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Bittiface rolled 1 100-sided dice:
52
Total: 52 (1-100)
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 Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 3:08 am
Otto watched in silent terror as one by one, everyone was picked off. The barrier protecting himself and America seemed to be the only reason they were picked last. He kind of wished he'd thought of it first... and maybe gotten more people inside it. But that too didn't last. With little warning, the dead bodies grabbed him. He barely had time to gasp or even comprehend what was happening before he was pulled. Deep, deep into the sand. Otto struggled and fought against the pull, his eyes shut tight as sand enveloped his whole body. Bugs, dead bodies, and death by sand burial. It was not his day. He felt the terrifying bugs crawl over his skin, inside his clothes. He felt something drag him further down. Otto kicked, his dug upwards, his weapon much too big and cumbersome to use in this predicament. The ordeal went on far too long. The sand got lighter and he felt himself getting out. He was free for now, but not much longer. [[52 + 20 Full Hunter Bonus = 72]] Quote: - Rolling OVER 60. You fight the good fight, as you feel insects crawling around you, over you. You feel something trying to push you deeper but you fight, you fight blindly, perhaps with your weapon, perhaps with just your fists, you shovel piles and piles of sand as you try to find an opening, as you try to fight the sensation of being buried alive and smothered - - And are rewarded with are. You made it. You are alive. It wont be long until they come back, however.
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Eight rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 3:30 am
IGNORE THIS I JUST WOKE UP
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Eight rolled 1 100-sided dice:
89
Total: 89 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 3:31 am
Shoved under the sand, Candace almost panicked. Was Lance okay? Gale? Stormy? Dakota? No, she couldn't get stuck here. Candace had been through some s**t the past couple years and she refused to let a few bugs and sand be her end. No. ******** that. She kicked at anything she could, sand filled the little mask she had made from her scarf, and she tried not to shift her position so much she lost track of herself. It's just like being in the water, Candace. You totally dove in here from a cliff.
Her fingertips felt air.
Candace quickly pushed up, her hand waving in the air. When she finally resurfaced she gasped for breath and laid in the sand. After a minute she looked up, checking all around her for who else had made it...
89 + 20 Hunter Bonus = 109
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Saliru rolled 1 100-sided dice:
31
Total: 31 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 3:46 am
Rin fought tooth and nail. She fought as hard as she could. She could feel she was getting somewhere! Then something sharp seemed to jolt her back to reality as it pierced her remaining arm repeatedly. It was immobilized and traction immediately was lost as she slowly slid backwards. Her mind buzzing with agonizing pain until - nothing.
She was lost under the waves of sand and insect.
31 +10 = 41
Quote: Rolling 60 or under. You give a good fight, even as you feel the insects crawling around you, over you, you fight as long and hard as you can until something pricks your skin and then again and again. A sharp pain blossoms on your arm, leg, wherever you were pricked and then you pass out from intense pain.
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Bloodlust Dante rolled 1 100-sided dice:
77
Total: 77 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 3:56 am
(Rollin' before work time, go Leon go!)
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medigel rolled 2 100-sided dice:
25, 52
Total: 77 (2-200)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 7:02 am
(( 25 ))<******** this desert.
A stream of curses as he had been pulled under had solidified into one simple thought. Jack would have used even more colorful language, but being buried had a way of shifting his priorities.
Never before had he really been in a life threatening situation. There had been a few times back in the real world (the real world, hah!) where he had invited a little too much trouble, but nothing came close to the feeling of hundreds of insects crawling on him, pushing him down with malevolent intent. No amount of sarcasm or wit could deny them; his image was useless here, almost as useless as his attempts to get to the surface.
Owain, helplessly stuck in his mind, could only shout encouragement, wishing he could lend his own strength. But mental encouragement was nothing against the weight of the insects that pushed him down, down, down . . .
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(( 52 + 10 = 62, barely made it! ))
She woke up to the taste of red.
