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MoonKitsune rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-24)
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 Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 4:44 pm
Just as he rose, he felt a pretzel get smacked atop his head that sent him right back down, followed by a lollipop that broke across the side of his head and cracked his googles into spiderweb lines.
"You're not sweet! Go assault and candy someone else!" He fired again, right into open space. Reaching up, he furiously tried to rub the frosting caked on his glasses before getting hit across the head again. Melvin's HP: 38/60 (hurt for 10 more) Dmg: NONE Hunter HP: 58
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its me debz rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 7
Total: 13 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 4:48 pm
7 dmg
Or not, he thought, face-planting onto tracks made of what tasted like licorice. This was harder than ti seemed. Fine. Brushing his knees off as he stood, Kostya licked a bit of melting marshmallow snow off the side of his lips. Christmastown was just as strange as all the stories, but at least he wasn't a cookie, this time.
With a deep breath in, Kostya took off running at top speed, pushing himself hard enough to make the jump onto the train, clawing at back-platform like a cat trying to pull himself up and out of the bathtub.
Once on the train, he decided to just.... follow the yelling. That generally was a safe bet. In annoyance, he kicked the next door open.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 4:49 pm
"Hang on," shouted Mark, who was actually standing right next to Kostya, "nobody is getting murdered. This was supposed to be oh, I dunno, kidnap Santa back to Deus not murder him. Who the heck said murder?" It was amazing how little the Death assistant's brain actually processed as important information.
He paused for a second and then spotted Kostya. "Oh hey Kostya, my man. I'm going to blow up a train. Wanna help?"
All of this was still said through the headsets.
Meanwhile on the cabin, Santa, while disappointed that a lot of his toys were quite broken, was taking the time and care to place every single toy back into a second bag. Most of them obeyed, a few were still actively trying to destroy anyone else in the room (there was an anime action figure stuck to Lucky's hair, ripping out as much as it possibly could with feeble hands, which was one strand at a time).
The fumes inside the cabin from the gumdrops being incinerated were becoming increasingly nauseating, to the point where it created a strange, numbing effect. Really, it wasn't that bad, but it should have been. But why should it be bad when everything was so great?
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 4:53 pm
"Uh," Kostya said, stopping in his tracks before he could even leave the caboose. What was he buried under, over there? Was that body pillows covered in what looked like...sexy gnome girls? With beards? He shook his head, squinting at Mark. " Vell, it's not Deus property, I am thinking, so..." Well, Christmas had never really been his favorite holiday. And blowing something up for the sake of a mission was surely better than waiting until the very last minute to stop being literally evil. "Sure."
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 4:55 pm
"Wouldn't it be better doing this in January when he's not so...busy and s**t?" Rep said, thinking aloud, but here he was trying to apply logic to kidnapping santa claus in the first place. "Bringing him back to the island would probably end up in murder anyway. Him or us."
When Mark mentioned blowing up the train, he startled, the gesture frightening a herd of my little pony merchandise which set about climbing his leg. Friendship wasn't magic at all, it was terrifying.
"And, look can we have time to get off the ******** train first?" he asked but suspected this was going to be another horrible trainwreck, possibly literally.
But you know, that was a bit negative when you came down to it. Should they really be so negative when it was such a wonderful time of the year?
HP: 48
JOY: 10
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Nothing Yet rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 5:00 pm
The hand on Caroline's arm wasn't immediately registered, nor was the question asked to her, but it sunk in eventually. "Huh?" She shook her head, working to regain her bearings, blinking at Liam a couple of times before her mind made the proper connections. "Oh! Liam! Hey, baby!" With a pleasant smile, she gave him an affectionate pat on the cheek and nodded in affirmative. "I'm--yeah, I'm okay. Feeling a little weird, that's all. No. Listen, does the Death Lead, uh...look anything like--" Then she shook her head again with a little nah. That had to be just in her mind. Not really considering what she was doing, she wandered along with the others towards the lighthouse, finding a little comfort in the autopilot it provided her. What wasn't comfortable was being abruptly pushed through a portal without warning. Nor was the sudden change of scenery, even if it was most definitely delicious. "Liam," she called over her shoulder, brushing marshmallowy snow off of her face and shoulders. She couldn't tell if he'd made it through yet or not - the snow was sticking stubbornly to her lashes - but she hoped he'd hear either way. "Don't know where the hell we are, but this train's moving quick here--" And she'd bother with trying to hop on as soon as she tasted the snow to determine if it was as good as it smelled. Caroline's HP: 40/40
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 5:00 pm
Mark didn't wait for Kostya's reply before he was already piling what looked like peppermint candies tied Christmas-light styles to a long cotton candy string. "Okay so, you go to the front, where Santa is, and string these around the area. We gotta blow up the front where all the stuff is and that will stop the train. It's about a hundred cars up over there." He pointed, it was indeed one-hundred six by eight feet train cards up, and then gave Kostya the double thumbs up. "When you finish it, give the signal and I'll let her blow. You got this bro!"
He paused, and then seemed to shout to the thin air (his headset, which he was yes, still wearing right next to his mouth). "I'm not saving anyone who unfollowed me on Twitter!"
