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Carhop Cavalier rolled 8 4-sided dice:
3, 2, 2, 1, 3, 3, 2, 3
Total: 19 (8-32)
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 Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:59 am
No. Nothing was alright. None of this was right whatsoever.
It was wrong. The spell had been shattered by Red, the true vigilante. The woman who took things into her own hands; Radoch's secret role model. He would never say that he looked up to her publicly, but he always made sure to remind himself of his partial idol when he was alone. She charged in, and broke their chains.
He needed to break something as well. The Reaper's face would do nicely.
"OI! PISS OFF OUR HOME, WILL YA?" He bleated in complete rage, snorting and pawing the ground with his feet. Golden FEAR made its way around his horns, warping and enlarging them to a fearsome size.
A courageous bleat and a charge, followed by a leap that, if the hit stuck, would result in four massive horns smashing into whatever part of the Reaper they found.
HP: 50/50
Dmg: 15
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Roxy_roxanna2 rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 2
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 9:08 am
Tosel knew that they had to fight, it was one thing to not want to take up a fight senselessly, but this was survival. If he had been wiser he might have tried to flee, but he was not wise all his knowledge had come from books and so he could recite but understanding had yet to fully reach him. The distinction was one that he might never get the chance to learn. He moved in to attack, but other than the hefty weightlifting of old dusty tomes, Tosel was in rather poor shape to fight a battle. His attack was a weak kitten scratch compared to what he ought to be capable of.
HP: 50
Damage Done: 4
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 9:34 am
"Aw, spookie, we're not going to die - we're not," Moira insisted, though she did start inching away from him. "Um. But. Your hair. Your hair is. It's on fire. Norvie your hair is on fire."Despite Moira's firm inner conviction in her own chances of survival, it was quite clear that her body's sheer undead instinct was that she just might die. From the fire in Norvie's hair. The 'true' threat had taken a dim second in her mind.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 9:43 am
"I... what? Oh! Sh-shoot-" broken from his moment, he lost his train of thought and promptly settled on trying to smack the flames out with a groan. Fear attacks were over rated.
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Dragain rolled 10 4-sided dice:
2, 2, 4, 4, 3, 1, 2, 3, 3, 2
Total: 26 (10-40)
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 10:12 am
Westhor cheered at Macthor when his attack actually hit its target; while he loved being struck by lightning, he had been hit by Macthor's lightning Fear before - 9 out of 10 times, it had been a training accident - and it had hurt him... Which meant that it would probably be a shock that would be enough to scare this strange reaper away, right?
He really disliked fighting...
"You're so chill, bro," He let go on Tarot to hug his Macthor bro, glowing a little as he transferred some of his Fear into the other boil via electricity; there was a silly, but proud, smile on his face - he was being useful! He came here trying to help, hoping to make a small difference, and he did!
However, at hearing what Tarot had to say, he froze, eyes widening in surprise; he had heard of 'dates' before. It was when two people go out... To get to know each other better? Nobody had ever asked him out on a date before... Except his Thor bros, to go on 'gaming dates', even if everyone laughed at him and called him a 'noob' - not that he knew what it stood for, but they always seemed so angry whenever they called him that.
"I... I WOULD LOVE TO, TAROT SISTER!" He yelled, tiny sparks flying from his hair and skin, "YOU AND ME! A DATE! A DATE!" And probably Macthor, Akithor, and Arcana trailing after them.
HP: 50
Target: Macthor
Healed: 24
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Dragain rolled 8 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 3, 1, 3, 4, 2, 1
Total: 19 (8-32)
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 10:25 am
Malcolm had pretty much allowed Selene to do whatever she wanted, especially since they seemed to have snapped out of whatever 'trance' they were in; however, his body still felt tired, the effects of the net lingering. He had also spent a large amount of effort fighting... That feeling of nothingness from before, right before it was interrupted by Red.
Maybe that was why he failed to execute his Fear.
