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prolixity rolled 2 12-sided dice:
8, 12
Total: 20 (2-24)
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 Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 3:03 am
They were not famine bugs, but they were still disgusting. Jordan swept Ferros through another cluster of the maggots. Were the things starting to thin out a little?
There were people edging away from him, and it occurred to him a little belatedly that that might be because of the display of temper and not just the fireball. Get it together. "Really not an indoors hobby," he said; the edge was still in his voice, but he wasn't snarling, at least.
HP: 39/60
Damage: 16
Autodamage: 6
Charge: 1/3 | 1/3
Boss HP: 26
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lizbot rolled 7 4-sided dice:
3, 4, 4, 4, 3, 1, 1
Total: 20 (7-28)
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 3:31 am
The glow of Stryker's runes began to intensify and America grinned, all teeth and feral good cheer, "It's cool, Milo, I don't need a blow torch to burn this s**t down anyhow." A fireball bloomed to life as it shot out, lighting up the area in a nice explosion.
It took a few moments for her to remember that she (but more likely Kostya) would have to repair the damage later.
"Damnit."
HP: 20
Dmg:17
Boss HP: 9
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Rejam rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 8
Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 3:56 am
Taym fumbled backwards away from America's unexpected pyrotechnics display and directly into the mouthparts of the few remaining maggots that had escaped being burnt to a crisp, which he dispatched almost distractedly.
"Nothing flashy or anything," he shot at her resentfully, shaking a dead nerve-twitching body off the knife. He always felt so outclassed.
HP: 40/50
Damage: 13
Autodamage: 4
Charge: 0/3
Boss HP: ded
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 4:16 am
"Ferros approves," Jordan said to America. "Fire's a great way to clean things up." He looked around the room, checking for any stray pet maggots. When nothing further came twitching and oozing out of the mess, he took a long, slow look at the mess itself. Personally, he rather thought that the whole thing could stand a good incineration. The basement was stone. It could handle it. But then he'd have to deal with Rep bitching about losing whatever was left. He sighed. "Guess we're going to have to get some gloves from the labs."
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 5:59 am
Rep was distressed, deeply distressed. Watching a bunch of people with no investment in his possessions, often with vendettas against him personally go through his things had him in the most manic sort of anxiety attack mode. It didn't help people kept using fire on it, singeing his furs and generally damaging important items.
"I know it's not nothing." he said to Harrison when he managed to gather his wits for even a moment.
Every time America mentioned the blow torch he felt himself wavering on the edge of losing his temper and bursting into tears, he had no ******** idea which. He'd come into the basement in the dead of night to persistently search every ******** room if he had to, hunting in hope that he might find something of value to replace the hole left by his hoard. Now he'd found it he was trying very hard to cope with the irreverence other people showed it.
Tracey tried to reason, but it did little to calm Rep's wild spiralling nerves.
When the bugs stopped coming, he climbed into the pile of mess bodily and peered out like a feral dog standing over a bone, Tracey's serrated blade splayed across the awful mess like a protective wing. He hardly trusted himself to speak.
"No. No gloves from the labs, no touching s**t." he said. "This stuff is mine. It's my problem." he looked around the room. "I'm grateful to you guys for coming down here." - And breaking and burning my things, he mentally added. "But this s**t is mine, it took years to get and it's mine. I'll have it out of ******** basement kingdom as soon as possible. I was already preparing a place to move it to for a ******** while when it was stolen."
He hated answering to others over private things, hated having his neuroses and faults dragged out into the light for inspection, but he hadn't been able to do it alone, so he'd had to haul in Harrison and Jordan, both of whom had deep seated fears of bugs, and a slew of his enemies to deal with it. Nothing was ideal, all he'd wanted was an anchor back, a spot of solidity in his life which lately was falling apart at the edges.
"It means nothing to most of you ********, that's been made clear, but it means everything to me. So leave it alone." Vulnerability was awful, and showing even this much, he expected more damage to occur than if he'd just told them it was a room of junk.
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 9:28 am
"Wasn't a favor to you. Boring as ******** around here," was all Taym said, already heading for the door, having wiped the worst of the slime off Fionnghal's blade and his own boots on some random scrap of something that didn't look too filthy. She was desummoned and if Taym was affected at all by Rep's sudden show of vulnerability, he didn't show it. No mockery, no condescension, no awkward pause.
If he'd stuck around he might have said that this, too, was not a favor, but simply the place of the event in his erratic and packed schedule. In any case, it was one less thing for Rep to worry about.
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 10:17 am
One kill at a time, the group had diminished the maggoty swarms numbers. Kostya looked around, eyeing the corpses for any residual squirming, but found nothing.
"Vell done," he said to the remaining people, his voice quiet enough to be missed if anyone was too far away, and blithely watched Rep lose his mind. He unsummoned Syntax, and hooked the tamagotchi device back onto a belt loop.
Konstantin was of the opinion that Rep really had very little of his mind left to lose, because anyone that agreed with Mimsy's assessments of humanity and the state of it, as well as egging her on, had neither a full nor a firm grasp on reality.
