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Bloodlust Dante rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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 Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 7:35 pm
Lance was officially creepy in Leon's eyes. Marushii Can I have his hat instead? Bartering for Otto's clothes was a very lucrative thing to do if you could not have the real thing. cue one dart that helped the hunter settle into dreamland. where he could have all the Otto's he could ever want.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 7:47 pm
Marcus arrived to the Cafeteria only to see three things. Abs. Otto. And the fact that there was fighting. Marcus just went towards the Death hunter and- "Why is everything Dis saying about you in my head actually sounding like a good idea?" Eye narrowed as Marcus fought (at lost) at the urge to stare at the majestic death in front of him.
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iStoleYurVamps
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
12, 7
Total: 19 (2-24)
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 9:53 pm
Marie's blades continued to grow, the glow of their runes intensifying to match Circe's shining arcs. The fight was intensifying and the cafeteria was rapidly turning into a war zone. Strangely, no one tried had tried to even defend themselves or escape, proving what a powerful draw of Otto's manly charisma truly was. But things has grown dangerous, and neither lead seemed concerned for anybody's life beyond Otto's and their own.
Now the doctor was not just striking out with Marie, but he was using the whip to grab tables and fling them around, increasing the damage he was doing to both the room and the hunters in it.
Even worse, H looked like he was having fun.
If you wish to escape:
roll 1d20
10+ lets you escape if you aren't paralyzed
15+ let's you escape if you were paralyzed
If you fail to escape or choose not to try:
take 15dmg (except Otto <3)
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Zoobey rolled 2 12-sided dice:
10, 11
Total: 21 (2-24)
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:14 pm
At some point, the Death lead had forgotten about Otto. Well, he still remembered that Otto existed yes, as an object to be claimed and put in a glass cage, but if someone else really wanted the body, he was fine with just the vertically Not Gale challenged Death Hunter's head in a glass cage too. So technically, they could have shared, because sharing was caring.
And if they had shared more in the past, then one or the other wouldn't have existed at this point.
Caelius moved briskly, countering any table his direction by effectively slicing them into fractions, deflecting them against other Hunters. It required a fair bit of precision and effort, and his coat - yes, what a terrible loss - had taken a fair bit of damage from the spines of his opponent's weapon, just a little tattered at the ends. Just a little. His arm was bleeding too, at some point impaled, but he could probably just slap a pad* on it and call it a day.
As yet another table was cleaved and shattered, the Death lead took a second to swing upwards, scattering the ceiling to make it rain plaster and very large chunks of cement. A fine layer of dust now contributed to the overall chaos, buying Caelius a short bit of time. The ceiling was also caving, a thick gash extending downwards.
He paused for a small second amidst all the chaos to consider something very deeply. It seemed like a sort of conversation with his weapon that probably involved the lines of "I'm going to do something very stupid and you are going to let me do it", and a second later, arced Circe sideways and plunged the weapon blade-first into the ground, a shockwave rippling out underneath the tiles, sending everything scattering for dramatic effect. Half-formed bright blue circles, and then runes, began to glow from the ground, extending outwards from the epicenter, growing more complete into intricate patterns that filled themselves out. The room began to waver and then slowly turn white, a sharp, shrilling noise beyond the boundaries of sound taking over, a ringing that seemed for weaker souls to crush all sensation, sound, sight, until all there was was only a deafening noise-
* A compress pad, god.
OOC If you are a trainee you take -17 damage. ( If you are at 0 you can just pass out okay.) - If you are a full Hunter, half this damage
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mare rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:18 pm
He loveded you Otto. HE LOVEDED YOU!! 
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 1:03 am
Oh.
Shirtlessness.
The shockwave hurt, but that wasn't why Noah fainted.
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 2:27 am
Lawr's better judgment even through the haze of confusion stepped up to the plate and told him running away was probably a really good idea.
But by then it was too late.
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 3:11 am
How humiliating. First de-hoodie'd, then hit on by Marcus, and then sent head over heels by a shockwave. The world island was a cruel place for one so attractive. Where Marie had failed to harm Otto, Circe hadn't the courtesy.
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 3:29 am
Al was crushed dramatically in a flurry of whips, scythe, plaster, and tile. When the dust settled, even he was amazed to find himself still somehow conscious. He crawled to his feet and spotting Otto with nothing but crumbled bits of ceiling for chest-modesty, rushed over to "save" him. "Well. Hello there handsome."
Even more eyebrows waggling than before.
HP - 5/40
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 4:05 pm
:I Al. Forever an opportunist. Otto smacked him over the head with a piece of ceiling tile.
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 4:12 pm
Al endured the ceiling smack attack
"Does this mean you like me too?" Al's eyes lit up with delight. Otto-bro was flirting.
"Do you like spicy food?" emotion_kirakira
Bittiface Al returns that love tenfold
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 4:19 pm
Otto grimaced and started smacking Al over the head again. " NO I DON'T! I hate everything you love!" He tried to assure him in a panic. Otto did actually like spicy food once in a while, just to punish his body for being short.
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 4:38 pm
"Because I'm awesome like you man?" heart
"You like sweet things, like cake or ice cream then?" Something just was not getting through...
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 4:44 pm
Why was he still talking? Otto sneered, running out of s**t to throw at the other Deathy, when an idea hit him. "Yeah... yeah I love sweets.". . . "Get me like... all the sweets you can find on the island. And all the Dr. Pepper. Put it all in a box for me. Do it now." Maybe he'd get cured after all that running around and then he'd be free....
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 4:51 pm
"OKAY!" Al smiled from ear to ear and clearly was about to zoom off before halting. "Wait, there's a fight going on. I can't leave you here to get hurt." He turned his back to Otto. "Let me carry you from this chaos, like a mighty steed." Yes. Yes. He just whinnied too.
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