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Inu-Mitsu rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 8
Total: 10 (2-20)
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 Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 2:52 pm
Who would have guessed that at the very end was when Vel would show her true strength. Quin went down like a boss, one of Vel's feet digging into the top of her thigh while the other dug deep into her abdomen.
Grunting with effort Quin grabbed hold of Vel's arms to keep her from escaping. "Time fer dis ta come ta an end, Las." The vampire cooed her legs coming up to push Vel forward just a bit before they wrapped around the raptor's waist and pulled her backward toward the ground trying to slam her hard.
HP: 7
Damage: 4
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 3:08 pm
And just like that, Vel was suplexed into defeat. After slamming the ground, the raptor groaned, feeling dazed from the impact. It wasn't enough to knock her out, but she was definitely feeling that blow.
"Whew... that move..." she said, sounding a little out of it as she tried to talk. The raptor was going to need a moment or so to recover before likely needing to shuffle her way to the fear healing class.
HP: -3
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 3:11 pm
Pulling herself free Quin stood to her feet feeling a little worn herself but refusing to show it. Flipping her hair over her shoulder she stood, her grin wide and bright. "Ye gave a good fight, Vel. Though I expect no less from ye."
Reaching down she offered the ghoul a hand up. "We'll spar again later, eh?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 3:14 pm
Vel's vision cleared up a bit just in time to see Quin offering a hand. Taking it, she pulled herself up, though she was standing a little unsteadily right now. "Oh you can count on that one. I better get myself patched up now though," she said before walking over towards Malcom. "And don't think that I've forgotten about you, sir. We still have unfinished business," she urged before pushing him lightly on the chest as she walked by to leave.
((Exit))
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 3:21 pm
" Ooo, a lover's quarrel," Quin grinned seeing Vel push passed Malcolm. " Yer such a playa aren' ye, Malkem?" The vampire moved over to give the boil's staff a good flick with her fingers. " I hope ya can use yer other staff just as well as dis one or all da lasses are gonna be disappointed."
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 3:44 pm
((Entering!)) "Poking fun again?" Came a dry, rasping voice. The bone dragon, Mikael Walker, entered the gym and wandered over to where his new friend stood. New being a relative term. Three years, even an entire school period, it was a short time for the dragon, but the things he had learned! His head tilted in a pale shade of mirth, his pale face wearing only the hint of a calm smile that turned to include the vampire. "You are a wreak, Malcom."
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 3:53 pm
Quin looked up when she heard the dry voice, smiling even brighter. " Well, hullo dere, friend." Her hip jutting out to one side she placed her fist there. " Comin' ta get a few jabs in yerself?" Whether that was the physical or vocal kind had yet to be determined. Quin enjoyed both at times, it was all in good fun.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 5:07 pm
[Entering] The large blonde cowboil entered with a saunter that probably wasn't how someone sneaking into a class should walk. Tex paused, looking around the room curiously for the golem that had been starting up a fight--then got distracted at the sight of May having troubles. Casually as he could, the grim reaper changed directions, heading to her, the snake, and the phoenix ghoul. "Howdy, Miss May," he said. "Carafe," he added, grinning at the snake. "I didn't figure you two would be in here!" He rather liked Carafe, but he was confused why the snake would be wrapped around another ghoul...
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 5:17 pm
The gym. Not Ren's favorite place in the world. Though he'd grown out of the delicate, weedy physique he'd sported in year 1, he was never going to be a hulking brute, and he liked that just fine most of the time. It was just that when the occasion called for a fight, he was at a bit of a disadvantage. Yet here he was, picking a fight with one of the bigger ghouls in Amityville. Perhaps he could retrieve his blowpipe later. He hoped Jinhai was in a forgiving mood. He followed Callie to an empty spot in the gym. "Just remember not to break the furniture," he reminded her. "Juanito's a prissy old b*****d."
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 5:22 pm
[ENTERING]
Rowly had made a pit stop to his dorm room before entering the class room. There was no way he was going to ruin a tux while doing physical ed. Instead he'd put on something more casual which made him look more his age then the tux did. The were penguins hair was still styled with it slicked back nice and black with a shine. He looked slick and important even in his normal clothing.
