When things suddenly got louder as if something was moving he groaned softly but refused to open his eyes. Well that was to be expected right? As soon as he was going to try to relax, "I'm up..." He finally gave in when Cora kisses his head, looking around he tried with the rest to figure out what had just happened.
A passageway hm..well it beat listening to the fighting monsters. Getting up he goes with the tug and follows Cora down the hallway. The symbols drew attention instantly and his fingers rubbed over the few that he could reach. These things were so interesting, but what did they mean? The smell of the place reminded him of his first apartment and as he moved to the laid out books and flipped through them he paused at the Numerology book. Reading over the passage in it he turned his head a little to the side then peered up to look at Cora.
Bringing the book with him he paused by Cora and watched her punch in the number he had just seen in yet another book in the main office. Watching he nearly flipped the computer when a little pop up came on and wagged its finger at them, but instead he looked back to the book and deadpanned. "Let me give it a go.." Sighing he looked over the Numerology codes again then punched in something on the computer, blushing brightly.
This was a mans office after all and there was so much porn.
Bilious
PASSCODE: boobs
Action: na Target: N/A Roll Results: Success ! My HP:25 Hp My Items: None Guest Name: Antonio Altamirano Guest Profession: Fantasy writer Physical Description: He is a tall, muscular yet slender Hispanic man. Around 6'0ft in height and has curly brown hair along with a tattoo on his arm. his clothing is now tattered and filthy. Brief Character Profile: Stubborn. Anyone that's met Antonio knows he's a little uneasy around a large number of people, one that prefers to do his job with as minimal talking as necessary after all he's there to do a job not make a friend. While he's a bit of a hard-a** when works involved he is able to cut loose and lay back when the situation for it arrives. He's an observer by nature which can have him coming off a little creepy at times.. well that and his own twisted sense of humor. All in all he's a generally silent sweet man until his temper gets the better of him or his 'inspiration' strikes.
Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 7:34 pm
Not again! Even with his full force of might, the dragon was much too strong for him. When it chomped down on his body, it cracked, bones snapping under the force. His body seemed to realize the state he was in because, he dissipated, still hanging in the dragon’s mouth.
He would be back and he would remember you dragon. You forced him away from his games. “Bad dragon!” was the last thing it heard from him, a heavy threat in the air.
There seemed to be a few noises that reached her ears at once. One inside the building that she couldn't quiet place and muffled by the exterior protecting it, like movement. Perhaps the humans inside? But the one that caught her attention was the battle not far from her. There was the snapping of bones, and grunting as they continued to prove their male dominance. And as she turned her head, Tarvast snapped the reaper in twine.
Reaver didn't even flinch, simply steadied her gaze at the mess the dragon was creating from their fight that seemed so pointless to her. Filthy, she grunted in an unladilike fashion as she turned her attention back to the building. And pressed her head against it, using the force of her horns to try to find some sort of weak spot.
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Name: Reaver Physical Description:behemoth. Though, not as large as what a grown behemoth of Halloween could potentially achieve, Reaver is about the size of a Siberian Tiger and potentially just as mean. Her colors are rather subdued, fitting into what humans would deem more 'natural' with shades of browns and blacks. HP: 25/25 Office HP: 68/70
Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 9:00 pm
Cheekiebirdiee
PASSCODE: boobs
A certain, correct code unlocks the computer to reveal...
A magnificent desktop image involving a naughty librarian. Searching the files only reveals terabytes of porn and several thousand pages of a fantasy novel entitled 'Codex the well-endowed Barbarian'.
There is also the sound of an electric lock mechanically unbolting on one of the desk drawers in which you find:
- 1 Polysporin This will prevent at least the infection of wounds and help your wounds heal faster. You may use this up to three times on whomever. Each use heals you +5 HP (subtract 1 from your escape rolls for every polysporin you carry)
- 1 Medkit Painkillers, gauze, a needle, thread, and anti-septic needed to treat a severe wound. You may use this once. It will heal you for 15 HP. (subtract 2 from your escape rolls for every medkit you carry)
The computer can now be HACKED!
HACK THE COMPUTER: You manage to pull up a DOS window- maybe there's more hidden here than it would seem!
Once the computer is unlocked, you can try your hacking skills by rolling 1d100. Please ICly note who is at the keyboard! Shoving someone off to try your own l33t h4ck3r sk1llz may cause IC conflict!
If you roll: 1-25
The monitor glitches and suddenly your screen is covered by tiny tsk-tsking Cecils. ICly wait a bit until the defense mechanism plays it's course.
