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Ice Queen rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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 Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 11:10 am
Roch looked over at Tybalt, not saying a thing to the black dog, and headed for the machine that he'd pointed at. "I'll tear this jackin' room apart if I have to," he said over his shoulder, quietly, still. "And if that doesn't work I'll beat on the bars with my guitar. Guys, I ain't gonna quit till I get you out of there. Those jacktards don't deserve to live after doin' this sort of stuff."
Even to Tybalt, he thought with a hint of evil amusement. The image of Ren flashed through his mind, even though he wasn't looking at the other boil. They'd done this to his mentor, the guy that was a second year. The guy who'd calmly watched as he'd screwed up over and over again. Jove was there, too. Barefoot for some reason... he'd have to ask why later.
He SWORE he wasn't going to screw up this time. He closed his eyes for a second, picturing a key card in his mind, remembering all the light B&E's he'd done through his childhood. He could do this. The card was practically in his grasp already...
He searched everything. It wasn't there. "JackDAMMIT," he snarled. "Let's see if we can interrupt the electricity instead," he decided, looking for the generator.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 11:51 am
Things seemed to go from strange to utterly insane within the span of sheer seconds; at first the problem had been that with his limited amount of energy, keeping up with the conversation and words seemed utterly impossible. By the time the light flashed and the reaper-wannabes began to vanish, the problem was simply that Gabrian couldn't keep up with anything that was happening around him, period. In fact, the demon wasn't even sure that what he was seeing was what was really happening since at one point it pretty much looked like he was watching a strange, deranged movie being re-winded. Or maybe fast-forwarded, he wasn't entirely sure, and he didn't quite trust his eyes anyhow.
As Ren turned to give him a disparaging look, Gabrian returned it, though his was much more on the confused side than his friend's. He seemed to be silently asking the griffin if what he was seeing was what was going on for real, because at that moment in time, the nix wasn't particularly sure. There was no need for the griffon to complete his words, because the demon seemed to understand him. He chose to answer his friend with a sardonic snort; it was soft and didn't have nearly the right amount of energy to sound as it should have, but points for trying, "Not going anywhere. Don't worry. Even if I wanted to, I'm not sure I could, turkey."
That said, he turned his attention towards the entrance of the tent and the battle that seemed to be raging on outside. Or at least he planned on doing that; Ren's screaming brought his attention back upon the monster and he growled, "Save your energy!" as Sin spoke up, Gabrian curled his lips in a grimance, "I'm with Tybalt on that one..."
Thankfully, apparently the proverbial cavalry had arrived in the form of Yuki and Roch, both whom he did not know. At that point though, Gabrian did not care; he just wanted out, and possibly, he also wanted a deep, dark pond where he could hopefully latch onto one of those wannabe reapers and drag them down to the bottom just so he could watch them flail helplessly for a while.
He turned to Roch as the boil swore, "Look for the key as far away from the cages as you can? I doubt they'd place it anywhere near us."
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 11:57 am
Ren's gaze slid sideways to look at Roch, wings fluttering just the slightest bit.
"Yo, student," he said hoarsely, giving his friend a weak smile. "Thank you; I do try to keep myself looking quite fresh and spry for adventures such as these.
"And yes, I've decided that the bars are much more my forte than a silly old guitar. What do you think? I'm sure I'll be absolutely smashing at it."
His head was hurting, and there were black scorch marks across the skin of Ren's fingers from his repeated pounding of his fists against the electrified bars of his cage. This was very nearly as bad as his first field trip - though that one he had been the first to die, stabbed through the hand by one of those humans.
But he'd made it out - he was alive.
And now, here he was, trapped within the confines of a cage like some sort of disobedient pet.
A rage so fierce it nearly overwhelmed him swept through Ren like a brush fire, consuming the desperation and the disparaging emotions of the past few hours. His head was spinning, dizzy with his hatred, though he clamped down on the urge to open his mouth and roar as loud as he could. Eyes damp, his face feeling wet, he struggled to push himself upright, wanting to be anything than what he was - weak.
Except that's what he was - the suppression of his FEAR easily made Ren collapse back down, panting, and he let out a string of obscenities that were probably not good for Jove's ears to hear.
Defeated before he had even been able to do anything, back to lying on his side, Ren's eyes met Gabrian's - would he able to reach him if he strained through the bars?
The words were hissed out, barely audible.
"Get. Me. Out. Of. Here."
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 12:00 pm
 Generator HP: 60 The OOC You may attack it up to two times (in addition to your key hunt...and by this I mean that you can do the maximum amount of each, 3 key searches and 2 attacks) but for every time you successfully land a hit, the power surges dangerously, causing -3 HP to you.
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Ice Queen rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 12:04 pm
"I'm going to, man, I'm jacking well going to," Roch said, summoning his guitar as he found the generator. He was going to beat it to death, he thought, an evil, evil grin pulling at his lips. Jack what happened to him doing so. This was his chance, and he could at least put some dents in the jacker.
He swung his guitar at it as hard as he could, hitting the metal side. The jolt of electricity that arced back up his guitar made him curse and his hair try to stand up even taller than it was. But he'd be jacked if he let that stop him!
