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bipolar bee rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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 Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 7:14 am
Herryk was too dazed over Freya's lack of clothing to do anything. He stood by worthlessly staring after her with a vacant expression. Was... was that drool dribbling out of the corner of his mouth?
Yes, yes it was.
HP: 7/30 - 3 + 2 = 6/30
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 7:17 am
The minibosses would just keep coming, they would keep getting hits in before Roch could stop them, and he would die at any moment, the punk boil thought with a snort. SO! That meant it was time for a little nap.
He swayed slightly as he turned, looking for an empty plot of ground. There was one towards the back of the group of spookie wearing students, and he headed for it, ignoring everyone on his way and dropping down with a yawn.
He fell onto his back, rested his head on his hands, yawned again, and closed his eyes. His spookies were gone, he was back in his boxers again.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 7:22 am
It was only after the couch had dissipated that Mort felt the stab of guilt. Perhaps they had overdone it by attacking the thing . . . He even felt a little sad. Minus the teeth, it had seemed almost comfy . . .
Oh look, a semi-naked ghoul was behind hi-WHAAA? Mort missed that part when the cookie monster had bitten a chunk out of the demoness's suit. Probably because he had been distracted by attacking.
"Mrr?" He glanced at her, then faced forward again and - why was that hook-tailed ghoul eating the suits?
o v o ;;
"N-No-one's really a cookie," he said quickly, and then muttered to the ghoul behind him, "Should move away, yes?"
HP: 7
Status: Totally forgot he has spare clothes in his pack atm
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MoonKitsune rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 7:30 am
Startled pony was too much in shock over the wolf invasion to worry about a couch. Glass shared however, those stung like his mother's back kick. Whimpering, she dropped down and was far too exhausted to even fight. It was a good thing that everyone else was ready to beat the stuffing out of the couch, and while they did that, Calder stayed by Barth's side, moving to lay down as her legs were already feeling weak.
HP: 8 - 5 = 3 + 2 for not attacking = 5
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 8:24 am
Seiji had been feeling pretty rough for a while now, but a look around the field showed a good number of the other students were starting to match his battle ragged appearance. That wasn't good, not in the least. One student near death was one thing, but multiple? If the next thing that came out of that house, and Seiji was betting it'd be a ballerina dancing spider hippo, came out swinging, they were going to be in some serious trouble. Sitting on the dirt, the ghost was resting his forearms on his knees, and holding his head up with one hand pressed against his forehead. He was watching the house, but even if he managed to spot something coming it was unlikely he'd be able to move in time to avoid it if attacked them all right out the gate.  HP: 2/40 Battle Status: Attacking and trying not to die. BOSS HP: 23
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 8:38 am
Hp: 17
As the couch die, Shun felt a small sense of comfort as it faded off. Strange. Shaking his head, he looked himself over to check on the cuts he sustained. He then looked over towards the white wolf to see how she was doing. It was a little hard to tell if she was hurt at all, so he searched for any signs of blood among her fur.
That aside, he looked over towards Seiji who looked even worse than before the couch showed up. Now that he looked, there were a few others who were looking to be in trouble as well.
Grimacing, he crouched down and rifled through his bag until he could find where he put his first aid kit. Opening it up, he tossed some gauze towards Seiji. He didn't know if it'd be of any use right now, but it might help some. The Reaper then went ahead to wrap up or cover a few of the deeper cuts he had, just to keep himself from bleeding too much for the time being.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 8:48 am
The gauze bouncing off her shoulder startled the ghost, and he jerked his head up a little faster then was probably healthy for him at the moment, then had to close his eyes as the ground beneath him tilted. Ugh, he couldn't in all of his unlife recall ever feeling so.. Well, dead. He really hoped an end to everything was coming soon, be it the monsters that kept attacking him, or even just and end to him.. Except he couldn't afford to think like that, Junko was still somewhere, probably in danger, and he couldn't rest, let alone die, until he found her. He grabbed the gauze and offered Shun a weary smile and touched two fingers to his forehead in a weak salute. "Thanks Bro." The only gashes were still covered with strips of that god awful dress, but he went about wrapping up the newer ones from the rain of broken glass. HP: 2/40 Battle Status: Attacking and trying not to die. BOSS HP: 23
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 8:48 am
It seemed Invictus would never get to attack, taking the care his hand needed to not become totally useless after the mirrors lodged themselves into it. Still, the surface of the flesh looked raw and almost hellish. Some of the students were looking rather worse for wear too, if he were to be honest. Still, when the couch vanished, it seemed the wounds over his hand began to pull together and at least give it a more pleasant appearance.
Hngh.
Apology noted, not sure if accepted.
