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Zoobey rolled 4 12-sided dice:
1, 8, 8, 8
Total: 25 (4-48)
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 Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 4:03 pm
"There are only three countries that do not use the metric system compared to the majority," said the Death lead, who took Rep's question quite literally, "And you are all failures."
Thanks, Caelius.
Mark had somehow managed to do three lazy flops away from the various churning sea of vines and picked up his weapon again, using it as a prop to help himself back up. "If we had time travel," Mark wheezed," I would time travel back to a time where I fixed the GPS and kilometers was not an issue. Why is life so difficult."
It seemed Rep wasn't the only one to function best while under extreme situations of self misery.
At this point most of the offensive vines had withdrawn, creating more of a defensive barrier around the larger gargantuan, which was interesting, beginning to dissolve, and drop random unharmed civilians around them. OOC HP remaining: 132 Mark attack: 3 dmg Caelius attack: 12 damage
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Baneful rolled 10 12-sided dice:
9, 9, 10, 5, 3, 5, 8, 7, 10, 12
Total: 78 (10-120)
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 4:20 pm
"Well they didnae use kilometers in the UK which is the only country that matters." Rep said huffily in a rare moment of patriotism. He figured if Deus had road signs they would mostly be written in the language of cryptic hints and backhanded insults. "Metric with exceptions is best."
Mark did get another impressed look at his sheer ******** luck, before Rep snarked, "Go back in time and fix your taste in fiction.", while turning back to face the thrashing and encroaching vines.
Tracey was charged and carrying the axe without Marie to interfere with the ebb and flow of fear for the first time in over a year was satisfying in the extreme. It was just Tracey and him without walls or s**t in their way, able to use their own Fear however they wanted to. He closed his eyes for a second, ignoring the vines that twisted around his arm while he stood dead still and concentrated on nothing but the fear itself. The dagger under his shirt glowed viciously and tendrils of black twisted around the axe, a magic circle etching itself on the ground beneath his feet.
When he moved he tore the grip of the vines free instantly and launched himself as if he weighed nothing at all ( and wasn't carrying what should have been several tons of steel in both hands ) directly at the cage around the defending beast, snarling with the effort of bringing the entire axe around in an overhead swing, crashing it down with all the momentum and force he could muster as gravity came back full force and for a few moments, Tracey weighed what he really should have.
HP: 40/60
DMG: 27
Charge: 3/3 Boom
HP: 105
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Zoobey rolled 4 12-sided dice:
6, 8, 5, 8
Total: 27 (4-48)
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 5:22 pm
The behemoth visibly flinched backwards, thorns and green shedding like an infested layer of skin. More humans, victims fell from its grip in such an uncanny way, it took a while to register they were civilians.
Or perhaps a little more than civilians.
"I think-" Mark began, and suddenly stopped, wincing as there was a terrible howl, as most of the vines withdrew and began to pile itself layer upon layer. "I think I'm just about to pee myself," the Death assistant concluded, taking a few steps back, not forward. It as only by pure luck that several of his explosive devices he had dropped before went off, a happy accident that blew up many of the retreating vines.
'This place is small," again, that jarring noise, infuriating and painful at the same time, "The cage is unfinished. This knowledge is impure." It seemed to struggle within itself for a moment, form flickering into several different shapes as the vines arranged and rearranged themselves. Human-shaped, animal-shaped, creature-shaped, mask-shaped. Getting too close to it resulted in being hit by thorns dancing on all sides.
It finally settled on a form: that of a cocoon that wrapped itself around and around in vines. Defensive again. OOC All attacks are HALVED FROM THIS POINT ONWARDS! 6, 8, 5, 8 Mark: 8 damage 40/60 HP Caelius: 9 damage TOTAL HP REMAINING: 88
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 12
Total: 15 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 5:43 pm
Rep was concerned about the civilians. After the last few months he'd learned to dread anything which took hold of any large number of humans as there was usually zombie-like symptoms widespread as a result. Rep landed on the tarmac, panting from the effort of the charge and got out of the way of Mark's explosion in the nick of time, taking only peripheral damage from the combined vines and shrapnel.
