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 Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 3:53 pm
Mort was reviewing the schematics of Thor 2.0 in his head, tapping this place or that experimentally, flexing the newly sharpened tips of his fingers to make sure neural commands were coming in clean, making sure wires were all tucked in neatly under the new plating, that the screws were tight but the pieces flexible, no delay from impulse to action, no rust, no imperfections -
He almost missed Christof's wave in his concentration, but the movement broke his reverie. Blinking awake, he sat up a little and offered the igor a little smile and a wave from Thor, half to test the movements, half to actually give greetings.
Mort shifted a bit as Alex sat by him, exchanging light smiles but also not breaking the silence. There was no real need to after all. They knew essentially what they were signing up for, and they knew there would probably be consequences, and there wasn't much room for discussion about who would do what until Red gave them clear instructions. But he was still glad his bro was there, and the least he could do was clasp his shoulder.
Both of them were pretty prone to throwing themselves as sacrifice anyway. The undead didn't know when to quit.
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 6:52 pm
The cold of Christmas Town had not only chilled the witch, but had apparently also been effective in chilling the others on the trip, as evidenced by the heavy atmosphere each brought with them as they filed into the gym. This second half wasn't going to be a walk in the park, or even a romp in the snow by any stretch, but Belladonna still did not see any reason in getting so down. They were going to do good, on a rescue mission to save Jericho. Maybe that wasn't something to be all bouncy about, but it also wasn't something to get down in the dumps over. This way of thinking was mostly a defense mechanism as the witch had had just about enough of the melancholy Insanity brought with it, but she at least respected everyone else enough to keep her face pleasantly neutral as she walked back into the gym. There were no bright smiles or cheerful greetings, merely a simple nod to those she knew and a gaze mostly focused on the two already sitting. In the three hours allotted to them, Belladonna had changed her outfit to something more subdued with a pair of flat boots and a longer coat that she was used to wearing, as well as a tie back of her long hair. A small smile was at least passed to the two zombies as she took a seat next to Mort, eyes quietly finding the red ribbon with a wider smile that she tried to hide behind a careful turn of her head so that her hair curtained. Now was not the time to get sentimental when there was a life at stake... "Thor looks well today." She offered in a quieter, not wholly herself voice. It was small, but she just could not let them sit in sad silence much longer. "Hello again, Alexander. You bringing anything? No robot arms for you?" It was a joke, not a very good one, but still an attempt. Maybe she'd let it go after this, but one small try had to be made.
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 9:49 pm
She'd heavily considered not coming along, to be honest. Shehk was looking only slightly better for wear than she had when she'd gone joy-gathering with several of the students that were with them now, but.....
Perhaps it was compulsion that brought her along, purposely standing distanced from the group with her hands folded behind her back, lips drawn in a near grimace. Was she excited? She wasn't sure how she felt about all of this, but she'd made a promise.
She had failed to upkeep it, but perhaps fixing her failure would be enough...
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 1:41 am
There had been rumors floating about that there was going to be a special mission conducted by Red to save Jericho, and Astra had taken a big interest in said rumors. She had seen the dragon succumb to insanity, and ever since then she had felt a sense of guilt that she had never been able to do something. The fairy ghoul had always had mixed feelings about the dragon; Fear at his monstrous form, anger that he had never been quite nice to her, awe at his strength. Since her last encounter however she had not been as frightened of him, as she had felt saddened; there were others that had a much closer to the dragon then she had, one of those being Riley.
Hadn't the mindflayer said she considered Jericho family?
Regardless of how she felt, when she had heard the gym was open for people wanting to do the mission, Astra was quick to head on over to the building. How was she to help? No idea, but she had to do something!
Which was when she bumped into a certain water dragon...
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Considering what had been happening as of late, Poke had been staying well away from anything that had the worlds 'field' and 'trip', preferring to keep to her dorm room to sit and mull over things. But she had ventured out for a bit of fresh air, and in doing so had bumped into a tiny fairy ghoul. By bumped she meant "the fairy had flown straight into her at 50 miles a hour"
After making sure her head was still working, the dragoness recognized Astra from the chaos that was fright night. Oh yeah, she distinctly remembered biting into that ghouls body...not a good feeling.
"H-hey...Look I-" She tried to say.
"No time no time! Gotta get to the gym!"
"Huh? I don't think there's any classes.."
"NO NO! THE MISSION!" She practically yelled at her. "The mission to save Jericho!"
"Who?"
"JERICHO! THE BIG RED DRAGON JERICHO" She shouted again obviously annoyed by her lack of understanding. "He's been insanified and we gotta get him back!"
