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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 4-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-8)
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 Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 2:02 pm
So far, Thirteen had done a lot of talking and knife sharpening, but he hadn't actually stabbed anyone. He was just going to ignore the weird s**t with the horse. Stick with the plan.
At least until someone stabbed him, and a gun went off into his backside. There was a string of apologizes from some Blue guy, right up until the gun laid into E-10 too. Well, forget that. So much for the avoiding gang fights without superior numbers part. The last thing he wanted to do was tango with someone who was going to murderize him.
"E-8! We're getting the hell out of here!" Still smarting, he grabbed E-10 and E-7 for good measure, and high-tailed it into the corn until he found odds he liked better.
Kicking someone while they were down, now that was more like it. And people had already laid into her, right? Right. So it wasn't like this was first blood. And who knew? Maybe it wasn't even first blood for him. He still hesitated, crouching in the corn. Like before with the scout. Chicken.
Them or us. Those blue guys had to go down. That's what he said. So follow your own advice, dumbass.
He jumped out.
The knife came down.
HP: 23
Attacking: B-1
Damage: 2
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 2:03 pm
Casting another wary glance at the pink menace they were leaving behind, more to make sure the twit didn't decide to do some sort of suicide charge she followed along after Bait, eying the surrounding area somewhat suspiciously while Bait - well she couldn't be sure exactly what he was doing but it was a decent vantage point to view the rest of the battle so she assumed he was analyzing things - he seemed like that sort of person and she quickly picked out her blue team mates who might be in trouble, those who were doing well and the pink menaces that she wouldn't mind taking out if she had the chance - which was pretty much any and all of them at this point.
"If I could go back in time ..I think I might smack myself for signing up for this" She remarked blandly as she eyed the violence. "Although..I don't know maybe they gave us good reason and we just don't remember it ..." She shrugged, since she couldn't recall anything except the room with the desks then she decided she'd have to go with that assumption, her old self couldn't have just up and decided to do this for anything less then a good reason right?
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Eight rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 2:22 pm
All hell was breaking loose; Thirteen was being attacked, One was being attacked, Four...everyone. Everyone except her. That worked just fine for Ten who decided maybe the best idea would be to back into the cornrows and act as a makeshift 'sniper' of sorts. Video game logic, this was all just a game. It was a game. It was a game. It was a game. E-Ten was chanting this in her head over and over again, making herself believe this for the sake of her own sanity. A game, it was all a game. If this was a game they'd need a strategy, but they had no time to think of one. Fighting had already broken out...but at least she could reason with herself. They needed to take out the leader, the 'boss', and unfortunately Death Pony couldn't be the boss anymore. Who was the leader of this blue team? That blue guy marked 'I' seemed to be acting very leaderish, was it them? That guy wasn't doing so well though, he was hitting himself with his own weapon and also being attacked. Her phone went off, but she had no time to check it. Who checked their phone in the middle of a fight? That was suicide! But apparently so was thinking because she soon found she had a very sharp pain in her side. <********> She winced, holding her side and looking around for who'd done that. Someone was calling out apologies and she rolled her eyes. Why were they apologizing? It wasn't like they were on the same team. She cried out in surprise as she was grabbed and pulled, stumbling after E-Thirteen with a bit of a growl. What the hell?! Why was he taking them away?! Wait...it was that guy! The one being all leadery! And he looked pretty banged up. An easy target. She watched as Thirteen went at them and looked down at her gun. He was helping her so...teamwork. She should help him. E-Ten aimed her gun at B-One and fired...and missed. Was she EVER going to hit her damn target?! "Stupid gun!" She growled as if it was the gun's fault she kept missing. (( Epsilon Ten's HP: 25 Weapon: BB Handgun Damage done to Beta 1: None! This is turn 1.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 2:24 pm
"Hmph, focus on the present," He told her thinking, 'She'll draw attention if she keeps talking.' He watched as a pink member ran into the corn. 'Coward,' he thought until he jumped out and landed his knife into Bunny's shoulder, and he growled at the dirty trick, just wanting to charge down there and beat the b*****d's facemask in. Yet his logical brain told him it was not yet the right moment.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 2:32 pm
Bait was probably right, no point in thinking about what might have happened - or even what would have happened. Best to just concentrate on the here and now and surviving this little nightmare they seemed to be trapped in for the moment.
