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Huni Pi rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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 Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 11:34 am
((ooc: last post. Need to crash to bed))
The monster boil swerved easily out of Lizzy's line of sight. Sure he'd been missing since the first time but he never really expected to even be able to hit her. He was not adept with projectiles of any sort. At all. He preferred being up close and personal when he fought. It's not like he could just paint the gun itself and then use that to tag their opponents. Fun as that idea may be.
Should he suggest it to Riley? The helmet slid forward slightly, obscuring his vision. Nah. He probably shouldn't. It didn't seem likely she'd allow them to just bash each other. She had been very particular about safety.
At the spider demoness' retort, the tikbalang adjusted his hold on his weapon, resting the butt of the rifle against his shoulder, and squeezing the trigger. "Whatever y' say, Lizzy!" Petro was thoroughly surprised to find he'd managed another patch of paint to blossom on Lizzy. "Keep moving, Lizzy! If I can hit y', those NAP guy'll be able to hit y' too!"
((Hit target: 3
Missed target: a lot 8D
Hit: 1))
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Dragain rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 11:45 am
[NIGHT HUNI. <33]
"Oof!" The paintball had hit her on her arm, where there was already a bruise from an earlier attack by Riley. Determined not to let that memory affect her mood, she grinned at Petro, giving him a thumbs up; she was too out of breath to yell 'GOOD JOB', so the gesture would have to do.
Now to see if she could return the favor...
Missing again, she stopped running, holding up a hand in a 'stop' gesture at Petro as she panted. She had fun - as indicated by the grin on her face - but she didn't have the stamina to keep moving the way Petro was! Tilting her head at him, she shook her head, chuckling softly, "Time out for me!"
[Miss: 7
Hit: >_> ]
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Eight rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 12:07 pm
One second Junko was on top of the world, having so much fun shooting back and forth with Shehk, and the next she was being shot. Wh-what?! Where did this purple paint come from?! She stared at the splatter of purple on her chestplate, looked up and saw that it was Riley. She had lost it. O-oh dear.
And then suddenly Nuk was on the ground. Junko gasped, nodding to Shehk as she said she was going to go over there. Was he okay?! That..that jerk! Did that mean incubus guy do that? Junko pouted and looked down at her gun, looking around to make sure no one was looking. She wouldn't shoot Shehk while she was busy making sure Nuk was okay...
But she could shoot Altair...
Junko hummed and fiddled with the gun some, trying to recreate the moment she had shot herself in the face. She had to make it look like an accident.
POP!
Her eyes widened and stared toward the trio, waiting...and waiting...DAMNIT! It flew past him!
((Successful hits: 2))
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Smerdle rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 12:35 pm
West narrowed his eyes at Demi and his paint-slipping tactics, slowing down a little as he approached the spot where the younger boil had shot at the ground.
"Nice try," he muttered, taking aim from where he was standing and firing off another shot.
(( Misses: 2
Hits: 1, if 15 itself actually counts. i have no idea ))
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 12:45 pm
"Hurt him? HURT HIM? Are you kidding, I'm not gonna hurt him, I'm gonna KILL HIM!" Nuk replied to Riley in a seething tone, straightening up a little further and wincing a little in pain, looking around for the gun she'd offered. Hell yeah, that was one good thing that had come out of this -- DUAL WEILDING, JACKING YES!
His attention was momentarily swayed as he saw a paler, feminine figure start in his direction, his eyes lifting to whom he already knew to be his ghoulfriend. Upon her inquiry, he waved a hand dismissively, brushing off the soreness that was starting to gradually ebb, more interested in shooting Altair point-blank up the a** than his own injury. If this hadn't been personal before, it was personal now -- although Nuk wouldn't admit it, it was obvious the incubus was a hella good shot. There was no doubt in his mind that that shot to his junk was on purpose. "'m fine. Or I will be, as soon as that a*****e is writhing on the ground begging for me to stop."
