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 Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:44 pm
"Okayyyy, Eva." There was a sudden chill- what had come over her, then? Letting herself relax in Eva's arms, she curled up, a little like a remorseful kitten that had just torn up the couch.
If you didn't keep an eye on her... she might do it again.
The other boy's yells didn't faze her- not while Eva was here; she idly watched as he struggled; while the sight moved her, somewhat, Reine had to remind herself that they were monsters. Monsters, no matter what they looked like- in the dim forest, he looked just a little like this one boy in her college math class, who never did his homework.
It was when he fell silent, though, that the chill crept back up her spine. He asked for her name, and she flinched slightly at the look in his eyes- despite his outburst, he seemed far more in-control than she was. Maybe that was why Caelius had picked her out as the loser, the failure, then- because she hadn't been able to control herself, her attacks.. everything. And you didn't need someone like that on a battlefield.
Nuzzling at Eva, she composed herself, then stared back at Mac with an equally icy stare. She wasn't going to let herself be the victim of some kind of curse, or voodoo.. thingy. The other boy- the one she'd trapped, yelled out again, before falling silent- was it Eva's presence, that made them react this way? If so, she had a lot to learn from her friend.
"Let's go," Reine murmured, tugging at Eva and standing up. "We're done here. For now."
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:45 pm
Noise, all of it. Had he been far away and not bound by some net, Mortimer would have eventually come this way. It was a zombie thing, an ingrained thing: loud noises meant something was going on.
Also, guns were bad. Very, very bad.
When Davey aimed a second one at him, Mort for once could see down the barrel of the weapon and froze, as easy to capture as a sedated animal. And the boil shook and shuddered, for he had expected something far, far worse to come out of that hole. Which was illogical, really, he had not heard any gunshot, nor seen bullets, and had only watched nets pop out.
Funny how a creature of FEAR could be so influenced by his own fear.
He fell like a rock on his side, Christof's pocket knife still in hand - literally, the edge had embedded itself into his palm from the fall. The pain was nothing, however, compared to the shouts and shrieks of his fellow students. The zomboil wriggled into a crouched sitting position, nursing the hand and wincing.
Anger: they were capturing them as easily as it was for the students to produce a pin.
Fear: that b*****d Chupacabra, she mentioned something about killing the others who had followed their leader.
Fear again: what were they going to do to them? Would they make them weapons? Experiment on them?
What was he to do? What were any of them supposed to do?
"Chuppi," Mort whispered, inching at an achingly slow pace to the true monster. "P-Please calm down . . ."
"Safe" from further net interruptions, he eyed the hunters and pondered several options. What more could a prisoner do indeed . . .
"A-Are stuck. Can't g-get out, they just shoot down 'gain. Sit, th-think on what t-to do."
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:46 pm
Biting his lip, he tried to no avail to remove the look of pain that crossed his eyes. Jordan seemed to be making a point to poke him where his damn hammer had hit him last time they met. That area had only just finished healing too! Wincing, he tried his best to ignore his side... "Well then i will be pleased to announce to the world that you are not commando. Shouldnt the lack of breeze been any indicator?" A pause... "Though i did not think you were the type to wear neon pink with yellow happy faces and white lace! Thought you knew a guy. eh?" Another Wince.
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Grifferie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:48 pm
It had been a success! Her first target was in the net, and Sherry couldn't stop a satisfied smile from appearing on her face. She watched for a few moments, to make sure the net was secure. Then she turned away from the creature, though keeping it within her peripheral vision. Now that it was caught, it was not a threat, but others might be. It seemed her comrades were doing well, several of the creatures were in nets. A few, however, were running loose. Attacking her fellow cloak wearers or trying to free those in nets. Armagnac sounded almost bored. Sherry simply nodded, raised her gun and fired at one of the creatures pulling at the nets. She smiled again as the net closed over the creature. She wasn't doing to badly. (( Total HP value: 20 is default for ALL golems 19/20 Total damage done: -- Brief description of your golem: Female, average sized Bakeneko, complete with Cat ears and tail. Also wearing the standard red cloak. Your target: Vaith --Success!
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:49 pm
Jove was not listening to Ren's assurances, he had something else in mind. Still wriggling forward like a net-bound inchworm, the pup growled as he made his slow and steady way towards the hunter's ankles.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:49 pm
He didn't get an answer.
Well, that's alright; He still heard her name.
"Reine." He repeated. Even if she was walking away, he was going to talk at her.
