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 Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 9:21 pm
At some point Roland had gotten his feet under him again and started towards some of the chaos that was the tents. He saw Caelius and Lawrence, but he didn't grasp what had just happened. Instead he moved past them towards the two startled hunters. "Hey, hey. shhh shhh, if there's more monsters you'll get their attention." He looked at Lin, then Tyra, then back at Lawrence going pale for a moment before gently pushing at Tyra and Lin to turn the other way. Guts spiling out a stomach. Red. So red.He swallowed hard trying to forget.
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Cheekiebirdiee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 7
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 9:37 pm
"Yesss.." Artemis hissed a little in pain, feeling slightly worn out as the last of the centipedes fell. Rivia was leaned against as he tried to catch his breath. A thumbs up held out to the girl, yay. They done it.. She encouraged him.
Artemis glanced up on a heavy exhale, right. There was so much going on, he had to go. But it was hard to move at the moment. To his new friend he called, "..are you ok now?" He was concerned, just not focused on her.
HP: 25/40
Damage: 4
Charge: 3/3
Alicia Centipede Mob HP: 0
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 9:43 pm
Joy was still searching for someone to help when she didn't need to search for very much longer. Turning she saw it was a giant-a** centipede but it wasn't... attacking? Unlike the other ones, or so Joy told herself. She raised her weapon at it, but it didn't strike back, and this weirded Joy more than if it had just outright charged at her.
"What's that over there?" she declared, pointing at something over the giant bug's many, many shoulders. Then she turned and ran away from it.
Also there was fire, so that seemed like something she should help out with!Quote: Joy currently has a centipede that visually looks like "wounded/bleeding" hunter stalking her phantompanther13 Come help your fellow Moonie
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 9:46 pm
" CAMILLE?" Keeping a distance, feeling too sick and scared to get any closer, Caroline stood with her arms hugged tightly around her chest. She was swaying with the same uncertainty of a Bad night, and despite being much more sober than she'd have wanted to be at the moment, she looked the type of worse for wear that led right into a hangover in the morning. She opened her mouth to speak, choked up, and shook her head to will that feeling away. It didn't work; her words, when they came, were fractured and unsteady. "...how could you...?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 9:56 pm
The bandages seemed to make the world of difference. It was still hot of course but the burning itch on her skin was gone. The blur to her vision was nothing more than a light swimming of strain and there were thankfully no more whispers. "Like we're in a gahdamn desert.." Cee curled the best smile that she could manage up at her rescuers and started to push herself up, "And there's literally like.. sand.. errywhere." It was clear she was forcing her humor but it at least had her moving and with a genuine nod and her eyes roving from Zeke to Jason as if it were a secret she were doing it, Cee murmured, "Thanks." ----------------- HP: 35 Status: Poison Free!
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 9:57 pm
"What the hell --" Lucky was approaching the burned-out tent just behind America and Leslie, pressing a loop of his scarf over his nose and mouth to protect against any caustic smoke. Even after living on the island for years now, this heat was starting to get to him. The only thing worse than standing in the full Sahara sun was standing in it next to a blazing fire. He'd heard enough panicked shouting to know it was probably a good idea to check up on it, but he hadn't expected this. Nor had he expected to find two of Caroline's charges hanging out so close to it. At least, they looked young and short and danger-prone enough to be. Whatever had left them like this had been his fault (or so Mark had insisted), so he felt a tiny bit responsible. And fear shields or no, he didn't trust any fire of horseman making. "What happened here? Are you - are both of you okay?" He gave the burned-out body that remained barely a passing glance. He motioned for them to head away from the blaze with his weapon. "You need to get out of here --" If America and Leslie had learned anything from Caroline about runic weapons, they would immediately recognize the convenient flamethrower-shaped one strapped beneath his hunter coat, visible as he waved them away from danger.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:02 pm
It was then that Nora finally had finished disposing of the smaller insects and arrived, sweating and pale skin turning redder by the minute. "I think it's best we pull away from that," she said in a low tone to the two shaking women, eying Lawrence warily. She hadn't seen the full exchange, but in a place like Deus, you really couldn't not hear gossip. "Come along, ladies." She offered her hand or shoulder as needed, if they took it. "And gents."
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:12 pm
< We're going to have to do some exercises in the future to help improve your focus and concentration Lady Alicia. >
< Oh come on Ardwyad. Wouldn't you sneak a couple more looks at a really lovely and cute female griffin yourself if we happen to come across one in the future? >
< Most probably not. >
< Aha! The fact that you said 'probably' meant that you're not so sure if that's going to be how you will react either yourself. >
< Anyway. *ahem* This will be for your own good Lady Alicia. >
And that was the end of that conversation. For now that is. Keeping her weapon close in case anything else out here in the desert decided to spring another attack on Artemis and herself, Alicia crossed over to join the other Sun trainee.
"I'm good. Thanks for coming over to give me a hand with those creatures. Are you alright? Are you hurting anywhere?"