After a moment, he walked towards a pile of (now stationary) furs-- (or what used to be furs, or what had constituted as furs some time in the general past, but now likely little more than 'a house of bug corpses'-- and with one singular finger--
Touched the thing.
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 10:25 am
"Oh for ******** sake." It only took a few long, hurried strides for Jordan to get between Rep and Kostya, Ferros pointed in Rep's direction in a clear warning. Jordan glanced over his shoulder at Kostya, a quick look full of irritation. "Thank you for your help, would you mind going now."
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 10:28 am
In almost the same instant Taym was trying to do the same, although the specific object of his actions was slightly different and, in Taym's mind, only slightly less insane than Jordan's. This had the uncomfortable effect of putting him in elbow distance of Jordan, which he attempted to disregard.
"Very productive, Bashmet," he barked, on the heels of Jordan's reprimand. Flanked.
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 10:48 am
Harrison wiped a a swath of slime from his everything, hooking B0nez to his belt while he tried to get his eyes and mouth free, at least. All the fire had made the underground room sweltering. He had an extra heal, which B0nez was squirming to use, but it would help if he could see.
He was too busy wiping off slime to notice that Kostya had touched a thing.
"Thanks for coming, everybody," he grumbled, and to Rep in a lower tone of voice, "we'll get them something later, who all came? Prez, Dictionary, Communist, that...other guy... s**t this is everywhere. ******** those bugs better not be inch-high ********, if I find...something has crawled somewhere..."
HP: 16
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 10:54 am
Rep was on the edge of what he could handle, exhausted, sleep deprived and emotionally run ragged by recent events. Given his physical state along with everything else, he might have in other circumstances missed Kostya's gesture in the dim room, but thanks to the artifact he was still presently wearing around his neck, thrumming with the glow of its spent abilities he could see almost perfectly in the dark in his immediate area.
He saw Kostya touch the thing.
It was like everything slowed down for a few moments, fear and upset backpedalling and shifting into raw and cold fury that slithered into his veins and looked out through his eyes. He had a charge.
And then he didn't have one, the power sucked out of him as if it had never been there, leaving a terrible flicker of that infinite darkness and the cold that reached down into the very core of him most nights. It was almost enough to derail him. Almost.
He stepped forward only to find his way blocked by Ferros, Jordan and Taym, he snarled in a feral, primal way, eyes wide, bristling with adrenaline and covered from head to toe in bug slurry. "I tell people not to ******** touch my s**t and that little RUSSIAN c**t TOUCHES MY STUFF." He raised his already loud voice as loud as he could humanly get it, vocal chords ragged with the volume. "GET HIM AWAY FROM IT RIGHT ******** NOW BEFORE I INTRODUCE HIM TO THE UNIVERSAL ******** LANGUAGE OF AXE."
His hands were shaking even as he held Tracey and he wasn't sure if it was with the cold that suddenly felt as if it was all over him, rage, or both.
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 11:12 am
Kostya put his hands up, declaring his innocence in body language if not in expression; a cold half-grin had worked its way onto his face. It was an awkward looking one, the kind that people make when they don't know how to smile.
He hadn't always been so compelled to do the opposite of what he had been instructed to do, but it was high time he stopped taking requests as orders from people he had no respect for.
Edging back towards the door, Kostya let out a small gah of surprise as Rep became a volatile, screaming harpy. He looked at Jordan, then gave him a look: You're protecting that?
There were a number of comments left in his arsenal, mostly regarding the fact that only women had those parts, and that he was not an overemotional woman like someone, but the axe was out, and Kostya was unaware of the consequences that bound the redheaded man in more ways than one.
So he fled, offering a sarcastic salute before skittering out the door like a rat running back to its hole.
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 11:40 am
"Knock it the ******** off, Rep," Jordan said, coldly furious. He kept his eyes on Rep in an even stare, and missed the look Kostya gave him. It was probably just as well.
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 11:44 am
"Well that ******** explains a lot," said Taym under his breath, darkly and enigmatically, before not so much following Kostya out the door as making an exit in the same direction, a distinction he would feel was important.
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 12:09 pm
Milo just sort of stood in silence there as Rep exploded into a temper about his small (probably damaged?) hoard of stuff, with a perturbed sort of look on his face. He knew collectors and their clingy excessive hold on what they owned, he kind of was one in a sense (he tried not to think about it, losing his collection at home made him mopey) and he saw them online at RangerBoard enough times. They could be scary, but probably not this scary (Rep had a weapon after all, and seemed to have a reputation? He didn't pay much attention to such things).
He was also kind of glad Konstantine was the first to touch something, because it was oh so tempting and now oh so not. Besides, things look a bit grody.
"Well, that's done, ya?" Still oddly upbeat despite the situation. At least the bugs weren't going to be a problem for a while now. Or at least those bugs. So, Milo held up two fingers to his head in a mock salute, "good luck with this," either referring to the hoard or Rep, or both really. The brunette turned and followed after where Kostantine and Taym had left from, and simply wandered down the hall back to his room.
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