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endejester rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-24)
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 Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 1:56 pm
HP: 20/30
Inventory: Burnt Coffee pot, Used Syringe (for some reason)
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"G….Good bye?"
Oh that was not a good sign, not a good sign at all, He did duck and cover like the movie suggested but his landing was, well, terrible… partly because the coffee pot he'd taken as a weapon. He'd lost his grip on it, and it smacked him rather soundly in the head, something struck one of his wings hard and he yelled out in pain clenching it tight to his side, splinters and all which abraded his skin and scales. To add insult to injury, he twisted an ankle when he tried to stand, landing once more on his posterior, bending two of his tail feathers and causing a sharp pain to shoot through his ankle sending him into a spiral of interesting curses, and a few things that could only be assumed to be curses because they sounded more like a mix of bird song and hissing like a tea kettle.
Though he did see two faces, one more distinctly familiar than the other, because one he'd last seen as… a puppet.
"L…Llyr?" He blinked and then frowned slightly, clutching carefully at his injured wing as his most worrisome injury.
"….Teddy?!"
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kuropeco rolled 2 12-sided dice:
1, 11
Total: 12 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 2:23 pm
HP: 24 / 30
Inventory: x2 metal pipes, x1 NOPE key
One moment he'd been holding onto Amphi's hand, peering around rather warily; the next the wall had lit up, something was playing -
- there was a click -
- and then it was like an explosion had happened, the decrepit ceiling above their heads collapsing in a burst of splintered wood, dust covered debris - and, just before he was thrown to the floor, Llyr noticed, - people.
But then he was buried beneath the rubble, and it took him a bit to get out, Llyr stumbling back upwards with a gasp and a piteous whine, one hand clutching at a cut on his arm. He looked around for the ghoul - Amphi - and didn't see her anywhere, his face paler than normal.
He did, however, hear a familiar voice.
"Pachua!" Llyr cried, and staggered towards the boil, tripping over the debris in his haste to get to someone actually familiar, someone he knew. His hand reached out and he latched onto Pachua's, heaving a breath.
"Pachua, where are we?" he asked, glancing around at the rest of the motley crew. "Who are these people, why are we all here?"
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a-disgruntled-dragon rolled 2 12-sided dice:
12, 5
Total: 17 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 2:33 pm
[ Spiridon HP: 16 / 30 ]
He trembled and shook his head to the kind one who asked him if he was alright. He wasn't. He wanted his shiny, he wanted his shiny he wanted---
Suddenly he was being ushered into a different room. He trembled, clawing more at his chest. Spiridon just wanted his shiny, he just wanted to go home already. No, that wasn't possible was it. He wasn't getting out of here.
The moon eyed ghost slowly stood up, still clutching his chest and faced the video.
And then got thrown into the wall as the explosion hit. He might have gotten under the bed, but the bed flew with him. Something cracked and he went limp for a few moments.
"W-what.... is... g-going on-on...?" he muttered, clearly dazed and confused.
everyone in here because there are so many of you
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 4:04 pm
HP: 20 Inventory: Coffee pot and used syringe. "I…I don't know." He shook his head confused. "I didn't realize there were so many others of us here. That…that little fracks." He shook his head anxiously. "I… I think we might have learned more if I hadn't been so slow." He admitted running careful hands over his wing again, it didn't seem to be broken but it hurt a great deal. It might be a hairline crack, he just couldn't be sure. "We found … a pantry on the floor we were on, and there was a room with this strange video game, and anagrams, a kitchen. What did everyone else find? Maybe if we compare notes?"
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 4:48 pm
Ulka paused at the squeaky voice which spoke to him, frowning to himself. There were only supposed to be four...? That was a frightening prospect. He hadn't counted how many boils and ghouls fell through with him, but it was most definitely not just four. He raised a claw to start counting, figure out how many others there were, when his attention was caught by someone calling his name.
Well. Not his name-name. But that nickname was specific to a very select group of friends. Turning around, Ulka scoured the group for whoever had called him.
"...Ouroboros-Tea?!?" He squeaked in excitement, paws going up to his mouth. Behind the stitched on claws, his smile turned to an elated grin.
"Oh my goodness! It is you! Hello, friend!" Not hesitating another moment, Ulka hurried over to his once-healer and threw himself into a hug.
"I am sorry this is how we have to meet, but I am so very glad to see you again!"
