ding-dong ditch (event, closed)

Finding their way onto a sturdy pair of feet proved impossible. Their hands reached out and felt about their surroundings, clawing at the ground in apparent frustration. The intensity of their struggles grew. The tips of their fingers were sanded away, leaving streaks of blood in their wakes. The bones in the fingers broke, found flesh as they felt the backs of the other zombies lying adjacent.

Their bodies opened for the limbs prodding them. Many found themselves partially absorbed, unable to free themselves from their undead brethren. The more they struggled, the more they fought against it, the stronger the pull. Their decaying faces were pressing against the backside of another, legs disappearing into hollowed bellies. It was not long before a limb-spangled sphere of undead bodies groaned into being and immediately began to roll.

It attempted to not only roll into one of the parties present but would either miss its mark or impact one and then proceed to move onto the next with a surprising amount of speed.

Undead Amalgamation: The Rat King
HP: 240 | MP: 112

SPOILER: Click to show

ATK: 12
DEF: 6
AC: 13
HEAL: 5
STAM: 12
Level: 5

MAGIC.

Defense
Attack 1. Hit or miss.
Attack 2. Hit or miss.
Damage received: ??
Conditions: ??

Offense
Standard Action. Magical Attack (AoE)
— Attack Roll: 9koXfoFA + 6
— Condition Roll: roll here
Bonus Action.
— Effect: ??
Potential damage: 24 A.J. Godfrey Cheshire Copeland Ivory Volkov

MP used: 20
MP regenerated: 7

Inventory
Stuff goes here.

"Shit, you right." Her face had contorted with disgust as the fragments of slain zombies began rolling into each other, grabbing and merging their fleshy maggot ridden chunks into a ball. This ball grew larger and larger, every scrap of decay that had been splattered from she and C's combined attacks becoming one. Guess it wouldn't be as easy as she thought--

The amalgam rapidly designed itself, shaping into some obese rat-like thing. And when it finished absorbing all it's counterparts, it shot from it's position and right toward AJ. She grimaced but knew their Leader could withstand it, and she did - her magic holding it in place as it tried to reach her, but failing to do so. Knowing Justice's weakness, she figured the act of telekinetically defending had caused harm regardless of whether or not the horror had touched her. But given their recent jackpot on AJ's heart medicine, she wasn't too worried about that exertion.

When it failed to attack Justice, it came flying toward her next, seemingly being propelled from the force of bouncing off the magical hold which had thwarted it. That it or it was intentional - she couldn't tell. She growled as it flew her way, her arms rising to mark an X across her chest as she funneled magic into them while her hair began to float, an aura of black and purple swiftly exploding around her. It wasn't fun, having something so revolting rising toward you, so she wasn't about to waste time playing nicely with it. It smashed against her, but despite the pain, she'd quickly wash it away by stealing it's energy upon contact, almost simultaneously healing the damage it had caused to her defending arms while inflicting damage back through the same energy which leeched off it.

She had been thrown back, however, higher into the sky from the impact, and it took a moment for her gather steadiness, but by then it was rushing toward C.

A.J. Godfrey & Cheshire Copeland

[I guess technically she hasn't seen Anniken's attack haha, since it happened after all three were attacked? so I didn't mention it specifically. Unless I misread something.. then oops!
Also I just combined the leech attack with the impact of being hit? Dunno if I can do it like that? Seemed like it would be possible though - with the Rat's DEF she'll hit regardless of what is rolled, I think.]

