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 Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 11:34 am
Lizzy was actually making mini furniture in Patrick's throne room when someone - someone vaguely familiar, although she couldn't really pin point why - approached them.
"Hello!" She greeted cheerfully before blinking, tilting her head at the boil before looking at Patrick, "The starfish? Oh! Patrick? No... That's his throne room, and he's the KING STAR of the sandcastle." It all made perfect sense in her head, and nobody in her group had questioned her about naming their starfish.
"Uh... Sorry, but you look slightly familiar," She looked sheepish, as she stood up and tried to sweep the sang off the sarong tied around her waist, "Are you a student of Amityville, or...?" She could be wrong; maybe they met on the streets somewhere... Or maybe he was just curious about the trials and decided to spectate.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 12:59 pm
Amrita turned at the sound of the strange voice, staring with wide grey eyes at the Doctor. She...she knew this one! But from where?! The Vetala scratched at her chin with a knuckle, pondering from just behind the sandcastle. Tick tick tick went the seconds, until...
"I know you!" She burst out suddenly, pointing a still very backwards hand at the fellow undead. The last time she had seen him she was in the body of a rotting child; now she was in the body of a teenage patchwork, and a complete one at that. "Um! S-something like...Val...err...Tino, maybe?" She was eager to remember this name, especially thrilled that she could recall something from so very long ago. Without introducing herself again she set to thinking, her toes digging into the sand behind her in thought.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 1:21 pm
Calder wasn't paying attention, his eyes wide and set at the path farther off while he absentmindedly patted the side of the castle. His heart was racing as he noticed both Murchadh and his parent had disappeared from the bleachers. He wondered if they had went home, but knew that wasn't true if they made the trip here. He had to wonder hoe his parents and Murchadh found out about the event, and he had wanted to sink into the sand. Barth disappeared to wish his proposed bride good luck and, without support, Calder scooted closer to Christof with a whine in his throat.
Val's appearance nearly made him jump out of his skin and he touched his chest to still his pounding heart. He knew this boil vaguely as well, but his mind was too occupied to figure out where. "..hello." His eyes went back to the path and he noticed a trio of familiar shapes walking down the path. Christof's hump made excellent cover.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 1:25 pm
" oh a king? Well it's an honor to be near royalty again" Valentino bowed at the king of this castle. " I hope that lord Patrick is enjoying his castle and it's amenities, you certainly took some effort to decorate the throne room. " Taking a look at the student speaking to him, Valentino sized her up. Unfortunately she was neither fish nor anamphibian, no part of her would become franken-fish. Sally liked her though, Valentino wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. " I would not be surprised if I looked familiar to you. I am a student here at Amityville. You may call me Valentino." extending his arm, Valentino moved closer to the ghoul. " tell me miss...?" Valentino realized he didn't know the name of the ghoul in front of him. " Is king Patrick safe in this castle? Does he have a dungeon to place his kingdom's malcontents? I understand it is terribly fashionable for all proper kings to always have a castle room to root out... treason." Valentino rattled out the last word. He had always admired the works of past inquisitors and couldn't help but smile with glee as he remembered the countless books dedicated to their work. Turning to the smaller ghoul, Valentino couldn't help but smile. He remembered her wonderful bone structure. It was so unique and backwards. " yes you... you'll have to forgive me, I remember your body, every backward bone and twisted muscle, but not you name." There was at least one boil who Valentino remembered. " Pony boy, you've grown!" Valentino smiled, he had a table in his lab reserved for this boil.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 3:35 pm
Christof had been intently working on his part of the sandcastle, brows knit in deep concentration- if only to ignore the crowd, ignore the chafing of his bathing suit, and ignore the hovering of his Master Creator amongst the crowd. He probably had little interest in HIM, per say... more so the ... plethora of "good parts" all around, more than likely. Circling like a scavenger. Fantastic. His stomach twisted and it took him several minutes after Barth had moseyed off before he grunted goodbye, ready to guard their castle properly when he spotted the familiar zombie-boil leaning in close to Amrita... "Hurnn!" Was all the warning Valentino had before the massive hunchback had lurched forward to put himself between them, fists raised defensively. Look at him, being so well behaved. He hadn't punched him, just like a good boy.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 6:00 pm
Everyone has their own vice, a dark secret that they would never let see the light of day. For Valentino it was cross stitching. The boil in front of him was a mixture of shameful pleasure and passion for Valentino's dark desire. " you..." Valentino could only moan out loud, franken-fish already forgotten. His hands were trembling as he saw the potential to make tied herringbone stitching between two of the boil's skin flaps. " you don't happen to have any loose thread around?" he said while biting his low lip. He could already envision himself and the boil, after a hard night's work of grave robbing, retiring to the lab. The boil, sitting under the lights of the operating room slowly shivering as Valentino stitched an extra appendage to his body. Perhaps with a Italian cross stich... time premiering. The possibilities were endless. taking the boil's balled up hand into his Valentino whispered closely. " boil, what's your name? I want to take you apart and put you back together with a thread and needle."
