When she heard the yelling, Akiko was more curious then anything. She followed the sound and spotted Cecil in no time. When she saw him her tails fluffed out and her ears went up. She knew him, she had been taught to be afraid of him. Her eye narrowed and her ears went flat to her head then she tossed a handful of fox fire at him. {I'm not afraid of you anymore!}
Bilious
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Action: Attack Target: Cecil Roll Results: 1 Opponent HP: 94
My HP: 25 My Items: n/a
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 12-sided dice:
5, 7Total: 12 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 7:10 pm
Wickett followed quietly.
"It's been an interesting experience."
He knew what it felt like to be picked apart by cooperative sets of teeth and claws. If it came to it, he didn't care to repeat the experience. But like before, he wanted them to know pain. It was only a shame he didn't have the proper amount of time to spend on them individually.
He flicked his hook out, fully extended, and caught the many-tailed girl by the neck.
Soft mist had formed above the trees, as it so often did on tropical spaces. A cry of a man split the air, and it summoned another being. Out of the mist came a fuzzy shape. At first it appeared to be nothing more than a trick of the eye, but with the addition of wings flapping and a stinging chill in the air, the frost wyrm was dramatically and quickly upon the group.
Though she loved her trainers, the pull of FEAR was simply too strong. Even for these caretakers, the ones that always seemed to be in charge, the power was overwhelming; the temptation was too strong to walk any farther in the desert.
< I am sorry, but I will not live in fear any longer, > she thought, as though they could actually hear her. < You must be brought to justice. > Claws sunk into the soft, loamy soil, grounding her very solidly in front of the twosome. As her namesake implied, Banshee let out an icy roar at the both of them, her claws itching to sink into their flesh. She wanted to hear them scream, she wanted the sound to echo off every rock in the island. Off every crevice that had ever contained her, she wanted their terror to be heard.
Fear. It drove her forward, attacking the blonde one with a swipe of her wings as she pivoted through the air. It drove them all mad on this island, and it would be the end of this twosome.
But it would not be the end of her.
Action: Attacking Target: Andrew Wickett Roll Results: 8 Wickett's HP: 91/99
My HP: 46/50 My Items: --
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Name: Banshee (given her to by keepers without ... consideration ...) Species:Frost Wyrm like black skeletal icy dragon thing idk ;_; <3 Physical Description: She's kept in half humanoid most of the time. Currently in dragon form, as picture above. Half humanoid: Black hair dip dyed blue. It's straight and drapes in front of her face something like this. She's mostly skeletal with a glowy blue core, glowy blue eyes- its a deep saturated blue. Outfit is something like this w/ blue/black color scheme. Black skin with skeletal parts. Horns, wings- dragon-y stuff. Also has a foggy fog emitting from her body just to add to general ~spookiness~. When she's not half-humanoid, she's a frost wyrm, as pictured above. Brief Character Profile: Banshee has a very strong sense of justice. She's very calculated, often thinking in percents and proportions. She has a really strong sense of what's right and what's wrong she is the law. She's relatively friendly, but can be somewhat stagnant to interact with. She likes technology and other things she can take apart and put back together. Has a hard time breaking out of her shell, but not neccessarily unfriendly. A speaks-when-spoken-to sort of person.
Those stupid glasses, she had known the voice but when she saw the glint from those stupid glasses it all became clear of who had thrown them this challenge. Wickett was ignored for now.
[ YOU ] She roared, picking up speed in her already haste to get to the owner of the voice. Reaver put a bit more power into her hind legs and sprung herself forward, lunging at Cecil.
Bilious
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Name: Reaver Physical Description:behemoth. Though, not as large as what a grown behemoth of Halloween could potentially achieve, Reaver is about the size of a Siberian Tiger and potentially just as mean. Her colors are rather subdued, fitting into what humans would deem more 'natural' with shades of browns and blacks. HP: 34/50 Target: CECIL Roll Results: 5 Target HP: 89/95
< Ho ho ho! > The gleeful, gurgling noise that left Santa wasn't quite so welcoming, but oh did his eyes glint. There was a delicious smell in the air with the mixture of monsters and humans, and while there were two soon-to-be meals to pick from, it was easier to choose in his case: those irksome little whitecoats! Bah! He wanted to chew it right off.
But first they had to soften them up a bit! Oh, cooking was such great fun when you had helpers! < Tenderize the meat, lovely morsel~ > the demon purred at the behemoth as it bumbled into the battle with a blow from his boisterous and bloated belly. < Santa knows this one has been very, very Naughty. >
HP: 50 Damage: 6 Target: Cecil Cecil's HP: 83
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Name: "Santa" Species: Gluttony Demon Park Location: Containment Facility Physical Description: Toad-like in that he has a poached stomach, flabby arms, thick legs, and a stubby tail. Curved horns and a rather mossy-colored complexion. The lab techs decided to dress him up in red when they realized that a fat creature in a red suit and white trimmed hat was apparently passable for a holiday icon and a rare moment of absolute comedy. Brief Character Profile: For a barely fed denizen, Santa is surprisingly calm. Having learned to live with little, he transformed the ache of hunger his kind is known for into a well sharpened tool against his oppressors--in a way, he's so far gone he went up the other way and became very, very sane. While smart enough to play dumb around the apes, this demon is easily led by his cravings: flesh, rubber, metal, even other creatures' Fear isn't safe once he gets a good scent in his nose and a rumble form his belly. He might not be the faster or the strongest creature on the island, but he's certainly ranked among the most determined once his mind is set to something.
Who knew where exactly Bubbles was all this time? Most likely it was still trying to eat the door of the fantasy building. No one said it was a bright monster. But now, it was time to try and find some real prey. Like these two! Mmmm food.
