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Kaiyumi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-20)
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 Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 6:24 pm
It had pained Eva to see children in a place like this--a seemingly dark, broken, and lifeless town. She truly hoped that they would be able to help the pair find their mother, though it was impossible for her to push away the grim thoughts that plagued her mind in the event that they couldn't find their mother. What if their mother had been...? Surely they couldn't just leave the two to fend for themselves in a place like this, but they couldn't bring them back to Deus Ex either, right?
Whatever the case, now was clearly not the time to dwell on such things. Eva flinched, breaking from her thoughts as the little girl screamed. Instinctively, she summoned Chara, whirling around to find...something coming right for them.
Reine and Dakota had pushed the children to safety. Upon confirming this, there was nothing stopping Eva from swinging her bladed staff out at the creature.
HP: 40/50
Damage: 6
Charge: 1/3
Boss HP: 8/25
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danse-hexe rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 1:22 am
The creature shrieked, and Reine felt a small surge of pride, to see her group doing so well. Except they'd been ordered not to attack. Explicitly.
There was no time to think about that, as the monster came at her again, clawing and screeching. Reine moved instinctively, stabbing the creature as hard as she could.
HP: 30/50
Damage: 4
Charge: 2/3 l Swift Strikes (11d4): 0/2
Boss HP: 4/25
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Kaiyumi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 7:42 am
Orders or not, surely their superiors hadn't expected for them to simply flee or lie down and wait to die if they were attacked...right?
...
Maybe.
Whatever the case, it was obvious that none of them were willing to just sit back and let the monster do as it pleased--especially not with the children around. Eva swung out Chara once again, trying to catch the creature unawares.
HP: 30/50
Damage: 3
Charge: 2/3
Boss HP: 1/25
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 1
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 7:52 am
Rep didn't even consider for a moment the order they'd received not to attack. In his mind you didn't send a sun hunter on a mission where there wasn't a good chance of having to hit something. They'd just have to be glad he was there and deal with it.
This was what he lived for.
It was what he lived for and incidentally what kept him alive.
There were no questions or doubts. Just survival, Tracey and him.
He swung again with a snarl of effort.
((HP - 20/40
Damage - 2
Charge 2/3
Boss HP - he ded
))
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 10:37 am
Clerise was, as always, slow on the uptake. She sprinted to catch up with the group as soon as the monster spawned, having lagged behind a little.
She had a feeling the order not to attack had been without the assumption that they would be...
You know.
Attacked.
Of course, she got there after the boss died, so it was irrelevant anyway.
"Goody," the redhead muttered, feeling awfully useless. Great job, Clerise. Great job.
[[ Q___Q too slow ]]
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 3:01 pm
The shadow immediately dissipated upon the last hit, dissolving into the ground. The two kids however, stayed unmoving, both of them shaking as they looked around with wild, alarmed eyes. The younger girl stared up at the trainees. "Where did it go?"
Before anyone could react, the large black mass burst from the ground, all claws and feathers as it tried to tear into the closest trainee-
- BANG.
There was a loud clack and then another audible bang, a large hole bursting right into the creature upon contact. It shrieked and took to the air in a flurry of black, stained wings.
A single figure, a man possibly in his mid-fourties, holding said shotgun and wearing a belt full of runic equipment gave the trainees a skeptic look. "Kids? Really, they send kids this time? ******** my ******** life." He spat on the ground, walking back into the church, door still open. "Well, are ya gonna git in or wait until they come back?"
The church interior was surprisingly tiny, the benches removed to make room for larger tables filled to the brim with equipment: from shotguns and home-made explodes to very familiar Runic equipment. Hanging at the very front of the church interior was a familiar sight: a white coat with no owner. It simply fluttered, lifeless, bloodstained from the rafters.
"Yer the third batch they've sent, those bloody Hunters or whatever they call ye guys." The man was pouring a cup of water for the kids, who snatched it up greedily. "They all promise us the same thing, t'keep us safe, but after three weeks, yeh kinda loose hope, y'know? Rules become simple." He sat down, pointing upwards to the coat. "Fight or die, aint no heroics involved."
At this point, some of the trainees may have noticed that other than the three so-called civilians, there were others in the church, just a handful of people, some of them making spare ammunition rounds, others cleaning supplies. They all looked at the trainees warily. None of the others in the room were wearing anything resembling Hunter whites, instead, dressed in clothing they had been probably using since day one: dirty, bloodstained, wrecked.
