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prolixity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 8
Total: 13 (2-16)
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 Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 4:58 pm
Five minutes? That probably meant that they had five minutes to take this thing down. Siddie's eyes narrowed, and something old and patient and dark whispered inside her. Screw interrogating this guy. There had to be information around here somewhere, and he was dangerous, and she was sick of this field trip and all the awful crap.
Sticking to the shadows, she circled around behind the figure and struck again. This time, she felt the crowbar connect with a satisfying thud that resonated down the weapon into her arms. She hissed again, pleased.
(( HP: 21
Damage: 7 ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 5:08 pm
If Barth was not thoroughly convinced by Carry's ineffective attempts at the door, her attack after the door was down surprised him.
Carry did look back at him, just once. To see if he was watching? He was not angry with her, not really. That wasn't his area of influence. And he had nothing against an occasional double-crossing. He was just tired of people he knew trying to kill him, and was not in the mood for another round of You're Harmless and Ineffective, Hold Still For The Blow.
And while he was not much for fighting, or doing anything very fast, he faired slightly better with avoiding both altogether. Now that they'd been freed from the cell and there was fire and some sort of countdown, bugger revenge, he'd rather get out of there.
"I don't suppose," he said, as politely as possible, "That you know what the countdown is for. Or, failing that, the direction to closest exit."
(getting chatty)
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 5:09 pm
Even as other students rushed past to get a hit on the monster Sammy paused to slow down a bit. For now she turned watching Carry, Barth and the reaper. Something was wrong about this, Christmas town had been straight forward, they had fought against the horror of JOY. This time though the students were turning in on each other a bit.
"What ever he say's we'll figure it out later, don't let him turn us against her." She said the last part pointing her mace at Carry. She was a demon, but she was one of the students, and also possibly this crazy deadly experiment, but if that was the case no matter what happened if that was true they would all probably be screwed.
"Now you, jack-a**, why did you kill Emily, and what was that warning for? At this rate you've got five minutes before we pound you into dust so start explaining something before then."
As if to prove the last part she lifted her mace hammering it hard on the ground once to prove just how serious she was about the pounding to dust. It would have been more effective though if she didn't cough up another spurt of water right after.
Stupid field trips...
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alpha lyrae rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 6:39 pm
The jingle of keys allowed Tsetsiliya to breathe a sigh of relief. The doors clanked open and she poured out with the other students, most of whom, she was certain, were ready to tear into this Jack-damned creep. She flashed an appreciative smile at Gabrian, before turning it towards Ren (whose dazzling attack she had just caught the end of, but she felt as though he should be chided for it as well - fighting with such injuries!), LW, Alessa, and Belladonna. But eyes were on the enemy as soon as his sword rose for the strike, and then..
Was that.. a radio?
The intruding announcement sounded like a radio buzzing, anyway.. or an intercom. What did five minutes mean? Whatever it was, it was enough to distract the figure from a successful counterattack, and many were taking the opportunity to get another hit in. She readied herself for another attack, but Carthusia's sharp words towards their enemy made her lower her mace for a moment in debate.
As much as she wanted to ease Carry's anxiety and let some questions be answered, she was much too scared and did not put enough trust in this hooded figure to tell the truth. He knew how worked up they were, and could just as easily twist his words around. Who was to say he would tell the pride demoness what she needed to know? The "five minute" announcement also had her on edge; she really did not want to know what that five minutes pertained too. Her doubts were telling her that it was something rather nasty.
So instead, she launched into another attack. The mace collided with the figure's side and released a good pulse of FEAR along with it. The burning warmth became too much on her bandaged palm and she nearly dropped her weapon, but a quick recovery saved it. She backed up towards where Carthusia was, her mace still at the ready.
"I-I am thinking he may be stalling.. we are being prepared, j-just in case.." she said to the demoness, anxiety clearly present in her face. Trusting one of these creatures was too dangerous; even if they called Carthusia one of them.. Tsetsiliya would not, could not believe it. She did not show any sign of knowing this place, and had always behaved so properly and kindly.. there was no way she was a traitor, absolutely none!
(( Tset's HP: 23
Damage: 12 - 6 = 6 ))
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Friendly Conversationalist
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Bilious rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 7:25 pm
Christof stood back as the door was suddenly opened, heart racing at the sight of those flames... but now was his chance- he could get a clear shot if he charged the hooded murderer right now, especially since it seemed so distracted by the other students... There was a lot of talking going on, and a lot of attention being drawn to the demoness with the wonderfully fragrant hair he had had the pleasure of being buried in during their traumatic elevator experience. No, no those Parts would be HIS if they were going to be claimed! He saw them first!
