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 Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 3:19 pm
For a moment, Kyle contemplated the idea of heading back into his room, put on the set of winter wear that Matt got him for their cabin vacation getaway last year and then go frolic in the snow. Which was something that he could indulge in anywhere but here at Deus where such behaviour might be frowned upon by their superiors and fellow hunters, so the Sun perished the thought almost immediately without breathing a word about it to Matt.
"What are the both of you standing around for? Didn't you hear? Caelius said that there's a mission and everyone is expected at the lighthouse."
One of the hunters passing by them informed helpfully. Well, that would explain why a lot of hunters were out and about at this time of the day despite the snow and cold. Thanking the other hunter for sharing that with him and Matt, Kyle turned to the Moon with a somewhat sombre expression on his face now.
"Looks like we'd better head for the lighthouse."
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Molten Tigrex rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 3:22 pm
Lucky looked up for a moment from his latest halfhearted attempt to board the train, enough to register a tall shadow falling over him, a very scarily familiar face, and a sharp increase in speed as he was vaulted not onto the train, but through it. Through a lot of it.By the time he rolled to a stop. he was thoroughly dusted in pulverized gingerbread and almost indistinguishable from the floor, except that the floor didn't usually groan and complain. " Did we stop the train yet..." the hunter-shaped piece of floor asked Rep's boots. It was starting to snow inside the train - wait, no, that was just sugar. Lucky's HP: 52 (OPTIONAL TRAINCAR ROLL: Sugarplum fairies made of real sugar fly away, but not before coating you in a fine layer of powdered sugar.)
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prolixity rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 3:24 pm
Micah jumped for the train. And missed. He spent the scramble to catch up thinking about how much he had not actually missed snow, especially weird marshmallow snow. He was somewhat out of breath by the time he scrambled up onto a gingerbread train car.
Wait. Gingerbread? It was really gingerbread?
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 3:29 pm
Rep looked fancier lightly dusted with icing. It settled on his beard and brought out the ginger very well.
"Hi lucky." he said without sounding phased as a hunter crashed through the train. It was amazing how used to airborne coworkers you got in death division over time.
He looked around. "Naw. It's still ******** moving I think." he said, and yanked the other man to his feet.
He dusted a little sugar off his shoulder in a motherly sort of way.
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Zoobey rolled 2 12-sided dice:
12, 4
Total: 16 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 3:33 pm
As Rep and Lucky turned around, they would see something circular and wavering and was that a port-
- They immediately fell into a very large, rather comfortable looking gingerbread cabin. The inside was massive, petrified icing coating the gingerbread material, preventing any damage done to the exteriors. Tiny little candycane workers were busy shoveling gumdrops into the train.
They were, perhaps, in the conductor's booth, watching the train run entirely out of gumdrops. It was awfully quiet, except for them, the candycanes, the exhaust of the train-
- And a massive person in red standing in front of them. In red and white, complete with hat, outfit, bag, and long white beard that nearly covered up their entire face.
Yes. They had found Santa Claus.
- Who proceeded to attempt to knock them senseless with his bag of toys, a massive bag that was ripping at the seams, all sorts of plush and confections popping out at the other end to band around anyone inside and attempt to tear at their feet and coat.
"Sorry!" Said Santa Claus, and then a pause. "Merry Christmas!"
"Ha!," shouted Mark over the headsets, for anyone who was actually listening, "it's funny because he knows you've been naughty."
Baneful Take damage equal to this dice roll-4. You can attack back if you wish! Molten Tigrex Take damage equal to this dice roll-4. You can attack back if you wish! [A.V.] Take damage equal to this dice roll-4. You can attack back if you wish! Prolixity Micah got sucked into the portal too, sorry! Take damage equal to this dice roll-4. You can attack back if you wish! OOC ANYONE ELSE CAN JOIN JUST LIKE GET SUCKED INTO THE SECOND (??) portal
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 3:43 pm
Dragged into the portal, Rep found himself at the feet of the big red man himself, looking up incredulously at the figure and wondering if this was how he died and if somehow it was foreshadowed the whole time by Harrison's love of this holiday.
The b*****d still had that snowman keychain.
Sent sprawling painfully by the swung bag, he hit the wall, finding himself being assaulted by a plush pokemon. "I ******** trusted you Pikachu." he snarled, booting the thing away.
"Mark when I get out of here you are getting ******** coal for Christmas." Rep snarled down the headset. "Instead of what I actually got you. Which you PROBABLY WOULD HAVE LIKED."
HP:48
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 3:50 pm
Micah didn't have time to react to the portal opening, and fell straight through it. He picked himself up, just in time to get smacked right into the wall by a huge bag of .. toys? Wielded by someone who was ... definitely Santa-like, if not Santa. It was probably actually Santa. He picked himself up again, staring.
Summon me, Nova howled. We fight!
Micah summoned, but he hesitated with Nova's lash drawn tight between his fists. Was attacking Santa really a good idea?
HP: 28
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Molten Tigrex rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 10
Total: 17 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 3:51 pm
Lucky squinted at Rep from behind sugar-frosted glasses. "Oh, hi Rep." Whew. At least there was one person on this train who didn't try to punch or throw him on sight. He was going to stick real close to Rep. Lucky scrambled back to his feet and shook the powdered miscellany from his head and hair like a dog. He squinted again. "Rep, why are you glowi-" Oh no, not again. "Oh come on, that can't really be -" Lucky was immediately knocked away from Santa, into a seething mass of little gingerbread animals, whose immaculately-decorated gingerbread zoo he'd crushed in the fall. There was an electric blue flash as a runic sawblade neatly beheaded all the cookie rhinos and giraffes in one swing. He grabbed the microphone of the headset and pulled it closer. "MARK, I SWEAR TO - TO SANTA CLAUS - " He managed to dig out his phone and waved it in the jolly sack-wielding maniac's general direction, swinging the sawblade at him with the other. Said maniac had just pushed Caelius through a portal. That was... new. Well. Death by Santa Claus was the last thing Lucky wanted engraved on his tombstone. Plus, Mark kind of owed him now. First trying to drag him into a threesome with Mimsy's mom, now this. He had to draw the line somewhere. "IF YOU DON'T DO SOMETHING RIGHT NOW, I'M - I'M UNFOLLOWING YOU ON TWITTER!" His thumb hovered menacingly over the modest-looking 'unfollow' button beside Mark's icon. "I MEAN IT!" Lucky HP: 40 ATTK: 11?
