[ MOB NAME] YOUR SHADOW MOB HP: 15 HP Mob Autodamage: It only attacks back when you attack it, doing the SAME damage to you as you did to this mob. For instance, if you roll and do 5 damage, it will do 5 damage to you. This applies to everyone attacking it. Mob Special Ability: This looks exactly like you do. Who it takes the form of is the person who "summoned" ie: rolled it. It is able to talk and mimic the identical actions of you, the only difference other than it being much, much more sinister and sadistic is that it is also semi-transparent, fading to grey, around the edges. Other than that there is no difference between you and this apparition. Mob Loot: Roll 1d4 to see what you get: 1: Junkyard five card: (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_5.png). Add to journal and use here 2: Junkyard six card: (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_6.png). Add to journal and use here 3. A potato on the minis site. Redeem it here! 4. Bottled water on the minis site. Redeem it here!
Liam, leaning heavily on Austin at this point, didn't know where they were going, and wasn't sure he cared. Everything hurt to varying degrees, his skin felt raw and itchy, and scratching at it brought no form of relief. The fever, spiking dangerously in the first floor corridor, had at least started to come down. Still too hot, lightheaded and vaguely dizzy, but not to a brain-boiling degree anymore.
He was clear headed enough at the moment to realize everything that had just happened to him, and the group that had formed, was more or less his fault. They had all gotten the call on the radios, but only he'd rushed into. Thinking back on it now, he didn't know why. It made very little sense, and although he wasn't the smartest, he wasn't usually that fatally reckless.
It was the infecting, but the guilt was still there.
"Where are we going?" They'd gone up at least one flight of stairs, that much he remembered. He didn't notice the figure standing in the middle of the hall, or how eerily similar it looked to him.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 60 /100
Name: Liam Johnson Faction: University Rank: Sophmore Character's journal link:Here Weapon: Crow bar Status: 30 HP
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 9:30 pm
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[ INSIDE- ??? ROOM ] (EMOTION: TREPIDATION) There is only one room on the fourth floor, followed by one set of stairs. It is just a room, with a single, glowing computer. The computer is not plugged in but the screen is working.
It simply reads [ 90% UPLOADED ]. The bar is moving very slowly.
There is not really much else in the room. Pressing keys doesn't seem to work on the computer.
"I don't have a plan." Austin said it sharply, between clenched teeth himself -- because, in all honesty, he wasn't doing a whole lot better than Liam was. His ribs were bruised, his arm ached where he'd been struck by a crowbar, and his chest was tender from the pounding beat of his heart. Climbing the stairs hadn't exactly been the wisest choice, but by now it was too late to change directions. He hauled Liam upwards, into a new room on the fourth floor, oddly quiet.
Aside, of course, from the computer. It hummed, faintly, the words on its screen lighting up the room as he nudged Liam carefully to sit somewhere safe, out of the way.
For now, Austin also didn't notice the figure that trailed them, near silent, wearing Liam's face. He needed to sit, working carefully to strip off layers of sweater to see what his side looked like, underneath. "We can just take a moment. To breathe."
HP: 31/50
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Infection rate: 30
Character's name: Austin Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Austin ElswoodView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERHERE.
Austin's slim and a bit taller than average at 5'10' with sandy hair shorn short on the sides, longer and curly on the top. His eyes, behind a pair of thin wire thick plastic frames with the wrong prescription, are faded green and usually amused; his skin is fair, freckling in sun unless he's careful; his mouth is just a little too full, in a way that appeals to most people.
"You don't have a plan?" He chuckled, and it was perhaps the first positive noise he'd made since things had done sour in the casino. His turn to tease, but like so often, it came at the worst time, or maybe the best. Inappropriate timing, but maybe it'd cut the tension, just a little.
Obediently he kept moving his feet, one after the other, until they had reached a quiet room lit by the soft glow of a computer screen. He sat, gingerly on the floor next to a wall, and unscrewed the cap of his water bottle so he could take a drink from it.
"Okay." That sounded like a good plan. A great plan. Liam felt exhausted, to the point where he'd almost stopped feeling the wounds. They were a dull ache now, background noise that only seemed to zing when he moved too quickly, or two much. He was content to just sit, sipping from his water as he watched Austin stripping layers. A nice show, but for now he was more concerned about the damage he'd taken. "How hurt did you get?"
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and be blue rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 3Total: 8 (2-20)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 9:43 pm
"Some a*****e hit me with a crowbar," was Austin's reply: bruised, yes, but it wasn't too terrible, was only faintly purple around the red. Austin would life, for sure, he wasn't about to pass out at Liam's feet, as hilarious as that might be. He just wanted to get a look -- was about halfway stripped down -- when he looked up and caught the face in the doorway.
For a moment, he froze, just staring back at it. Liam's face in a shadow body, and it stared back at him, posture an unconscious echo of Liam's slumped position. Slowly, Austin slid up to stand, fingers wrapping around his own weapon, and took one step forward.
Liam winced, drawing a breath between his teeth. "Sorry." Though to be fair, Austin had repaid that favor. His jaw hurt, bruised and tender, and had only just begun to swell at the point of impact.
When Austin froze so did Liam, blinking in obvious puzzled concern, until he too spotted the shadow. "That's me," he pointed out uselessly, grunting as he pushed up from the wall and tugged his crowbar free. "I don't..." A pause, brows furrowed, gaze unsteady, then snapping back into focus. "This is what we saw down stairs?"
Austin swung, the shadow moved to mimic. Lip twitching up in a grimace, Liam crept forward, angling around from the side.
HP: 30 DMG: -
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and be blue rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 3Total: 13 (2-20)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 9:54 pm
"It's you, this time." A breath, considering, and then Austin swung for real: effort put into it that connected with a solid thwack across shadow Liam's chin. Of course, the reaction was swift, a perfect mirror that caught Austin the same way and left him with a new bruise, aching and tender.
