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 Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:40 pm
Otto's eyes widened, staring at Sam? with confusion. "You have who?" He dared to ask, his heart beating furiously, his head still spinning. He'd follow her if he had to, he'd go and.. was it Sam this woman had? Was it someone else? His mind blurred and created too many What Ifs.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:42 pm
CHANCE - COURTYARDHe stood silently behind Otto, not asking any questions, but just listening, eyes narrowed as Chance's gaze flickered to the woman. He, of course, had little idea of who she was, but whoever it was had to have been someone important.
So he was going to listen and see why, if he could.Quote: Chance:Virus Counter: 9 HP: 50
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:47 pm
[ Towns -> Courtyard ]In instances where she didn't know what to do, Robert typically did, and vice versa. In this instance, where neither of them seemed especially confident about their options, Mimsy was finding it very difficult to not freeze up from a compulsion to avoid the wrong decision. But that would be the wrong decision here - their home was only partially protected by defensive runes, and they couldn't yet determine the nature of the emergency. There was a strange shifting noise outside, and the wood of the house's frame had begun to groan, which didn't offer a promising outcome to the option of staying put. It might have, were she still shielded by Svensyl. Were she not holding the human baby that they finally, finally had. "All right," she breathed out, nodding as she convinced herself that this was the right thing to do. "Yes. Okay. Thank you. I love you." Her mind wasn't making much sense. Peter didn't seem like he intended to stop crying, so she put his bag over her shoulder and fished out a pacifier (adorned with little glowing stars, which she'd have appreciated in other circumstances) to offer him. On the way out of the bedroom, she snatched a poorly restitched stuffed rabbit out of the box of belongings from her childhood home, and gently tucked it into his arms. "Do you think--" She halted her question to Robert as soon as she began it, stopping entirely at the threshold of the front door. There were vines everywhere, and it was immediately clear that they would be buried within them if they did not move now. "Please stay close," she begged, wishing it were more possible to take his hand, before hurrying out the door in the direction of their headquarters. Virus Counter: 1 HP: 60/60
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:49 pm
[Dorm -> Courtyard - Horace] He grinned amiably. "Welllll, we better get you out before some crazy b***h comes back. Oliver, you hoist the left." Horace careful slung one of the hunter's arms across his bare shoulders and stood. "You know who the crazy girl was - hunter, not?" It was kind of nice to find someone awake and pretty coherent and everything. With a steady pace, Horace walked him outside, into the courtyard. It was an absolute mess. "Feeling better?" Quote: HP: 50 Runic: daggers Virus: 2 Note: got permission from grey to drag 'em out.
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Nothing Yet rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:55 pm
[ Dorms ]In truth, Edgar had been on his way to find his Princess from the moment that the alarms woke him from his royal slumber. He'd dressed as quickly as possible in his finest battle attire (briefly lamenting that he couldn't get Caoimhe to appear, because he would have looked really badass), and fled the basement without much thought of what to do once he found her. His heart leapt into his throat when he reached her door and heard her calling his name. It would have filled him with adoration at any other time, but he had only fear - what if he was too late? "My Princess!" he called, leaning towards the door so she would be able to hear his voice. "I have come to you! Though our kingdom is in throes of invasion, thy purity remains in mind! 'tis it safe to enter thy chambers?" Virus Counter: 3 HP: 40/40
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 4:57 pm
[IN COURTYARD]
The realisation of who Rep was speaking with settled over him, but not with disappointment, just a different sort of comfort, something different, something calmer and colder.
He exhaled shallowly, recollecting himself breath by breath like a madly spinning wheel slowly coming to a halt, the mark pushing back the crushing tide of emotions without resistance. "Yeah." he said, and it wasn't the cocky confident dismissal he normally leant the word but the breathless word of someone trying to dismiss who they'd been a moment before. "Yeah. I remember."
As someone whose life was a constant rollercoaster of anger, indignation and sadness, he spent his whole life chasing those moments where he could be someone else, someone he felt he'd been denied his entire life. As he straightened up and rearranged his coat, reorganising himself externally the way he felt inside, he felt calmer and more human than he could ever remember. It normally took Harrison to stabilise him this way, and yet, here he was.
None of the petty s**t mattered, none of the mistakes, none of the stupidity. All that mattered was the promises he'd made and one of those involved not taking himself down with whatever he was fighting. It seemed so ******** logical like this, but just a few minutes ago - utterly alien.
As the quiet faded, not the agonising silence of his empty thoughts but something more akin to the cliffs, to the moments of freedom and true joy he felt, he shot the figure a smirk. He'd be ok.
It was only then he wondered if anyone else had ******** seen any of it. What was even going on? He'd been so ******** out of it. Blinking, he looked around, thinking of someone else. Where the hell was Jordan?
HP: 27/60
DMG: N/A
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 5:01 pm
Kiki's mouth formed a large O shape in awe and amazement. Her prince really came for her!!!! And he was... oh, but he was so perfect and romantic! Forgetting her Love's True kiss plan, she leapt from bed, fixed her frilly nightgown and added a dressing robe for more added decency. "Y-yes, My Prince!" She called out, her hands clasped over her heart. "I am decent! You may enter!" He came for her!!!!!! Her heart swelled with purest princess love!
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 5:01 pm
[Dorms]Al looked at Noah then the shoes before obediently stepping into his shoes. "Aye, I'm no staying here all day, focusing too much on how I feel would just make it worse I think," he replied before bending over to tie his shoes. He stopped, frozen as he emitted a queasy whimper. He stood back up again, very slowly and carefully. Then shuffled backwards to the bed very very quickly. "That would make it worse too. I think we need to hit the restroom first," he suggested hopefully as he tugged the laces together as fast as he could. ******** socks. He doesn't need socks. Blisters are manly. He looked at Noah and decided to follow his lead rather than rush like he was planning to. At least then he may avoid vomiting.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 5:06 pm
courtyard
"Creedence," he provided for Felicia's edification, staring at the other two women in slowly dawning horror. Take care of her.
