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Syusaki rolled 1 100-sided dice:
85
Total: 85 (1-100)
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 Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 8:35 pm
She made a face. “Exactly like bugs,” Dev remarked grimly, bearing her teeth into the crowd when she raised her shield to deflect another round of weapons. “Watch where yoo’re hittin’!” she barked. The cu sith tried to push away some of the oddly-dressed humans, but it only kept them at bay for so long. She sighed, annoyance flashing in her glowing eyes. Dev kept her knees bent, ready to move in any direction if the situation called for her. Her gaze stayed trained on the humans, but there was a pleased tone in her voice as she answered, “Sounds like a good idea tae me! Whit’s yoo’re name? Ah’m Dev.” She managed to flash him a toothy grin before a sudden shot caught her attention. “Huh?”
Her tail curled between her legs when an ally came rushing in to slice off the head of a human ready to slash her to pieces. She grimaced at the spots of blood that splattered her face and clothes. Good thing these weren’t her own clothes. “Thank ye, Ah guess…” she muttered to no one in particular. The ally had probably disappeared already.
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Blade Kuroda rolled 1 100-sided dice:
78
Total: 78 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 8:37 pm
Shun nodded to her before turning his back to her. He felt incredibly worn down, but he wasn't ready to give up just yet. In fact, he wasn't planning on giving up at all if he could help it. A human came charging in at him. The Reaper managed to redirect his attack to strike down one of his own allies. From there he kicked the man away, only to wince as he put too much weight onto his wounded like. He nearly fell over right then and there too.
"Name's Shun. Nothing quite like meeting others in the midst of a battle," he said flatly while letting out a pained cry as an arrow struck him in the chest. Staggering back into Dev, he coughed up some blood and his vision blurred. He felt like he was about to dissipate, but from somewhere nearby, he heard the soft voice of someone singing. There was something about the song that seemed to go deep into his wounds, healing many of them. As a whole, it was invigorating him, restoring him.
The reaper's vision came back into focus and he could feel strength returning to his body. The song and adrenaline helped numb out the pain of having an arrow in his torso. Breathing heavily, he stepped forth, ready to take on more of these damn humans. He still didn't know how much longer he would last like this, but he was going to make sure to take down as many of these bastards as he possibly could.
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chirigami rolled 1 100-sided dice:
49
Total: 49 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 8:41 pm
It happened oh so fast, her first reaction was to fall to the ground with her shield over her head to protect her from the chaos going on around her. Students were running every which way as were several other creatures. Humans were breaking into the lines dressed in their odd attire and slashing at everyone they ran upon.
Her eyes went wide as she noticed Faustus break out into a run, the daggers he had picked up dancing in the air at flesh and metal, taking out several of the humans. The ghoul wanted to go after him but of course her own choice of initial reactions were cut so short as a human came upon her.
The pale wright let out a little scream as she swung out warped and damaged shield aimlessly and without much thought. To her surprise, there was a heavy thunk and a whack and a connection of shoddy material and armor. The force of the blow made her teeter and almost full back, but there was something keeping her from falling to the ground. And that something was keeping her going, pushing her forward to drive the blunt edge of the shield into the human's skull. "Leave me alone!" She cried, and hit him again. "Leave me alone!" And again until he stopped twitching and lay dead on the ground.
Oh, how she wished she had functioning tear ducts, she wanted to cry. But oddly, even though she wanted to fall to her knees from her actions she could feel a sort of power rushing through her... making her feel stronger.
The ghoul looked up, still shaking trying to locate her friends.
[[ooc: what? really? Olivia kills a guy? xD]]
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 8:43 pm
Tybalt's eyes snapped opened and he sat up with a start. One moment, he had been admiring the blue flame from the pyre and the next---Fog. There was fog everywhere, making it hard to see anyone or anything. Except for one. Standing within the fog, was a lone hooded figure. The sight of which, sent Tybalt into panic mode.
The last time he had seen a hooded figure shrouded by fog, they had been attacked by hunters. In fact, ever since the hunters started showing up, the black dog began to fear the fog. Because whenever the fog showed up, the hunters didn't seem to be too far behind. So it was no surprise that the head priestess was greeted with a startled growl from the black dog.
Still panicked, he stared, confused and wide eyed until she introduced herself. Explaining to them, the class and the ritual, before she gestured towards the three doors behind her. The third of which, the most ornate of the three, opened to reveal a brilliant blue sky and a shallow valley. A valley which shortly after, they were standing in the middle of.
Well that wasn't something he had expected...
Unsure of how to take it, he took a step forward, only to find that his movements were hindered by something. Something long, and sheet like and---huh? He looked down and found that his old clothes were gone, replaced by some sort of plain robes. How it had happened, the black dog didn't know, but after a moments thought, he decided that he didn't want to know. Besides, there was some more important matters at hand. One of which was standing straight ahead in a group of three.
