Complete 18+ Main Story (S4 Finale) DRAGON.end - Phase 3

[Tick Tock]

52 / 200

Health
-40 HP (Attack on Supports)
-25 HP (CosmicBleed)
-10 HP (GSP thingy)
+00 HP (Heal)

Status
▪ Location: A2
▪ With Tock!

The return of the twins, heralded by the heroes that regrouped themselves once again. As if a fragment of her psyche that could never leave her side, Tock appeared, only she was very much physical. She just took a nap on one of the other team's pocket dimension while they did all the work!

Maria pressed her hands against her temples, groans escaped her lips just as her form begun to glitch like T.V static. Spontaneous, uncontrollably so. It always hurt the most to remember everything at the last seconds of conciousness, and then... Blank. Everything got airy in her head.

The timeless bluenette finally sleeps once again.

"Ew, we are standing on damage!" Tick made note, as stars and galaxies bled from her legs and arms. More accurately, coloured sparkling liquids from their wounds, yet nigh a groan of pain, nada.

"Yes, very painful indeed! Tock suggests we pick high ground. And with high ground Tock means that thing over there!" Tock pointed out to Da Baby Magnum, with her sister squinting her glassy eyes to get a better look at the automaton. "Maybe we can get a better look and find Kyanna from there!" Her heart flatters, robo-butterflies escaping from her stomach, quite literally in fact once the illusion she weaved came to life and they all begun to fly away, only to get shut down by the very ground they are standing on, zapped down to earth.

They begun to move, janky steps almost making them flop but never truly losing their balance, if they had any in the first place. The Twins gave a glance around, paying notice to a double trouble duo who looked most fitting for their performance. No weapons, and only their very hands to pummel the life out of that stupi- that very cute looking baby bot.

"LOOK! IT'S A CAT!" Tick pointed out to @Harper, her sister sharing a gasp of surprise right then and there. "Let's help her!" And her spellcasting begun-- The tigress may not rely on magic, but certainly some very cool looking GHOSTLY KNUCKLE DUSTERS made out of pure life would let her hit just as hard as life does to people in general.

"Tick help the cute cat, Tock will help Mr. Cool. He looks like Tock could give him a HAND!" Tock nodded, and her own spellcasting but a swirl from her hands, a motion not so different to Tick's, if only inverted, like clock wise and counter clock wise. But in his case, not just fancy physical augments would come to his help.

Two ghastly puppet arms would show up just above him, throwing testing jabs on the air as if preparing themselves to mimicry his own attacks.

Rolls

AoE Buff
1d100 (87) + [30] + 15 + 5 = 137 / 3
+46 extra damage to 3 targets for 1 attack ( @Harper | @Creature | @Seigi Ling Ling (Edited, this will apply for the next round)

AoE | Animancy | Tick Tock | 1745C3

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 34523/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 333/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Play Sheet

 

[Seigi Ling Ling]

49 / 250

Health
-20 HP (Attack on Supports) (Halved by Protection)
-10 HP ( GSL Popularse )
+15 HP (Mitigation)

Status
▪ Location: A1

The battlefield shifted once again. From alone together to together alone. Breaking limit after limit in a way that the Mother of Machines could not have anticipated. After all, if she had the power to massacre them one by one, isolated and alone, she would have done so, no?

She tried. She failed. She tried again. She failed again. Now, she'd try a third time and bring forth her own downfall. Barely even grazed by the banshees assault, thanks to @Ueno Mizuki's boon, Seigi pointed her finger at Szorfrit. "Monologue all you want, a GREAT hero once said, the more sokistik... sopis... so... sophisticated- NONSENSICAL!-" Language was hard! "-your speech, the less truth there is to it! As a matter of fact, we still stand united, and we'll be coming out ahead. United." That said, Seigi could now glance a few points of interest amongst the many familiar faces.

For one there was Lady N (@Pandora*), who was in dire need of a classical Mahou Shoujo friendship bonding. What a stupid! Hmpf.

Then, there was @Tick Tock her newest bestest friend in some weird alternate universe for sure. They'd clearly get to spend more time together soon.

Though ultimately, Seigi's eyes set themselves on Magi. Her dearest treasure. Whom she swore to protect. For all the pain and suffering around them, if Seigi couldn't even save the people dearest to her, how was she supposed to save anybody else?

Yet, there @Magi Heart laid bare. A puppet, broken beyond salvation. Tainted to her very core. "No!" A fact falsely formed opinion by some, that Seigi refused to accept. It was wrong. They were wrong. And she'd prove them wrong, no matter what it would take. She'd break down any four walls.

Without missing another beat, Seigi rushed towards Magi. "Magi!" She called out before the aura surrounding Seigi condensed into her very form, giving shape to a more Magitek-like look as she whispered her chants. Their chant. She was always with her, silently lurking.

"A girl stands tall, her heart ablaze

But her flames consume, with deadly grace​

A burning passion, a fierce desire

Destroying all in its fiery embrace
​

To reach for the stars and never tire

And have her dreams expire.​

— IGNITION!"​

For Magi, Seigi must have been near blinding as her hair wasn't the only shiny part of her new attire. Like a little white dwarf, the girl embraced her best friend with the force of a thousand suns. Her fiery glow engulfing not just her, but the other girl. Synchronizing heartbeats and sharing a deep part of Seigi's being with Magi, wait was Seigi sort of singing(?).

"I'm not crying you're crying! Gotta stay POSITIVE." She called out with teary eyes, as Magi could feel the pain in her own body easing up. Regenerating whatever limbs (and eye) she had lost through the pure and overwhelming power of Light.

"I've missed you! But now that we're together, nothing can stop us! We've got to help everybody here by shutting down Sneezefrit!" She didn't need to ask if Magi was okay, because she would be okay.

Seigi would make sure of that.

Rolls

(P) Corruption
(11 + 19 + 9) = 39
+39 to attacks, heals, or buffs. +20 to checks.
Corruption advances, lose 39 HP...
Corrupt | Seigi Ling Ling | 1745C3
(BA) Suppress Corruption Seigi Ling Ling

(U) Risky
3d20 (1 + 12 + 20) = 33
Risky | Seigi Ling Ling | 1745C3
1d20 (15) = 15
Risky | Seigi Ling Ling | 1 Explosion | 1745C3

Heal
2d20 EX (12 + 14) + 25 + 25 + 33 + 15 = 124 (0 explosions)
+124 HP to @Magi Heart
Harmonic Magic | Seigi Ling Ling | 1745C3

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 34523/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 333/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Asher]

145 / 205

Health
- 10 HP ( cycle update ) [ 105 > 95 ]
- 10 HP ( GSL Popularse ) [ 95 > 85 ]
- 15 HP ( B1 hazard dmg ) [ 85 > 70 ]
+ 75 HP ( Rael healing ) [ 70 > 145 ]

Status
▪ Location: B1
▪ Vulnerable ( from Ultra protect ) ( protected by Luna )

Protecting
▪ @Hanno Futaba @Rael @Lune

• Her real ire lay with the gods of this world?!
  
  Asher doesn't have a second moment to consider the words that Snofrid has spoken as the battlefield around him erupts into danger. He winces, ducking down as sharp metal careens past him, his ears aching as the cries and screams of fellow Starcalled rush to fill what had been a semi-quiet void. He loses people in the shuffle, in the chaos and peril that was suddenly at the corners of his vision.
  
