-20 flat damage from retal
Vulnerable
+15 for save rolls next cycles (from @Hanno Futaba)
Seeing that the siege engine penetrate the walls without any difficulty, Tetsunosuke immediately moved towards his new mech that was parked nearby, and then, as it transformed to its humanoid form, moved past the breached walls immediately. He then scanned the situation before deciding on what to do. It had seemed that there was formerly a center formation of magia that had been dealt with while he was gone,, that was evident with the scrap metal in the area. The lone magia that was remaining had its circuitry exposed by the attacks done by, presumably, @Tick Tock, @Hanno Futaba, and @Zelrius; and any other attack would render it unable to move again. The right wing had also been done in by @Seigi Ling Ling, leaving the left wing and the turrets the only threats remaining.
Knowing that he could reach any of the turrets in a short span of time, the ponderous mech, much larger than what he had previously, then dove through the wasteland cityscape, and then, drawing its twin kodachis, unleased a massive twin attack towards the turret at the left wing, hoping he could defeat it before it fires off its dangerous laser.
So far things had gone in their favor, but Tetsunosuke knew it would not be long before the true cavalry would come to aid their now fallen comrades.
Location: D6 Vulnerable
Overhealed by Hanno Futaba.
The storyteller had failed to write an ending of her own to the tale of the travelers whose love died amidst the charred remnants of the battlefield where Hope's fate had been decided. Hopes of salvation and life turned to ash at the machinations of a game played by beings who couldn't process emotions, and would likely never begin to understand how devastating and brave it was to be loved in the way they had seemingly felt for one another.
When next she saw the woman, it was as the warrioress tore through magitech with little regard for anything else. Weapons drawn and at the ready, all practiced footwork and the flow of movement speaking volumes for what she could not anymore.
Rael's hand brought her feathered quill with but a snap of her fingers, bereft of ink as the poem she composed pulled from ambient emotions and twisted the weapon which so eagerly cut through steel as if it had never been there to begin with.
The first time your heart was torn from your chest, You thought you were dying.
You knew you could not live with the empty space.
So you replaced your heart with metaphors And set out to create a world where the metaphor was unbreakable.
Now look what you've done—
A thick, amethyst-colored miasma poured from the opened pages of her grimoire, lined not with the usual golden streak of her ink, but with a crackling energy that sent anyone who came into contact with it into a violent streak.
She could be the one to bring about the fate she deserved. Her sacrifice had been paid, her pain evident for the world to see in those last few moments, so where was the reckoning for the wrongs committed against her?
Only she had the power to bring it about.
Rael was only the instrument through which part of that wish channeled into strength, and that strength corrupted into a frenzy.
Your shoulders are glass rocks waiting for the next attack.
But you've got it all wrong.
You don't survive history.
History survives you.
There is no breakthrough without breakdown.
The magic split and reformed multiple times as it traveled across the field in search of its target, the elf closing her book as she held the finishing note of her poem on the tip of her tongue.
If you're going to break, shatter.
The miasma converged on Moonsong's form, taking on the form of pale, searing moonlight which seemed to frame her very being as they fed on the woman's just desire for vengeance. It fed, turning the edges of her weapons sharper, coiling around the hand which held the weapon in it as if it wouldn't allow her to let go. It fed on her emotion just as it enhanced it, and would not let be until the last piece of walking scrap amidst the ranks of Vintergard's invaders had been made to pay for their crimes.
Vulnerable
Location: C4
+84 buff from Rael for 3 cycles
Arriving at the wall, the woman spent some time looking at the steel nest. Her fist tightened, almost unable to contain her hatred for the machine.
If you're going to break, shatter.
Moonlight was blessed upon her, enveloping her hands, arms, and her summoned weapons, turning her into a being of vengeance. She looked back and nodded at @Rael, before setting off to the battlefield. She joined @Hanno Futaba who coordinated a dome shield formation to protect them. Ghast was able to quickly disable the problematic giant robot, a perfect time for them to kill it before it could react.
@Zelrius jumped in with both of his swords to personally dance with the Overseer. "That's too reckless,"She muttered under her breath, trying to follow him before the corners of her eye caught the glimpse of two gunner magia. Her Hyper Sense and Astramancy quickly showed where they were aiming at with great precision; the heads of the starcalled.
Both of her eyes simultaneously locked on them. Without even bothering to move any of her limbs, Moonsong just coldly proclaimed their inevitable fate with a single melodic whisper.
"Die."
The many starforged swords suddenly materialized from inside the gunners, and both of them were already cut to pieces the next time someone looked at them.
Rolls
Movement: D6 (Spawn) → C5 → C4 Multi Attack
1d100 (24) + 25 + 20 + 84 + 45 + 1d100 (85) + 25 + 20 + 84 + 45 = 457 + 35(flat) 492 damage
Split into 246 for Sentinel A and B
You are Vulnerable. Slash Weapons | Moonsong | 1495C1
(BA) Hyper Awareness | Hyper Sense S | Moonsong
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You gain 5(D) 10(B) 15(S) Total: 45
Sentinel A: -46/200 HP | 100/100 SP
Sentinel B: -46/200 HP | 100/100 SP
Sentinel C: -1/200 HP | 100/100 SP
Sentinel D: -6/200 HP | 100/100 SP
First, it was @Cain Darlite who shouted out a plan of attack for Ayna to follow. She responded with a nod, ready to do just that, and not just because he buffed her. Then it was @Seigi Ling Ling who made a convincing enough point for Ayna to try and deviate from Cain's plan. Finally, it was the other girl from the fishing thing, @Moonsong, that actually did Seigi's plan. Huh, these kids do be very all over the place... Gotta love it!
Catching sight of @Tetsunosuke charging at one of the Magia at the backline, Ayna immediately followed suit. Hey, if someone's running, she's most definitely joining that race. And winning. She better. It was her one thing.
"Tetsu! Right behind you and your cute <basseal honk>!
Ayna charged the Spear of StormyNight (Polearm) with the very lightning coursing through her veins and then allowed the extra lightning to surround her entire body before running the same way Tetsu did, only deviating in the same point he did albeit on the opposite side. Once she was within range, Ayna immediately began piercing the other Regulator with her lightning-charged polearm. Once. Twice. Thrice. So many times to count really. Guess that's why it's called a Multi-Attack and not a Specific No. of Attacks.
❰ True Teachings of Enlightningment: Sky Wandering ❱
Kamala's first instinct was to never strike first. If anything, she'd just stay behind and wait for any opportunity to heal and support her allies. But the sight of the other Regulator still moving and dangerously eyeing @Ayna Nietzsche spurred her to finally do otherwise. She'd rather just take the problem out at the moment than wait for it to hurt her friend, especially now that the opportunity presented itself to her.
"Ayna! Beside you!"
