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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-16)
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 Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2017 12:08 pm
Dylon stayed still after backing into an even uglier nightmare creature from hell. His breath held, the air still, and his eardrums seemed as if they could hear a pin drop. Then suddenly it opened a mouth where he was certain there could not have been jaws to do so. Tentacles gave way to the hideous rows of teeth, and without enough time to react, it bit down onto his arm and fear-shield. He gave a yelp of pain, gritting his teeth as he felt the jagged edges of the creatures fangs sink into his skin. And then it got worse, as it started to drag him deeper into the fog. "No! Let go!" He screamed without meaning to, losing his cool. Panicked, but still in control of some of his focus, Dylon used his free arm and weapon to stab at the beast's many tentacles, hoping he might discourage this thing from dragging him anywhere. He sliced them off in a clean swipe of his free arm, and with a painful grunt, pulled away from the creature even as it still held firm his arm. ABOMINATION'S HP: 1/10 Dylon's Attack: 9
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2017 11:14 pm
Thankfully Mark was relatively responsible during emergencies, and was already moving towards the source when they heard a pretty distressed scream coming from the direction of fog.
They arrived just in time to see Dylon lop of half the abomination's tentacles and upper jaw, blood oozing freely from his arm as he dislodged it from the teeth. Already, it was regaining itself, body stretching upwards in branch-like pieces to reform again.
"Poor guy," Mark observed sadly, "I think he's dying."
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 5
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2017 9:08 am
Gretchen kept right on Mark's tail as they hurried towards the anomaly, straight back into the fog they'd previous escaped from. It came with an instantaneous and power sense of dread, but she didn't slow, not even when she heard the scream. Though there might have been a very high, panic pitched little scream from the trainee as they found the other hunter--Dylon--and the state of things. Blood, an alarming amount of blood. A grotesque, monstrous thing with a split face, half it's head missing, and tentacles. Revulsion and self preservation had Gretchen taking a small step back, but in a flash of purple ruins she'd summoned her bo staff and charged forward again on the tail of Mark's defeatist and completely unhelpful observation. The thick, metal wrapped end of the staff was driven upward into into the thing's ribs, and when there was space enough for it, she'd swing the staff like a bat, smashing that same end into the side of the thing's head. "Mark, get Dylon!" HP: 40 DMG: 7 CHG: 1/3
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2017 12:43 pm
He knew pulling his arm away would come with consequences. But he couldn't risk letting the creature bite his arm off. His efforts were rewarded with injuries fully obscured by blood and gore coating his injured limb. He staggered back, holding his arm tightly with his free hand. s**t, he needed to attack again before... In a flash, the creature was killed off. His gaze wavered in and out of focus, the fog and his injuries making him disoriented. Help. Help had come. He blinked rapidly to rid himself of spots that sprinkled his vision, swallowing the pain. "You guys..." They weren't the goth twins. In fact, that was for the best. Mark and Gretchen were here. Wherever here was.. It meant he might make it out alive.
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2017 1:15 pm
It was a good thing Gretchen had turned around because Mark was showing a great amount of reluctance, going as far as to make a very pained expression as if he had nearly gotten his own arm bitten off by a zombie-thing.
With a deep sigh, after kicking away the wiggling leftover pieces of smashed flesh from the undying, Mark pulled out a first aid kit out of nowhere and began to extract Runic bandages and then an actual salve. He winced as he neared Dylon. "Uhhh, stop the bleeding first, then check for other wounds." He managed about five seconds of bandaging before he passed it to Gretchen. "You do the rest, I need to find the uh, antidote."
For a moment, it looked like the Death assistant wanted to say something else, but then hunched over and just went a little quiet, focusing on searching in what looked like a relatively small bag. Bittiface Dylon is starting to feel a little lightheaded - could it be from the blood loss? He can hear what sounds like his heart beating rapidly and then a strange static, as if someone was trying to talk to him through a phone held far away Beejoux Roll 1d6 to see effectiveness of bandaging. 1= hasty job, 6 = job well done.
