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 Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 1:58 am
Ariane is perfectly contented lying there with her Jude-log-cushion. In fact, she even got up just to lay her head down on his stomach.
"Oh look, Clarice is using her big a** sword," She informed him, "How many presents do you think she will open?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 2:00 am
Normally Jude wouldn't go for this but two things have changed. For one? Joy made him more open to cuddling and other such things. For two? He was too tired to move and he was playing dead other than when he lazily lifted a hand and pet Ariane's hair.
"Really? Sweet. I bet at least five hundred." Jude replied in a hazy tone.
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Bilious rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 2:01 am
STOP BEING DRUNK AND FAIL I mean targeting
There was a voice ebbing on the edge of his mind, screaming a lot of profanities he only had to assume were profanities even though he didn't quite understand them, but the one clear phrase that sunk through his softened brain tissue said stand the jackin' coccyx UP you useless piece of-
"Hrnnnn.... okay..." He managed, another gift chomping down on his wrist. "Okay, okay okay..."
Amount of presents targeted: 4
Damage taken from the present swarm: 4
Jerry's total HP value: 2
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 2:04 am
Candace was done fighting. Done! The presents had won! They ruined Christmas. Clarice summoned Raeg and Candace couldn't help but admire how beautifully it destroyed everything. Oh..wait. No! Not the tree! Noooooooooo! Why, Clarice? "Are you in league with the presents?" Candace cried, eyes wide.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 2:04 am
Ariane squirmed a little at the hair petting, but stayed there with a soft, almost contented sigh soon after; it was almost soothing, after all, and she was tired and sore all over.
"Five hundred is a lot of presents," She sounded almost wistful as she turned her head a little to stare at Clarice, "I wish I could have opened that many presents..."
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Bilious rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 2:06 am
ATTACCCCK
Jerry aimed... but then staggered a few feet sideways. It didn't really help.
Damage done to presents: MISSGDIIII
Jerry's total HP value: 2
Total presents defeated: 18
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 2:07 am
He only paused a second to let her get comfortable before he resumed hair petting for the Ari-berry. He tilted his head toward where Clarice was. She was so awesome with that weapon. *A*
"Me too...Think we'll ever get that good?" Man opening five hundred presents would be schweet~!
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 2:09 am
"Yeah." The look on Reine's face softened just slightly, and Joy Formula No. 5 could barely have hidden the sadness in her eyes as Reine knelt and leaned close to Petra, licked a spot off her cheek, and then kissed it.
"Merry Christmas, Pet." She whispered it right in her sister's ear, then picked her way past all the cake on the floor- and the presents, and out of the room.
Just like in the past, it was always Robert over her. Robert she would protect, when she hadn't done a thing for her own sister.
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Bilious rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 9
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 2:10 am
TARGETING AGAIN BECAUSE WHY NOT
Jerry burped, swallowing a bit of acid reflux.
Okay, maybe that last drink had been a bit too much.
He had had a lovely time, overall.
"M-merry...... Hanukkah..." He managed to murmur without vomiting before the boxes swarmed and Roar vanished in a burst of green light.
At least he was unconscious by the time he hit the ground and the boxes tore into his nice brown suit and tender flesh beneath.
Amount of presents targeted: idk
Damage taken from the present swarm: 9
Jerry's total HP value: -7 AND HE'S DOWN FOR THE COUNT.
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 2:10 am
Hearing the tail end of the food table commotion, Clarice debated between telling Robert to shut his dirty jerkmouth and stop taking Santa's name in vain, or taking out the next wave of presents that were once again going for her ankles. But then one of them kind of attached itself to her left leg and started wriggling about. Up and down. Wait was it...was it... really?! "Candace..." she began, voice quiet and tense, "...you should move away now."
Amount of presents targeted: 4 Damage taken from the present swarm: 6 HP value: 52/60
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 2:15 am
"I'm not sure, Jude, I'm not sure," She sighed, turning her head away from Clarice to look at Jude, not that she could see his face clearly, "Her sword is so... Big... It must have a lot of destructive force."
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 2:17 am
Wilson was not in his right mind at the moment. He didn’t look the slightest bit perturbed when Robert placed himself between Wilson and Petra. Nor was he scared witless by the threat. Rather, he appeared thoughtful by it. He brought a hand up, pulling the mask hanging around his neck out of the way so he could easily stroke his chin. “If I let Santa eat me do you think he would give me presents?” A man almost half a foot taller than him was threatening him and he wanted to talk about presents.
He turned to look over at Reine, watching her walk past the cake and presents and out of the room.
What.
Something sort of clicked in his Joy-hyped brain. Sort of. “You can stuff me down Santa’s mouth later.” Wilson pointed to Santa Bix before he followed after Reine (but not before taking some desserts. H-He still couldn’t resist. orz)
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 2:19 am
"It is. It is very big," he said in admiring tone. It was almost like they were talking about something else entirely. If Jude had been more with it he would have felt manly inadequacy while talking about how big Clarice's 'sword' is but right now? He admired it to the utmost.
{...Juuuuude. You've been decidedly unmanly lately.}
What was that tiny voice? You want him to ignore you? Done.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 2:21 am
Candace stood and stared as one of the presents made like a paper chihuahua and latched onto Clarice's leg...and thoroughly humped it. She watched it like a trainwreck until Clarice said her name and warned her to move. Having experienced first hand to her head and her knees what Raeg felt like? Candace didn't need to be told twice. That and she just saw Jerry hit the ground and get swarmed like a cow carcass in a pool of piranha. "Jerry!" Candace gasped, running over to him. She unsummoned Atropos as she kicked away the presents, picking a few up and throwing them away from Jerry's...very unconscious body. Oh no! She had to move him away from this!
She turned him over and slipped her arms under his, carefully dragging Jerry away from the mass chaos. A nice corner would do. She saw one that didn't look like it was getting much activity. If they stayed quiet they wouldn't draw the attention of the presents, right? Besides, she was still conscious. She felt okay though not great. Worst came worst she would defend him herself with Atropos.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 2:23 am
She was caught somewhere between humiliation and killing Wilson where he stood. It was the strangest emotion in the world, and she was ashamed that she not only felt like crying, but like bashing Wilson's skull in. Luckily, both emotions she squashed, bottling them up to save them for another day. Reaching up, she tried to shirk off some of the icing and cake that was in her eyes, giving her fingers a hard shake. Robert had already intervened with Wilson on her behalf, but she didn't even acknowledge it, spitting out the cupcake that had been shoved into her mouth. The icing felt sickly sweet on her tongue, and she was sure it wasn't because the baker had added too much sugar.
To Reine, there were a million things she had wanted to say: that Robert had been there for her when Reine never had been. That Reine had done nothing but run away and throw tantrums her entire life. But she didn't. Instead, she jerked her face away when her twin got close, not acknowledging her more than that, not even to watch her walk away. Again.
That's right Reine. Run away. She could take a hint.
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