19 posts
Witch of Rain
Played by Harrison
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Post by sanityscontroller on Aug 27, 2016 3:46:33 GMT
It was finally time. The session had gone on long enough. You had been through far too much. Thankfully, you'd forgotten more of it than you cared to remember at this point. It wast time to do what you, as a rain player and native, did best. Chaos and bloodshed.
Your allies were arriving. The first to arrive was DS, with a veritable army of sheep decked out in all manner of equipment. If you hadn't been the subject of what you hoped was his cataclysm, you would've thought he was secretly a muse. As it stood, however, you had to worry. If distracting Cade hadn't counted as the cataclysm, what would?
You weren't sure, and either way, there was only one way to find out. Onward; to the king.
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8 posts
Thief of Hope
Played by Lucy
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Post by dazzling Masquerade on Aug 30, 2016 23:09:02 GMT
You were more than ready to get out of this session and move on to one with new potential lays who wouldn't use their powers on you in obnoxious and unsavory ways... But, as ready as you were, you still made sure to show up to the Battlefield last so that you could make a dramatic entrance.
"Hahh!" you shouted as you dispatched the Dersite soldier with your rapier, saving DS from having his head taken off while trying to protect one of his sheep. You stood and turned to look at your group of coplayers, giving a dazzling smile. "Well, now that I'm here, how about we get this party started?"
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17 posts
Guide of Time
Played by Harry
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Post by eunomiczenith on Sept 10, 2016 21:15:45 GMT
"I couldn't agree more!", you shouted behind Cade, with a determined expression on your face. It was about time you decided to bring the session to an end, and you felt absolutely ready to go. Well, minus one little thing.
"But before we do that, we might want to make sure the odds are in our favor!" You drew on your Law powers. The image of a skull, symbolic of the concept of death, appeared in the air, only to get wrung by the chains of the Word until it was shrunken like a compressed tin can, representing reduced chances of fatalities.
You then proceeded to jump into the fray, bashing grotesquely muscly pawns with your endgame staff, launching some majyyk blasts at the towering rooks, launching entire sets of OhGodColas at the king and at siege cannons, maiming and killing with opportunely placed sentences and rules. At every punctual lawbreaking action followed swift punishment.
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8 posts
Prince of Rhyme
Played by Harrison
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Post by dilatoryshepherd on Sept 14, 2016 2:57:56 GMT
There was already far too much excitement in the battle. You were Rhyme, dammit. Then you realized something. There was a problem. A big problem. The BK was regenerating health faster than anyone was dealing damage. The health vial simply seemed to be unaffected. "Hey aaaassholes. Nobody's hurting it. Any ideas?" You asked, and first the rain player attempted to deliver, any response drowned out by a cacophony of laughter.
Several dupliclones descended upon the King, laughter and bullets raining down upon it. Not even a dent. Nothing. "Shi-i-i-it." You bleated.
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17 posts
Guide of Time
Played by Harry
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Post by eunomiczenith on Sept 16, 2016 3:42:00 GMT
"See, now if I wasn't aware of the fact that it's a critically fucked up idea I almost regret not bringing a gross' worth of like, x50 OhGodColas! But whatever, we need to think of something."
You forbid anyone and anything to come within a 2-meter radius from you, surrounding the area with chains to give yourself the room and time to concentrate. You pulled down the dark hoodie of your Seer of Law outfit and fired off [Negative Aperture], hoping it would let you find the Achilles' talon of the King and the key to victory in the currently impossible battle.
The world came back to your mind in the weird portrait painted by the Word in the shades of likelihood of negative possibilities. Everywhere was pretty jam packed with possibilities of injury or even some death, despite your effort to try and tell the universe not to kill anybody. And then the Black King's health bar violently struck your eyes, represented as if made of impressive blazing dark flames that just kept growing back at full strength like a massive forest fire. No matter how high the damage output of the crazy bombardment of physics-defying rainbow powers that was raining on him, the King stood there, unfazed, his health regenerating too fast, too quickly. But unless you decided to go full kamikaze with a few megatons' worth of explosive cola, there was no way you were beating it by being faster at dealing damage than it was rapid his regen.