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Beejoux rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2017 2:37 pm
She was breathing a little too quickly, weapon still held in slightly trembling hands, when Mark addressed her. It made her blink, and she desummoned the staff and moved to crouch down beside him as he began bandaging Dylon's arms. Then he was passing off the bandages to her. "Wait, but..." He was already rooting around for something else in his bag. "Okay." This really wasn't her forte, and perhaps that showed in the unsure look she was trying to hide behind what was supposed to be a reassuring smile. "Just hold on Dylon, you're gunna be fine." Pulling his sleeve back, she set to work on his arm. Applying pressure, wrapping the wound with the bandages Mark had dropped into her hands. It'd been years since she'd taken a first aid course, but apparently she hadn't forgotten anything, because when she sat back on her knees to wipe her brow with the back of her arm, she hadn't done a bad job of it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2017 3:14 pm
Dylon felt woozy. Just turning his head to watch Mark attempt to bandage him made his head spin. It took him a moment to collect himself again, and when he did, it was Gretchen now attending his arm. "Thanks.." He murmured, his voice not as cheery as he'd hoped it would be. To be honest, he felt horrible. Sick even. As if he might black-out if he turned too quickly. As Gretchen bound his arm rather skillfully, he felt his focus wandering. He turned his head slightly, squinting as he thought he heard static... in his own head, or at least nearby. He was pretty sure he wasn't wearing a headset, yet it sounded like... Dylon gave a very slow nod when Gretchen finished, unable to get over the rapid beating of his own heart. He couldn't seem to catch his breath. Everything felt off. Wrong. He blamed it on the injury and some sort of shock his body was going through. He tried, oh how he tried, to wave it off and give a flirty smile like he always did in times of trouble. It looked as weak as he felt. "Thanks, babydoll." He said with a short laugh. He moved to stand, but then thought better of it and stayed down. "Where is this place? I fell through a portal..." He stopped there, feeling his head swim and his ears buzzing noisily, closing his eyes to stop the world from spinning.
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2017 4:05 pm
"I didn't bring any with me," Mark groaned. He put his lava lamp, a flashlight, a modem tower, and what looked like a broken down satellite dish all back in his bag.
"Gold leader reporting in to Rogue One" came an unfamiliar voice for Gretchen or Dylon over the headset after a long period of static, "we're at location. Where- you?"
"Hang on, we're coming, uh, ummm," the Death assistant ran around in two panicked circles before settling on Dylon and Gretchen again. "Okay you two stay here I'm going to get some uh, some stuff, whatever you do don't move and you-" Mark turned to Dylon - "if you feel weird or funny or I dunno, suddenly want to eat someone's brains just like, do yourself a favour and don't okay?"
Without waiting for an okay, Mark sprinted off into the fog.
'You're infected', whispered a voice to Dylon, suddenly. Only he could hear it. 'You're going to die.'
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2017 4:13 pm
Gretchen smiled down at her fellow trainee as she lay a hand on his shoulder gently. "No problem, handsome. Anytime." It wasn't quite the sort of flirtatious charm she was used to from Dylon, but it was a shadow of it, and that was promising. She hoped. Of course she'd forgotten she had a headset on, and when a voice suddenly spoke over it it made her jump, yelping nervously before offering a sheeping smile to no one in particular. It wasn't Caelius, who was the only other person that had gone through the portal with them. It wasn't anyone she was familiar with at all. She looked a question at Mark as he paced in two quick circles, but nodded as he instructed them to stay put. She shifted her comforting grip from Dylon's shoulder to his hand, patting it lightly. "Alright, but don't forget about us." But he was already heading into the fog. Gretchen frowned, looking down at Dylon. Now what?