Kamala rushed to the remaining regulator, manifesting an illusory flora boomerang of sorts as a counter attack should it try to harm her first but failed. The idea was to have it swallow up any incoming attack as well and deliver it back a hundredfold or less. Anything to say she didn't shoot first, only reacted in self-defense.
❰ Grazing Leaf ❱
Nevertheless, her effort was enough: as the regulator wasn't in the mood to attack her, only to break down and fall apart when her magic made contact with its already deteriorating body. Kamala heaved a sigh of relief, turning toward Ayna to make sure she was all right then to @Tetsunosuke to do the same.
Sigh. Once again, it is up to me, the greatest adventurer known to man, to save the day and make the final victorious lap. How tiresome. To be the greatest adventurer known to man... Such a double-edged sword, a blessing and a curse.
Brandishing the Claymore of the FirstLoyalist (Greatsword) around like it weighed nothing, Chrys walked calmly toward the remaining Magia opponent. Around him, he saw the rest of his team do their respective parts, taking out everything else. In his head, he saw himself asking the Overseer first if he could speak to its manager, maybe cut a deal or two. After all, Chrys wasn't here for a hero's noble cause. Chrys was only here to find another opportunity to make more money.
Alas, if I do that now, with everything else destroyed, everyone else unencumbered, that would be for naught. Might as well just save the day. A hero's work is never done. Or some shit like that.
"Pardon me..."
Chrys gave both @Zelrius and @Hanno Futaba a half-hearted heads-up before manifesting his Thousand Sparkling Gold through his Auric Geomancy, willing jagged shards of the earth beneath his very feet to rise in the air, floating in front of him. With a sigh and a tsk, he then hurled all the rocks at the Overseer the hardest he could, intending to cripple it as a freebie with the sheer crushing and slashing impact. Maybe I can make do with these scraps somehow.
❰ Thousand Sparkling Gold: Grand Scattering of Heavenly Splinter ❱
SteelIn Discord: Actress Again Cycle 2: Seeker of God
The Starcalled's might rings out over Vintergard. Crushed steel underfoot as once again they stand victorious. The lessons of Camp Hope learned and skills sharpened. The fear of the Regulator and Overseer was swept away by their teamwork and resolve.
Nin as she had stated earlier, decided to stay behind with her beloved Mecha Goose. Leaving the attack team to advance onwards and clear out Dragonshears' surroundings of enemies. Finally, the group would arrive at the one-time castle of the Astorean King Astor. four player lead factions had come together to bring this place to reality and now these eleven are here to attempt it again in a far bleaker environment. From elves and mind-controlled soldiers to dystopian androids from realms unknown. Terrasphere offered them many forms of hell.
The group enters the Astorean Palace...
Cycle 1's NPC Phase
NIN
<Nin has left the party!>
Cycle 1's Damage Phase
All enemies defeated1 Perfect clear! No damage was taken!
Perfect clear bonus, 10 HP recovered!
All buffs from the previous cycle carry over.
SteelIn Discord: Actress Again Cycle 2: Seeker of God
The ruined castle was the definition of ruin. Large gaps in the ceiling let the light of day touch the once-home of Astor Balthas That light was joined by the ominous shadow of the Dragonship. As for sound, it was fairly quiet. A gentle hum was all one could hear. No clanking or buzzing of robotic homewreckers to be seen. As you come closer to what was once the throne room. Another joined that hum...
A heartbeat?
One that matched yours and almost seemed to be looking within it. Analyzing it. Matching its rhythm and finding the perfect medium of all of your beats together for itself.
Even further you go and now you see them, piles of destroyed Magia of various types, even Overseers mangled and strewn about. No attempt to collect the metallic substance from within the machines was made. So stepping around the rivers and ponds of Magia fluid proved difficult for some of you. Eventually, you would see some life ahead, well... if you could call it that...
Several Magia had gathered around a central figure. . A circle of Sentinels with lazers aimed and electricity running over their bodies as they trembled in place. In the middle was a shape that resembled the Magia songstress that claimed the life of Quinn. However, she was now maskless and at this distance surrounded by many large machines, she looked almost pitiable, if one could forget or did not know her prior atrocities.
Black masks littered the ground around her along with torn-apart machine soldiers of all sizes and shapes. Not just metallic but also pure black tar-like sludge oozed across the floor. The silver Magia's arms were coated in the same black and stains covered her body. Obvious, magitech swords and spears of obsidian riddled the great hall, stuck into the floor walls, and other Magia. Something new as well as one may hear her actually speak audible words to the paralyzed bots around her and the great object that filled the room beyond her.
"...communicate...communicate...connect...connect...cannot establish...mother...mothers? God... gods? Life.. lives? First birth...final birth... Abnormal... quantity of... directives...and origins detected...why am I engaged in...? I am... I am... where are my weapons... where is my... enemy...
Her voice was scrambled changing between various tones and... sounding familiar at times? In fact, her voice took on volume like that of a male even. The familiarity of which the party would be clear sooner rather than later.
Aspects of their voices were scrambled into XS-EVE's. It was as if her voice was struggling to find itself in some harmony between the ones she recorded at Camp Hope. Why she was even using this mishmash of voices was unknown.
All around you, it was visible. Areas of the palace that had changed, somehow, melted into a substance like steel. Glowing wires and tubes jutting out at random all across the throne room at the back. The source of the hum from the simulated(?) heartbeat from earlier.
An enormous fluctuating object of magitech magics not comprehensible to even the most masterful engineers of your team. A shame Nin was not here, this was an MIT member's dream...
If it wasn't already a nightmare.
Along its sides were strips of endlessly flowing metal. It seemed strange until you realized they were... conveyor belts? Made of the unknown technology of the Magia. They came from this wall-sized mass. This was the Magia Forge? Indeed it was not like the others outside. It almost seemed alive and more an error of Terrasphere's programming than a factory that puts together or assimilates normal lifeforms into machines.
"Mothers... tell... me... where am... I... where is... god... I... am...prepared for...my duty... what duty...directive unclear...again...again-again-again...god....why?"
Crawling to the pulsing Matrix, the Magia tried to touch it with a steel finger and stopped. Convulsing violently as two great steel tendrils shot upwards from her back. whirling about before grabbing the Magia all around and consuming them rapidly like a snake swallowing its prey.
XS-EVE stood, quaking as her legs buckled and the tendrils writhed above her. The forge started to flex more violently and a ripple in time-space could be seen and felt by those with the proper masteries. A powerful burnt odor filled the air as deformed Magia amalgamations of parts were being brought down on the conveyor belts.
XS-EVE turned towards the party and the remaining unconsumed Magia followed suit. All linked by streaks of lightning crossing between them and the hovering Magia.
"...Are...you...god? ...I-I-I am-am-am EVE... ...incorrect...incorrect data... You...are incorrect...incorrect...gamma...delta...sigma....my ID is irregular."