With a snarl in his throat, the hunchback leaped from the cage, the rusty, fear-inspired spikes on his pipe glinting in the flames of the Reaper's sword as he swung with all his might. And then again, and again, aiming to break knee caps and elbows alike if he could-
HP: 23
Damage: 8
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 8:32 pm
21 HP
Vaith stood up, firmer this time, the feelings in his legs once again forcing the reaper to stand. He was in good physical shape, better than some others, having run into few battles and falling on a padded floor on the way here. But it wasn't a physical exhaustion that overtook him, it was a mental one.
He looked around, at the individuals attacking the sword-wielding reaper. He was .. a fellow reaper. He was. Reapers did what they had to, in sight of their goals. But .. could Vaith bring himself to attack another of his kind, even when justified to do so?
He looked at his book weapon.
How may others attacked? How many others prodded him for information? Ganging up wasn't Vaith's style. One on one was much more Vaith's style. So went the "cool excuse." He bit down on his lip, walking to the side, outside of the cage that had once held him, hanging back.
Could he fault a reaper for doing his job? His goal? Wouldn't Vaith had done the same? With a pained expression, his eyes lowering in conflict, he knew his answer. His feet was frozen.
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Ary Keeyara rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 9:06 pm
What the? The figure was fussing with a...radio? That unsettled her, because he didn't seem to care much about their attacks. She tensed, trying to focus. She didn't fight much and what little fighting she had learned, kicks exclusively because she had been too uncoordinated at anything else, she hadn't used in a long time. She wondered how long she could keep this up and if it was even making enough of a difference...
While she saw many of the other students attack, even her friends, Gabe, LW, Tset, it was Ren who surprised her and not in a good way. When he got up and lashed out at the figure with his bat, she thought she was going to have a heart attack. Her imagination decided to grace her with images of swords and Ren's back and...damn it. She just couldn't deal with it.
She ran forward delivering a smart round kick to the figure's face, hoping the motion would move him a bit away from her stupidly over eager boilfriend. "Ren, what did I tell you about being a hero?" She hissed at him angrily, gesturing sharply for him to get back. "We can handle it. If you get hit-" She swallowed, unable to muster the words, so instead she glowered, because glowering hide her fear and she hoped it would give him some common sense.
(( HP: 20
Damage: 5 ))
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 12:58 am
Stage 3 Fight! At the pride demon's posturing he gives out a short bark of laughter, "Babe, you couldn't do a damn thing then, and nobody's gonna come blasting in to save you this time. Two went ******** bugnuts and the last is nearly at the point of transformation. You've run out of heroes, girl." He was beginning to sound a bit smug, "Speaking of blasts, did you hear the one earlier? Yeah...that was your escape route, no going back now. And in a few minutes? Whatever damage you do to me now will be for nothing. Because I do happen to have quite a few somebody's on their way right now to save my a**." Despite his attitude, the hits were taking a definite toll, "Man, why is it the gimpiest lookinn ones hitting the hardest?!" Staggering, he spit again, a tooth this time. "As a group you guys aren't that bad...so may as well play it safe." Swiping his sword in a glowing arc, a golden sphere surrounds the enemy.
HP: 19
Damage to attackers: 2
Damage to those hanging back: 1
Round 3 Choices The enemy's weapon has created a barrier that weakens your attacks! NEW ATTACK ROLL: roll 2 4-sided dice! Subtract 6 from the total! Do you attack? - attack (you may attack once) - hang back - get chatty in hopes of villainous exposition
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 4-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-8)
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 2:06 am
He'd scattered back but it was pretty much useless whatever the cloaked figure had done hurt. Israfel let a tiny mounful cry as he felt a sting along his tiny wings. That was until he noticed that whater had hit him had taken out his second, and last blue rose accessory. he hated it when they were damaged, they were his signature item! But that..that..cad had just ruined his last rose! HIS
LAST
ROSE
Watching helplessly as the blue petals fell onto the ground, Israfel took a deep breath as anger welled up. He'd been put on a ship, told to gather ink, got cussed at by a seagull, waved around by a zombie squid, attacked, seperated from many of his friends and now. His last rose. REALLY? Pulling out the battered sword hilt, Israfel charged forward, screeching in his best war Siren voice, a desperate attack on the barrier made in anger and fear. His roses were his comfort. Now gone, he had lost the smallest of comforts. He now just wanted to go home. (( HP: 20 Damage: 8-6=2))
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Daffupanda rolled 2 4-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-8)
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 6:06 am
Upset didn't even begin to describe how Gabrian felt anymore. This went beyond the realms of the vocabulary he knew (or maybe not beyond - but the words that surfaced to the front of his mind were not particularly appropriate ones). This was much, much worse than the robot he'd fought back in Christmas town; the wintery wonderland had been draining, yes, but he distinctly recalled it did not make anyone insane.
