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Skye Starrfyre rolled 1 12-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-12)
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 Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 5:30 pm
Victory Road was lonely and the home of the Elite Four even more so. He had mastered so many minipets and defeated his rival and now he was just... Alone. It was time to wait for the next challenger... Or maybe time to just go home. Maybe he would open a gym. Or becoming a Professor like Deadoak. Maybe he would... ............... "Christ. I am never playing Pokemon again." He muttered, shaking his head out of the sleepy haze again.
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Beejoux rolled 1 12-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 5:33 pm
With a shudder the djinn reached for another bottle. She just wanted out of here at this point. Event 11 You drink a drink that tastes a little grapey. You dream a dream where your power is compromised, and you must sacrifice someone for the sake of everyone else. You pick (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). "I'm sorry for this." Except she wasn't, not really. The hunters were their enemy, if sacrificing one would save the rest of their world, then of course she would do it. even happily. The knife flashed in the light, and Arland's eyes went wide. "Christ. I am never playing Pokemon again." "No, I suspect you wouldn't." She laughed, a soft, melodic sound as she brought the knife up above her head. "Good bye." It came down, hit the resistance of the shield, and kept going, sinking into the chest beneath.
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iloveyouDIE rolled 1 12-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 5:33 pm
Cee was grimacing when she came back into reality. What the hell had that been? Why had she been some sort of bride of Frankenwhatever? Still finding herself unable to leave she had no choice but to take another potion. It smelled like lemon-lime which actually soothed her a bit and made the prospect of drinking it less awful. Down the hatch! Cee was having the sorting sack yanked off of her head as someone yelled, "Driffinhore!!" She blinked, pleased but not immediately grasping why. She hopped off the stool and ran to a table of cheering people her age and she recognized as being her new house. Before she got there she was stopped and Cee's face set into an intense look of hatred, " Ever." "Cee." The pale boy from Sluttenhaus looked down his crooked nose at her. "That decides it you know." "Decides what, jackass?" "We could never be friends. Sluts," he motioned to his posse, all from Sluttenhaus, "never associate with Hores."
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Seussi rolled 1 12-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 5:42 pm
Okay, so it was time to drink quetsionable liquids again. Whatever, Shaheen had this. She just needed to get the correct drink and she could be out of here, and hopefully on her way to the top of the tower. Picking a drink at random, she took a swig. The taste wasn't unpleasant, and she licked her lips afterwards, setting the vial down, and waiting to become small enough to get out of he--- She was dressed in the most ridiculous outfit she had ever seen. It was white, all white, the fabric clinging to her form and then flaring out at her feet, where several long meters seemed to trail behind her. Her hair was piled up on top of her head, styled, ringlets of curls falling in front of her face.
She was walking along an aisle. To each side, were many familiar faces. Up ahead, a figure stood, with their back turned. Who was it? She could see dark lengths of hair, and for a moment, she assumed that it would be Shikoba that she came upon.
The figure turned, and Shaheen nearly dropped her bouquet of white roses.
"Uh uh. I don't think so." She said, giving the woman a distasteful look. "You will not take my freedom away from me!"
"Ever?" The figure replied, and Shaheen took a step back.
"Never in a thousand years." She snarled, "My decision is made."
"Decides what, jackass?"
"I'm leaving you." She tossed her flowers at the 'groom', turned, and stalked out of the room, quite awkwardly in her four inch heels.
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Inle-roo rolled 1 12-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 5:47 pm
The way between Evan and the path up the tower was barred by a tiny door. A table sat in the middle of the room, full of strange looking bottles. Evan was confused as to what it all meant, until he read the note. He was hesitant: on the one hand, he didn't know what was in these bottles, and drinking from any one of these might very well kill him; on the other hand, he couldn't move forward without taking the risk. With a sigh, he picked one up at random and drank. Evan fidgeted nervously at the altar, waiting anxiously for his bride to be. He felt like the entire day had gone by in a blur, but now that he was actually up there, time seemed to drag on mockingly. Finally, after it seemed like he'd been standing at the altar by himself all day, the wedding processional started.
He beamed as his bride-to-be made her way down the aisle, her dress covering her from head to toe and trailing in an elegant train behind her. The veil was a cruel tease; Evan wanted to tear it off and let the world see the beauty behind it--and soon it would all be his.
After far too long, his would be wife joined him. He could hardly remember the sermon, the recitation of their vows, the exchanging of rings--nothing seemed to register until the officiant finally said, "You may kiss the bride."
Evan eagerly lifted the veil--and immediately recoiled in disgust. That thing under there couldn't possibly be the woman he was supposed to marry! No, no, this was all wrong, on so many levels. His bride looked at him, shocked and betrayed. It opened its mouth to say something, but Evan cut it off. "No," he said. "I can't." The monster was repulsive, and he was angry at being so thoroughly fooled. "I won't," he growled, his hands moving from the veil to the creature's throat.Quote: evan's dorm is here for reference!
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Skye Starrfyre rolled 1 12-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 5:48 pm
He tried to remember which bottles he had already picked up, making note of which ones not to grab again. Whichever one had banished him to the world of minipets and pokemon was out, totally out, and that left him doing 'eenie meenie miney moe' between the remaining bottles that he hadn't tried. "Bottoms up." He murmured, closing his eyes as he dashed back another. _______________ The arrogance from the Pokemon world seemed to carry on into this one, although he was about to find out that it was foolish. How could he have been so wrong? There had never been love between them; only rivalry and competition. It was clear from the way this was going that he had never been important... But her lackey, Evan, was just reveling in it. Or maybe that wasn't the case. Maybe Evan was on his side. Maybe... "No. No, I won't." "That's alright. I will." Her voice was so sweet, so soft, so everything that the dagger slipping between his ribs was not. His lips parted wordlessly as he watched her, focus fading as his life bled out. It didn't matter if Evan had found a change of heart. She hadn't.