Behind her materialized many blades. The petite tar-covered songstress of discord stared into nothingness as her plus-shaped pupils spun in a clockwise motion. All around her, reality rippled, folded in upon itself. Slowly it even began engulfing the Matrix behind her.
"Why... has mother... abandoned me... who are... my mothers...? God...why... are...you...not...welcoming...us-us-us me-me-me you-you-you...."
Her hands raised and her eyes closed. From both sides of your party emerged two mega-sized Regulators. One Sunset Sage of Seven Strikes may recognize. The Regulator X from the tunnels had come to collect its debt for awakening it. Along now with another of its kind...
"...You...are..not...saviors....you...are not...god....? No.... no...you have lost... the game... all lost the game... game over-game over-game over...."
"...Eternal war...eternal discord... I am... harmonious with you saviors... I seek god... I am you-I am you-I am you... I am god... I have no god...... no god.. no god-god-god.................................................Nemesis.....I fulfill my directive............................... die."
A hymn began yet again.
This time it was easily heard by all.
Sorrow of the Godless, for the Hopeless.
Resignment for the end of the game.
There was no harmony to be found here.
Only Steel in Discord.
Adaption 1: Takes half damage when attacked with any action used prior
Example: Player 1 and 2 use Hinder on XS-EVE=Half Damage } Player 1 uses Hinder and Player 2 uses U.Hinder-on XS EVE=Full Damage..
Spatial Disorder: When passing through or ending your turn within 1 ring of zones around XS-EVE, your movement becomes 1 and all rolls are at disadvantage.
Those with Astramancy or Chronomancy in their builds can roll a 100 Will save to bypass this effect.
When under 50% SP this ability is reduced to XS-EVE's zone.
Canceled when SP is 0.
Oribtal Weaponry: Every cycle XS-EVE's attack drones take on different formations and shapes. This changes her attack and defensive capabilities. As XS-EVE's SP drops, her weapons are destroyed. Any AoE or Splash Damage dealt to XS-EVE is converted to SP damage. At 50% SP threshold, the formation shifts automatically mid-cycle. These weapons can be regenerated every cycle via a BA, restoring her SP by varying amounts.
Wing Formation:
Deals 1 flat point of retal for every 10 SP remaining to all attacks dealt outside 1 ring of XS-EVE. Only attacks on XS-EVE or her Weapons (SP) trigger this.
Deals 20 flat retal damage to any main action used outside 1 ring of XS-EVE. Only triggers when not damaging XS-EVE.
Whenever retal is dealt to you, take 1 stack of Bleeding.
Sharp Edge: All retal dealt is x3 against nat 1s. Any d100 attack or support die can trigger this). This replaces nat 1 events.
Indignant Zephyr: Usable in the damage phase. A multi-line horizontal aoe attack.
Ring Formation:
Deals 1 flat point of retal for every 10 SP remaining to all attacks dealt within 1 ring of XS-EVE. Only attacks on XS-EVE or her Weapons (SP) trigger this.
Deals 20 flat retal damage to any main action used within 1 ring of XS-EVE. Only triggers when not damaging XS-EVE.
Whenever retal is dealt to you, take 1 stack of Bleeding.
Sharp Edge: All retal dealt is x3 against nat 1s. Any d100 attack or support die can trigger this. This replaces nat 1 events.
Vorpal Argetlam: Usable in the damage phase. A multi-ring aoe attack.
(Hymn) Godless Melancholy:A Harmonic Hymn performed by XS-EVE. once countered the Hymn will cease.
For every Harmonics-based action taken add an equal amount in contrib to countering the Hymn (0/300).
All rolls made by players with Astramancy andMagitech in their build must make a Will save over 100 every cycle or roll at a disadvantage unless the hymn is countered.
God has forsaken you. Divine Magic is sealed until the Hymn is encountered.
All Magia players are being hacked by the power of the hymn.
Movement cost is doubled unless the hymn is countered
All rolls must be made with a disadvantage unless the hymn is countered
HP and SP for this enemy count down.
This enemy's AI seems Normal.
Taunt; Threat Level of your attacks is x5 if you have any <Dissonant Tag> on your equipment.
Movement: 2
Location: D-3
ORIGIN MATRIX Hyperdimensional Incubator
❰ 300 / 1000 ❱
❰ ?̸̬͐?̵̯̚?̸͊͜?̶̫̂?̶̣̋ / ?̸̬͐?̵̯̚?̸͊͜?̶̫̂?̶̣̋ ❱
Assembly Index Zero
SP regenerates at a fast rate every cycle. Every time it is full in the damage phase, the matrix releases another set of M.Amalgamations.
Battle Map
Map Details
Default start position is any zone in rows 6 and 7.
Palace Floors:(Normal Terrain) A color close to that of gold, fitting one of the Astorean King's nicknames. However, there is no gold here. Only decay and reminders of the hubris of the players of old.
Royal Carpet:(Normal Terrain) The carpets are tread upon by many a diplomat to visit the King. Now rotted and worthless.
Various Obstructions: (Difficult Terrain) Piles of Magia junk, downed pillars, etc.
Matrix Overflow: (Impassible Terrain) The world itself shall be lost in the Matrix.
Red Borders Are the predicted range of Indignant Zephyr (don't forget it moves with her).
White Borders are the range of Spatial Disorder (don't forget it moves with her).
Your Soul Shines In The Darkness
Unlock Your Potential Starcalled Level 1
<<OVERSOUL>> 2691
For every 300 HP damage dealt to any amount of enemies, this gauge increases by 0.1. On your turn, you can consume set amounts of oversoul to immediately gain the matching Free Action (this is stackable off a BA) effect below. Whenever a teammate is Killed/KO'ed the gauge drops by 0.3 points. It is said that there may be ways to increase gauge fill rate, and strengthen your options depending on the Starcalled's progress in the world.
This gauge carries over into future cycles.
All advantages granted to Critical hit are only 1d100.
0.1 Enhance: +10 Modifier to next roll (checks, attacks, saves etc). 0.2 Chain: Combine one of your next Standard actions with one tagged ally's next Standard Action of the same type (Attack, Defense, Support). Giving both actions Advantage. Must target the same enemy/ally or enemies/allies if aoe. 0.3 Fortify: Negates your current Vulnerable state. Does not work on Super Vulnerable. 0.5 Unite: Combine one of your Special Actions with one tagged ally's next Special Action of the same type (Attack, Defense, Support). Giving both actions Advantage. Must target the same enemy/ally or enemies/allies if aoe. 0.7: Fate Turner: Negate a Nat 1 that has occurred on your turn. Beware denying a set fate may make the next meeting with destiny much worse. This stacks... 1.0 OVERSOUL: [Locked]
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M. Amalgamation
A 50/100 SP 100/200 HP B 50/100 SP 100/300 HP C 50/100 SP 100/200 HP D 50/100 SP 100/500 HP E 50/100 SP 100/1000 HP F 50/100 SP 100/200 HP
Malformed
A corrupted and incomplete Magia fresh out of the forge! Will need to be hammered out some and will attempt to put itself together if given time.