"...Oh! That guy..." She had a faint memory of a boil in a cloak, and of a giant insanity filled dragon she nearly collided with on a rescue to save Mitsu. Though before she could ask anything else the fae ghoul had flown away.
"..A rescue mission, huh?" She mused out loud, intrigued by the notion. She didn't know whomever the ghoul was referring to, but hey, why not go and save a fellow dragon? Her mind made up, she ran towards where the gym was located.
Once walking inside, she blinked at the sight of Professor Red. She didn't know she would be the one running this... Poke didn't harbor any ill will towards the professor, but she was not sure of her motives. Was she just a teacher, or was she something more sinister? Ears folding against her head, she quickly moved to a seat somewhere up the back of the class, sitting down and taking her time to read what was on the board.
It was easy to see what kind of job she would be able to do. The grappler one suited her almost perfectly. Especially now that she had gone up a year, her FEAR levels had improved enough so she could harness her draconic powers in her student form. Which was all kinds of awesome, though the ability was far from perfect...
She then frowned at the mention of "High contact with insanity." She really didn't want to be exposed to it, the idea of becoming "that" thing again...she shuddered at the thought.
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Meanwhile, Astra had made to the gym as well, sitting somewhere near the front with a determined look on her face. Yes, she could do something to help! She could be a medic, and make sure no one else would get hurt. Yes, she would do her best to make Nurse Cricket Proud, that she will!
From her seat she also beamed at seeing Red in front of the class again. It was just like old times, and there was no hint of shark skitters this time too! Astra didn't care that she had been a insanity monster before, the fae was just happy to see her back.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 9:34 am
Christof glanced around all the milling students that were gathering. Some laughing, some looking intent. This mission could go very well... or very badly. Quietly, he shuffled his seat closer to Malodore. Still no sign of Mistress. Did she even remember her dragon any more? Did she know? He didn't dare ask the plague doctor, instead just positioning himself on it's other side to save a seat for Riley should she show up. "Will-be-alright", He gently tapped Mal's slender arm before signing. There was no assuring smile, but a determined glower would do. "One-way-or-another. Dragon-no-suffer."
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 12:11 pm
Calder had been a bit out of the loop as well, dwelling on his own problems to become stronger, but came out of hiding at Barth's to hear of how they were to help Jericho. It was a terrible thing that happened to the dragon, and even sadder for the world of Halloween that such an impressive set of horns be stripped from their world. Not only was he a good friend, but he wasn't bad on the eyes either.
Following in, he moved over to Christof and Malodore, waving at Sammy as he passed. "Hey."
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 2:04 am
Sharra had more than a little interest in this mission.
Jericho, after all, had been with their party when they'd first encountered all of this bullshit Insanity business. He and Jericho had both had experiences within the fog...had been part of the ragged team that had stuck together, at least until the first of the Horseman had arrived.
Walking in, he looked about a moment, before wordlessly moving to take a place next to Marosa, Roch on the other side, the fey boil was oddly the person in the room who made the Nergal feel the most at ease. A familiar face. He was going to need the reassurance of such on a mission like this one. However, it was an encounter that the demon would not desired to have missed. Aksaja had said something about the red dragon being gone...and now there was a chance to do something about it.
Nodding to the redhead next to him, he smiled wanly. "Hey." And another nod to Roch as well. He wasn't at all sure why the faerie would join in on this, a dangerous mission for a freshmeat. Though looking back on it, Sharra realized that that simple fact wouldn't have stopped him either, and thus kept his mouth shut...sizing up the chalkboard.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2012 4:13 pm
Completely unnerved and caught off-guard by the other boil, Marosa took a subconscious step back and blinked at the other.
"Oi'm Marosa." He couldn't say much else, and after glancing at the blackboard again he winced slightly. Just what was he doing here, anyway? He didn't know this guy, but... something in his gut told him to come.
Besides, he'd already promised the Professor he would help, and a faerie would never go back on his word. At least, not unless they found a loophole, which Marosa didn't care about at the moment. Politics weren't his forte, but he'd have to learn them sometime in the future if he was ever going to be his father's successor.
