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 Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 3:10 pm
Now that he was more awake, Jericho could see that Riley had seemingly recovered from her ailment. Israfel appeared to have sobered up as well. Good timing for them both as they were about to trek deeper in these wretched lands.
At the mention of mountains, he glanced briefly in that direction. While he did enjoy mountains generally... he preferred to be inside of them rather than on top where all the snow and wind was. So he had no objections to heading south instead.
"Alright, off we go!" he said before bounding off towards the Isle of Misfit toys once Riley had mounted up.
((JERICHO - EXIT STAGE LEFT))
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 3:19 pm
Io's eyes instantly shifting to the jingling bells on Corbin's wrist. Despite the fact that they seemed to make waves of revolting joy every time they shifted, she was relieved to see them. "Well, that's at least one set. I think everyone still has their pumpkin pills too? At least, I know I didn't use any of mine." That seemed like a decent set up, even if she would have been more comfortable with more of those healing bells around.
"Agreed. Braum is a big boy, he can take care of himself until he catches up." She wasn't heartless, just eager to get moving. What she said was the truth, anyway - she'd seen the last tree Braum had taken out. He certainly couldn't get into too much trouble between here and the mountain path.
She stood there patiently as Corbin scrawled the note for Braum, then let out a sigh of relief once he was done. That was it, they could go! She pulled the straps of her bag tighter, curling her clawed fingers around them. "That's it then, off we go now?" She turned on her heel and started towards the path that they had chosen earlier, confident that the other two would be behind her and that Braum would catch up soon.
((Iolanthe is off to the Icy Path!))
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 3:32 pm
The Envy demon had been deep in thought; rubbing his chin as he pondered about things best not to ponder too much about. But it was a bit in his nature to do so, and it couldn't be helped. However, the faint chime of the bells made him blink and focus on what was going on. In all truths, the waiting was making him antsy and since the other two wanted to head out now, he nodded. "He'll definitely catch up. If he's able to fly without problem, then it'll be even quicker I think." In a way, he felt bad for going on ahead after saying he would wait for everyone, but time was something that shouldn't be wasted too idly.
His gaze flicked from West and Aksaja's retreating figures to Corbin writing out the note to Braum. Shifting his weight a bit, he moved his pack as well to relieve any stiffness he was feeling at the moment. "Best to go now then, yes." After all, the raum had taken out his tree with gusto. if anything dared to get in his way, he almost feared for the tree. Key word being almost. His wings tucked in a bit as he turned and followed Iolanthe to their destination. The mountain range beckoned... but so did the lights of Christmas Town.
((And Livi's off to the Icy Path!))
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 3:41 pm
Allowing the other two to go on ahead of him, Corbin slipped the pencil under one of the wraps the tie made around the branch so it wouldn't slip out thanks to the wind. If anyone else meandered on by, they could write their names as well, if they were so inclined.
The Wraith doubted many would but the opportunity was open all the same.
Feeling content, he looked behind himself one last time and saw nothing but white and green. As the wind began picking up, he couldn't even spot Braum's tent, if he was still inside of it, nor the Raum himself. The Wraith hesitated, feeling odd about going on ahead of him just as Livi did but they were not abandoning him; they would catch up and be alright. Giving his wings one good flap, he lifted slightly off the ground. Floating was a more comfortable mode of transportation for the ghost and his feet were beginning to ache, so he would take to a glide for now with the use of his wings instead of the natural abilities granted to him by being purely dead. The lack of powers was a double edged sword, really; grateful he was for no flashbacks but he pined greatly for his incorporeal form.
(( Corbin is moving to Zone2a! ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 4:34 pm
Watching his companions run off, Israfel cried out in surpise. Doing his best, the hungover siren stumbled onward, following his friends.
((Israfel exited to Isle))
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 5:15 pm
Cyrilla, who had been quietly watching everything going on, noticed that everyone was starting to separate and go there own ways. Well, to be honest, it saved her trying to break away from the group to meet up with Merope. She was tired of the forest, and grateful for the opportunity to move on.
Looking around, she headed south, towards the water, like they had discussed before the gnomes pulled them apart.
