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Huni Pi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 2
Total: 11 (2-20)
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 Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 3:03 pm
Whatever she thought of Ruth, whatever insult or dismissive opinion she had for the Paranoia Agent, it washed off the blonde like water off a duck's back.
Pathetic? Perhaps. Maybe she was meant to be pathetic. Maybe being pathetic was her goal. Maybe she didn't actually want to escape this place. She would never admit to anything.
That was not the way Ruth worked. The swing hurt, the blade cut in deep. But that would never draw anything but the sharp gasp of breath. She never gave her parents the privilege of the sound of her voice. There was no way she would give this stranger the satisfaction.
HP: 1/60
Damage: 8
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kuropeco rolled 11 4-sided dice:
2, 2, 1, 4, 3, 1, 4, 1, 3, 4, 3
Total: 28 (11-44)
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 3:32 pm
The attack was deliberately, violently brutal, slashes and swings, one right after the other, until -
"You will never be stronger than us."
The laughter was echoing, echoing, echoing.
DMG: 26huni pi
gaia_star 3 turns have passed! Conditions are met!
gaia_star UPON DISSIPATION: Ruth spawns back here. You can post a quick respawn rp here, otherwise feel free to post a small "death solo" in this thread! When she respawns, she is at half her usual health.
gaia_star Go HERE and post SECRET BOSS LOOT as your claim. You will get one random secret boss clothing! Congrats!
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 3:45 pm
Dissipating didn't hurt this much. Not usually. Or did it and Ruth just couldn't remember? It wasn't often that she would ever put herself in harm's way. Escape was always a much more inviting option.
But hurt it did. Does. Beyond the surface of skin, past bone, down into her very FEAR core. It stopped just short of shattering her, the echoes of laughter reverberating through her very essence she thought she would fragment and the pieces would scatter into the fog.
No.
It was not a spoken word. But it was her voice. Ruth's voice. And with this one word, the reaper found herself pulling together. Blue eyes opened to blonde fringes of her bangs, her hair undone, dark glasses dangling on the cuff of her long sleeved shirt.
She sat up. Fog as far as the eye can see. Not a sign of that scythe-wielding hunter.
HP: 30/60
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