He watched them closely, trying to learn more about their conversation when the background began to fill with shouts of creatures he couldn't make out. For all he knew they were both horsemen and creatures of Halloween. But what struck him as odd, was that none of them wore the clothing of modern time--their time. Instead, they were all clad in either armor, or robes. Nothing the like black dog was familiar with.
...Had they somehow crossed into another time?
His attention snapped back to the three when the word 'humans' was brought into the conversation. His first though being hunters. If the hunters were behind this, he wouldn't be surprised. Hunters seemed to be the root of all of their problems. Or at least, that's how it felt to the black dog. He might have felt differently once, but since they only cared only about exterminating and tormenting them, he was less inclined to think that they were as innocent as they claimed to be.
The conversation was over now and the one, the centaur, had left, leaving only the two behind. The two who just now acknowledged them. Though, to be honest, at first Tybalt thought were speaking to someone else, but when they continued to look directly at the group of students, then it became clear that they were the 'new recruits' and therefor expected to pick out some weapons to arm themselves. Which he did--or almost did, but after seeing the state they were in and knowing how well maintained the war clan's weapons where, the black dog figured his own teeth and claws would serve him just fine. In fact, he had seen some other creatures running about in their natural form as well, so maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all?
His decision made, he left the weapons where they lay and followed the man, now known to be Theseus, when he signaled them to follow.
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OnionGrump rolled 1 100-sided dice:
41
Total: 41 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 8:44 pm
Tybalt wasn't quite sure what was going on, or what to expect, but what he did know, was that somehow the entire class had somehow turned form a mere class and into rather large battle. Against who, or why, he still wasn't quite sure himself. All he knew was that they were human and that they were the enemy.
Shifting back into his natural form, he gnashed his teeth together, as a low growl rumbled in his throat. His body was tense, ready and waiting to spring forward and charge into battle with the rest. Not to say he was feeling brave. No, certainly not. In all honesty, the black dog was terrified to face these humans in battle. If they were anything like the hunters--such a large force of them was something to be feared. Even still, fear alone wasn't enough to stop him from trying to defend his own. He would fight and he would continue fighting until he couldn't anymore.
In just a blink of an eye, the entire field was a battleground. It was to say the least, chaotic. What was once an organized line of warriors was now a scattered force that clashed with the humans. Foreign sounds of steel upon steel, and cries of pain filling the air, along with the strong scent of iron. Everyone was fighting, people were dying, and soon enough Tybalt found himself tangled in a fight of his own with a human.
The human swung his sword at him, clipping the black dog's side as he evaded the attack. It stung, but it wasn't anything serious. Still the attack enraged the black dog and had him pulling his lips back in a snarl, baring all of his pointed teeth at the man.
It did little to faze the him.
Another series of strikes and dodges and the black dog found his opening; lunging for the throat. It happened so quickly, that it took the black dog a moment to realize that he had his teeth sunk into the man's flesh and that his blood was seeping out into his fur. Startled, at what he had done, but having enough common sense to clamp down hard, he tore his jaw free, tearing the main artery with it. His attacker twitched, blood spraying out and pooling onto the ground at his feet. The fear now evident in his eyes until eventually those eyes were looking somewhere beyond him and the twitching ended.
It was strange... These humans, he was so fearful of them, and yet, just removing a small part of them and it stopped them entirely.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 8:45 pm
There seemed to a smell of incense on the breeze wherever you walked, and distant sounds echoed distances, no overtaken by a commotion of activity despite how busy everyone always looked. It wasn't quiet in that everyone was locked out of sights, but there was a practiced silence that even made quick rushing sound faint. Calder found it slightly suffocating. He grew up around hearing water lap against floorboards and riverbanks, floresce jump periodically from the surface to splash below, and the hum of scareflies and croaking of bog frogs. The silence here was deafening, and sometimes he would clear his throat or tap his hoof just to make sure he didn't loose his hearing.
As he followed with the other students, his clipclopclipclop echoed around him, and he winced as he looked up, hoping not to be scolded.
They arrived to a beautiful temple, far more impressive than the already astounding spirals that Calder had so-far seen, and into a room where a blast of incense and heavy air nearly floored him. It wasn't so much suffocating, as he wasn't coughing, as it was overpowering. Trying not to stagger back, he followed in and stood with the others, wanting to cover his nose but keeping his hands down as to not insult their host. As he stood, his eyelids felt heavy, his mind swaying, and his limbs weak as the air only seemed to get thicker. The smell wasn't bad as much as it felt hard to keep awake, and he felt unbalanced by the thickness of it. He was just about to raise his hand to ask if he could step out for just a moment when everything around him started to go white.
