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musicaloner7 rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-12)
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 Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 9:34 am
Somehow, even in her crippled state, Ev managed to assist in pushing the grand bird away from the portal back home.
Character Name: Ev
HP: 3o/3o
Target: phoenix
Damage: ---
Effect: crippled.
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3
Appearance Ev, her height can vary due to her roots, but she's usually standing at 5'7.
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Smerdle rolled 1 100-sided dice:
77
Total: 77 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 9:47 am
He was going back to school. Back home, to where he had done something with his life. Where he had no regrets. His ex was gone. He had... did he? Yes. He had friends. West smiled, his feet mechanically carrying him forward. This was where he should...
Something tugged at his brain, but the pull was faint. In time, however, it grew stronger. It hurt. As his memories were twisted and yanked from him like a bad tooth, and the pain of losing them slowly drained his tremulous happiness, replacing it with a much stronger form of the despair he had felt only faintly as the phoenix had been hit. The RAGE boat sank, dozens of paintballs sank into his eyes and wormed their way into his neck and spine, leaving him a useless mass of FEAR, Levi morphed into Duerre and laughed as she poisoned him.
This sucked.
West finally stopped walking. He sat on the ground and cradled his his head in his hands as he began to rock.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 9:51 am
Jerry's eyes trembled across Sasha's face and to the portal and back again, mouth shifting into a weak smile, "R-right... right, right, that would just be... be... irrational, ahahahaha," He swallowed thickly, but took a few limping steps towards the portal all the same, as though the fear of being left behind was still strong. The sound hushed a bit in the back of his head, his brows furrowing as he tried to decipher it, their source or content, but simply went back to picking at his scar and turning to her sharply, "W-what?"
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jessieomer rolled 1 100-sided dice:
87
Total: 87 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 9:51 am
Cece was content to stay in this dreamlike state forever. Here with her happy family, listening to this book with a happy ending to it. Her dreams played out like a tv show on repeat, static for a second before it flipped back to the beginning on her happy memory.
Then, she saw the seam in her happy dream. The one where if she looked just close enough she could see into the kitchen, but if she turned to look at the edge all she would see was black, because the memory couldn't fill itself in, in that area. That's right. This was just in her head. She wasn't 6 year old Cece anymore. She was Mercy. She struggled out of the dream and found herself back on the floating island, the fog clearing and reforming into the bird she had tried to attack earlier. However, she wasn't quite sure what to do now.
She heard....voices. All over. Loud ones, quiet ones, girly ones, boy ones, and yet she couldn't make out a single one. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the voices.
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jessieomer rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 10:04 am
She stopped trying to hit her head long enough to realize the bird wasn't just in one place, it was headed towards a portal. No! She couldn't let the thing go into Amity. That was were her home was. She stumbled closer to the bird before hitting it with her fear, and driving it away from Amity. Afterwards though, she was looking around. Was everyone looking at her? They had to be. After all she was probably the latest person to attack the phoenix. ------------------------ (( OOC:Character Name: Mercy HP: 30/30 Target: Phoenix Damage: 4 Effect: Insanity Number of People Currently Attacking Me: /3 )) Appearance Mercy is a Sorceress Reaper who stands at 5'5''. She has bubblegum pink hair tied into pigtails and is wearing a black dress with rainbow duct tape patches.
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Reeshie Hack rolled 1 100-sided dice:
58
Total: 58 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 10:05 am
Julian turned, thought he heard his mother. She was calling to him, in contrast to the voices of his brothers. He couldn't tell what direction it was coming from, but it wasn't from where his memories of his brothers was taking him. He wanted to keep going, he wanted to go home, but that wasn't happening. The other voice was just too strong.
He pulled away from the memories, clutching his head as the soft sounds of voices continued to whisper through his mind, growing softer and softer, but they never went completely away, not from what he could tell.
------------------------ (( OOC: Character Name: Julian HP: 40/40 Target: - Damage: - Effect: Insanity - 4 IC days Y2 FEAR Ability: Battle Cry - 1/1 Use Left Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3 )) Appearance Julian is an owl-like demon standing at about 5'8". His crystal is in his pocket.
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Nothing Yet rolled 1 100-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 10:06 am
The kisses were too sweet. Time passed too slowly. The warmth of that fireplace too inviting.
Home, something sneered, a reminder, but he'd already begun to doubt. The memory tore itself into pieces, a happy day infiltrated with fog and whispers and cold reality.
Ash wasn't here. He was back home, out of reach until time was kind enough to bring them back together again. But Reine was somewhere in this mess, lost in the sea of homebound horsemen, and he couldn't sit around and daydream when she might be in danger.
