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 Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 10:29 am
"Do i LOOK like a lab rat?" Remi rolled his eyes up at the Jordan!Woman. "Actually, never mind dont answer that." If the Doctor was whom dressed them, Remi had a hunch this man was in to women. "Plus i don't do beastiality." That actually made him mentally twitch at the idea. Him and a human? -Ew- Some moment later, trying to NOT think about icky things, Remi noticed a change in the netting, something... something was wrong. His eyes felt heavy and would not focus. The feeling started around his feet and worked its way up his body. He felt warm, and a little unpleasent. He could feel his body relaxing against its will, easing in to the bonds."..H-hoy. Stopthat." He slurred up at the Tengu, totally thinking this was his fault.  HP: 40/40 Dmg: n/a Target: n/a currently: Captured
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 10:41 am
Freya had been down before the net had even hit her, and the brief bout of consciousness that she'd enjoyed was quickly fading away. She was tired from the fall, tired from the nets, and Roch's screams weren't reaching her ears fast enough. She heard her name, and turned over to face the one saying it, her eyes already closed. "Shhhh." She whispered out, curling up into her wings. "Just a little naps." HP: 20/30 Status: Trapped and asleep
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 10:50 am
"Don't fight it," Jordan grinned, not correcting the misconception. "We'll be sure to make you comfortable."
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 12:57 pm
Tedan had somehow managed to drop his gun again after that one lucky shot, and by the time he'd picked it up .... it looked like there were no more targets. Huh. They'd captured all of them? Every single one ... wow. Maybe these guys weren't so tough after all. Tedan laughed and stomped his feet around a bit, something of an approximation of a victory dance, maybe?? "Not so scary now, are ya?" he taunted the nearest students.
(( Total HP value: 20/20
Total damage done: None
Brief description of your golem: like this but a bit more humanoid in the face
Your target: none ))
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 1:03 pm
"I'm going to be there as you die, candlejacker," Roch said coldly, looking the hunter in the eye. "And I'll make sure to enjoy every jackin' moment of it."
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 1:28 pm
"I'm supposed to be afraid of some punk rocker kid?" Tedan replied at that, still grinning. "Don't think so. And I'm not the one in the net here," he pointed out, spreading arms a little bit. These idiots didn't even know who they were, what with these fake golem-bodies and all.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 1:33 pm
"I ain't just a punk rocker kid. I'm a jackin' grim reaper, you candlewaxing b*****d." He looked as if he was going to fall over, but he reached down again, his fingers digging into the bite wound again. There was no way in hell he was going to fall asleep right now.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 1:38 pm
"Whoa, what? You're like Dethklok or something? Ha! If that was true, you'd be outta that net and all over my a** already. Sorry, not buying it, kid." Hey, if he had nothing to attack, this was pretty fun. Whoever heard of a grim reaper with a guitar, anyway?
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 1:39 pm
Ow . . . ow . . .
Mort felt strange, cutting himself to stay awake. But he did get a kick out of an impulse he had following the sudden surge of awaked-ness.
"N-No naps," he tried to say to Freya, though Jack knew if she could hear him.
The knife was raised again, this time purposefully cutting along the seams at his elbow - with the net over him, however, it was doubtful the Hunter would see this precisely.
In fact, the best they might see is the zombie suddenly mutilating himself. Sure, there was already a break in the skin there, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.
Giving a grimacing, lopsided grin, Mort raised his arm up as much as the net would allow, the hand flopping as he waved at the hunters. Bits of flesh hung onto Christof's knife in his other.
"Hai thar, lil' Hunters. Happy to be not having fight?" Funny how his stammer seemed to be gone. Probably the surging of pain throughout his body, the sedating sense of sleep so close at hand. "Did good job getting us. Very nice.
"High five."
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 1:46 pm
Roch went silent, thinking of how his dad or his granddad would handle this situation. It was true. If one of them was here, this jacker wouldn't have stood a chance. Sure he was a grim reaper, but he was a KID grim reaper. Every time he tried to use his FEAR it backfired on him. And something was... off about this place. He looked around, ignoring the troller, trying to see why-- "That barrier," he said in a hiss. "These nets. I'll show you just what I am once I get the jack out of here."
