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demon_pachabel rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-12)
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 Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 4:22 pm
Manda demon_pachabel Manda demon_pachabel Manda This damn deer ... had hurt him more by this point than the huge furry beast in the snow. BY SHEER JOY AND/OR STUPIDITY. GAH. Aksaja picked himself up and reached out to grab the thing's antlers, yanking at them. "JUST. GO. AWAY!" Aksaja's HP: 10
Damage Dealt: 1  The deer bleeted a bit as it's antlers were jerked on, staring at the demon wistfully. ... .... Was that a Disney Song playing in the background? (Hint: LITTLE MERMAID) HP: 3OKAY so that seemed to be working somewhat... thus, Aksaja kept right on yanking. Though it's stare hurt, he had to keep ... trying .... Aksaja's HP: 8
Damage Dealt: 1 (AGAIN FFFFF) The Deer bleeted again as it's antlers were yanked on, pawing the ground anxiously. At least the music was gone though. HP: 2Quite suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit the dragon, from all the damage he'd been dealt. Though it wasn't too bad, it enough to make his grip slip off the antlers... meaning he didn't accomplish anything for a moment. Ugh... why... wouldn't this thing... die... Aksaja's HP: 7
Damage Dealt: 0 ( ;dlfjas;dlfajsdfasdf ) The reindeer again unleashed the power of it's adoralasers in the form of an adoring stare. Good -god-. WHY WOULD IT NOT DIE?? HP: 2
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Bilious rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 4:22 pm
demon_pachabel Bilious demon_pachabel Bilious demon_pachabel Bilious As Malodore finished his examination, Christof also straightened on his crutch. The idea occurred to him that maybe the student doctor would know a better way of temporarily reattaching his leg, but It seemed preoccupied by their surroundings. Where were they supposed to go from here? Did they just... keep battling forward? He shifted, wondering where Sin had gotten off to now- or Amrita, Lizzy, Johan and that horse-boy for that matter. He was prepared to follow this new surrogate-master for now, at least until he could grab his attention politely without interrupting what were more than likely very important thoughts. His Old Master had always reprimanded him for... interrupting things. His stitched lips itched at the thought.
HP 18 (to keep note!)It seemed a nearby elf decided to mimic the hunchback...though probably out of some sort of mocking, leaning on one of his sharp-canes. What a jerk! (BUT I STILL LOVE YOU, CHRISTOF.) HP: 8Christof heard the crunch of something small moving in snow, and turned to just to see the elf's charade. What was it...? His brows furrowed at the thing snickering to it's pals. The blow to his pride at seeing the Jolly little thing with it's shoulder lurched up made him stumble as he made a bee-line towards the thing. Once upon it, he reached to grab the thing by it's neck in his monstrous left hand, before hurling the thing at a nearby gingerbread wall. If it wanted to lose an appendage too, he knew the perfect one- too bad his shovel was at home, those were very useful for quick decapitation. HP: 18-5 = 13 (SOME PRIDE BLOW) Damage: 5 (AN EYE FOR AN EYE. A concussion for a pride blow?) "LOOK MA! NO HAAAAAaaaaaaaaaannnnndddsss...." it dopplar-effected as it smashed into the wall of the gingerbread house, before standing up boldly with a piece of the wall to throw back at him. If it didn't miss, that was. HP: 3For someone with faulty seams, Christof was able to dodge the enormous hunk of gingerbread, and prayed he had given the thing a concussion to explain it's poor aim. Well, Lizzy's thread seemed to be holding for now, so he dropped the crutch to snatch up the gingerbread chunk. He hefted it up over his head as he hobbled closer to the mad little jolly thing, eyes burning with intent to kill... He practically threw the ginger bread boulder down, hammering onto the little body not once, but twice! Dear Fear Forsaken Us, was the thing dead yet?? HP: 13 Damage: 2 The elf made a few unhappy 'Oomph' noises as it hit against the ground, righting itself once it could and swinging it's cane at Christof, despite the fact that it was -really- dizzy from being hit repeatedly. HP: 1The candycane whirled, and Christof stumbled backward trying to get away from the twirling blade- but the end of the sharp peppermint stick dancing back and forth not only sliced through his thin shirt, but grabbed a hold of several stitches underneath, his right arm suddenly hanging precariously by the remaining few with a vision-blurring rip- WELL CANDLE JACK! Christof fumed, grabbing his own wrist to stop the now numb and lifeless arm from falling completely off, and it was all he could do to step back from any additional blows. THIS WAS NOT WHAT HE NEEDED.