  For a moment, he doesn't know what to do. There were so many people that needed help and every which way he turned was another player that could die. Someone else who could be trapped here forever. There was no field guide for this, no manual to separate who needed help right now and who could wait six seconds. None of them could.
  
  He catches sight of a head of pink hair through the legs, torsos, swords, and spells being flung around. And Rael is moving, quickly. Asher doesn't know where she's going, but his legs move before his brain has time to contemplate why they're moving at all and what made her so special that he would forsake everyone else—anyone else—to make sure that she got through this alive. What if she was already locked in? Would this then be a mistake?
  
  The thoughts collide with one another as he catches up to her, hand whipping out, fingers wrapping around her bicep as his eyes drink her in. She was covered in blood from the neck down, the sharp wet scent of it making his nostrils flare. He feels his own blood leave his face, his fingers tingle, his nose itches, and he barely realizes the moment Hanno joins them. "What happen—"
  
  Not the time nor the place, a fact that is reinforced when his attention is dragged back to the battle, and he pushes his awareness across those that he can see. It would protect them, keep them on their toes, and hopefully they would live to see the end of this mayhem.

Movement: A3 > A2 > A1 > B1

Rolls

Ultra Protect
1d100 (59) + 15 + 10 = 84
84 damage
Give 3 allies within range the Protected State. You are Vulnerable.
Guard Arts | Asher | 1745C3

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 34439 / 50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970 / 970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333 / 333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 333 / 333
▪ Nu SP: 333 / 333
▪ Build Sheet

 

[Matilda]

0 / 225

Health
+00 HP (Mitigation)
+00 HP (Heal)

Status
▪ Location: B2
▪ Super Vulnerable from Critical Attack x2

Alecto raged on, screaming insult after insult, cursing everything for being able to cause such harm. It was as though she were a beast lashing out at the world. Unfortunately, the rage that Alecto released was random and savage, not the fierceness honed to pinpoint accuracy that she had displayed previously.

"BURN, BOW, AND DIE!"

Alecto had let herself go, and as she did, she lost her edge.

Unleashing a series of breath attacks wildly at Szofrit, the blasts of dragon's breath failed to hit with the same crushing precision as before. The damage done was was only a fraction of her last attacks, and it was only when seeing this was the Faerin brought back to her senses. It was only then, that Alecto realized what was happening.

Ah... what a fool I've been. I've underestimated the situation and let myself go. Apparently, I still need training. Ahh, this is embarrassing and so unlike me, I guess this is farewell for now. Even so, I'll be back. This world is mine after all.

Smiling, Alecto was consumed.

Rolls

▪ Buff: +00 (1)
▪ Save: +00
▪ Inspire: +00

(BA) Sharpshooter's Aim
+25 bonus damage when you attack an enemy at range.

Utilized Twice

Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (70, 45) + [40] + 25 + 20 + 25 = 180
180 damage
You are Vulnerable.
Aeromancy | Alecto | Code

Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (7, 18) + [40] + 25 + 20 + 25 = 128
128 damage
You are Vulnerable.
Aeromancy | Alecto | Code


Total Damage: 333

▪ Szofrit HP: 34106 / 50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970 / 970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333 / 333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 333 / 333
▪ Nu SP: 333 / 333
▪ Build Sheet

 

[Harper]

72 / 150

Health
-40 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
-10 HP (GSL Propulsar)

Status
▪ Location: A2 -> A1
▪ With Da Baby!

Once again, Harper has twarted. But this time, no amount of training or skills she had would help her dampen the damage, the tigress only being able to shift her body moments before the spear reached her and avert a sure-death blow by making it hit her shoulder instead.

This, of course, still meant she had a spear go clean through her right shoulder into the ground, pinning the beastkin to the ground. No experience in her life, here in Terrasphere or in real life, could've prepared her for the pain that followed.

"AAAAAAAAUGH! SHIT SHIT SHIT!"

Harped screamed and whimpered as she struggled, every small movement causing incredible pain which itself caused more involuntary movement. Her breathing got out of control once again. Her eyes darted around frantically. Was Szofrid going to attack again? Where was Szofrid? Was she safe?

Was she going to die here?!

NO! No the fuck not she wasn't! Wake up!

She had been through tough situations before. Be it being behind on points at the tail-end of a round or deep into an opponent's submission attempt, this wasn't her first rodeo with imminent defeat. And while sometimes she didn't manage to turn things around, this was no reason to stop trying or lose hope.

To some, she was Harper. To others she was Nicole Fairbanks. And to all, she would make them know her as a bonafide badass.

With deep breaths, she got her bearings backs. First things first, she needed that spear to go, but she wasn't about to pull herself through the entirety of it. So, with steady but shaky fingers, she would reach and eventually grab the part of the spear in front of her.

"If I take too long, this is just gonna hurt a lot more, so... NGGGGH! GAH!"

Using her strength, she would snap the end of it with a grunt before pulling herself through the now-shorter end of it and freeing herself. While having her freedom back was good, there was both the fact that she was bleeding a lot and the battlefield around her had changed again in the meanwhile. This time, Szofrid had brought a few more friends to help her out, but there also were a lot more people with Harper.

Szofrid had said a lot of things, but Harper didn't pay them that much mind. After all, there was just one thing in her mind right now: Beat the crap of the thing that was beating the crap out of her! Which only made her more distraught when her quarry was now quite literally out of her reach, floating in the sky above her. "Oh for gods sake, you do all that and then have the gall to just float away, you brat! Get back down here!"

Of course, she would be ignored, much to her dismay. But as she was starting to blow profanities into the air above her, her ears picked up @Tick Tock 's comment and she was about to complain about being called a cat before she noticed the ghostly knuckledusters in her fists. Neato. "Yo, thanks! But I'm not a cat, I'm a tiger. I don't purr, I roar. Remember that."

The interactions with the magia twins helped her focus more on her surroundings, a good lot calmer now. If she couldn't hit Szofrid right now, she just had to make do with her pack of lackeys. And given she wasn't up for hitting N unless needed, she made her way towards the Magnum Baby.

With all those weapons and barrels, Harper figured that the ball could quickly become quite the thorn in their side if left unchecked. As such, it would be for the best if she hindered it. She was no hacker however, so she would have to neutralize it the old fashionable way. After all, breaking the weapons into tiny pieces could be just as effective as taking down the shooter.

She couldn't slam Szofrid's dumb face right now. But imagining her face onto the barrels of the weapons she was rampaging against would serve for now. And thus would commence her avalanche of ghost-boosted punches towards the exposed weapons.

"Atah! Huatah! Atatata!"

Rolls

(BA) Duelist
+30 bonus damage when you attack an enemy in melee.

Harper

Hinder
1d100 (93) + [15] + 15 + 15 + 30 + 46 = 214
214 SP damage

Guard Arts | Harper | 1745C3

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 34106/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 119/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Marigold Diablo]

20 / 140

Health
+00 HP (Mitigation)
+00 HP (Heal)

Status
▪ Location: A3
▪ Vulnerable from reckless

"And now we're in the middle robot hell..."

Marigold sighed as she looked around and saw that the enemies had only multiplied.

Well, Marigold, if there was ever a time to run this is it. Let's go, time to haul ass.

As she turned, Marigold took a step but then stopped. There was something like an itch, an unscratchable itch that was bothering her. Marigold had no idea how magic worked, but it was obvious she could make things happen, random weird things, but things. She could still help. Most of her didn't really want to, but there was an itch that made her want to show everyone what she was capable of.

