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 Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 9:40 am
Malodore had been heading for the library, ready to get in a bit of studying, when a bit of paper blew past it. The wording made it tense up immediately - was that thing that made the faces back around here somewhere? It still wanted a word on legalities from that stupid creature!
Thus, the plague doctor ended up helping with the cleanup efforts, though it kept looking suspiciously for anything with a face like OwO. It did, however, look up when Pepin hissed.
"The... the what now?" it inquired, polite yet confused.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 9:51 am
Pepin turned to Mal with a raised brow and quickly rushed to its side, placing a hand on its shoulder. "Shhhhh! Shhhhh..."
Her finger brushed its beak slowly as she hushed it. "We can't speak too loudly about the wedding gift. You see, apparently PEOPLE
HAVE
DIED. Students got involved in the affair and well... s**t happened."
O-O
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 2:05 pm
Malodore blinked behind its lenses, very slowly. Affair? Wedding gift? What... what. "Ah, yes, ah... even as you say," it stammered back to Pepin, utterly unsure what to make of this. It certainly didn't want to die.
"Perhaps it should, ah, be returned then?" It hadn't seen the object clearly before it vanished into Vieve's pocket though.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 5:24 pm
EVENT 1: ????? Before anyone else could say a single word, before the secretary could tell Pepin to seriously shut up, the entire hallway seemed to distort and spin, a glow centering from Vieve's pocket where she had picked up the artifact-
- and then the floor dropped out from the students.
When the first of them woke up, they would notice that everything seemed immensely cold. Snow and wind buffeted the students, though some of them simply had trouble standing in the two-foot pile of snow that had already accumulated on the ground. The skies were barren and grey, and there was not a single other thing in sight other than the students, and mounds and mounds of snow. Upon inspecting the uneven clumps of snow further, they seemed to form a strange circle around the current students' location, and oddly enough, bits and pieces of stuff were poking out from some of them. Perhaps it was a clue?
Vieve would also notice that the pendant in her pocket was absolutely gone. Perhaps it had disappeared during the transport. Where in Jack's name were they anyway?OOC At this point, the students are free to search around, though it is probably not wise to wander far. They can use their natural forms or student forms at this point, but please specify in the RP. - If you have not joined the rp prior to this point, you can still "hop in".- They can also kick over a mound of snow to find clues. Roll a 100-sided dice and match your roll with the results. 1-50: You find snow underneath the snow, good job 51 - 70: As you kick over a pile of snow, you begin to hear an odd sound, a strange humming, whining noise 71- 90: You kick over what seems to be like an old coat... it is a strange white material covered in gold lacing, but it is absolutely filthy and unwearable 91-100: You find a small, bony hand, and as you try to pull it out realize, there is only the hand. Odd.
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Bittiface rolled 1 100-sided dice:
98
Total: 98 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 5:41 pm
Mot whistled happily as he traversed the halls, a small bounce in his step. What a fabulous day for a stroll through the-- what was this? Litter? What simply would not do! No litter on Mot's pleasant walk!
The reaper moved to pick up one of the strange pieces of paper and..
..prompty fell through the floor.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA----OOF!!" Mot face planted into a snow drift, leaving a cowboil shaped indent in the snow.
After a moment of flailing and sputtering, the reaper popped up from the pile of snow. "Where in Jack's name am I?" The reaper kicked the snow around him to get out of his snowy bed.
His foot hit something, and upon further inspection.... he yelped like a little ghoul and fled from the dismembered hand.
"EW EW EW EWWWWWW!!!!"
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Ice Queen rolled 1 100-sided dice:
63
Total: 63 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 5:46 pm
He was woken by someone sharp and bony landing on top of him. For a long moment he sat there, gasping for a long moment--and freezing his freakin' balls a** EVERYTHING off. Once he got a gasping breath he sat up, looking around.
"Jackdammit, Mot," he said in a raspy breath, "You are WAY too bony." He shoved himself to his feet, wiping the snow off the best he could and kicking the nearest pile of snow. "What is this stuff?"
He stopped as the humming, whiny noise started up, cursing his luck. "Son of a witch, the noise is back again!"
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Miliardo Kason rolled 1 100-sided dice:
82
Total: 82 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 5:46 pm
Wrong place, right time, wrong time, did it matter what time?
