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prolixity rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 1:58 pm
Leon and Rin both got a faint smirk and no actual information for their troubles. They could wait until it had actually been figured out like everyone else. In the meanwhile, Jordan couldn't help being amused by the expression on Rin's face. Leon had just been curious, but it kind of looked like Rin was shocked. Well, she could deal. The chaos of the fight was briefly pushed back, and an unfamiliar, chirpy Life hunter shoved a bandage at him before hurrying off to attend to someone else. "Thanks," he called after her, and took a moment to apply it; the aches of various injuries muted, and the familiar sensation of Ferros's shield brightening with strength washed over him. Dimly, the dragon's presence stirred, and his low rumble grew a notch louder. Jordan hefted the capture gun he was handed, frowning at it, and grumbled, "My aim sucks with these." Still, orders; he could summon Ferros again after he'd at least taken a shot at capturing something. He scanned across the crowd, spotted a horned thing helping another one out of the net. That was counterproductive. He took aim at it. Much to his surprise, the net flew true and wrapped itself around the creature. (( OOC:Character Name: Jordan HP: 50/50 Target: Zar, with net gun Damage: Charge: 0/3 Effect: - Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3 - Items: Modified pendant, capture gun)) Baneful Jordan is targeting Zar with a net gun~
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 1:59 pm
Oh, oh, they had nets now.
"What do they think we are, sheep?" Fallow rumbled incredulously, taking a step back from the mob -- or as much as a step as he could when the mob was everywhere he looked. Shaking his head out, the Púca stood still, muscles twitching and fidgeting as he looked around at the chaos and the comedically silly side-effects.
Did these hunters even know how to aim?
He snorted. Maybe not guns, but they had known how to aim their swords. Ah well, it was just as well for him. He did not like the idea of getting caught in a net. No, not at all! That would be terrible and very, very boring. Fallow steered his thoughts away from the idea of fear entirely. This wasn't the time to get frightened over something as stupid as that. Watching as a net sailed by the Cu Sith's head, Fallow rumbled in displeasure, snaking closer to her.
"You may want to... assume your smaller form," He told Dev, patting her side, "you are a very large target sitting around like that."
------------------------ (( OOC: Character Name: Fallow. HP: 30/30 Target: n/a Damage: n/a Effect: n/a Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0 ))
Appearance Fallow is a 5" 11' dark skinned Púca with neon blue and green markings and very equine-like appendages. They also glow in the dark. His natural form is a black stallion with the same neon markings.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:00 pm
Ohh! That did it! How dare he mock him! The little s**t! Just wait until he was free again! Then he'd be sorry! There was another fit of growls and snarls as he struggled before he turned the glare back on Marcus.
"Really? Because I could say the same about your kind. You don't even know the s**t you've caused us, because you're too busy thinking about yourselves!" He rolled his eyes back. Tired of hearing the shame old s**t. " 'Poor me, poor me! Your kind ruined my lives.' " He spat. "The only enemies you have are the ones you've made! I've done nothing to warrant you hunting us down like wild animals, that you haven't provoked us into doing! So forgive us if we're not going to just stand idly by as you hunt, kill, or turn us into those morbid weapons of yours!" He snapped at the net again, looking very much like a rabid dog at this point. He hated the hunters!
Ignoring the boot comment entirely, he grit his teeth together. "I already ******** told you, I don't know s**t about no Jack damn Apocalypse! Don't go around accusing anyone you like!" For all he knew it was something they had done themselves and though he wouldn't wish the human race to die off, at this point, he wouldn't shed any tears if these hunters were to just vanish off the face of the earth.
Thankfully, just as the hunter another student, or ally came and removed the net off of him. At last! He was free!
"Thanks! I owe you one!" He gave the other a gentle headbutt before turning back on the hunters. Ready to deal out some hurt he had promised them.
JetAlmeara Thank you! Sorry I had missed your post, but edited it now 8D <33 
Tybalt's HP: 37/50 Target: n/a Damage: n/a Satus: Free! Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 2/3 Charge Attack: Discharge ( Y1 ) - Swift Strikes / Charge ( Y2 ) - The Chill / Divine Judgement ( Y3 ) - Gamblers Chance
Appearance Tybalt is a 5'7" black dog, has serrated teeth, and is nearly all black, save for his glowing blue eyes. Atm, he is a large black dog, roughly the size of a calf.
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Baneful rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:00 pm
Reguarding the axe he snarled "I knew that."
He didn't.
A flash of light and a familiar voice made Rep glance over as Allan spoke up, still in complete envy of the man's enormous strength as he cleaved through the students and scattered them around.The sheer teamwork on display from the various divisions also staggered him.
He was proud to be a hunter.
As he was handed a capture gun, he took it with a delighted smirk.This was where they ended this stupid fight. They could go ******** HOME.
And he had only one ******** target in mind. It was a long shot but he gave no ******** as he steadied the thing and aimed.
