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 Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 10:50 pm
 " I had a ▓▓▓dream that▓▓▓
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▓▓▓ broken." WARNING: ANIMATED IMAGE "TRUE BOSS FORM" VERSION BELOW: ORP BOSS MECHANICS [ HP ] ???/??? [ Special Requirements ]: This is an ORP boss fight. This boss is open to ALL. This boss has special requirements- You CANNOT use any of your attack or ability cards. You must only deal damage equal to the boss's damage requirements (see below) - You CANNOT attack this boss unless you own The secret card obtained here. If you do not have one yet, you can still do this quest and get one! - Please post the total damage you do in bold red at the top of your post in OOC BRACKETS. You can only do damage by fulfilling the DAMAGE REQUIREMENTS BELOW.. [ Damage Requirements ]: - This boss invokes a strange feeling when approaching it. The world starts to fade away and you are back somewhere comfortable, somewhere that feels like home. Write a solo passage about your character's definition of a safe home. Describe it as you wish. For every 10 words you do, you do 1 damage, for a max of 10 damage in a post. You can only do 1 post per character. - If this boss is defeated something may happen here...
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 11:15 pm
10 damage sweetm00n took a step towards the boss, expecting violence, already drawing out her syringe. But as she took another step, everything faded and she was back home. Back with her family, her mother, father, minis, in their comfortable old home on the outskirts of Amityville. Where her mother would lecture her, but she never really minded, because they both knew there was love there, and safety, and that she would never have to feel afraid of rejection. She took another step and breathed in the comforting smells of home, of her mother's thick perfume and her father's quiet, comforting smell of clean soap. Closing her eyes, she relaxed. (108 words) OOC My character's username: sweetm00n My character's level: 64 Character's HP: 40 Current party: Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Ark Location: Small IC description of character: A girl with long purple hair in twin braids, and purple eyes. Apart from that, she looks fairly 'normal'. Is dressed in the gear of a Dormouse Doctor. Character journal: ☾
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 11:17 pm
[+10 DAMAGE]
Home...? Where was home? Well, that much was obvious- home was where his friends were. B-- Alex would be there, laughing and stupid and showing off in all his wonderful perfection. And M00n would be there, to make sure everyone was okay and happy. His other friends would stop in, too, and nobody would look down on him for small. They wouldn't think being a teddy bear was stupid- they would find it funny, and laugh with him.
He would have all the sweets he could ever eat, and they would not make him sick to his stomach. Alex would help him bake cakes, and cookies, and even ice cream! They would all be so happy. Nobody would judge his stupid paws, and how he struggled to eat things. It wasn't his fault he had chosen so badly... he was just so excited!
His father would be there, too. And his papa would be so proud, of what a strong boy he had become, how proud he was of his son.
That was what home would be.
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 11:19 pm
[ 10 DAMAGE ] He was ready to jump in the fight, but as he went to attack forward, but he felt heavy, as if ready to sleep . . .
A blink and he was . . well he was not where he was. It was warm and cozy here. A calming feeling, he could almost feel the heat from a wood burning stove under his feet, and the sound of many children running through the house. He stood there, closing his eyes to breathe in slowly, sinking in to the comfort.
It was home, he was back home, and even though he promised he never would go home, nor that he could, being a hunter now, he missed his home.
He missed the comfort.OOC My character's username: MaybeAllan (Allan?)
My character's level: 34
Character's HP: 40
Current party: --
Current Guild: Nope.
Small IC description of character: A peculiar man in a dark and blue Insane Hatter get up. His hair is striped in two different colours, and his sanity is questionable. Cards are known to float around him at random interval.
Character journal: Voila!
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 11:30 pm
[ +10 Damage ]Seeing the enemy standing strong in front of him, Blightning moved forward, plenty ready to make the first strike, but every step he took just made him feel oddly warm and like he should curl up for a nap. He knew this sensation, really...
It was one he hadn't had for a while, still somewhat adjusting to the environment of Amityville. He felt like he was at home, back in his own bed. The covers kept him warm and toasty, allowing him to curl up there for hours on end, dozing in and out of consciousness as he would every spookend. Sometimes, even he liked to slow down and take it easy...
