[Open Class] Make a legal document and... (Ruth+Andrew)

[Huni Pi]

NAME OF CLASS: Make a legal document and...
PROFESSOR NAME Professor Q. B.

General information: Professor Q. B. is a renowned Halloween citizen that has traveled both Halloween and the Human World in their study of the Fear arts and has guest lectured in many established Halloween academies. Their specialty is of course, helping manifest Fear to a stronger form in desperate battle situations. Students will be learning how to make themselves stronger by invoking their hidden powers within!

Mechanics: The course itself is simply a classroom, with no chairs, or tables, or anything, in fact, it seems to be just one big white room. There is a large black swirling hole at the base of the room and upon jumping in-

- You suddenly feel very magical. You are wearing way more colour than you are used to, and good Jack, are those frills? Yes all boys yes, yes you are also wearing a skirt.

Before you can ponder this horrible and slightly traumatic change of events, you look around: you seem to be in a strange bizzare dimension where everything seems jaunty and disjointed. An eerie chanting echoes in the background along with what seems like thousands of ringing bells. Small equally disjointed creatures, some sporting entirely random limbs but no head, others with only a pair of eyes, a nose, even just a single eye scuttle by, brushing against your legs. As you take a step forward, the path in front of you begins to warp and spin, colours turning into shapes and into shadows, the cycle repeating spontaneously and endlessly.

At last, after what seems like forever, you reach the end. A creature awaits you: for each person it is different, at first it is simply a large butterfly unfurling its wings as it attempts to break out of its chrysalis until what emerges is what students themselves fear the most, from their relatives, to an Amityville professor, to even a Hunter. The outline however, of the shape, blurs and distorts, at times it is that figure, at other times, it is simply a blur of black shadows and uneven colours and textures.

And then, as you feel you are being consumed by the figure, everything blurring together at once into a mound of chaos, you can't even remember who you are, until a voice calls to you.

"Invoke your Fear, remember yourselves, and fight back!"

Intimidated, you take a step back, and then realize, in a circle around you is a ring of simple swords. If you are a reaper, you may choose to use your own weapon instead and summon it at this point. You hear the voice again, telling you to manifest your Fear into the sword to make it work, and you try to focus, focusing your powers, attempting to transfer your Fear ability onto the blade. Finally, some success, the blade of the sword flickers, weakly, with an aura corresponding to your own Fear. As you swing it experimentally, the sword unleashes an arc of your Fear, from a shadowy dark black to a flaming blaze of fire, or even just even a stronger blow that knocks everything back. You feel powerful, and the music in the background seems to have changed to something a little more upbeat.

ROUND 1

ROUND 1: VERSUS THE FAMILIARS

- You are fighting the strange things scuttling around your legs, the boss is still too far away! You use your sword to strike them around you, satisfied as some scuttle away.
- You must rp out each post
- You need to clear 5 waves of familiars. Roll 2d12 and subtract 6 from the result, you CANNOT use your Fear attack (as this is manifesting/combined with your sword at the moment). You cannot heal or do anything other than roll the 2d12 -6.
- If your rolled result is higher than a 6 you clear one wave.
- Every time you roll, you take 3 damage, even if you miss! Make sure at the bottom of each of your rolls to post your damage you do (success or miss) and then your total hp value.
- After five SUCCESSFUL clears you move on to round 2. BEFORE CLEARING YOU GET A FREE HEAL. Roll 2d20 to determine your heal.
- If you hit 0 HP you immediately warp out! You are back in the white room, and have to TRY EVERYTHING AGAIN.

ROUND 2

ROUND 2: VERSUS THE BOSS
- The boss seems to practically be waiting for you. Its one disjointed arm summons you forward, its figure suddenly focused. You feel as if you are fighting your greatest opponent, and that in this moment of desperation, every move you made mattered.
- You must rp out each post
- THE BOSS HAS 50 HP. Roll 2d12 and subtract 6 from the result, you CANNOT use your Fear attack (as this is manifesting/combined with your sword at the moment). You cannot heal or do anything other than roll the 2d12 -6. At the end of each roll post, make sure to post your current HP, and the HP of the boss.
- Every time you roll, you take 5 damage from the boss, even if you miss!
- If you hit 0 HP you immediately warp out! You are back in the white room, and have to TRY EVERYTHING AGAIN.
- If the boss HP hits 0, you have defeated it! If you AND the boss hit 0, there is a moment of silence, the boss takes one step back and... you are warped back before you see the result ): too bad you have to try again (fail).

YOU DEFEATED THE BOSS AND...

- The boss simple freezes up, the world around you stopping, the colours bleeding to black. Then, with a loud crackle and a whoosh, everything condenses together into one small object. As you go to examine it, the object itself splits in two, a small shadow escaping from it before dissipating into nothingness. On the bright side, the music has also stopped and you are at least dressed normally again.

