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chiickadee rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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 Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 6:23 pm
Danny created a small fireball in her hand to try and dry some of her clothes and hair off, but it wasn't really helping. Not to mention is was making the cuts on her skin itch. Luckily her tail was capable of stretching out far enough from the "drip zone," but it wasn't really encouraging.
Still, she was making some sort of progress though, because she soon found the table and vase she had knocked over. Well that was good news right?
Come to think of it, where was the rest of her group? Surely someone had to have gotten here by now?
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 7:13 pm
So many Nyyrikkis all mirroring his actions. He never thought he'd dislike seeing himself so much. That, plus the added flashes of light from the disco ball, made it really difficult to navigate. He was probably laving finger prints everywhere from trying to stay upright, but he didn't care. Maybe he'd leave so many smudges they mirrors wouldn't be able to reflect anymore!
He wished.
A moment later, he came upon a flipped table and a vase, with a very... damp-looking Danny standing nearby. Well. Lots of Dannys. He couldn't really tell which one was her. "What happened to you?" It was hard to hide the chuckle in his voice.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 8:34 pm
Heeeey. The maze couldn't just take Rikki's voice! That was no fair. No fair at all. No fair to have toilets that exploded, no fair that there were icky mirrors everywhere, no fair no fair no fa-
Wait that was just the real Rikki, no worries. Waaaait a second. Rikki!
Danny flung herself down the corridor at the boil, happy to see anyone she knew. She flopped happily onto him, bloody hands and sopping jacket and all. He probably wouldn't be too happy about that.
She exited out of the gross hug and said, "Where have you been! I got lost and there were monsters and well no wait no mosters, just evil flowers and YEAH!" Was her eagerness apparent?
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 8:44 pm
????
Something shifted in the maze: even those without the ability to normally sense anything could feel a strange presence, a prickling, as if someone was staring from behind them.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:04 pm
Roch jerked, turning around quickly to see what the jack was going on. His ghost sense was gone, his boo sense overridden by the jackin' bass playing, but that--he definitely felt that. It was a hell of a lot scarier than the boo that'd thrown his bowler hat at him, too.
"Who's there?" he demanded, holding his guitar by the neck with both hands. "Show yourself!" He would probably be attacked from behind--he turned, moving so he was half facing the ghost, half facing whatever it was that had been behind him... or trying to. "Moure, move so your back is to me."
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:14 pm
Moure, one arm sagging and still raging a bit due to his planty failure, when he felt the prickling sensation. The feeling of something under his skin was probably worse than a non-undead, since his skin actually COULD have something crawling around in it without his knowledge.
Moure gave a slight shudder, then heard Roch giving him a suggestion. Moure gave a nod, and then said his response aloud in case Roch couldn't see him. "Right. Good idea..." Moure immediately stepped back, watching the boo-thing out of one eye. His shoulder bumped Roch's slightly from behind and Moure murmured, "Here. I'm guessing you can feel that too?" Moure asked, bringing his arms up just in case they were ambushed from his side. His heavy bag in his right hand, the undead was prepared for hopefully the worst. He felt his stitched together body straining slightly, the battles having taken their toll on his built frame.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:23 pm
"Yeah, I feel it," Roch said, keeping one eye on the boo they were supposed to be fighting. "And it ain't a ghost. Least, if it is, it's like none I've ever run into. It's not one of those guys, either. Or if it is, it's in a different league. Jackdamn, I KNEW this field trip was gonna blow."
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 11:29 am
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It wasn't a thing, or even, remotely threatening. As the presence, the Fear, extended itself, all the students could feel was a strange sensation: as if all their senses had been extended infinitely, as if they were suddenly at peace with themselves, that they belonged here, that they were waiting for this very moment.
A form was shifting out of the darkness, edges soft and blue, bits of its Fear curling around it to form what seemed like pieces of long, ornate fabric and locks of hair. Large, imploring eyes blinked once from the half-formed face as the rest of its ethereal body sought to create itself into something more substantial.