Turning around, Marigold Diablo turned around and shook her head.

I'm such an idiot.... what am I even doing. I'm not powerful enough to really take down anything here. Whatever I cast is going to be super weird and I'm probably going to embarrass myself in front of everyone. Man... I guess here goes nothing.

Pointing her hand at Lady Iron Man, Marigold decided to do her best.

"Let's see.... umm... by my powers combined, I am the... instrument of the... cos... mos, tremble in fear at my power! GAZUNTEIT!"

Suddenly, in Marigold's hand a wide dove formed from layers of interwoven magic.

"Oh wow! You're pretty aren't you? Are you going to call your bird friends to come attack that flying mecha woman over there?"

The bird cooed and took off on wings of pure white heading straight for Lady N.

"Is it going to peck her eyes or something? Please don't do something stupid birdy..."

Once the bird reached Lady N, it exploded as though it were made of C4. Marigold cringed hoping no one had seen her attack, or at least asked any questions.

Rolls

▪ Buff: +00 (1)
▪ Save: +00
▪ Inspire: +00

(BA) Auto Assist
+15 to attacks, heals, buffs, checks, contributions, and saves.
Marigold Diablo

Reckless Attack
3d100 (31 + 16 + 6) + 5 + 0 + 5 = 63
63 damage
You are Vulnerable.
Corrupt | Marigold Diablo | Code

Damage: 78 268

▪ Szofrit HP: 34062 / 50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970 / 970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333 / 333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 119 / 333
▪ Nu SP: 333 / 333
▪ Build Sheet

 

[Hanno Futaba]

177 / 300

Health
-40 HP (Szofrit's Attack - Vulnerable)
-10 HP (GLS Propulsar - Flat)
-15 HP (Surging Pulse)
+00 HP (Mitigation)
+57 HP (Heal - @Cadmean)
+19 HP (Heal - @Inari)
+38 HP (Heal - @Vina Skysong)

Status
▪ Location: B1
▪ Together
▪ Protected by @Asher
▪ Lion's Knight

< Continuing from DRAGON.End - Phase 2 Comms >

"I just want to get everyone out of here alive. But I don't know if that's even possible."​

Hanno glanced to @Ash Vargold, then at @Erick Stryker clenching his fist for a moment as he paused to consider everything, so far.

"Probably not everyone." Hanno frowned, partially bitter from admiting it, but with his eyes flaring as he determined clenched his fist, taking a step forward and glaring at the enemy. "But no soul will be lost. And if some of ours are harmed, it won't be in vain." He side glanced Ash once again.

Spoiler: Mood

"Protect the ones you hold dear. Fight, because this is no longer the 'game' we know or a raid." His eyes flickered, with expressions turning defiant as he finally advanced. "Moon, I'll be right behind ya-" He warned @Lune, going in a slower pace than her as he charged.

"UI-Locked! Those that met death twice, CAUTION AT MAXIMUM!" Hanno roared as he trampled his way across the battlefield, swinging his arms to parry and deflect incoming projectiles, pulling and pushing allies out of the danger's way while defending himself and others. "Don't leave anyone behind. If someone falls, give them a hand. If someone bleed, close their wound. If someone shields you, cover their blind spots-"

Hanno finally found himself close enough to the enemy, finding himself being protected by @Asher. "You better not die this time around, buddy. You being alive is three of us saved-" He said, half-scold half-encouraging, just as he reciprocated the protection of the minotaur man, protectively stancing close to him and Lune. His fists glowed, and a protective aura engulfed Lune, Ash and @Attia Patal, who was still a bit far from him. "Hang in there!" He called for the birdkin, and just before he gave one last leap for the attack, he noticed @Cadmean approaching, giving the energy he needed to face the enemy.

Flashing the fellow faerin a grin, he turned toward Szofrit, charging a sequence of rapid blows while trying to keep her attention on the vanguard, hoping to block her path from the others.

"Stars shine so they never meet a dawn, but those who face them do."​

Taunting (625)

Rolls

Movement: B3 > A2 > B1 (Protect)

Protect
1d100 (95) + 25 + 25 + 30 (Surging Pulse) = 175
175 damage
Give @Asher within range the Protected State
Aura | Hanno Futaba | 1745C3

(F) Taunt
(175 * 3) + 100 = 625 threat
Hanno Futaba

(BA) Savior
Give @Attia Patal, @Lune & @Ash Vargold within range 25 to a save roll.
Aura | Hanno Futaba

(F) Guardian
Mitigate 15 damage from @Attia Patal.
Aura | Hanno Futaba

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 33887 / 50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970 / 970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333 / 333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 119 / 333
▪ Nu SP: 333 / 333
Build Sheet

 

[Creature]

57 / 195

Health
-10 HP (GSL)
-25 HP (Cosmicbleed)

Status
▪ Location: C2 -> B2
▪ Distofield (-1 Movement)

Through their combined efforts Creature was pleased to see his team survive long enough to break through the darkness and reunite with the rest of the raiders. The fight was only just beginning though. There was no time to celebrate. Only chaos consumed the battlefield now.

While he was happy to still have attached limbs, they were noticeably heavier now. The fatigue from fighting along with the field distortion made it difficult to move. But staying in one place for too long was a guaranteed death sentence. He needed to get his bearings. Activating hyper sense, he forced himself to the center of the room… Straight into a trap that made his head spin and stomach churn.

"This… Really sucks…" He mumbled before coughing up some blood. Was this it? Could a raid like this be completed? There had to be something he could do.

Creature snapped out of his rumination after noticing the puppet arms above him. It was an opportunity he wouldn't waste. Pieces of debris and scrap metal flew by in every direction. It gave him an idea.

"Watch out cat chick!" He shouted at @Harper who was fighting one of the machines.

With enhanced perception he managed to pinpoint where to punch a particularly large piece of debris to make it change course toward the baby magnum. Seeing how well it worked he'd turn and punch some smaller scrap metal toward the other hostiles too.

Rolls

▪ Buff: +46 from Tick Tock

Hinder
1d100 (63) + [15] + 10 + 10 = 98
98 SP damage
Hyper Sense | Creature | 1745C3

(BA) Area Torment
Deal 10 flat damage to all enemies adjacent to you or those narratively close.
Creature

Total:
144 SP Damage
40 Damage

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 33847/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Sean Poteitoku]

40 / 175

Health
-20 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
-10 HP (GSL)
+00 HP (Mitigation)
+44 HP (Heals)

Status
▪ Location: A2
▪ Vulnerable from Nothing
▪ Protected by Nobody

...Allies.

One could always count on their allies to keep them going.

Sean should know this better than anybody else.

It's always those he's around that keeps him standing. They give him a reason to fight, support him every step of the way... but what does he do for them?

He can't do much... his blade is only good for pointing at his enemies...

But perhaps he can put his faith in his allies, as they do for him.

As the battlefield shifted, Sean started dashing back and forth in wavedashes, building up more and more momentum. Eventually, his eyes caught sight of a target. There.

The red warrior jumped into the air, raising his sword above his head. With a red glow, he swung down to send a wave of red energy at the guard of Baby Magnum, landing back on whatever was considered ground at the moment in a pose.

