The Cerberus really did just kind of want to curl up and sleep through the rest of the chaos. Wait until it was over. Not have to see anyone else he liked, saw as something akin to a parent, on the ground unmoving. He kept getting up, but they didn't. There was some guilt for the times he'd knocked them over, even lashed out afraid. Perhaps they had a reason, their limited lifespan, for all those times. It was a bit difficult to understand really.
Which was why the canine was merely sulking a bit as he listened. He lifted his head as Caesar, a fellow creature from the mountain, showed up, blinking a bit as he wandered up. Then let his head fall down to his paws again and averted his gaze. He didn't really want to talk about it much either. The world was a mess and he just kind of wanted to go back to bed. Not that anything ever seemed to want to let him sleep.
The next occurrence was likely a mixture of it all. Stress, guilt, a bit of a broken heart. But just as Fluffy was starting to curl up into a comfortable little ball he found he didn't exactly have paws anymore. Or much fur. Rather... he sad up suddenly looking not too unlike their handlers in many ways. Smaller, due to his age. Maybe ten at the oldest, and covered in scars from one too many rough play fights on the mountain. Not to mention the ears, tails, and nails that were far too sharp. Obviously someone had needed a trim. But rather than an oversized canine there sat something of a child, feeling rather small near the dragon for the first time.
When did Tavast get that big?
There was silence at first as he ruffled at the neck length mess of hair trying to figure everything out. Staring down at the slightly tanned color of his own other arm. And then realization hit. Or perhaps just confusion. Either way. Fluffy didn't know what was going on, and that scared him. So there went the waterworks, actual ones this time. Dogs couldn't cry, but dogs that accidentally turned into kids could. And they could wail pretty loud too for that matter.
Also, he'd never worn clothes before. So you could imagine he probably could use some.
Torvil
I noticed Liz say human forms were unlocked in the WP chat this morning before leaving for work. Sorry he's gonna be miserable now. You have a screaming dog kid. GL He has no idea what's going on, it was an accident.
iloveyoudie
There ws a dog, it saw you. Then it had a royal fit.
Chirigami
Screaming dog child. Still not attacking you though.
Dear Humans Inside
I don't know how far down you are, but if it's not too far in then you might hear screaming/crying child. Up to you.
Krista_Darkangel_Silme
Plz bring clothes Cora, you liked the dog.
Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 8:59 am
Len had been more tired and harrowed than he realized. He slept through the door coming open again, the general shuffling about, even a blanket being flopped over him. When he woke, the bookcase had been opened and a staircase led down towards who knew what; Len blinked at it in muzzy confusion, wondering when and how that had happened. The blanket slid off him as he got up, and he blinked at that, too.
He was about to investigate the newly revealed staircase when he heard something that made his gut turn to ice. There was a child screaming outside. Adrenaline shocked him instantly awake, and he scrambled clumsily to a window to look out. Had some idiot brought a kid on this trip? Oh jesus let it be something else -
No. There was a small terrified boy sitting in the middle of a group of monsters. The kid's scars and lack of clothes didn't register with Len, nor did the fact that the monsters weren't actually attacking; he had no idea that these things could change shape. He almost tripped over his own feet lunging for the door, scrabbling it unlocked, and bursting out. The door slammed loudly shut behind him. "This way, kid," he yelled, and ran at the monsters. "Get inside, quick, I'll distract them - "
HP: 25/25
Raja
welp.
Creatures
Yeah a human came out.
Humans
Somebody should probably relock that door.
Guest Name: Leonard Dickens Guest Profession: Photographer Physical Description: Painfully skinny, tall, and gangly, Len wears cargo pants, t-shirts with sayings he thinks are witty printed on them, and vests with lots of pockets. He wears oval, wire-framed glasses with thick lenses, and has dyed his short, messy hair a violent blue. Brief Character Profile: Len (not Lenny) is an amateur photographer who is best known for his photographs of cryptids. He spends his time researching and tracking down local legendary creatures, proving or debunking their existence. Len is opinionated and loud, interested in everything, and willing to ask nosy questions.
Distraction was the exact thing Len did for Banshee. She'd only just flown into the scene, having lost the scent of the humans (it was a bit hard when you had no nose, only bone), Now she'd found a little group of them outside a building she'd never seen before.
Wasn't this the one she'd performed her little trick for before? Guilt struck her as she realized the enormity of her situation. Eliminating the humans ...
She shook her head. Their screams and terror felt right. It was what she was born to do, she was sure of it. She wasn't sure why her loving owners had forbidden her from such a power, and the conflict left a deep sour pit in her stomach, rotting her already corroding core.
