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Daffupanda rolled 3 6-sided dice:
1, 3, 5
Total: 9 (3-18)
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 Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 4:24 am
Chaos. Sheer, utter chaos. Not like there hadn't been chaos before, but still, now that even more students had joined them, Gabrian felt a rather strong need to grab Io, Alessa and Quarria (or rather, he would have felt the need if the dragon hadn't been so damned big) and shove them away to relative safety until things calmed down. Unfortunately for him, he was in no place to really manage that.
Not only that, but even if he HAD been in a place to do something about it all, he still wouldn't have managed. Fights had never been his forte unless they were of a verbal kind!
He jumped back away from his sister as the icicle crashed down between them, hissing disapprovingly before turning to glare at the robot. Had his sister not warned him, he'd have taken much more damage, that was for sure. Unfortunately, all the chaos meant that the toy he'd grabbed from his sack was aimed rather poorly and missed.
Gabrian's HP: 18
Damage: ODD - miss
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Smerdle rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 6:49 am
Inspired by Belladonna's swift kick to the robot's face, West scooped up two wayward icicles and ran up to the pink menace, stabbing the frozen death sticks into every part of the enemy he could reach. He punctuated his stabs with shouts of "DIE DIE DIE," sheer happiness blooming on his face as the slaughter persisted. The sting of an icicle grazing his face caused him to stop and remember where he was. West backed away from the carnage, an almost sheepish expression on his face.
West's HP: 14
Damage: 4
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Beejoux rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 8:54 am
A wave of relief hit the ghoul as the bell's magic went to work patching up the fallen raum. Intellectually she'd known it'd do it's job, but there had been a tightness in her chest, a hard knot of concern, all the same. With him healed a bit and climbing back up to his feet with Belle beside him, that knot eased. She smiled at him as he nodded to her, and when his wings flared to shield her she reached out to rest the dark tips of numbing fingers against the softness of the feathers.
Of course even shielded she wasn't fully protected, not from the rain of pink icicles that broke from the ceiling. A single sharp edged spear hit her squarely on the hand she'd extended out to to Braum's wings, knocking it away from the comforting touch of black silk and sending a stinging wave of pain all the way up her arm. It made her gasp, breath hissing out between suddenly clenched teeth as she cradled the hand in her lap. Not a severe wound, but it would bruise, and EVERYTHING hurt ten times worst when said targeted body part is cold.
For a moment before the minor hit she had debated forgoing using the bell on herself in an effort to help the others finish the robot off. It was on it's last leg, that was clear enough, and an extra hit would help. But.. The mirid was in pretty bad shape. Bleeding from brow, cheek and shoulder, bruised and battered. She had make shift bandages covering the worst of her wounds, but they were old and soaked through. She needed the help. If she got herself knocked out, or worst, she'd be no help to anyone. Worst, Braum would feel guilty.
The ring of her bell was like sweet music, and as the sound reached her ears she could feel a wave of warmth spread from core to extremities. There, then gone, like the teasing breath of summer. As it faded, so too did some of the pain. Her shoulder hurt, but no longer ached, no longer felt numb. Her head felt.. better, and a touch against the bottom lip of the bandage came away clean of fresh blood. She wasn't whole, but she was a lot better off then she was a moment ago.
Stowing the bell back within the safety of an inner pocket, the demoness got to her feet in time to see Belle cartwheeling forward to drive the points of her heels into the robot's 'face'. It was impressive, a very good hit, but she some how doubted Braum would be pleased that she'd darted forward. Half proud, half terrified. That seemed more likely.
Hadiyya's HP: 12 - 1 + 5 = 16
Healed 5
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Trira rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 12:12 pm
(I'm pretty sure we just PWN'D the robot (Unless my math is wrong, but better overkill then not! (Doesn't matter anyway, since Quarria can't roll anything over six half the time. XD;; )
As she'd thought before, sometimes being a thirty-foot long serpent was inconvient in battles, since dodging was practically impossible against wide-spread attacks. Such as this annoying rain of icicles. Enough managed to crunch against her scales that, even though each barely hurt her, they managed to do one point of damage against her. Of course, in this kind of situation, Quarria was also happy she was a huge dragon-serpent, since she had built-in armor.
As each student began to mercilessly attack the robot, Quarria's feather frill raised in excitement. The Santa Scout Elf-thing was taking such a beating from the students that the amphithere's logic began calculating up the damage points, and estimations of how many points each student before her had done. If her calculations were correct, then the student who was stabbing the robot with icicles and yelling at it to die, would have managed to just finish the Door Boss.
Quarria herself was rearing up to attack, but then reconsidered and looked around at her companions with a light laugh, "Well, I think that we've won, my friends!" And began lookign around to see if there was any way to get to the loot they had heard about. (Naturally, she would care. After all, most dragons have a habit of hoarding 'loot' and the Amphithere felt that if her natural ability had been working, she would have 'swallowed' as much stuff that she could fit in her mouth. (Fun Fact: Amphitheres have a large chamber in their bodies which they store treasure in, after looking as if they've eaten it all, when really they've just swallowed it to move it into their storage chamber, as they don't have any limbs to carry their loot with.)