Her mind did not have the usual few seconds to try and collect itself; instead, everything came in a jumble, from the casual conversation to the yank on her leg to the rough darkness that clicked and clacked and forced its way inside--(and then so much empty space jumped in the span of a millisecond)--to that darkness once more. Panic did not simply settle in: it stampeded through her, invigorating her tired limbs with the need to get out, the need to survive. The taste of blood and something fouler added to it.
It was like drowning. And it was then Stormy realized that she wasn't so much afraid of swimming as she was afraid of being somewhere where she couldn't breathe. The sand crushed her from all directions as she clawed, kicked, swam, sputtering as she tried to wrench her scarf above her mouth. Was this even up? Was there an up? Her body screamed for air and she could barely manage it as the bugs, parasites swarmed.
And she grew angry. No, more than that, furious that yet again fate had deigned her to be damsel in distress, that worms could override all of her training up to this point and render it null and void. Stormy could see their faces now: Evan and Tuck giving I told you so looks (told her what, that she was still just a kid sister in the end?), Candace ruffling her hair (It happens to everyone sometime) (but she wanted to make it stop happening to her so much), Nevada giving her a tight hug and apologizing for not looking out for her (because clearly she couldn't do it herself), Gale giving a dry smile and a kiss to her hair (Found trouble again, Watson?) (another running gag, of course, haha, poor Stormy was in trouble), and a fleeting image of one Jack Hawthorn giving her a lazy smile that said far too much.
So she screamed. Her hands became talons that slashed through the sand, her feet kicking out like a wild horse, blindly seeking a way forward and refusing to give in. She was tired, so very tired of it, exhausted and angry--
She didn't realize she had broken the surface until she heard her own ragged breath coming in full, not in suffocating gasps. The trainee flopped to the side, drained, aching, dizzier than she thought possible, and for the moment quite limpid as she recovered from the ordeal.
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MoonKitsune rolled 1 100-sided dice:
49
Total: 49 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 7:57 am
49 + 10 = 59 (So close Melvin!)
He had been surprised when he was pulled under, enough to snap him temporarily from his groggy haze of drugs, and he pressed his manicured nails into the sand, clawing before he was dug under. In the depths of cold sand and colder hands, he had felt them move in. The feeling of small legs moving over skin, lips, tongue, before converging at his throat like a congested tunnel, clawing as he gagged, before entering.
There was nothing left in his mind until the eventual coughing as he gagged and forced out great mouthfuls of long centipedes that stuck in his throat, prompting him to cough more and more to force them out and into the sand all around him. They had no where to go, and lingered near his face before merging with the sand and the many moving bugs around him. He was in a giant whirlwind of legs and sand that tore at his skin and pierced his flesh, pressing deep stingers and foreign quill into him, puncturing through fabric and coiling around in and out of his clothes. They passed up his pants and coils around his inner thigh, moved against his belly and along his arm pit, brushing against his neck.
He had no recollection how he got here, but it was still a nightmare. A nightmare similar to the one that introduced him to this life of monsters, and seemed to be the one that would end it.
But that didn't mean he didn't fight, He clawed and pawed, and when that didn't pull him up, he summoned the one bug on his side - Saliva. He fired into the sand, causing heat to blast near his face and around him. The energy rounds sent bugs moving, and he tried to claw up, to the point where he felt his fingertips just brush the surface, where his hand pressed out in hopes of being grabbed. There had to be people there.
Where was Rin? Was she here in all of this? Above or under?
As he was dragged back down, his vision blurring and his body weak, when salvation did not come to grab and pull him out, he shot his arm out beside him. Out into the sand, wondering, somewhere there, if a familiar hand would reach him.
When a cold one grabbed him, when his vision faded and body relaxed, he liked to think that it was the one.
Then everything churned and he was swallowed into the dark.
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 100-sided dice:
69, 42
Total: 111 (2-200)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 9:47 am
Nevada (69 +10 Intermediate hunter Bonus):
Nevada hissed as she felt the insects crawl around her, surrounding her. Then she was gone underneath, her breath and space all taken from her in moments. The panic of being unable to do anything, to not be able to move of her own will instilled a survival instinct she never had before.
