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 Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:31 pm
"Oh. Fire. I don't like fire all that much." Shehk's ears twitched. "Being highly flammable will do that to you. So...just don't set me on fire and it'll be all good, I think." she said, pausing when the little spot of ink was left on her chest. She ran her fingers over it a couple of times.
"I don't mind ink. My boy has some." she noted. Even though he was only her boy. She wasn't his girl. At least, not as far as she knew. She didn't know. However, she was fine until...
....
"The hell?" A pair of pink panties flew into their little shelter and Shehk picked them up, looking up over the plant again to see where on earth they'd come from. Shehk considered it for a moment...before in a moment of complete and total lack of shame, she just pulled them over her head, her ears poking out of the leg holes.
For someone who looked so serious to have something so silly on her head, it was just...
...
.....
There were no words.
My HP: 40/40
Damage Dealt: --
Collective Damage to Boss: (--
Anything attacked/attackers should note: Hiding behind bushes with False and now wearing panties on her head that were flung by a Vampire. Shehk is a classy b***h.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:39 pm
"What are you doing?", Onibi hissed, grabbing onto the kitsunes wrist and squeezing for emphasis, dragging the other out from behind him, sparring a vague glace to the ghoul whose wrist was still entrapped in the others tail. The ao-andon focused his attention back to the tree - apparently not doing much of anything other than thrashing wildly in place while various decorative toys marched too an fro. Defiantly troublesome. My HP: 30/30 Damage Dealt: --- Collective Damage to Boss: --- Anything attacked/attackers should note: ---
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:41 pm
"We'll your going to hate me miss?" He paused to let her add her name before going on, "I'm a Pyromancer, burning bright, burning big, and exploding are all part of the family business." He glanced up again studying the tree wondering how best to launch Sharpie or some kind of flame at it. He hadn't even noticed the panties yet.
Sharpie meanwhile had hopped off his shoulder and sat between the two talking. "Ink is my FEAR, kinda sorta. Manifested that is. It's easy to clean, easy to burn with False's aid and my pride and joy." He paused watching as the ghoul slowly lifted the panties. His head slowly cocking to the side. "Can I get a pair?"
False meanwhile has turned around stopping eye brow slowly raising up as he watched her. "Are you...serious?"
My HP: 30
Damage Dealt: --
Collective Damage to Boss: (Everyone's damage so far this round)
Anything attacked/attackers should note: Questioning Shehk's classyness. Sharpie is totes down with this fashion statement.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:46 pm
Zee whined, pouting severely. "Nooo..." Find another spot to sit? "This is the best seat in the house~." She coo'd wiggling slightly on his back. "Suck it up, buttercup." The sloth demanded, resting her chin on his head.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:59 pm
"As cancer. The first rule of battle is to confuse the ******** out of everything." Shehk explained, actually leaving the panties secured to her head as she watched the tree. Somehow, she imagined wearing panties on her head in the presence of hunters would be more effective than using them as a tree-warding charm.
Unless this tree was like the one in Evil Dead.
My HP: 40/40
Damage Dealt: --
Collective Damage to Boss: --
Anything attacked/attackers should note: Shehk is still wearing the pink panties on her head.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 3:17 am
Oh. Hell to the no. Gene gave the fox spirit a very angry scowl, before shifting her arm into one that looked like it belonged to large burly man that could break the little spirit in two. Sorry Kashi, Gene was not putting up with rude maul people today. She ripped her arm out of the tail's hold, before shifting it back to normal. She floated up next to the demon boil to talk to him again, since either he hadn't heard her, or blatantly ignored her.
Not before she slapped the kitsune spirit though.
"I wasn't interrupting your playtime. I wasn't even talking to you. Next time you pull that, I'm getting my manager." Sure, it wasn't much of a threat but, hey, it was the best she had.
Now, onto that rude demon boil.
About to open her mouth, the she was suddenly assaulted by the smell of peppermint. Great, some newbie had overdone the peppermint in another latte'.
Or, you know, there was a giant tree attacking.
Without thinking, she clung to the demon boil, burying her head in his shoulder.
My HP: 30/30
Damage Dealt: --
Collective Damage to Boss: --
Anything attacked/attackers should note: --
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poke mattix rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 4:16 am
What had previously been an outing to buy things, had quickly turned into a full on battle for their lives. Poke had been just standing about, watching the little foxfires play with each other, when the smell of peppermint reached her nose. Shorty other, the Christmas tree went berserk.
