AGE
19
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Straight
CLASS
Demolitionist
UNSORTED
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Aug 19, 2022 18:05:19 GMT
Post by Ella Moore on Aug 19, 2022 18:05:19 GMT
Friendly fire enabled -Passive: Impish. Another explosion rung out, defeaning to Ella's ears who was subject to the dust rushing to her face, despite of which she stood her ground. A mannequin limb had flown to land at her feet, charred and broken, which she kicked away in surprise, and watched as the limb flew past a crowd of thirteen or so mannequins with pairs of animated clothing hovering above the army of plastic. "What the fuck?!" Perhaps the mannequins were a little scary. She materialised another crystal bomb, holding it with bomb hands much like a softball in dodgeball before arching her arm back and throwing it in front of the crowd of animated plastic and fabric. Conveniently enough, she heard the call for retreat by the prison, nicknamed "devil" by her. Not that she didn't mind it, but it just occurred to her that of three, only the nun bad bothered to introduce themselves. That's fine, devil was a fitting name. Ella turned on her heel, thankful to be wearing running shoes, sprinting up the motionless escalator two steps at a time and jumped over the bench while pushing herself with both hands grabbing onto the top of it, right on que to see the nun being strangled by a pair of jeans and a mannequin squaring off with the prison girl. Ella would've laughed had it not been a serious situation; these things were actually trying to kill the trio. "Do something, prison girl! I got the stairs!" [googlefont=Alegreya Sans SC:400] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:9px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Sixteen
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She | Her
SEXUALITY
Demisexual
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Night Queen
UNSORTED
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Aug 19, 2022 20:10:38 GMT
Post by Anastasia Kozlov on Aug 19, 2022 20:10:38 GMT
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Barricading the escalator was physically demanding but less demanding than Anastasia initially assumed which would be helpful for surviving the rest of the incoming wave. The scarred teen took a moment to catch her breath and listen to Clover’s words. Indeed, they should be safe, but they had no clue what this wicked game would throw at them. Never in a million years did Anastasia expect to be battling down animated mannequins it was akin to a sick, twisted nightmare. She saw the priestess summoning her intricate tinted glass once again that gave her divine insight however the woman’s panicked expression and defensive posture immediately after viewing it sent chills down Anastasia’s spine.
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Suddenly a mannequin appeared from their collective blind spot and attempted to flank Clover alongside, weirdly enough, a pair of pants that slipped through the barricade and threw themselves at Clover with the intention to suffocate her, wait, WHAT! Anastasia was paralyzed in shock and fear frantically thinking about her next move which gave the mannequin enough time to set its sights on her as its next victim. Although the horned devil’s words drew Anastasia out of her fear induced stupor. Right, she couldn’t worry, she needed to fight or else they would all surely die!
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Anastasia put up her guard in order to defend from the mannequins impeding strike since it had the initiative after all. The blow struck her arms and Anastasia let out a sharp cry as pain raced up her arms, but she still maintained her posture. She had to strike, NOW! Suddenly, a shade of pitch blackness enveloped her hands, darker than any night, and this esoteric energy formed into the shape of claws reminiscent of an animal. Anastasia lunged towards the mannequin which attempted to block her strike, but her attack apparently had more power in it than even the scarred teen expected. The mannequin was forced to backpedal and lose its balance giving Anastasia another attempt to strike it.
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“DIE!” She practically screeched at the animated mannequin whilst lunging forward with her hands encased in the squirming tendrils of darkness. Her jagged claws struck true once again and landed a devastating blow on the mannequin’s torso which downed it. It still seemed to be alive, so Anastasia didn’t hesitate to land another blow on it; this time on its head which lacked any distinctive facial features. Her critical blow on the creature stopped its squirming for good this time. Anastasia took a deep, shaky breath then another one as the claws of darkness seemed to dissipate into thin air.
