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 Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:14 pm
TanzMcAbre LollyxBeans {You're just TRYING To have me die, AREN'T you stare } ((Don't talk about me like that!))
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:20 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:25 pm
((Being awesome. And Remission. But mostly being awesome.))
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:27 pm
Alice took it all in with shock. She couldn't belive anything--she couldn't. It was hard to believe that the earth she thought she had left was no more. She had trouble breathing in this state, and the lack of oxygen only slowed down her thinking. Her throat tighten, but she was relived that she was not yet passing out. She nodded looking straight into his eyes. 'A succubus....'
((ahh I feel bad, you wrote so much, and I can't....))
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:34 pm
(hopefully I won't bone myself so hard in the future...)
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:35 pm
((Alice))
[Oh, trust me. My goal is to be the big poster in this RP...for now.]
Bob squinted. Yeah. And to make sure you don't pull any s**t, I'm going to...give that collar a curfew.
Closing his eyes, he murmured...something. You didn't feel any different. Maybe...calmer.
With a brief snap of his fingers, the time continuum flowed again, and your mayhem crashed to the floor, your burning eyes cooling rapidly.
"Feel any different now? I've made it so the collar only engages in bursts, making your power far lower...that is, until you learn the ropes."
He scratched his balls, sat down, yawned, and motioned to his wife, who slunk back in, freaked out beyond recognition.
"Hun," he grumbled, still looking in your eyes, "better make up another bed. We're taking on a student."
[Congratulations! You're the first to reach a sidequest! You're also the first to prompt a large plot twist: The Succubus' Tattered Reign. You've been moved to Mental: The Masterclass starting tomorrow! I suggest you soak in all that history. You're the only one who "knows" it.]
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:43 pm
(( whee awesome))
Alice took a deep breath and almost fell to the floor herself. Her bright pink hair hanged over her left eye, and her eyes were now completly back to icy blue. She could feel the necklace around her neck, but made no attempt to remove it. There was no way of telling what this man would do, or 'could' do. "So... you'll be my teacher?" She asked still very uncomfortable at her surroundings. It seemed like there were very few schools that had coffee and cigarett burns--not to mention the other unmentional stains--on the seats and walls.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 12:28 pm
Spaz swallowed hard as he stared up the dark elevator shaft. The cables swayed back and forth slightly, issuing a harsh metallic screech with each pendular motion. High overhead something rattled across a piece of metal, perhaps a rodent startled by the sudden influx of light from the hallway. Some flakes of rust rained down in an orange cloud, like a lovely snowfall carrying a promise of tetnis.
Spitting on his palms, Spaz leapt up and grabbed one of the horizontal bars jutting out from the side of the shaft that formed an emergency ladder. It promptly gave way under his weight, dropping him to the floor amidst a huge cloud of orange dust. He landed square on his a**, coughed, and let fly some foul language.
He gritted his teeth and scrambled up the elevator cables, using both his hands and feet. The going was slow, but the huge metal wires gave him a good grip and were so tense they hardly moved under his weight. By the time Spaz reached the second floor he was covered in sweat, rust, and cobwebs.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 2:49 pm
((MG))
Too bad the door was closed. Permanently, it seemed. This elevator door, like the ones above it (that he could see) were sealed shut...as if blowtorched or barricaded...someone didn't want him going in there...He could see the elevator cart, now...it was stuck on floor 7, and hung there pretty sturdily...blocking the entire chamber's length...maybe there was enough room to squeeze around, but getting inside might produce even better results...
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 2:52 pm
[Yeah, Kali, that D-6 wasn't for an action, so you can just post now. It was for Remission, a little bonus I give out. Sometimes, mental patients have "breakthroughs", and even normal people show some sheer brilliance at times. So, rolling a D-6 without a "Core Number" determines your chance of getting this little "extra". I recommend reading Bozley's char. development journals for announcements explaining things like these.]
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 3:14 pm
She stared down at her own foot-prints in the snow. Instead of setting up camp she had walked around, but apparently she had only walked around in a circle. As she stared she wondered. Why was she even doing this...surely a mental institution wouldn't be as bad as freezing to death...
'wait, what am I thinking?!' she shook her head stubbornly. 'I'd rather DIE than go to some mental institution!!' she said to herself angrily, and looked down at the snow. She had heard somewhere that you could make a shelter out of it... She kicked at it with her foot, tilting her head to the side. Perhaps she could manage something... just maybe...
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 5:25 pm
"Awwwww, son of a WHORE!!" Spaz shouted, looking up the length of the shaft he had yet to climb. He resumed pulling himself up the cable, hand over hand. Luckily enough, he was built for this kind of thing; his agility and low body weight made climbing easier, and he was starting to get his endurance back.
"The itsy bitsy spazoid climbed up the elevator..." he panted at floor three, "Down came the ketchup, gravy, and potaters." His stomach rumbled at the thought. By floor five his hands and left foot were sore and blistered, and sweat poured down the sides of his face. At floor six his arms gave out, and for one dangerous moment he hung upside-down by his right leg wrapped around one of the cables before he could pull himself back up.
He paused for a moment to stare up at the bottom of the elevator, his feet and legs supporting his weight while he let his arms recover. This next part was going to be tricky, but he thought he saw a way up. The support girders at the sides of the shaft were like vertical "I" beams; Spaz could shimmy up one of them by gripping the sides while "walking" up it with his feet. He'd done it before, but never this high up and never when he was this tired. Plus it was going to be a squeeze between the beam and the side of the car. Shaking out his arms, Spaz took a few deep breaths and leapt.
He thudded into the beam, hard, and wrapped his fingers around the sides. No! He was slipping! Pushing with his toes as hard as he could, he barely managed to hold on. His arms were screaming with fatigue, but sheer panic kept him from letting go. He scrambled upwards until he could press his back against the side of the elevator. That lessened the stress and allowed him to shimmy the rest of the way to the top.
Exhausted, he flopped onto the top of the car like a dead fish, his arms practically numb.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 8:30 pm
((MG))
Panting heavily, you roll over...and faint...
[You're doing ******** awesome. Okay. Question time. Gonna let you know that you're gonna gain a party member soon. Question is, would you like to hold off playing tonight completely and get a possible third, or would you like to continue and just get the one? The choice is yours.]
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