"I won't let him touch you." Mac started, tilting his head only briefly in Mot's direction. He remained on his knees on the ground, trapped under the net...and his eyes never leaving hers. "Because you're mine." He said slowly. "I'm going to turn you into a Bloody eagle." The threat was as dark as always, but there was a strange hint of a grin to his lips as he explained. "I'm going to make you a pair of pretty wings from your own ribcage, I'm going to pull your lungs out of your body, and I'm going to let you scream." He didn't know if their anatomy matched, but it was still a good threat in his opinion.
"I'm going to make you suffer. I'm going to make you regret everything. Because nobody - nobody - touches my ghoul and gets away with it."
HP: 30/40
Status: TRAPPED.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:49 pm
The ears that Gale was appreciating flattened against Davey's head. That was just mean. Davey fought to keep a pout of the kitsune golem's face. "Mate, c'mon, do I make fun of you when you're normally short and cute?" While Gale might be leaps and bounds ahead of everyone else in terms of his new promotion, it couldn't be argued that Gale was probably the shortest Hunter on the island. Definitely the youngest. And quite possibly the cutest, in that way that made old ladies want to pinch cheeks and coo and ignore the fact that the recipient was fighting tooth and nail to get away. Two of Davey's tails folded down, the one in the middle sticking straight up. Ha, take that! Davey was finally learning control over these things. No, wait, there they went off on their own again. He mock-punched the taller demon to show there were no hard feelings (if Gale laid off the ears and tails and everything else that made this golem so goddamn cutesy). Cass piped up, explaining her link to the wolf-guy. "Well, let's hope he stayed captured this time," Davey sighed. Caelius had pitched an almighty bitchfit the last time all the captives had escaped. (Azrael had impressed, and possibly taking notes.) He perked up to know that their leader was off doing something useful, not just wandered away and been distracted ( by a new brand of shampoo, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Dr H piped up in Davey's head - Davey shuddered and renewed his vow to stay away from the doctor, as it seemed the insanity really was catching). "Depends on his mood, maybe. If he's pissed off enough, sure. Child's play for him to take down a group this size." Caelius may have been in danger during the giant battle against the Aria-werewolf-thing, but there had been a lot of more students involved that time, all of them aiming only for him. Caelius wouldn't make the same mistake twice. "Works out well for us, though," he said to the others. "This group here captured. The group the boss is with, dead. Not a bad day's work, right?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:54 pm
"When I get out of this you're going to wish you'd been messing with Jack." She growled trying tear at the net however, she was starting to feel a bit weakened, Oh jack. Oh double jack this was not good. Willow's ears lowered as she stared, "You dirty humans."
She heard Mei's cry, oh crap she couldn't let bul down. "I'll get us out of this! I promise." The tiger ghoul was fighting trying to free herself, despite the fact she was just getting more tangled up. She was going to kill that raccoon if it was the last thing she did.(( Total HP value: 20/30 Total damage done: N/A Your target:N/A What does your character look like: CURRENT STATUS: TRAPPED))
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:55 pm
Jordan noted the wince and prodded the same spot again with a faint smirk. However, at Remi's next statement, he paused, eyebrows arching. The freak was probably trying to wind him up, much the same way he was doing; however, if that was actually true ... "Huh. Knew the Dr. was a perv, didn't know he had stunningly unfashionable tastes in underwear," he mused aloud.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:55 pm
"Okay, okay." Gale lifted his hands, a gesture of peace towards the older (and currently shorter) Hunter. "You're perfectly right. I'll stop."
There was a slight pause.
"Cute?"
The word was said with mixed amusement, exasperation, and disgust, Gale rolling his eyes. He could not deny that he was, in fact, the shortest Hunter there was, and also one of the youngest (though Ennea might have actually been younger than he was, but he couldn't be sure) - and he could also not deny that Davey had been one of the few hunters to whom Gale respected because he didn't treat him like he was a toy they could play with.
Or disregard.
He glanced at Davey's tails, snorted with laughter, and reached out to tug one of the blue ears; a friendly gesture, rather than a patronizing one.
"Except we all know how Caelius gets," Gale murmured darkly, eyes roaming around at the captured creatures.
"We can't afford to get cocky."
(( Total HP value: 20/20
Total damage done: N/A.
Your target: N/A.
