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[artificidel]

when the day met the night ☀☾ team 10

@exclted @swiftscion @nagaficat @allegreta

Ephidel found that in the nightly hours, when he stalked the night sleepless and the humans laid their bodies and minds to rest, his seemed to drift just the same. It happened slowly. The digits of his body began to respond less. Then the limbs. Then the rest. Until his mind seemed to rise above his frame and warp from it.

Until golden eyes opened to a coliseum of people demanding entertainment. Ephidel glanced around himself; saw others from the monastery with strange weapons in all their hands. What was all this? Were they to play fools for these vermin’s approval? He would not dance this waltz for such a reason, and idly inspected the needle and syringe he found in his grasp. And there, clasped around one finger, he had also been adored with a ring.

This all made little sense, and before he could ponder it further, a large stone door opened on the far wall of the coliseum, and out flew a phoenix shimmering in a rainbow of light. It stretched its wings and cried a mighty shriek before diving headlong at the lot of them.

Violence, was not the first tool in Ephidel’s arsenal, but he knew how to wield all manner of magic and blade, and he wasted no time in using what he had been gifted.

He tucked and rolled out of the way of incoming talons, and readied a stance for the next opening. When the bird swooped in again, he leaped to its back and drove the needle deep. It seemed to have no effect, the bird’s hide thick and battle worn, and so Ephidel broke the needle at the base, sending metal shards deeper into its flesh. The beast howled. It did not seem to take any damage, but an opening had been made.

Ephidel used Slatterslash with the Injector! Roll 1d20+2! 14+2=16! Hit! -0HP

Twin Soul 10/10 HP

Twin Soul receives -1 DEF/RES for 1 turn

The great beast had just as little patience for Ephidel as he had for it, and turned to peak at the flea on its back. A direct hit to his shoulder weakened the strings in his arm, and Ephidel’s grasp released, sending him plummeting to the ground.

Twin Soul countered with Sharp Beak! Roll 1d20! 8! Hit! -1.5HP

Ephidel’s HP 8.5/10

[artificidel]

karma chameleon // team 10

When the delirium fades and introductions with Lady Deirdre are exchanged, Ephidel finds then how the dream melts away into the next. The prestigious gallery of art becomes a lush and expansive field of green. Spiraling towers of rock jut out from the ground, forming a loose circle and the perimeter of their arena. Cliffs hover from above, and the faceless audience looks down from on high with anticipation of the next round of entertainment.

Ephidel inspects himself to see what tools he had been granted for this round, but finds nearly none for offense. Further, he is swathed in the cloth of his superiors. The title of priest he has been working for ascension to has been bestowed upon him, and all the duties it requires. Whatever gods or masters were controlling this realm certainly had a twisted glee in what they were doing. Was this to mock Ephidel’s past failures? Or those yet to be?

It mattered little, as a gust kicked up and blew back robes and thoughts alike. A giant feathered beast descended, flicking out its tongue as if to smell its prey. Game or not, Ephidel had been given a mission, and he always saw his through. He grabbed hold of his staff and held it aloft.

Larcei’s Amaterasu activates! +1HP! Ephidel’s Renewal activates! +2HP!

Ephidel’s HP 8/10

Ephidel casts Physic on Lucina! Roll 1d20! 8! Okay heal! +2HP + 2HP (White Magic Heal+) = +4HP!

Lucina’s HP 8/10

@exclted @swiftscion @nagaficat @allegreta 

[artificidel]

Hands change, partners exchange, and in a whirl of dancing fury Larcei finds herself staring up at... Them.

"You again."

She speaks with a smirk. Larcei doesn't necessarily hate Ephidel, but to say she could tolerate the puppet's presence for long would be a stretch. Another rival, is what she'd call them.

"Let's see if you dance as well as you kill... Dip!!"

[ Dip ] - The sender boldly and dramatically dips the receiver down. Don’t drop them!

They've only just begun, but she finds it fitting to offer a quick test of their limits.

The ball room was a flurry of excitement as rows of attendants lined the floor for a grand dance exchange. With each new verse of the measure, partners were passed along. Dance was still hardly something Ephidel was skilled in, but the predictable nature of this recital at least lent well to the morph's rigid steps.

Ephidel was twirled into the arms of his next partner, their hands meet and fingers intertwin before recognition meets his eyes.

Ah, the little star wielder. He remembers her well.

She had proven quite the capable fighter when first they met, and there is a cordial--and slightly more familiar--curl to his lips in greeting.

But before he can even wish her good tidings, Ephidel is thrown back in her arms. Instinct is faster, and a blade is pulled from his sleeve and pressed to her gut.

When the air stills and he finds he is not being attacked--merely dangling above the ground in her arms--the blade is removed and his eyes crease in fox-like amusement.

Ephidel leans forward, his center of balance easily regained.

"You'll find my skills in killing far more proficient."

[verseandrhyme]

Having been hit by the girl, Larcei started chasing after Miitama. She felt she was gaining on the girl slowly but surely, and she felt she had the stamina to keep it up. Larcei had a water balloon in her right hand, ready to strike at the perfect moment. And there it was. Planting her left foot firmly on the ground, she lobbed the balloon at the fleeing girl. “For the record, I’m not annoyed at you for hitting me or anything!” She shouted, hoping she agreed it was all in fun.

Result: 11

Mitama was not known for her physical prowess by any stretch of the imagination. She had hardly expected the other woman to actually chase after her. Wasn’t everyone running in any which way without any real targets?

It did not take long for Mitama to run out of steam. Napping most of her days away didn’t make one particularly good at running for long bursts of time. When Larcei stumbled upon the girl, she was lying in the sand, attempting to catch her breath, weapon laying harmlessly at her side.

She winced as the balloon burst upon collision, leaving her soaked once more. Mitama huffed a laugh, far more focused on catching her breath. “Yes. Fun. Delightful.”