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However, Anastasia didn’t have too long to relax since Clover’s struggle reminded the teenager that another person was nearby potentially dying whilst she was catching her breath. Anastasia ran over and began to try to remove the animated pair of pants from Clover’s face; helping the girl that was surely thrashing from being both blinded and suffocated all at the same time. It made no sense why one pair of jeans should be this strong!
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She/Her
SEXUALITY
Pansexual
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Oracle
UNSORTED
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Post by Clover on Aug 20, 2022 2:15:44 GMT
 Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS How pathetic! Or Clover would have said that about herself if she wasn't so distracted with trying to breathe. Whilst one of the women there was blowing up hordes of enemies and the other had just found out she can create claws that could siphon away life and kill things with relative ease, Clover was on the ground gasping for air and desperately trying to call for help to the other two. With each passing second shrouded in darkness, the nun attired girl felt a heavy pain growing inside of her chest, with each attempt to pull the clothes off her face granting her only around half a second to get some oxygen before the monster continued to suffocate her. Was she going to die? She was going to die wasn't she? Please, someone help her! Clover was pleading, still rolling and trying to free her airways until the much awaited for help arrived. With both her and Anastasia now trying to rip the jeans off, Clover's eyesight would finally be free, her mouth gasping for air as her fight or flight response activated. "AHHHHHH!!??" With a loud scream of panic, the blonde girl would accidentally learn about another ability that she possessed. This one was a little more on the offensive side, not quite on the level of the two other women she was with yet enough to make quick work of the tutorial enemy that had been trying to kill her. Just like the circular disc of colourful stained glass, a singular piece of a larger mosaic would form before shooting up towards the monster, impaling into it and sending it up out of Anastasia's hand unless she had a tight grip on it. Needless to say, the creature that had been flailing around to try to free itself would suddenly stop moving. "H-haaa... Haha... I did it- I did it. I did it, I did it I did it I did it I did it..." Clover would start to mutter between her heaving panting, the threat around them still not over yet at least all that remained of it was on the other side of the barricade. Not that the religious girl would be able to focus on that though, not when tears were lining her swollen eyes, dropping down to the floor below whilst her whole body continued to tremble. That thing actually tried to kill her and not just that, it did so with no remorse, no humanity in its behaviour or its appearance. Was this truly a test from God? If it was, she was far too busy clutching her knees to her chest and curling up in a weeping ball of anxiety to be happy about such a thing. For the first time in her life, Clover had experienced this sort of aggression, the first time anyone had tried to injure her physically and thus she was in a state of shock. [attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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19
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Straight
CLASS
Demolitionist
UNSORTED
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Aug 20, 2022 16:07:02 GMT
Post by Ella Moore on Aug 20, 2022 16:07:02 GMT
Friendly fire enabled "N' I thought I was edgy.." muttered the crimson-eyed devil who looked back at the base of the escalator in time to witness seven of the thirteen mannequins being sent sprawling across the floor and smaller shops due to their light weight. The explosion's damage was not limited to just enemies, it seemed, as she could see bits of charred metal and plastic on the floor the first few steps were basically ruined.
-5 EXP (x7)
A small bit of text appeared at the corner of her vision- no, rather, she just about noticed her. "EXP" was short for experience, and she gained some from killing the mannequins. All the more motivation to continue doing what she was doing. It was working in her favour, in some ways, as luring all the enemies to a hard to traverse area let her chuck bombs like artillery to a trench.
It was laughably easy, was the point.
Continuing to examine her class, Ella's eyes narrowed at the description of her passive: the source of her horns. The game had decided to give her horns and her appearance was alterated all the more to rightly name her a devil, how neat. Bonus points to the asshole who brought her out of her comfy couch, she really wanted to get back home now. She took note of the other skill, "kaboom" and pushed the screen away in hopes of it taking the action as a sign to close- which it did.
Perhaps she was good at video games.
Holding her hand out, Ella took note of the sound of glass cracking and popping that followed the creation of her crystal bomb- satisfying to hear each time- and chucked it down the escalator to further ruin the way to get up to their location. For the mannequins, it'd take a long time until they climbed over their own bodies, and for the clothes..
