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OnionGrump rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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 Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 12:45 pm
Tybalt watched as the last gnome fell. Got back up and fell again. At first, all he did was stare; dumbstruck. But having finally realized that their enemy was down, he made the biggest mistake of opening his mouth to laugh to the creature. Gagging on the smell the moment he did.
"Ugh! Gross it's like inhaling twelve year old eggs--only super powered and covered in s**t!" He gasped and continued his coughing fit. Waving away the stench as much as he could. A futile effort.
That's it! He wanted out of this s**t pit. He may have only just got here, but this smell was too much for the black dog to handle.
With one ragged breath, he practically got on all fours and lunged towards the exit. Leaping over the fallen gnome and dropping whatever gunk that was attached to him on it. A small victory, he thought and allowed a crooked grin to spread across his face, before he skidded to the door. "I'm outta' here!" He coughed again, but still somehow managed to keep his grin in place as he exited this little hell hole.
He only hoped the others would make it out as well. Otherwise...
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surreality rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 12:58 pm
A few more jabs and swipes from the dreaded broom (that no longer looked like a cleaning device at this point) and the brunt from the rest of the student cleaning force had Tristan seeing the last gnome standing fall hard, one nun-chuck at a time. It was difficult for him to celebrate immediately, however, as the smell of the room seemed to only increase into what he could only describe as a foul stench fog of fetor; Tristan almost immediately expected each and every small body that belonged to the enemy base to awkwardly stand themselves up and introduce themselves as the new gnome legion of the undead, the putrid cloud somehow controlling their actions from within their empty skull crevices.
Glops of goo dripped from the ceiling as he waited for the revolt to repeat itself in true Dawn of the Dead fashion, his grip still tight around the broom handle. He seemed to be the only one who believed in such an outcome, though, as more and more students who were confident in their win began to either leave the bathroom on their own or attempt to save the few and unfortunate who have fallen. He glanced at the un-moving body of Shehk; surely, Nuk would drag her out in a fleeting heart beat and potentially take it the wrong way were he to help. There was that smaller, black-haired witch-or-reaver that laid near her. Maybe she needed some help--
Tristan was suddenly overcome by a burning sensation within his eyes, nostrils and back of throat. The bathroom's stink grew thicker still, and he was unable to block it from suffocating his senses. The broom fell to the floor with a loud clatter as he doubled over in a coughing fit. He had not been in the room as long as others; in fact, he had only shown up for the final round of the battle. Despite this advantage, he still felt his knees buckle under his weight and drop to the tiled floor below.
Anything beyond that was a haze. The last thing he remembered before it grew dark was thinking to himself: oh for jack's sake-
Tristan has fainted.
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AyeAvast rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 1:04 pm
Battle had been hard, those gnomes put up a better fight than originally anticipated (or hell, ever DREAMED really), and even though Belladonna had only joined the fight at the end, she could still sling the suds from her hands and jump into the air when victory was won. As this day was already turning out rather poorly, it only served further that victory was as short lived as the battle had been ridiculously long. The noxious fumes were enough to strangle the cheer in Belladonna's throat and force her to come crashing down onto the floor on fumbling heels. For a moment she turned and darted toward the door, completely missing Chuppi fall to the dirty floor. (She had seen Shek fall earlier and knew Nuk would valiantly save her, no crush that big could pass under Belladonna's eyes unnoticed, but dear Hecate would she feel awful about not seeing Chuppi.)
Just as she was within enough distance of the door to throw herself forward and hopefully slide through the exit to pure, clean-aired freedom a broom clattered before her feet. With stumbling steps she halted, turning to see Tristan coughing, the fumes choking him.
"No! Get up!" She scolded him, reaching for an arm but missing as he fell. "Oh jacking hell!" His pretty jacket was getting all gross on that floor and Belladonna was pretty sure it would be hell to get the slime out of that fur collar. COULD THIS DAY GET WORSE?!
