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 Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 6:21 pm
What was that? More fire?
A soft whimper was issued as he curled up more into a ball, hood over his head. Warm was only okay when you were hugging someone, not . . . not that. The terrible F word.
Status? Still being useless, still brbing.
Ah, Mort. HIs panic wasn't letting him think clearly, like how sitting prone probably made you more of a target than standing up and being able to, y'know, move.
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 6:25 pm
Another small gurgle escaped the candle's waxy lips before it melted into a pile of goo, this one unable to harm anyone else.  Hot Wax Attack roll: 2 d6 Damage: HP: 0/8
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 6:41 pm
Breathing hard, Taryn turned and finally noticed Mort's state. She had heard him behind her, but had no idea that he'd been breaking down. The connection between herself and the fear didn't click, so she crouched and tried to help Mort into a sitting position and into her arms.
"It's gone... Mort, it's gone..." The poor boil...
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 6:46 pm
No, it wasn't. It was the roar from the Red-Beast, the swing of the Hunter's scythe, the hiss from his interrogator, and now even the burbling of a simple candle creature. "S-Stop!" Mort cried with a flail, smelling the singey scent of fresh fire on her, of melted wax. It was a weak flail to be sure, but a somewhat violent response nonetheless.
This was what he got for pushing all of that stress down - an embarrassing break down in the middle of bleak snow and Christmas-y war. "W-Will never go a-a-away," he mumbled meekly, hugging his knees. "Always c-come, a-a-alwaysssss . . ." If he could shed tears, he might have been doing so by now, though it was hard to tell with a buried face.
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 6:57 pm
What?! Taryn fell back in the snow, wetting her rear end and squishing Abigail. What was this all about? What had happened to so traumatize the boil? She simply stared at him for a moment, stunned, and then found the strength to at least speak. She got up on her knees and crawled forward again, but did not dare touch Mort this time.
"What's wrong, Mort...?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 7:44 pm
He shivered, silent for a few moments. Or maybe minutes? He couldn't tell time well as it was. If Taryn had been a mind reader, she would have seen a nice mish-mash of the different fires Mort had been witness to, if not engulfed by: the blue fire that had originally killed him on the field trip, the horsewoman's fire that ate the forest, the blue fire from the Head Hunter's scythe, the threat of being burned alive by the Hunter ghoul . . .
But Taryn was not a mind reader, and was probably confused as much as she was concerned as to why Mort would react so dramatically to a simple candle, even with undead fears of fire.
Sniffling (Jack, his snot was freezing over in his nose), the zombie wiped at his face and uncurled into a sitting position, glasses askew and once more dirty. He slid them off, rubbing his eyes. "S-S . . . Sorry . . ." he mumbled. "J-Just . . . tired."
Tired of a lot of things, mostly with himself.
"Seen t-t-too much, f-feel too much . . . n' st-st-still stupid. S-Stupid . . ." When he opened his eyes, they were somewhat blindly pointed at her knees as opposed to her face.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 9:03 am
The poor boil...
Taryn couldn't say with total certainty what had happened to Mort, but she could guess. He had been there during the haunted house trip, hadn't he? There had been plenty to traumatize him there. Still there seemed as if there might be something else, but she didn't dare ask.
"You are not stupid," she offered instead, "Whatever happened to you was clearly very serious and effected you. There's nothing 'stupid' in feeling da--"
A sound. There was an odd, mechanical sound rumbling up from the depths of... oh, she may be insane, but it sounded like it was coming through the ground. The thrumming noise became a sensation, a physical vibration beneath her, and Taryn swallowed once, hard. When she looked to Mort again, her eyes were wide with fear.
"Do you feel that...?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 6:28 pm
Frowning, Mort squinted at the ground with raised brows, his body thrumming with the vibrations; his brain hummed with power. "Mrrr . . ." With several swipes of his lenses on his shirt to at least allow him some sight, the zombie pulled himself together and shakily stood up, grabbing Taryn's hand to help her up as well - it seemed that Death Grip was now active, for though he was not squeezing overly hard, Mort's fingers were now quite rigid and in place; looked like if something tried to separate them, they'd have a hard time of it.
"N-N-Not like a-at all," he mumbled. "S-Stay 'gether. Chrissmas t-trick maybe."
Or maybe more Hunter plots . . . The boil's throat rumbled with a soft growl.
