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 Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 8:29 pm
Christof hobbled to Barth's side, an anxious noise bubbling out of the back of his throat as he tried, perhaps a bit too invasively, to inspect the damage.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 8:36 pm
Barth let Christof push his claws away, and hissed at any poking and prodding, but didn't dissuade him. He finally looked at Calder, who looked shaky at best.
"Not- too bad, is it?" Barth asked Christof quietly.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 8:41 pm
Christof glanced away for just a moment to check Calder as well, looking actually relieved to see the invisible ghoul bandaging him up. Even so, gave Barth a grunt, and pulled his needle and thread from the hem of his coat. This wouldn't be the first time he'd stitched up his master... but there was no time to try to concentrate on actually HEALING him... just... keeping his insides in.
And at least he gave a requesting grunt before beginning, hands hovering at the ready should Barth direct him.
They were right- this was fruitless. They needed to get out and figure out exactly what was happening. Besides the obvious: Christmas was not terribly thrilled about last year's antics.
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Sosiqui rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 8:42 pm
How very... repetitive. Malodore sighed. All this observation and it hadn't really manifested anything unusual. Really, once you got over how large it was and how sharp its sword was, it was rather scientifically dull.
Sigh.
"Perhaps we should move on to more fertile ground? This experiment wears thin... it may be that the true key to this lies elsewhere." The plague doctor sent one last sharpened feather lancing into the thing's side before pivoting on one hoof. With a nod at Jericho and Riley, it headed out.
((exiting!))
My HP: 40/40
Damage Dealt: 3
Collective Damage to Boss: 30
Anything attacked/attackers should note: Mal is leaving but I'll check back to take my lumps if the thing attacks it XD
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 8:44 pm
That's an excellent idea, Barth. Riley murmured. She eyed the sword, and then the Rat King.
Then she eyed the door.
Someone should definitely do that.
Someone who did not have an unnatural fear of blades. She cleared her throat, and turned. Let me know if it works.
((exit to prp))
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 8:45 pm
Barth just nodded to Christof, looking pale, and became very interested in the side wall. He did not particularly blame Riley for leaving. Barth preferred to avoid conflict himself, he was just...slow at it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 8:46 pm
Jericho liked the idea of trying to skewer the big rat, though it seemed that Riley didn't intend on sticking around for that. Furrowing his brow a bit, he started on after her.
"Good luck with that!" he called to the theater peeps.
((Exit to prp))
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Kaze Taco rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 9:49 pm
Alwine looked helplessly down at the large sword.
"There's no way I can wield that thing myself..." the haunt cracked her knuckles. "But it's better than leaving the battle entirely. Why not give it a shot?"
Alwine attempted to heave up the sword and stumbled when it fell forward.
"Yeowzers!" she shrieked. Well, in case of failure... try, try again. Leaning over, Alwine wrapped her bandaged hands around the hilt of the sword and attempted to pick it up again.
HP: 22
Damage Done: 0
Boss Damage: 30
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Trira rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 9:56 pm
Moure gave a nod as he reached Edel's side. "You did fantastic! The play was great, too. But your part was the best." This may or may not have been for several reasons. Reason One: Edel was fantastic in every way. Reason Two: Moure only saw from her dancing portion on.
The Rat creature-thing was still attacking people though, which wasn't good at all. "Yeah, I wasn't counting on the giant Rat thing showing up. It's still great to see you though." And in one piece was Moure's next thought. Seeing Edel attacking it still, Moure grabbed the closest little prop he could find and chucked it toward the crown-wearing rat.
My HP: 40/40
Damage Dealt: 3
Collective Damage to Boss: 33
Anything attacked/attackers should note: --
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 10:02 pm
I'm fine. I'm fine. Everything's fine.
Calder was having a hard time pulling off his jacket and shirt, and was growing tired and frustrated and even more worked up when the buttons slipped between his fingers, moist from holding the open wound as shut as he could. Swallowing hard, he finally gave up and just tore the articles of clothing off, popping the chain links to his jacket and then popping the buttons until he was shirtless. Reaching up, he pulled off his cravat and tossed it aside. It already felt too warm, or maybe he felt too cold?
