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chiickadee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-16)
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 Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 3:07 pm
Danny gave it a jab to the right, and the thing was done for. Take that freaky dancing thing. Take that.
Was that Gene she saw? "Hey! Let's go talk to those guys over there!" Danny said, already distracted by the figures to her right. Well they looked friendly enough. They were halloweeners after all. How much harm could it cause?
HP: 28/40
DMG: she ded 2.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 3:21 pm
Gene was incredibly thankful that Danny had stepped in to the fray again, defeating the weird fog thing that only made one comprehensible word. She gave the ghoul a quick hug, before she noticed the guys the demon was talking about.
Maybe they'd know what's going on. After all, they'd probably seen what had gone down, since....well, she only had to guess that they'd been awake during the whole incident.
Walking up to them timidly, fully aware that she was incident, she asked a simple, yet very loaded question. "Excuse me...just what's happening here?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 3:25 pm
[[ BECAUSE I LIKE MAKING 1-LINER DEATH POSTS ]] It whined pitifully as it pathetically fell to the ground. "Hoooooome," it lamented one last time as it rolled around, fading and fading into a flurry of dissipating mist.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 5:19 pm
Today's Prompt c) Walk over to communicate with the Halloweeners to ask questions about what is going on. As your group approaches the two Halloweeners, you notice that they are carrying oddly discoloured weapons, pointing them directly at you. Before you can say another word, they shoot, a net encompassing you, sending painful electric shocks down your body until you black out. When you wake up, you notice that you are in some sort of large, closed environment, a room perhaps, with the others. The ceiling is covered in a bright white light, and you see people standing outside the thick transparent walls, wearing familiar (to some) white outfits with gold trim. They are muttering amongst each other, though one of them walks over to a what looks like a scamplifier, talking directly into it. Their voice booms into the room. "Sorry if we made you feel threatened, we don't mean any harm really, just checking up on orders." Their tone sounds oddly sterile and rehearsed. "Don't worry though, we'll let you go, we just need one simple answer from you. Which ah, 'Halloween Refugee Base' are you from? If you tell us where its located, we will let all of you go. If not, then I'm afraid, well," They turned around, picking up something in one hand: a glowing weapon, a simple sword-shaped weapon, really, "You might as well enjoy your permanent stay in here in Deus Ex Machina and make yourselves comfortable for the long-term duration." a) You decide to answer, trying for any random location, anything, to get out of the place b) You decide to withhold answers, instead, demanding that you will answer if they tell you what is going on and where your group is c) You say nothing entirely, simply glaring back. These guys don't look like they'll give you anything any way no matter what
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 11:23 pm
Danny woke up, and groggily wiped her eyes for the second time. Her pajamas were lopsided, but Rikki's hoodie remained intact, and her bikini top hadn't fallen off yet- they were good for now in terms of clothing.
She looked around, worried and confused. This wasn't Amityville. This wasn't even Halloween.
A frigure asked some questions- it looked like a hunter. White coats. Her eyes immediately narrowed and she punched the wall where the hunter was, only to have it hit glass. She punched it again. Still nothing. She felt useless. It asked her some questions.
"What's going on? Let us out of here you filthy white coats- WHERE ARE WE?" The screaming just erupted from her. She knew what these hunters were capable of.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 2:39 pm
Gene's eyes opened blearily, vision coming back in random splotches. A room, a thick wall, Danny pounding away at said wall, and people in white and gold coats. She had a killer headache, and looked just about as bad as she felt. Her shirt was grimy and starting to fall off, and her panties were struggling to stay at an appropriate angle.
Wait. There was a wall that Danny was pounding, screaming at the white coat clad persons on the other side.
Jack.
Hunters. Jack forsaken Hunters. She'd actually approached them, and then got caught by them? How stupid! She didn't bother standing up, but curled into a tight ball, rocking herself back and forth.
"Let us go...please! Let us go!" She was sobbing, unable to keep herself calm. First Amity disappears, and now this? Just how was a ghoul to react to this situation?