25-50:
You type in a bit of code, and suddenly a new window opens, slowly loading something- is it a hidden file? Is it access to maps of the facility? A bit of keyboard music suddenly pops up accompanied by a video:
51-75:
The screen blinks under your DOS window, and a file appears on the desktop that reads: 1999 If you examine this item, it is a series of text files that appears to be a biography. It begins, "I will always remember that white coat..." and chronicles the journey of a young man in a lot of trouble, recruited by some underground organization called 'Deus Ex Machina.' A good portion of it is rambling about how under appreciated he was for his developments in runic technology and the horrendous events that lead up to the attack on New Years Eve, thirteen years ago. The important points that stand out on quick perusal: Monsters and creatures of Fear have it in for humanity, and only the Hunters stop them.
But Cecil has other ideas for what to do about this constant threat.
76-89:
Another file appears behind your DOS window - it appears to be more like a journal. Cecil cites who's hot and who's not of the staff, who's a b***h for turning him down, and who's been recently fired and why, but between the gossip, he occasionally rambles about things like power and the creatures.
... like that Idiot Whorl would know what we were up to... to control these creatures, control Fear, we take what is ours. Who would stop me from dropping a dragon in Time Square? An army large enough to take down even the Horsemen... but we start the journey one step at a time. These idiots don't understand. Wickett would understand. I'll tell him this side of the plan eventually. When he won't get angry. Maybe right after First Night's show...
90-100:
All files that have not been unlocked are now unlocked, and a bonus, additional compartment built under the desk suddenly unlocks and springs open, carrying what look to be glowing playing cards with strange symbols shining on each in RED or BLUE...
Wickett's Throwing Cards: Experimental Runic Technology, these cards will give you a boost... There appear to only be two sets available: (please choose one set per person! First come, first served.) - Red Set There are FOUR cards in each deck. This can be used FOUR times. When thrown, they seem to hone in on Fear, even if your aim is not particularly good. Each runic throwing-card does + 3 damage on top of your normal attacks. If the normal attack result is 0 or negative, the result with the card is 3. (subtract 2 from your escape rolls for carrying this)
- Blue Set There are FOUR cards in each deck. These cards when thrown will slow an enemy down by flashing at their feet! If you fail to roll to escape, roll a 20-sided dice again. If you roll 5 or higher, you manage to escape! You can use this four times. (subtract 2 from your escape rolls.)
Getting no reaction from the dragon, Reaver in turn paid no mind to him and continued her attention on the building at hand. There had been humans inside but it had grown quiet from her stand point and that didn't sit well with the creature.
She let out another rumble from her throat, growling softly as she took a few careful steps closer to the door as her tail lashed violently. Reaver bowed her head a little, so a greater surface area of her horns would lay flat against the door as she pushed/
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Name: Reaver Physical Description:behemoth. Though, not as large as what a grown behemoth of Halloween could potentially achieve, Reaver is about the size of a Siberian Tiger and potentially just as mean. Her colors are rather subdued, fitting into what humans would deem more 'natural' with shades of browns and blacks. HP: 25/25 Target: Building Roll Results: 2 Office HP: 66/70
As the screen came to life, Cora rolled her eyes at the image on the desktop. Carefully slipping into the seat, she blinks down at one of the drawers as it unlocked itself? Pulling it carefully open, she was so glad to see it was something useful and not porn. Seriously, she seen enough porn to last her a lifetime at this point.
Looking over the screen for a moment, she crackles her knuckles "Let see if my dads dirty little tricks can become useful at this moment." without another word, she stares at the screen as she starts typing rather rapidly on the keyboard. A few things popping up, until finally she got what she was looking for.
Pulling up the DOS Window, she arches a brow as she read the entry that opened up "To control these creatures, control Fear, we take what is ours. Who would stop me from dropping a dragon in Time Square? An army large enough to take down even the Horsemen... but we start the journey one step at a time. These idiots don't understand. Wickett would understand. I'll tell him this side of the plan eventually. When he won't get angry. Maybe right after First Night's show..." she paused as she looks at Tonio.
"Um.....what the ******** did I just stumble onto?"
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Guest Name: Coraline Dolan Guest Profession: Photographer HP: 25/25 Items: banaids, suv keys Physical Description: Standing five feet, seven inches, she a beauty in her own unique way. With boy cut dark brown hair, its highlighted with blood red through the whole hair. Her bangs are longer and hang in her face most of the time. Slate blue eyes, with freckles all over her cheeks and nose. Normally spotted in a simple spaghetti strap shirt and flare jeans. Brief Character Profile: Full of life, she always has a smile on her face. To her, even the worse moment can be the best picture if you look through the eye of a camera. She loves to talk to everyone, and always tries to include everyone in.