Rolls

A3→A2→A3→A2→A3→A2→A3→A2→A3→A2 (Wild)
▪ Buff: +00
▪ Save: +00
▪ Inspire: +00
(BA) Rush
Double your total movement count this cycle.
Sean Poteitoku | 1745C3

(F) Momentum
(9 * 5) = 45 bonus momentum damage
Dynamism | Sean Poteitoku

Wild Attack
2d100 (37 + 73) + 15 + 45 = 170
170 damage

Slash Weapons | Sean Poteitoku | 1745C3

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 33613/50000
(note, there was a mini-audit on szofrit's hp)
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Lune]

100 / 325

Health
-50HP from Szofrit's attacks
-15HP from Field effect
+50 Mitigation

Status
▪ Location: B1
▪ Protected by @Asher
▪ +25 Save from @Hanno Futaba

Lune couldn't take her eyes off Nu (@Lady N). There must be a way to save her, and obviously, it's putting down Szofrit.

Regrouping with @Ash Vargold, @Hanno Futaba, and @Asher, she planned to just go toe-to-toe with the magia leader. "We can protect everyone," The blue-haired girl muttered, clutching her wounded chest. "We'll succeed where Corvella failed."

Not only a threat to her friends, but the whole world, as well. First, her beloved, and now her friend. Enough is enough.

"SZOFRIT!"

She shouted at the top of her lungs, her distorted voice echoing through the space with a significant force. Shockwaves blasted under her feet due to the sheer vengeful energy she expulsed.

"THIS. ENDS. NOW!"

Roaring, a golden mist escaped her body, slowly forming a gigantic image of the fallen protector's armor. Standing tall, the aura armor interpretation of the Immortal Heroine stared at the mother of machines, absorbing her steel projectiles to envelop its own right arm, before unleashing a massive graviton punch back at her.

Taunting (844)

Rolls

Movement: C1 > B1
Ultra Counter
1d100 (88) + [60] + 25 + 25 = 198
198 damage
Ultra Counter successful, 60 damage added!
Mitigate 20 damage.
Aura | Lune | 1745C3

(F) Torment
Deal 20 flat damage to an adjacent enemy.
Lune

(F) Guardian
Mitigate 15 damage from yourself or allies when you target them via an action or a BA.
Aura | Lune

(BA) Shield
Mitigate 15 incoming damage to yourself or a [defense] action target.
Lune

+30 Attack from field effect

Total Damage: 248

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 33395/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Tetsunosuke]

-8 / 190

Health
-50 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
-15 HP (Surging Pulse)

Status
▪ Location: ???
▪ Vulnerable from Multi Attack

After Tetsunosuke had fired his healing beam, he was then assailed with severe discomfort. As he then watched his other compatriots, they were also attacked with such a severe force that he knew that he was lucky that he had survived the whole ordeal. As he then looked at his battered body, he knew that he could not survive for long and was scheduled to be consigned to pieces of scrap metal before long. Although more and more people came into view, fighting together to defeat this menace, he knew that utilizing their mana to have him fixed would just be meaningless if he would still die from yet another attack. And so he then decided, that if this would be his end anyways, he would end it on his own terms.

Mustering the last bit of power that was remaining in his body to power his jetpack, he then shot like a dart towards Szofrit, balling up an intense magitech energy within both of his hands. This was all of his power, and he decided to have Szofrit's parts rearrange involuntarily with it before he shuts down immediately. As he then reached the perfect spot, he then gathered every bit of energy he could muster within his surroundings to fire off the bolts of energy, the resulting beams so intense that all of his energy within him was drained. He did not even see his bolts hitting Szofrit, but he was satisfied with it as the magia fell down to the ground lifelessly.

Rolls

A1 → B1 (Multi Attack)

(BA) Rush
Double your total movement count this cycle.
Tetsunosuke | 1745C3

(F) Momentum
(10 * 5) = 50 bonus momentum damage
Dynamism | Tetsunosuke

Multi Attack
1d100 (14) + 15 + 5 + 50 + 30 &
1d100 (23) + 15 + 5 [ ( + 50 + 30 ) * 0.5 ]
197 damage
You are Vulnerable.
Dynamism | Tetsunosuke | 1745C3

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 33198/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Cadmean]

110 / 200

Health
-10 HP (GSL Propulsar)
-20 HP (Cycle damage)

Status
▪ Location: B3
▪ -1 Movement from Distofield
▪ Normal

The battlefield grew, and changed, and suddenly Christine found herself among a crowd. All around her were bloodied and broken bodies, amalgamations of monsters and men. And above them all, Szofrit floated in thin air.

Backlit by the pulsating red sun-egg, Szofrit looked every bit the avenging angel. There was a part of Christine that wanted to turn tail and flee. But where to? It was stars and void as far as the eye could see, scattered across whatever artificial realm this was.

And how could she leave? When there were still people fighting to live, to stave off death, to protect those dear to them? She had lost sight of the dark-haired girl who had not hesitated to forego healing her own wounds to patch up her comrades, but the knowledge that there were others like her kept Christine in the fight.

In the distance she could see a battered shield-wielding faerin standing proud, facing Szofrit without fear, trying to draw to draw her attention onto himself to spare the more grievously wounded from taking the full brunt of Szofrit's wrath. Their eyes met, briefly, just a second of kinship extended from across the battlefield.

For this, she needed to be Cadmean again. The artifice was difficult to slip into now, but she had to try with all her might. For if the scattered pieces of vanquished Rhiannon still had any love at all for her children, now was the time to call upon it.

Raising her arms, Cadmean saw a dim golden glow flicker at the tips of the stumps of her remaining fingers. She couldn't keep the slight smirk from her face as she watched the motes of light zip towards @Hanno Futaba to mend his wounds.

False gods, Szofrit called them? Regardless of whether it was the divine or the product of sheer stubbornness and faith, it didn't matter. Cadmean muttered, "It's real enough for this."

Rolls

C2 → B3 (Heal)
(P) Extension
You have +1 range.
Cadmean

Heal
2d20 EX (3 + 9) + 25 + 20 = 57 (0 explosions)
+57 HP to 1 target (@Hanno Futaba)
Divine Magic | Cadmean | 1745C2

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 33168/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Eva]

111 / 140

Health
-30HP from Szofrit's Attack
+37HP from heal

Status
▪ Location: C1
▪ Normal

Now suddenly reunited back with the assault group in the void, complete with Szofrit and her lieutenants, Eva quickly searched for familiar faces. Her eye locked on a pair of twins (@Tick Tock), before spotting @MAI and @Kyanna Wynne on the other side of the space.

"Tick, Tock, I'm going to cross over and provide them cover, stay safe." She said as the woman broke into a dash, dodging environmental hazards and attacks from the enemies.

"MAI, Kyanna," Still sprinting, the white-haired woman slid into cover before perfectly rolling a few smoke grenades that helped obscure the pair and anyone else in the area, including @Rael from attacks from the four directions. "And you, get to a safe place. Go, go!" She commanded, trying to get them away from the red magia's range.

"What... is that?" Eva's remaining eye opened wide as she spotted @Jin's gigantic serpentlike skeletal form, pulling Szofrit down to the ground.

Is that thing on our side?

No time for consideration. It's an asset, and she needs to keep it alive. Rolling up her sleeves to reveal her old wristlaunchers, Eva quickly reloaded a pair of Adrenaline boosters before shooting it on the nightmarish monster's back to keep it in alive the fight.

