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 Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 6:16 pm
IAN - BEACHIan nuzzled his face against Shiloh's, warm and comforted by the fact that he was here with his fiance, and that Shiloh was no longer attempting to kill him. He lifted a hand and smoothed it over his face, gently running his fingers through his hair.
"I definitely approve of the cake and booze part. Maybe we can have booze in the cake. Or more cake, less booze, and more kisses, because that's really fun too. We'll have to add more sweets too, maybe some pie, who doesn't love pie..."
He allowed Shiloh to pull him up, a little ripple running through him, strangely unsettling. Ian swayed unsteadily on his feet, blinking rapidly, and then lowered his face to meet Shiloh's, a slow smile crossing his face that didn't quite reach his eyes.
Eyes that were burning a bright, brilliant red.Quote: Virus Counter: WELP HP: 10
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 6:21 pm
[courtyard -> beach - Horace] The best offensive was a good defense and the best defense was running the ******** away. Horace was vaguely glad for the runs he'd forced himself to go on in the mornings and during sleepless nights. He didn't have to be faster, he just had to be fast er than everything else. While carrying another hunter who wasn't the tiniest thing in the world. Horace thought he could likely count this as a week's worth of exercise. With a weird, bouncing, step, he tried to hoist Lucky a little higher. Hadn't they... he frowned, dodging a dodgy-looking rock, hadn't he fought this guy over the grail in that weird dream? Hands scraped at his back and he grimaced. It felt wet or something, but was surely just the injured hunter trying to hold on. "Doing okay back there? Hold on." he huffed out. "Ever thought of-" wheeze "-dieting? I can show you a couple?" Horace's sense of humor was awful on the best of days and this was not a 'best' day. It wasn't even an okay one. Quote: COUNTER: 31 HP: 21/50 RUNIC: daggers
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its me debz rolled 2 12-sided dice:
12, 7
Total: 19 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 6:28 pm
beach Others may have thought that violence was their ally, but Leslie had been born into it against his will. It had shaped his every thought, his every hope and fear. Years of bitterness culminated into a wonderful, swelling violence. Otto tackled him to the ground, his back hitting the sand. This was not like fights with Isaac-- a name far away, etched into his skin and muscle memory, but not like this. The wanton destruction Leslie was capable of pushed all other thoughts from his mind, his grey eyes the most lovely red he had ever seen. He wrapped his fingers around Otto's neck, and squeezed. hp 27 target: otto dmg 12 status red eye
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 6:32 pm
"You have it all wrong," she grabbed the chains and twisted them. They did not give in, just yet, "it is what you would destroy."
Before Rep could ask more, she dissolved, thousands of red butterflies. They flew around for a bit before escaping, leaving lying face down in the grass, feeling for the millionth time acutely every single muscle, bone, tissue, in pain.
OOC lingering essence of queen still remains (can still be attacked), in the form of thousands of swirling butterflies. Anger effect persists
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 6:32 pm
SHILOH - BEACHIt should have been of some concern that Ian's eyes were suddenly glowing red. Should have been, but wasn't, because Shiloh was now sporting his own pair of brilliantly crimson peepers. They were staring right back down at Ian, deep into his eyes. It was a beautiful moment, really, eyes met and the both of them grinning maniacally at each other, Shiloh's lip curling into a low snarl. It was love at first bite. Quote: Virus Counter: CODE RED MOUNTAIN DEW HP: 17
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Nio Love rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 11
Total: 18 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 6:35 pm
He expected Quinn to lash out and fight to try and steal what was not his. He expected it, and returned the favor with a vicious punch right into the man's face. Even as he did it, his hands tried to pull Mimsy away from him, scratched and tearing and pulling and claiming - His arm went limp, and he howled with pain, falling to his knees. Jutting out from the muscle was her scissors, wiggling with an unsettling movement as he shook from the pain. He stared at the metal, glinting memories back at him, and his lower lip jutted out in a tiny moment of sadness, before looking back up at her. Why?Quote: Robert: HP: 12 Damage to Quinn: 12 Red Eye
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 6:37 pm
IAN - BEACHIan should have been concerned that Shiloh was staring at him with eyes equally as red as his own. Should have been, but he wasn't, because the red was actually kind of nice, and well, what was another bite here and there when everything was just so wretchedly wrong.
