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Carhop Cavalier rolled 3 8-sided dice:
5, 2, 3
Total: 10 (3-24)
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 Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 6:25 pm
The scorpion mass hissed at the one white coated human that had defended the other one, turning away to face a new source of FEAR. Ah yes, this one would be so perfect. It drudged forward, clawing and snapping and biting into flesh.
ooc Name of character: Uttam Faction: Horsemen HP: 40/40 DAMAGE DONE TO: Lock DAMAGE: 4 APPEARANCE: A horde of crimson scorpions
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Midnightglow18 rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 6:27 pm
Eye tried to strike the annoying boy again, but she missed badly "Death help me you are annoying!!" OOC Name of character: Eye Faction: Death Horseman HP: 19/30 DAMAGE DONE TO: Lock
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 6:29 pm
She still couldn't grab her weapon, even if she wanted to reach it. The water didn't stop coming, and the only thing the mermaid weapon could do was keep ejecting it in hopes that at some point Yaya's attack would run out.
She kept bubbling water out, leaving her open for Hamika's attack, at this point her eyes were closed and she was swaying. She just wanted this to end, oh god.
She couldn't even look at at Milo as she curled herself into herself, wrapping her arms around her torso and just wishing that the pain would just...fade away. OOC Name of character: Noemi Faction: Hunter - Mist trainee HP: 7/40 Damage: 0 Target: Hamika 
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 6:31 pm
It was a good thing zombies were durable--though his head nearly flew off from the punch. It barely hung on as he slammed into a pillar, and a deep, white-hot pain erupted from his brain down until it felt like he might as well have been breaking bone in his body.
And then, mercifully, he forgot.
Mort came to with a bleary look and a skewed gaze of the world. Quite calmly (though there was so much noise) he pushed his head back in place and groaned, barely able to move forward. What was going on again? He might have gotten into a fight. There seemed to be quite a lot of fighting going on actually . . .
"Uhhhhhhh . . ." Ow. Ow.
He looked about as dumb as he sounded, but at least he was smiling a little. That made the pressure not so bad around him.
"N'one g-got, er . . . needle . . . ?" This group looked as nice as any. Maybe they knew what was going on? The zombie looked quite hopeful now.
OOC Name of character: Mort Faction: Amity HP: 50/50 Target: Damage: Status Effect: Forgets everything/everyone every other post
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Beejoux rolled 3 8-sided dice:
8, 6, 1
Total: 15 (3-24)
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 6:40 pm
"It is almost over." Her fingers closed, water condensing in the poor thing's throat. An impassible barrier. "Die." Glowing eyes flicked up to the more distressed of the two male hunters, and she grinned, self-satisfied and cruel. OOC Name of character: Hadiyya Faction: Y2 Marid Demon HP: 60/60 TARGET: Noemi DAMAGE:
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 6:40 pm
Through the fog of sudden confidence--through the delirium of feeling that he might watch the world fall apart at his feet, of his own doing--he smiled, dimly, raking his fingers through the living mass of his crown, affectionate, pleased, and he went towards her. (He knew that they had nothing but resentment for one another. He saw in her eyes the conquering hatred. She could not have him--no one could--but from a place where he had believed that no one wanted him he found himself certain that they would fight for him, violently, with teeth bared until one of them fell, and he delighted in it.) He had forgotten, momentarily, the clamor and chaos of the battlefield around him. He only wanted to unite them: the three of them, a warring triad with he at the center, and he reached an arm clad in a spiral-moth cloak out to her, to lace it through hers, arresting her movement fluidly. He touched her without hesitation or fear, reaching to brush an errant insect from her brow, back up to the seething mass of her crown. It was fond, and almost as reverent as it was possessive; as worshipful as it was greedy. It was, in short, the way he always touched her, save that it was now unafraid. He brandished his knife in his free hand, and with a sweep of it he took in the shape of the battlefield: all bloodshed, all chaos, the sounds of screaming and of metal on metal. It was an inviting sort of gesture, as a gentleman, with a lady on his arm, might have indicated a dappled pathway through the trees, beckoning and forbidden and intimate and full of promise. "Let's go for a run," he said, in a voice full of wings and chimes, and the dark-rimmed eyes above the veil smiled at her, mocking and wry and fiercely affectionate. OOC  Name of character: Taym Faction: Deus Ex HP: 40 BOSS HP REMAINING: DAMAGE DONE TO: BOSS (7) CHG: 3/3  Loyal to Deus Ex CURRENTLY A FAMINE HORSEMAN (1/3)
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 6:42 pm
Eye shuttered wondering if her fellow horseman who had become creatures would ever gain there human forms again, or perhaps they were doomed to this half life forever. She watched the red scorpions attack the annoying boy, and she had a tiny bit of pity for his stupidity. Not enough though to look a gift horse in the mouth and not thank death that a horseman had come to her aid so perhaps she wouldn't die and become some creature herself.
