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 Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 7:33 am
Students thralled past Bul in a Sydney pursuit to reds remains. It wouldn't have bothered him so much until they started to pound at them. Bul almost wailed out but even Demi went for one. Wrapping his tail around his waist for decency he approached the hellhound with tear stains still on his face.
"Demi... why... can't we just leave her be?" He asked gently. There was nothing rude or indecent in his voice but he looked down at a pile of ash as if It were speaking to him.
"No I can't red. " he murmured. "You already gave me everything how could I?" Buls eyes remained vacant.Sorry for typos phone post
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Miliardo Kason rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 7:38 am
When the barrier fell so did Sammy, all her weight dumped forward onto the barrier left her unbalanced as she toppled down into the dirt. For a while she didn't move, only her shoulders did, the gentle shake of someone crying.
It went on for a while before Sammy finally dragged herself up, moving towards the remains of what was Red. Slowly she would reach out, running a hand along the side of her skull, feeling every crack, every scratch that had been made either by the bite of a hunter, or even their own attacks.
She continued to run her hand over this eyes half closed and mouth stuck in a grim frown as tears made threats to break out again.
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Miliardo Kason rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 7:41 am
"Where we supposed to die Red? Where you so suborn to spare us the pain of one death that you took one you could never come back from?" Her fingers continued to trace the wounds on bone as hard as stone. No FEAR, no life, nothing came from these bones but an empty feeling. Other students worked at it as well, chipping chunks off to keep as their own. She was no different, but she didn't want to hit Red for it... so her fingers continued to move gently pressing against stone as she ran her hands along the skull.
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Miliardo Kason rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 7:42 am
She didn't reach out to strike at the skull, her hands simply continued to run along the cracks, gently her fingers found one deep enough to slip inside, she didn't think, she simply tugged at it, but rather then break away the crack split deeper and the chunk of bone became ash, stumbling backwards Sammy flinched. All around little ash piles remained.
Slowly she stepped back from the skull looking around, in her silence she stumbled away from the fallen teacher, towards a spot earlier that felt like it was years ago to kick at the remains of her duffle bag. She had watched Red from here, watched as she poured FEAR into that strange weapon and slowly fall apart. Leaning down she rummage through pulling out a bottle filled with painkillers. Without a second thought she dumped a quarter of the bottle into her mouth. The rest in her pocket.
Again she stumbled back towards the bones, the bones and the ashes. With a dull thump she landed beside a pile, slowly she scooped, once, twice, and the bottle was full. She couldn't dare touch Red again, to break her again, it would be too much so she gathered a bit of ash instead. Her bottle full she capped the lid and sat there on her knee's in silence, thin lines of tears rolling down her cheeks.
She wasn't even aware this mangled body could do that still.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 7:44 am
Damien wasn't sure that someone was even talking to him, if it was a student, or Melas or Red somehow trying to connect with him through the skull. That was until he looked behind him at the prone figure of Bul, his eyes red and puffy much like his own. "Leave her be?" he echoed the question back, his own voice hoarse and half gone after the adrenaline left, leaving him broken and feeble. "Why should we leave here here in this place?" he argued back, there were no heat in his words, just a tired voice that wanted nothing more than for it to be over. "She belongs with us, at home, not here." he muttered softly, picking up another piece from off the floor that turned to dust and ash almost immediately and tore at the hounds heart. "I can't just leave her here Bul, I can't leave a comrade behind like this." He said back, the walls of the demon dogs heart was quickly eroding now that he had to admit it.
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Lilwolfpard rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 7:58 am
Remi stared up as the scene unfolded before him.
Eyes wide, mouth dry, he watched as the creature (whom was apparently once red) Turned to to stone. He watched in horror as the gray slipped up her side, changing her... there was nothing he could do. Nothing none of them could do. With her last breath came the final expansion of energies, one that protected them.
With her passing, he soon found his pin to be working once more... where he shifted back in to his old and tattered clothing that once was a nice suit. He didnt care.