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Maybe it was best not to ask that question. Grabbing him by the arm, Belladonna pulled with what strength she had, but it wasn't much. These fumes were getting to her head and making her steps wobbly and oh jack! His jacket was slipping from his arm, so all that was left was to grab him under the arms and pull ********!" The mantra didn't much make her feel better, but it sure helped keep her from breathing. "Don't die ok!? I'm not really strong and you're kind of heavy--Not in the bad way though! Just in the tall way! ******** THIS!!" Wickedness alive, she was being rather unladylike, but this was a rather unladylike situation. At least the door was nearing and Belladonna could feel that last extra burst of energy to drag the lifeless body out the door and to safety. It was now that she was in clean air with her charge that Belladonna looked back into the bathroom and saw a good number of lifeless bodies strewn about.
"OH GREAT JACK--WHAT THE HELL!?!?!?!!" Victory was a cruel and fickle mistress.
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Valandal rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 1:17 pm
This was madness, the slime just wouldn't stop it's rampage and it still smelled like the dirge of a thousand dung beetles. Valentino was trying to clean as much of it up as he could. unfortunately the slime was beginning to enjoy the taste of weak suds. The slime continued to overpower Valentino's cleaning until he was trapped. as the slime inched up his legs, Valentino began to go through all the four stages of dealing with death, unfortunately at the stage of anger he finally passed out from the stench.
Valentino has fainted
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x_Nata_x rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 2:19 pm
(will fill this in after everyone else has rolled -- Nuk's gonna try to save at least one person, dammit >( )
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Nothing Yet rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 3:00 pm
The wild broom-flailing went on for quite some time before Thackery realized it wasn't really doing any good. He hadn't hit anything at all in the past few minutes, but the smell did seem...maybe...a little better. Either way, all of the gnomes appeared to be defeated! They'd done it! They could finally finish up this stupid, smelly detention! He could take a flea bath! The possibilities were endless!
"Victory!"
He tossed his broom up into the air, and worried a little over the fact that it stuck to the ceiling. It did not appear to be coming down any time soon. Just to be cautious, he took a large step to the right, just in time to see the students standing in a closer vicinity to the slimecreature collapse on the ground.
This did not bode well.
"Magic monst-" he paused mid-sentence, partially because he saw said Magical Monster Girl lying motionless on the grimy tile, but mostly because the smell finally reached his far-too-sensitive-for-this-environment nose. He couldn't take this, and his ally was incapacitated, which meant no healing and no odor deterring charm.
The gas descended in a foul cloud upon him, and he felt the room spin. He felt his knees wobbling. And then he saw the bathroom floor in way, way more detail than he ever wanted. There might have been a tiny city down there, living in the muck. Or he might have been hallucinating from the chemical/smell combination.
"Tell...the kitsunes-"
But nobody would know what to tell the kitsunes, even if they had been conscious. A little creature, perhaps an adventurous slime-covered beetle, decided to make his mouth its new home. Before he could vocalize a proper NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!, his brain gave up. It could take no more of this. It would rather be in the scorching heat of Hades.
The filth to kitsune ratio was terribly unbalanced here. Terribly unbalanced.
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Meeki rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 3:03 pm
Rain had fought valiantly in the end but it wasn't enough. She had inhaled far too much of the gas, mixed in with the fumes of the bleach. She fell to her knees and began to cough uncontrollably, her chest heaving back and forth so fast that she heard a rib crack. Everything started to seem hazier and quieter all of a sudden and the lights began to dim.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she dropped face down onto the basement floor. A loud crack could be heard as her head hit the floor hard.
She had tried her best.
Rain has fainted.
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Huni Pi rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 4:52 pm
The smell had been too much for Tess. She had flown unsteadily trying to make for the exit, except somehow in her dizziness her wings smacked against the gunk-covered walls, effectively trapping her. And with no hope of reaching a gas mask she retched uselessly before the foul odor overwhelmed her poor senses and she fainted.
Tess fell, er, hung unconscious.
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 6:21 pm
Yes, sweet freedom! The siren could have kissed his fellow students if he was you know, that kind of siren. But he wasn't. He was more of the 'Oh s**t I just inhaled brown air' student. The kind that was happy one moment then foaming at the mouth from the smell the next. It was the worst thing ever. Not only did he smell the brown air, he tasted it. And it tasted ten times worse then it smelled.
He vowed never to breath air again. At least not brown air.
(Israfel has Fainted)
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 6:48 pm
They were making their stand and the gnomes were falling one by one, but were upping their game. Determination flamed in the hearts of both students and gnomes alike, and they grouped together, throwing punching, buckets, soap, and whatever else they could find. To think that their cleaning supplies would be fighting against more than toilet scum today! Not that any of them had predicted detention would lead to this bathroom or this fight – or this monster!
