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Mizu_no_Tsubasa rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-12)
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 Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 1:55 pm
Something seems to have separated from the mass of fog, staring hungrily in your direction. It tries to talk, but instead, hisses lowly, though you can make out a single word as it speaks.
Home. ((OOC: Damage Done: 1 Target: Junko HP remaining: 10 HP
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Blade Kuroda rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 2:46 pm
"We do not trust them either. Stay on your guard," Jericho said to Junko before another of those blasted creatures had shown up. Growling lowly, he took in a deep breath before breathing out flames at it. Begone foul beast!
There was something wrong with the flames he breathed out though.
Rather than its usual flame colors... they were grey.
HP:32
Damage: 5
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Eight rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 2:50 pm
Malodore had a point. "It still doesn't explain what happened. I went to sleep in my bed, I don't remember waking up. I'd like to think if I was picked up and moved I'd feel it..."Junko squeaked as something came up and hit her. "Home?" That was rude! You don't just hit people! Her first instinct was to whip it with her hair, but that was when she realized something. Her hair wouldn't move. "M..my hair...my hair it...it won't..! Why won't it move?! Mistress? Mistress, why won't you let me move my hair?" There came no answer. Junko's eyes were wide as she reached back to bury her fingers in her hair behind her head. Oh thank Jack! She was still there! Sighing with relief, Junko instead decided a good, apparently hard, punch was what the foggy figure needed. HP: 39/40
Damage done: 8
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 3:25 pm
Mob vanishes into fog. HP: 0
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 4:03 pm
The first of the two Halloween denizens stiffen as your group runs towards them. At a closer range, you notice they are holding odd weapons, a flat grey gun with glowing blue runic markings over it. They exchange glances with each other, relaxing slightly as you mention 'Trials' and 'What to do next'.
"Wait, you must be the new trainees." The first of the two gives the second a jab, "Nice going, you almost skewered another prototype golem, that would make it the fourth this week?"
The second glowered, crossing his arms and putting away his weapon. "Yeah, yeah, just rub it in." He glanced at the students before sniggering. "I have to say it was thoughtful of them to make more trainee-befitting prototypes. Anyway I'll show you the rendezvous point, and he'll debrief you on possibly the most boring duty you will ever have to do during your wondrous stay at Deus Ex."
The two continued walking, expecting the students to follow with. "So, survey duty is simple, you just check in on the status of the remains of Halloween town, which really hasn't been a problem since you know, 1999, and make sure the drills are still in working order, and if you see any local hostiles, which are few and far between these days, then as trainees you are not to engage them but simply report back. Simple enough, capiche? Also, since there is a lot of Insanity around, you have to make sure your-"
There was suddenly a loud beeping noise coming from the Halloweener's wrist. He paused, raising it before looking at the students suspiciously. "Which division did you say you were in again?"
a) Holy mother of Jack, you are way in over your heads. Make up whatever comes to mind, which is of course, saying that you are very new, and have gotten very little information so far.
b) You panic, but try to put on a straight face. You say that you were recently switched divisions, so you don't know right now either.
c) You randomly make up a division. The Halloween division. That sounds legit...right?
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 4:10 pm
Jericho came to a screeching halt as the two began to speak. Trainees. Deus Ex... Jacking hell these were hunters. His immediate reaction flared up and he wanted to strike down these two right away. Hunters. Hunters had destroyed their home. He was right. Home... Home.. He wanted his home back.
There was a lot of insanity around was there? Oh he'd show them insanity.
It.. was probably best someone else stepped forth right now before he attempted to strike down the hunters.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 4:22 pm
Those weapons. Those weapons she knew those weapons. Junko swallowed hard, her first instinct was to run until the two hunters in golems made it clear they were not going to attack. Maybe..maybe this would be oka--s**t! Jericho! Junko squeaked and grabbed his arm, gripping it as tightly as she could until her nails dug against his skin. "It's okay we can do this." She said to Jericho in a whispered hiss, flashing the two Hunters a sweet smile...until the jig seemed to be up. She didn't know what those things on their wrists were but the look they were giving them and the question definitely raised some red flags.
"Division? Uh..yeah! Our division is uh...!"
((My vote is A!))