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OOC: Character Name: Rep HP: 40/40 Target: Invi Damage: ?? Charge: 0/3 0/2 Item: ******** TRAP GUN BABY
demon_pachabel Rep shot the trap gun at Invi
Appearance Pale skinned redhead weilding an enormous axe. Very animated in his emotions. He has a bunch of lovely red flowers growing on his right shoulder. [x]
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kuropeco rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:07 pm
[ IGNORE THIS POST Tybalt is already free aherpderp ]
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:07 pm
Auri reached up and took Zar's hand and pulled herself up to him. See looked up to his face and went goo-goo-eyed. She was holding his hand, Zar's hand. Her face blushed and Auri giggled to herself. "My hero!" she whispered up at him. She stood there staring into his eyes, unfazed by the explosions of fire, bullets, and nets flying through the air, silhouetting the two demons. [[ OOC :]]
 Character: Auri HP: 27/30 Target:None Damage:None
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:08 pm
All of a sudden... the students were rounded up into the center of the encroaching hunters. Her roots began to peel again, lashing about as her nerves built up once more, pressing back against Kettil a little since they were so close... and their peers were getting closer. Nets were flying everywhere, making the Grand Bois all the more anxious. To be trapped... was not something she would like at all...
She fell into another stage of paralysis, unable to move all that much aside from her lashing roots, coiling and snaking like agitated worms. However... a sudden familiar voice shone through, causing her to snap out of the petrified trance she was in, masked eyes widening as Joachim was in sight, "Joachim..!" she called out, finally able to move as well. She met him half way, gently taking his wrists so that he was close, instantly starting to look around their surroundings, "Y-yes I'm fine, how are you? And Merel?" she asked quickly, looking to his pocket frantically, before looking behind her again. "Stay with Kettil, Endzela and I, Joachim. We'll be much safer if we stick together!" there was a bit of desperation in her voice, clearly worried for the safety of her comrades, even her hands gently holding onto him were shaking. One hand released to guide him back to where she was standing, under the safety of Kettil and Endy, not yet letting go of the boil... almost as if she were too afraid that he might get snatched. Character Name: Ev HP: 3o/3o Target: none Damage: --- Effect: --- Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3
Appearance Ev, her height can vary due to her roots, but she's usually standing at 5'7.
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Rown rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:11 pm
Ofelia was OMG so happy to see Allan and the amount of damage he was laying down. When the net came out she practically jumped with delight and then when she got one of her own in her hands she just randomly pointed it and then cursed like a sailor when it went off at nothing but the ground.
She wasn't good with these kinds of guns, okay, and having one eye sort of limited the depth perception that she could afford for situations like this. Also the flowers may or may not have been making her itch and she was so full of excuses it was sad and painful.
At least her health was full up and the flowers were starting to fall out of her torso - OH GOD WAS THAT A ROOT WHY DID THEY HAVE ROOTS IN HER BLOODSTREAM?
The net landed at the feet of the weird kimono girl.
(( OOC: Character Name: Ofelia HP: 40 Target: Reiko Damage: Effect: In denial most likely [ charge 0/3 0/2 used ] [ -5 to rolls via killzone ] Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3 ))
Songstress Kitsune Rown's character Ofelia is totally missing firing a net at Reiko Appearance Ofelia is a 5'9" hunter with firetruck red hair and an eyepatch. She is currently wearing a ton of bloody bandages on her torso. Her chest is littered with bright red flowers that run in a diagonal line, though they are slowly falling out and Ofelia is freaking out.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:14 pm
Dev warily eyed the older hunters as they herded the students into a packed circle. She didn’t like the looks of this. The cu sith protectively stood by Mea and Fallow. Whatever the humans had in store for them, there was no way she was going to let them get her rabbit and horse.
Her ears flattened and she let out a single bark when a net flew by her head. Eyes widened as she followed the net’s path until it fell to the ground. Then she looked around for the hunter who had aimed at her. “Who did ‘at??” she grumbled, wildly looking around until she settled on a Caucasian hunter with clawed gauntlets. She glared, long and hard.
Dev would have attempted to force her way through the crowd to bite him, but a pat at her side drew her attention. Her ears twitched. “Only half a fit difference,” she noted, tail swishing.
(( OOC: Character Name: Dev (Student) HP: 30/30 Target: n/a Damage: n/a Effect: n/aAppearance Dev is in her natural form: a green dog with glowing eyes and curled tail, about 6 feet
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:15 pm
Away from the hunters, Sparrow ran across the island again, back to where Tybalt, Mei, and Jove had been. He had seen the nets flying, had heard the outraged snarling howl of the black dog as one had collapsed around him, and Sparrow ran full tilt towards them, his lips pressed together in a grim expression.
He arrived a moment too late, however - someone had already managed to free Tybalt, and Sparrow skidded to a halt, his scythe still held tightly within his hands.
