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 Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 9:40 pm
He'd caught her first shout--and the creepy a** voice that had mimicked him. Roch's hand shot out, summoning his guitar as he raced towards them and--
Watched Taryn rip the thing apart like it was paper. For a second he stood there, a blank expression on his face. He couldn't SAY anything, though, no matter how hard he tried because--
Well, seriously, seeing Taryn rip an enemy apart like that was...
Well... y'know... kinda AWESOME.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 9:45 pm
What? The slug had been going after Mort? ...well that was interesting. She was unable to stop herself from destroying it in a fit of rage, and it had dissipated before she could remove any parts. Oh, wait--!
A grin shot across Taryn's face. Right, Roch had come back! He had been looking for her! The ghoul ran over and flung her arms around Roch's neck, kissing him soundly on the lips and falling back to her feet with her smile still glowing. She was too relieved to really realize what she had done, and forget about actually caring. "Roch! Are you okay?!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 8:36 am
The punk boil reeled mentally, because, let's face it, that was his second kiss--and the first one had been stolen. For a second he stared down at her with a befuddled expression with a hint of a grin. Then, abruptly, he hauled her into a hug, burying his face in her neck.
"Thank Jack you're alive," he muttered against her throat. Then he looked at Mort over her shoulder, raising one pierced eyebrow. "Why is she jacking FREEZING?" he demanded of the other boil. "Have you two been rolling in the snow or some stupid s**t?"
So now all of it was Mort's fault. Poor, poor Mort. Pissed off punks were never fun.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 9:48 am
In response, Mort just sort of stared. He wanted to say he'd offered his coat, really, that he tried to be gentlemanly when he wasn't cowering in a corner. But his chest was burning, his head was reeling, and the little shocks coming from his brain anytime too much snow accumulated on his face didn't help. Talking just didn't seem an option at the moment, not when he didn't feel much like a fighting Halloweener against these new weird Christmas creations.
So the zomboil just stood there, a little hunched over, hands pocketed, hood up, and stared. Well at least until an eye twitched as a snowflake hit it. And then he rumbled out a soft, "Mrrrrr . . ."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 9:54 am
"It's not his fault," Taryn said, still hanging off of Roch's neck. He had, of course, pushed her down into the snow, but he hadn't been in exactly the right mind at the time. "I fell in the snow, that's all." She really was cold, though, and damp and possibly catching something. Still, it hadn't been Mort's fault.
"Something's wrong," she said then, voice lowered so only Roch could hear as she turned to look at Mort once again. "He doesn't like the monsters. He's been... having flashbacks, or something..." The ghoul's face mushed up to one side and she gave a sad sigh. Poor, poor Mort...
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 10:03 am
"Undead, fire, I get it, but," Roch said, looking at Mort. "Undead up, man, this isn't the time to dwell on how many times you died, or jack like that." Oh yes, he was so kind and compassionate, wasn't he? But just earlier he'd been thinking of how HE wasn't equipped for this s**t, but this--this was a whole 'nother level of pathetic.
Reluctantly he pulled away from Taryn, reaching up and touching her hair with a scowl. Then, abruptly, he stripped his gloves off, handing them to her. "Warm up your hands," he told her. "We're going back to the dorms and you're going to get dried off and change."
He hadn't thought about her needing pants, what with the fur, but he should have.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 10:07 am
"Oh, I-- alright..." Taryn somewhat reluctantly took Roch's gloves, and she was grateful for them. Her hands were still chilled, but in the too-large garment they felt like they might be warming up a bit. She took one of Roch's hands and turned to Mort, offering her other hand out to him. "Come on. We're gonna go inside. There's monsters to capture in there for sure..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 10:30 am
"Undead up"? What was that supposed to mean? Be a real undead, go bury yourself in the snow and come up with your hands out like you're ready to go out in a hoard against these monstrosities, moaning and groaning like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed?
The small logical, if not a tad bitter, part of his brain asked why Taryn didn't just spew more fire out while she was at it to get herself and Roch warm? Wasn't that what chimeras were good for? Who cared if the zombie had another freak out? But Mort shot it down, because he really didn't want to start alienating a friend just because he was still suffering a meltdown. He was supposed to be cheery, simple, and more concerned about getting samples - not being a self-centered, passive-aggressive emo.
