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 Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 8:02 pm
 TEAM NO U
Members:
Riyo (Sexy Cocaine)
Hel (Lucyal)
Mot (Drifter Jet Enduro)
Titus (Inu-Mitsu)
Xiu (Kaiyumi) IF YOU ARE TRAPPED IN THE ROOM, REGARDLESS OF WHAT CHOICE YOU SAY (A, B OR C) IF YOU ARE TRAPPED, REGARDLESS OF WHAT CHOICE YOU SAYThe figure in white seems unamused by whatever you have to say, simply sighing and tapping his pen against his clipboard. "Yeah, thought so. I guess we'll have to do this the fun way." He gestures for another two figures, they look up into your cage and- - You hear a hissing noise in your cage, manage to struggle, stay awake for a second longer before you black out. OOC: SELECTING A GROUP MEMBER - EVERYONE in the group must NOW roll a 100-sided dice at this point and RP out the above (all active members, if you have an inactive member, you can just skip to). The person with the LOWEST roll must RP out the prompt below titled "WEAPONS CONVERSION". Everyone else rps out the regular prompt titled "TRAPPED". Even if the WEAPONS CONVERSION player posts their prompt later, it is assumed that ICly the "weapons conversion" post happened first and then the "trapped" one. - You are rping reactions for one OR the other, depending what you roll. Rp reactions don't need to be posted chronologically. (That way you don't need to wait for them if you have different time zones). - If you have been rolled for weapons conversion your CHARACTER IS "DEAD". That means you can no longer rp them sorry smilies/icon_sad.gif Consider this their death post, and write out reactions as necessary: solid death posts will be given bonus trial points! - PLEASE NOW MARK YOUR THREAD AS [CAPTURED] instead of OPEN or CLOSED WEAPONS CONVERSION PROMPT When you wake up, you are staring out of a large, cylindrical cage. You press your hand against it, but the walls hurt as if charged by electricity. You recoil to the very center of the cylinder: the light hurts your eyes. You can hear someone vaguely talking outside, you can see shapes, boxes outside, transparent boxes with your team members in there. There is a loud crackle, a synthetic humming noise, and as you look up- - Pain. Agony that jolts into you, thousands of times worse than being simply electrocuted, worse than when you were forced to dissipate, you might have screamed, you might have thrashed, it is hard to tell at this point, all you can feel is the pain- And then you feel something in you snap, shift, and your Fear, as finally, your form involuntarily begins to warp, distort as well. It hurts, the pain still hurts, it is blinding, but as your body fights to re-stabilize itself, you feel better, whole, complete again. Your vision clears again, just for a little bit - you see figures in strange plastic boxes outside, -who are they, they look familiar - but it doesn't matter anymore. Something clicks in you, like a switch turning on, there is no more pain, panic, hatred, the memories washed out, lackluster. No, in your world of darkness, emptiness, there is only a slowly gnawing hunger, quiet and insatiable. TRAPPED When you wake up you realize you are trapped in a transparent box - a cage. You see the others all around you, but one of your group members is missing. No, instead, they are huddled in a cylindrical glass cage, a rather large one who's height spans the entire room. They look scared, they look out towards you. You want to say something, maybe that everything will be okay, but you can't. You know it's not true. You know they can't even hear you. The person is talking now, the figure in the white cloak. They threaten you, saying one of you is next if you don't tell them the truth. If you don't speak the truth, you will be next. And finally, they make you watch, they make you watch as your teammate screams, thrashes around in the cylinder helplessly, and then is consumed completely. A dull weapon lies where your teammate was. The figure picks up the weapon, and talks to you again. He wants to know the truth, of who you are and where you come from. You turn to your remaining group members for support. a) You finally tell him exactly what happened from the trials to where you are now b) You tell then nothing. If you go down, you will go down fighting. B
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 8:41 pm
Riyo hadn't been sleeping well.
The last part of the trials haunted her possibly worse than any of the ghost students could even hope to. All she could think about was dropping those flags, drowning, falling into a spike pit.
FAILING. FAILURE. She was a failure. The lepus's crude 'facts' resounded in her head, over and over, reminding her of how much FAILURE she consisted of. Her mother had called her a FAILURE too. Her father, she assumed, considered her a FAILURE. Her vice president could only think of her as a FAILURE. And she imagined all of her team considered her a pretty terrible FAILURE too.
But the one moment the demon had managed to get a wink of sleep... Was the moment she awoke to a resounding WHAM. The ghoul's bloodshot eyes opened as wide as they could go, the dark circles betraying her sleep patterns for the past days.
"F-Felix?" Riyo called out. "Tim? Viscount?" What was she laying on? The ghoul sat up nervously, looking around to realize...
There was nothing. Nothing at all. No cats, no walls of safety and security. No nothing...
Just her. In her velvety red tank top and pajama pants.
The whamming. Oh dear Jack the whamming. Immediately Riyo curled up into a little ball with her hands ontop of her head. She could feel. She could feel the pain of the rubble underneath her. This is what she got.
What she got for being a FAILURE.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 8:59 pm
It was rare when Mot got a chance to fall asleep. A couple hours a night was the most he usually got. So when his sleep was disturbed, he was not a happy camper.
He was awake, and alert, but grouchier than a cat who's tail had been yanked. What was that noise? Where was he? He looked down to see he was still in his skull and chain graphic tshirt and pajama pants, letting out a disgruntled sigh. Being outside his bedroom in this state of dress was not gentlemanly!
Mot looked around as he got up, finding Riyo right off the bat. She didn't look so good, or maybe she always slept in the fetal position.