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2017 4:21 pm
Eating brains? Why would he want to eat brain because of a.... bite. But those weren't zombies, were they? Were.. they... His frazzled nerves wound up even more, disallowing his heart rate to ease up at all. At the very least he had Gretchen, who's comforting presence and gestures made him feel slightly better. He offered her a weary smile, which faltered suddenly as his face paled even more since the blood loss alone. His blood ran cold, as a voice whispered right behind his ear. The hairs on his arm stood up, and his heart felt as if it might explode from terror. His head turned slowly over his shoulder, looking past Gretchen at something unseen. I'm going to die.His breathing was barely controlled, with shaky breaths in and out. Vahn was uneasy in his mind, like a cornered animal ready to strike. He felt himself begin to panic. "W-what was that?" He murmured, swallowing dryly. His dark eyes widely focused on Gretchen.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 3:47 pm
When Dylon looked up again, he would see Gretchen as she actually was, vines winding through and within her body. Some of them wriggled as she talked, some of them sprouted out from her eyes, her face, before pulling back into her skin again.
"You're going to die and she's going to kill you," the voice said adamantly, only in Dylons ears.
While Dylon's wound had mostly stopped bleeding, there was something very, very wrong with his appearance. He was looking paler, sweaty and sickly, and his eyes had taken on the faintest tinge of green.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 3:54 pm
Her concerned frown deepened as Dylon's focus seemed to slid past her, and he asked if she'd heard something. There wasn't much to hear where they were. Faint night time sounds, crickets and maybe a frog off in the distance, the far away shuffling of large things moving through the underbrush. She didn't think he was talking about any of those, though. "Did I hear what?" With the question came an undeniable sense of dread. She squeezed his hand where she held it, patting at his fingers where they curled around her own, and watched as his complexion paled even further. A moment ago she'd been fairly confident that he'd be fine, now she wasn't quite so certain.Even with the bite to his arm, the blood loose, this didn't seem right at all. "Dylon..?" She blinked as she watched his face, low lip catching between her teeth. Had his eyes always been green?
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 7
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 3:59 pm
Gretchen's hand on his.. what had been his only warmth and comfort through the pain and sickness had turned. He was seeing her for what she was. The illusion broken, as vines poured out of her like a nightmare or horror film. The voice rang louder than his own weapon, urging him to beware of the danger at his side. Mark had left him alone, injured, with a demon. "Stay away.." He said with a tremor in his voice, yanking his hand away as if it were suddenly going to dig under his skin and poison his veins. He summoned Vahn again, twin katars pointed straight at Gretchen's face. The sudden movement without warning cutting across her cheek before he backed away, pushing backward with his feet while still sitting, too woozy to stand. "Stay back! MARK!!" He screamed out, worried he'd be done for if he didn't have help. "She's one of them!!" < >
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Beejoux rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 4:15 pm
Gretchen screamed as the blades took her across the cheek, hitting the ground a second later as she threw herself back and away from him. There hadn't been enough warning, not even with Devika's snarling hiss filling her head. One second fear, and the next Dylon was yanking his hand away and lashing out at her. Sucking in a breath through clenched teeth, the Death trainee gingerly touched the place he'd struck her. Two slices, one high and one low, but they were shallow things, superficial, despite how much they stung. ( No time girl, on your feet. Fight!) She flinched, even as she sat up and rolled up on her knees. I don't want to fight him, he's my friend.( Doessssn't look like you have a choice. He want'ssssss to fight you. Defend yourself.) Summoning her weapon was the easy part, but she couldn't seem to bring herself to retaliate. The state he was in, she was afraid...if she attacked him, what would happen? HP: 33 DEF: 2 CHG: 1/3
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 7
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 4:30 pm
The monstrosity wearing his friend's skin had a weapon now. Dylon could still hear the voice warning him over and over. You're going to die, and she's going to kill you. If he turned his back to run away, she'd attack him, and he'd have no means of defending himself. He felt so sick. Betrayed and confused. His limbs shook as if he was freezing cold. Those damned brats... did they know what that portal led to? Had they done this to him on purpose? But why? Why him? "Stay away.." He repeated again, his voice laced with impending heartbreak and loneliness. "I don't want to die. I don't want to die.." He was a hunter. He had to do what was expected of him. This was a creature, and it needed to be killed... right? That meant he had to get in close again. But this was the only way. To defend his honour as a Moon Hunter.. and to keep himself alive. His blades burned blue as he stood on shaking legs, stumbling forward and attacking the girl he'd thought was his friend. HP: ??/40
Damage: 3
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