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 Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 9:37 pm
With a sigh, the assistant clarified, "What are you? Race? Subspecies? The creature of your feature?" Glancing down at the scanner, "This? Its to give us a readout on your emotional energies level. Your FEAR. You're likely able to do something similar on a more instinctive, less accurate way. But this helps us to make sure you're juuuust right for our use. The fewer failures the better."
She took out a stylus pen and held it to his mouth, "Now say ahhhh."
"Oh look, Clarice, some lumpy fellow is looking at us in an awfully angry fashion. Do you suppose he might try and make a heroic yet ultimately tragic charge at some point?" The doctor sounded somewhat wistful.
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 9:45 pm
Entering from Backyard Tent
Alright. Group battles. How did he do this again? Oh, Harrison remembered now.
Find someone weak, and take them on a tour of the Roman Senate. It looked like a little tour was already going on in a couple of places on the Battlefield. He snuck up behind the guy without a cowboy hat, and stabbed.
HP: 24
Fear/Charge Attack: Battlecry (Cannonball Blast - When the cutlasses cross, they form a ball of energy that shoots at the opponent) 1/3
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ramenli rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 9:54 pm
((Entering from backyard tent)) Leonard was not a happy boo. His world had been turned upside down, first discovering that he could feel pain, then being captured, then being poked and prodded by some sinister creature wanting to turn him into hair gel or some such nonsense. Therefore, as he flew out of the tent in rage he locked his eyes on the closest being that he could find that had been in the tent with him while he had been forced to endure pain. And it was already running from him. Good. He chased after the man who was brandishing two swords and attempted to divebomb him...and managed to land a rather solid hit in the center of the hunter's back. HP: 10 (I assume it is reset, if I am wrong and he is at his capture HP that would be 3) Attack Damage: 12 - 6 = 6 damage
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 10:35 pm
"Human?" Barth tried. "Got err, stuck in these horn things somehow? My mistake?"
Uses. Barth, unfortunately, knew exactly the sort of use she was talking about. He looked at the whip before leaning away, not exactly keen to have things stuck in his mouth. He did look suddenly and worriedly attentive at Dr. H's words.
Christof.
He needed Christof very badly, at the moment.
But for whatever reason, his insides twisted with dread, not hope.
HP: 29
Status: Pendant
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 10:45 pm
The lie got him a smart rap upside the head with the scanner, "Humans don't have FEAR readouts like yours. You're obviously....second year? Hedging close to third? Let me give a piece of advice, here hm? Don't play games. That man, with the whip that just dragged your a** around? And the one over in the middle of everything, just standing pretty with the giant glowing scythe? Those two men? They like to play games. They make the rules and choose the players. They have the fun, and you pay the price. And the closer you are to winning, the higher the cost." Strong, gloved fingers gripped his jaw, "Now, I repeat, do not play games. And say ahhh."
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 11:14 pm
Barth was out of smart alecky responses, because this would require opening his mouth, and there is nothing worse than having yourself cut off mid-banter by losing the argument.
It was not an Order proper, really. Barth knew the difference. The man with the whip's words carried a familiar weight. This human's words didn't. She was, at her own admission, a player, not a game master.
If he was a lust demon he could make the attempt very awkward for everyone. If he was a pride demon all the forces of hell could not have coerced him into it. If he was a wrath or gluttony demon Clarice would have lost a piece of equipment. But as it was he just looked very pathetic about it and complied.
HP: 29
Status: Pendant
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Bilious rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 11:19 pm
Entering from the TentJerry was feeling a lot more confident with the addition of pants and affection from a pretty girl as he hurtled his way out into the battle field. Madness was erupting around him, hunters shouting to one another, creatures screaming in the mist... Ok. Ok. Ok just. Just go. You can do this. He wondered where the fire he had felt previously had gone, leaving him a bit deflated and frantically clutching his cannon. A massive, bulking sea monster lurched past, creatures with stitches and hunches and horns and hooves and wings and- His eyes spotted his pink corset that had been so recently re-homed. Candace! Shouting to... he couldn't tell, but some horrible, angry looking horse had looked her way- "C-c-CANDACE LOOK OUT!" his voice cracked even as he hauled up his weapon, Roar aimed and ready to defend his team-mate... His trembling was too much, unfortunately, his feet not planted properly as the blast erupted forth and knocked him backward to the ground with a yelp, ripples in the air of the sudden Fear-Bark shooting up into the air wildly.  Rped out attack: Rp it okay. HP: 40 Fear/Charge Attack: Howler Bazooka- Battle Cry: ERUPTS WITH AN EXPLOSION OF SOUND Charge: 0/3 (Miss this round!)
