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Post by drallore on Mar 15, 2018 20:04:56 GMT
Good morning to you all you filthy San Francisco Urbanites! The day in the city starts off like every other day! Loud! The air is filled with hundreds of cars revving and raging against each other for not driving in the ideal format there's so many people shouting "YAS QUEEN" that you could be forgiven for believing that a European monarch may have started visiting today, and there's no shortage of aggressive little corgis shouting amongst each other about how bad they could just act upon their animal instincts without getting a water bottle spray to the face. But despite the absurd amount of ear violence in the air, you've learned to enjoy the simple pleasures of the city. The BART train. You each have your own reasons for being on it today. Perhaps some of you are trying to pick up those special Red Bean Dango from Japantown because you totally forgot to get grandma breakfast this morning. Maybe you were supposed to get off at Daly City, but a group of teenage girls noticed you on the train and you ended up having to talk with them and missed your exit 5 stops ago. Maybe it's your first day in the city, and an old man had to show you how to buy a ticket and you have no idea where to get off. Regardless of your reasons, which I assume you will be more than willing to share to yourself in an internal monologue, but the point is, you all find yourselves on a train together. Though it should be noted that none of you know each other. You're each here by yourselves, crammed in sticky seats, homeless men rambling about how they're actually Jesus, and you totally owe them 40 bucks, and a wonderful aroma of breakfast foods, handbag dogs, and a wee bit of pot. As seekers, you get a good look at the little world of spirits meandering about the train, completely unknown by the other normal passengers. You get to see a couple of puffball flower creatures floating above some businessmen, their pollen causing the suits to sneeze and sniffle. Purple snakes slither underneath the seats, and make their way to people's ears, hissing in their ears and sending chills down their spines. One eyed magnets float about and drain energy from the cell phones of young kids trying to play their app games. One little boy in particular whines loudly as his phone dies right in the middle of a boss fight, and the magnet floats away, an air of satisfaction gleaming across its eye. Everything seemed so civil and normal . . . except for . . . Barreling out from one of the other cars of the train comes these two rambunctious spirits fighting amongst each other. "Firefighters have owned this train before you were even hatched! Go back to the hippies in Golden Gate park Boho!""As If! This is a fighting train for ALL FIGHTERS! Not just for YOU pretentious pricks!""You're just jealous you can't do a double kick right!!""You're just pissy because you're a mascot of a hyper religious fast food chain WITH SUB PAR BATHROOMS!"Unfortunately for you all, you're all seekers of some kind, and a part of your responsibilities include keeping the balance between spirits . . . well . . . balanced. Plus, if these two start getting out of hand, they may end up bumping into some normies, and we can't have people getting aware of the fact that there's invisible creatures punching their buns. Seems like a good time to intervene.
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Post by wolfgangx on Mar 15, 2018 20:40:32 GMT
Theodore was new in town. Very new, in fact. It was actually only his fourth day here. He was riding the rails for no real reason. He just left his hotel room and began going somewhere. A nice man gave him directions to the train. As Theodore was walking to the train, he kept hearing cries about Her Majesty herself. Theodore wondered if he should stop in for a visit. Nah, he had a job. A mission!
"I'm sure they just don't understand you."
Theodore was talking to a scruffy, unkempt, bearded man holding a teapot. Unsurprisingly, this man was named Teapot Tim. He had apparently come up to rant at Theodore about something, but Theodore decided to strike up a conversation. Tim was complaining about not being respected by the other local crazies. One could almost hear Custodia groaning inside her ball. The Storm Gauntlet and the ball containing Custodia were in a brown leather satchel that Theodore was carrying with him.
"Oh, sorry, Timothy. I just noticed something I should take care of."
Theodore noticed the two spirits fighting, and began walking up to the two of them.
"Come on, you two. Now's not the time or place to be fighting. I'm sure you both are very strong."
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Post by frigidscholar on Mar 15, 2018 21:14:15 GMT
Amy hated public transportation. It was loud, slow, and there were so many people. And of course, half of them wanted to talk to you about something for some god awful reason. If Amy had to listen to one more awkward stranger try to make small talk with her, she was going to scream. Which wouldn't even be heard over the cacophony of everyone else on the train, making it completely pointless. Maybe she should punch the next offender in the face instead. But that would cause an incident and then she'd have to use up some of her favors with the police so she didn't get arrested... again. So, she always made sure to bring a pair of sunglasses and headphones with her whenever she went on it. She had music on full blast so she could ignore any but the most persistent of annoyances and the sunglasses helped her pretend she was sleeping or increased her aura of 'leave me alone'.