HP: 10
Damage: MISS.
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Manda rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 4:24 pm
demon_pachabel Manda demon_pachabel Manda demon_pachabel Manda This damn deer ... had hurt him more by this point than the huge furry beast in the snow. BY SHEER JOY AND/OR STUPIDITY. GAH. Aksaja picked himself up and reached out to grab the thing's antlers, yanking at them. "JUST. GO. AWAY!" Aksaja's HP: 10
Damage Dealt: 1 The deer bleeted a bit as it's antlers were jerked on, staring at the demon wistfully. ... .... Was that a Disney Song playing in the background? (Hint: LITTLE MERMAID) HP: 3OKAY so that seemed to be working somewhat... thus, Aksaja kept right on yanking. Though it's stare hurt, he had to keep ... trying .... Aksaja's HP: 8
Damage Dealt: 1 (AGAIN FFFFF) The Deer bleeted again as it's antlers were yanked on, pawing the ground anxiously. At least the music was gone though. HP: 2Quite suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit the dragon, from all the damage he'd been dealt. Though it wasn't too bad, it enough to make his grip slip off the antlers... meaning he didn't accomplish anything for a moment. Ugh... why... wouldn't this thing... die... Aksaja's HP: 7
Damage Dealt: 0 ( ;dlfjas;dlfajsdfasdf ) The reindeer again unleashed the power of it's adoralasers in the form of an adoring stare. Good -god-. WHY WOULD IT NOT DIE?? HP: 2OH NOT THIS AGAIN!! Though the dragon could barely keep his feet by this point, he forced himself to reach over and grab those antlers again (since that's about the only thing that had worked this entire time) and JERKED ON THEM as hard as he possibly could.... Aksaja's HP: 3 ( OMFG WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY )
Damage Dealt: TWO. TWO!!! FINALLY AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH IT'S DEEEAAAAAAADDDDDD T____T
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 4:30 pm
Manda demon_pachabel Manda demon_pachabel Manda OKAY so that seemed to be working somewhat... thus, Aksaja kept right on yanking. Though it's stare hurt, he had to keep ... trying .... Aksaja's HP: 8
Damage Dealt: 1 (AGAIN FFFFF) The Deer bleeted again as it's antlers were yanked on, pawing the ground anxiously. At least the music was gone though. HP: 2Quite suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit the dragon, from all the damage he'd been dealt. Though it wasn't too bad, it enough to make his grip slip off the antlers... meaning he didn't accomplish anything for a moment. Ugh... why... wouldn't this thing... die... Aksaja's HP: 7
Damage Dealt: 0 ( ;dlfjas;dlfajsdfasdf ) The reindeer again unleashed the power of it's adoralasers in the form of an adoring stare. Good -god-. WHY WOULD IT NOT DIE?? HP: 2OH NOT THIS AGAIN!! Though the dragon could barely keep his feet by this point, he forced himself to reach over and grab those antlers again (since that's about the only thing that had worked this entire time) and JERKED ON THEM as hard as he possibly could.... Aksaja's HP: 3 ( OMFG WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY )
Damage Dealt: TWO. TWO!!! FINALLY AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH IT'S DEEEAAAAAAADDDDDD T____T The deer jerked off to one side, yanking it's antlers out of the demon's grip and shaking it's head back and forth in protest. Bleeting, it began to actually charge the student for once... ... CRASH!A blur of heat and stone flew from the sky, hitting the ground with an amazing impact where the deer had been standing previously, shaking the ground all about the area with an amazing seismic energy. A meteor had just fell from god only knew where and killed the deer. If one looked hard enough, they could still find pieces of the dead Jesus-deer for a snack..... at least until it would rise again. A box seemed to fall out of the sky from nowhere into the Aksaja's arms. It was probably time to get out of there. HP: 0LOOT:
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demon_pachabel rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 4:35 pm