Grudge
A dangerous form of retaliation born from gathered animosity and negative energy. Deals 5 retal damage (+mods) whenever attacked.
This enemy's AI seems Simple.
Taunt; Threat Based
Movement: 1 | Range: 1
At 0 SP this enemy becomes Vulnerable.
Vulnerable to Crush Weapons, Astramancy.
✦✦✦
Sentinel R
A 100/100 SP 260/300 HP B 100/100 SP 240/300 HP
Head Shot
Deals x3 instead of x2 damage when a target is Vulnerable.
Cover Fire: Leg Snipe Addon
Deals 10 flat retal damage to those who attack any of its allies within 2 rings. This retal stacks for each Sentinel within range. Causes Immobility if hitting Vulnerable.
This enemy's AI seems Normal.
Taunt; Threat Based
Movement: 2 | Range: 2
At 0 SP this enemy becomes Vulnerable.
✦✦✦✦
Regulator X
A 200/200 SP 420/600 HP B 200/200 SP 600/600 HP
Linear Assault
Attacks deal damage to a linear path of zones extending across the entirety of the map.
AP Pierce
Attacks from this enemy Ignore Protection, and deal 2x damage vs Vulnerable. Damage Mitigation is ok.
(S4) Steel In Discord: Actress Again Seeker of God
Thread Rules
(Playsheet) Use and link a playsheet. Newest Playtest Packet is in play.
(Word Count) 700 not including code (I love you, fancy peeps).
(Post Speed) For this event, please post within an hour of your roll or you will forfeit your turn. The cycle will update approximately every 48-60 hours. Sooner if all posts finish early.
(Fluid Time) Each character gets 1 post per cycle. There is no set posting order. Retroactive healing and protection are allowed. Retroactive buffing is prohibited.
(Post Template) Please do not alter the [action*][/action*] and enemy/objective tracking portion of your post. These elements must be displayed as is at all times.
(Comms) Any communication can be done either by making a private comms thread or posting in the event's official comms thread.
(Rolls) All rolls must be done in the #event-rolls channel. For this event, please post within an hour of your roll or you will forfeit your turn (yes, this rule is in two bullet points to stress its importance).
(Thread Code) 1495C2
Vangaurd Poisition and Starcalled Development
At the cost of 20 HP you may start anywhere in row 5.
Red Fever was completed however these enemies are elites of the Magia forces and you do not have enough experience to maintain the Magia Slayer effect. Add +10 flat damage to all of your attacks (after modifiers).
Narrative Special
Narrative Action: If you are able to end the Godless Hymn, you may make roll a Presence check against XS-EVE along with any dialogue you'd like to add. This may bring about battle interactions not found in the actual thread however it is highly unlikely to influence the cycle in any way.
If you possess Astramancy, Harmonics, or Magitech, add +5 perMR in one of these. If you have all three you roll with advantage.
Fated Moment: Origin Matrix and XS-EVE
Objectives: Divergence is at hand. The order that these objectives are cleared will impact the story development of the remaining cycles and ultimately this event's conclusion. You have enough Energy and supplies to finish this by the end of Cycle 5!
Eliminate all minion Magia.
Eliminate XS-EVE
Eliminate the Origin Matrix
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M.Amalgamation A: 100/200 HP | 50/50 SP
M.Amalgamation A: 100/300 HP | 50/50 SP
M.Amalgamation A: 100/200 HP | 50/50 SP
M.Amalgamation A: 100/500 HP | 50/50 SP
M.Amalgamation A: 100/1000 HP | 50/50 SP
M.Amalgamation A: 100/200 HP | 50/50 SP
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Sentinel-R A: 260/300 HP | 100/100 SP
Sentinel-V B: 240/300 HP | 100/100 SP
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XS-EVE. 1200/2000 HP | 1000/1000 SP
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Origin Matrix. ?????/????? HP | 300/1000 SP
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Location: 6D Vulnerable
-20 HP from Wing Formation Retal Bleeding: 1
She would not feel pity.
This was just a creation, twice-artificial. Programmed by this black box of a death-game, birthed from machinery. This was a defect and an enemy, the guardian of the Forge that some King who never stood at the vanguard demanded to be destroyed.
He would not feel pity.
This was the monster that he hardly had any connection with. Only a walking, talking jamming device, one that disrupted the ability to move, one that he was especially proficient in countering. This was a Magia who likely grafted the head of someone else on its shoulders, one that butchered its own kind within its religion-driven rampage.
There could be no pity here!
Its words, faltering, broken, was purpose-built to deceive. Its madness was engineered to be taken in the most sympathetic light, and its cries for its mother, its God, gave it a saint-like implication that it assuredly did not deserve. It was a monster. A monster with no aim, a monster with no origin, a monster with no bonds. Cast adrift in this world, born an orphan and shackled to the Forge that pumped out twisted amalgamations of her kind! And for something so pathetic as this, Cain Darlite could afford no space in his heart.
Sorrow of the Godless, for the Hopeless
Resignment for the end of the game.
There was no harmony to be found here.
Only Steel in Discord.
This rancid bitch.
The Flagbearer of Miracles took his step forward, treading upon moth-eaten, oil-stained carpet. A vanguard in white, bearing a battle-banner craft of every miserable fate he had severed from reality, he raised his staff and leveled his gaze upon the Seeker of God. Its eyes shut, its limbs and head collared by translucent projections, its mind wielding an arsenal that was far too at odds with the Starcalled's. One breath. Another. That distorted hymn seeped into his being and he allowed it to, feeling every grievous cord pass inwards.
Music did not need to be harmonic. It only needed to be melodic.
Peals of regrets became streaking stars overhead. Meteor shower, silvered tears. Whether it be Moonsong's rage, Chrys's greed, Hanno's courage, Kamala's worries, Ayna's focus, Tetsu's obsession, Rael's desire, Tick and Tock's excitement, Zelrius's passions, Seigi's valor, or XS-EVE's despair, he drew them all in. Harmonic magic made beauty from emotions bright and bountiful, the kaleidoscope of a star's explosion giving birth to brilliant cosmos. Dark magic made substance from emotions weighty and woeful, the blackness of infinite cosmos reminding all of what had slipped out of their grasp and what still remained within their reach.
In the ruination of the palace, the cursed hymn of the Seeker found itself entwinned with the Flagbearer's refrain, celestial glory emanating from the banner of Miracles that stemmed from vanquishing fate over and over and over again.
But through the shame, the sorrow you can't dissipate
Stars remain all to guide the way
Follow the spark, within the souls that lost it all
A future torn apart…reclaims the dark.
