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zeflamigo rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-12)
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 Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 2:04 pm
"Sh- shut up!" Vulpin yelled, grabbing his head. He was trying to think, didn't Forera see that? Nervous, he pushed his bangs out of his face. His sweaty hands made his hair all sticky and he felt disgusting. He really wish he had gotten a haircut before he left.
He reached out to the buttons with shaky hands. The door buzzed with another failure. Vulpin grunted. He wasn't getting anywhere with this. Maybe he wasn't good enough for this. Maybe someone else had to give it a try. A fresh set of eyes. As much as he didn't want it to come to this, he had to give it a shot.
Standing up, Vulpin turned to Forera and clenched his fists. "IF YOU THINK I'M SO STUPID, WHY DONT YOU ******** TRY?" He shouted. That should get her attention. And she wouldn't know how much he really actually wanted her help. Best of both worlds.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 2:41 pm
Lunear grunted as pain shot through him yet again. Why did he even bother with lowbloods? With helping this cause? Oh right.
He clicked his tongue recalling his own little logic. He was better. He should be the ruling caste, not them. He was born better. He was special. He was smart and cunning and he'd be the perfect leader because he was perfect. They should adore him, didn't they know that? Didn't they understand that?
"Hurry it up with that damn door, we don't have all night!"
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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quite uneventful rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 2:50 pm
Forera dealt 0 damage. His name?! Did he mean his own ******** name? Was he seriously speaking in third person?! She snarled and ran right up to Lune, eyes dangerously sharp. "SHUT. UP! You're aaaalllways talking about how YOUR blood color is BETTER and WHATEVER! That DOESN'T MATTER!" She exclaimed in anger, grabbing him by his collar-- a stark contrast of an extremely short girl with a tall guy who looked even taller with her height. She pulled his head closer and stared him down, anger piling up. "Calling me a PEASANT-- Saying your blood color is more important-- SHUT!!! UP!! IT'S NOT! It's JUST a <******** COLOR!" She snarled, shoving him away from her and rushing toward Vulpin.
She butt butted the younger kid, not hard but enough to shove him away, trying some random code in the thing and hoping it worked.
OF COURSE IT WOULDN'T. ********> 11 - 4 = 7 hp
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saedusk rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 3:04 pm
When the doors slid shut, it was too little too late to say he knew this would happen. Obviously Aprife had no idea the true outcome of their little jaunt was being corralled into one room with numerous other trolls and a horrifically ominous looking weapon that had already dealt massive damage to some of the ones who'd taken it on. Still, the lack of information had nagged at him since they started this, the lack of other trolls, the lack of direction. It felt more like playing a game than taking on a serious mission, but now it was crystal clear and glimmering in a polished metal shell before them that this was no playground and no time for making daisy chains. This was serious, completely, and Aprife was still cursing his lack of knowledge and wishing he'd urged them to turn back when something felt wrong earlier.
What was it, he wondered, that he was doing with his life? Collecting information, and it was fun, but to what end was he striving? Was there an end, was there a goal, a reason? He supposed with a quickness that right now wasn't the time to mull it over. If they wanted to get out of here alive, they'd have to fight, or they'd have to run. Zeffer stumbled back into him as he was choosing his move. "You okay, man?" he muttered, patting him shortly and affectionately on the arm, but now wasn't the time for longwinded comforts. "Don't worry, we got this." Even if he was't completely sure they did.
His blueblooded companion was already up and off again by the time he took one last, cursory look around. There were a few trolls already toying with the doors, and he had enough left in him after all those security bots to give this hunk of junk a try before he gave up and started pounding at the code pads, too.
Rushing forward, he flicked the tails of his scourge around one of the thinner looking pieces of an energy cannon, and when he tugged it back he heard a weak whine of metal, but nothing near enough to end the onslaught. That very same cannon turned right around on him. Hissing as the blast struck squarely into his shoulder, he darted away, trailing yellow behind him.
Aprife did 4 damage.