Bilious demon_pachabel Bilious demon_pachabel Bilious Christof heard the crunch of something small moving in snow, and turned to just to see the elf's charade. What was it...? His brows furrowed at the thing snickering to it's pals. The blow to his pride at seeing the Jolly little thing with it's shoulder lurched up made him stumble as he made a bee-line towards the thing. Once upon it, he reached to grab the thing by it's neck in his monstrous left hand, before hurling the thing at a nearby gingerbread wall. If it wanted to lose an appendage too, he knew the perfect one- too bad his shovel was at home, those were very useful for quick decapitation. HP: 18-5 = 13 (SOME PRIDE BLOW) Damage: 5 (AN EYE FOR AN EYE. A concussion for a pride blow?) "LOOK MA! NO HAAAAAaaaaaaaaaannnnndddsss...." it dopplar-effected as it smashed into the wall of the gingerbread house, before standing up boldly with a piece of the wall to throw back at him. If it didn't miss, that was. HP: 3For someone with faulty seams, Christof was able to dodge the enormous hunk of gingerbread, and prayed he had given the thing a concussion to explain it's poor aim. Well, Lizzy's thread seemed to be holding for now, so he dropped the crutch to snatch up the gingerbread chunk. He hefted it up over his head as he hobbled closer to the mad little jolly thing, eyes burning with intent to kill... He practically threw the ginger bread boulder down, hammering onto the little body not once, but twice! Dear Fear Forsaken Us, was the thing dead yet?? HP: 13 Damage: 2 The elf made a few unhappy 'Oomph' noises as it hit against the ground, righting itself once it could and swinging it's cane at Christof, despite the fact that it was -really- dizzy from being hit repeatedly. HP: 1The candycane whirled, and Christof stumbled backward trying to get away from the twirling blade- but the end of the sharp peppermint stick dancing back and forth not only sliced through his thin shirt, but grabbed a hold of several stitches underneath, his right arm suddenly hanging precariously by the remaining few with a vision-blurring rip- WELL CANDLE JACK! Christof fumed, grabbing his own wrist to stop the now numb and lifeless arm from falling completely off, and it was all he could do to step back from any additional blows. THIS WAS NOT WHAT HE NEEDED.
HP: 10
Damage: MISS."HA! Feeling lucky?" the elf asks the hunchback, still obviously disoriented despite it's threats, flailing it's other cane at the student while weaving about like a drunkard. HP: 1
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 4:35 pm
The lightning dragon blinked rather stupidly at the meteor and the pieces of the dead deer. What... just... happened? He didn't even know, but ... he was so out of here now. Which was when the box fell into his arms. The ... hell? Oh, the loot. Right.
Jack, he was dizzy.
Not even trying to get back up to his feet, Aksaja crawled slowly toward the closest door into the Workshop. No matter what was in there... it couldn't be worse than ... that damn deer...
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Bilious rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 4:38 pm
demon_pachabel Bilious demon_pachabel Bilious demon_pachabel Bilious Christof heard the crunch of something small moving in snow, and turned to just to see the elf's charade. What was it...? His brows furrowed at the thing snickering to it's pals. The blow to his pride at seeing the Jolly little thing with it's shoulder lurched up made him stumble as he made a bee-line towards the thing. Once upon it, he reached to grab the thing by it's neck in his monstrous left hand, before hurling the thing at a nearby gingerbread wall. If it wanted to lose an appendage too, he knew the perfect one- too bad his shovel was at home, those were very useful for quick decapitation. HP: 18-5 = 13 (SOME PRIDE BLOW) Damage: 5 (AN EYE FOR AN EYE. A concussion for a pride blow?) "LOOK MA! NO HAAAAAaaaaaaaaaannnnndddsss...." it dopplar-effected as it smashed into the wall of the gingerbread house, before standing up boldly with a piece of the wall to throw back at him. If it didn't miss, that was. HP: 3For someone with faulty seams, Christof was able to dodge the enormous hunk of gingerbread, and prayed he had given the thing a concussion to explain it's poor aim. Well, Lizzy's thread seemed to be holding for now, so he dropped the crutch to snatch up the gingerbread chunk. He hefted it up over his head as he hobbled closer to the mad little jolly thing, eyes burning with intent to kill... He practically threw the ginger bread boulder down, hammering onto the little body not once, but twice! Dear Fear Forsaken Us, was the thing dead yet?? HP: 13 Damage: 2 The elf made a few unhappy 'Oomph' noises as it hit against the ground, righting itself once it could and swinging it's cane at Christof, despite the fact that it was -really- dizzy from being hit repeatedly. HP: 1The candycane whirled, and Christof stumbled backward trying to get away from the twirling blade- but the end of the sharp peppermint stick dancing back and forth not only sliced through his thin shirt, but grabbed a hold of several stitches underneath, his right arm suddenly hanging precariously by the remaining few with a vision-blurring rip- WELL CANDLE JACK! Christof fumed, grabbing his own wrist to stop the now numb and lifeless arm from falling completely off, and it was all he could do to step back from any additional blows. THIS WAS NOT WHAT HE NEEDED.