... Maybe that was it! Maybe it wasn't a matter of being faster, but of slowing it down. Of course, it all seemed so logic in hindsight. The bar was on fire, it was an issue of too much speed! One quick glance at the bright spot that was DS confirmed your idea's soundness.
"Hey sheephead! Can you slow his regen down?!" you yelled with your hands around your mouth for much-needed extra volume in the roaring mess of the battle.
"you don't think i would haaaave done thaaaat aaaalreaaaady if i could?!", Semotu responded. "i'm aaaa rhyme plaaaayer not a miraaaacle worker, dumbaaaass!"
"Come on, man! You've gotta do something! Throw off the rawest Rhyme you've got straight at his bar, try it, do something! Just fucking try it!", you yelled back, fending off with majyyk any enemies that dared get too close to your little safe zone.
"whaaaat paaaart of 'not aaaa thing i caaaan do' do you not understaaaand!"
"If you didn't get the memo, we either try or we're royally fucked! Just- okay, screw it! You're forbidden from not trying your damndest to slow down his regen!" you snapped. The trademark flower chains appeared around the trolls' shoulders. EZ's own chains that forbid him hurting others with his powers started tightening accordingly.
'oh no. oh fuck no!' DS thought. The chains had appeared on him, and there was no going back. He shuddered, and in a blink his eyes glowed with the symbol of Rhyme. They weren't focused on the BK, however, and the chains were tightening upon him. "I SAAAAID THAAAAT'S NOOOOT AAAAN OOOOPTIOOOON!!!" He bleat-screeched as he activated [Winter is Coming].
'Bingo!'
You knew you had to act fast. You immediately let go of the sentence on DS as his eyes went icy blue with the unleashed fury of The Shade. Your own chains had tightened enough to give you some pretty deep cuts, but there was no time to worry about it. In an instant you uncaptchalogued the Time Machine you had inherited from the now-dead resident Time player, but before you could activate it, you were struck by a massive frost beam to the right arm - your dominant - and fell to the ground as a gargantuan icy storm began laying waste on the area. Ice shards made your eyes bleed, blinding you once more, and raked your skin further. In pain, you reached for the Time Machine with your left hand and gave it a feeble spin.
You had gone maybe one minute back. You heard yourself ask DS to slow down the King's regen. 'Fuck!' Guided by the Word you zoomed towards Cade and grabbed his wrist. You then flew towards one of SC's dupliclones and wrapped your frozen arm around her shoulders. You handed SC the Time Machine. "SPIN IT!" you screamed as you saw DS' eyes of icy death once more. As she complied and spun it forward, you shot one burst of majyyk at the troll, throwing him towards the King in hope of a more direct hit. Then, once more, the world faded to black as you skipped into the future.
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2 posts
Mist of Rhyme?
Played by Harrison
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Post by glacialwatcher on Sept 19, 2016 0:59:28 GMT
The massive influx of uncontrolled Rhyme was exactly what you had been waiting for. You had been watching for so long, but in that moment you knew you had to act. You had been gone for so long, but everything was there. You had attached to DS as best you could when he visited the void, and followed his shiny back to the session. Your cloud managed to gain basic form and made its way to the BK's health bar, wrapping around it, making it colder. Colder. You were an entity made of the fabric of the game, and so was this. The regeneration; that was the problem. You focused on it, drawing the massive and unwieldy avalanche of Shade towards it. Slow. Down. The regeneration. You stayed on it. The health vial froze.
The players arrived moments later. Usually, [Winter is Coming] would have affected a huge area, but your actions had drawn it all to the health bar. The Rain player's surviving dupliclones, realizing that they were still alive, began to assault the Black King. This time, his health began to drop.
Because of your actions no sheep had been brought to harm.
