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Rejam rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-20)
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 Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 10:31 pm
It was impossible to miss America's spectacular finish, and maybe there was a pang of envy on Taym's part as, instead of attempting to emulate her self-confidence and theatrical display of prowess, he merely slipped his blade under his shadow-self's ribcage (above his damnably toned stomach and heedless of the arc of his irritatingly-muscular arm as it snaked in for a retaliatory blow), gave it a wrench, and watched the simulacrum dissipate.
He stood motionless and watched it go. No one liners. No triumphant battle cries or even noises of relief. Just silence.
Being sensitive, Taym thought, was the ********' worst.
HP: 25
CHG: 3/3
ENEMY HP: DEAD
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poke mattix rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 2
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 12:35 am
When the green figure appeared, Jason couldn't help but think that he wouldn't mind being less scared.
What he got for his wish was a insanity mob who looked exactly like him, but was shouting a savage war cry and charging right at him.
"s**t s**t s**t s**t."
HP: 40
Damage: 5
Charge: 2/3
Mob HP: 20
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poke mattix rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 5
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 12:38 am
More swearing occurred as he had to duck to avoid a rather savage swing from his duplicate, managing to get underneath him and stab the mob right in the chest. It was a good blow, and as he pulled his sword out he realized his weapon was glowing brightly.
HP: 35
Damage: 9
Charge: 3/3
Mob HP: 11
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poke mattix rolled 11 4-sided dice:
3, 1, 3, 4, 3, 1, 3, 4, 4, 2, 4
Total: 32 (11-44)
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 12:42 am
It took a few minutes for Jason to prepare to his charged attack as his double wasn't letting him get far enough to use it. So after a bit of screaming from both sides, Jason managed to put enough distance for him to face his attacker and swing his sword, filling the mob with black needles.
Once it disappeared, he flopped on the ground to focus on breathing for a bit.
HP: 30
Damage: 23.2
Charge: USING Swift strikes (Y3)
Mob HP: its ded
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 1:28 am
Despite the heavy weight of so many years of guilt that now sat on her shoulders, Mimsy didn't feel quite as terrible after the reassurances. Wrong path to the right destination. She liked the sound of that. It made her feel much better, sort of hopeful in a way she had never felt before. This was not like the excited, over-eager hope of discovery, but something more calm and comforting. It encouraged her to stop stubbornly swimming against the current in favor of letting it carry her to the place that she needed to be. Apparently, in a more literal sense, that was somewhere unfamiliar with a giant killer insanity pumpkin nearby; but there were far worse concepts haunting her in the back of her mind, so this was certainly manageable. She simply continued to cling to Robert, both arms wrapped around one of his, and silently battled her less physical problems until the light caught her attention. The considerate thing to do was listen to this entity, so she did. Then her eyes narrowed at the figure, confused and disbelieving. "But that makes no sense," she thought aloud, shaking her head. "I already have that. I can be better now. He said..." The figure began to disappear, and she realized she wasn't sure why she was talking to it in the first place. But the sentiment was still there, slowly forming in her mind - it wouldn't be right to keep it hidden, she thought, so she looked up at Robert and smiled. " You said that you needed me forever, and I already know that you can fix me." She tried to smile wider, and it just went more crooked instead. "What else could I wish for? It will all come together when that happens. I can be normal and human and happy. Everything I need is right here." Content with her decision, she held her head high and pat him on the chest. No more than one second later, her stomach lurched and she yanked her hand back as if it had been burned, a wide-eyed look of horror on her face. She stared and forced herself to take several deep breaths of cool air. "I mean you! All of you!" She spoke hurried and panicked, racing into the advantageous lack of nausea to absolve herself of possible guilt, and began to wring her hands and cringe as she looked up at him. "Not just your heart, I mean, it is important to have all of you, because why would I just want your heart, ha ha, that would be ridiculous and abhorrent, and I would never cut out--" One hand quickly covered her mouth and she began to shake her head, the movement occasionally accompanied by a muffled 'unh-uh'. "No. Nope. I have you, and oh wow you look just incredible the way you are, strong and tall and all in one piece." Somewhere mid-sentence, her hand had found its way back to him, and had begun to pet him with a flat palm and splayed fingers. As she trailed off, she just kept petting, a visibly distracted vacancy in her eyes.
