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 Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:32 pm
Staring up at the Rat king, Jericho noticed something in its body language. Something about it reminded him of a dragon. It was going to use a breath attack! Flaring out his wings, he flew away... only to see it throw up on Sammy. Ok. Maybe it wasn't a breath attack. But it was still something that was highly unpleasant. "Sammy! Are you alright?" he called out to her. As for the Rat king... well it seemed to have taken itself out. Rather than attack, he took the moment to try and see if the zombie was alright, then looked back towards Riley. he paused,  My HP: 40 Damage Dealt: Collective Damage to Boss: n/a Anything attacked/attackers should note:
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Miliardo Kason rolled 4 4-sided dice:
1, 1, 4, 4
Total: 10 (4-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:33 pm
Sammy only grinned as her and Hel spoke. "Fine fine, you can keep the spear, I like swords better anyway." She twirled the sword for a moment before starting to march towards the rat king again...
It suddenly got violently ill in her general direction, it was hardly pleasing. The JOY of the mint singed her flesh and caused her to shiver in disgust. She turned to Jericho grim and pokerfaced. "******** JOY." She grunted before looking to the rat again.
"You. Are going. To regret this." She clicked her song up a notch in volume before stomping towards the Rat King again, sword raised high her FEAR running from fist to blade tip, not very efficient, but it was good for show.
Sadly the battle cry didn't work as well as it had earlier at the decreased level of FEAR, her sword bounced near harmlessly off the rats thick hide.
My HP: 18
Damage Dealt: Nope
Collective Damage to Boss: 134
Anything attacked/attackers should note: Smells like Mint. Feels like Rage.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:35 pm
And almost as fast as Mei had gotten up the rat seemed to be completely flustered after vomiting.. on Sammy. Bul stepped back in disgust and turned to look at his ghoulfriend.
"It tasted yummy... but uh.. now I'm kinda feeling a little... un.. ehrr..." Bul reached for his gut and now backed further from the laying rat. "What a let down.." he sighed. He would have kicked the thing but that meant getting close to its minty bile. NOPE.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:37 pm
Christmas . . . Joy . . . Mort's head hurt too much to attack, but he could direct some energy to thinking.
FEAR. JOY. Insanity. A triad of energies . . .
"Mrrrr," the zombie grunted as the magnificent collision of pumpkin and wings occurred, shielding his face lest it cover him.
He felt a little bad at attacking a defenseless-ish target, and it seemed the others had it covered anyway . . . "How could they get in?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:37 pm
Alexander had pulled his face back from the leg, ready to move in for another bite when he the giant rat sortof..shuddered. And then puked. Oh wasn't that just swell? And now it was going to...OH JACK!
Xander let go of the creatures leg and backed away as it fell to the floor, nudging at it with his skeletal toe while wiping at his face with the tattered sleeve of his shirt.
That had certainly been interesting.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:38 pm
"I make a fist, and...?" Malodore curled its free claws into a vague semblance of a fist, then slowly held it out towards Calder's. Tentatively, as if afraid something odd might happen. bump"... Is... is that all that is meant to occur?" Riley distracted it then, with the mention of the JOY. "As I recall, the JOY was tainted by our own FEAR shortly after our return to Halloween. At least, that is what happened with the samples I was able to bring back. And now one of those creatures is here... a huge one, at that! Oh, no, mia cara, I think I shall stay here and watch it. Just to see what happens." Its eyes were bright behind the lenses. It gave Jericho a cheery nod. "Ah, did you see my prowess in battle?" It puffed up its chest a little, preening. Though, despite their apparent victory, it, too, was a bit worried about Sammy... "Are you well, my friend?" it called out to its fellow undead.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:41 pm
The sound of Jericho's voice made Riley flicker her gaze over to Sammy - or, the pile of JOYful vomit that Sammy was currently covered with. The mindflayers entire face pinched in disgust, and she shook her head sadly. Still, the ghoul sounded fine, just.. angry. An angry Sammy was a healthy Sammy, she presumed.
Jericho's compliment was met with a softer expression. I've been lying on a cot for days. Maybe I just have a lot of pent up energy to expel. But the truth was, even she was a little worried about how easily she'd managed to send that chair flying. She was sure her body wouldn't be able to handle a fight so soon..
Everyone seemed to be asking after Sammy's wellbeing, so she refrained from being another repetition. She just leaned her head on Mal's shoulder, and listened carefully for an answer. Or perhaps she was just waiting to observe any ill effects..
