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 Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 10:43 pm
There was a deeply horrible sound as Rep was regurgitated onto the floor in an awful spit covered mess, he untangled himself from where he'd fallen with a very weary and harrowed look as he wiped the awful substance away from his eyes, nose and mouth.
Defeatedly he hobbled back to the bagel buffet, somehow still clinging to the slime covered Tracey.
"Is there any chocolate left?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 10:47 pm
Dakota stared at the non Cael one.
Then went over to the death lead and picked him up by the scruff.
"You got an issue with my Woman Sir?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 10:49 pm
"....Seriously?" What are we? Ten?
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 10:51 pm
Jerry waited a moment as Rep crawled to his feet, relieved his friend survived regurgitation.
The immediate threat seemed to be taken care of. Just a matter of waiting for Mark to get his s**t together, he supposed bitterly.
He was exhausted. Glancing back to where people were still huddled around the not-division-leads, he finally cracked.
With a determined expression, he strode toward the table to see about that vodka.
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 10:55 pm
Irwin had finally sequestered himself into a corner that was amenable to his inner peace. This was aided by the highlighter he pulled out of his shirt pocket that reconfigured into a small pipe. Soon the corner held a thin haze of smoke and the occasional sad murmuring about murder and redemption.
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 11:01 pm
"Sorry man, all out." Allen shrugged and then sheepishly shook his box of doughnuts at Rep. "Doughnut?"
Please note, in the background, the creature was still very much alive and rampaging.
"Well, yeah," stapler guy retorted, "No one is as beautiful as Circe." As if to prove a point he pulled out his stapler, calmly polished it-
- And then slammed the entire thing down on Dakota's free hand, staples and all. A second later and he had the Moon Hunter flipped on their back, pressing one foot down hard on their windpipe, just staring at Dakota apathetically, methodically-
- Before pausing and blinking, taking a few steps back to sit back down. "I probably had too much - too much coffee," he finally admitted. "Wow, is it just me or is everything really annoying right now?"
Allen stuffed another jelly doughnut in his mouth and offered one to Dakota as well.
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 11:05 pm
As the monster flailed, Jerry whipped back around to fire his bazooka wildly at the creature.
"THERE BETTER-" KABLAMBLAM BLAM "-BE SOME OF THAT VODKA LEFT-" BLAM BLAM BLAM "AFTER THIS!"
He was exhausted, dirty, his favorite orange Hawaiian shirt was covered in zombie gore, and he was pretty sure Caelius was busy polishing off that bottle without him.
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 8
Total: 17 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 11:09 pm
Doughnuts just didn't compare to chocolate at all. He still took one, but his life was still meaningless.
But there was still s**t to fight, and no one else was going to help, they were just going to eat delicious food and get drunk.
He got away from the group even more quickly when Cael seemed to snap back to his old self for a moment. There was a very imminent sense of danger involved.
HP: 50
DMG: 11
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Bilious rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 11:13 pm
At least Rep had returned to the fight. Jerry wobbled a moment to catch his breath, watching the ginger take out his slime-encursted-lack-of-chocolate revenge.
"I just... want to go home," He sighed.
HP: 41
Damage: Miss
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 11:16 pm
Dakota was about to comment that the not Cael was one weird customer when he felt the slam of the stapler in his hand, cursing loudly. And then he saw the familier turn of the world as he hit his back.
Damn it's like deja vu all over again.......
The foot on his windpipe was new and he felt that tremble of fear. This was Caelius, he had to remember this. The guy could behead people without a care and here Dakota was thinking that he was some gay a** in love with his stapler office man.
Wrong.
He rolled away, choking a bit and glared at Caelius not Cael. The jelly doughnut didn't go unnoticed and he reached for it, stuffing it in his mouth before he said something REALLY STUPID AGAIN.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 6:38 am
Cass had made a point to sit down with all the leads and make puppy dog eyes. She was not above begging for goodies at this point. Because seriously, the island sucked and food was nice okay?
Even though she was probably just going to end up in disaster by camping out.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 11:01 am
Kat was totally still here, just kind of in a daze.
Staring at the large undead creature, the sun hunter wrinkled her nose at the smell emanating from the creature. It wasn't much of an improvement from the zombies from before. In fact, this thing was on a whole new level of stink.
With a look of disgust on her face, Kat raised one of her guns, aimed and shot at the creature.
(( here u go zoo 8D ))
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 5:02 pm
With one last shriek, proving once again the usefulness of ranged attacks, the giant not-quite headcrab creature toppled to one side, slumping over, before dissipating entirely.
Oddly, enough, so did the undead, and oddly enough, so did the blood, the carnage, the ruined tiles, leaving just a perfect and immaculate office lobby.
A man in bright polished armour was standing in the center. He was holding an impressive sword, one that seemed more ornamental than actually used for combat (though that was saying more than half the Hunter weapons in existence). He nodded, and there was a strange feeling, a feeling of peace and a little bit of protection. It was a familiar feeling, back when the island wasn't ransacked by rampaging Insanity beasts and strange flying creatures that attacked beach parties in the dark.
"This trial has been cleared, the first of many." Armoured man continued talking, despite the baffled looks on about everyone's faces. "The trial of heroes, to prove that despite all odds, the greatest thing that shines to fight adversity, to fight for a belief. To protect something, someone, and continue to prosper as noble warriors, continuing your own Legacies." He raised one hand out. "Though I have left your humble abode, I can only offer apologies for my haste, as I cannot return, despite your efforts to retrieve me. Though I am far away, however, I will always resonate in your hearts. This trial has been completed. Your memories have been returned and this illusion's purpose fulfilled."
While the Hunters looked in various stages of decay, from babysitting, most of the leads were just off doing their own thing. At this point, not-quite-Edith had created a giant fort - before it had disappeared - from remaining undead bodies and debris (the bodies held the pieces of debris together), not-quite-H was still mediating and finding his zen spot in the corner, not-quite Aria seemed to be reaching for her pepper spray again while eying Dakota, not-quite-Caelius was very intent on cutting that bagel just perfectly (what remained of it), and not-quite Allan was helping himself to another doughnut. Their expressions went from confused - because an armoured man standing in the center of the room (that looked like someone's therapist) was usually kind of weird - , then perplexed as the reality of the situation sunk in, then slightly horrified because a lot of them frankly were not very good people or had witnessed not very good things, then in varying degrees of relief to satisfaction to well, extremely pissed off.
As the last of the illusion of the armoured man faded away, so did the office, leaving them in the middle of a softer version of the Sahara. Instead of just leaving together however, they each went their separate ways, the doctor heading off first, followed by Edith and Allan creating a portal large enough to escort the Hunters back. Aria too had left, perhaps to pursue other things, while the Death lead walked over to the spot where the armoured man had stood a second ago.
There was a long, pause and then-
"WHAT THE ******** WAS THE PURPOSE OF THAT." OOC THIS RP IS OFFICIALLY WRAPPED!- All Hunters get paid a little bonus for their hard work (+200 dollars to spend as they please), a small something to say thank you for their efforts - with the exception of Dakota who only got fined from Mist and Death divisions -200 each for misconduct (that's -400 total, Dakota) - You may pick up +1 rp points for this and another +2 if you went over 800 words!
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