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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-16)
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 Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 3:40 pm
Sasha didn't even bother wielding Nona at this point; instead she lifted a patent-leather clad food and stomped it down as hard as she could on top of the little beast, squelching it immediately. "Okay. A-almost there. Come on." Quote: HP: 21/40 TAR: Beastie DMG: 3 TAR HP: DED CHG: 3/3 || 0/2
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 6:19 pm
"Ah... r-right, just... just be careful," He gave a wobbling smile before hefting his weapon up and poking Roar's face out the door first before following after the clear. This patch of hallway's infestation had not yet grown back, but even so he could hear the whispering in the walls, the garbled sound of too many voices at once speaking just soft enough to be unintelligible but present.
His heart was in his throat.
But Sasha needed her things and he was going to get her there. Concentrate on the mission.
Something made a subtle noise and he whirled around, and stopped himself firing wildly at what turned out to be Sasha's feet.
Right. Forward march.
Red-faced, he pushed forward, on guard.
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bipolar bee rolled 1 100-sided dice:
71
Total: 71 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 7:39 pm
Sasha paused. They were so close to her dorm that she could almost kind of see the piece of paper taped to the door.
Then something in the mist moved, and before Sasha knew what she was doing, she was kicking her leg out, delivering a really hard kick to the wall.
Okay, maybe the mist hadn't moved.
"Gosh dangit, oh my gosssshhhhh I think I broke my f-f-f-f-flipping toe. Did you. Oh my gosh ffffffudge." She leaned against the wall, hissing between her teeth.
"D-did you see something th-there or not because I s-swear I saw something!!"
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 7:57 pm
"Ah... Are... are you alright??" Jerry topped himself from shooting the wall out of revenge when he realized it was just a wall. Instead, he glanced around, aiming Roar this way and that but, nope. Nothing but darkness and smoke. He drew in a deep breath, "Ah.... If... er... s-sorry about the lock um. Earlier. I didn't know if it was locked and didn't want to waste time so ah..." He backed his way to the door, and it opened easily even as he covered her. After a good kick, it would always open very easily, he assumed, until they got it fixed, "I'll er.. repair it when we're b-back here um..."
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bipolar bee rolled 1 100-sided dice:
53
Total: 53 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 8:09 pm
Sasha hobbled away from her position at the door, being especially wary about how much weight she placed on her foot. It probably wasn't broken but it certainly hurt. "I'm fine," Sasha grit her teeth as she tried to slip past the busted door. She'd have made it, too, if it wasn't for the little fogbeast that promptly attached itself to Jerry's pantleg. "I really hate these things," she grumped, carefully edging away. The fog-critter spotted her and gave chase. Sasha groaned. Quote: 34-65: A large, semi-solid creature barrels into you! It's slow-moving but a bit more powerful than the smaller ones. Mob Stats HP: 10 Auto Damage: 3 (hit or miss)
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Bilious rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 2
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 2:56 am
Jerry was about to say something when the creature barreled into his leg, ripping through fabric as it knocked him to the ground with a yelp. Roar clattered beside him, and it was all he could to scramble for his weapon, hauling it upward to try to aim.... The blast ricochet down the hall, and the beast circled around, ready to leap back at them.
Breath caught in his throat, he managed to stiffly haul himself back to his feet, thanking the leg brace for at least doing it's job. "Ah- Q-quick!"
HP: 28/50
Attack for: 6
Charge: 3/3, 0/3
Boss HP: 4
Kill count: 4
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 7
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 11:58 am
Sasha quickly finished off the beast, slashing at it relentlessly with Nona's hooks. Once it had dissipated, Sasha grabbed Jerry's free hand and tugged him into the room after her. "I.. I need to grab a few things from the c-closet, first. C-can you keep watch?" Quote: HP: 18/40 TAR: Beastie DMG: 9 TAR HP: 4 - 9 = OVERDED CHG: 3/3 || 0/2
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 12:32 pm
"Ah... Y-yes, of c-course," The closet. His stomach twisted as he tripped over the torn fabric of the pantleg of his jump suit, pale hairy leg and a glimmer of aluminum at his shin squeaking as he wobbled after her. "We're doing good," He assured her with a soft smile, although he was getting dizzy with exhaustion again. It would be fine.
He raised his weapon, keeping an eye out the door as she collected her things.
Kill Count: 5
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 12:41 pm
"There's some scissors at the um. At the desk? If you want to cut that pant leg," Sasha gave Jerry a reassuring little smile before she moved into the closet, grabbing a few clothes and the same large tote she'd used to transport the paper and crayons when she'd made the flyers. A few dresses, some leggings, some shoes. It wasn't long before she was moving out of the closet and towards her bed, cheeks tinged pink.
"Just. Just.. don't. Just keep turned around, okay."
She did not want Jerry seeing her apparently horrible 'granny panties' - after the whole girls night in, she was a little embarrassed that she actually wore them.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 12:52 pm
"G-good... good idea," He'd grab a new jump suit when they got back. But for now, he couldn't be tripping over fabric scraps. He gave another strategic glance out the door before limping to where she directed and trimmed the thing sloppily just under the knee.
His cheeks flushed. After a moment, he snipped the fabric into strips, wrapping it around the brace and his skinny exposed shin and tying it in a knot. Replacing Deus-sanctioned coveralls was one thing, but Jerry was not a shorts person. Let alone, showing off the stupid brace. "You... you have everything?"
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 8:17 pm
Sasha had just finished stuffing a few handfuls of underpants into the tote. She hoped they didn't get attacked on the way out; swinging Nona about while carting around a shoulder bag didn't seem like it would be conducive to actually hitting anything.
"Yes. I'm um. I'm done." She cleared her throat loudly while giving his leg-brace a moody look.
"Lets hurry back. I'm.. I'm tired." The emotional strain of the list combined with the creatures they'd come across was starting to take its toll on Sasha.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 8:38 pm
"Yes, of course, J-just.. make sure you have everything," He gave a wobbling smile, relieved that she had finished. Carefully checking the hallway once more, he looked over his shoulder to her, rearranging his own bag on the shoulder opposite of Roar, "You want me to carry anything?" Always the gentleman, even when he looked like a hobo.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 8:57 pm
"I've got everything," Sasha was feeling anxious to get back; she needed some alone-time so that she could mull all of this over. The list, the names, what the doctor had said. It was a lot to take in, and the stress was starting to get to her.
"I hope there aren't anymore monsters in the fog on the way back."
Nona was groaning with impatience.
"Okay, maybe just one more. I don't know. I'm um.. I.. I'm tired," she gave a soft, humorless laugh.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 9:31 pm
She hadn't answered his question. He bit his lip, "If... if you're sure. Let's... let's go," He wobbled a bit, drawing in a deep breath before pushing the door open, "We'll m-make a run for it!"
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 9:41 pm
Sasha continued to purposely ignore Jerry's offer to carry her tote; all of her underpants were haphazardly stuffed in there, and Sasha was violently certain that if he even caught a glimpse of them, she would explode in a crimson spray of embarrassment. No way, no how. Her face felt like it was on fire just thinking about it.
As he moved out of the door, Sasha followed, hurrying him along with one hand pressed against his back. "Don't ah.. don't trip," she whispered, as if speaking in softer tones would prevent the fog from hearing her. The sooner they got back to the caves, the sooner she could skulk off to be by herself. It seemed like people stayed away from Killzone's area of the compound, plus there was music there which seemed …pretty nice, Sasha guessed.
"I don't see anything," Sasha added softly, edging past Jerry.
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