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zeflamigo rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-12)
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 Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2016 6:57 pm
Vulpin attacks the packing bot!
HP: 3/20
DMG: 5
Manhandled by the bot again, Vulpin found themself once again covered in a mixture of awful and delightful bows. But they were intelligent enough to guard themself with a sheet of metal to avoid too much damage from the hot goo. The metal buckled under the heat, but it held, and Vulpin moved forward to press the goo back onto the bot and give it a taste of its own medicine.
Then a thought struck them. Why did they care about not destroying the robot? Sure it was an important part of the space race, but they didn't care about that from the beginning! Retrieving their daggers, Vulpin smirked, cutting a deep wound in the machine's tube arm. This was more their style.
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Gl!tch~ rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2016 6:59 pm
Reemus is attacking the Packing Bot!
DMG: 2 +1= 3
HP: 7/20
He developed a system: stay away from the bot and you won't get hurt, stay at the conveyor belts, dump your load, do it again. A basic process. Also kept him busy while being unable to actually punch anything. From the looks of it, some good punches would probably help. The thing sure liked taking shots at him anyway.
But he was used to taking big portions, and carrying a lot. His pockets, however, were getting a bit overtaxed. With a rip, one gave up entirely. Carefully collected bits and pieces spilled all over the floor.
It took Reemus a moment to figure out what exactly happened.
"Awwww...."
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purplerosesbeauty rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2016 7:02 pm
Eostre DiazziHP: 7/20 Having been helped by a few trolls now herself, Eostre was feeling a bit altruistic. Also, what was the point of storing along this brooch if she never used it? She identified the troll she'd raided with earlier among some of the combatants in the room, and went up to them. "You seem like you could use a pick-me-up,"she said, fiddling with her brooch to open it and reveal a small handful of white pills. "It's medicine. It'll make you feel better, as I imagine you aren't feeling too hot now," she said with a sly smile, looking them over. They looked about as well as she felt. Eostre dealt 2 damage to the packing bot.
Eostre uses her support A artifact on Vulpin! +10 HP
Kimbley Kitty* <3 i can edit this when you reply to make it fit better or w/e~ the main idea is she gives em some sweet af pills
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leon_a_darkangel rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2016 7:02 pm
Voscil is Attacking the Packing Bot
HP: 4/20
DMG: 3+1= 4 DMG
Item: Vos is using her Use Offensive Style A trinket 3-1= 2/3 Left
Seeing Eridia coming rush to her side was not something the troll had really expected. They had a strange friendship to say the least, it was extremely back and forth but the fact the other was willing to help her. The trinket pressed to her when activated didn't seemingly do all that terribly much but she did feel the refreshing feeling course through her. Shivering slightly she rubbed her neck almost shyly as she thanked the purple blood for her assistance...and that she owed her one.
Picking herself off the ground Voscil moved to strike down a droid, aiming to keep it away from the purpleblood as a thanks for her help.
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KitsuneAura rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2016 7:07 pm
Lorata attacks the packing bot again!
HP: 12/20
Damage: 7
The malfunctioning packing bot was apparently taking great offense to her ability to dodge and block its hastily assembled and folded cardboard missiles. Lorata had been doing a good job of it, playing the part of hero as best she could without actually head on attacking the machine itself, but her luck ran out. As she darted by, one of the machine's arms struck, hooking around her leg and slamming her onto the conveyor belt. Stunned by the sudden force, the seadweller had to force herself to breathe again, giving the machine more than enough time to settle a pretty little bow onto her head.
Finally coming to her senses, she pushed herself up and was jut about to roll off of the belt when it burped out a pile of hot goo right down her top. Screaming, she jumped up and away, clawing at her shirt. She had more outfits than this one, she would buy an exact copy of this one if she needed it, but what she needed more was the whatever this was off of her exoskeleton NOW. Stripping off her shirt and using it to try and get the goo off, she ran for cover.
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zeflamigo rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2016 7:08 pm
Vulpin attacks the packing bot!
HP: 9/20
DMG: 4
Vulpin took Eostre's medicine with an initial hint of fear. They were hardly acquaintances, could they trust her not to actually be delivering poison directly to their lips. Vulpin shuddered at the thought, but relented out of politeness. This was certainly not the time or place to kill a troll with poison, after all. There were much simpler times to do such a thing.
"You're too kind," Vulpin thanked the blueblood, taking the medicine dry. The coughed slightly, allowing themself a moment to recollect before charging back to fight the bot. Withdrawing their daggers, Vulpin left a nasty slash on the machine's control panel, dimming some of the lights. The orangeblood smiled at their success.
