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prolixity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 6
Total: 14 (2-16)
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 Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 8:28 am
The clone swung again, and Noah dodged sideways. Not quite fast enough, as the weird sword version of his weapon scraped down along his side. He whimpered involuntarily, but lunged at the clone instead of back and away. Lazarus sank into its chest, lodged there for a moment, and then came loose as the thing dissipated.
Noah backed up, breathing hard, not sure how he felt or even what he should feel. What were you supposed to feel like when you'd just killed yourself? A freaky-a** other version of yourself, okay, fine, but still, he'd just killed something with his own face. After wishing he was braver and better, and getting attacked by that wish instead.
HP: 14/40
Dmg: 8
Charge: 3/3 (1 used)
Clone HP: -6/25
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Bloodlust Dante rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 5:46 pm
It was common practice to shadowbox, there were many days where the Life trainee spent imagining himself an opponent, imagining himself as an opponent to test his own skills. Never did he think that it would actually happen one day,even if the rules of the game have been altered.
It was the rumble in the jung-... whereever they were.
It was a sickening fight, and the champion was not blinking an eye at the chainsawed opponent. "Did this suddenly become a MMA or mortal combat or some crap? You look weak." he sneered, looking down on the contender. "You have no shot in hell at getting my belt." he taunted, confidence that was emanating from its very pores.
"Seriously?" Leon was agape like a fish out of water. This version of himself was nauseating, and egotistical to the point of sheer annoyance. "Are you serious?" -This is what you could have become, lean meatcake.- Nid added, adjusting the nickname to suit the situation.
Leon was going to be glad to take a saw to himself, and wonder if it counts as murder or suicide or some type of insanity-type felony.
"Oh just put your fists up and shadowbox." the firefighter countered and swung the chainsaw at any expanse of grey skin he could, sheering of fog and grey, fizzy matter. The counter punch to his liver was nothing to laugh at either, wheezing from the contact.
Hunter 'Firefighter' Leon- 40/50
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Champion 'Boxer' Leon- 19/25
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Bloodlust Dante rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 7
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 6:16 pm
Leon remembered feeling sad, and wanting hugs, but he did not want a hug from his more douchebag insanity afflicted alternate reality self. The strike to the side was stronger than he expected, stronger that what he thought the body could produce. It was scary how much the difference was when a life was solely focused on its craft instead of missions and side tasks and whatnot.
It didn't stop there as the champion pushed into the hold, breaking into the hunters defense and wailed blows on him. punches to the chest and ribs as the arms came up to defend, chainsaw held at arms length like a barrier with teeth. "Holding! Break your damn hold!."
being a champion didn't mean that he was going to play fair.
Hunter 'Firefighter' Leon- 35/50
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Champion 'Boxer' Leon- 17/25
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 8:10 pm
Melvin laid on his side, listening but doing little else. Better Melvin was circling, taking a handkerchief to wipe his hands where he hand punched the Original Melvin. "I have more friends than you now. They like me. Call me Mel. I organize better parties than you that people talk about for months after, and Rin can't keep her hands off me." He said with a little laugh before giving a sharp kick into Melvin's side.
"Just let me take over here. Everyone can start being happier and hey, so would I. You wouldn't want to make everyone more miserable than you already have, right?"
Again, he couldn't argue with that logic.
For Jack's sake, Melvin! What is wrong with you! I've been watching this little drama play out, and I have to say, I am begining to wonder what you were packing in the showers. Get up and summon me, already! Blow his head off!!
That wouldn't be very nice, Saliva. I wished him here. Sorta selfish to invite someone and ask them to leave. Anyways, people would be happier. I want to make them happier.
Are you crazy?! Sure you want to make people happier, but not at your own expense! You're not a martyr. You're selfish and untrusting and you get afraid when a moth enters the room. Sure, you're not better, but you are YOU! This guy isn't!
He turned back on his side and waited for another kick.
He could probably aim you better than me, Saliva.
Are you KIDDING ME?! Darling! You need to get up. Right NOW!
Melvin HP: 35/50
Shadow Melvin: 25
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 9:00 pm
It could have possibly been hours before the fog abated, and frankly, the scene of carnage was less carnage and more just pathetic. The entity - both entities the pumpkin and the mysterious figure - had long wandered off to do better things, leaving the Hunters sad and miserable and mostly confused as they fought off their really lackluster wishes. Seriously, they could have wished for anything and some people wished for two inches of height. Some people. By the time the fog dissipated entirely, no longer able to sustain itself, even to those who were still being rather disappointingly beat up in a rather lackluster fashion, all that it left behind was more disappointment and shame.
It would be a while longer before the effect finally wore off and even longer than that before Allan finally found the F shaped (for friendship!) portal, hopped in, and dragged everyone back into Deus with some encouraging words, shouts, gibberish, and chocolate candy sticks. In the end Allan saved everyone and half the people were still sensitive, and the other half was miserable. It would be like this as everyone parted, though for most people the effect would wear off in a few hours, making them feel even more miserable due to a great increase of shame. It would make for amusing mission reports to read in the morning at least.
Somewhere else in Deus hours later, a certain no longer D word division lead decided to swear off bagels for the rest of the year. OOC THIS RP IS OFFICIALLY OVER!!
- Please take +2 rp points if you went over 800 words, and another +1 just for posting. If you did not go over 800 words TOTAL take +1 rp points for it! - Status effect carries over for another couple of hours so you're free to prp more sensitive rp if you wish. All players remember 100% what happened. - If you wish to post a solo of very intense regret you may do so as well. - You're also free to wrap stuff up here too, just any concluding reaction posts you wish to write!
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