Then there was the fact that while the place had been hard to navigate, he hadn't really feared for his life or that of his friends during that trip. It had been inconvenient, but not nearly as terrifying as this island was proving itself to be.
When the reaper attacked and then enveloped himself in what seemed to be a protective shield, the nix hissed under his breath, his head turning to take a glance at the other students; he was specifically seeking Ren out, whom he'd left somewhere behind while he spoke to Bella and LW. He wasn't sure how much more Ren was going to be able to take before he collapsed, and he automatically went to his and Alessa's side, only managing a weak attack at their enemy which didn't even hit it's target, "How is he?"
Gabrian: 17 HP
Attack: 0
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 6:21 am
[ Ren's HP: 0. ]
Ren lifted a brow at Alessa, obediently taking a few steps back to stand next to her. "Sorry," he murmured, his face downcast sheepishly. "I wasn't...trying to be a hero, honest. I just..." And here he gestured limply to the cloaked figure. "I was just tired of being useless."
He knew she was only worried about him. After all, he was barely hanging on at the moment, and even with that unexpected adrenaline rush, Ren was starting to feel it wear off, feeling the strain in his bones, his aching muscles and the screaming pains of his hand and back. He reached his uninjured hand out, touching Alessa's face gently.
"Thank you," he said, and smiled at her. "For being worried about me. I do love you, you kn - "
Something hit him from behind. Ren's hand jerked abruptly away from Alessa, his eyes widening slightly. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out; only a cough that spattered blood on the floor. His gaze fluttered, eyes moving to meet Alessa's, his lips forming a wordless oh. He managed to give her a pained, apologetic smile, as if to say I'm sorry.
Heh. Who would've thought..?
And then, quite suddenly, Ren simply...dissipated.
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Bilious rolled 2 4-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-8)
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 8:11 am
Gimpy looking? GIMPY looking? Christof's mind was reeling, surging forward on pure adrenalin as the Reaper swung it's weapon, wrapping itself in fire... Fire, it HAD to be fire. Already that small reaper ghoul had succumbed to that flaming sword, and suddenly that griffin boil evaporated in a gust of Fear particles... trembling, the hunchback's swings had lost their fervor, missing entirely.
For once, Barth had the right idea. They needed to find an exit and fast.
With a panicked whine, he returned to his Master's side, glancing around frantically for any sign of something to be used as a shield or a direction to run- with the Sloth over his shoulder if need be.
Chris's HP: 21
Damage Delt: miss
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alpha lyrae rolled 2 4-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-8)
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 8:15 am
Tsetsiliya was proud of how everyone had rallied together. They were all Amityville students, and together they were standing (for the most part). As concerned as she was for the gryphon, she was proud of his hard-hitting attack at the cloaked figure. But she was on her guard, still, and as soon as the sword came up, she raised her arms to shield herself from the attack, but the force of it pushed her back and nearly off her feet. Wincing slightly, she glanced around to see how the others were faring. Carthusia and LW seemed to be faring alright, Gabrian as well, and just across the way, Alessa and Ren were standing together.
And then she saw Ren's eyes widen before he crumpled and vanished.
Tsetsiliya's heart stalled, and she felt herself go numb. This.. couldn't be happening. She had promised herself that she would not let one of her friends die. She had promised herself, and here.. she had failed. The tingling spread to her hands and she gazed at them as though they were foreign objects. These useless things had not fulfilled their promise, had done nothing to save her friend. Certainly she was not a best friend to the gryphon, but that did not stop how she felt, watching someone she had tried so hard to help die.
