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 Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 6:07 pm
Not for the first time since arriving at the house, Herryk wished they were home. For some reason, the draugr figured everything would be much simpler once they were there. There wouldn't be boos floating around, there wouldn't be people milling around. It would just be Herryk and Freya and he could kiss her the way he really wanted to without worrying about her sister seeing them, or a boo sidling up to them.
But... they weren't at home, and they weren't alone.
At Freya's words, Herryk smiled into the kiss. He didn't get upset -- no, he was far too thankful that his spirited Freya had returned to him, even if there were pieces missing. He would help her remember the way she had once been.
"Let Herryk convince Freya," he murmured against her lips, once more deepening the kiss, his hand moving from its position on her chin to more fully cup her cheek, his fingers threading through the golden strands of hair near her ear.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 6:17 pm
Mot looked back to the screen again after fretting about Riyo. Wait, where was Lizzy? His eyes scanned the screen, searching. So many students in pain, Junko, for one... ugh. It made Mot feel very sick, watching someone burn alive.. someone he knew. A hand rose to meet his mouth, wincing at the grizzly scene unfold.
True, Red.. or whatever Red had become, claimed it's efforts were to save them. He was torn as to whether it was true. "She did..." Mot agreed to Hel in a strangled voice. It was hard not to feel sick. Poor Seiji. How was he even holding up with this?
Still, Mot continued to watch for any sign of Lizzy. So many friends were there, but many more missing. They would.. come here.. right?
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 6:18 pm
Mort was not at all opposed to the idea of friendship with Circe, he had just . . . overreacted. Her enthusiasm had felt so out of place after all he had experienced that, well, he had almost been adverse to the thought of acting normal. Though would it be so bad? He had already died . . . and there was popcorn everywhere. And a short plumber. And skellyvisions with live coverage of whatever was left of the students against the hunters and the big beast. And his newfound Nordic friends were about to make out by the looks of it.
Yeah. Normal.
"N-Not naughty, no no no," Mortimer insisted hastily. "Had good uniform on. Then fought ghosts who changed clothes on everyone - had pink dress, then had cookies. And then big fish came with minty water that washed away most of clothes." He still shuddered at the memory. Jack, he hated water, good smelling or not.
"A'fore that, snuck into tent past Hunters n' saw peoples in cages. Helped open cages, n' then helped FreyaAAAH get better." And indeed he said it with that half-emphasized diction; Mortimer was yet to know that she had not meant to say it like that, and that the draugr's yoinking into a massive hug from behind had startled her back then.
Speaking of, Herryk looked preeeeetty possessive. Mort gulped; he felt lucky to get away with just a friendly fist on the head if that was how he felt about her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 6:29 pm
Hel's kind words both comforting the boil and made everything just that much worst, he glanced between her and screen, and once again his jaw set, sharp teeth grinding together as he watched. "I know she will," he agreed, but his voice seemed a little strangled. "But until then.." Until she finally fell she would suffer. He knew that, it was glaringly obvious. His own death had been nice and easy compared to what he was witnessing on the screens. He'd been beaten and battered down a bit at a time, but nothing half so bad as what the others were going through. He couldn't even remember what had thrown the final blow, only waking up here. It was quick, simple, relatively painless. Same as the last fieldtrip, when he'd falling into the canyon. It had be terrifying, but only because he hadn't known he'd come back. Now, watching Junko, and Bul, and all the others, he had a sense of what it must have been like to watch way back then. Save them, that's what Red was doing? He didn't understand. "But they aren't that strong. They're all kids, like us." He frowned, regarding Mot was sad, puzzled eyes before letting his attention settle on the both of them. "What is she supposed to be saving them from?"  HP: 34/40 Action: ... Boss HP: No clue.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 6:30 pm
Circe didn't mind the reactions she often got from Mortimer most of the time. In fact she actually liked seeing the boil go through emotions bit by bit. While she was listening to Mortimer talk she could see the two love birds in the corner and tried her best not to shake her head. It was obvious the two were madly in love with each other, and to the point where it looked... Aggressive. Yes, definitely that.
