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Pixie Nyxie rolled 4 10-sided dice:
7, 9, 1, 10
Total: 27 (4-40)
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 Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 8:44 pm
Nevada shrugged, "No offense, you TOLD me what was happening in the village pretty much. I thought you'd be more interesting to follow..." She didn't say much more on that, ignoring the Halloweener even they were battling next to each other.
To Stormy, she gave a half hearted smile..
"Not much damage I can do right?" She brought her gun up, the charge spraying bullets larger around the creature.
Nevada: 12/50
Damage: 15
Charge: 3/3 - Using Double Takedown? Double Take. (the one where I roll twice neutral )
Boss: 69
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Marushii rolled 4 12-sided dice:
5, 1, 10, 10
Total: 26 (4-48)
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 8:52 pm
Moot ran an appraising eye down Stormy, giving her a nod. "Likewise," he rumbled as he reached out and grabbed hold of one of the many flailing legs of the beast. He hauled himself onto its back and ignored the multitude of eyes and mouths as he straddled its back, hacking away at its shoulders and limbs as it squealed in protest.
On the other hand, Nevada earned herself a quick glare from Aria as the tips of the woman's flames barely licked at the beast.
Aria: 2
Moot: -14-
Boss: 53
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 10
Total: 19 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 8:59 pm
Nevada glared back at Aria. They could glare at each other. They could glare at each other as she fired her weapon at the creature.
Then she smirked because she took off a chunk of the beast WHILE GLARING AT HER FORMER LEADER.
Nevada: 7/50
Damage: 13
Charge: 1/3
Boss: 40
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 9:02 pm
She paused a moment to appreciate the fact that Moot was willing to climb that thing--then shuddered and fended off another attack. Stormy saw the silent exchange going on and decided to cut in--literally. (Her excuse was that sometimes the best defense was a good offense, even if hers was typically terrible.)
"Nevada's a pretty great shot," she said to Aria as something resembling a half-formed snout was cut off, trying to somehow keep the systematic destruction of an abomination upbeat. Unfortunately, small talk was not her strongest suit. "Having only one eye gives her like sniper senses or something!" Please stop fighting, you two.
HP: 8
Damage: 5
Charge: 1/3
Boss HP: 35
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Marushii rolled 4 12-sided dice:
7, 9, 10, 10
Total: 36 (4-48)
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 9:20 pm
"Ah, yes. It takes a lot of skill to point in the general direction, pull a trigger, and hope that one of the hundred or several hundred bullets hits it." Aria replied to Stormy flatly. The division leader ran forward and sprayed fire in a circle, whistling for her partner's attention as she leaped away.
For his credit, Moot plunged his dagger into a large eye on the creature as he took hold of two of the legs that grew from its back. He rode the beast towards the fire and forced it to run dizzying circles on it before leaping off of it -- but not without twisting the legs he was holding onto off with a satisfying and sickening snap snap!
Aria: 10 dmg
Moot: 14 dmg
Boss: 11
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 8
Total: 18 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 9:28 pm
/Our shield Nevada-/
"One more hit..." She hissed, glaring at Aria as she did some really fancy things with her flamethrower and Moot, whatever the thing he was.
"Says the huntress who uses a flamethrower that pretty much engulfs the whole area in fire..." She mumbled to herself, but enough for Stormy to hear.
She pulled the trigger again, dissipating the rest of the monster.
"I never liked ponies anyway." She huffed, feeling weakened.
/good Job Pidge...That was well...a testament?/
Nevada: 2/50
Damage: 12
Charge: 2/3
Boss: -1 (so we beat the thing...)
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 10:02 pm
A slow, forceful clap could be heard as soon as the poor beast took one last shuddering breath. It died with a sound muffled by the sounds of crashing leaves and foliage. Aria and Moot were both gone, neither sticking around.
