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Nio Love rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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 Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 4:28 am
[A7 is ACCIDENTALLY SCYTHE attacking A4]
The tense, heavy moment between two men sharing a bond carved in potential bloodshed was shot down in it's prime when A7 learned something. Of all the things A7 was expecting, the weight of the weapon in his hand was not one of them. The weapon itself tumbled in his grip, haphazardly slicing through the air as he fumbled to grab it with both hands, instead of just the one he'd attempted to hold it with. It looked altogether clumsy and ridiculous, and made him look much less the killer he was destined to be, and much more the clumsy oaf he had proven himself as this entire trip.
The scythe barely managed to slice past the face of the Doctor, leaving him unharmed, but only just barely.
"I ******** give up. Seriously. Sorry, Doc. Didn't mean it." He groaned, and gripped the scythe in both hands, firmly wielding it this time. "Okay. Let's try that again."
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 4:32 am
"You will still be alive, Alpha Seven."
Zeta Eight's voice didn't rise. That was the first indication that something was different. Not bad, per se -- screaming would have been a bad sign -- just... different. She had been practically comatose as she had watched Zeta Three bring the scythe down upon the hooded figure which had brought them here, reacting not at all as he had disappeared, leaving the Zeta in possession of the dangerous weapon. She hadn't reacted to Alpha Seven either -- her head had tilted up slightly to stare at him as he'd dually done to her, but beyond that she hadn't moved, her posture unwavering as he'd touched his mask to hers. Even as he'd walked around her, she didn't move, not even to turn to face the two rivals who seemed to be completely at odds.
'Give me the scythe, Z3'
'If you return it...'
'...if I am still alive...'
She'd turned then to face them at that moment. Her fingers were closed but not clenched, knuckles protruding from beneath the gloves as she formed them into loose fists. She missed her mace. A lot. But that didn't mean she wouldn't, or couldn't, throw a punch. And she would. There could be no mistaking that -- it seemed clear enough.
"Because if you die, I will kill you."
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 4:38 am
Leaning back and reaching for another chair, the Doctor asked, "Alright, who felt the need to give Alpha Male Complex (who I greatly admire, really) a weapon? And a great big glowy one at that, hmmm?"
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Nio Love rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 4:39 am
[A7 is SCYTHE attacking Z5]
So he had a moment of clumsiness. You would have, too, if you tried to pick this weapon up. It was massively heavier than it looked. Something was seriously trying to keep it grounded, and A7 was working as hard as he could to fight that force. As it was, he decided to keep the scythe end on the floor, as he pointed it quite sternly at the guy who wanted to keep the reaper alive.
"Okay. Nothing personal, but the facts are clear. You didn't want us to kill the one person we know we want dead. For all we know, he wasn't even human. Hell, for all we know, he's still not dead. All I know is, you were on his side, which in my book spells traitor."
A7 lifted the scythe as best as he could, and heaved it behind him.
"Let's hope I'm right."
He should have hoped he was better at swinging, instead - the scythe whooshed cleanly right past Z5's mask, leaving him with nothing more than a breeze to worry about.
"God damnit!" He cursed loudly, dropping the end of the scythe back on the ground with a grunt. "This is gonna take some getting used to."
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x_Nata_x rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 4:47 am
(Z8 is attacking Z5)
Zeta Eight had followed Alpha Seven's line of sight to where Zeta Five stood, her mask staring at him as the well-built man gave his speech, moving a split second after he had begun to swing the scythe. Immediately she was behind her fellow Phoenix, waiting until she saw the blade had swung past before she crouched, crouching as she ducked around his body, using her legs to spring towards him, drawing back her fists to swing.
Sadly, she wasn't as skilled with her fists. Being used to a mace, she missed him, feeling the brush of fabric but no flesh giving beneath her knuckles. Close only counted in horse shoes and hand grenades.
Health: 15
Damage: 0
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Eight rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 4:49 am
Reaper 10 watched as A7 took the scythe from Z3, wincing a bit as he stumbled and missed the people he was trying to hit. She listened quietly as he called out the fool who had been defending the reaper, being all sissy girly Disney princess oh em gee don't hurt him guys about their decision. He made..a very good point.
b***h gotta go.
She ran up behind Z5 but slipped on a piece of her new stolen robe. <********> She cried out as she slammed to the ground.
