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Dakka Domi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-16)
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 Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:44 pm
Fortunately enough, there wasn't any mud for Bigsby's hat to get knocked into, just the padded floor of the arena in all direction. Perhaps the fortunate part was that his hat was spared from the onslaught of whipping ribbons entirely. His legs were protected by the material of his pants, but his bare arms weren't nearly so lucky, and the stinging of the deceivingly vicious ends bit into his flesh, sending spirals of pain through his head. Such a sweet sensation, though, for its clarifying effects. Bigsby flinched, at first, but his feet remained planted firmly in place as he grinned at Malo through the attack.
When the ribbons fell away again, Bigsby rolled his shoulders and spat off to the side, a tiny bit of blood from biting his tongue when his teeth clamped down during the flinch. He smiled wider, a speck more of red between his top two teeth.
”Done?” he asked, through clenched teeth. ”… Dat'urt. I'm angry now.”
Bigsby had given Malo bops before. The fist he threw at Malo's upper parts, the one that he felt strike home with an almost-satisfying thump, was not a bopping fist. It was a bashing fist.
[[ HP : 33
Damage : 10
Element : Water
Target : Malo
Turn : 3 ]]
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:44 pm
Being pushed upon the Padded Area, the Leafeon boy was as nervous as ever clenching on to the toy at hand. He doesn't know what to do and already he heard a couple of fights; one of with Zale against Firefly and Bigsby with Malo. He is about to cry standing there and instead of searching for a fight, Briar ran. He ran away with leafy ears pressed against his head. It's a very good thing that the young blond is a rather speedy one and knows how to climb. Running in front of one of the buildings, he stopped in place in search for a hiding spot. "Just until the end of this . . . I'll be okay."
Hp: 45/45
Dmg: 0
Element: Water
Target: DUN WANNA HURT ANYONE O AO
Turn: 3
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:54 pm
Zale tensed considerably when he heard footsteps, clutching his hood tighter. When he was pushed he fell right over, eyes widening as he whipped around to view the other with huge, sad eyes. What? Why was he still attacking him?!
Then the apology. Zale stared at him, confused. He didn't know what to say, and then Firefly went to grab something. He flinched, one eye closing until suddenly a ball was shoved into his hands. He stared at it, rolling it in his hands, sorrow forgotten.
".....Pretty..." He whispered, staring at it. He looked up at Firefly, blinking. He was.... a present? He sat up, playing with the croquet ball before looking up at Firefly once more, extending it back out.
"Here. It's yours." He replied, eyes still wary however mouth forming a hesitant smile. The other was crying? He was rough, yes, and he had attacked Zale, but.... He looked genuinely upset. He looked down, wincing when he stretched his back by squirming.
"I'm sorry..... if... I hurt you...too."
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:59 pm
"I'm not called Rabbit for nothing," he told Isaac, with a half-smile, his eyes stormy again. He watched Isaac splash water on himself, idly, and looked down at the pail. A fire-type with water? No thank you, he'd pass.
"I'll get something to drink later. Out of a pail your hands haven't been in," he tried to joke. Lying down on the padded floor, he stared up at the ceiling. At least they had escaped for now. He wondered if there'd be some signal that the game was over, or if someone would simply bust their door down and carry them off into the dark.
Logan shut his eyes, and listened to the ambient sound. Without opening them again, he replied to Isaac. "That depends. On the inside? Or the out. Because inside I'm pretty sure it's a terrible mess," Logan added, dryly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 11:07 pm
He chuckled, eyebrow raising. "Rabbit?" He assumed this was why the boys earlier never said his name before. He'd remember that. Laughing at the pail comment, he shoved the pail aside, flopping back down beside Logan.
Tail idly swinging, he peered at the other, nails drifting and tapping against his knee. "Outside. I think the inside of everyones head is a mess." He knew his was.... twitching, red eyes peered at the door before flicking back to view Logan. "Do you need anything for it?"
