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 Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 12:45 pm
The OOC For the sake of simplicity, subtract the total damage Tainted Fang would do normally over the next few round. 3x4 = 12 with horseman multiplier: 36
The current Boss HP is: 476
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 12:55 pm
ROLL NUMBER TWO
Rped out post: Aisa ran through the battlefield, tugging Connie's tail hard, but being the fifty foot tall horse he was, he probably only felt the tag-- However, he would feel the familiar feel of Aisa's heels up his back, going through a horsemen combination move of using his horse form to attack the hunter group from the air. She ran, swifter than the wind, her long hair and feathers trailing behind her, building up momentum of impact.
Her scythe made sure to slash down. Hard.
She hacked and hacked, with overwhelming envy because they had scythes too. She partially wondered if she could keep the weapons as trophies .. or get the chance to utterly destroy them. They were traitors after all. Bits and pieces, until there was only silver dust left~
HP: 60/60
Battle Status: ATTACKING
Roll: 10 - 6 = 4 damage (x3)
Hunter Group HP: 476 - 4 (x3) = 464
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revenant aria rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 12:56 pm
Forgot to roll ;; (ACK I TYPED 2 HOW DID IT ENTER ONE sad ~ should I roll again liz or just take this? SORRY ;n;~
edit: just taking the 1d10 <3 because I messed up, Ill do it right next time! )
Liz says you can reroll if u wants, no big u.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 12:56 pm
Stepping back to take a short breather, Shun glanced at the others in the area. Not everyone was all too successful in striking the group of hunters, but it did seem like they were making some progress.
Spotting the other horseman, the one he had seen from Cricket's class, he paused as she had summoned a large scythe to lash out at the group with a couple rather impressive attacks. Wait.. a scythe? She must be the Horseman of Death in that case. The entity he could very well be working for (in a loose sense) in the future. With his gaze lingering on her for a few more moments, the Reaper soon gave a small and short bow before turning his attention back to the humans. Whether or not she noticed this didn't really matter; he just wanted to pay some respect.
Perhaps sometime in the future he could meet with Death in a less dire situation. That was not something to really be thinking about right now, however.
HP: 30/30
((Just an ic post))
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 1:11 pm
She blinded him with card games the sheer aura of her concentration. Severity. Height.
Mort didn't so much as whimper when he was forced backwards onto the ground - he had done so pitifully throughout this whole field trip that the action was almost welcomed. A slap in the face finally, not kind, placating words from his teammates. He watched the ghoul summon a large scythe and slice through the field, causing the group of Hunters to be paralyzed as they were shaken from the ground up.
Dumb as he was, even Mort could tell that this was probably a FEAR from the Tainted Fang as well. Who was this woman? Did she go to the school? If so . . . he needed to seek her out sometime.
For now he was content on the ground behind her and his team, watching wide-eyed.
(( Just an IC post because homgdathorsewoman ))
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 2:03 pm
ROLL 3
Further attacks paused as Seiji noticed the horsemen, though one was quite impossible to miss now that he was massive. He'd always been weary of the horsemen, but as he watched their destructive forces combined raining chaos and pain down upon the hunters he had to admit, begrudgingly, that they were impressive, and he was glad to have them on their side. He watched in Awe as the heir of death sent her scythe slicing through the air, and realized almost too late that he was in the line of fire.
With a startled curse the boil took off running away from the group and back towards the familiar figures of Bul and Mei. "********! Scary aren't they?"
There wasn't a whole lot of time for socializing though. Still convinced Junko was trapped within the tent the hunters were guarding, the boil threw himself back on the offensive. Hacking and slashing at the wall of figures that kept him from reaching his ghoulfriend.
HP: 24/40
Battle Status: Attacking!
Hunter Group HP: 464 - 3 = 461
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Hanyousblood rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 2:11 pm
ROLL 1
Suddenly the lull seemed all too brief, and in an instant it was gone altogether as new adversaries flooded the field. Naturally, chaos followed fast at the heels of the twelve figures, but Toby? Toby still hesitated to throw herself into the fray. Her legs were all trembling, yet remained planted firm amidst the litter of her destroyed 'victim's' remains. Other students were throwing their all into the assault-- but why? What was it these people-- these humans-- had done to earn such malice? Surely they were the ones called Hunters, but what did that entail? And what was her duty now to be a liberator among it all?
