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 Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:13 pm
Danny was walking rather jaggedly towards the battlefield, ready to fight something with what little battle spirit was left in her. She tried to make a fireball in her hand, but it sputtered lifelessly and faded out.
Suddenly she collapsed to the ground, her legs decided that they weren't going to work anymore. It wasn't so much that she was hanging on the edge of life, it was more that all the fatigue and worry had just caught up to her in one fatal swoop. We all know swooping is bad.
The flame demonness just waited for either Red or one of the white coats (hunters?) to finish her off there and then, but a shadow blocked her few.
Colette!
Danny smiled as the ghoul pretended to have a clue what was going on. Honestly though? All Danny was thinking about was how pretty Colette's hair was.
"How about ... over there?" Danny said, pointing to a group of students piling rocks together. She wasn't really sure what was going on, but it looked like some kind of action. Action was better than no action right? Danny picked herself up and leaned slightly on Colette, more for moral support than legitimately bodily need.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:17 pm
The main thing Shun noticed were that there were a number of moving shadows around them now. More students must be around in that case. All around, he continued to hear muffled voices as people spoke to one another. He couldn't quite focus in on any one thing. And then they were moving once again... though it seemed they didn't go far. In any case, the Reaper was starting to feel on edge again. He had no way of knowing how safe they were over all. He didn't know the status of Red or the bulk of the hunters, or his fellow students for all that matter. Right now, he was very much in the dark and it was not something he enjoyed. It only added to his status of useless. Something else dawned on him. This... thing that had happened to him. What if it didn't fade off? A feeling of dread sunk in at the very thought. No. That couldn't happen. He'd recover from it, granted he made away from this without getting obliterated or captured or whatever.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:22 pm
Oh Jack, what were they doing now? Johan swayed on his feet as he watched the increasing number of students pile rocks together. There was even a manticore trying to roll a large boulder with its face. Johan winced at the audible thud, and tried to summon up the energy to help. He looked down for suitable building material.
Oh, look. A pebble.
Johan bent over, picked up the pebble, stood back up, grimaced, walked over to the pile, and with great deliberation placed the pebble on top.
The pebble fell off.
Johan stared at it for a second, then went to go sit back down where he'd been.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:24 pm
The sudden hug from G was enough to snap Christof out of what he was deeply considering, and nearly lost an arm in the process. Somehow, he managed to keep himself together, though, relaxing as the massive creature hurried to grow their hopeful-shelter.
With a tight, nervous noise in his throat, Christof hobbled forward, offering his hunch for Barth to lean on. "Will-keep-you-safe, Master. Built-this-for-you," He signed with his free hands, following after the others all hurrying there. "Tell-people-to-follow? To-hide? If-we-just-run, They-will-follow. Where-would-we-run-to? Better-to-wait-it-out. Hope-for-best. Keep-you-safe. Will-kill-you-myself-before-letting-them-capture-you-again." The last he signed with some hesitation but dead seriousness.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:28 pm
Tybalt nodded, lowering his head a little out of guilt when Simone silently scolded him for snapping at Natalia. He knew he shouldn't have and he let his temper get the better of him anyways.
"I like the idea of having them come towards us. I'll certainly feel a little more like I'm in control of the situation... But we need to separate them. Split them up, weaken their force and pick them off one by one..."
He thought about this for a little, before looking back up towards the others.
"Maybe we should split into groups or something? Spread out our own attack force, make us harder to hit and maybe put ourselves in between the enemies and the injured as a defensive shield...?" It was an idea at least.
HP: 25.5/40
Battle Status: n/a
Damage: n/a
Tybalt is back in student form!
Fear: Discharge ( Y1 ) / Re-strike ( Y2 ) - Tybalt is capable of striking his opponent with blue lighting.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:30 pm
The manticore in question watched pebble-boil make his contribution. ...He had the right idea. Cady turned around, sticking her butt to the wall, and started digging and kicking rocks in it's general direction, more than likely spraying her comrades with spree. She felt like she should be burying something. She suddenly had the need to go to the restroom. What kind of a house didn't have a toilet?
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:32 pm
And then Savior decided that people were hiding behind rocks, so she should be hiding behind rocks too. Looking for the nearest rock that wasn't already occupied, she did her best to smoosh down small and stay properly hidden. A sad case of self-preservation, perhaps?
She'd apologize to Holly and Natalia later for not dragging them along.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:32 pm
"I'll be ready when I'm needed," Barth said to Junko, staying concise. He leaned against Christof, mostly wanting to lay down behind the growing pile of rocks, to catch what little sleep he could before things came to a boil.
He couldn't run. He was not built for it.
"The injured need to be behind the barricade. There's nowhere to run. We have to take care of the problem here," he translated Christof's signing loosely for anyone listening.
Barth hesitated too, at Christof's last promise.
There were more serious things than being dead, at this point. Being completely obliterated, or weaponized, were two of them. Maybe. It depended on where the dead went, if this place was effecting them, if they were being drawn back into the cages... it was never pleasant being ripped apart. He just looked tired.
