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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-24)
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 Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 11:13 am
Nearly losing her footing to the sudden lashing out of the tentacle that curled out from the creature's back, America only managed a brief strike. Taym's work kept her nearly unharmed and away from the temptation of using her healing charge. HP: 23 (after 9 def) Dmg: 3 Mob HP: 17
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Rejam rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 11:20 am
His capable defense was short-lived: this was not the place for the surest of footing, and with a spat curse he slipped and was suddenly confronted with the need to scramble to avoid getting his a** handed to him worse than it already was, with very effort to spare making sure that he was scrambling in a way advantageous to ********' hell. Holding a heal," he barked, refraining from adding a dire: if it works. Fiona bristled, but only a little. HP: 50 DEF: 4 CHG: 3/3
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 11:21 am
The girl's shrieks were positively bloodcurdling as she thrashed and twisted in the net, protesting in sobs that it burned her and she wanted out, pleading and begging the entire time.
The ice rink itself is deceptively quiet, but at either end of the changing area was a barricade that reaches the ceiling and the only approach to the corner is over the ice itself which is streaked with black viscous infected guts, mingled with vivid red blood. It is treacherous but walkable with care and has begun to melt in places. Someone has conveniently scrawled -
- on the ice using what appears to be a severed zombie limb and the available blood.
If they approach the barricaded area, it becomes apparent why Rep has chosen this particular area to hole up in, it seems that the maintenance and power rooms along with CCTV open onto the edge of the ice rink, the doors open at present and clearly where the Death hunter had been making his announcements from. Rep calls out to them, asks them to stop and wait as he makes his way over, cleated boots giving traction on the thin ice. He is absolutely covered from head to toe in the same mingled blood that is splattered across the area. Harrison, in the background is grimly finishing off a solitary infected which had gotten around the barricades.
"Hello there dears!" he says with an unfocused sort of cheer. "I'll take our little darling from here and make sure she is treated with the antidote, well done!" he does raise a brow. "You should let her out of the net though, those things are for like, fear creatures. You've made her a waffle!"
And then he cracks up. The laugh is as positive as he can make it, but it is not very effective. "She'll be fine, I assure you."
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nessy rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 11:22 am
Watching the way that Taym and America moved together was distracting. Not because they were poor at it. No, it was the exact opposite. It made Cami ache for the one who'd stood as shield for her before, remembering a time when she and her sweethearts had fought side by side together. At least she had her family and Taym was a good friend. It was something to remember. She was not alone. "This thing just won't DIE." It was a frustrated yell so that it carried over to the two assisting her. At least, this time, the arrow stuck in its chest rather than glancing the body. Quote: HP: 27/50 Charge: 3/3 DMG: 3+3=6 Enemy HP: 11/40 Sun Hunter Bonus: +3 Attack Ranged Bonus: x Attacks Spitter w/ no autodmg
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
10, 10
Total: 20 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 11:24 am
"Hold it!" America called back, finding an opportunity as the thing's limbs splayed out. Stryker's chains looped around neck and arms, tightening with a sudden force that separated limb from body. As it fell, America shot Cami a grin and thumbs up. "******** obnoxious ********, right?" Turning to Taym, she sighed, "Let's scout the area for civs 'fore you use that, some have been hiding 'round." HP: 17 (after 4 def) Dmg: 14 Mob HP: ded
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 1 8-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 11:32 am
"Thanks, doll," he said to the moon....er? Moon hunter. He hadn't met her before, but he appreciated the way she bustled around. "Sooner our shields go up, sooner we're back out there helping." He grabbed a rune, too, and grabbed Mik. HP: 25/40
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nessy rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 11:34 am
"Well then, let me help this along even more." Another rune but he'd gotten out of reach before she could quite reach. "s**t."