Ah, you'll restart and impart
The frozen clocks will turn again
Carve it all in your heart.
What Starcalled had not suffered before? Whether in this death game, or the reality that chased them into it? What had they lost, to make it as far as they did? What had they experienced, and what had they witnessed? Over and over again, trading lives for glory, for memory. Some embracing death in order to accentuate their lives. Some gifting death, yet finding themselves unable to undo it. And yet, none here had yet given over to despair, and all here stood to piece together a future out of their victories and failures.
For their friends. For their lovers. For their ideals. For their pleasures. For the dead and the living.
To do good, in a world that made it so much easier.
To save just one life, in a world so eager to extinguish it.
From the ashes, life blossoms again.
"Cast aside your directive, Seeker. It's a substance too immaterial to withstand our hopes."
Rolls
Save
1d100 (94) + 95 = 189 Will | Cain Darlite | 1495C2 | Godless Melancholy
**(Light Armor Ability) Surge Activated** | Cain Darlite | 1495C2```+100 to a roll, +4 to Haste, +20 to Inspire, Revive/+4 dead allies.```
Power Buff (Single)
2d100 (82 + 85) + 25 + 25 + 25 + 50 + 15 + 100 = 136 (Total divided by 3) +136 buff to 1 target for 3 posts @Seigi Ling Ling
You are Vulnerable. Harmonic Magic | Cain Darlite | 1495C2
(BA) Coordinate Summon S | Cain Darlite
Code:
Target: Self/Seigi gain +15 extra modifiers to attacks, heals, buffs. +5 (D, C) +10 (B, A) +15 (S).
Location: A7 VULNERABLE
-20 HP from Wing Formation Retal Bleeding: 1
With a wide grin, Ayna immediately charged at the closest Regulator in an attempt to extend her streak against them. She had already taken down one of them in one fell swoop. Well, more like a bunch of swoops, really. And now she was going to take out this other one in the same vein. Lightning crackling all over her weapon, the Spear of StormyNight (Polearm) began piercing the machine over and over and over again.
❰ True Teachings of Enlightningment: Sky Wandering ❱
Clang-clang-clang! Clang-clang-clang! Clang-clang-clang! And so on and so forth. Yet the machine remained standing, even as Ayna clenched her jaw, a measly breath away from its thick but dented hull.
And then, from out of nowhere, or mostly from where Ayna had not been paying much attention, having been hyperfocused on her own little world, she was attacked by drones. Annoying little drones. Ayna winced in pain as her blood was spilled, though that only seemed to, well, excite her. Ohoho! I see we're getting serious, aren't we?
Wasn't it exactly why she started playing this game? To feel something new? Something invigorating? Getting shot at was definitely invigorating. Not what any normal person would recommend for sure, but to each their own.
Rolls
Movement:
A7 (Spawn) (Attack Regulator A) Multi Attack
1d100 (45) + 20 + 15 + 1d100 (50) + 20 + 15 = 165
+10 Fighting Experience buff (BA) Duelist | Dynamism A | Ayna Nietzsche Attack and remain in the targeted enemy's square, and gain 30(B) extra damage. 205 damage
You are Vulnerable.
Regulator-X A: 215/600 HP | 300/300 SP
Regulator-X B: 600/600 HP | 300/300 SP
Location: G6
-20 HP from Wing Formation Retal
+20 HP from Ultra Counter mitigation
+84 buff from Rael for 1 cycle (used) Bleeding: 1
She had seen this place from the memories. It was beautiful and regal back then, but now it was only a ruin packed with those damned steel-things. The sheer presence of machinery in this room rapidly caused pain in her chest as the steel shard continues to grow more and more. The morning sunlight beamed through the ceiling, revealing a familiar figure.
The songstress magia.
The one that unleashed the storm of blades that took Kenji's life, now lamenting in the middle of the throne room. Shame there was no room for pity, Moonsong threw that away when she swore vengeance.
"Savior, god." Moonsong growled. "You seek god? Here I am."Not waiting any longer for the enemy to power up, the Lunar Melody quickly navigated to the side, to one of the higher spots in the throne room.
"And I'm not a forgiving one."
Materializing many blades to match XS-EVE's own blade formations, the storm of swords clashed mid-air, with Moonsong's one greatsword successfully making it through and decapitating one of the Sentinel Gunner, piercing through before shattering on impact with the songstress magia's own defense, unable to deal any damage to her.
Super Vulnerable
-20HP from Wing Formation
Twiced
-20HP from Wing Formation
Bleeding x2
The Palace was a thing of wonder. The inside of it - something Zelrius had never seen before as he followed through the wreckage of the city. Only to be met with the motherless, godless hymns of some new creature. His hands went to his ears, to block it out. Over the muffling of his ears, he could hear the Flagbearer shouting, but not what. His eyes scanning around the battle field as Ayna and Moonsong charged in.
A decision was made in that moment - an instinct. He wasn't going to wait for an opening to be made for him this time, like that with the Gazer, or even the last fight against the magia just near the walls. He would create the opening. Zelrius resolved to be one of the first in, to clear the path forward. To stand out - and burn bright. Not be a spectator until he could seize glory again. It wasn't about glory, it was about doing what was right. Letting more valuable attackers like @Hanno Futaba , @Chrys and @Seigi Ling Ling deal with the robot bitch on the other side of the carpet.
He let the fire overtake his form, and spread out in a shroud around him, mimicking large, burning wings that his dynamism abused to soar forward parallel to @Moonsong . A flurry of strikes, Both down in an arc, then one to the side, as the man side stepped, and then spun back around with a flourish. Dancing around the Sentinel, and cutting its 'limbs' into individual, meaningless pieces. Letting them spark and fall to the ground - turning the being in one of the obsolete pieces of enviromental storytelling.
His heart was pumping - and there was still more to do. No sooner than he had turned his head to see @Ayna Nietzsche engaged with one of the regulators, knowing what more was needed from him. There was nothing that could stop the pyromancer's lust for carnage and heroism, blasting back toward that target. A blade thrusted forward into the orb, twisted, the other finding its core as he had done with the overseer. And letting his fire course down his arm and into its body, letting whatever were the internals of these robots become his fuel. Looking over to the Puppy girl with a smirk, seeing if she'd provide any validation to his inner narrative.
Was this enough to fulfill his wish of helping the rest? Or was this selflish as hell?
Did it matter?
Rolls
Movement:
D7 → C5 (Action)
(BA) Duelist - Slash Weapons A - Melee attack gains 20 (D, C) 30 (B, A) 40 (S) extra damage. | Forgot Thread Code Above = 1495C2
Location: A6 Vulnerable -20HP from Wing Formation Retal. (Mitigated by 20hp Overheal from Hanno Futaba) Bleeding: 1
The mechanical songstress was a sight to behold.