… She didn't have all the answers. In fact, she had more questions to her name than anything. But watching the skirmish, watching as 50 foot tall equine shapes suddenly rose up to challenge the creatures, and and weapon of other enormous powers swung, and cries were hollered, she felt the same electric energy buzzing back to her.
Something was telling her to fight, and it wasn't just the reflex to assist a comrade. She couldn't explain it, and frankly, she didn't want to.
Toby might not have been the most spectacular pony on the field, but that didn't matter to her now. She abandoned her spectator's stance on the sidelines a-- wait wait wait a second, what was she doing?!
It was really too bad that the falsicorn suffered a last minute wavering of faith in her own killer instincts, because it not only resulted in a complete miss of her would-be assault; it distracted her so terribly that she fumbled over her own front hooves and nearly went tumbling head over heels into the dirt.
Shaken, and suddenly out of her trance, for a second time she just stared through her sunken heat pits-- only this time she was much closer, almost too close, and not sure if any of this was a wise idea.
HP: 30/30
Battle Status: ATTACKING except lolnodice
Hunter Group HP: 461 (no damage from this end, whoops)
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 2:11 pm
IC Post, no rolling/attacking
Was it enough that there was ONE hellhorse on the field?
NOPE APPARENTLY NOT.
Even in natural form Bul felt measly compared to the two destroying these hunters' defenses like it was no big deal. Hid brief encounter with Aisa was enough to send him chills as was- not to mention their incident in Sex Ed. Falling back a little to let them and other students get a jab in the half beast let out another rallying roar, a grin of delight on his gnarly, spiked face.
At some point he'd give Mei and Seiji each an encouraged nudge with his 'muzzle' as he passed through the lines and kept out of the way of other students' FEAR attacks though he sorta decorated the field with bloody, snotty footprints.
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Scyerline rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 2:20 pm
ROLL NUMBER HERE 1
As soon as Bea healed, she took another blow from a spineless hunter hiding behind the traps laid ahead. "Enough!" she shouted as she got up from the ground. The ghouly looking hunter even had the nerve to make assumptions about her relationship with Bul. Her hair began to float around when she became more furious. But all of a sudden.... They all took out their phones and disappeared... Cowards!
A ghoul with cracked skin with pink hair shouted at them from the traps. She seemed concerned for both Bul and Bea. "We're fine, thanks to Bul!" she shouted back to the caring ghoul and came up to her along side with Bul.
It wasn't long before the students began to attack the cloaked figures ahead. Feeling more energetic, Bea was ready to prove herself useful and lunged at them.
HP: 25
Battle Status: ATTACKING (did 2 damage)
Hunter Group HP: 459
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 2:25 pm
Being on the ground gave him a great vantage point. For instance, the 50ft ponies looked even more impressive in height. For another, he saw a not-so-large horse moving on the battle field - this one more familiar. Where from again . . . Ah! The one who people kept relating the action for at the movie night!
Mort winced when he saw her nearly trip onto the ground. Oh he knew the feel, bro. He knew that feel.
Surreptitiously as he could, but faster than he normally dared, the zombie crawled his way over to see if maybe he could help someone else for a change, as oppose to just flat out being a chicken.
"You okay?" he asked as he neared, getting to his feet and dusting himself off.
(( IC post ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 2:33 pm
IC Post Only~
Suddenly there felt like two halves of her pulling in opposite directions: one wild and violent, tearing at the bit with every desire to trample the human crowd flat (for starters), and the other desperately reminding her that, no, these were still living, thinking creatures, and she really didn't know just what they had done personally, nor if they deserved what she-- and they-- and just... just... AAAAGH!
For a few seconds she stayed where she'd almost fallen, front legs splayed rather awkwardly to brace herself and sides heaving. Deep breath in, deep breath out-- and then, a voice? Who was that? There was a barely-visible silhouette approaching her with a tone she couldn't quite recognize, but it seemed vaguely male, and she could only guess by the stature and temperature of him that he was... undead, maybe?
"Oh-- ... yes, I... thank you..." She was less composed than normal suddenly, too, and that... that bothered her. That bothered her with more intensity than pinned back ears and tight lips could show-- but no matter. It was time for her to straighten up, she told herself, and stand tall again, and... Jack, was this really right? Was this okay?
"... Is this right?" she actually asked allowed, perhaps to the stranger she'd just met. "Should we be doing this, against these people?..."
