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revenant aria rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-6)
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 Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 4:19 pm
Zeke had copied everything in his notebook up to that point. Up to that specific point-- when Liam's face appeared. Zeke has perhaps, a moment or two, to sketch out the culprit, the instigator, the one who started this mess. It was then his pencil dropped to the ground, his thoughts spilling out in fragments. He needed to-
- Hide the
-the what?
-Just a moment
-Needed one
one what?
then.. blessed clarity.
As if by some miracle, some trick of fate had decided to mercifully grant him that portion of time necessary. Although Zeke took it as a merciful gesture at the time, he would never come to realize it had been otherwise. He knew he wouldn't have the time to look for Skylar in the crowd, he only saw Ava nearby. He hated himself, he would even in death, regretting the fact that he would never ever be able to come back to save his best friend. The boil he was supposed to stand next to in graduation. He knew what Skylar would say, if Zeke went up to ask him who to save.
So Zeke had to grab Ava.
There wasn't even time for apologies. Another regret.
The dread, the rush, it still didn't sink, even as Zeke stepped out in to the library with Ava's hand. He let go, both hands scrambling amongst the book shelves. If she had run further and left the boil behind, he wouldn't have noticed. Only one thing in his mind remained. He needed to hide it. The evidence in his notebook. Otherwise nobody would remain to know what happened here. He needed to put it away for the next survivor. Perhaps they would never look here. Perhaps they would. Shoving it behind some books, Zeke had to rush to put the books back. To make it look normal so that they didn't find it. Not that the students yet knew who "they" were. Mysterious intruders in Amityville.
Yet, this was all Zeke would have time for.
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Nothing Yet rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 4:50 pm
This reaper really didn't like to make sense. Argyle watched him with a tentative curiosity, wondering what he intended to go on and on about this time. Choices, life-changing power--things that were all too good to be true coming from a strange 'professor' who was probably lying to them over and over again. Especially considering what he'd done to the others.
So Jack yes he was going to leave. He wasn't going to sit around and let himself be trapped or extra-murdered or anything else on the unappealing side of things for the sake of the Defenders. Not again. They'd dragged him into bad situation after bad situation in his attempts to keep them out of trouble, and he was putting his foot down.
If he could move his foot.
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Nothing Yet rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 4:51 pm
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Nothing Yet rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 4:53 pm
(gonna punch you i swear to god)
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Molten Tigrex rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:03 pm
(( OK for the sake of curiosity I need to roll ))
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Syusaki rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:05 pm
Tarot could leave now. Slowly, she looked back at the entrance, now unblocked. She could flee and never look back, but...Her attention shifted toward both Selene and Arcana. Would they leave or stay? She took a cautious step back at the mention of the students at Weeping Forest. Whatever had happened to them they were asleep, but why? To obtain this so-called power?
Then he took off the hood, revealed his face. Her eyes widened. Tarot hadn’t been expecting such a genial face. He could have been anyone. She couldn’t attack—who? There was—something? Quibble where—…? She blinked once, twice, taking a few long, precious moments to regain her senses. Tarot shook her head. When she looked at the others, she tugged at Westhor’s hand first. “Westhor. Snap out of it. Don’t leave m—us.” Her face scrunched up as she stole another glance at the figure. No..no... “I still…need to ask you something. Westhor, after this will you...?”
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Nothing Yet rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:05 pm
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Nothing Yet rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:17 pm
Everything was a blur, she couldn't think straight at all, no matter how hard she tried. Amidst all of that, it felt as though she was being pulled along by something, but it didn't quite register. Following along subconsciously, she soon found herself back in the library of all places. But how was it she got here? Wasn't she back with..
Where were the others? Vic, Avery, Skylar.. "Zeke..?" Cradling her head between the palms of her hands, she heard something behind her--someone. Turning to see, the last thing she saw was someone, Zeke, stuffing something behind other books.
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MoonKitsune rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:18 pm
She was afraid. Above all things, she was afraid. Something was strange here, and she felt a deep sense of doubt in all her actions. What was she doing here? Was she making all the wrong decisions? What had they done? Should she leave? What would others think of her? What would she think of herself?