HP: 30 Damage: Target: Wickett
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1, 1Total: 2 (2-20)
Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 8:10 pm
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Angel had woken up just in time to hear the call. She recognized that voice. She knew who it was. Maker.... Of course she'd flown straight for them.
Though as she got closer, she spotted the other form. That man from the security department. She quite despised him. His people were the ones who kept dealing with her, locked her up. Her features twisted into a grin as she suddenly dived down spear at ready.
And hit nothing but ground.
Seriously. She'd been locked up too long, her drive bombs needed work.
Toshihiko Two
No damage but she was aiming for you.
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Name: A.o.D. (Angel) Species: Valkyrie - Reaper Short Description: Long unkempt straight blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, and an age between 14-15. At a glance she looks sweet and innocent and is in a likely now bloody white-ish gray long shirt with shorts. The shirt hangs lower than the shorts so they only matter if she's flying. Her wings are a white-grey color and weapon is a long golden spear. Her appearance earned her name. Her personality extended it.
Cecil snarled, staggering back as the creatures came, but he was ready. "THAT'S the best you... you sparkling fluffy PETS GOT??" He barked, and the green lights on his strange weapon flared, the metal cable blasting outward as he whipped it around, slashing at the monstrosities that had come toward him.....
Cecil Moore HP: 83 Targets: Akiko, Reaver, Santa Damage: 12
With a tumultuous crash, Dyxie was planted in front of the human in white. Flashes of these white dresses humans ran rampant for miliseconds behind his eyes, and the emotion they brought forth was loathing rage. A rumble resounded from the scaly chest, and the Desert Dragon let loose a roar before taking to the sky once more, circling the human like a bird of prey.
He dived, raking Cecil with a claw as he passed while avoiding the whip. So, they fought back now? All the better.
HP: 50 Damage: 7 Target: Cecil Moore Cecil's HP: 76
Name: Dyxie Species: Desert Dragon Park Location:Monster Mountain Physical Description: Large, golden scaled dragon with gnarled spikes decorating his face, body, legs, arms, and wings. Brief Character Profile: Vague, Domineering, Controlling, Authoritative
The dragon's roar was a bit too loud for his tastes, and Santa was about to make a swatting motion as if to say "shoo, go away, my food!" But considering how fast that thing went, he consoled himself with a definitive frowny face as he twirled the red hat around. Most menacingly.
Very menacingly at you both, Moore. But the whips made him cautious.
< Can you cook it? > he mentally shouted at the dragon. < Santa wants a roast! > Thinking about it alone was enough to make the demon drool.
HP: 38 Damage: 0 Target: Cecil Cecil's HP: 76
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Name: "Santa" Species: Gluttony Demon Park Location: Containment Facility Physical Description: Toad-like in that he has a poached stomach, flabby arms, thick legs, and a stubby tail. Curved horns and a rather mossy-colored complexion. The lab techs decided to dress him up in red when they realized that a fat creature in a red suit and white trimmed hat was apparently passable for a holiday icon and a rare moment of absolute comedy. Brief Character Profile: For a barely fed denizen, Santa is surprisingly calm. Having learned to live with little, he transformed the ache of hunger his kind is known for into a well sharpened tool against his oppressors--in a way, he's so far gone he went up the other way and became very, very sane. While smart enough to play dumb around the apes, this demon is easily led by his cravings: flesh, rubber, metal, even other creatures' Fear isn't safe once he gets a good scent in his nose and a rumble form his belly. He might not be the faster or the strongest creature on the island, but he's certainly ranked among the most determined once his mind is set to something.
Akiko yelped when she was hit twice but she felt strangely stronger after she had attacked Cecil so she was fine for now. She growled at Cecil but turned into her full fox form then lashed out with her claws at Wicket.
Toshihiko Two
Bilious
Action: Attack Target: Andrew Roll Results: 8 Opponent HP: 82
Really, there was no reason for Luk to be surprised at this point when tearing up the buildings led to finding that none of them had fleshy foodthings to rip apart. Still, somehow, it never got any less disappointing, so when the big Santa thing seemed to have a good idea of where to go next, he didn't argue against it.
And he had been right! Luk grew visibly more thrilled at this fact, despite having no actual part in this success.
'We found it! We found a thing to tear apart!' he squealed, dancing back and forth in front of the white-coat man. 'Make yummier noises! Bad stupid noises not tasty!' Maybe if they tried to start separating the pieces of him, they could get the delicious sound again. He reached towards one of his legs, but just like the last fleshy food-thing, he couldn't get a very good grip.
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Action: attack! Target: Cecil Roll Results:
My HP: 30/30 My Items: n/a Target HP:
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Name: Luk Species: Dismemberment Goblin Physical Description:LEFTY Brief Character Profile: As Muk's best friend, Luk has just about everything he could want in life - a best pal! That's all anyone ever wants, right? He occasionally gets the feeling that it would be fun to tear things bigger than small pests into pieces, but snacktime comes along, and he goes back to thinking that existence is mostly about having a bff. Luk likes to think he's kind of clever, but is generally pretty stupid and just ends up making everything worse.
Caesar came running onto the scene and straight at Cecil. Unfortunately in the barrage of attacks he merely bounced off of some of the stronger beasts around. They were all so charged up... but not him. His hunger burned strangely when he was near them. Just a little bit..
It was time for a bit of payback. Cecil should do a trick..
Shooting Santa a glare, the dragon shook his massive head with what almost seemed like a sigh. << I ain't a fire dragon, I can't do that kind of stuff. >> The ignorance of demons!
HP: 50 Damage: -- Target: N/A --
Name: Dyxie Species: Desert Dragon Park Location:Monster Mountain Physical Description: Large, golden scaled dragon with gnarled spikes decorating his face, body, legs, arms, and wings. Brief Character Profile: Vague, Domineering, Controlling, Authoritative