"The name's Stan." The 'leader' of the group of survivors snorted, grabbing a towel nearby to dab at the sweat covering his neck and beard. "I'm guessing whatever organization yer a part of ran out of decent people, figures. At leas' tell me y'guys brought some nice supplies fer us to last us through another goddamn week."
Suddenly all the Runic equipment there made sense. OOC - Your trainees are now in a "safe house", a church with the remaining survivors of this town. Now is a good time to ask them any questions, if possible, especially considering the situation, and what exactly is attacking them - There is the Lair that the trainees needed to discover, but would these people really know about that?
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 3:16 pm
When the creature burst out from the ground, Eva's reaction was immediate--she lifted her weapon, muscles tensed as she readied herself to lunge at the mass and bring down her blade. However, she never got the chance to do so--the second she stepped forward, she suddenly flinched at the blast of the shotgun. Her gaze lingered on the creature for only a second before she whirled around to face the shooter.
Who? Her gaze flickered down to his belt, And what... She slowly lowered Chara, shooting a questioning look at Reine before reaching out to rest a hand on the children's shoulders. "Come on, sweethearts. Let's get you guys inside."
Though she tried to listen, Eva found herself distracted, turning her head this way and that as she took in the interior of the church, the Runic equipment, the people who were present, and--was that...a hunter coat?
She pressed her lips into a thin line, settling for turning back and listening to Stan. When he asked about supplies, she simply looked at the others in their group with a little frown.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 4:26 pm
Rep thought they had defeated the nightmare creature, but his relief was beyond premature as it suddenly re-emerged and nearly took their faces off. It was only the gun that startled him out of his look of surprised fear, quickly looking over his shoulder. "..T..thanks." It was only really polite to thank the person who could seriously just have saved his life.
He wasn't about to waste the time the guy had bought them and edged into the church, the first thing that caught his eye being the coat. It was..very unnerving to see it. Most hunters wouldn't leave their coat behind for any reason, it was a matter of pride, he didn't even like other people touching his. It did little to assuage his fears about this place.
He stared at the man. "THIRD?" He checked his volume level as he returned his voice to a more..indoors ******** hell." This Stan guy sounded like he'd been through the mill and then some. He figured there were some immediate questions that needed asking.
"Is it just that thing out there that's been attacking you? Or are there more?" They'd been sent to investigate a lair, it gave him the horrible impression there'd be more. A lot more.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 8:01 pm
Once again Rep had come through, stepping in front of Eva to finish the creature off. Good job, she was about to say, one hand reaching towards his shoulder, when the little girl spoke up again.
where did it go?
whe--
Hadn't they finished it off, hadn't they.. there was barely enough time to even comprehend what the little girl was saying, when the monster reappeared, bursting from the ground, and Reine could only stare, frozen in shock, as it lunged at her, its claws just millimetres from her neck.
She was sure her life was over when she heard the sound of a gun, but there was no blood, no bullet hole, no pain- right, the creature hadn't even been holding a gun, so how..?! It took a moment to register the creature shrieking as it flew away, and then another to realise that there was someone behind them, someone who'd saved them. Who'd saved her, specifically.
The trainee's face coloured, whether out of rage, or embarrassment, or both, she couldn't even tell. Here they were, being called 'kids' again. Scowling, Reine followed the man into the church, though the expression on her face promptly turned into one of surprise. They were pretty well-stocked, she noted, with weapons and the like, even though they were just civilians, there was no way these people could be hunters, though the sight of the coat just hanging there sent a chill down her spine.
For a moment she imagined her own coat hanging from the rafters, splattered with blood. The thought made her sick.
"You know what they say," she replied, dryly. "Third time's the charm." Her tone, though, was not in the least convincing, or reassuring. Had mission objectives changed, then? If the two teams of hunters sent before hers had been tasked with protecting the survivors, why had Caelius not mentioned anything about that? All they were asked to do was scope out the place, and re-verify the location of the Lair. Did that mean they'd given up on these people, already?
We're not here to bring you supplies, Reine almost said, but instead she bit her lip and kept it in. These people couldn't possibly last long, not if those creatures were hanging around outside. Creatures that didn't even seem to be killable, the way they simply dissipated and came back. Part of her wanted to ask what they could do to help, because these people didn't deserve to live like this, especially not the children.
