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 Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 9:25 am
Riley listened very carefully, unsurprised when Malodore took control of the medics. She knew exactly where she needed to be. In fact, if she had it her way, she would be the only grappler. She wanted no other hands holding Jericho down, keeping him steady. But she knew it wouldn't be enough, and so she moved to sign up for captain of the grapplers.
Roch stopped her before she could get to the list, and his offer stopped her cold. She'd been so sure of what she was going to sign up for, but now..
Roch's offer left her perplexed. In the past, there would be no question. She would take the grapplers and make sure Jericho was safe under her leadership. Was that still her role to play? Was she still the woman who Roch trusted? She couldn't even say.
She put her hand on Roch's shoulder, and squeezed it softly, her hesitation palpable in the air. I will take it. But. Only if you're by my side. Grapplers:
Captain: Riley
Medics:
Captain: Malodore
Infusers:
Captain:
Scrappers:
Captain:
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 9:31 am
Sammy slowly stood up cracking the bones in her left fist, eyes and arm flaring slightly. "So we have to infuse him then force a dissipation?" She moved towards the list adding her name, jotting down her name under captain.
She looked at Red, she did indeed have experience fighting Insanity dragons.
"Can't be much harder then anything else we've fought." She muttered looking away from Red, a strange mix of twisted pride and guilt filling her cold dead heart.Grapplers:
Captain: Riley
Medics:
Captain: Malodore
Infusers:
Captain:
Scrappers:
Captain: Sammy
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 9:34 am
He wondered if she even got where he was coming from. Probably not, he thought. Then again, he'd found that not many felt the same way about taking down the ones they loved. "Then I'll be your right hand man for this," he said, nodding. "If y'want." Then he jotted his name down under hers. Grapplers:
Captain: Riley
Roch
Medics:
Captain: Malodore
Infusers:
Captain:
Scrappers: Sammy
Captain:
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 10:08 am
She was back. She was back, and, she had to hear from someone ELSE she was back. That is what brought the Phoenix to the gym, her heels clinking across the floor in a sickening slow rhythm. She was in no hurry, she knew where to find whom she was looking for. She could hear the trail end of her targets voice ringing off the walls, it was no surprise she would find her here. Pyres anger at the situation caused her body temperature, and the temp of the air around her, to spike and flare. It was something that usually happened, her natural body heat was higher than someone not fire-sligned was. This, though, was a definite sign that she was pissed. The heat was not visible, but anyone too close to her would feel as if they had just opened a oven. In a way, maybe the news had opened a can of worms, long filed away under her other memories and emotions. This was how she dealt with things, she forgot them. That did not stop her from catching sight of her red hooded target, pausing for the briefest moment. She was alive. The phoenix was soon walking towards the werewolf, something akin to her hunting some sort of prey. Almost a feline grace, almost. She did not say a word, she didn't need to. The two of them had grown up together, the two of them should have known by this point why Pyre was pissed. The two of them spoke better with actions than words. Narrowing her yellow eyes, she paused to ball her fist before pulling backwards, and punching Red in front of the gathering of students. Pyre would have said she meant no offense, not knowing why this gathering was here, but lets face it. She did not care really, not at the moment. All that mattered was she deal with Red.... now. marushii You are an amazingly horrible instigator
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 10:24 am
And then Pyre punched Red.
"...Oh s**t!"
That was a nasty right hook.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 10:39 am
As the students were busy with their own affairs, Red left them to their own devices. None of them needed her presently, and she could return to her own last minute business. She returned her attention to the papers she held in her hands, rereading them. Red folded the papers carefully, using her leg to smooth them out. Anyone watching her would note that the top paper she was folding had been written on. Perhaps it was a note to herself, or a letter. Then again, it could even be the paperwork asking for permission to take the students elsewhere. As she straightened up, Red frowned as the edges of the letter began to smoke. It was then that she looked up to spy Pyre approaching her. The force of the punch was enough to make the werewolf double over, exclaiming a loud "Woof!" as the air left her body. "I deserved that. Good to see you too," Red groaned as she as she straightened up, reaching out to clasp Pyre on the shoulder. "But we need to catch up later. You in for helping us recover a student?" Red jerked her thumb towards the chalkboard. "Nitty gritty is we find him, stuff him full of JOY, dissipate him. You can either hold him down, help keep everyone's Fear up, stuff the target full of JOY, or more'n'likely help beat the snot out of him when he has enough JOY."
