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lizbot rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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 Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 6:07 pm
The lock tumbled with satisfying ease and America smiled to herself, quietly proud and then moved on, carefully opening the door into what looked like an small abandoned office. The sounds of the fighting, of the charged crowd of onlookers swelled up around her as she entered. It sounded like more than a few dozen when they were only a wall away. Pulling her hood up, covering bright hair and fresh faced youth, America tested the handle of the door and cracked it open, attempting to slip into the mob without notice. Unfortunately, in focusing on the missing Hunter, they'd forgotten the crowd and understandably so. They were just civilians. Even among the toughest crowd of civilians, the hunters were still the most dangerous beings in the room. Or at least, they should be.America made it to the edge of the crowd when, as one, mod and fighters alike turned to stare at the girl, their eyes glinting red. Her breath caught, throat working against a dry swallow. beejoux America failed the stealth roll! If Pey wants to do a cool fighty thing ~ roll 1d20!
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Beejoux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 6:30 pm
Well that wasn't good. Peyton's breath caught in her throat as the volume in the room below suddenly plummeted to nothing, and as one, the crowd turned towards a hooded figure just beyond a door. America. Her response was damn near automatic. Thoughtlessly she rushed across the rafters, a soundless shadow that hopped and darted across the metal beams until she was standing directly over the mob and their new target. Then, just as silently, she jumped. Warrick was in her hands as she hit the ground, the twin blades catching the harsh light and gleaming as she straightened, placing herself firmly between the crowd and her Moon. This was where she belonged. Then she noticed it, red eyes staring back at them, at her, and her blood ran cold. lizbot Everybody was kung fu fighting.
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lizbot rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 10:19 pm
The instant Peyton arrived, America summoned Stryker. She'd been hesitating, not wanting to harm the civilians, even ones in this state, but America had her priorities, and right now that was Peyton first, everyone else can go to hell. Crouching low, she readied to defend. Behind the mob, Sinagra watched them with a hungry grin, her gaze assessing. HP: 60 Defending Peyton: 10 (happy birthday) beejoux Red Eyed Civilians (x24) Each has 10 hp! Collectively they cause (quantity standing / 3) so the first round is an even 8 auto damage! Hitting them: - If damage exceeds the current targets hp, the extra goes toward the next target. Hurting them: - a single attack that goes over 10 seriously harms one target (broken bones etc) - a single attack that goes over 15 kills a target Attack dice: you may choose the tier of attack dice used to moderate damage.
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Beejoux rolled 2 12-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 5:35 pm
Panic welled up hard and fast, choking the smaller girl as she stared into the red eyed mob. This was the sort of s**t that haunted her nightmares, right here, and an inarticulate little noise left her mouth as one of the bodies separated itself from the crowd and rushed her. Her reactionary shove was not graceful, it was not skillful, and it was accompanied by a high little shriek, as if she expected the affliction to jump on contact--and really, why should she think anything else? HP: 60 DMG: 1 CHG: 1/3 Target HP- Collective: 23 Singular: 9
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lizbot rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 5:22 am
This was the most difficult and demanding battle America had ever experienced since waking up in a pod. There were so many bodies, so many angry and too strong attackers. The crowd surged and she tried to play crowd control, tried herd figures with chains that blocked and frighten, distract with a winged ball of blades. She'd fought stronger and bigger, but this was more than a simple hit and block. "Pey..." America began, nearly asking the other girl if she wanted to run, but instead she simply called, "Two o'clock!" This wasn't a time for doubting either the blonde or herself. HP: 60 Defending Peyton: 6
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 6:50 pm