His wings fluttered as he let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead in slight agitation. The fey hoped his being here wouldn't cause problems - it seemed that everyone else was here because they knew this Jericho dragon boil. He wasn't sure what else to say to this Roch fellow,
Relief was in his eyes as he glanced at Sharra, glad to at least see one face he knew. "Aye, greetings," He murmured in return, giving a grateful nod to Sharra. He wasn't sure how Roch would react, but he wanted to ask Sharra a few questions... without looking like a fool.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2012 4:31 pm
Roch nodded at Sharra, although the expression on his face showed that he was going to say something blunt. "Have either of y'run into insanity before?" he asked them, summoning his guitar and flicking a thumb over the blade.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2012 5:46 pm
Riley took the seat that Christof had saved her, beside Malodore. She sat down and started bouncing in her seat.
Oh yes. She was ready. Perhaps she wasn't as worried or sober as she should have been, but she was ready.
((Her writer, however, is not. Super sick, will write better posts soon I promise XD <3))
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 3:00 am
Sophie hurried to the gymnasium, scurrying down halls as fast as she could. Word had reached the ghoul late, it seemed and she was worried about being late and possibly chastised. She'd spent the last three hours preparing herself - mentally, mostly. She wasn't entirely sure what was going to happen and if truth were to be told, the unknown frightened her more than anything else. Except fire. She shuddered. Please, Jack, don't let there be fire. Again. She paused before the door of the gymnasium and took a deep breath, calming herself and banishing silly, but rational thoughts from her head. Now wasn't the time for worry - it was time for action and for her to prove herself.
She shuffled into the gym, pulling the backpack that hung from her shoulders tight with both hands under each strap. It was filled with various items she thought might be useful. Mostly bandages she'd charged with her own FEAR for healing. Her kit from Cricket was clipped to her belt and she patted it for reassurance of its security and durability. While she wasn't as rugged up as most of the students, she had swapped her neckerchief for a long, knitted scarf that matched the gloves and - if you could see them - thick socks she was wearing. Keep the extremities warm. Frostbite isn't fun - even for the Undead.
Eyes scanning around the room, she spotted familiar faces and quickly made her way over to them, a smile crossing child-like features. "Ready to go?" She asked as she climbed up the bleachers and sat in a seat, backpack now in her lap and being rummaged through to make sure everything was in order.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 11:30 am
Lizzy was, to be honest, worried sick - although she was fretting about the retrieval itself, she was even more concerned about where they would have to go due to the dragon's location... Jericho was stuck in enemy territory, so they would need to enter enemy territory in order to attempt to get him back. She did, however, have faith in Professor Red; she was on the island for an extended period of time due to her undercover job, so she was the best guide for this "field trip".
The blackboard was given a quick look over before she found herself a spot in the gym to stand, hands tucked behind her back as she awaited further instructions from the professor. The turnout surprised her; she didn't think that there would be so many students willing to expose themselves to Insanity to help one student out, especially since not all of the students present were acquainted with Jericho... Perhaps they were all insane in their own little, endearing way.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 8:28 am
"Let's get started," Red announced as she stood up. "We will not be going to Deus Ex, nor will we stay in Halloween. We are going to utilize a strategy that has not been tried before, and as such success it not guaranteed." She began to pace back and forth in front of the chalkboard. "There is a likely chance that this will all go to Hell and that we'll royally screw ourselves over. It is possible that we might get Jericho back only to lose one or many. It is possible that we might not get Jericho back at all. If this worries you, it is best to back out now. This will be your last opportunity. Once we have begun, there will be a very small chance for escape." The werewolf stopped in front of the chalkboard. From beneath her cloak Red pulled forth and extended a small metal rod, using it to point at the different aspects she wrote down earlier. "There are four roles needed for this operation. This will require absolute teamwork, so if you have any grievances with anyone here you will need to put them aside. Don't you even think about using this time to rile someone up. Do that on your own time." She didn't bother glaring at a few select students. As she just said, now wasn't the time. "First and foremost will be the grapplers. We will be the ones holding Jericho in place. As he is currently composed of nothing but fog, we will need to ensure that he is held in place to prevent escape. As it does not look like we have enough, I will do my best to pin him in place. The more grapplers the better, however grapplers will be too preoccupied with holding Jericho in place to do anything else. Those who volunteer to be grapplers will be using grappling hooks made out of Insanity along with a rope woven out of both Fear and Joy to hold him down." The next role was pointed at. " Medics will have to multitask by keeping an eye on everyone's Fear levels. Healers will be provided with great to assist their healing. Those who do not have a Fear