Altair's words brought glowing amber eyes to the demon, his speech about the second gun prompting him to drop Riley's onto the grass next to him, hiking his own paintball gun higher.
"I don't need two guns to pound you into the dirt, incubus."
HITS: 2
MISSES: 2
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 12:47 pm
A new game was on. Partnering up. But Mot didn't really know anyone here. For now, he watched the others.
Until he saw Riley pass her gun to someone else.
Riley being such a stickler for "in the real game, you wont get away with such and such" she was being a little bit careless.
Welp. He didn't know anyone else, and the worst she could do was yell at him.
"Think fast, Boss." He called out, aiming a shot at the purple demoness.
((Hit: 1))
((Target: Riley))
"That's how you take perfect aim."
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Bloodlust Dante rolled 2 20-sided dice:
20, 15
Total: 35 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 12:51 pm
Nothing Demi could think of was working against the charging Demon, he wouldn't admit out loud that he was worried until he saw the splatter of paint against his sneaker and the sting that followed soon after.
He instantly regretted not wearing his boots today and went with flimsy sport sneakers."Ah! that stings you b*****d!" he gritted out before hobbling away to fire another shot at him and a shot against Riley who splattered his helmet in a splotch of purple, screw the tactics.
Aim and shoot were the only things he needed right now, as well as run.
Sadly, The hellhound didn't notice that his prized necklace fell from his neck, slipping off during his struggle to get as far away from West as he could.
((First shot was to West, Second was to Riley,
Hits: 2 [1 on West, 1 on Riley], Misses: 2 ))
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Smerdle rolled 1 20-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 1:12 pm
Punk. Kid.
That and a smattering of other, more colorful thoughts ran through West's head, but he didn't give voice to any of them. Instead he just shouted (yet again) as Demi's shot smacked into his thigh. He barreled forward with a bit of a limp and fired three shots, all of them going wide.
(( Misses: 3
Hits: 1 ))
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Bloodlust Dante rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 1:18 pm
Haha! Direct hit!
Demi would have loved to taunt west some more about him feeling blue or looking like an angry blueberry, but it looked like that shot didn't slow him down much to his own dismay. With a swing around the tree that came in front of their path, he fired two more shots at West as he ran past him. " Hope your good at sharp turns, and watch out for that tree!"
Sadly his shots all went wide, and hopefully it didn't spray blue paint in any critical places.
(hits: 2, Misses: 3)
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Leipir rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 1:18 pm
Altair hardly looked frightened by Nuk's claims that he'd murder him. The incubus glanced around as he heard Shehk approach, yelping as she slapped his a** right where the bruise from her paintball was forming, whipping a hand back to rub gingerly at the sore spot. He flipped up his visor and bared his teeth at the Pricolici, flicking out his forked tongue.
"Sweetheart, that was all for him, don't you worry," he all but purred, rolling his eyes when Nuk started talking s**t again. Clearly the demon didn't take his rival seriously.
Shrugging his shoulders, he flipped down his visor and lifted his own gun, jerking the barrel at Shehk to indicate she should step aside.
"Excuse us, miss. The boils are talking," he saluted her a little mockingly and adjusted his grip on the gun. He flinched as he heard that other shot whizz his way, glaring over at the offender. Oh, it was just a little ghoul. He'd take care of her... later.
"Come at me bro!" Altair goaded Nuk, shooting at his chest, already covered in Riley's paint.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 1:23 pm
He was following her. Jericho was following her. She could tell, he was - oh, no, wait, he was going inside. She visible took in a deep breath, and shook her head. Stopping by Christof, she pressed her hand against the top of his helmet.
No, everything is most certainly not all right. She responded, before leaning in and tilting his helmet up. Purple paint on a broken nose. She winced, and her voice quieted.
You should ask Malodore to take a look at that. And keep your visor on when you're out here.. preventing injuries like that is what the helmet is for.