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 11:18 am
Grinning, she took a note to nod and wait. She had been bracing for a return punch, but she understood they would spar another day. Red always understood. Reaching out with the same arm the werewolf clasped the shoulder of, she returned the favor. "Welcome Back, furrball." Removing her hand a second later, it settled against her hip as she turned her head to (finally) pay attention to the board that Red indicated. Pyre might have been here originally for her own reasoning, but she would help a student if asked. She made a face at the idea of stuffing someone with joy (ew that just did not sound healthy), nope. Not doing that one. Helping hold them down sounded ok, but nah. Her, healing? Ahahahaha. Right. She just grinned, as her body temperature went down a notch, signing her name under Scrappers. "Like you need to ask where my strengths lie." Grapplers:
Captain: Riley
Roch
Medics:
Captain: Malodore
Infusers:
Captain:
Scrappers:
Captain: Sammy
Pyre (Im sorry Sammy)
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 11:38 am
Upon seeing Pyre's choice, Red returned her grin with one of her own. "Ha! Figured you wouldn't be interested in dive bombing Fear onto him. Just be sure not to hit me, okay? Don't tempt me into catching up with you early." She threw Pyre a Look.
Red sighed, holding up the folded paper and waving it in front of Pyre's face. "Look, I know you appreciate burninating things but please turn your heat down. Any more and you might burn up my paperwork."
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 12:11 pm
This whole endeavor was all very serious, all very somber and the witch could not help but feel there was some irony to the idea that they were to replace Jericho's Insanity with JOY. Sure, it was an actual thing with measurable side affects and what not, but still. She'd made the assumption in her mind, so surely it wasn't that far fetched. It was entirely possible that it was, but nevertheless, it was an association that lent itself to optimism and hope, which were things that seemed lacking on this trip thus far. After Red had finished speaking, Belladonna sat there for a long while and considered what position would be best for her. Healing was certainly the obvious choice, for it was something she liked, something she was good at, something she wanted to do... But as she sat there some more and watched the others sign their names, she couldn't help but notice no one had jumped to be an Infuser. And that was a critical position! Without the Joy, the Insanity would just fill back in the gaps it had been ripped from. Sure, the appearance of Pyre and he rather aggressive greeting to Red was a bit distracting, but the witch still hopped to her feet shortly thereafter and scurried down to the sign up sheet. Pink eyes studied the names and jobs for one second longer, before with a great flourish the witch scrawled her name down. "If no one minds... I'd like to lead the Infuser team." She spoke up with a small, hesitant smile. But then an idea struck her and she wandered on over next to Red where she tentatively rose a hand, as though to ask a question. "I, ah, I'm... Not entirely sure if this would help of not... But I can fly on a broom... Should I bring that along as well, in case it could help? Or would that get in the way of my... Task?" The werewolf still made her a bit nervous, as though there was some sort of mettle the witch had yet to win, but the fact that she didn't at all know what this task would really entail curbed her speech into something far more stumbling than she preferred. Grapplers:
Captain: Riley
Roch
Medics:
Captain: Malodore
Infusers:
Captain: Belladonna
Scrappers:
Captain: Sammy
Pyre (Im sorry Sammy)
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 12:21 pm
At Belladonna's question, Red shrugged. "With luck, I will be able to hold Jericho down. If you fly by too close to his mouth, he might decide you make a tasty snack and attempt to eat you. If that is a risk you'd like to take, then do it. If not..." The werewolf shrugged, then added louder for everyone's benefit, "If you have a natural form, for this task you will NOT be using it. You will keep your pins on you at all times, and your priority in this will be to not die. If anyone dissipates it runs the risk of our whole operation failing."
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 1:11 pm
-Miliardo Kason Your bit is at the bottom if you want to skip over this not!solo of a post 8D;
Sophie’s arrival was met with an easier smile though, hard as it was to say. Maybe because she looked downright girlish coming in with the medicinal kit held close, an innocent face spreading into an innocent smile as she joined them. Alex would probably not be happy, but for Mort, dangerous as the trip would be, more bodies meant more of a chance of getting it right. And healing was listed to have the minimal contact with Insanity anyway. “Hope so,” he answered before Red launched into a full explanation.
A chance to royally screw themselves over? When wasn’t it? There had always been an implicit level of risk with practically every major event the students had been involved in. Maybe it was the hidden, more suicidally brave traits of him talking, but some part of Mort didn’t mind the chance of death again. Logically speaking, losing a tainted student was better than losing a healthy one. But he wouldn’t dare say so aloud, not just because of the knee-jerk reaction of horror his friends would give him, but because statistics didn’t account for everything: he was still very much afraid of what was going to go down on this mission, and he squeezed the witch’s hand just a fraction tighter in fear of his own thoughts.
When had it suddenly become easier to think of dying? He didn’t want to, he didn’t want to, he didn’t want to . . . And he wouldn’t. This wasn’t just a rescue endeavor – it was also a great undertaking of science, a rare opportunity of Christmas and Halloween working together. He would be brave and not suicidal, for his friends, for Bells, and for science.