Rowly wordless entered the class room only to find this one was no better then the one he'd recently come from. The were penguin stood in the door frame for a moment letting his tall lean body lean on to the side before deciding it was probably best to stay. From his experience at this school there really was no quiet - actual quiet- class room.
That didn't mean he couldn't scowl.
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 9
Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 5:25 pm
"I won't break anything, how about that?" Much as she liked the thrill of fighting, Callie wasn't sadistic or, more importantly, out to get herself in trouble right before graduation. "Bruises and cuts, though, I can't promise protection against~ HERE WE GO!" she cried, her right arm shrinking as its contents condensed into a head-sized left hook aimed at him.HP: 50 Damage: 11
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prolixity rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 7
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 5:30 pm
"Sweet jackin Pumpkin King on a unicycle, Callie, you hit hard." Ren picked himself up and shook his head to clear the ringing in his ears. "You're gonna make a good Boogey." The compliment was edged with mockery; Ren had less love for the Boogeymen than most. His advantage was speed. He darted in under the reach of her long, heavy arms and carved a long slice into her belly with long, sharp claws. HP: 39 Damage: 8
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 5:48 pm
When addressed, poked, prodded, and ANNOYED... the ghoul looked around finally to look at May. The look that was given in return was not the friendliest, it was a glare of eyes. The look was SOON turned though... in to a look of total horror. Someone call the fashion police, What. The. ********. Was. She. Wearing!?!??!! And why had Byrn not found her sooner? Oh she was in serious need of a make-over... "Please tell me this is just you rolling out of bed." She could forgive bed-wear....maybe. For now. Probably not. Though through this thought process, she was oblivious to the fact she was holding the familiar hostage. No... this adorable creature was still hers for now, even though all the wailing. Pyre was now holding it JUST out of reach... She heard another boil approach.. but in typical Pyre fashion, the phoenix girl did not address him. He did not address her, so why should she?
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 5:49 pm
Mockery or not, it was a compliment at its core as far as Callie was concerned. She grinned widely at him as the shredded contents of her stomach tried to piece themselves together. "Of COURSE I will~" she replied with confidence, backstopping and making another swipe with her enlarged hand. "You don't sit on dreams for all the years of your life and NOT do something with them. What about you, Ren of the Swift Foot? Got a plan?"HP: 42 Damage: 7
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 5:58 pm
"He'd probably whine about his precious decor and make us carry his ego and chair to our own graduation ceremony, I'll bet," Red grumbled, moving forward to catch Cricket with practiced ease and dip her down, smoothly popping her back up onto her feet in one uninterrupted motion. Or at least Red attempted it. Cricket was flung back onto her feet with a little more force than necessary as the werewolf shook her hands, gritting her teeth as they began to turn red. There was a good reason why Cricket covered herself up, and Red just remembered the reason why. At the mention of limbs, Red visibly shuddered. "Cric, so long as you promise to dissipate me when one of my limbs starts moving on its own we're cool." The werewolf glanced non-too subtly towards some of the other students. "I'd rather dissipate than have something like... that ever happen to me. I wouldn't be myself, y'know? I might look sorta like it, but... ugh!" More and more students began to spar. Red looked down at her hands, frowning. Jack why didn't she wear her gloves today?! At least she wasn't a reaper and needed her hands to summon a weapon. But on the same note, punching was going to be quite difficult. And speaking of punching... The werewolf glared as Byrn approached. "Oh shove off, Byrn. If you decide to turn him into a bucket I'll upend the one I'm carrying over your head. Who'll have the last laugh then, I wonder?" Red smirked, her expression turning into a scowl. "Now, why don't you return that snake? I wouldn't want it to get hurt..." She crackled her knuckles, glancing sidelong at Cricket and Arel. Great; they were doing that... that scarf thing again. She turned her attention back to the phoenix. She could do this. She could do this. She could -- wait. Were her clothes flammable? Jack.
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