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Katarina Everard rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-16)
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 Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 11:19 am
Her mind barely registered that the room had grown until more of the two leggers had started to appear in the room, looking just as battered as the others. For goodness sakes, this was... wait.... they were helping to fight this new attacker as well? Hmm, well maybe they couldn't be all bad Lily thought to herself, saying nothing to them as she picked up another piece of debris and thew it with all her might.
This time around it seemed to do a bit more damage, giving her a needed confidence boost. They wouldn't let the General down, all the training they had done wouldn't be for nothing. Maybe this is how those others feel when they see their friends on the battle field... she thought to herself.
HP: 24
Action: Attacking
Damage: 5
Item: Invincible Star (not used)
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 11:21 am
[[Entering from Domain of Space! ]]
It was likely he was the most unexpected visitor to the new space. He wore signs of singe and his hand was more torn up now than it had been before, bone visible even through that. He looked like the least hellish thing to enter a space of the dead after what was going on on the other side.
Conquest had been the first of the Four Horsemen to fall. There was a certain amount of irony that was not lost on him in this sense as he looked about his new situation, seeming... well..he certainly was out of place to all of the nonsense, even if it was where he'd ended up at that point in time.
Yet, part of him was glad he was the first to make it there. That meant the girls were alright. He could handle them being mostly.....out of harms way, even if that wouldn't mean much in the coming hours..if they even lasted hours at this rate. But.. there..there was a..what? Invictus watched the figure who was running about, his expression calm.
"Never a dull moment...."
Invictus's HP: 60/60
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 11:38 am
Freya fell back on her a** in laughter after smacking the hell out of the boo buster with her hair. Her eyes rimmed with tears, which she wiped away, and her laughter died down to chuckles. This fight was ridiculous, as ridiculous as all of the others. This entire place was just one big joke.
Freya's eyes lifted to look up at the screens idly, and her chuckles died in her throat as she watched, helplessly, as her sister burned away in the wake of blue flames.
The joke wasn't funny anymore.
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medigel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 11:45 am
(( Wtg, Edward, you dolt. >8[ -6HP ))
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 11:45 am
Fitzy was only half-aware that the room had expanded and that there was a sudden influx of two leggers (and a four legger) appearing in the room with them. He was just so angry. He was so tired of getting beat up and yelled at and treated with so much disrespect.
He'd had it.
No more whining, no more complaining. First, he was going to kill this vacuum wielding Italian whack-job, then he was going to destroy the rest of his enemies!
Of course, these were all thoughts that were running through Ftizy's little boo brain in the heat of the battle and the midst of his tantrum, so it was more likely that the next time he got hurt he'd be back to his old self.
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 7
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 11:47 am
Silly Edward Sullen was whacked by the Buster's arm. Considering he could have avoided this by simply phasing, the Boo was now in a very, very angry mood.
"NO ONE HITS ME AND LIVES," he cried out, sinking his fangs into the enemy's arms. for once, he was not concerned over whether he bled or not - though blood would be a nice plus.
No, Edward was out to hurt this thing. Hurt it to death.
He retreated away from arm's reach by Fitzy, still panting in straight up fury. Also pain.
HP: 24
Damage: 7
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 11:47 am
The heart patterned boxer wearing reaper looked at Edel. "This is hell. With a couch and popcorn," he told her almost cheerfully. "You sit here, or fight stupid annoying bastards, and watch as your friends are killed one by one or en masse, in this case, on the skelevisions over there," he said quietly, motioning to the monitors on the walls. "And there's nothing you can do about it, because you're dead already." There was a flat look to his usually bright silver eyes, one that he didn't realize was there.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 11:52 am
(( Entering from Final Battle ))
The zombie formed on the couch not long after the Horseman arrive, still quite curled up as if he had been holding something between his arms. Firefirefirefirefirefire . . .
But there was no fire here. Just a lot of noise. And . . . ghost things again, a peek told him.
At the least he was not the only one there. Misery loved company. Mortimer recognized FreyaAAAH and Herryk, and the boil with the guitar he had seen from the tent.
He was still mumbling what he had been trying to say before he had died. "- ied, I tried, I tried . . ."
He didn't seem to care that another battle was going on at the moment. The boil was just hugging himself on the comfy couch.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 11:52 am
Thankfully, Ren was just fine. Or... as fine as anyone that had just been burned to a crisp could be, at any rate, which was probably not that good at all. Gabrian knew then and there that they would be having horrible nightmares in the future; if not him, then the griffin likely would, if the way he desperately clung to his serpentine neck was any indication. Any other time, he'd have probably hushed the other boil, telling him that shifting into his student form was not very efficient in the middle of a fight. However, the sheer desperation in his friend's voice caused him to only hesitate a moment before closing his eyes to shift, "I'm fine. I'm fine, really, see? I'm okay," as the griffin clung to his neck, Gabrian reached to steady him, and then turned his head to look around the battlefield. His eyes landed on Jove, who had apparently decided to take his frustration out on the fat, mustached .... creature everyone seemed to be fighting, "Jove's fine too, see?" he motioned towards where Seiji had him and nodded in a probably futile attempt to calm the other boil down.  HP: 40/40 Target: N/A Damage: N/A Status: Still bewildered. Gabrian is back in student form.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:04 pm
He almost thought Gabrian wouldn't do it; that he would poke his head with his tail or laugh at him for being so ridiculous, but after a moment he felt the serpent move, the scales melting away as his fins disappeared, leaving one very solid, distinctly nix-like figure beneath Ren. He was only half lying on him, his arms still wrapped around his best friend, but now he had his face buried in a mass of dark emerald curls.