Even if he had expected it, he was a little surprised that boobs was the correct password. Shaking his head the man closes the book in his hand and pinches the bridge of his nose, "jeeze." Starting at the desktop as it comes to life he has to grin a little at Cora's reaction to it.
Looking towards the clicked drawer he raises a brow at the medical supplies then peers behind them to the other man. Was he in good shape, Antonio couldn't tell. For the moment he left the supplies where they were figuring that someone besides himself could use them more now that he had bandage on his wounds. Turning back to Cora he got a puzzled look then inquired as she typed, "what's your father do again?" When something popped up on the screen he squinted and read it even as Cora read aloud.
Army? A dragon in time square with Horsemen? Tonio looked thoroughly confused and shook his head at Cora, "I've no idea..." The most he could reason was the guy was going nuts and probably planned a terrorist attack with centaurs and dragons. Rubbing over his chin he tried to recall what Cora just did along with something his cousin showed him one time, "scoot over for a second?" He smiled to Cora and waited for her to get up before sitting down and trying a hand at getting something to come up.
He types in a bit of code then suddenly a new window opened, holding his breath he waited eagerly.
And then there was keyboard cat.
Wincing he leaned back in the seat and laughed sheepishly, "at least it's not porn?" Rubbing over the back of his head, Antonio got up from the computer for someone else to give it a go since he clearly should not touch technology. Heading back to the books he placed the one in his hand back in its place then looked over the others.
Action: na Target: N/A Roll Results: Success ! My HP:25 Hp My Items: None Guest Name: Antonio Altamirano Guest Profession: Fantasy writer Physical Description: He is a tall, muscular yet slender Hispanic man. Around 6'0ft in height and has curly brown hair along with a tattoo on his arm. his clothing is now tattered and filthy. Brief Character Profile: Stubborn. Anyone that's met Antonio knows he's a little uneasy around a large number of people, one that prefers to do his job with as minimal talking as necessary after all he's there to do a job not make a friend. While he's a bit of a hard-a** when works involved he is able to cut loose and lay back when the situation for it arrives. He's an observer by nature which can have him coming off a little creepy at times.. well that and his own twisted sense of humor. All in all he's a generally silent sweet man until his temper gets the better of him or his 'inspiration' strikes.
This was getting terribly tedious. What was this building made out of? Reaver sighed, annoyed and began to circle it with judging eyes.
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Name: Reaver Physical Description:behemoth. Though, not as large as what a grown behemoth of Halloween could potentially achieve, Reaver is about the size of a Siberian Tiger and potentially just as mean. Her colors are rather subdued, fitting into what humans would deem more 'natural' with shades of browns and blacks. HP: 25/25 Target: Building Roll Results: 0 Office HP: 66/70
Cora after a bit decided to take a seat once again, chewing on the inside of her mouth as she types away. Only problem was, as soon as she got to the entry she opened the first time, she was blocked.
Pushing her hand against her jeans, she curses under her breath.
What was she doing wrong?
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Guest Name: Coraline Dolan Guest Profession: Photographer HP: 25/25 Items: banaids, suv keys Physical Description: Standing five feet, seven inches, she a beauty in her own unique way. With boy cut dark brown hair, its highlighted with blood red through the whole hair. Her bangs are longer and hang in her face most of the time. Slate blue eyes, with freckles all over her cheeks and nose. Normally spotted in a simple spaghetti strap shirt and flare jeans. Brief Character Profile: Full of life, she always has a smile on her face. To her, even the worse moment can be the best picture if you look through the eye of a camera. She loves to talk to everyone, and always tries to include everyone in.
Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 10:25 pm
[Entering]
Fluffy was a quiet Cerberus as he lumbered up, having followed along with Tavast. He'd missed the previous fight with the reaper, so instead just merely stared at the sight before him. The other monster was off trying rather uselessly to break the building... and Tavast was... just sort of lurking to one side now?
Fluffy didn't even know why they'd care much about the building so just wandered past Reaver without much notice, flopping down near the dragon instead. [Why here?] Not that he couldn't smell the lingering scent of the humans, but rather... why had they come here?
...something about it smelled a bit like a certain human he didn't like. Though the scent was quite stale. It didn't seem like he was around, so it wasn't enough to rile up the canine in his current mood.
Torvil
Sulk ok?
Chirigami
Sees you. Doesn't care for now.
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Name: Fluffy Species: Cerberus Short Description: About chest height for a tall male human, all black with black eyes, and a bit wild looking. Only one head and is just a 'pup' of a cerberus.
Pinching the bridge of her nose for a moment, Cora takes in a long deep breath before she looks down at the keyboard for a moment. Wait, what it she....
