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elvyralani rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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 Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:27 pm
Hand almost on flag, she sees another student. Jack it all. How many of them were there? The ghoul, not going down without a fight took up her paintball gun and aimed then fired at him.
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Manda rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:27 pm
Aksaja heard shots ring out far too close for comfort, and then he just barely saw a splash of blue paint hit Nuk in the chest as he peeked around the corner . . .
Plus, now Holly was reaching for the flag! Jack! "No you don't!" the lightning dragon growled, bringing his gun to bear on the fox ghoul. Please hit, pleast hit, please hit . . .
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:29 pm
Nuk jogged off the field just in time to watch Holly run into Aksaja, grinning deviously. She didn't think it was going to be THAT easy, did she? Lifting a hand to give a short wave to the dragon, he turned around to move completely off the field, ducking into the Fitness tent with a slight curse, mumbling mostly to himself about his failure. He jacking hated failing, failing sucked. First school, now this? Man, and he thought fitness s**t was the only s**t he was good at, too.
"Hells bells, can't a guy get a jackin break?"
Glancing over at Bul, the skinwalker quirked an eyebrow at him, half grinning as he remembered the 'loud speaker' announcement. "Hey Bul. So... what'd ya do?"
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:30 pm
And with that last shot, the fog lifts and words magically appear above the trench once more..  I really wouldn't want to be a member of Fitness right now, if I were you. CONGRATS N.A.P. ON WINNING THE GAME!
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:32 pm
Bul watched as the others returned to the tent as if there was some sort of intervention going on... but they really lost THAT fast. "Guys I'm so sorry... I was so close but I finally got shot. It was a stand off really..." he said and reached up to scratch his head now looking to Nuk. "We'll I'm sure you guys are about to find out..."
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:34 pm
This time, Aksaja did throw his gun on the ground, snarling a few choice words in a sort of rumbling, growling language. It sounded somewhat similar to when Jericho cursed in draconic before, but not quite the same. He'd gotten ONE good shot in, but then . . . THEN. Someone else got all the way across the damn field, and killed Nuk, got the flag . . . and he blew it.
"I HATE THESE GUNS!!!" he finally yelled, in the more common tongue, wings flaring outward and tail lashing. He knew that Riley would probably be pissed that he was (maybe) damaging the equipment, but hell. She'd probably be pissed anyway.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:37 pm
Jericho looked up as the match finished but he wasn't happy to see the results. Fitness had lost again. Grimacing, he let out a sigh, really not understanding how his team was failing so much. All the other club did during their meetings was relax and laze about practically!
He just couldn't comprehend it and it was frustrating him. It was probably a good thing he wasn't watching the match all that closely or he probably would have been rather unpleased with Bul right about now.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:42 pm
"Yeah, guess I will," he replied a little darkly, although it wasn't so much aimed at Bul as the entire situation. He got a little moody when he lost at something he shouldn't have lost at, "She's gonna ream us hard, you know."
Flopping down in a chair, he threw both arms over the back, kicking his feet out in a nonchalant pose, staring broodily out in front of him. Riley really was gonna kill them -- losing to NAP was bad enough, but both times he had played NAP, he'd lost. What gave? He could win against his own teammates, but kill a bunch of lazy asses was out of the question? Riley's temper was only going to make his own worse, he already knew. Condescending didn't work well on him, and he had a feeling she wasn't gonna be gentle about their loss.
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:44 pm
After a few more minutes of stomping about randomly and cursing, Aksaja finally moved to pick up the paintball gun again and headed for the tent, shoving the flap aside so he could stalk in.
Once inside, he dropped the gun on the ground again and kicked it (oh come on, it wasn't a hard kick). "I think these guns are defective," he growled, looking around at the others. "Or something."