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lizbot rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 4:49 am
(A-4 attacking Z-5)
Squinting a bit at the second five, the Doctor frowned behind his mask. "Well lad, looks like we're for another set-to, eh? Nothing personal, right?" Lifting the chair a bit with one hand, testing out its weight, he continued, "Oh what am I saying, it bloody well is personal! Accusing me just because I happened to murder someone you admired before your very eyes and then attacked you from behind before you could get all vengeful? Well, here's your justification!" He heaved the chair at Zeta 5, which hit...not quite on target, but well enough to start things off.
Dusting off his hands, he finished, "Let's face it, you've been wanting this for awhile, boy. Those survival instincts...tsk, tsk."
Damage to z5: 3
HP: 15
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Azure Desiderium rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 4:52 am
(( A-3 is attacking A-7 ))
A-Three stepped up, anger boiling up within him now as he currently was experiencing ire on a level previously unknown to him. He had tried to reason with them, he had attempted to calm things down before they rose to a boiling point...but no, everyone just had to attempt to kill one another in a rather uncivilized and dishonorable fashion. "A-Seven!" He snapped, lashing out at him...the swing just barely missing as the man seethed. "I find this distinctly dishonorable of you! Z-Five is many things, but not your enemy! Put the scythe down before you do something you will regret!" Fiver and his idiocy were one thing, but the naive and pathetically tenderhearted Fiver II...well someone needed to throw the punches around here.
Grand...it seemed as though the world was turning on them. Grimly, he realized that he'd thrown his lot in with the wrong crew...and he sought Fiver II's hand with one of his own. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Raising his voice...his own adamant tone startled him, as though it were coming from another person, though still filled with an all to familiar ring of ice.
The chaos had been started...and now they were all going to die.
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Hanyousblood rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 4:53 am
((Z3 is attacking A3!))
Z3 had beheaded a phantom reaper with his own weapon.
The word trust had actually passed his lips in lending it to another man.
... And now he was suddenly up to apparently defend that man, who'd actually professed something perfectly logical for once, because they were brothers in arms.
Needless to say, the world of his norms were all coming to a glorious and catastrophic end in form of one great kick to the knees as Z3 moved in behind A3: alike in numbers, perhaps, but not in dignity. After all, he told himself, he couldn't have people taking down the wielder of his weapon so haphazardly.
Or at least, not before he'd had it returned.
Damage done to A3: 5
Z3's HP: 15
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Nio Love rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 5:02 am
[A7 is SCYTHE attacking A3, OH THE HUMANITY - holy s**t that rhymed]
Was he really surprised that A3 was hooking up with yet another group of failbots? No. Not at all. He eyed the hand-holding, and let out a loud, exaggerated groan.
"You have got to be KIDDING ME. AGAIN? You're doin' this AGAIN, bro?" His accent had slipped out in anger, and he picked the scythe up to aim it with a heaving blow at A3. "I will cut through all you traitors if I have to." He grunted, swinging the scythe over his head and completely missing once more.
In a more subdued voice, he muttered quietly to his comrade who managed to hit his opponent with his fists, while he managed to miss with a giant ******** scythe.
".. Z3, maybe I shouldn't have taken this from you after all."
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danse-hexe rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 5:09 am
[A10 is ATTACKING... A4?!?!]
Momentarily stunned by the attack on the reaper (and said reaper's subsequent disappearance), A10 could only stand and stare, mouth wide open.
She was lucky for the gas masks; not that there were bugs in this place that COULD have flown into her mouth, anyway, but just.. to be safe, y'know? All hell broke loose the moment she recovered enough to close her mouth, and adrenaline surged through her veins as she watched them all attack each other.
Oooohhh, THE FRAY! A10 jumped right in. This was what she was used to; fighting, not sitting around tables. There wasn't even tea or cake; the party was a terrible one. And now their host was gone... it was playtime. Gleefully, A10 swung a punch... only to have it land on the chair the doctor was holding. Tears sprang into her eyes; ughhhh, her knuckles hurt so much ;___;
Next time, she swore, she'd... er, look where she was aiming....
"Sorry 'bout that, Doc! Bandage this up for me later, will you?"
Damage done to A4('s chair): 0!
