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Bilious rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-20)
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 Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 12:57 am
Perhaps it was the sudden sporting of a skirt and bows, or maybe it was the pigtails, but Christof flailed. Was... was Calder CRYING? Hell's Bells. With a whine, he glanced from the kelpie's retreating form before giving Riley an anxious bow, backing towards his friend as he did so, I am sorry for this embarrassment, Mistress! Why was he apologizing for? Igor Instinct. Apologies always made things better. That thought flung at her, he hobbled off ungracefully in his wretched shoes, nearly tumbling at one point, to try to catch up.
Once he was within reach, he gingerly took Calder's... ugg, fluffy shoulder, brows knit on his ruined face with what he hoped was an assuring look. It would have been more effective if the flaps of torn skin weren't only just barely held in place. "Hnnnn?" He managed, in lue of anything to write with, juggling his weapon to the crook of his arm to gingerly sign (and hope Calder had retained enough to understand) 'Play-Game, Feel-Better?' A distraction was in order, he was positive. All this... sparkle and magic left him really wanting to take the pent up anguish out on *something*.
If only to make an example, he approached the nearby bean-bags, giving the horrible cardboard and construction paper shovel a good swing with a pointed, "Hurrrrrr!"
And he missed. But the example had been made, right? He gave Calder what he hoped was an encouraging look, motioning for him to try.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 12:59 am
Malodore sagged into Riley's embrace, finally allowing itself to wince visibly (though the expression just looked more like it had just gone slack-jawed). "That was perhaps not the best plan, especially if we are to enter combat. But I could not bear to see you two so entangled any longer. Or so angry."
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 1:06 am
Whether or not Malodore meant it's words exactly as Riley was taking them didn't seem to matter, as it mentioned it's discontent concerning the idea of her being entangled with Calder. It made her feel sick, but it made Malodore do feats the likes of which were clearly out of it's spectrum of strength.
And she was currently very flattered by it.
She turned her back to the plague doctor once more, picked up her cannon cat, and bent slightly, lifting Malodore up onto her back. Then, I shall carry you. She murmured in amusement, easily carrying Malodore on her back and moving over to the set-up Desu had created. She would keep it there if it wished to use it's weapon while on her back. She didn't mind.
It's too bad you're not a kelpie. She teased mercilously - but her face indicated an instant repugnance to the idea. I can't believe I even just joked about that..
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 1:10 am
Calder really had no idea where he was going. He had hoped he could find a box to sit in and not leave. He had to wonder if Yaya was okay running the booths by herself because he certainly didn't feel up to it at the moment. Maybe part of this had a bit to do with all the added stress, and he wished Barth was around to talk to, especially since a lot of everything had to do with lots of things and Christof. Barth would probably suggest a nap. It didn't help that he was hungry too and seeing the bunny ghoul eat what strangely looked like a wing carrot made him a bit depressed. More depressed than he already was. Boil or no, he was still young and very hurt.
Once he was stopped, he stayed still, but didn't turn to look at the Igor at first. He stared at the ground, his ghouly hair a bit more messy from all his hand twisting. He only looked at him once he noticed the signing, and looked up when the Igor went over to hit a beanbag. Taking the back of his arm, he wiped his eyes, before trying his best. Like so many times, he tried to pretend everything was okay. Back to being bouncy, smiling Calder with no cares in the world, but that tactic never seemed to work for making friends. No one liked him less or more because of it. Maybe that entire act had been stupid from the start.
He took two steps where the Igor had demonstrated and pathetically hit his fan on the beanbag. "I know she's your mistress..........but why do you always take her side?" He didn't look at the Igor, but knew he had to to see any signs the boil made in response. "Why do you take her side but then come running after me? Why can't you ever be nice when I'm there? You don't ever oppose her to her face. You just try to drag me off. Everyone wanted me away and I didn't do anything wrong........just wanted me gone." He felt his eyes well up again. "It's like I never left home. It's like what those stupid fauns said was true."
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 8
Total: 18 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 1:12 am
((Forgot to roll for Calder.))
Surprising for someone who was feeling rather miserable, he did a pretty good job of hitting the beanbag. Who said you needed rage to beat something up? Still, beating someone up didn't seem to be helping Calder's mood any.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 3:42 am
((Oh no! I forgot to post for my weapon on the proper day but hopefully this will be alright.))
