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Bloodlust Dante rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-16)
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 Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 4:06 pm
 And then Jerry got bit, right on the buttcheek. "Stay away from my tree!" he said in a clipped warning to the invading hunter/ beast. and swerved abck toward the one that attacked him earlier. the bitchy monster that needed a swift paw to the face. "Look here, i dont know what the Jack you're talking about. if you're looking for a fight , i got no problem tearing you apart, limb from pathetic looking limb." he yapped back and snubbed her, by thwapping her with his tail. (( OOC: Character Name: Damien HP: 20/40 Target: Jerry Damage: 5 Effect: insanity – 4 day duration Attackers: 1/3 (Willow)
Attacking: 3/3 (Mort, himself and Jerry) Bilious Dante's character Damien is attacking Jerry for 5 damage Quote: damien; a humanoid looking dog student with green tipped canine ears, tail and smoke producing green eyes.
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LP rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 4:09 pm
Willow's tail thrashed as she lunged for another attack. Aiming for a hunter she knew to be the culprit of all this weapon turning. Her tail trashed as she aimed her claws for him.------------------------ (( OOC:Character Name: Willow HP: 40/40 Target: Caelius Damage: 8 - 6 = 2 Effect: Insanity Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3 Attacks: 3/3)) ZOOBEY LP's character Willow is attacking Caelius for 2 damage! Appearance Large Golden Tiger, looking pissed off.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 4:13 pm
Suddenly, there were hands in her chest. Hands. In her chest! A horrified gurgle bubbled from the hole in her neck, releasing his scarf as if burned. That...That Hunter...was putting his dirty hunter hands in...in...!
"Iiiiii beeeeg yooour Paaardonn!" She hissed out in extreme offense, her voice gaining a dual tone torn between the broken vocals of the body and something else, something more androgynous.
And then she slapped him with her stump.
------------------------ (( OOC: Character Name: Amrita ( Halloween) HP: 43/50 Target: Juuuuude Damage: -- Effect: Insanity (1 IC week) + Confusion Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 1/3 )) Appearance Amrita is a 5'5" Patchwork (Currently) with the left side of her skull showing and backwards hands and feet. She is dressed similar to this but without the yellow jacket and in a tank top instead. She's got some vines crawling under her skin, and a bright red flower poking out of her eyesocket. And is now missing her right hand. Literally.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 4:16 pm
Somewhere deep inside, buried down low beneath the loud whispers and the all encompassing pain, Alexander knew that this was wrong. He knew that Yin wouldn't hurt him like this, that the other boil wouldn't just leave him without a good reason, that he didn't hate Yin, not even in the slightest. But that Alex was being drowned out by the insanity, and that Alex didn't get a say in what was happening right now. The zomboil smirked, crossing his arms over his bare and bloodsplattered chest, stretching himself up to his full height, looking down at Yin like he was so much better then him, though the thought of normal Alex ever doing such a thing or acting in such a way was laughable. He had gotten the reaction that he wanted. Yin was hissing in anger. The other boil had been so hoping that Alexander would just leave him so that he could be free and---- A clawed hand was suddenly lashing out towards him, and before Alex could even try to stumble back and away Yin had ahold of his tie. Oh, well, s**t. He was being yanked forward, forced to stoop down low so that this face was mere centemeters away from Yin's, eyes locked steady on one anothers. Under other circumstances, this might have actually been kind of hot. Yin was speaking, and what he had to say didn't make any sense either. Alex's face hardened. So, that's how it was going to be then. Niether one of them willing to give the other the room to move and escape this sham of a relationship. The voices in his head were trying to tell him something, the rage was thrumming through him. Find a new target, this one wasn't worth his time anymore. There were others he could be destroying instead of having this hate filled discussion right here and now with his bonded. Slowly, though his eyes were still glaring at the other boil, he smiled. "Well then what are we even doing taking about it?" He spat out. "Lets go and kill some jacking humans. I don't suppose you'd give me a kiss for good luck?" He might have leered a little at that, knowing full well that there was no way in jacking hell that was ever going to happen but not being able to resist one last jab at Yin before getting away. But really, their faces were just sooooo close together at this point. ------------------------ OOC: Character Name: Alexander HP: 37/40 Target: Yin I guess Damage: mental scarring? More to hiimself then to Yin, I think Effect: Insanity Effect - 4 days Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 3/3 (Meixing, Sydney, Yin) Number of Attacks Use: 3/3 ramenli Is this what it's going to be like when Yin gets his wings? Appearance Alex is a 6'1" rageful zombie wearing nothing but faded and tattered blue jeans and half a tie. He is covered in smelly rotten blood splatter and has white hair with black streaks.
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Syusaki rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 4:19 pm
Somewhere along the line, Wilson finally realized that scratching at his face was not smart and that maybe putting his mask back on would be a very wise decision. Huffing, the trainee reached up to pull his mask over his face again and turned around to search out another target.
(( OOC:
Character Name: Wilson (Hunter)
HP: 47/50
Effect: Insanity (1 day)
Attacks: 2/3
Attacked by: 3/3 (Shun, Dev, Fallow)
Items: charge packet x1, barrier dagger x1 )) Appearance He is approx.. 5’10” and is wearing a gasmask and has bladed cannons over his arms. He’s also toting a gas tank on his back.
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Boozver rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 4:20 pm
Even out of the fog, Wylfenne still felt their head swimming. It seemed that the battle was still on - everyone was engaged in bellicose activities - attacking and fighting back, although it all seemed even more chaotic than it was supposed to be.
Suddenly memories of all the battles of the last few days rushed through them. They remembered one of the Hunters - yes, suddenly the fog seemed to shape into his face, and for a moment, it looked to the fay that this face was grinning.