It helped even more when the smell of fresh food reached his nose, and he let out a relieved sigh. The food at home was delicious, even if it was occasionally a bit singed. He could forgive that so long as he was able to eat more of it. At home, he could eat as much as he wanted, laughing with his family.
And then he could go expend that energy when he finally stood up, running outside and through the neighborhood, waving to those he recognized...
That was where he was safe.
[[ Post Total: 205 words ]]OOC My character's username: RoyalBlightning My character's level: 29 Character's HP: 40 Current party: n/a Current Guild: n/a Location: Small IC description of character: Tall, with dark skin and dark hair. His eyes glow faintly, and parts of his skin do in the same color, blue streaks and freckles throughout. He seems fairly athletic. He wears the clothing of the Insane Mad Hatter, but in bright blues and bright purples, looking distinctly mad indeed. Character journal: here
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 11:35 pm
[ +10 damage ]
NotAllan approached the figure slowly, taking her time. She didn't want to rush into this fight- not after what had happened in the king's -
The king's-
As she neared closer, the world skipped, the feeling sunk deep into her soul. Utter loneliness ... and then ...
Her head rested gently on her pillow as she looked over the shoulder of her older cousin playing a video game. It was a late summer day, the sun making everything feel a tad too sweaty, a tad too warm. Yet she still nestled under blankets in their little fort as he demonstrated how to catch lugia ...
Scratch.
A pristine, sterile room with nothing in it but a few botched posters and hissing, smoking wires. Fried technology she still had yet to get runic'd, probably.
Scratch.
The guild hall, laughing at a table alongside friends, however temporary.
Scratch.
Out on a mission, Evan and Milo guarding her and making her laugh.
Scratch.
Island.
Scratch.
Finn and Jack.
Scratch.
Did she have a home? OOC My character's username: NotAllan My character's level: 98 Character's HP: 40 Current party: n/a Current Guild: Penumbra Location: Small IC description of character: A girl with demonic horns, ridiculous sunset hair and star clips in her hair. She's a gryphon and looks pretty ridiculous. Character journal: here
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 11:38 pm
{ +10 Damage }DreamWatcher blinks when she saw the boss before her. Her claws appeared as she took off towards him, ready to strike. With every step, she felt odd comfortable. The world faded around her until she was once again home. Her gaze shifted as she look around her.
She was in a room of ice, relaxing against a young boil cool tot he touch. A fur blanket covered them both as she hugs him close. They were watching a movie, just like they did nearly every night until he fell asleep. She lay there, just watching him sleep. This was home to her, just being at his side.
She was always safe when she was with him.
That was home to her.OOC My character's username: ShadowStalker My character's level: 11 Character's HP: 30 Current party:Current Guild:Location: Tugley Woods Small IC description of character: A rather small young lass, she has long straight black hair with a pink underlay to it. Light skinned and light blue eyes. She adore the Caterpillar Armor in maroon, dark gray, red and white. She quiet, and very hard to read. Character journal: here
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 11:43 pm
[ +10 Damage ]Great, another strangely glitchy enemy. Annoyed, Knotted prepared to fight, but nothing seemed to be allowing her to do that. She just felt ... where was the world going-- ... Why did she feel so--
Suddenly removed from battle, KnottedLips found herself in a place that was very different. She recognized these walls much better than she had recognized any of the walls that had been around her. These were the walls of her dorm room. She was back with her other ghosts, safe inside her dorm room away from all the chaos of the outside world.
This was the only place where she could truly, fully be herself. Here, no one would stare at the long opening between her ears and her lips. Here, no one would laugh at her, or glare at her for making a misstep in their interactions. Here, she didn't have any appearances to worry about, or anyone to keep an eye on. It was just her, in her safe room, underneath the ground in the ghost dorms with her fellow ghosts just outside.
Just because she didn't have to worry about watching anyone there didn't mean she wouldn't, of course. That was still fun, in a rather harmless way...
But for now, she wanted to stay safe where she was.
