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kuropeco rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-6)
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 Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 6:04 am
Beta Five was, in fact, not dead.
Huh. I could have sworn I -
Nope, never mind, not going to argue with it.
Pushing himself up into a sitting position, he glanced around, attempting to figure out just where he was. Canvas walls. Discarded bags. Ahhh, yes, the lovely tent - "home base," was it?. He was back in the tent.
...with no injuries. Hadn't he been attacked by about a bagillion people all at once? Huh. That was odd. Not that he was complaining.
...except, after patting down his hip to look for his gun, he found he had no weapon. Well, that sucks.
With a sigh, Beta Five hoisted himself to his feet, making his way around the tent to look for something to use. After a bit of searching, he managed to find a small mace. Sadly not as nice or intimidating as the gun, but it would have to do. So, Five picked up, held it tightly, and went to find some horse butt to kick.
[ exit post ]
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Muffinsbaby rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 3:08 pm
[Beta 8 resurrection, HALLELUJAH~!!!!!...*cough*]
This was wierd. Last thing he remembered was a slew of the pink members ganging up on him and beating him to death but....he was waking up in the base tent? This island was just too wierd~! His mind instantly flooded with thoughts of the others still in the cornfield, especially Bee, and he sat up with a start, fumbling for his nunchuks so he could charge out again and help them but they were no where for him to find. 'Well what now?' he thought before looking around and picking up a gun. 'I guess this will just have to do...'
[Beta 8 aquired a gun with rubber pellets]
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 12:09 am
Beta Eight did not have time to go anywhere. Someone was blocking their path.
For a good minute they just stood there, silently, giving Beta Eight a hollow, hooded gaze. "And where do you think you are going?"
The stranger's posture made it evident that she was going nowhere fast. From their sleeve they pulled out a most peculiar object, a pendant, it hummed, and something rippled to life behind them. A glowing blue door-sized creation.
"You will follow this portal inside." It was not a question, but a demand((OOC: - It is mandatory at this point for Beta Eight to go Into the Dark Cove. You have arrived at the beginning of the GM'ed "break phase" and can interact with the other squad members already in there as you wish until further GM post notices))
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 6:22 am
Bait just stared. Really? What was this thing? It was blocking his path to get back to helping Bee and the others. But there, he saw a pendant....was this the guy playing with everyone? Bait's anger flared, but soon dissipated, he wasn't one to get angry over nothing, he had, in fact, lived, and perhaps this was his chance at survival. 'Good luck, Bee. I'll help you somehow.'
[Exit to Dark Cove]
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 9:16 pm
Beta I sighed as she was getting comfortable, flicking the dagger in her hand. Then- "Oh." Where had they come from. And- Huh. Whatever. Rolling with it, Beta I just shrugged and leo strut the s**t out of there.
(exiting to traveling thread)
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 4:54 am
Oh man. Oh man.
Beta Two was currently trembling a corner of the bright blue tent, scared as she was from the mysterious figure that appeared before Beta Eight.
I need to get away from here. I need to get out NOW. What if that... Being comes back?! I don't want to go anywhere with him!
Why can't I just die already?! I am so scared.
Desperately looking around in search of some sort of support inside the empty tent, Beta Two slipped quietly out into the shadowy cornfields.
[Beta II is now in Hiding]
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