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 4:15 am
It really shouldn't have surprised anyone that their 'harmless' meeting would turn into something that completely defied logic - even the word meant nothing on this island anymore. Robert felt the floor drop out from underneath them, and his first instinct was to grab Mimsy and get under her to soften her fall. But it wasn't much of a fall, more of a suction vortex that left them in the middle of a fight. A fight with a giant pumpkin monster - no, not monster. Giant pumpkins were people, too. And then the sick pulled a Princess Leia on them, but instead of asking Obi Wan for help, it granted them wishes. That didn't look suspicious at all.Mimsy was taking the entire thing very seriously, but Robert wasn't even giving it a thought. So instead, he listened to her carefully work through her thoughts, but then she smiled, and he felt a pang of worry that this wasn't exactly his Mimsy, after all. It was when she touched his heart that he felt relief, but it was short lived. Robert felt the sink of despair clutching at him, and he wrapped his arms around Mimsy's waist, hefting her up until she was eye to eye with him. The vacancy was noted with resignation. "I'm not gonna fix you." Robert whispered, pressing his forehead against hers. "Because you're perfect just the way you are. You can change, and grow, and learn, because that's what we do. But even if you don't, I love you just like this." He cast a wary, disappointed look at the stick, and contemplated whether he wanted to make a wish or not. He could have wished that Mimsy retain this ability to feel emotion, if he really wanted it. "I made a wish, once upon a time." Robert grumbled sourly. "It don't work out the way you want it to. This, right here, is just fine with me."
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 9:30 am
Gold runes and dark metal came at her, and Peyton snapped to attention in time to deflect the blow away form anything vital, but she stared wide eyed up at the one wielding the knife. For it was a knife, not a dagger. An ornate blade with the gentle curve and the head of a buck for the handle. "What are you doing?!" She hadn't yet realized that others were fighting copies of themselves, or others. People and things brought to life by something as simple as mindless wishing. No, Peyton stared up at the tall, scruffy figure that advanced on her with a look of utter betrayal. He made a lung at her driving the knife forward, but she countered it again, knocking it away she retreated back. "Stop it! What's wrong with you?!" There was no answer, just a cruel twist of lips that bared his teeth. He kept coming, and she kept backing up. Blocking the blows she could, deflecting the sweep of his arm, and finally snapping forward to drive knuckles into his side. He grunted, but the smile didn't waver. It was altogether unsettling, and Peyton jerked away, out of arms reach, even as he kept coming for her. "Taym, stop it!" She hadn't noticed the real Taym fighting his own copy. She didn't notice anything at the moment except the insanity wish advancing on her. HP: 45 DMG: 3 CHG: 1/3 | 0/2 Mob HP: 22
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 11:05 am
There was only one wish Melvin had, and that was to be better person. A better boyfriend to Rin. A better best friend to Rep. A better fighter for Hunterkind. A better friend to everyone. Just all around...BETTER!
When he finally released Rin, he looked over to see the sad pumpkin sort of just half-heartily throwing it's vines as if questioning the very meaning of it's actions and the universe. Caelius, poor Cealius who just seemed very hurt, was doing his own thing. Melvin didn't want to interfere with his emotional expressionism and allowed him to have his creative space to let his inner self flow out.
Instead, he was approached by a dark figure - but not a dark person inside. No. No one was dark inside by birth, just misunderstood. This misunderstood person was him, but not him. He felt a bit flattered that they looked like him and moved like him, but decided that was selfish of him to be that egotistical and just waved.
"You are the worst." The Other Him said, but only as a placeholder.
"Oh, I know." He told the Other. "What's your name?"