Her hand clenched around her pathetic little stake as one of the pinks jumped out to ambush a member of their team, she edged forward just a touch with the desire to go and do a bit of ambushing of her own and pay that pink back...but no...she'd wait for Bait to finishing coming up with whatever plan he was surely thinking of.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 2:36 pm
((IGNORE THIS I AM A DERP WHO FORGOT TO ROLL))
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Eight rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 2:37 pm
JetAlmeara Whomp! E3's mace connected with a pretty solid whack and BIII was sent tumbling backwards - though she had the good sense to ignore the pain and roll back to her feet as quickly as possible. Laying around on the ground was only going to get her killed - and thank the gods for the armor she was sure it had dissipated the hit at least a little bit. Warily she dodged back and away from E3, it looked like Bait was doing the same and she couldn't blame him - that mace was nasty. Circling about she rejoined her companion and gave her ore shoulder a roll "Well then...maybe we should rethink our approach" E-Ten stared at her gun, hitting it against her hand as if doing that would fix it and make it actually hit things. It was easier for her to blame the gun than it was to admit she just sucked at using something she'd clearly never used before. She needed to test it on someone. Anyone. Who...who...oh! There was a blue squad member over there, just doing nothing after being hit by one of their own awesome pink squad. Might as well test her gun on someone not doing anything than on someone moving and running. E-Ten lifted her gun again and aimed, closing one eye as if that would make it better. Annnnd...BANG! (( Epsilon Ten's HP: 25 Weapon: BB Handgun Damage done to Beta 3: TBE This is turn 2.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 3:11 pm
E-13 stepped back shakily. There. He'd stabbed a person. Another living person. He felt....he felt...pretty awesome.
"Ten! You've got to- uh, what are you doing." He stared at her as she obliterated some nearby cornstalks.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 3:13 pm
This was so frustrating! Was her gun faulty? Yes, that had to be it. "Trying to get my gun to work. It's...defective." She grumbled, hands shaking as she put the gun away. Stupid thing. She was getting frustrated now, wanting nothing more than to just...punch something. Anything. Anyone. She needed someone to attack. A glare turned toward Beta One. He was the closest target that wasn't on her own squad...just one little punch...
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kuropeco rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 3:32 pm
Ririka E-8 is attacking Beta-Five
You know the whole scene where a character's life flashes before his eyes just before he has the face the music that death was catching up with him and this might be his moment? Yeah, that's pretty hard to do when one has no memory to remember in the first place...
Lucky for E8 though he didn't have to deal with any bullets to the body. Instead, he just stood there with a raised brow as bullets wised by him and hit the objects behind him and off to the side.
'Looks like someone either needs some good target practice, more depth perception, or they haven't talked to their inner gamer in a while...'
"Yeah, I did say that didn't I?" he said with a smirk as he gripped his dagger and moved towards Beta 5.
"However, I also said I plan on protecting my team and doing what I can to make sure we all make it out alive, with or without that pen... Oh God.."
Blinking behind his mask he watched as E5 came bursting out of no where.
Not paying much mind to his team member's talk, E8 took his chance and ran towards the enemy member [B5], dagger positioned for an attack while he could take it.
He didn't know which was worse, his heart pumping with so much adrenaline and excitement that it felt like it was going to pump out of his chest, or his stomach churning with nausea at the sight and sound of the stab. No time to think of that now.
Ripping his dagger away, E8 quickly moved back, his eyes wide as he registered what he just did.
'....So this is what I will be doing until he either make it out of here or die...'
E8 is attacking B5
Weapon: Dagger
Damage to B5: 3 [1 + 4 = 5/2 = 2.5. Round up]
B5 HP: 30 ]
Once he had managed to stop his head from ringing, he cast a weary glance towards E-8.. "Well, that's just not very nice, two against one," he protested, then gave a resigned shrug. "But, then again, war never is. It's never fair, either. I should remember this." He cast a sidelong glance at E-8. "You sir, are a contradiction of terms. What's the point of 'every man for himself' if you're planning on backing up your team members?"
Raising the gun again, Beta Five smiled charmingly at E-8. Then he pulled the trigger.
He had to admit, the thwack the bullet gave as it collided with E-8 (rubber bullet, but still) was quite satisfying. Five shook his head, laughing lightly. "Make up your mind, won't you?"
[ B5 is attacking E8
Weapon: Handgun
Damage to E8: 7.
B5 HP: 19 ]
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FemStranger rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 3:45 pm
Huni Pi [Beta 4 is (still accidentally) ATTACKING E-11]
There was a trembling, a quivering of lower lips as Beta 4 shrunk away from Beta 7. And that very sharp-looking dagger. "O-okay, you're the Boss then." He suddenly brightened, deciding he liked using that term of endearment (or deference or pretty much admitting to being under someone) "Boss! That's who you are! Totally Boss!"
At Beta Six's encouragement, he beamed. Before felt SPECIAL! Very very special! And duuuuuude that was an AWESOME SHOT!!! "Crackshot! Dude, Bix, CRACK. SHOT. AWESOMEEEEE!!!!" He tried to hug Beta 6 (hereafter known as Bix for reasons unknown) but promptly tripped. Maybe it was all that talk of balls? And as usual, his handgun went off (BEFORE GET YOUR HAND OFF THAT MOTHER ******** TRIGGER BEFORE YOU HURT SOMEONE!)
