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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 4
Total: 14 (2-20)
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 Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 12:41 pm
He imagined a whistling sound accompanying the severed head to treat himself and almost grinned. The remaining clone was more crafty; he wasn't sure if that was more or less annoying than its hard hitting friend. Jack maneuvered himself away from Rep and Kostya as he traded blows to try and make a pincer formation, in case it decided the fight wasn't worth the effort. Really he was surprised it hadn't fled yet. Either it wasn't as intelligent as it seemed, it felt confident about taking down three hunters at once, or this was yet another trap to keep them there until reinforcements came. hp: 18 damage: 6 charge: 3/3 sneaky: 24
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 1:36 pm
The head rolled away and it was ******** surreal. It was Taym, and though he hated the guy and often in his more irritated moments wished death upon him, it was not something with any true intention behind it. They were part of the same organisation and for Rep that was still important. The wrongness of the clones rubbed him the wrong way and made the nauseous revulsion in him worse.
He felt almost dizzy, able to think of little that wasn't the charge he didn't have and wasn't able to get, and how ******** dangerous all of this was. They were fighting nothing, multipliable, disposable things and they were ******** struggling. If another one showed up, he didn't know if they'd survive. They were outgunned, he especially was outgunned, and as much as he wanted to, couldn't do s**t with Tracey in this state.
Following Jack's lead, he backed off to cover another point of the escape formation, but he knew with his shield as it was right now, he'd still be a weak ******** link.
HP: 14
DMG: -
Sneaky HP : 24
Young HP: 1
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 7
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 2:35 pm
"Either of you have trap gun?" Kostya asked, trading blows with the Sneaky one in a near silent exchange. How many others were there, out here, lurking beneath the sand and within the halls of Him? Seven? Nine? Even one more would be too many, and this one was whittling away at them, stripping away their shields bit by bit. "Could take this vun back, if pendant verk." Not yet: it wasn't weak enough. But soon, perhaps, if they could manage it. hp// 11.5 dmg// 5 charge// 2/3, GC3 used Sneaky// 19
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 2:48 pm
The head did indeed start dragging itself across the sand by tendrils of blood and tissue. The body began to rise to its knees. The clone they fought shifted for a moment, and tried to escape. Quote: Roll 1d20 for capture! Must roll 17+!
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medigel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 3:21 pm
"No," Jack replied, "just—" Movement off to the side. He blinked hard just to be sure he wasn't imagining it and then hissed, "—torch and bandages, ********' piece've s**t, runner—!" Attempting to turn too quick in the sand, however, didn't do him any favors, and the giant stumbled.
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its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 3:30 pm
If only a trap gun could be accompanied by a sad trombone sound. That was how far off Kostya's shot was.
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Baneful rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 3:34 pm
"I ..." he did have a trap gun, but there wasn't enough time to say that he had it before the clone darted off making for an escape. He followed hurriedly with the others but went just wide of capturing the slippery clone, instead falling as the sand shifted underfoot with a ******** class="quote">cherno astra
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
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Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 4:11 pm
The sad trombone continued as he felt a dagger pierce his side, and his retaliating swing was too slow. "<********> this ******** thing," he snarled. When he went back to get Lack, he promised himself he was going to raise him to be a good boy.hp: 16 damage: 0 charge: 3/3 sneaky: 19
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 4:52 pm
A low hum sounded in the distance.
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 4:59 pm
It would have been too much to hope for, had the fallen clone would stayed down. They had been created to reassemble, over and over and over again. There was no end, only an infinite treadmill. Arm raised for another shot, poised to strike with another blast of electricity and-- Kostya froze, at the sound, his limbs locking into place exactly where they were. Something was coming. hp// 9.5 dmg// charge// 2/3, GC3 used Sneaky// 19
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 2
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 5:29 pm
Rep swung again, aware at this point that even the relatively small nimble hits of the second clone were whittling away his health in a fairly major way.
He was bracing himself for a follow up strike when he heard the hum and anxiety seized him. Hums here tended to mean bugs. Lots and ******** lots of bugs. And they were all ******** vulnerable.
HP: 10
DMG: 4
Sneaky - 15
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
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Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 5:53 pm
And then the sounds of reinforcements was heard. He wished Chel's goggles could have been lucky enough to counteract his ominous prediction. A surge of adrenaline helped him land a sloppy hit. Keep moving, Jack thought, keep ******** moving, put this thing down and get Lack and drag it back to Deus. The drone was dreadfully familiar, but really—hadn't they all assumed bugs would eventually factor in? This was the Sahara after all. At least this time they had working pendants, if it really did go to s**t. hp: 16 damage: 2 charge: 3/3 sneaky: 13
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 6:16 pm
The sound of the humming increased until, with a smirk, the lone reached into its pocket and pulled out something resembling their own pendants. The words murmured were too low to hear, but the set of doors that appeared on the ground appeared swiftly and with a menacing energy. Dropping down into them the clone disappeared. The shambling headless torso struggled to find the doors, its head held up to see by its gruesome makeshift limbs, seeming to try and direct its body's escape while crawling toward the doors on its own. Quote: Roll 1d20 to capture the head and body! 5+ the head is caught! 10+ both are caught! 15+ both are caught and the doors are still open!
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its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 6:19 pm
The grotesque sight meant that Kostya entirely missed the fact that Sneaky had his very own Fakedant. Instead, he was desperately trying to catch a hold of clone parts, which was a lot like trying to keep a hold of a thrashing snake covered in oil. "This is," Kostya said, red smearing around his hands and arms, " disgusting."
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 6:40 pm
Rep couldn't bring himself to touch the clones. It wasn't because he was easily grossed out, he as a rule wasn't. Normal human entrails had little effect on him, but these, these writhing wriggling things weren't human at all, they weren't natural in any sense of the word, distant from the entrails, skulls and other internal parts he was used to. There was something dissonant about a thing that moved without being whole.
The most he could do was try and cut the things off to help Kostya in his struggle.
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