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Smerdle rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-20)
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 Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:34 pm
"I'll, um..." he began, breaking away from the marid completely and running toward whip-Hunter again. Somehow he managed to smack the guy and get away, but when he turned back to find Yaya, he couldn't find her in the chaos. Wait. Was that a topless Hunter? ------------------------ (( OOC: Character Name: West HP: 50-7= 43/50 Target: H Damage: 7 Effect: Punchings. Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0 )) lizbot Smerdle's character West is attacking H for 7 damage! Appearance West is a lightly toasted demon with flowers blooming out of a mostly closed crossbow bolt wound in his chest. He normally looks like this.
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:34 pm
Zar's anger grew and grew and grew the more he watched the battles. People were playing right in to these horsemen's hands. They were attacking the hunters, falling for the horrible trick that went on all around them. Couldn't they feel the puppeteer's strings upon them? Couldn't they TELL this was all a fraud?
The students were expected to attack the hunters.
He refused.
Instead he turned his claws in a moment of blind rage and irritation on the nearest horseman he could find.
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OOC:
Character Name: Zar
HP: 40/40
Target: Alke
Damage: 3
Fear: GC
Danse-hexe Zar, despite being a student is attacking Alke for 3
Appearance A very formal looking demon, dressed in a long conquest style robe with four perfectly polished horns and a long tentacle like tail [x]
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:35 pm
She watched as Siddie moved away, going to fight with the girl from the haunted house, she was impressed as how well she was doing but had little time to worry about that. Instead she turned towards something else.
For half a second her world froze, not Invictus, not the heir, not after Riley. How much could they take if that kept up? It took a moment, a long moment of silence and stunned shock as she stood beside that statue. A void of white forming, what happened next made her eyes go wides. Invictus was struck down but he was back and taller too? Still her eyes flickered silently as she watched the horsemen renewed again. Brought back from simply not existing.
She paused for just a moment looking back at Shehk and the statue before moving towards the Heir of Conquest. The world shifted and felt heavier as she moved closer towards the horsemen.
"Invictus." She spoke calmly considering the recent events, her robes that he had given her slightly more worn but hanging on her shoulders as she stood just at the edge of his power.
"You've gotten taller, it suits you." She glanced at the hunters frowning, "Or those ones are just getting shorter." She noticed the one had a very interesting flower growing out of it's shoulder and she pointed towards it looking at the Heir, "May I?"----------- (( OOC: Character Name: Sammy - 5'7 zombie, burned left arm of bone and purple fire eyes of FEAR HP: 40/40 Target: Rep and RP Damage: -- Effect: Going to pick flowers 8D ))
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:36 pm
With the fire out, she looked around slowly for her teammates. Kettil was spotted first. She tried to stand, but to no avail, wincing at the pain that seared through her roots. So she drug herself towards him instead. "Ket...til.." she murmured weakly, reaching his side. Her roots were pulled up to tuck under herself, eyes looking along the reaper, "Are... you alright..?"
She couldn't see Joachim yet, a single arm propping her up to keep from falling down again.
Character Name: Ev
HP: 26/3o
Target: Aria
Damage: 0
Effect: ---
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3
Appearance Ev, her height can vary due to her roots, but she's usually standing at 5'7.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:36 pm
Siddie hissed gleefully as the human was thrown off, landing hard on the ground. "I bet you know all about having a hard time looking good," she sniped, and raised a hand with the full intention of slapping Candace good and hard. The knee hit her in the gut, and she squeaked and folded over. Oh JACK that hurt!
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Face your demons rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:40 pm
Amarus would be trailing along after Faustus and Olivia, as holding hands made them pretty hard not to follow, if she didn't want to lose her group...! Besides, Amarus knew Willow from pre-trials, and Mercedes from the battle in the War room... So she would never leave Willow to that fate willingly.
Distracted, yet again, by the sheer amount of ... stuff that was going on everywhere, Amarus set out to hit Mercedes, but ended up underestimating the range necessary and trailing behind, watching the action unfold. The lotus blossoms' effect coupled with the sheer chaos was.. beginning to make her feel sick. She thought she might pause for a moment, and perhaps sit down-- in the middle of battle?!
[[ OOC:
Character Name: Amarus
HP: 30/30
Target: Mercedes.
Damage: -
Effect: ICly feeling kind of nauseous.
