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 Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 9:32 pm
The countdown timer began. Hundreds of people, dressed in rather nice clothing, and expensive suits, began to put away their foot and stare at the clock. Some of them were shaking hands with each other. Others were simply staring upwards in awe.
"Five."
The grey attendants in the room were slowly moving away.
"Four."
The ballot boxes had disappeared.
"Three."
Several people were fiddling with their suits and dresses.
"Two."
A speaker set began to lower from the very high ceilings.
"One."
All doors and exits closed.
Immediately, classical music began to blare all directions. The screen panel lit up, revealing a green YES. Everyone began to clap, loudly, drowning out the music for just a moment. There were a series of clicks, of bars rising up all around them, all directions, until they were all trapped in the center balcony, still clapping.
The screen changed, and immediately lit up to a single word.
THERE IS ONLY ONE VICTOR.
And then, they each took out their weapons concealed in their coats and dresses, and began to slaughter each other. OOC THE SELECTION PROCESS:- Weapons are on LOCKDOWN. Everything is CHAOS. AT all corners, someone will try to attack you. They are all civilians, using regular weapons. - Players may look around for other PC players. To do so, roll 1d6. If you roll 1 or 6, you find someone, quote them. If you find someone, they obviously, also find you. If you do not roll 1 or 6, you are attacked by a PC person before you can find anyone. The number you roll is the damage done to you. You can also attack them with YOUR FISTS (or any non Hunter weapon weapon). - Classical music is still playing - This is now a game of survival. Certain actions will be prompted by your character depending on what they do. If you hit 0 HP, IT IS GAME OVER. Good luck.
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Molten Tigrex rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 9:41 pm
"Excuse me?" he began, but the receptionist had pretty much tuned him out by this point. It was then that he noticed the commotion going on, as the countdown began to be chanted by everyone in the room. He gave the receptionist a frown and moved quickly toward the gathering crowd. There was movement all around him. He narrowed his eyes slightly as the screen went from a bright YES to a more sinister message. They were all clapping - And then every single person in the room pulled out a weapon. His first instinct was, surprisingly, to try to draw his own weapon. Unfortunately, nothing happened, and he was left standing there empty-handed, hand curved in expectation of something to fill it. He tried again. And again. Nothing. " What in the-" A lead pipe came swinging for his head and he instinctively dropped to the floor. Or, he could hide. Plan B was still rather effective. There was blood everywhere, and bodies still hitting the ground. He couldn't comprehend it yet, nor did he really want to. ******** this. ******** all of this. He scrambled toward the wall, kicking up blood and narrowly avoiding the clawing grip of bodies still twitching on the floor as they tried to drag him back. If he looked pathetic and half-dead, maybe they wouldn't even give him a second thought. And that was when he ran straight into Gale. " Kurwa," he swore, practically in the death hunter's ear. It took him a few seconds to realize that was actually someone he knew. " Gale??" He opened his mouth as if to ask a question, then just shook his head and glanced at the next wave of angry attackers. " Please tell me you have a weapon," he shouted over the chaotic mix of the Faust Symphony and mass slaughter.
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 9:59 pm
Rep had gone from repeating his mantra of expletives over and over out loud to instead repeating it inside his head as he charged through like some kind of charging animal into the lobby where people seemed to be crowded together, dressed up for...something. Something expensive. He didn't ******** know what was going on, but there was some kind of dire countdown in progress and he was too ******** LATE.
The seconds ticked grimly down, speakers lowered from overhead and then people were ******** celebrating. But something was wrong. Something was ******** wrong. He felt it like a wave of nausea that tangled up in the adrenaline already narrowing his focus down to a fine point. But even tensed and anxious, it was too late to do anything about it.
Only one.... he read.
"Only one victor." he repeated for Marks benefit. "I'm ******** stuck here. s**t." It was was his turn to do nothing but swear as fighting broke out around him and on reaching out, he realised he couldn't ******** summon Tracey. "No. NO weapon."
"They are all ******** fighting."
But at the very least, when life gave Rep lemons, he sprayed that lemon juice back in life's eyes. The torch mark had given him was produced and turned on the nearest person who so much as tried to touch him.
The gout of flame was pretty satisfying.
HP: 60/60
DMG: 6
Using FLAME TORCH THING
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 10:08 pm
Someone blindly shot at Rep, grazing his leg, while two more people attempted to grab his arms from behind. A civilian charged forward, yelling wildly, stabbing his knife into Rep's shoulder. Without the weapon barrier, it hurt quite badly.
"Of course they're fighting!" Mark shouted. "They don't remember what it's like to - nevermind, now isn't the time, can you just hold up the thing, I need to get a signal on that grail."
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 10:11 pm
"Hello!" Said the speaker system pleasantly over the equally pleasant music, and it sounded a lot like Charlotte. "Good day to everyone! I'm glad you have all come here to be the sacrifice! Your efforts will not be in vain."
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Baneful rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 10:15 pm
"The THING? WHAT THING? What g..." Rep was stammering even as he hissed in pain. It was ******** jarring how much s**t hurt when you didn't have the shield to eat it and he realised with the kind of thrill of urgency he hadn't felt in years that he was in very mortal danger in this fight.
He twisted and kicked out, trying to wriggle through the crowd. He had to ******** find Cael and he had no damn idea where he was looking for him, nor where the damn grail was.
When the voice spoke overhead he snarled. "Not ********> 53
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kuropeco rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 10:16 pm
He was starting to regret his decision. Gale glanced at the clock, then at the people around him, then at the clock again, watching it tick further towards the end, waiting with baited breath. He heard Jinhai say something in his head, but the gist of it was lost as the music swelled and then -
- a blot of blood spattered across Gale's face, hot sticky. He was frozen in place, eyes wide, mouth slightly open.
