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 Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 7:11 am
Sherry stood, her gun ready to fire, the expression on her golem face slightly thoughtful. So many monsters in nets. Some were still fighting, yelling even. Others seemed to be almost sleeping. The trainees were winning. They had practically won. Her second mission, and it seemed a success. Better than her first mission by far. True, Sherry agreed with her weapon. Not even that thought could not douse the feeling of accomplishment as she looked over the field that moments ago had been so chaotic. No, right now, Sherry felt great. (( Total HP value: 19/20 Brief description of your golem: Female, average sized Bakeneko, complete with Cat ears and tail. Also wearing the standard red cloak. Status: Trap not used. ))
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 7:20 am
Sleepy . . . What a strange feeling. Like Xander, Mortimer was not used to the sensation of drain, of a weird weight on his eyelids. Nor the spasms of pain the prison about him was emitting.
Even when he heard Ren's roar, even as he heard Zurine's growl, even as he watched the hunters congratulate themselves and shoot with almost careless ease at the remaining free students - even with all that, Mort didn't have the energy to move a hand over his ears or eyes. He watched dully.
Someone yelled to stay awake. But how?
His eyes moved to Christof's knife. The zomboil shut his eyes.
Raised the knife weakly.
Plunged it into his arm."Graaaaaa!"Oh Jack, ow ow ow ow. Mort recoiled, the burst of fresh new pain awakening him for the moment.
"N-N-Not s-sleepiiiiing . . . !"
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Bloodlust Dante rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 7:20 am
"Oh no ghoul friend, you are not going to take my hair out!" Thank god Jack THE SWEET POWERS ABOVE. that Tess was not able to get a firm grip on the golems locks and tear the thing to bits. Thank you cup size. but the struggle between the her and him was not exactly action packed. simple slaps and heeled kicks just seemed very wrong and the tumbling that happened.
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
Nid was loving it, but after a few minutes of the catfight, he had to pull out the gun from his cloak and fire off a round, and watched the net wrap around a nearby tree. "OH COME ON!" HP: 20 Target TESS Status
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 7:31 am
Though the noise continued the pitch became less unbearable. Pepin still did not move but as the electric ity continued to build so did the violence in which her figure distorted. A voice that sounded as if it were coming through a large metal tube then began to utter a series of binary that would have translated to "please help me imp ghoul. You are my only hope." Its too bad it wasn't cohesive. :'c
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 7:32 am
The net was around Ren before he could even react to LW being freed again. He had known it was coming - no hunter would not have heard the furious roar that had echoed throughout the woods.
But he had wanted to at least try and hold LW's hand before it happened.
He struggled violently in his restraints, snapping long canines at the wires and ignoring the sharp jolts of pain that kept reverberating through his body. Weariness crept over him slowly and steadily, making his eyes flicker, his wings draped uselessly against his back.
"LET ME GO!" Ren screamed, his voice hoarse. "JACKDAMMIT LET ME GO YOU FILTHY - "
The rest of his words were drowned out by a loud growl as he swallowed back the insults and the swearing. It didn't do him any good, not now when he was already captured and completely and utterly helpless.
And he was tired. So very, very tired.
His eyes lifted, looking for his ghoulfriend. She wasn't caught yet - thank Jack - and he felt his face twist in pain.
"...love you," mumbled Ren, before he gave in to the exhaustion and tumbled to the side, collapsing onto the ground with his eyes shut.
It was a good thing he missed the net that flew out and captured LW seconds later.
(( Total HP value: 30/40
Total damage done: N/A.
Your target: N/A.
Status: Captured and knocked out (sort of) ))
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 7:43 am
Before couldn't help but heed Caelius' warning of never showing mercy to these things. B-but... but pixel-babe... something about her was telling the trainee-in-golem's clothing that bringing her back to be studied by their machines was NOT A GOOD IDEA. He wriggled out of Cassandra's grasp, turning to both her and Tori "I'm... uh... I kinda wanna keep pretending I'm friends with the pixel-babe. Please tell Boss-Dude this is just an act!" ;; And it had to be one because... because if he really did start questioning whose side he was one, they were going to kill Vanna and and and he was NOT going to let that happen!!!! ;A;
He toddled over to the netted ghost, bracing himself for the assault on his ears while tiny imp hands pretended to struggle with pulling at the nets. Actually he was genuinely trying to pull at it judging by the strain on his golem's face. Tiny ineffectual limbs were ineffectual so that was some form of relief on his part. "Noooo!! Can't... can't you pixelize outta that?" he flailed ;^;------------------------------- Tess' first reaction to seeing the gun pulled out was to duck. But apparently there was no need for evasive action as the net missed her. By like a mile. And that made her... laugh. "Ahahahahaaaaaaa!!!!!!! Point blank and you candlejacking missed? Your boobs are all you have going for you, you withered up walking weed~" she sneered. "And I bet you're lying about being friends with Leoward. You and your treacherous red-cloakers probably have him trapped somewhere with those nets of yours!"