_{Post 2}

SPOILER: Click to show

HP: 220/220 | MP: 96/115
HP - [220-24+38]
MP - [115-25]


ATK: 25 38
DEF: 0
AC: 10
HEAL: 0
STAM: 11
Level: 4

Magic.
Take-Over

DEFENSE
— Attack 1: Hit {Magical Attack}
— Attack 2: N/A
— Damage received: 24
— Conditions: 1/3 Power Up

Offense
STANDARD ACTION: Leech {Take-Over: Drain}
— Attack Roll: XBAQgGY0 + 19
— Condition Roll: n/a
BONUS ACTION. Power Up {Take-Over: Power Up - ATK}
— Effect: 1.5x Attack Stat {Power Up}

——Potential damage: 76

MP used: 25
MP regenerated: 6

INVENTORY
[T1] Take-Over: Pointy Bits [Fang/Claws]

The only satisfactory impact was the one where no defence was erected. The path it drew from one target to the next found itself winding and clumsy. It had to right its path each time. Once, a phantasmal force unseen pushed it away and the next sent it, ostensibly drunkenly, carving a path to the final target. Turn much like the solitary wheel of a car, various pieces of itself and limbs tore itself from the bodies tethering them. Gravity surpassed the durability of the stricken parts. The dull, wet pitter-patter of them colliding with the ground ensued - one unrhythmic thump after another.

Then came a covering over the flesh - a transfiguration of the flesh. Like a benighted carapace, the shell-like, sable hide encompassed all the decaying skin the eye was able to catch sight of. From some strange power, it was able to spin in place. Winds began to whirl around it and strengthened their potency all the while. Debris was torn free from their surroundings and eventually, a makeshift tornado reached skyward from the gyrating bundle of cadavers.

((Ivory Volkov The only thing I see wrong is that you're missing the 6 mp you would have regened that post))

Undead Amalgamation: The Rat King
HP: 66/240 (75 THP) | MP: 39

SPOILER: Click to show

ATK: 12
DEF: 6
AC: 13
HEAL: 5
STAM: 12
Level: 5

MAGIC.

Defense
Attack 1. Hit
Attack 2. Hit or miss.
Damage received: ??
Conditions: ??

Offense
Standard Action. Magical Attack + Condition (AoE)
— Attack Roll: tOG5G29J + 6
— Condition Roll: Grapple
A.J. Godfrey
Cheshire Copeland
Ivory Volkov
Bonus Action. Absorb -50mp
— Effect: 75 dmg absorb
Potential damage: 24 A.J. Godfrey Cheshire Copeland Ivory Volkov

MP used: 80
MP regenerated: 7

Inventory
Stuff goes here.

Cheshire had been knocked off her feet, bashing into Asgard. Ivory knew that feeling: but she was impressed that the girl quickly got back up and pursued revenge by way of the monster's own shadow. Impressive, but it wasn't as graceful or, dare she say, as holy as Justice's own retaliation. Holy was arguable, but from the divine energy radiating from the Godfather, she could not help but think of it as such, even when Just went apeshit on the Dead, bashing it against the ground again and again as Gungnir sawed into it, splaying the area with chunky decay.

_{[Lmao, weird order but there it is finally. Since that first attack Justice did was after the thing had attacked all three of them, kek.]}

The damage caused to the amalgam seemed to of sent it into a defensive fury, causing it's decomposing skin to turn into an exoskeleton of sorts, visibly hardening as if it might burst into some beautiful butterfly. Instead, it began spinning at speeds incalculable, and Ivory felt the burst of the first winds with surprise, as they lashed against her flesh like razors, splitting her skin apart in various locations simultaneously. She tried to hide her face as her wings fought against the powerful whirlwind that pursued. She managed to maintain herself among it, but the debris flying within it caused her extra damage and had it not been for Cheshire being picked up by it entirely, she'd of briskly exited the vile winds.

Instead she flew through it, regardless of the debris that was smacking into her and opening more bits of her skin. The cyclone was strong, but her demon's wings seemed to of been stronger. She'd fly for Cheshire as fast as she could manage, timing the twirl so that she could catch her. Meanwhile she heard Justice going at it again from below the torrent of the air's sound, a gatling-gun sort of cacophony echoing up at them.

She'd caught her new guildmate in no time and flew out of the path of the cyclone just as swiftly, her wings aching with exhaustion stronger than what the various wounds across her person felt. She held the woman with one arm, against her person, breast to breast. She gave Cheshire a smile, trying to speak over the sound of the undead's tornado and Justice's psionic made machine gun. "Hold tight C, I'mma blast the fucker."

