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Zoobey rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-12)
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 Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 8:54 pm
Bilious While the hooded thing was stunned, the hunchback seized the opportunity to lunge forward, the makeshift metal club lowered, reading for an upswing... Chris HP: 14 Damage: MISS - left the narration open for a dodge XD <3  The figure stared for a long second at Christof's antics before giving a visible sigh, going back to its (second) cell phone. Beep beep beep went the phone, it was probably texting something like "My opponent is stupid, can I finish them off already?" Damage: Total HP: 6
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:12 pm
Now that Jericho mentioned it, there was a serious lack of wildlife in the area, in the sky or on the ground. "Thats a good point, what are we going to do for food, seems like slim pickings out here and we still have to patrol around, I don't think anything could be salvaged from those ships in terms of food supplies." waterlogged food did not sound very appetizing at all right now, but if you gave him a horse, he might be tempted to gnaw on it a bit.
But that train of thought went out the window as the ghoul Jericho was speaking about decided to let her fist to the talking instead. "OI, WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING US?" She sure didn't seem very friendly, as he crouched down, just in case he needed to stop her from hitting the poor dragon again.
Maybe shouldn't interfere, maybe he just liked the pain?
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Bilious rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:13 pm
Chibizoo The figure stared for a long second at Christof's antics before giving a visible sigh, going back to its (second) cell phone. Beep beep beep went the phone, it was probably texting something like "My opponent is stupid, can I finish them off already?" Damage: Total HP: 6 The pipe whirled around again, once again smashing the phone. This. Was. RIDICULOUS! How could something so static and seemingly.... DISINTERESTED be so hard to hit? He realized this tactic wasn't working. Nostrils flaring, he lowered the pipe and narrowed his eyes, glowering at the reaper. Nevermind he was wobbling on his feet now, and just barely keeping his seams together. He was just glad the fog was too thick for people to see him acting like a fool. Chris's HP: 10 FFFFFFFFFFFFF Damage: 1
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:18 pm
((Returning!))
Maledizione questa nebbia stupido! Malodore stumbled over another rock and bit back another string of curses. It was sick of this. Past sick. Completely and utterly beyond sick.
Oh, and it was sick of sand, too.
It had its flashlight on, not that it seemed to do much good in the fog... or, at least, it hadn't until the light flicked across a sudden red shape. Wings! Red wings? "Jericho!" it called out, stumbling forward towards the dragon, hoping the fog didn't muffle its voice too badly. "Is that you?"
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Zoobey rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:20 pm
Bilious The pipe whirled around again, once again smashing the phone. This. Was. RIDICULOUS! How could something so static and seemingly.... DISINTERESTED be so hard to hit? He realized this tactic wasn't working. Nostrils flaring, he lowered the pipe and narrowed his eyes, glowering at the reaper. Nevermind he was wobbling on his feet now, and just barely keeping his seams together. He was just glad the fog was too thick for people to see him acting like a fool. Chris's HP: 10 FFFFFFFFFFFFF Damage: 1
The whip, once coiled around them, seemed to take a life of its own as it curled, snake-like, around the Skellyphone opponent, its "tail" lashing out protectively.
Damage done: 4
Total HP remaining: 5
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:25 pm
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Bilious rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:27 pm
Chibizoo ... And now they had both hands on the Skellyphone - were they playing a game on it?
The whip, once coiled around them, seemed to take a life of its own as it curled, snake-like, around the Skellyphone opponent, its "tail" lashing out protectively.
Damage done: 4
Total HP remaining: 5 Christof gave a startled noise as he was suddenly ensnared, eyes widening as there was a faint RIIIIIIP of tearing stitches under the squeezing whip. Visions of Christmas and horrible, lustful trees blathering drunkenly about how pretty they thought his mouth had been and those horrible invasive branches and NO NO NO THIS WOULD NOT BE LIKE CHRISTMAS! He was exhausted from this charade, and that DEFINITELY was not a good sound he was vaguely able to think as stars filled his vision. Autopilot took hold, his arms pinned, he managed to kick up at the cloaked figure sharply with a sandy boot. Chris's HP: 6 |B Damage: 3 (OMG. |B )
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:30 pm
When Calder set Barth down, Barth...lost track of him. And the rest of the group. For a while. It had been a very short ride. He was glad, in retrospect, he had kept his backpack.
Now, disoriented, he was unaware that Christof was close by being beaten to death, or that Maladore had found Jericho. If he had wandered back to the same uphilly section of the beach, it was by accident instead of design. But being alone in the fog had given him some time to think, especially about the other contents of his bag.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:35 pm
She followed the scent of her own blood. It had been a good idea. Unfortunately, she had no chance to take pride in her idea, as she was too busy freaking the hell out. Riley returned with a quick step, clutching her backpack in front of her like a lifeline. When she saw the dark shapes that indicated she'd arrived, she quickened the pace to find out who she'd - oh thank Jack, it was Malodore. It was headed towards the larger shape, which looked reddish.. that meant Jericho, most likely.
She took a deep breath, and tried to keep the bile that was churning her stomach down. Once she had arrived by Malodore, she walked with it towards Jericho. Her arm slid into the crook of it's elbow, and she clutched it tight.