Oh, the clothes.
Ella felt fabric enveloping her hands and pushing them together so that they could tie into a secured knot, followed by rougher clothing wrapping around her legs and pulling them from under her- eliciting a "FUCK!" from the pain of having her ass meet the floor, again.
"BURN, ASSHOLES!"
A gust of flames shot out from within her body, setting the clothing aflame and travelling a good twenty feet outwards before snuffing itself out. The clothing recoiled, being burnt away until only ash remained as they were tied a little too tight to simply separate themselves from Ella. She stood up, frantically waving her arms and legs to not be set on fire wirh them.
"How many waves do we fuckin' have?" Clover | Mm boss soon..| 3 turn cooldown. [googlefont=Alegreya Sans SC:400] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:9px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Sixteen
PRONOUNS
She | Her
SEXUALITY
Demisexual
CLASS
Night Queen
UNSORTED
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Aug 21, 2022 11:41:07 GMT
Post by Anastasia Kozlov on Aug 21, 2022 11:41:07 GMT
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After getting rid of the murderous headcloth both girls were out of breath and looking exasperated by the situation; Clover more so than Anastasia. Despite finishing off the killer jeans with a jagged shard of tinted glass the priestess seemed to be nearing a mental breakdown…and who wouldn’t in this situation? Perhaps Anastasia and Ella were the weird ones in this situation? Well, Ella who was practically relishing in the explosions was definitely a weird girl. Nonetheless, Anastasia felt very awkward staring down at the crying teenager and the scarred teen thought back to the moment the priestess tried, horribly, to console her upon first arriving.
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“Uh, t-there there…you, um, you don’t need to cry? Y-you finished off that wicked pair of jeans p-practically by yourself after all.” Anastasia tried to console the weeping teen and gently gave a shoulder pat to her. God, she was awful at this but at least the teen could say she attempted to console the priestess; she didn’t think her consciousness could rest easy if she didn’t do this. Although Anastasia tried to keep an open eye out for anymore murderous clothing, and she witnessed the devilish woman’s brilliant display of power that easily incinerated several pairs of clothes at once. Jeez, the duo atop the escalator barely managed to defeat two of these creatures and the woman down there was having a field day with them!
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“Huh?? It says I ‘leveled up’…weird.” Anastasia stated once a blue screen entered her vision. Additionally, it gave her several ‘Stat Points’ to allocate but the teen barely had a clue what those were. Damn, why didn’t she at least learn some basic terminology from her younger brothers before being whisked away by this demented Earth-Chan. Nonetheless, Anastasia pumped several of the points into the vital stats that she thought would keep her alive; a good mix of vitality, defense, and speed.
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“Um, h-hey can you do your magic and, you know, check out the uh, surroundings?” Anastasia asked a bit hesitant to push the task of scouting onto the teenager that was obviously having a rough time. Still, she was easily the best scouter in their little improvised party and this time Anastasia would stick by her side to act as a guard in case a pair of smarty pants thought it was a good idea to flank them. See, she was learning from her mistakes!