The reason why slowly came forward. "So. You neglect orders in order to pursue a highly dangerous individual whom, I suspect under different circumstances, would not have hesitated to end your life as you know it." Lance began coldly. "You were tasked to eliminate the cause of this, not the effect. Because of your misjudgement, the infection has spread further and at an unexpected pace."
He didn't stop or allow them to interrupt. "The infection, in fact, has spread to three neighboring villages. Those that managed to get away before the worst of it will then spread the tale of what happened, turning it into a tale, and thus spreading and generating additional Fear for Halloween."
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 10:06 pm
Nevada looked up, waiting to meet the gaze of Aria again but the huntress wasn't around.
Instead, she got a slow round of applause from a peanut gallery she hadn't even known was there.
Her eye widened as she saw Lance, her jaw going slack. His appearance cut her down to the core, because of what she had neglected to even think about. Stormy was right, she had been right this whole time and Nevada had blindly followed after Aria because she couldn't let the woman go.
Because she had forgotten priorities.
She didn't know what to say, she couldn't say anything. She had disappointed the only person she never wanted to disappoint.
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 10:27 pm
No points that round, crap. Stormy opened her mouth to try and divert their attention with something better, but hopefully she wouldn't have to now: Nevada had taken the thing down at last. But when she turned to address Aria and her magnificent monster rider, they were gone--and someone had taken their place.
s**t.
Stormy was as dumbstruck as her companion, paling at the sight of their leader. No, no, no, she'd tried, she'd tried, honest, just--
< < Barely, > > Thane said waspishly. And he was right. She'd tried appeals and reasoning, but her attempts did not go beyond that: at any point she could have just grabbed Nevada by the coat and forced her back on track. But Nevada was headstrong and mistrusting, Stormy reasoned with herself, she wouldn't listen unless it was her choice to. And now the guilt had caught up.
< < And did you not simply have to know what Aria was up to as well? Do not place the blame on the willful when you are the one who is weak. > >
She seemed to physically shrink under Lance's cold glare, the idea that more people were suffering while they went sneaking around making her feel ill. Every impulse told her to move, to stand in solidarity with Nevada while they were punished--but she was rooted to the spot with fear and self-reproach. "Poison," Stormy managed to get out, a shaky hand fumbling for the vial in her coat pocket. "I-It was in the water." Something, anything to show that they really had been working.
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 10:53 pm
As Stormy offered the bottle, Lance looked at it scornfully. "Congratulations, you found out what caused the mutations. But what is the source? You two never set foot in the village, did you?" He didn't need to ask; he could already see it on their faces. "Let me make this as clear as I can," Lance began tersely, leaning forward towards the two trainees. "You two are expendable. Yes, you're more advanced Mists and have more training. But in the grand scheme of things? If you waste time, if you abuse the privileges you're given and you're caught?" His hand jerked across the front of his throat for emphasis, "You're out. Permanently. No podding, no second chances. But this!" Lance threw his arms out, indicating their surroundings. "Nevada, you're on your goddamn promotion mission for Christ's sake! You're supposed to prove not only to me, but to everyone on Deus Ex that you have a goddamn idea of what you're doing." "And you, Stormy." Lance turned his attention to her. "You're supposed to be there to help and to speak the ******** up when s**t's going down south, not stand there and let Nevada play leader and get you both into deep s**t." Their leader glowered at them. "That's not the tip of it. Nevada, you were the one that came to me in regards to Aria and alerted me to her treason first. To find you here chasing after her -- s**t. I didn't want to believe it. How am I supposed to trust you or Stormy now? If anyone else knew, if the other hunters saw either of you --" He broke off, nervously running a hand through his hair. "You two. Don't you get it? You two are just cogs in the Deus Ex machine. Expendable, replaceable. Someone else won't hesitate to make sure that you aren't thinking about becoming traitors by making sure you can't do anything else. Ever." He stared at them, trying to gauge whether or not his words were getting through to them. "And I'm not talking about a podding. I don't doubt that they'll kill you." "But at this point. At this point, I don't either of you get it. I don't know what the hell is going through your minds, but at this point? This point I need to make sure you understand. Nevada, hold your weapon out." Lance waited until Nevada held her weapon out. Leroy, Lance corrected. He held out his hand and called on his own weapon. His grip tightened.
