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 Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:40 pm
((IGNORE THIS POST I FAIL AND FORGOT TO ROLL))
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Eight rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:42 pm
((ROLLING HELPS)) Eight Chibizoo Eight Bul's boat got minipets? They were so lucky! Sigh. "We kept running out of rood on our boat." She sighed, leaning against Seiji as they walked. When Bul asked if anyone got a heat blanket Junko blinked, shaking her head. "I haven't looked in mine so I don't know what I got. It doesn't feel very heavy though..."At Seiji's suggestion to sit by the fire Junko nodded, about to say something when she heard a voice. A cute little voice that she knew. She squeezed his hand a moment and looked down to Tomoko, poor wet little Tomoko, and she squealed again. "Tomo-chaaaaaan!" Junko let go of Seiji so she could hug the small kitsune ghoul, nuzzling her face into the ghoul's wet hair. She was so glad to see she was okay? But who was this with her? ...His...his hair! It still moved! "Wait! What? WHY THE JACKING HELL DOES HIS HAIR GET TO KEEP MOVING BUT I'M STUCK WITH NOTHING!?" She roared, wanting so badly to throw a proper fit but being unable to due to not being able to move Junko's hair. Naturally, this pissed Her off even more. Junko winced and tried desperately to ignore Her, but unfortunately it seemed someone decided she could not ignore them. She was suddenly forcibly pulled away from Tomoko and Seiji and Bul and Elaphe by--OH CRAP WHO WAS THAT?! "Not again!" Junko whined and swung her wooden toy sword at the hooded figure. She wasn't much for fighting, but this was already looking just like Christmas Town. Uuuugh! (( Junko's HP: 22 Damage done: 8 - 6 = 2))  The figure swung backwards, but not fast enough to catch the tip of the wooden sword, managing to tear one of their sleeves. It leapt backwards one more time, and regarded its opponent, shoulders trembling a bit - was that actual fear or just...laughter? As it took a battle stance, and mockingly beckoned one finger at Junko, the ghoul might have realized, it was not taking her at all seriously. HP: 6Damage done to Junko: 0 Was...was the figure.. laughing at her? Junko frowned while Her lips curled in displeasure. How dare they mock her host? It was bad enough She couldn't fight! Junko needed to get off her a** and earn her keep! "Junko. Kill it." "B-but I..""IF YOU DON'T KILL IT I WILL HURT YOU." She barked, wishing She could strangle the idiot. Junko frowned. " Now." "Fine! Fine.." Junko sighed and swung the sword at the figure again. Quite the fighter, this one. (( Junko's HP: 22 Damage done to Mr. Mean Guy: 7 - 6 = 1))
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:43 pm
Okay, that angry roar coming out of the seemingly pleasant body that was Junko caught Elaphe ridiculously off guard-- and why was it ranting about his hair? The girl hadn't seemed like the type for some weird split personality thing, but uh... oh forget it; that wasn't relevant right now BECAUSE SHE WAS BEING FREAKIN' ATTACKED BY A CRAZY SOMEONE IN A HOOD HE COULD BARELY SEE.
... And what did the whole 'not again' thing mean? Surely, it couldn't-- ... no. No. Was this what the others had dealt with back in Christmasland, injured and dealing with no greater threat than a rainbow-sneezing Reigndeer?
There was a swelling dread piling up in the Nguruvilu's gut as he continued to just stand there, frozen in place, peeking around from behind the shield that was Tomoko and straining his fog-hampered eyes to pick out some visual of what was going on. Figures, shadows maybe, and... oh Jack, had that faint glint meant the guy had a real weapon too?!
He was trying so hard to look brave as anyone could in a fluffy girl's shadow, but just the thought of that left him shaking visibly.
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Zoobey rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 10:04 pm
Eight Was...was the figure.. laughing at her? Junko frowned while Her lips curled in displeasure. How dare they mock her host? It was bad enough She couldn't fight! Junko needed to get off her a** and earn her keep! "Junko. Kill it." "B-but I..""IF YOU DON'T KILL IT I WILL HURT YOU." She barked, wishing She could strangle the idiot. Junko frowned. " Now." "Fine! Fine.." Junko sighed and swung the sword at the figure again. Quite the fighter, this one. (( Junko's HP: 22 Damage done to Mr. Mean Guy: 7 - 6 = 1))
HP: 4
Damage done to Junko: 5
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Eight rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 10:12 pm
Chibizoo And dance the opponent did, around the ghoul, maneuvering their scythe weapon around Junko in a graceful arc. Their weapon flared to life - a brilliant red hue, and descended upon its opponent.