Someone was in denial... but out of a net~
HP: 20/40
Appearance: Tess is whole and looks completely human. No wings, no fangs, no straw-like tongue.
Status: Not captured but having a b***h-off with floral demoness
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 7:43 am
To make matters worse, her brother-from-another-mother was also taken up in a net. He'd tried his best to keep the hunters at bay but- no she couldn't fall into the same thinking that Xiu had. She'd told the goal herself that it was his choice. But if the white-haired ghoul wasn't pissed off before, she sure was now. Clawing at the net and generally rolling around, her tail proved to be on no use as the netting just pressed into her skin, not giving at all. Her tail was strong, but this stuff was something sort of special it seemed; not your average tie-the-crops variety of roping. It was the same as last time alright. She snarled like an animal that would bite if you got to close, keeping a foggy eye on the netted pup boil. Demi- don't... Her eyes fluttered open and shut. What was once her thrashing limbs felt like just a pile of pins and needles converting to lead. The tatzel felt like she'd been kicked and beaten while down and yet nothing at all had been hitting her. ...don't. Don't let them take you. It was an unfinished and fruitless message. She didn't want them taking any of them, really... the baku, reaper... the hound was her last straw and she'd just maxed herself out flailing at his capture with a body that was burning with hurt. How dare they trap him.But she was already a mass in a net; eyes no longer opening, body numbed out from the searing pain and her FEAR exhausted. Levi was down for the count. (( Current Status: Trapped and no longer conscious ))
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Shia bean rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 7:49 am
It was becoming increasingly obvious that the lack of preparedness, the chaos that surrounded them, and Blythe’s malignant coaxing were all starting to get to the woman. Her body shuddered beneath the massive hump and swaying strands of raven hair, nearly leaping her full height when a hand pressed against her hunkered shoulder. The gun shifted in her grip as she leaned away from the Igor beneath the nets; eyes never leaving his curled up form but a slow nod acknowledging Bix’s remark.
Yes…they were still on a mission. She still had to play some part in all of this.
Dry skin wrinkled on her forehead, a hand loosening from the gun to tug the red cloak she wore further over her head, before Minerva turned away completely; sucking in a breath to calm her jitters. She may have made the sorry mistake of frowning toward the Igor in his net, but it faded quickly as the woman tried to recollect herself. There could be no humility within these creatures…not even the ones who looked human. She had to remember that.
Giving Bix a thankful smile, the trainee eyeballed the stretch of clearing that they had nearly conquered with a lack of pride that should have been there. Why was it taking Caelius so long to return to them? She wanted to do as their superior had said, she wanted to trap successfully--but she didn’t want to be surrounded by monsters anymore...
Especially not when the dying commotion was riled up once again, only this time not by the hunters alone.
Blythe encouraged as best she could, a sense of warmth enveloping the trainee…an attempt to calm raging nerves perhaps?
Where?! The woman questioned silently, squinting her eyes as if that would help to differentiate the baddies from the goodies.
Then...something caught her eye. The flicker of black hair and the swing of pale white skin prompted Minerva to point her gun and to fire it.
Aiming for Tess.
And missing...completely.
She dropped her hands to each side and growled. What. The. ********. Was. Wrong with this gun?!
Blythe remained quiet.
(( Total HP value: 20/20
Total damage done: None
Brief description of your golem: A 3ft tall male Igor!
Your target: Tess ^(quote above!)
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 8:15 am
Tori's golem tail twitching as she still didn't like the sounds that were coming from the pixel ghoul as she listened to what Before was saying. She didn't like the idea at all but then she did think that it could be used to there advantage as well. "I can do that, as you can gather more information that we might potentially don't have. But do be careful and I will watch your back just in case," Tori replied to Before. Carefully watching her friend go back over to the pixel ghost as her (really hates) ears swiveled towards them to make sure to listen carefully too despite the sound coming from the Pepin to make sure that Before stayed safe. Tori rejusted her grip on her gun just in case she needed to use it again once it reset again.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 8:41 am
Otto huffed indigently, his gaze flicking to Robert for a second before returning to Reine. It was a pathetic sight. Truly. He could easily side step and let her deal with that man face to face now. He didn't, however. "Whatever." Otto groaned, hands sitting on his hips. "Yer bein' ridiculous." Otto:Total HP value: 17 Brief description of your golem:
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Sosiqui rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 9:24 am
Madison grinned as her fellow Hunters picked off freak after freak, adding to the pile of struggling bundles bound at their feet. This was how it was supposed to be. Even if the tide turned, they'd remember this... Behind her, something jumped at another Hunter (presumably, at least). Madison turned in time to see a net sail past the weird fangy girl with the kickin' stockings. Casually, she lined up her shot, then fired. One more down! She flashed a thumbs-up at the others. Total HP value: 17/20 Total damage done: N/A Brief description of your golem: A 6-foot tall female shadhavar (unicorn from Persian myth, most obvious feature is a single curving horn with flutelike holes in it) Your target: Tess - CAUGHT!
