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May 13, 2014 2:06:31 GMT
Post by GUINEVERE CARTIER on May 13, 2014 2:06:31 GMT
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DATE March 03
TIME 21:03
QUEST OBJECTIVE 'death' of Potential
It was late and it was dark.
Those were the only two things that Guinevere was absolutely certain of. Save for the usual sounds of criminal activity or the occasional tumbleweed, the past few days had proven to be utterly fruitless. Guinevere had been trapped in the slums of the already seedy Gamma Sector for the past three days, and was unwilling to spend another extra minute past the required seventy-two hour mark on this lifeless, tainted ground. The solo mission that General Cartier had readily undertake had been a bust; the feelings of disappointment and failure the uneventfulness of evenings past did not bode well with the woman.
Driven for success, Gwen had conflicting feelings as she began to take her leave. Her mission had been unsuccessful. She had failed. This alone would have been cause enough for the stubborn creature to camp out a day longer. Her pragmatic sense overruled her prideful nature in this instance though, as rationally she should vacate the run-down neighbourhood since all of her searching had lead her no where. Another day would not change her findings, or lack thereof. Destiny did prove to have a sense of humour however, for as Gwen was about to venture back to civilization - if you could even call it that - an unearthly, cool breeze caused the fine hairs to stand up at the back of her neck. Something was off. Although physically the scene itself was just as barren and bleak as it had been for the past several days and nights, the wind carried something with it. It chilled Gwen to the bone.
Inherently drawn to the source of the breeze, the grim reality of the situation hung heavily in the air; the forlorn feeling resonated with Guinevere. Truth be told, General Cartier had volunteered for the task to carry out the opposite of her orders: she wanted the Potential to live. Nothing would bring about revolution like the very individuals that the government tried so hard to obliterate, and Guinevere could not risk another Squadron member or otherwise taking up the mission and mutilating the Potential. Especially because this person had seemed to do nothing wrong… other than carry "unsuitable" genetic information. Guinevere felt for these people. This was government supported, endorsed, and funded genocide.
Despite these honourable intentions, as Gwen began investigating the abandoned bar which appeared to be the source of the breeze, she could not shake the paranoid feeling that shewas the object being hunted.
The building was small but had three stories, each level connected by a set of rickety wooden stairs. Careful not to draw attention to her presence, Guinevere relied on her own sight to lead her and observe the surroundings - her eyes had adjusted to the darkness when the sun had set several hours ago. Other than the eery feeling that clung to every piece of empty furniture, every glass, and every wall of the tavern, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Not a single fleck of dust was out of place - not even where Guinevere was carefully stepping.
Literally being lead by nothing more than a feeling, Guinevere's fingers unconsciously ran across the emerald-embelished hilt of the twin daggers she had currently sheathed in her belt. It was not the Potential she was concerned about, but the other Gamma inhabitance which went 'bump' in the night.
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May 13, 2014 2:34:10 GMT
Post by POWERS THAT BE on May 13, 2014 2:34:10 GMT
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PER CHECK REQUIRED STAT - 05 - 09 PER
PLAYER STAT- 07 PER OUTCOMES - PARTIAL PASS With a PER of 7, Guinevere is able to sense a majority but not all of Yasmin's stats. Not all of Yasmin's abilities may be explained in detail but instead she may only witness what they do as they happen. Yasmin has passed this stat check with a SUCESS, therefore she will be able to sense your stats to a greater degree. SOCIAL CHECK REQUIRED CHANCE - GAMMA SOCIAL + 20
PLAYER STAT- 10 GAMMA SOCIAL + 20 (30%)
1-30 = success 31-100 = failure
GENERATE - 76
OUTCOMES - FAILURE Guinevere will not recognize Yasmin. There is no negative consequences for not meeting this stat check. Additionally, Yasmin has passed this stat check and will recognize you. What this means is unknown currently. AFFINITY CHECK REQUIRED STAT - 01 THUNDER OR FIRE
PLAYER STAT- 00 AFFINITY
OUTCOMES - FAILURE Your character is not stronger or weaker against Yasmin as they have failed this stat check. There is no negative or positive consequences for not meeting this stat check. |
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May 13, 2014 2:37:59 GMT
Post by POWERS THAT BE on May 13, 2014 2:37:59 GMT
QUEST THREAD 02 WATER AFFINITY
07 STR 06 DEX
05 CON 06 SPD ?? PER 05 SRC ?? POW ?? RES |
COLD BLOOD Yasmin trembled slightly as she quickly stashed her belongings into her backpack. She didn't have much time, she had spent too long in one place, someone would find her. She didn't want to kill but the last three weeks had been hell for her. No one had given her a choice upon realizing what she was capable of. The strong woman had spent her whole life doing what she was told and now she was sentenced to death. She had been running from building to building since discovering she was a potential, this was her life now. She would run as long as she lived. She slung the backpack over her shoulder, it was then that she heard the doors downstairs open. It was the only exit in the building and someone had entered. Yasmin trembled slightly as a front of cold energy left her body. She needed to control her potential, it was the reason why people kept finding her. She hadn't had time to hone her skills and it had resulted in her running for her life time and time again. She was trained not to kill innocents even if they kept trying to kill her.