I am never going off alone in this mist, Malodore. She whispered to it quietly as an odd greeting. Never ever ever.
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Zoobey rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:36 pm
Bilious Christof gave a startled noise as he was suddenly ensnared, eyes widening as there was a faint RIIIIIIP of tearing stitches under the squeezing whip. Visions of Christmas and horrible, lustful trees blathering drunkenly about how pretty they thought his mouth had been and those horrible invasive branches and NO NO NO THIS WOULD NOT BE LIKE CHRISTMAS! He was exhausted from this charade, and that DEFINITELY was not a good sound he was vaguely able to think as stars filled his vision. Autopilot took hold, his arms pinned, he managed to kick up at the cloaked figure sharply with a sandy boot. Chris's HP: 6 |B Damage: 3 (OMG. |B )
Finally, the put their phone away, and took back up their whip. Was this going anywhere? What were they waiting for?
Damage done: 0
Total HP remaining: 2
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Bilious rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:40 pm
Chibizoo Perhaps at least Christof could find sweet justice in the fact that he had just kicked his opponent in the rear right off their high perch (figuratively speaking). Literally, it just meant, he had managed to distract them long enough that they actually stopped playing with their cell phone. Or maybe they just lost the game round, who knew.
Finally, the put their phone away, and took back up their whip. Was this going anywhere? What were they waiting for?
Damage done: 0
Total HP remaining: 2 The hunchback squirmed while the cloaked figure was distracted, panting as he tried to slip out of the whip's grip. Perhaps if their natural abilities had not been oddly effected, the severed arm would have proven more useful, but as it stood, while squirming it popped free, laying on the sand beside him limp and uselessly. Chris HP: 6 Damage: DERP.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:45 pm
Malodore jumped as Riley grabbed it, though not unpleasantly. "Ah, there you are, cara mia - is everything all right?" It tilted its head at her, looking concerned (though, to be fair, that mostly came from the inflection of its voice). She looked kind of... like she had when she had been ill from over-consumption on the Christmas Town trip.
Though it wasn't going to try and induce vomiting this time. It had learned.
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Zoobey rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:46 pm
Bilious The hunchback squirmed while the cloaked figure was distracted, panting as he tried to slip out of the whip's grip. Perhaps if their natural abilities had not been oddly effected, the severed arm would have proven more useful, but as it stood, while squirming it popped free, laying on the sand beside him limp and uselessly. Chris HP: 6 Damage: DERP.
Snap, went a strange noise - the figure had taken a Skellyphone photo. Its weapon however, was contently coiling tightly around Christof's other arm, in hopes that it would fall off too.
Damage done: 3
Total HP remaining: 2
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Bilious rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:50 pm
Chibizoo Bilious The hunchback squirmed while the cloaked figure was distracted, panting as he tried to slip out of the whip's grip. Perhaps if their natural abilities had not been oddly effected, the severed arm would have proven more useful, but as it stood, while squirming it popped free, laying on the sand beside him limp and uselessly. Chris HP: 6 Damage: DERP.
Snap, went a strange noise - the figure had taken a Skellyphone photo. Its weapon however, was contently coiling tightly around Christof's other arm, in hopes that it would fall off too.
Damage done: 3
Total HP remaining: 2And... and it was taking PICTURES of him! Frustrated, wobbling, and looking about ready to fall completely to pieces, the hunchback picked up said arm and THREW IT at the cloaked figure. Chris HP: 3 (FFFFF.) Damage: 1 (FFFFFFFFFFF.)
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:50 pm
Calder returned only because he didn't want to be alone. Then again, he had really considered not coming at all and facing whatever the thick fog had to offer. First off, the group he was returning to was, in one way or another, protective bodyguards of Riley. Why such a buff girl needed so many boils around her was anyone's guess, but just thinking of each one worried him. Christof could hit and tear him apart and from the way the Igor had gleed at seeing her, Calder doubted he would get away with just a little punch to the arm if he found out. Jericho seemed like he would burn him to cinders and then leave it for the wild animals to eat. A sacrifice to please the island they were on in hopes of safe travel. And Malodore. Oh geez! Calder knew from seeing those two cuddle in the open before the Scaretenine dance that they were together. Sure, the boil looked frail, but he had blades. Who knew what he could do. He could be packing under those robes and just whip out some sort of crazy blade.
Of all the people there, he thought of one that probably would hurt him the least. Spotting Barth, Calder sneaked up behind him. The kelpie's eyes were wide, his complexion paler than normal, and it seemed he was both wet and missing his jacket. He did manage to find and put on his shirt. Along with his knapsack (book inside), he had a bunch of fish tied on a stick. Several in fact that looked as if they could at least feed all of them if they wanted to sit down, eat, and rest.
Calder wasn't hungry. His stomach had been left to shrivel up and die at that lake. THAT lake. The lake that would not be named. It was the scene of an incident.
Oh, it was still burned in his mind!!!
"....hey Barth........I was thinking.....how about we just get Christof and head out on our own. Doesn't that sound fun?" He was looking around, ears up and alert as if waiting for an attack.
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