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:42 pm
Christof panted, staggering backward away from the slumped monstrosity before glancing to his friends all milling about in the aftermath. He spotted Calder, Mistress and Malodore not too far on the other side of the creature, limping his way over and past the Kelpie but paused to watch the feeble fist bump with the plague doctor. Was Master Barth alright? He had to be around here if Calder was there, but he was distracted by Malodore's words. He wanted samples? He'd happily go help him collect, but all he had on him was his dull pocket knife and he really aught to check on Amrita.... Confused about which way to turn, the hunchback wobbled, making an anxious noise as he glanced between them all.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:43 pm
Alwine ducked the mess she had made and whispered a, "Sorry!" to anyone who was in the range. "How embarrassing, unable to control my own ectoplasm..." the tips of Alwine's bandages started to get the red tint of a blush. She looked over at Mort and held up one of her bandages. "Do you need to wipe off? I'm so, so sorry... as for JOY, I wish I could tell you. I really do. We were able to go to Christmas Town last year, so it's entirely possible that they could come here. And... him..." Was Alwine swooning? Was she honestly swooning with her ghoulfriend nearby chucking half-destroyed nutcrackers? Yes, yes indeed she was.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:44 pm
Calder beamed as the undead slowly bumped his fist, and beamed up at Malodore. "Yes!" He turned to Barth, standing up straight again as the Plague Doctor walked off. "It happened." Calder looked at his fist and back up to Barth. Malodore gave him his first fist bump EVER!
He held his fist to his chest and then shivered again, stepping closer to Barth. "You think this is a Hunter?" He asked, looking up ahead, worry etched on his face as fist bumping victory melted away.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:44 pm
Sammy shifted slightly moving back towards the other students, stripping her now ruined cloak tossing it aside after cleaning up some of the JOYvomit from her person.
"On the topic of JOY, be careful. Too much too focused can be almost as bad as Insanity." With the cloak gone she stripped off the top of her costume standing in only a black sports bra (that still smelled of a mint... dammit.} Her side still showed tow sharp scars from where Jingleberry ran her through.
"The gunk on me isn't that bad." She added to Mal, "It'll wash off I think. Mostly pride that's hurting right now." She glanced around for Hel waving her to join them. "C'mon Princey, I could use some help if that thing decides to come after me.. again."
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:49 pm
It was only until after the rat king fainted did the ghoul realist that it had puked up peppermint barf on Sammy. For all the puking going on that day, that was probably the strangest so far. Like a few of the others, the ghoul stood around the unconscious body of the rat king, not really wanting to attack it any further seeing how it was already well, passed out. Edel looked around her and found it strange that the rest of the FMC members were not very present. It caused her to feel a little perplexed, but the ghoul was relieved to see a familiar face amongst the crowd. "Mort!" she not so quietly whispered at the boil once she was beside him. Had he come to see the play? Whatever it was, Edel was finding herself in a very familiar situation as the one a few weeks back. Except this time they were against... JOY?
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:50 pm
Normal vomit he could handle: Christmas vomit, he could not. Mort's stomach turned as he tried to wave off the peppermint smells, shaking his head at Alwine. "I-Is kay, understand how is for bad control," he told her sheepishly, wiping his arm off on his pants. "But who 'him'?"
And then he heard Sammy's information and grimaced a bit. Even with this being his first time, Mort could tell what she meant by "too focused" leading to some bad results. "Is there w-way to get rid of?"
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And then he heard a familiar voice call his name, and he turned his head. "E-Edel!" he cried, waving her over. "Was so late to play, so sorry, h-had good reason honest . . ."
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:51 pm
"I do recall a peculiar blade flying at the thing. That was you wasn't it?" Jericho grinned back at Malodore, "Looks like using your wings is really working out for you then!"For now, the dragon remained airborne, just hovering in place as he glanced back to the Rat king's body now and then. It was out for now, but he was still wary of it. "And yeah, that's possible Riley. But good to see that you're able to handle this alright. If this showed up here... there's probably more in other areas too I'm guessing."
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:53 pm
Tybalt made a face as the rat king spewed onto some of the students attacking it near by, the 'other' rat king included. The combined smell of peppermint and vomit making even the black dog feel queasy.
"Ugh... That... That's disgusting..." He muttered, moving back, refusing to approach the fallen creature that was currently laying in its own mess. There was no way he was approaching it right now!
It was strange though. This creature felt so familiar. Not its shape or appearance, but something about it said he's seen this before... but where? It wasn't until someone yelled something about 'JOY' that it registered in the black dogs head. It was a JOY creature!
"What the hell was is a JOY creature doing all the way in Amityville?"
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