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The Semblance of Unity rolled 1 100-sided dice:
33
Total: 33 (1-100)
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 Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2014 4:44 pm
Horace smiled at Jan, pleased with his concern. "Don't worry; I'll try to keep my wits about me and at least I didn't step on that smile. It'd be far too silly to go and die on my first mission, wouldn't it?" A reminder for Jan to be careful as well died on his lips. The other hunter likely didn't need his words - Jan hadn't gone off exploring after all. It had just seemed a bit of a waste for America to clmaber about in the ferris wheel and have two other hunters doing nothing. He watched her silently as she jogged away and came back, and listened silently as she launched into another short lecture. If there were all these tips and such for missions, why did no one include them in the briefings? "Yes, ma'am." Shrugging, he snapped a photo of the ferris wheel overall. The fact that he hadn't thought to take photos Horace would chalk up to his own first-outing nerves, although he wished he'd remembered. It would have been nice, he thought, to have had almost literally anyone else go with him. Except maybe Rep. Frowning, he stared at the photo. Somehow, the bodie's grins seemed wider, whiter, more full of teeth in the photograph. Swiping it back to camera mode, he tilted it and sneakily took a picture of Jan. Because he wanted one and why not?
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lizbot rolled 1 100-sided dice:
94
Total: 94 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 5:42 am
"Weird a** bodies, took pics and got a sample in case Mimsy wants to science it." America's expression brightened a bit as she mentioned her neighbor. The other would likely appreciate the bloodied teeth and tissue in a baggie over sweets as a visiting gift. Walking toward the visitor center, the cracking sound echoed loudly, giving her only enough time to shout, "RU-" Coughing and hacking at the gas, America wondered if this was the same as the doll island as she struggled to wrap her scarf around her mouth. The world around her twisted and spun and went oddly quiet and soft around the edges. Summoning Stryker, America tried to regain her bearings and find the others. The first bodies she found were not at all the ones she was looking for. Quote: 81- 100: BOSS ENCOUNTER: - As you continue walking down the sidewalk you hear a large crack, followed by another. A strange gas explodes from underneath, making you extremely dizzy, as you cough to figure out what is going on, fighting for air now. You have exposed your entire team to a hallucinogen, making everything more terrifying than ever as your vision swims and hops uncontrollably and your hearing becomes muted. Something creaks, groans, lurches underneath you, but is that your imagination? - BOSS MECHANICS: This boss is a mob that has collective 100 HP. Every time you attack it (following the general battle rules), you TAKE 8 damage. AS you can't really see the boss, most of it will have to be dependent on what you can see, if anything at all, from strange faceless figures lurching, half-hopping towards you to the smiling dead coming back and swiping at you. Make sure to tally the boss's total HP (the damage you did to it) at the bottom of your post as well as your total HP and the damage you did that round. If the boss's HP hits 0, you have defeated it, and your team can now take the portal back.
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Baneful rolled 1 8-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 11:33 am
Jan kept a close eye on Horace as he checked out the area around the ferris wheel, making sure the other hunter didn't wander off again. He was just a little irritated by him following America's advice, but it ultimately wouldn't harm anyone for him to take a few snapshots of what they saw.
He followed along behind America, catching up just outside the visitor's center where there was a loud crack and a strange gas. He backed up urgently, but it was too late, his vision swam and he found himself wading into a very concerning skew in perceptions. His perceptions were all he had as a barometer of fact in the world, if they were lying to him, he could not properly trust anything.
The facts he knew were that he was in pripyat. He was with America and Horace and that anything he saw beyond those two were an enemy. It did not help that even his teammates looked strangely hostile in his eyes, contorted as they were out of recognition. He had never liked medication and he did not enjoy this.
"Horace." he said, and for just a moment, he forgot the over-exaggerated accent. "Come over here."
Summoning Butch he moved to America's side and splayed his fingers. "This is unflattering on you." he said, pupils dialated wide.
Regardless, he set up a defence, because Horace was here and getting her killed here and now would raise too many further problems.
HP:50/50
DEF: 6
Target: America
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 1:06 pm
Suddenly gas shot up around him in waves. Horace gasped, stumbling back. Jannisari flashed to his hands as the world seemed to shimmer around hiom,. Figure lurched in the fog, hands outstretched. Dimly, Horace heard someone calling him - was that Jan? He blinked and saw white teeth gleaming in an unnatural smile. His hand shot out and he nicked it in the shoulder, only to have the figure collapse, no, deflate, more noxious gas streaming out from each orifice. He coughed, gagged, retched and fell to his knees as his vision swam.
"There's ******** things in the fog!" Hauling himself to his feet, he booked it over to where Jan and America were just in time to see Jan (or something that look ed vaguely like Jan) defend America. Everything was distorted, like looking through thick, bubbled glass. His head spun a moment before he pinched himself.