Where had her mind gone to? Aislin wasn't completely sure but where it had gone it had not been thinking about the present, which was apparently very important. A weapon, she needed a weapon! And everyone else was already practicing with their own! With a frown the banshee stalked over to what remained of materials. There wasn't too much left... everyone had picked over everything pretty good.
She found some random pieces of styrofoam... too small to make anything out of. There were some slices of cardboard that were of decent size. She could do something with that. Ribbons, no. Glitter, no. Hairbands, n-.
Just as the banshee was about to pass over the cherry blossom hairbands she paused, eyes lighting up. This could work! She snatched them up along with a slice of cardboard and dashed towards the nearest tree. It was even more time wasted as she looked around for just the right stick.
Finally she found it. Rolling the cardboard slice up she jammed the end of her forked stick through the middle, wedging it in there as securely as she could. She then next wrapped the hairband between the two prongs of the stick forming a decent Slingshot.
"This probably won't hurt very much!" ...Well. It was true. That didn't mean she didn't exclaim it any less enthusiastically.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 4:30 am
Ys giggled, bubbles lazily floating to the surface of the water in her SCABA helm. "Thank you! I mussst sssay I like it myssself," she further warmed to the goblin. "Altessssa," she tried out the name herself, rasping the s's as was her wont to do. Pointy teeth tended to warp her words a bit, but she secretly thought it sounded more sinister that way. "I like it, it sssoundss regal," she bobbed enthusiastically, "Alt it iss if you prefer."
She grinned happily, losing her former shyness now that she had found acceptance in her new comrade. "Now, friend-- What in Jack's name do you sssuppossse they are doing over there?" It hadn't been what she meant to say, but the last part came out as she heard more fighting. This time it was something to do with the evacuation though, and she took a long look at the "abominations" they were to be tilting at. Then she looked back at her beribboned trident and laughed. "Do you think thisss thing'll hold up in a fight?"
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sleepZombie rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 4:41 am
There was no time to waste! The little bunny girl thing had already explained that they were supposed to attack these bean-bag creations to practice with their weapons. Eager as anyone to deal some damage Aislin hurried up to stand next to the most magical ghoul of them all. Looking over she realized it was... "Calder!" The banshee gave him a little wave. "Nice shot! You also look uhm. Pretty?" ...It. It kind of was a compliment. Even though the word left her feeling as though she'd uttered something taboo and almost vulgar.
She moved to the side to aim at one that wasn't currently getting beaten on by her fellow students. Oops, wait. She'd forgotten about ammo! Looking around on the ground the banshee picked up a rock and stuck it in the elastic of the hairband. This could do some good damage.
Once again she took aim, kept one eye squinted shut as the other opened, and fired!
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Bittiface rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 5:07 am
The strange bunny ghoul unveiled the next step of training. Oh great. Mot had not thought this through. "Fellow boils?" He addressed to Roch and Demi. "It seems I overlooked a big flaw in my weaponry... A cardboard pistol does not shoot bullets." Oops. Mot would have to make do!
"Pistol whipping it is." And with that he approached the target, frills and all, and took a swipe at the target.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 5:09 am
A miss?
Mot had stumbled past the wriggly beanbag and missed it completely. He walked back to his friends, staring at his weapon. "To be fair, I normally use bullets. Melee is not my forte."
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Ice Queen rolled 2 20-sided dice:
7, 7
Total: 14 (2-40)
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 5:25 am
((Edit: Rolled it wrong, sorry))
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Ice Queen rolled 2 20-sided dice:
10, 20
Total: 30 (2-40)
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 5:28 am
((Edit: Rolled it wrong again, sorry))
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Bittiface rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 5:46 am
"Aw yeah! Show that thing who's boss!" Mot hollered out, cheering on his new buddy. The falling pieces left of the weapon added to the epic, clearly. "Guess I'll try again." He marched up to the bean bag again, not daring to try and make a running start... yet.
((rolln!))
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 5:47 am
((how bad did he hiiit?))
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Bittiface rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 5:48 am
((wow didnt roll LOL))
To say he grazed the target was an overstatement. He barely brushed the thing. "Wow..." He sucked at this way worse than he thought. Mot walked back to Roch again, perplexed. "I dont get it. How can I suck this bad at melee?"
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