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 Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 2:33 pm
It was hard to see, the room was almost pitch black, but Marcus could tell the bed had been overturned and the table smashed. Shreds of paper littered the floor, and those putrid stains coated the walls and floor. He did find a rubber band, which he used to pull his long hair back out of his eyes. Nothing else interesting or useful he could see, and he didn't want to waste time searching, so he high-tailed it down the hallway without looking back.
From Larry's room he headed to the right, away from the basement stairwell, then hung a left. It was time to blow this hellhole, and the only way off this floor was the elevator. He just prayed there was still power, but if there wasn't he should be able to climb the shaft easily enough. Mobility was what he was all about.
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folchinator rolled 1 8-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 2:52 pm
((Vixen))
[Core # = 8]
It felt wonderful to summon such power. Picking herself up, the Siren looked up only to be driven head on by a flash of purple, devilish light. Moonlight, detatchedly, heard herself cackling as she cast the vile spell...fighting fire with fire in a way...
Ellisent granted this power to her...and now she was using it for her escape...her freedom from his devices. Yes. She would use this power to kill all in her path, even Ellisent!
She let go of the magnificent stream of electricity, howling with pleasure, and made sure she would hit her mark. Euphoria struck her body as she lashed out. This would be pleasant...
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 2:59 pm
((MG))
In front of him lie a mangled and unhuman-looking pile of corpses. Spaz swallowed hard. They looked like they'd been dead for over a hundred years...most of them wore doctor's uniforms, or even hospital garb...but a few looked like...outsiders? They wore odd clothes and a few sported rusty armor and weapons...though, from this distance, he could not tell more...
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Lovely Oddity rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 3:00 pm
[Character developement up. Rolling.]
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 3:01 pm
[Lady Luck! Pick a number, everyone!]
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Lovely Oddity generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
3!
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 3:04 pm
Yes, she wanted this freedom more than anything. She wanted power and freedom to reign terror where she please. There was no fun being a terror in this place. There was always some one to come and strike her down.
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folchinator rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 3:09 pm
((Vixen))
To Moonlight's joy, the bolt cut right through the damn thing's chest, splitting it ********. This thing was ******** smart. It pooled itself, and stood up, unscathed by the blast. Re-materializing and inching closer to Moonlight, the shaking water-daemon snapped its fingers. A gold trident instantly appeared in its hand, rimmed with aquamarine gems and an aura that matched the esper's own. She held it close to her breast, as if to defend herself. Slowly, yet forcibly calm, she stammered...
Y-your demon flame does not scare me, mortal. I have the power of an entire race of magical creatures behind me! I WILL...NOT...FAIL!!
Brandishing the massive spear, she let out a war cry, and rushed you, barbed tips pointed directly at your center. If anything, she surely was unforgiving. Tears welled up in her eyes as she fought back several of her own fears and threw all of her being at you, no matter the consequence. If she died, it would not be without a fight.
[Core # = 4]
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 3:15 pm
((EDIT: Two))
Jesus chainsmoking Christ, how long had he been gone? He'd been hoping it hadn't been more than a few months, but the advanced decay of the bodies suggested it had been much, much longer. Why were these corpses just piled here, anyway? The dead didn't stack themselves.
Ahhh, this was getting him nowhere! Nothing made sense; all he had were more questions. He needed to find someone who was alive, someone who knew just what the hell had hapened here, and from the look of things that person wouldn't be around here... unless they were a hardcore necrophile, which wouldn't really surprise him. It was Subania, after all...
As he walked past the pile, Spaz gave the corpses a closer look.
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Lovely Oddity rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 3:15 pm
[Edited. Rolled the wrong dice.]