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Skye Starrfyre rolled 1 12-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 6:04 pm
< You could drink the fizzy one again, human. I rather liked the fizzy one... The yellow static mouse would have made a tasty morsel.> "No. No." He shook his head, drawing his fingers back away from the bottle that Tivadar had been trying to direct him towards, snagging the one two over from it instead. ..... There was regret almost instantly, but it wasn't from picking a bottle. No, it was from choosing this life. He had done this to himself and there was no one else to blame... No one else alive to blame. Well, no one else alive except for Ceres, and he couldn't exactly blame her.  "It's just you and me, Ceres." He reached over, lightly scratching between the minipet's ears. Her brow furrowed at the tone of his voice and she scrambled up into his lap, headbutting him while making several irritated sounds. "What?" His brow lofted and he drew his hand back quickly as she turned her head to n** at his fingers. "Alright, alright." He laughed, doing his best to keep his smile in place. "Better? I'll keep smiling as long as you don't give up on me, ok, boss?"
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iloveyouDIE rolled 1 12-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 6:14 pm
"Oh my gahd. Hahah!" Cee drank the same one again.
Ever was there sneering down his nose. It was like the dream had resumed where it left off.
"Well Hores don't need no stupid Sluts." And she punched him square in his nose.
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Inle-roo rolled 1 12-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 6:14 pm
Ugh, that had been terrible--the vision, that was, not the drink. That hadn't actually been too bad. He wouldn't have volunteered to drink that one again, but, as it appeared that he still wasn't able to fit through the small door, at last he'd have a bunch of different options. Amityville was nice, Evan decided, but he really didn't have enough experience in--well, anything--to know better, being newly undead. It was better than wandering around, definitely. He was glad that people had been nice enough to point him to the school, because he would never have found it by himself.
People here were nice, too, Evan decided as the ghoul who was leading him around made a point of showing him all of the best places on campus. "Well Hores don't need no stupid Sluts," she said, her voice garbled as she gave him a tour of the creepateria.
Evan blinked, perplexed, and committed her words to memory. "Okay, if you say so."Quote: evan's dorm is here for reference!
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Skye Starrfyre rolled 1 12-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 6:19 pm
"Welcome to Amityville Academy." The introduction was almost missed as the newly arrived spirit paused for a moment to glance around. He didn't quite feel like himself, but he supposed that came with the haunt. It would take some getting used to, but he would make the most out of the advice that he was being given... As long as he could actually remember all of it. Everything seemed so spotty.... "What? I can't... I can't quite hear you... Whose office should I avoid?"
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Beejoux rolled 1 12-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 6:31 pm
The dagger was back in her hand, another body laid out before her. She blinked down at them benignly, a smile edging full lips. "It will be quick. There will be no pain." At least not much. "This is how it has to be."
This time she was sorry, because the body before her was not a hunter. It was a student, someone she'd seen in passing in the halls, but not someone she knew by name.
They made a panicked noise, tears shining in their eyes, and Yaya gave a soothing hush, brushing one away with her thumb before that blade came down.
The greater good.
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iloveyouDIE rolled 1 12-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 6:31 pm
Cee was laughing when she came out of it this time but unfortunately she was out of that potion. She took another.
The music swelled and she was on her father's arm walking down the aisle. Already she could see Mama crying and she laughed a little. She was too happy to feel self conscious.
As she approached she saw a woman waiting for her, in a another fine gown with brown skin and smiling lips.
"Are you ready?" Cee asked with a smile.
The other bride's smile turned cruel, "It will be quick. There will be no pain."
"What?" Cee gasped.
Her bride pulled a knife, "This is how it has to be."
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Skye Starrfyre rolled 1 12-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 6:38 pm
"I'm sorry that it had to be this way... Or maybe... Maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm glad. Maybe this is just what you deserved..." {To Be Edited Further}
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Inle-roo rolled 1 12-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 6:40 pm
Evan checked the door, hopefully, and was disappointed to find it still tiny, still shut. With a sigh, he picked up another bottle. Who knew picking up junk at a garage sale would actually prove worthwhile? Evan certainly hadn't. He had only bought the beat-up tin lamp because he thought it would make a good gift for someone somewhere down the road. It wasn't until he was cleaning it up later on that he realized what he had on his hands. He had been about ready to kill the genie when it popped out, instinctively ready to send it back where it came from, but it offered him a better deal, instead.
"Any wish?" Evan asked. The genie nodded, and he had to think hard on it. "I wish this stupid war was over, and that we were on the winning side, and that those ******** monsters never came back ever again. Ever."
The genie nodded solemnly, glowing as it worked its magic. Suddenly, the ground started shaking, subtly at first, but the tremors grew until the building started falling apart. "I'm sorry that it had to be this way," it said, its voice distorted. "Or maybe...maybe I'm not. Maybe this is just what you deserved."Quote: evan's dorm is here for reference!
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Sexy Cocaine rolled 1 12-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 6:48 pm
Quote: EVENT 9: You drink a drink that tastes a little fizzy. You dream a dream where you have become the ultimate minipet collector and battle master. Your rival however, is the son of the Professor Deadoak, named (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You challenge them to a minipet battle and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
But this time it was... Helmut?
"I uh... I challenge you?" He sounded unsure, considering how his last rival encounter went.
His challenge was met with only gibberish. Ugh.
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