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Dragain rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-16)
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 Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 6:29 am
She smiled sheepishly at Riley at her comment; hey, she was the optimistic type! Still, the mindflayer made a point; it wouldn't be this easy... What about the other students? Those that went to the other locations? Perhaps they had more luck...
It also seemed to her that Astra was acting really odd. First she said something about science, then yelled something about... A Leeroy? Perhaps Jericho's dislike of the fae was not misplaced, after all.
The weapon the figure summoned reminded her of the ones the many mysterious hooded figures were wielding on the island - most of them were rather large and glowed. She released Charlie from her grip as she eyed the hooded figure, gripping her wooden bat with both hands; focusing, she summoned a small amount of FEAR, sending it through the bat. Slowly, webbing appeared on it, shortly followed by a slight, dull green glow around the webbing along the bat.
She tried not to show her fatigue, but it was difficult; she did not get as much rest as she wanted just now, and keeping her FEAR (even if it was a small amount) on the bat was giving her problems.
Regardless, she steadied herself before charging at the hooded figure, trying her best not to trip over her own foot as she brought the wooden bat down on it. She heard a dull 'thud' as it hit, but she also felt the bat shift in her grip, causing her to wince; she didn't have the energy to hold onto it properly...
Moving back to near the door where everyone else was, she placed an arm on Charlie's shoulder, glad that they were about the same height. Leaning against him but being cautious not to exert too much pressure in case he topples over, the glow on her weapon vanished as she forced a smile at him, "Sorry, Charlie. Don't move for a while..."
She stayed there, taking deep breaths before pushing herself off the boil; ugh, she could hopefully last this battle.
[HP: 22
Damage: 1]
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Amon Larethian rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 7:56 am
(( HP: 9
damage: 4))
There had been no time to react, no chance to right or brace himself, no chance to use his wings. Instead there was a resounded thud, a crunch, and then a dragon laying in a crumpled heap on the floor. Arrrrggg!! There was a painful throbbing in his already injured tail (why the hell did everything attack his tail?!), stars exploding in his head, and he knew he had broken -something-.
Gingerly he made his way upright, first on all fours and then pushing himself off the floor with his hands to stand on his feet. Owww, god, someone stop the world from spinning! His legs at least seemed intact, though the same could not be said for his tail (he was fairly certain it was -not- supposed to bend that way).
What? What was the robbed figure babbling about? Certainly he would have taken great interest in his words were it not for the ringing in his ears, if he could actually see straight. Using them? Fighting? Fighting to go home? What little he picked up he did not like, nor did he like the sound of crumbling rocks that was filling his ears.
Still disoriented, his balance thrown by his injured tail, Sheridan stepped through the open door, freezing in his tracks the instant his eyes fell on the seated figure. Was this really who they were meant to fight? Or was he here to taunt them as well?
Wait, 303? Was that what this figure called the one outside? A number? 303?! Was that how many of them were on this island? No, that was impossible, there could not possibly be that many here, they would have seen more of them. Then...had those before all perished? What? What the hell kind of place was this?! His head was spinning, it was all too much, did any of them have chance of getting home alive? He did not like this game!
He was in no condition to fight, his strength all but drained by the days spent on the island (was it days, months, years, only hours? He couldn't tell anymore). What had possessed him to strike out in such a condition was unknown even to him, perhaps he simply did not want to die without a fight, or maybe it was simply an act of frustration or disgust.
Either way, Sheridan had hurled his weapon had the robbed figure, the large book aimed for the figure's head (wait, had he actually aimed, did the figure have a head?).
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Blade Kuroda rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 8:10 am
Throughout the conversation with Conquest, Jericho was surprisingly... quiet. He listened to what the cloaked one had to say, as well as the various things the students had in response. So they weren't to fight him then, but the next person up ahead. And it seemed this was their ticket out.
As with the others though, he didn't quite understand why it was needed for them to do this fight. Surely Conquest could do the work himself. There was something about this whole thing that he didn't like.
Shifting his wings, he began to walk towards the doors with the others, looking to Malodore and Riley as he did so.
Narrowing his eyes at the Reaper that was now before them, he looked towards the journal he was apparently reading. The notes they all found must have been a part of that. It also nixed the idea that these Reapers were the lost students before.
But now this guy was the only one standing in their way of getting out of this wretched land.
Infusing his sword with FEAR, he turned towards Riley and Mal with a smirk, "Let's do this."
That said, he charged straight for the cloaked one while giving off a mighty roar. Bringing back his arm, he slashed out with his flaming blade, landing a hefty blow.