[[ Post Total: 214 words ]]OOC My character's username: KnottedLips My character's level: 29 Character's HP: 30 Current party: n/a Current Guild: n/a Location: Small IC description of character: KnottedLips is of average height, with blue eyes, dark hair, and a brilliant smile (unlike one the out-dream self has ever had). She wears the clothes of the Cheshire but in slightly different colors, the scarf and tail instead of purple shades. Character journal: here
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 12:10 am
[ +10 Damage ]One moment she was readying herself for what seemed like an inevitable battle, and the next, the girl suddenly found her mind growing hazy, transporting her elsewhere. Although she did not recognize the large room that she was presently in, she did at least recognize the people in her--Levi, Lizzy, Shun, and her other friends whom she had practically come to see as family within the past few years. Some of them were trying fruitlessly to figure out how to make the video player work, while the others--including herself--were milling around the kitchen, getting popcorn, drinks, and other snacks ready for their movie night.
Nightbloom let out a sigh, letting her tensed shoulders relax as she smiled and lost herself in her warm and happy surroundings. OOC My character's username: Nightbloom My character's level: 100 Character's HP: 40/40 Current party: N/A Current Guild: Penumbra Location:Small IC description of character: Nightbloom is a petite girl with pink-tinged white hair. She has a pair of black cat ears and dons a light blue-lined black coat, while her scarf and tail are both white. Character journal: Here
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 12:19 am
[10 Damage ] McCowboy approached the mysterious, dual weapon-carrying enemy with determination. But as he grew closer to his target, he began to have a sudden feeling of safety and home… Wyatt was back in San Francisco again, before he had ******** everything up for himself. He was back with Mark, resting on the couch together as they watched the 49ers. They were in love, or something like it, and it was the most serious and committed that Wyatt had ever allowed himself to get in a relationship. They shared everything with each other – living together, they held no secrets. They spoke of their future together, even the possibility of getting married.
There was so much security in the relationship. Wyatt never felt so safe and stable knowing what his life might look like in three years down the road.He ******** that one up bad. MY STATS My character's username: McCowboy My character's level: 36 Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Mad Tea Party Small IC description of character: A tall and muscular lightly freckled human with a brown and gold duster coat, tight red pants, and a slanted feathered cowboy hat. Character journal: [ BATTLE ENTRY LOG ]
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 12:46 am
[ +10 DAMAGE ] The boss had looked violent and disagreeable, especially with the glitchy pixels, but after getting closer to it, OCTO felt a strange feeling of... was that... comfort? Fill her heart. She sighed softly, heart slowing in its pounding, smile spreading onto her face as she closed her eyes. It felt like home, for some reason. She could practically see it now, her heart leaping in her chest as she saw her family in the distance. "Mum, da... Lymare... Sirenne, Revinee." She whispered, happy to see them in her memories, even if it was just once.
Trying to focus on something that wasn't them, that wasn't utterly perfect and making her want to go back, OCTO looked around the area-- her home. She was home, she couldn't... she couldn't have been... It must've been a lie! But it was a damn good one, as those were the large pillars she could see from the outside of her bedroom and those... those were the beautiful nightmare seaweeds she grew outside her bedroom. Oh gosh, her bedroom! As soon as she thought about it, she remembered her plushy, comfortable bed... Her pink coral table, her miniature collection of items from the upperworld... She couldn't help but smile and put away her syringe, happy for once in a very long while.
MY STATS 
My character's username: OCTOPU55Y My character's level: 26 +50exp Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Doormouse Doctor. Current party: N/A Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Ark Location: ??? Small IC description of character: A dark-grey skinned female with scales and bright neon marks littered all over her body. She has bold purple hair pulled into a side ponytail, and purple eyes to match, with her sclera completely black. With fins replacing her ears as well as webbing trailing from one finger to the other, this girl looks aquatic. Character journal: ALL DA PU55Y
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 12:53 am
10 damageHere was another odd foe to face. Although it was less so than the grey beast creature thing in the other area. This one had more of the appearance of a warrior. He was kind of reminded vaguely of a war horseman, but without the wings. With a tilt of his head, he soon shrugged and readied his dagger. Regardless of how it looked, it would just have to die all the same. Perhaps these side creatures had something to do with what was really going on around here. They were glitching. Perhaps this had to do with the virus Mimsy had mentioned? With a sort of frown, he moved in to attack. Shadowstep watched the puppet MY STATS  My character's username: Shadowstep My character's level: 88 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Herald Current party: N/A Current Guild: Penumbra Location: Small IC description of character: A dark haired male wearing a black and red white rabbit herald attire. An eyepatch rests over his left eye. He generally looks unimpressed or rather stern. Character journal: Here
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 1:18 am
[ +10 Damage ]
It was something else to fight but as she grew close it faded away and she felt strange.