Words have had no effect. It's this or let someone else dispense the punishment, and I won't let another division take up my duty. Lance pushed himself up from his chair and stood unsteadily, gritting his teeth. He took one step forward towards them, then another. The division leader wasn't the most graceful, teeth grit and bared as he stumbled. However, he did not fall.
Lance raised his weapon. "I don't do this with pleasure," he said softly. "And I'm sorry." He brought his weapon down onto Nevada's --
-- a bright flash of light --
-- something breaking --
-- "Oh s**t --" --
-- something solid landed by his feet. Lance dismissed his weapon and stepped forward over the stone tablet at his feet, ready to catch Nevada should she fall. "Nevada -- s**t! Stormy, grab my chair now!"
Nyxtsuki Moon Leroy 'The Snake' William III is now a stone tablet. Nevada is now both physically and mentally unstable. If Nevada is caught in battle, her maximum HP is now 30/30. If her HP goes below 0 she will die. She no longer has a Fear shield; huge injuries are dangerous and scarring is more permanent. Should she need to fight, her dice will be 2d6.
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Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 5:35 pm
Nevada's hands gripped her weapon tightly again, drawing it closer to herself, as if it was a shield against Lance's words. It hurt, because everything he said was like a punch to her gut. She was suppose to be preventing FEAR from spreading, from growing in power, thus cutting halloween off from its power source. She had been more interested in Aria, and why she was around the fear source that she hadn't completed her mission.
She had used her promotion mission as a chance to exploit more of the former lead. She became deaf to anything around her but Lance's words, his tone. He was disappointed in her. But she could still see Aria, chasing down an enemy, she thought she was acting on the best interest of mist.
She couldn't voice it though, because she was scared. She always thought she had mist division in her best interest, always thought she protected it when all she did was destroy it slowly. Slowly her hands started to shake, thinking of how wrong she had been. She accussed Aria of not caring for humans, and only Halloween when Nevada had only cared about Aria. Village be damned.
She flinched as he called on her telling him about Aria's betrayal, her gaze flicking to Stormy and then away. She had done her best to keep quiet, to keep it from spreading around deus...Only Otto and Lance had known...and now Stormy did.
“Lance...Wait please...” She clutched Leroy tighter, her one and only lifeline, The only thing that was purely hers.
/Pidge.../ It was a calm and soothing voice Leroy emitted, unusual from his crass crankiness. It was the same voice he used when he woke her from her coma, from when he tried to heal her eye and lead her through her darkness. It was the same voice he used when he admitted that he loved her, and since then took care of her. /Nevada...It'll only be for a short while...Don't let them break you.../
Without Leroy though, she would break, what would she have left? Her hands shook harder as she held the weapon out, wondering what Lance would do. Would she be cuffed like some of the hunters she had seen? Would she be unable to summon Leroy? All of them were dread and terrible.
But they were nothing compared to what she didn't think of.
As he came to her weapon, their was a brief moment of shock as the lead WALKED to her, and pride because that was Lance, doing the impossible again. Even though she disappointed him, he never disappointed her. It's why she thought she worked hard enough, to prove to him that she could be reliable and helpful to the Island. And she failed. She failed so terribly he was punishing her.
She bit her lip and nodded her head.
“I understand Dad.” She tried to smile, “I messed up, really bad. I understand...” her voice weakened as Lance's weapon came closer, she wanted to snatch Leroy away, to keep it safe. Then his weapon struck and the highest shrill assualted her mind, echoed until she saw spots, her hands dropping the weapon...now a stone tablet to the ground. She felt sick, dizzy. The air felt heavier, and she couldn't get oxygen to her lungs. Black started to cloud her vision..
She called out once mentally before passing out into Lance's arms.
There was no response from the tommy gun.