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 6:31 pm
((Entering/Exiting for Murchadh if that is necessary))
Calder didn't really have any place he could hide, and staying in one spot had served no purpose in delaying Murchadh's approach. In the end, he waited, and watched, and when he heard the click-clack of polished hooves on the cement, man-made path, he eased away from Christof and resigned to the meeting at hand.
Rising up, he dusted off his shorts, and cursed the fact he hadn't worn a kilt instead. That would get him no points in his favor, and the moment he rose, Murchadh narrowed his eyes upon him. The stallion had not dressed for the occasion, but anyone looking might wonder. A deep green kilt, set in the same color and pattern as Calder traditionally wore, with a tartan over a cream-tunic top. A shoulder guard of leather was in place, along with a sporran at his front richly detailed with polished metal. His hair, a glossy wave of ink, spilled and glimmered like wet oil as he approached. Calder left their group to meet him, and Murchadh stopped a little ways away from the group for Calder to meet him. His parents were further off, and had stopped to look at a castle polity to allow Murchadh his right to have first discussion with Calder and to not interlope.
Murchadh did not deem it fit to speak in the common vernacular, and spoke in pure kelpie - a rough series of equine noises and some deep, foreign tongue that twisted words and clacked the tongue against the teeth. A series of deep, precise nasal burst and ear positioning, along with the occasional strike of a hoof - made all the more dramatic with the sound it made on the stone path. Calder responded, ears back, eyes never looking away as much as he wished, and in short responses. The words weren't known, and the tone was that of a superior giving a lecture. It was easy at first, introductions, explanations as to why and how he came, before the overall judgement came. Murchadh inspected his short hair with a very stern look of disapproval, and glanced at his appearance and then the castle and the group with it. Then, slowly, he came closer, and touched the silver necklace on Calder's neck. The boil went rigid, and then waited for the final inspection to pass, before he released the necklace and stepped back. A final word, and then Murchadh glanced back at Calder's parents, gave a nod it was okay for them to approach, and then walked off down the path. Calder breathed out. More than ever, he wanted a hug. Luckily, the couple approaching looked ready to supply just that.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 9:32 pm
The patchwork ghoul beamed. Valentino, yes! That was totally it! "Amrita!" She reminded him, clearly forgiving the boil who was...admittedly a little creepy, even to her. Their meeting had been abrupt, with little but some tools and questions about her backwards hands and feet. She had been about to lean in and extend a hand when Christof barged between them, causing her to startle and straighten almost instantly.
"Chris--" The ghoul was all ready to scold him for something when she realized...he was doing nothing. Oh. Well. Um. Okay! "Err, n-nevermind." She was quiet, sounding somewhat awkward; what was she supposed to say, if she couldn't scold him for being ridiculous? Hm. After a moment she merely pat his hunch in what she hoped was an affectionate gesture, and turned her attention towards the Kelpies that were approaching.
Mainly the one Kelpie, who was making noises at Calder, who was making noises back. Hrm. The Vetala stared at them from a distance and although she didn't understand the language, she did understand one thing very well; that look of disapproval. It caused her to frown and even pout a little bit, and by the time she got her resolve up to intrude - she even dramatically fixed her hat! - the conversation seemed over, and others were approaching. Oh well, she'd already made her way over anyway!
"A-are you okay?" Still, she'd worked up that courage...she at least had to ask! "Is this your family?" She added in a much lower tone.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 9:33 pm
Enter.
Barth returned. He had actually meant to say hello to a few of his other friends. Mandy and Herryk and so on, maybe ask his mum to come over, but... he gave the two other kelpies (Calder's parents?) a very timid nod, gave Calder a desperate apologetic look, hoped the fellow in the lab coat had no relation to certain other doctors lurking about, and dropped morosely into the sand to sleep through whatever mingling time he had left.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 9:55 pm
((Calder's Parents Entering/Exiting))Calder was more than happy to see his parents by the time they approached, and his ears went up and tail flickered back to life when they came walking down the path. When Amrita came to his side, he nodded. "Yup. That's my folks." He waited, and then soon walked forward to greet them in a much more eager fashion than Murchadh. Wrapping his arms about both of them, he was greeted into a big embrace by the two and nuzzlings on each side. "I missed you." He called, and his mother kissed his brow, while his father ran a hand through his hair. "It's.........cute." He forced, looking as if he was about to cry at the state of his son's hair. "Your father heard about the event. We felt it was good to show up." His mother spoke, her voice smooth, soft, yet thickly accented.
Calder didn't seem to want to let go of either of them, and pulled them over toward the castle. "These are my friends. Barth. Christof. Amrita. That's Lizzy." Barth seemed to have fallen asleep, and Calder nudged the boil to at least be awake enough to see his parents a bit. His parents waved to them all. Calder didn't spend too much time trying to keep Barth awake and went back to hugging them both. He was deeply, HORRIBLY homesick, and seeing his parents here only made him yearn to be home for just a moment.