Mot dragged his feet as he approached the ghoul, glaring daggers at whatever was going on. It felt too real to be a dream. Was it a trial? The reaper sat down in front of Riyo, leaning in a bit to try and see what was wrong. "Riyo?" He placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a small nudge.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 9:14 pm
Titus didn't sleep but somehow after the hell of the last trial he felt compelled to try. Honestly, how had he brought back the most flags? Wasn't he supposed to be the slacker in the group? When had the tides changed? His reputation was already swirling the toilet bowl of life.
Grumbling he had laid down his eyes wide open as they often were when he tried to rest. All he did was managed to stare at his ceiling counting away the decorative prints that covered its entire surface.
"One...Two...Three..."
Stupid group....stupid trials. Titus was already wishing it would be over. Team work was not his best suit.
"Twenty one....Twenty two..."
And the two reapers...how had they ended up with two reapers on their team who were less than worthless. Scarecrow said nothing mostly and was doom and gloom most of the time and even Kidget wasn't very much fun as of late.
"One Hundred and fifty seven...One Hundred and Fifty eight.."
It wasn't like the demons on his team were much better. Their 'leader' had failed pretty bad this last turn and the baku was the only one he seemed to think tried. WAS HE THE ONLY ONE TRYING? WHY WAS HE TRYING? Titus was still trying to figure this last question out.
"Two Hundred and -"
WHAM
The demon sat up with a start suddenly realizing he had at some point blacked out. He looked around for the familiar signs of his room but instead was greeted by the great outdoors.
"What the...." It felt like a dream but if it were a dream he could leave. He tried but it felt like he was stuck. "Jack damn it." Standing up the demon realized one other fun fact. He was only in his jack-o-lantern printed boxers.....oh well. And thus he strutted off to find out what was going on. He didn't have to go far it seemed because there just a ways off was Ms. Boil and Scarecrow. Ah fun.
"Oi." Was their greeting.
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Rown rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 9:20 pm
Something seems to have separated from the mass of fog, staring hungrily in your direction. It tries to talk, but instead, hisses lowly, though you can make out a single word as it speaks.
Home.
Damage Done: 0
Target: Titus
HP remaining: 10 HP
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 9:27 pm
Riyo couldn't hold back a jump when she felt a hand on her. Heard her voice. Mot? That was Mot. Oh sweet Sally it was a nightmare. One by one they'd start filing in and tell her how badly she had ******** up. What grave mistakes the ghoul had made. How they couldn't stand her. How they didn't think she'd tried.
And then she heard Titus's voice. No... No it was really happening. Slowly, the ghoul looked up towards the two boils, her face appearing very... Glum. And that was saying something for Riyo.
The fact that Titus was in his underwear made the ghoul realize her own state of undress, cheeks furiously blushing as her hands lifted to cover her shoulders. "I-"
What was.... What was that?
Normal Riyo would be okay screaming at and attacking whatever it was flying towards her teammate...
But this Riyo... Could only cower behind the cowboil.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 9:30 pm
Riyo seemed.. unlike her usual self. He knew she had a vulnerable side, from that time she went loopy from lack of sleep, but it wasn't often he saw it. Unfortunatly he had little time to dwell. Something was attacking a half naked Titus, and Riyo seemed frightened.
Titus could handle himself (he hoped) so Mot took to protecting Riyo. Since she seemed to want to hide, Mot wrapped an arm over her shoulder and hid her from the figure's view.
"It's alright Riyo.."
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Inu-Mitsu rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 9:32 pm
Titus had just been strutting along when someone decided to throw off his groove. The demon came to a halt staring at the creature from the mist...fog...whatever. The hissing noise was not favorable. " .....sup?" He stood there cool and poised. Oh yeah he was awesome. HP: 30/30 Damage: and amazing 0
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Rown rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 9:34 pm
The Fog Creature stared, as much as a fog creature could stare, and a soft few words came from its mouth as it stood motionless.
We will go home. . . . .
Damage Done: 0
Target: Titus
HP remaining: 10
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Inu-Mitsu rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 9:41 pm
" ....Home huh? That's fasinating. Who's we?" Then out of no where his awesome got moving. Jack-o-lantern boxers and all when flying toward the creature of the mist...fog...whatever and threw out a punch. HP: 30/30 Damage: 5
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Rown rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 9:45 pm
The fog creature seemed to shimmer and fade with the flex and wane of the light, or perhaps from Titus's strike. . . .
Land of bear. . . . Its words were breathy, haunting. Birth and blessing . . . .
Either way it seemed to envelope the demon, leaving a faint tingling feeling behind.
Damage Done: 1
Target: Titus
HP remaining: 5
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Inu-Mitsu rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 9:48 pm
" You aren't making....any sense," Titus spat though took a step back as the creature started to cover him. " I realize I need clothes but this is a bit much," He tried to thrash and free himself, eager to be rid of this thing whatever it was. HP: 29/30 Damage: 1
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Rown rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 9:48 pm
Perhaps in response to Titus's snapping about clothing the creature backed off, though the faint sound of hissing and the haunted tone of either singing or chanting still escaped from its dark body.
Calls us ever...homeward. . . .
The fog creature was swaying back and forth, flicking in and out.
Damage Done: 0
Target: Titus
HP remaining: 3
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Inu-Mitsu rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 9:51 pm
" I don't know that I really want to call you," Titus's brows furrowed taking a step back as the creature pulled away. " I don't really want a date or anything...." HP: 29/30 Damage: 0
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Rown rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 9:54 pm
There came another hiss, another deep hiss, and the same words from before were spoken as the creature floated closer as if it were taunting. It did not appear to threaten but then again.. . . .
We will go home. . . . .
It had no problems once more sending tendrils of fog to sweep along the body of the demon.
Damage Done: 0
Target: Titus
HP remaining: 3
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