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Syusaki rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-12)
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 Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:05 pm
VERSUS ??? HP: -3 FINALLY/50
Just stone this creature to death.
Virus Counter: 1
HP: 50/50
Damage: 4
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:05 pm
"Lucky, wait!" But the life hunter had already sprinted up the newly opened pathway. It reeked of danger and of wrong choices but Shiloh didn't hesitate. "Whatever's there, it's important," he explained to Ian quickly, tugging his hand and the both of them after Lucky. "Whatever, whoever... If she's behind this..." "Lucky!" he yelled out, following the other hunter's shouts to find him. When he did finally see just who Lucky had found, Shiloh's eyes narrowed, his mouth a thin line. "Looks like another one of the living dead have arrived..."xlilwolfpard in case quinn wants to follow
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:05 pm
Otto was about to say something to Chance as he came up, glad to see him well. However, he looked back to the figure that had looked like Sam... She was looking straight at him. Was it really her? But he saw her die!!! Otto stared right back. Glaring heavily.
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Enoh Love rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:05 pm
Verses ??? : 1/50 [ courtyard ]Ripley decided that not trying was probably his best course of action. After all, so far, he was zero for two. He blamed the nausea, which racked his depth perception.
Quote: hunter: Ripley virus counter: 9 hp: 50 damage: 0
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:09 pm
Grey Dragon [Oliver - Dormitories] Do you remember where this glass came from, or what got broken?"
He sure was sounding really familiar.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:11 pm
Courtyard
Chel had barely scratched the surface of the creature when another hunter came in and took it out. Good. They didn't need more reckless violence amongst an already chaotic situation.
She found her way back to Jack, who had somehow procured a sword. The last time someone had been given a weapon by a voice in their head, it hadn't ended prettily.
"Leave him alone, would ya? We got s**t t'do," she spat to whatever voice was undoubtedly in his mind. "I'd get rid of the sword dude. Nothin' good can come of s**t you get for free from a voice in yer head." She'd picked up enough of his verbal conversation to know the general gist of what was happening.
Quote: Virus Counter: 6 HP: 50/50 Runics: Barrier Daggers, Torch
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:12 pm
[IN COURTYARD]
The voice was familiar. Familiar and yet not quite, but here and now it didn't matter, there was something in the tone that had already brought him to heel, another him sure but that other him was still there, still alive. He'd saved him that a version of him who had his s**t together might live on in some small way, preserved like his hoard. He tried to hold onto what he had and lived another life every single time he went to sleep and that other life was in abject fealty and devotion to a king.
Rep stopped attacking, he stopped as meekly as a lamb, as if there had never been any fight in him to begin with, Harrison wasn't here. His Harrison wasn't here with him. There had been no one to tell him to stop and in his heart, in the very core of who he was, he'd needed it.
All the anger that had been carrying him on the crest of a tsunami of energy and destruction ebbed away and he let the dagger fall to his side, reaching out instinctually for contact and comfort - unaware only he could see the figure. "I can't think." he said, and his voice cracked hopelessly. "I can't do this on my own. I can't... I just.. I can't. I need you... I needhim."
He shook his head, clenching his teeth as he fought back the edge of tears with anger instead. "I'm sorry. I'm trying." He didn't want to get killed here, he had made a ******** promise.
HP: 27/60
DMG: 1
Miss counter: 1/3
Runics: Improved Bandages (Bandages: Heal for a quarter of your total HP )
Runic Dagger
Melee Dice 2d6-6
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:15 pm
Even if Sherry told her not to, Mimi wouldn't have left regardless. It was dark, it was loud, and there wasn't anyone else she was familiar with here. Not that she had seen, anyways. She missed having Dae boss her around in her head, and it felt strange not having a second voice in her head.
She let out a squeak when Sherry pushed, but she did as told, keeping one hand on Sherry's coat, one hand clutching her own coat,and eyes darted about here and there, extremely alert.
Not alert enough though, as another girl ran into Felicia, making her jump, and then, Sherry was moving. What... what was she looking at? What was pretty?
Mimi turned to look, but there was nothing.
"S-Sherry-san, there's nothing there..."
Her eyes widened as Sherry reached out.
"S-Sherry-san, stop!"
She had no idea what Sherry was reaching for, but it was probably a trick. It must be a trick. She tugged on the hunter's coat and whimpered.
"Arrêtez, onegai!!"Quote: MimiLocation: Dorms Virus Counter: 2 HP: 40/40
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:20 pm
IAN - COURTYARDHe followed along behind Shiloh, not wanting to be left behind or leave his fiance alone. Ian cast a look back at Quinn, gesturing for him to come along as well, fingers laced through Shiloh's. He gave them a little squeeze, chest feeling tight as they slowed their steps.