You don't notice the pair of blinking red eyes staring at you from the corner, or do you?

Bonus Mechanics

Bonus Mechanics:
- If you are a REAPER or DEMON you do an additional +1 damage after damage calculations to everything.
- If you are an UNDEAD or MONSTER you do - 1 damage after damage calculations to everything
- If you are a GHOST you take -1 damage every time you roll

YOU COMPLETE THE CLASS WHEN

You defeat the boss, duh

 

[Huni Pi]

Ruth had only heard about the class in passing. Why she hadn't attended it before when she was still a first year was unknown. She was probably busy creeple watching or some such. But as a second year, she had to be different, which meant she had to treat her studies with more zest and zeal than she had. Of course, it figured that she wouldn't be amongst a sea of unfamiliar faces, but the last person she had expected to meet was Andrew!

From beneath the bill of her newsboy cap, her blue eyes grew wide at the sight of the fire demon. She pointed at him, then at the placard that indicated what the room behind the doors was, then finally drew a question mark in the air. She didn't think a boil of his ability would even need to attend such a course!

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[phantompanther13]

Any thoughts on his abilities were grossly overestimated by both Ruth and Blonde. In fact his motivation for actually complete classes had recently dwindled into the usual mode of summer heat and increasingly frequent trips home to celebrate the summer festival.

Still when he spotted a familur slit-house he wandered over, wondering at the sign. Contract? It perked his interest.

"Hey Blondie, you weren't thinking of trying to do a class or two?" he shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at the sign, swishing his tail lazily behind him. He hadn't done this class... and he was bored. Maybe the ghoul simply wanted company?

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[Huni Pi]

With the persona properly in charge, Ruth gave a little pout as she tilted her head downwards. She gestured to the classroom door then to herself, her shoes scuffling against the floor as if unsure of what she wanted. Then she gave a non-committal shrug in answer to his answer, figuring he would either ignore her and go in anyway. Or he would do what he'd done the last time, which was not-so-subtly lead her around.

Ruth hoped it was the latter.

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[phantompanther13]

Reading the ghoul had become quite bothersome. It seemed she was on the hinge of making some kind of decision. Wither to go in or not. It was almost... cute.

Classes were boring, he would rather continue his wanderings but... this ghoul was interesting. "What it's just a class. You don't need to be shy." he held out a wing, there was no escape. "Come on, I'll go with you." He might regret this later, he would probably regret it later. But Hell, she was now one of his "friends" aka minion. Yes. He would make his little minion do class.

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[Huni Pi]

Inwardly, Ruth smiled that the boil was going to accompany her. It wasn't that she was afraid or genuinely shy about the class, but she had a new image to manage. Besides, it would be at least interesting to see how well she performed when compared to Andrew.

With a wing ushering her through the doors, Ruth showed no reaction when they walked into a big, white room. Huh. There didn't seem to be any indication on what they should be doing here. No teacher, no teaching assistant, there wasn't even a blackboard or a note!

But there was a large, black swirling hole and while Ruth would have just plunged in without thinking, Blonde's initial reaction would have her stepping back and pressing close against Andrew. For support or protection, whichever the boil was willing to provide.

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[phantompanther13]

Andrew looked about the room staring at the strange silence. "Well this is..." what was the ghoul doing? It was one thing for her to touch his wings another to suddenly use him as a leaning post. He paused and stared at her tail twitching in irritation. "I'm not a leaning post." support and protection were things Blondie would have to find elsewhere. Andrew was not cuddly. Fire licked at his finger tips. Did she really want to huddle against the thing that was on fire?


"Come on lets go check it out." He didn't know why he wanted to jump through the hole it had bad idea written all over it. But it was better then awkwardly letting the ghoul touch him. (Really wings were one thing the rest of him, nope. Especially not his tail, nope.) He pulled away from her and jumped first.... and pretty much immediately regretted his decision.

His usual clothing had vanished replaced by a skirt. A skirt!




No it was a dress including red high heels that he couldn't figure out how to stand in and and ribbons that had tied themselves neatly around his horns. To complete the look the ribbons secured little Fire flowers to his horns. to be short he looked atrocious.

"Oh Jacken hell!"

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*laughs evilly*

 

[Huni Pi]

Following the boil's lead, Ruth went down the rabbit QB contract black hole and was alarmed to find her clothing had changed. Her cap was missing! It was instead replaced by ribbons on either side of her head. The conservative, nondescript uniform she favored was replaced by a different sort of uniform, and the color scheme suggested she was better off with a feather duster as opposed to her steel pipe.

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Whatever caused her to don this new garb also caused a shadow to fall across her face, thankfully hiding her eyes. The shoes were less than ideal but when she began to search for Andrew, she was so, so grateful with what she got.