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Oracle
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Aug 21, 2022 15:57:27 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 21, 2022 15:57:27 GMT
Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS Anastasia's consolation attempts would do little to calm the nerves of the girl still clutching onto her knees, sniffling and whimpering because of everything that was going on. It wasn't like her efforts went unnoticed and, perhaps, under less strenuous circumstances, just the fact she tried to help would have been enough to calm Clover down a little bit yet right now when her emotions and thoughts were scattered in a natural disaster worthy of a category 5 storm designation, the blonde girl could do little more than stare out lifelessly. Every bit of her body continued to shake, her jaw was clamped so tightly that even if she wanted to speak, Clover found herself unable to do so. Instead, the girl would look up at Anastasia like a scared puppy, simply nodding her head along whilst focusing on her breathing. She hated this all but she knew she had to help, it was only right when the other two were practically doing all of the work. Yet, in terms of fighting capabilities, Clover had nothing substantial she could provide besides jagged pieces of glass that flew at low speeds. Thus, she would extend her hand out in front of her, focusing on the words of the scar faced girl and once more unveiling her circular disc of stained glance to begin scanning the area and locating enemies. Much to her surprise, there were a lot fewer remaining than she had initially expected, likely due to the constant rumbling of explosions courtesy of a certain devil horned woman. Nevertheless, a few remained and rather than uttering their locations verbally, Clover would tug at Anastasia's sleeve to get her attention before pointing to their directions around the mall. Two from the south, one from the North and lastly two more right at the bottom of the staircase. Just when she thought that was all, however, Clover would pause, her eyes glued onto the stained patterns as a sixth and final dot finally appeared. This one seemed different... At least it was a gut feeling that it did however for now it didn't seem to be approaching, instead standing and waiting as if the system wanted the trio to clear out the wave first. "T-there's one more... Behind the McDonald's. But it isn't approaching." Anastasia Kozlov Ella Moore wicker[attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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19
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She/Her
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Straight
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Demolitionist
UNSORTED
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Aug 21, 2022 21:01:33 GMT
Post by Ella Moore on Aug 21, 2022 21:01:33 GMT
Friendly fire enabled "See? No reason to be scared of some clothes and mannequins." Ella blurted out as another explosion took out the two mannequins at the base of the escalator. Her eyes scanned the ground floor, finding it littered with ruined clothing, rubble, destroyed mannequin parts, and smoke: a dramatic scenery had it been real people and not just.. plastic laying waste to her explosives. "Ok, come on pussies, we gotta leave." She exclaimed, pushing herself over the barricade at the top of the escalator and making her way down with a disapproving grunt at all the litter that made her parh down all the harder. Jumping down from the last step that wasn't ruined from her explosion, Ella looked around once more in a sudden paranoia to-as suspected- see some stragglers remaining. "We gotta beat them all to like, get a message to leave? Yeah? Come down here already, it's just three of them." Ella picked up an arm belonging to a random mannequin, holding it with two hands akin to a bat and watched the trio of plastic make their way to her from their previous "hiding" spots. Well, in truth they probably spawned last, but that was needless detail. [googlefont=Alegreya Sans SC:400] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:9px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Aug 21, 2022 22:10:03 GMT
Post by Earth-chan on Aug 21, 2022 22:10:03 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","landbor2"] [attr="class","landimgbg2"] [attr="class","landimage2"] [attr="class","landbod2"] [break] NOTIFICATION [break][break] — WELCOME TO THE BOSS STAGE — [break][break] Mannequins lay littered across the floor, tables and shelves strewn across the lower level of the shopping mall with clothes and mannequin parts stored inside of them. It felt like they were going to spring up any second, or the clothes would once more unravel and flutter over to their throats, choking the life out of the trio. [break][break] But it remained lifeless, just the dull glow of a supposed 'boss stage' looking above their heads, the notification slowly starting to fade. Eventually, when the notification pop up vanished, a satisfying 'ding!' would chime through the mall. [break][break] "This is a customer service announcement. Can A̴͓̐ń̶͍a̷̙͒s̷̜̓t̶̼͌a̷̫͆ș̸͐i̴̺͗a̵̼̋, C̶̞̅l̵̙̉o̸̭͐ṽ̴̥e̵̥͝r̴̞͝ and E̸̅ͅl̸̘̈́l̸͕͐a̶̫͒ please give up their lives for the system. Thank you."