<> There was a haughty sniff. <<Be more careful.>>
"You'll be FINE." Rep barked in a rare show of completely useless motivation, about to go on and say that he actually thought Mark was doing pretty well when the voice spoke again, cutting him off and making him shake his head and cover his ears at the voice - it made no difference. "I ******** hate it when it talks." he said. "Do you guys hear that s**t?"
Attacking the cocoon did very little and he snapped irritably. "This ******** just used HARDEN."
HP: 35/60
DMG: 4
Charge: 1/3 Tick (99 Problems used)
HP: 84
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Zoobey rolled 12 6-sided dice:
5, 4, 1, 6, 3, 2, 4, 2, 6, 6, 3, 1
Total: 43 (12-72)
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 5:53 pm
Mark faltered in midstrike, tripping over a miscellaneous body as he just stared at Rep. "Did you just use a Pokemon reference?" He realized a bit of his mistake and hastily covered it with, "I mean I only like, know because Allan wouldn't stop talking about it and-"
- And it was about that time that both Mark and Rep would pretty much get plowed over by their lead's attack, because while Caelius had enough courtesy and patience to wait until others had done their job, he really just didn't. In fact, most likely the other two had no clue the attack was even coming as a rather impressive blue arc sailed through the highway, cut through the already ripped dirt, and sliced through the shell. Around the opening, bits and pieces of vine began to peel.
The cocoon did indeed have an inside, shaped almost like a ribcage, and in the center was a black fragment, almost placed like a heart. The shape audibly howled, flinched, and began to wrap around the exposed area in branches and branches, now lacking substance. It almost acted like a petulant child as it attempted gather form on thin skeletal legs, the last of the victimized bodies falling out from it as it twisted around, neatly exposing its umbilical cord. OOC Damage done: 43 Rep takes half the damage Mark's HP: 29/60 Boss HP: 41
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
8, 10
Total: 18 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 6:21 pm
Rep didn't answer Mark because there was no answer he could give which wouldn't incriminate them both further, instead he was about to try and steer things in another direction when Cael steered all of them in another direction rather literally.
Rep had never gotten in the way of an attack from Circe before, and he didn't want to ever again as even the glancing edge of the arc was enough to absolutely rend his shield asunder, Tracey lapsing into distressed latin as he they both regained their footing desperately, physically shaking from the backlash as he tried to convince himself that he could walk it off, that it was fine.
<<It is not fine.>> Tracey snapped, alarmed.
The fragment got a horrified look and he shook his head, reminded of the blue fragment he had found after the attack on the island himself and which he had stowed on the necklace he always wore around his neck, strung with his artifact. "We need to finish it off now." he barked solely at Mark, not about to dare order Cael to do anything at all but feeling the other scruffier man really could use some motivation.
His concern for his own wellbeing - as always - was extremely low as he rose and leapt once again right back into the fray, at least as much as he was able to reach, leaping up to go straight for the newly exposed hole in the creature.
HP: 8/60
DMG: 12
Charge: 2/3 Tick (99 Problems used)
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 7:28 pm
Rep's attack hit with satisfying impact as both skeletal vine and fragment were torn away from the center in a crude gash. The fragment grazed his cheek as it veered past him, falling between the pile of bodies. The mass of vines staggered backwards, creating arms that immediately went to examine its exposed chest-
- And then there was a terrible howl as the arms, the ribs, as everything split into vines, wrapped around, and consumed Rep entirely.
*
"Hey."
It was a faint, familiar voice, the sound of someone familiar.
"Hey," whispered the voice with a little more urgency. It was someone Rep knew, a familiar face, someone who was long dead, someone who he knew and had forgotten at the same time, "it's time to go. Are you coming?"
All around him were chains, chains that tethered him to a throne made of skeleton and animal skin. They kneeled over, a mass of black, and where their fingers touched, the chains began to break and separate. "This isn't you. This isn't your fight either. You've done your job, what you really want is just rest."