She was in a particularly foul mood today since she had taken the train all the way to Japantown at the behest of her grandmother for something 'important' only to find out she was only trying to hook Amy up with some guy, again. Didn't her grandma know that arranged marriages weren't a thing anymore? She even had some sort of awful marriage contract out already, probably meant to trap her with the Onmyodo and have the most awful babies with the guy. Not only was he a jerk, but he wasn't even handsome at all! She was almost certain her grandmother was doing this just to fuck with her. Ughhhh. Her bad mood at least made putting up a grumpy expression particularly easy.
Though the relative peace and quiet of her small bubble didn't last for long as there was a blur of yellow and green that rushed past her. Amy flinched and closed her eyes. Nope. Nope nope nope. Don't look, Amy. Just don't get involved... She resisted as long as she could, but her conscience began to eat at her as she did. What if this pushed some random schmuck into becoming a Seeker? Amy wouldn't wish that on anybody. So she let out a long sigh and opened her eyes to take in the situation. After sizing it up, she pinched the bridge of her nose. Great, just great. She was going to have to break this up, wasn't she? In the middle of a crowded train so she looked like some crazy person. There were already a few scattered around, but she didn't want to be seen as another one. Hmm... maybe she could pretend to be on the phone? These ear buds did have a microphone built into them... maybe she could give them a stern warning or something. She wasn't sure Galvan could stand up to them given she was pretty sure they were Fighting types...
"... Here we go again..." she muttered to herself as she thought about what exactly to say when... huh? There was some guy... talking to them? Hmm... it was some kid. British by the sound of his accent. Kingsmen? Not all British seekers were Kingsmen, but... given there weren't a lot of them, especially in San Francisco, Amy didn't think it was a bad assumption to make. Well, he was making himself look completely nuts, but at least Amy didn't need to get involved anymore. She was pretty sure he could handle it. Maybe. Ha ha... she was going to have to totally bail him out of something, wasn't she? She let out a long grumble before reaching into her coat for the crystal sphere that held Galvan. He'd be ecstatic to jump in, she was sure. Amy still had hope she wouldn't have to, but with her luck... it'd be better just to be prepared.
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Post by potato on Mar 15, 2018 21:44:01 GMT
On a small seat in the corner of the train, a girl listened to tunes. She gave no sign of interest in anyone around, simply absentmindedly flicking between tracks in her own little world. The hobos did not bother her, she did not even look up at the passers by, she simply kept herself to herself. It was better this way - she didn't understand them. Not like she understood the things they couldn't see. Sometimes, she wished they could see too, that they could understand them, and then maybe they'd understand her... but what was the point? Why bother interacting with them? Mar would scold her for this kind of thinking, she knew, but some days its was just so hard to resist. In fact, the Gardevoir sat next to her on the train did notice - linked as they were, how could he not? He gave a small frown, tilting his head as he looked down at the girl next to him.
"We went over this, Lily. I know, it's scary, but you did promise to face your fears." Mar gently patted the girl on the head, gentle despite his reprimand. "And it's not so bad, is it? Look, no one's trying to hurt you or anything -- what? ...Alright." He couldn't keep a smile from his face, not when his best friend was speaking to him over their link. He was the only one she ever spoke to, and although he knew what kind of responsibility this was, it never failed to lift his spirits. "Well, I suppose we'll get off at the next stop. They did say there was a diner th-"
The blur that flashed across the girl's face drew a surprised gasp from Lily and a scowl from her guardian Gardevoir. Motioning for Lily to stay there and promising he'd be back soon with a quick exchange of thoughts, he rose to his feet and daintily, soundlessly followed the brawling Spirits. Another Seeker had arrived and the way he immediately started speaking to the Spirit made Mar roll his eyes. As the two fighting Pokemon duked it out with words and fists, Mar lazily leaned against a pole and cleared his throat politely, before throwing his own metaphorical hat in the ring.
"You're both being quite irresponsible and reckless, you know." His voice came soft and quiet, amplified by the slight reverb all Gardevoir carried in their voice. "I must respectfully ask you to desist before you cause any harm to those around you." His arms remained behind his back, his tone remained professional and his body language remained relaxed. He didn't so much have a type advantage as a type domination, but he'd learned to expect the worst when it came to his fellow Spirits and their tricks. Still, he was trying to defuse the situation, so some protocol had to be followed.
