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poke mattix rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 2
Total: 10 (2-20)
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 Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 5:55 am
"..............um...?"
Thats was pretty much what poke said the entire time calder and riley went through what was possibly the shortest engagement Halloween Town has ever known. She had stood on the sidelines and watched the fiasco play itself out, and now that it was over she decided...to go and do as the bunny ghoul had requested and whack the bean bags.
She saw a few others were having their turn at whacking them with their make-shift weapons, and waited patiently for them to finish so she could have a turn. She held her own weapon in one hand, spinning it around before gripping it with both and charging at her target. Taking a run up to a beanbag? Why not?
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 5:58 am
"It's probably the frills and the pink throwin' off your aim," Roch told him, clapping him on the back. "I mean, had I been lookin at you, they'da thrown off my aim, too. I know they're tryin' to throw off my stomach," he added cheerfully. "But my stomach is not to be beaten!"
Which was probably a horrible thing to be proud of, but hey, a guy took what he could get!
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poke mattix rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 10
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 5:59 am
"HYAA!"
Poke swung the cardboard staff with all her might, hoping to feel the give of the beanbag as it collided with her blow and sent flying backwards because of how awesome her attack was.
Except, all she felt was air, and due to her momentum she ended up missing the bag entirely. Well, almost, she felt the tip brush the edge of the beanbag, But it was still pretty bad.
"That ain't right..." She glared at the offending beanbag, and prepared to swing her weapon again.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 6:07 am
Well, that was a reasonable explanation. He nodded to himself. The pink and frills were just not gonna work. Not that they ever did. It wasn't his choice to wear them, after all. Mot chuckled at Roch, giving him a pat on the shoulder in return for the pat on the back. "We're all in this mess together at least?" At least he didn't feel like a loser, since he wasn't the only boil in drag... or that is, reverse gendered. "If we get through this with our balls in tact, we should celebrate with food. Lots of food."
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 6:09 am
This time, her weapon did not miss it's intended target and poke was pleased to feel the give in the beanbag this time as she put her full force into it. Dam it felt good to whack something like this!
She stood back, pleased with her handiwork but then realized that in her efforts to obliterate the bean bag she had succeed in obliterating her cardboard weapon instead. It was almost torn in half, one end only hanging on by a strip of cardboard with the styrofoam around the middle completely obliterated.
She held up the remains of her staff, wondering if there was some tape lying around that she could use to patch it back together.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 6:17 am
"Hell yeah!" Roch said. "And so far I'm good, I checked earlier," he said seriously. But it was a very serious question! Dressing like a ghoul was one thing, lacking your... manly parts was another thing entirely! "You eat a lot?" he asked curiously. "You ever be in any food eating competitions?"
Which was manly talk--er, except he asked Claire stuff like that all the time, and she wasn't a man--but she was a demon of gluttony, so it made sense, right?
Jackdammit, he was still chafing over the fact he hadn't met her in real life, wasn't he? He was starting to even think like a ghoul! That was downright pathetic. Think man thoughts, Roch, think man thoughts!
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 6:28 am
Checked earlier. Oh that was good. Mot laughed out loud at that. It was a serious concern, of course. Still funny, though.
"Not really. I think I entered an eating contest once when I was in a bind for cash, but I lost." Mot was as skinny as a pole, and that seemed to be a good indicator of his diet. Or lack there of. Eating just was never all that important. He did it when he needed. That was all. It was at best a social exercise. "Just figured it'd ease the pain and anguish of today." He looked over his pink attire again and sighed. "I miss pants."
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 6:38 am
"That's funny, I miss you IN pants," Roch drawled. "Seriously. I'm really hoping there's no more wind attacks." He cracked his knuckles, and grabbed his guitar weapon again, heading for the bags to give it a try.
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Ice Queen rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 7
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 7:24 am
((Crap, I did it wrong, sorry, re rolling))
Roch took a whack at the doll, almost falling on his face as his guitar's lack of weight made him use too much force. The poor boil stumbled forward, doing no damage whatsoever to his target.
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Ice Queen rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 7:26 am
((Rerolling again, this is what I get for reading before 8 in the morning))
He took another swing, cursing the difference in weight between his guitar and this atrocity with the bow on it. A curse escaped him as the guitar hit nothing but air, and the bow waved at him mockingly. That was enough, he decided. "I give up," he told Mot. "Probably shouldn't have tried being a magical ghoul in the first place, to be honest."
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LP rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 8:59 am
Willow's ears perked, as she looked at the bean bags. Ahh this she could do, she picked up her makeshift weapon stick thing and ran towards the beanbag trying to hit it.
