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 Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 1:54 pm
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 1:57 pm
Shehk still hadn't run into anybody. Damn! Shehk barked and stomped her feet again, more inclined to be loud when she wasn't worried about not getting shot. None the less, she turned from the direction she'd been heading in and turned to head in the next.
She'd head towards, the noise! :V :V BERK BERK!
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Blade Kuroda rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 2:05 pm
It certainly didn't take long before Jericho ended up finding an enemy on the map. Spotting Mandy, he raised up his gun and started firing shot after shot after her.
"VOOOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!" he shouted out again, determined to go with guns blazing.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 2:13 pm
Oh boy! A hunt! The tall Reaper called Mot gleefully moved forward, gun in tow. He could kind of make out figures, but who they were was beyond him. Never mind that! Hunt hunt hunt!
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 2:36 pm
It seemed someone had taken the fog-machine down a notch. This time, as the players entered the field, the haze over the soft earth was more of a light mist than the heavy fog it had been during the other games, allowing both NAP and Fitness to see well across the field, towards the targets they were itching to shoot. The shuffle of guns and armor echoed a little off the walls of the stadium as the players got ready, the smell of testosterone, excitement and perhaps a little bit of fear seeped into the air, circling in snake-like tendrils to the other side, where their enemy awaited. It was the day they had all been waiting for. Before now, it had been a game of strategy, a game of lie-in-wait and carefulness that had often taken the more eager fitness members out of the game. But no more. This was their game, and with the growing number of red-clad students lining one side of the field, it was quickly becoming apparent that the nappers didn't stand a chance. The field would be painted red this day, and the Fitness club would get their revenge for all the lost battles which, by all rights, should have been theirs.
Although there was no clear start of the game, the sound of feet crunching on the gravel was enough to alert anyone that the game had begun. And as the minutes ticked by, the sound of paintballs being fired could already be heard. This was war.
Surprisingly, one Fitness student was conspicuously absent for a good portion of the game -- surprising, for this particular individual anyway. The start of the round had come and gone, and Nukpana was nowhere to be found, although whether or not his absence was noted, it was hard to tell. In fact, it was not until much later, until the game was already almost halfway done that there was any sign of him at all, until a large, black shadow past over the fitness tent, a rumble in his gut vibrating the air around him. Under the sound of war cries and paintballs colliding with both wall and student alike, the crunching sound of earth beneath a very large, muscular animal was barely audible, earth shifting beneath sharp claws. Stopping at the edge of the field, the large black wolf paused, muscles rippling beneath fur as he looked around at the game, not yet stepping from the trench and into the match. The sound of popping bones and ripping flesh likely wouldn't have been unsettling to any of the Halloweentowners, but there was an almost aggressiveness to it that might have been, had anyone heard it, and within a few seconds the dark-skinned student had replaced the animal, although in body-only. Glowing amber eyes, still narrowed to slits, continued to hold a darkness from the beast he had been that was even uncommon for him.
Slowly, Nukpana straightened to stand, shoulders still hunched a little as he reached over to grab a weapon, not bothering with the armor as he stepped onto the field.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 2:52 pm
Crap crap crap, Damien knew that scream from anywhere. Jericho had found the enemy, or lost his dice, one or the other.
"Hold on Jericho, im'a comin! He screamed out, rushing to back up his partner in paintball crime on the field.
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[ X_Bleeding Roses_X ] rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 2:55 pm
"Hey Mei, Ty- ACK!" Mandy had just spotted her fellow Nappers when the sound of a paintball gun being fired occurred very close to her.
Whirling around she fired at Jericho, she didn't want to be the first victim but she'd gladly be first victor. Neither of these was fulfilled as both their shots whizzed past each other.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 3:15 pm
Mot could hear the sounds of fire, and some screaming. He heard a lot of things. The thing was, he needed to find his prey, so he could start to shoot him some paint balls!
And onward he went into the fray...
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 3:27 pm
Ahead of her, Siddie could see figures. Oh, good. She was going to get to shoot something. She padded forward, assessing the situation; Jericho was in front of her, then beyond him, just out of range ... N.A.P. team.
She didn't have any particular reason to shoot Jericho. Accordingly, she edged to the side, eyeing the gap between the dragon and the wall. She could probably slide past if she was careful.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 3:47 pm
Before he had even reached the maze, West heard the faint strains of some epic VOOOOIIIIing going on. It was music to his ears. The fog was thinner now, and once he was inside he could make out a vaguely familiar smallish shape up ahead and someone off to his left as well. This time, he told himself, he wasn't going to just barrel in, viciously firing at everything holding a blue gun. He was going to hide. He was going to stealth the hell out of this game.
He raised his gun and started toward the screams.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 3:56 pm
Jericho and Mandy, you may roll again! Movements are still being taken for those not in battle.
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Blade Kuroda rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 3:58 pm
Both of them had missed. Jericho was determined to change that up a bit. Hopefully he would be able to put on a nice layer of red onto the dropbear and make away clean. If not, well then maybe he could still put on that red layer.
Fire away!
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 3:58 pm
It didn't take long before Aksaja heard Jericho roar again and shots began to ring out. "PAINT THE FIELD REEDDD!!" the lightning dragon yelled as he continued to move toward the other side of the trenches.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 4:04 pm
Being up for most of the night rearranging the maze had taken it's toll on the Igor, who had promptly fallen asleep somewhere beside the Fitness tent. The sudden sounds of movement and shouting and scurrying finally roused him-
Oh, Hell's Bells! The game had begun! He scrambled frantically for his gun, lurching as quick as he could toward the map as fast as he could- only to hear a ground-rattling roar.
That Dragon was out there. His grip on his gun tightened. Mistress had said never to attack him again. Well... if they met in game...? He'd cross that bridge when he got there. This was the last opportunity he had to prove himself to her on the field, he was not about to miss it.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 4:07 pm
Even though the field had better visibility it was still just as difficult to maneuver for the hellhound. he never noticed before that the rocks were constantly shifting after every match, well how could you when there was fog on the field almost all the time limiting the line of sight to just over the tip of the paintball gun.
Either way, the dragon who could now be seen was still oh so far away.
"Dammit, wait for backup, ya moronic dragon!" he howled out from clear across the field. he should have expected the dragon to charge in like that...... so why didn't he follow suit sooner?
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