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 Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 4:57 pm
[[ this here is a battle in the jungle and astra doesn't know how to roll dice OKAY omg why self why ]]
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its me debz rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 4:58 pm
The demon laughed, striking out at the man's form. A trap had snared the demon's boot, damaging the leather AND their foot. Tch. "Hello again, rude boil who is, in fact, not a reaper." They blinked large, black eyes at Rep, inspecting him. "We meet again, it seems." OOC Aleria is targeting Rep! Turns used: 1 / 3 turns Damage done: 0 Additional mechanics/ bonus mechanics to be noted: n/a Fear charges used: 0 / 1 Total HP remaining: 25 / 30 Total points remaining: 28 / 30 Status of character: Year 1 Demon - Arctic Flora. Seven feet tall, half shaved head, white hair to shoulders. Pale green skin, all black eyes, claws, and fangs. Dressed in this right outfit, but with a sleeveless dress instead. Thorned vines for horns. A red famine flower at the base of left horn horn, and some vines actually PIERCE the skin below the left eye.
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Baneful rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 5:07 pm
"The horsemen ******** had it coming, right?" he snarled defensively, like a cornered animal, far too aware of his own vulnerability out here. "It was ******** self defense." He backed up, left with nothing to summon to defend himself. However, his thoughts of retreat went right out of the window as a hiss behind him sent chills down his spine. Nope.
"Go the ******** back where you came from." he spat, swinging out in a punch that was far from the usual arcing blow of Tracey.
OOC  Damage being done: 1 Points remaining: 29/ 30 Total HP remaining: 25/30 Total HP of ZONE remaining: 50/50 Number of bandages used: 0/ 3 Status of character: Intermediate Sun Hunter (solely for the sake of point calculations. IC rank wise he's sub-trainee) Medium height tattooed b*****d with a loud very Scottish accent.
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its me debz rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 5:24 pm
"But now it is you who must pay, hm?" The demon growled, their voice scratchy in their throat. Their memories of this one were of pain and attacking and coarse language.
Aleria itched to use their vines, to how this one what it meant to be afraid-- but did not. They curled in the frigid creature's mind, displeased by the thought of work.
They raised their arms, gesturing to the jungle around them. "I am from the world of plants, I may not be from here...but the trees, and the plants? The snakes and the insects? They are my kind, my brethren. I am more comfortable here than most. "
They raked outwards with a clawed hand, their nails inky black.OOC Aleria is targeting Rep! Turns used: 2 / 3 turns Damage done: 1 Additional mechanics/ bonus mechanics to be noted: n/a Fear charges used: 0 / 1 Total HP remaining: 24 / 30 Total points remaining: 28 / 30 Status of character: Year 1 Demon - Arctic Flora. Seven feet tall, half shaved head, white hair to shoulders. Pale green skin, all black eyes, claws, and fangs. Dressed in this right outfit, but with a sleeveless dress instead. Thorned vines for horns. A red famine flower at the base of left horn horn, and some vines actually PIERCE the skin below the left eye.
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Baneful rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 5:41 pm
The readhead felt the sharp claws rake against Tracey's weak shield and tried to get distance between them both, hindered by the tight awkward terrain of the jungle itself. Caught up in vines fleetingly he wriggled free and jabbed a finger viciously in their direction.
"Aye? Well know what? I ******** HATE PLANTS" Plants were the reason he had to tolerate vegetables and consequentially vegetarians and for this he wouldn't readily forgive them. Adding to this fact the horrible writhing memories of the vines, the vines he sometimes when he was tired, still imagined he could still feel slithering under his skin - he really wasn't keen on the world of plants.
"I hate snakes. I hate insects. And therefore. I ******** hate you. Whatever the ******** you are." And again, riding on the coattails of a very familiar and satisfying sort of rage, he swung out, aiming at the creature, he still couldn't begin to guess its gender. Somehow that made it worse.
OOC Damage being done: 3 Points remaining: 29/ 30 Total HP remaining: 19/30 Total HP of ZONE remaining: 50/50 Number of bandages used: 0/ 3 Status of character: Intermediate Sun Hunter (solely for the sake of point calculations. IC rank wise he's sub-trainee) Medium height tattooed b*****d with a loud very Scottish accent.
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its me debz rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 6:05 pm
Aleria looked downright offended, and damn near flabbergasted. It was like someone called their mother fat, or made some sort of unsavoury joke.
"But-!" They didn't get a chance to protest further, sent reeling by a fist to the face.
"You are the least civilised, most uncouth jerk I've had the displeasure of meeting! Fisticuffs! Really!"
Irritated, Aleria loomed over Rep, shoving him as hard as they could towards the ground. "Your insults towards the things I hold dear is downright cruel, I will have you know."OOC Aleria is targeting Rep! Turns used: 3 / 3 turns Damage done: 4 Additional mechanics/ bonus mechanics to be noted: n/a Fear charges used: 0 / 1 Total HP remaining: 21 / 30 Total points remaining: 28 / 30 Status of character: Year 1 Demon - Arctic Flora. Seven feet tall, half shaved head, white hair to shoulders. Pale green skin, all black eyes, claws, and fangs. Dressed in this right outfit, but with a sleeveless dress instead. Thorned vines for horns. A red famine flower at the base of left horn horn, and some vines actually PIERCE the skin below the left eye.
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Baneful rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 6:27 pm
Rep couldn't help but smirk as his fist connected satisfyingly with face.
"Aye man. Put up your dukes." he chuckled, looking more relaxed than he felt. In his head Tracey was having little fallen angel panic attacks about his shield and how low it was quickly getting.
He reeled, not expecting a shove of all things, hitting the ground with a snarl. He quickly scrabbled to his feet and once again swung out, but this time with intent of deterring the damn thing long enough to run past it and hopefully to the safety of his peers.
"You call me uncivilised, I'm not the one ******** attacking the unarmed man. Typical ******** leaf-lover. Go kiss a ******** lettuce you tit."
OOC Damage being done: MISS Points remaining: 29/ 30 Total HP remaining: 10/30 Total HP of ZONE remaining: 50/50 Number of bandages used: 0/ 3 Status of character: Intermediate Sun Hunter (solely for the sake of point calculations. IC rank wise he's sub-trainee) Medium height tattooed b*****d with a loud very Scottish accent.
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