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Meegane rolled 3 8-sided dice:
8, 7, 4
Total: 19 (3-24)
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 6:44 pm
Chase, attacked Uru and flew away
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 6:44 pm
A great big bony hand (attached to a great big bony dragon skeleton) was quick to scoop up the dazed zombie before he could be descended up on by any of the warped horsemen or revitalized hunters. Aymet held his friend aloft in an open palm, nosing up to it with a massive skull that glowed from within a cold blue. "What did you say to her!?" he asked, clearly mystified by the reaction Mort had received. He cast a glance in the direction of the newcomer in armor. Whatever she had done, he felt more poweful than ever in his indiscriminate stomping. In fact, if she hadn't almost knocked Mort's block off, he might not have snapped out of it. Quote: NAME: Aymet SIDE: Evil Merlin Black Kingdom Fun Time Party Zone (Seeded w/ Evil) TARGET: Mort
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chiickadee rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 6:45 pm
Ying waved as Shun seemed to be restored, and watched as he flew off on the dragon with eyes of wonderment. Someday, she told herself, someday she too would ride a dragon as magnificent as that one!
But not today. Today she needed to continue to protect the others. That would continue with aiding a small, pinkish-brownish girl who looked very much defenseless. "Please be careful!" she said, shielding the girl from one of Medea's incoming attacks. "You must not hurt yourself!"
Unfortunately for Nim since Ying was so tiny, she really wasn't doing much to help. It was kind of cute, in a way.OOC Name of character: Ying Zheng Faction: Ponies HP: 50/50 DAMAGE DONE TO: -- DEFENSE for Nim This is Ying. Ying DOES NOT align to Medea.
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Grey Dragon rolled 3 8-sided dice:
2, 2, 1
Total: 5 (3-24)
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 6:46 pm
The giant, bug-infested horse continued to trample everything under her feet, but most potential victims had abandoned the fight. She continued almost by pure reflex, those sunken, gold eyes turning underneath the insects as she watched the pair who still attacked. Throwing knives disappeared amongst the cicadas, and it became impossible to tell what sort of wound had been left in their wake. The blast of water disappeared into the mass as well. It washed clean a segment of weathered-looking rib-bone along the Heir's side before the swarm melded back into place. The creature that was Cymbeline reared, her hooves lashing out at the dragon this time, who seemed so much more present than the little creatures under her hooves. The creature's own movement seemed to outpace the flight of the insects, revealing thick, heavy leg bones before being swarmed once again by the cicadas that hummed around her. OOC Name of character: Cymbeline Faction: Horsemen HP: 90/120 Damage to Poke: 0 poke mattix YOUR TURN HAVE BUGS they are in the air, but harmless for now. =3 Quote: This is going to be my last post of the night. If you want to get a last hit in, you can consider this my afk notice and be free to attack other people afterwards. =3
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 6:47 pm
Amrita had attacked Thackery? He couldn't resist the resulting frown, staring down at the pair wondering what was going on. Sure remi was forgiving, but he was also suspicious by nature. The only thing that was preventing that sudden surge of emotion, was the fact this was Amrita. She would never purposefully attack another student, ever. So he believed them, and decided to let it go. That was, at least. until he felt a sudden pain in his gut. The claws sank in easily, leaving behind something that he didn't even know. All he knew was he suddenly felt angry. " Amrita that hurt." He hissed out, feeling a bit more defensive now that those claws had sank into him by her own decision, he started to back away. Just one step. Help him, how could a gut wound HELP him? As if answering his question he felt something surge inside. Something that sent a wave of power through him, that somehow made him understand. Had Amrita done that? He hadn't noticed what had happened with Mort either, not until a familiar voice popped up behind him. It seemed Aymet had everything under control though, so that was a relief. Mort looked oddly dumb today... OOC Name of character: Remi Faction: Amity - Y3 HP: 75/75 (infected) DAMAGE DONE TO: DMG: Dice: 3d10-6 (infected)