The last time she had passed through the wrong hallway she ended up on a trip to follow a few of the teachers around eavesdropping. This time she wandered into a hall noticing Pepin and Malodore and a few others wandering around. The big problem? The floor suddenly gave out before she could even wave or say hi to anyone.
"OH JACK DAMMIT~!" The floor was gone and she was falling thumping gently against the snow, it was cold and wet. Just like Christmas again. "No no no no, I hate snow! Snow in my boots! Stupid freaking snow!" She stood up stomping about kicking the nearest pile in irritation. "Anyone here where are we and what the Jack-Damn just happened!?"
For a moment she leaned down poking at a jacket that popped out from under the snow, it was white with odd gold trim and completely ruined from top to bottom. "Worthless."
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 5:56 pm
Oops. He landed on Roch. Not as if he meant to, but still. The reaper scoffed at Roch's comment, turning his head with a huff. "Like I can help that!" Mot yelped back, brushing himself off. Skin and bones the boil was. He may have said that, but his general avoidance of food was probably the cause.
"What noise?" Back again? Mot shut his trap for a moment to hear the strange noise Roch had found. "Cover it with snow?" Mot suggested.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 5:59 pm
"Why don't I break it instead?" Roch said, holding out a fist and summoning his guitar. "Cuz I doubt this... snow stuff would do that great a job of silencing it, y'know? And then someone else would just kick it again--"
He raised his guitar high in the air, about to slam it down on the poor, defenseless pile of snow.
This wasn't just Roch logic, it was Moch Logic, which... it seems, was even stupider. Good job, boils!
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 6:01 pm
"WOAH! Easy there, partner!" Mot held back Roch's arms. "What did the snow do to you? We invaded it's home land! There's no need to cause a ruckus now, right?"
Was that supposed to make sense? It was Moch logic. It made sense to them.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 6:04 pm
Arms crosed Sammy stared at Roch and Mot as they discussed the fine point of killing snow piles. "You know this a bit of an interesting situation. I mean I hate snow just as much as the next person when it gets in your boots but beating it up with a guitar? That's a bit much don't you boils think?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 6:12 pm
"It's not the s--ah--ah--ACHOO!" Roch sneezed. "Son of a witch, this stuff is FREEZING! Mot, gimme your jacket," he said, trying to steal the other boil's coat, still having his guitar in his hand. "It's not the--" He sneezed again. "Snow. It's that whiny noise that's drivin' me mad."
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 6:16 pm
Sammy's speculation was met with a head tilt. "A bit....much?" Was it? It seemed perfectly logical to Mot. He would have pondered this amtter with the ghoul some more, however, it seemed as if his punk haired pal was stripping him. "Wha--HEY! No! I'll free---"
Too late. The jacket was gone.
"Y-you wouldn't be so cold if you covered up a little, Punk! I don't think I've ever seen you wear a proper shirt!" The cowboil quivered, holding his arms.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 6:23 pm
"Well what ever noise you're talking about I don't hear it to be honest." She glanced at the piles of snow around them, unaware of what humming the boil spoke of. Before she could say more Roch was tackling Mot and stripping him of his coat. For someone with the skill to crush the Terror Warrior course Roch was a bit of a dork she noted.
Still with poor Mot now freezing she stripped her usual green jacket chucking it at the other boil, "Take this and both of you stop fussing. I'm dead so the cold doesn't mean a thing to me besides being annoying."
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Sosiqui rolled 1 100-sided dice:
84
Total: 84 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 6:31 pm
In the blink of an eye, they were... somewhere else. Malodore turned sharply, pivoting on one hoof, but the entirety of the Amityville campus had seemingly been replaced with snow. A similarly cold wind pushed at the plague doctor, ruffling its coat and making its feathers chime against each other. "Dove..." it said, quietly, slogged a few steps forward through the snow, then tripped over something that wasn't snow at all.
It crouched, and after a little bit of digging exposed an extremely battered coat, filthy but possibly once-white. It seemed to be trimmed with gold, but the garment had been thoroughly ravaged by the elements and possibly by time as well. The plague doctor stood, its eyes narrowed behind the lenses.
It didn't like this. Not one bit. Not after what had happened the last time they got mysteriously transported somewhere...
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