A typical Banshee screech split the sky as she ripped through the air, divebombing straight for Len and tearing across his stomach at an unusually breakneck speed. The rubble stirred as all four legs landed on the ground, wings outstretched, prepared for battle. Inches from Len's face, she roared then threw her head back, declaring war on this human. A conflicting war, but for her, a necessary evil.
Action: Attack Target: Len Roll Results: 8 dmg
My HP: 50/50 My Items: --
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Name: Banshee (given her to by keepers without ... consideration ...) Species:Frost Wyrm like black skeletal icy dragon thing idk ;_; <3 Physical Description: She's kept in half humanoid most of the time. Currently in dragon form, as picture above. Half humanoid: Black hair dip dyed blue. It's straight and drapes in front of her face something like this. She's mostly skeletal with a glowy blue core, glowy blue eyes- its a deep saturated blue. Outfit is something like this w/ blue/black color scheme. Black skin with skeletal parts. Horns, wings- dragon-y stuff. Also has a foggy fog emitting from her body just to add to general ~spookiness~. When she's not half-humanoid, she's a frost wyrm, as pictured above. Brief Character Profile: Banshee has a very strong sense of justice. She's very calculated, often thinking in percents and proportions. She has a really strong sense of what's right and what's wrong she is the law. She's relatively friendly, but can be somewhat stagnant to interact with. She likes technology and other things she can take apart and put back together. Has a hard time breaking out of her shell, but not neccessarily unfriendly. A speaks-when-spoken-to sort of person.
Meegane rolled 2 4-sided dice:
3, 1Total: 4 (2-8)
Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 9:10 am
Elafi was very reluctant to admit that she was lost, separated from her Faerie Forest companion. She left the staff building and started to wonder around until she spotted another building. On her way, there was no humans found, only screams and cries. The Centaur was in such a bad mood, she was a bit worried about the young Kirin.
Then, she watched as a human ran towards her. Elafi glared at Fluffy the human boy and decided to walk closer to have a look. The beautiful creature raised up her front hoofs and arrived the ground right next to Len. She drew his attention so that she can ask questions.
However, the Centaur always forgot humans can't hear they talk.
Name: Elafi Species: Snow Centaur Park Location: Faerie Forest Physical Description:Picture Reference They are lovely creatures that have a female human torso but equine bottom. Bottom is powerful and more like deer-horse mix with dense fur. Snow Centaur has tanned color skin and dark hair with silver white eyes and lip.
Brief Character Profile: Elafi always thinks that the forest is her homeland and very sensitive to outsiders. Being a centaur, she's quite aloof and headstrong, kinda a control freak. She will fight for what she thinks is correct and very realistic. Haughty and arrogant, she rarely admire or appreciate others' work. Within her kind, she's a pioneer. Lastly, she won't trust anyone easily, skeptical about what you say and will find her own way to discover the "truth". Elafi has one apparent weakness - strong maternal instinct: If you need protection, she's probably a good choice.
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Action: Attack Target: Len Roll Results: 4-4=0 MISSSSS
There was a roar and a ripping sensation, and Len was thrown to the ground, bleeding from a long jagged gash across his chest and stomach, before he knew what was happening to him. A black dragon loomed over him and let out a horrifying roar. The black mist drifting from the creature's form was familiar, but Len was too panicked and terrified to recognize Banshee as the dragon that had come to investigate them first.
He just screamed in response and kicked at her, his shoe bouncing off her face and doing very little good. Get to safety, kid, he prayed. While they're busy with me.
Banshee squinted as the shoe bounced nearly harmlessly off her head. She did not like that. She did not like that at all.
Now there was an offense. Somehow, in Banshee's mind, she justified this as self-defense. Len had committed a wrong, and needed to be punished. It was a pity the law didn't allow her to be merciful. Banshee had recreated the small office as a courtroom, with Len on trial for the wrongdoing of shoe-throwing.
Another creature had joined her and Banshee quickly nodded. < He will not listen. Raise your hooves in malice now, we must eliminate him. > In Banshee's mind, there were no questions that needed to be answered. The stars would decide Len's fate.
Action: Attack Target: Len Roll Results: 6
My HP: 46/50 My Items: --
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Name: Banshee (given her to by keepers without ... consideration ...) Species:Frost Wyrm like black skeletal icy dragon thing idk ;_; <3 Physical Description: She's kept in half humanoid most of the time. Currently in dragon form, as picture above. Half humanoid: Black hair dip dyed blue. It's straight and drapes in front of her face something like this. She's mostly skeletal with a glowy blue core, glowy blue eyes- its a deep saturated blue. Outfit is something like this w/ blue/black color scheme. Black skin with skeletal parts. Horns, wings- dragon-y stuff. Also has a foggy fog emitting from her body just to add to general ~spookiness~. When she's not half-humanoid, she's a frost wyrm, as pictured above. Brief Character Profile: Banshee has a very strong sense of justice. She's very calculated, often thinking in percents and proportions. She has a really strong sense of what's right and what's wrong she is the law. She's relatively friendly, but can be somewhat stagnant to interact with. She likes technology and other things she can take apart and put back together. Has a hard time breaking out of her shell, but not neccessarily unfriendly. A speaks-when-spoken-to sort of person.
