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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 7
Total: 10 (2-16)
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 Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 7:48 pm
((BLOWN AWAY from C4 to B4))
This was the second time Freya was being blown up in the air, and she hadn't even yet recovered from the first time. Luckily, it was the landing - and not the fall - that hit her hard that first time. Now, her landing would be gentler, if only because she wasn't landing on the solid ground of the tiles.
She landed on Herryk.
Where, exactly, on him did she land? That really depended on Herryk's reflexes, and she couldn't tell since the world was spinning just a little too fast for her at the moment.
If the ceiling was just a little higher, she might have had a second to unfurl her wings and soften her fall. But no, there was no time for it - besides, they were filled with heavy and filled with gunk as it stood.
So, instead, she just landed somewhere on the draugr in a tumbled, messy heap.
(( HP: 38 ))
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 7:50 pm
((C4 blow to C5))
Calder didn't care about Herryk. He didn't care about Freya. He didn't care about a Jack-damn thing in this entire place. The smell was intoxicating, and he only had the drive to hold something under water. It wasn't a want. It was a NEED! He was sure of it. Wait. Calm down. Remember your lessons. Sin would be ashamed of you.
Even Barth scolded him, and he felt his ears twitch down just slightly. ...no, Barth didn't understand. He'd praise him if he knew better. Yeah. A shared meal between the two of them. That was romantic and that's what stallions did. Bring back the bacon so to speak.
Then Freya gave him that snarky look and he just wanted to hold her pretty little head under. He was sure out of all of them, she was the most tender. While Christof had seen her as some delicate thing that needed tending to, Calder noticed her firm legs and defined arms and knew she was a fighter. Oh, and being a young stallion now, he had a storage of pent-up energy that urged for a fight.
He flared his nostrils again and dug his hoof into the muck, and as if command, the ground erupted once more.
Oh NOT AGAIN!
He didn't mind water. No. He hated heights, the sensation of flying, and the impact of hitting up and then slamming down. It was enough to jostle the senses and Calder landed back down on his back, groaning. UGH! Why did this happen every time he went near that ghoul?! It was her fault. He was sure of it!
Groaning, the kelpie sat up and pulled the muck and hair from his hair before he looked up. He didn't like what he was seeing. It was the seriousness of the image that jerked him to attention, anger turning cold with fear. .
"Wha....What are you doing?!" This didn't look good. Calder scooted back further towards Barth. "What is that?"
HP: 38 ((Forgot to count other attack from before))
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:00 pm
Still on C-6.
There was another explosion, and in the aftermath, Christof looked...decidedly pissed. This wasn't the time for that either.
"Christof, put the rope down. Calder's not going to bother Freya. We're going to get across the room, and we're going to handle whatever's next. Alright?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:07 pm
((Herryk is falling back (literally) from B4 to A4))
The first thing that Herryk noticed was that Freya was really heavy with all those wet feathers and all that sodden hair. He stumbled backwards when she landed directly in his arms. Just as planned. However, he hadn't planned on her being so heavy. Herryk lost his balance and flew backwards, landing on his a** with a heavy thud. A wet thud. A muddy thud.
An 'omfg there is mud leaking into my loincloth' thud. There hadn't been much actual mud in his loincloth previous to this fall. There was now. There was a whole lot of mud all up in his ...crack.
Giving a loud groan, Herryk tried to calm himself down. He still wanted to punch Calder, but poor Freya just looked so... banged up. "Oh Freya," he grunted, glancing up at Barth and Christof, "Herryk thinks this field trip was a terrible idea."
8C
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:08 pm
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:17 pm
((Freya is being carried some more like the goddamn princess she is so B4 to A4.))
She'd been so excited. Adventure, mystery, danger, all really cool things, right?
Mud, water, being flung in the air over and over until your back wanted to crack - not really cool things.
Next time, she'd listen to the older students. But at least this time she'd fallen into Herryk's arms. There was a silver lining to every cloud.. no matter how dark and full of grossness that cloud might be.
Freya lifted her head, looking at the draugr groggily, and then dropped her face back into his chest. "Is okay." She sleepily mumbled. "Maybe we gets all the bad stuffs out now, and later it wills be more interesting."
Always looking for that silver lining.
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Bilious rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:21 pm
C5 staying put
The rope twirled. Christof was not very practiced with a lasso, but he was practiced ENOUGH. With a snarl, he let the lasso fly directly at the kelpie.
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:26 pm
Afraid on C5
Calder was still wondering what was going on that he stayed in place. He wasn't entirely sure what a lasso was. He'd never seen one in action in his life. He did, however, get a feeling that there was something going on that was very wrong. Ropes were never good things in a Kelpie's book, and he scooted a little more, ears pined back and eyes wide. He was still wondering what was going on, and as Barth came to his aid to say all was good, Calder nodded.
He rose his hands a bit. "I...I'll be good." And then the lasso flopped over his head and laded about his chest. Okay, now he was starting to get the simple mechanics here.