With a smile she lightly brushed his arm. "I was kidding Mortimer. I know you're a good boy." She said, trying to reassure him that she was indeed kidding. After all Mortimer was her only friend here. "A big fish? Minty water?" Her head tilted slightly to the side in confusion. Was that even possible? After what she had been through, yes. At the notion that Mortimer helped Freya she frowned once more. "I'm glad you helped people. But, why her?" Circe said with emphasis on the her part. She didn't like the idea of Mortimer being friends with that girl. Although, it could just be because she was denied by the boil for some flirtation and the fact that she touched her Mort.
Deciding to change the mood a bit Circe laid her head gently on Mortimer's shoulder and looked up at him. "So have you had at least some fun in this place?" She asked curiously. It certainly didn't seem menacing.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 6:49 pm
Fun?
Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha-
Mort bobbed his head a little, though his smile was a bit . . . odd. "Kinda," was the easiest response he could think of, and as per usual was very simplified. "Tell later. Mort not think it over yet . . ." It couldn't be this easy, ending up in this nice little "hell" after a quick funeral pyre like he had. But until the next event came, the zombie was going to be as chill as possible.
Because waytoomuchfireohJack.
Deep breaths, deep breaths.
He did wonder at the reason behind Circe's frowning, and he blinked down at her while she rested her head on his shoulder. A little confused, Mort replied, "'Save her 'cause . . . she was close by? N' looked like she be sleeping. So Mort helped wake up."
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 6:49 pm
The haze of attacks was relentless; the Boo Buster yelped particularly as a small fluffy pup latched onto him. After the dog was removed, he cringed and hid behind his vacuum, using the thing as a shield. All the while, General Boolissimo raged within the collection device, his white form and the gleam of his medals just visible through the translucent stripe of 'window'. "FORM RANKS! TAKE HIM DOWN, SOLDIERS!"A pause. "MADAM, I SEE YOU'RE EQUIPPING HEAVY ARTILLERY. YOU TOO, SIR! EXCELLENT, EXCELLENT!"... Whatever that meant. Once the hail of attacks faded - signaled by sudden horrible singing and bizarre love confessions - the Boo Buster peered out from behind his vacuum. "THEY WARNED ME IT'D BE HARD," he boomed, fumbling under his hat with his free hand. "THAT'S WHY THEY GAVE ME THIS!" He pulled out a small egg-shaped device, glowing faintly. A few taps, and the glow intensified, along with a sense of growing tension and a whine that increased in volume every few seconds. "FEAR DISRUPTICATOR, GO!" FLASH!In an instant, the searing wave of the Disrupticator sliced through the room, causing everyone within to lose cohesion - it was a dramatically different feeling from being dissipated or dying, but it was still very odd, rather like being suddenly drunk. For a moment everyone hung there in a haze of FEAR particles. Then the walls glowed again, almost angrily this time, and every kinda-exploded being in the room was drawn back together again, according to the House's emergency contingency plan. There were too many of them, especially with the recent influx from Mysterious Other Places, so it settled on the most basic template known to it... Boos.Quote: OOC:Congratulations. You are now all in Boo-form. If you're playing a student, how you interpret your student's current appearance is up to you! (You can edit this lineart if you want to, even!) Your attack dice do not change; Y1 students please continue rolling 2d6 for your normal attacks. Speaking of which, this IS the start of a new round and you may attack once more! If you are a student entering for the first time after this point:
- you remain in your student form
- your HP is restored to full
- you MAY NOT use FEAR attacks in this battle! Faced with an entire room full of Boos, the Boo Buster looked highly confused for a moment. Then he grinned. "Now THAT'S what I like to see!" The vacuum revved, then choked off as General Boolissimo did something to it from the inside. "HEY!" "ATTACK, BOLD SQUADRONS!" the General screamed. Quote: BATTLE STATS:Boo Buster HP: ??? Damage Taken This Round: 71 Total Damage Taken: 103 Top Attacker This Round: Honor (9 damage)
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 6:49 pm
Until then…yeah, Hel could sympathize. Watching her friends still out there…and not being out there anymore as well, it was hard. Maybe…maybe if she had been stronger…
The reaper grimaced at this thought, before looking back over at Seiji. “…Oh…do not let looks fool you, friend…they are strong…terribly so.” Hel uttered this in a solemn tone, and then brought a finger up to point at one of the screens, directly at Caelius. “This false reaper with the scythe…unbelievably so. This false reaper went toe to toe with many, many students and…well…disabled them with ease…even without that weapon.” She paused. “…Yes, they are young…but every authoritative figure has been telling us to avoid them at all costs.” Hel withdrew her hand from the screen, clenching it into a fist.
