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 Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 1:15 pm
Shun looked from Mitsu to Mot, then shrugged.
"The stick makes for good motivation. As you can see," he said plainly to his lycan. It worked like a charm.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 1:20 pm
"D-Don't" twitch twitch "Hit people with sticks." It might have been more threatening or commanding if her right eye wasn't twitching and her shoulder wasn't jerking. She reacting badly to electricity, not to mention her tail was fluffed out like a bottle brush.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 1:22 pm
"I could have used my daggers instead," Shun answered simply.
Shaking his head, he was still watching the area around as carefully as he could. It was quiet now. Possibly too quiet.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 1:29 pm
"D-Don't use those either!" She didn't bother to tell him it wasn't nice. He knew it wasn't nice and usually that didn't manage to stop him. Also his normal come back was 'I'm not a nice guy' so Mitsu thought she would avoid the long conversation...again.
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OnionGrump rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 1:31 pm
Tybalt heard both Mei's call and the crackling noise. Only, he heard them a second too late to react. There was a blinding pain as the electricity struck him. The strength of it causing him to drop like a fly, hitting the smooth surface, unable to move.
"S-son of a b***h..!" He gasped out, once his mind recovered enough to form words. He struggled to stand, to move his limbs, but the paralysis refused him an control of his body.
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
10, 12
Total: 22 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 1:32 pm
The sound of voices echoed back to him along the corridor but it was impossible to hear what was being said, it was just fairly evident that something was going down.
Steps 32/90 Past first point
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 1:37 pm
"That's right!" Boomed a voice, apparently coming from nowhere in the room, "You have all fallen to mine, Mark the stupendously awesome's trap! That's what you get for being so stupid. Not like 'stupend' stupid, more like stupid stupid okay, I'm stupendously awesome, you're stupidly like, stupid or something." The voice was seriously ranting, a little nasal and almost whiny over some unknown source. It was probably more annoying even than the paralytic side effect.
"Mark," Came another familiar voice that was neither whiny nor nasally and more like extremely pissed off, "I will have a word with you after this is done."
There was a loud squeak, what sounded like something dropping over the speakers, and then a CLICK as the voice fell silent. Unfortunately for the students, they had other problems to worry about as a familiar smell, a smell of thick earth and clay humming with Fear arrived in the room. They looked ordinary enough, perhaps creatures of Halloween, and perhaps students might have even been fooled, if they were not conveniently standing right next to the trap unaffected. Some students at this point recognized these for what they were, others were perhaps more confused. This didn't make sense. Was this a secret training class?
The somewhat-familiar voice moved faster than the students could react: another burst of brilliant-blue light and the students were pushed back another few steps, some still strewn on the ground. They walked as they always did, arrogantly, as if they owned everything, one deliberate stride after the next. "New faces this round, an unusual turn of events considering the originals have been so avidly hiding this secret for so long to protect you." Another step. "Then, who was it then who told you about this place? If you tell me now, I will let you go." OOC STUDENTS: - Once again, if you are paralyzed, you can roll a 6-sided dice. If you roll a 1 or 6, you can snap free! Anyone free can attack the ??? boss as they please, just QUOTE ZOOBEY so they know. - You can also interact with the NEW ARRIVALS (golems, which is OOC INFORMATION) if you want. Maybe ask them what they want (again)? Maybe ask them for help? - ALL STUDENTS ARE ASSUMED CLOSE TO THIS POINT NOW. Simply rp them arriving when this event happens/ just in time for them to hear the beginning of Mark's speech over the speakers. - If you took another path, you hear a strange noise a whirring sound. That is the last thing you see or hear as something sucks you in, and you feel yourself being ripped about Fear piece by Fear piece, slowly and painfully. At last you dissipate (YOU ARE NOW ICLY LOCKED OUT OF THIS AREA) HUNTERS: - A slightly-more-timid voice is relaying additional orders over the headset. Hunters in golems will need to spread out and move to a "safe spot". They can taunt the paralyzed students if they wish, but if they wish not to be caught in the effects, the need to find the next immediate safe spot. The current safe spots are the four numbers that make up the access point of the mission. - Hunters can also taunt students if they want, though they may get an unexpected surprise from doing so! Golems only have 10/10 HP so be careful. SUMMARY SO FAR After Arel was taken away by the Bogeymen, he wanted to leave the students a legacy, but it seems as if the Hunters also got word of his actions, and wanted to stop him before the students figured out the real secret to the Lake that Medea revealed in her Trance class. Unfortunately, the Hunters did manage to sabotage things, putting the students once again at risk. Will the students ever find freedom and true love? Find out next time on This Is Suffering.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 1:38 pm
"You seriously would have attacked me with daggers?!" Mot yelped, a look of a pathetic puppy painted on his expression. Boot Camp? More like Torture camp!
Suddenly play time was over.
Mot knew this was a baaaad idea.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 1:38 pm
"He wanted training so I gave it to him. The stick helped make sure he did it right. And yes Mot. If you had complained about the stick."
Well. It at least made sure he kept going. Considering how often Mot messed up it might not have been so useful to keeping proper form.
"But just keep a sharp eye out," he murmured, looking to switch their focus. A couple others have managed to get back to their feet. But it wasn't much still. He didn't have to wait too long before he heard a few voices, one being all too familiar.