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 5:07 pm
“Agghhh! Ow-ow-ow! No hugs!” His good wing flapped frantically. “No hugs!! Hugs hurt right now! It’s good to see you too but ow!! It’s pachua! It’s Pachua! Ohmygodyouarequitepointy.”
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 5:15 pm
Aurel slowly pushed himself into a sitting position. One of his branch wings were snapped - half of the branches hanging sadly off of his shoulder and spilling whatever flower blossoms had started to form there. One of his horns was slightly cracked from the debris, as well. He hurt in his everywhere - but he was, otherwise, intact.
And there were suddenly 12 other people in the room, though one was kind of hanging back. At least some of them seemed to know each other.
"Jacking little..." He grumbled under his breath, raising an arm and running a hand over his horn. Nothing severe - but his shoulder where the wing was snapped in half didn't feel all that pleasant.
"Up on our floor is a game console," he told the group as he got into a crouching position, wobbling a little from the pulsing pain shooting through him. "We have to find a piece for it. We think it is the key to freedom." Unfortunately, his accent thickened with his pain and it was a little on the hard side to understand. Whoops.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 5:43 pm
For a time, he stood silently to the side, his arms crossed over his chest and his gaze set on the floor. He was listening, however, to the various conversations around him. None of the voices were familiar, and in a way, that was a relief. It meant that nobody he really cared about was here, wherever here even was. What he understood from the conversations, however, is that not everyone had been together from the start. There were some that were just seeing others, friends, for the first time. There was one that suggested exchanging information, and another that was elaborating on something to do with a missing piece, about freedom. That sounded pretty good to the little wolpertinger right now. He didn't know what was going on or how he got here, but he was thoroughly unimpressed and wanted to get out and go back to Amity. Now. "Voke up alone." He finally spoke, shifting on his feet slightly but not making any attempts to move towards the others. He still had no idea if he could trust any of them. "Vell, vith little creature pawing at face, but alone. Cut up, barely able to move." He gestured towards his blood stained clothes, rolled up a sleeve to show the bandages beneath. "Vas given vun minute to drink from thermos, or to die." He shrugged his shoulders. "Creature left and minute later, everything vent not gut. Vas over there." He pointed back to the room he had been in, which was apparently at one point partitioned off from this one, but the explosion seemed to have taken care of that. "Vas not being given time to look around." He took a chance to peek at the last who had spoke, the voice masculine enough for him to believe it was a boil and not a ghoul. For a moment, he had a chance to take in the others appearance, gaze lingering a little bit on his horns, before dropping again. "Maybe introductions are needed, nah? Am Mathias, second year student at Amityville Academy. Volpertinger." It might be interesting to see if they might all have something in common.
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Kaiyumi rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 9:14 pm
This place was just getting better and better--when they weren't waking up in strange rooms and groping out blindly for a way to escape, they were crushed beneath a rain of debris as the ceiling caved in. It had been, to say the least, pretty unpleasant, little chunks of the ceiling pelting him in the back as he crouched down and tried to protect his head.
It was a good thing he didn't need to breathe--he didn't think he'd be able to take all the dust from that.
By the time he opened his eyes, the boil was vaguely aware of the fact that there were...voices. Many voices, in fact--far more than the three others whom he had originally been trapped with. Slowly rising to his feet, the marionette turned to survey the new crowd, his lips pulling into a deep frown as he realized that their numbers had nearly tripled.
Lutz wasn't sure whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand, at least the four of them weren't in this alone. On the other hand, for a dozen students to have presumably been snatched in the same manner that he had been...
...It was kind of an uncomfortable thought.
HP: 20/30
Inventory: Maps
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Melodine Cantus rolled 2 12-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 9:14 pm
Marzena was still seething in fury; luckily for the two other boils, she hadn't quite heard their conversation. It was only the announcement that caught her attention, and she strode determinedly to that room as fast as she could, hoping that she could catch the fracs by the tail and shake it. Hard.
Unfortunately they had been locked in. She pressed her lips together as they were forced to watch some abysmal movie, but it wasn't till the numbers started flickering that it clicked.
She ducked, hands over her head, and the floor collapsed beneath her feet.
It was lucky for her that she only sustained light bruises, but it didn't mean she wasn't still furious. Maybe she was generally unharmed, but she had no idea who was in possession of her seal skin, and what they were doing it.
