time.
The thought sustained her, and her smile grew wider.
Damage:21
Healing: 10
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Seruta rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 7:55 pm
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Pae'il Name: Adrasteia
Day: 2
Who is engaged? Agnes and Anali
Adrasteia tilted her head, studying the Naga a moment.
Rage. Anger.
This one was furious.
Was it because of the battle? Was she supposed to be angry too? She could... 'pretend' to be angry, but that never seemed to give the right point across. She'd always get strange looks if she 'pretended' to do anything. Or if she actually did anything, for that matter. One of the drawbacks of being completely without emotion...
She didn't want to hit the Pae directly with the scythe. That would kill the Naga, that was for certain. She knew better than to outright kill any pae. There were grave repercussions for such actions. She didn't fear them. She merely knew that it was frowned upon. Greatly. And for someone who often discovered herself attempting to fit in - to act like everyone else - killing someone was not on her to-do list.
She tilted her head again, the coconut wizzing past her head. She turned to look at the fruit a moment before picking it up. She looked up again. The Naga lost interest in her and was continuing it's pursuit on the Faun in the tree.
So.
Coconuts were not only for eating.... but for throwing at other pae? Was this a game? Weren't games considered fun? What was fun like?
'Intrigued' enough to find out, she drew back her arm, then chucked the coconut at the Naga. "Like this, then?" she asked as it went soaring towards the Naga's noggin'...
"Is this a game?" she asked, looking to the faun with a flat stare. "Is this... fun?"
Damage:
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Menelie rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Twitchapher the 3rd rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-16)
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