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 Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 10:10 pm
Team BOSS chooses:b) You tell them nothing. If you go down, you will go down fighting. Team members:Levi (nekoluch) Bul(Pepzilla) West (Smerdle) Demi (Bloodlust Dante) Quote: There's a lot of stuff, so just look here.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 5:24 am
Wham? what wham?  Not even the sounds of a world being broken apart could stop Damien and his pup naps.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 9:07 am
When the first concussive blast startled West awake, he muttered something that sounded like a cross between s**t and <********>, then reached for his scareon, even though she wasn't there. He somehow failed to notice that he was lying on a bed of blackened grass until the second jolt, but once he had, the demon wasted no time fumbling to his feet, his gaze sweeping over the desolate landscape as he stifled a yawn. What was going on here? Where was his room? Where was the school? Where was... anything?
Wasn't today supposed to be the final trial? Was this it? Where was the rest of his team?
"Levi!"
"Bul!"
"Puppy?" The demon grinned. No amount of blighted and crumbling Amityville made ribbing the hellhound any less amusing, even if Demi wasn't here to hear it.
In a brief moment of wisdom, West glanced back down at the ground, noting the direction in which he had woken up. Right. If his calculations were correct, the Monster dorms used to be... that way.
He began to walk.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 11:33 am
Was he really even awake? This dream must've taken a straight up turn for the worse because he'd been sitting around a large banquet table with Mei and his family dining on the greatest roasted devil calf drizzled in rootwart with a side of steamed daddy longer legs. Now he was in his uniform for the trials of death, stretching his legs as he lay on a field of darkness.
"wait..."
Bul licked his teeth and sighed when the flavor he'd been dreaming of wasn't there. He really was awake and with the noise that startled him up he could only prepare himself for the worst, leaping to find even his ******** heat lamp decided to derail from reality.
"aight. This s**t isn't gonna fly." Bul cracked his knuckles and started walking. Good thing they were in the monster dorms cause Bul would easily stumble upon Demi the fastest.
"hey... Demi are you awa-" The boil was definitely lights out and to their left? A cloud of DEATH. Literally... For Halloween. "******** wake up dude, wake up I do not wanna get yanked up with that." Bul nudged the boil with his tail before shaking his shoulder in attempts to get him awake.
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Dragain rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 11:38 am
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.
It then proceeded to whack Bul. On his a**. ((OOC: Damage Done: 1 Target: BULZILLA HP remaining: 10/10 ))
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Pepzilla rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 7
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 11:44 am
Before he could even see that Demi was awake, Bul was maliciously attacked by some creature of the fog. The familiarity of the tho was unsettling and it whacking him on the a** was just... Well, insulting.
"Home? Yeah I'll send you home. I'll send you right back to wear I kicked that tree before youre getting me or my friends!" he practically howled and came screeching at the figure with his claws, making a swipe for its chest uh.. Area. If you could call it that.
HP: 39/40 Dmg: 4
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Dragain rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 11:50 am
It seemed to recoil, hanging back at the attack. Then, hissing and muttering lowly to itself, it decided to switch targets, the only word that could be made out being the same one from before.
Home.
Oh right. Also hitting Demi on the a**. ((OOC: Damage Done: 2 Target: DEMIPUP HP remaining: 6/10 ))
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Pepzilla rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 11:57 am
Now Bul was really butthurt. "Hey!" he snapped, his tail literally doing so behind him as he lunged for the creature again. "Back OFF!!! I'm your target, leave him alone!"
Bul went for a second swipe, his spines rattling together loudly. The fear tearin away from the school was making him incredibly antsy but he wasn't goi to run without making sure Demi made it too.
HP: 39/40 Dmg: 3
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Dragain rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 12:01 pm
Pepzilla Back to Bul, on his insistence. But not because it l-likes you, B-baka! emotion_kirakira
Home... Home...
So, given the opportunity, Bul would get another whack on his behind. ((OOC: Damage Done: 4 Target: BULZILLA HP remaining: 3/10))
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Pepzilla rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 12:12 pm
Gah! That one definitely hurt but instead of pouting about it Bul just sneered deviously and stomped his foot on the ground. "That's right, I'm your target." He reminded the figure with bitterness in his voice. It didn't take a rocket scientist for at least Bul to understand there was something reminiscent of insanity fog about these guys. He'd experienced it JUST ENOUGH to draw his own conclusion. And boy did it make him feel great kicking insanity creatures asses.
Of course just standing there didn't really do much for him now did it. Hopefully he'd distracted it enough now though that it wouldn't touch Demi.
HP: 35/40 Dmg: 0
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Dragain rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 12:17 pm
It's not like it actually understood anything the figure was talking about, but one thing was for sure - it was making the most noise, which made it more of a target. ((OOC: Damage Done: 0 Target: BULZILLA HP remaining: 3/10))
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Pepzilla rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 12:20 pm
This Mexican standoff had to end sooner or later. Bul feigned to the left then struck from the right... Which actually worked. But the creature still lingered before him. Sturdy little thing!
HP: 35/40 Dmg: 2
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Dragain rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 12:26 pm
It pushed against the boil, reaching for his a** with... Some foggy part of its body, which was also foggy.
Home. ((OOC: Damage Done: 0 Target: BULZILLA HP remaining: 1/10))
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Pepzilla rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 12:30 pm
Now that was really inappropriate. Bul hissed in disgust and attempted to uppercut the little b*****d. "That's my-" No, not a good place to yell that. Bul delivered the final blow to the foggy pervert and snorted victoriously. "Get outta my house." Well really if location was accurate despite the missing walls and everything he was in Demi's house.. But whatever.
HP: 35/40 Dmg: 1
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 12:36 pm
Home.
It faded back into the mass of fog around them... ((OOC: Damage Done: - Target: SWEET SWEET DEATH HP remaining: IT DED))
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