Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Darth Revan]

((Welcome to Hell Cpl. Cutter. ))

[Six]

((lol, complete with a Daemon and everything!))

((Is getting post done-ish))

[Six]

The Demon roared and moved its chaos sword to parry the vampires attack, this one was quick yes but the Heart of Blood was too. As he parried with the sword blade, he lashed out with his axe again, a sweeping blow that if not dodged may just hack off the legs of the foe.

Drak’Shal felt a weight on his spined tail and twisted it vigorously, attempting to dislodge what had gained a foothold. Once he dealt with the vampire he would turn his attention to the other.
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Skarfang heard the roars and stopped in mid-swing at the Draksar, he turned to Nazshak, who had lost most of his armor. “Oi! Spiky boyz are comin’!”

He stopped fightin’ Zoshonel, grinning madly. He lifted his visor, exposing his brutish green face.
“Hur hur hur! Dat waz good fight.” He went over and thumped Nazshak on the back. “Youz owe me fer shootin’ me. Dibz on Deffkopta! An' wotz left of da fungus beer”

[Gaz]

Doctor Asda walked over and began checking Cutter. If it weren't for the four arms and jet black eyes, she could have passed for human.

"My name is Asda," she said, "you're on a ship called The Cursed Pride, it belongs to Captain Morgan. The ship is landed outside a place called the Galaxy's Edge Space Bar."

Asda was using one set of hands to check Cutter's eyes and the other on some instrumentation.

"I want to see if you have a concussion," Asda said, "tell me how your head feels. Do you feel dizzy? Memory loss? Headache? Nausea? Hear any ringing?"

[Darth Revan]

Parker keeps a hold of the tail as it thrashes him around. With all of the notches in the tail, Parker easily hooks in his feet and pushes himself up as he grips higher on the tail to climb up to the monster's back.

[Chad32]

The beast blocked his attack, and came around for a counterattack. But since he was still in midair from the jump, he brought up an energy shield to block. He was pushed back some distance. <It looks like this one will last more than a few seconds in combat.> He said to himself.

He summoned energy around his sword, and swirled it around to make a drilling motion. With this energy drill, he could make a hole out of the demon's torso. "Block this." He said, and aimed for the center of his chest.

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Zoshonel stopped firing as the Orks seemed to be talking about something. He wasn't sure if they were planning to stop or not.

[Kit Zarris]

Seeing his chance he darts forward, silently leaping from the roof into the air, and then seemingly leaps from several more spots in the air until he is above and behind the demon.  With surprising speed he darts downward plunging a long pronged dagger into the demons back.  Turning on the beasts shoulders he crosses his arms, pulling two knives out in each hand.  He throws them outward, each on glowing red a brief moment before plunging deep into the ground.  He looks down at the armored figure climbing up its back.

"You might want to get ready to move."

Grinning viscously he kicks off its back, twists in the air, and kicks off the air again downward, pulling out two more knives and slashing across the demons neck and right eye before turning and skidding across the ground until his is about 15 feet in front of it.  During the last bit of the attack the dagger lodged between the demons shoulder blades glows and a several strong, glowing cables appear.  They shoot downward and connect to the four in the ground, anchoring the demon to the ground for a moment.

"Now's your chance.."

Assumes a defensive position behind and to the side of the vampire, ready to move if need be.

[Six]

((What the hell!? Thats powerplaying a bit, dont ya think!?))

[Chad32]

(Yeah, you're not actually the one that gets to decide if an attack hits. You say what you plan to do, then the other person responds. Like what I've been doing. I said my Vampire leaped up to slash at its neck, but I let him decide if my attack connected.)

[Six]

((I've been doing that too, you let the other person decide how the blow hits(if it hits) and respond in turn))
((@ Chad, thanks for explaining more, and Zombs is female))

[Chad32]

(My bad. I should know that.)

[Six]

((Nah its K, lots of people make that mistake, all has to do with user names methinks))

[Darth Revan]

((Yeah, not many women are into nasty stuff like that

Zarris, you notice how I didn't have my character just climb up his back and stab his neck? Or shoot through his skull? I first grabbed onto the tail. I let Zombs decide what to do once I did. Then I described that I climbed up to his tail, and let Zombs decide whether or not to try and swat at me with his tail.

When I say "his" I mean the creature.

I know it's not as cool to read when it's like that, but it's fair. This isn't your story, it's an RP.))

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((Hunter, is Mar-Jo going to respond or should I just let Celebrin move on?))

Ossanlin chuckles a bit to himself.  So, Mar would be upset if the daemon took him eh?  <<Perhaps you should look after my soul for me.>>  Ossanlin chuckles grimly.  <<I don't actually mean that, for your information.>>  Ossanlin grins wryly oer at Mar.

Ossanlin sends a private thought-speech directed at the Daemon, surrounding himself in protective energy while building strength if any mental or chronological manipulation is necessary...  <<WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE HERE?>>  Ossanlin attempts to make his thought-speech as powerful and overbearing as he possibly can...perhaps he could unbalance the Daemon a bit, that is if the thing deigned to acknowledge him at all with so many creatures swarming over him.

[Hunter]

((lol i'll get started on the post for Mar-Jo after dinner))