She didn’t want to say it out loud. But they were weak. So, so weak in comparison to those false reapers, and then to make matters worse... she was now a Boo.
Hel was a boo.
Hel certainly wasn't happy now.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 6:58 pm
........ Roch couldn't get his balance. He plummeted towards the ground in his boo form, then started flipping over and over again, making himself promptly dizzy. "WHERE THE JACK ARE MY LEGS?" he bellowed once he regained his balance tentatively. He floated upwards slowly, the punk haired boo with piercings and a--a TOY guitar in one FINGERLESS hand. How the hell could he play his guitar with no fingers?? "What the hell did you do to Desiree?" he wailed as he held up the toy imitation of a guitar. It. Had. BUTTONS. SO wrong.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 7:00 pm
Freya was far, far too happy to let Herryk try to convince her to say yes. In fact, if they'd been allowed to kiss another minute longer, she would have been putty in his hands, saying yes to more than just being his ghoulfriend if he wanted it. Her hands clawed at his arms, trying to pull herself up closer into his kiss. It was all she wanted, all she could understand, all she could - why did his face feel so flat?
She pulled herself away, or rather, floated away, blinked up at Herryk, and marveled at how round he was.
Wait.
"... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIYA!"
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bobaTJ rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 7:01 pm
Taryn felt the terrible drunkenness of transformation, and one like she had never felt before. This was not a reversion into her natural form, this was something else, something terrible...
No legs. The first thing she realized was her lack of legs. Why was she so high up? Why did she feel so small? The ghoul looked down at herself and saw nothing. Invisibility?! She was--?!
Roch. By God, Roch, what had happened to him? He looked like one of those... those...
Taryn screamed, a high, keening noise built from rage and terror. Previously she couldn't care less about the Boo Buster, and it wasn't even the danger that made her change her mind. It was anger. She flew at the little Human, attempting to just bodyslam the hell out of him.
HP: 27
Action: ATTACK!
Damage: 2
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 7:05 pm
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 7:05 pm
Beejoux Seiji frowned as he listened, watching Hel point out the false reaper with the scythe, and his shoulders sagged a little. "When we faced them they didn't seem so terribly strong, but maybe.. " Maybe there just hadn't been time before they'd all disappeared. Finally he offered a defeated sort of nod, returning his gaze to the screen, and then nearly fell over when something crashed over all of them. He.. he was a Boo? Fuuuck This. Absolutely seething, the ghost turned towards the little man with his vacuum, and made a dive bomb for his head. "Change us back, Now!" HP: 34/40 Action: Attacking and pissed! Boss HP: No clue.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 7:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 7:09 pm
Willow had just popped into the house after very painful experience with the fire that red left off. "Oh jackin." When she reached the house she was standing there for only a moment when something else happened.
A lot of the others were turned to boo's. The tiger was clearly unhappy, her ears pinned back as she tried to turn around and look for the rest of her. "Not cool." She was worried for what would happen to her, she was looking around hoping Bul, Demi, Cady and Bea wasn't here....
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