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 Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 5:16 pm
CHANCE - LIGHTHOUSEChance's eyes were closed, so he didn't see anyone arrive, almost didn't hear him until he heard the rough gasping for air. His head against Otto's shoulder, hand still resting on Maebe, he dragged his eyes open once more to find Dawson standing there, looking somewhat worse for the wear.
"...hey, Shaggy," he said lightly, "Come to join the part - "
But something - or rather, someone, skidded into the lighthouse after him. Red eyes looking startlingly out of place against pale, freckled skin, Oliver had never looked less like himself. It felt somehow wrong, like it had with Otto - two people not meant to bask in bloodshed.
Chance lifted his head up off of Otto and drew Maebe a little closer to himself, a wary expression flickering across his face.
"Oliver," he said wearily. "Well, this sucks."
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 5:18 pm
Beach
Creedence woke to something dripping on her face. Dimly she could see it was coming from the neck of the body on top of her.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 5:55 pm
There was a split second struggle in which Gale could clearly see the hellish look in her eyes as she was stabbed—and then, after a series of convulsing, went still across him. When she came to, Stormy merely whimpered and pushed her head into the sand, hands weakly balling fists in her hair. Everything hurt too much to move otherwise.
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medigel rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 8
Total: 17 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 5:58 pm
He growled at Chel's impudence, though it wasn't the monstrous sounds coming out of some of the other hunters, certainly not like Peyton's. But even if Jack had been able to stop himself, he wouldn't now; this was the perfect excuse, the opportunity to wipe her out at last. True and fulfilling justice.Peyton's knee was blunted, and while both of them knocked against him, her momentum was somewhat checked. Rather than double over, Jack was merely pushed back, and while it was clear he was beginning to tire from swinging the sword around, he wasn't stopping anytime soon. "Fine," he snapped, striking at the cretin once more. "I will get to you soon enough." Attacking Peyton for: 11 Jack hp: 24
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medigel rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 6:12 pm
Lighthouse For once his inability to sit still counted for something. Dawson quickly glanced around at the three—exhausted, bleeding, and in Maebe's case apparently unconscious—and realized three more things: one, that Creedence wasn't with them (no no no you were supposed to stick together); two, that he had just brought them danger at the worst possible time; and three, that he needed to make up for running away like a coward. The rest of it was too much to process, though if he lived through this, he would have quite a bit to stew on. He didn't have water or bandages, but he could at least continue being the only thing he was ever good for: a meatshield. As Oliver lunged for him, Dawson rolled away and somehow got to his feet. The exhaustion he had seemed to dissipate for just a moment. Maybe it was adrenaline that set his nerves on fire, maybe it was the constant fear reaching a peaking point, maybe it was the burning desire to do something right. With strength he didn't know he possessed, he grabbed the back of Oliver's shirt with both hands and dragged him to the entrance to the lighthouse. With a growl of a grunt, Dawson bodily threw the once timid Lifer down the stairs. Sorry, lil' buddy. For a few seconds, all he could do was pant heavily. Then Dawson sighed through his nose and turned back to the trio. "Sawry 'bout that," he rumbled as he wiped at his face, blood still trickling from the tears in his chest and arms. "Uh...Ya want me t'look...around here for some...?" Unless they had already done that... "How ya'll doin'?" he asked more softly, brows knitting. pushing Oliver away for: 6 perfect timing Daws hp: 17 BC I mix him up with Stormy whoops
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Grey Dragon rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 6:34 pm
[Oliver - Lighthouse] It would have been over in a second, even in his enraged state Oliver was unable to fight being bodily tossed by the larger man. Unfortunately he landed up against the railing and instead of tumbling down he merely fell once on his backside. Within a second he was on his feet again, and back to threat status for the small group. Quote: Falling down Stairs: Nope~HP: 20 Virus: Red Eye
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Bittiface rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 6:48 pm
"Forget it." Otto grumbled, steadying Chance as he moved to stand. Everything hurt; where Maebe had bit him, and even his head felt as if a lump was forming under the cut she'd made. His muscles ached, but he stood anyway, leaning Chance against a wall as if he were made of fragile glass. "Stay here.. be right back, okay?" He murmured, fussing some more before prying himself away. He was weak, and tired. But he had a weapon. He could save them all. Protect them all. Otto summoned Tenya, a 6 foot tall boomerang, and aimed at the doorway. He moved to throw it at Oliver's form, but just as he was about to let go, a ripping pain ran through his arm as he opened the wound on his chest from exertion. He cried out, the boomerang clattering uselessly against a wall. Quote: Otto HP 10 Target: Oliver Damage: NONE its a miss
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Beejoux rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 7
Total: 18 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 7:32 pm
[Peyton] Why was the other one interfering? She was nothing, insignificant. She turned a glance at her, lips pulling back in a feral rumble of a growl. Glaring with those awful, red eyes. Chel didn't hold her attention for long though, even as she shoved her way between them, forcing her back. Peyton only had one target in that moment. One enemy. One goal. The sword came at her, a flurry of arching blows, and the shriek the sun let loose was more fury than pain. Blood blossomed on her stomach, across the bicep of one arm, and along the apple of her cheek. A formidable defense, if he could keep it up, but she could see the fatigue in him. Not strong enough. He wasn't strong enough. He didn't deserve to win. The first time her eyes had turned it had been nothing but blind rage and violence. The latter remained, warm and familiar, but this time around clarity had lingered. Not enough for reason or logic to touch it, but thought was present. Nothing that should pass through any normal human's mind, but thought, none-the-less. She waited until the blade wavered, waited for him to move enough so the pink haired hunter wasn't directly between them, then she was moving again, closing in to bury one dainty fist into his stomach before following it up with the bony points of her knuckles cracking into the bottom of his jaw. HP: 13 DMG: 12 Target: Jack Status: Red-eye
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kuropeco rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 7:37 pm
CHANCE - LIGHTHOUSEOliver had been thrown down the stairs once already, but it seemed like it wasn't about to stick, because he was back a second later, eyes burning red. Chance's head rolled sideways to raise his eyebrows at Dawson.