The woman let her head drop, a sad look plastered against her face. She didn't want to kill, she just wanted to go back to things before she had discovered this power that ruined her life. It was too late to wish for the impossible. She flexed her right hand, as she closed it her powers solidified. An ICE SPEAR forming within her now closed hand. It was maybe four feet long, a slight crispness rolling off the summoned weapon. Yasmin was on the second floor of the building, there was no point trying to hide, her powers radiated from her in uncontrollable waves. They knew she was here, she just had to get past them and make an escape. She would kill them if she had to, she didn't need her description getting out there. She didn't want to, she hadn't yet. She would if she had to.
Her combat boot collided with the door, a large bang radiating through the abandoned bar. It was show time. She had once done anything asked of her and now she would do anything to escape the life that had ruined everything. She twirled the spear next to her as she stepped out into the hallway. Yasmin was not the woman she once was, she once hated Potentials just like she was suppose to. No one ever told her she would become one. She stopped walking, they would greet her. They always did. She stood in the second floor hallway with her eyes glued to the stairway. Another cold front radiated off her body causing Yasmin to tremble.
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May 14, 2014 0:45:11 GMT
Post by GUINEVERE CARTIER on May 14, 2014 0:45:11 GMT
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It did not take much searching for Guinevere to find in a few short minutes what she had spent the past three days looking for. Apparently even Potentials enjoyed visiting the local pub for a pint to help de-stress after a long day. In Guinevere's experience, alcohol was only served in functioning establishments. Not like the rickety old building that she found herself exploring - the bar's heyday had long since passed. If the damned structure was located in any other sector, the building would have been condemned.
Her internal musing was cut short as she heard stomping coming from one of the floors above, confirming her belief that she had indeed come to the right place. Her intuition had not failed her. Yet.
A burst of cold flew through the building, causing Guinevere to shiver. The feeling was similar to the one the breeze had carried outside. Heeding the warnings Gwen assumed the Potential was radiating, the General cautiously made her way up the stairs, each step squeaking slightly under her weight. Like the rest of the bar, even the steps seemed like they had not been used in a very, very, very long time.
Guinevere cringed slightly at her less-than-subtle approach. She did not want to sneak up on whoever - or whatever - was waiting for her on the next level, but she did not want to draw such attention to herself, either. At least they were on equal footing, figuratively of course, because they were both well aware of each other's presence. There was no pretence or treachery behind Guinevere's reason for being here, and hopefully her honesty and entrance would work in her favour as well.
As Gwen reached the second story as another cold blast reverberated through the building. Another woman was waiting for her near the top of the stairs, her brown eyes as cool and hard as the weapon she bore in her hand. The spear glistened in the dim moonlight that trickled through the cracks in the walls and slipped through the boarded-up windows. It was made of ice.
That explains the wintery cold. Gwen mused to herself, eyeing the woman and the spear prudently. This other woman - the Potential - did not seem armed, save for the ice spear.
Ice spear.
That terrified Guinevere. She could make things out of ice, who new what else the Potential would be able to conjure? Her hands flexed instinctively, curving around the hilts of her beloved daggers before loosening her grasp. She would not use her dear friends, at least not yet. Guinevere was seasoned enough to know better than to run blind into the unknown. She opened her hands and locked eyes with the woman while raising her arms up and showing the Potential her bare palms. Guinevere could fight a lot of things, but she was not well versed in magical combat. A skill - admittedly - she was lacking.
"I apologize for intruding." Guinevere said politely. Her voice held its usual tone: formal and unwavering.
Standing unarmed before the Potential, Guinevere felt completely naked. She had nothing up her sleeve, both literally and figuratively, and was relying on her gamble to work: the reports did not claim that the brunette woman had harmed anyone, and Gwen was banking on this fact. Hopefully this encounter would not taint the woman's chaste record, either.