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JellyFaun rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 11:08 pm
[[ HP : 24
Damage : 4
Element : Psychic
Target : Bigsby
Turn : 3 ]]
Malo's jaw sang as his little tummy was hit with such force that it knocked him out of the air. He quivered, then dusted his belly and turned with fire in his eyes, drifting back up and showing off his sharp, mean little teeth.
He...he had liked Bigsby. It was a real shame this rift had come between them. He really had no problem with the phanpy, if he didn't side with morons. The bops hurt, but Malo had become used to them.
"So its BOBBING you want, huh?!" he snarled, charging forwards. All thoughts of Jace were out the window. He'd deal with him some other time. The hat wearing git was in the way now.
He raised up the rod of his ribbon baton and brought it down on Bigsby's head- hard as he could. But it seemed the baton was for whipping, not bopping, and the Litwick snarled, throwing it down and grabbing his lower eyelid, pulling the skin down and sticking his tongue out, covering Bigsby in a spray of spit.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 11:18 pm
Sheepishly, nervously,Firefly took the orb slowly back.
The other was actually quite gently. He was polite and even offered apologies.
He took a few deep breaths, then shouted very loudly "I REALLY LIKE YOUR HOOD."
He hurried to his feet and bolted off, hugging the orb to himself. He had made a very awkward situation out of what should have been a fun day. Great, again. He huddled in the corner of the pen and held his stomach.
He really did just want to go home at this point. He didn't make eye contact with anyone or speak to anyone for the rest of the night.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 11:24 pm
"Yep. Rabbit. Like my slippers," Logan said, wiggling his feet. He was, in fact, wearing rabbit slippers. He was always wearing his rabbit slippers. Well, except when he slipped them off to run. They were getting kind of ratty by now, given he'd been wearing them basically since he hatched. Worn out soles, patchy dirty fur, the works. Jace was the only one who still called him by his real name.
"I didn't eat at breakfast, and I didn't really sleep last night," he admitted, finally. "So I don't think anything will help, I think I just need to eat, and rest."
Logan tried not to pass out in the florist's, actually. "Keep talking, your voice'll keep me awake," he told Isaac. Didn't matter what Isaac talked about. Just anything at all, really. And Logan would probably just keep on letting him talk.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 11:27 pm
When the other took the orb he smiled softly, happy the other took the orb back. He watched the other take a deep breath, and then he shouted. Yellow orbs widened, watching Firefly. And then the other ran before he could respond. His hand reached out, faltering as the figure vanished.
"Thank....you." His eyes closed, flopping onto his side. He decided he'd sleep now and wait for the game to end. Perhaps slip into a building. Oh, that sounded fine. Standing, he headed for the library, eyebrow raising as he saw guards hurriedly running about, moving to the side. He slipped into the library and curled into a bookcase, tail tucking around his legs.
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Vitious rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 11:46 pm
(( HP : 30
Damage : 7
Element : Grass
Target : Malo
Turn : 1 ))
Jace watched Logan take off, smiling a little as he watched his friend fight; sure the ribbons weren't much to look at but he seemed to be doing okay. He was glad, really, to know that Logan could hold his own, despite the fact that he wanted to defend him. In fact he moved to chase after him, to sate his own desire to fight, only for him to be stopped by Malo. His eyes crossed in annoyance at the other boy's comment in annoyance, shaking his head before he turned to face him.
"I don't even want to be around you!" he snapped, eyes narrowed; this litwick was starting to annoy him. "What makes you think I want to play tag with you, Dri--"
Jace's eyes widened and he grunted in pain from the rather potent attack from Malo's ribbons, snarling as he fought to get free of them. That was when Bigsby attacked instead, causing him to smirk and slowly climb to his feet; it had hurt, but he'd suffered worse. He ran after the two of them, watching the retaliation before he snarled, seeing red when Malo struck the Phanpy again.
