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Necromonium generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
42!
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 Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 10:12 pm
 Ayano Kyuta..?
Ayano gracefully swooned across the dance floor as she searched for a familiar figure....The telltale scar her main key in locating him.
"Hrm~ Hrm~ I wonder where he could be." she mused softly to herself, as she moved through the smoke...Wondering...Curious...
'Where...oh where could he beee~?'
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 10:45 pm
 The Hibaversary Halloween Monsters' Ball
(Roll Results - Zeo Kirijo!)There was a moment during Zeo's dramatic entrance that against all odds, and against all evidence of prior entrances, the thick violet mist seemed to part...just for that moment...so that everyone could lay eyes upon the dramatic cyborg's showmanship. And just as quickly as he reached his hand into the candy bowl, the violet mist swirled and surrounded him all over again, smother, embracing, almost as if to hide the results of his playful bet from everyone else in the room tonight. Was that for good or ill? The answer remained to be seen.
Suddenly, just as he dangled the candy in his palm...it shifted and rolled, scuttling to the knuckle of his index finger almost as if it had grown legs! Or was it...teeth? Before he could ask, there was a pinch at his left index finger as the candy changed from black to silver and stretched, wrapping itself around the finger and hardening, shimmering...like a ring? Though it was thicker and wider, the face like a silver shield with a crimson gem set into the center. This...was a truly pimping ring, but the pain at his finger was a reminder that this hadn't come without a price.
The gemstone flashed...and suddenly, like a tiny laser from the red core, a beam shot out and carved into the floor a symbol... "Z + L(adies)" written within a heart shape. Was this...a small, minor-grade laser after all? Awesome. Awesome. Though ever since it attached itself to him there was this little voice whispering something about 'Ahsh Nahk Krimpatul' or whatever, but who had the time to listen to creepy, coaxing voices in his head when so many ladies were out there to be found, right?
...Right?Quote: Playful Trick - Al-Pharazon's Ring - A strange, silver ring with a red gemstone with an unusual enchantment...it instills a voice, coaxing, whispering dark words into the mind of the wearer that might overwhelm a weaker-minded wearer. For those who can control it, however, it provides light stealth to the wearer when outside of battle and can unleash a small laser from the gemstone with the ability to inflict minor burns upon targets.
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 10:57 pm
Zeo Encounters...Toga the Yandere with Nothing to Lose!His entrance was dramatic; his response from the candy bowl was even more so. And yet as he called out to the ladies and prepared to swashbuckle down into the dance floor to meet them, there was a strange...sudden tug at the back of his shirt. Two fingers alone, he would see as he looked over his shoulder and saw a form there, held him back...with supernatural strength, it seemed. Her hair was blonde and her eyes were red, her smile was wide and eerie, and her expression sparkled with untamed desire, affection, jealousy, and perhaps a little something more...? Her eyes looked at the ground for just a moment as she held him there in place with her unnatural power, before finally she met his gaze...
...And for the first time, he could see the true danger held within them...
"Zeo-chi, did you forget your promise...?" she spoke suddenly, lowly...her voice wavering with jealousy, anger, and...pleasure? In her free hand a silver blade flashed, yet much of it was already covered in red, red blood...as was her sweater, and much of the floor behind her leading up to a form on the floor...was that...was that a girl back there?! "Two weeks ago, you fell out of the sky in the Junes Food Court and you took my hands and you promised me you'd be with me forever...but now you're here...and you're looking for girls...you didn't forget me DID you?"
What a precarious situation he was in, now! A dance floor full of ladies out there on the floor...a psychotic murderess at his back...and a dangerous question lingering in the air. What would his answer be? And would he survive the night if he said the wrong thing? Quote: Choose a response!1. Don't. Stick. Your. Memory Drive. In. Crazy. (Carefully detach the crazy lady's fingers from your shirt and run as fast as you can into the mist!) 2. She's...clearly nuts. Maybe appeasing her and letting her down easy will defuse this situation? (Tell her that of COURSE you remember, you were just on your way to get some punch...and carefully escape into the mist.) 3. You really don't remember any of this. How many girls do you propose to in a day? Play it off and don't think twice. (Tell the psychotic lady that you don't know her, you don't want to, and she's really not your type, anyway.) 4. A psycho-stabby lady-friend who wants me all to herself?! AWWWW YEAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! (Turn around, embrace her completely, and declare your love to the heavens! Tonight is going to be epic!) Add your response into your next post!
