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 Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 8:54 pm
MAIN HQ: gaia_star MOBS: Roll 1d6. This is the AMOUNT of mobs you spawn. Each mob has 5HP for a CUMULATIVE HP pool of 5 times whatever dice roll amount you spawned. Every time a mob is defeated, they do -5 auto damage to you! If you need help in your RP, remember you can tag it as SOS. If you are a Y1 student, they only do -2 auto damage. gaia_star [ RARE BOSS SPAWN ]: If you are a final stage character, you can CHOOSE to spawn a rare boss. This is a shadow Hunter with a menacing figure at 60/60 HP and -5 auto damage a turn. Defeating it will ??? ??? (quote Zoobey).
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Nothing Yet rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 8:57 pm
"Hellooooo?" Thackery called out, hands cupped in an attempt to magnify his voice. "Anyone here? Helloooo? Promise I'm not a bad person!"
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Molten Tigrex rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 9:06 pm
There was a brief shout, followed by the unmistakable sound of something snapping with a wet crunch. Aymet appeared around the corner, his claws and armor slick with the shadowy black remains of another enemy. He looked up immediately, eyes flaring. "Thackery!? What are you doing here?" ooc gaia_crown [ MY CHARACTER'S REAL NAME ] Aymet gaia_crown [ MY CHARACTER'S HP ] 30/60 gaia_crown [ LINK TO MY ACTUAL CHARACTER's JOURNAL ] here gaia_crown [ MY CHARACTER'S CLOTHING EQUIPPED gaia_crown MY CHARCATER'S BONUS ITEMS:  - 1 rare shirt ( +10 bonus HP on top of your existing for the rest of this meta) - 1 uncommon pants (+2 additional attack on top of your attack PER turn INCLUDING FEAR ATTACKS), so if you do 0 damage, it's 0+2) +1 maxed arcana card. You can use this any time to heal your character 20 HP. (Or another character/quote them!).
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Molten Tigrex rolled 6 10-sided dice:
2, 4, 10, 10, 3, 10
Total: 39 (6-60)
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 9:15 pm
There was a sudden commotion behind Aymet, as several more shadowy hunters clamored to fight him, weapons raised.
Aymet spread his wings with a snarl and eviscerated them in quick succession, scattering a few more silhouetted bodies at his feet as he stepped over them.
HP: 15/60
DMG: 21 +6
MOBS: 0/15 KO
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Nothing Yet rolled 10 4-sided dice:
2, 1, 3, 1, 4, 1, 1, 1, 2, 3
Total: 19 (10-40)
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 9:20 pm
Thackery's eyes widened at the sight of his friend, his smile brightening just a bit. Either he had failed to see the shadowy carnage that Aymet was leaving in his wake, or he was exceptional at ignoring things out of existence and replacing them only with good things.
"Hiiii Aymet!" He darted in a circle around him and leapt up on his back with an ease that suggested he'd had some practice at this. From there, he squeezed his arms around him in a hug - one that warmed beneath his touch before shifting to a more refreshing chill.
"Dunno why I'm here! Maybe for the same reason you're here! Did you notice it's all like, shadows and stuff? Maybe you made it! Maybe--"
He gasped, because there was a mirror.
"Maybe we both made this!"
Healed Aymet for: 17+20=37
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 9:26 pm
Behind the mirror is none other than the Amityville Academy as it actually should have been. It confirms that you are trapped within this dream, as you look closer to the mirror. Examining it reveals it is just a mirror, and shattering it well-
- After a while it rebuilds itself. You are stuck here.
The mirror shifts. You can see that the school turn into a massive cage, larger than you've ever seen. How did you get here? What is this cage? You can't see anything but the cage on the other side.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 9:36 pm
No mirror was ever just a mirror to Thackery. Every one of them could do something really special - he particularly liked that they could all duplicate him, which was neat - but every new mirror meant a new possibility of finding Mordred. A mirror was the best way to get to him, Thackery thought, and he'd thought about this a whole lot.
A whole lot.
"It's a mirror!" he cheerfully observed, gesturing for Aymet to come and look. "Here! Here, I have an idea!"
He held one arm out towards the mirror's surface, tilting it so the violet key imprinted there was clearly visible.
"Mordreeeeed? Prince Moooordred? Are you in there?" Just in case he--the key--wasn't enticing enough as a still image, he gently shook his wrist once or twice, as if to jingle the key like he was actually holding it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 10:14 pm
Thackery would feel the sensation of a hand taking his own. There was nobody there, but the gentle pressure was undeniable.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 10:33 pm
There was a soft, adoring gasp as Thackery felt the hand grasping his. Aymet may or may not have heard it, depending on how active his current state of combat was. " You're here," he whispered, as quietly as a Thackery could whisper, and squeezed the hand in return. " Can you come out now? I'll open up the door if I've got to!" With his eyes closed, a look of contentment radiating from the top of his head to the end of his happily wagging tail, he pressed his cheek against the mirror and sighed the dreamiest of sighs.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 10:41 pm
There's a small tug, and then Thack is through the mirror and into a...room? A dressing room. An inventory. There's clothes and cards stacked neatly about him. Touching them reveals information menus that are not helpful in any way. A figure, taller than Thackery, but not exactly huge, was inspecting the clothing. There's two more mirrors on the sides of the room. One says, Back to Character Select. The other says, Exit.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 10:55 pm
None of this was in the slightest bit odd to Thackery, who immediately accepted it in stride. He especially accepted the little flutter he felt as he was pulled through the mirror and into a really fancy closet. "Um," he began, totally casual as he began to inspect the clothes too, really cool about all this, "do you know where my Prince--um, Prince Mordred is?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 11:14 pm
The figure turned, and for a moment it was definitely Mordred, but then his face broke down into pixels. With a sigh, he tried nudging the pixels back into place. "This is so... modern." He almost got his face into back Mordred-shape but then it blacked out completely. "Hello, Key Bearer." The face flickered back on again once, and was once again perfectly Thackery's prince. Again, it slipped into pixels that shifted and tried to fall. "This is not, strictly," he confided, "my domain."
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 11:24 pm
"I don't know about this," Aymet mumbled to himself, arms crossed. He'd seen for himself that the other side of the mirrors only led to some kind of cage, or predicted one. It didn't bode well. He kept glancing over one shoulder, in case any more hunter lookalikes decided to come back for round two. But Aymet also watched impassively as Thackery waved at the mirror -- and then entered it like a door. "Wait - what!?" "How did you do that?" Aymet asked, walking up to the mirror next and trying to press his clawed (and completely keyless) hand against the mirror's surface as well. "Thackery?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 11:27 pm
The mirror turns viscous and black around his claws. Aymet can probably pass through it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 11:35 pm
For a moment, it seemed entirely possible that Thackery might faint on the other end of a swoon. For a split second, it seemed that he was; instead, he'd dropped to kneel on the floor, hands clasped over his heart. " My Prince," he exhaled, his gaze glimmering and doe-eyed. "It's okay if it's not. It should be. It all should be! And anyway, anywhere I am is yours. Or I can make sure it is!" He fell silent before blurting something out. " Can I kiss your hand." That wasn't really what he'd meant to ask, so he sheepishly smiled and tried again. "I-- ha--how can I help you? Do you need anything? Anything!"
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