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Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 6:25 pm
She welcomed Lance's rebukes; they reinforced what Thane had said and what she was now chastising herself with, and if the message didn't sink in now then she really was a fool. But it was what he said after that really stood out.
A statue had more potential for motion than Stormy did that moment. Something, multiple somethings, buzzed in her head, while cohorts of invisible ants made her skin crawl. Nevada . . . ? It was a lie to say the possibility hadn't been considered, but Stormy had been quick to dismiss it because--
< < Because you trusted her. > >
Thane's point was a low blow, but the comparison with Aria went over her head for the time being. All Stormy was aware of was white noise building inside her, veering wildly between panic and betrayal, belied only by a twitch of her fingers. Those days spent holed up in her room, weaponless and afraid to go out, afraid to so much as open her mouth in case it drew a target on her back, driven to go to Lance in a desperate ploy--that was Nevada's doing?
The world tilted slightly.
They were replaceable, yes, she knew that; it'd practically been beaten into her by now, but never had that felt so visceral as now. Never had the lines been painted so clearly either. The vision at New Years had been a warning: of course Nevada would put her faith in Lance, Dad, more than her best friend, her sister no matter what the alternate timelines said. Lance probably only saw Stormy as divergent at this point too, if he had followed long enough: whatever he did to Nevada, he'd probably do worse to her to drive the point home.
Which was why, in the most private corner of her mind, Stormy took a little grim satisfaction in knowing he'd break Nevada's weapon. If she wouldn't listen to her, then maybe something from him would get through. And maybe it would hurt just enough to be indirect vengeance. She remained silent still even as Lance managed to get out of his chair, her eyes widening but with no additional comment accompanying it. Even in a moment this serious, she felt a surge of pride, if only for a moment--
But at the sound of his curse, everything in her withered.
She saw something gray and flat hit the ground, the weakening of Nevada's legs--and then everything went into overdrive. A brick wall wouldn't have impeded the trainee the way she dove for the chair, hands quivering as she whirled it around and wheeled it to them. Everything else was now on pause--her thoughts, the future, the very world itself.
Nyxtsuki Moon /submitted this like three times Marushii of all the days to have bad internet really
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Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 7:25 pm
"I understand Dad." It was a punch to the gut; those three words a knife. Stormy came with the chair. He dropped down into it, his knees giving out as he cradled Nevada on his lap. "s**t, stay with me! Nevada? Nevada!" He didn't mean to. It wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't -- His body moved to action, weapon slicing a portal into existence. Stormy was ordered through first, back to Deus Ex. Lance followed behind, the portal closing behind them as Nevada was rushed to the infirmary. On the papers it was written that a fiend from Halloween was to blame for the attack; only Nevada, Stormy, and Lance would know the truth. And Lance would live with the guilt of being the true perpetrator along with the guilt of denying his involvement. Nevada would stay in the infirmary under critical care until she had awakened, then moved to less intensive, then eventually released after receiving a painfully blunt diagnosis and warning that she wouldn't have much longer to live. Stormy would find that in her shared room with Nevada that someone had been in there. A desk had been cleared off, leaving room for a pack of six cupcakes that had Congratulations! written out on top of it in icing. A brand new Hunter's coat would be hidden in the top drawer of the desk. Someone had even thought to write Congratulations! on a couple balloons, however by the time Stormy returned to their shared room they would be sagging sadly, barely keeping afloat. Leroy was left behind. In the panic over Nevada, no one had thought to pick up the stone tablet that now lay forgotten in the grass. Aria and Moot were long gone; the team of Hunters that was dispatched to the area were busy tracking down errant mutants while another team was investigating the source of the problem. There was no one around to see the figure that approached the area cautiously. It spent the next fifteen minutes searching before it found what it was looking for. Carefully the forgotten tablet was picked up and lain with some reverence on a cloth that was lain next to it. The edges were folded up and over it before it was tucked away safely, stolen by a figure that bore alliance to neither Halloween nor Deus Ex.
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