Calder had been feeling very pleased with himself for throwing some assistance Shehk's way, giving her another watering and thinking that if things continued this way, he didn't exactly mind it if it went a while. Throwing water on people was fun. That was until the bucket in his hands rumbled and shook, and with a spray of water, a huge dragon of soap suds and bubbles grew out and barred down on the kelpie.
His ears dropped before the bucket even hit the ground, and at the impact of metal, the dragon roared out, sending a spray of bubbles about the room. Blinded by stinging soap, he only just managed to wipe his eyes on his sleeve – Ew! He forgot that sleeve was gross!!! – before the dragon opened it's soapy maw and snapped him up into it's mouth.
Submerged in a world of bubbles, he fought only to find his calls for help destroyed as bubbles flooded his mouth, bringing back memories of a certain punishment he had for swearing. Coughing and crying out as the soap stung his eyes, he flailed about with no progress. It was a world of soap and he was a poor, lost bath toy.
Then, with the demise of the creature, Calder flopped in a soapy, bubbly puddle, groggy and blowing out bubbles as he tried to speak. Covered in a soapy slime, he looked out with red eyes to those who had risked their lives to save him. The witch girl who liked tearing people's clothes off. Shehk, who he had tried to help keep alive with water, and then with small eyes, up to the hulking for of G. The beast had clearly saved him in the end, thought that didn't mean the others weren't just as great for bothering to save him. They were all heroes in his eyes, and he gave out a garbled 'blebblue' of bubbles to serve as a 'thank you' to the still standing G.
*Cue dramatic war music*
His vision was blurry and he found that he could not hear much of anything, a good slime of soap sufficiently blocking his ears, and the world was muffed. Still, as he crawled across the ground to get cover, he felt the ground rumble as the great slime beast emerged, spewing gas. Around him, students fell, their eyes rolling up into their head as others, reloading their mops, moved back and reformed, shouting commands. Arial cover, this being Tess, was not sufficient enough and he wondered – where was their backup? The freedom they were promised for cleaning. Hellma Socks had lied. They were sent to this battle, were-sheeps to the slaughter.
The slow motion carnage continued, the muffled sounds of tossed buckets hitting the ground, clanging like canons on the echoing tile floors, and mops exploding in half as they broke, their handlers falling back to slow-mo fall to their deaths (maybe he was being a little dramatic).
But they did not give up. Each one fought alongside their comrades, tied together in shared injustice and disgust, and they pressed on. To this day, he would remember the valor and bravery of those that fought on that particular detention session. The men, the women, the in-betweens to which the bathroom was constructed for – he would remember. The hours spent cleaning, hands on knees, side by side by those who shared a heat brave enough to call out for love and also the hearts strong enough to face the fears that were this bathroom and the fight that would ensue – he would remember. They would all remember, and to this day, whenever he went into a bathroom stall and noticed someone hadn't flushed, caught the heavy scent of Lysol, or noticed the slimy, nasty-brown texture of the cafeteria food, he would remember that day and those brave students, and shed a tear.
Calder has, overcome with emotion and drenched in soap, gurgled his last words on the battlefield and fainted.
Days later, after the carnage, a makeshift plaque was posted on the bathroom door reading, "In Remembrance of the Brave Men, Women, and Its Who Fought in The Bathroom Detention Session from Hell."
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 11:08 pm
(( exclaim Congratulations to everyone who participated!
You have made it through... or some not... well, uh, don't forget to come and pick them up afterwards okay?
Thank you for putting up with this trial run of the fight, it went along beautifully (and had me laughing most of the time, thank you, LOL XD)
Don't forget to pick up your rp points as well:
Points allocated:
If you have made at least one post in the office rp: You are alloted 1 growth point!
If you have made at least one post in the BATTLE portion of this rp: You are allotted 2 growth points! (You only get one point if you did not post in the battle section)
Also if you would like you can ICLY come back here or bring it to a prp or solos as to how your student got out of here/got rescued/ so on so forth. From the last escape post and now, we will assume there is a timeskip of 2 hours, so the stench should have mostly passed. ))
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