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Post by eltrou on Mar 16, 2018 8:17:35 GMT
It was nice to be able to get away from his usual schedule for a while and still commute. Granted, he did this kind of shit all the time in New York when he had the time for it -aka wasn't running late to rehearsal again- but still, commuting in other cities was a trip both literally and figuratively. Altair liked to people-watch and see all sorts of interactions that was going on between people and the spirits. It definitely made for an entertaining show - why he'd already seen some of the spirits' handiwork affecting the people here in subtle ways.
Altair only wished that he could talk -well more snark than anything- with his friend, but alas... Edmond didn't like trains like these. He may be small and loved shadows but this was a little too cramped for him and his flaming bone staff. Safety was more important than entertainment for this commute, and he didn't try to set fire on trains... on purpose anyways.
Then the latest disturbance came literally hurtling themselves through and Altair's eyebrows shot up when he saw two fighting creatures arguing with each other while duking it out. The topic was certainly interesting -a fighting train? It certainly sounded like the old underground pits he used to frequent, only more open and at daytime-, but they were being reckless enough that he would be forced to interfere soon.
The only reason he hadn't right now was because some Brit and a pretty boy spirit in a dress decided to try their hand at it first, and that a lot of his methods for dealing with spirits would be far less subtle. More lasers and lightshows. He was a little concerned with the way they approached the topic, but he simply kept an eye on the situation and the current players for now - the Brit, the pretty boy crossdresser spirit, the two fighters, and the girl that the spirit was talking to rather one-sidedly.
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Post by drallore on Mar 16, 2018 18:52:18 GMT
As Theodore knelt down to speak to the two fighting fighting types, many of the other passengers started to give him some odd looks. From their perspectives, a well off foreigner was talking to his shoes in the middle of the bart train, but then again, one of the homeless men had recently started talking about the time he did Rihanna's taxes for her, so it could just be a weird day. The pokemon weren't so responsive to Theodore's attempts at peace talks, instead barraging him with a flurry of incomprehensible ramblings about how the other pokemon was a total "cockbite". This continued until Mar happened to come to the scene, his natural psychic ability and evolution serving as a strong source of intimidation. The two spirits stopped their fighting, and stood quivering before Mar, before the firebird spoke "I-it's not like we're the only ones fighting!""Ya! It's a whole turf war right no-"Suddenly the entire car shakes violently. The source of the commotion no longer seems to be localized to this car, but instead the one behind you all, looking through the window, you see two MUCH larger spirits battling it out amongst themselves The two behemoths take up the entirety of the cars, and continue to smash and rumble until the train comes to a halting crash at the next stop. The train completely derails and smashes into the loading zone, and in doing so, hordes of fighting types, and fire types continue their scuffles out of the wreckage. Roll acrobatics, athletics, or survival to see how well you handle a train crash
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Post by wolfgangx on Mar 16, 2018 19:14:15 GMT
"What do you mean tur wa-BLOODY HELL!"
Theodore was thrown near clear of the wreckage, ducking and rolling with the blast. As he rolled, he attempted to get into a combat position right away, reaching into his bag for the Storm Gauntlet and for the ball containing Custodia.
"Oh my! How uncouth!"
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Post by potato on Mar 16, 2018 19:21:51 GMT
Mar nodded with satisfaction to himself, before looking up as they gave their stammering defense. Lily's eyes went saucer-wide at the absolute calamity happening in the next car, something which Mar unfortunately only now noticed.
"Yes, good, please end your bickering. I don't want any.--" His eyes alighted finally on the fighting Conkeldurr and Emboar. "--What THE F-"
The slender spirit was thrown off his feet, hitting the ground hard as he scrambled to try and get some semblance of balance as the entire train seemed to upend and shake. He tried his absolute best to get to and stay on his feet as he saw Lily curl up into a panicked ball and wait for it all to be over...
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Mar's Athletics: 1-61-61-6
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Post by frigidscholar on Mar 16, 2018 19:24:26 GMT
When the girly humanoid pokemon showed up on the scene, Amy almost fully relaxed. That was one of those weird psychic types, right? Yeah, they had it handled. She made to put her earbuds back in, but she couldn't help overhearing what they said next. A... turf war? Oh god. Amy turned her head to see the situation in the next car and her grumpiness melted away into pure horror. Ohhhh shit. This was not good. Though she didn't have much more time to react to it before the fighting between the huge spirits in the next car caused the train stopping to... not stop and continue into a crash instead. Amy had enough time to brace herself before the jolt of the crash threw her from her seat, oh god, how were you supposed to take falls again? Like... roll or something? It was too early in the morning for this!