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8 posts
Thief of Hope
Played by Lucy
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Post by dazzling Masquerade on Sept 19, 2016 5:08:18 GMT
You didn't let yourself get too concerned about the final boss's regeneration issue--the game counted you putting on a brave face to reassure your teammates as "defending heart", so you were getting some great bonuses. Plus, it was Sburb; people found their way out of crazy situations all the time. You rolled your eyes when EZ started yelling at DS; what was he trying to accomplish? You grew a bit more concerned when he suddenly started whipping out Law chains on DS; he hadn't gotten permission from two other sessionmates, had he? Wouldn't that hurt him? What was he even doing?
Then there was a storm of ice, and EZ was grabbing you, and getting blood on you, and then the sensation of time travel--
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17 posts
Guide of Time
Played by Harry
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Post by eunomiczenith on Sept 19, 2016 14:42:57 GMT
You emerged from the jump forward in time, arms still wrapped around your sessionmates, writhing in pain over the too many cuts and the frostbite eating at your arm. If anything, you couldn't feel much from it anymore. You collapsed on the floor and uncaptchalogued two bottles of your best healing potion - and one can of spray deodorant that clinked on the iced floor almost comically. You uncorked one of them with some difficulty using your left hand, then doused yourself with it, providing immediate relief against the burning pain, the cyan liquid trickling down your hair and into your eyes before drenching your bloodied God Tier outfit further and making the cuts close - hopefully without scarring. You did not regain your eyesight - the world stayed too cloudy and milky through your eyes - but at this point it didn't really matter. What the potion could not fix was your arm, which was still trapped in three inches of unnaturally cold frost.
You glanced at the Black King with the vision of [Negative Aperture] and immediately noticed: the bar. Where the roaring flames had been, now you could see a coiling cloud of ice, underneath which the fire was reduced to weak, near-defeated embers. A sense of triumphant accomplishment washed over you. "We did it!" you exclaimed in a joy-broken voice, with tears over your blind eyes.
The fight was not over, though, as the sounds of victorious, roaring laughter and of Skaian Siege Engines blasting and enemies snarling reminded you. You decided you were weakened enough that you had to resort to plan B: you extracted your endgame chairkind, a levitating throne with the strongest majyykal artillery you could cram into it, and hopped on.
"WE STILL HAVE A BATTLE TO WIN!" you yelled, almost straining your voice. "CADE, FIND SEMOTU!" you ordered, trying to give some morale and order to the fight. You didn't need to tell Sarah anything: the increasingly crazy laughter spoke for itself and made you grin.
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8 posts
Thief of Hope
Played by Lucy
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Post by dazzling Masquerade on Sept 19, 2016 14:53:28 GMT
You stumbled to get your footing upon emerging from the time warp, watching with--disgust? concern? horror?--as EZ collapsed. He was a mess; he'd probably done more damage to himself with those chains than their enemies or DS's berserk trigger had. "Did what?" you asked, sounding a bit annoyed at being left out of the loop. You didn't know what the purpose of any of that had been--breaking the Law EZ had placed on himself, forcing DS into berserking, time traveling... they were barely even in a different time!
You rolled your eyes and leapt back into the fray, keeping your eyes peeled for DS. You didn't know why EZ wanted you to find him, but it'd be good to at least check up on him after that weird shit.
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8 posts
Prince of Rhyme
Played by Harrison
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Post by dilatoryshepherd on Sept 19, 2016 21:02:09 GMT
You were Rhyme, and you were spent. You watched the swarm of Dupliclones descend upon the BK, watched its health bar begin to actually drop. At that moment, you realized how the nature of Rhyme in the session had been changed - whatever it was that had caused your berserk trigger to be focused on the BK's health bar, it was most certainly not your own.
After a moment you realized something as you looked around from the now snowy and icy floor of the battlefield: all of your sheep were still alive. Still untouched. It must have been them. The sheep had saved you all. "i aaaam the greaaaatest rhyme plaaaayer of aaaall time" you bleated weakly from the ground before passing out.