< Get a grip on yourself, Peyton> Warricks deep voice rumbled out in a growl as his partner's breathing sped into short pants. Fear in this situation could be every bit as dangerous as the mob itself, and they couldn't afford a break down, not here and now. Later, maybe, if they got out of this in one piece. America's voice behind her tugged at her, like an anchor, and Peyton forced herself back from that panicked ledge. She didn't have the luxury of letting go, not with her Moon there at her back. Getting herself killed was one thing, but dragging America down with her was not an option, and it helped the Sun regather he resolve. "We're good." In a matter of seconds her entire posture had shifted, back to the ready posture-- bare hands raised, features determined and focused--and she was ready when the mob began to close around them. Warrick had been desummoned, she didn't want kill any of the civilians if she could avoid it, but even weaponless she was going to have to be careful. A hit landed on her shoulder, and she spun on her heel, jerking to the side to ram her elbow into the offender's sternum. HP: 58 DMG: 5 CHG: 1/3 Target HP: 18
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lizbot rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 12:47 am
The crowd began turning into a seething, singular mass in America's minds eye. Faces, twisted in anger, eyes gleaming wet and red under the flickering lights, they became a creature of flailing limbs and vicious hands, screaming with two dozen hungry mouths. She tried to keep up, to bind it and hold it down. HP: 60 Defending Peyton: 6 Charge: 3/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 2:47 pm
America was holding off the masses well, but bodies slipped through the cracks. There were just too many, they were woefully out numbered, and since they were unable to simply kill the civilians that bore down on them, it made things harder. Another hit thumped against her back, made her take a step forward, but she retaliated automatically with a backward kick into the offenders stomach. Sending them crashing to the floor where they took out another two bodies with them. "You alright, America?" HP: 56 DMG: 6 Tagert HP: 12
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lizbot rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 11:49 pm
Clawed fingers reached and grabbed from the many armed thing and the people that made up the many armed thing faded back still further. "We're good," she echoed Peyton's words back. America could feel the edge of aggression rising, that oasis of violence in the middle all worry and doubt. It didn't take control, not even the subtle sort, but it was a enough to remind her what was always there.
Sometimes I feel I'm better at breaking things than fixing them.
"We're good," America repeated, quietly to herself as she continued to ignore the blazing runes of Stryker's charge and the potential to simply tear through the crowd with fire and blade and chain. hp: 60 Defending pey: 10 Charge: 3/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 3
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 2:47 pm
We're good.Peyton repeated it, over and over, as she continued to fend off an neutralize the swam of advancing civilians. Lips peeled back, it was so tempting to summon Warrick and cut through the crowd. It wouldn't take much, a few hard slashes, and there would be no more reaching hands or angry red eyes. It was that want that kept her from doing it, confirming what she had feared. Aggression rising up within her, simmering, but not overwhelming. Yet. She avoided the swipe of sharp nalils that came in from the side. The fist that whizzed past her ear. America fended off another two, and Peyton foot swept a fourth, bring them down hard on the concrete floor. HP: 56 DMG: 4 Target HP: 8
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lizbot rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 3:40 pm
There was a sudden surge of bodies as America moved and a large group grabbed on to her chain, halting its movement and creating a vicious tug-o-war. As the two fought, the former hunter watched and then, with a gestured, the feeling of violence increased. For the girl's it was palpable, that call to hurt and harm, but still it remained simply a temptation rather than compulsion. The civilians did not fare nearly so well. Their attacks increased, not only toward the hunters, but toward each other as well. Fists, teeth, and claw-like hands turned the fight into mindless riot. Hp: 60 Def: 2 beejoux Mob: Add +3 to their auto-attack Every turn the mob kills one of their own.
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2014 3:56 pm
Peyton catch the moment as Chain was grabbed and yanked, and seconds later the potential for violence rose up another few notches. It set the Sun's teeth on edge, pulled a rolling growl up from the pit of her stomach, and in that split second between one attack and the next Warrick flickered into being in small hands. There and gone, runes blazing, as she tried to push it down, fight against it, but it wasn't easy. Breathing heavily, Peyton went for the hands holding Stryker's chain. She saw them turning on each other, saw everything starting to fall apart, and if the s**t was going to hit the fan for real then America needed her weapon. An elbow to the jaw forced one away, a shove dislodged another. Stryker was freed up, but as she turned to dive back into fray, she saw it, one crazed civilian smashing the head of another into the concrete floor. " s**t!" HP: 50 DMG: 3 Target HP: 5
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