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As she landed, fine or not, she moved out of the wreckage to take in the scene. "... God... fucking dammit. Ugh. Why does this always happen?" Amy grumbled to herself as she took out Galvan's ball. He wasn't exactly perfect for the situation, but it'd be better than just herself.3d6+2
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Post by eltrou on Mar 17, 2018 7:18:07 GMT
All was fine and dandy, the fighting even quelled for the moment when the pretty boy came onto the scene. It was probably some psychic type or fairy type -or the rare both- if it could shut them up that fast. But then they said that there was a turf war for fighting-types on the fucking train and then Altair didn't feel so amused or fine anymore. The bad feeling in the pit of his stomach got much worse when he turned to see that there were two massive spirits duking it out on the train, but even if he had wanted to comment on it the train was thrown into a violent stop.
Altair swore as he tried his best to roll with the momentum in a crowded train, tumbling from his seat and using the momentum of the fall to try and get as little damage as possible from the collision. Successful or not, Altair would then push himself upwards with an irritated grumble, getting out his cane and the crystal ball containing his companion.
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Boy was he fucking glad Edmond wasn't on the train during the crash or things would have gone fucking awkward.4d6+1
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Post by drallore on Mar 17, 2018 21:08:07 GMT
The train smashes through a number of cement columns, rails, and sub par street performers. Theodore and Amy managed to successfully brace themselves for impact, and took little to no damage from the fall. Mar and Lilly on the other hand . . . well they both ended up being thrown into a nearby utility closet, and found themselves covered in old oily rags and mops. Both lose a tick of HP. Altair nearly managed to land on his feet, but accidentally stepped on the tail of some flaming monkey, who screeched and kicked him in the gut, sending the charismatic man right back into the train. Altair similarly loses a tick of HP, and maybe a bit of pride from being owned by a tiny ape.
As the cars piled onto each other, fighting type spirits start barreling out of any orifice they can, be it in as a form of escape, in mid battle, or being tossed out by an enemy. There's so many spirits battling that normal people start getting shoved and pushed as they end up in the middle of the scuffles, but since they can't see the spirits that push, they assume it's another human. Some people think that a riot is starting, and start rushing out, trampling people beneath their feet. Others are eager to participate in the riot, swinging punches wildly all around them. In the middle of it all are the two large spirits, towering amongst all the combatants in the station. They seem like they are the leaders of the respective clans, and are leading all the chaos. Have fun dealing with this
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Post by frigidscholar on Mar 17, 2018 23:20:19 GMT
Amy managed to execute a clumsy roll to break her fall, which effectively cut off most of the momentum that sent her into the ground, surprising her with the fact it actually worked. Holy shit, did she actually look kind of cool there? Huh, she usually felt like a clumsy loser most of the time. She managed skid to a stop and brushed the dust off her coat as she got up. Her jaw dropped at the chaos that had broken out across the train station they had plowed into. Holy fuck, did shit always hit the fan within 5 seconds whenever she was around or was that a thing that always happened? Well, not getting involved didn't seem like an option anymore, especially considered all the bystanders getting trampled or beat up in the chaos, making Amy wince. Awww jeez, she was going to have to stop this wasn't she? Where did those other Seekers go? She looked around wildly before spotting the rich guy seemingly fine and then that girly spirit lying prone in a broom closet with some teenager who was maybe their Seeker?
Man, were they going to do anything? Recovering from getting thrown out of a train was fine and all, but they needed to deal with this sort of thing ASAP! It was pretty clear the two big guys from before were probably driving this whole thing forward, so... They should probably take both of them down. Then maybe all this insanity would stop. ... Man, why wasn't anyone doing anything?! She didn't want to be the one to lead the charge, she wasn't really a fighter by any means of the word. More of a... support person. But whatever, it seems like she'd have to take the lead. Or... maybe she could...
She rushed over to the English guy before stepping in front of him and getting his attention. He looked pretty sturdy and seemed to have some sort of weapon so he could probably take a few hits before going down. She crossed her arms and put on a bit of a grumpy face, "Hey! Come on, get up! Or are you going to sit around and let these people get hurt? Those two are the leaders and I can't take them on my own! Come on, when they go down, the fighting will stop!" ... Probably. But Amy wasn't going to say that aloud. Hopefully that'd kick him into action so Amy could follow behind him and not get punched in the face by those behemoths. He seemed like the heroic type that would be super into doing things like saving the populace or whatever.