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17 posts
Guide of Time
Played by Harry
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Post by eunomiczenith on Sept 19, 2016 22:36:31 GMT
The odds were finally in your favor, after that crazy one you had just pulled. You still weren't sure how exactly it had worked, since you were fairly sure even the Rhyme Berserk Trigger wasn't much more than a regular ice storm, from your own Rhyme days. But what mattered? A great chunk of the darkness around you had cleared as the chances of living through this had drastically improved. The BK was really taking some nice hits, mostly from the veritable bombardment of neon-colored reality-warping Rain projectiles SC was delivering. You decided to join her in her frenzy, and started laughing while dropping majyyk blasts and massive amounts of OhGodColas, some even "boosted" with acid. It was a pleasure to hear the skin fizzle.
At some point, you noticed the Black King had managed to grab one of Sarah's dupliclones with his massive hands. "Oh no you don't! You're forbidden from grabbing her!" you shouted, suspending your high-pitched laughter fit. Law's long, dark chains wrapped around the fingers and palm of the Black King and threatened to cut through his carapace and flesh. Eventually, the Black King let go to avoid the worst.
This gave you an idea. You weren't sure if it was going to work, but it was very well worth a shot. You loaded up as much Pluck as you could, and sentenced: "You cannot close your mouth for the next minute!" Chains wrapped tight just below the Black King's chin, ready to suffocate and cut if he didn't open up. Eventually, the chains started cutting through - little rivulets of blood trickled down his neck - and he decided to open up wide, giving you the perfect occasion to drop as many explosive sodas as you could down his gaping maw. He made a sound of pain that reminded you of a whale's cry and stumbled back, trying to avoid getting punished further, but all he managed to do was stumble on the wrecks of a destroyed Skaian Siege Engine and fall on his back with a thunderous THUD. "Yes!"
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19 posts
Witch of Rain
Played by Harrison
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Post by sanityscontroller on Sept 21, 2016 1:43:11 GMT
The BK had fallen, literally. Unfortunately, not figuratively quite yet, but he was already on the way there. Several of your dupliclones began shooting attack after attack at the eyes, the air filled with their cackles. One, however, had a different idea.
This one went right up to the well-frosted vial. It was cold just approaching it. Perfect. That dupliclone, which is to say that iteration of you, believed they could do something absurd: when things are cold, they shatter. Like the vial. You pulled out a classic 'BFG' tier gun and placed it point blank at the red end.
'MUHKRAKK!' was the approximate sound the weapon made as it blew apart the health vial, causing the behemoth's grip on the sceptre to weaken, allowing it to fall helplessly to the ground. Another you went to grab it. There was much rejoicing.
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17 posts
Guide of Time
Played by Harry
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Post by eunomiczenith on Sept 21, 2016 2:13:16 GMT
You watched as Sarah pulled the sweetest, craziest stunt and offed the King in one fell swoop - or well, one fell projectile from a huge gun, aimed at... its allegedly abstract health vial. 'Gotta love Rain players', you thought to yourself as you grinned with enthusiastic smiling eyes. The Black King's dead body shrank as it lost its grip on the scepter that had imbued it with power. The scepter itself became small enough to be held by one of SC's dupliclones.
You tacklehugged her with a howl of "WOOHOO! YOU WERE AMAZING!", leaving the floating throne to levitate. You laughed heartily and kissed her on her cheeks in thankfulness and celebration a few times before you realized you were being observed by the rest of the team - Cade, a pretty feeble Semotu, still recovering from the exertion of the Berserk Trigger, plus a bunch more Sarahs. Plural.
"Ahem!", you said, still smiling, standing up and helping SC do the same. "This session is officially finally OVER!" you shouted in an emphatic, celebrative tone. You grabbed the King's scepter from SC's hands and smashed it against the floor. The battle stopped. The heroes of Skaia had won, and the Black Kingdom was defeated, once and for all.
You took care of implanting the seed of the start of a new universe in Skaia. For the sixth time in your life, a new Genesis Frog emitted its First Croak in front of you, in all its iridescent glory. You watched with your hands wrapped around each other's shoulders, smiling.
You exchanged few words on the platform that hosted the Door. Some of you opened your chat clients for some final chitchat. In the end, you all gathered for one last group hug, with all of the dupliclones involved. Then you opened the door, the luminosity of the End managing to be blinding despite you being already blind. It was over.
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