Oh no......he was passing out in the middle of a horsemen class.
But he didn't fall and hit the ground, or even sink to his knees. Instead, the world around him faded to white, but he and the other students remained clear. Then a cloaked figure appeared, and Calder's first instinct was to grab the nearest makeshift weapon and kill it. Hunter came instantly to mind, but the way the figure held itself, the lack of a weapon, and the fog said otherewise, and he kicked back to being reminded of the color choice, and that the other horsemen here wore robes.
Breathing deep, he listened, and looked back at three doors that were very different to their neighbors. Each one unique and interesting at face value.
Guidance. How badly he needed it here, and trance? They had already done meditation in War, and he had to wonder how it differed. Clustering closer to the other students, he watched as the were directed to the door, and soon the world of white, which unsettled him too much to it's similarity to fog, vanished into a wave of blinding color. Having been only for a short time in the Death clan, even he was amazed by the contrast in color alone
Open blue sky. Lush green grass. A cluster of weapons scattered about, dented, broken, shimmering and stained. It felt as if he was back in War, but without the trees.
His attire had changed, and Calder tested them by flapping the sleeves to his robes, very pleased, however something felt as if these would be restricting. Armor and weapons suggested danger, and robes weren't exactly what he would call as protective as a breastplate.
And then Calder's breath was taken away by a very handsome sight. A chocolate flank shimmering in the sun, with a ripped chest and broad shoulders. "He's...." The name was Chiron, but Calder had a few of his own, including a few whistles. Boil, was he just impressive, and he took a moment to tilt his head and smile, tail flickering behind him. Unfortunately, when the centaur regarded them, he didn't even give Calder a passing glance, and the keplie frowned that he didn't catch his eye. Wasn't he at least impressive looking enough to catch his attention for a second. Sure, he heard there was a battle going on, but really?!!
His attention was finally placed back at the matter at hand - battle. Now this really felt like the War clan, and he liked it. They had trained for a week, but were they really fighting a army of humans?? In this strange, weird place with these weirdly-dressed Halloweeners and Horsemen?? (Expect you, Chiron. You don't need to dress in anything.)
Glancing at the others who had been with him in War, Calder headed over to the weapon's rack, debating if he was going to fight with a weapon or with his own two hooves. As it was, the War clan had told him that relying on his natural form wasn't going to do, and taught him for a week with daggers against an opponent. It made him considering the daggers, but he was apprehensive about the choice.
He had no idea what an actually army was like. He fought some Hunters. Not really a army, but he noticed being a mare made him a bigger target at times. Frowning, he considered how well he had evaded and moved with the daggers, and finally reached out and took a pair of daggers, turning and heading off with the others.
The walk was short, and soon they were looking down at the massive group of humans. More than Calder had seen in his entire life, and he felt nervous facing such a wave. Just breath. Concentrate. Focus. He tried his best to meditate, but it was pathetic at best, and soon he heard the class of battle. It was time to fight.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 8:51 pm
Catriona stepped into the classroom, her heels click-clacking loudly on the marble floors. She drew closer to the flame in the center, green eyes moving around in search of some type of instructor. When there was none to be found, she sighed softly and crossed her arms over her stomach. How would they learn without a teacher? As she breathed in the calming scent she let her arms fall and her eyes stayed on the strange blue flame. The room seemed to waver and it made the feline demon dizzy, her eyes shutting of their own accord.
When next she opened her eyes the temple was nowhere to be seen and they were standing in a room of white with three doors behind a mysterious robed figure who identified herself as Medea, their instructor. That smoke from before must still be affecting her, Catriona thought, as Medea's words made little sense to her.
Medea gestured, a door opened, changing the white room into an outdoor place with hills. Very green. Very...not high-heel friendly. Suddenly the fabric upon her skin changed into a robe of an..ugly color, a grey that made her already pale skin sallow and she was sure did nothing for her hair. "Perfect," she muttered and crossed her arms over her stomach again. A voice came from behind her, making her ears twitch and her eyes narrow. A centaur. How interesting. She watched the group curiously, ears twitched forward to catch every word.
Just. Great. Definitely unhappy with this turn of events, Catriona's expression soured. She did however, manage to equip herself with a pair of daggers. She was not a fighter, per se, but she could handle herself. For the most part. A full-out battle with humans? She kind of doubted she'd last very long.
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Dragon Berri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
61
Total: 61 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 8:52 pm
((Roll 1))
It didn't take long for the pampered demon to feel quite tired as she began to fight off the humans. Several small cuts dotted and stung her arms and she had the vague thought that she hoped none of them scarred. Just when she thought she would fall, an easy mark for any human that came upon her, she heard a voice. It was soft and intriguing in the heat of battle, but the effect was immediate. Catriona felt her strength returning and her daggers flew as her claws would were she in her other form.
