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 Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:07 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:13 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:17 am
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Chel had been ready to make more casual side-talk with Milo when a sharp pain ricocheted across her body, touching every little nerve she had. Her eyes were met with her conqueror, and slowly traced down to the sword in her stomach. Her eyes moved to Jack, a desperate pleading in them despite the fact that with a sword in her stomach there was nothing he could do for her.
As the blade left her body with a sickening slicing noise, her body slumped and crumpled onto the ground. She certainly wasn't dead- Tenebrae made sure of that. He was already pumping what little FEAR she'd charged up to keep her alive, if barely.
Regardless, Chel was down. She expected after this, if they somehow managed to win, she wouldn't be taken back to Deus. At least she would die in combat. Evan could be proud of that at least, right?
OOC Name of character: Chelsea Craft Faction: Hunters HP: -1/50 (DOWNED) DAMAGE DONE TO: -- This is Chel. Charge: 0/3 | 0/2
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:18 am
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 3 8-sided dice:
6, 3, 6
Total: 15 (3-24)
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:22 am
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The barrier licked at his feet, and with no way to move, and no sounds to make, Dakota disappeared under the blanket of distortion.
When the covers pulled back, he brought his hand up to his face and laughed. Tattoo's ran down his arm, legs and chest, all now bared. Wings flared out, black with spotted orange tips. His hair returned to it's original length, beaded feathers bright against the muted black. He stamped his foot down, drawing from the distortion a twisted form of Chama, fire licking at the colored blade.
"I've been waiting so long!" The hunter turned horseman swung the sword towards one of the enemies, a white coated blonde man.
OOC Name of character: Dakota Faction: Horseman - War HP: 60/60 DAMAGE: 9 TARGET: Harrison 
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medigel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:23 am
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It looked like a shitstorm when she arrived. If it had been just outright fighting alone, Nora would have given a low whistle and chastised herself for taking so long. But with sky and earth itself looking ready to swallow them whole or explode (or both) she could only stare for a while.
Norrie!
. . . Right. Don't think, just act.
Hammer held tight, she began making her way towards the other group of hunters--the only ones she could see still standing. s**t.
[ tossing in real quick ]
OOC Name of character: Nora Ravensgrove Faction: Deus HP: 40 Target: self Damage: defending for 3
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:28 am
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"Er . . ."
It had taken some time (quite a bit of time) for the zombie to shuffle into the fray--not counting his usual speed, the whiplash from king to student had been enough to leave his little stitched head almost ready to pop off. But Mort was no stranger to completely apocalyptic looking situations, and it was lucky that let him see some friendlies.
Near some half-dead hunter bodies. Oh.
"Er," he said again, clearing his throat. His Fear's propensity for electricity was starting to make his hair stand on end from all thenervous energy going through him. He'd sworn not to get involved in more trouble Jack damnit. "Progress report, VP?"
OOC Name of character: Mort Faction: Amity HP: 50 Target: Damage:
Nyxtsuki Moon before needing to hop off for a bit
dunno who else is there hi
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:30 am
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There was no time to react or resist, Rep had just noticed Harrison and was in the process of greeting him when once again he was dragged into another persona, another alternative amongst the thousands potential in the universe.
His hair, still half white half ginger was a chaotic mane tied with feathers and bones and around his shoulders was a vibrant tiger pelt. Other than the pelts, feathers and bones tied around him he was dressed in nothing but a polar bear fur loincloth. His tribals covered his entire body and around waist height he had a set of wings the colour of a rooster's.
He was War and if he had a ******** say in it, nothing was going to get by him.
OOC Name of character: Rep Faction: Deus Ex Horseman Charge: -- HP: 60/60 DMG: Frozen DAMAGE DONE TO: Medea Right now he's a War horseman. |
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Baneful rolled 3 8-sided dice:
8, 5, 4
Total: 17 (3-24)
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:35 am
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The Horseman formerly known as Rep looked over the battleground critically, narrowing his blue eyes. It was arbitrary and unfortunate that he spotted someone he'd already bothered that day in the fray. Drawing the enormous twisted form of Tracey, he flared his wings and broke into an all out run towards the light haired hunter.