But if nothing else, it seemed only the Horseman was even close to the top of his game compared to the rest of the students - and that was with having no supplies of his own. No, unlike the students the Horsemen had just been sent in with a mission and nothing more. Well, they'd had the pendent but..... he wasn't sure where that was now. It had vanished just as the girls had. Funny, he'd been so certain he'd take care of himself first, but now that the Horsewomen were mostly out of sight, there was a certain concern about what they were up to.
He didn't ask about any supplies to recuperation amongst the numbers - if they'd wanted to heal one another, they would start on their own if able to. They didn't need him to tell them to take care of each other. Or rather, if this was where those who stood alone had gone....no, Cymbeline and Eris had answered likewise and were not here either. It was a bit of a conundrum, really.
Still, he watched and waited to see what would come next.
HP: 34 + 2 = 36 HP
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 8:53 am
Nodding silently to Seiji, Shun then turned his attention over towards the Rider of Conquest who seemed to be minding himself as usual. A part of him was still a little irritated at what went on in the room earlier, but now wasn't the time for these sorts of things. "Conquest," he started, "Do you know exactly what's going on here with these creatures coming after us?"Perhaps the horseman had a better idea than the rest of them. "I noticed they all seem to have the same blue eyes."
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 9:10 am
A strip of gauze hanging from his mouth, Seiji watched as Shun asked the horsemen about everything that was going on, curious if Conquest actually knew, but not hopeful. The ghost was getting the distinct impression that things had gone beyond the control of the faculty yet again, and all hell had broken loose. There was a very bitter 'I told you so' resting at the back of his throat waiting for Junko when next he saw her, but in all honestly he probably wouldn't say it. With everything they'd all been though, it seemed over kill. Besides, when he finally did get back to her he'd probably be far to relieved to worry about it. HP: 2/40 Battle Status: Attacking and trying not to die. BOSS HP: 23
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 9:21 am
By this time Roch had sunk into sleep--or what the boil considered sleep. Memories were replaying with great detail, smiles, laughter, stupid things that had made him happy while at school. Xiu, Amrita, Danny, Mot, Rikki, G--brief glimpses of friends, people that had quickly become important to him--
Riley. He woke and his eyes opened as he remembered his discussion with her behind the booth. He had promised, he thought as he sat up. He had promised her he would be the most famous reaper that ever graduated from Amity. Right now he wasn't even deserving of the title 'reaper' much less famous.
Who gave a jack about someone else's love life? His was complicated enough as it was, thank you! Who cared that he was almost dead? He was still alive, wasn't he? Until he was jackin' DEAD this wasn't over. And even AFTER he was dead, it still wasn't over!
He stood, stretching his arms over his head before summoning his guitar again. Bring on the next boss.
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Shia bean rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 9:39 am
Once everything had settled, Natalia was able to fully acknowledge her new wardrobe appropriately.
Needless to say she did not feel like a pretty pink princess.
HP: 27
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 9:43 am
Keeping a careful eye on the wavering ghost boil Mitsu made her way back to Shun and promptly sat on her haunches. Bits of glass had gotten lodged in her fur but it seemed some of the cuts across her face were already healing. They had started to close immediately after the couch had vanished. How odd.
Bringing up a paw she tried to wipe some of the stray shards away from her face, her ears tuning into the conversation Shun had started with the demon pony. Was it possible he knew more about what was going on? The horsemen certainly had a better idea about the hunters so it was possible. Or maybe there was something wrong with the house. That would explain the random drop of items they had in their rooms. Raining meat, protection charms, and cat n** wasn't normal.
Shaking her head after her attempt to remove some glass, which semi worked, Mitsu looked around the field again to access the rest of her classmates. More than a few were a little roughed up, the startled pony being one of them. It was odd though, this feeling. Did she actually scare him? Mitsu wanted to feel bad about it but it honestly boosted her spirits a little. She could be scary!
Continuing to sweep over the students Mitsu's eyes finally fell on Riyo. The poor Feline was freaking out hiding behind the zombie student. "Riyo...do...do you not have a change of clothes?" Mitsu asked.
HP: 14
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Grey Dragon rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 9:59 am
Jove hadn't strayed very far, having wiggled himself into Ren's fur to take comfort from his brother's presence. And even when he felt the next attack, he just whined a little and stayed right where he was. He wanted to go home, back to the academy where he wasn't going to be attacked by giant monsters or couches or ghosts...
Well, he wasn't going to be attacked by any of the above who weren't students who could be kicked back.
But when he felt a warm, healing feeling, he thought it might have been just his imagination. So he poked his head out, and regarded the other students with round eyes. Did anyone else feel that?
HP: 33/40
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 10:01 am
Tybalt flopped onto the ground, legs sprawled out as he watched the other students.
He was tired, he wanted to go home and rest. He was also still nervous about the fake reapers sudden disappearance and why they left. Not to mention, over half the students were gone and they had no idea where they were... What had happened to them?
HP: 30/40
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