Pyre’s rather fiery arrival was met with a small wince. Mort vaguely remembered her during the Trance into the past at a Defenders meeting and, strangely, felt a small spike of guilt in his Core. No-one had told her Red had returned? They had seemed like rivals at best in school but . . . Mrrr.
Paralyzed with indecision, he watched with an equally strange mounting of anxiety as one by one students signed up, most especially those who went as captain. It didn’t matter to his whispers that for some, like Malodore, the role made absolute sense – all that mattered was he felt the keen edge of something almost possessive every time someone took that slot. Even when his own ghoulfriend stood up for the role, something very brief and dark flitted across the zomboil’s expressions when her back was turned. He was supposed to be leader. There was no logic to trace back to the onset of that thought, and Mort knew it was just a nerve rubbed raw from Insanity, nothing he wouldn’t have thought before on his own – but it didn’t make the notion any less potent, nor the rising bile of contempt in his throat any less acidic.
He shut his eyes and tensed, clenching the ribbon at his belt until those cloudy thoughts went away and left only whispers once more.
Issuing a small sigh, Mort opened his eyes after a few moments and pushed his glasses up. “Out’ve curiosity, why captain?” he asked Sammy. He knew Riley and Malodore somewhat, enough to easily figure why they chose, and Bells was one who liked to step up if it suited her – it was only the female zombie he didn’t know all too well (really, he only knew her as one of the candidates for student council president), and Mort wanted to know at least a little behind her decision.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 2:44 pm
Shehk looked at the list of roles, lips tight and seeming thoughtful as she considered each of the roles. Was she really suited to...any of these? Holding people down, fighting, healing...infusing.....? (She didn't quite wrap her head around that entirely. She understood the idea, but...)
For now, she'd watch. Wait and see how the lists fell before she made her decision on anything. She already knew what she wasn't, but maybe letting the rest fall into place would tell her what she was.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 8:34 pm
Sammy looked towards Mort shifting about crossing her arms as she studied the boil. "A lot of reasons. He was a friend first and foremost. I still remember watching Riley ride around on his back back when we first went to Christmas." She uncrossed her arms letting the blacked bone fist flex, purple flames flickering.
"Because it's what I do. I fight." She looked at Red for a moment, "I've fought things like Jericho before. It wasn't for the right reason but I have, I lived, and I'm still clear of Insanity, I've only had minor brushes and never a full case."
She looked back to Mort, "That's why I took Captain." Her eyes flared a bit brighter.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 4:05 am
The amphisbaena boil was late for the mission briefing, but it was better than not attending at all. Red was delivering the details of the the plan. Jericho? Honestly, he didn't know who that was, maybe a school staff or another senior student. Yet, he was interested in dealing with a dragon. If he had to sacrifice his life, he would prefer something more meaningful. He took a seat and leaned on the chair with his legs crossed. Although he wasn't very concentrated on the specifics, he could grasp some key ideas: There were four important roles, namely Grapplers, Medics, Infusers and Scrappers. The plan was like that: The grapplers, as their names suggested will restrict the movment of the dragon while the infusers work to add the JOY within the dragon to outweigh his Insanity. Then, the scrappers force him to dissipate. As for the medics, clearly, for backup healing. Which role should he pick? Grapplers? AJ wasn't sure if he want that, moreover, he hadn't use that kind of hook before. Usually, when he fights, he makes use of his fist and leg. Maybe occasional snaps by his tail head too. Next. Medics? His FEAR was not related to healing. Also, he had little knowledge on that, he'd better not pick a role with such a heavy responsibility. There left Infusers and Scrappers. In the first phrase, scrappers were rather pointless, so he won't consider that. So Infusers or Grapplers? Considering the two, he finally decided on the Infusers. He didn't afraid of being hurt as long as he didn't hinder the teamwork or spoil the whole plan. -.-.-.-.-.-.-.--.-.-.--.-.-.--.-.-.--.-.-.- Grapplers:
Captain: Riley
Roch
Medics:
Captain: Malodore
Infusers:
Captain: Belladonna
AJ
Scrappers:
Captain: Sammy
Pyre (Im sorry Sammy)
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 5:09 am
Well, Red's explanation didn't tell her anything she didn't already know, but it appeared Grapplers were in high demand, so Poke put her name down and sat back in her seat. She had no interest in being captain, so it was of no concern that Riley had put her name down. She also witnessed the roundhouse by Pyre with interest. Who was this teacher that could punch so well? ------ Astra was quick to put her name down for the Medic position, and once done she was back in her seat waiting for the next step. As for the other professor whom had shown up, she was intent to make herself as small as possible while the (very quick) fight broke out. Grapplers:
Captain: Riley
Roch
Pokerus
Medics:
Captain: Malodore
Astra
Infusers:
Captain: Belladonna
AJ
Scrappers:
Captain: Sammy
Pyre
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