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 9:10 pm
Quote: IF YOU ARE TRAPPED, REGARDLESS OF WHAT CHOICE YOU SAYThe figure in white seems unamused by whatever you have to say, simply sighing and tapping his pen against his clipboard. "Yeah, thought so. I guess we'll have to do this the fun way." He gestures for another two figures, they look up into your cage and- - You hear a hissing noise in your cage, manage to struggle, stay awake for a second longer before you black out. OOC: SELECTING A GROUP MEMBER - EVERYONE in the group must NOW roll a 100-sided dice at this point and RP out the above (all active members, if you have an inactive member, you can just skip to). The person with the LOWEST roll must RP out the prompt below titled "WEAPONS CONVERSION". Everyone else rps out the regular prompt titled "TRAPPED". Even if the WEAPONS CONVERSION player posts their prompt later, it is assumed that ICly the "weapons conversion" post happened first and then the "trapped" one. - You are rping reactions for one OR the other, depending what you roll. Rp reactions don't need to be posted chronologically. (That way you don't need to wait for them if you have different time zones). - If you have been rolled for weapons conversion your CHARACTER IS "DEAD". That means you can no longer rp them sorry sad Consider this their death post, and write out reactions as necessary: solid death posts will be given bonus trial points! - PLEASE NOW MARK YOUR THREAD AS [CAPTURED] instead of OPEN or CLOSED WEAPONS CONVERSION PROMPT When you wake up, you are staring out of a large, cylindrical cage. You press your hand against it, but the walls hurt as if charged by electricity. You recoil to the very center of the cylinder: the light hurts your eyes. You can hear someone vaguely talking outside, you can see shapes, boxes outside, transparent boxes with your team members in there. There is a loud crackle, a synthetic humming noise, and as you look up- - Pain. Agony that jolts into you, thousands of times worse than being simply electrocuted, worse than when you were forced to dissipate, you might have screamed, you might have thrashed, it is hard to tell at this point, all you can feel is the pain- And then you feel something in you snap, shift, and your Fear, as finally, your form involuntarily begins to warp, distort as well. It hurts, the pain still hurts, it is blinding, but as your body fights to re-stabilize itself, you feel better, whole, complete again. Your vision clears again, just for a little bit - you see figures in strange plastic boxes outside, -who are they, they look familiar - but it doesn't matter anymore. Something clicks in you, like a switch turning on, there is no more pain, panic, hatred, the memories washed out, lackluster. No, in your world of darkness, emptiness, there is only a slowly gnawing hunger, quiet and insatiable. TRAPPED When you wake up you realize you are trapped in a transparent box - a cage. You see the others all around you, but one of your group members is missing. No, instead, they are huddled in a cylindrical glass cage, a rather large one who's height spans the entire room. They look scared, they look out towards you. You want to say something, maybe that everything will be okay, but you can't. You know it's not true. You know they can't even hear you. The person is talking now, the figure in the white cloak. They threaten you, saying one of you is next if you don't tell them the truth. If you don't speak the truth, you will be next. And finally, they make you watch, they make you watch as your teammate screams, thrashes around in the cylinder helplessly, and then is consumed completely. A dull weapon lies where your teammate was. The figure picks up the weapon, and talks to you again. He wants to know the truth, of who you are and where you come from. You turn to your remaining group members for support. a) You finally tell him exactly what happened from the trials to where you are now b) You tell then nothing. If you go down, you will go down fighting.
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chiickadee rolled 1 100-sided dice:
83
Total: 83 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 9:12 pm
None of their questions were answered, they were only met with a soft hissing noise, and then she had knocked out, asleep.
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Carhop Cavalier rolled 1 100-sided dice:
48
Total: 48 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 4:50 am
Fun way? That usually wasn't a good thing for people like this to say, was it?
Nope, it wasn't. A hiss, one last second of cognition, and the ghoul was down.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 3:28 pm
Vision returned to Gene quickly this time around, much too quickly for her brain’s comfort. Processing the amount sheer amount of visual stimulation, along with the physical pain and the complete confusion, Gene felt as though her brain was about to explode out of her head – which may have been a better ending to this story.
Once her head was done screaming at her eyes to stop taking in more information, she closed her eyes for a few seconds. Breathe, she told herself, stay calm and try to piece together what just happened. She and Danny had woken up to a world of no Amityville, got attacked by fog things, approached some Halloweeners, got knocked out, woke up in a facility with Hunters, and then got knocked out again.