And he felt it tightened. "I'LL BE GOOD! I'll BE GOOD!" He shouted, jerking back and only making it tighter. Nonononononononobaddaybaddaybaddaybadday!
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:35 pm
Moving to C5
"Christof," Barth hissed, stepping forward. "Do you have mud in your ears. Drop it."
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Bilious rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:37 pm
C5 to C4
Christof glowered at Barth, nostrils flaring. He could feel his arm burning already with the firm command, but he ignored it. Pain was just pain was just pain and they needed to get MOVING. With a grunt, he stepped towards the way out, dragging the roped Kelpie after him.
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:46 pm
((SUDDENLY EXPLOSIONS!! Herryk is blown onto A3.))
The force of the ground erupting beneath him came as no surprise to Herryk. He'd been wearily expecting it to happen and so he was not shocked. No, he listlessly flew up, slammed into the mossy and mucky ceiling and then like some big, dark and mud-covered asteroid he landed spectacularly next to where he'd erupted from.
There was only one small difference.
He was minus a loincloth.
With an unholy scream the likes that had never ripped from the burly Draugr's throat, Herryk immediately rose to his feet and used the only thing he had to cover himself up.
Like some worn and tattered shield, his threadbare pack was held in front of his groin. His loincloth was nowhere to be seen.
"HERRYK... HERRYK... HE IS SO UPSET RIGHT NOW."
HP: 29
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 1
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:55 pm
Still on C5
Barth clenched his fist.
Something briefly stirred under Christof's feet, and then disappeared as Barth rocketed ceiling-ward. Another slam into the ceiling, another familiar dip as gravity took over, and Barth was covered in another layer of mold, muck, and...and err...kelpie?
HP: 38
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:57 pm
((Freya is also blown to A3.))
There was always a silver lining. Always. Even though the force of a geyser blew her and the boil up in the air, and she slammed into that disgusting ceiling for a third time, the geyser was slowly, but surely, washing the gunk out of her wings and hair. And despite all of the bad, this was a very good thing. At least, in her opinion.
Freya landed on her knees this time, and she'd started to actually get the hang of this forced flight. She managed to catch her braid before it fell into the gunk as well, and just sat on her haunches for a minute, catching her breath.
Which, of course, then left her in a rush as she was in a terrible position to see exactly what had happened to Herryk's loincloth.
But, like she always said. There was a silver lining to every bad situation.
And that was definitely it.
She untied her scarf reluctantly, and pushed herself to her feet, flattening the scarf out and gently lowering the bag Herryk was using to hide his shame.
"Relax." She murmured with an easy smile. "I got this."
And she tied her scarf around his lower half like a diaper. Maybe she took her time with it. No one could ever say for sure. But when she was done, Herryk's dignity was returned to him - somewhat.
She turned around and pointed forward. "We're almost there. We can't gives up now, everyone!" The stirring cry was marred only by the fact that as she walked forward, it became clear her skirt was plastered wetly to her skin - the skin of her stomach.
It had flipped upside down.
And there was everyone elses silver lining.
((HP: 27))
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 9:10 pm
((C5 to C5 - Pinned but OK with that. :3))
Well, a silver lining to select members. Calder was too far distracted. First he was in a frenzy, trying to buck and pull free as he tried to get free. This wasn't gong to be a easy task for the Igor if he intended to try and wrestle Calder to the other side of the room. Every pull from the robes had the keplie digging his hooves deeper and yanking back and jerking about.
Then there was the geysers. Why? Well, why not? There were always geysers where he went and he looked down and rolled his eyes just before he was lifted up and carried. Tied up, he really had no control on how he landed and prepared to hit the ceiling again. That was until halfway up he felt the sharp bindings dig into his skin and throw him back down onto his butt, causing him to whinny. Then, to add to this, something landed in his lap and made him give a gasp as he was further pushed into the muck.
Gaining his senses, what few he still had, he looked up to see Barth looking back at him. It seemed he landed in his lap, and was facing him. Well, this was interesting.
It was clear Calder wasn't looking for the silver lining in some ghoul's shirt. Instead, he looked at Barth a moment and then leaned in and whined. "IMSORRY! Imsorry. Illbegood. It's the room and the smell and I thought it would be nice to split the tights between us and I don't want to be tugged on like some mule!!!!!" Tied up, all he could do was lean into the demon's chest and plead his case, shoulders shaking.
HP: 37
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Bilious rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 9:23 pm
C4 to C3
Christof gave a grunt as the rope jerked in his hands, and was all ready to continue to drag him back- but it was that moment he glanced over his hunch to get a full frontal glimpse of some very, very, very lovely ghoul Parts.
His hands let go of the rope, a distracted keening noise escaping his throat, his face going various shades of purple and red.
His heart was racing. His palms were sweating. And he was very, very, very aware of a certain pressure reminding him how much his Upgrades had matured him, so to speak.
Very aware.
Yes, yes, must get closer. He limped as he went.
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