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 9:23 am
Fluffy wasn't quite sure what had happened. He blinked a, silence at the odd sight of a human coming out. Addressing him oddly.
Come in? But... didn't they always lock them out? And... didn't he recognize that one? He'd given him a snack earlier on the trip, right? A low whimper escaped him as the human came out, seemingly until another dragon showed up, or well attacked really, and knocked him flat. If he had known how to speak he might have yelled, but rather there was a bit of a growl offered to Banshee as he tried to stumbled toward the human, not quite sure how to walk. So instead of it was more of a lopsided crawl with several falls. [BAD! GOOD HUMAN!] He stared bullets at the dragon, then at the Centaur who took up to attacking as well.
BOTH OF THEM WERE BAD! He attempted a snarl that wasn't nearly as close to normal, silenced by the foreign sound as he let out another confused whimper and instead just clung to the human. Should Len think it wise, he could probably drag the confused kid inside. Which was probably a better idea than trying to kick or punch the dragon anymore.
Because Fluffy was just too clueless to know he should probably do as told.
Prolixity
Hi you are welcome to /drag him in. He will go to PVP:OFF while inside and can't attack anyone.
The kid flung himself at Len, whimpering. "Get inside - " Len started, and found that he was being clung to. Apparently the kid was just that scared. Len scrabbled backwards desperately, getting himself out from under the nose of the dragon.
"Come on, kid." Len grabbed the kid's wrist and took off for the building, hauling the child along and expecting every moment to feel claws ripping into his back. Somehow, somehow he made it to the door, hauled it open, and threw himself inside, dragging the kid with him; he slammed the door behind him and threw the bolt, then sagged briefly against the door, panting. Blood dripped down his chest, and he became aware that he hurt. A lot.
It was all right, though. He'd gotten the kid inside. "It's gonna be okay," he said hoarsely, and moved over to the chair to scoop up the discarded blanket and bring it back, wrapping it around the kid's shoulders. He didn't know how the kid had lost his clothes. Maybe the monsters had attacked him. "What's your name? Here, let's go downstairs and see what's going on."
He led the kid towards the stairs and started down them - then he was hauled back, unexpectedly, as the kid hit an invisible barrier, like a wall across the stairs, one that Len had walked through but the child could not pass. He stared uncomprehendingly, shocked and confused. "What happened?"
Cora glance towards the male that spoke about giving this computer a go. With a nod, she turns and eyes it once more. Inputting a couple more comannds, she frowns the keyboard cat comes up once again.
Shaking her head, she turns towards Adam "Go for it."
Turning her head, she could hear the screams. Chewing on her bottom lip, she glance back towards the other two in the room with her.
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Guest Name: Coraline Dolan Guest Profession: Photographer HP: 25/25 Items: banaids, suv keys Physical Description: Standing five feet, seven inches, she a beauty in her own unique way. With boy cut dark brown hair, its highlighted with blood red through the whole hair. Her bangs are longer and hang in her face most of the time. Slate blue eyes, with freckles all over her cheeks and nose. Normally spotted in a simple spaghetti strap shirt and flare jeans. Brief Character Profile: Full of life, she always has a smile on her face. To her, even the worse moment can be the best picture if you look through the eye of a camera. She loves to talk to everyone, and always tries to include everyone in.
Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 10:05 am
Fluffy found he was being drug along briefly, a brief moment as he was drug along toward the house and then inside, toward some stares and... then... the hand around his wrist seemed to vanish and he was back on the floor. A bit confused and disoriented as he stared cluelessly at the human beyond the barrier. His ears and tail were flat against his head, though the ears were a bit harder to spot in the mess of pitch black hair as he let out a low whimper again. He reached out again and paused at the rather fleshy and clawed hand hit the invisible wall and flinched a bit as he pulled it back.
Something about it reminded him of bad things. Things he wanted no part of. So rather than trying to follow the man inside he curled up into a ball, shaking a bit as he was still spooked over what all was going on at the moment. Still in too much shock over it all to think about going back out to lash out at the dragon who'd attacked the nice human.
