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 Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 1:31 am
He felt free, now, to roam across the world as if he owned it, because by birth and blood right, he did. That was the most important thing that Medea and her ilk could instill into a creature like Lurks: that power was his, that power was natural, and that he'd get more of it by staying with her. And so he did, smiling, skittering along the ground in a haze of shadowy bugs, cape and scarf in tatters against the wind, approaching the outskirts of a hunter base. Perhaps there would be a patrol here, for him to see. For him to play with.
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lizbot rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 1:46 am
She'd started signing up for the once a week check-ups on bases, just a quick in and out. Make sure it's still standing. Make sure it's not filled with bug puppets. See if there's anything that needs replenished or repaired. Half the time the hunters staying there weren't even around. Part of it was her interest in the area, established even before Taym's ******** mission.
But mostly, she wanted to see if maybe she'd catch a glimpse of that Thing and smash its ******** face in a few more times for it's intolerable ******** encroachments.
She had a mind for recalling conversations, and after the tower she'd gone over them time and again. Had gone over that awful series of texts and Taym's recovery and the recent confrontation. All of it stuck with her, clinging in ugly bits and pieces that could only be washed away with...well...
...they didn't really bleed, now did they?
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its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 1:46 am
With the childish wonder he possessed, Lurks went inside, uninhibited. Dozens of wispy legs tracked against the walls, flying from his footsteps, escaping from his mouth. It wasn't until he turned a corner that he saw her. "Oh," he said, smiling in a way that was not very friendly at all, his shadows snapping back into his body all at once. "It's you."
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lizbot rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 9:22 pm
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its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 2:23 am
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 2:26 am
"Are you alone?" he asked, head tilted unnaturally far to the side. It was an important question to ask: the implications were obvious. Lurks cared not if she had a legion of fighters with her, he wanted to know if the Original had accompanied her, a shadow to her undesired flame. He remembered how she had been selfish when bequeathed with the honour of becoming a horseman, no matter how temporary the transformation had been. Where the Original had accepted his moth-wreath crown with the sincerest of appreciation-- and perhaps arrogance that had needed beating out of him-- to her, it had been an invitation expected. And here she was, now, a fury in her awakened by his presence. He could see it in how she tensed her muscles, the contortion of her face, the clenched fists. He did not care. hp// 40 dmg// 0 charge// 0/3
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 2:30 am
Stryker was in her hand and blurring toward it in an attack that proved sloppy for her lack of thought and stance, barely nicking the thing's robed form. "He's not here, if that's why you're askin'," she answered, eyes narrow and jaw tight. And of course it was why. The creature's fondness toward Taym, the awful ******** affection, filled America with an uneasy disgust that had less, in all honestly, to do with the thing in front of her, and so much more with the idea that Taym, in some small way, returned it. The other ones had hurt and scared him, but this one... this one had different hooks entirely.HP: 50 Dmg: 2 Charge: 1/3
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 2:50 am
Lurks hissed his reply, dashing out of the way a second too late, sliding around the red one to slash at the red one with the blunts of his fingers, snarling as he did. "I miss him," he said, in a way that implied he had known the Original well enough to miss, that it was he that the Original should be with. It was true: the Mother had even lost all of the copies, stupid as they had been. The nest of Nest was gone, and now the Original always remained out of bounds. Lurks missed having a pet. hp// 38 dmg// 5 charge// 1/3
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 6
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 3:08 am
Its fingers scraped jarringly against her shield, and once again Stryker shrieked in her head, though this time as much from pain as rage. "I'm sure you ******** do," America hissed at she held the bladed ball in hand and simply punched at it. "What do you miss most, huh? The other one torturing him? Keeping him against his will? Treating him like a ******** pet?" HP: 45 Dmg: 9 Charge: 2/3
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 4:52 pm
"Torture?" Lurks scoffed, bearing down and accepting the very painful blow, howling in fury and sorrow and resentment and malice. "He was mine to play with! He was a gift!" Lurks lashed out with his scythe, missing as the red one deftly avoided it, making him stomp his foot in frustration, wordless, skittering around on all fours to circle around behind her. hp// 29 dmg// POTATOMAN charge// 1/3
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 9:40 pm
Trying her best to avoid its crazed movements, America darted in and punched the thing's face, Stryker's chain wrapped around her fist. "That a*****e is no one's gift,
Chest heaving, she continued shouting as they moved, "What's the names of his pet, huh? I bet you don't even know the name of his weapon! And you probably only know one of his! Don't act like you two share some kind of special ******** bond when you only knew him, an awful and unhappy him, for just a couple weeks!" Her voice raised with righteous anger as venom and hatred continued to pour from her mouth.
The familiarity it assumed, that ******** hug...
It had talked, during the battle in that tower, about keeping them as pets. About breeding them and wasn't that sick? Wasn't that a terrible thing to hear when the only children she could ever have would be abominations? But none of the words it spoke, then or now, truly made up for the offense of that hug. It was like seeing that selfie of him and Jan all over again, except this time she was there and Taym was the Real Deal.
HP: 45
Dmg: 6
Charge: 3/3
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 9
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2014 1:03 am
Lurks howled again as the red one hit him again, infuriated that she dared to compare herself to him. He was a horseman, and taking and ruining was his birthright, it was his nature, and malice was his blessing. Instead of a verbal reply, the huntress got a swirling mass of fabric and wings and shadows, raining down around them in a visually impressive but essentially useless swarm. (He had been strong, once, as a swarm, but not now. There was no destruction left inside him, to lend him its strength.) He clawed at her, aiming for her face and eyes and mouth because they knew and saw and talked too much. "Everything that lives," the scavenger hissed, bristling with fury, "deserves to be mine." As if the onus of ownership was on the servants to offer up. As if entitlement to them was not even a question, but a given. As if Lurks Beneath truly and really believed such a notion, as if his world view was founded upon it. "Maybe only one or two weeks. For now. I will live for many many years, and humans get old, and I do not." hp// 23 dmg// 6 charge// 2/3
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lizbot rolled 7 4-sided dice:
3, 4, 1, 2, 2, 4, 4
Total: 20 (7-28)
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 11:51 pm
Skeletal hands raked across her face, narrowly missing an eye. She felt its fingers nearly enter her mouth and that somehow seemed the greater threat, sending uneasy chills down her spine that its words did not. "Unless we take you first," the redhead hissed, snapping Stryker out and then back, leaving only a ball of fire in the weapon's wake. A breath later, the horseman was engulfed in flames and she shouted, "WE CAN DO THAT! WE CAN CAPTURE YOU. WE CAN CHANGE YOU INTO SOMETHING WE CAN USE."HP: 39 Dmg: 17 Charge: using
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2014 12:38 am
Lurks scoffed before he was set aflame, black robe burning around the edges, tattering even further. He fell to his knees, shuddering and yowling from the searing heat coursing across his bones, and laughed. Bright and joyous and amused, too arrogant to truly grasp the threat, to understand that it was feasible, even if Lurks had bore witness to what had happened to Death himself. "Maybe," he crooned, staggering to his feet before flinging his scythe at the red one, inflicting a glancing blow before disappearing, fear returning to its source like a boomerang. "We will see." hp// 6 dmg// 3 charge// 3/3
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 2
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2014 12:45 am
Hissing at the ugly feeling of it's blade against her shield, America lashed out with Stryker's chain, this time not seeking to harm but bind the thing. Bind it and take it back and let it receive the sort of treatment it sought to deal out to all those it felt entitled to!HP: 36 Dmg: 4 Charge: 1/3
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