He gave an almighty shove and snapped his teeth at Shiloh. In a very nonzombie-ish way, of course.Quote: Virus Counter: RED EYEEEEES HP: 10
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 6:38 pm
The tables turned. Otto was now in a predicament he'd placed on Chance not even a minute before this. Otto's fury was still ripe, still boiling. However, his life was being squeezed out by a pair of tiny hands. There wasn't left of Otto's strength to fight back with, as he flailed, and thrashed against the offending death grip. His movements, his fight to live, was slowly drained out from his body that gasped in futile effort for air. Choked.. spat... stilled. Otto's red eyes dimmed as the last dregs of strength and air were taken away. His rampage was over. Everything went black.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 6:39 pm
[THE FLOOR]
Rep was almost disappointed as he was denied what in his heart of hearts he was sure he wanted. He ended up face down in the dirt again, feeling about as bad as he looked. Letting out a groan, he curled into a foetal position and tried not to look like a target. He had no idea he'd been possessed or out of the ordinary at all, all that mattered was that the infected were off of him and everything hurt.
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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Lilwolfpard rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 6:41 pm
He was expecting the blow, But what he wasn't expecting was for it to hit at the same force as the previous. Seeing stars wasn't something he had expected either. Making a feeble return, he tried to swat at the many roberts that were now showing up in his vision. Apparently, He missed. Oops. Wrong Robert. Quinn hp: 3 DMG: Zip
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its me debz rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 6:42 pm
beach Leslie smiled, all teeth and crookedness, as the body beneath him went limp. He was so hungry, but there were other bodies to be had. To ruin. To destroy with a vengeance. He picked up Otto by the collar and dropped him, with great satisfaction, onto the two he had been fighting before, and turned to find another, loping towards them with that huge, wide, grin. hp 27 target horace damage 0 status red eye
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Zee Oddwyn rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 6:50 pm
[Courtyard] [Attacking Butterflies for 1 Dmg] He'd asked it once, he'd ask it again. What the everlovinhell was going on?! Green eyes, Red eyes, one guy with black eyes. Some guy came running into the courtyard with a bajillion hunters on his a**, got tied up in chains by a shadowy horror lady who just burst into a bunch of red butterflies. Somehow, through all this, Jacob had managed to avoid any further injuries, though he was worried about Lydia. Some chick had come with an antidote had tended to her, but from what he could see, a few people who'd been cured were now sporting red eyes and one heckuva chip on their shoulder. With his non-broken arm, he swatted at a few of the butterflies flying around, not wanting them to get too close to Aro or Lydia. And dammit, he just wanted to hit something instead of being the one getting hit! "Can you hear us, Lydia?" he asked cautiously, as he managed to bat at least one of the insects out of the air. Take that! Quote: Virus Counter: 30 HP: 40/40 - Broken arm, though
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 6:51 pm
[beach - Horace] Horace had slowed for a bit, his thighs protesting mightily. Briefly, he debated dropping his little bundle of joy hunter-ness somewhere relatively secure, but Lucky had a death grip on him. Then some short-a** punk came up to him out of nowhere with a creepy grin. "Oh hell no, drawing the ******** line at rabid chibis." Horace shoved clumsily at Leslie and tried to run away.... again. Quote: COUNTER: 31 HP: 21/50 RUNIC: daggers
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a-disgruntled-dragon rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 12
Total: 18 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 6:54 pm
[ Bradley - Courtyard]
He wanted destruction, he wanted so much destruction. Everyone was having so much fun. It was such a lovely day, such a great day! It was such a lovely day he charged straight for Gale, making to tackle him to the ground and start walling on him with his fists
He wailed on him, and wailed on him, and wailed on him...
[ Status: RED EYES ]
[ HP: 30/30 ]
[ Damage: 12 ]
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its me debz rolled 2 12-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 6:55 pm
beach Leslie did not respond to the insult, even if he did understand it somewhere in that brain of his, because thank you Abbi.Instead, he swung at Horace once more, something in his hind-brain twitching, his heart-rate accelerating. He wanted to find someone, Leslie knew. Someone he knew. To-- After a pause and an inhuman snarl, he turned to leave, in search of different, more personal prey. hp 26 target horace damage 4 status red eye
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