Move, he thought desperately. Move.
A movement off to his left - a man fell, screaming, and a woman leapt after him, a knife in her hand as she dug it into his chest. Gale felt his heart leap into his chest and finally, it seemed, he was able to tear himself free of his stupor, darting sideways, his mind already snapping back into attention.
His attempts at summoning Jinhai fell flat, which only added to the hell.
Someone slammed into him from behind, almost toppling him over. Gale whirled around, scrabbling for something, anything that could possibly be used as a defensive weapon, something that would keep him from getting killed, but -
"Lucky?"
He'd only talked to the other hunter a few times; they'd been thrown together on a few missions, but now was not the time to be shocked. Gale shook his head.
"I can't summon Jinhai," he half shouted back. "Something's keeping me from that."
Someone was speaking on the intercom; Gale gave a low hiss.
"Is that - "
A young man in a charcoal gray suit came leaping towards him, swinging a knife, and Gale ducked sideways, not fast enough to stop the knife from slicing a sharp cut to his upper arm. Hissing in annoyance, he kicked out, foot connecting with the man's knee, and he gave a howl, staggering back.
"What the hell is going on?" Gale shouted at Lucky. "What are you doing here? Is anyone else here?"
HP: 55 / 60
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Molten Tigrex rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 10:18 pm
"-- Charlotte." They were certainly on the same page. "We can't stay here, then." It was hard to state anything more obvious. Lucky managed to dodge another knife-brandishing maniac and knock them aside with minimal injury. For once, his cowardly nature was coming in handy. "Can we get to her?" "That is a great question," A woman came at them with an axe, but hit the floor with a projectile sticking out of the side of her head. Lucky could feel his heart pounding in his throat. He saw a bright flash out of the corner of his eye bloom brighter. "And I will answer it when people stop trying to stab us --" " Why is there a fire, why does there have to be a fire in- wait -" Lucky froze in the middle of what he was doing, then glanced nervously to Gale. "That's Rep." "REP!" he shouted over the violins and harps and screaming, waving his arms like he was guiding a plane in for a landing. "HELP!" There wasn't really any dignity left to salvage here anyway. HP: 50
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 10:21 pm
"The signal booster!" Mark repeated about three times, and there was the very audible sound of someone dropping something on the other side of the speakers, "Abort plan A! Abort plan A! Plan B-"
-Someone slammed an entire table leg right against Rep's back, knocking him forward, causing everything to spin. Things seemed to slow down, all noise dulling -
-"them!" Mark continued. "Just throw them at any exit you see!"
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 10:24 pm
A man, covered in blood, who's name tag read James Wilford, bodily tackled Gale, sending him flying. As Gale landed with a heavy thunk against the floor, James Wilford took out a knife, and tried very hard to stab Gale's other working eye out. kuroopii Roll 1d6. If you roll even, you overpower him and get the knife, and can now attack with it with a 1d6 roll. If you roll odd, the knife grazes your cheek and you take -5 damage
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 10:28 pm
"A quick update," the speaker voice said pleasantly, "it seems we have some special guests here. If they win it is game over for you. You wouldn't want that to happen would you?"OOC Every time you post you take -2 damage! Attacking intensifies!
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Baneful rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 10:30 pm
Rep had no ******** idea in the moment what the THEM was that Mark was referring to with the guy being his usual vague self. "I wasn't ******** hired for my BRAINS." he snapped, hissing in sharp irritation before reeling in staggering pain as he was thumped with the table leg. It was the kind of blow that ran up his entire spine and seeing stars before his eyes, he stumbled, regained his balance and leapt away just in time for his attacker to collide with someone else wielding... was that a stiletto ******** heel? He winced, ducked and ran towards the nearest exit, blocked as it was by bars, only to spot Lucky on the periphery. Good. Thank ******** god, there was backup.
And they looked sane, for now at least too. "ONE SEC." he called out, diving past another hostile woman.
"SORRY." And added another sorry to his tally that night.
Fishing out the walkie talkie, he lobbed it, and hoped for the best.
HP: 46
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kuropeco rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 10:30 pm
If that was Charlotte, then this was all a bigger mess than Gale had originally thought.
A burst of flames exploded somewhere to the side, and Gale thought he caught a glimpse of familiar red hair.
"Rep!" Gale yelped, sidestepping. "We've gotta find Charlotte and - "
He only had about a split second of talking to Lucky, however before he noticed the blur flying towards him, and then Gale was knocked backwards as something slammed viciously into him. His gasp of surprise was lost as his head cracked against the floor, and he struggled hard, a glint of silver flashing above his eye.
"Oh, no you don't," Gale grunted, and snapped his fist upwards, cracking his hand against James' wrist. The knife fell free with a clatter, and Gale snatched it up, staggering back to his feet and trying to find Lucky again.
"Got a weapon," he gasped out, waving the knife. It wasn't much, but it would do for now.
HP: 53 / 60
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 10:33 pm
The signal booster clattered uselessly on the other side of the cage, unnoticed.
There was a pause.
"Rep," Mark said, "please tell me you are outside the cage with the signal boost."
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 10:36 pm
As they continued to talk, two twins, one male, one female, dressed in the same style of clothing, grabbed at each one of Lucky's feet, and began to pull him away. They held a machete in each arm. AstaraeI 10 damage must be done to the "twins" in order to save Lucky
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