The Changing of the Moon (Advanced Literate)

[opaj]

((I am now watching this thread. ninja I won't go out of my way to make rulings, but you peoples have my ear.))

[[ Hate-Malice-Distrust ]]

[Opaj... I god damn hate these dice... I missed from ONE INCH AWAY with my hand gun!]

[opaj]

((You know, you only have to roll if your enemy explicitly attempts to dodge/block/whatever. Rolling when you have a clear, practically unmissable shot is almost counter-productive. sweatdrop ))

((And yeah, the dice kicked my a** today, too. stressed ))

[[ Hate-Malice-Distrust ]]

[Well I wanted to give him a chance lol he is a living breathing being not some ragdoll. scream I HATE YOU DICE!]

[themightyjello]

(( Okay... well... for future reference.

You roll in contests of ability. Shooting from an inch away is not really one of those. Trying to overpower him in a struggle on the floor is.

RP as normal otherwise... to the fairest go the spoils? xd ))

[[ Hate-Malice-Distrust ]]

[I sooo want that hit!!! Can I PALEASEEEE HAVE THAT HIT!!!]

[themightyjello]

(( Just say you disregard the dice.

Stryphe would cover it in his post as normal, then... ))

[Liquid Lights]

((Well, you really didn't need to roll anyways. First your hand shot out from under the wood, then you had to fumble around for a bit. Stryphe is well aware of your presence by now, and this is all before you draw your gun and pull the trigger. Although James did cause quite a racket...

Also, I don't think you need to roll your gunshot when I'm not aware of you shooting at me. None of my powers are going against yours, meaning no roll.))

Stryphe suddenly found himself able to see- even outside, beyond the 20 foot range- this must have been Black's doing, the crazy man.

And speaking of crazy, that's when Stryphe saw the massive motorcycle crash through the doorway to the bar, engine roaring, bringing a grin to his face. Degobah's reply was drowned out completely, unfortunately.

"AWESO- huh?" He'd cut himself off when he felt something grip his leg.

He shot a look down at the floor in time to see a second arm crash through the wood, gun in hand. The arm pointed the gun at Stryphe ankle, and how whatever was attacking him could aim from under the floor, he had no clue. Either way, it missed when Stryphe wrenched his gripped leg away from the floor, causing even more of the floors wood, where the arm had come from, to crack and splinter.

"Nng!"

The shot went off right as Stryphe's foot raised above the aim of the gun. Not a split second after this, Stryphe brought his foot back down, using the pulling force of his attacker, onto the being's gun hand, smashing it into the floor.

[themightyjello]

'Gunshots...'

James could barely see far enough ahead of him on this thing to know where to look in the building for Stryphe or Degobah... he passed one as soon as he went in, barely even catching the man with the flamethrower in passing as the bike landed with a heavy thud upon the wood floor; causing it to crack and splinter, but still hold together.

The engine revved up another notch, and James steered the bike towards the far end of the tavern, where he had heard the gunshot originate from. He had no goddamn clue how far it was until he hit wall or a person... he just was able to estimate that the gunshot came from oh, right about-

With a sharp pull upon the handlebars and a tight grip upon the front brake, even as the engine still kept the back wheels spinning, the bike skidded almost horizontally across the floor in front of the bar; doing a full 180 only three feet away, and then continuing the rest of its path horizontally as the bike crashed sidelong straight THROUGH the bar, shattering it into pieces, and finally stopped after colliding witih the back wall... which, after Stryphe hitting it, seemed to be taking quite a beating today.

[[ Hate-Malice-Distrust ]]

After seeing the initial shot miss he retracted his hand and for good reason! Right when he did he heard a massive thump over head where his hand had been. This time the creature foot did go through the wood! He laughed maniacally and reposistioned his massive hand gun at the creatures ankle which he could see clearly now and fired!

[NO GOD DAMN DICE!]

[opaj]

((For the record, James can't hear outside of 20 feet, either. Or smell. Or anything like that.))

[themightyjello]

opaj

((For the record, James can't hear outside of 20 feet, either. Or smell. Or anything like that.))

(( Shokay... you should have clarified that.

What you gave us before was see, by any real means, or detect auras or all that... We've been playing the whole event with being able to hear people. xp

*Notes that down and will not be hearing things again.* ))

[[ Hate-Malice-Distrust ]]

[And Opaj for the record I DIDN'T USE NO GOD DAMN DICE THAT TIME! Are you proud of me? lol razz ]

[Liquid Lights]

Not one to watch his ankle be shot, or one to stand in between a wall and a motorcycle, Stryphe yanked his halberd out of the floor as he jumped. The gunshot went off, and the bar buckled under the force of the bike. Mid-jump, Stryphe swung his halberd upwards towards the ceiling. With another "CHUNK", the blade burried itself in the wood, and Stryphe looked like a firefighter who'd run out of pole.

He looked down at the wreckage, at the bike and James, and at the poor wall behind the bar. The man under the floor was now also under James' bike. Stryphe couldn't even see an arm.

"James," He growled, "I was STANDING- right there!" xd