Spotting Quin, he fell back a bit, just enough to stand beside her, "Our date is still on, right?" He frowned; all that Westhor-Tarot talk on dates had reminded him of the date that had been postponed, "We'll go on that date tomorrow. Movie and dinner, both on me."
When Selene bumped into him, he held his arms up, grabbing her by the shoulders to help her keep her balance.
HP: 50
Damage: 0 because he is a fail
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Seussi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 5
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:06 am
And then suddenly, shouting. Red was shouting, an uplifting battle cry that almost rose Ashly up out of the fog. She nodded stupidly in agreement, taking a few shaking steps forward, just before the Reapers weapon was back in his hands, and the cobwebs that had shrouded her mind disappeared completely.
"Yesss." She rasped in agreement, her voice quiet and likely lost in the sudden cacophony of noises and shouts as the rest of the students began attacking, using their fears, using their fists, using whatever came naturally to them. Ashly's felt her own fear might not be useful in this situation. Too many students in an enclosed space, and should her smoke screen go awry, it might be more of a hindrance then a help. No, she would attack with other means.
Joining into the fray, she waited for an opportune moment to throw her own fists towards the 'enemy', growling in rage with lips pulled back from teeth.
HP:50
Damage: 8
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:21 pm
Quin was still shaking herself out of the stupor she had just been under, looking to Malcolm as he came to stand beside her. Emerald eyes regarded him for a moment as if uncertain. Had he really just asked? If the vampire had a pulse no doubt she would have been blushing but instead managed to smile warmly. " Aye, I'd like that." There were no jokes, no lead ons about what dinner would entail, just a simple agreement. " I look forward to it." Quin nodded. As Malcolm steadied Selene, Quin reached out a hand to grasp his arm. " Pick me up at seven, yeah? Don' be late. I'll wear something pretty fer ya." She promised. Quin didn't often wear dresses but a date with Malcolm warranted one in the least.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:21 pm
The cave itself rang with each strike, each shout, each hit, still pool waters rippling violently. This time, despite numbers, it was not just Defenders who lashed out, but everyone, unified by one single element.
They had survived, and they would win.
The first two attacks were easily avoided, the third a strong Fear charge that pushed the Reaper back a few steps. Their weapon was in their hands, humming loudly as it released an arc of blue, a shockwave that pushed some of the students back -
- But not nearly enough. If there was one lesson, it was not about attacking mindlessly together, it was about working together. There was no doubt now, like the first incident in the library, where the presence of the Reaper alone had chilled them all into a startling silence, where they were too scared to bare their fangs and claws and teeth. Where Red was just a Defender, not a leader.
Now, there was no doubt. They fought and their poured every essence of their Fear into it. Another clang as their weapon half-deflected a Fear attack, attempting to take the onslaught from all directions. In attempts to avoid an attack, they mis-stepped onto uneven footing, stumping forwards, just slightly-
- Just enough to take a Fear attack full on. Just enough to be pushed bodily backwards, to show signs of weakness. This Reaper was just like anyone else. They were not superior, they were not stronger, and they looked simply tired in their simple blue eyes as they continue to half-heartedly, almost sluggishly deflecting the remaining attacks, some with or without success, pushed further and further back, straight into the water.
A pause. Had it been enough? Droplets of red dripped down from the figure's body, tainting the pool just slightly. They sighed, raising their weapon-
- And then dropped it entirely, the scythe clattering lifelessly to the ground, still glowing softly.
The Reaper raised both weaponless hands into the air, a sign of defeat, a sign of deference. "I yield." That was it. Two simple words that turning everything around. Their weapon still lay on the ground, untouched. Their words echoed their tired expression. "It is done then, I understand and admire your wish to protect your school and everyone else. Perhaps my actions were not meant to be, not quite yet, or maybe it is simply my time. As the new guardians of this legacy, of this secret, regardless of how you want to share it, I my fate is of course, in your hands."
There was nothing mocking about the tone, it was simple and honest, and tired. They were done.
