Anya awoke again for the second time since the strange explosion. The first time had been in the casino's kitchen.. NOT A HAPPY FEELING!!! She'd screamed and tried to run, only to end up tripping and knocking herself out... now she was in a different place.. with new bruises and dirt marks. If she ever found what kept moving her around and dragging her all over this place!!
A roar above her cause her to look out the car window. She saw a huge ... horse thing. Monster. A feeling of terror and disgust went through her and she kicked the door open and rolled out of it before the oversized not-horse stomped on it. Flailing her fishing pole (where was her knife?? And why did she have a frying pan?) she kept on rollng till she was out from underneath it.
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Character's name: Anya Character's faction: University Character's journal link:ola! Character's survival stats: Mini site BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Quiet and gamer girl Slightly wavy black hair, blue eyes, light brown skin with a scattering of freckles. Average height, average looks. Has some meat on her bones. Usually wears jeans, a black t-shirt and bright blue convers. Has simple blackrimmed glasses with an N7 symbol on the right side.
Special Effect for (ANYA)
When your character encounters a GM boss mob in a thread they are in (rped by any of the GMs from this event!), they may attack it. If their attack hits successfully they release that GM boss mob from its curse! Quote that GM and mention this PM. That GM's character is now no longer infected!
It didn't matter she didn't appear to be doing much too it. Not that Sucre was really sure what was going on. She tried her best not to look at the creature anymore than she had to. She kept her focus on the vine. The clawed tip slid across her torso. She pushed her knife down as it did.
All she seemed to process was that this thing was bad, anyone could see that, so much so that it appeared any sort of creature was willing to overlook everything else to band together and attack it.
HP: 20/30 [-5 auto] DMG: 3 Total: 732
OOC
Name: Sucre Faction: Monsters Subspecies: Slime Monster Character's journal link:Journal General Appearance Sugary goo-girl. Probably annoyingly peppy and loud, but sort of nice. Bakes tasty things HP: 20/30
Others were attacking the huge horse creature, but it just didn't seem to want to go down... The nausea was getting worse by the second, and Camilla quickly realized she only had enough energy for one fear attack... Looks like she just had to fight it normally!
Sliding quickly into a fighting pose, Camilla takes a breath to calm the nausea and focus her energy... The all Martial Arts training she'd been doing was really helping with battling! After focusing enough of her energy, she rushes up to the creature and throws a hard punch at the creature's leg!
Angrily it jerks it's leg away and smacks Camilla in the process! "Eek!" she yelps as she was sent tumbling back! Once she finally comes to a stop, she puts a hand to her head and shakes it a bit before quickly getting back to her feet! Tumbling like that had hurt, but not too much thankfully.
She felt nauseous and slashed at the leg as she ran for the edge of the road, towards the fog. Before she'd not have entered.. but the aura from this monster hit her hard. She could feel a pounding in her head and a sick feeling in her stomach.
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Character's name: Anya Character's faction: University Character's journal link:ola! Character's survival stats: Mini site BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Quiet and gamer girl Slightly wavy black hair, blue eyes, light brown skin with a scattering of freckles. Average height, average looks. Has some meat on her bones. Usually wears jeans, a black t-shirt and bright blue convers. Has simple blackrimmed glasses with an N7 symbol on the right side.
Special Effect for (ANYA)
When your character encounters a GM boss mob in a thread they are in (rped by any of the GMs from this event!), they may attack it. If their attack hits successfully they release that GM boss mob from its curse! Quote that GM and mention this PM. That GM's character is now no longer infected!
The nausea continued to get worse the longer Camilla stayed around the horse creature... The madness was slowly trying to creep in again as well... She needed to make one last hit and go!
Sliding into her battle pose once more, Camilla channels as much force and power as she could: then with a determined expression, she rushes towards the creature and gives it a powerful kick! The creature neighs in anger and jerks it's leg at her again!
Unfortunately, due to how close she was to it, it hits her square on and knocks her back a ways! "Eek!" she yelps as she hits the ground and slides back! "Owie..." she mumbles with a slight pout before rolling onto her side. That hurt... And ugh the nausea! Camilla was feeling weak, and soon her vision started to blur a bit as the madness continued it's assault on her mind! "I-I need to get out of here!" She exclaims weakly before staggering to her feet and stumbling off!