This was a new position for the General, not being in power or control. Guinevere did not like it. Not one bit. She could not even pretend in this instance. Her time as a student in the genetics research facility had taught her that much. These Potentials had true power, and could inflict their wrath upon anyone at anytime; sometimes even without showing signs of strain. If nothing else, Guinevere had the sense to acknowledge that she was out of her league.
If she was going to die today, at least it was not going to be at the mercy of the government. That was a small miracle in itself. Not the Guinevere had a death wish, so she added sincerely, "I am not here to harm you. I give you my word." Whether the Potential believed Gwen or not was another gamble the General was taking. Practically the entire Biome wanted the Potentials murdered. What were her words against the beliefs and desires of a planet? For her own sake, she prayed they were worth something more than a spear to the face.
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May 14, 2014 20:06:13 GMT
Post by POWERS THAT BE on May 14, 2014 20:06:13 GMT
QUEST THREAD 02 WATER AFFINITY
09 STR 08 DEX
05 CON 09 SPD ?? PER 05 SRC ?? POW ?? RES |
COLD BLOOD The woman walked up the stairs, the loud sounds causing Yasmin to flinch as every step made her nervous. She felt stupid for staying in one place so long, her power was not yet in her control. The cold fronts she released she had no control over, like a frozen beacon she called to anyone who was looking for her. She gripped the ice spear with a ferocity that caused her knuckles to go white. The cold didn't phase the woman, she was one with her winter's heart. She could not pretend to be the woman she once was. The woman finished walking up the stairs to face her. Yasmin saw her hands motion in a gesture of peace. In response Yasmin threw the spear, she was not aiming to kill yet. The spear zoomed by the other woman's head and lodged itself into the wooden wall next to her. Yasmin took a couple steps backward.
As she walked backward she recognized the woman. Squadron eleven - she held some kind of leadership. Within her now empty hands a pair of ICE DAGGERS formed. She wasted no time in throwing them as they were replaced with another pair. This woman before her was a threat, no matter what Yasmin did she was in danger. She could not recall what squadron eleven was charged with but it didn't matter, every squadron member was trained to kill. They were trained to hate people like herself. "If you value your life, move out of my way or draw a weapon so I may strike you down" Even if she had turned her back on everything she once put her faith into, she was still the honourable person she always was. She would not kill someone who did not try and fight her. She was not the monster everyone thought she was.
Yasmin would not die today.
With that though she spoke in a tone that invoked her power. "FROZEN VEINS". The chill that Yasmin was once emitted amplified into a constant stream of cold. Frost started to cover the woman's arms, her eyes seemed to go pure white as her iris seemed to be bleached away. Although not monstrous she oozed power. The frost covered up to her biceps as her body took advantage of the power that she had granted herself. This woman was nothing to her. She threw one of her daggers, this time getting dangerously close to the woman before her. The next time she threw a weapon... it would not be a warning shot. OOC UNKNOWN ABILITY - adept, offensive
Yasmin is able to manipulate and create ice. This manifests in the form of icicles that are variable in length. She is able to use this ability offensively. Anyone struck with an ice spear suffers an unknown modifier. Cool down of 0 posts.
FROZEN VEINS - adept, defensive, passive
Yasmin has the ability to encase her body in a a frost like armour that can cover any two body parts at a given time. The frost grants the user +2 to STR, DEX and x1.5 to SPD as well as unknown modifiers to PER, POW and RES.
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May 16, 2014 23:01:56 GMT
Post by GUINEVERE CARTIER on May 16, 2014 23:01:56 GMT
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If it was not a Potential standing in the doorway, the blonde would have smirked. Guinevere might have even enjoyed the encounter: inflicting wrath and justice upon those deserving of it was always satisfying. Alas, the woman wielding the ice-formed weapons was neither mundane nor deserving. Guinevere's face was still intact. She had not been impaled. This encounter was off to a good start.
The spear flung in Guinevere's direction was a warning shot, no doubt. The icy-weapon was wedged firmly into the walls of the shady establishment, not even wobbling slightly. The spear was hard and the woman's arm was strong. If the Potential was not already powerful, her gift might also give her extra might and accuracy. She seemed like a noble woman though, offering Guinevere an escape before the obvious threat.
Guinevere did not budge.