((HP:22
Damage: 6))
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Sayuri_Nitta rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 8:44 am
(( Hp: 23
Dmg: 0 ))
It seemed that everyone would be fighting; her fellow students moving to attack and making their lunges one by one. She was, to put it bluntly, afraid, and not very good at armed combat, but she hefted the wooden table leg she had picked up what seemed ages ago, and concentrated.
Arachne pushed a measure of her Fear into the weapon, and the surface seemed to shine like glass - or crystal. Flashes of images flickered over it, showing possible futures and with a divided mind on doing this she attacked their foe...but did not connect, missing with her swing as she overcompensated. She swore, and span on her heels to face their opponent once more.
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Sosiqui rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 9:31 am
Their cloaked watcher was mad. That was the only explanation - and attempting to drag sense out of a true madman was a fool's errand. Malodore turned and entered the other room with the rest of them. If they were going to do this, they were going to do it together.
Swarm. The plague doctor launched itself forward with the rest of them, swinging its book; unfortunately, its reflexes weren't quite good enough and it fumbled, dropping the tome to the floor instead of striking the figure. It snatched up the book and hugged it to its chest, instead settling for giving him a long look. "Who are you?" it blurted out. "Are you a Reaper of Halloween Town?"
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Grifferie rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 9:58 am
((HP 20
Att: 6-6 = 0))
It seemed they would have little choice. The cloaked being was right, there was only one way to go. If they had any hope of getting home...they would have to go through that door and 'fight' whoever was there.
Draven had held some small amount of hope that the new stranger would not want to actually fight them. Then it had summoned a weapon. Well, not a friendly thing to do, that's for sure. It was asking them to attack it. So they did.
As he ran forward to help the others defeat their foe, Draven pushed his FEAR into the wooden sword he carried. It began to glow with a faint green light, and flickered a bit like a flame. He raised the weapon, hoping to strike the opponent dead on, and he would have too, if he hadn't stumbled a bit at the last moment, missing the figure completely.
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Chobi_Chocobo rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:19 am
((HP: 22
Damage: 0))
Lizzy leaning on him for a sec almost caused Charlie to topple over. But he was a man and was able to let her use him for a stand. He was a brave brave man. Just look at how awesome that wooden sword he held was. Proof. Once Lizzy had let him go though there was no holding the little pink haired demon back from attacking.
"303 is a lame NICK NAME!" Charlies battle cry could use some work honestly but still the Demon jumped up and readied him self to attack. Though at the last minute the demon got distracted by something else and looked away only to swing and miss.
"Huh?" Was all he managed when he finally landed. Charlie had thought for sure that would have worked.
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Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 8
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:35 am
Mac had gotten back on his feet; it hurt to breathe, but the pain was slowly (very slowly) subsiding. Having two people, even smaller people, land on you was never fun after hitting two walls yourself. Jackdamn. When the figure started to pace and the stairs started to break, Mac moved forward a little bit, staying quite clear of the very non-existing stairs.
They had no choice now, did they?
He was quite aware of the eyes on him, mostly Riley's and Lizzy's, and he frankly agreed; they did have to do this together, going back the way they came was a bad idea, considering it would likely be a very long drop. He was listening to the group of course and Charlie...oh, Charlie. That boy was just...it was a miracle he'd survived this long mostly on his own. The only reason he straggled behind as long as he did was to either get used to the pain in his chest, or for it to ebb a little.
Neither happened very quickly, so he gave up waiting and moved to join them, catching the tail end of the next figure's speech...and the weapon they called forth.
"Alright~" He murmured, mostly to himself. "Let's do this." It seemed like the way to go, and he pulled the wooden bat out from it's makeshift holster in his belt, moving forward to swing it at the apparent Reaper.
(( Mac's HP: 22
Damage to Opponent: 7 ))
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Manda rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:35 am
Having been following the others, Aksaja glared at the figured behind that door and his grip tightened on his pipe, sparks running up and down the weapon.
"You bastards think you can just . . . play with us? Not anymore!!" With a cry, he ran at the figure, pipe raised to smack it.
(( Aksaja HP: 14
Damage: 2 ))
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Azure Desiderium rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 11:36 am
Sharra had been all but disoriented through the lot of that conversation, still trying to get up from the floor. But now...now that they had a foe, he pushed himself up to stand shakily next to Aksaja. Growling, he had absolutely no remorse when he bared his claws to the other....and charged forward to take a swipe.
He felt the hits solidly connect, and stumbled backwards, just managing to catch himself as he shook off the last of the wooziness from hitting both the ceiling and the floor earlier. Honestly, the nergal only barely remembered the conversation.