Willow had missed with the first attack and ended up tripping and falling flat on her face. She wrinkled her nose and got up well that hurt. She was staring at the bean bags wondering how would be a better way to approach this.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 11:18 am
Christof flinched as Calder hit the beanbag a lot harder than he had expected him to, brows raising anxiously as the Kelpie listed out his miseries.
"I know she's your mistress..........but why do you always take her side?" He had asked, and the Hunchback's brows furrowed as he tried to figure out how to explain... "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."
Well, really, the explanation was obvious to him. Gingerly, his hands rose in another awkward attempt at sign-language, 'She-is-Master. You-are-friend.' He had stood up for the kelpie numerous times- more times than he aught to have, being in his Igorly position. But in retrospect, he realized, those had always, well, been in his head. Or, rather, Riley's head. Unspoken mind speak. Time after time after time he had tried to get the two to at least tolerate each other, but it was an uphill battle with plenty of thorny bushes and wild animals in the way. Lips pursing and face flushing, his hands rose up once more: 'Defend-you-more-than-you-know.' His expression on his tattered face was meek as he 'said' this, 'things-complicated.' It made his head hurt. He'd never understand social graces. It was a baffling subject. He would have been much happier locked in a lab-room.
He glanced over his shoulder to where Riley was quite busy with Mal and Jericho even still, hanging his head and looking guilty as he very subtly, as discretely and quietly as he could gestured as though a sign-whisper, 'I-love-her.'
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 11:29 am
Of course Calder had no idea that Christof defended him in any way, and bitter as he was currently, he wanted to give out a sour laugh at the Igor even saying he did. Still, it would have been in poor taste and he was too tired and sick with emotion to do much else. His explanation was a poor one that Calder already knew. Wanted to hate but knew that it was what made Chrsitof who he was. Ever since meeting him in the start of the year, Calder had learned more and more about Igors, and it was basic that masters and mistresses came first. They were on a obligated importance, and he rose his fan up once more, thwacking the bean bag at the very thought of it. Sometimes he wished Christof wasn't an Igor at all.
It was, however, the last sigh that caught his attention, and his glimmering, tear-framed eyes looked up in surprise. "You.....love her?" His eyes flicked back to Riley who was currently tangled up in Malodore, headed over to test their weapons.
Looking back at his friend, he could see the discomfort and yet blush. His friend was in love. "I..sorta wondered. I mean, that it was more than just...you being a good Igor." But he hadn't been told by Christof, and now this made matters different. Chistof wasn't picking him over Riley soley out of obligation, but because he had stronger feelings. Those of love. No wonder he always seemed conflicted, and he wondered how long his friend had been harboring such feelings.
"Well, if it's one thing I support.........it's that." Not that the idea of his best friend being with Riley made him skip. This did, however, make him think about everything in a whole new light.
"I'm sorry. For causing a scene. It was a culture thing. If I knew you liked her, I would have ... kept away." He went quiet. "Just sort of sucks I can't hang with all of you, but ..." He had to swallow hard, before turning and setting a hand on the Igor's shoulder. "I do wish you the best...." He jerked his head in Riley's direction. "...with that. You got some stiff competition though." A lot actually, which made Calder worry if Christof was setting himself up to be hurt...a lot.......repetitively.
He went back to looking at the bean bag.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 12:26 pm
Malodore let Riley scoop it up. "I will be well in a few moments - I just need to rest a bit, and not move overmuch. Plague doctors are not made for even moderate lifting."
It was rather glad its 'weapon' was made out of light materials, though. "You can put me down here, if you like," it offered as Riley arrived at the 'targets'. "I would not want to impede your progress."
Still, it was a bit worried - it was aware that Riley and Calder didn't care for each other. That much had been obvious for quite some time. But it hadn't know their mutual dislike had been so... so vicious. Even if it had helped to defuse the immediate problem...
Well. It would have to worry about that later. It shifted a bit, hanging on to Riley with one arm and using its free hand to prod at a twanging tendon in one thigh, trying to get a hold of it under clothing and bandages, coaxing it to relax some. That was one benefit of being undead and knowledgeable about anatomy: seriously targeted massage and pressure point manipulation was possible.
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sleepZombie rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 1:38 pm
Aaand... of course she missed. Aislin frowned as her rock went wide and shot off into the trees behind the beanbag in a wild arc. She winced as it made a faint THWACK. Did she imagine a faint voice cursing profusely in the distance? The banshee lifted her sling shot again and tried a different method. This time she squinted her OTHER eye and took aim. She grit her teeth, pulled back another rock, and let go!
"SCORE!" The banshee gave a little jump in place in triumph. She'd hit it almost dead on! Sure... it was a rock and didn't really do that much damage but HEY! She hit it! "Did you see that?!" She wasn't speaking to anyone in particular, she just wanted some recognition.
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