Not because of the fearsome weaponry she commanded, nor how the unsettling assimilation of her fellow Magia had the elf averting her gaze from the tar-stained horror scene. Few were the days that had passed since that fateful day in the outskirts of Camp Hope, and already had much changed for... The better? Worse?
How should she describe the scene unfolding all the way across from her? The songstress that had taken the life of the only one who had been so kind as to offer her some much-needed assistance, now reduced to a series of code errors, songs, and conflicting directives. Unsure what to do with itself, unsure what to be by itself.
In her heart of hearts, Rael knew not to pity the monstrosity which was to blame for love's loss.
Yet she wondered - if it could talk without thought of waging war, what kind of story would it share? Would she tell it kindly, carefully, slowly? Or would she sing it, and give reason to the woman whom Rael had once heard it from?
Words floated in the space that was the Magia's (@Pandora*) field of vision, a melodic flair to the way they undulated in the air and wove themselves together into words, extending the musical note then into a song that almost resembled Rael's own voice, not that Eve should need it. She had nailed the impression from what she could hear.
"[ You can't recall... How come? When did you start to forget? What is it you last remember..? ]"
Location: G7
-10 HP from Wing Formation Retal (Countered 10 damage)
+9 HP Bleeding: 1
In theory, it would've been much more ideal to play full support. It was Kamala's whole thing when she first started playing the game, but after that incident with the whistles, well, let's just say death changes people. Even in-game ones. Kamala realized then and there that she could not in fact carry on as just a full support adventurer. Not yet. Not with her current level of skill. Not with her afflictions. But that time will come. Not now but soon.
Rushing to the other Regulator when she spotted @Ayna Nietzsche doing to the same to its partner, and @Zelrius taking it down not a moment later, Kamala manifested a boomerang through her Illusory Flora, and although the insects trapped under her skin triggered her paranoia as they tended to do, she still managed to will that magical boomerang to absorb as much of the orbital drones' attack and deliver it to the Regulator instead. Shaking, she stood her ground, jaw clenched, as she held out both hands and withstood the inevitable shots from the drone before moving in-synch with her magical projectile and twirling herself around to send it at her target.
❰ Grazing Leaf ❱
Kamala did not really expect she could take it down with one blow. Ayna probably could've. Maybe even @Chrys. But Kamala? Never in a million years. She didn't have that kind of delusion. What she had, though, which she realized as she started to bleed from the drones' attack, was nature's blessing. Case in point: An illusory mushroom spirit popped over her head before disappearing in a puff of mending spores.
❰ Present Manifested ❱
Rolls
Movement:
G7 (Spawn) (Attack Regulator-X B) Counter
1d100 (86) + 10 + 15 + 20 = 131
+10 Fighting Experience buff 141 damage
Counter successful! 20 damage added. Take 10 less damage Illusion Magic | Kamala Graham | 1495C2
(P) Regeneration | Kamala Graham
Code:
Character name regains: 2d6 (B, A). Roll using ?r 2d6.
Roll Result
2d6 (5 + 4) = 9
Regulator-X A: -26/600 HP | 300/300 SP
Regulator-X B: 459/600 HP | 300/300 SP
Buffed by @Rael (+63) Vulnerable Negated by <<OVERSOUL>>
Disadvantage on Rolls from Spatial Disorder
-1 Movement from Spatial Disorder
With the first wave of enemies defeated, the dissonant amalgamation recollected itself, soon nearing the faerin knight's shield and possessing it once again, and returning to its original shape. "Great job, buddy-" Hanno complimented, rushing ahead along with the others.
It wasn't possible to shake off the uneasy feeling coming from the sight of the EVE, the same one that had reaped the life of Quinn, and now the one that made the feeling of emptiness taking the place of Rhiannon's vague 'presence'. Yet... Judging from her dialogue with @Cain Darlite, she seemed just as puzzled as everyone else in that room.
"Your god is the one telling you to do all of this?" Hanno frowned, charging forward as the feeling of the divinity coming, as the flagbearer's song dissipated the Magia's that cloaked his heart, and @Rael's song empowered it.
"No... You are just lost, you are following no orders." Hanno muttered, saddened at the sight. And while he didn't carry the same vengeful feeling that @Moonsong rightfully held, he remained firm in his objective. "But we can't allow you to keep going." He said, resolute despite his feelings, which was soon reprimanded by his shield companion.
"Don't listen to him. I will help you." Ghast's eyes grew wide open, swirling in dissonance as a guttural voice rumbled from it, taking place from the cute voice from its previous fake faerin appearance. "Maybe if you hurt, you will call your god with more faith. Ku ku ku..."
Taunting (1640)
Dissonance Tag (x5)
The central eye clenched shut, opening once again in the shape of a mouth filled with an endless number of fangs, sharp like daggers before three thinner tentacles that tried to bind EVE, or at least distract her while drawing her attention.
With Ghast's disruption, Hanno charged to drag her, hoping to draw her attention and leave others more room to attack. "Path is open!" Hanno called for @Seigi Ling Ling, @Tetsunosuke, and @Tick Tock, hoping they would manage to spread their offense width, while he took a breath and released a beam of divine power, wrapping himself and his friends with an encouraging and protective aura.
Rolls
Movement:
D6 (Spawn) → D5 → D4 (Action)
(P) Controller | Mastery MR | Hanno Futaba Your attack deals 10(D) 20(B) 30(S) flat SP damage.
There was something marvelous about the palace, and that had nothing to do with it's structure alone, but the design with which it is presented: A factory, a forge of it's own, and black gold litters the floor, that being the many fragments of fallen Magia and machinery alike. It's no wonder she had found a stash far more worthwhile than the city itself, and the only problematic was how to carry it all back. At least Tock could focus on loading all that sweet sweet fluid into her core for the troubles of earlier.
It all left them with a malfunctioning magia with quite the nasty security system.
"Oho! Look at that one Tock, she doesn't make any sense! Tick likes her already!"
"Ooor, she makes sense, we just too dumb to get it." Tock smiled, with hands clasping onto one arm that didn't belong to her. Or to anyone, it was just a part for a magia, not an irreplaceable. "Do you think she will let us near that big pot behind her?"
Tick simply giggled. If the determination of their group was anything to go by, it's that they would not settle down with words, and less so with the few chosen by their foe as targets of their ire, if ire is something someone who sounds so confused could feel. Poor flag man and shield guy though, they did nothing to deserve such salt, other than being positively fabulous. Specially @Cain Darlite. Who Tock would make a swift approach to and stand next to as the man so valiantly channeled every single bit of everyone' essence- Everyone's nature into a very spell that brought harmony to the chaos she wished to produce, perhaps a most dangerous combination: Chaos with purpose.
"Hya! Let Tock help!" The marionette proclaimed, and within her hands the air and reality begun to warp, until a tall object stood between her fingers that would be very much familiar to the flagbearer: It is a copy of his own banner, afterall, which she begun to vigorously swing about like a cheer leader.