(( HP: 20
Damage: 10 ))
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Taska Neko rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 8
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 12:59 pm
Sepheran only really heard bits and pieces of the conversation as he tried to figure out what the Jack was going on. He had fell from the stairs, but at least he wasn't too hurt from him and by the time he finally did seem to begin to figure stuff out they were all heading straight for a fight.
Well..it wasn't like they could exactly back away either with their route having been cut off. Honestly, Sepheran didn't like the thought of helping the cloaked figures...was there a war between them they had to fight for? Why them? Why did they have to do the dirty work? Sepheran didn't like it...but it wasn't like he had much of a choice.
As everyone began attacking so did he lifting up his wooden toy sword which began to drip small purple blobs every now and then until it changed green and dropped to the floor hissing like small serpents until they disappeared. It was now or never...and maybe that portal was the way back home. Bolting forward Sepheran lifted his blade and tried to strike the foe managing to get a hit in, though maybe not as strong as some of the others.
HP: 19
Damage: 4
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 1:08 pm
Riley gave Astra a curious look. Was she hallucinating again? There was no time to worry about it, as she felt the hum of FEAR infused into her comrades weapons around her. One by one they attacked, nicking and prodding at the figure as best as they could. She hesitated, but only long enough to decide if she should FEAR up her weapon at all. They had already discovered that these reapers were able to drain them of it.. it was entirely possible that they would have more luck in this fight if they didn't power up their weapons at all.
She looked at her normal, blunt mace. An experiment was in order. She tapped it slightly against her, and a double helix of purple smoke wrapped around the shaft, elongating and transforming it. The tip rounded, and psionic crystals once more burst from it's tip. She lifted her mace, but in her hesitation her swing missed the target entirely. She just.. wasn't fond of the idea of being drained again. Perhaps she was being.. a little too careful.
She eyed the figure carefully, sizing it up. It didn't even seem to be attacking them. Calling the other reaper by a number, however.. it was a bad sign.
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 7
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:06 pm
Stage 3 Fight! Staggering back under the onslaught, the enemy was breathing heavily as they tried to recover while still dodging, and yet... they laughed. "That guy...this isn't a bad plan. Strength...in numbers and all that..but, even if you win? You aren't leaving this island. Not as you are now." Was their weapon growing brighter? "Me? A 'reaper of Halloween'...I'd be insulted if I thought you knew what you were talking about." The weapon was growing brighter. "Are you feeling it yet? I didn't even hit any of you and even so..." And even so, the students could being to feel the FEAR being drained from them. HP: 58 3 Damage to those who hung back: 1 Round 2 Choice Do you attack or hang back? - roll for attack, you may attack once this round - bold hang back if your character chooses not to fight this round - bold exposition if you want to cue a villain speech instead
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Chobi_Chocobo rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:32 pm
HP: 19
Damage : 3
Having ones fear being drained was not the most positive feeling. Charlie didn't like this game much anymore. He didn't like feeling the core of him self being messed with and he certainly didn't like being hit. Not that Charlie fully understood exactly what was happening. He didn't. The little pink haired demon was just sure that what ever it was he didn't like it.
"JUST!" Charlie growled, "SHUT UP FOR A SECOND AND TAKE THIS SWORD TO THE FACE SO I CAN GET MY TASTY TREATS!" Yeah, Charlie was angry. He didn't understand why but he was angry now.
"TAKE THIS!" The pink haired demon swung his wooden sword and actually made contact this time. "AND STOP BEING SO BORING!"
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Dragain rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:32 pm
[HP: 19
Damage: 5]
First things first - Jericho looked awesome attacking, and her face lit up when he landed a hit. It was so awesome that it distracted her from Mac's entrance and most of Mac's attack even though it was (probably) as awesome. Either way, she was glad that everyone decided to attack - he was right, there was strength in numbers. While what the figure said next worried her, she kept quiet, too tired to think properly. Her attack left her feeling even more drained - this feeling was similar to the one she felt back in school, when they were attacked.
"Its the same as that time," She muttered before wondering if infusing the wooden bat with her FEAR was even a good idea. It felt like her FEAR was just being... Sucked away from her, and she couldn't stop it. Besides, the figure hardly even flinched from their previous attack!
Ah, whatever.
Concentrating her FEAR down her weapon, she saw the webbing run down its side before it glowed green again. She winced, wondering how she even managed to stay up. Running after Charlie, a small smile on her lips from hearing his battle cry, she glared at the figure when she was in range, swinging her bat out at him with whatever strength she had left. She felt the hit connect - harder than before - and her smile grew before she skipped backwards, as if the distance between them would help minimize the FEAR she could feel being drained from her.
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