chirigami AND ALSO FOLLOWING <3 Lol Oli xD Mar would like to train you in the ways of the fight. Tiny powerhouse. <3. Pepzilla Amarus is attacking Mercedes for 0 damage Appearance Characterized by large bells, black ribbons, lack of shoes and pink-purple hair, Amarus is a Lotus Eater Y1 student with a pink-purple flicker over her skin, which represents her essence.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:44 pm
Jerry was trembling, whining with pain and winced back as blurry pale hands made their way towards his face. When the broken glasses were returned, he blinked in confusion. Was... was the horseman mocking him? Messing with him? Pitying him? For a brief moment, he again struggled to try to get up as he heard the heavy sound of Rep hitting the ground beside him and the force increased again, pain seering up his leg as he tried to slide it under himself. Breath breath breath in and out, concentrate on breathing. Did he have broken bones? He wasn't sure, everything was just so heavy and his lanky, frail frame couldn't take it. Just hold on just hold on... Someone had approached, he could dimly hear, casually chatting with Invi. He spotted a familiar zombie out of his good lens, one he had fought before, he was sure. With a whimper, his hand crept along the ground, grabbing Roar's handle before he somehow managed to rotate the thing to aim at her feet. Best he could do, best he could do- it hurt to try to grab the trigger.... "Leave... leave him... leave him alone!" He hissed as she gestured to Rep.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:45 pm
Calder continued to glare up at Caelius from her spot sprawled on the ground, paralyzed. She hated you, Caelius. She hated you so much.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:54 pm
Someone was shouting suddenly, pointing towards the four islands in the distance. At first, it seemed as if light was glinting off at an unnatural angle at the very center of the horsemen Labyrinth spire. Less than a second later, the entire spire simply collapsed, crumbling entirely, giving in a pure white light that continued to expand, compress outwards in a wide sphere that buried into the ground.
The platform - the floating portal island - beneath all the students and Hunters suddenly buckled, swayed and then dropped. There were shouts, screams, yells, blurs of colour and light- and throughout the chaos and panic a low rumbling that echoed and shook and drowned everything else out.
For a second, everything stopped moving. It was quiet again. It was, it was -
- A loud crash and then the rattle of something metallic, the world drowning in a spray of crystal blue and white water. Seconds later, everything was still again, the silence punctuated only by several coughs, wheezes, and the steady pounding of the waves.
The platform had fallen almost two hundred feet into the air, but what was more surprising was the force of gravity, the blast of hot air and pure white light that forced even the most capable students in flight's wings to fold underneath them, their ability to manipulate the skies to collapse entirely. Every single one had fallen victim to the blast.
And as students and Hunters struggled to regain their senses, through sounds, the waves, the flickers of colours slowly returning to their vision was someone simply talking. The words sounded blurred and dull at first.
"Phase three has been completed." A strange snapping sound, a cell phone closing perhaps. The tapping of footsteps, walking further and further away until -
- they stopped.
Perhaps it was curiousity, perhaps it was simply because they were facing that direction, but as everyone stood up, blinked, attempted to regain their vision from the blinding white spots, clear their eyes and senses, they would notice a loud roar that continued to pound dully even as everything else sharpened.
Beyond the portal island now floating just bare feet above the water was a monstrous crater. The ocean simply poured endlessly downwards, already consuming the edges of the nearly one-hundred foot drop down. And the students and Hunters could see it now, hear it, the groaning of blackened and twisted structures giving away under the pressure of the water filling in, the snapping of entirely blackened trees as they swirled and drowned in the vortex.
They were staring at the remains of the Four Clans islands. Four Islands that had been filled with colour, life, four islands that were now represented-
- By nothingness. The ocean churned and roared as it swallowed the islands, twisted gnarled and blasted edges into the beginnings of a dull grey.
There was nothing left.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:55 pm
The doctor stared at the destruction, eyes cold and empty for several long moments until his lips curled into a small, satisfied smile. In all these things and more, your every success will be my victory and your every defeat my success. The words, even after twelve years, had never left him. Had never failed to cause a certain nagging, teeth grinding irritation. Never ceased to inspire that terrible sense of loss, of something entirely too important to him being claimed...being ruined by the Horseman's claim of possession.
Soft laughter erupted from the Life leader's throat as he stared at what once was the Island of Conquest, "Enjoy this victory, you arrogant ********."
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:55 pm
Aria inhaled sharply as she rose to her feet, the black cloak sticking to her legs. Her legs felt raw, sticky and wet. If she removed her coat now she would have to peel it back, possibly even have sections of it cut off from where the fabric fused onto her skin thanks to the fire and heat she had created in the War room. She took a deep breath, waiting as her weapon enhanced the Fear shield to the point where her sense of pain had lowered, throbbing as if it wasn't a fresh wound. Aria would pay for it later.
But for now the Mist division leader held her chin up as she looked towards the wreckage of the islands, her eyes drifting across them once. Then again, and again. The enormity of what had transpired sank in, nearly sending her falling back onto the ground this time in relief.
Instead she inhaled slowly and exhaled, rapidly blinking. Now wasn't the time to cry, out of happiness or relief. Now was the time to remember.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:57 pm
It was simply just another mission, one more to the list of thousands, another day, another task, another item ticked off the list.
Perhaps it would have had more meaning for the Death Hunter lead if he had not prepared for this scenario tens of thousands of times. That the execution had to be perfect, the timing exactly so. That the three artifacts gathered had to be tempered at exactly the right specifications and placed at the exact crucial moment: a perfect replica of the Four Clan's artifact, what they thought was their dimensional artifact. That the Four Clans could not suspect a single thing when the replica finally detonated.
Everything had been done, but there was always more work to follow. There was no bitter relief or triumph, just simply a void. It didn't matter now, it was no longer important, move on to the next task.
Circe however, remained very interested. She was still waiting.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 9:02 pm
OOC ALL PLAYERS ARE REQUESTED TO MOVE IMMEDIATELY TO THIS RP for part 2 of the installment
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