He winced as Austin swung, striking the thing but taking an identical blow to the face. "Christ. You're hurt too. I'm not letting you fight it alone." Even if he wasn't in any sort of condition to do this, he still had to try. It wasn't just pride, it was so many different things going into making Liam who he was.
Of course it was exceedingly difficult when his head was still swimming, and his muscles were fatigued to the point of not responding properly. Liam swung, but the end of his crowbar whistled over the shadows head a second before an identical one zipped over his own.
HP: 30 DMG: really son?
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4, 4Total: 8 (2-20)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 10:02 pm
"At least I can actually hit the damned thing," Austin bit back. And then, predictable, his swing went wide, catching nothing but air.
"Or can you?" Huffing, out of breath, he tried again.
This time it connected, hard, the tip smacking solidly against the shadow's chest. He didn't have time to brace for the retaliation. It took his breath away, knocking him back to land hard on his a**, with a hand slapping against the floor to keep his back from touching the floor. Regardless, it still hurt. Still had him gasping, pained.
HP: 22 DMG: 8
MOB: 2
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9, 2Total: 11 (2-20)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 10:06 pm
Despite himself, Austin was actually a bit impressed -- Liam had hit hard [and been hit hard in return] and had left the monster staggering, weak. It didn't detract him from his goal, though: he stepped in to finish it off and, once it was down and starting to fall to pieces, he kept hitting it until it was mush and his crowbar struck the ground, instead.
Then he dropped down to sit, weakly, next to Liam, still half-dressed with his glasses crooked and his hair mussed. Austin looked tired, mostly. Maybe even too tired to tease.
In the same boat, then. Liam looked about ready to fall over, and the dark spots in his clothing were getting bigger. He touched one gingerly, a bite on the curve of his left shoulder, and sighed when his fingers came away tinged with red. "What a mess." He looked like hell, he had to with his bad he felt. Carefully, moving his back and shoulders as little as possible, he peeled the sweater down his arms and pulled it into his lap so he could look at the slice across the back of it. "Jesus." No wonder he hurt so much.
He wanted the other shirts off, wanted see just how bit up he was, and started to reach back to grab a handful of material when he paused, wincing, then blinking up at Aystin, reachong out to nudge his glasses back up his nose. "A little help, please? I think I have bandages." If not, he could at the very least clean himself up a bit with the towel. And this was a hospital. There was probably bandages in here somewhere, if they were willing to go look for them.
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and be blue rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-4)
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:54 am
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Bottled water on the minis site.
Austin tipped his head to take in Liam's injuries -- and puffed out just a faint sigh. He wanted to say they were no big deal, but they kind of were, and that was annoying. He was all bruises and blunt force, things that made him too tender to move properly, but there was almost nothing that had actually broken the skin.
So he levered himself to root around, coming up with a bottle of water but not a whole lot useful. A roll of paper towels. Another rag, but this looked like it had been used for cleaning, was filthy. They'd be wiser to stick with what Liam had.
When he patted Liam's back down, finally, it was almost dainty, like he didn't want to touch it. Probably because he didn't. "This sucks."
He waited as Austin looked around, gaze sliding around the room slowly as one hand disappeared into his bag and came out with the corner of the towel he'd found a few days ago. It was, for the most part, clean. He tried to take care of what limited items he had, prolonging their longevity as much as possible.
Something dark was sticking out from under the edge of his bag, card. He pulled it out, flipping it back and forth, then slid it into one of his pockets. It probably wasn't anything, but he didn't feel like worrying about it just then.
Shirts off, Liam braced has hands on his ankles, leaning forward on them as Austin set to work patting at his back. It was gentle, almost delicate, and utterly unexpected. Making what could have been a torturous ordeal mostly bearable. There was only the occasional sharp draw of breath or sound of pain, but for the most part he sat quietly and still until Austin spoke again. "Yeah, it does." Not just the injuries, but whatever was in the air, effecting there moods. Even here Liam felt it, A soft nagging, the incessant itch that spread across his skin, and the barely-there murmur of voices. He was trying to ignore it all the best he could. Austin proved a good distraction, in general, and in the soft pats against his back.
"It was a shadow," he spoke up again after a couple minutes. "The thing that did the worst of it."
[looted a card, 6]
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 12:31 pm
"Mostly shadows beating the s**t out of me, too." Which was a not-too-subtle reminder that Austin hurt, too, that he was injured, too, that why was he the one tending to Liam here again exactly? It made him pause, grimacing down at the towel in his hand, and then at Liam's bare spine. That, at least, he could work with, carefully drying the other man off so that he could settle slowly, warm, in against Liam's skin.
The worst timing ever, yes. But they both had adrenaline, at least, and maybe he could take advantage of that. Austin looped an arm loosely around Liam's stomach, and spoke absently, near his ear. "Better?"
"This one was different," he added, frowning thoughtfully, fingers digging just a little into his own ankles as Austin got to a particularly tender spot. "It didn't look like anyone we now. It didn't even really look human." He shuddered, a combination of cool water and the memory of what had chased him through the halls when he'd first arrived. "It had a...a..."
He trailed off as he felt a warm weight settle against him, fumbling over his words. Goosebumps spreading in a rush across his arms with the slid of an arm around his stomach and warm air in a tickling brush across the back of his ear.
His answer was a soft sound and the gradual release of tension through his shoulders. Slowly, he sat up a little straighter, leaning back into Austin and lifting his head to tip it towards him. "You're going to get blood on you." It wasn't exactly a protest, not with the way Liam's hand came up to smooth fingers and palm along the arm that was wrapped around him.