And then she spotted one familiar figure. "Llyrendil." She said, under her breath, watching the boil hug another. And from the accounts she heard, they obviously had all been captured from Amityville.
The school needed better security.
HP: 23/40
Inventory: Stick, Map, 101 key
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 9:56 pm
Gene nodded to the littler boil, his words making the most sense to her. Introductions, then they'd go ahead and collaborate. "Genevieve. Set to graduate in a few days. Doppelganger." She announced, tipping her head to everyone.
"I think I know where we can find the arcade machine part, but we'll need a key to get into that room. Has anyone found keys? If so, we need to compile them and check every room that hasn't already been unlocked."
And maybe, just maybe, they'd find Parker and trip him up at his own game. Then she could get some answers out of the boil.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 11:00 pm
HP: 26
Inventory: x2 metal pipe, x1 NOPE key
Llyr wrapped his fingers around Pachua's arm and glanced over at his wing, his expression going from wary to concerned almost immediately. "My friend, you are hurt!" he said, sounding terribly distressed about it. "Are you all right? Do you need - wait, I'm sure someone has bandages here..."
He looked around hopefully, still refusing to let go of the poor boil as though to do so would mean being left alone again. His fingers were trembling ever so slightly where they held onto Pachua, and it wasn't until an unfamiliar boil launched himself towards him that Llyr stumbled backwards and lost his grip, his expression quite startled.
"Pachua - " he started to say again, and his eyes moved from the two boils to the figure standing some distance behind them.
"Marzena," Llyr called, his fingers clasping together as he tried to figure out what was going on. "Marzena, are you - are you well?"
A silly question, perhaps, but it wasn't like there was much more to ask that could actually be answered. The look of worry on Llyr's face was genuine, however, and he pulled at his hair nervously, trying to wind it into a messy braid to drape over his shoulder.
"I'm Llyrendil," he said, in answer to the young boil. "I'm a new student at Amityville as well."
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 11:16 pm
For a moment, Marzena hesitated.
It wasn't that she was particularly concerned about the well being of the clearly more injured boil near Llyrendil. The injuries she had suffered the most were buried beneath the surface of her skin, and in her opinion, it hurt much more than physical wounds that would heal with time. The anger, the loss, the pain swirling within her was worse than the bruises on her skin, worse than her bloodied knuckles. In fact, the pain that drew blood from her brought relief, distraction from the dagger twisting in her heart.
Marzena had never been one to proclaim loudly about her own suffering. It wasn't as though anyone here knew what she actually was, and what the significance of losing her skin meant. Only Llyrendil knew that she was a selkie, and so, she stepped closer, fists still balled up in frustration. "No." She said quietly. "They took my skin." The other boil with the wings was in close enough proximity to hear as well, though it was not something he would understand.
With that, she regarded the nix, blue eyes clouding over in bitterness and distress.
And then she turned, expression impassive once again, as she introduced herself. "Marzena. Year two at Amityville. All I have is a key to Room 101."
HP: 23/40
Inventory: Stick, Map, 101 key
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 9:13 am
HP:20/30 “Pachua, Year one, recently returned.” He shook his head confused and concerned. “I have a, a coffee pot, a used syringe, and there is a dead Ghoul back on the floor we started on. I … may have tied her up with Garbage bags because I wasn’t sure if maybe it was just part of this …game.” “Aurel…. you, wings.” He said anxiously looking at the broken branch-wings. “.. that thermos the fracks had, I don’t suppose there is any more you could give Aurel, or whomever is worst off of us?” “They took my leopard pelt, and the Feathers from my mother, it… all my trinkets are gone but. Remi’s beads too.” He mused. “Did everyone… did we all loose something important to us?” “…We all sound like we’re different years, maybe where we were taken from? But… the last place I remember was swimming.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 9:46 am
Did he just say pelt?
Obviously, he was no selkie, not with those large colorful wings. But maybe she had assumed too harshly that no one understood what she was going through and as she turned to stare back at Pachua, her once hard features had softened ever so slightly.
It calmed her slightly, but it still probably wouldn't stop her from tearing this place apart further if she had to.
"I had just finished a swim." She said, folding her arms across her chest. It was a strange comfort to know that there were some with aquatic inclinations stuck in this place as well. Of course, she didn't think it was reasonable motive, not when some of the others didn't seem to fit the bill.
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