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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 100-sided dice:
56
Total: 56 (1-100)
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 Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 7:57 pm
Dakota was happy in his memories, so happy and pleased. It was great to relive all those girl moments with his favorite ladies.
So good it couldn't last. He broke from the memory hot and heavy. Like a summer heat that dragged him down, weighed him down with humidity and ungodly heat.
And when he woke, he could still hear the voices. Still hear them playing on his head, playing with his insecruities.
Who can you protect? Who can you save? Your nothing, nothing nothing nothingnothing.
Just some Brat.
Chama couldn't break through to him, as she too suffered the onslaught of his emotions, of his thoughts, of his insecurities. How could such a young man break from it?OOC  OOC: Character Name: Dakota HP: 50/50 Target: Damage: Charge: 1/3 - Y3 Swift Kicks, Y2 The Barrier Effect: Insanity Effect for 4 days Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3 Items: Barrier Dagger x 1, Communications device x1
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chirigami rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 7:59 pm
In her line of vision, there was only one thing. There were no thoughts running through her head, just one idea. Attack. Wights were zombies by nature and comparison and that compulsion had finally taken over Olivia as the rage from whispers finally spread into her subconscious, blinding her from individual thought processes and conscious decisions.
Well, she had made one at least. Get the one who had attacked Amarus, it seemed to be the only thing that directed her where to go. Protect those you love. Willow had seemed to slip off that list for the moment unfortunately for the time being - at least she would know it wouldn't be forever?
Olivia didn't look about her, not noticing the free for all as students attacked hunters and each other alike. She moved in silence and pretty decent speed, not watching her footing and just headed forward towards the fluffed up tiger.
So, she didn't really notice the pebble her foot kicked up. That sailed into the air and struck the ground a few feet away from her only to come ricocheting back and hitting her in the face. Olivia halted in her step, teetering back from the sudden blow. She mumbled softly in uncomprehensive words, her hand raising to her cheek and running over the spot where the small stone had hit her cheek. "Hn...."
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OOC:
Character Name: Olivia
HP: 29/30
Target: Herself ~
Damage: 1
Effect: Insanity for four [4] IC days. and Madness!
Attacks:1/3
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3 ))
Appearance Olivia is a small thin white skinned undead ghoul with short curly dark blue hair and bright blue eyes. She's dressed in a frilly black dress. here you go
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 100-sided dice:
67
Total: 67 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 7:59 pm
Amphi broke from the memory with a small gasp. Her head reeling from the vertigo of coming from the ocean to air in the mere split second. It was hard, it was hurting.
She clutched her hand to her breast, feeling her heart rate. The voices.
The voice, All of the Voices.
"Thana? Xiu?" Amphi reached out for her friends, reaching. Reaching forever. Her tears didn't register until they plopped on her hands.OOC  OOC: Character Name: Amphi HP: 40/40 Target: Damage: Charge: Y1 The Mind, Y2 The Chill Effect: Insanity Effect for 1 week Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:04 pm
Again the horse attacked him, and he was filled with the urge to hit it back. But attention was still chronically low out here on the battlefield. So much rage, too many targets. He was like a dazzled wild animal. A fox in a chicken coop. Too many targets, sensory overload.
He twitched and narrowed his eyes. So many, so much to ******** hurt.
He wanted to know how much they could bleed.
It was just choosing one that was the ******** problem.
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OOC:
Character Name: Rep
HP: 22/40
Target: Self
Damage: None
Charge: 1/3 0/2
Attacks on me: 3/3
Attacked other people: 3/3
Status: Insane for a week
Items: A mint, Trap Gun
Appearance Pale skinned redhead weilding an enormous axe. Very animated in his emotions. He has his scarf tightly tied around the wound on his shoulder. [x]
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:07 pm
The howling blast of air that slammed into Jordan was familiar, too familiar, and the simmering edge of rage that he'd been struggling to rein in exploded. His eyes narrowed. How could Jerry, of all people - - no, ********, no, what the hell, it wasn't like he'd never been hit with Roar's howls before. It wasn't deliberate. Jerry couldn't see. Jordan desummoned Ferros and stood with his hands clenched into fists, tension in every line of his body as he fought to regain control over his emotions. What was wrong with him? They don't even want to talk to you, the voices taunted. Nobody even notices, that's what you want, right? Even your weapon isn't talking to you.No. That was wrong, Ferros had been silent for hours, ever since they entered this world. Ferros was part of him. Ferros didn't hate him. He knew that. That was wrong, all wrong, and so was this wild, violent rage that urged him to lash out, hit someone, hit anyone, over and over and make them bleed, just to satisfy his anger, and he wouldn't. ********. do. that.He barely noticed Harrison's approach, but the fist to his gut was impossible to ignore. Harrison was snarling at him, accusations and hurt and fury, and no, this was all wrong too, and he wasn't going to hit back. No. Jordan shook his head, kept his mouth shut because if he spoke he'd lose the fine thread of control he'd regained over his anger, and forced himself to keep his hands at his sides. His nails were cutting into his palms. He focused on the stinging pain to block out the storm of uncontrolled emotion raging through him. (( OOC:Character Name: Jordan HP: 37/50 Target: - Damage: - Charge: 0/3 Effect: Insanity rage Targeted by: 2/3 - Jerry, Harrison Items: Modified pendant, capture gun))
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:08 pm
Dakota turned Chama on himself, staring at her. Would she stop the voices?
Would she stop the memories.
Your such a Brat.
A weak little Brat, such a brat brat brat.