She asked, concern written all over her face as she reached out with her other hand to gently pat on his shoulder while giving him a thorough look over.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:15 pm
Dawson's nerves were as much on fire as the tent was. He was ready to carry both America and Leslie out of there, drag if need be, but morbid curiosity seemed to triumph common sense today. Fine. He had seen what burst out of the first body. Better to start torching the rest before America brought out the hairspray again. "Get 'em outta here, now," he barked at Lucky--and maybe it was a relief that for once it wasn't someone who should have recognized him anyway--as he swiped the runic torch off the Death hunter's belt. With his shield raised in one hand in precaution and the torch in the next, he began to burn the third body. DAWSON HP: 30/50 DMG: CHARGE: 3/3
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:18 pm
America basically draped herself against Lucky, "You can carry me to safety, I won't mind." This was followed by a belated look of distress and a pathetic little cough to emphasize her damsel-ness.
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medigel rolled 1 12-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:25 pm
She indulged the public affection with a quick squeeze of Gale's shoulder and nothing more. The Sahara was writhing and alive, and it made her hyper-alert. Stormy offered a smile to Kara as they were introduced, reaching out a hand to shake. "Sorry it has to be in this place," she said with a wince. "We'll figure something out." Or something would be figured out for them. Caelius had to be dropping them in there for something, right? And then out of nowhere, there was a giant centipede by Gale. While Kara's initial reaction was to attack, Stormy's greatsword was summoned defensively, one hand nudging the trainee back, the other holding the far too large weapon easily in one hand. But the creature wasn't attacking, just...bleeding out something acidic looking. Compared to the more violent ongoings around them, that didn't seem normal. "Gale?" She glanced at him. STORMY HP: 45/60 DMG: defending herself and Kara for 9 CHARGE: 3/3 Quote: Gale is the only person who sees this Moon Hunter. Everyone else sees a 6 foot centipede. BOSS MOB: 45/50 HP This boss doesn't attack, it doesn't auto attack, it just takes the hits. Anyone is free to attack it and if it is defeated, the regular way, it just dissolves (or in Gale vision THE HUNTER DIES), if it is left alive, it will simply just stay where it is and do nothing. As Gale sees it, they are too tired to talk any more, bleeding profusely (in non Gale vision, it's the poison leaking from the centipede).
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:46 pm
<******** me ******** me ******** me ******** me... Dean was scrappy, but he didn't pick fights with bullshit like this. Giant a** centipedes doing giant a** centipede bullshit? NO THANKS. But then someone he almost thought was Nash for a moment went and turned into one of those things, and he screamed and ran ********, it wasn't a good turn of events. He felt terrible, and worst of all, he knew others were fighting. But he had to catch his breath a moment. That was when he saw the ******** from before fighting the thing alongside Dottie and some other chick. And the not-hunter-centipede stung Dottie. And--God damn it...! He sucked in a breath and forced himself into a dead run, stumbling and sweating and cursing, until he reached his friend and began to drag her out of the deepening sand. "God ******** damn it s**t a** ********," Dean growled. DEAN HP: 20/40 ACTION: pulling Dottie out/saving her OCTOPEDE MOB: 5
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:54 pm
"They disappeared," he murmured, half to himself. "There were, ********, uh. Two bodies, but I made one go away?" Somehow...? And what had that voice in his head been? He looked to America with knitted brows, although it soon turned to a blech at how she was interacting with Lucky. "Gross," he sneered, offput by how old Lucky was. Might as well have been a dinosaur. "And nobody <******** touch me, I can walk on my goddamned own." Leslie shuffled back to prove a point, a whole four foot ten ball of rags and defensive annoyance.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 11:06 pm
Clyde was stalk still for a long moment. There was centipedes and larva. The larva got to him. Van prompted him and he pulled out his guns, basically just shooting at the ground. And now things were on fire. Did America make it out ok? She did. Looks like everyone else was clear of the tents. Clyde wandered over towards joy, Frowning. "Joy who is this guy?" he gave the wounded hunter a confused look he didn't have anything to heal him with but surely someone did. "We should get him some help." outside because the tents were a disaster.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 11:07 pm
"Wait," Lucky seemed to be a second or two behind the whirlwind of action, "That's my torch, give it back -" It wasn't just any torch, it had sentimental value. To Lucky, simply taking it like that was an inexplicable invasion of privacy. He should have been upset; but he wasn't upset, he was angry. And for a moment, a part of him considered taking the torch back by force, and whatever else that entailed. He began to raise his weapon ever so slightly -- Only for one of the hunters he was escorting to practically fall into his arms. It was distraction enough - the anger dissipated. He gave her a quizzical look. No blood, no bites, nothing visibly wrong with her beside possible heatstroke. She seemed fine, but... "Uh, sure. If you don't think you can make it," he answered the redhead, sounding slightly distracted and more than a little bit worried. He didn't think much of carrying her - there was too much on his mind right now. Though he did have his worries that, even as a hunter, his middle aged form wouldn't keep up with what he instinctively thought he was capable of - like picking up a person almost as tall as he was. Lucky seemed perplexed by the other teenager, or what little they explained. Had they set the fire in the first place? Hell of a way to make a body go away. He was about to inquire further, but instead went immediately quiet again at the insult. Fine by him. One less pyromaniac to slow him down. "Uhh - try not to die," he called out unhelpfully to the sullen teenager's back.
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