And then they were showing up too. They looked like Halloween denizens, but given the situation, he knew better than that. As for the leader, he remained near Mitsu, keeping himself ready for a fight. There was a temptation to lash out, but as it was, they were currently outnumbered. And the leader was no pushover from past experiences. He didn't answer him either for that matter.
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Yayoi rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 1:47 pm
What was going on now? Mei's eyes had slipped closed but now they snapped open with the sound of voices. Flashing blue lights and all sort of shebuggery. Slowly, she managed to turn her head so that she could see what was going on. What were these earthy things stomping around?
Once more she tried to move but her body just wouldn't co-operate at all. She was going to dissipate or something and she couldn't even move! Frustrating.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 1:50 pm
After getting into his golem and was all set up, Deryk found himself in some sort of cave full of students. More than half of them looked like they were down. So was this why they were carrying these net guns? The hunter couldn't help but frown a bit, and he didn't even really look to see what he was right away. Whatever happened to taking willing students?
This didn't look like they were going to be all too willing.
Letting out a sigh, he looked himself over finally. The outfit he wore looked familiar. A dark hoodie with some tape. He was an undead of sorts. Oh and claws.
"Oh. Well then. I'm a Hunter. How ironic," he sighed to himself while moving over to spot 6.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 1:52 pm
A certain Lamia sort of...sauntered her way into the area, her movements rather awkward in the skirt she was wearing. She felt....stupid? This Lamia wasn't the type to wear skirts, let alone ones that clung to her in the same way a chubby kid clung to a doughnut, and she swayed back and forth trying to keep her balance. The Lamia looked down and noticed what looked like high heels on her feet, adding some serious inches to this problem, and she cursed a few times before attempting to kick them off.
Said kicking only caused her to totter dangerously back and forth, resulting in the skirt she wore ripping faintly at the bottom from pressure.
It also meant she went down hard, ripping the back off with even more gusto. Thankfully she'd fallen backward and no one was looking? If that even mattered and should have been mentioned? She was doing her best to keep quiet, maybe this Lamia had a nice, but when she went to stand up more of the skirt shredded and the Lamia let it allllll out.
"SONNUVA b***h WHO WEARS SKIRTS THIS FREAKIN' TIGHTA AH SWEAR TA GAWD." Her stupid high heel shoes were still on her feet, her skirt was ripped and her butt hurt from the impact.
This Lamia hated everything about her life at the moment, even the orders that popped over the headset that she had tucked safe away where no one could see it. She was also glad she was on number nine if that meant anything, but holy hell the Lamia was not pleased in the slightest. "Sonnuva gimmie back mah shorts an' mah shoes dammit." She reached down and pulled a shoe off, throwing it as far as she could. It...landed near some students, one of which she happened to recgonize. "OH, IT'S...UH SHU-...yeah. Ah dunno ya. Not...at all. Nope."
Ofelia, shut your mouth and don't talk to Shun. This was not a good way to meet him again, not after trying to be his friend and other things.
Nope.
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 1:52 pm
Israfel kind of expected hunters. Still stuck, he looked up at the familiar scythe.
"Hullo mister Caelius." Wings curled around him, though it was not from fear.
"No one really told us. A while back Miss Medea took us on a trance. We got to see memories. That's how we knew about this place, but..." He sighed cooing. "We are as we always have been, curious. Why, were you looking for someone?" He yawned. "pardon." So sleepy...
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 1:54 pm
"Jacking Hunters. Why should we tell you anything?" Jericho snarled while he was laying on the ground rather uselessly. He could still glare at the scythe wielder, Caelius though. And glare he did. If he could just get up, maybe he could bite his head off or something like that. The hunters didn't bargain. At least not fairly. The dragon was certain of this. Of if only he could just flame this whole lot. The others had showed up as well and he could pick up on the scent of earth and clay in the area. Right. Of course they wouldn't be here in their true bodies. Only the scythe master really had the balls to do that apparently. Jacking Hunters. Jacking false bodies. Jack. Them. All. Of course, the birdbrain siren had to speak up. "ISRAFEL!" he shouted.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 1:59 pm
Zar's timing was utterly fantastic as always, arriving just in time to once again find himself paralysed. It had to be the third or fourth time he'd found himself in this sort of predicament and he didn't even bother to struggle, simply sighed heavily.
"Oh for Jack's sake."
This sort of thing always ruined his suits.
He glared coldly at the students he didn't recognise who appeared fortunate enough to avoid the traps on the ground, but could not mistake that glowing scythe, he'd seen it several times. Hunter involvement. He wondered what they were looking for this time, and would have volunteered the information on who told them if he had it. But he didn't know, merely that other students seemed to know about it and he'd followed them along.
He hated being out of the loop.
For once being locked down didn't matter and Rep might have been happy about the golem situation if it wasn't for the fact that he was about three foot tall and wearing an oversized, very very puffy fur coat. The coat was acceptable, delightful even, the height on the other hand was ******** stupid." He gruffly muttered to himself. He wasn't even sure what he was meant to be.
Looking around the room though there were one or two people he recognised from the horseman assault and he only regretted there wasn't a great deal he could do to hurt them.
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