that can heal will be able to take on the role of a medic, however a Fear that can heal will be beneficial. They will need to keep an eye on everyone." " Infusers are the key to this operation." Red continued as she pointed to them. "The infusers will take the JOY candy we harvested previously in Christmastown and apply it to Jericho. This will be done by launching it at him. You will have limited ammunition, limited chances to get it into him. The amount of JOY we can get into Jericho is crucial to our success." Red paused to gauge their reactions before she pointed at the last one. " Scrappers. Once the target has sufficient JOY and the signal is given, Scrappers will move in to deplete its energy and force it to dissipate. At this point, Infusers may become Scrappers. Medics may become Scrappers, however they may no longer remain medics as forcing Jericho to dissipate takes precedence over everything else." "This mission will occur in two phases," Red said as she collapsed the metal rod, tucking it back beneath her cloak. "Phase one. Grapplers will move in first and pin Jericho in place. Infusers will move in to increase the amount of JOY in him. The goal is to force enough JOY into Jericho to outweigh his Insanity. Once this has been accomplished, Scrappers will move in to dissipate him. If all goes well, we'll be able to pull enough Insanity out of him to get him back." Red glanced at the board. "The signal will be given by volunteers from Christmas, however as this is a Halloween problem we will be the ones to take care of it. What we do today may enable both Halloween and Christmas to come up with a viable solution to recover those who have been lost completely to Insanity. I cannot stress enough how important this is." The werewolf picked up her clipboard and removed a few papers from it, taking a moment to create a rough sign-up sheet before she handed it to the closest student. "Sign up for the role you feel most comfortable with. Each role will need a Captain. Captains will be responsible for managing their teams. I don't care who it is, and if someone signs up to be the captain of a role you wanted to be captain for work it out with them. We will be moving out soon. If you have anything left to do, go do it now." The OOC This mission will consist of two phases. Phase 1: infuse Jericho with JOY Phase 2: deplete Jericho's HP when JOY levels hit a certain amount Once you pick a role, you may NOT change to another unless it's to Striker for or during Phase 2. Once you make the change you cannot go back. Choose wisely. Grapplers:- Responsible for holding Jericho in place - For every grappler holding Jericho down, everyone's AC will lower. ie, if there is ONE grappler then instead of -6 everyone will subtract -5. - Cannot attack or defend themselves. If they take an action other then grappling, everyone will lose the bonus they provide. ie the one grappler lets to in order to heal themselves. Everyone's AC from that point is -6 instead of -5. - Grappler posts WILL NEED TO BE SKIMMED to ensure of the current total AC bonus! Rather their OOC footnote will need to be doublechecked. Failure to do so will cause headaches all around. - Will be ICly using a grappling hook made out of Insanity with a rope made out of Fear and Joy. - Need to STAY AS GRAPPLERS. otherwise it's likely to get superconfusingok. >_> Medics:- Responsible for keeping EVERYONE'S HP up - Will be given IC items that can be used to heal - Will be given IC equipment to see IC Fear/HP Levels Infusers:- Will be responsible for pumping Jericho full of Joy - Ranged, will use slingshots/etc to hit Jericho with JOY - Limited Ammo Scrappers:- Phase 2 only. - Once Jericho has enough JOY, Scrappers will attack Jericho to force him to dissipate. Once you have decided on a role, please sign up:
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^ please don't reserve a post THEN sign up. If you need time to write an RP post, fill out this part first THEN edit your RP post in. Please don't put this under spoiler tags, either. If you have questions, please ask!No time frame. Keep an eye out for next part. It is still possible to join at this point. NATURAL ABILITIES:If your character has a natural ability you think that'll help, LET ME KNOW and we'll see if we can work it in. : D
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 8:55 am
Malodore listened to the plan, scribbling a few notes in its notebook as Red spoke. Interesting... they were not going to where the Hunters were. Did that mean Jericho himself had left that place? Hm. It supposed they would all see. The implications were truly fascinating... and it could clearly see the potential for learning and validation of various theories here. However, the need to recover its dear friend outweighed even the most heady of scientific possibilities. An odd feeling. There was only one role possible for it, of course. "I would volunteer to lead the medics, if it pleases those who also wish to be on that team," it said, bobbing its head once. Grapplers:
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 8:58 am
Roch was silent. He looked around, mentally fitting Malodore to the captain of the medics, Riley as the captain of... hell, whatever she wanted to be, Christof would probably want to be one of the strikers-- Ah, damn, he didn't know if he wanted to be in charge of anything, really. He could DO all the things--although his aim with shooting things wasn't that great, but-- his eyes went to the people around him. Either complete newbies or people that had more ties with Jericho than he did, probably. He turned, heading for Riley. "I know y'don't remember all the things," he said quietly. "But this is your fight, not mine. So I'm gonna offer t'take the role of captain of the grapplers. That way you can do what y'think needs doin. But if you want it, tell me now."
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