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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-16)
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 Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 11:06 pm
"No clue. Guess we got great timing if not."
But if there was one thing Jack had had enough of, it was bugs. So with a disgruntled noise, he swung the greatsword like a baseball bat as the thing flew at him, spurting acid as the blow squashed it against the ground; the room did not smell pleasant.
"What, Fear makes them get bigger?" Jack grumbled as he got out of the room and collected his things. "I'm not jealous of the exterminator someone would have to call."
HP: 37
Damage: 6 - 3 - 1 (alcohol) = 2 dmg
Charge: 2/3
Poisonous Mutant Fruit Fly HP: 0
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chirigami rolled 1 100-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 11:24 pm
And with that, Milo shut the door behind him with a hasty bang, leaving the carcass on the floor where Jack and sliced it up. Yup, nothing to see here... ever again. "Wouldn't that be.. us?" He squinted at Jack. Not them specifically, hunters in general anyways. "Though, like Jerry mentioned some weird a** pet things in the labs, so maybe?" He added on regarding the Fear topic. (It was also when he was pretty my denied having a rabbit). And then went about getting his cup of alcohol back, which he took a sip of. Because it was needed.
"One more!" Milo suggested, feeling a little better, and already heading in a direction regardless. He thought he had gone far, but with the slight buzz from the whiskey, the teenager simply crossed the hallway and opened the door to room b49 and a deranged tea party. Okay. The coats had a familiar look to them, obviously Hunters, but if he was supposed to know their owners, then no... no Milo really didn't. Maybe someone else who did would find this a little more startling. "Aa, perhaps those previous owners..." Because the bug room was by far the worst one still.
That might have been the end of that, door closed and case shut. But no. Because then Milo raised a finger as a thought crossed his mind. "Or maybe," Nerd thoughts, incoming, "this is like.. those episodes where people are turned into dolls and we need to find the baddie of the week to free them and s**t." 'cause that happened often too. Gokai came to mind, but Milo was having a hard time thinking of other examples. But, he got a little excited with the notion. Because this was a thing! Like the room with the boxes was a thing! The bug room was a thing too, but, he wanted to avoid bugs for a little bit. But things!
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 12:08 am
"Nope, because I'm not dealing with any more damn bugs on my birthday," Jack replied simply, taking another swig of his own cup as he followed at a leisurely pace. "If you mean the miniature pet things, yes, those . . . exist." And s**t like everything else, thank you, minipet poop duty.
Squinting at the third door, he peered into the room and paused. Nothing said off like a silent tea party. He supposed next they'd turn around and see twin girls swinging their arms, asking them to come play. The large dolls were wearing hunter coats, some of which looked more worn than others. Jack didn't suppose this was meant to be a forgotten room of mannequins for tailoring the things for new hunters. So, a creepy get together for inanimate objects someone had set up. Joy.
"Maybe. It warrants further investigation when I'm not happily buzzed." He stepped away and took another sip from his cup, sighing afterwards, like dolls and bugs were just part of the job (which, in a way, they almost were). "Alright, I think 3's my limit tonight. C'mon, Fanboy, can't keep other curious people waiting," he told Milo with a nod of his head towards where they'd come from.
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 1:19 am
Excitement dashed, Milo sighed out a very audible, "aaaw" as he closed the door to the possible other thing they had uncovered. Mental note to add this room number to the list on his phone. If he could remember it, he probably could. He did have the advantage of living down on this level. Milo took another sip and gave one last look at room 49 before he followed after Jack, set to match pace.
Jack had a point, a glaring one when the creepy music that America had put on grew louder as they got closer. "Fine fine," the dejected sigh a little feigned. He had perked up in actuality; the idea of a good party, good times and decent booze could do that. Along with the company involved - even Jack to an extent.
Milo swung his lantern from side to side, tempted to whistle, 'cause really he had no idea what to talk to Jack about. And not with the music kind of low to go into things regarding Nevada and Chel. Thankfully, he didn't have to think of topics. It was a short trip back and he handed his lantern back to the red head. "Got some interesting finds, Miss America." Sorry, Chel. But he was going to use that too, because she existed.
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 2:03 am
Rep's attention kept wandering across the room to the others present. In particular one mostly bald guy. He turned to Officer Hughes gave the guys a grinch smile and downed what was left of his beer. "I'll be rriiight back."
And with that he snuck across the room, carefully edging behind Taym to sneak up and attempt to slither his arms around the other man's exceedingly bony ribs from behind. "Badboys are my favourite. Where'd your hair go un-Taymable?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 2:05 am
Grinning, "Oh yeah, Otis? Sounds promising!" Taking the lanterns from Milo, America held them up high and gave a sharp whistle to see if anybody else was willing to go next.
