While everyone else was likely feeling so very much better, Vayne was not in that book at all. He felt miserable. The fever and shakes in him felt worse. He scratched violently at his arms.
The blond flopped down on the floor, his hands going to his head again. Damn this was bad. He hissed between his teeth and squinted again. "Boss, I don't know.. what you mean but I feel terrible. Like someone lit a fire in me, and covered me with itching powder before kicking the s**t out of me and tossing me here."
He gave a wry smile at that, before looking at everyone else. "Heh, but this is the way it goes... right?" He had to figure something out to help himself. "Anyone got... any ideas what can make this better? I would.. suggest a f"n, tonne of pain killers."
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[ Infection Rate ]: NUMBER 40 /100 HP: 49/50 Character's name: William Vayne Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24795187 (desc here) Character's survival stats: William VayneView (based on_)
Blade Kuroda
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 7:56 pm
“I'm, um... fine.” said Shaun, “What the hell happened? Are you all right, boss?” he asked, keeping his distance. Very much distance.
OOC
[ Infection Rate ]: 0 /100 HP: 37/50
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction:Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Furrowing his brow, the Boss looked over William, trying to spot any injuries.
"Did you touch anything strange?" he asked. The symptoms listed were certainly not something that seemed good. Something was wrong, though he wasn't sure what, exactly. It could be some sort of illness, or something worse, something akin to what he had undergone personally not that long ago.
His attention shifted to Shaun, then nodded.
"I am now," he started before pausing, glancing at everyone, "...Thank you, all."
OOC
Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
Steal
OOC Note
Got some confirmation from Zoo, you do not need to have participated in the battle itself to be able to claim the bonuses of freeing Boss!
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 8:09 pm
Blade Kuroda
Oh thank bob! T-T I was worried Vayne was screwed, I will have him ICly recover slower.. since he was the last there then.
Vayne looked at the boss and gave a weak shrug. "May be shock or something.. maybe..." The Itching was easing a bit.. but.. he still felt bad. Maybe he was just tired? "I am sure I will get better.. just.. I..all of this.." He waved one hand around. "It makes no sense to me." He slid down on the ground, using his sweater as a kind of pillow.
"Maybe a bit of sleep..?" He rubbed his forehead weakly. "If something happens, wake me.. I may be able to help.." As far as injuries.. maybe the insane mutating rabbit that bit him had done something? It was a tiny bite on the finger though.
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[ Infection Rate ]: NUMBER 0 /100 HP: 49/50 Character's name: William Vayne Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24795187 (desc here) Character's survival stats: William VayneView (based on_)
It was about that time when Shaun noticed a smirking... shadow. It looked like one of the prisoners, but it wasn't, just like the shadow from before wasn't. It waited, patiently, for someone to notice it, and then it winked, waving slightly.
"Was that here the whole time?!" Shaun exclaimed, reflexively lashing out at it, his face harried, "What even... Ow! is it?!" He was hurting, and not doing particularly well...
(Poor Left Out Shadow HP: 6/15)
[ Infection Rate ]: 10/100 HP:27/50
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction:Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
The Boss nodded to William, then turned his attention to whatever Shaun was shouting about.
In his recovering state, he hadn't initially realized there had been two Mia's here.
"Dammit," he growled before getting his weapon ready and moving in to strike down the one that was semi-transparent.
HP: 40/100 Damage: 5 Shadow: 1
OOC
Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
Monica's mouth opened. What was wrong with Shaun? Why was he sobbing? Wait, no - why was he shouting at Max? Why wasn't anyone paying attention to the creepy thing that was just standing there watching them? Why was everything happening so fast? It's not fast; you're just dumb, someone said. "Who said that?" she asked aloud.
Her question went unanswered, probably because there was a far more interesting arrival just then. It was the boss, tall and black and bloodied, with a long horn jutting out of his forehead and a bright green glare. Where had his eyepatch gone? What was wrong with him?
Monica'd have rushed forward with the bandages he'd given her but everything still seemed to be happening too quickly. People were converging on him, hitting him - and then.
And then he was back to normal, and perfectly fine, except that he looked beat up. "Are you okay?" she asked, looking aghast. "Do you need those bandages?"
But it was a stupid question; he was alive, and so was - so was -
Mia's shadow! It was still there. Monica whirled around again, watching it interact with her compatriots like some twisted mirror. It looked hurt...but it wasn't gone. She lashed out as quickly as she dared. "Is everyone okay?" she called, raising her voice. "Sorry...sorry I blanked out."
She was more than fine now, though: her head had stopped hurting. No one was whispering in her ear. equipping fishing rod - 2d6-2 HP: 33/50 Damage to Mob A: 1 Mob A HP: 0/15
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Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky. [ Infection Rate ]: 0 /100
Shaun sighed in relief as the shadow vanished. He felt like s**t warmed over, and there was nothing for it but to stick with these people. Even if he still felt bizzarely pissed at them. All of them. For leaving him behind.
Except they hadn't? He'd left them behind? It was all so confusing – he couldn't wait to be back in his cell, listening to the radio on his dark cot, safe and sound and away from this insanity...
These people were one step closer to home.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 0/100 HP: 22/50
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction:Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Monica shook her head, peering antsily at the potato that'd shown up in that thing's wake. "What'll I do with these..." she asked, having picked up both the potato and a bottle of water. And there was a fishing rod on the ground...well, Greta could find a use for that, right?