Although the other woman chanted 'frozen veins' - whatever that meant - the words had an opposite effect on Guinevere. Adrenaline surged throughout her body, blood flowing freely through her arteries and veins. Her arms were still raised, still offering peace, but the storm was looming between the woman. The dagger the Potential conjured both excited and frightened Guinevere for the same reasons. It was raw, elemental control at your fingertips. Indeed, the brunette appeared to be able to conjure her weapons at will. She would be a deadly opponent. Or ally.
"I am not like the others." Guinevere attempted once more, slowly lowering her arms. Cautiously, she unsheathed her own daggers and placed them on the ground before her while maintaining a keen eye on the ice queen. Her voice was calm despite the sharped blades - or should they be referred to as icicles - flashed by her face. Conceal, don't feel.
"You could kill me." That was an undoubted fact. Both woman knew that, surely. Guinevere would put up one hell of a fight, but in the end it would not matter. A mere human could not defeat someone would could control the elements, at least not alone. Her sabre still hung dutifully by her hip, ready for action if she were reduced to violence.
Guinevere had no intention of dying today. She voiced her thoughts and sole intention of her quest. It was bold; blunt and honest. "I want you as my ally."
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May 16, 2014 23:29:46 GMT
Post by POWERS THAT BE on May 16, 2014 23:29:46 GMT
QUEST THREAD 02 WATER AFFINITY
09 STR 08 DEX
05 CON 09 SPD ?? PER 05 SRC ?? POW ?? RES |
COLD BLOOD Yasmin radiated raw power. She had trained for years and this was her reward. The frost grew around her forearms, the cold not stinging as it should have. She had become something she could no longer fathom. She was stronger than humanly possible. The woman before her put down two daggers, Yasmin didn't care what the woman did as long as she moved out of her way. She still held one of her daggers, she wasted no time in whipping the throwable weapon towards her 'ally'. She was stronger, the dagger leaving her hands with a strength she never would have been able to muster before. Her frosted hands left a tendril of falling snow, the woman before her was combat trained. She was still a threat. Her empty hands lunged forward, If she didn't dodge the throwing knife she was done for.
Her hands clasped around another frozen weapon, the woman needed to get out of her way. Yasmin was already guilty of being a Potential, she didn't need to add more blood to her record. The ICE CLUB came barreling downwards towards her opponent. If she wanted an ally so badly maybe she should have come with friends. Yasmin's white eyes flickered as the frost on her forearms continued to grow. Her blue veins the only colour popping from the white crystalline structures that granted her power. This squadron member was not the first to come across her and she figured she would not be the last.
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May 17, 2014 1:28:55 GMT
Post by GUINEVERE CARTIER on May 17, 2014 1:28:55 GMT
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Guinevere clenched her teeth. All conflict seemed to resort to violence these days, especially within this sector. Guinevere was not surprised but disappointed. She had expected the Potential to be different; more understanding given the unique circumstance she was presenting it with. It did not seem to matter now, lines had been drawn.
Ice, and snow, and frost seemed to grow around the woman, making a crystalline structure around her entire body. Even her eyes turned white. Guinevere doubted this rendered the woman blind - she still threw with incredible accuracy. With a nimble duck, Guinevere was able to dodge the sure-fired dagger before she saw the the other woman charge. The cold didn't seem to bother her, anyway.
Wielding yet another weapon - a club this time - Guinevere took a five-foot step back and drew her own blade: the sabre. Even the sword's hilt was cool to the touch, the Potential making everything in the room cold. The floor did not seem icy yet, the frost and ice crystals being restricted to the human form. It would be easier to parry without slipping and sliding on the rotting floors. Guinevere was unyielding and stood her ground. She kept her eyes on the Potential, taking a defensive stance and preparing for the first blow. The club came down with thundering power, but Guinevere was able to block the attack.
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May 17, 2014 1:58:35 GMT
Post by POWERS THAT BE on May 17, 2014 1:58:35 GMT
QUEST THREAD 02 WATER AFFINITY
09 STR 08 DEX
05 CON 09 SPD ?? PER 05 SRC ?? POW ?? RES |
COLD BLOOD The loud sound of the frozen weapon colliding with the metal had a nice ring to it. A small smile playing on the Potential's lips, apparently she didn't want to be her ally as badly as she claimed if she was so ready to draw her weapon. The woman let out a low grumbling sound as she continued to push downward with the club. She could feel the metal beneath her wrath. Yasmin could easily tell the woman was outclassed, she was nothing compared to the power of ice. This curse apparently came with a hellish blessing of being fucking unstoppable in the face of humans. A grunt released from her abdomen as she seemed to use her strength to throw the woman aside. It would not harm the woman, just get her out of the way. Yasmin didn't waste a moment as she threw the club with brute force at her opponent.
