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 Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 2:01 pm
Muka was trying to keep as calm a composure as the others but the uneasy ruffling of his wings gave him away. In a moment there was a cracking bone noise, a stretch of sinew, and where the boil stood was now a 6' tall owl beast with a jagged black beak. His large golden eyes gave him away as to his true identity. "I was in the faculty building with Israfel.." His voice was harsher but still himself. He looked much more comfortable this way. "He hasn't followed but Nurse Cricket said Arel was missing and then she left to find others who needed help." HP: 30 / 30 Status: -- Target: -- Dmg: -- Boss: -- Anything of note: Muka is now in his true form, a 6' tall owl.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 2:03 pm
Roch reached down, taking her hand in his. "Hey, don't worry, we can get you a new one, I promise," he told her as he stood. "And I get the feeling all of this is gonna be over soon," he added, looking up at the fog before glancing around. For a second his eyes landed on Xiu, then moved to Sparrow, a slight twist of his lips the only response to the other reaper's presence. Rainbow colored dragon, Christof used as a mule, various others, some he knew, some he didn't... His hand tightened on the guitar as he remembered the last time a group like this had happened. "Jack I hope there aren't any fish..." HP: 17/40
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 2:12 pm
Riyo had done her best to stick behind Xiu as the fog grew thick, her hands clinging to one of the blankets the invisible dog parade had brought by. She was cold, tired, and smelled faintly of peppermint and minipet. Moreover, she just didn't seem to give a ********.
Well, except for the sounds of insanity echoing overhead. Those made her pretty nervous.
Her hazcat, who now resided on her shoulder, kept a wary glance up at the swirling object overhead, fur standing on end at the very feel of the atmosphere.  My HP: 9 My Status: -- My Target: -- Damage Dealt: -- Collective Damage to Boss: -- Anything attacked/attackers should note: Riyo looks like something the cat dragged in. *BA DM CHH*
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 2:31 pm
Mitsu stood quietly by as more students began to gather. Her eyes finally settled on the dragon who had spoke earlier noticing for the first time his...bright and festive arrangement of colors. There were myths about there being a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow right? Didn't dragons, or at least some, hoard treasure? Wouldn't that be fitting.
Tugging on her scarf nervously, Mitsu turned to see that some of the others in their group had joined them, offering a wave to Xiu and a bit sheepishly to Riyo. She was still rather certain the ghoul was mad at her or perhaps she just hated her now instead. Mitsu wasn't sure, she would have to make it up to her somehow.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 2:40 pm
There was a horrible snapping sound that emanated from Ulmuka, and Sparrow took an automatic step away, eyes flickering. The change was quick and loud, but once it was finished there no longer stood a pointy toothed boil - instead, standing beside him was a towering beast, Ulmuka snapping his beak in agitation.
"Israfel?" repeated Sparrow, with a slight frown. The name was unfamiliar to him. He tapped a finger against the metal of the scythe, and a movement to his left made his gaze shift a little in that direction.
Roch.
Sparrow's eyes narrowed, lifting his chin defiantly. He wasn't about to try anything - not right here, or right now - but his last encounter with the reaper boil had not so easily been forgotten.
Jackdamned boil.
Sparrow lifted his hand, idly rubbing at the back of his neck. He gave Roch a brief glare, but then said to Muka "What do we do know? Any ideas?"  [ My HP: 40/40
My Status: --
My Target: --
Damage Dealt: --
Collective Damage to Boss: --
Anything attacked/attackers should note: Sparrow's got his giant scythe summoned and in hand. ]
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 2:45 pm
The thump of wings and light clatter of bones signaled the arrival of a somewhat reclusive student, who'd made an emergency landing when the air had become impossible to navigate. Two beady blue fires burned deep within the eye sockets of a dragon skull, flickering from student to student and finally following their collective gaze upward. The dragon craned his bony neck to puzzle out what he was looking at, his slack-jawed expression pretty universally readable as 'what the Jack'. The cold actually wasn't such a big deal to Aymet, who was always cold, all the time. Cold was kind of his thing. Snow and ice were also kind of his thing.
Strange, unfamiliar voices coming from the overhead fog... nnnot so much.
In fact, the last time he'd even seen fog this thick, he and the other undead dragons had been wandering around an island completely lost in it. But it hadn't been whispering or talking. And he'd seen (and avoided) a couple of nasty looking fights with strange creatures that looked somehow too... joyful... to be of this world.
He drummed his claws on the ground uncertainly and kept looking around, taking a hint from everyone else around him that this was a Pretty Big Deal.
My HP: 30/30?
My Status: -
My Target: -
Damage Dealt: -
Collective Damage to Boss: -
Anything attacked/attackers should note: Aymet is in natural form, a big skeleton dragon full of blue fire.
.... Everyone else was doing it sad
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 3:01 pm
Roch felt that look. For a moment he thought, then let out a groan, loosening his grip on his little sister's hand and heading for Sparrow, his guitar in his hand. "You know you're probably going to die again, don't you?" he asked when he got closer to the reaper. "We all are, I'm betting. You ready for it this time?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 3:03 pm
Muka's large head twitched on his shoulders, side to side. "I don't know anything else. I was at the play and this Rat King.. A REAL ONE.. showed up. And then it passed out and I left to find help." The rest he'd already told. His large eyes rested on the glowing blue dragon skeleton that landed. It was impressive. Muka giggled, one of very few he'd let out today due to the circumstances. That dragon was probably a good friend to have. Muka was slightly awed. HP: 30 / 30 Status: -- Target: -- Dmg: -- Boss: -- Anything of note: Muka is now in his true form, a 6' tall owl.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 3:08 pm
"Would it be better if I were in my natural form as well?" Chuppi's question came on the tail end of looking at everyone, all of them in forms not the humanish she had gotten used to seeing them in. If she changed then she'd get out of her bloody clothes at the very least, and she'd maybe feel a bit better against this cold? She was a lizard, albeit a warm-blooded one. . .