Before was back on his feet, looking panicked as his eyes (which he was SURE was saucer-wide beneath that gasmask) darted back and forth from Boss and Bix. "I HIT SOMEONE AGAIIIIIN!!! TAKE THIS FROM ME! QUICK! BEFORE I SHOOT YOU GUYS WITH IT!!!" he held out the weapon like it was on fire, then turning to E 11 to yell out "OH GOD I AM SO SORRY SORRY SORRY!!!! STAY DOWN? MAYBE? OH GOOOOOOD I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON!!!" he was sure he was crying what with all that blubbering he was making.
[Weapon: BB Handgun
Damage to E 11: 3 HP
Beta 4 HP left: 30 HP [ε XI :: ATTACKING :: β IV] Regardless of intent, ε XI was not going to stand for being shot, but that didn't mean she would use a horribly violent weapon like a stake on the poor guy. Instead she gave him a quick left hook. Perhaps she could incapacitate him? Her fist connected, but didn't appear to do much damage. Maybe the stake would have been the better choice after all. Weapon: Fist Damage to β IV: 1 ε XI HP left: 27 Turn 1
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Eight rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 3:48 pm
Kuro-Mizuki The blow from behind from Epsilon Five was half expected, mostly because Beta Five had been standing around doing absolutely nothing after his shot towards Epsilon Eight had missed. He should have known better, considering that he was in the midst of an all out b***h fight, it seemed, and Beta Five had felt something hard crack against his back. That, combined with the glancing blow from E-8's dagger, and Beta Five was sent staggering backwards, pressing a hand to his arm, which had started to bleed. Oh, great.
Once he had managed to stop his head from ringing, he cast a weary glance towards E-8.. "Well, that's just not very nice, two against one," he protested, then gave a resigned shrug. "But, then again, war never is." He cast a sidelong glance at E-8. "You sir, are a contradiction of terms. What's the point of 'every man for himself' if you're planning on backing up your team members?"
Raising the gun again, Beta Five smiled charmingly at E-8.
Then he pulled the trigger.
He had to admit, the thwack the bullet gave as it collided with E-8 (rubber bullet, but still) was quite satisfying. Five shook his head, laughing lightly. "Make up your mind, won't you?"
[ B5 is attacking E8
Weapon: Handgun
Damage to E8: 7.
B5 HP: 19 ] She heard a bang and looked up and around, trying to find the source. Someone had a gun. Someone had a gun that worked. Epsilon Ten needed that gun. She had to find it. Her very life depended on having that gun. Thankfully it didn't take her long to spot the guy with the gun, a guy wearing blue. "Heh." She smirked behind her mask and pat her own faulty gun, debating whether to give it one more chance or not. She'd say third time's the charm but she'd already shot it three times. But maybe...just maybe. Ten couldn't just run over there; what if the guy noticed her and shot her before she was able to do anything? It was too risky. She had to go for it. She had to shoot him. Epsilon Ten's heart raced as she whipped the gun out of her holster, holding it in both hands, closing both eyes and firing...! ...No rustling of it hitting corn? Ten opened her eyes and stared at the person she'd just shot. She shot them. "...HOLY s**t MY GUN WORKS FINALLY!" Because it was all the gun. Yes. (( Epsilon Ten's HP: 25 Weapon: BB Handgun Damage done to Beta 5: 8 - 3 = 5! This is turn 3.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 4:02 pm
E-12 had been so close. After her wicked slash at the beat, she’d made a break straight for the pendant. She’d hoped that, in the chaos of the fight, neither the horse monster nor the other people clad in coloured uniforms would notice the heist. Her fingers were reaching for the pendant, dangling tantalizingly out of reach from the creature’s lip, when the creature struck.
With a wave of pressure unlike anything she’d ever felt before (well, that she could remember feeling before), E-12 was thrown from the demon horse. She flew backwards and landed on her back with a THUD! The breath rushed from her lungs and her ears started ringing. She wasn’t able to hear exactly what the horse had said, but she was able to catch the gist of it. One conqueror. Dying bodies. Yikes.
E-12 pulled herself painfully to her feet and looked upon the carnage that had already begun. How had things dissolved into this so quickly?
The pink team needed to tighten up and work together. If they didn’t defend each other and protect their thirteen members then the math wouldn’t add up at the end. If they lost even one person then the other teams of thirteen could and surely would overwhelm them.