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 8:07 pm
The initial idea of going up to talk to the strangers suddenly seemed like the worst idea Riley had ever had. She couldn't even take over the flow of conversation, because she couldn't speak. Jericho was moments away from attacking, Junko was stumbling over her answers, and she was completely mute - not to mention these were hunters. Hunters. If she could have spoken, she would have fallen into their offered guise almost instantly - but there was nothing she could do.
She moved to stand between the hunters and Jericho, trying to hide the enraged dragon from their view. Then she gave an exasperated roll of her eyes, and pointed to her mouth, as if to explain why she wasn't talking. She even smacked her fingers against the flat plane a few times.
Malodore was their best bet for the moment, and Riley spared a single thread of thought to try and tell it what to do. Unfortunately, it would then become clear why Riley wasn't speaking anymore.
homeHomehomeHOMEhome
HOMETell them we're too new for a divisionhome
HOMEhomeHomehomeHOMEhome
The cacaphony of Riley's thoughts, all jumbled and mixed with several voices that were most definitely not hers, shut off as soon as she had uttered those few words, and left Malodore back in silence. ((Also choosing A))
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 8:16 pm
HUNTERS-
For an instant, sheer fury burned behind Malodore's mask; but it contained it, and the touch of Riley's mind... well, for a moment, that rage kindled, and it seriously considered trying to tear the bastardi in front of it into pieces. But her command, her care... no, no, it had to protect her. Protect them all.
And if the way was through guile, then so be it.
"You think they tell the fresh meat anything before throwing us in here? You're very funny indeed, sir," Malodore said, doing its best to sound grumpy instead of angry; the words felt strange in its beak, but it was doing its best to mimic what little human-speech it had heard, back in the Haunted House. "We will follow orders, sir."
For now.
((Picking A!))
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 9:52 pm
Spectrae was honest to Jack torn between terrified and extremely curious. She watched the exchange now, between Malodore, Jericho, Junko, and then the others, though she might as well have remained as mute as Riley. Perhaps she was trying to imitate her new purple friend even in that aspect.
The Nergal honestly was just really sad that her new green friend was gone.
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Eight rolled 1 100-sided dice:
56
Total: 56 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 4:16 pm
The fun way? What the hell did that mean?! Junko growled, her hair twitching until everything went dark.
She woke up in..a box? What? "What is..." Junko rolled onto her hands and knees, pressing her hand against the glass. What the hell? Why was she in a box?
Where were the others? "RILEY?! Jericho? Malodore?! U-um..GUYS?" She wished she knew their other teammate's name. It made things kind of awkward not knowing it. Junko stood, banging the sides of her fists against the glass. Break! Break already!
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Nio Love rolled 1 100-sided dice:
50
Total: 50 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 4:17 pm
When Riley woke up again, she had no more patience for waiting.
She stood immediately, two steps forward until she put her hands on the glass in front of her, and her nails elongated as they scratched against it. Every flicker of her eyes was quick with panic, as she took in the scene around her. It all looked very familiar. Trapped once more in a cage, facing a hunter, and ready for that moment.
The moment she'd seen in Bul's dream.
They were going to turn them all into weapons.
Her nails scratched harder against the glass, until her fists clenched and started beating upon it. The tips of her tentacles hardened into points, and began assaulting the glass. The tapping sound was maddening.
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Blade Kuroda rolled 1 100-sided dice:
95
Total: 95 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 4:19 pm
His mind felt foggier than usual as Jericho slowly came around. It took him a little moment to realize that they were now all captive... inside of glass cages. Blinking, he stared around, trying to comprehend everything. Wait... where.. was Malodore?
The dragon quickly began to look around for signs of the plague doctor. For now, confusion and concern were overriding much of anything else.
It wouldn't remain this way for long though.
"This can't be happening to usss..." he uttered while his eyes darted to and fro, "No. This because they took home from usss... this is all their fault.."
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Zoobey rolled 1 100-sided dice:
82
Total: 82 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 4:34 pm
Being stunned and then knocked into unconsciousness again did wonders for a being with already so little Fear. At this point, Spectrae couldn't even tell where she was, lest what was going on. She reached out to tap at the invisible barrier, once, twice-
- Why were her friends over there?
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