[break][break] 'DING!' [break] Something stirred from the back, bursting out from around the corner with inhumane speed, its legs scuttling along the floor like an arachnid. It was something out of a nightmare, hard to tell if it was mechanical or made of flesh...[break][break]  [break][break] It made no sound, but its many eyes on its many faces darted about individually, the static expression only changing when the face itself was pulled apart by its many hands. The size of a large cow, the mannequin spider started hurrying towards them, its body snapping into various positions and easily moving out of the way of projectiles. it was unknown what it was capable of, but being the boss, it can't be great. [googlefont=Poppins] [googlefont=Nunito] [newclass=".landbor2"] width: 450px; height: 100%; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; overflow: auto; background-image:URL(https://images2.imgbox.com/b3/f4/0gF1p8K1_o.png); background-size: 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2"] width: 370px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: #fff; margin: 20px; overflow: auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".landtag2] font-family: 'Nunito', sans-serif; font-size: 9px; color: #fff; line-height: 10px; padding: 9px; float: right; margin: 20px; border:solid 1px #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimage2] width:100px; height: 100px; margin: auto; border-radius: 100%; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimgbg2] width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100%; margin: auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #0c364c; border-left: 2px solid #7fd8fe; border-bottom: 2px solid #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 b"] color: #65adc8; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 i"] color: #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar"] width:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"] background:#7fd8fe;border:0px[/newclass] |
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Sixteen
PRONOUNS
She | Her
SEXUALITY
Demisexual
CLASS
Night Queen
UNSORTED
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Aug 22, 2022 17:20:48 GMT
Post by Anastasia Kozlov on Aug 22, 2022 17:20:48 GMT
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It didn’t seem like Anastasia’s words had an impact on the young priestess’ mental state although she still somehow reacted to the scarred teen’s words and scouted for enemies again. At least she had enough sense to listen to Anastasia even though Clover seemed to be on the brink of a mental breakdown. Ella’s crass words interrupted the duo’s gentle moment as the bully chided them on taking a smart approach and attempting to create a barricade to limit the surge of enemies. The horned woman’s words only served to infuriate the scarred teen; not everybody could casually throw around explosions and stay out of harms way! God, she really wanted to put this bully in her place but now wasn’t the time especially with the priestess falling apart…Anastasia owed it to Clover to not react to every nonsensical statement the devil spoke to her.
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“Um…you can just stay up here, we can handle the rest.” She reassured Clover contradicting Ella’s callous and frivolous statements. Anastasia could definitely handle a couple of mannequins; the one she fought went down relatively easily. Anastasia walked down the escalator following behind Ella. Apparently, fate had more in store for the unlikely trio as the mall’s intercom came to life for the first time throughout the event. It was very ominous, and Anastasia felt a shiver creep down her spine. What was this ‘system’ going to throw at them now- OH GOD WHAT WAS THAT!?
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Something sped towards them on multiple limbs, and it looked like something ripped straight out of a horror story. It looked like a sick twisted amalgamation of a spider and mannequin with multiple limbs and heads jutting out in every direction. C-could they really fight that? Anastasia looked back towards the escalator briefly debating on climbing back up it and hiding away from this horrid monster…but she knew that their flimsy barricade wouldn’t stop that beast. It looked like it could easily scale the sides judging by its erratic and agile movements.
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“I-I-I….I c-can distract it for a bi-bit…I hope.” Anastasia spoke with a quivering voice, and she had to actively stop her arms from trembling. She hoped that the horned devil read between the context of her words and started to deal with the lingering mannequins; Anastasia didn’t think she could speak more than a few words with this horrid thing staring them down. She took a hesitant step towards the creature and then another one.
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“K….k-keep your e-eyes on me…” Anastasia practically whimpered out in an effort to try to psyche herself up, but it was nigh impossible with this abomination staring her down. As soon as the boss monster was near Anastasia darkness sprung to life and encased her hands in jagged claws once again. The darkness seemed to have a mind of its own; twisting and throbbing with intent. She leapt towards the boss attempting to stay on the outskirts of its body and aimed a claw towards one of its myriad of legs. If they could just immobilize this thing it wouldn’t be nearly as difficult to fight…or frightening.