A little bit of Ruth managed to sneak past Blondie's persona, a silent snicker that she tried to hide behind a hand. And when she was sure she had his attention, she gave him a thumb's up sign as she bit her lower lip, trembling in suppressed laughter.

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[phantompanther13]

"Well at least it wasn't just me... wait is that a butt bow?" his tail twitched and he tried too peer over his shoulder. he couldn't see very well but he was fairly certain that there was a red butt bow attached to his back. "Oh Jack, someone kill me now."

He moaned a little tail swishing form side to side trying to disentangle it's self from the bow hanging by it. This was not his style, not his style at all.

Why are you... whatever." he couldn't read her very well at the moment and his tail was just burning in embarrassment. It was about then that he started to take note of his surroundings. "Ahhh.... I think we are in trouble." there were dozens of things... He stepped forward finding himself in some strange spinning world. he looked back. "Blondie... stay close."

As they approached the center there was something a butterfly that turned into.... he shook himself hardly believing his eyes, it was his mother drenched, her fires gone from her horns and in her hands was an oddly familur pair of rusty scissors.

"What the Jackin hell?"

Huni pi

she probably can't see what he sees.

 

[Huni Pi]

Ruth clasped her hands together in front of her, trying to make placating gestures and postures at Andrew's visible discomfort. Secretly she was wishing she had her skellular phone so she could take pictures but all thought of mischief and teasing came to a grinding halt when a cocoon of shadows spawned before them.

She didn't know whether Andrew could see what she was seeing, it looked like he was looking at something else. But that didn't matter because the darkness unfurled and revealed a hideously misshapen form. The blurring, twisting motion made Ruth recall her parents and their perception fields. Cold dread twisted in her gut and the light from the demon boil all but winks out from her line of sight.

She was too focused on the form that could have been her parents. And she didn't even think twice when the unseen voice commanded an attack. She came out swinging, her steel pipe striking and dispersing. Later on, she would rationalize that the Shrinking Violet simply gave into the unseen voice's order, that was all.

And surely, there had to be an immeasurable amount of suppressed rage building up in someone like that. Brandishing the steel pipe, she glanced around to see how Andrew fared.

HP: 37/40
Damage Dealt: 4
Wave: 1/5

phantompanther13

Do you think it'll be easier if they were "separated" for round 1?

 

[phantompanther13]

Andrew might have been having a mild panic. It was hard to breath and his tail flicked between dangerously low and flaming high. Even the voice was not enough to shake him from his terror stricken stake. His dreams had followed him into reality. "Mother... no." he mumbled. Had he been a little less panic he probably would have taken one of the swords.

If Blondie asked later he would probably tell her he just couldn't figure out how to move in the dumb shoes. But she was in luck, he was too busy starting at that thing to even realize she was suddenly so aggressive.

HP: 37/40
Damage Dealt: 0
Wave: -/5

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We can do that.

 

[Huni Pi]

Luck was on Ruth's side. Innate resentment for what she feared, coupled with a constant rationalization and growing up with a strict regiment of emotion-denial allowed her to focus on banishing the shadows. Her clothing, while more revealing than she would have liked, at least allowed her ease of movement and her shoes were gratefully not the high-heeled variety.

Perhaps, when the mood struck her and the timing was perfect, she could offer Andrew lessons on walking in 3-inch stilettos. Right now, the pipe and the shadows and the darkness were consuming her attention.

HP: 34/40
Damage: 3
Wave: 2/5

phantompanther13

 

[phantompanther13]

After being bitten by one of those things, whatever the Hell they were he seemed to wake from his shock.

Blondie didn't know who it was. Clearly. She seemed unphased. And was... taking those things out with a lead pipe. Andrew grabbed a sword and swing down and then immediately twisted his ankle. "Owe. Jack Damn it." he spread his wings and flapped righting himself and then took to the air, not that there was much space to move in but he sure as hell wasn't walking in those things. that and the waves seemed to climb on each other to get to him.

HP: 31/40
Damage Dealt: 2
Wave: 0/5 ((ignore dice here, apparently I can't read rules))

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[Huni Pi]

Ruth allowed herself a break in her concentration when she heard Andrew's yelp. Oh dear, while the boil looked smoking in those heels, he was having a hard time moving in them. In all fairness, heels were something you learned to walk in and got better at over time. At least his wings weren't encumbered by all the ribbons and bows. In fact, they trailed artistically as he got airborne and Ruth wanted to clap in approval. The shadowy things were less threatening now that Ruth was certain that her parents were not present.

But one shifted to resemble her father and the memory of the dossier had her waling on the figure mercilessly. Clearly there are some unresolved issues coming to light in the darkness.

HP: 31/40
Damage: 7
Wave: 3/5

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[phantompanther13]

((re rolling last roll because apparently I can't read rules.))

HP: 31/40
Damage Dealt: 14
Wave: 1/5