HP: 4
Damage done to Junko: 5 Oh Jack! Oh Jack! Oh JACK! She was going to die! She was going to die and that would be the end of he--oh...oh no he did not. The figure cut down on her arm and she let out a pained cry, stumbling back and whimpering down at the cut in her arm. It wasn't so much the pain that bothered her...it was two things. One? Some of her hair had been in the way of the blade. Not a lot. But some of it. Two? Some of that hair was now on the ground. He. Just. Cut. Her. Hair. Junko was angry. "You...you cut my hair!" She cried, swinging the sword at the figure again only to trip on a rock and fall flat on her face, missing completely. (( HP: 17 Damage done to jerkface: 5 - 6 = -1 NO HIT))
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Zoobey rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 10:24 pm
Eight Oh Jack! Oh Jack! Oh JACK! She was going to die! She was going to die and that would be the end of he--oh...oh no he did not. The figure cut down on her arm and she let out a pained cry, stumbling back and whimpering down at the cut in her arm. It wasn't so much the pain that bothered her...it was two things. One? Some of her hair had been in the way of the blade. Not a lot. But some of it. Two? Some of that hair was now on the ground. He. Just. Cut. Her. Hair. Junko was angry. "You...you cut my hair!" She cried, swinging the sword at the figure again only to trip on a rock and fall flat on her face, missing completely. (( HP: 17 Damage done to jerkface: 5 - 6 = -1 NO HIT))
Well, at least the figure had a sense of humour.
HP: 4
Damage done to Junko: 1
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Eight rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 10:29 pm
Chibizoo For a second, the figure seemed to ponder what Junko said, as it tilted its head sideways once again. This entirely counterbalanced its next action, as the scythe went crashing down on the ghoul's other side of her head, clearly trying to make its work symmetrical.
Well, at least the figure had a sense of humour.
HP: 4
Damage done to Junko: 1 More hair. It just cut more hair. Junko stared in horror at the strands of hair, more than had been on the other side, as it gathered in the ground. Why was it cutting her hair?! Why!? She didn't even bother getting up. Junko swung the sword at its feet...and missed. Again. She whined and pushed herself back up to her feet, gripping the sword's hilt tightly. Stupid figure. Stupid scythe. Stupid...stupid island! (( HP: 16 Damage done: NONE. EPIC FAIL.))
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Zoobey rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 10:42 pm
Eight More hair. It just cut more hair. Junko stared in horror at the strands of hair, more than had been on the other side, as it gathered in the ground. Why was it cutting her hair?! Why!? She didn't even bother getting up. Junko swung the sword at its feet...and missed. Again. She whined and pushed herself back up to her feet, gripping the sword's hilt tightly. Stupid figure. Stupid scythe. Stupid...stupid island! (( HP: 16 Damage done: NONE. EPIC FAIL.))
HP: 4
Damage done to Junko: 0
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 10:47 pm
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Eight rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 10:49 pm
((ROLLING HELPS)) Chibizoo They simply watched their opponent take yet another offensive stance, and bowed, as if saying 'My pleasure', in the most mocking of tones. Its empty hooded face gazed at Junko as it stood up, weapon at its side, simply waiting for the strike.
HP: 4
Damage done to Junko: 0 This whatever-it-was was mocking her. She didn't like it. It'd help if Junko knew how to fight..you'd think she'd have learned after all this time. Apparently not! She swung and missed again. (( HP: 16 Damage done: 0. ANOTHER MISS))
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Zoobey rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 10:54 pm
Eight This whatever-it-was was mocking her. She didn't like it. It'd help if Junko knew how to fight..you'd think she'd have learned after all this time. Apparently not! She swung and missed again. (( HP: 16 Damage done: 0. ANOTHER MISS))
There was no warning again as they went from 'amused' to 'serious': the sharp end of the blade descended with practice and ease.
HP: 4
Damage done to Junko: 6
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Eight rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 11:12 pm
Chibizoo Upon seeing Junko swing blindly, the figure simply took one step backwards, one arm clasped around their stomach. Were they in pain? Judging from how their shoulders were quavering, pain from laughing seemed more appropriate.