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 2:26 am
No. No. Nope nope nope. This was probably karma but that thought would never have occurred to him. Taym yanked away from any touch instinctively--he'd have done the same if it had been anyone else at all--but when it was followed by Rep's voice it was followed by a kneejerk swipe of his elbow that he had the presence of mind to stop before it actually ended up in Rep's ribs, not that it would have done any good. He put a couple of feet between himself and Rep's skirts in the space of time it took Fiona to sigh heavily in his head, and he did it with an alcoholic's careful avoidance of spilling any of his drink. What he wanted to say was: touch me again, and then a very unflattering epithet. But probably Rep would, and then that would go badly. So what he said instead, in a sarcastic snarl, was: "Fleas."
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 2:32 am
Rep expected Taym to pull away and was satisfied when he did. Replacing the usual predatory smirk with what he hoped was a sweet smile but which combined with his usual too-intense stare to be something a lot more awful.
He followed the death hunter doggedly. "Fleas don't bother me hun, fleas are exotic. Most things can be treated you know, at the right clinics ~"
Fleas reminded him of his poor hoard. And partially of crabs that one time. He really didn't like remembering either at this particular point in time. "You just need a hug, right?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 2:40 am
"Not half as much as you need a gun to the head," he hissed. "You don't wanna do this, because you'll be the one that loses your temper, you'll be the one that draws on me, and you'll be the one that suffers. Where's your minder?" He'd never met Harrison. Apparently in Taym's head only Jordan had a hold on Rep's leash. Actually, not that inaccurate, probably. Someone rescue him please.
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 2:49 am
"Right-o!" A handful of candy was shoved into Taym's mouth, and a strong grip pulled him determinedly into the dark abyss of the hallway. "Suppose it's my turn, and yours too since you seem ready to s**t stir," America chirped happily. "Not that I mind a good brawl at a party, mind you. Ain't even a real party if nobody gets a bit bruised'n bloodied. But my room is already missing one wall, an I've seen that guy's weapon. One sneeze and he'll take out a bit too much too close for comfort, you got me?"
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Rejam rolled 1 100-sided dice:
60
Total: 60 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 3:02 am
Taym's relief at being liberated was complicated both by the unexpected perk of sudden sugar and the indignity of being the one accused of s**t-stirring. This, he felt, was very obviously unfair. He couldn't say that, though, because his mouth was full. He let America steer him and ended up at Room 18. Later on he would blame her for what happened next. Really? Really. REALLY? 51-60: You hear a buzzing sound, something flies at you in the dark. Your lantern reveals a giant fly, the size of a child, with and odd, scorpion-like stinger. HP: 15 Initial autodamage: 1 Extra: they do increasing DoT. For every roll you make, any roll, the auto damage increases by 1 point. Extra: they are slow moving, use -3 for as your modifier. Escape: Roll 1d20, anything 15+ is an escape.
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 8
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 3:06 am
America took in the huge mutant fly with raised eyebrows as she summoned Stryker, "Guess mark wasn't lying about how big these suckers are. But if it's just one or two, it shouldn't be too much of an issue." Lashing the flair out, she knicked its wings. "'Course, these sorts of critters aren't known for low numbers!"
She grinned at Taym, as if there was nothing at all wrong with this picture.
HP: 39
Dmg: 6
Mutant Fly: 9
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 3:09 am
Rep was about to retort that minders could be slipped and to go right back in to wind the other man up further, determined to find the point where he'd push back - when his entertainment got snatched out from under him by the host. He didn't care how wise a decision it probably was, but instead was furious, heading to get more booze and then sit down somewhere on his own.
His pride was too dented by the indignity of being hijacked by a woman to saunter back to the guys.
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 3:09 am
Taym, by contrast, looked like he wanted to murder someone. In lieu of murdering America, he made a not-so-impressive swing at their new friend. If this were an action movie he'd have said something clever like "three's a crowd" but it's not and Taym isn't that clever anyway. So instead he swallowed and shot her an angry accusation: "You're not supposed to be crazy yet! You're new! The crazy is supposed to come with time!"
HP: 38
Dmg: 3 (modifier 4 cos he got his drank on)
Mutant Fly: 6
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 3:13 am
America had the gall to look offended at Styker nailed the fly right in the center, smashing it into the wall. The bladed ball came back a little gooey from the fly innards and she made a face. She glanced back up at Taym and the face remained. "Who's crazy? Nothing crazy about doing a little housekeeping here and again. Now stop being dramatic and c'mon. Let's see what's in the next one."
HP: 37
Dmg: 7
Mutant Fly: ded
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