To instantly recoil with a bolt, or to dodge the thing? This was the current choice Vixen had to make. Though she would thoroughly enjoy blasting the damned thing to an oblivion, she could not do such a thing if she were dead. She had to dodge it. For the time being. Then quickly strike. Time was the deciding factor here. If she dare to be slow, then she would only split and regenerate herself. That would not be good for Vixen. Who had the better stamina? The beast moved out of the Siren's way with all the room that she had to maneuver.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 3:26 pm
((Vixen))
[Good roll...If only it weren't for my crit success...PS...never mentioned it, but you lost 12 MP for the castings]
Moonlight easily dodged the charging lunatic, whose trident pierced the metal walls and stuck there, holding fast. However, as soon as Moonlight whipped around to strike the haughty little seamonkey, the b***h scratched at her throat with razored claws.
Clutching your throat, you stagger back...the pain is sharp and beautiful...as you release your hand, the small river of blood mats the thick fur of your neck...and the beautiful musk of it fills you with energy. Your eyes glow red...and the heaving siren feezes...she knows she's pissed you off now. Time to show her just how much you've missed slaughtering the helpless...
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Luna had never been so cutting before. What was this rage that filled her? Had it truly been so long since she'd met her match...? She was a divine goddess! She fought fair and precisely; like a true lady did she strike her enemies. This was...well, guerilla!
The truth was, it felt good to lash out. Her once perfect hair was now matted with sweat. She was becoming more in tune with the beast before her...becoming...wild. She pushed her hair to one side, licked the blood off of her fingertips, and braced herself for a match she would never forget.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 3:28 pm
[Also, I would make a separate thread for Moonlight, instead of putting her stats in Vixen's and getting them all confuzzled...it doesn't have to be as long as Vixen's...just a brief description and stats. Also, in Vixen's, you'll need to list your item...that Lucky Card from the last Lady Luck event.]
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 3:34 pm
((MG))
[Also, generate a random # between 1 and 5.]
One body in particular caught his eye. He looked like a kind of swordsman, and definitely smelled like one. Or was that the mage...? No matter who smelled like beef jerky, this man seemed to be tracing a message in blood on the tiled floor...
Forget Ellisent...get...Kefka..
His chainmail armor might suit Spaz...it looked light and consisted of many parts. There were gaunlets...which wouldn't fit around his claws...a chain vest, leg wraps, and a clunky-looking helmet...which just didn't look right...plus, it had a stomach in it...
Kefka. Spaz turned the name over in his mind. He didn't know anyone by that name. He didn't really know Ellisent all that much either, so what did it matter?
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MG Forever generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
5!
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 3:51 pm
As momma always said, "Don't look a gift corpse in the mouth". Shrugging out of his bloodstained bathrobe, Spaz donned the unfortunate fellow's armored vest and greaves. Spiffy.
The blood-scrawled message floated around inside his brain for a moment. It didn't make any sense, Spaz didn't want an Ellisent. They were way too big, they ate peanuts, and they belonged in the circus. No wait, he was thinking of termites again.
Although, now that he thought about it, he did know a "Kefka". Little effeminate-looking guy, white face, kinda psychotic, obsessed with Magicite. But then, Spaz hadn't played Final Fantasy VI in a long time so he might be mistaken.
"Run, run, or you'll be well done!" He remarked to no one in particular. Speaking of which, he could go for a nice steak right about now. He wandered over to the elevator wondering what floor the cafeteria was on. The fact that there was no longer anyone left alive to actually cook food didn't occur to him.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 3:54 pm
[Ok. I see my mistake.]
Vixen wanted nothing more than to feel the slick stickiness of blood coat her fur. She desired a blood bath. She longed to feel the reverbrations of a shrill scream echo against the walls. A swansong for the dying maiden, indeed. She wished desperately for the sickeningly sweet odor that Death presented her with. She needed this. It fed her power; it gave her strength. With every corpse the beast grew stronger.
The siren now had a trident. Weaponry for the maiden? The beast could do that too. Short sword matched with a trident did not particularly hold the same advantage, but that made no matter. Vixen still had electricity pumping through her veins raising her hair as it circuited through her body. Quickly she conjured the short sword, feeling it come to life in her hands.
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