HP: 18 - 4 = 14
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 3:11 pm
Lunear was by nature, not a good leader. He wasn't even a good flarper. He was good at keeping himself barely out of danger, of barely making it and then faking it. Ego masking insecurity, driving him to rise above what he was, what he could be, would be, chained to his caste and their lot. Being born superior was fine, but to never be able to go above when he knew he could, when others could? That was annoying. He was one who wanted to see the system changed not just for his own ends but for others. How many higher bloods were fools and full of faults? How many were stupid while their lessers toiled and did things with their minds that could only be dreamed of by those so called higher. He was there because he wanted to become better, to become more. And yet, as she screamed him, making him want to lash out, scream back? He couldn't. He was vaguely aware of the pain that went lancing through him, the feeling of something wet and warm sliding down his front. He was also aware he was falling down, forward, like all his strength had just been pulled out of him. Lunear did realize he was dying, even as his body hit the ground. All he could think was a witty retort he wasn't able to say. They were peasants, because somebody like him had to look out for them. After all who else would? [DEAD AT -2]
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 3:43 pm
As you feel the last of your fighting strength leave you, the lights targeting you suddenly shift to green. With a loud buzz, similar to the first alarm, the huge machine swings itself around and a giant door opens in it's front. Out of it shoots a net, hitting you with unerring accuracy. Wrapping around you and tripping you, it is sharply pulled backwards into the gaping door in the machine which slams shut behind. Everything goes dark. Your troll has been captured! Feel free to roleplay their last moments before being dragged in, then wait for future updates.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 4:12 pm
Lunear didn't even struggle. Aware that yeah something had happened, and yes, he was being moved, he managed to crack open his eye enough to see that oh would you look at that being dragged away from the others.
And oh wow he was in a net.
Lovely.
He didn't even bother cussing the others out, or even trying of chide or encourage them. He just sighed heavily and figured it'll be over.
Sooner or later.
SIGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
[MYSTERY ZONE]
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kamileunaire rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 4:32 pm
"Yeah. It's okay." Zeffer was already panting, his brilliant eyes unfocused, and almost uncharacteristically angry. How could anyone have known that this was what they would find once they reached the innermost parts of the compound? A cursory glance cast around the room confirmed that the device they had come to seek, the wonderful weather controlling machine that he had so longed to get his filthy hands on, was not there. There wasn't even any other machinery to destroy, as outlined by the rebel mission objectives.
Zeffer could only wonder which party had screwed them over. Had the government seen them coming? Had they really spent all that time laying out such an intricate trap? Or had the rebel leaders sent them to the wrong place entirely? He tried to offer a pained grin to Aprife, who he was still intent on protecting. They would come out alright with only a few new scars to show for it. That was what always happened, after all...
"We just gotta find its weak spot, is all!" Zeffer growled, as he slammed forward again to crack his batons against its glowing red eye. He was soon rewarded with swift retribution as the damnable machine clipped him with another blast from a smaller cannon.
zeffer did 6(+1)= 7 damage
zeffer's hp: 13-3=10hp
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saedusk rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 4:52 pm
It was reassuring to see his companion so ready to continue the assault, even as Aprife momentarily favored his bloodied shoulder. He could use either hand and there was great benefit in that, but his right was definitely stronger, so the injured left could be spared and he still felt like he might have a chance to do some damage. "Right! Try as many places as you can!" Swinging his weapon back, he charged after Zeffer, though he was halted a second later as he caught a net in his gaze and his head whipped around to follow it. In mere moments, a fallen troll had been swept away, and even though Aprife didn't recognize him personally, it still sent a worried charge through his gut. This wasn't good. This wasn't good, but what could be done? Focus, fight, there were trolls trying the doors already and getting no where. They didn't have enough information. Focus, fight.
So he did. He ran forward in time to see Zeffer attack, only to be repelled by a counter. Aprife knew when he swung his scourge into one of the recesses, seeking out any weaknesses within the hardened shell, that he'd probably be struck back, too. As soon as he made contact, he tried to duck away, and though the beam that shot out after him missed most of his person, it struck his foot and sent him toppling down harshly onto his injured shoulder. It stung bad, but there wasn't time to falter. He got up and ran off before it fired at him again, calling out to Zeffer to see how he was fairing.
Aprife did 2 damage.
HP: 14 - 1 = 13
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kamileunaire rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 5:14 pm
Zeffer did not bother to respond again, interested only in beating down their foe. He was so preoccupied that he didn't even notice that someone had been captured in a net. After a short recovering period from the counterattack, he moved to strike again.