He just... flat out didnt care anymore.
They defiled her, defiled her memoir and grave by destroying all but her skull and a few measly spikes that were on her back. How..how could they do such a thing? First they change her into THAT... and then they destroy her.
No, she deserved better. She deserved to come home. He thought that to himself as he carefully hit the fragments left behind...trying to make himself a smaller piece.
Roll 1: Sucess
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demon_pachabel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 8:01 am
It seemed that they were all freed from that barrier they had been put behind. Yet still, Shehk remained there, watching her classmates as they got up to approach the solid stone skull of their teacher, each trying to claim a trophy. For a moment, she hesitated doing such herself. Wasn't it bad enough that Red had to have fallen at all?
Now everybody wanted a piece of her. However, it took only a moment for the pricolici to get up and also walk towards the skull as well, reaching out to put her hand on it gently. After a moment, she moved from the skull and instead moved over to one of the horns instead, grabbing a piece with both hands and then leaning down onto it, it groaned underneath her hands, but it didn't snap...
but it didn't immediately break to ash either.
((Attempt 1, roll 1))
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demon_pachabel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 8:04 am
Shehk again pressed down onto the horn, leaning more of her weight onto it, but trying to be gentle. Oh, please be gentle.... please...she didn't want anything more than for it to break off....
((Roll 2 ))
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demon_pachabel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 8:05 am
The horn made a slight 'crunch' noise underneath her hands as it gave away further underneath her weight. That was..that was good, right? The pricolici took a deep breath before she shifted her weight and leaned further onto it.
With a final 'crunch', the horn gave way underneath her and broke off - almost cleanly so, before she leaned away and took up her trophy in both hands. For a moment she just stared, before pulling it to her chest and hugging it tightly. It was both the most beautiful and the saddest thing she'd ever seen.
((Roll 3! Shehk has taken a piece of Horn ))
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Enoh Love rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 8:08 am
(( kajfghkfjgha wrong dice one moment ))
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Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 8:09 am
The barrier disappeared, and Amrita watched through her tears as her comrades went forward, trying to claim a piece of Red. Part of her was horrified - why would they do that? She was already ruined, why make it worse? But as she thought of it, she understood; they couldn't bring her back as she was, but they could at least make sure some of her went back home.
It was a slow climb back to her feet, but when it was completed she walked forward, trying to keep her steps as even as she could. She looked at the skull, at the horns, and finally at the back plate; that was where she solemnly moved, reaching up to try and claim a piece to bring home.
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Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 8:10 am
She felt it give, just a little bit, and leaned in a little more, biting back another sob as she tried to free a piece.
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Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 8:11 am
The back plate cracked once more, and Amrita shifted her stance, holding on to the piece with both hands now. "I...I'm so sorry, Red." She murmured under her breath, giving one final heave; something came loose, and so suddenly that it sent her to the ground. No sound emitted from her for that moment, just taking the time to sit on the ground, curled around the piece of back plate she held against her chest.
(( Amrita has acquired - piece of back plate! ))
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Lilwolfpard rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 8:19 am
..And he kept thinking that as he balled his fist, and punched at the object once more. Close... a little closer. Almost there.
Roll 2: success
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Lilwolfpard rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 8:21 am
Biting his lip.. and with one final punch, he found his delicate punching to be worth it. A piece slipped off of the larger and landed in to his palm. Wrapping his fingers around th dark gray piece, he gave a small nod to the Werewolf professor they once knew. He could not take her entirely back, but he chose to take a pice from her that was the closest to her. While the horns and the back scales were nice, the skull was where her mind once dwelled.
Remi was not strong... he was weak and usually a runner. There was one thing he never would do, no matter how hurt or torn up he became he still had his manly pride. So the boil, since coming to Amityville, refused to cry. A single tear rolled out of his eye, wiped away a second later. No... he would not cry, couldn't.
At least not while in the presence of others.
Roll 3: Success (Remi has taken a Piece of the skull )
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