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 6:47 pm
After her final strike to Medea had hit deeply -- another strong attack from the Death Hunter -- Hanna felt... different. Her arms froze, weapon still dug into the enemy's flesh, and then she just released it, left it dangling there until it was shrugged away. The twin blade clattered to the ground at her feet. Another pulse of energy rocketed through Hanna. Golden eyes lifted back to Medea, but the Death Hunter was, well, not a Hunter at all. Her softly tanned skinned had darkened to a deep gray, eyes golden as they had been before. Long hair was hidden beneath a heavy hood that clasped across her chest. Every inch of her was layered in fabrics that alternated faded gray and dusty blue. Her arms bore metal pieces with strange markings, as did her legs, but the strangest part of all was the Death Horseman Hanna could not recall why she was standing in front of the Priestess and not defending her. With a snarl, Hanna spun, snatching up the discarded twin blade at her feet, and seething at all who dared approach the Priestess. "I will keep you safe, Priestess," she said, a gray and pale blue blur where once she had been white and gold. The creature that had spurned such bile from her before only earned reverence now. Her tiny Horseman heart beat extra hard for Medea -- and why not? The Priestess was their leader, their savior. She would bring beautiful destruction to them, rain down blood like water on their corpses, and then they would grow fields on the bones, only to ravage those fields before they could reach fruition. A beautiful, endless, crippling cycle of Death. OOC Name of character: Hanna Nowicki Faction: Deus Ex HP: 35/40 not attacking, just standing guard at Medea currently.Currently a Death Horseman (1/3)
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a-disgruntled-dragon rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 6:47 pm
[ Hamika & Phymi ]
Yes, yes now was the perfect time to strike. She was ready, she was not so willing and overflowing with water. But Hamika was loud, so very loud and ---
Someone did the deed for her. Phymi was already in motion by that point though, and slipped very much on the water. She tumbled away from the group.
That was not... helpful at all.
Quote: Name of character: Hamika [ Shadow Self is Phymi, a horseman of Famine ] Faction: Y1 Student HP: 13 / 30 BOSS HP REMAINING: --- TARGET: --- DAMAGE: 0 Loyal to Self - Horseman Phymi was not quite the same. She was taller, the high collar of her tunic covering her mouth and nose. Her hair was longer, pinned in an intricate sort of pattern on her head. She was dressed a nomad, as a horseman of Famine. And shadows. Medea Counter: 5
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 6:50 pm
He caught sight of a familiar shock of white blond hair in the crowd, things were confusing, and so many people, things he didn’t know about coming repeatedly into focus. Frustrating really. He wasn’t looking so very hot when he approached. Actually not looking hot was an understatement. “Y… you’re not looking so good.” He said anxiously. “I… um… I don’t know how to medically treat humans, I don’t think I have any tape…I think that was important.” OOC Name of character: Pachua Faction: Faction: Student (himself again) HP: 24/30 DAMAGE DONE TO: N/A - ??-
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