"Show barrier. W-Want see."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 8:18 pm
Taryn nodded, feeling a sudden seriousness surrounding the situation. Mort was certainly more concerned than Roch had been, at least. It was somewhat reassuring. Speaking of Roch, she had to find him some time today. She had to...
Still, the ghoul had no idea where she was relative to the school. Mort was probably coming from it, right? She turned around and headed out into the cold again, wet and freezing and beginning to tremble. They reached the barrier within minutes and laid her hand against it.
"Have you seen anything like it?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 9:04 pm
Mort took a moment to examine it, his free hand sliding across the rather solid barrier with evident confusion - and curiosity. "Mrrr . . . No." And indeed concern could be heard in his voice. He had not been there for the first Christmas field trip, and he had only heard snippets after the Rat King's entrance. "M-Maybe made've JOY?" Mort postulated, tapping it with a knuckle. He wished he could cut it or something, keep a sample; seeing Christof take machine parts from the Haunted House had inspired him.
Of course, the next best thing would be to get one of the Christmas creatures and take something of them before they dissipate . . . Assuming it wouldn't anyway upon death.
"N-Need cage. Or jar. Need s-s-sample," Mort stated, looking to Taryn. "Need capture Christmas th-thing. Need know what makes JOY . . . tick."
And then, ominously, the whirring underground stopped and the music started back up.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 9:09 pm
"TAAARRRYYYNNN!!" The bellow seemed to echo even over the horrible music. A blot of black was seen through the snow, seeming to grow closer. "TARRRYYYYNNN!!" the bellow came again. It seemed a little raw, as if his voice was going out from yelling so much.
And then it looked like he was going to start off in the wrong direction.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 9:17 pm
"TAAARRRYYYYNNNNN," a strange voice echoed. It sounded as though two beings were speaking at once: one, an adorable slug made of Christmas lights, the other an old man drowning in his own spit. The creature slid toward Taryn and Mort, its normally angry eyes pushed up slightly by its hollow smile. That's Mr. Tongle to YouHP: 5/5
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medigel rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 9:26 pm
Chills went down his spine, not from the cold, and not from the first voice - he knew that one, even if it was muffled from the wind and distance. No, that hollow, two-toned voice made him shudder. What really did it, however, was the sight of blue and gray in the snow, a beast lumbering towards them with a horrid smile.
Split between two distinct and strong emotions, Mort acted on both: in means of keeping Taryn protected, he turned himself so that he was between the messy wire tangle and his friend; in means of being utterly, and suddenly, frightened, he forced them both to take a step back. Taryn had been injured from the last fight; he didn't want more trouble so soon.
Those colors, not those colors! It couldn't be, could it? Was he slowly becoming paranoid? Was it the JOY messing with his brain?
"G-G-Go away!" he shouted at it, firing a bolt and missing by a few inches - he hoped it looked professional enough to look like a warning shot. "Not b-b-belong here!" The two voices in one was new, despair and happiness in one chaotic slug of a creature . . .
Would the other voice hear, though? The new get-up made his video game senses tingle: color swaps usually meant more powerful enemies.
HP: 30
Damage: lolwut
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bobaTJ rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 9:30 pm
"What's JOY?" Taryn asked, watching Mort work with curiosity. That was an amazing idea, to capture a creature and bring it in for study. Someone somewhere must be able to find these things out! If they had a power behind them like FEAR...
The chimera's attention soon diverted, though, and her head snapped to the side. Roch! That was him! She ran out blindly and then did a little circle. Where was his voice coming from?!
"ROCH?! ROCH!"
Taaarrryyyynnnnn
Slowly, the ghoul turned. That... was not a voice she liked the sound of. Oh no! No freaking way! Her face twisted and she bared her fangs, reaching out to lick fire at the beast as she stepped in front of Mort. There would be none of this! A hand dodged in as a hoof took hold and Taryn ripped the weakened (plastic??) creature in two. When it was over, she was left standing half-hunched, panting over it. Stupid. JOY.
HP: 21/30
Damage: 5
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 9:37 pm
"Whyyy Taryyyn," the thing croaked, staring piteously at Mort as it spoke. Apparently it wasn't too clear on gender in Halloween. The Tongle whipped its now-detached tail feebly in response to the chimera's beatdown, then dissipated, leaving behind a burst of pine-fresh mist. Mr. Tongle is no moreHP: 0/5
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