Quarria's health: 18 points.
Damage to SSSP: 0 points. But it kind of doesn't matter now. XD;
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 10:48 pm
The control panels glass shattered all around the pink scout. With multiple hits to the glass it wasn't going to hold up after all. All kinds of cursing could be heard coming from the c**k pit as the bot sparked and sputtered about.
"WHAT HAVE YOU CHILDREN DONE TO MY BOT!" The.. wait a minute.. with out the glass it was clear that the deep voiced scout was not a he... but a she? Did Dr. Girlfriend have a long lost cousin or something? "IM NOT GOING DOWN ON MY OWN! IM TAKING YOU BRATS WITH ME!!!"Before the bot sparks its last spart the pink scout hits a button. All the glowing pink icicles fall blocking ALL exists and entrances. The students are now stuck in the room with a dying elf and a dying bot. It doesn't look like theres any fight left as the pink scout barely manages to escape from the c**k pit. Sadly, or not so sadly, the bot falls over once she lands on the ground and crushes her. There is a neat splat sound and nothing more. The bot seems to fall apart the instant it hits the ground leaving a neat pile of scrap glowing pink and purple metal. Souvenir anyone? The students are now left in a room that is now growing rapidly cooler possibly from the icicles that are now scattered all around the room. They are trapped like rats in a rave style room with seemingly no hope to escape. It grows colder and colder. But hey! Loot! HP: DEADLOOT: 100 peppermint points. 10 for each student.
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 3:43 am
The boil stared as the pink santa scout was finished off by its own robot, it too shattering into pieces as it fell apart. He couldn't help but to sigh at it. The entire thing (while pink) would have looked really neat in his room (if he could carry it there) back on campus. But...
Merope scooted closer to the robot, ignoring the cold. It was a perk to being Undead -- the only side effect temperature had was heat, and even then the only way he noticed that was the salty reek his undead flesh gave off. He prodded the robot with one talon, turning a piece over to examine it. "Hey, Cyr?" The undead dragon called to his friend. "Check this piece out! Think I could jam it over my arm as some sort of pinky-clashy armor?"
HP: 18
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 3:59 am
.. Yep, Merope was just fine. By the time Cyrilla scurried over to the boil, she'd unwittingly pocketed a small piece of the pink armour. If they got out of this in one piece, it'd be added to her pile later.
"Maybe. We could try if you wanted I suppose." she poked at his arm, then looked at the metal. Her eyes then roamed around the room, stopping to look at the large pink icicles. The dracolich walked away from Merope and leaned in to peer at some of the icicles a little closer. They didn't seem like much.
"Think we can break them?" she chimmed in the leviathan's direction.
((HP : 18 ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 4:07 am
"Yesssssss!" He hissed, pawing through the pile for pieces of armor that looked big enough to fit him. He was specifically looking for pieces of the robot's arm, as the rest of the plates would be far too big for him. Or could it? He eyed a thick metal plate. Maybe it would fit over his back...? Nah.
"Hey Quarria!" He called to the other draconic, "You should see if one of these'll fit ya!"
As his dracolich friend called to him, Merope turned to look over his shoulder. "Nah," he answered, shaking his head, "I ran into one and didn't break it, remember?"
HP: 18
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 11:08 am
Quarria's head flew up from where she'd hid it under wing, to avoid the icicles, as the undead dragon - Merope - called out to her. "Yes? Oh! Of course. Coming! I'll be right back." She said the last sentence to Gabrian, his sister, and Alessa, slithering over to the sea-dragon-thing. Thirty feet of dragon winded over to the others scavenging the robot pieces, looking over the robot until a piece caught her eye. She looked at the chest piece of the robot, which was far to big for anyone else in the room. Hmm, well, it would be a tad to big on her tail, but she supposed it could fit. (After all, the majority of her body had a diameter of about five-to-ten feet. And that wasn't even including her rib-cage which was thicker since it was actually a dragonlike rib-cage, so it could support her huge wings.)
"May I?" She asked Merope, since he had been there first, but it was more of a formality, since the piece was far too big for him. With that, the serpent pulled the chest cavity from the mess and looped it over her tail, wriggling so that it slid down her scales until it stopped just under her wings. It fit rather well, actually. "Oh, that leg piece looks like it could be a nice neck-guard for you." She said to the other dragon, coiling her tail around a piece and offering it to Merope. She herself was looking a bit at the arm on a far side, thinking of how it would make a good piece of armor inbetween her new 'chest' (incorrect name for it now, since it wasn't on her chest. Although she could possibly put it over her rib-cage...maybe. If she could fit her wings in through the arm holes, which wasn't looking too easy.) and her gold ring she always wore. "Are you going to use that one?" She gestured with her head at the arm piece she was eyeing.
She then looked back at her companions, noticing the new coldness that was in the air. "It's unfortunate that I can't blow flames right now...maybe my flint-grow will still spark...but it might not..." Logic kicked her brain again, and she said toward the humanoid students (and Merope, if he could fit), "If we want to survive this coldness, I have an idea." She offered, before elaborating her plan. "My wing feathers are quite warm. Perhaps if I coil in a circle around everyone and spread my wings across as a make-shift roof, we can preserve warmth long enough to think of a better plan for escaping." She said, fluffing up her huge feathered wings. (After all, her wingspan was at least thirty-feet in length. She could easily covere everyone in the room if she needed to do so.)