Speaking of teams, E-12 scanned the sea of numbered helmets for her healer. The battlefield was a mess of black, pink and blue. Roman numerals flashed in and out of view and E-12 growled in frustration. Where was III?
There. E-12 spotted her partner several feet away. Her eyes flashed angrily when she noticed the girl was injured. Well, that simply would not do. E-12 gripped her knife firmly in her fist and ran headlong through the crowd. She threw herself in front of the girl she’d sworn to protect and brandished her knife at the blue-clad figures nearby.
Just give me a reason. She thought, glaring at the blue team.
You’d better live to return the favour, number 3.
The phone at her hip buzzed annoyingly but E-12 let it be for now. We’re in the middle of another one of your sick games. Whatever you want can wait.
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natsu rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 4:06 pm
iStoleYurVamps Zee Oddwyn [Attacking Beta I]What the hell? What the hell! E-1 couldn't believe her eyes. She had continued to circle the horse thing, waiting for another opening, when she'd spotted one of the blue clad people attacking E-4! What kind of idiot would leave the giant flaming horse monster that everyone else on their team was attacking, to attack someone who wasn't attacking them? If she wasn't so busy keeping an eye on the flaming horse- Wait, what? The horse could talk?! E-1 stared at the creature dumbfounded, until what it had said finally made sense. It wasn't here to attack them? Well, in that case, she was going to go help E-4! E-1 ran over to where E-4 was fighting back, and slashed at the jerk in blue armor.
[Weapon: Dagger
Damage dealt to B-1: 3
E-1 HP: 30] Managing to dodge the stake swung in retaliation, Beta I was not so lucky when a slash got them in the arm. "Insect." She hissed, the mask amplifying the sound through the tubes and filters. "You clearly do not know how to be effective. You would be better off...elsewhere." Calling out to the the other beta members: " Attack them! Do not hesitate! So long as we get them all, one of us will be guaranteed survival! FIGHT! WE CANNOT ALLOW THEM ANY CHANCES!" It was a sound strategy. The strongest could not be on the other side. No, one of them would be strongest. One of them would be allowed to survive. Even if not herself, Beta I wasn't about to let the others gain the upper hand, not even for a second. Her fist went out, came short. Grabbing only air. (( Weapon: Fists Damage to E-1: 0 lol HP: 24 Beta members, I am reachable via IM at iStoleYurVamps with AIM. It's also connected to my phone, so you can hit me up for strategy planning)) There were people in the cornfields, people attacking one another, just... people everywhere. The scene was eerie, situated as it was in this foggy cornfield, the crazy horse thing staring at them all like this was his own personal tableau; well, it was, but E-Two didn't have to be happy about it. Everything was a blur at this point, he had no firm ground under his feet-- figuratively, of course-- and whether lashing out against someone unprovoked, even with the little important facts that they knew, was the right thing to do. Unfortunately, it was the only thing to do. Heaving his mace above his head, he smacked it at an unknown 'blue, hoping to get a headshot. [Weapon - Mace
Damage to B-One - 2
Personal HP - 27]
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LP rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 4:17 pm
iStoleYurVamps Managing to dodge the stake swung in retaliation, Beta I was not so lucky when a slash got them in the arm. "Insect." She hissed, the mask amplifying the sound through the tubes and filters. "You clearly do not know how to be effective. You would be better off...elsewhere." Calling out to the the other beta members: " Attack them! Do not hesitate! So long as we get them all, one of us will be guaranteed survival! FIGHT! WE CANNOT ALLOW THEM ANY CHANCES!" It was a sound strategy. The strongest could not be on the other side. No, one of them would be strongest. One of them would be allowed to survive. Even if not herself, Beta I wasn't about to let the others gain the upper hand, not even for a second. Her fist went out, came short. Grabbing only air. (( Weapon: Fists Damage to E-1: 0 lol HP: 24 Beta members, I am reachable via IM at iStoleYurVamps with AIM. It's also connected to my phone, so you can hit me up for strategy planning)) E7 was having a hard time keeping up with all that was going on around him. However, he heard a shot and looked. To see that E10 had successfully shot someone. Eyes growing wide behind the lenses, E7's chest puffed out. If E10 could shoot someone so could he! It might've been hive-mind (or pack mentality whichever you prefer) that drew him towards shooting at someone else. All his teammates seemed to be doing really good. So E7 set his teeth, and pointed the gun at someone that seemed to be a good target, closed his eyes and prayed to the pony. 'Oh please mighty thing that breaths fire and iunno what to call you, lemme me not MISS!' He held his breath as he started to pull the trigger, he had originally pointed at a blue clad member near B1, however his hand shook and while his eyes were closed the gun moved to target B1. When the trigger was pulled the bullet went flying towards his target. [Weapon: Gun
Damage to B1: Nada
Personal HP - 27]
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