It was a warm home with a hearth and fine smells. Food had always brought the members closer together as they huddled around the dinner table to a meal that could easily feed an entire army, but this was just a dinner to them. It was something complete that had all of them, all of the members of her family. Not even just them but those she cared about and... loved? Yes. He could be there too. Laughter would come up from the walls and she could bond and feel that love and safety.
A garden was outside and the swing in the tree and all of those lovely digging areas for the freshest of worms. All of that still remained as if they had never left and she never did want to leave. Happiness followed here there. It was complete.
(142 words)MY STATS My character's username: n0mn0ms Card: 6 of HeartsCharacter's HP: 40/40 My character's level: 51 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: [insert] Small IC description of character: n0mn0ms (aka n0ms) is a 4' 11'' petite girl with white hair, wearing the blue and black uniform of the Chesire Cat. She has bright pink eyes and long black boots made for kicking, with cat tail and ears to go with it. Character journal: [ n0mn0ms log]
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 4:55 am
[ 10 Damage ]
He'd never been a true fighter at heart, but as he approached this oddly clad "boss" (he wasn't even really sure, but the encounter felt somewhat...different, special somehow?) Kiin felt even more off than usual when in battle. His deck of cards that he used as weapons were unused but at the ready, and the closer he approached the more his surroundings began to become more...unclear. Unreal. Slowly, slowly it faded until finally his next step hurtled him to unfamiliar landscape and surroundings.
The boss wasn't in front of him. He wasn't in a glitched up game world. He didn't even feel like he was wearing what he'd been wearing for however long he'd been in the game world.
Kiin felt...comfortable. Oddly safe. He looked a closer look around.
He was home, he knew it. It didn't look familiar, but he just knew. The small space, a small collection of his most prized pelts, a lake just beyond the walls, with a barricade for security. And most importantly? He was...alone. He was independent. On his own, self-sufficient. That was about as safe as it got for him...
Kiin could feel a small smile spread itself across his usually stoic face, and he almost completely forgot that he was supposed be facing off against some kind of a boss.MY STATS My character's username: SlKiiNL3SS My character's level: 43 (25/100) Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Insane Mad Hatter Current party: -- Current Guild: Secrets Service - The Game Enders Location: ... Small IC description of character: 5'5", lean and dressed in monochrome grays, blacks and whites with a surprising accent of gold in his outfit. Eyes are dark red coal, skin a lighter olive shade, and his jet black hair somewhat blends into the nifty top hat. His deck of cards also match his outfit's general color scheme. Character journal: click
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 7:49 am
[ 10 Damage ]He's half asleep, propped up on one elbow at a large table. Someone's cooking - he can smell frying bacon, can hear the fat sizzle. Not his job today, so he's allowed to relax. The pipes clunk in the walls as someone turns on the shower. Shuffling footsteps grow louder. He winces when a chair is dragged out from the table, the squeal of metal against the floor. There's a loud chuckle. "Bad hangover?" "Shut up," he grunts. Technically he's off-duty today, the others covering anything that might go wrong. It's not his fault everyone else decided that meant plying him with drinks. He kept to some limits, anyway - if there's an emergency, he won't be incapable of helping. It'd just be nice if people kept the volume down for a while... and brought him his bacon. He's not as his best today, he knows, as he looks up to see a few more of his housemate had snuck in while he wasn't looking. That's okay. He can let them take up the slack every once in a while. That's the benefit of sharing a home with Hunters. OOC My character's username: Dreadpirate My character's level: 55 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Current party: - Current Guild: Blooming Blades Location: Small IC description of character: Dreadpirate is tall and wears the default Gryphon outfit, with hat pulled over his face a little further than most. His pale hair is in a ponytail over one shoulder, with a large gold hoop earring in the opposite ear - all in keeping with his obvious theme. For a pirate he seems overly serious. Character journal: here
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