Rolls

A3 → A2 → B1 → C1 (Heal)
(BA) Rush
Double your total movement count this cycle.
Eva | 1745C3

(Light Armor Ability) Surge
+50 to any Xd20 or Xd100 rolls
Eva | 1745C3

AoE Heal
2d20 EX (18 + 16) + 15 + 10 = 59 / 3 (0 explosions)
+20 HP to 3 targets
AoE | Magitech | Eva | 1745C3

(50+59)/3
+37 HP to 3 targets @Eva @Rael @Jin

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 33168/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Fuxi]

14 / 100

Health
+24 HP (Heal from @Eva )
-40 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
-10 HP (GSL Propulsar)

Status
▪ Location: A1
▪ Vulnerable from Power Heal

Everything was chaos. In moments Inari had gone from falling from the sky, being launched through the air, to landing in a field of battle surrounded by other players, to being completely alone, to having a team of allies, to once more fighting alongside a sizable contingent. It was enough to confuse and disorient seemingly anyone, but the players around her, who rallied far faster than she could have even hoped.

These were veterans of a game that was, frankly, unforgiving. Inari had a lot to learn.

Even if this was just a game, the fear she felt looking at her HP bar was real. Those attack hurt. And that pain was also real. Lilith was gone, and so was that. But the girl refused to let down her team mates. She'd played team sports her whole life, and so Alina, Inari, knew the value of working together, and making sacrifices for a shared vision.

She might not survive this battle, but she could help insure they would.

B̴̧̐̒͆ḕ̷̹͈s̴͇̰̖̀̐͗̀̎͜i̵̖͚̼̩̲̰̇d̸̨̩̩̝̭̙͕̓́̍̿̆ę̴̢̣̝̙͛s̵̢̧̡̲͖̱͚͐̈́,̸͖̞͉̖̑͌̆͑́̕ ̵̢̡̣̺͛̈̌s̵͖͊̏̆̔͠h̷̛͍̉̍̄̾̐e̴̩̱͇͌̈́͑͠'̵̧̡̖̪͔̦͕̑̈́̈́͛d̵̨̮̘͙̞̯͉̑͑̋̾ ̶͍̄́̽̋̔̑͗j̷͔̮̰̳̘͠u̷͈̺͚̼̻͉̔̚s̵̨̧̨̟̘̖̳̑̇̈́͆t̷̠̥͖̱̤͛̿̐ ̵̘̫̣̙̘̫̉͗̍̽̽r̶̛̬̽̚e̴̟͍͍͈̎̔͂s̷̮̣͕̻͋̄̒̊̄p̶̨̛̟̕̚a̷̳̳̘̾̄̍̂̊w̵̻͎̆̇̓̓͛̉n̶͚̅͝ ̸̞̎̕͝a̵̮͉̗͓̹̜͗̑̽̂̊͠n̵̞̳̹̼̉͊̐̕͝y̴̱̯̘̒͐͑͜w̶͙̓̎̏͠á̵͍͚̠̜̭̖y̵̩̖̣̗̋̋ș̷̨̧̼̼̣̖̄͠,̵̩̘̱̌́̋̽ ̸̻͆̈́͊ṟ̴̨̇̅̓̅̈́͗̚i̷̯̖͂͋̈́̂̂͘g̶̮̯̬͛̄̀͗̇̀͠h̵͉͝t̵̪͔̽͂ͅ?̵̧̞̽̎̈́̃͑͑͆

Inari made a beeline to the front, or at least what seemed like the front. With new foes cropping up on all side, it seemed impossible to tell for certain, but here was where Inari was certain they needed her most.

"It's not your time yet!" the fox girl cried out as wind began to pick up around her, leaves seeming to form and gather from nowhere, whirling around her and carrying her aloft. "With God-swept winds, I bid you, rise and face your enemies!"

The winds rushed away from the girl's floating form, carrying leaves and a refreshing breeze to her allies, invigorating them. The dead were given another chance, the wind rushing in to his body, filling his lungs with the the breath of life once more.

@Harper | @Hanno Futaba | @Shadow

Rolls

A3 → A2 → A1 (Power Heal)

▪ Save: +25

AoE Power Heal
4d20 EX (6 + 11 + 19 + 14) + 5 + 0 = 55 / 3 (0 explosions)
+19 HP to 3 targets
Harper | Hanno Futaba | Shadow
You are Vulnerable.
AoE | Nature Magic | Inari | 1745C3

(BA) Revive
When you target a dead ally with a [support] action, bring them back to life at 50% HP and grant them the support effect.
Shadow
Inari | 1745C3

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 33168/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
▪ Build Sheet

 

[MAI]

‎

157 / 220

Health
-40 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
-10 HP (GSL Propulsar)
+60 HP (Heal) | +36 from Kyanna
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ +24 from self

Status
▪ Location: A2
▪ Saviour Active | from self

By the will of some miraculous force, they were still alive. The people that gathered around the magia, protected her from the worst that Szofrit brought out? They earned none of the girl's attention. For she heard a voice in this strange place. The inner Dragonhead... if not for the fact that it was their tomb, she would have found it beautiful, sparkling with astral themes, a distant universe onto itself. Perhaps it betrayed a bit of what magia really were?

No matter... there was but one thing that truly mattered right now.

The wings of an angel rose high, tattered, falling apart, tainted black by the darkness of this place. But they would lift the ragged magia anyway, sparks flying from exposed machinery, arches of electricity connecting exposed wiring. As soon as her feet left the ground, she would fly like a sharp arrow in a straight line toward Kyanna, only slowing down a bit once she was close enough. Her metal feet dug into the ground, grinding themselves away as sparks were left in her path, circling around the witch just close enough to quickly grab her, carry her like a bride on her happiest day... but this occasion was far from a joyful one.

"Don't w̵o̸r̷r̷y̸ about m̵e̵. I'll p̷r̵o̶t̶e̸c̴t̶ ̶y̶o̸u̴ ̸at all ç̸̄o̸̓ͅs̶̥̍t̵̡̆s̸̬̄, so stay n̵e̶a̴r̴ ̵m̸e̴ always! I will not t̵a̶k̶e̷ ̷n̷o̸ for an a̸n̵s̵w̴er."

They were directly in Szofrit's path. After experiencing that woman's power firsthand, a gash splitting her face and torso in half a proof, there was simply no way she could leave her friend in striking range. There were others, those courageous enough to stand and shield against incoming blows... and those foolish enough to charge into death's embrace. Waving past them all, she only briefly slowed down as they flew past Eva, the magia giving her an affirming look.

Flying past one of the machine mother's children, presumably disabled by those gathered around it, MAI finally stopped and allowed Kyanna onto the solid ground. Looking around, the devastation was almost equal everywhere. With two more distractions flying around, they had to make sure they were extra vigilant.

"Her̶e̸. Safe... safe-er. If an a̸t̵t̷a̴c̶k̴ come̶s̵.̵.. to me. Under m̵y̶ ̷w̷i̵n̷gs, will shi̴e̶l̴d̸ you. Magia are... d̸u̶r̶a̷b̸le."

She sure as hell was a living proof of that last statement. Her body looked like it could fall apart at any moment, but she was ready to take on almost anything. There would be plenty of things to repair once they got out of here... if... they got out of here.