She thought of the little boy, protecting his sister, and wished Petra had done that for her, years ago. At the very least, if.. if they eliminated the threat, somehow, that would mean these people could go back to living normal lives, wouldn't it? It was just... going back to the root of the problem, and if they solved that, everything would be fine. Clearly Caelius thought the same way.
"We need to know," she said, finally, eyeing Rep. "Tell us everything you know about them. Where they came from, what they are."
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 8:14 pm
Clerise glared at the coat, stopping short as she saw it.
Flying their coat didn't seem like something a hunter would do, and as Stan explained, a lot started to make sense.
"What direction do they come from?" is the first question that came to her mind, red eyes scanning everything in the little safe house.
The third round did not bode well for her. "We need to track down their source." She shifted from foot to foot, refusing to desummon Balthazar. No. ********. Way.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 8:26 pm
Dakota frowned as the kids were led away and the man came out. Did he seriously just call them kids? Kids who knew what they were doing. He almost made a short snippy comment at the ******** but...considering he just saved their asses too, Dakota wasn't keen on pissing him off either. OUT OF RESPECT, which clearly he or his group got in return.
Added to that but he always was kinda of irked that Reine was ignoring him. Like, He liked her a lot and she was just you know...not talking to him? How can you be on a mission with someone and not talk to them? OBVIOUSLY REINE WAS THE MASTER OF THIS.
He stood though by Eva instead and leaned over to her. "Did Reine tell you anything else about this mission? What's he mean by supplies man?" He looked at the FEAR scanner they had been given before looking at the people. God, did the hunters just leave them? Would they leave them too? "I don't like this feeling. I don't like feeling were being set up to let these people down...." He blinked at Eva again.
"What happened to the rest of you?" Dakota blinked, unshy of asking the harder question, "Did they get taken or were they killed?" Some people liked trophies, maybe the creatures of Halloween did too. "do you know if anyone was taken somewhere sir?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 9:23 pm
"Look kids, I get it, yer tryin' to be cute an' all like, protectors or something" Stan exchanged glances with another survivor, who was busy packing rounds of what looked like compressed salt into the barrel of a shotgun. "But the best y'can do is signal fer help. You know, real backup. Let them know that yeah, there's a giant nest of 'em just a little bit outside, its underground, right where the pub used t' be, those bastards have a whole breeding grounds just waitin' to get out. Most of them who died couldn't see 'em, not like us. They just went down screaming the entire day. We're the only ones left an' they try every day, try to break down the walls. They always go for yer kind first, Hunters or sommat, apparently its something they want from you. Information maybe. Maybe your fancy weapons."
Judging by his pale skin tone and the circles under his eyes, Stan had not slept for days, if not weeks. He cradled his own weapon, a shotgun, standard issue, nothing Runic or special about it, like a lifeline, eyes fluttering closed for a second, tired-
- Before he shot them wide open. "Well, ********>. Hurry and send a call kids, you aint got much time before they-"
It was too late. Without warning, the sky had literally turned black, the lights flickering and dimming within the church before shutting down entirely. There was a noise, a dull wham, the sound of something attempting to break into a barrier. The noise persisted, in loud thumps, seconds carrying into minutes, the whole place shaking, all the survivors jumping onto their feet, their weapons raised nervously, tense, defeated-
- And then the noise stopped. There was a whimper from one of the children.
The entire roof of the church simply shattered into fragments of glass and wood, raining thick splinters into the ground. One of the survivors was impaled by a falling wooden beam immediately, his eyes still open in shock, gun falling out of his hands. The second the roof fell, they poured in, hundreds of them flying and shrieking harshly like banshees, black vicious vultures in the sky screeching and slashing at anything they spotted.
They were aiming first and foremost for the trainees. One of them stopped, shadowy figure turning its yellowed eyes towards Rep, hollow mouth opening and closing to reveal thousands of layers of sharp black teeth. It hissed, reaching out one claw, ready to devour its prey-
- BANG
Stan's shotgun went off, and the creature shrieked horribly. There was a click and a second, a third-
- And then no more as the man cursed one more time, backing up. It was too late: several of the shadows attacked the man in a heartbeat as he went down screaming, an arm viciously ripped off, and then a leg, and then the chest, impaled, the heart, ripped out. Blood splattered against the broken ground, loud, thick strokes of paint.