HP: 33/50
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Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky. [ Infection Rate ]: 0 /100
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 9:45 pm
William was just lucky not to be stepped on as he slept through yet another round of battle. Not that he had slept through the first one, but this one he most certainly did because.. well he felt like s**t, and sleeping was the one thing he knew would make him feel a tad less like that.. plus Boss had nodded to him and he took that for an okay. If there was one thing about prisoners, is that they learn to sleep through a lot of loud things.
OOC
[ Infection Rate ]: NUMBER 0 /100 Knife 2d4-2 HP: 49/50 Character's name: William Vayne Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24795187 (desc here) Character's survival stats: William VayneView (based on_)
With the shadow gone, Magnus relaxed, but only a little.
"Save those bandages, Monica. I'm not dead yet," he said gruffly.
While the immediate threats were gone, he didn't sling his weapon away just yet.
"s**t. How long was I like that?"
OOC
Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 9:57 pm
"Well, that's a relief," said Monica, shaking her head. She didn't know what anyone would do once they got back if he -
If they got back. No, once. She had to be positive, no matter how bleak things were looking these days. "I only just got here with Greta," said Monica, indicating her frie - wait. Where had Greta gone? She wasn't - was she -
Was Monica okay? No, no, maybe Greta had just walked off. Maybe she didn't like fire. They didn't know each other that well. "But you seemed fine, once people started, um, knocking sense into you."
HP: 33/50
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Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky. [ Infection Rate ]: 0 /100
Mia felt completely useless. He sat back, huddling his own legs as he watched everyone else attack his shadow clone, the thing that pretended to be him, while he did.... absolutely nothing.
The whole thing made him feel sick, and the blond was glad when it dissipated - also glad that the boss seemed to be okay even after everyone else attacked him.
He didn't want to attack anything anymore. Not after falling asleep and ending up with a random stranger bleeding out in front of him, his own hands covered with her blood. The blood, even now, was caked under his fingernails, and he shivered because he could feel it and he couldn't do a damn thing about it.
Mia really wanted a shower, and huddled further down into himself, mentally thanking everyone but feeling too depressed to say it out loud.
His eyes flicked to the boss-man, unsure if he should speak up or not.
[ Infection Rate ]: 0 /100
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Character's Name: Mad Mia Character's Faction: Prison Character's Journal Link:Hey! Listen! Over Here! Character's survival stats:Mad MiaView Coins: 63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Wiry thin with wild chin-length blond hair, and blue eyes. For clothing, he has goggles resting on his head over a llama hat. two scarves, a red shirt with a black vest, green pants, and brown boots. He looks... not quite all there in the head.
Diana had heard the sounds of fighting, seen the campfire nearby. It had drawn her in like a moth to a flame, and she'd hoped that she wasn't just imagining it all. She could hear people talking, somewhat familiar voices. Her own voices tormented her still, beckoning her into the fog. Isabelle's face hadn't shown up for a while, but she knew she was there somewhere watching her. Maybe her friends were there waiting for her. She'd hoped to find all of them, but it could all be lies. Maybe they didn't want to be found. Maybe they wanted her to stay lost. Her skin itched, causing her to lose focus on everything except the itching. It was driving her mad, and the more she focused on it and the thought of them abandoning her the angrier she became.
How dare they leave you, Diana. They don't want you around like I do. Only I can be your friend.
Isabelle's voice, or was it hers now, she couldn't tell the difference. It just kept speaking to her as she moved into the camp, her eyes searching for anyone familiar.
They're all liars. Liars. LIARS, LIARS, LIARS.
"N-no. Help me, please," she cried out, falling to her knees and trying to fight off anything that came near. A shadowy imaged appeared before her, looking like her, sounding like her. Was it her? Was she the fake?
"Oh poor me always alone. Hahaha, what a ******** joke. Just a useless waste of space." The shadow continued to mock her, enjoying the torment she was causing. "But what about my friends, they'll come to save me. Like hell they will. When it comes down to it they'll only worry about themselves."
MOB SUMMON
[ MOB NAME] YOUR SHADOW MOB HP: 15 HP Mob Autodamage: It only attacks back when you attack it, doing the SAME damage to you as you did to this mob. For instance, if you roll and do 5 damage, it will do 5 damage to you. This applies to everyone attacking it. Mob Special Ability: This looks exactly like you do. Who it takes the form of is the person who "summoned" ie: rolled it. It is able to talk and mimic the identical actions of you, the only difference other than it being much, much more sinister and sadistic is that it is also semi-transparent, fading to grey, around the edges. Other than that there is no difference between you and this apparition. Mob Loot: Roll 1d4 to see what you get: 1: Junkyard five card: (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_5.png). Add to journal and use here 2: Junkyard six card: (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_6.png). Add to journal and use here 3. A potato on the minis site. Redeem it here! 4. Bottled water on the minis site. Redeem it here!
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[ Infection Rate ]: 40/100
Character's name: Diana Vyn Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:X Character's survival stats: X BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERX
Vayne opened one eye just in time to see something shadowy appear in the camp. Really? He wanted to sleep but this was getting a little crazy. Actually it was a lot crazy. With a mutter the blond got to his feet and attacked the shadow.
[ Infection Rate ]: 0 /100 