She refused to give in, he body thrashing like one would went forcibly held under water. her arms reached up, parting the sand and bugs away with a force that one could only have when their life was in danger.
When her hand felt air, it felt a solid enough grip on the sand to pull herself out. Every part of her pushed and pushed until she could take a gasp of air, of hot stifling air...better than sand.
She crawled the rest of her way up, somewhere between laughter and tears because ******** this place. ******** this Sahara. ******** Caelius. But most of all, ******** herself for not being smart enough to realize the s**t that could happen. She had grown accustomed to the safety of the Island, and this was a bitter reminder that outside was not as pleasing or safe.
"Stormy?" The first name, yet again was called out when she saw the girl a little further away, her mind went looking for the bugs...but there was no smile, no creepy look on Stormy's face. Tired, maybe angry but no creepy smile. She pushed herself up first, went to the girl, not saying a word as she held a hand out to pick her up. Her next goal was to move to safety.
The only thing she said to Stormy, with a grim look on her face was, "I hate bugs..."
Where was Shy...Jack and Ian? Finn and Gale. Abbi? Where was the small group of people that she knew at all. Dakota (42 +20 full hunter Bonus):
Dakota hand't realized he had been pulled down until he woke from whatever bug control they had on him covered in sand. The instant feeling of being smothered, of inability to move ran through a black fuzzed memory. He reached with his hands, shoveling sand away, holding what little breath he had left so that he didn't ingest the small minerals.
Chama urged, his hand touching something cool and metally.
A chain? He gripped it tight, using it to pull himself up. Breaking the surface with a large inhale of breath. The rest of him followed as he scrambled back out, looking up to the owner of the chain and blinking.
It was like seeing an angel of patriotism at the end of the sand tunnel.
"Wow Captain America." Was all he said to America before rolling on his back and wheezing. "Why do I feel like I was on fire?"
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kuropeco rolled 2 100-sided dice:
85, 67
Total: 152 (2-200)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 9:50 am
IAN He felt sick to his stomach.
The first sensation he had upon awakening was the nausea, rising like bile and ash in his throat. It clogged at his memories, clustered around his thoughts, making everything more confusing, more difficult to breathe. Across his body he felt the awful crawling sensation of things, of creatures crawling across his skin, and he nearly retched.
Or he would have, if he'd had any air to even breathe.
Ian struggled blindly, the panic in his throat nearly as bad as the slowly dawning fact that he was being pulled deeper and deeper into the hot, burning pool of sand. He had no recollection of how he had gotten here in the first place, but he remembered them and he remembered the pain -
One arm lashed out, Naomi's blade held tight, and desperation made him surge upwards, giving him a jolt of adrenaline -
- and then he could suddenly breathe and he inhaled huge, painful breaths of air that seared his lungs, but Ian didn't care because it was still breathing even if every part of him was screaming in pain. He pushed himself up, frantically kicking his legs, and then he was rolling over in the hot sand, his bare back and chest feeling as though it had been stripped raw.
Where was Finn? Where was Jack? Where was Shiloh?
It was hard to think, to breathe - GALE He hated the Sahara.
The thought was still running through Gale's head like a mantra, over and over and over again, his own screams still echoing through the haze as Lance was pulled under, and there was nothing he could do to stop it, nothing he could do to protect him -
- he was still screaming, yelling his throat raw as they surged towards him next, blood streaming down the side of his arm, and he thought he caught a glimpse of dark skin and familiar, reddish-brown hair before they reached him, before their clammy fingers grasped his arms and legs and pulled him down.
And then nothing but blackness.
Gale kicked out automatically, his lungs filling not with air, but with harsh, hot sand, and he coughed, his lungs aching, his throat feeling raw and reddened. He struggled to find something, anything to help maneuver himself upwards, but there was nothing to do, nothing to see except what felt like a solid wall of sand weighing him down.
His chest felt tight, burning with the effort of holding in what little air he had left.
He hated the Sahara.