He'd likely get to that later. Nope, instead he just sort of stared at Len in his little huddle, black eyes watching him begging for some answer as he sniffled and went back to quietly crying. At least it wasn't the full out screaming at this point. Just sort of quietly sobbing and hiccuping mixed in with whimpers more like a kicked dog than an actual kid.
Prolixity
Looks 8-10 years old, no clothes, Black ears and tail like his dog form, hair is black and messy(shoulder length) and while his eyes are normal, they're black instead of brown/blue whatever. Also he has pretty sharp nails and probably looks like an energetic/active kid. Slightly tanned skin and scarred from his little play fights with other critters.
Edited: He's just inside on the floor in front of the barrier like 'WAT WAT TAT'
The Centaur was very angry, she had given many chances to those humans but they didn't take it, instead they were so rude. [You are right. I think we need to teach them a big lesson.]
The stepping didn't stop Len, he even grabbed the "human" kid and ran towards the building which was a few steps away. Rude, so rude. When they passed her, the wind brought with a strong smell of blood, from the kid. The Centaur frowned up and chased at their backs until they disappeared. She was rejected by the building and was really pissed off.
Hunger, together with the unexpected anger drove her clamness all away. The Snow Centaur lifted up her hooves again and trod on the door.
Maybe she was too hungry, she hardly make a small hole on the door.
[I will get them.]
Name: Elafi Species: Snow Centaur Park Location: Faerie Forest Physical Description:Picture Reference They are lovely creatures that have a female human torso but equine bottom. Bottom is powerful and more like deer-horse mix with dense fur. Snow Centaur has tanned color skin and dark hair with silver white eyes and lip.
Brief Character Profile: Elafi always thinks that the forest is her homeland and very sensitive to outsiders. Being a centaur, she's quite aloof and headstrong, kinda a control freak. She will fight for what she thinks is correct and very realistic. Haughty and arrogant, she rarely admire or appreciate others' work. Within her kind, she's a pioneer. Lastly, she won't trust anyone easily, skeptical about what you say and will find her own way to discover the "truth". Elafi has one apparent weakness - strong maternal instinct: If you need protection, she's probably a good choice.
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Action: Attack Target: Building Roll Results: 3-4=0 MISS AGAIN *flips table*
Banshee reared back in fear as the door opened its gaping maw, swallowing both her little human and one of their own whole. Insurrection plagued her; had the little one gone willingly, or was he being kidnapped? The words and scene were confusing, but seeing as the small human-dog was now crying, Banshee assumed it was the latter.
< They are trying to take our own! > she cried to all other creatures in the area. She rammed her head against the building, expecting the tiny snowflakes that protruded off her mist to do something. < Do not let them succeed! >
Action: Attack Target: Office Building Roll Results: 0 sob Building HP: 66/70
My HP: 46/50 My Items: --
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Name: Banshee (given her to by keepers without ... consideration ...) Species:Frost Wyrm like black skeletal icy dragon thing idk ;_; <3 Physical Description: She's kept in half humanoid most of the time. Currently in dragon form, as picture above. Half humanoid: Black hair dip dyed blue. It's straight and drapes in front of her face something like this. She's mostly skeletal with a glowy blue core, glowy blue eyes- its a deep saturated blue. Outfit is something like this w/ blue/black color scheme. Black skin with skeletal parts. Horns, wings- dragon-y stuff. Also has a foggy fog emitting from her body just to add to general ~spookiness~. When she's not half-humanoid, she's a frost wyrm, as pictured above. Brief Character Profile: Banshee has a very strong sense of justice. She's very calculated, often thinking in percents and proportions. She has a really strong sense of what's right and what's wrong she is the law. She's relatively friendly, but can be somewhat stagnant to interact with. She likes technology and other things she can take apart and put back together. Has a hard time breaking out of her shell, but not neccessarily unfriendly. A speaks-when-spoken-to sort of person.
Caesar felt bad for Fluffy and had crouched hear him to pat him on the head. The Bigfoot, not being very smart, didn't quite realize about the human to dog transformation. He wasn't much different himself.
When the human tried to take him inside and the others attacked, he reacted the only way he knew how. Roaring and flailing and tossing himself against the side of the building.
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Name: Caesar Species: Bigfoot
Action:ARRIVING Target: Building Roll Results: 3 dmg
Seraphim was back and unhappy. More monsters had arrive and were attacking the building. He wanted a human. If he wanted a toy to keep he would have to act fast... Just one would do.
He kicked at the door distinctly unhappy. At least his arm was back in normal working order.
Action: Attack Target: Office Building Roll Results: 1 Building HP: 62/70
Guest Name: Leonard Dickens
