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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 10:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 2:54 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 5:29 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 6:11 am
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Shehk had snapped at Nukpana's hand when it had shoved her away from her holding on that shoulder region, not quite biting into it due to other...more delicious distractions... in her mouth. Instead, the Pricolici scowled back at Nukpana, baring her slightly-bloody teeth at him. At least she'd stopped shrieking all over. So perhaps some ears were saved by the skinwalker's BRAVE SACRIFICE. Or something.
Though she did growl back at him when he growled at her...though her's was an actual stand-alone-growl rather than an accompanied grr to say 'BAD SHEHKY, NO BITE. >8C BAD GIRL'. Well, that hadn't been exactly what it was he was saying. But the gist, really! Either way, Shehk wiggled, albeit more helplessly when the skinwalker made a point to swash her movements better, in protest of being yanked from the snow.
Or whatever it was she was really pissed about. Wait, why was she pissed? Terrified, maybe?
She'd attempted one or two escapes while Nuk was tying off the lights as well, too easily caught again in her flailing panic (truly, it was no surprise to see how she got hunted in her previous life if that had been her reaction to panic), not really starting up her shriek again, but more an anxious sounding noise (eeeeeeeeeeeee) as she grabbed at imaginary holds to free herself.
Sadly, invisible and non-existant holdings were not condusive to 'able to get oneself freed of not-boyfriend-arms'. Not that right then Shehk would have been 'there' enough to make such denials.
.. .....
SHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!
When Nukpana jumped down that hole, it was possibly the first time since she'd seen fire that Shehk started being compliant, letting out a, more pleasant than her death-cries, scream of more human-sounding-woe as she practically clung to the skinwalker.
Don't wanna die, don't wanna die, don't wanna die, don't wanna die.
But at least she held on by her own will without using her teeth! That was progress, right?
Right??
Well, the fact there were still tears to be had all over wasn't a complete victory, but close enough!..Maybe.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 7:10 am
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You heard the lady, Petro, move! At her demand and the feel of something wet against his skin, all thoughts of careful calculation left the Tikbalang. Not that he would be able to give a proper name to the mathematical face of trajectories and velocity and angle of launch and all that other stuff. All that was going through his mind was: Get her away from fire by jumping in hole. He took a few steps back from the mouth of the pit, making reassuring noises since he looked as if he were going closer to the flames. He didn't have to make those sounds for long, though, because he broke into a full gallop straight from resting. Usually a bad idea but the fights and all that travelling had limbered him up enough.
He launched himself down into the pit, much like the winged boil who screamed as he fell, only Petro had extended both his legs forward, and his free hand. He angled his torso to keep Amita from the wall, grunting just before impact, "Hold tight." He grimaced and no amount of mental preparation was enough to duplicate the actual pain of skin, nails, and fingers clawing at the hole's walls. He dug his hooves deeper, focusing on something that didn't make him go: Candlejackpainowowowarrrrrrghpaaaaainmustholdonmustnotloseitjackdamnitpaaaaaaaaain!!!! amidst spitting out pieces of rubble and debris that his raw hand and horse hooves were dislodging. He hoped it wasn't just his imagination that their descent was gradually slowing down.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 9:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 2:27 am
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"There it is!" "Oh no! The yellow workshop is on fire!" "Quickly! We need to make sure everyone's okay!" "Roger!" "Hey! There's people down there!" "Oh no! Quickly! We need to help them!" "I'll stay here and take care of the fire!" "Okay! Be careful!" "I will!"
As the students fell or climbed down the hole, they quickly realized that they weren't the only ones with that idea. "I gotcha!" Out of the darkness, something swooped down and picks your student up, lowering them to the ground gently. This is repeated for other students.
The torches the students made were held up, revealing their rescuers to be... er...
"Let us introduce ourselves! We are...
THE RESCUE REINDEER!
"I'm Dip!" "Cale!" "Gizmo!" "And Fruitcake!"
One of the deer looks around, gawping. "Oh wow! This place sure is deep! Look at all this leftover abandoned stuff! Hey Gizmo, do you think you can make anything out of it?"
"Cale! Focus!" Snapped the deer wearing the snazzy cap as the token female googles-wearing reindeer trotted merrily over to the side benches, "Are any of you hurt?" He asks in a happy, if blunt and forceful way. "We saw a fire and came as fast as we could! The fire should be contained now, but the wall is still on fire. There's an arrow pointing down here so anyone following can, well, follow."
"So what're you guys up to? In need of any more rescuing?"
The deer look almost helpful. But... they are reindeer...
HP: 40
Quote: Next thing to happen will occur sometime tomorrow! Each of them have 10HP, but for the simplicity of this they have a shared health pool should you decide to attack. The room you're in is, well, dark. Aside from the torches, the glowing noses of the reindeer isn't much to see by either. What you can see are half-open boxes filled with... something. You'd need to take a closer look to see. The other side of the room, nearly hidden behind the giant Fruitcake the Rescue Reindeer, is the robot. It occasionally shoots spark that do nothing but look dangerous. ...and yes, The Rescue Reindeer are a spoof. 8D DON'T JUDGE ME.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 4:41 pm
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
Crew
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-Yasha Alchemist rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 5:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 6:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 9:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 9:30 pm
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Amrita had been too terrified to even scream as Petro jumped down the hole. The little Vetala clung as hard as she could to the boil, trying to make herself as small as possible so she didn't get hurt, and so she wouldn't accidentally cause him to get hurt. ...Okay, she was mainly doing it so she wouldn't get hurt. Who could blame her? It was a survival instinct! Believe it or not, she had them! Albeit small amounts, but they were still there!
Of course, the sudden fall was slowed and even she could understand that they'd been put down nicely on the ground. In the dark, kind of. It was comforting; the coolness, the lack of raging fire...so nice. Sniffling, the child looked up to see...Reindeer?! Like the ones on the path? No, they couldn't be, they were helpful! They'd saved them, not attacked them! Still clinging to Petro, she loosened her grip enough to wipe her teary eyes, even her skull one, with the back of a bruised hand. They were offering help, and jackdamnit, Rita was sure they needed it!
"W-we..." She sniffled out, still trembling from the previous events. "We were just...going through t-the door and...and that thing attacked us!" She told the helpful Reindeer, pointing to and tattling on the Santa Scout in it's sparking robot in the background. "T-then the f...f-f..." Apparently it was so traumatic to her, she couldn't even say 'fire'.
"B-but we gotta...gotta stop it..." The more she spoke the quieter and smaller her voice became. It wasn't her direct intention to ask the Reindeer for help, but they did ask what they were doing, and if they needed rescuing.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 9:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 9:50 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 11:16 pm
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