His eyes scanned about and it seemed Malodore was nowhere in sight. No. I'm fine. You can do this. Your mother healed. You know the drill. He picked up the bandages and started to wrap his midsection, pulling tight on the bandages that were already started to become moist. After tying it about the end, he looked at he work. It was a poor emergency job but it was tight enough to hold. With that. he picked up his cravat and covered the bandages with it, tying it around his midsection.
Now....now all he had to do was get up. Yeah. Easy. Calder pushed up and felt the muscles pull around the wound....and dropped back down.
The floor was fine. He's just...sit here.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 10:12 pm
Alexander only just had time to be proud of himself and appreciate the fact that he had landed a solid blow to the giant rat when he was suddenly bowled over by somebody, or something. Whatever it was, it made Alex go careening sideways, and he landed on the floor hard, precariously close to a pile of sticky, smelly, mint vomit. "Ugggghhhhh" he moaned, like only a zombie could, as he rolled away from puke and pushed himself slowly back up to his feet, squinting through the haze of his sudden illness and looking for whatever it was that had accosted him. And seeing a very familiar face. "Y-Yin??" He stammered, eyebrow raising as he looked the other boil over. The weremantis looked a lot like the way Alexander felt!
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 10:18 pm
An obvious blush was coming over Edel's face. "You're too kind, but I'm glad you enjoyed it." the frost demon would have stood there and grinned happily at Moure till the universe ended but then Danny came stomping along. "I'll... Be right back," she told him, turning to the flame demon to give her a: Now what? stare Alright she'll just have to deal with her now, one on one ((exiting, Moure can tag along XD))
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 10:49 pm
Yǐn hauled himself up to a sitting position and rested a forehead on his hand while he processed what had just happened. The voice, confirmed by a glimpse of a skeletal foot, informed him that apparently he had just bowled over Alexander. He was not actually certain if that was good or bad. On one hand, he had not crashed into a complete stranger. On the other, he had knocked over a friend. Still, he had done worse things to him in their training session. He managed to stand on his own, though it took a bit more effort than he would have liked to admit. "I need to leave. The mint smell is almost overwhelming." He might have elaborated more, or better explained himself, but his stomach was still trying to lead a revolution against his body. He stumbled forward, half jumped/half-fell off of the stage, and began making his way to the exit. ((Exiting to PRP))
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 10:59 pm
Alexander blinked slowly at the weremantis as he abruptly stood up and left the theater. That had certainly been odd. He frowned, then slowly (and somewhat painfully) made his way to the edge of the stage, eased himself down, and began to shuffle his fastest shamble after his friend, also feeling the need to get away from the smell and the giant rat thing that just wouldn't go away. ((Exiting to PRP))
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lizbot rolled 6 12-sided dice:
6, 8, 11, 3, 5, 7
Total: 40 (6-72)
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 11:23 pm
A small hooded figure ran into the theatre, panting hard and followed closely by an irate cat. "W...we should be safe...in......" they turned and saw the giant rat, menacing overhead, "NOOOOOooooooOOOOoooooMONTY CANNON!"
The dramatic transformation of the familiar into a weapon fell sadly flat as the weapon just kind of puked on her feet. The hooded figure sniffled loudly and began to apologize, "S..sorry! I think he's just allergic to the um...peppermint."
It was possible she was apologizing to the school janitor, in case they were nearby. Or the other students, for having to see that. It was equally possible that she was apologizing to the rat king for some obscure reason understandable only to herself. Because that's just how Emily Device rolled.
My HP: 20
Damage Dealt: NOTHING
Collective Damage to Boss: 33
Anything attacked/attackers should note: Entering! Emily is a small, pale girl whose in a dark hooded cloak and looks like she hasn't slept in almost a year. Also, don't slip in the puke puddle!
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