Rolls

C1 (Healing) → B1 → A2

▪ Buff: +00 (1)
▪ Save: +25
▪ Inspire: +00

(F) Guardian
Mitigate 15 damage from yourself or allies when you target them via an action or a BA.
Aura | MAI | 1745C3

(BA) Boost
+2 extra movements to an ally when you target them with an action.
MAI | 1545C3

AoE Heal
2d20 EX (14 + 11) + 25 + 20 = 70 / 3 (0 explosions)
+24 HP to 3 targets
AoE | Magitech | MAI | 1745C3

Distribution: @Kyanna Wynne +2 movement, +24 HP, +15 mitigation
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ @Eva +24 HP
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Self +24 HP

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 33168/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
▪ Build Sheet

 

[Ash Vargold]

142 / 245

Health
-50 HP (Szofrit's Attack) (Halved by Protect)
-10 HP (GSL)

Status
▪ Location: A3
▪ Protected by @Frey Elzeiros
▪ Distrofield (-1 Movement)

@Hanno Futaba. @Lune. @Erick Stryker.

Aisling watched their retreating backs as they began to rally, to call others to their aid, spreading hope where there was despair. How great and terrible it was, to see these people with more courage than her, ready to put their all on the line. In any other situation, Ash would have joined them. He would have rallied with his allies, driven forward by the wardrum beating of his heart.

Aisling had none of that. She had only the bitter reality that if she died here, it was one step closer to a true death, and for what? A world that wasn't even real? The illusions of people who'd already given them all? Her fucking boss, who had apparently told everyone to be careful before charging mindlessly in despite knowing she had a computer plugged into her brain?

How easy it would be, to simply... give up. Watch her own back and wait for the inevitable.

...and yet.

She couldn't blame everything on Ash. What he was, came from her.
And so too, did this:​

Murmur became chorus. Aisling flinched as pain spiked in her head, and the once idle array of dark limbs drifting around her swarmed into action, independent of her conscious control.

Several seized the limply held sword, half carrying and half dragging it towards Szofrit. The pinpricks of cold as they clawed their way up @Jin's warped form were barely an itch, but the blade spinning towards the Mother of Machines had slightly more impact.

Another cluster slid across the ground, crossing the battlefield in a blink. Moments later, the ground around @Ueno Mizuki rumbled to life as rubble was ripped from the earth and erected around her like a makeshift shield against the horrors of the battlefield.

And finally came the impulse to move, as urgent as the need to breathe, that drove Aisling to put on a burst of speed, driving her towards the one person she still, deep down, wanted to save.

"I swear to god, @Lady N, I am going to shell that stupid suit off you like a prawn shell," she muttered in a desperate attempt to hold her own against the pain of an alien force sinking its claws in her mind, searching for something.

She couldn't hide it from herself forever.​

​

Rolls

C2 (Protect, Rush) → B3 → A3

▪ Save: +25

Protect @Ueno Mizuki
1d100 (60) + 20 + 20 = 100
100 damage
Give 1 ally within range the Protected State
Guard Arts | Ash Vargold | 1745C3

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 33068/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Kyanna Wynne]

108 / 175

Health
-20 HP (Szofrit's Attack - Protected)
-10 HP (GLS Propulsar - Flat)
+15 HP (Mitigation - @MAI)
+34 HP (Heal - self)
+24 HP (Heal - @MAI)

Status
▪ Location: A2
▪ Together
▪ Protected by @Luna Avalbane
▪ Savior by @Luna Avalbane (+25 on Saves)
▪ Fungi Witch

< Continuing from DRAGON.End - Phase 2 Comms >​

"Mai... MAI!"

Where she fell was where she could barely move, with her muscles stiffening in a slow motion as she struggled to move, to reach for @MAI, who was just way too far for her arms and hand to reach. She couldn't leave her alone again-

Despite the wounds, MAI was quick to approach Kyanna, and the witch's gaze followed at the magia girl's maneuver around her, just before a sudden hold made the black-haired girl squeak surprised, being lift off and carried away from the immediate danger. Her eyes shifted to @Eva, who had just passed by, giving a clear warning as the witch called-- "Eva, please, be careful!" Her voice hinted with worry, seeing the woman charging to nowhere less than just the side of that killing machine Szofrit was.

As they flied away, Kyanna clutched on the, now mostly destroyed, jacket she lent to MAI, looking at her wounds and then up at her eyes. "How can I not be worried?" Kyanna asked, frowning her lips and resting her head on the magia girl's shoulder, until they finally arrived, where the witch could finally get on her feet.

"Mai..." Kyanna looked at the magia's protective stance, even with her conditions. "Don't worry... I will be fine, and so you will..." Her eyes glanced around, just as she held MAI dearly, trying to keep her stable while she squeezed her hand against her chest, praying for the nature to come, regardless of the end of the world they were.

❰ LIFELINE SPORES - 1UP! ❱

A miasma of healing spores were released, spreading across the battlefield as they continuously made pain numb and wounds to close, engulfing @Tick Tock, who she called- "Tick, Tock-- Eva told you to not get in trouble... Come..." She warned, shifting her eyes to @Seigi Ling Ling and @Magi Heart- "Magi... Take care of your friend... I will make sure she will hurt no more." She pursed her lips, with the surface of her skin and flesh slowly turning... putrid, and fungal, even upon the cures of MAI and the protection of @Luna Avalbane.

The spores became denser, wrapping over even those who were nearly falling like @Langley, and making corpses quiver as they seemed to stand back, while those like @Zelrius, who were at the last of their breathes, held onto their lives just a little longer... To keep, fighting, no matter what.

Rolls

Movement: C2 > B1 > A2 (AoE Heal)

(P) Corruption
(16 + 11) = 27
+27 to heals, or buffs.
(BA) Suppress Corruption # Kyanna Wynne

AoE Heal
2d20 EX (18 + 8) + 20 + 15 + 20 + 27 = 108 / 3 (0 explosions)
+36 HP to @MAI, @Tick Tock & @Langley
AoE | Animancy | Kyanna Wynne | 1745C3

(Medium Armor Ability) Twice
You may perform 2 actions and 1 BA or 1 action and 2 BAs this cycle.
Kyanna Wynne | 1745C3

AoE Heal
2d20 EX (10 + 8) + 20 + 15 + 20 + 27 = 100 / 3 (0 explosions)
+34 HP to @Zelrius, @Seigi Ling Ling & Self
AoE | Animancy | Kyanna Wynne | 1745C3

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 33068/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
▪ Build Sheet

 

[Imoogi]

145 / 175

Health
-20 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
-10 HP (GSL)

Status
▪ Location: B3
▪ Distofield (-1 Movement)

Well, this was a royal shitshow.

First there'd been that dark void. Then that storm of metal, and a bunch of panicking players. But the fact that her fangs hurt and the taste of blood wasn't so strong in her mouth didn't mean much at all.

After all, Imoogi wasn't some weirdo who made her character too tall or too short or a weird robot. And she'd never played with any of the assists anyway. So what if the pain made her eyes water, or if the chaos of the battlefield was overwhelmingly loud? What if she could hear that growing thread of despair - the voices of people who were afraid of "dying".

Like that mattered. This was a game! Dying happened!

...and if Imoogi was holding back, being cautious, it wasn't because she was scared or anything. It just meant that she was performing the very important job of keeping others alive, so they could hit things way harder than she could right now. You couldn't poison a robot, and she'd used up the rest of her acid just to get here, so all that left were the healing potions, and some of the speed potions, and she would just have to make do.

"Hey, catch!" With the careful aim of her wrist rocket, Imoogi shot one of her flasks towards @Erick Stryker, who was rushing off across the battlefield to do... something. Perhaps he caught it, or perhaps it simply smashed against the guy's head, but either way it would hopefully get him where he needed to go.