"Jack..." hissed Ren, fingers clenching on Gabrian's shirt. He couldn't seem to stop himself from shaking, his hands trembling violently. After a moment, however, he pulled back, letting the nix sit up, though he stayed very near him.
"I thought..." mumbled Ren, face flushing a dull red. He could still remember the pain of the flames, could still taste the heat on his tongue. His eyes, now adjusted to the room, turned towards where Gabrian was indicating, and his gaze widened.
"Jove," said Ren hoarsely, and staggered to his feet, stumbling over to where Seiji stood holding a ferociously moving, little blue dog. One of Ren's hands had stayed clenched in Gabrian's shirtsleeve, dragging the nix with him as he walked, as though he were afraid to let go. "Jove, it's me, it's Ren, I'm right here - "
He reached out a tentative hand, wanting to pet his little brother, but Jove seemed incapable of understand what was going on.
[ HP: 40/40
Target: N/A.
Damage: N/A.
FEAR Attack: A certain tone of Ren's voice can cause bursts of air to slice towards his opponent. It's more powerful when his opponent is within visual and vocal range, but again depends on how energetic the both of them are. ]
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:05 pm
Freya had only just started to realize that those who died in the fight they were watching, showed up here. It comforted her to know that her sister would be with her soon, but until then, she walked over and gave Mort a one-armed squeeze as he flopped on the couch.
"Welcomes to hell!" She seemed to carry Roch's interpretation of their current location rather lightly, but she agreed with it nonetheless. "We has spookies."
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:05 pm
Oh yea, so there were dead. Edel eyed the boos floating around. But weren't those from the haunted house as well? Or maybe the haunted house was hell to begin with. The frost demon didn't really care at that point...
Until Roch pointed out the skelevision screen which was streaming the events happening on the battlefield. Edel bolted to the screen to take a look – she could see almost everything. But where was Lizzy? She had seen her earlier amidst the confusion – was she.....coming here too?
“And there's nothing you can do about it”
The ghoul collapsed back into the couch, resigned. She didn't really want to watch the show anymore.
“How ... did you – oh goodness, Roch, do put on some clothes please,” Edel implored, feeling a little violated at the sight of the naked reaper. Turning away so she didn't have to look at all the naked skin, she continued with her question. “How did you die? Were you engulfed in Professor Red's flames too?” From how crass the reaper was regarding their current state of : dead, she didn't think he would mind her asking.
Well, what else was there to do now?
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:12 pm
"I died before the group even got sent to the fight with the big boss," Roch said with self disgust. "Probably all the times I slammed my guitar into the generator, or the glass, the glass took a massive bite out of me. But it was the fish that killed me off, I think. It's jackin' pathetic." Not that he died, that was. But the WAY he died. He was all sorts of frustrated with himself over how many times he'd failed this trip. "Rikki's got my spare pants," he added. Seriously, who CARED if he was almost naked? Half the room was!
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medigel rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:14 pm
Mort was more than half naked; in fact, the only pats of him covered at this point were his feet and his hips, much like the draugr's loincloth style. And he was still missing his left hand . . . Aww, Jack.
FreyaAAAH's arm-hug was at least a little comforting - it'd felt like an age since he last had one back at the tent. Slowly, veeeery slowly, Mort uncurled. Hell, was it? Well Hell wasn't so bad then. He could smell popcorn, and there were skellyvisions -
- and he could pick out Natalia, but only just. The large werelemur shrunk before his eyes until the ghoul was her more-humanoid self, and the boil bit his lip at how anguished her cries were. He hadn't meant to . . . He'd tried . . .
He'd forgotten that in this little video game, he was still quite a newb.
Something bristled inside of him, and when he turned his head Mortimer could see that the ghosts were fighting. Without even thinking, he raised his right hand and zapped the little plumber before collapsing against the valkyrie.
"N-Need more than spookies . . ."
HP: 30
Damage: 3
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:26 pm
Entering from GYMFinale
Mei--wasn't exactly sure what happened. But the only thing that mattered now--was that there was a large, comfortable couch..and it was hers for the taking! If anyone was already resting on the couch, they had better make room, because she wasn't going to ask.
Flopping over lazily onto the couch, Mei took this as a consolation prize. She was done--at last!
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