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 9:28 am
Herryk's muscles burned with a terrifying exhaustion that he couldn't shake. Coupled with the shocks of pain that were zinging through his muscles, it was enough to send the draugr into waves of unconsciousness. There were lucid moments where he thought he heard Mort and Roch or he thought he saw a flash of Freya's blonde hair or even Jove's fluffy tail, but Herryk wasn't sure if what he was seeing was reality or the effects of the net.
It was his worst nightmare all over again.
"Freya," the name was whispered, barely slipping past his lips before the draugr slipped once more into unconsciousness.
HP: 20/30
Status: Trapped and super sleepy ;;
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 9:28 am
Uglyzilla needed to get a beatdown, a really bad beatdown. mostly because Levi couldn't do it herself as she continued to wrestle with the net like it had catnip or feesh in it. "You wanna go tough boil? then lets dance partn-gyahhh! And just like that, he himself found out that the net's were more than they seemed.
"You jacking oaf, let me out I have to bite him to pieces!" he screamed out from the criss cross pattern of the ensnarement as he wiggled to get a limb out. "You hear me, I said let me out!" and soon after that his sense of language went from intelligible to a series of barks and growls as he gnawed on the thing keeping freedom away for dear life.
"Rrrrrevi, Rye Ran't Ret Rout. Revi?" He wasn't sure what to make of the prone tatzel in the net.
"Revi?" The pup didn't want to sleep yet but fighting with the net was making him so tired...
Maybe he could just close his eyes for a few moments...
Hp: 30/40
Status: NAPTIME and trapped.
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"What if he liked the idea of being tied up, you mad you can't satisfy him?" really this whole game of messing with Tess was starting to become a real mess. "You can shut your gutter mouth up peon!" he snapped back and gave the ghoul a light kick to her shin. with the body as it was, he wasn't going to take the chance and break it more than necessary, the ghoul still needed to be caught after all.
Lo and behold, the net swiftly went around the snappy ghouls body like some kind of tentacle monster and he chuckled in her misfortune. "Sit tight dearie" she said in a sneer as she walked away to go the concealed Madison and round of applause. "Good shot, she needed to be muzzled. Might have to tell H to get them all one huh?"
HP: 20
Status: Demoness of flora with a leaf dress and branch stockings.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 9:46 am
Oh she very much was going to take a bite out of that filthy fake-vampire! As soon as she was free anyways. She knew it wasn't just being captured that was spiking her anger. It was the weariness she had started to feel that she shouldn't have felt! LW knew there was no way she should be that tired yet. And focusing on the fake-vamp with his trusty rat-thing sidekick was giving her more willpower to fight off the weariness.
And then the most wonderful of things happened as a familiar undead boil appeared out of nowhere. "Moure!" She gave him a wicked grin as she was freed, dangerous eyes flickering towards fake-vamp. Her tail flicked in an attempt to shake off the unwanted feelings...
...and another net came out of nowhere before she could even decide what to do. A vicious growl escaped her this time that escalated into a pained sound. LW felt the sting that slowly was building into something more painful. What the hell?! She gritted her teeth to keep from making anymore more pained sounds. They would pay! All of those filthy imposters!
Ren...Tybalt...They were alright, right? They had jacking better...be.
Why do I feel so friggin' tired...? She was losing her battle of wills to stay conscious. NO! I can't...no...
Total HP value: 30/40
Total damage done: NA
Your target: NA
CURRENT STATUS: Captured - AGAIN! - and not happy, partially unconscious]
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 10:02 am
Third time was obviously a charm, even if it spread between three different individuals. Minerva wasn't exactly all giggles and excitement upon approaching Madison, but she offered a crooked thumbs up in return with a cockeyed smile. "Nicely done!"
Too bad Minnie couldn't handle a gun as well as she handled sharper objects...
HP: 20/20
Description: A 3ft male Igor!
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