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 Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:29 pm
A fish. Alright, that would be pretty legit if it were the same size as the behemoth Red was and shot fire out at everyone. There will be no judging for the way the reaper died, nope.
“Generator? Wait -” the ghoul could only recall to the tent where they were held captive before. “You were there? At the tent? Did you destroy all their equipment? The weapons converter?!” she asked a little too quickly. Edel could only think of how that terrible piece of equipment should never exist!
“....Did you see Barth then? And the others that disappeared while we were still in the haunted house?” Little did she know that Freya, the one Herryk had been lamenting over, was sitting on the couch next to her. Pretty naked as well too. Edel began to unbutton the badly burnt blazer she was wearing – was she joining them too?!?!
“Here,” she said, offering the valkyrie her blazer to cover up. Edel tore the scarf off her neck and offered it to Roch too. How that was supposed to help, she didn't know. All she did say was:
“Please.”
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:33 pm
As the room shakes, becoming even larger to make room for all the students appearing, some of the couches also shift about, forming a sort of wall between Boo Buster and defenders. A couch-barricade! Very handy.
One of the popcorn machines suddenly hisses and spews a geyser of delicious popcorn everywhere. Mmmm.
((This is NOT a new round, so if you've already attacked, you cannot do so again! This is just an IC clarification of why you guys can stand around talking without getting smacked by the Boo Buster constantly.
The couch barricade is NOT the same thing as hiding in the couch fort, which opts you out of the battle. It's just a low wall made of couches that you can duck behind.
The next battle round will come sometime later once the new arrivals from Space have all been sorted out!))
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:36 pm
Mort's zap made Freya laugh, but his words made her instantly frown again. "I don't has anythings other than spookies.." Which was, let's face it, the stone cold truth - she didn't even have clothing save for the soggy spookies that covered the bare essentials. As if reading her mind, the ice demon beside her handed her a jacket, and Freya's eyes went wide. "Thanks yeh, so much!" She chirped out, immediately using the jacket to wrap around Mort along with her arms. "There, better than spookies?" That wasn't Edel's intention, Freya..
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:41 pm
"Everything's gone," he said quietly. "The generator exploded, the humans left, and then this rainbow thing came and took everything there away entirely. Barth, Calder, all the others, we got them out." He looked at the scarf blankly, then wrapped it around his waist a few times to make an impromptu skirt of sorts. Which... just covered the boxers. But oh well.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:48 pm
Mort was so out of it he didn't he notice he was leaning against FreyaAAAH's bare skin, only that it was nice and soft. He wondered if his own fleshiness rivalled that.
Ah, wait. He was probably also still soggy from the fight with the giant fish. But at least he had a nice minty smell.
"Is b-better," Mortimer agreed, head laying on her shoulder. Hugs were always good. But where had the jacket come from? A strained look beyond the valkyrie granted him a look at another ghoul, one with rather icy looking ears.
That was nice.
Also she was mostly naked.
. . . ??
And so was FreyaAAH, minus some cookie bits.
. . . ?!?
By the time Mei had appeared just beside him on the couch, Mortimer was stiff with mixed emotion. o v o
He pulled her into the hug against him much like FreyaAAH had with him, with his only arm that had a hand attached. "Meeeeiiiiii. S-Sorry . . ."
And then, finally, the mixed emotions popped out like word vomit: "Death not so bad if surrounded by pretty ghouls. Pretty naked ghouls."Ice Queen For want of lawls and since he's right there
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:52 pm
((Entering from SPAAAAAAAAAACE! Mot, can we go to space? No? Oh, we’ll settle for the couches then))
So this was what dying and dissipating from dying was like, huh?
It was horrible, especially compounded by the fact that she had been killed what was once a Professor. Maybe she couldn’t be hateful though…since she had thoughts of doing the same to Freya when they were back in that tent…Oh…no time to think about that. Hel appeared in the room, her eyes wide with the horror of being burned yet frozen still, and she took in the room she was now in along with its occupants, behind a couch barricade of some sort.
What…what the Jack? Where? Why…Oh! Her sister was here, along with Herryk, Roch, Taryn…but…where was…Mot!?
It was then the reaper still felt the warmth of another in her arms, and her gaze snapped back down to the cowboil. She had mixed feelings at the moment. Outraged she was gone from the battle field, but oh so terribly relieved that she hadn’t left Mot alone. Hel reached up to cup his face, looking at him still wide eyed and with worry. “Mot! Speak to me, friend…”
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:52 pm
“Oh, that's good news then.”
Edel could only stare blankly at Freya and Roch .... who didn't exactly improve their state of a lack of clothes. Uh...
Mort's latter comment mortified her a little. By ghouls....did he mean her too?! Wait but she was still wearing a shirt.....and her skirt.... and......
The frost demon was burning up in embarrassment.
The spray of popcorn hit the ghoul and she quickly brushed off the bits that got into her hair. She would then gather the ones that landed on her lap into a small pile and eat them quietly.....
((gonna get some sleep now xD Cya later ~))
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:54 pm
 ((Entering from SPAAAACE))The emptiness he'd felt around him began to dissipate. Noises started to get clearer. Was he still in that place? No.. it felt different. He could still feel Hel wrapping her arms around him, but this whole area. It wasn't cold, or hot, and not even rocky. It felt like a room. There were people here. Her voice affirmed it, as she cupped his face and spoke to him pleadingly. A thought hit him. Was he still blind? If he had indeed died on that field and was reformed, perhaps his injuries were gone. He was scared to open his eyes. Scared he would still be blinded, maybe forever. Slowly, and nervously the reaper opened his eyes. Everything was dark. Very dark. But also fuzzy. That meant.. he was getting his sight back? That had to be it. It was just taking some time, that's all. The reaper blinked a few times more, as if trying to blink away the fuzziness. Mot wasn't able to see much, but Hel's blurred features were there. He managed a smile. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes."