Status: 5'7" male raum demon with waist-length curly black hair and dark grey horns. ))
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:56 pm
Tybalt ground his teeth in frustration. "Ren, how are you going to do that if you get caught yourself?" He demanded. "You're a sitting duck! You get caught now and you miss your chance at helping anyone!" He could understand that he didn't want to leave anyone behind, but he needed to get away from those hunters before they bagged themselves a bird!
He growled at the one hunters comment. "Hey!" He snapped. "I'm not some damn specimen and you're damn right I threw a fuss! Wouldn't you!?"
Despite his rage, the ghoul's last comment made him go still for moment, before his gaze flicked back to the false kitsune.
"Like hell..!"
Total HP value: 13/40
Total damage done: n/a
Your target: Marcus n/a
CURRENT STATUS: Captured
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 8:00 pm
Otto stared with disinterest as his girls had started to come back, his gaze fixated on Mac. He was threatening Reine. In his position? He dared to speak like that? "Hey, bub." Otto strode toward the reaper, his high heels sinking into the ground with each step, walking the way Eva and Jordan taught him. It was almost sexily intimidating, were it not a boy controlling the succubus golem. He stopped a foot away from Mac, yellow gaze staring down calmly at the boy. "No one talks to my girls like that, ya get me?" He threatened darkly. "You aint ina position to threaten them. You lay a finger on my posse? Ima ******** rip you a new one."Otto kicked a chunk of dirt at Mac's face, then spat on his head. He turned, ushering his girls away. "Don't play with dirty rats."Otto:Total HP value: 17 Brief description of your golem:
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 8:01 pm
Dakota grinned as he trampled about. Ryan on top of his shoulders shooting off where he could. He was feeling quite pleased by the fact that Ryan not only shot a clean shot, but managed to catch some sort of tiger girl. "Dang Ryan, nice shooting up there Tex!" Dakota grinned as he took up his own good. There was a beaut of a red wolf running around. He took Aim and locked on. "Here's hoping!" (( Total HP value: 20/20 Total damage done: N/A Brief description of your golem: Tall Vampire, long golden hair with large fangs. Pretty much a freaking giant. Has A tiny undead Racoon riding around on his shoulders Your target: LW (Captured) ))
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 8:08 pm
~iiiissssssss Releasing part of the net from her gnawing teeth, she glared at the short critter in the red cape responsible for her capture. What?I'LL USE YER SORRY- She couldn't really tell what this critter was besides in being short. It had an unfortunate appearance to which a mother might only be affectionate towards, even in Halloween. -CARCASS AS MA' PUNCHIN' BAG!!! She was no rug; her attention on the net and her thrashing continued, really really wanting to get out of this gosh-darned-in-a-ditch net. I'm tryin', I'm tryin'!!! She hissed at the roping that just wouldn't budge under the strength of her yanks and pulls. This was no different from the last time. Sure, she could release others from the outside, but when it came to being trapped herself, the ghoul just got too wound up to think things through. Being trapped. Being caged. Not being able to jump about as she so wished; it was all pointing to her lack of freewill. She despised it. We'll git out, Xiu, don't worry none! They can't keep us in'ere fer long! Truly, the ghoul had no idea what would become of them if they didn't get out of these nets, but her focus would be on their getting out. She knew there was a way out- they just needed to not give up. Never lay down. Quote: (( Total HP value: 30/40 Total damage done: - Your target: - What does your character look like: A 5'9" white-haired ghoul with with cat-like ears and a long cat tail that is like another limb for mobility (jumping). CURRENT STATUS: Trapped ))
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 8:11 pm
It was a matter of time until Vaith would of gotten trapped. He hoped for a little more time to try rescue the various students but who was he kidding? They bagged themselves a suspiciously humanoid reaper, Vaith staring at the ghoul who trapped him--Sherry. "Goddamnit---I'm sorry XIu. I'm really sorry." His red hands slammed themselves into the ground, kicking at the nets, his wings unleashing to attempt to cut at the net. He caught sight of Mac being kicked-- Wasn't that one of Xiu's friends?
"HEY!"
They didn't deserve to be kicked and spat on-- Vaith's anger rolled off him in waves, trying to roll out of the net, flailing. He finally understood how Xiu felt a little-- except she had been caught at least three times over. He struggled fiercely, with an energy that some of the captured students from earlier lacked. "That's no reason for you bloody fakers to do that." His magic formed into a fuzzy form of his wings and tail, almost like static on a tv screen, ready to distort in and out of existence any minute with their diminishing magic.
 Total HP value: 30/40
Total damage done: n/a
Your target: n/a
CURRENT STATUS: Trapped
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