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prolixity rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 12
Total: 14 (2-24)
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 Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 3:00 pm
-- JORDAN IS AFFLICTED WITH THE PARANOIA VIRUS --For the first time in their partnership, Jordan fought Ferros. He needed to summon, and Ferros was refusing him. "Not you, you can't, you're the only one left," he pleaded. The ring glowed steadily and remained on his finger. The shock of the second shot hitting him distracted them both, and Ferros's attention wavered long enough for Jordan to push past his weapon's resistance, to summon and swing in a single fluid motion long enough to make impact. STOP, Ferros roared, and desummoned again. YOU MUST NOT!Jordan whimpered and clutched at his head, going to one knee, the conflict between the paranoid need to fight and his instinctive, reflexive trust in his weapon spiking into physical pain and a confusion intense enough to freeze him in place. HP: 12/60 Dmg: 8 Target: Melvin Charge: 0/3 Quote: He can't recognize friend from foe, and everyone to him looks terrifying. There is no hunger however, just paranoia, an extreme case of it. He has half his HP and can attack as per usual. If he does more than 10 damage in a single turn, anyone surrounding him also contracts that paranoia (can't tell friend from foe/ everyone looks like a terrifying enemy), at half health. If anyone with the virus reaches 0 HP, they can be KO'ed to be treated the same way. Anyone who contracts the virus also spreads it by dealing more than 10 damage in a single turn.Anyone with this strain of virus should post that they have the paranoia virus in bold goldenrod + in ooc below list its effects! This virus cannot overlap with the existing one.
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Nothing Yet rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 3:06 pm
The fight against the weight of the one she was stuck with was growing continually more fruitless, and Mimsy grew continually more frustrated, lashing out with reckless abandon. The accuracy of her attacks dropped significantly in turn - the most she managed to accomplish was an occasional brush of her fingertips against someone's leg, or a pathetically gentle smack to their feet. She whined and screamed and pulled against the restraints, furious at their existence, hating whatever did this, whatever kept her from food. Something struck her again, barely a graze, then another, carrying slightly more force. She ground her teeth together and hissed through them in the direction of her attacker, stupid food that took advantage of her, panting irritably as her body began to slow. Why was she stopping? There was still so much food to eat! There had to be food somewhere! She could get away from this thing, she could, she just needed the chance, just... With one last rattling breath, she closed her eyes and curled against her captor. There was still so much to be eaten, so much to consume, but maybe...this had been enough. (In the darkness she found the friend who promised to wait for her, in a place she always felt right at home. She found FEAR in all of its glorious facets, and a veritable wonderland of understanding for emotion, emotion as energy, emotion as a life force, emotion as the sole seed of knowledge and creation. She found that she could wander forever, without ever feeling lost, without ever lacking that sense of discovery. She found everything she thought she ever needed. Almost.) A smile spread across an unconscious Mimsy's lips, and she leaned her head against the shoulder of the body next to her. HP: hella dead
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 3:06 pm
cherno astra The desire for vengeance triggers something dormant in Kostya. There is a line of power he can tap into, alive and waiting for him. But it is stronger than he is, and he is not yet a vessel that can easily use it at will. Quote: If Kostya chooses to use Vengeance, his pupils will blacken and his nose start to bleed. 1st attack: add 5 dmg to your roll hit or miss 2nd attack: add 10 dmg to your roll hit or miss 3rd attack: he passes out before he manages it
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chirigami rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 3:14 pm
Mimsy was down, more down than he expected (did he just kill her? Hopefully not. She was still fine, right? Errrr......) But that still left a few other in the little zombie horde to thin out and knock out. Well, where he was anyways. (There was a whole mess of another fight somewhere else from the sounds of it, one he wasn't totally sure about). But in his corner, there was a slightly large problem, namely Old Man Robert... who was a big fellow - though, he wouldn't count out Shu entirely, she was small and could potentially be quick.
"Oh, dude, Konstantin!" Milo was relieved to see him and was totally oblivious to his sort of status effects. He was just happy for the extra help. Especially when his next swing didn't connect at all against the large infected Hunter.
"Saaaah ~" The Sun grunted in disappointment and braced himself for the worst.Quote: attacking: Robert damage: nope hp: 50 charge: 2/3
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 3:20 pm
Not far, was the actual answer. Harland, forgetting about the infected hunter in armour, heard Alistaire's voice and honestly he thought Alistaire was going to berate him for the hug in public-- Harland would take the reprimanding, though; he thought he was going to die, in all honesty. He was grateful he had the opportunity to both hug him and be chastised for it. He made his way to Alistaire, raising Coyote to deflect the chains and knives as he did. "Right here, mo chroí," Harland said, gently. "Are ye injured?" Harland asked, brows knit together in concern.kuroopu Mini tag <3 on phone. To summarize my end: Harland found a flashlight, tried to hand it to Alistaire, something grabbed him and started to drag him off, when the lights came back on he wad still in A and fine but dazed. He came back to Alistaire, hugged him and buried his face into his neck, then went to fight an infected hunter. Now he's coming back to Alistaire <3
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 7
Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 3:26 pm
Jordan was still trying to fight hi. But maybe the contamination made it hard for him to keep his connection with his weapon. It kept phasing in and out and Jordan did not seem to be in a struggle in wanting to hurt him as he grunted and the held his head. He just seems to be hurting.
[maroon]We have to out him down. He'll turn like that woman and hurt people and then he might not be able to be decontaminated. There isn't many of you humans left to do the dirty work. He'll infect you too."
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"I don't want to do this." He said. To her. To Jordan.
It's to help him. To save him. To save the others.[/marron]
"I don't save people. They just get hurt around me."
You're a hunter. Your career is hurting things. You bed to protect yourself.
"Because she isn't here anymore."
He moved to Jordan as te Sun clutched his head and Melvin tried to look at his eyes. "If you g..If you go. If you leave like her..."
he pointed the gun at Jordan's head.
"I'll wait for you." His eyes looked down, shoulders hunched and eyes stinging.
Why was he even in Life?
The grin in his gun was weak and he gritted his teeth and looked back up at him. "I'll wait for ALL of you."
He fired straight at the Sun's face.
HP: 42/50 Dmg: 11 Target: Jordan Charge: 3/3
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 3:26 pm
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baby_gwing rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 3:44 pm
Nellie almost gave a shriek when she saw Zascha make a grab for her ankle. That was close. Too close. Scrambling back some more, she watched him closely as she got onto her knees. She could do this. She would duke it out with him until she got him back to his normal self.
She nodded a few times at Niffy's words, clenching her fingers tightly together before pulling back to throw a punch at the angle of his jaw as soon as he came close enough for her.
HP: 34/40
Target: Zascha
Damage: 6
Charge: 2/3
Yayoi Gonna try to knock him out rather than drag him over to the gas chamber decontamination room? =3
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 4:16 pm
-- PEYTON IS AFFLICTED WITH THE PARANOIA VIRUS --She remembered the impact of her fist against Rep's chin, and then something different. Unknown and foreign, it had been distracting enough to temporarily render the dainty Sun motionless. An indescribable warmth seemed to have seeped into her core, penetrating out and out to the tips of her fingers, the soles of her feet, until it felt as if her veins ran warm. Blinking, brows creased as she brought her attention up from hr hands to take in the chaos breaking out around her, and what she saw... Noah, retreating into the crowd. Running away. Away from her. "Noah!" Fear curled up with in her, fueled by the infection, and she screamed after him as he slipped away into the crowd. "NOAH!" Where was he going? Why was he leaving?! He was going to get hurt. He was.. He.. A flash of wide, hazel eyes stole her attention and she turned, l staring up at America. Her best friend, her partner. Moon wife. A broken, panicked look flicked across freckle kissed features as she made a hapless gesture in the direction Noah had disappeared. Then she saw it. A soft flash of darkness. Red encroaching on soft hazel. "No..." No, not again. Pale features contorted, lips peeling back in a manic sneer, and Peyton's heart sank. America was lost. Had been lost since her mission to Russia. Whatever had crawled into her friend in that underground maze had taken root, and it was surfacing now. Lost. She was lost. Broken. Beyond repair. A liability. "America." The red-head took off running, cold laughter ringing out through room. "I won't let you hurt anyone else. I promise." Heart breaking, her pulse deafening in her ears, Peyton sprinted after the moon, tracking her through the first floor, headed towards the stairwell where the osund of foot falls has faded. "I promise!" HP: 51 DMG: CHG: 3/3 | 0/3 Quote: He can't recognize friend from foe, and everyone to him looks terrifying. There is no hunger however, just paranoia, an extreme case of it. He has half his HP and can attack as per usual. If he does more than 10 damage in a single turn, anyone surrounding him also contracts that paranoia (can't tell friend from foe/ everyone looks like a terrifying enemy), at half health. If anyone with the virus reaches 0 HP, they can be KO'ed to be treated the same way. Anyone who contracts the virus also spreads it by dealing more than 10 damage in a single turn.Anyone with this strain of virus should post that they have the paranoia virus in bold goldenrod + in ooc below list its effects! This virus cannot overlap with the existing one.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 4:17 pm
It wasn't long before Oliver found her, and Lydia graced his sudden presence with a large grin. "Oh! Hello!" She chirped out cheerfully. "I knew you would be okay~" She seemed awfully cheerful considering the pandemonium that had just occurred. "I was just helping Mar--" At this, she turned her head towards where the Death assistant had been sitting, only to see that he was nowhere to be found. "Heeeeeeyyyyy!" She exclaimed, immediately getting to her knees and crossing her arms over her chest. She made a mental note to add super ninja like stealth to her personal file on the man, before ducking out from under the table with a shake of her head that sent pale blue curls flying. Already the disheveled type, Lydia now also had some amount of blood staining her hands to go with that which was already on her face and jacket, likely coming into contact with it when she had been groping around a body searching for a weapon. "Well, I was helping him. Mark I mean." She scooted out all of the way before pushing herself to her feet, reaching up to adjust her glasses as she looked around, though before she could ask a more than obvious question about the whereabouts of their third group member, she heard a voice bellowing over the din of fighting hunters and infected. "Oh! OVER HERE!" She began waving her arms over her head, turning towards where she heard the shouting and spying Arorangi amongst all of the chaos. Reaching over to grab for Oliver's wrist to pull him along, she began to jog across the floor to where Aro was, stopping when they were a few paces away. "Arohaina mai~" She said, by way of apologizing for having taken off in the middle of everything. "But see, I am fine! And so is Oliver!" She reached over to clap him on the back, grinning from ear to ear.
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 7
Total: 13 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 4:23 pm
America cursed softly at her phone. People may treat twitter as a waste of time, but honest to ******** god it was the only real use for the goddamn things. Peering around the corner of the stairwell, she caught sight of Peyton, caught some of what she was calling out and then summoned Stryker up again. In following her, the blonde had separated them just enough from the rest for America to decide to stay and fight Peyton down to sanity, rather than run again. She didn't bother speaking or announcing herself, America simply attacked her Sun and did not think of all the ways in which this was familiar. HP: 60 Target: Peyton Dmg: 7 Charge: 1/3
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 4:37 pm
"Attention!" the speaker screeched, loudly, and then it was Mark's voice all over again, the unsuspecting harbinger of rampant zombie chaos, "do not approach the infected, I repeat, do not approach the infected. Lead them to room C, and just hang around in there. We'll deal with the rest."
There was a pause, and a click. "Wow," continued Mark on the microphone, having assumed he had actually turned it off, "I'm surprised this is still working." OOC: THE WRAP UP PART 3 : THE WRAP UPIf you are INFECTED (and unconscious) you finally wake up, feeling not too shabby. There may still be the taste of (your own) blood in your mouth though (and possibly other people's). gaia_crown [ INFECTED ] If you are INFECTED and not cured, all it requires is for anyone and I mean ANYONE to drag you into room C. All is fair in orp love and war. If you are infected please post in BRIGHT RED AT THE TOP OF YOUR POST you have an infection. Anyone can then quote you, and roll 1d6. You can improvise, including using Runic weapons, but basically if you roll 1 or 6, you manage to wrangle one of the infected into room C. As long as you are successful in doing this, just rp dragging them there, where you and the person will be decontaminated surprise! After that you and the contaminated can just exit back into Room A. Anyone who was bitten still has a butterfly-shaped marking (just on one spot okay don't be super special here this isn't Bleach). gaia_crown [ ANTIVIRUS ] If you are not involved with any infected parties, they also need more ANTIVIRUS injections to be made. You are allowed to keep any you make, up to 3 at a time. They look like a small container that when you open it, has a three-prong shaped object. Just stick it into someone and it will cure them until the next time a GM event happens. You can use this an any orp following/coming up/ event rp you want. It only lasts for the duration of the event @ antivirus. To create an antivirus, simply roll 1d6. Roll another 1d6 and try to match your first dice. If you do this successfully you have made an antivirus. YES IT IS INTENTIONALLY DIFFICULT AS THIS IS A SPECIAL PLOT MECHANIC THAT WILL BE QUITE USEFUL LATER. You can only roll each dice once, so if you roll 5 and then 6, that is a FAIL, and you'll have to try again from the first roll. You are basically trying to match two opposing runes to create the cylinder to contain the antivirus without breaking it. If you break it, nothing happens, other than your hands glowing a nice green for a while. Incidentally if you successfully make one and just want to use it on someone in the room you can do that instead of dragging them to room C. Have fun and good luck! The next post will be in 24 hours from and signal the final wrapup! If you missed a few posts it's not a problem, you can simply solo/ rp it out their reactions of what happened during allt he zombie chaos. Summary: Hunters were supposed to go contain the infected in an asylum but the lights turned out. Several infected were released during the lights out and many people got infected. The lights are back on, but there is still clean up to be done!
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Beejoux rolled 11 4-sided dice:
3, 4, 1, 1, 1, 3, 1, 3, 3, 2, 1
Total: 23 (11-44)
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 4:38 pm
-- PEYTON IS AFFLICTED WITH THE PARANOIA VIRUS --The telltale clink of the chain was all the warning Peyton would get before Stykar was slamming into her, and driving her back. It hurt, but that pain was last behind the much greater acceptance of reality. America was gone. Whatever ******** up s**t had infected the both of them, it had crawled beneath Amerca's skin and taken root in the taller woman's core. She had taken it with her to Russian, She had spread it to the rest of the mission party. She had to be stopped. "I won't let you become this." The heavy weight of Strykar was kicked away. "I won't let you hurt anyone else. I promise." Warrick...She could feel the charge, it had buzzed through her head for the last twenty minutes or so, but the demon was unusually tight lipped. Warrick.It came with a thread of reluctance, dread, like a taste at the back of her mouth, but as that FEAR spread like a warm rush through her tiny body it was easy to overlook. Energized, she dug into the grimy floor to kick off, sprinting at the taller girl with weapons raised. And she have been at the mercy of this attack before. She knew the rapid speed, the powerful strikes as they tore through her shield, digging for the woman beneath. HP: 23 DMG: 16 CHG: 0/3 | 1/3 Target: Moon-wife Quote: He can't recognize friend from foe, and everyone to him looks terrifying. There is no hunger however, just paranoia, an extreme case of it. He has half his HP and can attack as per usual. If he does more than 10 damage in a single turn, anyone surrounding him also contracts that paranoia (can't tell friend from foe/ everyone looks like a terrifying enemy), at half health. If anyone with the virus reaches 0 HP, they can be KO'ed to be treated the same way. Anyone who contracts the virus also spreads it by dealing more than 10 damage in a single turn.Anyone with this strain of virus should post that they have the paranoia virus in bold goldenrod + in ooc below list its effects! This virus cannot overlap with the existing one.
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its me debz rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 4:44 pm
Leslie had lost Abbi, just for a little, and so he listened to what the a*****e on the intercom said, fumbling with the runes. Well, s**t. He guessed Noah had been right, about rocks running everything. ayeavast can assume she's wherever!
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its me debz rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 4:47 pm
********. Failure. With trembling hands, he grabbed for another stack.
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