Gale shifted, twisting, pushing upwards with whatever strength he had left. It wasn't much, but it was enough, and finally, finally he could feel himself moving upwards, inch by inch, step by step until his head broke the surface and there was air. Gale inhaled as much of it as he could, which included a mouthful of sand, and felt the nausea rise in his throat, heavy and thick.
This time he did not stop himself, stumbling and bending double, emptying out the contents of his stomach several feet away, on his knees in the sand. Hot, angry tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, though they were not from sadness, but from pain and frustration and the heat searing into his skin; an automatic, unwanted reaction.
He pressed a hand to his clammy forehead, feeling ill and weak as he turned around to look for any other survivors.
Stormy. Candace. Nevada. Lance.
The panic welled deep in his stomach, pitting against the nausea.
He hated the Sahara.
And it hated him.
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Marushii rolled 1 100-sided dice:
93
Total: 93 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 10:16 am
His skin prickled as the weight of several possessed hunters landed on him. Lance wiggled his weapon, cursing the angle. He couldn't get a good grip on it. His fingers curled as his weapon returned to her totem form, fists forming and raised as the possessed came towards him. There were too many. He could punch all he would like, but those hands pushed him down, down --
He closed his eyes as the gritty sand rushed past his finger and face along with the prickling of insects. This couldn't be it. He had faced down many things and overcame them. To be taken down by insects of all things made him grit his teeth. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He already had his last hurrah, even even that failed to kill him.
Hell. Lance couldn't let it end like this. The kids were counting on him, weren't they? There were fresh faces he didn't recognize, and those that were new... They were counting on him to get them out of this. He couldn't exactly tell them no and to deal with it themselves, could he? They needed to learn to believe in themselves, to count on themselves and each other.
He really, really wished Allan-taichou was here. He would summon his weapon and devastate the sands with one swipe. He would do the impossible with a grin on his face that made it seem like it wasn't a big deal.
And yet, what was stopping him from being like his hero, too?
Lance summoned his weapon and held it in both hands, sweeping the sand up and away from him. Allan wasn't here. He was. The kids would just have to make do, he reckoned.
He could feel the heat from the runes that burned across his weapon's surface. He could feel her singing, signaling. Lance didn't have to wait for life to push him along. He could take charge and burn his own path.
The Fear-Charge from his weapon gathered around him as he leaned back, using his elbow to strike back at a looming mass that lingered over his shoulder. Was it a creature? Insect? Rock? It didn't matter. His Fear activated and Lance was rocketed skyward, erupting from the sand in a fireball that fell quickly down upon the sand.
Lance bounced a couple of times before wheeling to a stop, smoking gently and knocking the shapeless shards of glass that formed off and away from him. "Hey," he coughed, "C'mon, everybody up. We need to regroup, we're not out of the thick of it yet."
Lance wheeled his way towards America, noting that the sun trainee appeared to be the only one (currently) on her feet. He breathed a quick sigh of relief upon spotting both Candace and Gale, for both personal reasons (he knew and cared for them) and for Deus reasons (two full hunters had yet to kick the bucket).
He reached up and pulled his scarf down, clearing his throat and trying to address those who were on the surface again. "I know it's hard but come on! On your feet, don't give those ******** a chance to pull you down again. Move and regroup over here, weapons out! Move, move!"
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AyeAvast rolled 1 100-sided dice:
62
Total: 62 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 10:33 am
A few more swings at the nasty bugs crawling closer meant a few big steps away from the sinking man who scolded her, but Abbi felt that was a little easier to ignore given the task currently underway. When the group moved as a whole, a quick fluid mass that attacked the person Abbi had just been actively trying to protect, she stopped. Violet eyes watched the group shove Lance down into the sand, then the blonde that was involved with Stormy. The world began to move as the group did and belatedly the teen realized it was she that was running, or at least trying to, her movements jerky and confused as she searched for a face to find refuge in. Each one was taken in turn until what she knew as the horizon moved up and the girl sunk below it, a multitude of hands pushing her down into the sand. A terrible wave of fear covered her in a hold tighter than the hands on her that won in the end, shoving her down hard enough that the pressure from a few hands became the weight of sand all around.