There was no time for the trainees to think, where they fended off one, several of them scraping against their Fear shields, claws lightly tearing against their skin, several others took their place. The entire sky, the entire church was full of them.
The trainees were looking at their last stand. OOC - Trainees need to take out as many of these as possible, as much as they can as soon as they can before they are ripped apart entirely! - Roll your attack dice as normal. The amount of damage you do is the amount of mobs you take out. You take 10 damage every time you hit a mob: there is no end to them, but it is better at this rate to go down fighting. - If your trainee hits 0 HP (or less), they are now PASSED OUT.
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 1
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 9:57 pm
Rep gave the man a rather irritated look for his perceived attitude towards them. They weren't just being cute, they were perfectly capable members of an elite organisation. They even had little fear detectors to prove it. Well okay maybe not the fear detectors but they had weapons, that was more than most people right? But he didn't interrupt the guy, as deluded as he might have been, he knew a good bit about this lair thing, they could probably talk to him, find out what was going on here and head back to get "backup" and file their reports, without even a scratch. Yeah that sounded like a ******** good idea, especially if the things out there were /drawn/ to hunters.
The red haired man startled though as Stan seemed to panic and the lights went out, feeling his blood run cold as the most primitive sort of fear gripped him. The thumps hit the barrier and he summoned Tracey almost out of pure instinct, hugging the axe the way someone else might hug a security blanket.
It didn't help the angel sounded just as afraid as him. Very little rattled him.
Oh ******** god let the barrier hold, let it hold let it hold.
The silence stretched on for what seemed like forever, a moment drawn out into eternity by the flood of adrenaline in its wake.
And then the world shattered.
Rep dived in the nick of time to avoid a massive roof beam, even as he did getting a horrific glimpse of the impaled man dropping his gun. On a pure animal reflex he spun away from this vision of death only to be faced with his doom.
Everything slowed to a crawl, the moment a slow motion heartbeat as he could do nothing. He couldn't move, couldn't even bring Tracey up to defend himself against the attack. His blood was like liquid ice, slowed to a halt in his veins. His thoughts conversely, felt speeded up to fever pitch by adrenaline and looming death. Rather than coming up with an escape, his brain focused stupidly on the teeth, so many teeth.
BANG
And the world flooded back in a rush of colour, noise and chaos, he had only moments to look for his saviour, scanning the place frantically. He had just enough time to witness the man torn to shreds in the most horrific fashion before his eyes, a sight he would be reliving over and over again for the rest of his life. However short, given the situation, said life might be.
And then he was swinging Tracey, not even able to speak, running on some other panicked, terrorised level, almost outside his own mind as he scrabbled vainly to fend off the wild, circling clawed hordes. He couldn't survive this, there was no ******** way. He was already roughed up from the battle outside the church and these guys were endless and they /hurt/, ripping at the fear shield hard enough to make Tracey cry out in his thoughts.
He looked in desperation to his team through the fighting. He could only hope one of them possessed a miracle or they were all doomed.
((HP - 10/40
Damage - 2
Charge 3/3 ))
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 10:07 pm
Dakota blinked at Stan before memorizing the location. Pub, underground. Nest.
He tucked the information back as he attempted the next question. He didn't get far though as the earth quaked and glass rained like stars from above. One of the surviors met an unfortunate end as he impaled by wood.
"Eva, Reine, Clerise." He shouted as he watched the thing go for Rep, s**t s**t s**t. THIS WAS BLOWING UP IN THEIR ******** FACES.
Chama screamed, His hand came out as the mob flooded down on them. His hand flipped her up as he slashed at the ******** get out." He yelled as he fought them off the chidlren. The hell the kids would end up like the impaled man if he could help it. "Get the children out of here!"
(( Dakota: 20/40
Mob's Taken out: 4
Charge: 1/3 ))
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 7
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 10:26 pm
"Let's a ******** go," Clerise muttered, eying the folks that were packing salt into their guns. Just like on that other mission...she wondered if it was at all effective.
Good thing she hadn't desummoned Balthazar-- she swung out with the ringblade, snarling as the shadows poured in more and more and--
{[ We have done this in the Shadow Run. Do not fail here. ]}
hp// 40 - 10 = 30
monsters// 8 - 6 = 2
charge// 1/3
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