Another one went towards @Aerial, who seemed like she really needed it. At least, that's what others had said, as they communicated and called out who needed help and where. It was a double dose, and while she would have liked to spread it out a little more, or even drink some of it herself, if it meant she could focus on other people later, then sure, she'd listen!

Raiding in Terrasphere was way less fun than she thought it would be, to be honest. Everyone took it way too seriously...

Rolls

C2 (Heal) → B3

▪ Buff: +00 (1)
▪ Save: +00
▪ Inspire: +00

AoE Heal
2d20 EX (12 + 8) + 15 + 10 = 45 / 3 (0 explosions)
+15 HP to 3 targets
AoE | Alchemy | Imoogi | 1745C3

(F) Versatile
Apply the Heal/Buff/Power effects to 2 targets instead of 3 and apply the last charge to one of them.
Imoogi

Distribution:
+30 HP to @Aerial
+15 HP to @Erick Stryker

(BA) Boost @ Erick Stryker
+2 extra movements to an ally when you target them with an action.
Imoogi

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 33068/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Omega Redux]

125 / 125

Health

Status
▪ Location: A1
▪ Vulnerable from Ultra Protect

While breaking out of the Starcalled's isolating loneliness allowed those craven enough to flee the battlefield, it also offered an opportunity for those that sought it. Such an opportunity was usually reversed for heroes. Being fashionable late and all. Yet, this particular individual wasn't a hero at all, she was-

"Omega has arr-!" About to announce herself to the enemy as she entered past some ruins and thingamajigs, Omega was mid-speech. Such travesty! Mouth wide open, the small frame looked upon the bloodstained battlefield.

Carnage, Destruction, and Pain in unison. Omega Redux was devastated! ... It took but a single glance to see that Szofrit had everything Omega did not.

She was feared.
She was powerful.
She was stylish.
She was sophisticated.
She was Magia.
She was EVIL.
She was edgy!

Areas that, as much as Omega hated to admit, she was still lacking on her way to Bosshood. Except for the edgy part. That one Omega wanted no part in. Oh, at least she had being cuter going for her!

Nonetheless, from the first moment Omega had laid her eyes upon the obvious enemy, she could feel it. A detestable emotion she wished she didn't have. She was jealous. "Jeeez, I'm taking this way too serious..." Omega whispered to herself, shaking her head and rekindling her fire.

Yeah! The solution was simple, if Szofrit had everything Omega wanted, the girl simply had to point out all of Szofrit flaws! Hmpf. Clearing her throat, Omega Redux snuck suspiciously silent past some of the losers that took a game way too seriously until she finally found herself in a better position to do... well. Everything, really.

"Ahem..." Omega cleared her throat. Pointing her finger at Szofrit. "OY, LISTEN UP YOU THIRD-RATE REFURBISHED WARE. How dare you, HOW DARE YOU abuse the Magia spotlight in such cheap fashion?! Omega might not know ALL the details, but if you haven't been relevant before Christmas for Omega to even know you, then whatever dung-beetle-ball-stuff you got going on right now is WAY.TOO.OVERKILL. Omega's telling you, nobody might even care about you EXCEPT FOR YOUR LOOKS. Hmpf. So how DARE you set such a grand stage and behave like a Final Boss Battle?! Nobody even relates to you! And don't you dare with the tragic background story drop after the fact. Emotions need time to build! URGH. By the time Omega's the final boss, Magias are so from yesterday. But don't you worry, you're but a tiny bump in the road of Omega's Ascension." Unlike her actual anger, this was all just part of the game, yeah?

"Sooooo, Omega's going to Omega get you ready for the junkyard! After all, Omega's thinking you're..." Her finger-pointing intensified.

"... RUNNING ON A 32-BIT PROCESSOR."

Taunting (608)

If there was one thing she could do to one-up the boss. It was to taunt her, deal emotional damage, and get away with it.
Hmpf.
​

With that out of the way, Omega had to get to work. She only got so much words time left! "Behold, Heroes. Your Future Final Boss has decided to grace you with her support today." Without missing another beat, Omega summoned three flying drones that quickly changed their appearance through illusion magic. Instead of steel cold metal, there were now super cute balloons of cuteness.

​

"Alright, you know what to do, ehehehe, Omega's so evil. Oh! And..." With the snap of her finger, Omega summoned a can. "Take this, too!" Giving it to one of the floating balloons as they quickly floated to different people. All of them should get themselves killed in a brutal fashion to protect their targets!

A blue floating cute water balloon positioned itself right beside @Harper, "Hewwo tigew wady, pwease down't be so angwy. I wiww pwotect uwu!" It spoke the tongue of the devil.

Another one found its way to @Madison Freebird. "Hewwo scawy wady! wiww uwu be my fwiend pwease?"

The third one went to @Rael, it spoke in a more robotic and cold voice: "Greetings User. I am Omega-Drone Designation UWU-X-C. I am here to assist and serve." ... Seemingly broken, it wouldn't even protect her!

The last one went to @Aerial "Iwt's dangewous tuwu gow awone, take thiws!" Unlike the others, this one was carrying a soda can, urging her to drink it.

If she were to taste it, it would pretty much taste like the bestest thing ever and she'd get addicted enough to want more! The power of summoning soda cans and illusion! In fact, if this was an anime scene, then taking a sip would clearly have moved into cooking anime fan-service direction. Such was the power of Omega Flavour. It had even all the popular buzzwords, AI, Vegan, AND Zero Sugar! Such a steal for free.

"Omega fwavouw fow omega fightews, owdew mowe at omega wedux!" The water balloon animal made a cutesy wink as it dance-floated in the air.

Rolls

A3 → A2 --> A1
Roll Result
1d9 (7) = 7
Omega Starting Position

(BA) Coodinate
Both you and an ally gain 15 to attacks, heals, or buffs. @Rael
Summon | Omega Redux

Heal
2d20 EX (2 + 4) + 15 + 10 + 15 + 15 = 61 (0 explosions)
+61 HP to 1 target @Aerial
Summon | Omega Redux | 1745C3

(Medium Armor Ability) Twice
You may perform 2 actions and 1 BA or 1 action and 2 BAs this cycle.
Omega Redux | 1745C3

Ultra Protect
1d100 (76) + 0 + 10 = 86
86 damage
Give 3 allies within range the Protected State. You are Vulnerable.
Illusion Magic | Omega Redux | 1745C3
@Aerial @Harper @Madison Freebird

(F) Taunt
(86 * 3) + 350 = 608 Threat
Omega Redux

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 33068/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Magi Heart]

Build | Personal
Starfallen Savior | Rogue Traveler | UI Locked | Masteries
Star Magic | Dissonant Arts | Dissonant Hope | Dark Grace | Awakening | Tags
Hope | Dissonant​

125 / 220

Health

-100 HP (Szofrit)
-10 HP (GSL)
+00 HP (Mitigation)
+124 HP (Heal from @Seigi Ling Ling
Immortal: Used in Cycle 2 DP

Status

▪ Location: A-1 to A-3 (Burst+Torment)
▪ Damage Buff (0/0)
▪ Debuff 0/0}
▪ Protected by @Frey Elzeiros
▪ Vulnerable

Even when Wendel challenged Szofrit and unleashed her grudge against her, sending tendrils of night to meet magitech discord. It was not Wendel the mother sought but rather the Wendy within. Tearing into the gold light and beckoning voice to end her rampage and be restored.

Being restored brought Sofrit more fear than internal death?

With @Seigi Ling Ling @Kyanna Wynne and @Erick Stryker with her as well as the rest that fought for hope. Wendy held on yet again, but her time to shine was over.