Getting caught in water was easy. One could just let a little air out of their mouth and see which way the bubbles went to determine up from down. But sand was different, Abbi couldn't even open her eyes and she wasn't sure if she had fallen head first into this new, terrible world or if she'd literally been shoved straight down. An odd noise permeated the layers of sound so clearly that it could only be the constant noise from Viveca, ricocheting between cheering and cursing her owner, a feeble hope that one of those would get the girl moving. None of it worked, of course, not when Abbi was already doing her best to get out.
Not that it would be any use, of course. She was a small girl with little muscle to speak of, the time she'd spent at Deus not enough to build the necessary skills to literally pull one's own weight. Besides, that dull roar of Viveca was being overshadowed by the strange vibration of worry somewhere near the girl's heart, panic that had kept itself in check simply because it would have been an indulgence back when there were real monsters to fight and people to protect. Now that it was just Abbi all alone in the sand, with no one to pretend she was saving and no one to save her, she could let herself get a little worked up before it all went black.
That odd vibration in her heart spread out through her veins to her fingertips that wiggled and pushed at the sand, forgetting that it was highly unlikely she would be able to pull herself out. But that panic was an instinct she wasn't used to, some odd and sudden need to move despite the crushing weight and to move fast, to not stop.
The previously unsummoned weapon chanted and cheered, promised a migraine that would last two weeks straight if they didn't get out of this mess and praised her partner when the sand began to move in bigger waves. It was silly to think that she was actually getting somewhere, but Abbi didn't cease until one hand shot straight up and felt nothing but air.
Everything was a whirlwind of frenzied sensation and panic fueled motion after that as Abbi tore her way up to freedom, gasping air once she breached the surface and coughing on the air the next second. Hands more like permanently bent excuses for claws pulled herself free only to give out underneath her as she dropped down onto the sand that had previously imprisoned her. Someone yelled instructions of a command nearby, oh! It was Lance oh good he was ok... But Abbi didn't want to bother with anything right now. She just wanted to lie here for a second and try to make her chest stop hurting so much and keep her hands from shaking so hard.
One thing at a time, and being alive was all she could handle for at least five seconds.
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Enoh Love rolled 1 100-sided dice:
74
Total: 74 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 10:47 am
And just like that, they moved like an actual swarm. The efforts of the possessed were now focused and determined, no longer playing but actively trying to win. It made escape seem less possible, and their hope for survival all the more bleak. Lance went down, then Gale, but Ripley didn't know either of these men; it wasn't until Finn was pulled under did he actually start to panic, and when they came for him he fought back as best as he could.
At some point he opened his mouth, but his plea for Abbi to run died on his lips as his head went under the sand. In a moment he was thankful that he still had the scarf around the lower half of his face: it prevented the sand from getting in right away, and it gave him the extra time he needed to struggle.
The sand constricted his chest and the bugs crawled around him, trying their best to keep him submerged. He fought, and twisted, and his lungs began to burn with the need for air. Just as he was starting to black out he felt his hand break the surface, and his new found glimpse of hope renewed his urge to survive. Ripley crawled his way out of the sand, throwing the scarf off of him the moment he could in order to get the big gulps of air that he so craved.
His shoulders shook as he coughed violently, for a moment on his hands and knees down against the sand. At someone's cry he was back on his feet, grabbing his scarf to tie around his mouth again; in that space of time and movement he saw Abbi on the ground in a daze. The relief of seeing her alive and above the sand was quickly squandered due to urgency. If she stayed down like that...they could grab her again.
He wasn't going to let that happen.
"Abbi. Get up." He half demanded and half urged, though he didn't wait for her response; he had already grabbed her to pull her against him, holding her tight in his arms for a moment. That moment was all he allowed himself before he picked her up bodily to bring her back to the others, hell bent on staying in a group.