Her mind assured her she should protect, that that was the key point in her upbringing, but she felt a fluttering in her core.
But something else was there. A sort buzzing, or was it a low hum? It called to her, telling her that everything was fine. Just breathe.
She did so, but there was a flickering in her mind, like having a important thought right at the tip of your tongue that you really wanted to yell out, but she also didn't want to feel this doubt anymore. This panic that everything was slipping through her grasp.
There was something important, but even she wondered if it was important enough, and she just wanted to calm down, to be level, but this...almost felt like drifting......
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Nothing Yet rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:19 pm
(because why not at this point)
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medigel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:20 pm
Growling softly, Callie clutched one side of her head and stumbled about, still stuck in the fog of her mind. There was . . . There was something . . . If only she could remember how to . . .
Mustering the last of her energy, the golem slapped herself with a papery smack, dispelling the unknown mist if for the moment. Pain was a welcome reminder of where she was, though as she gingerly looked about it looked as though she wasn't the only one under the spell . . . "J-Jackdamn it," Callie muttered, tightening her grip on the weapon.
He offered escape, but there was no way she would be leaving. Not with most of them like this.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 6:16 pm
((BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL NPC!111)) She was already in a lying position. And so close. And Malcolm was so warm. It was all too easy for Selene to give in to the sleep. She hissed as the weight fell upon her mind, and rubbed her face against his shirt. Was he.. saying something? Don't sleep, he said. Don't..? But it felt so nice to slip away, so very easy. There was a jolt as he fell, and pressed her head up over his shoulder, but she didn't mind. She just adjusted to his arms, the membrane sliding over her eyes as her mind slid off into oblivion. Malcolm would keep her safe. She could sleep, and he would keep her safe. He? He who? The membrane pulled away from her eyes and she crunched them up, trying to focus. She was in someone's arms. Someone. Was she safe? Was she going to be all right? Was someone else in danger? "Malcolm." She murmured, her voice a low, sleepy growl. She remembered whose arms she was in, now. " I am scared." He would chastise her for her weakness, and remind her one more time that she was a failure for not standing up for what she believed in. That was why she could never have been a Defender, even if they'd wanted her. She would never be strong, like Malcolm. She wasn't meant to survive.
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demon_pachabel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 6:35 pm
d**k
It was with great effort that d**k finally untangled his brain enough to actually stand up, his lips set firmly. He wasn't going to stop here, he was going to get out. He could see Cricket waffling about those who were still down, before he looked over who was up.
Vel and Quin, it looked like.
However, his primary concern was the reaper and he turned to face him with a leer as he pulled off his sunglasses. He needed to try and work on stopping this guy in his tracks.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 6:45 pm
Even on the very fringes the effects were felt at full force. Red stumbled back, crashing into Arel in confusion. What were they doing again? They were walking... and... No. That wasn't right, was it? Red shook her head in effort to clear it, failing. A sense of wrongness danced across her skin as she stared, her eyes flickering from classmate to classmate.
They were down.
They were down.
Red clenched her teeth, a low growl emerging from her throat. This was not right. It was her right, as a Defender, to make those she knew fall to the ground. She would be the reason they were down; she would look down upon them in victory and claim their pins for her own. It didn't matter that she had a bone to pick with a fair number of them; that would only make the victory sweeter.
And here was someone taking that right away from her. They were claiming what was by rights her's. Arel was right: by tomorrow they wouldn't be students anymore.
Red didn't have much time left to fight pack, to finally claim victory over those who bested her. And if what they were saying was true... then there was a chance she would never get that chance. Red couldn't allow that to happen.
The graduating student shifted into her natural form and began to run. She didn't care where she stepped: cavern floor, fellow student, both were stomped on and disregarded as the werewolf charged Liam. Red didn't bother to stop and think: after all, courage was not the absence of fear. It was the presence of fear, with the willpower to move on.
"WE ARE HALLOWEEN!" Red roared, leaping to tackle the Reaper. "YOU MAY HAVE HAD A VICTORY OVER US, BUT YOU CANNOT WIN! YOU CANNOT HOPE TO DEFEAT HALLOWEEN!
HALLOWEEN
CAN
NOT
DIE!"
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