HP: 10
Damage: MISS."HA! Feeling lucky?" the elf asks the hunchback, still obviously disoriented despite it's threats, flailing it's other cane at the student while weaving about like a drunkard. HP: 1Christof continued to try to hobble his way out of the way of those blades, but suddenly his ankle caught on a snowbank and that Fear-deprived seam on his leg took that moment to give out, the patchwork boil toppling backward into the snow just as another blow, aiming for his neck caught scarf instead, slicing the poor winter accessory in half. Stranded, the crippled hunchback tried to crawl backward, but the thing was upon him. Lucky? His remaining fingertips brushed against something cold, almost like glass but damp to the touch- he clenched his large left hand into a fist, hammering down until there was a crack, the chunk of ice from the puddle breaking free and in a quick movement, he gripped the sharp shard to ram it deep under the elf practically on top of him. He topped it off with a twist. Yeah, he did feel lucky. HP: 5 Damage: 5 DEAD SO VERY DEAD.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 4:40 pm
It felt good to at least be traveling with companions and not alone. Just in case anything happened, it was best to have support. That was just the basics of battle or something. "Thankfully, I think being quiet isn't going to be that difficult." Seeing how many creatures were attacking the students and the craziness involved, as long as they were careful, then they could do it. Looking around, he could swear that they were getting closer to the workshop, as it began to come into view. When Corbin suddenly called out the interesting looking ghoul who was with them, he had to admit he was curious as well. But when she didn't answer, he didn't take offense to it. She had seemed a bit quiet, after all. Seeing the crow look at his bells, he shifted his pack to his front and, upon opening it, rummaged around a bit. The second his fingers brushed against his two pills, he gave a soft sigh of relief. Perhaps he was a bit lucky, to manage to still have them. It took a few more seconds to close it and set it back to rights before he scratched lightly at his nose. They had made it.. he could clearly see the workshop... as well as its many doors. "Which door?" He was shocked to see that there were so many to choose from. "Window?" Glancing upwards, he noticed what he was talking about. "Could be good.. though it may attract some noise.... it seems to be quiet around the doors. But right now, it makes me feel a bit less inclined to take it..." Since there seemed to be colors to choose from.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 4:42 pm
He had finally made it through the maze of the city, and the doors of Santa's workshop lay in front of him. He had a few choices, mainly of which door he would continue the raid through, and after a few moments, decided on the blue.
"Sepheran," he said, looking over at the basilisk. "I'm going through the blue door if you want to come with."
He left the area, heading off into the next stage of this crazy event.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 4:47 pm
Bilious demon_pachabel Bilious demon_pachabel Bilious For someone with faulty seams, Christof was able to dodge the enormous hunk of gingerbread, and prayed he had given the thing a concussion to explain it's poor aim. Well, Lizzy's thread seemed to be holding for now, so he dropped the crutch to snatch up the gingerbread chunk. He hefted it up over his head as he hobbled closer to the mad little jolly thing, eyes burning with intent to kill... He practically threw the ginger bread boulder down, hammering onto the little body not once, but twice! Dear Fear Forsaken Us, was the thing dead yet?? HP: 13 Damage: 2 The elf made a few unhappy 'Oomph' noises as it hit against the ground, righting itself once it could and swinging it's cane at Christof, despite the fact that it was -really- dizzy from being hit repeatedly. HP: 1The candycane whirled, and Christof stumbled backward trying to get away from the twirling blade- but the end of the sharp peppermint stick dancing back and forth not only sliced through his thin shirt, but grabbed a hold of several stitches underneath, his right arm suddenly hanging precariously by the remaining few with a vision-blurring rip- WELL CANDLE JACK! Christof fumed, grabbing his own wrist to stop the now numb and lifeless arm from falling completely off, and it was all he could do to step back from any additional blows. THIS WAS NOT WHAT HE NEEDED.