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Post by wolfgangx on Mar 17, 2018 23:31:14 GMT
"Bloody hell! What a roaring combat! I would be remiss if I didn't involve myself! Custodia!"
Theodore threw the crystal sphere containing Custodia into the air, and the Luxray appeared next to Theodore.
"What do you require, young master?"
"Custodia! We must protect these people! They are in need of our help!"
He briefly turns to Amy.
"Thank you for the assistance, fair maiden! If you have a spirit of your own, I would recommend letting it out and helping to protect the civilians."
He leaps onto the Luxray's back, with surprising agility, and placed the Storm Gauntlet onto his right arm.
"Are we doing battle now?"
"YES! Custodia, LET US RIDE FORTH! INTO GLORY!!!"
As Theodore approached the giant flaming pig and the giant humanoid wielding the concrete pillars, the Storm Gauntlet begins to crackle with electricity, and the air around them begins to smell of ozone.
"Gauntlet! Thunderbolt! Apply Modifier: Size!"
A bolt of lightning rushes out of the Storm Gauntlet towards the two fighting, before exploding into a sphere a few meters wide, enveloping both of the spirits.
Theodore used Thunderbolt! Theodore used Authentic Thaumaturgy: Enlarged Power! U3ugbFiS1-20 1-20·3d10+14
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Post by frigidscholar on Mar 18, 2018 0:38:52 GMT
Amy managed to keep a straight face for all of three seconds, which was long enough for the kid to throw out some feline spirit before jumping on it and dashing right at the leaders. Amy wasn't sure whether to laugh or scream, so she simply facepalmed as the guy rode off. Did... did he really just call her 'fair maiden'? Holy shit, what antiquated rock did this guy dig himself out from? Amy dragged her hand down her face before letting a deep breath in and out. Well, didn't seem like there was anything else to do except capitulate on this guy charging in and... uh. Was that... lightning?! Oh god, this guy was super flashy too, great. Amy groaned as she released Galvan near her and began focusing on her own inner strength.
The bulky creature appeared next to her, stretching a bit, which caused the metal plates to clang against each other. He took in the situation before taking a side glance at her. "Amy," he said after a brief pause.
Amy tensed up as the word broke through her focus, "What? Kind of busy right now." Focus... breathe... find that strength and...
The Lairon let out a long suffering sigh, "Not to doubt your intentions, but this seems to be a horde of fighting types. I'm not too picky about what I fight, but even you should know I'm not particularly strong against those."
Amy snarled as she wrenched the power under her control and stretched her arms out, conjuring a shimmering veil over her and the boy that rushed into battle. Hopefully that Reflect would let him take a few more hits from those things before they came after her and Galvan. Powers cast, she turned to the spirit, "Well, yeah, but I don't exactly have much choice, do I? You know I'm useless in actually hitting things and I can't exactly just leave this situation alone, now can I?" she said somewhat testily. "And that's why I sent you out over here, and not next to those things. So you wouldn't get punched in the face."
The spirit bared his teeth in his way of grinning, "Ha! I see. It's good to know your resolve is as good as it ever is. I will assist you in this."
Amy sort of stared at him before grumbling under her breath. Stupid no good snarky spirit. He did this all the time, feigning hesitance to make her argue for going into battle and admit she actually wanted to fight. Well, whatever, she was invested now. Where were those other guys? She turned back to the other Seeker, the one she had spotted falling into the closet. "Come on! You can't be that hurt! We need some help over here!" As she did this, Galvan stomped the ground, making a shower of rocks fall on the two Fighting pokemon.
Amy used Reflect!
Galvan used Rock Slide! (Flinches on 17+, Rock, Physical)
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Post by frigidscholar on Mar 18, 2018 0:39:49 GMT
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Post by potato on Mar 18, 2018 0:44:44 GMT
It was all Mar could do to cling onto Lily and shield her with his body, as slender and impractical as that was.He ended up covered in machine oil, and the impact with the closet left his ears ringing as he groggily checked to see if Lily was okay. A stab of worry hit his heart as she was unresponsive, only to replaced with relief when she opened her eyes and stared blearily up at him. Pulling her coat around her shocked and quivering form to try and keep her warm, he looked up at the fracas developing before him.
"Lily... Stay here, okay? You'll be safe, I promise." He whispered to the girl, before turning away - and feeling a tug on his hand. Lily was already standing, dishevelled but determined. Mar could only open and close his mouth a few times before sighing. "Alright, alright, fine. Stay behind me, alright?" The girl nodded in reply to his request, and the two made their way over to what he presumed were Seekers. As he approached the man and woman, the boy dashed off to fire lightning at the two giant combatants.
