|
|
|
|
|
The Semblance of Unity rolled 8 4-sided dice:
2, 2, 3, 4, 1, 3, 2, 4
Total: 21 (8-32)
|
|
|
 Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 9:54 am
A limb came flying at Horace and he had to quell the urge to instinctively duck. He caught it instead and it promptly slapped him across the face. Not for the time, Horace was grateful for the fact that he still wore elastic 'round the back of his glasses. Otherwise, they would've gone flying and he would be effectively blind. He wrestled with it a moment before glancing back at Melvin. "If someone chooses to die, or leave, or whatever - why are you following them? If you bring them back and... what if they don't want to be brought back at the cost of you?" The thought of Melvin dying over him or over anyone was awful to him. Melvin was passion and determination and yes, Horace could admit that maybe he might be a little blinded by his drive. But the people here were so willing to dismiss everything and he'd seen more fantastical stuff in his time here than his entire life before. Case in point: the clone's arm was currently trying it's best to either wriggle away or strangle him. He held onto it with both arms. As it was a singular arm, he couldn't exactly... tie it up, could he? HP: 13/40 DMG: CHG: x/x
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
MoonKitsune rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 8
Total: 18 (2-20)
|
Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 10:01 am
"She didn't CHOOSE that! She made a mistake! And she asked me to bring her back!" He shouted back at Horace, offended he would even suggest such a stupid idea. "No one would want that." He said, dismissing whatever crazy scenario Horace had to think up to make that idea remotely logical. It wasn't. No one wanted to be killed or hurt. It went against basic instinct.
He turned and moved, heading straight for the clone again. It was injured and now it was arm-less. Without the one limb, it actually looked kinder to him.
The clone wanted its limb back and made a lunge for Horace, but Melvin stepped between, catching the clone and grabbed it's one good arm. It pulled and struggled to get free, but Melvin only grabbed the hand out straight as he could before pressing Saliva against it again. The blast shot out bright plasma as blood splayed out in all directions, and the limb was hanging, twisting, in Melvin's grip as the clone bleed and stepped back. With a hard kick, Jan fell back and to its side, bleeding and turning but unable to get up. Its pristine coat was now stained.
Panting hard, Melvin wiped his hand against his blood-smeared glasses before he gave a giddy little laugh. "It's mine." After a few exhausted breaths, he looked up, holding the one arm up to toss to -
Horace already had a limb. Wait. Didn't they have someone elsewhere?
"Where's Prickly?"
HP: 33/ 50 Chrg: 1 / 3 Quote: Jan clone: HP: 40/40 Autodamage: +5 when attacking (even if not successful) No damage is done and HP regenerates after each attack. An attack of 10+ will remove one limb. Limbs: 1/2
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 10:06 am
Al chose this exact moment to finally manage to crawl out of the small crevasse he'd apparently stepped on, and fallen down into on accident at the very start.
He looked rough around the edges but his eyes were wide and staring at his company quite bewildered. "What the <********>?!" he called out, his voice carrying throughout the chasm in echo. uck... uck...
He slowly pulled himself back onto his feet, taking a few steps. He turned to Horace first, "Man, you deserve a little better than a maybe but much more likely to kill you -- and you--" His attention rounded right onto Melvin, "how could she possibly ask to be brought back when she. Is. Dead. She's feeling a hell of a lot less pain, loss, and general suffering than those of us still alive. Let her be, she may not have chosen death but it was her ******** time, whether you were ******** there too or not. Let her go and take the lesson and ******** appreciate the s**t you still ******** have." He pointed at Horace with his thumb, "like this jackass over here who seems to be crying out for your help before - you know - he's actually dead himself."
He took a deep breath, paused, exhaled, "now can we seriously ******** focus on not dying right here and right now?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 11:13 am
She had asked Melvin. Rep had said Rin was dead, and now Al said it, too. (Not that Al repeating something Rep had previously sad was surprising, it was simply a fact of life.) But now, with everything that had happened, Horace was more prone to probing, to asking questions. He was still perfectly willing to believe at least three impossible things before breakfast... and why wasn't everyone else? They now lived in a world of monsters and things that go bump in the night. For ******** sake, they were all bonded with monsters; there were alternate universes...