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Dragon Berri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
83
Total: 83 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 8:56 pm
((Roll 2))
A human came far too close, and her daggers found his face. He was seemingly unmoved by the cuts that sliced his cheeks open, and kept coming at her, faster and faster. Even her reflexes were nothing compared to this human's battle lust. Her eyes widened and just when she thought she was destined to be a casualty of war, her attacker was distracted by a nearby voice. She looked toward the voice and back only to see her attacker get his head clawed off. Violently. Blood splashed hot over her, coating her more than her own small attacks had done before.
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Syusaki rolled 1 100-sided dice:
59
Total: 59 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 8:58 pm
“Nothin’ indeed,” Dev agreed, watching as the boil attacked a human with relative ease. Relative because she noticed how off balance he appeared to be shortly afterwards. She smirked. “Nice.” Eyes widened when she saw an arrow head toward her. On reflex, she ducked instantly, but heard it lodge into something else. She blinked. What…Shun! “Aw Jack,” she cursed, standing back up as the reaper bumped into her. She hissed when she saw the wound. “Sorry, Shun! Partly mah fault fur ‘at,” she apologized quickly, one hand on him to keep him up while the other raised her shield to dodge a few more swings from the humans.
Her ears flicked and she bared her teeth at the human. “Watch it.” She lunged forward, bringing up the shield to bash the man a couple times in the head until he dropped to the ground, bleeding a pool of red. Her eyes grew wide, staring straight into the look of fear he held before his death. De gripped her shield tighter, feeling oddly pleased and stronger about her first kill.
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Blade Kuroda rolled 1 100-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 8:59 pm
The reaper took a moment to keep his balance with Dev's help, nodding to her lightly as he saw her manage to kill one of the humans.
"Good work," he murmured before turning to see more humans running at them. There were too many for the two of them to hold off on their own.
"Get moving," he urged before attempting to push her out of the way of the oncoming assailants. After he did so, he winced and stared down at the arrow that was still lodged between his ribs. It hurt to move around much with it, limited his range of movement. Soon after he looked down at it, he felt a blade rake across his backside, causing him to stumble forth.
Quickly, he turned around. He would have shouted at Dev to keep going on ahead, but he was busy trying to fend off his attackers right now. At this point his movements were sluggish, and he was finding himself taking more and more hits. Shun's vision began to blur once more, and it was hard to say what happened right then and there. It seemed that he had managed to fight off at least one of them before finding himself apart from the mass.
There, he closed his eye, trying to ignore the incredible amounts of pain his body was feeling right about now.
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Dragon Berri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
49
Total: 49 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 9:00 pm
((Roll 3))
It wasn't long before another human took the last attacker's place, her reactions better than before. Her dagger slashed out, catching the human's throat and spilling even more blood onto the battlefield. His eyes bored into hers as she watched his life flow away, his skin turning paler than her own as he choked his last breaths. He fell forward at Catriona's feet and she could feel her strength increasing. It was then she had her first taste of the Fear associated with death. And it was...exhilarating. This alone was worth getting blood all over her and tangled into her hair. So. Worth. It. She laughed darkly before joining the battle again.
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chirigami rolled 1 100-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 9:00 pm
Olivia couldn't find anyone she knew as she weaved through the dead and the dying bodies, the fighting and the clashes of steel. No Faustus, no Willow... no... Ouranus. She was trying to find anyone, even though she was unsure exactly who had come to the island with her.
As she ran, she pushed her way as best she could using the weight of the shield to her advantage, managing to dodge some lucky blows and avoid some bad slashes. She was dizzy, adrenaline running through her that she couldn't think straight or even focus. What the jack was she even trying to accomplish here? Dodge and run?
Her weaving was halted, however, as she crashed into someone hard, sending her to the ground finally. She looked up, shaking her head only to find a group of angry human men leering down at her with blooded weapons and deadly looks. All at once, they came down at her as she tried to pull herself away. Not even her shield could protect her from the slashes and the pain, parts of it chipped off as she tried to escape the continued assault.
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Dragon Berri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 9:05 pm
((Roll 4))
Several humans then brandished their pitiful weapons at her and she laughed at them, but the group of them stung her with their knives. She felt cuts up her leg and she limped away, slipping away into the crowd to get away from them.
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Dragon Berri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
70
Total: 70 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 9:08 pm
((Roll 5. OOC Cat wonders how the hell she made it so far XD))
Soon her strength was running out again and she felt near to collapsing. But just as she had before, she heard that soft singing that healed her and she was once again able to take on a few humans.
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