Weak weak weak weak. OOC OOC: Character Name: Dakota HP: 50/50 Target: Damage: Charge: 1/3 - Y3 Swift Kicks, Y2 The Barrier Effect: Insanity Effect for 4 days Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3 Items: Barrier Dagger x 1, Communications device x1
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:08 pm
Since Jerry had let go of him, Shun hissed and looked down at his leg. He couldn't tell right now if the human had actually managed to make him bleed with that last move, but he wasn't going to get down and check right now either. It left a bit of lingering pain in his ankle so he kept his weight more onto his other foot in the meantime. "You don't intimidate me," he hissed as he summoned his daggers once more. The b*****d wasn't even facing the right direction! Pitiful man. It would be best to just end him now and put him out of his miserable existence. And so he rushed at the hunter, aiming to try and slash into his throat. He wasn't running as quickly as he could of thanks to that damn bite.
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danse-hexe rolled 11 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 1, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 2, 1
Total: 32 (11-44)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:11 pm
Her. Her. In the distance, pale gold hair and magenta scarf, he recognised her, he had to destroy her, why hadn't he done so before, was he that inadequate, for a moment the whispers in his ears seemed like they were accusing him, mocking him, if he had just stayed in the forges--
He had to kill the hunter, everything was clearly her fault, but even as he ran towards her, the edges of his scythe blazing with flame--
Out of the corner of his eye, a faint, disapproving figure. He knew he tended to stretch limits at times, that he didn't always behave the way a guardian was expected to, that.. he was really always disappointing her--
Alke whimpered, lost in the fog, lowering his scythe and clutching it tightly, close to him. Where was she, where, what did she want from him why was she always so cryptic--
Where was this end she spoke of, and when would they get there?------------------------ (( OOC:
Character Name: Alke
HP: 56/60
Target: Clarice
Damage: 0 FAAAAAAAILLLL
Swift Strikes: 11d4: 0/1 l 9d4: 0/1 l 7d4: 0/1
Effect: Insanity x4 Days
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3)) lizbot dansehexe's character Alke is attacking Clarice for 0 damage! Appearance Horseman of Death, tall and somewhat pale, wields a double-ended scythe.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:19 pm
Jerry sensed movement, ducking just in time for the knife to go skimming over his head. Right. That had to be the right guy. With a wild yell, he lunged forward, slamming his head and shoulder into Shun's stomach this time to try to once again throw him down to the ground. He didn't need to see to win this. He didn't need Roar to win this. He'd rip the monster apart with his own hands, thank you very much!
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:26 pm
With a grunt, Shun was taken down to the ground with quite the thud. Grimacing, he felt some of the air in his lungs leave, but that didn't stop him from trying to stab down at Jerry or whatever with his daggers. His mind became clouded thanks to the impact, mixed with the strange insanity-filled rage, so he was having trouble focusing. He just wanted to do as much damage as possible, as well as to kill all the humans.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:27 pm
He probably should be afraid. He probably should be struggling a lot more than he currently was but he just stared the pony in the eye and just smiled beatifically as if they were just chatting about the weather a faint facial tick as his head kind of lulled to the side as if trying to get an estimation of the creature's worth before he simply said, "I don't think any of you truly have the balls it takes to end someone like this. Even if you ate my heart ... I hope it poisons you. It just might."
"I hope it rots you from the inside and you live forever unable to die while your system rots eternally." Jude had no issue with ..essentially insulting himself by insinuating that he had a 'rotten' heart literally or metaphorically.
...Because it was true. If he had a good heart then maybe. The whispering voices within took over for a few seconds then. (( HP: 38/50 Target: AMRITA Damage: 0 Charge: 2/3 Items: 1 x Fear Charge Packet, 1 x Communications Device Effect: 1 Week of INSANITY... Quote: Appearance: 5'9" Hunter wearing a cowl and a stern face. He and his uniform are looking ... less than pristine.
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kalindara rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:27 pm
Aurian was already throwing herself at the Hunter, scythe raised, by the time she recognised him. Big guy, red hair, giant axe... she'd seen him in at least two of the underground runic rooms. Her hate blazed hotter, a white molten core where her heart used to be. Everyone here was her enemy (the voices in the fog said so and they never lied), but this guy? Yeah, he was extra special. Aurian wanted him dead yesterday. Her wild swing missed. There may have been a few ends of red hair suddenly floating in the wind, but Aurian's eyes ramined locked on her target. She cursed. Once again, it seemed that all hate did for her attacks was reduce their accuracy. ------------------------ OOC: Character Name: Aurian HP: 29/30 Target: Rep Damage: 0 Effect: Insanity for one IC day Number of times Aurian has attacked others: 2/3 Number of times Aurian has been attacked: 0/3 Baneful kalindara's character Aurian is attacking Rep for 0 damage! 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!). (( The roll to attack a Hunter was on pg 69. ))
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:29 pm
As they hit the ground roughly, Jerry bounced, his shoulder smashing into Roar laying on the ground beside them. Breathing heavily, he rolled, grabbing the heavy weapon to drag himself back up to his feet while the Reaper was stunned. There was a distant look in his nearly blind eyes, but he could see well enough to spot his target. One down, a million more to go. Jerry hefted the cannon up over his shoulder, trembling as he took aim at point blank range...
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Meegane rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:31 pm
Choosing target....hard orzlll ------------------------- OOC: Attacking Character Name: Arynek [Studnet] HP: 29/30 [By Sparrow] Target: Hunter Damage: ? Effect: 4 days of insanity Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 1/3 [Sparrow] Hunter Sorry, just random picking sweatdrop S-Blacky's character Arynek is attacking Hunter for ? damage! Appearance Arynek is a shadow ghoul, pale skin, wearing a cloak, greyish white hair and vivid red eyes with black scelera
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:33 pm
His daggers hit nothing. And somehow that pissed him off more. When his vision stopped being clouded, he managed to spot where the hunter had gone. NO. Shun was not done with him. Rolling over, he flung both of his daggers at the man wildly, hoping to hit whatever.
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