[ MISSION ORP ] Last Man Standing - WRAPUP + RP POINTS P95

[medigel]

The hopeful look was replaced with disgust. "You know I don't like French Vanilla," Jack said with a scowl, even though the only times he had actually mentioned it were in passing. Once. At 3 in the morning. "It's a ******** waste of coffee, honestly."

Grey Dragon

 

[MoonKitsune]

He never did like those games.  

[Inle-roo]

"Enough of this bullshit," Evan muttered. He wasn't going to waste time trying to knock Milo out--the way his luck was running, he'd probably wind up getting infected too. Instead of fighting Milo, he did it the easy way and hauled the other Sun over his shoulder. He held him there securely until they made it to the designated containment room, then dropped him, turned, and walked out. He was so done.

chirigami

 

[Meegane]

[ ANTIVIRUS ]

When everything was too quiet, some memories surfaced in her mind, making her eyes dimmer. The ambers were still clear but much darker because of the changes in emotions. Yet, she didn't stop, hands still matching the runes like a robot.

Luckily, no one was paying attention on the petite Death as she was silent and beckoning darkness.

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Roll 1: 4
Roll 2: 1

Number: 1/ 3

 

[Baneful]

He fished out a new vial.

"And then I'd stomp on them."

 

[Nio Love]

Maebe seemed to let it go for the moment, actually looking for a new piece of vial. When she found it, she exposed that she let nothing go, ever. "Oh, were you saying something? Sorry, I can't hear lies."  

[MoonKitsune]

He sighed and looked at the few vials in his pocket. He was almost out.  

[Meegane]

[ ANTIVIRUS ]

Be careful, the darkness is gonna to swallow you.

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Roll 1: 3
Roll 2: ?

Number: 1/ 3

 

[MoonKitsune]

He hoped the billionth time was the charm.  

[Nothing Yet]

Relief flooded Mimsy's body in turn, drowning out all anxieties and concerns and unfavorable potentials, immersing her so deeply into it that she could hardly breathe. She leaned against Robert as he held her, and tried to blink past her eyes' lack of focus, mouth opening and closing again as she floundered in her inability to properly speak.

"He was my enemy," she quietly managed, muffled with her cheek smushed against him. "And I did what I needed to do."

Her gaze wandered back towards the body, the undeniable indicator of her success, her victory, and she felt a little sick at the thought of leaving him. But it was not spawned of compassion - she feared that abandoning her prize would mean that someone else might come to claim him. Someone else might attempt to take what was hers.

And that simply wouldn't do.

She pulled away from Robert to crawl towards where Kostya continued to lay motionless on the ground, and gently picked up his hand, hunching over it as if she were very carefully checking for a pulse. For a moment, her fingers did brush over his wrist, but it had nothing to do with his vitals; she was making an assessment, then a decision in turn. Slowly, as not to draw excessive attention, she slipped her scissors out of her pocket, curled her hand around its as one might hold a scalpel, and left a mark that would refute anyone else's claim.

Satisfied, invigorated by the sense of justice and balance her victory had won for her, she replaced the scissors and took a deep breath, savoring the scent of fresh blood. As she exhaled, she turned to smile at Robert, teeth still stained red between them.

"Come on." She flung her arms around him, and began to insistently pull with all of her weight. "Let's go somewhere better suited for us."

Nio Love

cherno astra

 

[Baneful]

But there was no one to actually blame for science and all the woes it had caused him. Only the pieces of his broken hopes and dreams vial

 

[chirigami]

/o/ MILO HAS THE PARANOIA VIRUS ~/o/

More lies! More of them were spewing out of another one of these monster's mouths. Milo wasn't going to have any of it, he wasn't going to fall for any of it. He was going to fight every last one of them and then finally maybe he would get what he needed. Milo changed his grip, ready to heave Koume back and around to land upon "Damaras" but found the situation changing entirely.

"Damaras" decided to do things differently, was apparently going to kidnap him or something! "You're not taking me alive!" He screamed, flailing oh so unprofessional like - really, almost like a child but with a gigantic weapon in hand.

< He's trying to help, you idiot! >

Milo soon found himself shoved and dropped into a room, flat on his back with his naginata cluttering to the ground beside him. s**t, what the hell. This could mean a whole number of things for him - turned into a monster, stolen of his energy for the greater evil, mind warped. s**t. Milo tried to scramble for the door.

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attacking: NOPE
damage: --
hp: 12/50

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He can't recognize friend from foe, and everyone to him looks terrifying. There is no hunger however, just paranoia, an extreme case of it. He has half his HP and can attack as per usual. If he does more than 10 damage in a single turn, anyone surrounding him also contracts that paranoia (can't tell friend from foe/ everyone looks like a terrifying enemy), at half health. If anyone with the virus reaches 0 HP, they can be KO'ed to be treated the same way. Anyone who contracts the virus also spreads it by dealing more than 10 damage in a single turn.

Anyone with this strain of virus should post that they have the paranoia virus in bold goldenrod + in ooc below list its effects! This virus cannot overlap with the existing one.

nyxtsuki moon

Milo is saved! In Room C... or is he ninja

inlee-roo

 

[Meegane]

[ ANTIVIRUS ]

Let it be, if that's your destiny.

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Roll 1: 3
Roll 2: 5

Number: 1/ 3

 

[Pales]

There was a small grin as he managed another success.

"You have a funny way of saying that you agree with everything I say, because I am right about everything in the world." He replied back at her.

[2]  

[MoonKitsune]

He tossed the dead vial down and used another.