"Wh-whoa whoa whoa, yer gonna go nuts over a lil' nibble?" Dawson held his hands up in a gesture of peace, pleading with Maebe. "She's not turnin' black or got green eyes or whatever, Mayb." Leaving people behind wasn't an option, not if he could help it. "You don' wanna stick near her, fine; I'll watch her. That way f'somethin' happens, ya'll stay good. I ain' leavin' people behind this early in the game."
Quote: dawson
virus counter: 4 hp: 50 runics: barrier dagger
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 5:06 pm
[Dormitories] Sherry wasn't exactly listening to Mimi. She waved one hand at the girl dismissively. The crown was all important, all she needed. As she reached out, it seemed to warp before her eyes, and as she watched it a sound grew in her ears. A terrible ringing, almost like she'd been struck upside the head. No, not quite that. Yelling. And in her mind she saw it, or part of it. For the briefest of moments Sherry thought it might be Armagnac, but she knew it was not. This beast was something else entirely. Gold and huge, bigger than Armagnac had ever dreamed of being, and somehow far more terrible. It's great gold eye stared into hers. Sherry didn't know it, but she seemed to flinch as it spoke, the voice too big, too powerful. It's line. Command. Lead or follow? Her mind raced. She looked down at the ring on her left hand -it nearly hurt-, gold and dragon shaped. In her head she saw it- huge and overwhelming. Beautiful, awful. And in between she was aware of Mimi next to her, aware that others were still running about. She could see distant memories, distant dreams. Things that happened and had not. She could recall a time when she had been great and terrible. "I," Sherry spoke the words aloud though she did not mean to, "want to be a leader." She really did. She wanted to lead others and keep them safe. Quote: Virus Counter: 8 HP: 60/60 1 vial of antivirus 1 runic bandage
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 5:08 pm
[Dorms] "I guess, yeah." Noah waited for Al to get his shoes in order, or something reasonably close to it, then opened the door and peered out into the hall. Only a few people seemed to be around. There were a couple of people lying on the floor or slumped against the walls. That was probably bad. "I hope they're not dead," he muttered, and edged out into the hall. Nothing jumped on him, and his stomach didn't do any flips, for the moment. "I think it's ... well maybe it's not safe but I don't see anything," he reported, and started down the hall, pausing to peer at one of the figures curled up beside a closed door. The guy was holding his head and sweating, and didn't seem to notice Noah; Noah decided he wasn't getting any closer, just in case. He backed off.
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lizbot rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 5:11 pm
CourtyardHer hand shot out again, shoving at Maebe, this time to force the blonde out of her way as she stormed off. It was an unnecessary action. Maebe wasn't even in the way. Head pounding and flushed with fever, sweat trickling down her temple, Creedence began to storm away, "Fine, then I'm leaving you behind." Whatever control she had was slipping, nearly gone. HP: 40 Virus: 35 Dmg to Maebe: 1
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medigel rolled 2 12-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 5:14 pm
OOC Jack is now imbued with RIGHTEOUS JUSTICE. He cannot stop attacking, he literally, cannot stop attacking. Each post must be an attack post where he is targeting something/someone. It could be the boss, it could be allies, it could be enemies, but if he stops attacking, a voice in his head tells him to consume more and he simply gets back down and continues again. He can target any player, but he cannot attack back unless they quote him back. His dice roll is 2d12-6. If attacking the boss, he can only attack twice. The more he attacks, the more damage he takes to himself as his body wears itself out. Every swing costs -5 HP. At 0 HP, the sword disappears and he returns to "normal", the marking gone.
The words rang painfully in his head and shattered whatever illusions of peace he thought he could have. Grimacing, Jack bent his head and tried to drown it out, but something more was filling him and he was helpless to stop it. He was, after all, only human.
The most he could make of anything was the word engraved on his arm and a semblance of Chel's words. "I'm...trying," Jack said through gritted teeth, but it was clear this was a losing battle; and for a moment, she might catch something like fear in his eyes before it was wiped away. The longer he held out, the more he needed to consume. And then, suddenly, only one thing mattered, only one thing made sense: seeking justice.
He straightened, moving the new sword in his hands with quiet curiosity. Caliburn. The only way to test its mettle was with combat, and so he turned to the fool who had stood by and mocked him and struck out without warning.
target: ian
damage: 5
hp: 55
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 5:15 pm
[Dorms]
Al sidled out behind Noah, much less careful than him as he unceremoniously nudged the first person to cross the path they were making who appeared to be out cold - with his newly shoed foot. No response, but they seemed to be breathing. "Maybe it's a really bad flu?" He looked ahead at Noah woefully. He was sure he felt about as bad as these guys looked. He stepped over a few more bodies, checking them out to be sure. "Where are we going?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 5:20 pm
[Dorms] "Maybe," Noah said doubtfully. "I hope so." The alarms and the red lights suggested that something was seriously wrong, and he really hoped that the mysterious sickness was indeed just a rapid-onset flu and not related to the emergency, but he kind of suspected otherwise. He paused, thinking. "The yelling is coming from outside," he said. "I can't summon, so I don't know how much good I'd be in a fight, um, I have bandages so there's that, do you think we should go out there? I guess there's not that many options, we could check it out from the roof first maybe ..."
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