"You there! Are you alright?" Mar called to the woman who had been yelling at Theodore just a few moments before. "Come on, we have to get this under control!" Not the most inspired of battle speeches, but Mar was never eloquent when he had a stinging headache. Turning back to the battle, he stared down the two fighters before raising his hand and aiming at the Conkeldurr.
"Damn it all... Now he's went and got their attention, I guess I have to use brute force!" His eyes went pure reflective silver as he muttered, looking like two mirrors reflecting the building energy in his hand. The soft glow of moonlight bathed his face as he concentrated...before turning his palm into a pointed finger and sending the concentrated lunar energy directly at the concrete-waving idiot.
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Post by eltrou on Mar 18, 2018 13:49:20 GMT
Altair was victorious for all of a few moments before he got sucker punched in the gut right back to the train by a tiny monkey of all things. Ugh... he was having flashbacks to the Club Banana incident even as he pushed himself back up with a groan, his body aching a bit. He shook his head and made his way through the throng of the crowd, idly avoiding both spirits and humans as he did so. Thankfully his hat was still on his head despite that strong punch - thank perfect fits. "Fuck." Was the first word out of his mouth when he had made it to a place with some breathing room, muttered in an irritated hiss when he saw that the place was a goddamned riot straight out of a monster movie. He had just arrived to see some guy riding a big blue and black cat to the duo of large beasts and giving them a shock, only to then see a rain of boulders and debris from some iron mini-rhino thing and a blast of weird energy from pretty boy spirit, all with people beside them. Wonderful, this turned into a Seekers versus gang wars right up in here. With a sigh, he released Edmond. The small creature gave him an inquiring look, only to grimace when Altair pointed out the source of the ruckus. "We'll have to quell them with violence. Prepare yourself in case someone tries to close in." Altair muttered quietly as he brought out his cane and extended it to staff mode -- subtlety crashed along with the goddamned train. Edmond began to twirl around his flaming bone staff in a menacing dance that seemed bright and eerie within the station despite the artificial lights going on. Meanwhile, Altair, though the farthest away from the action, was still able to raise his staff at the dueling duo and aim at the giant pig, his staff's runes flaring ominously before it fired off a bolt of dangerously-sparking white energy that would impact the big boar if it hit. He didn't bother to announce himself as he did, only lowered the hat to hide more of his frowning features as he did so. He had no mask, but this would have to do... for the moment. Edmond - Alolan Marowak used Swords Dance!Altair Stavros used Rending Spell! | AC: | 8eqJ1|161d20+Accuracy Bonus ≥ 3 + Target Evasion | Type: | Normal | Frequency: | EOT | Damage: | 2d6+35 | Crit Adds: | 2d6+10 | Damage Category: | Special | Range: | WR, 1 Target | Effects: | The target loses a Tick of Hit Points on 14+. |
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Post by wolfgangx on Mar 18, 2018 16:18:05 GMT
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Post by drallore on Mar 18, 2018 19:48:02 GMT
After the leaders take a barrage of assaults from rocks, lightning, and moonlight, all the fighting around you just stops. The normal humans are mostly gone, or too distracted from helping out crash victims to notice you, but every fighting type spirit in the room has turned their attention to the lot of you.
"Did they just hit our master?!"
"They did!! They hit our master too!!"
"What the hell is wrong with you, ya jerks!!"
The warring gangs have briefly come to a truce to tell you all how appalled they are that you attacked their respective leaders. As the mob continues their ramblings and raving, both leaders turn to you, hateful intent in their eyes. The flaming pig is the first to speak
"Humans . . . why do you attack us? It's very rude to hit someone like that unprovoked"
The large spirit with cement pillars nods in agreement
"If you have some grievance with us, use your words. Your violent natures are extremely childish."
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Post by wolfgangx on Mar 18, 2018 19:54:39 GMT
"You were putting innocent lives in danger! I couldn't exactly let that go unnoticed!"
Theodore was still mounted atop the blue and black Custodia, the Gauntlet still crackling.
"My apologies for attacking you, good sirs, but you were endangering these civilians! How is that unprovoked? If you wish to take your fight somewhere more remote, where innocent people won't get hurt, I would be happy to help you. But if you fight here, you may inadvertently expose yourselves. And I really can't allow you to harm any more civilians!"
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