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 1:59 pm
"Don't girls like cute guys?" Davey absently asked Gale. It seemed to be the new thing, from what his girlfriend had repeated out of several girly mags (they they both laughed over) before she'd left. Gale wasn't ugly or crazy-looking or mean-looking. As soon as he wasn't jailbait, he'd probably have the female Hunters all over him. But this was hardly the time or place for teasing like that. Davey looked around the clearing. Everywhere he turned, nets and monsters in those nets. His gun was finally working again (he thought), but he couldn't see a target for the life of him. Was he just too short? He rose up onto tip-toes, teetering as he tried to see over monsters who were larger than his stupid golem. "Nice shot, mate," he said to Before. The pixel-girl's singing was annoying. Davey's ears were angled away and folded down. That, combined with being twice the size of Before's golem, was enough to tolerate it instead of screaming. (Before really had the worst deal with his golem.) Turning to Gale, the tallest of the group, he asked, "Is that all of them? Do you see any still free?" He stumbled when Cass elbowed him. Turning to the chupacabra, he returned her grin, tiny and fierce. "Dunno about clean up, but we certainly deserve a trophy for this." It was quite possibly the most successful any of their missions had ever been. (Inwardly, Davey was half waiting for the other shoe to drop. Their luck was never this good.) (( Total HP value: 20/20 Total damage done: N/A - one round still left to fire Brief description of your golem: Four foot kitsune boy with three long tails. Fur and hair are rust-red (tails are white-tipped). Your target: N/A ))
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 1:59 pm
Chuppi wasn't moving, her body completely still. Her eyes were open, though sightless, and if it weren't for a few strands of hair that had fallen over her open mouth it would have appeared as though she was not breathing either. Her only signs of life came from the strands moving in and out as her breath came in long and raggid gasps. Every now and then one of her fingers would twitch as though she were trying to do something, but the way her quills were wilted against her frame gave a good indication.
The chupacabra was tired, downright exhausted, and the thought of trying just didn't seem worth it any more. Her yelling had garnered no rest for her friends, no responses from her captors. Only laughter, so much laughter, and the monster had decided that this. . . all of this, just....wasn't worth it any more. Her attempt at being social had lead her to this, her attempts at helping others left her trapped beneath a net at the mercy of perversions.
" . . . . . " From within the still frame a soft voice started speaking, their words something very clear and astute, even the nearest hunter would understand the tone. The chupacabra was praying, though to whom it wasn't exactly clear as her words were muffled and cut off in places. ". . . de...liver me. . . .from...evil . . . ."
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 2:24 pm
The look Gale gave Davey was somewhere between horrified and confused.
"I...would have no idea," he replied, the pale face of his demon golem flushing lightly red. "I've never - I mean, I haven't ever - can we get a new subject now."
At sixteen years old, it was probably pathetic that he hadn't ever had a girlfriend - or had even found one that he was interested in. But he'd already been disowned by his own family, left to fend for himself, lying about his age (it had taken quite a bit of convincing on several people's accounts for that) in order to get a job. He had not had the time to even think about girls.
Maybe he could ask Davey for advice later.
Dark gaze moving across the forest, Gale's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized each crevice of the shadows.
"I think that's all of them. But I wouldn't let our guards down just yet."
[ HP: 20/20
Target: N/A.
Damage: N/A.
Status: N/A.
Appearance: 5'7" male raum demon with waist-length, curly black hair and slightly twisted horns.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 2:31 pm
"Uh huh... sure you will. Look, see how scared I am?" Tedan replied, rolling his eyes a bit. He walked up to the net then and actually kicked it, once, twice. "Like I said, if you were really all that, you'd be outta there already and on top of me. But you're not, so just suck it kid." Ha, he was so winning this little smack-talk duel of theirs.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 2:53 pm
Roch grabbed at his ankle through the net to knock the little jacker on his a**. It was the least he could do. Possibly slam his elbow down on the shin-- If he had the strength.
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