"What the..." Was her initial comment as she watched the christmas tree begin to attack the other shoppers. Some of them even fought back, although she almost gawked at some who were...using...panties...to fight it...
Who the hell fought with panties?!?!
Regardless of who was doing what, the dragon ghoul was beginning to get rather excited at the prospect of fighting it, as well as everything else it was throwing at them. Not only would it be fun, but to think of how great it would be to take it down! Thoughts of standing on-top of the splinted remains of the tree filled her head, and she grinned deviously.
The only problem was, she wasn't able to shift to her true form here, pretty sure the barrier would prevent her from doing so. Which was a royal pain, considering it would have made things ten time easier with her claws and teeth. But then, she was pretty sure shifting into a dragon in the middle of the maul would get her into a world of trouble.
Besides, her mom would kill her if she received another bill for damages done to public buildings.
Now, while other people would have thought twice about attacking such a huge tree head on, Poke wasn't the kind who..thought about these things. And it showed, as she charged head on at the flailing monster. She was lucky to get underneath the branches, close enough to try punching the trunk with her bare hands. She learned quickly that punching trees...was really painful, and she had to make a hasty retreat to escape the flailing branches.
"Dammit!" She cursed out loud. So much for fame and glory.
My HP: 30
Damage Dealt: 3
Collective Damage to Boss: (Everyone's damage so far this round)
Anything attacked/attackers should note: Pokes idol is Leroy Jenkins
((also, she looks like a ghoul with blue ear fins and a reptilian tail)
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 5:52 am
Faint couldn't help it. He laughed his a** off. He'd been ready to step in and help out, but he'd misjudged. This ghoul was not the helpless lass she appeared to be. In fact, he chuckled thoughtfully, she was far more capable than even that. He almost feared her right hook.
As the scent of peppermint began to weigh down on them, Faint hacked his distaste for the aroma. That smelled almost like Christmas town. Had he not been in his humanoid form he might have buried his nose in his paws and growled, but even now he pressed his nose the palm of his hand and frowned. Jack that stunk. The wildly thrashing tree was just the light in the jack-o-lantern, and making a quick decision he came up on Kashi's side.
The kitsune had been through some of the same things he had. He could handle himself. That gave him confidence that trying to group up with him and his friends was the best option, if not the most convenient for Faint. If s**t was going to go down, he wasn't loner enough to attempt to make due on his own. "What do we do?"
My HP: 30/30
Damage Dealt: --
Collective Damage to Boss: --
Anything attacked/attackers should note: --
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 6:36 am
Zar raised a brow about as high as it was possible to at Al's comment. "The word sexiness and I should never be contained in the same thought as a rule. Understand?" It was practically an order as his blush got so much worse than it had been before, reaching almost to his ears. Thankfully however the mention of a gift was a pleasant distraction.
"You got me something?" The demon's interest was more than obvious, he didn't even consider that he hadn't actually gotten Al anything yet, he was too interested in finding out what Al had gotten him.
He was just about to agree with this idea when there was a sudden..very unusual smell. Was that..mint?
And then the tree behind them went from intimidating curiosity to outright intimidating stuff of nightmare. Zar almost leapt about a foot in the air, rather heroically using Al as a shield, cowering behind him.
My HP: 30/30
Damage Dealt: --
Collective Damage to Boss: --
Anything attacked/attackers should note:
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Saliru rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 6:51 am
Alette was equally startled by the creature but unlike Zar, he didn't run to hide behind anyone. He simply snapped back into reality as he felt Zar cowering behind his back. He attempted to turn, handing Zar his gift bag. " Hold this." And then he turned his attention back towards the tree. He lowered his head. Horns brandished as he charged at them with all his pitiful might! Much to his astonishment - he hit it! Only for 2 HP but it was a hit nontheless! He stumbled back a bit, rubbing his achey head as he eyed them making sure they felt that at the very least as much as he had.  My HP - 30 Damage Dealt - 2 Collective Damage to Boss - 5
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Meeki rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 7:20 am
Morrigan was pissed. Absolutely pissed.
She had spent hours shopping and she wasn't even a fraction of the way done when the Maul was placed on lock down. Not that being locked down was the problem. Most ghouls would die to be in her position.
No, what had her mad was that there was a giant tree destroying everything! It was going after shoppers, snapping up dropped bags, tearing up designer clothes, toys, and anything else it could get its chompers on. It had no respect for a well put together outfit or an expensive pair of heels. What it came down to was that this tree...
was destroying fashion!