Just before he reached him he flapped said wings, hefted himself into the air and brought the axe down overhand onto Ever.
"You won't harm her." he snarled, teeth bared.
OOC Name of character: Rep Faction: Deus Ex Horseman Charge: -- HP: 60/60 DMG: 11 DAMAGE DONE TO: Ever :l Right now he's a War horseman. |
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 12
Total: 16 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:40 am
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They got hit, and Harrison braced B0nez against...
"Dakota?" he rasped, and then a pulse of dark energy swallowed Rep whole.
"s**t. s**t, Rep-"
The horsemen ran foward, sinking Tracey into a hunter.
"You b***h." He sunk B0nez deep into the knotted mess of evil, ignoring the buzz of poison and corruption, up to his elbows in darkness.
OOC Name of character: Harrison Faction: Deus HP: 50/60 ATTACKING: Medea yo DMG: 10 A blonde, scarred hunter with dual cutlasses.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:41 am
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She whined and whimpered and it was so pitiful, so loathsome. For all of Piper's bravado, when met with what looked like the demise of everything, she broke apart faster than wet paper.
And then she had to try and pull herself back together once Ignatius's voice was heard. A series of unintelligible noises left her as she tried to wave the ghost away, quivering as she rose back up. Her hair was a mess--that was saying something when Piper wasn't taking notice of it.
"I'm fine. Good. Yeah. Totally. Y-Yeah." She rubbed her arm quickly over her face, and even with her tanned skin she looked pale. "Where's . . ." She spotted Brenley taking his sweet time getting over there while hell broke out around them. When he was close enough, she took both of their hands and squeezed, openly afraid.
"What d'we do now?" There were forces at work she didn't understand, would probably never understand.
OOC Name of character: Piper Blacke Faction: Amityville HP: 40/40 Target: Damage: (/20)
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:41 am
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 3 8-sided dice:
5, 8, 5
Total: 18 (3-24)
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:44 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:44 am
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Enoh Love rolled 3 10-sided dice:
10, 6, 7
Total: 23 (3-30)
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:47 am
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"They should indeed. We should teach them a lesson." The Patchwork agreed, nodding along to the Selkie as they surveyed the battlefield.
She had seen Yaya coming from the corner of her eye and already pegged her as her next target, but otherwise did not react to her presence until the other student made herself known. Then Amrita twisted, swinging her leg out in an attempt to knock her off her feet, and though her leg did connect, she didn't follow through - instead she let out a startled noise, and reached out to grab one of Yaya's arms, before the ghoul could get too far off balance.
Her fingers dug roughly into her arm, under the guise of aid.
"I am...I am so sorry!" She cried, her grip finally loosening on the ghoul, once they were both standing on their own. "You can take a revenge shot at me if you want, I'm really sorry!" She brushed the ghoul's shoulders, being very light about it in an attempt to hide what had actually been a very premeditated strike.
"Do you have healing FEARS or first aid certification?" The patchwork added, more than happy to move on to something else. "If so, please go help the students first. Then, if you want, attack the horsemen. They're the ones making this mess. If you want to attack her." The patchwork nodded towards the big bad Medea. "Feel free, but be careful - I think she's turning her attackers into her kind."
Her gaze shifted towards Mort, who arrived looking confused and unsure. "Horsemen wrecking s**t, we need to wreck s**t back." She summed up, again, for her fellow SC member. "If you have healing FEARs or first aid, take care of the students first. Make sure they've got enough FEAR to hang in there. I think Shun needs help -" She recalled the boil who could barely stand, perhaps a little belatedly.
OOC Name of character: Amrita Faction: Halloween? - Alumni HP: 60/60 Abilities: 3d10-6, 12d4 Battle Cry, T3 Chill, T2 Swift Strikes BOSS HP REMAINING: --DAMAGE DONE TO: Hadiyya DAMAGE DONE: 17 INFECTED: 7
beejoux Hadiyaa is now infected! - She feels someone watching her...
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