An attack that would have been just as savage as the one before it was instead pre-emptively repelled; the blueblood howled with rage as one of the beams struck his hand, sending his baton flying into the crowd. It was a rage-inducing moment that almost had him chasing after the lost thing, shoving several troll aside before it disappeared amongst a sea of struggling ********>" He snarled, knowing that he wouldn't be getting it back, not when the room was gripped by the chaos it was in. Nursing his burnt hand, he retreated for a moment as well, still looking for his lost weapon despite the odds of finding it again. "<******** thing got me on the hand." He griped to Aprife, panting heavily and readying himself mentally for yet another attack.
zeffer does 0 damage
zeffer hp: 10
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saedusk rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 5:48 pm
Still stumbling away after his own assault, Aprife swore he could hear Zeffer's voice and his rage even over the loud clashing of the crowd and the sound of battle roaring on and on. Maybe that voice was just so familiar he could catch it without trying, or maybe he was imagining things, but when his gaze shot back he could only see other, unfamiliar rebellion members and the sight of something starkly black crashing down from overhead. It took a bit of struggling, but he was able to body his way over to it, scooping it up after it was kicked around only once or twice by the blindingly pulsating masses. Zeffer's stun baton, s**t, he couldn't remember if the blueblood even had both of them. He would, wouldn't he? Either way, there was an intense drive to return it to him before something bad happened.
It took some effort, but he was back through the short end of the crowd, gasping as he found a momentary reprieve. It only took a couple looks before he saw that obvious mohawk and the tall, barbed horns. "Zeff!" He sped his way over as fast as he could. "I got your baton." As he went to slap it into the blueblood's hand, he caught info and saw the injury, stopping fast. "s**t, but at least you still got the other one." For a second he scooped Zeffer's hand into his own, looking it over. "This thing is ******** tough..." It was and it worried him.
Aprife did 0 damage.
HP: 13 - 0 = 13
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kamileunaire rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 5:54 pm
The blueblood had been driven back slightly by other fighters who were eager to attack, to get the mechanical monster to stop. Already things were becoming a haze, literally and figuratively. The blows from the energy blasts had filled the room with the intensely unpleasant smell of burnt clothing and flesh, and on top of the sweat and blood the confined space in which they were being forced to fight was beginning to become unbearable. Zeffer wanted it to be as easily taken out as the stupid little security bots. Surely there was something, a soft spot, an off button, or a self destruct, that could be hit to dispatch their enemy...
Zeffer was pulled from his thoughts as Aprife's voice reached him over the crowds. He shoved through until he reached his friend's side, and his eyes lit up at the sight of his lost weapon. "You're ********' brilliant man, as always." For a split second he felt his good humor return, because where would he be without that yellow ********? "It's all good, just a little burn. I can fix it...." He snatched the baton away and quickly set about tying it to his injured hand with a small roll of sticky bandage he'd had in his pocket for just such an occasion.
"Y'know what though? Where the ******** is Legs??" He asked, craning his head up to look around sheepishly. In the excitement of the beginning of the battle, he had lost track of their tealblooded teammate entirely.
zeffer did 0 damage
zeffers hp: 10
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saedusk rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 7:05 pm
There wasn't much time to stand around, at least they really shouldn't for too long, but it felt almost nice to stop worrying about attacking for a second to get things back on track with his teammate. "I do what I can," he returned with a grin, watching as Zeffer shortly patched himself up, before mention of their remaining teammate had his eyes shooting open and his head whipping around. He thought for sure they'd just run into her the same way Zeffer had stumbled back into him earlier. Aprife hadn't caught even a glimpse of the tealblood, though, and suddenly he was worrying. What if she'd been captured, too?
"s**t, I dunno, I haven't seen her." Looking back to the blueblood, his eyes narrowed. "I'm gonna try and find her. Let's try and meet back up soon." With that, he gave a quick nod and bolted off. He was sure he could yell loud enough to get his friend's attention if he ended up finding Byakko.
Aprife did 0 damage.
HP: 13 - 0 = 13
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kamileunaire rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 7:06 pm
"Right, good luck, dude. I'll yell if I run into her before you do." He called, his lip upturning in pain as he worked to wrap his hand, and then wrap the baton onto it. It was a small roll, unfortunately, but enough to do the job. Squeezing around the weapon made him inhale sharply, but he was no stranger to pain, and it wouldn't matter for long.
zeffer did 0 damage
zeffer's hp: 10
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quite uneventful rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 8:40 pm
Forera dealt 0 damage. Forera turned around the instant Lunear was taken, letting out a loud scream. ********, ********, <********>— OF COURSE this had to happen when Forera FIRST tried for the ******** rebels. This was dangerous on so many levels, and now, with Lune gone... s**t. She looked toward the two kids left in her care, grabbing Anguis and shoving him behind her. "Stay back, Anguis— VULPIN, cover me!" She exclaimed, still mashing many buttons in an effort to get out. No dice... DAMNIT!
HP: 11 - 4 = 7 hp
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