Without further hesitation they prepared to deliver a blow.....
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LP rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 4:20 pm
Aleister looked around almost timidly despite feeling... quite upset. He was trying to figure out what to hit.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 4:20 pm
"Graaa!" Finally a handle on his prey. Now if only he'd stop squirming . . .
And then something else had the indecency to try and rip his head off at the neck, and blindly he kicked backwards at the student until he heard the hellhound had diverted his attention else ******** YOU ALL THIS HUNTER WAS HIS.
Now with no more distractions, Mort glared at the thrashing prey in his grasp, licking his lips as he tried to get a second grip on the boil's shoulder to still his arm. "One of ussssss," he hissed. Tha twas the solution - eat or convert all into zombies.
Granted that wasn't how zombies actually were created, but maybe the Hunter didn't know that.
HP: 27/40
Attack Turns: 3/3
# of People Attacking Me: 1/3 (Otto; Damian fled to different target, no second targeting from Harrison)
(( Mort is 5'6", wearing jeans/sneakers/hoodie/graphic shirt/beanie sorta like from headshot. Currently looks very rabid and hungry, and rather bloody as well. ))
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kalindara rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 4:22 pm
The phoenix fell form the sky. It wasn't what Aurian had intended - she didn't want it dead, just not causing its Insanity in her home. Her bottom lip quavered as she wondered if they'd done the wrong thing. She regretted trying to attack the phoenix. At least, she regretted it until she realised that the phoenix was falling apart but not disappearing. Large trails of fog broke off and lashed out. A thick tail of fog hit Aurian in the face. Something hot bubbled up in her chest. A snarl distorted her features as she swung her head, eyes narrowing in on the figures closest to her. It was their fault. Everything that had happened. They'd pay. They would all pay. ------------------------ OOC: Character Name: Aurian HP: 30/30 Target: n/a Damage: n/a Effect: Insanity for one IC day Number of times Aurian has attacked others: 0/3 Number of times Aurian has been attacked: 0/3 Appearance Aurian is a busty Reaper in a skimpy black outfit, wielding a large double-ended scythe. She has glowing red eyes and waist-length blue->green hair (yay gradients!).
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 4:23 pm
"SAMMY!" Israfel screamed as she was set on fire from within. Why had she done that? Did she want to die? Did she? Anger pour out of him as he ripped off his coat and shoved it into the flames, trying to smother them. "YOU IDIOT."
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Syusaki rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 3
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 4:24 pm
There was a familiar shade of light green in the corner of his vision. If Wilson took off his mask the light green would turn white. He turned toward it and his eyes moved left and right until he settled on the familiar figure of a trainee with twin scythes on the back of his coat. Wilson squinted his eyes as he tried to remember the hunter’s name. Al…Al…Oh goddammit. He was just going to hit you, okay? He angrily smacked Aleister with his cannons.
(( OOC:
Character Name: Wilson (Hunter)
HP: 47/50
Target: Aleister
Damage: 7
Effect: Insanity (1 day)
Attacks: 3/3
Attacked by: 2/3 (Shun, Dev, Fallow)
Items: charge packet x1, barrier dagger x1 )) LP Syu's character Wilson is attacking Aleister for 7 damage! (sorry bro 8Da) Appearance He is approx.. 5’10” and is wearing a gasmask and has bladed cannons over his arms. He’s also toting a gas tank on his back.
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LP rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 4:25 pm
Aleister was spinning Pookie, around and ended up hitting himself in the face with the spikey parts. "OW!!!!"------------------------ (( OOC:Character Name: Aleister HP: 30/40 Target: Himself. Damage: 9 - 6 = 3 Effect: Insanity Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 1/3 (Wilson?) Attacks: 1/3 )) OPPONENT'S PLAYER LP's character Aleister is attacking himself for 3 damage! Appearance Blonde hunter with violet eyes
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 4:26 pm
One of us...? Oh God.Otto might have been terrified if he weren't so angry. He kicked and punched at the zombie as he started to panic. "I DON'T WANNA BE A ZOMBIE! HELP! I NEED AN ADULT! I NEED AN ADULLLLT!!!" Otto screamed, not entirely certain his pelas would be heard amongst the chaos of the so called battle. OOC:
Character Name: Otto
HP: 41/50
Target:
Damage:
Attackers: 2/3 (Aisa, Mort)
Attacking: 3/3 All Done Attacking for damageAppearance 17 years old, 5'5", Blonde hair, Blue eyes, grumpy expression, skater clothes. Fights with a 6 foot boomerang.
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Boozver rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 4:29 pm
OnionGrump Boozver's character Wylfenne is attacking Ryan for 0 damage! ........ as the fog shaped into the familiar figure, Wylfenne scowled and jumped forward. Their sword clinked painfully, and the whole battlefield suddenly started playing an unfamiliar battle hymn. Jingle bells. Jingle nells. It all seemed absolutely wrong. Wylfenne has lost their will to fight. Wylfenne has lost their skill to fight. A careless puppeteer was moving their limbs, making them act, making them stab and kill. Stab? Kill? Was that supposed to be a murderous intent? The fae missed - their sword being as misguided as their head. (( OOC: Character Name: Wylfenne HP: 25/30 HP Target: Ryan Damage: 0 Attacks used: 2/3 Effect: INSANE Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 1/3 (myself)) APPEARANCE Wylfenne is a dark-haired pale fae in white robe and spiky black armour.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 4:29 pm
"YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WANTED THE HUNTERS TO LIVE!" Shehk shrieked suddenly at Israfel. "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED? IS THIS WHAT WE DESERVED?" She was clutching her head, still making that shrill noise as she paced around Riley again and again and again and again.
Riley, Riley, Riley, Riley.
Home.
Home!
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