There was no warning again as they went from 'amused' to 'serious': the sharp end of the blade descended with practice and ease.
HP: 4
Damage done to Junko: 6 She pouted, her cheeks puffing. She was angry, a lot angrier than she looked. Right now she was seeing red and she wanted to kill them. Junko's rage was enough to blind her from seeing the hit that was coming. Not until it was too late. It was headed toward her head, like she was going to be decapitated or something. No...no...nononono! Junko turned on her heel to try and run from the scythe. There was a slice. And then a pair of screams. Junko's hands flew to her hair, raking through it and watching as black clumps of black hair fell to the ground. Not strands. Clumps. There was black hair everywhere. Her hair. Was now. To her shoulders. Her shoulders. She was too shocked to do anything but stare down at the ground in pure horror, completely heartbroken by this turn of events. "M...my...my hair..." Junko whimpered. "How...wh..I...what..." She fell to her knees, still grasping her own head. " Kill it." She hissed with rage. Junko didn't get up yet, trying not to look at anyone. (( HP: 10 Damage done: 0))
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Zoobey rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 11:32 pm
Eight "Stop. Laughing." She pouted, her cheeks puffing. She was angry, a lot angrier than she looked. Right now she was seeing red and she wanted to kill them. Junko's rage was enough to blind her from seeing the hit that was coming. Not until it was too late. It was headed toward her head, like she was going to be decapitated or something. No...no...nononono! Junko turned on her heel to try and run from the scythe. There was a slice. And then a pair of screams. Junko's hands flew to her hair, raking through it and watching as black clumps of black hair fell to the ground. Not strands. Clumps. There was black hair everywhere. Her hair. Was now. To her shoulders. Her shoulders. She was too shocked to do anything but stare down at the ground in pure horror, completely heartbroken by this turn of events. "M...my...my hair..." Junko whimpered. "How...wh..I...what..." She fell to her knees, still grasping her own head. " Kill it." She hissed with rage. Junko didn't get up yet, trying not to look at anyone. (( HP: 10 Damage done: 0))
Satisfied, the opponent took one step forwards again, deliberately trampling on the remaining stray locks on the ground, expecting to milk out a good reaction.
HP: 4
Damage done to Junko: 0
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 11:40 pm
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Eight rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 11:41 pm
Chibizoo With their free hand, the perpetrator grabbed thick strands of the ghoul's fallen hair, holding it up for Junko to see, swinging the locks mockingly back and forth. It then proceeded to do something even more preposterous: it looked like it was feeding the hair to the blade of its weapon. The weapon flickered alive with dark flames, licking up the offering until there was nothing.
Satisfied, the opponent took one step forwards again, deliberately trampling on the remaining stray locks on the ground, expecting to milk out a good reaction.
HP: 4
Damage done to Junko: 0 Her shoulders were shaking with silent sobs, trying not to be too loud and whiny in front of everyone but...but...Jackdamnit! Her hair! Her precious hair! She didn't want Seiji or Tomoko or Elaphe to see her cry, but she was definitely crying. There was no way to keep her from crying. How could she not cry about her hair just about being chopped off? Her hair, her precious hair that she worked so hard to take care of and wanted nothing more than for it to grow long enough that it touched the floor and was thick and luxurious and just...would that never happen now? She'd been so good about getting it as long as it had just been. She whimpered and looked up at the reaper waving her hair around and then trampling all over the fallen strands, pursing her lips and and tightly clenching her fists. How dare it. How dare it mock her. How dare it cut her hair. It had to die.Junko growled and picked up her dropped toy sword, pushing herself to stand and gripping the sword's hilt so tightly her knuckles turned white. She wiped at her eyes with the sleeve of her pajama shirt, glaring darkly at the figure as a few more strands of hair fell from her head. Of course she noticed that. Of course. Why wouldn't she. She charged, running at the figure as fast as her legs could carry her. When she reached it she swung up her leg and spun on her heel, kicking it as hard as she could and continuing her turn to turn back and smack it with her sword. She hit it again and again and again and again, crying as she did. Die. Die. Die. Die. That's all she wanted was for it to die. She had been holding the sword with two hands as she beat on the reaper but let go of it with one to give it a sucker punch to its stomach. After that she returned it to the sword and continued to beat on it as hard as she could, eventually adding in the occasional kick or knee to its gut. She was going to keep doing this until the figure either stopped moving or disappeared. ((HP: 10 Damage done: 4))
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