The word rest seemed to trigger some unconscious finality in him. He knew what it was really saying.
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 5:06 am
There wasn't time to twist away from the creature, to get traction and leap away from the vines, there simply wasn't time for anything as he was pulled into the darkness, a surge of terror leaping in his chest as the too serpentine vines reached out for him. The last thing he remembered before once again he found himself somewhere else entirely were the words. "Oh s**t."
In the dark he knew the voice. At first he couldn't place it at all but slowly he reached back into his memories and found what he was looking for. The guy had been sick, positively wasting away and he hadn't believed it, too close to the situation with his mother, too afraid to lose one of his friends. He was good at denial, it was easy to pretend everyone had been immortal. When he'd died Rep had blocked him out like the rest, part of the enormous buried hoard that resided in his head that was everyone who had ever left him in his life, gone but never truly forgotten no matter how he tried, persistent and terrible knowledge which surfaced when he least needed it to pull him back down with them.
Chained again, this time to a throne reminiscent of the hoard, the place he'd built to hide in, he was indeed tired and it was the kind of weariness that ran right down to his own bones, tired of being stretched thinly between one entity and another. But even tired, even longing for the kind of rest that was permanent and absolute his entire life and chasing danger like a death wish, he didn't want it. He wanted Harrison, he wanted his home, he wanted to go on because dragging himself onwards tooth and claw had become the habit of a lifetime and he didn't want to break it. He shook his head, resisting the seductive Thanatos pull of the offer and all it entailed.
"It is my ******** fight." he said, tensing every muscle he could and baring his teeth. Fighting back came to him as easily as breathing, a feral animal cornered by everything in his entire existence that he couldn't cope with. "This is my life and my ******** world. This s**t puts Ace in danger and it's not over. It's never ******** over."
"I'll sleep when I'm ******** dead, and as long as I can think and fight I'm not dead yet."
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 11:39 am
"Very good." their voice took on a more unfamiliar note, old, with a hint of perpetual sarcasm. "I'm counting on it."
*
Rep would wake up to the aftermath: they were still on the highway, though pretty much everyone was either unconscious or dead. The mass of vines was nowhere to be seen, though the pavement combined with the abundant mess of greenery made it seem like someone had shredded the highway with a very angry lawn mower. Or three angry someones with hedging ornaments.
"Oh hey!" It was impossible to tell how long Mark had been waiting, though it was still dark out so it could have been anywhere from seconds to minutes. "You made it! I really really didn't want to walk back, so I was hoping you would you know, wake up, and like, give me a ride."
He gestured to the car, that was still surprisingly, wonderfully, in tact, and dangled the keys. "Just us two. Looks like we got everything we wanted."
Not waiting for a reply, Mark helped himself to shotgun. There was a sigh as he rolled down the window and threw the spare hand out of the car.
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 12:14 pm
Rep groaned and rolled onto his back as he once again resumed conciousness, taking a few moments to himself as he simply took in the absolute chaos around them, once again more glad than he had a shield to protect him, reaching out gratefully to Tracey as he sat up.
<> the weapon said fondly, interrupting what Rep didn't want to have to say.
Rep stood and shoved his hair out of his face, looking downright relieved to see Mark was also all right after the ******** chaos. He smirked. "Only JUST ******** made it." he flexed his sore shoulders. "Luck is on our ******** side, I tell you. I mean, the kind of luck that stops you from dying, no the kind of luck that stops you getting into ******** life threatening situations in the first place."
He took the keys and made his way over to the car himself, flopping into the driver's seat with a sound of satisfaction, it was a ******** world better than the pavement. "Will it even start after all that s**t?" he said, turning the ignition.
There were a lot of things he wanted to ask. The fact Cael had ******** off as soon as the mission was sorted was a given, but why the ******** there were police with fear shield defying knuckledusters was a whole other thing. He didn't bother for now, pretty doubtful Mark would tell him even if he knew. Instead he said in a casual sort of way. "Does he leave you to get home on your own a lot?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 12:22 pm
"Yeah well SOME PEOPLE CAN'T AFFORD TO MAKE PORTALS OUT OF NOWHERE!" Mark yelled this out the window before he rolled it up, sinking into his seat and crossing his arms. Belatedly, he reached for the seatbelt, and then took out the GPS.