She opened her eyes, now able to comprehend her surroundings. She was in a large glass cylinder, and able to hear a muffled voice. She could see vague, lumpy silhouettes outside the cylinder, and a single box. This box had a certain orange tint to it, one that burned like fire. Danny? Was Danny in that box? What were they doing to her? ”Danny! Danny, don’t let them get to you!” The doppelganger tried to pound on the glass to emphasize her strained and desperate call, only to be knocked back by the electricity of the wall. It was like a million lightning bolts had burrowed inside her chest, played a sick game of King of the Mountain, and escaped through the other side. Was Danny experiencing the same thing? Why were they separating them like this? There was strength in numbers, so maybe the Hunters figured that if they separated them-
CRACK…ZZZT!
A noise abruptly exploded from overhead, eliciting a response in the form of Gene looking up. That single look at a blinding, glorious fatal light would be the last thing the ghoul saw. Suddenly pain became her whole world.
The dissipation caused by the Conquest Horseman’s black hole was a simple mosquito bite compared to the pain she felt. Then, her Fear had collided in on itself, her form crushed into oblivion, the very fabric of her being demolished by an incomprehensible amount of gravity. The pain that came with drowning in snow was child’s play; the snake’s cruel ending blow was a mere tickle. The pain of embarrassment that came from conversing with Mort in Sex Ed couldn’t even hold a candle to the more than excruciating pain she felt at this very moment of space and time. It was like someone had just forced fifty blazing suns down her throat, and they were all struggling to find an orifice out. She screamed, thrashed, wailed, and slammed herself against the machine. This was not an attempt at escape; she wanted death. To put her body under so much distress that it shut down and dissipated, permanently. She didn’t know if it was possible, but at that moment the doppelganger couldn’t care less. She needed to stop existing.
Tears and memories began to flood. Her first time at the school when Junko had helped her to her dorm, all her friends from work and the crazy things that happened there, fighting the Christmas tree at the maul, and her unofficial date with Mort.
Mort… was he going through this? Certainly he’d been clever enough to not get captured. He had to be okay… he just had to.
The pain increased suddenly, as though those fifty suns suddenly found their escape through her pores. Every inch of her body was boiling in sheer agony, before she felt a snapping in her Fear, much like when someone’s foot snaps a twig in a forest. The next pain was short, but the most agonizing. Her form began to shrink and thin, compressing and smashing and solidifying.
Sight was restored, and panic began to fade. Why was she facing an orange box? Why was she in a cylinder? Why did it matter? It didn’t. Nothing mattered anymore. The pain was gone now, as was panic, and then sight. Only darkness; darkness and hunger. The hunger gnawed at her stomach like an annoying baby with no teeth, irritating her.
Feed me.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 3:42 pm
Danny's sleep was by no means peaceful. Waking up was painful; things felt sore, almost like she'd been exercising all night- but she knew she hadn't. Gene was gone, her pale body now is gone. Near where she had been standing was a dagger ... no it was a pair of knucklers? A trench knife of some sort- it was strangely similar in color to Gene's skin and hair, with glowing marks down the side. Danny didn't do anything except stare at it with wide eyes. Where had they taken Gene? Why had they put a weapon in her room?
Danny's tail flicked nervously. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Why was this happening? Moments ago she had been lying in bed happily, excited for the next trials- disappointed in her past performances, but excited nonetheless.
Words came over some sort of speaker. A coarse voice shouted insults, calling her a shadow, a threat. Another said "Leave it, we'll change her soon enough."
A third called, "You're next."
Danny was never very comprehensive, but she could put some things together. Something was going to happen to her. A figure came into the room briefly, to pick up the Gene-colored weapon, and Danny retreated to the back of the room, no fight left in her. She was just scared, absolutely scared.
After picking up the weapon, he turned to her and said something about wanting to know the truth about where she came from.
Danny wasn't brave anymore. This experience had beaten on her. Bea had never woken up with them, and now Gene was gone too. She felt herself begin to shake, words not coming to mind all at once. Others might have been braver- stood up to the hunter. Possibly even fought him off.