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medigel rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 1:31 pm
It was cold outside. She gulped and coughed and practically swallowed the fresh air in a desperate ploy to fill herself with something other than sand and blood and bugs, writhing, wriggling, squirming--
Her mouth clamped shut and she quickly forced her limbs to work, tying the scarf around her mouth. Was that enough to keep them out? She could still feel them crawling inside of her, phantom insects that made her shudder visibly. Prying herself from the ground was intense labor after the burst of energy that had gotten her there, but she was managing even as someone came over. The sound of her name should of soothed her, but instead it felt like glass, cracked and sharp and ready to cut her again.
One of her palms throbbed from an unknown wound, sand crusting it over like a scab.
The someone-Nevada--offered her hand (or so she assumed, she didn't actually look directly at it). The anger came back in a short burst at the sight of it. Get up. And so rather than take her hand, Stormy summoned her weapon and jammed it in the sand--kill it, kill it, kill it--and used it as a prop to force herself up. With a wheeze the trainee struggled to her feet, her clothes sagging and inflating with how hard she was breathing (or, intermittently, coughing) as she leaned against it, waiting for the world to stop turning. Sweat and traces of blood plastered her hair to her head, and thankfully the blood she had coughed out earlier was (mostly) hidden by her scarf. Sand--Sand was practically embedded into her pores in some places.
Lance's orders rang in her ears and brought her to a semblance of clarity. She didn't even look at Nevada as she lurched towards Lance, didn't look for Gale, nor Miss Candace, nor Abbi, not until she proved she didn't need saving; her mind was on autopilot, stuck on the survival mentality she'd clung to down below. Not worthy? Not enough? Well, prove you weren't, then. Haggard and beaten, Stormy reached the division assistant and, with much difficulty and greater defiance, raised the greatsword to defend herself.
Orders. All she could do was follow orders right now because her mind was still buzzing with the sound of bugs and rushing sand, numbing her against breaking down entirely, and she was not weak, not helpless--
Her arms screamed their protest after the fight to reach the surface, trembling and weak; but her eyes blazed with a manic light, almost daring something to come at her again.
(( Defense: Herself for a puny 1 ))
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lizbot rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 1:42 pm
America gave Dakota a wry smile before give him a hand up so they could get over to Lance, "Well, that's because you were. One of the others thought it would help you, and it it kinda worked for awhile?"
At Lance's words, though, any smile dropped off her face, and the trainee hefted Stryker's ball in front of her.
Defending: Lance's chair for 5
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 3:58 pm
The insects were gone. All that remained was sand, and the notable loss of several co-Hunters. Defending Lance was only a grim distraction from the reality at hand, from the fact that they were stranded and they were vulnerable.
All was quiet.
Then the sand begin to sink. It pushed Hunters together, it rocked their fragile semblance of defense as the sand swirled and curled in on itself, churned all Hunters inside like mere objects viciously. The sand moved in waves, burying survivors again, pushing them against each other, against objects inside the sand, the remnants of tables, poles -
- Burnt pieces of bodies-
- And then from the maelstrom of the chaos emerged a strange black shape. It seemed like a monument of sorts. It was arced, resembling a portal. It was a beacon of hope, something different, something to pull them away from the pure instinct of desperate survival. The shape pulled out, longer, and longer, and even longer still as the sand swirled and shoved Hunters, as the sand revealed those who hadn't quite made it.
At last, it had shown its true form. OOC INSANITY TITAN (???) ATTACKBOSS HP: ???/ ??? ALL HUNTERS ARE NOW ON BOARD - Attacking this creature is quite difficult, despite its size. It's head alone easily towers above you and breaking it apart will only reconnect it again. Only CHARGED ATTACKED (Fear Attacks) can break through it! You must collect charges in order to attack it. (By attacking the conventional way) - This creature does - 10 auto damage a hit! When it has taken 5 charged attacks (post in OOC the total so far), it will scurry back into the sand again. - ALL HUNTERS ARE NOW ON BOARD. The ones who did NOT make it first pass start off with halved HP.
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