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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-24)
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 Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 8:13 pm
Rep was fighting on two fronts, on one there was a giant pumpkin, on the other his own sense of guilt and shame. He was sorry Harrison had to fight alongside him, sorry people had chosen him for Sun and he just wasn't strong or good enough.
Tracey hissed. actually be sorry.>
It was enough to make him huffily swing again, once again actually hitting plant rather than nothing at all.
"I'm sorry I can't hit it harder." he said, leaning against Harrison briefly.
HP: 58/60
DMG: 6
Charge: 2/3
Turn: 3/3
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 8:34 pm
"You have a funny way of showing it," she teased, poking his nose with her other hand. "But if you wanna help spread happiness--which is an amazing goal and I'm super proud of you by the way--" Tears might have been incoming again (this time from happiness, honest), but she blinked hard and kept on smiling instead. "If you wanna do that, I think Jake looks lonely again since Sherry's playing with the pumpkin."
Stormy made a gesture with her head that said we should fix that.
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 8:42 pm
The pumpkin kindly decided, after a number of hunters wailed on it, to release Kostya from its vined grasp. He fell to the ground with a dull thud. His skin crawled from where it had held him, because he could still feel the ghost touch of a vine wrapped around his midsection and wrist. With another wail, pitiful and not at all dignified in any way whatsoever, the trainee did his damnedest to retreat. The formerly pristine coat was now covered in grass stains, and his face was smudged with dirt from the fall.
"Harrowing," Kostya muttered, dizzily looking around the field for a familiar face. In the end, he merely stumbled towards the furthest stack of bodies he could find, living or dead.
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 8:48 pm
But then the pumpkin was done playing with Sherry, the screaming thing dropping her like a hot potato. Sherry hit the ground with a thud! feeling very much like a potato someone had used as a kickball.
She decided to take a moment and stare at the dark, fog hidden sky. Today was shaping up to be a no good, horrible, very bad day. Maybe she'd get herself assigned to Australia or something. She'd take random deadly fauna over meetings any day.
But first... she should probably move.
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 9:24 pm
Melvin had been about to respond to Stormy and her confession (and possibly to drag her into the hug pile), when a portal sucked them all in.
Dumped on grass, he was happy to see that there was no desert. Then he felt bad to see the laying bodies and tormented hunters. He instantly regretted not being summoned sooner, and putting his needs and desires to apologizez before his duties as a hunter to help. Then he wondered if he was any use to anyone here and if he was actually considered help or just thrown in with the capable group. He worried about the unmoving and groaning bodies on the ground, and wanted to help, but he wasn't a Moon and didn't feel he knew enough to make a different. It was best to let the Moons take care of things.
He'd just sit in the back like he always did and try not to get in the way.
But the pumpkin demanded attention, and as it turned and smiled at them, as Melvin, he imagined that it's flailing tentacles were waving hello.
Melvin rose his hand up and waved back. "Hello....pumpkin."
Then reaching out, it took Rin and held her up. Surprised, he started to run over, but stopped before the pumpkin. It was still smiling, and the way it was holding it seemed like it was happy to see them. It was just infected with Insanity. Melvin had been infected with parasites. As a Lifer, he should be curing these diseases.
"We should cure the pumpkin." He said to himself, before looking up at Rin. "I'm sorry I didn't bring a ladder...and I'm not taller. I'm not a good boyfriend!" He called up to her, cupping his mouth to let his voice carry up to her. "I'll plan better next time if you still want to bother with me! I can understand why you wouldn't!" He then paused a moment, thinking of what he might need to say before calling back up to her. "I kinda love you!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 10:28 pm
Welp. Welp.She'd been half right, Hot Angry Teacher did dump them all off somewhere. Man just couldn't seem to deal with his problems while also staying in one place. Bouncing on her heels, America thought things were improving a little right up until the moment Kostya got grabbed. She dashed forward to horeically take her ******** Russian back and...promptly fell on her face. She'd tripped over a useless corpse. With an angry grunt, she tried to kick it away as she got to her feet and heard a soft, pained groan. And just like that the corpse was a person again. Lips tighly compressed, America shot another glance at her friend, other hunters already engaging in the fight to get him and the others back. Even Taym was in the thick of it and she felt both thankful and jealous, because was being the big damn hero, she was dragging an unconscious hunter further away from the fight and checking their injuries over. She couldn't do much, and damn, there were special bandages you get, right? Why hadn't she gotten approved for them before now? Cursing softly, America did what she could for the hunter, and another nearby, until there was suddenly a dirty and dazed Kostya and she was upon him in a flash. Outside of their one spar, America never really touched him. He shied away and kept careful distances, and she tried to respect that. But this wasn't some everyday how-do and her hands were firm, almost impersonal as she gripped his chin and stared into his face. Wordlessly, she turned it to one side, and then the other until she finally let go and took a step back to inspect him quickly, head to toe. "You okay?"