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 4:16 pm
It seemed Rep wasn't the only person who really wanted Santa dead, as the Death Lead took a swing at the man in red with his weapon-
- and missed, succeeding in only tearing a larger rip into the bag of possessed toys that immediately took to life to defend Santa.
Caelius looked livid, the icing snapping in concentric circles under his feet as he lunged, was blocked by the bag that finally exploded into all sorts of toys, stuffing and lego parts flying everywhere like rain, and tried a sweeping attack, a shockwave that managed to push anyone in its way onto their feet -
- Except Santa.
"I'll ******** end you," the Death lead threatened, bringing in the question of why he was giving death threats to Santa, "I swear to god -"
- "Goodbye!" said Santa suddenly, and pushed him into a portal assembled mostly by legos.
Santa turned around and assessed the situation, mittens on his coat. "Now, Santa doesn't want to hurt you any further but he has a very, very important mission to complete." He was beginning to sound real familiar.
"Well," interrupted Mark over the headsets, meant for Rep, although anyone with a headset could hear through the open line, "I wasn't going to buy you a present either." It sounded a lot like he already had.
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 4:25 pm
"Hopefully not." He said, dusting off a bit more snow off of him before smiling.
"Yeah - I think I'm read- "
And that's when a perky female hunter came down the cabin to greet them. She didn't come off as strange to him aside from appearing ot be from another base, and her hat came off as just something festive that anyone would wear around this time of year. That was until she pulled out a candy cane that would make a small child squeal with glee at the sheer size of it, before she decided to use it like a baseball bat. There was no time to react as his brain has a second to process that a giant candy cane from a pretty santa-hat wearing hunter was coming right at his face.
And that's when the world flashed hot white and he fell back against the train railing and gripped his head, falling down to the ground and holding his head as he blinked the pain and ringing in his ears as bits of white and red fell around him bringing with it a sweet smell of mint. On all fours, he reached out blinding as he tried to find his balance and make sense of the world before he felt himself being hit again over and over.
Blocking his face, he grabbed Saliva from his jacket frantically and summoned her.
"Get off me, you crazy whack-job!"
Firing blinding, he managed to shoot straight up and only got part of her wrist. Melvin's HP: 48/60 (hurt for 12) Dmg: 2 Hunter HP: 58
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 4:30 pm
"You wouldn't," finally replied Mark after a long pause of silence. This was serious. "I thought we were friends, Lucky, because friends invite each others to threesomes. Friends retweet each other's tweets. A-and friends definitely don't UNFOLLOW EACH OTHER."
This was shouted again, to anyone wearing a headset.
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its me debz rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 4:31 pm
These days, Kostya tended to avoid the lighthouse for obvious reasons. But a mission was a mission was a mission, and that meant suiting up and shipping out, no matter how much he found himself reluctant to do so. Nothing had been the same since Then, but at least Syntax had changed enough to allow for some dexterity while in combat.
Tumbling through the portal like Alice into wonderland, Kostya found himself surprisingly unsurprised at the destination. (Once upon a time, he'd stood alone in the bitter cold, snow falling in the silence around him, blood dripping from the edge of his weapon when they'd tried to fight, watched Her paint broad strokes in a circle of red, red, red, and--)
A snarl in his headset tugged Kostya from his memories, and he shook his head like a startled horse. Right. There was a job to do. He had to get on that train.
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
10, 1
Total: 11 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 4:32 pm
Watching Cael get sent away like a naughty child at santa's grotto took a good bit of the cheer out of Rep's mood and any inclination he'd had to attack Santa sputtered and died.
Not that he'd had much drive in the first place, given that Harrison would absolutely divorce him if he killed Christmas for ever.
Or worse, he wouldn't divorce him, he'd just give him that sad disappointed face like a kicked puppy and it would last for ever.
NOPE.
Instead he decided to set about kicking the toys in what he hoped was a helpful way, taking a specially vindictive punt at a furby.
All the while he was putting his headset to its intended mission only use.
"Unfollow him Lucky. Unfollow him and block him. So he'll never even KNOW if you can see other people talking to him!"
He sighed. "On second thoughts that's kind of mean. Should we be mean on Christmas?"
The JOY was starting to get to him.
HP: 48
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 4:39 pm
" Yes," Lucky snapped back at Rep without missing a beat, still wielding the phone like the trigger of a detonator. Never mind the spinning icon searching for a signal. Mark didn't have to know that. "Because also friends don't let friends get MURDERED BY SANTA CLAUS," he yelled into the headset again, " MARK." Lucky trusted Santa's truce offer about as far as he could throw the man, which was to say, not at all.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 4:40 pm
The attack didn't bother the assaulting Hunter at all as she began to rip pieces of the icing railing next to Melvin and crush it in his face, brittle edges and all.
"Sugar is sweet and a good treat!" she yelled deliriously, laughing and going quiet with an absolutely straight face, and then suddenly laughing again.Moonkitsune Melvin takes another -10 damage!
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