Hp: 32
Dmg: 1
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
10, 4
Total: 14 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 1:31 pm
Lawrence was a short, slight figure of slashing blades and while Peyton wouldn't appreciate the comparison, it did make working with him more easy and natural than most would expect. It also couldn't be denied that the man could be both accommodating and adaptable. Shame about the rest of him, America thought almost absently, her focus already fixed on a shambling group of figures.
Stryker shot past Lawr and directly into the enemy with satisfying force. Calling out to Horace she commanded, "Heal up regular and don't test the limit of that shield. Fall back if it's about to give!"
Hp: 58
Dmg: 8
Charge: 1/3
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Baneful rolled 1 8-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 5:42 pm
Lawr glanced back at Horace, concerned about the other man at least as much as it was possible for him to be concerned for another human being. He was an important resource, he wasn't about to let him flippantly die out here. He did not defend him despite this, not because he wanted to impress him (he actually was anticipating the man being slighted that he did not) but because statistically they had a greater chance of walking out of here intact if America had a defense. "Please be careful Horace, like she says, watch your shield, don't attack if you are risking your life."
Butch was having an absolute field day, so rarely able to flex his muscle that moments like this were to be thrived upon and treasured.
The pale man felt off kilter still thanks to the gas's effects, the strange shifting and shambling creatures distinctly unreal. Now and then he felt he could discern a face in the crowd that he recognized and that couldn't possibly be here.
He lashed out with a claw and seized the face of one of the creatures in his talons and clenched his hand, crunching what felt similar enough to human bone to be satisfying before throwing the figure into a group of others, leaving the way open for Stryker.
There was no space to downplay anything about his familiarity with abrupt violence or for that matter, to remember to don expressions.
HP:50/50
DEF: 7
Target: America
Charge: 2/3
BOSS HP: 91
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 5:49 pm
Horace slashed out again and the fog swirled around him, tendrils of it licking coldly up his calves. His fists only caught air and he stumbled, taking in a lungful of noxious fumes. Coughing, he fell back. "Keeping good track of my shield," he called out. Or at least Jannisari was. The Doctor kept a running commentary on his overall health and skill. Horace was becoming quite good at tuning her out.
Hp: 24
Dmg: zip
Charge: 1/3
Boss Hp: 91
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 7
Total: 13 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 6:29 pm
Everything was distorting, every word turning into a familiar sort of laughter. Sick with cruelty and hungry for violence, it was her own that she heard and maybe underneath, a man's soft pleading. Catching sight of Lawrence, expressionless and himself as much as he was capable of, was oddly grounding.
America struck again in a vicious arc, Stryker gleaming like a beacon even in the fog.
Hp: 57
Dmg: 7
Charge: 2/3
Boss HP: 84
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Baneful rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 1:55 am
Butch let out a strange and eerie sort of baying howl in his head as further gnawing teeth against the guard of his gauntlets flooded him with fear.
It felt surprisingly good, satisfying in a different way to anything else. The main downside was it was almost irresistible, the brutal restlessness that sometimes came over him pushed to its limit by the lurking and coiled fear coursing in his veins. He was not often pushed to recall anything, his past was set to the back of his thoughts, discarded and irrelevant. He did not have trauma, he did not have anything normally of more interest than anything else.
But the face he was sure he saw on the next creature he fended off was familiar.
They'd said why. Uncomprehending. They'd simply been in his way, he needed supplies and a car and they would do.
He backed up a little, wide eyed and manic looking mid defense. "...dead." he stated flatly before viciously shaking his head. No this was Russia. There was no way anyone or their body could get from Louisiana to Russia. He was hallucinating still.
HP:50/50
DEF: 2
Target: America
Charge: 3/3
BOSS HP:84
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 2:41 am
He could hear them, in the fog. The voices, mocking him, calling out with distorted, wide grins. They were shambling, half-right images of people - Darren, September, Gavin: who'd held the cigarette tip to his skin until the flesh bubbled up, dark ash staining it. They were America, Jan; and they were not. At his back, he knew Jan was defending her, pouring all of his energy into keeping their one full hunter alive, and it made sense. It really did. Of course he'd defend her, of course his eyes had followed her as she clambered up the ferris wheel, as she'd jogged off. There was a fire and an irritating brightness to her and Jan hated her and maybe he didn't.
Horace didn't particularly want to watch them work together - he could hear how seamlessly, efficiently they worked. It was just a job. Or maybe it wasn't. It didn't matter. He'd stay a bit apart and drain himself dry before retreating. He wasn't stupid enough to let himself be killed, if he could avoid it - but Horace knew he wasn't terribly useful for anything at all either. Jannisari was silent under the mocking voices in the fog and he swiped out, catching only an illusion, his breathing labored. He heard a voice mutter 'dead' and Horace thought it sounded like Jan, inflection-less, but the swirling mist also had a hundred voices. He did not turn around.