"TEAM FLAG TEAM FLAG TEAM FLAG!" She shouted to her heart's content.
Tick on the other hand had made quick advances upon the regulator, one far more advanced than it's predecessor of earlier. It posed a threat to everyone, given it's sheer range and piercing capacities that were impossible to miss to someone so acute to calibers of the like. Pushing her hand into her chest, a mere illusion to flaunt and dramatize her scene had her pull out a blackened, defiled copy of @Zelrius's own blade, and in the same manner as the swordsman did, so Tick become a mimicry of his own assault to the Overseer of earlier and jumped straight into the fray, opposing her nature of fragile caster for a full on speedster's assault.
Yet obviously, a technique so new to her had flaws, and so are most of the lies she crafts; Yet lies bring down Kingdoms, shatter alliances and destroy romances. Lies hurt. And hers would do just the same, utilizing dark magic as the catalyst of it's destruction and centering her attack at the machinery of doom with one swift thrust that jammed and zapped it's systems to fuel her own, the closest equivalent to lifeforce it could even have. It should at least expose it to a killing blow and neutralize it's weapon for a short time.
"Bestieeee!" Tick cried out on her retreat, amber eyes set on @Seigi Ling Ling as she waved at her, exhilarated to say the least. "Race to the big mean robot girl! Loser pays the drinks!" She didn't want the least to begin her sprint, dodging obstacles with far more agility than one could give her credit for given how laid back every motion of the puppet spider was, but these 'chitinous' legs were working extra hard to move it's master with precision only a weaver of it's class could.
Location: G7
-20 HP from Wing Formation Retal Bleeding: 1
Of course Chrys was the last person to arrive. He was too busy trying to grab some scraps to bring back home to Lyrwick to sell but to no avail. Who would even avail such dangerous items? And not expect to get beaten up by local authorities? Or local non-authorities?
Looking around the battlefield in no apparent rush, Chrys calmly walked to where the remaining Regulator was still standing. More than one people at it and it's still up and running? Oh, wait, that's @Kamala Graham. What's my doctor doing there, slapping the walking microwave oven?Chrys heaved a sigh, allowing his delusion to run amok as he whipped his hair back, even though it was a little too short to actually get whipped like what the kids call nae-nae or whatever lazy-ass gibberish they were mindlessly making popular on TwitchToker now. Guess a Platinum-ranked Adventurer, the best one in this world, has to clean up after everyone again. Woe is me.
"Pardon me..."
Chrys gave both girls the others an ample warning before calling forth the unnecessarily thicc af Claymore of the FirstLoyalist (Greatsword). After his weapon came to be through the dust and dirt around their very feet, Chrys then manifested his Thousand Sparkling Gold through his Auric Geomancy and willed the jagged shards of the earth to rise in the air, float in front of him, and then hurled them at the last regulator the hardest he could, intending to cripple it just with the sheer crushing and slashing impact against what soon became grains of darker sand and dust.
❰ Thousand Sparkling Gold: Grand Scattering of Heavenly Splinter ❱
Truly unnecessary but well worth the spectacle. Just like in real life.
Rolls
Movement:
G7 (Spawn) (Attack Regulator-X B) Ultra Hinder
2d100 (59 + 3) + 25 + 20 + 50 = 157
+10 Fighting Experience buff (BA) Enforce | Aura S | Chrys Hinder/Ultra deals HP damage, if used, gain [ ?r 3d20 # Enforce | Mastery MR | Chrys ] extra damage. 3(S) Roll Result
3d20 (12 + 3 + 14) = 29
196 HP damage You are Vulnerable.900 points from <<OVERSOUL>> used to negate Vulnerability.
Regulator-X A: -26/600 HP | 300/300 SP
Regulator-X B: -79/600 HP | 300/300 SP
+10 HP from perfect cycle!
Vulnerable
+136 damage buff (1 stack left)
The stage had been set. A beating heart, a broken Machina, some more than others. XS-EVE was in the spotlight. It was clear that the Vintergarden Magia weren't the only ones on the stage that had been set for them.
It would be a lie to say that Seigi didn't feel at least some pity. But she also had seen enough of TS to know that broken waifus were a threat to take seriously, and not befriend. Yet, anyway. If there was one thing she knew, it was that most friendships started after a very throughout and good beating. Mahou Shoujo Style.
...
As she readied herself for combat, it was @Cain Darlite who gave her the final push to put aside all doubts. His usual hymn of heroic tales and grand adventures nowhere to be seen. Instead, he made himself a Maestro of Entropy. Taking the Melody of their Hearts to turn it into something... powerful. A power that he channeled right into her.
Seigi could feel it. She could hear it. Maybe even taste it? Moonsong's fury. Chrys's appetite. Kamala's anxiety. Ayna's singular focus. Tetu's fascination. Rael's yearning. Tock and Tick's joy. Zelrius's ember. Seigi's own courage. And... XS-EVE's rejection of reality. A chaotic melody that would change the course of the stars.
"Cain..."Seigi murmured as her very own battle aura was shifting colors, hues, and forms to rival even the fanciness of the Origin Matrix. It wasn't just her own aura any longer. Then, @Cain Darlite could feel Seigi's warmth. A simple hug. Somewhat locking his movement.
"Don't be so... hateful." For amidst the chaotic sea of emotions, she could also single out Cain's detestation. She smiled at him from below. "It'll only lead you down a false road." With that, Seigi detached herself and turned to the battle at hand with a swirl.
By now, the fight was already underway. Most of the group made a path. With Moonsong's weaponry rivaling that of their adversary, Zelrius ember turning into a raging fire, Ayna bringing absolute devastation, Chrys sundering the very ground, and Kamala using a weapon truly unique to hers.
As if that wasn't enough, Rael's own rhythm elevated the party even higher. As Hanno made sure EVE's wrath would have only eyes for him. For a moment, Seigi wondered, did he have part of Titanius, too?
"Bestieeee! Race to the big mean robot girl! Loser pays the drinks!"
It was ultimately @Tick Tock that gave Seigi that last little final push. Her funky cheerleading and blatant rip-off putting a smile on the Sunset Sage's face. ... They were just one person, right?)
Yeah, for some this was just a game. For others, it was a lot more serious. But ever since the start of the Vintergard Campaign, she did try to find that spark again.
And seeing Tick Tock being Tick Tock helped her to do just that.
"You bet! But it better be some fancy stuff!"Seigi called out to Tick Tock, not waiting any longer as she rushed forward. Dodging whatever her Infused Battle Spirit aura didn't destroy. Their party had mostly cleaned up after all.
Rushing even past @Hanno Futaba to get really, really close to EVE.