Not Danny. "I-I come from Halloween," she admitted, "I go to Amityville High School. My house is in Town Heights-" Her voice cut off just as everything was beginning to spill out. "There were trials ... led by the horsemen and I-" Her voice cracked, "I just want to go home." She tried not to reveal too much about where things were, just what they were. Maybe if she had had Roch standing next to her, or Rikki's hand on her shoulder, she might've been a bit stronger, but alone with a room full of killers watching her, she just couldn't do it. They broke her.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 4:52 pm
The figure in the white cloak sighs and takes out an extremely plain looking eyephone, "Sir I need you down in section C." They pocketed the phone with a sigh and a slightly worried look. Moments later another a tall blonde man in a three pieces suit walked in, causing the first to stand straighter and carefully move out of the man's immediate line of sight. Glancing at the captive, the new arrival frowned, "We don't need them, trainee. We have enough specimens and weapons for the time being." "But sir, they..." The man in the suit had already summoned his guns. The OOC Roll 1 d100 1-25: The door to your cage opens and several shots ring out. Your death is quick and painless. 26-50: The door to your cage opens and a shot rings out, destroying one of your legs. The man in the suit gives the trainee an expectant look, "Well, do whatever you need to do with it." The trainee stutters for several moments until another shot is fired. Your death is slightly less quick and painless. 51-75: The door to your cage opens and a shot rings out, destroying one of your legs. The man in the suit gives the trainee an expectant look, "Well, do whatever you need to do with it." The trainee nods and reaches for several pieces of equipment. The blonde man checks his watch and another shot is fired. Your death is painful and much less quick than the man in the suit would have preferred. 76-100: The door to your cage opens and the trainee quickly approaches you, nervously looking back at the man in the suit. Their distraction give you the opportunity to shove past them and escape. Several shots ring out. Your death is quick and painless.
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chiickadee rolled 1 100-sided dice:
66
Total: 66 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 4:57 pm
Danny felt little sobs escaping her mouth, her chest hemorrhaging with the effort she was taking not to visibly shake in front of these hunters. Her mind was reeling with all of the past events of the trial, both good things and bad things. Mostly on the task at hand- the hunters watching her. Was there still a group? Was there only one? Danny couldn't tell anymore. They were just shadows moving back and forth behind a screen somewhere else- who cared.
Yes indeed- who cared? Who could care when Gene was dead, she was alone, and she had just spilled her guts about Amityville. Even if she made it out of this alive, she'd be a traitor. Even if she didn't tell anyone what happened, it would gnaw at her, termites on a piece of wood. Even as she thought this, her voice continued to spill details of the trials- her sandcastle, Bea's cute laughter in the sand, Gene working so hard on the war trials. Her getting impaled twice during the war trials. She even included the stupid lepus that helped her along the way. Sometimes during her monologue, they would look at each other confused, like when she used the word "skelevision" and "creepateria." For the most part they just quietly prompted her with questions, all of which she answered in short, minute details.
Someone- a younger hunter, was writing something down, and then a voice said, "Sir I need you down in section C." For some odd reason, none of their questions had affected her much, but the second this man broke his chain of questions, Danny's mouth snapped shut. She'd really just done that. She'd just given Halloween a way in a second. Well ... most of the details she described were stupid- the color of Rikki's eyes, the outrage Demi showed whenever she was near- but she was sure these horrible people would find a way to use it against her. She began shaking, as much as she had reserved herself not to. Don't cry. Don't jacking cry, she thought to herself over and over again.
They attempted to ask her another question, but she was done. Her mouth was shut tight, and she draped herself over the chair they'd put in the room, curling up in a tight ball with her knees to her chest. Even if they let her go, she'd never be welcomed back home. Her parents would probably disown her- screw ever graduating from Amityville or marrying someone or visiting the human world. She was a traitor to the entire world of Halloween.
Vapid thoughts began to come back to her. Rikki's soft embrace, holding her closely on his bed just putting his hand through her hair. Yin's look of concern whenever she did ... well just about anything. Bea's dainty dripping noises she made when she walked sometimes, a smile playing on her lips. Roch's obnoxious laughter that often echoed her own when they were working on some song-
Dear Jack Roch. She hadn't even made up with him. Told him she was sorry. Last time she'd talked to him, she'd slammed a door in his face and ran. She had seen him at the beach, once in the infirmary, but she hadn't uttered a single word to him. Was he somewhere in this hunter compound? Maybe he was safe and sound back at Amityville. Maybe he'd gotten away before the drill attacked. The point was ... the point was that she was never coming back. The thought dawned on her like light in an empty room. They were never letting her go free. Why had she been so stupid to believe they would let her just waltz out of here if she answered some questions. How could she have been so stupid? Roch wouldn't have done that. Roch would've fought back and mouthed off the entire time.
