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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-20)
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iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 7:39 am
(Attacking like a sexy drunken beast)
Marcus swung Dis again, even while the blade could only yell in his ear 'YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG'. Marcus just felt like giving hugs. HUGS FOR EVERYONE. Except bitchy presents. They just got the bird.
HP: 10
Damage:--
Boss HP: 13
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Sosiqui rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 9:50 am
((Taking damage!))
Gah! Madison swore under her breath as the massive present devoured a few more Hunters. Something tried to come at her, too, but she slapped it away with her swords, suffering only light contusions instead of being eaten entirely.
We want to bite! Let us bite!!
That sounded like a good idea, actually...
HP: 14/50
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Sosiqui rolled 9 4-sided dice:
3, 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 1, 3
Total: 25 (9-36)
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 9:55 am
((Attacking!))
Kouki's blades flashed brightly as the runes began to glow; they rose free of Madison's hands and their scabbards before arrowing at the massive gift. The swords cut down in a flurry of strikes before arcing gracefully back, returning to wherever they had been prior to the attack. "Take that, you... you coal-lover," Madison crowed, pointing at the present with one blade.
Kouki hissed in satisfaction.
HP: 14/50
Damage to Present: 11
Boss HP: 2!
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Sosiqui rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 10:07 am
Then Madison snagged a cookie off the nearest table and chewed furiously, still glaring at the present. Om nom nom nom.
HP: 22/50
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 10:46 am
 " I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL ALL OF YOU CLEAN YOUR MESS UP!"
The Mother of All presents might have taken quite a beating, it might even have lost its shiny yellow ribbon, but it would still not go down without a fight. It seemed as if all hope was lost -
- Until..
- Well, pretty much nothing.
It took all conscious trainees and Hunters another twelve hours before the Mother of All Presents was finally satisfied that the room was somewhat clean. With that, she relinquished the naughty trainees who had been "grounded" by pretty much regurgitating them, gathered up the remaining few of her babies, and stormed right out of the room to God Knows Where.
It was a victory, right? THE END? Twelve hours later, trainees can finally go and get patched. They are probably sore from all that cleaning, sweeping, vacuuming, complete with a loud motherly voice yelling in the background for them to "CLEAN ALL OF IT UP" or "SWEEP IN A STRAIGHT LINE", "MOP WITH MORE POWER IN YOUR ARMS", etc etc. It was clearly the best Christmas Gala ever. - Feel free to post a reaction post to the above before the trainee exits - All players have gained + 2 rp points for the GM boss fight plus another 1 if you went above 800 words!
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 11:05 am
Clean?
This present was... it reminded him of...
Reine. >=(
However, it became loudly clear that this present was worse than Reine and her cleaning nazi powers. Two hours was agonizing. Twelve? Otto was dead. The short blond practically crawled out of the room once it was all over, every muscle in his body stinging and throbbing with pain.
Totally not the best Christmas Gala ever.
((exit))
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 1:37 pm
In the end it had been Raeg to convince Clarice to let her present return to it's mother. If she really cared for it, she should let it go, otherwise it would probably die or at least get terribly hurt from her dangerous hunter life style and personal curse. Actually what he said was more along the lines of...
BOXES GET CRUSHED.
But she knew what he meant, so it was with tears sparkling in her eyes that she finally released her gift back into the wild to join it's mother. The present took two hops away and then turned back to her, confused.
"N...no, you have to go with your mother."
It gnashed its teeth a bit.
"I c-can't keep you with me, please don't this harder than it already its."
Seeing her distress, it hopped back to her and licked at some of the dried blood on her leg.
"I...I....I'm sorry, but..." there was a sob in her voice, "...this is for your own good. Run free little present! Run free!" She gave it a tearfully vicious kick toward its mother. "Go now! Go shoo! I don't want you anymore!"
The present's confused attitude gave way to one of hurt and betrayal and it hopped back to its mother. Clarice watched them go, silently but for one soft, sad whisper, "Please forgive me."
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 1:53 pm
Julie had finally stop communing with the her inner Christmas spirit animal just in time for the festivities to have literally, come to a clean close. She poked her head from under the very clean table, where a small fire was still burning along with an assortment of incense and scented candles.
"Oh, is everything over already?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 3:39 pm
While Eva usually didn't mind cleaning...well, doing so for twelve hours was pretty exhausting. By the time everything was cleaned up and the gala was over (though the actual gala part of it technically ended twelve hours ago), Eva looked like she was asleep on her feet.
Which she kind of was. It wasn't until Otto headed out of the room did she snap back to attention, staring after the blond with a dazed expression. "Oh...is it time to go, Puppy?"
And it looked like...was Reine gone too!? "H-hey, wait up!" She took a step forward and promptly winced. Her legs were aching, and the fact that she was still in heels didn't help. Kicking them off, she bent down to pick them up before heading out of the room.
[ Exiting! ]
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 8:50 pm
Robert looked up at the present just in time to see Candace, Jerry, and the other swallowed hunters get thrown up on the floor. He winced at how gross it looked, but still made no more towards them. He remained sitting on the floor, cupping Petra in his arms, until she felt well enough to move. After the hours had passed, he finally stood, gave a quick passing look to his friends, who seemed messier but still better off than they, and carried Petra off to the infirmary. They both needed a nice, long, nap.
This was not how he pictured the night ending. Not at all.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 10:39 pm
"I lost my ice bucket," Harrison confessed sadly, shuffling up beside Clarice and eyeing the fiery table with unease. "Is the..." he lowered his voice, "helicopter coming soon?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 11:04 pm
Turning to Harrison, Clarice stared at him mournfully, still teary and sniffling, "I don't know, I...I think... I think I failed the test." She looked around for something cold for him to hold, and came up empty. All her clever helper mojo seemed to have disappeared. "There's still snow outside, though," she continued, feeling slightly lame, "...we could roll you around a bit to regen some of your frostiness?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 1:40 am
Candace wasn't sure she was happier being awake or not. Could someone knock her unconscious in here? It was kind of crowded inside the Mother of All Presents.
...Did she just yell at everyone to clean up her ******** mess?!
b***h YOU MADE THE MESS YOU CLEAN UP YOUR s**t.
It felt like years (shut up Candace it was only a few hours) until they finally saw the light of day. She kind of just sat there clinging to Jerry, unsure of what to do or say other than... "What the ******** was that?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 9:10 am
"Nnnnrrrg," Jerry murmured from Candace's arms, feeling soggy with blood and present spit, his suit in tatters, and his hangover raging.
He punctuated this statement by rolling over and being sick once again on the freshly-cleaned floor.
The important thing was, he was awake. And maybe even coherent.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 9:41 am
Madison lay on the ground, staring up at the ceiling. Pretty colors. Pretty lights. Stupid... stupid presents. Presents were meant to be opened. And not to contain Hunters. Nope.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
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