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17
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Pansexual
CLASS
Oracle
UNSORTED
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Aug 22, 2022 20:26:12 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 22, 2022 20:26:12 GMT
Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS Clover would hear Anastasia's words, nodding in understanding before pressing her forehead down to the top of her knees, softly sniffling whilst she continued to try to control her breathing. This was all just far too much for her and yet amidst all of the chaos, the service announcement would work wonders to amplify her fear and funnel her attention back to the system putting them through all of this. Though she couldn't yet see the spider like boss creature that had started to move on the ground floor below her, she could still hear how hastily it was moving as well as the words of Anastasia below. Her first thought was to run, to sprint away as far as she could from this dreaded place yet her legs remained paralysed, violently shaking and unable to move no matter how much she willed for her body to stand up and flee. Fortunately, Clover was up behind the barricade, pretty hidden from the boss for now yet this wouldn't change the fact that she didn't want to leave Anastasia all by herself. The girl seemed nice enough, even trying to comfort Clover and now saying she would face that loud creature all by herself?! But what could Clover even do? She was weak and pathetic, cowering away whilst the duo did the majority of the fighting. Ping An alert would ring out inside of her mind and as the girl slowly opened her eyes, her focus would once more jump ship from the boss monster to the familiar blue hue of the system menu popping up. Did she level up..? What did that even mean? Out of three options, her class would inform her what her choices could lead to and without much thought, Clover would reach for the third before allocating her stats over to her MAGI, whatever that meant. She was given a ring? Well it certainly wasn't time to read what it did. With a deep breath and gritted teeth, the nun would herself forward, slowly crawling along the floor to peak down at what was going on. It was only that that she would watch in horror as the scar faced girl decided to not only catch the attention of the creature but also to run up to it, ready to face it head on in combat. She had to be crazy right? No, she appeared somewhat scared yet the prison jumpsuit was starting to make a lot more sense. [attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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19
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Straight
CLASS
Demolitionist
UNSORTED
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Aug 23, 2022 21:41:40 GMT
Post by Ella Moore on Aug 23, 2022 21:41:40 GMT
Friendly fire enabled "Holy fuck.." Her crimson eyes widening, Ella could not help but stare at the crushed ball of limbs in a mix of awe and anger. Awe that such a thing could exist- giving credit to whatever created that thing, anger that it was going to be a challenge to fight against. In fact, the creature was so eye-catching Ella had to consciously refocus on the mannequins in front of her and feel a fist skim the side of her head- what would've initially been a mean punch to the eye. She retaliated with a slam of her bat-arm onto the mannequin's head, knocking it clean off it's shoulders and pushing it to the floor. She let the mannequins come to her again, luring them to hit to gain the quick chance to hit back- a one, two swing combo knocked the mannequins down though in both paranoia and cheeky contrast Ella dismembered the two mannequins to make sure they were properly dead. -5 EXP (2x)Well, how do you deal with something fast when you needed to wait for something to detonate? Looking back up, Ella saw the nun staring down at the fight - inconsiderate to the fact she was also ready to piss a river in fear- and grumbled. "Any plans, spectator? You should be worried about what I will do when I kill this thing without your help." Feed the fear, it was a great motivator under the right circumstances. Who knew, anyways, perhaps if they died they could just respawn and try again. Not that Ella was willing to test that theory for the sake of motivating someone to help. [googlefont=Alegreya Sans SC:400] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:9px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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AGE
Sixteen
PRONOUNS
She | Her
SEXUALITY
Demisexual
CLASS
Night Queen
UNSORTED
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Aug 24, 2022 21:01:00 GMT
Post by Anastasia Kozlov on Aug 24, 2022 21:01:00 GMT
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Anastasia had to actively ignore the threats one of her ‘teammates’ was giving to another and focus on the monstrous threat before her. The slight slip in attention costed her greatly though. The mannequin’s limbs blurred and struck Anastasia squarely on the side; sending her flying to the side and into a destroyed storefront. Pain blossomed from her left arm and the claws of darkness dissipated as Anastasia struggled to recoup her breath. S-she could barely see that creature move even if she was a bit distracted! On the bright side her arm wasn’t broken but the attack still hurt like hell.