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leon_a_darkangel rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2016 7:10 pm
Voscil Uses her Offense Style A Trinket
DMG: 3
Item: 2/3 Charges Left
Remembering her old trinket she'd gotten way back during the Chittentown drought Voscil fired the thing up, giving it a few taps against her leg before the thing wound it's self-up firing off in quick succession a few bolts of energy aimed solely at the packing bot. While the trinket was fragile she at least figured this got some good use out of it besides a fancy ornate paper weight she supposed. Even her own psionic’s had a chance of missing, sometimes if she went to fast or couldn’t produce a decent enough shock. With these things they supposedly could never miss. Handy if you asked her Voscil smirked as she rubbed the back of her head, still sore from the earlier blow to her skull.
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KitsuneAura rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2016 7:10 pm
Lorata attacks the packing bot one last time!
HP: 7/20
Damage: 2
The cover she happened to duck behind luckily was also being used by some of the panicking scientists of the area. After a quick reminder of where her eyes were and a not so nice smile, she commandeered a lab coat off of one of them and took just long enough to half-button it before darting back into the fray. Unfortunately she'd been a bit hasty, and her heel slipped through a puddle of that awful liquid the machine kept spewing out. She yelped, tried to control her slide with her spear, but- A claw struck again, slapping a label across her face, and Lorata hit the floor.
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quite uneventful rolled 2 4-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-8)
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2016 7:16 pm
Quote: If you rolled a 3, you listen to the engineer and desperately jam slime-coated batteries and whatever else you can fit into your pockets and hands. Hauling your small pile of retrieved goods off somewhere safe, you realise your soaked clothes are now starting to sting a bit. Not good. Take 3 dmg. Austri dealt 3 damage to the Packing Bot.Soon after Austri was dazed out of commission from the extreme amount of flashing and lights, Austri came back from her mini punishment, Staglebro leading her in from her seat on his back. Unfortuntately, all was going to hell yet again. But, for a different reason! Apparently a packing bot malfunctioned and everyone was flipping their lids. Austri looked back and forth from all the trolls rushing to avoid getting hit and attacking back, finding it increasingly difficult to get from place to place without getting trampled on or hurt in some way. Okay, she was just slightly thankful Staglebro had come with!
HP: 40 - 3 = 36 HP
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zeflamigo rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2016 7:20 pm
Vulpin attacks the packing bot!HP: 6/20 DMG: 2 Pocketing even the slimy materials littering the floor, Vulpin shook off their glove hand when they noticed that the material was starting to burn through thanks to the slime. Vulpin reeled back with a gasp, furious that this volunteer act had wasted another good pair of gloves for them. Making those was expensive, they thought, grimacing at the idea of replacing them. Perhaps they could just take a few from Aandes instead. Spotting a little greenblood jumping from place to place, Vulpin called them out. "Hey, greenie!" They shouted at the child, motioning with their hands to try and get her attention. "Send one of those arms my way!" They suggested, preparing their daggers for a good slashing fight.
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quite uneventful rolled 2 4-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-8)
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2016 7:25 pm
Quote: If you rolled a 3, you listen to the engineer and desperately jam slime-coated batteries and whatever else you can fit into your pockets and hands. Hauling your small pile of retrieved goods off somewhere safe, you realise your soaked clothes are now starting to sting a bit. Not good. Take 3 dmg. Austri dealt 1 damage to the Packing Bot.At the sound of a hemoanon troll calling her over, Austri glanced at them with cutting eyes, feeling confused and frankly unsure how to help. She was baffled, really-- She based all interaction with other trolls on their blood color. Well, it was clear enough that they weren't a highblood-- Highbloods commanded. Never asked. This troll asked-- Er, suggested. Either a midblood or a lowblood. Austri figured helping couldn't hurt-- She needed to be appreciated by all the masses, right? "What'll you like~? A fresh breeze or a tornado of terror~!" She exclaimed, punching the air and ending up slamming it right into the packing bot with a sweet smile to the other troll. "How was that~?"
HP: 36 - 3 = 33 HP
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zeflamigo rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2016 7:26 pm
Vulpin attacks the packing bot!
HP: 3/20
DMG: 6
Tch, what a smug little greenblood. So comfortable in her powers. They were certain that troll life would soon teach the midblood some humility. But that was none of their business. The troll had helped, after all. "Thanks, kid!" Vulpin yelled, jumping off of a few panels to get closer to the bot. Leaping into the air, they swung at two of the arms that started to crash down after Austri's impressive gust of wind.