Hp: 16
Dmg: zip
Charge: 1/3
Boss Hp: 84
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 2:45 am
"Dead..."America turned at the word, flashing Lawr a grim, suspicious look. She had a memory for conversations, and right now a few dozen all about him were whispering in that fog. Most were her own. It should have been a struggle to turn her back to him and keep both her focus and her attack on the creatures in the fog. But there was an arrogance in America Jones, one that said he can ******** try but he can't hurt me, not ever again.
Hp: 51 Dmg: 8 Charge: 3/3 Boss HP: 76
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Baneful rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 5:03 am
Lawr did not particularly enjoy combat, at least not fair face to face combat. He did not savour physical exertion a great deal either, feeling that natural bodily functions such as sweat and the flush of blood about the cheeks were imperfect and all too telling of human weakness. The times in his life where he'd found himself pushed to his physical limit had almost uniformly been times when he'd found himself rendered a beast or rather, a demon living moment to moment at the expense of others, mask set aside. Anything about his body that he could not strictly control was a weakness and a betrayal.
Another creature moved towards him, and there was a moment where he found himself lost in a mire of confusion, not sure which America was the one he should be defending. Logic broke down in the face of hallucination and whatever bearing he had on reality slowly began to lose its grip.
Butch barked and he tried to rely instead on scent, on seeking her scent out in the midst of the dilapidation, decay clinging fog and some other lingering and tinny smell he could not place. Even this failed him, too addled by the shifting visions before him to truly pick out one thing from the other.
There was something almost insect-like or at the very least primitive about the way he froze, looking from America to the congealed fog creature, claws splayed, their runes lit up bright white against the grey.
HP:50/50
DEF: 1
Target: America
Charge: 3/3
BOSS HP:76
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 9:12 am
There was the smell of cheap cigarettes (and he only smoked clove because at least the smell was different, even if the way the smoke lazily curled was the same), and something swiped across his throat and down his chest. He could feel the blood welling up, dripping down, and staining his sweater. Some unengaged part of his mind wondered how much Deus spent on cleaning. Horace cursed and quickly, he pulled out a flare, lit it in one smooth motion, and shoved the entire thing down the creature's throat. He hoped, somehow, that the light would attract other creatures and maybe get them off of their backs. A shove, and the thing was propelled back into the fog, leaving Horace standing there, gasping. {horace,} Jannisari's voice was muffled, struggling out under the incessant accusations, the sharper insults. And they were sharper because Horace knew they were all true. {go back, turn around. together you will be stronger.} {Yes, Doctor.} With halting steps, Horace turned and dodged his way closer to the other hunters - at least what he assumed them to be. Jan was almost the mist himself, white blending with white. And America was fire, the kind that bled into the edges of his vision and made everything swirl. He thought it was the, but they had been in the fog as well. He watched as Jan paused, stopped protecting as he had. s**t. And if it wasn't Jan, then Horace would deal with that, too. For now, he shouted to what he presumed was the other hunter. "Jan, what're you doing?" Hp: 8 Dmg: 8 Charge: 2/3 Boss Hp: 68
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lizbot rolled 10 4-sided dice:
3, 3, 3, 2, 4, 3, 1, 2, 3, 2
Total: 26 (10-40)
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 12:28 pm
Staring at Lawrence for a moment, knuckles white around Stryker's chain, America moved past him dismissively, seeking out a new target. One that wasn't supposed to be any ally. And then Horace was attacking with visible improvement, but the sight of blood caught her eye and the Moon considered how long the fight had lasted so far. How long she'd lasted as a trainee in similar. If it was Horace. Stryker's charge lit both weapon and fog in fiery, golden glow and she had a decision to make. A moment later, a fierce bird of flame shot up into the air and slammed into Horace, wreathing him in fire. America's healing ability was just as painful as an attack, but within moments the pain faded, leaving a renewed sense of life. Hp: 43 Healing Horace: 23 Charge: using Boss HP: 68
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Baneful rolled 9 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 3, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2
Total: 15 (9-36)
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 12:36 pm
Horace's voice draw Lawr's attention, making him look away from the twin America's directly at his fellow Death hunter, or at least, it seemed through him. There was something very hollow and blank about the blonde man's expression, as if there was nothing at all behind the eyes, looking as much like a zombie as any of the creatures that beset them. It did not last, he seemed to register the question slowly and blinked. "I am.."
He looked back to the Americas, unable to tell them apart now, aware only that one seemed to be aiming for Horace, and it was too late, there was fire and it seemed like it was just another thing the woman had managed to ruin.
He did not get angry in the same way other people did, there was no steady build of frustration and indignance, no rich adrenaline fuelled surge of loathing. But there was an awareness of things that stood in his way and which really logically should be removed.
And he did not understand hesitation. The moment the thought entered his head he leapt, charge cracking from his claws, directly at America's back, and might have connected if the creature, the real creature he had decided to snub hadn't felt jilted and knocked him clear out of the air mid-leap, sending him sprawling into a low wall with a thump and a string of Swedish words which were undoubtedly expletives.
HP:50/50
DEF: --
Target: America
Charge: 0/3 SS used
BOSS HP:68
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