Show time.
Yasmin threw a punch with a frost covered fist at the woman. With a world of weapons at her disposal there was nothing like good old fisticuffs to throw off her enemies. Yasmin was in a primal state of rage, her eyes unblinking in a fury of cold. Her teeth released a snarl, she put her whole body into the attack. It was a mix of a frozen punch meets a body slam. When she was younger she remembered growing up in the delta sector and playing a ball game that required the body checking of her opponents. The though flickered across her mind. Oh how far she had come. She was next to unstoppable. The frost was continuing to grow, it covered her arms in blanket of power. She was strong and this woman was no different. "I told you to move."
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May 17, 2014 2:32:08 GMT
Post by GUINEVERE CARTIER on May 17, 2014 2:32:08 GMT
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The clashing of metal against metal was far more satisfying than the sound of metal against ice. This time, Guinevere groaned aloud. The sheer force of the woman's weapon coming down upon her was enough to knock the General aside. That had never happened before. The raw power the Potential radiated was almost overwhelming.
The hard look in Guinevere's eyes came just in time for her the other woman's ice fist to collide with her face. Cold, debilitating pain radiated from the area of contact. She did not groan aloud again. The single punch was just the beginning of a rapid onslaught: a flurry of hooks, uppercuts, and checks came following after the icy fist. Each swing yielded more power and cold than the last, and at best Guinevere was only able to block half of the attacks.
She was getting the shit kicked out of her.
Her body felt bloody, and bruised, and cold. But Guinevere refused to succumb to the numbness that the ice brought. She was frustrated. Reaching her tipping point, the calm General Cartier composure shattered. The woman released her own guttural cry and attempted her own counter attack, "You didn't have to do this!" Her body and pride were wounded, the latter more important than the former, but Guinevere continued with her tired retaliation. Her resolve remained concrete even as her stamina was fading. Even at her weakest, Gwen refused to beg for anything: alliance, mercy, or death.
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May 19, 2014 16:09:51 GMT
Post by POWERS THAT BE on May 19, 2014 16:09:51 GMT
QUEST THREAD | AWAKENING CHECK REQUIRED CHANCE - 12%
1-12 = success 13-100 = failure
GENERATE - 98
OUTCOMES - FAILURE Guinevere is under extreme stress, her environment screaming at the woman as Yasmin's fist collides with her body. Although her intentions were originally pure she feels something well up inside of her being for just a moment - something she has been taught is anything but pure. It feels like raw power surging through her veins, she feels stronger, feels the possibilities before her muscular frame. The moment is gone as pain is once again the most overwhelming thing she feels from her attacker. It was just a moment but it is all Guinevere needed to know this fight is far from over. She is aware of her situation with the potential but a soft purring within her causes Yasmin to stop her brutal attacks. Guinevere will be aware of this moment of power but won't be able to draw on the pool of magic she knows is somewhere within her. OUTCOME CHECK YASMIN - BR 5 GUINEVERE BR 3
MODIFIERS= -1 BR GUINEVERE WOUNDED
1-5 = yasmin success 6-7 = guinevere success
GENERATE - 5
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May 19, 2014 16:32:22 GMT
Post by POWERS THAT BE on May 19, 2014 16:32:22 GMT
QUEST THREAD 02 WATER AFFINITY
09 STR 08 DEX
05 CON 09 SPD ?? PER 05 SRC ?? POW ?? RES |
COLD BLOOD Yasmin’s attack met her mark as she felt the force of pummeling the woman shoot up her arms. She continued her onslaught, the frost covering her arms slowly starting to form on her opponents body. The frost started to form in crystalline patterns as the full effect of her magic started to take effect. The cold would seep into the other woman’s body, it would make her weaker in every physical way. [SEE OOC FOR EFFECT] Yasmin knew she would win, the cry of the woman setting her victory in stone. It was as she cried out Yasmin felt something from the woman. A slight surge of power than made her pause. Something that wasn't there before. With one last punch she jumped backward, looking at her frost covered body. The power was gone but Yasmin was sure she had felt it. This woman was a squadron member but there was something else there. Yasmin did not want the mark of death to be added to her acts of treason. This woman had once been like her, she simply did what she was told to do. This woman was guilty of keeping her head down and surviving. Even if she had claimed to want to save her Yasmin didn't need help.