Ivory was still enveloped with an ominous aura that belonged to the trademark of the demon's power up - but it would not affect Cheshire in any way, if anything she might feel an odd warmth from it, and, perhaps, bloodlust. Ivory, stuck with only one arm available, took aim at the beast with a single palm and soon that lavender appendage seemed to be boiling magma beneath flesh, crimson fire building up with a brightness surreal. She could feel the force of the magic in her bloods tearing her wounds even further, but she bore it with stubborn relentlessness as her energy built up. When she thought Justice had wore down the carapace enough, she would release the magic all at once, the magma-like burn within her arm seemingly emptying as she did so, while a massive sized laser of a blast aimed for the center of the beast. If it made contact, she imagined nothing but a plump rotten donut would remain.

Summary: Wind sliced her up pretty badly over various parts of her body & since she was flying when the tornado happened, she happened to be in the middle of it, but her wings were strong enough for her to retain control. She caught Cheshire & flew out, then fired a crimson kamehameha wave from one arm while she held onto Chesh with the other.

A.J. Godfrey & Cheshire Copeland

_{I guess Cheshire's grapple is still technically real since she can't do anything action wise, eh? | Post 3}

SPOILER: Click to show

HP: 186/220 | MP: 87/115
HP - [220-24-10]
MP - [102-15]


ATK: 25 38
DEF: 0
AC: 10
HEAL: 0
STAM: 11
Level: 4

Magic.
Take-Over

DEFENSE
— Attack 1: Hit {Magical Attack}
— Attack 2: Missed {Grapple}
— Damage received: 24 + 10 {Limit Break} 
— Conditions: 2/3 Power Up

Offense
STANDARD ACTION: Limit Break {Take-Over: Rampage}
— Attack Roll: 458_00ro + 19
— Condition Roll: n/a
BONUS ACTION. N/A
— Effect: N/A

——Potential damage: 105 102
((After Justice broke through 72 of the shield?))

MP used: 15
MP regenerated: 6

INVENTORY
[T1] Take-Over: Pointy Bits [Fang/Claws]

Its spin out appeared nigh unaffected as hot, orange streaks ricocheted from the hard carapace it had adapted. The whiling motion made it difficult to take a hold of, mentally or physically. However, the spray of stony bullets chipped away at the defensive covering with relative ease.

However, the fervid beam of red that followed tore away what armour remained. It pierced its centre, causing it to spin wildly out of control. The shape it possessed was lost and in a comical burst, torn, undead bodies flew every which way until the metaphorical ball of yarn had completely unravelled.

Undead Amalgamation: The Rat King

With her blast successfully penetrating, she'd wince as an array of bodies and gore flew out every which way. It looked like the worst pimple on earth being popped, the pus inside being full human bodies far into their individual states of decay. "Gross.."

As Justice sent round after round into the aftermath, she'd glance to Cheshire, "Ya know, I'm not really sure. I've only met the one. Do you like her style?"

In the back of her mind she was worried by Justice's actions. Combined with her daily drinking.. this certainly wasn't normal conduct on her part. She hoped it was just rage at the fact of enemies coming so near Asgard. In fact, she'd decide to choose to believe that, because anything else would of been too heart-wrenching to consider.

"Shall I get you to bed? You don't seem OK."

She'd began to lower as a bat flew out of one of the windows of Asgard, and Justice used it to pound the mound of flesh relentlessly.

"I think our Boss needs some alone time, anyways."

Instead of going to ground level, the woman flew to one Asgard's front facing balcony's and softly landed up on it. She'd loosen her hold on C, but still kept an arm draped on her, just in case the woman lost her balance. She'd walk her wherever she needed if it was necessary; the woman had took quite the load of heavy hits. In preparation to go through the threshold of the door before them, her body would morph back to normal, wings sucking into her back as her skin and hair transfigured back to their pallid tones.

Cheshire Copeland & A.J. Godfrey

_{notes  (Post 4)}