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Sabin Duvert rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-12)
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 Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 11:48 pm
The fog coils as, like the previous creature, the attacks hit true on the vaguely corporeal creature. As blows land on this one, the anger seems to melt into a confusion as the mist lashes out almost wildly at Chuppi in a desperate moan.
NO Home!
((OOC: Damage Done: 5 Target: Chuppi HP remaining: 4
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Rown rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 11:51 pm
How dare it attack her! How dare that creature think it could continue to harass Chuppi and her friends! The chupacabra lowered herself down onto all fours and let out a gutter roar, her voice shaking the ground and the small of sulfur in the air. While normally content to be a crybaby, content to be docile, when riled up enough the little monster could do some serious damage to anything and everything in her way.
Such was the case as she barreled into the fog creature, her body turning at the last minute and her quills ripping into the strange and fading form. She did not like to be hurt, she did not care for its cries for home! If she could not go home than neither could it! Her strike was strong, true, and the monster rolled onto her side before getting back on all fours, her quills vibrating again.
Let it try to attack once more! She would rend it asunder!
hp 35
damage 6 [ boss defeated ]
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 11:54 pm
Apparently not knowing the formidable beast that it had confronted, Rown's quill rended it again and again, until there was no substance left at all to the creature, and it was no longer distinguishable from the air around them. Only the barest whisper of a regretful voice hung on the air as a last remnant, "home...." ((OOC: Damage Done: N/A Target: N/A HP remaining: 0
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 12:04 am
Mort watched with a frown as the thing dissipated with a final whisper about this home before glancing at his teammates. Yin and Alex look no worse for the wear, and Chuppi . . . looked downright fierce. "S'gone," he commented, rubbing his chest some more; he did not want to chance another encounter with those things, whatever they were. "Take back split up idea. All should go meet strange people."
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 12:10 am
It took Chuppi a moment to finally and fully calm down, her position changing from being on all fours back up to standing normally in this false form. The natural posture of her kind wasn't on four feet to begin with, it was a preference of hers, and Chuppi dusted her hands off against one another before wiping them on her team uniform. She gave a sigh as her quills lowered themselves into a more managed spot, and she waddled over to Mort's side.
"I will protect you. I will protect all of you, for that is all I am can doing." She was no good at puzzles, she was no good at sandcastle. She was no good at obstacle courses, but Chuppi was very good at taking down enemies with her sheer bulk. "I will always protect."
Her last words were said while looking at Alex and Yin, and a smile spread over the little monster's face. Her eyes were still sort of puffy and her nose was red, but she was smiling and there were no more tears. For now
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 10:20 am
Taryn nodded to Mort, her face a bit twisted. Where were the other teams, anyway? Maybe this had nothing to do with the trials...
"I agree. Just... just in case. Come on."
They'd advanced maybe three steps without being attacked, so it was time to move.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 10:29 am
Yin did not agree that a ghoul would be protecting him. He would be protecting her if anything. But she had been crying and looked to be about to cry again and he would not be the cause of it. So mentally he just decided that he would say nothing and prove it with actions when the time came.
"I am glad that we shall all be staying together," he offered, and fell into step behind Miss Taryn, hoping to at least protect her back as they moved toward the strangers.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 11:08 am
Alexander, at this point, had to agree that they should all stick together now. If they were going to continue to be attacked relentlessly by fog monsters, then they would be stronger together as a group then split in half. He shuffled after the group, struggling to keep up to their pace but unwilling to ask them to slow down. They shouldn't have to slow down for him...and at least this way if they got attacked from behind he'd likely be the first one who got targeted.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 12:19 pm
Nodding to the team (and relieved Chuppi was no longer crying), Mort re-started his way towards the distant figures. It was disconcerting, the grayness around them. It reminded him of the Insanity from Christmastival, albeit it with less Christmas creatures; was that what would comprise of the trial? Mort was sure this involved the Horsemen somehow, because to think otherwise would send him into a hyperactive state that he did not want to be in at the time; three attacks in the span of ten minutes already had him on alert, thank you.
"Everyon have g-good sleep? Chuppi, did it hit hard?" If she needed some mending he could give it a shot again, or one of the others if they knew some healing methods.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 4:13 pm
PART TWO c) Walk over to communicate with the Halloweeners to ask questions about what is going on. As your group approaches the two Halloweeners, you notice that they are carrying oddly discoloured weapons, pointing them directly at you. Before you can say another word, they shoot, a net encompassing you, sending painful electric shocks down your body until you black out. When you wake up, you notice that you are in some sort of large, closed environment, a room perhaps, with the others. The ceiling is covered in a bright white light, and you see people standing outside the thick transparent walls, wearing familiar (to some) white outfits with gold trim. They are muttering amongst each other, though one of them walks over to a what looks like a scamplifier, talking directly into it. Their voice booms into the room. "Sorry if we made you feel threatened, we don't mean any harm really, just checking up on orders." Their tone sounds oddly sterile and rehearsed. "Don't worry though, we'll let you go, we just need one simple answer from you. Which ah, 'Halloween Refugee Base' are you from? If you tell us where its located, we will let all of you go. If not, then I'm afraid, well," They turned around, picking up something in one hand: a glowing weapon, a simple sword-shaped weapon, really, "You might as well enjoy your permanent stay in here in Deus Ex Machina and make yourselves comfortable for the long-term duration." a) You decide to answer, trying for any random location, anything, to get out of the place b) You decide to withhold answers, instead, demanding that you will answer if they tell you what is going on and where your group is c) You say nothing entirely, simply glaring back. These guys don't look like they'll give you anything any way no matter what
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 5:56 pm
 Of course they would be Hunters. She'd had no idea they could masquerade as monsters, but hey. new things, every day. Although the initial urge was definitely to lunge up and kill them all, she was smarter than that. They were probably in a building full of Hunters.