With a wordless snarl he launched himself at the Litwick, beating him with the flute he'd been given hard. He growled softly, slipping between him and Bigsby, eyes narrowed and hands flexing; he was just dying for an excuse to hit the other boy again, but his gift from the queen was a solid weight against his side in his jacket, and it made him pause. Malo made him angry, sure, but he figured that the boy would find his own 'punishment' in alienating everyone around him eventually.
"Don't touch my friends!" he snapped, glaring for a moment longer before glancing back at Bigsby. "I... Thanks. Let's have a fight later, eh?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 12:32 am
Blinking, he stared at the slippers, laughing. However, it wasn't a mocking or cruel one. "They took a real beatin'! Ya know how to sew? I think my Guardian does, I could ask him to sew up any bangs?" Shrugging, the male leaned back, head arching back and resting against the shelf. Frowning, the male flicked his tail when Logan spoke once more.
"Ya didn't eat or sleep? I don't blame ya, this place is sick. Ya can rest, if ya like. I'd wake ya if anythin' bad happened." Though, he was told to speak, and Isaac loved speaking. Leaning forward and folding his arms onto his knees, the male rested his chin on his arms, thinking of what to say. Finally, he figured it out.
"Well, Rabbit. When we get back I'll give ya some food. Ya don't need to acknowledge it, or explain it to no one. I ate a lot earlier, even if it was nasty. The next place we got to go to is Diamonds. At least that's neither an overly cheerful place of hostile, so we can rest." Pausing, he snorted slightly, smile back on his face. "Then again, we got crazy games to do earlier, so ya never know." He went quiet abruptly, hearing loud voices. However, it wasn't the guards, letting out a shaky, relieved breath. Hell, Logan's fear was rattling him!
"I can't wait to get home though. Nothin' like home. I thought it was crazy there before, but comin' here... hell." Shaking his head, he turned to look at Logan, tail twitching once more. "Ya know, I like the markins' on your face. Their real, yea?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 12:42 am
In the middle of the tag game, Briar ended up hiding in the alley of the coffee shop building, huddling in a small ball just waiting. He believed that the game shouldn't last this long. He wondered about the others if they are okay. He hasn't seen his friend Isaac around and his mind turned to the worse. "What if he got really hurt from the game? Got bonked in the head? Or what if the guards took him away?!" He shook his head to get those bad thoughts and stare at the squish tube toy at hand. He still hasn't played yet and plans not to at all. But he has no choice and use the weapon on himself! He lifts the toy above his head and squeezed the water over himself and felt a few tiny ducks bouncing of his head and took himself out.
Now that was done . . . he's very cold now.
Dropping the toy, he walked out of the alley and looked around at his surroundings. He checked to see if it was clear of anyone or the guards before stepping out and walks down the street. "I need to find a place to hide . . . maybe the buildings or something . . ." It was then that he spotted the Florist shop which made him beamed happily. "Flowers!" Briar absolutely thought it's the perfect place for him to hide even though he knew that the flowers are fake. It's the thought that count after all.
The blond boy ran up to the door and grabbed the door knob and pushed it to open. But for some reason . . . it won't open! He pouted and leaned his body against it to try to force the door open. "Oh . . c'mon!" It puzzled the Leafeon boy greatly but it seemed it won't open. However he won't give up on hiding in there and decided to walk around if there could be an open window or something. Just then, his bright green orbs spotted a window with a crack open. Just his luck!
Feeling how springy the ground was under his feet, Briar jumped up as high as he could and held on to the drain pipe along the side of the building to climb up to the window just a little bit comparing how high it was to his short stature. His little hand reached out to the window sill and grabbed on to it tightly as he manages to climb inside of the building. But as he climbed in, he tumbled over on the floor and hit his head. "Ow!" He yelped out in pain as held his hand in pain, seeing how his leafy ears are pressed down against his head. Soft sobs were heard from the little boy as he sat on the floor curled up with his tail wrapped around him to keep himself warm. "I-I wanna go home . . ."