"You all right?" he asked him, breathing a bit heavily, but he offered the black dog a smile anyway, reaching out to rub the top of his furry head. "Not too hurt, I hope, except for perhaps a bit of your pride?"
[ HP: 40/40 Target: Damage: ]
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:17 pm
Zar gave Auri the sort of winning smile only an Incubus could. "My pleasure m'dear." he crooned.
But before he could say more the old familiar sapping weakening sensation hit Zar from behind as the net closed over him and immediately he was thrown back to the memories of the first few weeks of school. Being trapped then had ended in horrible agonising dissapation. So it was almost a conditioned response to expect the same thing all over again this time. He struggled and fought the net with an outright HISS in the sun hunter's direction, all pretence of decorum tossed aside. He was ANGRY.
"Coward!"
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OOC: - JUST RP Character Name: Zar HP: 40/40 Target: None Status: CAUGHT Damage: ?? Fear: GC
Appearance A very formal looking demon, dressed in a long conquest style robe with four perfectly polished horns and a long tentacle like tail [x]
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Rown rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:19 pm
Chuppi had been watching as the nets started to come down and she dodged a few, having laearned all too painfully from before what those things were and how they would drain FEAR. When a student nearby went down she quickly dashed to his side and tried to pull the net off, a thin wail of disappointment issuing from her throat as she was unable to remove it. she looked down at the student inside, unable to place Zar.
"I am sorry. I will stay and protect you though, they will not take you." This student was a first year, maybe a second? Either way the chupacabra turned and looked out towards the hunters, her claws and spines ready. She had attacked no one thus far, let one of them give her a reason to!
------------------------ (( OOC: Character Name: Temes HP: 40 Target: - Damage: - Effect: [ -5 to rolls ] 0/2 attacks Number of People Currently Attacking Me: /3 )) Appearance Temes is a 2' 8" female chupacabra, a monster with green skill and massive quills. She is currently looking really unnerved yet somewhat strong-willed.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:21 pm
The small ghoul seemed more timid than usual as she moved between her friends and grabbed onto their sleeves possessively. Finding them again had been her goal, and now those damn things were here trying to ruin all of that again? What the hell did they ever do to them?
Watching as a few nets flew by the Mouryou moved to holding their hands with a tight grip and turned her bright eyes upwards to them. "I'm not going to let them get you guys." It was a simple statement but she meant it. She turned her attention back to the hunters and growled. There was no fear in her small body - only anger, hatred.
"I wonder what they taste like." She said with a glint in her eyes.
If one got too close she'd be sure to find out.------------------------ (( OOC:Character Name: Alamea HP: 30/30 Target: No one - yet. Damage: This is how much damage you dealt. Effect: n/a Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3 Item: First Aid Kit)) Appearance Mea is a 4'10'' girl with long, straight white hair. She has red rabbit hears which hang down through her hair and a tail, when she smiles you can see the hint of her sharp jaw.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:22 pm
Jude was kind of mocking the black dog and quite frankly Deryk wasn't really sure if it would be a good idea to provoke them any further. Especially since he soon realized that the big black canine was freed from the net. "Uh oh. Uh. Jude. Puppy's free," he said while quickly nudging his friend. They probably should keep an eye out. He was pretty certain that this one was out for his blood. The trainee didn't quite get it why black dogs seemed to always want to kill him specifically. Did he smell like puppy chow or something? Quote: Deryk's HP: 50 Target: n/a Damage:n/a Charge:/3 Status: Appearance: Blond hunter wearing Assassin's creed-like attire with a hidden blade. Now with trap gun!
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:23 pm
The hunter Faustus had lunged for seemed pretty badly injured as is. He flexed his hands as he grazed past, turning to stare to him for a moment. These hunters were quite rude to the Halloweeners, some might even go so far to call them evil. But unlike these hunters, who saw every Halloweener as a pesky nuisance to be eradicated, the demon decided he would prove himself the better boil. He would spare the human. And with that he turned, making his way back through the crowd.
Pink hair caught his line of sight, and Faustus noticed Amarus not far across the battlefield, waving him over. He hurried up to her, noticing a shift among the Hunters.
"What is this??" he asked to no one in particular, inclining the hunters and their strange new regimen. It seemed almost as though they were preparing for something ... and odd, but the students seemed to driven back, in a single, combined group. ... Were, they, really planning to trap and surround them?? ...
He noted as Amarus moved closer, this time in front of him, and Olivia as well. He smiled softly. "And I've got your backs." He grinned from behind her, turning, his claws braced and ready before him. "If they take us down, they take us down together."
It was then that the guns were fired, as nets began to unfurl and fall across students. Jack da** them.
------------------------ (( OOC:Character Name: Faustus HP: 30/30 Target: Damage:Effect: N/A Appearance Faustus is a lanky built Flame Demon with rather large round orange eyes, fiery red hair, and black, flaming wings. He wears a notable pair of goggles, tattered longcoat and pinstripe pants. Or click here
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