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its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 5:08 pm
9/100 cars
"I vill have it known," he muttered, gathering up the lights in a way that was anything but dignified, "that I do not approve of this unequal distribution of labor."
But Caelius had said to stop the train, so. This was technically in line with all of his instructions. They were probably going to get further lectured either way. Ah, the trials and tribulations of Death Division.
Despite his dour nature, an almost smile crossed his stern features as he made his way towards the front of the train.
"Maybe," he said to himself, "this won't end very terribly." Possibly. Sort of. Kind of. Unlikely, but...a guy had to hope, right?
(Wrong.)
10 joy
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 5:11 pm
"You wouldn't - MARK -" Lucky paced around beside Rep, waving his phone around as well as his weapon. "I didn't unfollow you yet--" The whole traincar smelled like burning sugar now. Lucky momentarily gave up on arguing with Mark to give Rep the bad news. Never mind that everyone with a headset already heard it. "Of course not, we're going down with the ship. The train. Hah." He started to giggle despite there being nothing funny about it, the sound of which was so unlike him that he was startled into covering his own mouth with both hands and the phone. He gave Rep a look of complete terror before he burst into another fit of laughter. HP: 40/60 Joy: 10/100
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 5:11 pm
The Hunter looked about ready either laugh or cry hysterically when she suddenly slumped over, falling off the train. A pool of blood began to ooze underneath her further and further inert form-
- But before Melvin could figure out what had happened, someone grabbed him from behind and there was a portal and-
- he was face to face with Santa Claus, Rep, Lucky, and an assortment of other entirely random Hunters.
"Now now," said Santa, a very tall, jolly guy in red with a great big beard. "Why don't you come sit on Santa's lap and tell me what you really want for Christmas?"
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prolixity rolled 2 12-sided dice:
1, 7
Total: 8 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 5:12 pm
Jordan had no idea who the woman was, and was just opening his mouth to ask when she attacked Melvin, apparently unprovoked. "Holy s**t, lady, what's your problem? Get off him!"
There was no room to summon Ferros; he tried to grab for the woman's arms, instead, and was startled when she slumped suddenly and fell off the train, a suspicious red stain spreading beneath her. He took a step back, which happened to be a step through yet another portal, and turned to find himself face to face with a small crowd, a bunch of broken toys, and Santa. " ... uh."
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 5:17 pm
Lucky laughing was so absurd that Rep couldn't HELP but laugh himself.
And once he got started it was hard to stop. Here he was. And Santa was asking if he wanted to sit on his ******** knee.
Why the ******** not?
"Sure." he said. "I'll sit on yer ******** knee ya stingy b*****d. I had a CHILDHOOD with NO OR SHITE GIFTS YOU OWE ME."
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 5:25 pm
Mark was watching Kostya's progression with his binoculars as it began to rain hot chocolate above them. "Um, you guys didn't like, eat anything on the train right? That Joy stuff is like, lethal man. Messes with you. You'll get stuck here if you don't know any better, forever." He tried to sound ominous but it just sounded slightly casual because he was way more butthurt over Lucky lying about unfollowing him on Twitter.
"You're doing great!" the Death assistant yelled at Kostya from nine cabins away. There was a pause and then Mark suddenly began to frantically gesticulate towards Kostya's general direction -
- And suddenly Kostya landed quite forcefully next to Santa, Rep, Lucky, Melvin, and Jordan, who had also gotten a VIP ticket to Santa's train room.
Said Santa was just casually sitting there, humming a holiday tune, looking excessively jolly. Which wasn't that bad right? "And what does everyone want for Christmas?" Said Santa in a jolly, quite familiar tone, wrapping up a third bag of toys for later.
As Rep sat on his lap, Santa patted him gently, and it felt comforting and warm. "But Rep-kun," Santa whispered very softy so only he could hear, "Santa already got you a present!"
It was beginning to feel hazy, in a happy sort of way. What Mark had said about the Joy stuff being lethal, he wasn't serious right?
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 5:28 pm
When the woman stopped, he just assumed she was going to find some part of the train to come back and beat him with, and grabbed out for what little railing was there to hold himself to try and get up. Eyes above his slumping glasses, the woman just sorta - fell to the side of the train without any force aside her own and gravity and was gone just like that.
Staring, he held his now sugar-frosted head before he was grabbed and heaved through space. One moment he was outside of the train - and another he hit the floor again and was staring at a cabin.
Head still ringing like a cracked porcelain bell, he rolled to one side and sat up to see a bunch of hunters and - ..
OH wow. He really needed to get his head checked at the Infirmary.
But Old Saint Nick was not some mall imitation or just a random guy who looked too close - but a full on down tot he shiny brass buckle of his belt, Santa who was all jiggle and Christmas mirth.
And Rep was there sitting on his lap, holding him.
Melvin could only stare and look around the room completely lost.
At least it smelled nice in here and no one was hitting him in the head with candy.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 5:32 pm
Someone was sauntering next to Caroline and it looked a lot like that perhaps-maybe relative that she was talking about. She had about 0.000023 seconds to ask her really important question-
- Before she too was thrown into the Santa room.
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