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prolixity rolled 8 4-sided dice:
4, 4, 1, 4, 3, 3, 4, 2
Total: 25 (8-32)
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 11:35 am
"Okay." Noah stood up, frowning a little in thought; Horace had said that he and Mik were probably doing all right, but Noah wasn't sure whether he or Al had been more badly hurt. Laz's shield felt thin, but it was always hard to tell just how thin. He had bandages, but saving them was a better idea, and if - no, when - they made it safely back to camp there were supplies there. MAKE UP YOUR MIND, Laz growled irritably, and the restlessness he radiated made Noah want to do something. "Okay," he said again, and moved to take Al's arm. "Healing incoming," he warned, and laid the flat of the cleaver's blade against Al's forearm. The white light of Laz's runes flared and dripped, chill and almost slippery-feeling, a liquidy sense of Fear sinking into the skin. Nothing jumped out at them on the way back, but Noah was tense and nervous all the way, checking dark corners and looking into stores as they passed. Several times he thought he saw movement, but it stilled, or perhaps it hadn't been there after all. He heard the sounds of fighting outside the tent as they slipped inside, and hoped a little tiredly that whoever it was would keep whoever it was from bursting in on the camp. Actually, he was a lot tired. "I'm just gonna, sit down for a minute," he said to nobody in particular. "I just gotta, I'll help in a minute, okay." HP: 14/40 Healing Al for: 21 Charge: 3/3Buffs: Extra item use: +1 use of runic item Melee weapon: Double damage against armoured type Items: x2 bandages
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 11:35 am
He turned first to deliver a thumbs-up in Cami's direction as well, and, even though he wasn't sure if the expression would carry, a "wanna tag along?" jerk of his chin that was woefully much the same as the "yeah thanks whatever" one he'd given Lina. Taym communicated largely in irritated gestures. "This is a ******** disaster," he said lowly to America, swinging Fiona by the antlered handguard around one finger, a nervous little movement. "Am I ******** understanding right that we're supposed to be delivering civs to Rep?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 11:35 am
Mik was glad to be back at camp and swore to himself that he was never going out there again, not even if he was promised all the chocolate in the world. He went to apologise to the woman who had mentioned needing a few extra bandages and was roundly scolded for wandering off on his own in the first place, an echo of what Horace had told him.
He was crestfallen and tragic, meandering around the camp when he found himself once more collared by the other hunter.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 11:40 am
Roland met Jordan's gaze and nodded moving to follow the group bringing up the rear. "Shu stay in back with me. Acego in front with Jordan and keep them in the middle like he said our weapons reach should keep anything back." He shifted Sylvia holding her tucked under one arm her blade pointed out to the side of the group.
"We need to make our way to the ice rink. How far are we?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 11:40 am
Forgetting her ribs for a moment Cami whooped and clapped for the impressive display that was America and Stryker. She did catch the jerk of his head which was acknowledged with a quickly-raised hand. "Two minutes. Give me two minutes." Already she could see clothing scattered around, clean and dry and not terrible quality. Stripping out of her things without ever once removing her boots the dark-haired archer was redressed again in four minutes. Enough time to jog back to catch up with the double Moon duo, bow slung across her back to maintain the charge of FEAR inside of it. Catching the tail-end of his incredulous question she looked to America for an answer as well. "I don't know anything about what's going on here other than reinforcement was needed. I just fought off a tentacle that was fifty feet long if anything." A hand touched her ribs lightly. "Gonna be a pretty blue and purple rainbow tomorrow."
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 12:01 pm
"Ah, sorry, thanks," he said to Lina. Horace kept an eye on Mikael as he thanked Lina. Maybe he could help out around base, if he didn't wander off again. He'd noticed him scoot off when they'd first arrived but at least that platinum blond hair was pretty easy to spot. He seemed... well, Horace thought he looked like a dejected kid, but maybe he was hurt more than Horace had thought. "Mikael, how's your shield? You feel ok?" Even if he was next-useless, there was more use to a fullly-shielded hunter. The life hunter had taken care of Al - Horace did not envy that. Noah had said it felt like a huge dog's tongue and this mission was already too squishy. But, he realized abruptly, no one had taken care of Noah. "Mik, stay put for a second." HP: 27/40
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 12:18 pm
[[forgot to roll :'D]]
Horace frowned and grabbed another rune out of a pack. He moved closer to Noah and tried to bolster up his shield a bit.
HP: 27/40
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and be blue rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 12:36 pm
The smell was gross, but the fact that Cain was collecting scraps was what made Lukas grimace, finally, and what made his blow a glancing scrape as opposed to something that did real damage. He couldn't help watching out of the corner of his eye, a shudder going down his spine. "Snack for later?" There was a bite behind it, though. It seemed, to him, a bit unnecessary, at this very moment... HP: 36/40 Charge: 2/3 DMG: 2 Boss HP: 23 Quote: Death Hunter: -1 from damage modifier. -6 is -5 Nimble weapons such as daggers and fists are very effective against SPEEDY type infected. Double damage against this type!
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