(Does anyone know if we just update our original peppermint points post with these new points, or make a new post?)
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 2:09 pm
Iolanthe had braced herself as the robot came crashing down - along with every repulsive pink icicle in the room. Through some miracle she had managed to avoid all of it without so much as a scrap, though she didn't do it very gracefully. She brought her hands up to cover her head (or maybe just her hair) as if she thought they might protect her from the falling icicles. Not only that, but she crouched a little, like being farther from them would help her avoid them better.
Once it was all over, she stood back up and calmly ran her hands over the fabric on her hips - wiping off whatever pink candy dust or icicle bits might have gotten on her. It was really just a nervous habit, though. She watched as the dragons in their group began to pick apart the robot and decided maybe she should follow along. There had to be something in there she could use as a shield.
"Come on Gabe, I think these guys have the right idea" she motioned with her hand as she started to walk in that direction, trusting her brother to trail behind her. Once she had joined the group of dragons, she leaned down to pick up what looked like some sort of side plate - bolts still intact. She flipped it over and grabbed the bolts by their stems, holding the smaller plate up. It would cover about half of her body at once, though it was a little heavy and would probably be quite tiring to hold up for too long.
She was testing the weight of it (lifting it up and down repetitively with no real purpose) when Quarria offered to fashion herself into a make-shift hut. Well, now that she thought about it, it was beginning to get way too cold in the room. "Actually, we might have to do that if the temperature keeps dropping like this." She set the shield-plate down on the floor and leaned it against her leg with one hand resting on top of it. She glanced from Quarria, to Gabe, to the rest of the group in turn to see what they thought about this idea.
Iolanthe's HP: 18
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 12:55 pm
While the temptation to take some of those pink robot pieces was rather heavy (only hell knew what she would do with them, but just the idea of HAVING them was a rich one) Belladonna did not move forward. Instead she took a step back, wrapping her arms around herself as she stepped further into the safety of Braum's wings. She had been shouting with glee a moment ago when the robot fell and subsequently crushed its operator (now THAT was some irony if Belladonna ever needed some!). But now the room was growing colder and she wasn't an Undead, she was a Reaper and could acutely feel this chill.
"What do we do now?" She asked, looking around for maybe a high window or something they could smash and climb out of. She WAS NOT going to freeze to death in some stupid JOY-filled room after she had just survived a train crash, went through a forest with her new friends TWICE (Oh! She should really text them to see if they were ok!), attempted to defeat a Ninja, climbed through a mountain path, fought a yeti (made him cry actually) AND THEN DESTROYED A PINK ROBOT. NO JACKING WAY.
She was making it out of this ALIVE!
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 11:35 pm
The area suddenly shakes, and the sound of something mechanical...several somethings in fact, can be heard moving about. You...did defeat the scout right? RIGHT?! There's just no way...!
You don't get to finish that thought as a wave of JOY crashes through the workshop, destroying the walls of each area and opening up what appears to be the Main Warehouse!
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 7:22 pm
West remained silent as he caught his breath, watching everything from the brutal squishing of the pink scout to the draconic students looting said scout, his expression flitting between pissy and incredulous in equal measure.
What in the jacking hell was going on here?
When the walls exploded, West quickly trudged on ahead, paying little attention to his surroundings. Weirdest school trip ever.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 8:17 pm
The marid had let out a victorious little cry as the others finished off the bot and subsequently had the mechanical monstrosity toppling over onto it's little operator with a satisfyingly meaty squich. She might not have helped in landing the last fatal blows, but she had done her best to be of assistance to her fellow students, and managed to keep alive and relatively well through out. She considered a personal win, all things considered.
The celebration was cut short though as the temperature began to drop rapidly around them, and she mentally thanked Tybalt for his borrowed coat. Slipping out from behind the inky curtain of black feathers, Yaya placed a kiss on the raum's cheek as she passed on her way back to West's side. The raum had his own lady to keep an eye on, and she wasn't about to make the poor boil chose between his best friend and his crush. It simply wouldn't have been fair to anyone of them.
"Keep Belle safe, I'll stay with West." She smiled, squeezed his shoulder, and stepped away, giving the witch in question a firm nudge back to Braum's side(she was heading there anyways.). The others trapped with them seemed to be having a grand time looting the glowing corpse of the robot, though Yaya wasn't sure why. The graffiti covered bits of scrap held no value to her. To each their own, she supposed.
She'd just reclaimed her place on the avarice demon's arm when the walls exploded around them to revel their location, and West wasted no time in moving them forward. "I really hope this ends soon.."
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 8:26 pm
When the walls blew out from the sheer joy that came barreling through, Cyrilla found herself staring off into the large warehouse.
Without a second thought, she looked towards Merope, then back to the warehouse before motioning for the Leviathan to follow.
Mays well keep up with the others.
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