Sin slid through, catching himself right next to the "Naruto" guy. Without time to deliberate, he picked up one of the many weapons that had spilled out of the bag.
"A pair of handguns?" He fiffled around with it, wondering if there would be a place to reload bullets -- accidentilly sending a laser shot into the wall next to him. It sizzled, a burning hole evident in the wall. "Oh..." Sin nodded wisely, realizing what it did.
"Man, that's so cool!" It was like in all those movies -- Sin scored the best.
The blue-haired teen watched as part of the monster dissolved, something seeming to ooze and drop from it. This was...
His eyes widened as something flashed in his mind. A memory? They were surrounded by... what he assumed were spiders. He himself was... trying to keep away from them? Why? Why didn't he fight them? Was it fear? Did he have a fear of spiders? Someone was calling out to him, and he lifted his head.
... her. It was that girl he had woken up beside. She was wearing a dress, some sort of bladed staff in hand. She was saying something, a look of concern on her face, but he couldn't make out what it was. But... if she was in his memories, that meant... he had known her at some point, and she him. Why couldn't he remember?
The sudden "clunk" startled him, and the teen turned his head towards the sound. ... weapons? Well, anything beat having a broomstick. The sooner this thing was down, the sooner he could look for that girl again. Reaching into the bag, he pulled out... bandages? Well, it looked it he'd need to be hanging onto that broom. :T
Dude, laser guns and grenades? Wherever they were, it sounded kinda awesome. And dangerous. But mostly cool. It was like they were in an action movie!
"Bombs away, dude!" Misty cheered the hooded guy, grinning as she overcame what nervousness she previously had and happily fired more lasers at the thing. In fact, rather than just simply spear it through, she tried to carve a laser-point heart into the mass of disgustingness.
Look, she took what fun she could get from this very, very weird situation.
Apparently whoever she was had to be good at guns. Or maybe she was just finding it very easy to "point and click" with a laser, as it were.
Either way, Misty couldn't help but cackle gleefully as she let off another blast of energy, feeling a little intoxicated on power herself. The writhing monster-thing, though, hit a little bit hard, and she found herself starting to pant.
"So, uh . . . anyone's memories getting triggered by this thing?"
Killer put the daggers to use, slashing and hacking determinedly against the mass. He had to look brave and powerful even when inside he was terrified and ultimately did not want this to be the end of him.
Killer pried one of his daggers from the 'flesh' and gave the melty... stuff... a glare before looking expectantly to Jordan, "Any plans Uni or just slice and dice and hope we're left standing last?"
Hoodie grinned widely at the girl who'd encouraged him. "Will do!" He gave her an enthusiastic thumbs up before pulling out another grenade.
The blast once again hurt him too, wincng but maintaining his attitude. Things were looking up after all.
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chiickadee rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-4)
Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 7:44 pm
Oh no. Oh no that thing was huge. Oh dear god.
Chel realized she'd made a terrible mistake coming to Deus Ex Machina in that moment. Well, she would have if she knew where this was. Instead she just thought she'd met with a terrible fate.
A handgun smacked against her foot and she jumped. s**t this was so not good. "Bluey?!" Bluey didn't respond.
HP: 30/30 DMG: --
Quote:
- If you roll a 2 you pick up what looks like a handgun that shoots lasers. Your attack modifier is now 2d10-6 but your HP is 30/30 (full recovered)
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kuropeco rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 9:41 pm
"We were at the casino with our fake IDs."
""I told ____ if he got enough money he owed me something for being so nice to him, so..."
His head hurt. He reached a hand up and rubbed his forehead before all hell broke lose. He dived forward, hands grappling for the nearest weapon, and his fingers touched cool something soft and gauze-like.
Bandages. He eyed them warily, almost a bit disappointed because it was not a proper weapon. His eyes flickered towards the girl with the reddish brown hair and he squinted at her, vaguely familiar in the chaos of the battle.
Ami blinked, watching the enormity erupt in front of her. That was ... well.
She instinctively backed up a few steps, but didn't make any noticeable sudden moves. Instead she was focused on the monstrosity in front of her. Should she attack it? Wait for everyone else to be obliterated?
Decisions decisions. What she could do for now was pick up the grenade that was flying towards her. That could be useful.
HP: 30/30 DMG: --
Quote:
- If you roll a 3 you pick up a grenade, wow, grenades. Your attack modifier is 2d12-6 but YOU TAKE HALF THE DAMAGE EQUAL TO YOUR DAMAGE DONE
Between the sirens and the things that were cute at first glance but then very clearly not cute the blonde girl was lost. Quite lost. Even when things seemed to calm down for half a second, she realized she was totally lost--
The food looked amazing, and she'd been more than happy to add more dessert to her pile. She gave a look of concern to the one who had offered the dessert, and a gentle pat on the shoulder. He was not well. She offered advice, then turned back to her own food and the rest of the conversation... She blinked. A memory? She'd recognized the guy beside her, who had given her his food. The one with the blue hair she'd--
Her thoughts were brought back to the room at hand when there was more monster. Clearly this was a monster. With tentacles and teeth. Her hand moved, a reflexive gesture she almost didn't notice. She felt naked somehow, alone. Yet she was clothed and surrounded by other folks... folks who were grabbing weapons and fighting the monster. Because if they didn't...they might very well die.
And that would be sad. She didn't want to die. Especially if she didn't know who she was. So she grabbed the nearest weapon she could, a little something that had come her direction. A grenade? That seemed...nice. And dangerous. And strange. Very strange.
All of this was strange.
The blonde girl found herself at a bit of a loss. She blamed the missing memories.
Grenade Get~ - If you roll a 3 you pick up a grenade, wow, grenades. Your attack modifier is 2d12-6 but YOU TAKE HALF THE DAMAGE EQUAL TO YOUR DAMAGE DONE
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