HP left: 15
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 5:18 am
(( A5 is neutral in the sense that he isn't ACTUALLY ATTACKING anyone but he is quite pissed off ))
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING?!!!" Fiver yelled from his own spot behind Three. "It's DEAD, and we're all alive and what does it really MATTER who the ******** said what or didn't say what before now?!! Maybe instead of trying to KILL each other with that thing," he pointed to the scythe in A-7's hands, "We should concentrate on GETTING THE ******** OUT OF THIS ROOM!"
Goddammitall. He would likely get it for this too but he couldn't just let them ....
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 5:27 am
((REAPER TEN is neutral))
Owwwww. REAPER TEN rolled over onto her back and rubbed her fa--mask...she'd bashed her face against her mask when she fell. That hurt. She sighed and was about to get up when the scythe's blade flew past her face.
She nearly s**t her pants right there.
Once it was gone REAPER TEN sat up and rubbed her shoulder, whipping her head side to side to crack her neck. Sigh. Being REAPER TEN was hard work. How did that guy move around in this thing? She stood, looking toward A5 as he yelled at them all from his hiding spot. A hiding spot? Really? Sigh. She almost wished she had her gun. "We can't leave. Not until the traitor is dead, and apparently the reaper wasn't the traitor after all." Oops. Oh well! That was in the past now. "We're on this island to survive as long as we can. I'm done playing nice." REAPER TEN pity the fool who didn't want to survive.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 5:27 am
(( A3 is...not attacking...but only kinda sorta neutral, mostly just pissed. GDDMMT. Congratulations, A3 is monologuing. ))
When Z3 hit him, Three staggered, the blow a substantial one as he went down to his knees with a distinct hiss of pain. This game...it might as well be bloody rigged for all the chances he stood in it. Shuddering, he swallowed down the rather foul taste that this whole affair left on his tongue, and with a heave, fingertips brushing the floor so that he could push upwards, he unsteadily managed to get back on his feet. "Fine." He snapped, straightening as though for a military inspection, taking a step towards A-Seven. "If you all must be so utterly juvenile, then so be it. However, the truth stands as this...we are hardly traitors." There was a gesture to Z5, "This one is merely an idiot." Yes, he was frustrated with his comrade, but he wasn't willing to surrender the fellow to the ravenous dogs about them just yet.
He'd kind of thought him adorable, in that pathetic sort of way...not in any sort of manner that indicated he needed putting down. Stubbornly, A-Three had made the most illogical and rash decision of his life...and he wasn't about to let go of it. Strange, what life and death will do to a man. Almost dimly, he heard Fiver's words in his ears. How odd, that this would be the moment in which the man would finally choose to spew logic.
"I, for one, am tired of all the moronic behavior I have seen exhibited in this place in the last three days. To cease and desist, would be the wisest decision, but if the past is any indicator, I highly doubt that will be the route taken." And the man's fingers curled into fists, the soft squeak of gloves as knuckles turned white 'neath his suit a quiet consolation.
(( HP: 10 ))
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danse-hexe rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 5:31 am
[A10 IS IN: BERSERKER MODE]
[A10 is ATTACKING A3. A10 MISSED LIKE A BOSS.]
TAKE THAT! Dancing around like a mad otter whose shellfish had been stolen, A10 aimed a kick at A3. SCOREEEEEEEEE..... ?!
Well, it was more like playing air soccer. The girl missed her target completely... but if she'd kicked a ball, she would've scored a goal!
Or so she liked to think. Mannnn, this stuff was exciting. SO EXCITING. Having apparently died once, A10 didn't fear anything anymore; right now her legs were stiff from sitting down at the table, and she just wanted a nice stretch, okay?
"WE'RE DONE TALKING ABOUT TRAITORS, A3. THAT WAS, AS A2 WOULD PROBABLY SAY, SO TWO MINUTES AGO."
Considering her ineptitude at landing hits... A10 spent a second or two wondering where all this bravado was coming from. Maybe... it was A7's reassuring presence near her. It was.. where he belonged- not flanked by the two crazy girls that had practically assaulted him.
"LISTEN GOOD," she said, wheeling around to face A7. "I'M the only one who gets to fling myself at you, okay?"
And she did just that.
Damage to A3: 0
Total HP: 15
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