The students had won.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:53 pm
Vel may have missed, but she was not the only one fighting here. Almost all of them were striking at the reaper rather relentlessly. She cast a glance to Malcolm and Quin, smirking as she caught the bit on the date. Yes. They still needed to go on that. And they needed to know if Malcolm was a lost cause or not. The Raptor was about to attack once more, especially when she saw him raise his weapon, but held back as the guy dropped the scythe. She glanced down at it, then looked back to the reaper. They had harmed him. He was bleeding. At the same time, could this be more trickery? The figure sounded tired, and possibly sincere. But why didn't he just call away his weapon then instead of dropping it? Either way if he decided to strike, he'd just have to re-summon it. It felt like a victory, but something was still confusing the raptor. "What of our peers? Regardless of what we do with you, what happens to them?" she decided to ask. It was an important question she felt. Some were taken away in the forest for something mysterious. They needed to be defended as well.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:05 pm
d**k
d**k found himself likewise eying the reaper suspiciously. He passed a look towards Red, then to Vel, then back at Liam, eyes narrowing. d**k, for some reason, didn't actually believe him. It was like Vel said - they already had some of their numbers taken.
Truly, this did not feel like victory. Something felt wrong.
It was wrong. However, he did not need to bombard the reaper with questions - he would be getting enough. Instead, d**k kept himself at the ready to attack again if it was needed - if the reaper made a wrong move to try and take them by surprise.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:53 pm
The ghost was containing himself with the upmost composure. His fellow classmates fought on, but he just couldn't seem to execute his FEAR move properly. He heard the fast-paced inquiry of Tarot, turning his head slowly towards her as his bro had done. "Uh~" Akithor was stuck in a sort of jaw-drop expression for a moment. Westhor succeeded in getting a ghoul? With that tactic of making love? As far as he knew, his bro had never played those games before. Yet Westhor seemed to know something of how to score ghouls.Even when the fate of the school, or their very lives, was being questioned. "Princesses do sometimes marry their rescuers after you win." He might have been jumping the gun a bit presuming they'd win but- they... they did? He patted the two hugging bros, sighing with relief, but supporting their bromance move. "Yeah- might have to bring us with you a couple of times. But it's cool bro." "Tarot, take good care of our bro?" Looking at the ghoul, Akithor hoped all that he entailed in this request would be understood. His bro was a handful. As if the sparks weren't a beginning sign of what to expect from him. But he loved his bro.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 3:21 pm
Regardless of everything that had happened in the past few days, Melusine had always kept a placid and calm facade. Officially, it dropped here and now. Her fangs had taken the bite and now she thirsted for more, even if the more was just answers. With a ragged breath she looked around her, shoulders hunched forward as she eyed the remaining students. "Someone. Explain this. Where are the others?" But the fight was won the moment the Reaper dropped their weapon. It was over, whatever 'it' was, but Melusine was still stuck in battle mode. She'd only gotten one attack and was prepared for more. She certainly wasn't prepared for the yield. Her eyes followed the weapon that laid on the ground. "Someone get it away from him..." She mumbled, edging forward just in case no one else was brave enough to kick it from the Reaper's grasp. Just because he yielded didn't really mean he fully yielded. Though she wasn't brave enough to jump forward and snatch it away, she was at least gaining the courage to do it as she shuffled cautiously forward, her eyes poised on the Reaper the entire time.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 3:25 pm
Argyle didn't move to respond to Rengath. He made no indication that he meant to respond to the reaper. His eyes were wide, mouth slightly agape, and he was fixated on something in the reaper's direction.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 3:44 pm
"I smell a rat." The phoenix made sure to say loud enough so the reaper could hear, her eyes gaping at the man as he stood there. That was just...TOO easy. While some of the attacks were hitting, and he was bleeding... he seemed too, happy, about giving up. No... not happy, indifferent. Like he just did not care anymore.
For once? The bird had nothing to say. Instead she watched and waited, eyes narrowing. Still only trusting him as far as she could throw him.
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