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 Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:22 pm
Maebe went limp the moment he wrapped her up in a hug, like an animal playing dead. Her hope was that she would be such dead weight that she would slide right out of his arms and fall to the ground. She needed to be a little more oily for that.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:34 pm
She was alive... "Good." Rep had saved them all, somehow. He knew the guy was decent, for all his talk about not being a good guy. He was a bad guy in the sense of his personality, but intentions? Good. He shook his head. "This ain't no time for me to worry 'bout a little scratch or two." He said casually, despite realizing it was probably more than just a scratch. It felt nice to feel calm again, rational. And Chance's laid back and smooth voice made it even better. He breathed out, trying to tame the trembling from the attack he'd just gone through. A lot had happened. He'd have to tell Chance all about it if things went back to normal again. "I got Tenya back." That was obvious, as he held the giant weapon close. "I can help.."
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:44 pm
CHANCE - > BEACHChance gave Otto a look that clearly indicated that yes, his injury was not just a scratch, but didn't push it, instead leaning back a little to glance around at their surroundings. There were some that still seemed to be infected, but Rep's nifty little device was doing its job, whatever it was.
"I can see that," he said, with a nod at the weapon. "Glad to see there's at least a few things happening that are good."
Chance put a light hand on Otto's shoulder, nodding in the direction of Maebe, who was currently wrapped in a bear hug by Dawson and looking marginally like she was about to ooze onto the ground at any moment. "Come on," he said mildly, brushing sand off of his torn jeans as he stood, fingers only trembling a little bit now. He knew Otto was still concerned.
"Let's go see if they need our help, though by the looks of it, Dawson's squeezing them all into jelly."
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:46 pm
[ Beach -> Courtyard ]Maybe she had not been clear. "You know, because Alice preferred to be considered the sister of our baby, not his godmother, and it is entirely feasible that as a cross-dimensional being that is capable of experiencing four dimensions at--" Mimsy paused, frowned, and brushed her fingers across his face as she removed her hands. "Perhaps this requires a diagram...but I am quite certain...I mean, she must be ours, surely you..." Diagramming in the sand had been easy enough in Wonderland, so she'd been searching for a relatively smooth place to do so here when she saw what appeared to be a very in trouble Rep, who was quickly buried by a veritable swarm of infected, and only Jordan there to help him. Even if this was not the sort of thing that Alice expected of her, she certainly owed him this. And about a million and a half more life-rescuing scenarios, but certainly this. "We need to help," she urged, tugging Robert in their direction. "We owe the lives of both Peter and Alice--er, the...other, not-our-Alice--to him. It is only right." Virus Counter: 0 HP: 56
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:54 pm
Otto met his look with an innocent blink of his eyes. He was just fine, sir. Just.. fine.. He patted Chance's hand, and struggled to stand. It only took a short moment, but he felt at balance once more. Maebe was there. Dawson had her. She was fine... but.. he was still... really worried. What if she was upset? Hurt? She'd nearly died, he saw it! He did.. Otto walked towards them, remaining standing as he looked the threesome over. "Maebe?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:59 pm
"Alice." Robert repeated, clearly dumbfounded. "Our baby." They'd treated her like a member of the family already, but these kinds of situations stretched the limits of imagination, and Mimsy was so much better at connecting the dots between dimensions than he was. So he just turned and stared back at the door, trying to conceive of how that was even possible, and coming up empty. He was tugged away from his thoughts by her request, and as soon as he saw what she was talking about, his mind laser focused on one task at hand - work. He didn't need to tell her he agreed. He kept her hand locked in his, and surged towards Rep and his predicament wordlessly.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 3:04 pm
Maebe turned her head while still in Dawson's arms, looking just a little helpless until she saw the two of them. She finally went completely limp, and sagged out of Dawson's hug. When she straightened up again, she patted his arm into place, and considered just walking away - but she knew. She knew."Come on." She grumbled, pulling both her and Creedence before turning to walk towards Otto. Her eyes were on that bloody shirt, and the way he held his chest. It was a good thing he was already so scarred up, wasn't it? No, it wasn't. She stopped in front of Otto, her eyes flickering to keep from looking him in the eye, before reaching out and giving him a hug. It was long, and she squeezed hard, but when she let go, she did not look any less ******** you and your pies." She told him, now that she had covered him in strawberry too. She knew that was you, Otto. SHE KNEW.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 3:10 pm
[ Courtyard ]Still holding Robert's hand tightly within hers, Mimsy ran alongside him until they reached the pile of infected, where she snatched up the nearest bit of clothing one was wearing and attempted to pull it away one-handed. It was with a greatly pained look that she released his hand and tried again, more successful in her efforts this time. "I want it back, when we are done," she informed Robert, with a sidelong glance and a smile, before her attention was directed towards Jordan. "Is there anything in addition to this that we should be doing to help I did not see--" She meant to finish that sentence, but the physical effort of moving a body took everything out of her. Virus Counter: 0 HP: 51
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 3:28 pm
Despite best efforts, the wall of bodies eventually covered Rep entirely, until there was nothing but piles and piles of infected Hunters.
It would have been flattering if it weren't quite so life threatening.
The crystal that was in Rep's hand immediately shattered on impact, and a single red butterfly escaped from the mob, erratically flying through the air. It made it only a few wingbeats before it dissolved.
Silence.
And then the pile of the network, the infected, around Rep, simply ceased moving. They were not quite dead, but they were not quite fully alive either, somewhere in between. As the network was disconnected entirely, someone stood up where Rep had been.
No.
Something.