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2017 9:49 am
Nekura Encounters...Caliban the Monster!At your words, Caliban reaches down and wraps one large hand around your forearm. With the other, he pinches by your wrist... and searing, white-hot pain surges through your body as he rips your hand right off. With seemingly little concern, Caliban then grabbed his wrist and tore his own hand off before pressing the bloody stump of your hand against his newly-freed wrist. Right before your eyes, stitches appeared out of his wrist and latched onto the small hand, which rapidly turned a patchwork of gray and purple to match the rest of his body. It was still smaller than the rest of his form, though - which appeared to be exactly what he wanted.
Using the small new hand, Caliban picked up another glass from the bar - and this time it didn't break. He downed the contents and nodded in satisfaction, then turned to you and smiled. "Friend." he said, patting you on the head with your old hand. He pressed his old one to your bleeding stump a moment later, and it shrunk to fit your wrist. Yet there seemed to be some memory there... the lingering friendship of the monster, something that remained as he vanished through a cloud of smoke. Quote: Nekura has received Caliban's Hand. Effects to be determined later!
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Necromonium generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
71!
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2017 10:29 am
 Nekura MyonmuNekura winced, and let out an incredibly sharp...But swift
"Nnnngaaaah..."
Having his hand ripped off was no more fun this time than any previous time...But, as the patchwork monster patted him with his hand....That was his old hand... Nekura gave a small chuckle."Yeah...Friends." he mused, with a wave of his new hand....As he started to continue along the floor.
'What a weird guy.'
Quote: Caliban's Hand: Effects to be determined later
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2017 10:34 am
"AWWWW YEEEEEEEEEEAH! I totally remember babe! You were the one with the knife and the hostage situation that I totally didn't know how to defuse. You think I'd forget? Psshaw." Calling Zeo the smartest sunflower in the field would've been a mistake, but saying he might ever forget a lady was, as you might guess, just as ridiculous. Suuure he vaguely recalled something about a senpai, a bunch of ropes, and the staff of Junes coming thiiiis close to being tossed over the rooftop until her demands were met...but that wasn't what was important right now. What was important was that the dance floor was filled with a kickin' beat, he had the need to groove, and it looked like he was about to have the spiciest dance partner in the whole ball. What wasn't to love about this and the knife he was willfully ignoring because it didn't fit his narrative? Such things were merely the icing on this delicious, babe covered cake! Awwww yeah! "You're ready to get your groove on, right babe? Alexa, dim the lights!"Zeo shouted to one of those stupid google electronic devices. And...apparently Paulonia had upgraded recently, because suddenly the lights got a little dimmer on command, all thanks to this mysterious Alexa who may or may not have been a human soul trapped in an electronic device. The world may never knooow~Quote: Totally option Four babe!
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Necromonium generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
44!
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2017 10:34 am
Ayano Kyuta..?
A sharp groan.... A flash of pain.... And, a vaguely familiar voice....
Ayano's ears perked up as she turned to the familiar sound, and bounded towards it, her hat bouncing along as she moved.
"Myon myon! C'mon, here! Thisawayyy!" she called out with a wave, wishing she could spark some kind of light....
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But, hopefully, he would follow the sound of her voice, and find her in this...Smoggy dance-floor.
'I am getting a bit thirsty though..
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2017 11:11 pm
Zeo Encounters...Toga the Yandere with Nothing to Lose!"Who the f*** is Alexa?"
The deadpan, dangerous tone of her voice was punctuated with a little, sharp jabbing in the back that was probably just a non-fatal stab wound? Though given that it was Zeo, he'd probably shrug it off as something kinky and move right along with whatever he was doing. And it was just as good, because the moment after her bout of jealousy, Toga's mind finally processed the thing that he had actually said and a wide, cat-fanged grin creased her lips as she leaped into the air and clapped her hands excitedly. Seizing the blue-haired boy by the wrist she aimed the two of them like a torpedo towards the dance floor, the initiative between them completely swung back into her favor as they crashed through couples left-and-right in their unwieldy dive.
"Oh! OH! RIGHT! Of COURSE you remembered...I mean, why wouldn't you remember me? You and I are completely in love, aren't we? Aren't we?" as if to prod his response, that little digging in his back flared up again, just as she wrapped her arms around him...the object stabbing somewhat...err...relatively gently into his back clutched tightly within her arms. The music kicked on...the mood began to settle...and then, just as the mood might finally be about to reach something resembling...romantic?
Her eyes went wide and she leaped away from him suddenly, her steel instrument dripping faintly with a thick, crimson...something. She laughed nervously, cutely; her eyes found Zeo with obsession and embarrassment written somewhat contradictory within them.