Now, how often had students returned from being kidnapped and taken to a holding cell in a Hunter base? Probably, uh... well, probably never. Mort had survived, but who knew what had gone on while he was unconscious.
If they gave the Hunters information, as bullshit as it'd have to be, the Hunters were done with them. They could be killed, they weren't people to these humans. They were 'monsters'.
In the same line of thinking, if they demanded information back or so much as looked at one of the Hunters wrong, they may also be killed for being insolent. Other groups may very well be here too, and then what happened? They were all systematically slaughtered?
Instead, the ghoul knit her brow and just looked up at the Hunters, and away. She wasn't going to give in, but she wasn't going to fight either.Choosing option C.[[ because it did so well by us last time 8| ]]
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 6:17 pm
Oh no. Oh no no no no no no NO NO NO NO. NOT THIS AGAIN.
Jack, he just . . . where was the nearest human to strangle? Where was that Caelius fellow? Better yet, where was that pink-haired ghoul who'd played holier-than-thou upon him? Mort felt his hands gripping into fists in and out, waiting for tender flesh to rend. He was almost shaking, how angry he was that of all things, Hunters had found them.
But even in his rising rage, the zomboil felt something was . . . off about the place. This wasn't the same room he had been in. This wasn't to say the Hunters didn't have multiple, but the atmosphere, the voices, the missing school . . . none of it fit. If Hunters really had that sort of technology, they would have sprung it on them already.
But if this wasn't a dream, what was it? And what was their interrogator going on about? "Refugee Base"? Something was amiss, and it was just serving to further piss Mortimer off.
He passed Taryn a look to see what their leader was deciding to do and, satisfied for the moment to follow, he faced the transparent walls and narrowed his eyes into a glare, softly growling.
Boy did Hunter brains sound good right about then.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 6:38 pm
 Wait, what were they pointing at them...what was... When Yin awoke the team was still together. Still together but in an odd place, a room unlike one that he had ever been in, and obscenely bright. After quickly checking to ensure that Alexander was there he pushed himself up, arms automatically pulling up into a defensive position as he looked at their surroundings. Those coats...looked familiar. Like the coat the boil had worn that had not fought a fair fight. That had kicked at him until he had dissipated even after he had fallen. His eyes narrowed slightly and he turned toward the others. No one was speaking or answering the voice that boomed at him, and he had no idea how to answer it. Refugee base? What was that? He decided to stay silent, no matter how much he wanted to ask his group members how they were, trying to be content with visually checking over them to make sure they were okay before turning and staring out of the glass, trying to figure out what the coats meant.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 7:50 pm
If it were possible for the chupacabra to hate her companions and their ideas, to hate her weak will for not standing up and defending herself and telling them no, then right now Chuppi would have been one of the smallest (but heaviest) and meanest balls of hate possible. She'd seen the net coming and had tried to run, her steps not carrying her far enough away, and when the shock came her last thoughts were a curse upon those who had been too trusting.
Perhaps it would have been smart for everyone to have trusted the paranoid Chuppi but since they had their own methods of dealing with UNKNOWN SITUATIONS the little monster stayed silent and curled into a ball. It looked like everyone else was being smart and staying quiet too, a good plan.
The person had said get comfortable because they would be there a while. Chuppi hoped she wouldn't die.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 9:09 pm
Well, that would teach Alex to be more paranoid and less trusting of the unknown strangers that lurk in the mists. He had barely caught up to the group when the flash of a weapon of some kind caught his eyes and before he knew what was happening he was lying on the ground under a net, while electricity coursed through his body, searing in pain.
Blacking out was really just a much wanted relief.
When he came to, his still opened eyes blinked slowly, his eyes dry and blurry. It took a lot of blinking and a lot of rubbing to clear them up, and eventually he was able to push himself up to a sitting position, and then further to stand, though he staggered a bit and had to catch himself on a wall. He still felt dizzy and disoriented, but as his eyes swept the room he was comforted to see that the rest of his friends were with him, and everyone looked to be, for the most part, unharmed.
The voices were aggravating more then anything. The cloaked figures made Alex's lip curl back in a silent snarl. It was them. He recognized them more easily now then he might have once before. He wanted to lunge at them, to claw them into slowly dying pieces of of bloodied flesh. To bash there heads in until their brains were smeared across the walls.
The last thing he wanted to do was talk to them, or answer their ridiculous questions. He kept his mouth shut, and glared for all he was worth.
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