With a slight frown on the ferocious potentials face she bowed her head towards the clearly wounded opponent. She slung her backpack off of her back, after a couple moments of rummaging she pulled out what she needed. Yasmin set down a large bottle of rum as well as various medical supplies. In a hurry she zipped up her backpack and threw it over her shoulder. The frost on Yasmin's body was starting to fade as her iris's appeared in their hazel glory once more. She had won, that much was clear. Maybe it was because of Yasmin's old life that she had spared the woman but either way - Yasmin would be free until someone else found her. She started to walk away from the woman, not daring to look back. She had left the alcohol and bandages for the woman, she needed them more than Yasmin did. With that thought she took off in a run. The wind blowing by her as she ran, the wooden building would not house her any longer. She still resonated cold but it didn't matter. She would fight whoever tried to catch her, she would always win.
[Yasmin exit]
OOC UNKNOWN ABILITY - adept, offensive
Yasmin is able to manipulate and create ice. This manifests in the form of icicles that are variable in length. She is able to use this ability offensively. Anyone struck with an ice spear suffers an unknown modifier. Cool down of 0 posts.
FROZEN VEINS - adept, defensive, passive
Yasmin has the ability to encase her body in a frost like armor that can cover any two body parts at a given time. The frost grants the user +2 to STR, DEX and x1.5 to SPD as well as unknown modifiers to PER, POW and RES. Upon contact with an enemy a thin layer of frost will cause them to have a modifier of -1 applied to all of their physical stats causing them to grow weaker every other post as long as the frost remains on their body. If their CON reaches 0, that character has a 50% chance of death that must be checked before every one of their posts. The frost and modifiers will vanish once Yasmin or the opponent leaves the thread.
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May 20, 2014 21:04:13 GMT
Post by GUINEVERE CARTIER on May 20, 2014 21:04:13 GMT
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Guinevere felt herself growing weaker with each passing second. Her already-strained and sloppy parry was becoming more sloppy and less calculated. Her own attacks were feeble, at best. But still, Guinevere kept swinging. She would go down fighting, with as much pride as such an outclassed slaughtering could give her. Her eyelids were becoming heavy and she felt cold. So cold. On the verge of unconsciousness, the General fought against the blackness as a sudden surge of power coursed through her entire body. It seemed to come from deep within her, emerging to give her strength as she was faced with her breaking point. It was a warm sensation - like the bright sun shining upon your skin for the first time following a harsh winter. Guinevere welcomed the power, and for the briefest of moments, she was able to hold her own against the other woman.
Just as quickly as the feeling came, it flowed out of Guinevere's body. The blonde felt weak once more. Her arms felt limp and heavy. The moment of clarity had vanished and she was having difficulty focusing once more. Her attacker noticed her transient shift in disposition, and that was enough to lessen the assault. In fact, the Potential seemed more startled than Guinevere. Secretly, the General Squadron Eleven was almost grateful for the pause. Almost. As the crystals surrounding the Potential began to recede, the pause became an end. Was this.... was it mercy? Was it fear? Faster than the battle had begun, the Potential haphazardly threw paramedical supplies at Guinevere's feet as she finally darted past the weaker woman and escaped the building.
Once the Potential left the room, Guinevere crawled back against the closest wall and slowly fell to the ground. She was still cold from the fight, but she was no longer numb. The ephemeral power she had experienced helped keep tepid, at least. She allowed herself a painful groan as she began tending to her battered and bruised body, her mind focusing on what had just occurred rather than her physical status. Yes, she had lost. But she had also gained. There was magic within her, buried deep. The General allowed herself the smallest of smiles, ignoring the scorching pain as she used alcohol to clean her wounds. She was a Potential. Now, she just needed to learn how to access this magic - this inner strength and powerful weapon - and cultivate her skills.
The battle had just begun.
[exit Guinevere]
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May 21, 2014 23:21:36 GMT
Post by POWERS THAT BE on May 21, 2014 23:21:36 GMT
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OUTCOMES This quest has been failed but remains open for any other character to try their luck with. The planning thread has been updated with the plot outcomes or lack thereof. As far as Yasmin is concerned she lives to see another day. The Gamma Sector may acknowledge that Guinevere tried to slay the beast but has been spared because of her combat experience. She has been granted +5, -5 GAMMA SOCIAL for trying this quest as well as 15 POINTS. No information has been released as the Gamma Sector remains largely unchanged by this quest so far.
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