She'd done her part, and as much as she'd like to keep fighting... She couldn't, wearing herself out and getting absorbed by that thing wouldn't do anybody any good... Plus, she had to get back to her human and check on her to make sure she was ok!
She gave the leg one last hit before staggering away, emptying her fairly empty stomach of non existent food on the side of the road before fleeing. Had to find some safe place to hide... someplace to get away from that huge monster. Just what was happening? How long had she been out?
OOC
Character's name: Anya Character's faction: University Character's journal link:ola! Character's survival stats: Mini site BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Quiet and gamer girl Slightly wavy black hair, blue eyes, light brown skin with a scattering of freckles. Average height, average looks. Has some meat on her bones. Usually wears jeans, a black t-shirt and bright blue convers. Has simple blackrimmed glasses with an N7 symbol on the right side.
Special Effect for (ANYA)
When your character encounters a GM boss mob in a thread they are in (rped by any of the GMs from this event!), they may attack it. If their attack hits successfully they release that GM boss mob from its curse! Quote that GM and mention this PM. That GM's character is now no longer infected!
Mike was finally waking up again. He felt hurt as he had fallen to the ground fairly hard earlier. He stared at the strange huge creature that was now in front of him. He was feeling really bad now. He was starting to feel dizzy and everything was starting to feel heavy. There was no time to faint again now he had to stay awake this time something huge was atacking him. It had really started to attack him. It was way to big to handle but he still tried. He grabbed his weapon which were candles and attacked the big beast. He did some damage to it but he got pretty hurt himself too. This was not going well.
RESCUER OOC
[ Current HP]: 25/30 Character's name: Sheelah Katz Character's faction: Monster Suspecies/Division: WereCheetah Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER She is a young looking girl with fur all over her. She has small claws and a Cheetah Pattern on her. She wears earth colored clothes. Humans will see a very large Cheetah with big sharp claws and teeth.
ATTACKING WITH VICTIM OOC
[ Infection Rate ]: 35/100 [ Current HP]: 45 - 5 = 40/50 Weapon used: Candles. Roll 1d6 Character's name: Mike Smithson Character's faction: 4 - The Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: #99 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER He is average in appearance in build, length and posture. He has brown short hair, a white rather pale skin color and blueish/grey eyes. He wears black jeans and a white/light blue long sleeve shirt with buttons.
Sucre slumped forward as the clawed vine slammed into her again. Using the last of her strength she returned the hit with her own. The human's knife wasn't terrible and it made a satisfying sound when she tugged it out.
Her goo was dripping in a puddle around her, too worn out from battle and exhausted from the constant pulling to gather herself back up properly. She couldn't stay any longer for fear she'd pass out. That would be embarrassing, passing out in the Human world. Sucre fled, limping past the others that were fighting and back into the fog.
HP: 15/30 [-5 auto] DMG: 4 Total: 764
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Name: Sucre Faction: Monsters Subspecies: Slime Monster Character's journal link:Journal General Appearance Sugary goo-girl. Probably annoyingly peppy and loud, but sort of nice. Bakes tasty things HP: 15/30
Mike was feeling worse now as he really started to feel sick and he had trouble to keep standing on his own two feet. But he also wanted the huge creature that was scary large to stay away. He grabbed him candles again and gave a good swing to his weapon. It was a really good hit. It didn't really do this much to a creature this large but it was the best he could do. The creature seemed sort of hurt maybe. Mike had to try again. It seemed to work.
RESCUER OOC
[ Current HP]: 25/30 Character's name: Sheelah Katz Character's faction: Monster Suspecies/Division: WereCheetah Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER She is a young looking girl with fur all over her. She has small claws and a Cheetah Pattern on her. She wears earth colored clothes. Humans will see a very large Cheetah with big sharp claws and teeth.
ATTACKING WITH VICTIM OOC
[ Infection Rate ]: 35/100 [ Current HP]: 40 - 5 = 35/50 Weapon used: Candles. Roll 1d6 Character's name: Mike Smithson Character's faction: 4 - The Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: #99 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER He is average in appearance in build, length and posture. He has brown short hair, a white rather pale skin color and blueish/grey eyes. He wears black jeans and a white/light blue long sleeve shirt with buttons.