((Cyrilla exited to Isle))
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 5:53 pm
Lucien had been quiet, listening to everything that was going on. He had simply nodded his head and waited until everyone had started heading out until he too followed suit. He took up the rear, finding himself following right behind Israfel with his tangled lights in one hand and the gift the tree had dropped in the other. It was going to be a long day but Lucien was just happy to be getting away from these joyful trees.
(( Lucien out! ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 6:39 pm
Braum had been praying to the gods. Not an expected pasttime for a demon, but one he indulged in every so often when he needed guidance or calm. Despite the misconceptions, his father had been very adamant about teaching the raum about his Norse heritage, and advised him to call on Odin and the other Old Gods. Hujinn and Muninn were his family's patrons, and he begged them to give him their secrets, so that he may lead well.
When the others had been sleeping, respectively, he'd gone off into the woods to pray, in hopes of staving off the comings on of a vision. The vision itself had been violent, a gory scene that he could only half-remember, like a distorted dream you can't quite remember the details of. Snow and blood. All he knew is it had made him ill, and he'd been violently throwing up, his hand shaking to keep from diving into the toxins still firmly latched onto his belt.
He'd seen how badly Riley had led when she was intoxicated. And that was just CIDER. If he took HALUCENOGENICS he had no idea what kind of reckless leader he'd become. He didn't want that, didn't want his shortcomings to effect the others. He could be strong. He had to be. That didn't mean he wasn't still going through withdrawl. Mind-numbing withdrawl, that kept taunting him with the soft 'pat pat' of the bottles to his side, or the soft 'slush slosh' of the wonderful liquid they contained. It was all he could hear for quite a few hours until he simply passed out.
When he awoke, he had a few scant flashes of the vision again, and rammed his head into a tree to stave them off. Mild concussions seemed to work just as well as toxins. They they hurt more, and left a patch of dried blood in his hair. He tried cleaning it out with snow as he headed back to the encampment, after having cleaned his mouth out as best he could. Stretching his wings to keep them from freezing up as he arrived, he noticed the bright green tie of Livi, and gave a half-smile at the care Corbin had taken to make sure he followed and was safe. A buzz of his phone distracted him, and he glanced at it.
One from Hadiyya. Well, at least she was safe.
"Find me in the mountains, my dear djinn." he texted back, letting her know where to meet him. With that, he took a steadying breath, and flapped his wings once powerfully, reaching the full but limited height he could manage off the ground. Even gliding would be faster than traveling by foot, he'd just have to deal with the soreness later. With a small shiver, he flapped once more, letting the updraft of the mountains push him forward, racing to catch up.
(Braum is outies, and headin towards the Icy Path! )
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Marushii rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 9:35 pm
Hitsuzen Sherlock Complex  "Hey there! You lost?" A friendly tree has appeared behind you! It wishes to hug you in painfully happy ways! HP: 3
Leaping down from the siren's grasp; apparently ready to follow Nuk's command of kicking the tree's a** (do trees have asses?) he bounded through the snow and aimed a swat at the trunk of the tree.
Though, inwardly, Deacon figured it would be a miracle if he managed any damage in this form.
HP: 24"Teehee! That tickles! Here, let me try!" The friendly tree thinks that this is some kind of game, and swings it branches at you in an alarming fashion! HP: ?
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Hitsuzen rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 9:40 pm
Marushii Hitsuzen Sherlock Complex "Hey there! You lost?" A friendly tree has appeared behind you! It wishes to hug you in painfully happy ways! HP: 3
Leaping down from the siren's grasp; apparently ready to follow Nuk's command of kicking the tree's a** (do trees have asses?) he bounded through the snow and aimed a swat at the trunk of the tree.
Though, inwardly, Deacon figured it would be a miracle if he managed any damage in this form.
HP: 24"Teehee! That tickles! Here, let me try!" The friendly tree thinks that this is some kind of game, and swings it branches at you in an alarming fashion! HP: ?
Deacon did 0 damage!
Deacon's HP: 24
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Marushii rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 9:43 pm
Hitsuzen Marushii Hitsuzen Sherlock Complex "Hey there! You lost?" A friendly tree has appeared behind you! It wishes to hug you in painfully happy ways! HP: 3
Leaping down from the siren's grasp; apparently ready to follow Nuk's command of kicking the tree's a** (do trees have asses?) he bounded through the snow and aimed a swat at the trunk of the tree.