"Drive four ahead kilometers to your destination," the GPS suddenly remarked in a helpful female voice.
There was an awkward moment as Mark struggled to unroll the window, then fumble with his seatbelt so he could actually physically, bodily throw the entire GPS out the window. "AND GOOD RIDDANCE."
The car did indeed start, it at first spluttered, and then it roared to life, their only, seemingly only, saving grace. It seemed the wait period had helped cool whatever engines it had just slightly. Mark sighed in relief and then helpfully, pointed forwards, turning on the radio at the same time. It began to blast out Shania Twain again. "Eh, drive four kilometers or somewhat."
A pause. Some lyrics spilt out something along the lines of "That don't impress me much."
"I MEANT FOUR MILES."
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 12:48 pm
Rep smirked. "If I could make portals out of nowhere I wouldn't ******** keep turning up at my work every day. Cael's like one of those guys who wins the lottery and then just like, keeps doing his boring ******** accountancy job anyway just out of the sheer joy of making other people miserable." He drove a fraction more carefully and slowly than before and though he still toyed with speed limits, it was evident the huge dangerous monster had at least had some mental impact.
He lost it as the GPS went sailing out of the window, after all the chaos it had caused with its useless advice he really didn't ******** regret it's passing. His mood was temporarily perked up in a way only surviving a near death situation could really achieve, a sort of mortality afterglow borne of the statistical reassurance that there would be some sort of logical downswing of peril while the universe gathered its ******** resources against him once again.
The music was irritating, but not even as irritating as it had been. "Where did you ******** get this car from? This radio is the worst."
His reduced speed was partially due to the fact he wasn't actually in a major hurry to get back to the island, it was always nice to get out back into the world and it didn't seem to bother Rep too much that he had just driven out from an absolute heap of bodies just a minute ago, he was contentedly basking in the living world outside the island while he got the chance. "I should have brought some ******** OSTs with me. Anything other than this shite. What does she think she is a <******** cowboy?"
Rep shrugged. "Four whatevers."
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 1:24 pm
"Portals are overrated," Mark looked entirely disgruntled, "if you want true power you should be able to make a suit entirely out of iri- pull over pull over the portal is over there!"
He barely waited for the car to slow down before he opened the door, and pretty much fell out of it, since he had forgotten about the seatbelt. The Death Assistant would just lie there, groaning, staring into the endless sky, pondering about the existentialism of his existence, or more like his existence of being too fatally amazing.
In the distance was indeed the promised land of the Target. "The sooner we leave, the better, this city is freaking cursed."
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 1:46 pm
"What's the point in being dependent on a ******** suit when you can be a dragon and BE FIRE AND DEATH and no ******** crippled if someone shoots you in the shower." he got out of the car irritably, as if Iron Man had personally offended him by existing, heading over to pick Mark up and prop him up on his feet, dusting him off.
"No. Let's go shopping. There's a Target right there. The portals aren't ******** working on the island, I have s**t to buy, there are new games out, Ace isn't here to whine about me spending money. Come with me or don't but THINK QUICKLY. I'll buy you a milkshake."
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 1:57 pm
A deep, resigned sigh. "Rep, I have many, many, sexy ladies waiting for me back at my lair and- okay fine, but only if they have cookies and cream." He bounded down the hill towards the Target faster than Rep himself, so excited at the prospect that someone was going to buy him something for free. The sad part was Mark easily had ten times more money than Rep would ever see in a year. "And I want two scoops. And a waffle cone!"
Thankfully the place was open, being a 24 hour store, though the employees seemed to be too weary to pay either of the two any notice. Mark ran around about five aisles like a bat out of hell and somehow managed to relocate Rep again despite there being about thirty aisles of content. "I changed my mind, I want all of these flavours." He was holding about ten different Ben and Jerry's pints and a box of waffle cones.
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