He mentally scolded himself for not realizing that sooner. And why hadn't he? He was a terrible guardian, wasn't he? Arms hugged over his chest, ears pinned down in shame, he searched for her, pleaded with every fate and all of the luck to just let him seek her out again.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 10:15 am
Amarus hadn't particularly wanted to let go of Faustus either, but it seemed necessary, at the time-- especially since she wasn't entirely sure how to go about holding on. Not exactly one of her strong points. In his moment of reluctance, Amarus had expressed the same unwillingness, holding just a little tighter for a moment. That emptiness Faustus felt, having his memory snatched away, it was the same for any past Amarus had before becoming conscious at the haunted house: nothingness, that stretched on past the end of sight.
]Apart from being distinctly disappointed in herself for failing to hit the phoenix, Amarus was fine-- well, more or less. Her mind was a little shaky, and she couldn't seem to calm herself down enough to think clearly.
"...I'm fine, really," she tried to reassure them, without moving. It was just that at least if she had to see something, she could keep looking up at that sky. Besides, it's not like she could hit the phoenix from here. Amarus was not a ranged fighter at all, and unlike Faustus her wings couldn't even propel her a little off the ground; probably because she had none. The best she could manage was an inch or so of levitation, which she typically used to avoid ever touching the ground.
Which was definitely not her aim at the moment. Her bells jingled slightly as she tilted her head to regard the others. They seemed ... very worried, and Amarus' mind couldn't focus; she just wasn't able to make the thoughts stick together. She was definitely not feeling like herself. Mea was sobbing, and injured, and Fallow was taking care of her at least. "Hello again, Fallow," she began, "I would say it is nice to see you, but... wish we were home."
The second Faustus rushed over to help her stand, though, she accepted his assistance. She probably would never have moved, if he hadn't picked her up. She just seemed to have lost the desire to go anywhere at all, or at least lost the energy to do so. She just wanted to sleep. "Hey, Oli, a tiny powerhouse like you shouldn't worry over me," she told the blue-haired ghoul as Olivia rushed to her side. She shook her head, brushed herself off, and leaned against Faustus for a moment while she tried to shake whatever lethargy appeared to have taken hold.
"Does anyone else feel... not quite right?" she asked, her voice quiet.
[[ OOC
Character Name: Amarus
HP: 30/30
Target: -
Damage: -
Effect: Insanity for 4 IC days.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 10:16 am
Not enough. It was not enough.
Already the phoenix in shape and form was dissolving, tail feather tips already a fine white mist. It needed to reach those portals soon, to save itself, to go home, but those things it had fed on insisted on attacking it, attacking it when all it had shown was that it was lonely. It hated, parts of it hated and cried out, forever burning and rotting in a death that would never come, while other parts spoke louder, hungry for revenge.
Yes, strike out and take revenge on all of those who wished to stop it.
The last remains of its tail feathers collapsed onto the platform with loud thumps, not caused by the weight of its form but rather by the sheer power. Each fragment of the tail began to seperate further, the platform covered by fog.
And then the whispers began again. Louder, angry, unavoidable, it hatedhatedHATEDHATED and it transformed even the tamest student's worries and fears into hunger, a need to strike out, a need to consume.
The Insanity would like all those who prevented it from finding home to destroy themselves.PHASE 3.5 ALL PLAYERS- This is open PVP again! Make sure to read the event battle rules if you havent already. However, you only need to wait on your target if you are attacking them more than once, if you are switching targets you may do so with NO COOLDOWN (do not need to wait for original target). You can only be attacked three times, the other attacks on you do not count for damage, though you can rp it out. - You can roll to attack THREE CHARACTERS, any characters you see. EVERY TIME BEFORE CHOOSING A TARGET ROLL A 6-sided dice. Rolling 1-2 = you MUST attack any Hunter/ NPC Hunter( see p1 for list) 3-4= You MUST attack any student/ NPC horseman, 5-6 = You MUST attack yourself! Aka, your hit backfires and hits yourself REGARDLESS. -The self hit clause is wavered for NPCs but friendly fire is still very much on- you can choose a target from anyone who has posted in this thread period that fulfills your criteria, make sure to quote them so they know - The Insanity makes you angry, unexplainably so, all you feel is an intense burning hatred, the need to lash out and fuel your anger, you cannot tell friend from foe, they all are fodder- If yoi have not yet rolled for status effect from last gm post on page 28, please do that first then proceed to this attack. - Hp and charged attacks carry over, but if you hit 0 HP you are KO'ed -GM effects (npc effects) from previous rounds DO NOT CARRY OVER do not worry about gm effects from previous rounds
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 10:29 am
[REMINDER: STATUS EFFECTS/AUTO DAMAGE NOT IN PLAY THIS ROUND, PLEASE IGNORE THAT PART OF THEIR DESCRIPTION <3 DEUS EX NPCSQUOTE LIZBOT A petite black woman with short blonde hair and a no-nonsense look shoulders her baseball bat, looking the trainees up and down. Those in bad condition find themselves begin handed a small bandage before she walks off. The golden crescent of a moon sweeps across the back of her sleeveless coat A man in an impeccable three piece suit adjusted his glassed and raised to two handguns, glowing with runes. He didn't both to say anything, but instead just picked the most convenient targets and began calmly firing in a relentless barrage of attacks.