'Will you help me?' It was a gentle request that came out of nowhere, that rang in their heads. 'Will you help me save our friends?'
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 3:52 pm
Moure's wariness melted as something washed over them. It was a beautiful feeling, one of peace and serene joy. It was not a feeling Moure had often experienced, and his essence seemed to fill with bliss. The patchwork lowered his bag slowly, no longer bracing it as if he'd use it as a weapon. This thing did not need to be attacked, not when it brought such pure emotion with it.
Moure's bright, electric blue eyes widened as something seemed to form out of the darkness. The light blues, draping fabrics, wispy hair. His eyes took in the look of the eyes, inconciously comparing them to those he knew. These are were much kinder in appearance than those of Cphira's, and they prompted him to listen to the being's voice.
The being's plea rang into Moure's mind, and he immediately found himself nodding. "Of course." Moure was created to help out, and now was no exception. He gave a deeper nod, almost to what could be considered a bow, and said to the half-formed being, "Of course. Just tell me what to do, and I'll obey." Something about this figure just made Moure feel accepted, and he would do anything for someone who gave him that long sought after joy.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 3:59 pm
Roch's guitar lowered against his will, tapping against the floor as he looked at the being in front of them. He swallowed, feeling the peace, the belonging, and... a tiny, tiny part of his mind warned him that something was definitely wrong with that fact.
But...
"Wait," he said. "Our friends? Who? What's happened to them?" he asked. "We're going to need healed if we're going to do this," he said, pulling his guitar up and slinging it over his back on its strap. "You know where they are, right?"
In other words he was rearing to go.
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Marsh the Sex Panda rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 10:34 pm
The successful hit on Roch discombobulated Theodore Winston for a moment and by the time he had regained his senses things had changed. He wasn't paying attention to that though, instead his attention was focused on Roch. He would just have to try harder to run him out.
He zoomed forwards throwing himself at Roch.
((HP: 7
Damage to ROch: 7 - 6 = 1)))
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Ice Queen rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 6:36 am
He was still peaceful. But this was Roch. When the boo started attacking again his body reacted without even engaging his brain, and he flipped his guitar off his back, bashing it hard upside the boo's body. He didn't even seem to register what he was doing--at least until he turned towards Theo with a little grin. That... that was kind of creepy. ((Attacking Theodore Damage: 4 Roch's HP: 21))
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Marsh the Sex Panda rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 11:55 am
When Theodore Winston was smacked with guitar he ricocheted off it, spinning across the room, his bowler and monocle falling askew. This didn't deter him though, instead he floated back towards Roch with a sigh. These two leggers would never learn.
When Roch grinned at him the boo was slightly taken aback. Not only were they not classy these invaders were plain weird. He didn't bother with words, instead he attacked again, nothing if not persistent.
((HP: 3
Damage to Roch: 12 - 6 = 6))
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Ice Queen rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 12:06 pm
Roch took the attack, not even grunting even though it hurt. He was used to being hit, so it wasn't that big of a shock. Instead he brought up his guitar, intent on finishing the tophat wearing nuisance off. He had friends to save!! The guitar hit, but not quite as solidly as he would have liked. ((Attacking: Theodore Damage: 2 Roch's HP: 15))
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Trira rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 4:09 pm
Moure was basking in the joyous feeling of belonging when that little blue ghost decided to attack them again. His peace was momentarily shattered, and Moure zeroed in on the little ghost. Apparently Roch was recieving it's interference about as well, since the reaper had already smacked it twice.
Moure brought his pack up again, and gave a swing at the boo. They had places to be, people to save, and if this thing was in the way, they weren't going to be doing anything but fighting it. Roch's hits seemed to have weakened it severely, and Moure hoped his attack would do something for once.
Aaaand of course he misses. That's it. Moure was going to make someone teach him how to fight someday. Seriously. This was just pathetic.
((Attacking: Theodore
Damage: 0 damage.
Moure's Health: 4 Health Points.))
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