Now it was time for chaos, and in chaos Wendel thrived. From it, she will end it all. Time to awaken the Advanced Gudrun Rising once again. The oppressive aura weighed heavily around her. The space twisting within the distortion already created by Szofrit. A black hole slowly formed with Wendel as its center, orbiting this dissonant universe. It was no longer possible to hold back her care, her pity, nor her grief.

Damage to the mind, body, and spirit would be put on a pedestal of malformation.

As she passed @Tick Tock she gave a glance. The shadow washes over them and with it a cold yet soft embrace. Not intentional as Magi was simply passing by but since this divided soul had Raina's notice...

"̸͎͒H̴͈̉a̴͔̅v̸̩̕ȋ̷̫n̷͚͠g̶̣̈ ̶̲̀t̴͉̔o̸̟̒ ̸̮̉p̶͎̐r̸͖͠o̵̙̽ț̶͂e̸͕͂c̸̠̎t̵̥͆ ̵̠̑a̶̩͊n̶̬̽o̶̪͂t̷͈̋h̸̛͎e̷̮͋ŕ̴̭ ̸̭́y̵̗͠ó̵͔u̷͍͠ ̶̲͝i̸̺̅s̷̬̋ ̵̗͝a̷̝͆ ̶͚͂c̷̟̾ḧ̶͍́ò̸̙ȑ̸̼ẹ̶̏ ̸̘͊i̶̡̊s̷̥̀n̸̺̕'̸̗̔t̵͔̆ ̵͖͠í̷̦t̵̓͜?̸̩͛ ̴̠̇L̷̠̑e̴͚͝ṭ̵͘ ̶͎̈m̶̫̚è̵͓ ̴̬́k̵̜̾n̸̖̅o̴̜͘w̶͉̍ ̶̧͆a̷̯̍n̷͋ͅd̶̅ͅ ̶̖̎Ḭ̵̕'̷͓̓l̷̥̚l̴͖̚ ̸̬̄t̴̳͗a̷̫͝k̸̛ͅe̶͓̎ ̸̩́c̵͖̀ą̵̐r̸̩̅è̷͓ ̸̞̊o̸͈͘f̷̦̾ ̶̟̀h̵͖̊a̶̲̎l̶̝̓f̸͙͛ ̸͉̂ō̴̺f̴̻̓ ̵̗̾y̴͙͐o̴̻͠ṵ̴͑.̸̰̐ ̶͓̿M̵̲̈́a̴̩̋ḡ̷̝i̸͆ͅȃ̸̬ ̵̛̪á̶̠r̷̦̐e̷̫̊ ̶̫͛e̶͎͋ẇ̶̳,̸̧̽ ̸̺͌b̵̧̈ȗ̵͜t̵̡͐ ̷̹́ì̸̦t̴̗̀ ̷̞̄d̶̠͐o̵̳͛e̴̲̒s̶̗͐ń̸̜'̸̢̈́t̸͇͠ ̵͉̈́ṁ̸̰e̷̼̿ȃ̸̗n̶̜͘ ̵͖̐I̷̢̓ ̵̟̈d̷̨͑ȍ̵̧n̶͕̎'̸̦̈t̷̢͝ ̸̡̀c̴̩͂ā̸̭r̴̰̅e̴̮͆ ̶̲̆f̶̼̑o̴͖̐r̶̯͐ ̸̥͌t̴͖͑h̷̠͝ë̵̜́m̶͔̑.̶͍͘ ̵͈͝Ť̴͔h̷̜͠å̷̮t̸̨̋ ̵̗̊g̵̝̎ő̴̳ě̴̘ş̶͛ ̶̠̾f̵̹̀o̵̜̾r̵̜̔ ̶̹͆y̷̲͑ǫ̶̓ǔ̶̬ ̸̲̚ẗ̴̗́o̶̲͂o̵̡̽ ̵̺̋Ţ̵͋T̴̬͐!̴̗͐ ̵̟̾Y̴̥̌o̵̤̅u̷̗̾ ̴̗̈ḅ̶̊ŕ̷̨ḯ̶̬n̶̳̽g̷̊͜ ̷̡̈́s̶͔̑ụ̷͆f̴̼͝f̸̖̉ė̵̟r̴̒͜í̶̪n̷͎̕g̸͓̓ ̶̜̑š̶̹ë̴̜́l̷͙̏f̴͖̋i̶̬͗š̶̡h̵͕̋l̷̹̀ỷ̸̳,̴̺͂ ̶̠̈b̶͉̓û̴̜t̷̙͐ ̸͚͝I̵̽ͅ ̶̤̈c̸͇̍â̷̦n̵̘͊ ̷̖̚t̸͔̔e̶̱̍l̴̜̑l̶̍͜ ̵͙̓t̴̹̏h̵̭̽ȃ̵̪t̸̼̽ ̸͇̌i̴̲͠n̶͚̋ ̴̣̈́ỳ̶ͅô̶̗ṳ̵̃ ̶͙̈́i̷̥̚s̷͖͝ ̶͈̾a̴͙͋ ̷̫͒l̴̗̑ŏ̷̦ṭ̶̐ ̸͍̎o̷̺̚f̸̘̌ ̴̫͝b̸̤́a̵̪̾d̵͖̏ ̸̙͗s̷̥̍ṯ̶̀u̸̙̿f̸͙͌f̷̜̀.̸̖̓ ̷̰̏Ȳ̸͖o̵̧͝u̶͚͌ ̴̩̔c̶͇̓a̵̢̚n̶͇͆ ̶̮̿g̴̕͜ĭ̶̺v̴̯̓e̸͕͌ ̷̭̅y̸͙͐ȏ̴̠u̵͉̿r̶͈̉ ̴̗̈́g̷͓͘ŕ̵͖i̶͖̚ȩ̵̇f̴̥͘ ̷̦̊t̷̟͆ö̵̯ ̶̝̒m̸̳̀ê̴̲ ̸͒ͅẅ̷̞́h̶̡̅e̶͌͜n̸̙͆e̸͇͘v̵̩̐e̴͉͘r̶̖͌ ̸̳́ý̸̯o̶̥̚u̴͈͋ ̵̰̽w̴̲͑a̶̦͆n̸̢͛t̷͕̕♥̴͔͌.̴̊͜"̸̹̑

Maybe another time she would search the astrasphere for her name as she saw Cain do in the past. Magi knew firsthand what she felt in those two and it was interesting... even if a little irrelevant to her overall goal. Understanding souls was important to understanding herself so TT could have a use in that. Besides, once she knew how to wipe souls in mass, that would be super cool beans!

Of course...

Easier to just save her from her own overly complex lore and move on though...

The black void swished across and pulled in the annoying flying thingy with its gravitational pull. At its center, Magi aimed and fired a stream at the Mother of Machines.

Rolls

Burst Attack
19d20 (5 + 15 + 5 + 8 + 18 + 1 + 14 + 9 + 13 + 11 + 18 + 13 + 1 + 13 + 11 + 3 + 2 + 11 + 11) + 25 = 207
207 damage (0 explosions)
You are Vulnerable.
Evoke | Magi Heart | 1745C3 | Szofrit
(BA) Ultra Torment
Torment damage doubled.
Deal 40 flat damage to an enemy adjacent to you.
Magi | Nu

207+40=247

Trackers

Mother of Machines
▪ Szofrit HP: 32821/50000 | SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
▪ Build Sheet