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:45 pm
"Either that or we are," Siddie said darkly from the corner where she'd retreated to sulk.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:49 pm
Nuk's eyes snapped to where Siddie was sitting in a corner, apparently in much the same mood he was in. In truth, he was kinda glad to see her -- it was nice that they were back together, even if they had lost. He liked the team mentality... it was kind of like being in a pack again. Still, his eyes flashed as she spoke, baring his teeth in a growl, the muscles in his shoulders rippling under skin as he sat up.
"We are NOT defective!"
His eyes shifted to Aksaja, giving him a look before shrugging his shoulders in an agitated motion. He didn't say what he was really thinking though.
Neither were the guns.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:50 pm
Damien watched the matches progress, his scowl over the horrendous loss from the previous round was still on his face and was only getting deeper after the first few rounds. The fog may have been blanketing the field, but it didn't cover what transpired well enough. Damien could understand where the half beast was coming from with his actions, but as a member of the club, it was like mutiny to the hound.
He wanted nothing more than to scold the taller boil for his actions, but judging from the reaction Riley had, there would be more than enough reprimanding going on for the whole lot of them, himself included. Demi didn't understand how NAP was managing to do so well against the group, they were the embodiment of laziness afterall! was it just a clever ruse to lure them into a false sense of security?
"Jericho." the rough grit of the voice of Melas which the boil heard before spoke up to the boil who probably knew how he was feeling. "We're going to get them, right?" he asked hopefully to him, if there was anyone who wanted to get revenge for the shame, it would have to be his former partner. "Right dude"?
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:52 pm
"We aren't defective... well least not you guys.." Bul said and eyed the ground for a moment. He knew there was only one reason RILEY would be mad at him but he had to convince himself that letting Holly get by was not all his fault.
"I think we just... really weren't ready for this. They're Napsters... they prolly nap themselves to healthy bodies or some s**t I don't know.." he muttered and fiddled with his gun. Though he wouldn't be surprised that the paintball guns DID have a terrible aim and pulled to the left some..
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:53 pm
"Well, there's got to be some explanation why the laziest club at school beat us repeatedly," Siddie hissed. "I know I'm going to be spending some time shooting things before any games happen again. I hope you are." Ordinarily, she wouldn't have snapped back at Nuk, but the truly foul mood she was in was making her care a lot less about what she said and who she said it to.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:58 pm
As they settled into the tent, Riley did not make her presence known. She hadn't been visible while they chattered grimly, which was obvious from their blatant discussion of the consequences of their loss. Using this to her advantage, she carefully took stock of their reactions. It looked like most of them were already punishing themselves hard enough, as it were.
Was she disappointed? Deeply.
Was she angry? Dangerously.
Was she about to take it out on her team members, when there was one day left to redeem themselves? Doubtful.
She was behind Nukpana, hidden perfectly in a shaft of shadow. Only her eyes betrayed her, but his back was turned, so he had no idea until she put her hand lightly on her shoulder. I think you've been reamed enough today. She murmured mechanically. Her voice was stone cold, and revealed nothing of what she was feeling.
Now, everyone settle down. She moved into view, hopping up onto a hard box of supplies to sit on it rigidly. Something unexpectedly bad happened today. I don't think anyone could have foreseen this loss. However, I don't recall ever giving anyone the impression that I am a good loser. Therefore, in a few hours, we are having one final match. It will be against every member of Fitness, vs. every member of N.A.P., and it will settle the score once and for all.
Her cold, white eyes tilted slightly in a maniacal glare. They may have beat us in tactical fights, but there is one thing they won't beat us in. Numbers. Size. Power. The last word was practically hissed out. This is your last chance. You will take all of the rage, and all of the adrenaline pumping through your body, and you will use it to our advantage and restore our honor. If not..
Her fists clenched on the box, and her nails punctured the top, until the wood splintered in her hands and broke free.
.. Well, I trust we will succeed this time. Now. Go rest. Don't let stress bear you down. We will regroup in a few hours for the match. I want everyone out of this tent, right now.
Her hand lifted, and a single claw pointed directly at Unstabul's face.
Except you.
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