It stung like nothing she had ever felt before, and emotion flooded the deepest parts of her heart - there were so many that she couldn't sort out which to feel at the moment. Despair, anger, an aching emptiness, and a bitter disappointment in herself, knowing she could not do anything. She had failed when it counted most.
In her confused, numbed state, she stumbled forward to attack, only to trip on the way and land hard on her knees. The mace flew from her hands and clattered away, and for all she cared it could stay where it was. She felt none of her FEAR in the weapon anymore, and even though the enemy was wearing down, it sounded so confident as it bragged about reinforcements stronger than it was.
With that in mind, she began to despair.
(( Tset's HP: 23 - 2 = 21
Damage: 0 ))
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Kyrieko rolled 2 4-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-8)
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 8:31 am
She was breathing hard and grumbling low things under her breath. Tired, in pain, and really wishing they could all just go home! LW had had just about enough of these creepers. And the longer they dealt with this one, the more her fear lessened and anger grew. He was getting weaker, wasn't he? They were starting to have an effect! Even his rambling was losing its touch. If they could get in another round of hits...
Something hit her and she staggered back a few steps. It wasn't that bad of a hit. Mr. Creeper seemed to have lost some of his strength too. In fact, as she watched, he created some sort of...shield looking thing? What was it? Ha! He was scared of them. Did that mean they just might win this with minimal damage to themselves? She glanced around, there were how many of them in decent fighting sha-
LW barely got to think that thought before her gaze fell on the one thing she had prayed wouldn't happen. It couldn't happen. No. No...Nonono he couldn't. REEEEN! Her throat constricted and no sound could escape. She watched helplessly as her best friend, her closest friend, died. Just...disappeared. This...he...the she-wolf didn't even feel the tears streaming down her face. Her best friend...NO! Something inside her just seemed to...snap. Her mind all but shattered like most of her heart as nothing but the primal instincts of her wolf took over.
The inhuman howl that finally broke free from her was a mixture of rage and grief. The she-wolf's hands gripped the wooden table leg she held almost to the breaking point and she charged the creeper. The one who had taken her best friend from her. From Gabrian and Alessa. The muscles in her arms rippled with the force she used to bring down her weapon against that golden sphere Creeper hid behind. THE COWARD! She was going to rip him apart the minute she got a hold of him. Piece by piece. Slowly and painfully.
((LW's HP: 16
Attack: 8 - 6 = 2))
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Lucifer Force rolled 2 4-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-8)
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 8:40 am
(( HP: 22 - 2 = 20
No damage. ))
Carthusia stepped back, seeing that her attack had some effect on the cloaked fool, but he didn't seem phased. No, her bluffs weren't working and neither were her threats. No, he said she couldn't do anything before, and she very well couldn't do anything now. What was he talking about?! Pride was seething at her own cluelessness. First she was told she was an experiment here in some creepy underground lab, and now she had no more heroes? What did that mean? She stepped forward to spit more insults at the man when she saw LW's heart break beside her. Turning to her side, she saw Ren fall to his knees and dissipate, disappearing just like Emily did. No words came to her and she stood in shock, watching the space where Ren stood not moments before.
Jack, why? Was all of this because of me? Why can't I remember?!
Before she could say anything, the force of the cloak's sword finally hit her, shoving the demoness forcefully against the back wall. The hit wasn't too hard, but it was surprising. Once she tore the hair from her face, she saw the cloak had... was that a shield? And her werewolf mark had gone berserk, slamming into the shield with her table leg like this was her final hurrah. Carthusia jumped forward to pull the werewolf back again, keeping her safe for the time being. She did manage to dent the barrier, though. The last thing Pride wanted was to see someone else take a fall, especially because of her. Was all of this her fault? Carry was beginning to doubt what good she could do here anymore.
Once LW was safe behind her, Carry charged with a yell and simply rebounded off the barrier, staggering to her previous position. She did nothing, just like the cloak had said. Her attack was ineffective and everything else she had thought of did little to help the situation. She was stuck for some of the battle, helpless in more ways that one. She didn't even have memories to call upon to assist the rest of the slowly dying group. Jacking hell, Jacking hell... JACKING HELL.
Finally, she stood up to her full height and addressed the reaper, hoping for some answers. "What do you want? What are you trying to accomplish here?" she demanded, trying not to let the growing grief show in her voice, "What can I do to stop you from hurting them?"
(( Permission granted from Kyrieko to yank LW again. XD ))
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