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The scarred prisoner pushed herself up from the wreckage created by the boss flinging her into the destroyed windowfront; luckily a fallen shelf had caught her descent. She suppressed a hiss of pain as her body already felt like one giant lump of bruises and she remembered that there was an enemy out there probably tearing through her teammates. Anastasia quickened her pace and the broken pieces of glass crunched underneath her feet as she neared the broken window she was cleanly knocked through. She needed more power if she wanted to defeat the horrific enemy before her…she needed the Power of the Night! Instantly, red lights started to emerge from out of the storefront; covering Anastasia in a glowing hue of red intermixed with dark wisps emerging from the shadows.
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This glowing aura of red and black started to span over her surroundings, reaching out to cover the mannequin boss that started to approach the demented bomber Ella. As soon as the jagged aura of red lights and lingering black wisps covered the mannequin boss it snapped its head back towards Anastasia. The scarred teen felt energy flowing throughout her slim physique and people with a keen eye, or those who were close like Ella, could notice small microcracks beginning to emerge over the myriad of limbs the boss had.
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Anastasia was about to charge towards the boss, but she could barely take a few steps towards it before the spider-mannequin erupted in a blitz towards the teen that was slowly draining its health. Shocked and still fearful of the boss, Anastasia placed her guard up and tried to maneuver further away from any storefronts the boss could punt her through again. She was full of trepidation, the arachnid mannequin showed her how bad of a idea it was to get within melee range of something far faster than yourself.
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17
PRONOUNS
She/Her
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Pansexual
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Oracle
UNSORTED
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Aug 24, 2022 22:38:43 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 24, 2022 22:38:43 GMT
Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS The second that Clover heard Ella's voice, she would feel a chill run down from her neck and across her spine, her attention only focusing on the boss rather than the woman threatening her simply because it had managed to not only get a hit in on Anastasia but also to send her flying back into a storefront. Frankly, the situation was looking quite dire and with her now being threatened to get involved, Clover's trembling hands slowly lifted, one reaching out to grip onto the metal of the fence barring her off from falling down easily whilst the other moved to her mouth, allowing the nun to bite down on her nails as a anxious reflex. What to do... What to do... If she remembered correctly, the devil's bombs could likely do quite a bit of damage to the creature below but with how fast it was moving and the delay of them, how could they ever even hit. Moreover, Clover wasn't so sure that Anastasia could actually last long by herself. But with her own leg's refusing to obey orders, how could she guarantee she wouldn't just trip and die the second she faced the creature below... "Y-your um... Bomb thing..! Throw one then hide!" Clover would shout back at Ella, her eyes still glued onto the creature quickly swerving back towards Anastasia. At this rate, it would reach the girl again and make quick work of her and though Clover couldn't do much damage wise, she could likely still aggravate the creature enough to discourage it from chasing Anastasia momentarily. However... Getting it to leave the range of whatever that ability was currently damaging it would also be bad. 'Lord have mercy and please protect my soul...' Gripping the top of the railing, the blonde haired girl would practically yank herself up with her upper body strength, her legs having all the strength of a piece of jelly as they wobbled and shook, barely letting her stand up right. Then, in an attempt to fool the system from chasing her down, Clover would activate her ring, retaining her appearance however changing the class and level that was displayed. [Class: Con Artist] [Level: 24] With fake confidence, Clover would fire off a shard of glass towards the boss below, hitting the distracted creature square on the top of one of its many heads, specifically the one that seemed as if it was directing the body. With a sudden pause, the mannequin spider would stop its chase of Anastasia, turning around and glaring up at Clover. For now it stood still... As the level that was displayed was likely far too high for a tutorial area. But how long could she fool the system with such a weak attack? At the very least the fake class name was fitting considering her standing and staring the boss down was not her sizing it up but rather the lack of control of her nerves leaving her unable to rationally think of a next move. [attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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AGE