Simon can be targeted!
Simon HP: 60An odd vision appears before your hunter, a large black man in a rainbow spangled leotard wearing his jacket like a cape. He encourages you to find some mother ******** zen so that you may sync with your Hunter Place and stop looking like such a little b***h all the time. Is this real life? He slaps your back painfully before striding away!A man in a black turtleneck and pants, his face half bloody, smiles grimly at the students. A whip bearing glowing blades of gold and jade slices through the air.
Dr. H can be targeted!
HP: 132A blonde woman suddenly appears before an injured trainee, blocking an attack. She gives you a small smile before turning to help another downed ally, her coat and golden locks swirling gracefully in the breeze.
Clarice can be targeted!
HP: 60 QUOTE ZOOBEY A familiar figure to some students took advantage of the chaos, summoning a glowing blue scythe-weapon that seemed to descend on several students slow motion. The shockwave tore into the ground, pushing them further away from the two portal rooms setting up.
Caelius can be targeted!
HP: 128Someone else seemed to have fun amidst the chaos, though they were stopped several times by their own allies, chastised for several reasons including hitting the specimens too hard and that the key was to be subtle. They didn't seem to understand what subtle meant as they lowered their sword and swept forward in a blast of extremely flashy white light.
Allan can be targeted!
HP: 150 QUOTE MARUSHII For many, she was just another reaper who happened to have a flamethrower for a weapon. For Amityville students, she was a hunter. For others, she caused a sensation of deja vu. Blue eyes, brown hair, goggles: this was the face Red wore before she died in a failed attempt to strike at the hunters, nearly risking the students' lives in the process as well. There was nothing familiar about her demeanor, nor any trace of recognition or sympathy in her features. Aria lifted her flamethrower and pulled, directing it towards the students' feet. Aria can be targeted!HP: 125He looked... odd. Out of place. The man seated in a wheelchair seemed to provide a rather opportunistic gap in the hunters, however anyone who approaches him would discover that he was not as weak as he appeared. Lance can be targeted!
HP: 70/70___________________________________________________________ FOUR CLANS NPCSQUOTE ZOOBEY The crowd tenses for a second, Medea waiting for the Hunters to take the offensive before she moves, backwards supporting those charging forward. Her presence next to the students is soothing.
Medea can be targeted!
HP: ???/??? QUOTE DANSE-HEXE A tall, pale horseman stands in front of Medea, effectively blocking her from view, possibly to her annoyance. He wields a pitch-black double-ended scythe with wisps of flame covering the edges. Alke can be targeted!
HP: 60/60QUOTE NOTHING YET A dark-haired Jewelcrafter watches over the students with the slightest hint of worry. A carved sapphire cameo and fine FEAR gems set in intricately crafted jewelry stand out in stark contrast against the folds and feathers of her traditional clothing, facets catching the light with each movement she makes. Ylaria can be targeted! HP: 60/60 QUOTE DEMON_PACHABEL To the hunters who are familiar, he is he son of a man who nearly killed them months ago, to some years ago, and to others he is simply a pretty-boy in a robe. The Heir to Conquest stands tall under all attacks and using a field of gravity will ground those who stand against him - or his 'armies'. Invictus can be targeted! HP: 120/120 QUOTE ISTOLEYURVAMPS A cloud of glowing orange moths surround one horseman, his body covered except for a large, translucent gut. Reaching into his stomach he pulls out several vials tossing them into the battlefield. Bulbous can be targeted!
HP: 60/60QUOTE SMERDLE A thoroughly unremarkable clanswoman of Famine, Dharu is average in every way. Her brown eyes, brown hair, and sandy skin are decorated with just the right number of bangles and she's trailed by a perfectly respectable collection of moths. It's almost as if she's trying to blend in or something. Dharu can be targeted!