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 1:05 pm
Hel waited anxiously for some sort of response from the reaper, peering at his eyes with her brows furrowed. Oddly enough, in this room, she felt…relatively alright again physically, but as far as Mot’s eyes went she wasn’t sure…until the cowboil spoke up. Hel paused and blinked. Though he may not be able to see her expression clearly, it was flabbergasted, stunned. Hel couldn’t help but laugh at how ludicrous this entire situation was. The battling, Red, the dying, the Hunters…and now Mot was using cheesy lines…but hey, the smile was a sight for sore eyes too.
“…We…we just…died and you want to say…that…Oh…” Hel just hugged him again tightly. What else could she say at this point? Apparently his vision was coming back though, and that was good.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 1:09 pm
Fistpumping after his last glorious blow of miniscule proportions, Herryk placed his hands on his hips and slowly turned around to face Freya. She was on a couch with Mort and a ghoul or three that he didn't recognize. If it had been any other boil aside from Mort, Herryk would have probably reacted with a lot of anger, but this was Mort. Mort had taken care of Freya when Herryk hadn't been able to (in ways that didn't involve cutting her clothes off). That made Mort okay in Herryk's books. Besides, he was undead just like Herryk. It was like some sort of... undead bro-club.
Herryk took a step towards them, glancing to the side. Hel and Mot. Okay, that was good. That was very good. It still worried him that there was no Lattice, but... in time, it seemed, she would end up here. Everyone else from the battle was reappearing here.
Another step, and what was left of his cookie-suit crumbled away. This meant that Herryk was GLORIOUSLY NAKED. GLORIOUSLY. He kept moving to the couch that Freya occupied, picking up speed until he leapt, curling his body into himself. Two words. Naked. Cannonball.
Except he tripped, turning his naked cannonball into an awkward roll rife with rugburns and flopping... appendages.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 1:14 pm
Mot tilted his head curiously. What kind of expression was she making now? It looked weird, his focus being so fuzzy. Little by little details began to appear, more so if he concentrated. Mot grinned at her words, accepting the hug and returning it in full.
Hel back then.. she had tried to shield him. They both ended up dying but, the fact she cared so much to do that. It left him feeling grateful, but also sad. He never would want his friends to die for him, but if the situation were reversed, he'd do the same, and then Hel would feel bad too. It was a vicious cycle, and Mot settled for grateful.
Still, his cheesy line did it's job. He wanted to make her feel better, lighten their bad situation. He was so tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of seeing his friends die. Wherever they were, it seemed safe.
Safe...
"...Oh no.. what about the others?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 1:20 pm
Freya couldn't help but laugh at Mort's commentary on the situation, but she quieted down when she heard her sister's voice in the room. She KNEW she'd show up here, safe and sound! Mot looked safe.. not so sound, though. Still, they were here, and they were together, and they were- OH GOD HERRYK WHAT
Freya ducked a moment too late, and instead of being saved from a tumbling Herryk, she found herself smushed down into the couch, deep into the cushions, as Herryk sat on her. One single arm remained free, and it waved frantically in a plea for help.
The view had been nice until she'd been pancaked, at least.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 1:23 pm
Roch walked right past the naked people, not even bothering to look at them as he headed straight for Mot. "Jackdammit, man, I die for a moment and you go and screw yourself up royally!" he complained, ignoring the scarf skirt and boxer outfit he was wearing as well.
Then he did something even more awkward. He dragged the guy into a hug, pounding him lightly on the back.
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Kyrieko rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 1:31 pm
((LW is entering from the Domain of Space!))
The confusing pain of burning and freeze just....ceased. There was nothing painful engulfing her body anymore. The she-wolf slowly opened her violet eyes, looking around her new surroundings. Vision was blurry and her hearing was slowly picking out sounds. There were voices. And scents she swore she recognized.
Carefully, she shifted back to her human form, working to sit up. The memory of the pain she'd felt still made it hard for her to comprehend that...she was not burning and freezing any longer. In fact, she felt...better. Much better. Like everything had been restored upon entering this other domain.
LW blinked and looked around.
Were those battle sounds? Was that really another battle going on? Oh Jackdamnit! Those were Puff-balls! Why? Why couldn't she get away from these floating marshmallows?!
Except, they were attacking something else. Something that had an annoying voice. And considering all the other battles she'd now dealt with, LW didn't even stop to take in the rest of her surroundings before lunging at the thing, fist curled tightly in an attempt to punch it in the face.
HP: 40/40
Battle Status: Attacking
Damage: Miss
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 1:32 pm
Lily just hunkered down behind the newly formed couch barrier, not questioning where it had come from or why it was there. Obviously the house or the furniture had some sense and was trying to help protect the creatures in this room, be they Boo or two legger. The latter seeming to pour into the room now as she spared a glance at the screens again but gave up from frustration at not being able to hear anything.
Help from the intruders was something she hadn't expected and honestly made her feel a tad uncomfortable. Her and the other Boos seemed to be running into them at every turn, and it seemed no matter what they were doing a poor job of protecting their home. At least they were on the same side for the time being against this unknown Italian.
Sighing a little, she just hid for now, watching the reunions and hoping that they could rescue the General before it was too late for more of them. Well that, and she really really had no desire to see more of these naked fleshies being all smooshed together. That was something she would be happy never, ever seeing again.
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