19
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Straight
CLASS
Demolitionist
UNSORTED
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Aug 26, 2022 17:04:14 GMT
Post by Ella Moore on Aug 26, 2022 17:04:14 GMT
Friendly fire enabled "Throw the bomb... and hide!"What a stupid [SYSTEM FILTER] plan. Ella poured her discontent into her brows pushing down on her face while her scarlet eyes stared into the nun's own. Regardless of which, a plan was a plan, and there was no better alternative. Well, until she figured out how to beat the thing on her own. Glass cracked, crystal shattered, and a feint blue-hue outlined the rapidly growing bomb on top of her hand. Ella's expression changed to one of dismay as the prison girl glowered in a light darker than most reds and blacks that lashed out towards the mannequin boss and attach itself like a nail to wood- an "auto-hit" by definition. With the two "connected" via emo energy, Ella's eyes could only shift to confusion as she processed the fact that papercut-thin cracks were beginning to surface the mannequin's many limbs; Damage, the emo energy was damaging it albeit slowly. She stepped back to make sure she was not on the receiving end of the weird attack, and watched as the many boss' head snapped from Ella to the prison girl. Intentions clear, Ella refrained from throwing the bomb there and then knowing it would out-speed the detonation time and even worse- use the bomb against them. Friendly fire was enabled, after all. Instead, she continued to watch as the boss halted quicker than it began towards the prison girl, the reason? The nun. While she had not changed in any way appearance wise, Ella inferred that she must've done something with that class of hers. Seeing her chance, Ella switched hands and lobbed the bomb overhead, arcing it to land near the mannequin boss, and with little to no pause, turned to sprint away to remain unseen- taking cover under the broken escalator considering she was already so close to it anyways. "Hope this [SYSTEM FILTER] works." Clover @maskot | CAN IT DIE PLEASE | CD OFF. [googlefont=Alegreya Sans SC:400] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:9px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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AGE
Sixteen
PRONOUNS
She | Her
SEXUALITY
Demisexual
CLASS
Night Queen
UNSORTED
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Aug 27, 2022 20:11:46 GMT
Post by Anastasia Kozlov on Aug 27, 2022 20:11:46 GMT
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Amidst the horrid creature’s blitz, it stopped momentarily to glance up at the nun that had somehow changed her status and level which earned the duo time to execute their respective attacks. Claws of sharpened darkness formed around Anastasia’s hands once more and she lashed out a devastating strike towards the arachnid mannequin. Her attack made contact with a random leg and a small chunk of the plastic limb was destroyed by her strike although it didn’t completely sever the limb. Immediately after the strike Anastasia tried backpedaling away from the mannequin and hoping that her strike hindered its mobility in some fashion. She needed to get away from that impending explosion too!
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Nonetheless it didn’t seem like her strike impeded the mannequin’s mobility in anyway since the creature merely flipped on its side and started running on one of its healthier limbs. OH SHIT, why didn’t that seem obvious in hindsight!? The duo rapidly moved away from the glowing crystal on the ground and the boss monster struck the scarred prison with a few of its many limbs. It scratched, punched, slapped, and brutalized the death row prisoner all at once with its myriad of arms. Anastasia was easily knocked back a couple of feet, onto the ground, and her broken nose started to freely bleed. Everything hurt so, so much...
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Anastasia was basically curled up onto the ground with her body feeling like a huge pulsating wound. Her red and black life sapping aura was still active and slowly repairing the damage her body sustained however if the two didn’t intervene now the mannequin would continue to wail on the downed teen. The scarred prisoner wasn’t sure if she could survive another onslaught from the agile boss; it attacked so fast and so many times that it was just impossible to block it all properly!
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“G-get it off me!” She tried to shout towards the other two and the girl wasn’t thinking clearly or else she would have stayed quiet to play dead. Anastasia saw that death may be a very likely outcome given that this beast was almost atop of her, and it could easily strike from any location with its myriad of limbs.
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