She looked around for the plague doctor, perhaps just a little too desperately, but the slam of not one, but two paintballs to her back had her stumbling forward and dropping to her hands and knees instead. When she rolled to face her attackers, her eyes widened - those were some nice shots, boys. She murmured appreciatively. Was she mad they shot her? Absolutely not. In fact, the main reason she'd shot at everyone (though her shots had been so wild, certain people had been hit twice while some remained untouched - poor Astra!) was to give them a second target. She'd fully expected the backlash.
She just wished more people had actually managed to succeed. The grass was littered with paint - more paint than was on their bodies.
Fail.
Riley planted herself down on the grass and looked up at the sky for a moment, before deciding to call it.
Guns back in the cart. Everyone inside, please make sure you give your armor back to Christof before you leave. And remember, if you desire further practice at any time, you'll need to schedule a bit of time with Christof. That's it for this meeting, but feel free to hang around in the club all you want. Unless you're in N.A.P., since their meeting starts in a few minutes.
She called out all of this while lying down, which would look odd if someone was watching her while she spoke. Luckily, most people seemed preoccupied.
((OOC: Game and meeting are now both 'officially' over, brb while I tally up the final scores and prizes n stuff. But if you're not in N.A.P., you're free to RP in this thread as long as you want, because we don't *close* the club.
You're also free to make PRPs at this point while in the club (but don't use the field, N.A.P. needs it! If you do make any PRPs please link them in the Fitness Club main thread - located in Student Union! (Link is on the first post)
Thanks guys for making this RIDICULOUSLY SUCCESSFUL. More information on when the game is will be coming through PM soon!))
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 1:35 pm
Shehk grinned back at Altair; "Just getting under your skin a little, boy." she teased, wiggling her butt at him, but none the less shrugged and reneged to the request to get out of the way, just to be nailed in her own a** by the misfire from Junko, eeping a bit before looking over at Junko and laughing a bit.
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OW THAT HAD REALLY HURT. Shehk rubbed the offended spot a few times, before she jogged back to the other field she and Junko had been in.. at least until it seemed Riley was having them go in. Well boo!
"I think I need more target practice." Shehk mused, rubbing her butt one last time before following the instructions that were given, butting the gun in the instructed cart and peeling off her armor (her shirt tried to make a run for it with it, but she caught it before she flashed everybody), holding it under one arm and peeling off her helmet with the other hand.
Approaching Christof, she offered both items to the patchwork.
"Thank you, Christof. You're a dear to help out so much." she praised, ruffling his hair a bit before turning to wait on the skinwalker.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 1:37 pm
Being inside, Jericho was just listening for any signs that he would be needed again. That didn't seem to happen, as he mainly heard Riley call out for everyone to clean up the field. He didn't come back outside, not really finding a personal need to do so. Mainly he didn't want to be set off again and end up snapping something in half. Instead, he just started to remove his paintball armor to put away first.
Even with the armor, he still had a bunch of paint splattered all over the place. Urg. That was a little pathetic. Shaking his head to himself, he tossed off his shirt to try and get a better look seeing how there wasn't anyone else inside. It was going to be a pain to clean it. Perhaps he should just burn it later on.
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Nio Love generated a random number between
1 and 2 ...
2!
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 1:38 pm
((1 = Aksaja, 2 = Petro))
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 1:43 pm
To say Sammy was disapointed was an understatement, all her work to attempt and hit Altair had gone to nothing, every shot blocked by a random body, or flying wide in the chaos of trying to line a shot up. Her own armor spotted a few stray shots as well as those Siddie had placed on her to make sure no one thuoght they were gunning only for a third person. Easily she slipped the gears off passing it to the cart before glancing at the field.
"Crap were going to have a hard time even defeating a bunch of sleepy heads at this rate..." Turning back to the club room she marched towards the lockers.
"Anyone wana hit the sauna before we leave?" She glanced at Shehk, Siddie, Riley, even Junko with the offer.
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