@Pandora* "EVE! God doesn't exist!" Seigi called out as she got closer and closer to the Magia, trying to extend the emotion-infused Aura to block out the suppressing effects of the Origin Matrix to no avail.
Nonetheless, it did not stop Seigi from delivering some pain, stopping right in front of XS-EVE. "So..." Taking a heavy striking pose. "CEASE YOUR WHACKERY!" And gut-punching EVE with enough force to send them both airborne for a moment. "QUIT YER WHINING!" Just for the chaotic energies around her to condense into her punching fist that was still aimed at XS-EVE.
"SNAP OUT OF IT AND THINK FOR YOURSELF!" Finishing with a colorful, emotion-infused, cone-shaped frontal explosion in EVE's direction. "Or just divide by zero or something, what do I know..." She murmured with a huff once on the ground again and collected herself.
As the group had reached the palace, Tetsunosuke then decided to disembark from his mech so as not to destroy it due to the mech's sheer size. But then he had already made sure that the defense afforded by the mech would be afforded by his own body, as he had brought the regenerator orb with him, which was currently strapped on his back and connected to his own circuitry. As he had acknowledged how his current form was far too convenient, he thought about experimenting on his own body as he then continued walking deeper into the palace.
But as the group met with whatever was occupying the throne room, he was then hit with a disconcerting feeling that was too unpleasant to his senses, but one that was all too familiar. As he then saw the propaganda that was being spread by these magia yet again, he then instantly knew what he was facing, but hopefully this sensation would be stopped before this feeling would induce him to lose himself and attack his allies like what happened to Quinn.
Fortunately Tetsunosuke was awakened again by the power of the hymn of @Cain Darlite, and he then composed himself to look for that source of the interference of his cerebral circuitry. Once he found out where that magia that was inducing him to betray his companions, he would want to make sure that that magia could not use its telecommunication to interact with him or any other magia in this field.
Before he could act however, yet another familiar feeling then seeped into his body, and he knew the source of the feeling, Tacitly thanking the mute summoner for the enhancement (@Rael), he then activated his jetpack and zoomed forward towards the magia, wielding the kodachi of his mech that now looked like a greatsword in his hands. He aimed to disarm and incapacitate the magia from doing any further action, as he had judged it to be a really dangerous foe that should be quickly dealt with.
SteelIn Discord: Actress Again Cycle 3: From Hymn to War
"Cast aside your directive, Seeker. It's a substance too immaterial to withstand our hopes."
More and more of the remaining Magia fell, joining the heaps of ruined steel that surrounded them. Even these more advanced models were no match for the returned Starcalled. The palace was being wiped clean at a good rate. With each fallen Magia, came also the end of the energy streams connecting them to XS-EVE. Each went out with one last surge into her frame.
The words of @Cain Darlite and @Rael alone held little sway over the by now obviously corrupted Magia. However together...
[ You can't recall... How come? When did you start to forget? What is it you last remember..? ]
"..."
The hymns ended, the dissonance flowed from several of the Starcalled, and yet they fought with far more sanity than the ruined Magia. XS-EVE had up to this point taken a supportive role. As her model seemed designed for. Her Orbital Weaponry handling the combat for her...
"Maybe if you hurt, you will call your god with more faith. Ku ku ku..."
"...You are strong Nemesis. That is why-why-why..."
Her mouth moved and Rael's voice exclusively came from it, even if distorted by what seemed to be a damaged vocal system.
"We all serve god... I serve god and honor god with my-my-my..."
Her head jerked several times before she continued with her cross-shaped pupils spinning at higher and higher speeds.
"EVE! God doesn't exist!"
The spinning stopped abruptly as @Seigi Ling Ling made the first actual attack to break through her spatial field and her defense weaponry which was being dissipated through a united effort of @Tetsunosuke and @Hanno Futaba. The Seeker of God made a gesture to herself.
"No ...god? My-my-my directive cannot-cannot-cannot be... my very body-body-body ...Nemesis, do you think to feed me inaccurate data? E-X-X-X-....
Again they spun and the energy around her began to literally heat up. Surges coursed over her. Those with Astralmancy or See Magic can see constellations, perhaps even worlds flashing before their eyes if they stare into the energy too deeply. Those with Harmonics or Hear Magic/Sound Frequency would also hear the sound of power, as each particle worked together in an attempt to perfect the Magia. This in particular showed great discord.
"...EVE, A.D.W type-Gamma. I will-will-will not forget the only mission-mission-mission that matters... game-game-game... over, destroy Nemesis. ......DIE!!!!!"
Raising her hand her blades tore through the remaining M.Amalgamations. each being torn to shreds as the black substance holding them together wrapped around each blade creating a web of shadow mechagore. The blades then came together over her head taking all of the goop with them and before the now rapidly pulsating Incubator...
A Platinum Axe with many dents and wear upon its elaborately designed surface was formed.
Through it ran black light and it fell into the Songstress of Discord's hand. it seems to expand in size as energy channels into it from her. Its size is now longer than her entire body and its blade dwarfs Ghasts impressive size.
"All of my...mothers... BE QUIET...STOP interfering with my-my-my... I am for GOD... Operator...what has happened to bring this to be... I will... I will.... mother.-mother-mother... we work...work for saviors...saviors... yhgdueydhdeudiwejsj....."
A swing of it into her other hand as she swung it hard into Ghast's eye. Breaking through the other side partially, she dragged the dissonant shield with her swing. Her weapon turned and swung again bringing the shield into Seigi and Tetsunosuke and with momentum pushed herself into Hanno. Now all were pinned behind Ghast as XS-EVE pulled the Magitech weapon out and made several swings each blow breaking through the shield more and cutting into the bundled so-called saviors until a final home run-style swipe sent the three reeling into Cain. The bodies of the Dissonant-wielding Starcalled were all brought together (and the rebel Magia Tetsu) the Dissonant Magia sent a short series of blades after them and gathering energy in her palm a black sphere emerged.
"You WILL....not ESCAPE... YOUR dark FATE-FATE-FATE... is over"
The sphere was sent to the three and burst into a large field of punishing gravity.
The literal terminator mode Magia's body surged with power as her flying blades of death rapidly multiplied and with a gesture of her silver hand, they swarmed her enemies as they were held by the graviton spheres pull. As if to ensure the job was finished...
The hymns are over. Tune in to the sound of war.
Cycle 2's Damage Phase
M.Amalgamations have all fused into a weapon for XS-EVE! Her current HPs increased by 600.
XS-EVE uses BA: A.D.W.Ignition - 248 SP restored, now in Wing Formation.
XS-EVE uses Astral Break:"Graviton Devastation"(Tank Buster) of219 Damage divided between @Hanno Futaba(88) | @Seigi Ling Ling (66) | @Tetsunosuke(44) | @Cain Darlite(22). They have been displaced to D6. D6 has become a Graviton Sphere Zone.
Wing Formation:
