Practice made perfect. Perhaps Nellie was starting to find her calling as a Moon sub-specialty by the end of this mission.
HP: 24 + 5 = 29
baby_gwing rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-8)
Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 5:13 am
Just a little more to go and she would be about as good as new. It was with that thought in mind that Nellie kept going on.
HP: 29 + 5 = 34
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baby_gwing rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 5:15 am
Deciding that she was done tending to her own injuries for now, Nellie turned to beam at Isaac. "Isaac is welcome." She wasn't very good at patching others up really. But she found herself enjoying the fact that she was able to help others by doing so.
Blushing softly at the peck that she got on her cheek for her efforts, she peered about for a bit before answering. "Nellie thinks that Nellie and Isaac should head back to base to see if there's anything that needs helps with. Could help anyone encountered en route too..."
: Roland stumbled slightly shifting in the rubble of the garden and benches. Jordan moved almost like a cat of prey. Stalking and circling in on a wounded deer. Roland only watched as he drew in for the next attack. He made his move stepping forward lifting Sylvia up to hook her curved blade under the head of Ferro's mallet, tugging the weapon down and to the side pinning it to the floor.
For a moment Roland stood there, staring at Jordan, shoulders squared and chin up defying the other hunter before his whole body seemed to sink down in defeat. "Fine..." he finally muttered, stepping back away from Ferros untangling their weapons as he started to back away. "If you want to go, then go. Break whatever you want, do what you want, but leave the other hunters alone, if that's what you want then do it."
Just don't go and die.
The last part was kept to himself as he turned away walking back out the small side hall and back to the ice rink base.
Roland Stats:
HP: 45/60 DEF: Buff: Intermediate Moon HP Cap +10 and auto +2 Defense Rolls Charges 2/3 Weapon: Nimble Scythe - Double damage to speed types Gear: 1 Flash Light, Barrier Daggers
ENEMY:c Jordan y u kick dog?
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4, 1Total: 5 (2-20)
Kostya tossed his head, try to shake it clear of the cobwebs filtering into his mind but they wouldn't move, black tendrils squeezing tight around everything, drowned out by ragged breathing. His every nerve ending had caught ablaze, seared with the scalding memory of vengeance, sweet and terrible in his veins.
Syntax shifted in hue, filtering blue out until it was almost entirely a pulsating red in the dark, enough to illuminate him in the dim, enough for the cameras to see with no mistake at all the blackness of his eyes, the curl of his lips, the blooded teeth framed in a most hideous smile.
Compromised was the most fitting word-- for so long, Kostya had been subtly led along a path into oblivion that he had contentedly paced, further and further into the unknown. Into the insidious, where he belonged. For months he had belonged truly and entirely to a force unknown, and there was a comfort, in that, the guiding hand of someone-- or, more accurately, something-- that knew better.
But that force did not know better at all.
It knew that it hungered with slavering jaws and snapping teeth, and it had found that hunger in Kostya, too, that starving urge to decimate that which stood in his way. That which had wronged him although he had wronged first.
But it-- that malevolence in him, that dripping fat of succulent fury that fed the beast within and without-- was not the truth of what Kostya needed to survive. It was not the sum of him, it was not the total of his wants and desires, it was not more than a piece of him.
The love in him shined with the brightness of the Deus sky, a cobalt unmarred by skies and untainted, shielded around that which he needed most.
So, his body raged. It destroyed the store with a strength more potent than he'd ever known, and oh, how decadent it was. Nothing had ever felt so good or tasted so sweet than this raw power that tainted the air with ozone and sent Syntax's power crackling through it, too, the electricity jumping from metal to metal with red fury. Kostya was surrounded by nothing but black and red, revenge and destruction, a darkness so familiar and blood the purest sanguine, dripping from his own person.
But he was alone, and there was no living target to be decimated by the force of his twisted ire, and that had to be enough.
kostya
hp 31 fear ss2 remain, gc3 remain
dmg 20
buffs: -2 damage modifier, 4/15 uses spitter = no auto dmg merlin awaits: 1. +10 dmg 2. +20 dmg 3. passed out
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 9:53 am
When they arrived to nothingness Cain was baffled, looking puzzled into the darkness for a minute before Gretchen's words caught up to him. Well. "Yeah.." It was the first time during their adventure that Cain sounded unsure of himself. There was a weird cut to the air in here and it made him nervous, noticeably so. "..Let's do that." Without another word he followed the backing glow towards where they came in at.
His prey knocked his weapon aside, stared at him; then it backed away, turned its back and began to walk away. Jordan grinned and tensed, coiling his muscles to charge after that unguarded back. But a thought moved sluggishly through the blurred mess that was consciousness; he'd told this prey to leave, had intended to let it go. He shouldn't let it go, but he'd decided to do that. He wanted to hurt something, but he hadn't wanted to hurt that one. The warring thoughts held him where he was long enough for the other to move out of easy range, back toward the lights and the noise, the place he didn't want to go back toward.
Jordan stood there for a while, the head of his hammer resting on the floor in front of him, staring into the dark and not thinking. Then he turned and started purposefully off into the dark toward the escalators.
Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 10:48 am
: It wasn't very far to the ice rink, and it took every ounce of courage not to look behind him, to not give Jordan a reason to attack him again. He made his way to the lights, to safety pushing into the camp.
Sylvia vanished the moment he crossed the threshold of the camp, his eyes darting about to find Rep. When no sign of him was found he went to the door knocking against the door, "Rep? Rep, did you see the Cameras? Jordan's out there, whatever that Giggling thing did it's got him infected." He paused, "...Please tell me you have a way to fix it Rep. He's not right, I shouldn't even be standing right now the way he was swinging at me."
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 1:03 pm
ANNOUNCEMENT "-it, s**t, s**t, s**t. Okay. I am not going to ******** around here guys. I just got a ******** look at what we are dealing with. ...******** ******** ********. We are in serious trouble ok, we need to ********... I don't even know, we need to fortify and hold the camp, we need to control the people who are infected. Jordan's infected, if you see him.. treat him as a threat, knock him out. And ********, I don't know if Robert and Mimsy are too, I've no had time to properly review everything, there are a few other people acting weird too. s**t just, if someone is acting hostile or paranoid, treat them with caution. Hold it together if possible. I'm going to head to the main camp, if you find more civilians out there we have antidotes - unreliable ones - they.. they don't ******** work on hunters. Do NOT use them on hunters, they can and will kill you. But for civilians they might help, I can't take any more out. They'll be at the camp. Everything will be at the main camp and I strongly advise withdrawing there." His voice quavered and he paused for a second.
"We'll be fine, we've fought plenty s**t like this, I just hope you guys did your ******** titan training when you had the chance. I'll be at the camp, Rep out."
Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 1:14 pm
Rep opened the door to the CCTV room and leapt back a foot, looking ready to summon Tracey until he realised who it was. He narrowed his eyes at the other man. "You are lucky you are still ******** alive, you should have run a lot faster." He pushed past the other man. "You are probably infected now, don't ******** touch Harrison. If you start getting paranoid, do me a favour and go jump down a hole." The positivity was gone for now and in its wake was all the rage and irritation that he'd been stamping down the whole time. "There's no way to fix it other than knocking him out and I don't even know if that fixes it." He stepped out onto the ice rink, rounding on Ro to yell. "Don't you ******** THINK that I am ********> WORRIED? I CARE about Jordan and he's ******** OUT THERE RUNNING RAMPANT. If there was A WAY TO FIX IT. Don't you think I'd have ******** FIXED IT?"
"The answer is ******** yes. Yes I ******** would have. But there's no way to fix it right now, all I can do is hope ******** getting the attention of the BIG b*****d under our feet will ******** snap him out of it and everyone else! I'm ******** leaving. I wouldn't hang around here when s**t gets going, this place is already falling apart round the edges."
He waited for Harrison to join him, pocketed a walkie talkie, picked up a crate of their runic supplies, slung poor Sasha over his other shoulder, and strode in the direction of the main camp.
The paranoia rose in him like a latent sickness that had always been there, because it had been. What if they knew always lurked at the corners of his mind, and now it roared to the forefront.
He staggered further out, cold and clammy and afraid, the pit of his stomach a frigid knot of anxiety. It was like Russia all over again.
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hp 26 fear chl1, ey2 remain status: infected
buffs: x2 dmg to armored +2 defense
The Semblance of Unity rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-6)
Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 2:32 pm
The thing was damn creepy and it was hard to believe it had once been human. Maybe it was better not to think about its origins, Horace thought as it moved. It fought as though it was invincible, like they were tiny ants and it was a very, very big foot. He breathed out slowly, watching it.
"Lex, I didn't know you had a thing for bears." Horace knew what Lex had meant, of course, but even in the midst of fighting, he couldn't pass up a good poke at the other hunter. He moved closer to Nora. He'd seen the thing slice into her arm like it was playdough and the infected was an over-enthusiastic child. "You ok? I can try a heal if you need it?"
HP: 33/40 DMG: -- DEFENDING: Nora for 3 CHG: 3/3 LAUGHING TYPE HP: 106/150 AUTO DMG: -- Status: he said he was a palindrome, not a racecar
BUFFS: accuracy: -5 modifier to rolls (2/10 uses) speedy: x2 damage against speedy zombies
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hayyy gurl i got a heal charge if nora wants it next round
His chest felt simultaneously cold and wet but much too hot, the area where he had been slashed at burning. He didn't want to look though, didn't want to acknowledge....
He looked anyways.
Tattered cloth hung around a wound that did not, by itself, appear too serious (likely thanks to his shield). But that was not all there was too it, of course. On the outer edges, his flesh appeared darker than it should have, but perhaps that was just a trick of the dim light from the few flashlights and the runes of their weapons. Maybe he was just seeing things.
His hand pressed against the area and he winced, his teeth clenching together tight. His head began to swim with dizziness, and he had to remind himself to breathe, just breathe, and relax, no matter how foul the air around him.
For the moment he had lost concentration on everything and everyone around him, too focused on his own surge of worry. When he focused again, it was to see Lex and Horace once again doing what they could, to give he and Nora that opening that they could use to attack.
He hissed out a breath, hand falling away from his chest, and both fists raised as the runes on his gauntlets began to burn bright, the very air around his crossbows soon crackling with energy as electricity formed into bolts.
His head swam again, emotion flared, and his aim changed just a split second before the charge was let loose, lightening coursing through the air and finding it's first target, Lex, before moving to it's second, the giggling infected that continued to plague them like some unstoppable beast, until finally it arced and collided with a third, Horace.
Thomas was breathing heavily when it was over, his fists lowered. "S-sorry." He gasped, giving his head a small shake. "That wasn't...I..." he seemed disoriented, and was definitely no longer the laughing, enthusiastic man he had been moments before.
HP: 15 Damage: To Lex: 1 + 2 = 3 To Laugher: 10 To Horace: 1 / 2 = 0.5 (round up to 1)
Without apparent provocation, Al went from idle threats to suddenly lashing out at Noah with Nuru as if his life depended on it. "NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!" He shreiked, "Why? WHY? WHY?!" It sounded more like Noah was the one attacking him... rather than the other way around.
HP - 43/50 DMG - 16 - Really Al? TAR - Noah CRG - 1/3 BUFF - Death Intermediate: -2 from damage modifier 12/15 Melee weapon: Double damage against ARMOURED type.
The sudden attack didn't quite come out of nowhere, but still Noah hadn't really expected it. Stars exploded across his vision as Nuru made contact, and Noah staggered back with a weak yelp, summoning automatically. In his head, Laz snarled and barked ferociously, the sense of him bristling and furious.
"Why did, don't," Noah pleaded. "I don't want you to be hurt, I'm not going to hurt you." He brought Laz up in a defensive stance in front of him and glanced around wildly for anyone who might be able to help. His shield was still low, and that hit had been a heck of a lot harder than usual.
HP: 1/40 neutral Defending for: 6 Charge: 0/3
Buffs: Extra item use: +1 use of runic item Melee weapon: Double damage against armoured type
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