"I appreciate the sentiment," he said.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:34 pm
And then Damien threw the crazy ranting bul on top of the fallen pebble and divebombed behind the ragdoll beast. Spiny shield awayyy
and helped cady with the fortifying of the stronghold with EPIC KUNG FU KICKING ACTION.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:35 pm
Amrita flinched at Junko's reprimand; she knew the ghoul juuust enough to know this was definitely not like her. "I'm sorry, Junko...I just thought the busy work would help." She murmured to the ghoul once she'd calmed down and tried to help. Really, she didn't want to be leader; she had only been translating, but...well, perhaps that put her in that position by proxy. It was probably a very, very good thing that she lost to Shehk - she found she hated public speaking. A lot.
When the ghoul started laughing, the Vetala wasn't sure how to handle it or how to react. Was this...really the time for such giggles? She couldn't help but follow the line of gaze towards the Manticore, who was...rolling the boulder with her face. The ghoul couldn't help but smile, but it wasn't until Johan failed did she snicker, and actually start to giggle.
She quickly covered her mouth with her hand though; laughing? Really? No way! It felt rude, but she just couldn't help it. "G-good job, hehe, Johan~" She was trying to stiffle her giggles, really she was! It felt so weird to laugh! It was just...she couldn't help it!
Clearing her throat, Amrita moved to drop a couple pieces of rubble onto the pile, at least trying to be helpful. But when she heard Barth, her first look was towards the Sorcerer she had been laughing at. "Err...maybe you should sit behind here now..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:36 pm
"I think most of us are okay," Davey said to Tika and Gale. There were some white coats moving in the distance that he thought (hoped) were Hunters. It seemed unlikely that the monsters would be wearing white, or not enough of them to look like a team of Hunters at any rate - most of the monsters he'd seen had leaned towards dark or bright colours, less of the pale and white. "Plus, we're a pretty tight-knit group. If anyone's down, they've probably got someone fixing them up already." Clearly unspoken was the fact that the monsters weren't the same. Even on the off chance that they managed some fascimile of caring for each other, there were just too many of them. More dead, less left to bring them back. And they didn't have the handy bandages the Hunters did, either. (Would bandages even work on something that might be undead or a ghost?) In any case, sucked to be a monster. Hunters all the way. Rising to his feet, Davey stuck the tip of Azrael's blade into the ground ( ~HEY!~ came the immediate complaint) and offered a hand down to the others. "If you're both feeling up for it, we can go look for the others."
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:36 pm
Calder was lifting up his rock up on the wall and felt that this was just like his training back in Amityville where he lifted rocks to make damns to get stronger. If only he had been stronger before making this wall, maybe he could have been more useful. Breathing out in relief, he was about to turn when a few rocks started to hit him in the bare a**.
Wincing, Calder rubbed his bottom and turned, glaring at some creature who was kicking up rocks. "Will people stop attacking my butt?" Really. Arrows. Wheels. Now rocks!
For everyone else building the wall, they got to notice a full eyeful of nothing but bare Calder. You're welcome.
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Hanyousblood rolled 1 12-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:37 pm
One minute she'd been running with a zombie on her back, and the next, Toby found herself in the middle of a conversation between voices familiar and foreign alike. Was that... in her head? In a situation with any less chaos, she would've possessed the luxury to connect her mental pieces and make sense of the fusion monster that had to be Professor Red, but no, that wouldn't be her lucky today.
That shriek left her gait faltering, but force of will continued to propel the falsicorn with her zombie rider until her line of sight exploded with swells of enormous blue fire. Nearly blinded by the glow alone, it was all she could do to entertain her first instinct and run like hell towards cover for the sake of herself and poor Mort, a whinnied cry escaping her as she felt flames licking her bloody hind hooves and--
There was another blast of something so hot it chilled her just shy of the ghoul's horn, her ears flicking back as she heard him babbling something softly, and then... then, there was no weight upon her at all.
... She stilled. She stopped completely. The fire had thankfully dissipated just in time to spare her, but Toby remained where she had slowed, turning her eye back over her shoulder to inspect where he had been in glazed, trembling shock. Nothing. There was nothing there but an abandoned shirt-bow around her neck, still smoldering ever-so-lightly where she could only assume his fingers had been.
Even as the inexplicable FEAR surge softened her aches, it did nothing to chase away the frozen chill in her bones.
Oh, Jack... why had it been this way? Of all the things, she'd been trying to guard him, but everything was for naught, now.
And she was completely alone again on the battlefield once more.
HP: 16 + 5 (FEAR surge) = 21/30
Toby is still in natural form with true eye exposed for super vision! ... She is now, however, riderless.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:38 pm
HP: 17 + Pumpkin Pill = 30
Julian's eyes slowly rolled up to Sin and his hand shook at it moved to the pocket of his pants. There, the pill was still there. His hand wrapped around it and he quickly took it.
Almost immediately, he felt better, though still sore. But it was like something you could forget if your mind went elsewhere, as if the only reason he still "hurt" was because his mind said he should.
"Sin... Alcie, you ghouls all right?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:39 pm
Christof smiled weakly as he gently set Barth down, twisting his hands before motioning for Calder to hopefully join them. G was a very good builder, hopefully soon there would be enough to at least make the hunters WORK to get them.
If Red decided to attack, though....
Well...
Time would tell. It was better than running. It was better than just outright dying.
And they would all stand together. Or sit, in Barth's case.
Christof was content to see if their plan would work at all. And if not... there were human heads to crush.
His moment of solemn terror was quickly distracted as he got a face full of kicked up dirt. With a grunt, he grabbed Cady by the tail, dragging her behind the cover too before she did something.... stupider than usual.
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