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x_Nata_x rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Interesting Conversationalist
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 Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 9:44 pm
He hadn't reacted one way or another to Demi's waiting for him and the rest of their four-man, impromptu team, offering him only a glance before heading out of their rock-prison, shifting the gun back into a battle-ready position. So far, the hound had been acting much like a yapping dog to him, more annoying than actually threatening, and certainly not anything worth rising to the obvious bait. Blaming him had been a weak move to someone who felt an unnaturally strong kinship among those whom he was pitted with as 'teammates,' but in the seconds he had taken to wait for the other, Demi had redeemed himself, at least marginally. At least enough that he wasn't about to bother retorting to the mock-bow. Nuk had no idea what the other boils beef was with him, but it was all the same in his book, and he was too eager to shoot some Nappers and too foul a mood to give a s**t one way or the other, at this point.
Slipping out of the crevice Riley (or so he assumed) had provided, he looked to his left just in time to notice a large, burly figure turn the corner, the blue armor unmistakable. What was also unmistakable was the identity of the figure -- Nukpana almost paused as he noticed it was Christof on the other team. He'd thought the patchwork was on their team... in fact, he could have been certain of it, he knew Chris was pretty attached to Riley. In fact, it wouldn't be until later that he found out that Barth also held Christof's fancy, something that would bewilder the skinwalker for days to come. But for now he just blinked, cocking his head slightly before scowling a little as Demi elbowed him, glancing at him with an unamused expression before baring his teeth a little, snorting audibly at the command. Still, he raised his weapon regardless, not bothering to offer any reply other than to do what he'd said -- it wasn't like he wasn't going to fire just because the hound had shouted.
He just hoped he didn't make a fool of himself. He never had been very good with a paintball gun.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 9:51 pm
THE FOG HAS HAD ENOUGH OF THESE SHENANIGANS Nukpana is hurled out of the trench, landing squarely on the Fitness Tent, crumpling it. With Riley inside.  Nukpana is out of the game until further notice! But wait - ANOTHER FIGHT HAS STARTED?! Shehk and Calder roll a d20!
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demon_pachabel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 9:54 pm
Shehk was starting to get really disheartened. She really was never going to find the food she could smell and her stomach was starting to tie itself into a knot, ears drooping
Her entire posture was drooped as she walked along, only to hear someone behind her.
Shehk didn't even check who she was shooting at as she swung around, firing at the kelpie.
"C-Calder!! Yeesh! You scared me!"
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MoonKitsune rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 9:54 pm
Calder had been watching a fight, and then, everyone seemed to split up and gave him a chance to move in. What he did find was...
"Oh, come on. Not again." He looked over at Shehk and gave her a weak wave.
"Hi Shehk. .....yeah." He aimed and fired again. Seemed this wasn't working out well. He kept running into Shehk all the time.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 9:58 pm
THE FOG IS GETTING TIRED YOU GUYS. You're all so heavy. It can only fling so many people out of the trench before it falls again.  Shehk is out of the game until further notice! Gridded for movement
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 10:03 pm
The fog wants to take a nap. Irony..?  Siddie and Calder roll a d20!
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 10:03 pm
"What the fu------------------!"
A doppler effect went into play as the Pricolici went flying into the distance.
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prolixity rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 10:04 pm
Was that Calder up there? Why yes. Yes it was. Siddie jogged straight up to point-blank range. And shot him.
That felt even better.
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MoonKitsune rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 10:07 pm
Was there a award for getting shot the most. Calder was going to have to see, though he doubted he'd want to trophy.
The kelpie was just looking around for Shehk who seemed to have just vanished out of thin air when someone else approached and shot at him. Not wanting to start over without a shot, he aimed and fired.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 10:07 pm
His gun had clearly been rigged.
He could feel the slight resistance of the paintball gun as his finger closed in slow-motion on the trigger, practically hearing the spring squeak as the paintball slid into place, the air compressing with a low, whooshing hiss. The skinwalker felt the moment something went wrong -- click after click of paintballs piled into the barrel end of the paintball gun, his hand rattling a little as it began to jam. Another second rolled by, half a second longer than it should have taken for the air to shoot the paintball out of the end and at least in the general direction of the patchwork. He at least gave himself that much... maybe he wouldn't have hit him, but he assumed he would have at least managed to get somewhere in the general vicinity.
But he had been having an off day.
The gun practically exploded in his hand not a second later, the pressurized air shooting out the butt of the gun to splatter the unarmored skinwalker with a plethora of red paint, shoving him backward. Nukpana had often joked that he'd much prefer a paint bazooka than a paintball gun, claiming that a bazooka was far more practical and leaving out the part that it would cover up his obvious fail aim. Now, as he tumbled backward off the field, he definitely wasn't realizing how bad of an idea that was, but he certainly would later. Skidding over the graveled ground, he grunted a bit as he felt the red material of the fitness tent snag under the momentum of his body, feeling it crumple around him as he finally came to a stop.
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 10:08 pm
There was movement through the mist off to his left. He could still hear voices up ahead- was he surrounded? Suddenly, there was a flash of white and plaid through the curling tendrils of fog.... Calder?? Oh, Hell's Bells. Who's bright idea was it to hand the Kelpie a gun??
With a groan, the Hunchback lurched after his friend, hoping he was not too late to help...
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 10:08 pm
Ugh.... where the heck was he? damien remembered escaping with the three boils and elbowing Nuk, who was kinda ok. But everything else felt so fuzzy in this fog. the hell hound could only shake his head and rattle his brain around.
there was a nap'er..... patch... patchy! that's right, patchy shot him! He quickly darted down to his armor and saw the bright blue splatter on him. back to start.
"AAARRGGHH!" with a flurry of curses and a few kicks in the sand, he began his trek back to the battlegrounds.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 10:09 pm
Splat.  Calder's covered in red. The fog thinks this is a good look for him.  The goop around Barth's legs seems to be much softer now. He could probably move.. if he wanted to. Gridded
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 10:11 pm
Soon after seeing that he had gotten Mei, Jericho found himself getting shot right back. Letting out a grunt of frustration, he glanced to the side to see that Demi had also been hit recently. Well great.
Grumbling to himself, he said, "Dammit. Gotta try harder."
And so he stormed off back towards the front lines.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 10:16 pm
"Hey. HEY!" West shouted as he was flung out of the maze and plopped down next to Levi and Lizzy. He didn't respond for a moment or two as he tried to get his bearings and figure out what the hell had just happened, but when he did, he narrowed his eyes at the other demon and quickly got to his feet, making a show of brushing off his clothes even though they would likely never be clean again.
"Yeah. Hi," he said through clenched teeth. The boil turned from the maze and stomped his way over to the newly demolished Fitness tent.
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