Hp: 00/45
Dmg: SUPER EFFECTIVE
Element: Water
Target: HIMSELF! Did honorable seppuku |:
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 12:56 am
[Hp: 17
Out of turns. ;3; ]
Malo hissed as he was knocked out of the air once again, showing his sharp little teeth and grabbing his head. He pinched his eyes shut tightly and trembled, a sizeable goose-egg popping up.
"WELL, WHO WANTS TO TOUCH YOUR SMELLY GARBAGE FRIENDS?!"
His lip quivered and he took to the air again, drifting off without another word to either of them, still immaturely sticking his tongue out. Was no fair when he was all alone!
Oh well...at least he had Zale and Toby...and...Atticus and Issac and Briar? He sighed, knowing he had lost some good friends from this. And Jace's mind was correct.
Though Malo didn't know of the gift the other had received, he had been madly jealous since he was herded from the garden. The wave from her highness was something he'd never forget, but to actually speak with her was something he'd dreamed of in his hammock. Knowing Jace had lived his dream, he felt, could never be trumped...but now he was confused in his little ghost brain.
Never before had he been cut off from his 'friends' like that. And thinking back to the time he got lost in spades or the time he was at the tea party...it did make him very sad and was more punishing than any blow.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 1:02 am
"I can't sew at all. My father is even more useless at it," Logan admitted. Honestly, it was usually Logan caring for his father, rather than the other way around. Logan's dad had become pretty useless, apparently, after his husband had disappeared-- well, useless in terms of the things that survival instinct usually took care of. Sleeping, eating, socialization. Those things.
Logan listened without saying a word, right until Isaac mentioned Diamonds was peaceful, but that the games were crazy so it might be kinda insane too. Then, slightly unrelated to the current topic of conversation by that point, Logan interjected: "I'm not ashamed to be your 'friend,' you know. I don't need to hide it." It's just for your own safety, Logan thought. He was referring to Isaac's offer of food without strings attached.
"Yep. Was born with them, apparently," Logan replied, after another pause, tugging at his cheek. The black marks didn't go anywhere; his skin was covered in similar patterns. He loved it, because it made him feel like someone had, before he was born, painted him in natural ink. And he'd be like that forever. The thought made him smile. He was about to equally express how much he missed home, but then Briar appeared.
It was the crying and the falling he heard first, of course. And Logan's ears lay flat against his head. He knew it wasn't one of the guards, because it was too light, but that didn't stop his heart from pounding in his chest. He didn't appreciate being startled in the least. Logan grimaced. "How'd you manage to hurt yourself in a padded room?" Logan asked, as if it was completely stupid. Even though he'd bumped his head earlier, too.
Logan sighed internally and sat up. Looked like his peaceful escape was over. Was about time he planned his escape. He sure as hell was not climbing out the window. As he listened to Isaac and Briar, whatever they would say, he started to slowly and carefully remove the blockage at the front door.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 1:15 am
"Born with the-" He was about to respond to Logan, truly intrigued. His eyes had widened as the marks didn't leave, and then they widened for a new reason. Something had flopped down, and much like Logan he tensed and his heart hammered. His head whipped around, teeth gritting as he stood, about to press Logan away when he spotted a familiar face. And it was sobbing.
Without thinking, Isaac rushed to Briar's side, lifting the male into a sitting position. He quickly began to check him, worried someone had hit or beat the male up. He looked somewhat banged up, however not as bad as he had worried. He didn't notice Logan walking off, however Isaac probably wouldn't fret to much. Logan seemed able to take care of himself, and while Isaac would worry he was confident the other named "Rabbit" would be alright.
His head tilted to the side, brushing hair from Briar's face, frowning slightly. "Hey. Stop cryin' real quick. We're tryin' to hide, and the noise might call people. Are ya okay? What happened? How the hell did ya hurt yaself?" Head tilting to the side, he flicked his tail around Briar's in an attempt to calm the other down, biting his lip. "Did someone hurt ya?"
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