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Zoobey rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-24)
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 11:10 pm
"What have you done?" Now this was quite rare for the Death- the D word lead to say, though perhaps the criteria for weird had long been surpassed by Caelius either knighting or sensitivity baptizing Lucky, and just slightly less weird than him accepting Gale as his new son. All in all it looked like it was just one of those days.
"Son," began Caelius, frowning deeply, so basically his generic expression during battles, "I don't think the entity," he was using its proper name, "appreciates what you've done at all and I don't think they appreciate liars. You can fool Stormy, you can fool everyone else, but there are ways to tell the truth, if you ..." he just continued on this strain for a while about how to sensitively and delicately not tell a lie, "... and I'm ashamed to say it, but I think you need a lesson. On proper sensitivity."
Gale sort of just got sideswiped by scythe that was quite impressive but not as big as overcompensating sniper rifles and axes, and the Death- the D word lead stood in his full glory staring down at Gale. He looked pretty torn up about it which just meant he looked like he was intensely thinking. "It hurts me more than it hurts you."
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 12:05 am
"It's evil," Mark corrected Otto, somehow sucked into the portal still tied up in a perfect flower print cocoon bundle, "just like I am." He seemed really sad about this and rolled over to sadly narrate his own downfall. "Darkness, eternal, woe is-"
-"Oh, can it old man." Oz, taking a breather from attempting to have his weapon reach any part of the flailing vines, wasn't impressed by Mark's speech.
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 4:12 am
One minute everything was awesome and covered in hugs, the next minute a giant hungry fruit was dragging her off with the most menacing of smiles. Rin thrashed about, attempting to grab the ground before it became well out of reach and she was high in the air being shaken like a toddlers rattle. There was a pause in her terrified screaming as she looked for Melvin and his help.
She just kind of stared at Melvin. Quietly wondering if he was serious. He seemed serious. This was the sad part.
Just when she was sure that was it, she was ******** because everyone was ******** useless with feels, she found herself being dropped back to the grass-covered earth like the other two with a grunt.
She immediately hopped up and attempted to brush the Pumpkin cooties off her clothes.
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prolixity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 4:14 am
Noah hadn't spotted the portal being drawn; therefore, when he was sucked in along with everyone else and dumped out into a foggy, grassy space, he was utterly unprepared. He landed hard on his rear, not far from one of the fallen figures on the ground. The man looked dead. His eyes were glassy, and he was twisted in an unnatural-looking position, and he lay very, very still. Noah stayed just as still for the first few moments, taking in this fact. He'd never seen a dead body in person before.
When he looked up, there was yet another new and unpleasant experience to process. He'd seen and heard the blurred shapes and sounds of Fear creatures before, but this was far clearer and more terrifying. He thought distantly that its jack-o-lantern shape should make it less scary, but the fact was that that didn't help at all. Noah scrambled to his feet. The motion attracted the attention of a nearby vine, which smacked hard into his stomach.
He stumbled back, trying to catch his breath, and chopped at the vine with Laz -- when had he summoned his weapon? He didn't think he'd had a conscious thought to that effect, but the cleaver was in his hand anyway -- and grazed it lightly as it pulled away.
Lazarus growled gleefully. BITE IT MORE, he demanded. I'M HUNGRY.
HP: 35/40
Dmg: 2
Charge: 1/3
Turn: 1/3
Total damage to pumpkin: 82
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 4:33 am
When Rin was dropped, Melvin held out his arms to catch her - and missed. Saying a lot of sorrys as he ran over, he immediately hugged her. "I thought the pumpkin wasn't going to share you but I didn't want to ask and was just going to wait my turn. I've been really selfish lately and don't want to ever be that way again. I'll share." He held her tightly. "I'll tell it later to be more delicate with people."
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 5:07 am
"You're only calling it evil because you're sad.." Otto consoled Mark, kneeling to pat the man's head. "There there..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 9:35 am
"It's true," Mark sobbed, and clung - within discrection considering his cocoon- to Otto while destruction rained down around them in the form of pumpkin bits. "I'm just so lonely." He stared up at Otto with large homeless eyes, "Can-can we be soulmates? I'll be the best evil soulmate ever and stuff. You can even join the Dark Side."
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 9:41 am
Otto wrapped his arms around the poor, cocooned homeless man, holding close to soothe his emotional turmoil. "Yes, Mark! I'll join the dark side with you. I won't let you be alone!""You'll never be alone again." He drawled in a hushed voice. 
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 1
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 9:53 am
Nevada found her way to Otto eventually, grabbing the death hunter by the collar of his shirt.
"Otto, Less darkside, more fighting." She hissed as she pulled out her tommy gun, firing at the vines that held at Sherry.
"Hey Sherry!" Nevada called up, "Hold in there baby girl...Get you down there soon enough!" Hopefully.
HP: 45/50
Damage: 4
Charge: 1/3
Turn: 1/3
Total Pumpkin: 86
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