So he took her hand but still said nothing, like the icy wind had sealed his stitched lips shut, still bent against the wind in an attempt to not get more snow in his face.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 11:52 am
"Capture? You guys want to capture one of them?" Roch asked, tugging her along. He didn't complain about her holding Mort's hand, they didn't want anyone to get lost. "Well, jack, had I known I would have left that annoying candlewaxer alive," he said. "Next one, for sure," he promised, glancing at them both.
"You're Mort, right?" he asked the zombie boil. The one that kept making a** jokes to Xiu. And he seemed to know Taryn really well--and hadn't there been a fight over this nerd boil on movie night? Seriously, Roch thought, what. the. jack?
And yeah, undead up. If Amrita could suffer for three days without moving after dying so many times, yet still keep going, this guy could too. Not that he figured he needed to say that. And Christof! Look at Christof! One of the toughest guys Roch knew! The boil was mentally listing some of the toughest undead he knew as he trudged through the snow, unconsciously tugging Taryn's hand towards his pocket again.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 3:00 pm
At both of Roch's questions, Mort nodded mutely. What other plan could he have at this point? Perhaps if they moved inside where he wouldn't have to worry about being hit with frozen water, he might be in a more talkative mood. Or he'll just stay shut up, who knew? And as far as Taryn was concerned, holding a corpse's hand was not the best way to keep warm, gloves or not - he was rather frigid to the touch, if not clammy even. Though it didn't look like he was letting go anytime soon!
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 5:34 pm
"It was Mort's idea," Taryn nodded. Mort was being strange and it almost frightened her, but the boil was going through something she couldn't quite fathom. The best she could do was try and chat, to keep things upbeat and hopeful while whatever went on went on. "We can see if there's something to use when we stop at my room. I know I must have something..."
Some girls collected makeup. Taryn collected scientific apparatus.
The ghoul had no issue holding each boil's hands, especially considering how lost she had been minutes ago. Mort seemed unwilling to let go as it was. She barely even noticed her hand in Roch's pocket again. "What happened while we were separated? I just ran into Mort, and we had to fight... twice."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 5:41 pm
"I ran into Danny and Edel," he said. "And then I got stuck fighting off christmastival boxes that kept biting and tackling me, the mean little jackers. And then when we had cut down a lot of them this massive box came out and SWALLOWED both of them, and then this crazy chick with a cat that turned into a cannon showed up and shot the box, then yelled at us and ran away..."
He frowned, still a bit confused by that one. Then he shrugged it off. "I skipped out before Danny decided I could carry her everywhere--the snow, y'know? And ran into this freaky teddy scare that kept trying to hug me to death..." And decided to quit school.
But then he'd gotten a kiss. Life seemed a hell of a lot better to the simple minded reaper. What were a few snow creatures when you got kissed for showing up?
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 8:39 pm
Boxes were getting violent too? Sweet Sally, this was getting almost ridiculous. But beyond the occasional frown (cat cannons? bear-hugging menaces?), still Mort was not speaking. Though he did wonder how the flame demon was working with the new climate. Or how Edel was, conversely. Hrrrrrm.
Feeling a bit slow on the pace, Mort tried to hasten them onward as much as a zombie could. Anything to get out of the snow, really - the cold he was just fine with.
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chiickadee rolled 2 12-sided dice:
5, 11
Total: 16 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 8:47 pm
 "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" screamed the nutcracker. "AHHHHHHHH SANTAA CHRISTMAS AHHHHHHHHHH." That was what he screamed as he kicked Roch. Right in the crotch. The Cracker of Nuts Attack roll: 2 d12 Damage: 10 (Roch) HP: 6/6
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bobaTJ rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 8:51 pm
Taryn just nodded as Roch explained his adventuring. It was all worrisome, really, just as she'd imagined it would be, and she wished that she had been there to at least give some modicum of help. She had found Mort, though, and they had both been so alone...
The ghoul picked up her pace to keep up with Mort (she didn't have a choice, with that grip) and-- [
No. Just no. Taryn breathed deep and kicked out herself, hitting the whatever-it-was square in the wooden crotch.
"NO."
HP: 19/30
Damage: 11
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