"You! The psycho with the knife! Get back here!" a deep, male voice shouted through the mist as footfalls drew closer to the 'couple'. Laughing playfully, she conked herself on the head with the handle of her definitely bloody knife, getting a few droplets on her cheek as she smiled.
"Sorry, sorry! I've got to skip, but I'll come back for you, honey! Tootaloo~<3!"
...And then, chased by what looked like a trio of angry security guards...the girl was gone into the mist. The lingering, stinging pain in his lower back the only remaining evidence that she had ever been there at all... Quote: Zeo receives Enchantment: Love Stab - A lingering reminder that love can hurt, this...we'll generously call it a 'mark'...on Zeo's lower back will last for one day in-RP or until he has been in two fights, whichever comes first. For that span of time/number of battles, the memory of this star-crossed, romantic encounter will have one of two effects, the choice of which is up to Zeo himself. Effect 1: Zeo may wear the form of Toga Himiko, the Yandere with Nothing to Lose. OR Effect 2: Zeo may be emboldened by her violent love and regain 5% SP per-turn and gain a static Low-level boost to all Magic spells cast at a cost of 5% HP per-turn (probably from the whole bleeding thing...).
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Necromonium generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
36!
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2017 8:54 pm
 Amora
"Mmmth.....I wish my father could see this.."
Amora had picked out... quite an interesting outfit for her costume.... Having had just enough of a figure to pull it off, as she'd asked the other girls in the apartments for help.
Though the Geirin of the time provided the supplies, it was Fate's masterful embroidery, coupled with Dolus's research that lead to such a....Foxy costume.
"Mmm Mmm... but, at least I'm sure it looks amazing." she mused, the tail being part of a belt she wore, as she playfully swung it around, doing her best to wander about in the strange kimono, as she adjusted the ears on her head, and ribbon in her hair.
"Now...wonder if any of the others have found their way here....."
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Necromonium generated a random number between
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46!
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2017 8:58 pm
Amora
Amora kept dancing her way across the mysterious floor... Finding herself a bit caught up in the interesting beat that was being broadcast from...something.
"I....certainly haven't heard music like this before." she mused as she adjusted the ears once more, and continued to slowly dance across the floor, glancing down to see the smog above her feet....And, gazed through the shadows of the ominous dance floor.
There were probably other people around... somewhere. She just had to find them.
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Necromonium generated a random number between
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68!
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2017 9:00 pm
Amora
As Amora glanced around, she thought for a moment she could see a telltale grey scar....
But, the figure slipped away before she could get any headway, shrugging her shoulders as she moved.
"Well, I'm sure I'll find Myonmu if he's here." she mused, continuing to dance around, waiting for someone familiar to wander by.
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Necromonium generated a random number between
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3!
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2017 9:02 pm
Nekura MyonmuAs Nekura tested out his 'new' hand a few more times, making sure all of his digits were still responding, he continued to make his way across the dance floor...Seeing a girl with fox ears, and a tail.
"Was that Ari? No...Ari doesn't have pink hair." he noted, wondering if it could be..
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No, she wasn't the type...
"Anyways....Wonder if I should get a drink..."
Quote: Caliban's Hand: Effects to be determined later
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Necromonium generated a random number between
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39!
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2017 9:05 pm
Amora
Amora continued to scoot across the dance floor, pausing after a bit to give a glance towards a table...With a strange looking bowl of punch.
"Hrm...Maybe shouldn't try it yet." she thought out loud, thinking of all of the.....things that could be a part of said refreshment...Or, more specifically, what she would do with something like that, if she had enemies...
"But....In a bit..if someone else drinks....And doesn't... Yeah..maybe then."
She continued along the floor, gazing at the table every so often...warily.
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Zorc James generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
46!
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2017 11:17 pm
 Delviere
Ah, what a time to be alive~ As Delviere ran, he seemed to run and run with the ghost getting closer and closer. But just as she finally clasped her hands around the neck she chased so heartily for, Delviere finally made it back to the dance party. "Eh, probably wasn't worth." he said to himself as he wandered along, letting the music seep back into the bones, and move along with the music.
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Necromonium generated a random number between
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17!
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2017 9:09 pm
Amora
Amora paced away from the punch bowl after a few minutes of warily eying it... Nobody going for it just yet.
"I'll..come back later." she stated to herself, before moving back onto the dance floor, her tail still swaying with each step. She liked her outfit a lot...really, she did...
But, part of her couldn't help but wonder...
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