"I'm you. Better than you. I'm everything that could be fixed about you and I'm here to get rid of the horrible life stain you are on everyone's life."
Melvin couldn't really argue with that, but still felt very sad that he had to go. He didn't want to leave Rin and everyone, but he guessed if it was for everyone's betterment, then he shouldn't make them unhappy by staying.
He still felt sad about, which was okay. Feeling was okay. He should feel more, but he bet this other Melvin felt more all the time. He was better after all.
Frowning, he watched at the Better Melvin came over and, not bothering to summon his weapon, punched him in the face.
Melvin went down, and then covered his head as he was then kicked. Better Melvin could throw a good punch. He wished he could throw punches like him.
HP: 45/50
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 11:37 am
Yelling at him wasn't doing anything. He just kept coming, stabbing at her with Fiona with reckless abandon. Like it wasn't her he was attacking. Or maybe like it wasn't him in control. The feral smile just didn't fit. She screamed at him again, catching his blade between the spikes of her knuckles and twisting to to the side to throw him off balance.
When he staggered she lashed out at him again, slashing with the curve of her own short blade from hip to shoulder. He gave another pained grunt, but was straightening almost immediately, and that awful smile remained. "Come on, I thought you wanted attention?"
She didn't want to attack him. She didn't want to hurt him. This wasn't what she wanted!
HP: 40
DMG: 9
CHG: 2/3 | 0/2
Mob HP: 13
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 9
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 11:44 am
Another sweep took him high in the chest, knocking him back a step, but he laughed. Jerking forward and swiping at her face. The tip of the knife catching her in the cheek, ripping through her shield. It made her stagger, retreating back a few steps with palm pressed to her face and pain in her eyes. Pain that had nothing to do with the landed blow.
HP: 35
DMG: 9
CHG: 3/3 | 0/2
Mob HP: 4
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 11:48 am
"Why are you doing this?!" It wasn't him, was it? Taym was an a**, but he'd never all out attack her, would he?
The blade bit into her shoulder, sinking in to the hilt before being jerked free.
HP: 30
DMG: 0
CHG: 3/3 | 0/2
Mob HP: 4
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 10
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 11:54 am
Another lung, the blade sinking in between ribs and driving her back against the wall. Pinning that petite frame with a gasp and a wince, as pale eyes widened. It wasn't him.
<Peyton, kill it!>
It wasn't him. It couldn't be. He'd never do that.
With a grimace of pain the Sun struggled against the knife still stuck in her side. Twisting against it in a bid to gain some manner of leverage before either hand rose up and came slamming down. Driving the curved lengths of short blades into the hallow of prominent collarbones.
Finally that cold smile faded from his face as the blade vanished into nothing. A trickle of blood fell from his lips, trailing slowly down his chin, then he dropped, gone before he hit the floor. And Peyton fell seconds after, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor with knees drawn up and a broken look on soft features.
HP: 25
DMG: 10
CHG: 3/3 | 0/2
Mob HP: -6 Ded
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 1:30 pm
"Nevada..." Otto frowned, "...they hurt pumpkin." He started to sniffle.
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 3:17 pm
"I have better hair than you." The Better Melvin shouted, kicking Melvin in the side as he decided to just curl there and be accepting to the pain. It wasn't the Better Melvin's boot's fault it was being used against it's will to painfully slam into his side. Melvin couldn't deny that the other Melvin, the BETTER Melvin had better hair. While Melvin's hair was now a short buzz cut, this one still had it's wavy locks.
"I use less conditioner than you!" He kicked again, making Melvin curl in. "And I don't text Rin to kill spiders that are in your room!" He kicked once more.
HP: 40/50
Better Melvin HP: 25
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 3:44 pm
America watched hot!Taym crumble to nothing and gave the man a thumbs up that wasn't quite as enthusiastic as it could have been had hot!Taym been slightly less attractive. Then watched another, thankfully less hot, version, of the man get its neck clawed out by a seriously unhappy-looking Peyton. "Well dang..."
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