Looking back up at the screen, she quickly types out a few commands before she blinks as another entry was open. Reading it open, she found herself blinking as she tilts her head "Deus Ex Machina?" she glance over to Tonio, giving his shirt a tug as she reached out for him "Take a look at this.." letting his shirt go, she keeps typing.
Something had to give, and she was going to find out what.
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Guest Name: Coraline Dolan Guest Profession: Photographer HP: 25/25 Items: banaids, suv keys Physical Description: Standing five feet, seven inches, she a beauty in her own unique way. With boy cut dark brown hair, its highlighted with blood red through the whole hair. Her bangs are longer and hang in her face most of the time. Slate blue eyes, with freckles all over her cheeks and nose. Normally spotted in a simple spaghetti strap shirt and flare jeans. Brief Character Profile: Full of life, she always has a smile on her face. To her, even the worse moment can be the best picture if you look through the eye of a camera. She loves to talk to everyone, and always tries to include everyone in.
A few more minutes of typing, and once again she was stuck at the first entry she manged to get open. Gritting her teeth, she dug her nails into her palms.
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Guest Name: Coraline Dolan Guest Profession: Photographer HP: 25/25 Items: banaids, suv keys Physical Description: Standing five feet, seven inches, she a beauty in her own unique way. With boy cut dark brown hair, its highlighted with blood red through the whole hair. Her bangs are longer and hang in her face most of the time. Slate blue eyes, with freckles all over her cheeks and nose. Normally spotted in a simple spaghetti strap shirt and flare jeans. Brief Character Profile: Full of life, she always has a smile on her face. To her, even the worse moment can be the best picture if you look through the eye of a camera. She loves to talk to everyone, and always tries to include everyone in.
She didn't even know why she was still trying. Getting up, from the chair, she decided to give her brain a rest as she attempts to think about everything she was typing. Not to mention everything she just found on this computer.
What were they planning?
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Guest Name: Coraline Dolan Guest Profession: Photographer HP: 25/25 Items: banaids, suv keys Physical Description: Standing five feet, seven inches, she a beauty in her own unique way. With boy cut dark brown hair, its highlighted with blood red through the whole hair. Her bangs are longer and hang in her face most of the time. Slate blue eyes, with freckles all over her cheeks and nose. Normally spotted in a simple spaghetti strap shirt and flare jeans. Brief Character Profile: Full of life, she always has a smile on her face. To her, even the worse moment can be the best picture if you look through the eye of a camera. She loves to talk to everyone, and always tries to include everyone in.
Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 3:24 am
Adam's jaw dropped when he saw the bookshelf slide away to reveal a doorway. "Holy crap!" So that's what the noise was. "It opened up a secret room! Like in the movies! Badass!"
He walked in and was rather surprised at how ordinary the room looked. There was a computer, books, dirty socks... Hmmm, he wondered where the tissues and petroleum jelly went off to. Oh, well, this definitely was not the time to wonder what another man did in his free time. No, siree, Bob! This was the time to crack his knuckles and get to business.
...if only he could figure out what exactly that business was supposed to be. The Mexican already guy got the computer working. Now, he shoulder surfed the redheaded woman. There was some weird stuff getting dug up, but he didn't know if they were getting anywhere fast. He had to try something. "Excuse me, miss, could I give that a go?"
Krista_Darkangel_Silme
Action: - Target: - Roll Results: -
My HP: 25 My Items:Ninja Throwing Stars, Bandages (Heals 5 HP)
Guest Name: Adam Terrani Guest Profession: Lawyer Physical Description: Brunette. Short, curly hair. Clean shaven. Italian. Flabby arms. Beer belly. Muscular legs. Suit, tie, dress shoes. Neon orange noise cancelling headphones. Brief Character Profile: He tends to be anxious. He seems like he's constantly in a hurry. Like he doesn't know how to relax. He loves talking. He loves the sound of his own voice. He can easily talk your ear off. It's hard to get a word in edgewise with him. He has botanophobia. Are they arriving with a buddy character? If so who: No Your AIM & Minipet SN: AIM: averyairdale, SN: Tenko72
It wasn't difficult for the bigfoot to find the office building. All it had taken was following the humans that fled. Tiretracks usually led to roads and then to more tire tracks again. The promise of food and the fun of a little more destruction had great appeal to the bigfoot, who was currently nursing a few leaking stab wounds due to the reaper who'd attacked him only a little bit ago.
He was glad to see others were here assaulting the building. He wasn't sure if the beasts were friend or foe, but he gave them all a pleasant grin and wave as he arrived.
Action: na