Attacking: Generator
Damage: 1
Roch's HP: 20
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 1:27 pm
"Hit it harder!" Sin hissed out in desperation as she saw Roch attack the generator.
She was seconds away from gripping the bars in her fervor to escape, but with electricity still running through them she didn't dare. Her eyes stung and she blinked back tears, this wasn't the moment to break down like a fool.
It was a struggle not to yell more at the reaper, but the poor boil really was trying as best as he could to help them. She eyed the tent exit fearfully and paced in tiny tight circles.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 1:52 pm
Barth drew further away from the bars as electricity surged through the machine and wires, but his expression was keen.
"That's...that's the right one." Barth didn't usually care for violence against machines, but if they took out that ...he followed the thick lines of wires coming from the machine. It would do more than disable the cages. And if this went badly, give them more time before...someone could be put in the Chamber again.
It wasn't in his nature to rush anyone.
But he hoped Roch made his blows count.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 2:23 pm
Freya heard her name, and lifted her head to look at the face of, what, for all intents and purposes, was probably going to be her savior.
And that face was Roch.
Freya stopped slamming her wings on the bars, and tilted her head to one side at an inappropriately hard angle, before reaching out in an attempt to grab a bar. A moment had passed and she'd already forgotten, but the bars reminded her - shocking her hand away from it.
Her wings drooped sadly, and her response was a very mournful sound.
"Hi Roch."
Freya did not do well in cages. Being alone, away from contact with others, and held in one place forcefully.. all of the features of imprisonment were directly against her nature. She wanted to be free, and she wanted to feel. But she had neither, and the sadness in her eyes mirrored her ache vividly.
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Ice Queen rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 2:28 pm
That mournful sound--Jackdammit, Freya trapped in a cage, not bellowing his name in greeting--that--
JACKING WELL PISSED HIM OFF!!
He slammed his guitar down as hard as he could-- and felt nothing. "s**t..." he snarled, running a hand over his face.
Attacking: Generator
Damage: 0
Roch's HP: 20
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 2:48 pm
"Pssst." Roch wasn't doing too well at bringing down the generator, so she slid closer to the cage, bringing her face up an inch from the bars, tempted to push her nose against it. "Pssssssst." She lifted her hand, and stuck her finger through the gap in the bars, wiggling it gently. "Roch, come? Come talks to me. Tell me everythings will be okays."
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 2:55 pm
He wanted to cry. That was how frustrating this was. He wanted to scream and shout and just slam his guitar against the jackin' generator until either it died or he did. If he died, a devious little voice whispered, he'd be out front, just waiting for everyone else to solve the problem, just like he had been the last time.
But Roch couldn't go out like that again. If he did, how would he face anyone? He would have to quit school out of shame, go back to the streets, go back to his gang--
Hell, who was he kidding? They would probably just toss him into one of the cages like these guys were.
"Freya, I can't," he said. "I have to DO something, I can't just talk."
He looked like hell. His vest was tattered, there was a long cut across the back of it, and his hair looked as if he'd stuck his finger in an electric socket. Which, to be honest, he pretty much had. He'd been electrocuted, he'd been whipped, he'd been exploded and he'd been killed, but the worse thing that happened to him--the VERY WORST was hearing Freya sound like this.
He took his guitar up again.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 3:24 pm
"Oh."
Roch's answer seemed to break the tiny little thread that was holding her up, and she slumped down slowly until she was lying on her side. Her hand slid around her stomach, holding the still bleeding skin as if her arm could heal all her wounds. Even the emotional ones.
"Okay."
Roch had more important things to do. More important than her. He had to save everyone. That was more important, obviously.
Her wings brushed against the bars, letting out little sparks and singing the tips of her feathers. It smelled like smoke. It made her want to laugh, but all that came out was a hollow chuckle.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 3:39 pm
"Freya, I'm doin' this for YOU," he told her, frustration leaking into his voice. "I went into that jackin' trap for YOU. That I can try and save Ren and Jove and Barth and--hell, even Tybalt, that's--hell, I ain't gonna lie, that's just makin' this more stressful, but I gotta do what I can. Talk won't save anyone."
He brought the guitar back, intent on cutting through whatever he could.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 4:06 pm
Freya, I'm doin' this for YOU.
Her wings pulled back as if they stung from something other than the shocks of the electricity pulsing through the bars, and she wrapped them around her body instead, cocooning herself.
"Roch." There was no mournful tone in her voice, but it was still quiet, and heartbreaking in it's soft echo of pain. "I knows yehr trying to saves us. I promise I knows. Just, please."
Her fingers brushed out in the gap of the bars again, even though she was still lying on her side, looking up at him with the biggest of puppy dog eyes.
"Can yeh comes here for just a second? I needs.." Her cocooned body rose and fell in a sigh. "I needs to feel yeh."
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 4:19 pm
"Freya, once I get you out of there, I'll let you grope my a** if you want, but I am NOT sticking my hand through electrified bars," Roch said crassly.
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