HP: 10
Damage: MISS."HA! Feeling lucky?" the elf asks the hunchback, still obviously disoriented despite it's threats, flailing it's other cane at the student while weaving about like a drunkard. HP: 1Christof continued to try to hobble his way out of the way of those blades, but suddenly his ankle caught on a snowbank and that Fear-deprived seam on his leg took that moment to give out, the patchwork boil toppling backward into the snow just as another blow, aiming for his neck caught scarf instead, slicing the poor winter accessory in half. Stranded, the crippled hunchback tried to crawl backward, but the thing was upon him. Lucky? His remaining fingertips brushed against something cold, almost like glass but damp to the touch- he clenched his large left hand into a fist, hammering down until there was a crack, the chunk of ice from the puddle breaking free and in a quick movement, he gripped the sharp shard to ram it deep under the elf practically on top of him. He topped it off with a twist. Yeah, he did feel lucky. HP: 5 Damage: 5 DEAD SO VERY DEAD. The elf let out a garbled noise as the chunk of ice was jabbed into it, coughing and sputtering in it's final moments before going limp, it's hat toppling off and a box rolling out of it to sit peacefully in the snow. At least it hadn't been jesus-deer. HP: 0LOOT:
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 4:49 pm
Nuk watched the slaughter with a lot less tension and anger than he had when Sammy or Shehk had been fighting the JOYous creatures, his rage having tapered off a bit since he had been forced into the hybrid form he was in now. Make no mistake, he was still pissed, and any creature that came near his companions would be promptly mutilated beyond recognition, but extreme vexation was exhausting, and he just could not handle it all the time. Instead, he countered it with a more tactile approach, watching the fights to see if he could determine weaknesses and possible advantages they could take. So far, there had been little success -- he didn't really understand JOY at all, so he wasn't sure what would be weak against a FEAR-inducing creature. Not that he could tell anyone if he found something anyway.
Huffing a little as he grew bored with one of the fights, the skinwalker, continued on through the snow, much less quietly than he had been going at the start of the whole thing. He'd been worried before, surrounded by the quaint little cottages and smells of disgustingly sweet pies, but he'd gotten used to it by now. Besides, with Shehk in doggy-form, he was much more at ease. She hadn't picked up a snowball launcher, instead going for the healing bells, which was all fine except it meant as a human she was less offense-based and could not dodge as fast. Sammy was always a human, but if worst came to worst he could snatch her up quickly and get out of the way. She also had the christmas lights, which helped considerably. Glancing at the other two, Nuk half-pranced, half-bounded a few steps ahead (which was a considerable distance with his great size,) making sure to kick up some snow in their direction.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 4:51 pm
Deacon and the Torterror were becoming a bit disturbed by all of the insane laughter and bleating that was ringing out in the cold air, wondering just who or what it was all coming from. What could be worse than trees and deranged toys? Deacon for one really wasn't sure if he wanted to know.
Deacon's HP: 22 [Since I keep having to go back and check.]
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 4:59 pm
Eracs jumped up and down. He saw the workshop! The scarecrow ran ahead of his friends and went towards one of the five doors. Which color??
((short ending post is short))
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 5:01 pm
Her earlier attempts to claim Nuk as her own sweet ride through town had sadly failed, each one beaten with a simple shake or slump of the large skinwalker sending Sammy into the snow. All around students wandered and marched stopping only to pick fights with locals who assaulted them. One part of Sammy wanted to aid each one, the other part of her was just tired of the non-stop march with little rest. The trio walked fairly in pace with each other, two dogs and a zombie girl among many other students. Every once in a while though Sammy would pause to grab another bite of jerky from her bag before moving to catch up.
Her last jerky break however was ruined by a clumsy skinwalker who's decision to run ahead cost her a face full of snow and wet jerky. "Damn you Nuk! You still owe me a ride and all you do is kick snow in my face! I'm not sharing anymore Jerky you here!" She huffed taking another bite of her now soggy Jerky.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 5:12 pm
The mighty battles of the beasties were certainly throwing Shehk for a bit of a surprised loop here and there, the Pricolici having made a point to stay at Nukpana's side (if only because he seemed to have a better response time to things than she did) as they walked. She wouldn't lie, though, when she saw the pieces of deer laying around, looking tempted to leave the skinwalker's side to go pander for a little bit...
However, it seemed she'd been challenged with some kicked snow, the Pricolici barking in protest as she shook it off of her body before she ran after the skinwalker practically plowing into the bigger beast's wall of a side in an attempt to knock him over.. which mostly succeeded in knocking the wind out of herself. Shehk heaved and gasp-panted for a while as she regained her ability to breathe before she placed one paw in the snow to 'splash' it at Nukpana in retaliation, bounding away after she had, only to go sliding in the snow, nearly taking herself out in the process before she backed up just to press herself into Nukpana's side again.
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That was where someone made some sort of comment at Shehk's expense, most likely. Especially when she looked to Nukpana with an expression of 'Scary!', whining ever so slightly.
She then looked to Sammy and barked again, like she was teasing her, before she went sprinting off ahead of both of her companions.
Zoom!
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