But then Roch said a word she didn't want to hear, since she'd followed along anyway. Die. "We....we're going to die? Again?"
A cold fear grabbed at her throat as she looked at the two reapers, hoping they were joking.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 3:27 pm
"Won't die."
The voice at first seemed like it came from the fog, from the multitude of hungry voices already whispering. But then a figure solidified - three figures, to be exact. The middle one spoke again.
"Won't die. And if do die, won't without fight."
Oh look, the zombie was late to the party; surprise!
Still, those who knew Mort probably hadn't seen him look so sober. Sure, the look was somewhat ruined by a once-in-a-while twitch in his face, compliments of an overload of wet snow from before messing with his electrical brain, but the point was he looked, for once, ready to fight. Both of his hands were grasping something on each side of him - Taryn's shoulder, Tset's hand.
To Roch, he quickly said, "Stay safer t-together. Numbers. B-Better fight with others than st-stay n' dark." Of course if either of the ghouls disagreed, he was probably in for some slaps. Or if Roch disagreed, a guitar to the face.HP: 30/30 Status: Dragging the poor ghouls with him Anything attacked/attackers should note: Mort has his coat's hood up over his head, currently flanked by two ghouls as they make their entrance.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 3:29 pm
The rainbow-colored fog was singularly disorienting. Malodore had stayed with the group as best it could, and after a brief detour (during which it had attacked a perfectly ordinary tree, mistaking it for a holiday opponent) the plague doctor arrived. It hesitated for a moment, staring at the already gathered students, trying to make sure none of them were JOYlings in disguise or something. The damn rainbow stain across its lenses made everything look vaguely hallucinogenic... as if it weren't already worried enough about hallucinations.
"Be on your guard, amici," it called out warily. "This fog is dangerous..."
My HP: 33/50
My Status: -
My Target: -
Damage Dealt: -
Collective Damage to Boss: -
Anything attacked/attackers should note: Mal is rainbow'd.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 3:31 pm
Sparrow gave Roch what could only be described as a withering stare.
"Are you?" he asked airily, leaning against his scythe as he turned to look at Muka. He followed the boil's gaze to the massive, skeletal dragon engulfed in blue flames and one brow rose, Sparrow's eyes flickering. He didn't recognize the student, but this one seemed to have swooped in at the last minute.
"I was at the play too," Sparrow said musingly. He felt tense, ill at ease, and he glanced down at the small ghoul beside Roch, unfamiliar and with a petrified expression on her face. He had no words to comfort her, since grudgingly he had to admit that the other reaper was most likely right in his assessment of their imminent deaths, but his expression softened anyway, Sparrow biting his lip.
"Roch will protect you," he said, and it was not sarcastic, Sparrow already turning away to speak to the dragon boil.
"Hey - what's your name?" [ My HP: 40/40
My Status: --
My Target: --
Damage Dealt: --
Collective Damage to Boss: --
Anything attacked/attackers should note: Sparrow's got his giant scythe summoned and in hand. ]
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 3:42 pm
((entering My HP: 30 My Status: Normal My Target: - Damage Dealt: - Collective Damage to Boss: - Anything attacked/attackers should note: Ash is in his natural form; seven and some feet tall and broader around the chest than usual.)) Ash had made a hasty retreat from the cafeteria, letting his natural take over. The hallways grew smaller, the world shrunk. The reaper lifted his head, finally swinging his sword over his shoulder, holding it effortlessly.
Suddenly, the reaper was in the shadow of a large dragon circling overhead. Curious; he hadn't seen one before. Especially not a bone dragon. He couldn't see Thackery for the time being, and the worry in his chest was growing, but...
He shuddered as the voices had a particularly loud swell.
"I will accompany the largest looking creature around, if you do not mind," Ashford said curtly, voice echoing underneath his helm. "I am Ashford." He swung the helm around, curious about the situation-- but...honestly?
Mostly...kind of afraid.
It was not a comfortable feeling, being afraid.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 3:52 pm
Roch looked at Sparrow. "Yeah, I'm ready," he said simply. "This will be... what, number five?" he said, mentally counting them off in his mind. "Yep, fifth time." Then he turned, looking down at Chuppi with a hesitant look. "Listen, Choops," he said, kneeling down in front of her. "I will happily jump in front of you if somethin' happens, you know that, right? But even if you dissipate, Halloween never dies. You'll be back, and badder than ever, understand? And I'll be right there to help you get over it, see?" Then he looked at Mort. There was a hint of rage in his eyes that he banked quickly, but clearly he wasn't happy with this decision. "Be more useful this time," he said coldly, moving closer to the zombie so he could whisper in his ear, "and if I catch you hiding behind Taryn or any cowardly s**t like that, I'll finish you off, myself."
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 3:53 pm
More and more students were coming around, though Jericho wasn't entirely certain if this was a good or bad thing. He was however, starting to feel a little self conscious due to his rainbowness. No doubt he looked a bit less threatening than he normally would in his true form. Damn rainbow santa scout rainbowfying everyone at the patch. He spotted Sheridan off in the distance, shifting to his natural state as well. And overhead, he saw a dracolich land. Staring at him for a few moments, he wondered if it was Aymet. The dragon hadn't seen him in his true form before, but the traits seemed to match up. Letting out a huff, he glanced to Malodore, nodding. "It is. And I keep getting the feeling that something wicked this way comes. If you get my drift."Then, turning to Bul, he looked over the half beast. He said he was alright, but he looked a little worn down in the very least.  My HP: 31 My Status: My Target: Damage Dealt: Collective Damage to Boss:Anything attacked/attackers should note:
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