She couldn't take that. She wouldn't take that! Mimic gently jumped up and took the shopping bags from her arms. He tucked them behind a bench nearby before turning to jump back in her arms. He understood all too well what his mistress was feeling and he knew what was coming. He longed for it. When her lips pressed against the surface of his 'head', he grinned. It had been too long since he had been thrown. Morrigan raised her lips from her beloved treasure box and turned her body slightly to the side. Aiming at a moving object proved more difficult than she had anticipated but she had to do something. The tree was going too far! She pulled her arm back and threw Mimic with all the strength she could muster. She pouted when her throw went wide and she missed the tree altogether. "Mimic," she called though she knew that he would already be hopping back towards her. They would try again. They would keep trying until this tree paid for the injustice for destroying so many beautiful clothes. My HP: 30 Damage Dealt: 0 Collective Damage to Boss: ? (no one seems to have this filled out, so I don't know. ;_; )
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 7:25 am
As soon as Al left him open by running off to attack the tree, Zar didn't stick around, suddenly aware of just how open to assault he was out here, he did what any self-respecting coward would do and turned tail to run off, hooves once again squeaking on the floor as he did so, leaving behind a slowly settling trail of dislodged paper feathers.
As soon as he got behind something safe again, this time a potted plant, he ducked his head down, wrapping his wings around himself.
Augh that smell. Peppermint. Like he didn't feel ill enough already tonight from the various horrible sights of people throwing up, stage fright, and all sorts, now he had to tolerate this all-permeating stench and the apparent imminent threat of being injured again. It was starting to really make him rather irritable.
My HP: 30/30
Damage Dealt: --
Collective Damage to Boss: 5 (I think, from reading back, might as well get this tally going biggrin )
Anything attacked/attackers should note: Behind potted plant.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 7:34 am
[ Richard is returning from a PRP and is a quest student ]
What all was this now? Trees, suddenly coming to life and deciding that this was there territory? What was that horrid smell leaking from everywhere, and why were people wearing panties on their heads? The more he thought about this ridiculous situation the more he was glad that he was only here to 'see the sights and sounds' as the Boogyman who practically drug him here had said. At first Richard had thought that this was all just going to be a minor annoyance but thanks in part to this music and the smell and a tree (?) - it was like he was being tortured. Slow, steady, torture.
He rather enjoyed it actually since no actual pain was involved, as was no touching or anything else he disliked. If people wanted to go crazy around him and fling underway and hide behind plants - let them. Richard was just going to stand idly near the entrance to one of the stores and watch everything. He was going to be amused that Amityville really was a school for the people no one wanted anymore in polite society, and he was delighted to think he would never, ever, have to come here unless some drastic action made those who had control over him at the moment change their mind.
Pffft, as if.
My HP: 30 / 30
Damage Dealt:
Collective Damage to Boss: 5
Anything attacked/attackers should note: Richard is brazenly standing out in the open, because he -can-
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 7:59 am
"I always liked the way I was taught. Burn them before they burn you." He peeked up again watching as a few other Maul goers moved towards the monster tree. He frowned a bit sliding down beside Shehk again.
"Look if we stay here like this that tree is just going to keep...." he wasn't sure what the tree was doing or how it was moving to be honest. "Doing what ever evil trees do."
Sharpie at this point perked up, "I think confusion is a good idea, but we should debate a proper attack...." He started to shift from one side to the other, prancing almost as if excited at this prospect.
Shehk on the other hand would probably not enjoy the result of what the two where starting to plot.
My HP: 30
Damage Dealt: Nope
Collective Damage to Boss: 5
Anything attacked/attackers should note: Debating if he should scare his new 'friend' half to death with his first attack...
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 8:26 am
"Jack dammit woman! You're like a tumor!" A sexy tumor, but a tumor nonetheless! "Okay, if you're gonna do this, move up to my shoulders or something so I can actually use my hands." This was what he got for servicing a woman in more than one way, he supposed. Lesson learned.
It didn't take long for Lou to notice where his first pair of undies had landed... And who they landed on. It took a minute, but he finally recognized. "Hey! It's that chick with the tits on groanspring!" ... Didn't all chicks have tits? Well, hers were significant enough to remember. "I'd rather see them in the correct place!" She did have a novel idea, though. Setting the shopping bag of lingerie down temporarily, the vampire took the g-string hanging from his ear and adorned his cranium with it. Perhaps they could kill the giant menace with laughter.
My HP:30
Damage Dealt:--
Collective Damage to Boss: 5
Anything attacked/attackers should note: Lou has a g-string on his head. It's becoming a trend.
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