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 11:25 pm
"There we go, that's a good creature of myth and nightmare, " Clarice murmured absently as she held the pen still and looked down as the scanner display changed. "This looks a bit familiar..." She carefully removed the pen, and wiped it down before storing it away. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it? Let's see if I can find anything similar in the scanner database."
It took several minutes for it to draw up the closest match. Seeing the results, Clarice took a long look at their captive, muttered, "...413..." and quickly went to her superior's side with the new information.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 11:26 pm
<< Very nice shooting. >>
Why, thank you. I do actually try sometimes, you know. Plus that one was easy to take out; what sort of monster wears a cowboy hat, anyway?
<< He was probably a reaper. And you coulda fooled me. >>
Hush, you.
Gale felt something bump into his shoulder. Glancing up, he saw Davey back beside him once again, and a smirk quirked the edges of his mouth upwards.
"Thank you," he replied, ducking his head in a half bow. "Contrary to popular belief, there are times when I can actually fire properly."
"Unlike what a certain what haired hunter thinks."
Davey seemed to be growing irritated about something - Gale wasn't entirely certain to what, though. All he could hear was some muffled shouting about Special Olympics, and -
Oh. Gale's eyes flickered upwards, glancing briefly at the other hunter's arm; or rather, lack thereof. He hadn't ever asked about how Davey had lost his arm, thinking it was rather none of his business, but it seemed as if the others were making it a tad too much of their business.
"Does it bother you?" he asked him candidly, then gestured to his arm. "The whole staring at your arm thing, I mean?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 12:12 am
It had been demeaning, mostly.
A device to measure Fear and...the meter to identify subspecies, maybe? She had talked of their natural sense of Fear as being imprecise, as if mechanics were a bit above their poor, limited facilities. He picked up the thing around his neck, examining it while his captors spoke.
Was there a back panel? Buttons? Had they really managed to boil down something that felt like a demonic mark into a device you could put on anyone? Against their will? He wasn't thrilled to have it bound to him.
But he could admit he found the concept...intriguing.
HP: 29
Status: Pendant
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 12:19 am
"Don't take that off," the doctor's voice commanded, as his attention was finally drawn back to the demon. "Clarice tells me that the structure of your FEAR closely resembles an old friend of ours, and perhaps one of yours as well? Tall, redhead, a bounty of lovely curves, and an attitude to match? She called herself, Pride. We, however, knew her best as subject 413. Ring any bells?" The doctor paused for a moment, and when he resumed speaking, there's was a definite tone of command in his voice, "Do you know the creature I am referring to? What do you know of her current state and location? Is she here?"
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Toshihiko Two rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 5:33 am
Barth tried to lie, or only bend the truth a little, but what came out was a painfully hissed,
"Yesss. I don't. Don't know if she's here- or...not."
HP: 29
Status: Pendant
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 5:41 am
Bix hung back with Gale, Davey and Before. He was pretty pleased the way they'd paired up... a melee attacker with a ranged shooter. Hopefully it would stay effective, as they'd all landed some damage. Davey was talking about Dr. H and Bix scratched his head, looking a bit like he knew his advice was bad. "I always handled bullying with a bit of a silence.. and a good measure of bottling-until-it-explodes. Probably not the best method but Dr. H doesn't seem like someone you can reason with. But hey.. if he singles you out and gives you special tasks at least you are able to prove yourself in an independent way. " Right? Would the good doctor even notice? Regardless it was good to see their instructors, even the Doctor, on the field of battle. His green whip was AWESOME. Bix scanned the battle area for more targets as his previous one was now blocked by a half-naked girl. At least he could enjoy the view a bit.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 6:27 am
"That's a shame, I did so enjoy her company, especially after she had aligned herself with our ah...cause." Despite the lack of truly useful information, the doctor's satisfaction was evident in his voice. He glanced back out at the field, "Oh my, that is much better Candace...but the mustache is bit..."
Clarice waited until the doctor had wandered out of ear shot, before speaking, "Hey, 413...isn't like, in your version of prison is she? For the whole race traitor thing? Not to say that I really care. I kinda disliked her. Kinda a lot. But..." She began to gesture toward his chest, where the pendant lay, but appeared to change her mind at the last moment, "...actually, nevermind. You look like a good enough demon. For a demon. But really? It's all the same. You're an existence that can be created, and then altered for better use, but it's not like you'll die from it. So just sit tight, and look a bit angsty for the doctor when he comes by, kay?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 7:16 am
"She isn't," Barth said, quietly. "Look, err, you don't have to do all that, really, do you? I'm not looking into a military career. I'm not a fighter. I'm an inventor. I make...softer, more comfortable chairs and things. You can ask anybody. I'm mostly harmless. My claws are on the pointy side, I suppose, but I can't help that, and I'm sort of immorally opposed to being very physical in the first place."
HP: 29
Status: Pendant
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