"We'll be watching. Good luck. All of you. We'll talk later." His parents held him one last time, seeming to look just as unwilling to let their son go, before slipping away and up the walk back to the bleachers.
Calder was left watching them go, waving goodbye and then dropping his hands. His ears dropped again when they vanished out of sight.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 11:36 pm
"Valentino," She repeated before smiling, glancing briefly at Amrita when she joined her, "It's a pleasure~ I'm Lizzy, and we have someone to root out and take care of any potential threats to the castle and its king!" At this, she looked at Christof - who seemed to be doing his job of being group leader pretty well; he hadn't lost his temper and hit someone yet! That was probably her personal biasness speaking though.
Besides, he was being protective of ~Amrita~ which suited her just fine, seeing how this 'Valentino' was starting to give out creepy vibes.
When Calder's family came over, she watched from where she was, since Amrita seemed to have that covered. She did offer them a smile when she heard her name, although the rest of the conversation was lost to her as she made her way over to Barth. She gave him a gentle prod before starting to fill up her pail with sand and dumping it over the boil's body, trying to get him covered... With the exception of his head, of course.
She looked way too happy about it though.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 12:02 am
((Proxy for Bili)) Christof's face went pale in patches, followed by a very bright shade of red, immediately pulling his hand back. That was a very intimate proclamation for a boil he hardly knew....even if he wore a labcoat. The hunchback made a distant grunt before backing away, glancing to Amrita with a very strangled noise and gestured to their sandcastle. He....should definitely be tending to it. Make sure it was perfect. Totally not hiding behind it. He hoped Barth would wake up soon and say a thing or two about inappropriate comments.
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Zoobey rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 1:19 am
WAVE 1: CRABS, CRABBBBBBBBBBBBS HP 40/40Scuttling right towards the team was an army of oversized crabs, their pincers waving menacingly. They were ready to destroy all things sand and castle related. CRAB DEFENSE MECHANICS: CRAB VERSUS THE CASTLEOdd = Offense Even = Defense THIS CRAB HAS 2 DEFENSE POINTS. (( First of all, don't forget to add the additional status from the Daily status effects to your sandcastle )) - This crab is trying to do 2 damage DEFENSIVELY against the sandcastle. That means you have to match your OFFENSIVE damage against this crab's defense. Subtract your offensive against this crab's defense points. IF your sandcastle is higher, you take no damage! If it is lower, subtract the HP value from your castle's HP. One person must RP out their sandcastle standing against the crabs or taking damage, and edit the first post sandcastle's HP as necessary (at least, though various reaction posts while battling is fine) CRAB VERSUS THE CONTESTANTS- EVEN IF YOUR CASTLE STOPS THE CRABS, you still need to delegate them away from your castle, so they do not hurt YOU. There is nothing stopping it from hurting YOU. - Roll NORMALLY (no Fear charges), 2d6 -6 if you are a Y1, 2d8 - 6 if you are a Y2 to determine your damage AGAINST THE CRABS. Year 1's have 30 HP, Y's have 40. - The crab has a sum total of 40 HP. Every time you hit the crab, you take 5 damage. If your TEAM LEADER is KO'ed your group is disqualified! - You can hit the crab as many times as needed until it is dead. If your crab is not dead by the end of the OOC 24 hours/ one round, the crab will berserk and take out half your sandcastle's HP. - To attack the crab, once again, roll your attack, WRITE UP YOUR RP POST, and subtract 5 from your HP every time. Make sure to also post at the bottom of your post Your total HP, the damage you do to the crab, and the crab's total (remaining HP.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 7:26 am
Exiting
Seeing that it was time to leave, Valentino gave he largest smile he could to the contestants. The boils and ghouls all seemed like they would make great aquaintinces. They could even become friends, bonding over grave robbing and the whirr of his lab equipment, slowing pumping life back into his experiments.
"I'll see you all in class soon, do come to my lab if you ever are in need of any modifications"
With that, Valentino turned back towards the spectator booth.
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Dragain rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 7:52 am
When the announcement was made for all participants to get ready, she looked up from where she was attempting to cover Barth up in sand and... Everything was suddenly huge. The sandcastle they had made looked like a read castle, and she could even see the throne room from where she was standing.
As she stared in awe at the structure, she soon spotted a group of rather huge... Well, they looked like panty crabs without the panty. They also happened to look really, really angry. Before she could react, one of the un-panty crabs had walked right up to King Patrick's sandcastle and knocked down one of the small towers they had painstakingly put up.
Honestly, she was a little disappointed in King Patrick. He did nothing to protect his throne. Nothing. If this game of thrones was made into a show, he would probably only last one episode.
"PROTECT KING PATRICK!" She yelled before grabbing a grain of sand - now brick sized - and using it to try to force the crab away from the sandcastle by tossing it at the attacker, achieving minimal success; in fact, the crab retaliated by swiping at her, causing her to hit the sand rather painfully.
HP: 35/40
Damage: 3
Crab HP: 37/40
Castle's HP: 98/100
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