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 Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 10:38 am
The couch was gone....Savior could feel a brief moment of longing inside her chest for the poor creature.
And then the feeling was gone and she went back to petting Ren on the head because he was a sad and dying creature.
"Poor, poor Rens."
HP: 19/30
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 10:51 am
Jove peeked out, and craned his neck upwards to realize that strange ghoul from before was here, again. This time watching Ren, and being quite gentle in her petting.
Okay, so maybe he had overreacted earlier, but who wouldn't after being trapped in a cage for so long, having watched a friend nearly turned into a weapon, and been nearly certain to face that same fate?
A trickle of citrus-scented sand fell on his nose, and he sneezed loudly. Glitter flew off of him like a cloud, only to settle back into his long fur as it fell towards the ground.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 10:55 am
Freya cocked her head at the voice, making the slow connection between student and monster, and smiled gently. She shuffled over to sit beside him, before curling up in fetal position and shoving herself as deep into the side of the gryphon as she could. She looked up at Herryk, who was entirely too far away for her taste, and raised a finger, gesturing for him to join the incoming cuddle pile. Sure, they were fighting for their lives with multiple attacking creatures. Sure, she was inches from death and far from sanity. And sure, she hardly knew Ren. But the cuddlepile was happening, nonetheless. Rationality had no place, here.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 11:31 am
Herryk sighed.
He was ready to put this whole thing behind him. He was ready to go home and hug his sweet poofs to his chest. He was ready to spend some one-on-one time with Freya. Did he mention he was ready to go home and hug his poofs? Especially Sweetest Nanna.
Just the thought of Sweetest Nanna almost brought tears to his eyes.
Slowly the draugr dragged himself over to Freya. He slumped down on the ground and eyed a few particular cookies before falling back on the battlefield so that he could stare mindlessly at the sky.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 11:43 am
No sooner than it appeared did the couch fall to its death. Bul stood carefully next to Mei while the calm lasted. There wouldn't be any "Is it over?"s or other tentative questioning of what was going on.
Bul learned by now questioning the happenings on this (and any) field trip was redundant.HP:36/40
Nat form On
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Scyerline rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 12:10 pm
((Self reflection damage roll)) HP: 1720 - 2 (oven baked) - 3 (reflection) + 2 (friendly heal) = 17After that second coming of the spookie suit, Bea was pretty much on the ground mumbling, "no more spookies, nomorespookies,nomorespookiesnomorespookies..." Instead of trying to eat off her suit like last time, risking if she was completely naked underneath, Bea just laid still on the ground in her new spookie suit. As she laid there, she looked up at Raziel the entire time until the couch had appeared and gone. He was fighting so valiantly. "Raaaaaaz..." she whined, stretching out an arm towards him from the ground. A bit traumatized from the whole event.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 12:14 pm
...... Roch had gotten himself all revved up, ready for the next boss, and nothing was happening. Well. That sucked. He looked around, seeing cuddle piles and lovers together, or friends, and realized--
"Jack this is boring."
Ah Roch, have you no SOUL--oh, wait, never mind. Course you don't. The soulless punker pulled the strap of his guitar over his shoulder and sat down on the ground again to play quietly.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 12:20 pm
Freya reached out and tugged Herryk as hard as she could, trying to pull him closer, but trying to move Herryk was like trying to move a mountain. Still, she tried very hard. When she heard the sounds of Roch's guitar, she stopped tugging and craned her head up to find the reaper.
"ROCH." She called out inappropriately loudly. "COME CUDDLES THE ANIMALS WHILES WE CAN."
There was something about her voice, as wild and untamed as it sounded, that had an edge of despair still clinging to it. Her stomach gash had reopened, but she was careful to keep it hidden from view, and refused to wince at the stings of pain she felt whenever she moved.
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Lilwolfpard rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 12:27 pm
He musta hit his head or something because the ******** was going on? He saw the remains of what LOOKED like a couch...
That had teeth.
Ooohkay then. From how it looked though... everyone seemed to be mostly ok.
Flicking his six tails back and forth, the kitsune in true form made his way towards the closest student to him... which happened to be freya. Doing his best to make a frown-face he looked up at her, tilting his head to one side. "Whats going on?" He was confused... they were in battle, and suddenly not... so he felt at lost as to what was going on.
Sitting on his rump, the large blue dog-sized-fox looked up expectantly at the winged girl.
HP: 28-2=26
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 12:29 pm
"No thanks, Freya, I'm good," Roch called back. Sure he liked Ren and Jove well enough, but there was no way in hell he felt cuddly towards them--and DEFINITELY not towards Herryk.
Idly the song switched to the familiar strains of Flor de Luna, shifting into Always With You, Always With Me, then into Fur Elise. It was a slightly lonely sounding medley. The songs switched back and forth, silently saying just who he wanted to be hanging out with right now.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 12:38 pm
Herryk snorted when Roch called out in answer to Freya. It was probably the smartest thing he'd heard the punk say.
"Freya," he mumbled to the valkyrie, "come rest." He patted his bare chest with a palm. There was no telling when the next boss would come. It was best to get some rest while they could.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 12:40 pm
Savior looked down at the little fluff as it sneezed and spread some weird stuff around, and she somewhat chuckled? giggled? in response to the cuteness. It was hard to see if she was smiling or not, the mask on her face really didn't let anyone see her mouth (not that she could even smile), but at least her eyes looked happy.
At the mention of a cuddle pile, or the fact that someone else was now laying on the gryphon too, Savior made her way and found a decent place to snuggle in. Her skin was like sandpaper so it snagged a few feathers, but thankfully she was super lightweight so maybe that balanced it off.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 12:45 pm
Tybalt gave a snort at the 'cuddle pile.' They looked like a mass pile of bodies squashed together. Which they were... But with all the blood, scrapes and bruises, they looked more like corpses ready for burial rather than living bodies cuddling with one another.
The lonely tune the reaper boil began to play didn't help this image and instead of resting like he wanted, he started laughing at them.
"You guys look ridiculous." He said, rolling onto his stomach as he addressed them.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 12:57 pm
Invictus looked to Shun as though nothing had previously happened between them. Had he forgotten about it all? Unlikely, but none the less.... perhaps it was simply a separation of business and...angry horsemen rampages. Whichever worked. Either way, he seemed rather calm and uninclined to dredge up previous drama.
"I have a suspicion of what they may be." he answered to the reaper. "However, I will not share it until I am sure of it."
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 12:59 pm
Overhearing Shun and Invis conversation, Bul sauntered over in natural form with subtle curiosity. Someone here had at least some inkling of an answer but he wasn't going to bombard him with questions.
Not that he could in natural form anyway.
36/40
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