It was both horrifying and incredible to look at, staring too close created a sense of intense malevolence, of destruction, hatred, and unlike the focused loathing of revenge, this destruction was chaotic. It did not want something accomplished, it wanted everything ruined.
It stood up, and immediately, red butterflies began to swarm around it, covering all the blackened, shadowed pieces of it until they formed a makeshift dress for the pool of darkness. It took the shape of something female, perhaps, long, long ago. It felt incomplete.
"I will not be caged," it whispered, and the voice to many sounded familiar, "I will not be forgotten."
Immediately those who bore the mark of revenge would feel an intense agony, as if something was squeezing their heart. It lashed out at those under the pretense of protection, making them feel weak, powerless. It ate at those who filed under reflection and pride, sending them to their knees. But to those infected by creation, it simply siphoned all creation out of them.
With that power, it began to move, the entire courtyard caving in a crater around her. Pure destruction. Malevolence. Power. Arcs of thick red laced around it, one of them slicing cleanly through a floor in the dorms, another destroying a wing in the labs. As it continued to gather in power, the destruction continued to rise, coalescing all in one area. Those who were given the antidote, those who were cured, for a moment, would stop, would cease, would turn to it-
- And immediately recognize it for the power that it was. Their eyes turned red. OOC RED EYES VIRUS- Sorry green eyed people, move on over! - If you were CURED from the green virus, oops, now you have red eyes virus. It's pretty much the same beserker rage, but there's also a bit of uh, crudeness involved. And a lot of violence. A lot MORE violence. - All players can freely move around the courtyard OR beach, but the influence of this boss lies everywhere. Even people on the beach are not immune to RED LIGHTNING DESCENDING FROM THE SKY. - If you have the red eyes virus roll 2d12-6. Target any player without the virus. Your HP has been set to 30 for sudden death mode. - You can also attack the ??? boss in the center if you do NOT have red eyes virus. The boss has 50 HP. Perhaps defeating it will.... - As time passes, the more HP the boss has, the more destruction it will cause to Deus. The goal really is to try to get a little less destruction in there. Can't have too much of a good thing.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 3:30 pm
CHANCE - > BEACHHe followed along behind Otto, and gave Dawson, who was still attempting to smush the two women, an amused smile. They were alive, and they were back to themselves, which was reassuring, mostly to Otto, but to Chance as well.
The pie comment was met with a raised eyebrow, Chance turning slowly to look at him.
"Your doing?" he asked lightly. "A nice touch, I have to say. Maebe, glad to see you're all right," he added, genuinely meaning it.
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Bittiface rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 3:38 pm
Otto held her close, relief washing over him. But... geez, she was sticky. That wasn't blood. Oh. Right. The pie. Otto grinned, holding Maebe gingerly, but warmly. He chuckled when he heard Chance comment as well. "What can I say? I like pie." He murmured simply. And then? Everything went very, very wrong. His fingers dug into Maebe's skin, his eyes flashed open, a burning, blood soaked red. Quote: Otto HP 30 Attacking: Maebe Damage: 1 OTTO YOU FINALLY GET GOOD DICE AND U RUIN IT RUIN ITVirus: 0 Status: RED EYES
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 3:39 pm
[ Courtyard ]
"I KNEW YOU WERE MORGANA," Mimsy shouted, with clenched fists and one childish foot-stomp.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 3:43 pm
[COURTYARD]
The infected were too many, too ******** many to cope with and though he thought he could hear voices (could he?) he could only hope, hope that there'd be a way out, a way to get back to Harrison. He clawed, the struggled but it was too much.
Everything went black.
And then everything went red.
HP: 17/60
Damage: -
Runics: Improved Bandages (Bandages: Heal for a quarter of your total HP ) - USED
??? Fragment - Anyone who touches the ??? fragment will be cured of the virus/have their counter go back to 0
Runic Dagger
Melee Dice 2d6-6
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prolixity rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 3:45 pm
[Courtyard/Ground Zero]
Jordan scrambled back as the bodies went limp and something else rose up, and two impulses warred within him even as the courtyard began to cave in. He wanted to throw himself at the burning-red figure, to tear at it and hurt it, but he'd seen, too, where it had coalesced, and a deep sick worry lodged in his chest. His head pounded, and his vision blurred.
The lashing tendrils of red energy decided him. Whatever it was that had descended, it was going to destroy what he still had left of a home if it wasn't stopped. He started toward it. The ground shifted and crumbled under his feet, forcing him to leap back, cursing.
HP: 41/60
Dmg: lol
Virus counter: 35
Runics: Bandages
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its me debz rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 3:45 pm
MORGANA HP: 29kostya - beach -> courtyard It came down on him like a hurricane. Kostya dropped to his knees, his veins set aflame with a pain so pure and intense it set his teeth to grinding, howling ferociously. He did not know what it was but he hated it, the red that struck at the island, the power that so opposed the sort that ran through his veins. Kostya's nose began to bleed once more, and with surprising speed he raced towards the courtyard, stepping over bodies and climbing over obstacles, living or otherwise. He had no weapon in hand, but it mattered not. With eyes black from lid to lid, Kostya launched himself at the source of all his pain. hp 45 damage 21 counter 21 merlin 2/3 merlin shenanigans The desire for vengeance triggers something dormant in them. There is a line of power they can tap into, alive and waiting for them. But it is stronger than they are, and they are not yet a vessel that can easily use it at will. Kostya If Kostya chooses to use Vengeance, his pupils will blacken and his nose start to bleed. 1st attack: add 10 dmg to your roll hit or miss 2nd attack: add 20 dmg to your roll hit or miss 3rd attack: he passes out before he manages it
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