And the more she thought, the more desperately confused she became.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 2:41 pm
IC post
Hearing one of the other students question what they were doing, Shun's gaze turned sharply onto her. A spark of anger flashed across his expression briefly.
"These humans have captured our kind. The weapons they wield used to be us. The others they've just outright killed," he hissed, "It's them. Or us."
To him, there was no question for whether this was right or wrong. These people were a danger to Halloween. If killing a few humans meant that he wouldn't have to potentially face being used against his friends or vice versa, then so be it.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 2:45 pm
"M-Mort not know," he answered with a shake, legs still a bit shaky. Nonono, he could not come apart at the seams now! "So confuz'd . . ." Did she know the bits that he did? Better to relate while there was still a brief moment. Maybe it would make more sense.
"There be humans. Humans here are Hunters. Think they capture others, heard b-before," the zombie began, reaching a hand out to help steady her (or maybe himself, or maybe them both?). "O-Others don't like much. Or at all. Hunters want 'Soul Har-veh-stur'. Shiny lady. Mort not know why, but is scared . . ." He didn't like admitting it, but he was. Very much so. "Think they took teammate . . . Just want her b-back. Don't like fight." His voice cracked.
If the ghoul allowed him to hold her shoulder, she could feel that his hold was trembling too.
The reaper from before made a more blunt phrasing of this, but Mort didn't regret giving his opinion regardless. His eyes did widen, however, when he remembered (or maybe re-remembered? who knew what he knew anymore) that the weapons used to be Halloweeners . . . How could that happen?
(( Still quite in the IC ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 3:00 pm
IC Post
Oh.
... Oh.
Toby had known they were humans, at the very least, and while a title like "Hunter" carried many subnotes of its own... she'd tried very hard not to assume the gravest of it on impulse. Shun's comment in particular, however, left her feeling like the bottom had suddenly dropped out from her stomach, her legs ceasing to tremble, but instead, locking stiff as bony pillars where she stood. Her breath came with an eerie, deep evenness as she processed the information, one ear twitching, then the other, then her still-bandage-tethered hook tail.
So it's them, or us...
Inwardly she felt a bit hypocritical for it all, really. Coming from a line of monsters supposedly built for the express purpose of hunting and eating humans, wasn't turnabout fair play? She still couldn't take it lying down in good conscience, though! Especially not while others-- her peers-- suffered like this! Feeling the tremble of the zombie's hand on her shoulder, she was even compelled to rest her chin briefly on his head, trying so very hard to make sense of everything and still failing spectacularly to do so.
"... Well I guess it's fight or die for us, then, isn't it." She sounded almost resigned to it. Perhaps she was. "... And we don't want to die, so that just leaves one option."
She really could sympathize too much with this poor boy, and it made her wonder, too-- what of her own team mates? She hadn't seen any of them since coming through to the field... or Jack, what if they ever got ahold of Iris? Oh, her insides twisted at the very thought...
"Try not to despair, now," she added, perhaps for the poor soul's benefit, or maybe even her own. "I'm sure she... your teammate... is safe for now. This is far from over."
... To say the very least.
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revenant aria rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 9
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 3:15 pm
ROLL NUMBER THREE (FINAL GDI)
Rped out post: Aisa hated to admit that their defense was solid. Incredibly solid. But her scythe was bigger and better-- or at least, that was Aisa's entirely biased opinion. It didn't matter that one of the hunters had a flame coming out of his head or keyblades or that some of them held somewhat skimpy scythes ..
A horse of fear appeared behind Aisa, the heir making an agile flip to narrowly avoid a student, leaping on her hose. Her scythe screamed and shrieked against the ground, the sharpening end thrown towards the hunter group in a boomerang-like manner.
Her scythe contorted with the momentum, almost looking like a spinning mass of purple, red, black and silver .. and sharply slicing against the defensive weapons of the hunters, thrown back to her. Her horse dissipated below her, landing against the ground with her stiletto heels sharply digging into the ground.
"Tch."
"He's right. But do not falter in your attacks-- They're not us anymore. They're with the hunters now. Attack them at all costs--- Or die and join the graveyard of students that failed. We cannot fail."
HP: 60/60 HP
Battle Status: ATTACKING
Hunter Group HP: 459 - 6 (x3) = 441 HP
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