"Just fine," he answered, without a shred of sarcasm, a slight flicker of a smile on his face. "Better than some, at least."
He didn't like the idea of Otto leaving them, Chance's fingers gently wrapping around Otto's wrist briefly and squeezing; a gentle reassurance. But he knew there wasn't really a choice. He and Maebe were both out of commission, for the most part, and all they had left were Dawson and Otto, the latter of which currently unsteady on his feet.
"Be careful," Chance murmured, giving Otto a careful look. "I've got Maebe, I'll keep her safe, but you be careful too, okay?"
He looked around for something he could throw, found a rock, and chucked that, but for all the good it did, he might as well have thrown a jellybean.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 7:53 pm
[COURTYARD]
Dawson got attacked by Oliver and before he could help, he found himself under attack from yet another of the teeming horde of infected and by the time he could wriggle free, they were gone.
He was exhausted, mentally and physically cleaned out by everything that happened and had no idea where to go any longer that was safe, he brushed himself off, still in the ******** crater he'd woken up in (where had a crater even come from???)
HP: 17/60
Damage: -
Runics: Improved Bandages (Bandages: Heal for a quarter of your total HP ) - USED
??? Fragment - Anyone who touches the ??? fragment will be cured of the virus/have their counter go back to 0
Runic Dagger
Melee Dice 2d6-6
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medigel rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 7:54 pm
Oliver was getting up regardless. "Aw hay-ell." An arm shot out to help steady Otto, though doing so made him wince. Dawson wasn't above getting help, though, especially since the guy had apparently gotten his real weapon back. Sure could have been nice to borrow that sickle, though... "Anyone got candy?" he joked weakly. "He's a real glutton fer snacks." Bracing himself, he moved to stop Oliver from getting any closer, trying to lock the hunter in an arm lock so he could toss him further down the stairs. attacking Oliver for: and back to being useless Daws hp: 17 Grey Dragon up to you if he tries to take falling damage again...
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Grey Dragon rolled 2 12-sided dice:
10, 11
Total: 21 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 8:13 pm
[Oliver - Lighthouse] Where a deliberate action had failed, it seemed an accidental one was more effective. While Dawson attempted to get a grasp on Oliver safely, one arm struck the kid off balance and finally he toppled backwards down the stairs. When he hit the bottom he was still for a few seconds, stunned in a way not even the rage could prevent. Then he slowly struggled to his feet. Quote: Falling down Stairs: 15HP: 5 Virus: Red Eye
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 8:37 pm
"Candy ain't gunna bring him back." Otto murmured darkly. If cries for help and pleading didn't stop Otto... ********.. the look Chance had given him when he'd... He watched with a wince as Oliver tumbled down the stairs, watching his limbs snap in unnatural angles. "Jesus Christ.." He hadn't the heart to throw Tenya at him now, even as the kid struggled to keep going. "Maybe if we block the door..."
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kuropeco rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 8:43 pm
CHANCE - LIGHTHOUSEHe was keeping his promise of carefully keeping Maebe away from the line of fire, Chance reaching around for another rock. His fingers closed around something small and hard, and he pulled it towards him, finding a little piece of wood in his palm.
"It's kind of just picking the lesser of two evils," he rasped out, and tossed the wood down the stairs from his position on the floor. "I think he'll be okay once he wakes up, Oliver's a good kid."
A pause.
"When, you know, he's not infested by a virus."Quote: Virus Counter: 24 HP: 1 DMG: 3
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chiickadee rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 9:08 pm
Courtyard
"Aw now Jack-" Chel grunted, "Don't make me play seconds again. Hit me now." Anything to tear the twosome apart- even if pretty words weren't going to work, she could at least say she'd tried. "Unless you're gonna let all my s**t slide. Merlin and all that- you think Peyton needs more justice than me?"
Only half a truth, but any lies were her only weapons.
Peyton was too fast in her infuriated state, Jack's sword was killer against fists. Jack was taking on more damage than Chel intended, and Peyton was showing signs of battle damage. Where was Chris when you needed someone actually trained to defend? All Chel knew how to do was tackle a b***h where it counted.
Which was exactly what she did- in the wavering moment where Peyton had to recover from her swing, Chel vaulted forward and tackled Peyton to the ground. At the very least, Jack was going to have to stab through her to get to Peyton at all. If her words weren't enough, she'd prefer to be taking the sword over Peyton.
[ DEFENDING JACK FOR: 2 ]
Quote: Virus Counter: 36 HP: 60/60 Runics: Barrier Daggers, Torch
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