Ian, sadly, had no idea who Shiloh was talking about.
"Who?" he asked, squinting up at the figure. "Is she a hunter?"Quote: Ian:Virus Counter: 7 HP: 50
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:24 pm
GALE - DORMSGale was feeling remarkably similar to Stormy in her frustrations; his inability to help at all weighed on him along with everything else, but he forced himself back to reality and away from regrets. Schooling his thoughts into something much more calm and quiet, he gave Abbi and her companion a nod in greeting.
"You two all right?" he asked. "It's not safe up here, we should get down to where everyone else is. There's more safety in numbers, I think."
He was probably echoing Nora a little, but being in the dormitory, with bodies everywhere, was a little nauseating. Gale reached for Stormy's hand again, seeking reassurance, and took a small breath.
"Have you run into anything else unusual up here?" he asked, and the winced. "I mean, besides the obvious."Quote: Gale:Virus Counter: 8 HP: 55
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Bittiface rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:29 pm
DORMSKiki awoke to alarms, and darkness and... looking out her window.. she saw vines. "Oh my God." She gasped as she held her blanket to her chest, her mind terrifyingly silent of Annabelle. "I have become Sleeping Beauty!" NOW HER PRINCE WOULD HAVE TO COME SAVE HER! "EDGAR!!!!" She squealed, laying back down and waiting for True Love's first kiss.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:29 pm
[ Dorms ]Upwards seemed the best course of action, there seemed be a plethora of activity from the sounds of it - and from the looks of those that were still passing them by to get up there. Milo pulled himself away from Noemi, releasing a little of his hold on her yet still kept a hand on her arm to help usher her towards the stairs. Finally.
"A bit, yah." Something that didn't seem to be going away; he had figured it was from little sleep and the sudden jolt to awareness but it seemed to be lingering. And since she mentioned it, maybe not just him. His head felt a little warm, kind of heavy too. But he would persist through it!
They were nearly to the top of the stairs when he heard it. "I'm here." Milo stopped short, "Koume." He blinked then looked back down at the red head in tow, "dude, Noemi-chan, I heard her, she seems okay!" As well as a weapon and voice inside his head could be. But she was there! A few of her common nicknames for him seemed to be missing but regardless, optimism levels raised a few levels and his smile grew.
Milo pulled out Koume's clip and attempted to summon her, as asked. (Power Ranger henshin poses included).pixie nyxie hahaha... haha.. so many pages went by e.e; Quote: HP: 50/50 Virus Counter: 4
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:30 pm
It let go? It let go!! Jacob tucked his injured arm close to his body, and pointed the shard of glass toward where the b*****d was sitting on the ceiling. "Hah, there's- there's more where that came from, ********!" he yelled at it, and then suddenly realized he was squeezing a piece of broken glass. Shaking with reaction, blood dripping, he opened his hand and let the piece fall out, face a silent picture of agony. There were deep gashes in the palm of his hand, and as he tried to lift his left hand to examine the damage, he felt bone grind against bone, and groaned, feeling his gorge rise at the sensation. "It broke my arm!" he whimpered, trying not to gag, as he curled around the broken limb. Aro's question managed to break through the shock, and Jacob whipped his head up to look at Aro with wild eyes, shoving his mangled limbs at him. "Does this look like nothing?!" he demanded, dripping blood all over Aro's clothes as he pushed the bitten limb towards him. He pointed with his left hand balled into a fist at the monster on the ceiling. "That thing just broke my arm! I- WE need to get out of here!" Even as he yelled at Aro hysterically, Jacob kept his eyes on the monster. He knew it was biding its time. He couldn't let it out of his sight! Quote: Virus Counter: 1 HP: 40/40 Quote: Its neck stretched and stretched and pulled forward, each and every bone on its distorted body cracking until it bit down on his arm. Immediately, it drew blood, and there was a horrible crack as it not just bit down on the arm but broke it entirely.
That part, the others could see. What was attacking, the others could not.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:34 pm
"I'm sure he's trying too." the figure wavered, their voice sounded slightly different know, and Rep knew without a doubt who this really was. "He is trying to protect you still. Remember what you promised. You promised to protect, and that means to protect yourself as well."
They paused, their form flickered, ebbed. The marking of Protection on Rep flared. For a moment there was just silence, the most gentle part of silence, the part after the storm, where there was just clear skies, where there was simply nothing.
They stayed for Rep just a little longer and then faded. OOC Rep now doesn't feel as much intense hatred for what has recently happened. It feels more distant, far away, as if looking at it through a scope. He feels understanding, but it doesn't hurt as badly
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:38 pm
Bittiface Otto stared right back. Glaring heavily.
"I have her."
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