"Oh, hey Al, can you grab a limb?" he said nonchalantly. "I deserve only what I'm given and if you grab the limb, I think Melvin can subdue the clone enough that we can get home." His teeth ground against each other, but, more than anything, Horace felt tired. He'd been through an emotional wringer on this stupid mission and he just wanted to get back to the dorms and wash off all of the sand and not think for a good, long while. The arm in his arms chose that moment to try and wriggle especially hard, smacking Horace in the shoulder. He studiously avoiding addressing anything else Al had said.
"It doesn't look like much of a threat anymore."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
MoonKitsune generated a random number between
and ...
!
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 11:52 am
He moved to Al, at first concerned at the state of the other hunter and windering if he had gotten attacked by anything else. But it was his anger and blunt words that stopped the Lifer in his tracks. Jan's arm trashed wildly in his grip and Melvin twisted it between both of his hands.
That word echoed in the cave, repeating Al's words over and over.
Dead.
He gritted his teeth as he moved to Al. "What do YOU know? What makes you all ******** knowing? If you have the answers, then explain the complete science about that?" He pointed at the de-limbed clone.
"You don't even know Rin! You just hear s**t from other people? Or shared coffee with her? Some bullshit like that! So don't talk about her as if you know her and how she feels. You don't know s**t about how she feels! You didn't sit beside her in bed listening to her hopes and dreams and what she cared about! If anyone ******** did, maybe she wouldn't have felt abandoned half the time. And don't talk about her being gone when she isn't! When there are ways!"
He shoved the hand into Al's chest. "I didn't ask for your dumb a** opinion! Now hold this unless we want to spend another hour in this pit nearly dying. Or we can deliver a clone and show that we SEEM like we get along."
With the limb out of his possession, Melvin went to the clone and started to tie it up in link chains. Tied, he then moved to rope and grabbed Jan. Tossing his body about his back and using his coat to secure the clone against his back, he started up the rope.
"Wrap the arm in your coat of you need to." He grumbled.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 12:00 pm
"I said she was dead, not gone. If she could see you right now. Do you think she'd be happy to see you like this? Obsessed like this? Doesn't she deserve a heaven or to move on to bigger and better things beyond our concepts? Why force her back into... well.." He opened his arms to gesture around them. "This?..."
He quietly oofed as an arm was shoved into him, wiggling and thrashing still... his eyes wide with bewilderment again, "the ******** you guys been doing up here?!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 5:28 am
"Welcome to clone heaven, then, Al. Only way to subdue them if to chop off bits so they can't wiggle about. So Melvin chopped off bits." Horace was too exhausted, both emotionally and physically to fight with Al about Rin. Instead, he just tiredly quoted at him. "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy." Taking a cue from Melvin's words, he bundled up the arm in his coat. It was convenient, at least, that the limb seemed to suck its own blood back up like a sponge. Convenient and creepy.
Horace sighed and pointedly did not look at the clone Melvin had bound. "Anyway, let's pendant back, ok? Gotta get this back to the lab before it, I dunno, turns into sand or whatever clones do." Horace tried to wave his hand airly and almost dropped the limb.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 5:52 am
Melvin only hummed a response back, his back to them as he made his way up. Without the limbs and with the strength that being a hunter gave, getting out of the pit wasn't too bad. The clone was still now without being attacked, but he knew it wanted its limbs back.
Once they were back up top, he fished out the pendant and they all headed back to the lighthouse. There, he set the clone down, using a rope from his bag to tie a makeshift leash and tie it to his side. He gave the arms to the techs. "Thanks for helping. I need to head off to the labs. Wrote your reports. I'm sure something like this is worth something to note to your Lead."
And he had his Lead he had to address. His words were prompt and hurried, eager to get te clone on a containment unit lest any part of it began to fray. It wouldn't be any use then. Not to him. Not to anyone.
He paused only in passing to lightly touch Horace's shoulder but didn't day anything about it. Then he left them alone to head back.
The mission had, despite its difficulties, been a rare success for him,
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