Though, inwardly, Deacon figured it would be a miracle if he managed any damage in this form.
HP: 24"Teehee! That tickles! Here, let me try!" The friendly tree thinks that this is some kind of game, and swings it branches at you in an alarming fashion! HP: 3
Deacon did 0 damage!
Deacon's HP: 24"Oh my! What'cha tryin to do there buddy?" The tree peers at Deacon, before announcing, "I HAS A KITTY! YAAAY!" It then flailed about happily. HP: 3
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Hitsuzen rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 9:49 pm
Marushii Hitsuzen Marushii Hitsuzen Sherlock Complex "Hey there! You lost?" A friendly tree has appeared behind you! It wishes to hug you in painfully happy ways! HP: 3
Leaping down from the siren's grasp; apparently ready to follow Nuk's command of kicking the tree's a** (do trees have asses?) he bounded through the snow and aimed a swat at the trunk of the tree.
Though, inwardly, Deacon figured it would be a miracle if he managed any damage in this form.
HP: 24"Teehee! That tickles! Here, let me try!" The friendly tree thinks that this is some kind of game, and swings it branches at you in an alarming fashion! HP: 3
Deacon did 0 damage!
Deacon's HP: 24"Oh my! What'cha tryin to do there buddy?" The tree peers at Deacon, before announcing, "I HAS A KITTY! YAAAY!" It then flailed about happily. HP: 3
The tree wasn't the only one flailing; Deacon tried to rip himself off of the branch that he was being swung around happily from... Hopefully without a few of his teeth staying stuck in the bark.
Deacon did 3 damage!
Deacon's HP: 22
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 9:53 pm
Hitsuzen Marushii Hitsuzen Marushii Hitsuzen Sherlock Complex "Hey there! You lost?" A friendly tree has appeared behind you! It wishes to hug you in painfully happy ways! HP: 3
Leaping down from the siren's grasp; apparently ready to follow Nuk's command of kicking the tree's a** (do trees have asses?) he bounded through the snow and aimed a swat at the trunk of the tree.
Though, inwardly, Deacon figured it would be a miracle if he managed any damage in this form.
HP: 24"Teehee! That tickles! Here, let me try!" The friendly tree thinks that this is some kind of game, and swings it branches at you in an alarming fashion! HP: 3
Deacon did 0 damage!
Deacon's HP: 24"Oh my! What'cha tryin to do there buddy?" The tree peers at Deacon, before announcing, "I HAS A KITTY! YAAAY!" It then flailed about happily. HP: 3
The tree wasn't the only one flailing; Deacon tried to rip himself off of the branch that he was being swung around happily from... Hopefully without a few of his teeth staying stuck in the bark.
Deacon did 3 damage!
Deacon's HP: 22The branch wasn't the only thing Deacon managed to peel off. With his mouth filled with the taste of cinnamon, the entire tree seemed to peel off into long strips before falling in a heap at Deacon's feet. At the top of the pile was a shiny box. Sweet! HP: 0 LOOT:
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 10:20 pm
Well, the tree was defeated, but Deacon didn't much care for the strong taste of cinnamon and temporarily went about trying to spit and scrape the offending flavor from his tongue. After a rather vain attempt, he gave up and took notice of the package that sat atop the 'carcass' of the pine.
Looting was fair game when one won in battle, so he trotted over the shreds of his opponent and plucked the little box up with his teeth before running off in the direction his classmates' tracks led. He figured he was far behind again, but at least he'd have something to show for it!
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 10:24 pm
Calder stumbled out of the train, holding his head and holding a rather pathetic expression. He'd be left behind. One moment he was holding onto his seat for dear life, then he hit his head against something, and he woke up with a footprint on his head. :C
Life was not good, and to make it all worse, he woke up to no one. He took inventory.
Head: Still on with the added footprint on his head. He rubbed that out. Limbs and other essential organs: Yup, there too. All unbitten.
Leeches: The ones he brought were not squished, though very displeased with the trip.
Friends: Gone. All gone. All painfully unloyal and gone.
Sniffling, the kelpie stepped off the train and into the wilderness, alone. He started walking, alone. He started to get lost, alone.
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