HP: 60/60QUOTE RANDOM ARTIST The elaborately dressed heir of Death is now in extreme battle mode, friendly fire included! Beware of the large AOE attacks her scythe makes across the battlefield, as the heir isn't in a very discriminating mood. Aisa can be targeted!
HP: 60/60QUOTE GREY DRAGON Cymbeline seems unnaturally excited by the battle and bloodshed as she gazes over the battlefield. She grins a maniacal grin and swings her scales overhead in long arcs, radiating a hungry, clawing energy. Try to attack, and she simply grins even wider. Cymbelline can be targeted!
HP: 60/60
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demon_pachabel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 10:30 am
"No. We will not leave her." Shehk agreed with Malodore's plight, even as the plague doctor pried itself from Riley's hold to turn an assault onto the phoenix. The phoenix that was...
was...
was it going down? She wasn't sure at first before the fog started to come back - a fog she would welcome openly. Or rather, it seemed she shouldn't have been so open to it coming to her as it shoved itself into her senses as it had earlier and she began to feel seething twist itself into her mind.
Why did it matter where the phoenix went? No, it hadn't mattered at all. She was just a Pricolici. A failed monster. They could make more. They could find more.
Werewolves could always be corrupted again as she was, right? Or was she just so fantastically of a failure that it wouldn't happen again? She was an anomaly. Worthless in the big picture, a small fascination in the fabric of existence. It didn't matter.
Even if Riley came back, she wouldn't want her. Shehk's claws dug into her arm and the bleeding began.
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Baneful rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 10:31 am
The phoenix was collapsing. And there was nothing he could do about it. Useless. Useless, always ******** useless.
He looked around, narrowing his eyes coldly. They were always pushing him, always judging him, it was their fault he was here, all of their fault he wasn't at home, why he had to deal with all this s**t, why it was constant, unending. If he killed them, he'd be alone again. Alone where no one could judge him ever again.
All around him were targets. Targets that had to be eliminated.
They were all in his ******** WAY.
He clenched his hands tighter around Tracey's handle.
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OOC: JUST RP
Character Name: Rep
HP: 40/40
Target: N/A
Damage: ??
Charge: 0/3 0/2
Attacks on me: 0/3
Attacked other people: 0/3
Status: Insane for a week
Items: A mint
Appearance Pale skinned redhead weilding an enormous axe. Very animated in his emotions. He has his scarf tightly tied around the wound on his shoulder. [x]
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Saliru rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 10:33 am
Rin was hungry, hungry and angry. Silver eyes narrowed in search of the nearest target to destroy. To end. To consume.
Her gaze fell on Rep. He was the nearest warm, moving thing to her and before Byr could even whisper a word into her thoughts she was already after him.
(( OOC: RP
Character Name - Rin
HP - 27/40
Target - Rep
Attack - ??
Charge - 0/3
Targeted by - 0/3))
Appearance & Supplies Black-haired and pale female hunter wielding a long double-edged axe - Official arts- Runic Bandages, can roll 2d20 to use for healing, one time use. - Fear charge packet, a small device that when used on your weapon, automatically gives it a Fear charge instead of having to charge the weapon. Can only be used once, counts as one of your charged attacks.
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Yayoi rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 10:34 am
She couldn't take it anymore. Mei just wanted to go home, some place safe. Away from all of this. Opening her eyes they narrowed as she gazed at everyone around her. They were all in her way. They would stop her from going home in one way or another! Stumbling to her feet, she brushed her knees off. There was nothing more to do, they all needed to just go away. The ghoul felt a heaviness in her chest as she clenched her teeth. ------------------------ OOC: Character Name: Meixiang HP: 30/30 Target: Damage: Effect: Insanity Effect - 4 days Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3 Appearance Meixiang is 5'1 with a petite build. Short, pixy cut dark brown hair, dark brown eyes and pale green skin. She wears a short purple kimono with long sleeves and a golden flower pattern. A piece of imbued paper upon her forehead.
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jessieomer rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 10:36 am
The bird was finally dieing off. She was glad, but then the voices began. Was she coming unhinged? Mercy wasn't too sure anymore. They all wanted to hurt her. She was the one who attacked the bird last. She was the one that should be attacked. But ha! The joke was on them. She would attack whoever she needed first. And attack, she would. ------------------------ (( OOC:Character Name: Mercy HP: 30/30 Target: ---- Damage: ---- Effect: Insanity - 1 week Number of People Currently Attacking Me: /3 )) Appearance Mercy is a Sorceress Reaper who stands at 5'5''. She has bubblegum pink hair tied into pigtails and is wearing a black dress with rainbow duct tape patches.
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