It spiraled her emotions even further downwards. In a way, it was almost relieving. She'd never be treated as a traitor. Never get another look of disappointment. Never have to experience another break up with Rikki. Maybe Roch would be better off without her always dragging him down. The emblem issue was certainly off the table. Rikki could probably find some beautiful bombshell to marry- he had that sort of charm. He'd never have to be embarrassed that his ghoulfriend was jacking things up so royally- again. The idea that Rikki would marry someone else sent a whole new round of shaking down her body. A few hunters were watching her, curious, and she sent a fireball flying towards the window they were all observing through.
Then another, and another. Pretty soon she was using her FEAR, both fists and BOTH feet igniting, kicking and slamming against the glass. She knew it was doing no good- she could tell because the second the fire hit the wall, it disappeared, like it never existed. Something must've been nullifying her FEAR. Regardless, Danny continued to hit the invisible material. She was upset and angry, and frustrated. Not at the hunters. Yes at the hunters. At herself. Her brain was beginning to go fuzzy. Maybe it was a side effect from the room.
A man suddenly stepped into view. He had a three piece suit, and dashing blonde hair. He glanced over at her, looking her up and down, examining her. There was something cold in his eyes. Her examination was so calculated- the life in her wasn't considered in the least. She tried to look angry. She didn't dare turn away from his dark gaze.
If she was going to die, she'd want to look at the face of her killer.
"We don't need her, trainee. We have enough specimens and weapons for the time being," the man in the suit said. Danny tried to make sense of this. It clicked. Specimens. He was referring to her. Weapons. Something to do with that Gene-colored weapon earlier maybe? She felt like there was a mysterious secret being kept for her, she just couldn't put all the pieces together. It was like playing Jenga with Uno cards- the piece didn't match up.
Danny punched at the glass, as if to prove her worth. They seemed completely entrapped in their conversation- not even noting her stance of power. "But sir, she..."
A flash of light, and then the man was holding two guns in his hand. Danny reeled backwards. She'd seen Mots guns before. They were tiny, but he was a crack shot- it wasn't something to be trifled with. Guns were serious.
Danny croaked but nothing came out. The man disappeared from her line of view. Had he gone away? What did it mean that she wasn't needed? Would they actually let her go? She'd all but given up on that angle, but maybe-
A buzzer sounded and the door to her cage creaked open. Maybe they were throwing someone new in. The man with the two guns appeared, along with the second voice showing his face for the first time. He looked somewhat hesitant, a little pained, but the other man Danny couldn't see well enough. There was a moment of static in the air as she stared at him, and he stared at her. Silence, quiet. Her tail flicked once, and then a bang sounded through the air.
A loud crack parted the air, and the bullet lodged itself in her leg, absolutely annihilating it. Pieces came off. Pieces of her jackdamn leg. The blood started pouring almost instantly. Danny let out a cry, choked by interwoven sobs. Her body seized up, her upper body racking out screams.
Danny was too focused on her leg to notice now, but the blonde man turned to the younger one and waited for a moment. After a pause, he said, ""Well, do whatever you need to do with it." Danny couldn't hear it. Another scream was blocking her auditory.
The trainee nodded, and quickly grabbed a pair of sharp things- possibly weapons- Danny couldn't tell. She began blabbering, "No. No. Oh Jack please no. Don't- please just let me go. I just want to go home." It started coming out more rapidly until she was just saying, "No ... Jack no ... no ..." Over and over. The trainee almost looked hesitant as he walked towards her. The light on the end of her tail was growing dimmer. Still there, but it was dimming. She was choking on her words now, going into some sort of shock. Another scream came from her lips.
The blond man checked his watched, impatiently, and cocked his gun. Danny saw it and her eyes went wide. Even through her shallow breathing, she saw it pointed directly at her, and she screamed once more. Then no noise came out at all.
She'd been shot directly through the throat. She was beginning to choke on her own blood and FEAR. The trainee looked at her rather helplessly, then shot a look back at Simon. He was already turned out and walking out the door, on to his next task. The trainee looked at her with pity, a confusingly kind act for someone in his faction. He was probably very new at this, or possibly he was having doubts. Whatever the reason, Danny didn't even notice his somewhat kind look. She'd lost whatever grip on reality she had moments after the shot rang out. Now she was just sitting on the chair, stone cold- an unsual temperature for a fire demoness. Absolutely ice cold. Dead.
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