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 Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 7:55 am
Location: Main HQQuote:  Name: Petro HP: 30 Faction: Amityville Element: Grass
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 8:13 am
West wondered if he could frown in this form. If so, he was probably doing it right now. He toed the ground, an unconscious rumble emanating from his chest again. Fine. It wasn't like he had done a very good job of hiding. He had asked what he looked like, for Jack's sake. Espionage was not his strong suit. "Yeah. I am a student. Nonna this 'used t'be.'" If he didn't get his body back, he was going to... do something really bad. Probably pee all over someone's favorite shoes or rip up their couch. This sucked. "I gotta get outta here," he muttered, more to himself than the other mini.
Name: West
HP: 30
Faction: Amityville
Element: Fire
Location: The Main HQ
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 8:41 am
Location: Main HQQuote: Name: Petro HP: 30 Faction: Amityville Element: Grass
Whether the other student (not mini) would follow was something Tro hoped but wasn't expecting.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 8:43 am
[LOCATION: THE MAIN HQ]
..when the alchemist opened her eyes, she was ready to jump and defend herself, but jumping wasn't exactly successful. Her body wasn't really accepting the orders, or it did, but in a very peculiar way. Something was very wrong with her arms and legs, did she hit her head or something, and her members lost the nerve connections? Or was there something wrong with the Fear of this place? This place. Hm... Eisheth looked around to actually examine what was the place, and slowly raised her eyebrows. Was it.. Well, it looked pretty much like a gigantic playground for scarelings. But the true terror of the situation came in a few seconds, when Eisheth finally bothered to examine her body. She.... was.... an elnin. A freaking elnin. And even that wasn't the worst thing. On top of it, everyone around seemed to be minipets, as well. That brought a couple of questions to solve. How exactly is she supposed to distinguish friend from foe now? Who are the hunters? Who are the horsemen? Also, some of the minipets around seemed to resemble some students she had seen before, so what are they doing here? And what are they going to do next? Obviously, they have to break through the fragments effect, and return to their normal selves, but easier to say than to do. The alchemist, - well the elnin now, - had literally no idea what to do. Perhaps, she should find somebody familiar to combine their efforts? " *(&%!*(&"()£$^%!"$&(^*()&%!"(*)$", was the only way to express her opinion on this matter. Eisheth Name: Eisheth HP: 30/30 Faction: Horsemen Element: Dark
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 8:56 am
"Nah," he said. "We found this... hall. Fulla lockers. After we stole some crap from Arel's office. I was jus' lookin' through one an' woke up 'ere." West did follow, unconsciously for the moment, eyeing the pissy basilisk. Adventure dome, what? What was that? "Y'think that way's out?" he asked, pointing a paw at the creature.
Name: West
HP: 30
Faction: Amityville
Element: Fire
Location: The Main HQ
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 8:57 am
Herryk ceased his incessant howling when he heard a vaguely-familiar voice - and he'd recognize those eyes anywhere. "West? West .. why does West have wings?" Herryk pursed his lips. No, wait. He didn't... he didn't have any lips. He idly scratched behind his ear with a hind paw before turning his attention towards a majestic-looking pony. A majestic looking pony with wings and glowing hooves. "No, Herryk is not very sure what is going on here. Has anyone seen little Jove? Or perhaps Freya? Taima? Mort?" He gave them both puppy-dog eyes without really meaning to. "No? Where is West going? Can Herryk come along? Please?" Quote: Herryk HP: 30 Element: Dark Faction: Amityville Location: Main HQ
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 9:09 am
Location: Main HQQuote: Name: Petro HP: 30 Faction: Amityville Element: Grass
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 9:22 am
West looked distinctly worried again as Herryk began blabbing his name all over the place. "Pshhhhpffshhhh," he hissed, turning his paw waving on the wolf, the gesture suddenly quite a bit more discouraging. "Yeah, c'mon, jus'..." There was no way in hell he was going to admit he was slightly afraid of what might happen if they revealed that they didn't belong, so he let that sentence trail off vaguely. "I 'ave wings 'cause... I have 'em. Sometimes. An' I 'aven't seen anyone 'cept..." He broadened his paw waving to encompass the pets closest to them. Some of them were quite shiny. He nodded at the deathcharger. "Agreed. So, which way?"
Name: West
HP: 30
Faction: Amityville
Element: Fire
Location: The Main HQ
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 9:28 am
Herryk whined, looking properly chastised. His ears pinned back, tail curling between his legs as he looked like he might cry. Maybe. With a loud snuffling whuff, Herryk pawed the ground before he offered a hopeful glance in West's direction. He lowered his voice, including the magical-looking horse in the whispered conversation. "Somewhere with sticks, hmm? Perhaps Westlion would like to throw one for his friend Herryk?" Quote: Herryk HP: 30 Element: Dark Faction: Amityville Location: Main HQ
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 9:39 am
Location: Hall of FameQuote: Name: Petro HP: 30 Faction: Amityville Element: Grass
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 9:58 am
The wee lion followed, peering around the hallway he found himself in once he had followed... Tro. He was pretty sure that was the boil who had lifted him, like, seven feet into the air—chair and all—during acting class. Between him and Herryk, West suddenly felt that their little group was a lot more capable. He skimmed the walls, trying to look for the name of his scareon without actually seeming interested. Who knew if she even went by the one he had given her in this place? This was all very strange. "What issit?" he asked, coming up behind Tro to look at the plaque. Oh, a map. "How'd y'think we get t'those buildin's?" he muttered, looking around for another door. This place was almost eerily empty. "No sticks," he added for the wolf's benefit.
Name: West
HP: 30
Faction: Amityville
Element: Fire
Location: The Hall of Fame
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 10:36 am
"Tro, it is a pleasure to ... Herryk smells something over here." Herryk-wolf trotted over to a spot on the ground and took great relish in burying his nose against the spot. An instant later he was rolling around on it, four legs in the air. "This is better than sticks!" Quote: Herryk HP: 30 Element: Dark Faction: Amityville Location: Hall of Fame
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 11:02 am
"Out of the ******** way."
Minipets practically went flying left and right, or well, at least shoved. Several of them looked indignant, others confused, and most of them just hollered something about the battle arena and adventuring and challenges and PP stat points and how OP spd points really were.
Said - ahem- minipet did not stop its war path until it found one single target, which happened to be at this point, rather noticeable. "What the <********> are you waiting for, a ******** back massage?" And what was with the doctor's weird and constipated expression, they almost looked like a ******** trainee. "Did you find the ******** fragments or not?" OOC Name: Guess WhoHP: ??? Faction: Deus Ex Element: ??? Location: Wherever Deryk is okay Blade Kuroda Maybe just a small case of mistaken identity....
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 11:09 am
Deryk soon noticed minipets flying all over the place. What the... oh. Oh no. The one storming on through had a very peculiar look to it. And quite frankly, the voice just gave him away completely. The fox's eyes widened as Caelius practically barked at him, causing his ears to flatten back and his fur to bristle up a bit. How was he to know that the death lead had mistaken him as H? "F-fragments? Sir! Don't know what you're talking about. Don't even know what's going on here. Um. What... what are your orders, sir?" he managed to get out, hoping that Cael-pet won't be able to magically summon a giant scythe to skin him. Deryk HP: 30 Faction: HUNTER Type: Normal Location: Main HQ
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