His next attack wasn't as great as his previous one and he now started to slowly fall over. He was to dizzy now to do anything and he again felt really sick. He knew that he couldn't fight anymore and that he had to try and escape. He dropped to the floor as he couldn't really stand anymore and started to drag himself away from the beast. He stopped when he was somewhere that looked a little save. He didn't see the beast anymore and he decided to rest now. He really needed more sleep.
RESCUER OOC
[ Current HP]: 25/30 Character's name: Sheelah Katz Character's faction: Monster Suspecies/Division: WereCheetah Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER She is a young looking girl with fur all over her. She has small claws and a Cheetah Pattern on her. She wears earth colored clothes. Humans will see a very large Cheetah with big sharp claws and teeth.
ATTACKING WITH VICTIM OOC
[ Infection Rate ]: 35/100 [ Current HP]: 35 - 5 = 30/50 Weapon used: Candles. Roll 1d6 Character's name: Mike Smithson Character's faction: 4 - The Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: #99 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER He is average in appearance in build, length and posture. He has brown short hair, a white rather pale skin color and blueish/grey eyes. He wears black jeans and a white/light blue long sleeve shirt with buttons.
Oh wonderful, the horse was back. It wasn't unexpected. Peyton had figured it'd show up again sooner or later. That didn't mean she wasn't annoyed by it. They were trying to save civilians here, and having to turn their attentions on a giant horse was not making this easy
Summoning her weapon, Peyton charged into action. Another high jump at the beast's ankle, daggers finding purchase in the thick hide, and she'd use them to climb. Up and up along the thing's leg until she had reached it's flank. Claiming the high ground, or trying!
Scott feels sick. Bile rises in his throat as he stares up at the... thing towering above him. His grip on the frying pan's handle tightens and untightens, fingers turning white with the strain. He fights hard against the fear swirling in his gut. Then, with a yell, he runs at the thing- swinging hard as blood slips from his right ear and his head pounds hard against his skull.
HP: 45/50 Frying Pan: 2d12-8 Damage Dealt: 10
Total Damage to Boss: 796
OOC
Name:Thomas Blakely Faction: Hunter Division: Sun General appearance: Large, muscular, blonde-haired, and blue-eyed. He's got a big, warm smile and a heavy Southern drawl. He fights with a battle axe named Sadie; formerly a mermaid.
Character's name: Scott Winfield-Kimura Character's faction: University Character's journal link:[X] Character's survival stats: [X] Character description: Dark-haired and of Japanese-Canadian descent, tall and lithe, wearing a plain white tank top and a pair of cut-off skinny jeans.
Scott swung at the horse beast again, as blood began to dribble from his nose.
HP: 40/50 Frying Pan: 2d12-8 Damage Dealt: 9
Total Damage to Boss: 805
OOC
Name:Thomas Blakely Faction: Hunter Division: Sun General appearance: Large, muscular, blonde-haired, and blue-eyed. He's got a big, warm smile and a heavy Southern drawl. He fights with a battle axe named Sadie; formerly a mermaid.
Character's name: Scott Winfield-Kimura Character's faction: University Character's journal link:[X] Character's survival stats: [X] Character description: Dark-haired and of Japanese-Canadian descent, tall and lithe, wearing a plain white tank top and a pair of cut-off skinny jeans.
Her hold on the high ground was fairly short lived, unfortunately. The horse reared, and Peyton's grip slipped. She fell, failed to drive a dagger into the things leg to regain any amount of control, and hit the ground with a pained grunt. <********, I hate giant monsters." it always made things so complicated for close range weapons.
Back on the ground she had to worry about the hands reaching and writhing all around her. She dodged, ducking below an oncoming blow, and had to dive to avoid a second one. Being this close wasn't wise, but she couldn't fall back yet, not with having only hit the damn thing once.
Growling, she charged in, pivoting as she neared the ankle and driving the points of her daggers into it. Not once, but multiple times. If she was going to be forced to retreat back, she was going to make this count!