With two good slashes from their daggers, Vulpin cut down the bot's claws, preventing it from doing even more harm to the packaging facility. The hemoanonymous troll landed with a running landing, not attempting to show off in this state of... gooiness. They did, however, pocket their knifes and attempt to fix their hair to some sense of style.
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quite uneventful rolled 2 4-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-8)
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2016 7:47 pm
Quote: forgot to send it in so I'm just leaving this blank and -1 a roll from me today + take the damage Austri smiled eerily at the hemoanon, feeling her insides cringe from even the thought of hiding her blood color. Green was asucha lovely color after all. It was so much nicer than some murky old grey, or the tight leather the other troll had. Though she had to admit-- they looked rather fierce in their clothes, and seemed very... Sure of themselves? Somehow. It further cemented her thoughts of them being a midblood, like her.
Obviously. Only the powerful survived.
HP: 33 - 5 = 28 HP
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Melancholies rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2016 8:07 pm
Quote: SARCEL IS ATTACKING THE PACKING BOTHP: 18/20DMG DEALT: 3Invisibility (Novice Agi B): 1/1 Adept Artifact Defense Style A (Swhings): 3/4 USING ONCE BOSS HEALTH: 40 - 3 = 37If you rolled a 1, you misstep and slip in a puddle of steaming mystery liquid. It burns. You're sent sprawling comically across the factory floor, and right into the clutches of the bot's claws. It slaps a label across your face- hard- knocking you out momentarily. Take 5 dmg. To say she hadn't been at the front line of things lately was nothing short of a fact. It drove her crazy, actually, lingering behind the scenes when she should have been doing damage control, fraternizing with all the trolls that decided to turn up and so on. The Space Race was decidedly important; probably a lot more than any of the trolls here really realized.
Regardless, there had finally been a break in the hustle of things, and Sarce finally made it down to the core. This is where all the magic happened, through hard work, sweat and tears. She was all but ready to clap some trolls on the back, give everyone the good job, pitch in if she saw anything that needed help with (and boy, she was pretty sure there would be at this stage), but rather than that...
The bot was on the fritz, completely out of control, and basically falling apart from the number of individuals she saw attacking it. It was... pretty sad actually, knowing things rarely went right, but that was life. At least she expected this sort of bullshit. Better take care of this...
Except, as Sarcel took a step, she immediately found her balance slipping away. Granted, this was Sarcel ******** Cincil with the powerhouse legs, so she caught herself with a momentary 'did anybody see that?' glance. Probably should have been looking at the bot, since the label mechanism came barreling out of god-knows-where into her face.
What stung more? The wound? Her pride? The stars she was seeing? She ripped the label off her her face, face stoic, eyes full of a cold, dead sort of fury. ******** this. ******** her blurry vision and ******** this stupid asinine machine and the piss poor maintenance crew responsible for it. Hoping back to her feet after a moment of breathing, she charged off onto one of the many conveyor belts, grabbing what she could despite the acid sting of the chemicals.
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Melancholies rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2016 8:47 pm
Quote: SARCEL IS ATTACKING THE PACKING BOTHP: 15/20DMG DEALT: 5Invisibility (Novice Agi B): 1/1 Adept Artifact Defense Style A (Swhings): 3/4 BOSS HEALTH: 37 - 5 = 32If you rolled a 3, you listen to the engineer and desperately jam slime-coated batteries and whatever else you can fit into your pockets and hands. Hauling your small pile of retrieved goods off somewhere safe, you realise your soaked clothes are now starting to sting a bit. Not good. Take 3 dmg. Alright, so preventative maintenance crew aside, why exactly was this machine producing all this goddamn acid? Was it really a necessary component? What purpose did it serve? Maybe it was just a byproduct... either way, Alternia's technology was better than this surely. Someone was going to get an earful. Maybe. Probably? Sarcel was sort of the type to let things roll off her back, but this was just a disaster...
At least the sports bandages on her hands helped to prevent some of the sting, but they were soaked now and anything but comfortable. Despite that, the burn wasn't all bad once you got past the numbing pain. It heightened her senses, kicked in her adrenaline, pumped her into overdrive. Her arms weren't nearly as powerful as her legs yet, but she fought the strain as she grappled with more precious cargo.
she swore under her breath, dropping the goods off before she removed her wrappings into an unceremonious pile on the ground. She flexed her hands. They'd heal. There were more pressing things; like the number of trolls that were scrambling around hurt, and the sheer volume of supplies getting scalded and shredded. Back into the fray...
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