[ INSIDE- Hospital foyer ] (EMOTION: TENSION) All your hairs rise on end as you browse this littered area. There are papers all direction, and deep bloodstained gouges. The undying run thick in this area, and you have to hide often, playing a game of of hide-and-seek as you try to avoid being detected by one.
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Any player in your party [ carrying a flashlight ] will be able to shine it in dark places. This does an additional +1 damage every time they hit any sort of mob (including boss mobs!) when they flash it at them.
This effect ends once the next [ effect in this thread ] is posted up!
MOB SUMMON
[ MOB NAME] YOUR SHADOW MOB HP: 15 HP Mob Autodamage: It only attacks back when you attack it, doing the SAME damage to you as you did to this mob. For instance, if you roll and do 5 damage, it will do 5 damage to you. This applies to everyone attacking it. Mob Special Ability: This looks exactly like you do. Who it takes the form of is the person who "summoned" ie: rolled it. It is able to talk and mimic the identical actions of you, the only difference other than it being much, much more sinister and sadistic is that it is also semi-transparent, fading to grey, around the edges. Other than that there is no difference between you and this apparition. Mob Loot: Roll 1d4 to see what you get: 1: Junkyard five card: (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_5.png). Add to journal and use here 2: Junkyard six card: (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_6.png). Add to journal and use here 3. A potato on the minis site. Redeem it here! 4. Bottled water on the minis site. Redeem it here!
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 6:28 pm
Cecil had continued his search for those he knew. He had found a few. Rook, Brie, Justin, Liam, Harvard, but what of the rest. What of their faction leads? There was a worry now in the pit of his stomach that the creature he had seen really had been Charlie. Could the other creature have been Eights?
He washed a hand down his face, settling it over his mouth as he peered over his new location. Cecil had searched the hospital up and down looking for Hitsu again. What had become of her? Was she alright?
The area had been so littered with shadows that it was hard to move on his own though he had done his best to avoid them. Unfortunately his luck wasn't destined to continue as an apparition appeared mirroring his own appearance. It was odd seeing someone or...something as tall as he was and he stood frozen locked in its gaze.
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Name:Cecil Halvorson Faction: District 1 (University) Journal :Here Character's stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION: Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference Status:Oh God what is going on. Currently bloodied and bandaged but able to move around okay. Bandages around the torso to cover three wounds as well as bandages on his right arm. Weapon: Knife 2d4 -2 [ Infection Rate ]: 30/100 [HP:] 24/50 [Map:] 3/5
The rustle of shuffling, crinkling paper sounded nearby. A rush of footsteps, as Hitsu peered out from behind an overturned coffee table and revealed herself entirely to dash toward him.
"Cecil, thank God!"
She was pale. Paler than usual. She looked run down, sweating. Feverish.
"Don't you leave me alone like that again yo--"
Her words cut off in a startled hitch, and for a moment she thought she was losing her mind again. "C-Ce..." She'd seen the other appear, and she looked between them.
At the very least, she could be thankful for knowing which was the one that had been there first.
And so, she reached for the only thing she had left to defend herself with and wasted no time in attacking the imposer.
Boss HP: 8/15
Hitsu's HP: 43/50 [ Infection Rate ]: 45 /100
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Character's Name: Hitsuzen Vang Character's Faction: University (Jersey 27) Character's Journal Link:Here Character's Survival Stats: Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Reference here.
Cecil was shaken out of his trance at the sound of Hitsu's voice. He turned sharply, eyes wide as he searched for her. "Hitsu!" There she was looking a little worse off than when he had seen her last. He felt bad for it and even worse when she yelled at him not to leave her again. His lips parted to speak, he wanted to make that promise, but before he could Hitsu was attacking the problem that he should have been focused on.
Again it was startling to see his own appearance mirrored and suddenly he knew what the others had dealt with. Harvard was wrong. There was nothing about this that could be interesting. It was only unsettling.
Pulling his knife from his belt Cecil leaped to attack hoping to get rid of the creature like he had helped do with the others.
Damage: 2 Boss HP: 6
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Name:Cecil Halvorson Faction: District 1 (University) Journal :Here Character's stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION: Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference Status:Oh God what is going on. Currently bloodied and bandaged but able to move around okay. Bandages around the torso to cover three wounds as well as bandages on his right arm. Weapon: Knife 2d4 -2 [ Infection Rate ]: 30/100 [HP:] 22/50 [Map:] 3/5
Her makeshift weapon made contact with a satisfying thunk and she was ready to try again when the Cecil that was not really Cecil countered with a strike to her much smaller frame, driving a fist into her shoulder hard enough to make her nearly lose her footing entirely.
Hitsu stumbled, staggered, pulling in the air that had left her from the shock of the hit.
She might have been in pain, but she was also pissed off over it. The glass bottle raised over her head and she swung with all of her might at it again.
Boss HP: 3/15
Hitsu's HP: 40/50 [ Infection Rate ]: 45 /100
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Character's Name: Hitsuzen Vang Character's Faction: University (Jersey 27) Character's Journal Link:Here Character's Survival Stats: Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Reference here.
As with all small people in these trying times Hitsu was full of rage and strength that she should not have possessed. A part of Cecil feared that anger would be turned on him much like Rook had done, though that had just been an unfortunate side effect. He pressed on despite the worry, striking out at the creature but still giving Hitsu a fair amount of distance. That broken bottle didn't look very welcoming or pleasant.
Damage: 1 Boss HP: 2
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Name:Cecil Halvorson Faction: District 1 (University) Journal :Here Character's stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION: Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference Status:Oh God what is going on. Currently bloodied and bandaged but able to move around okay. Bandages around the torso to cover three wounds as well as bandages on his right arm. Weapon: Knife 2d4 -2 [ Infection Rate ]: 30/100 [HP:] 21/50 [Map:] 3/5
Her blow glanced off and so did the shadow's attack on her as she twisted herself aside to avoid another strike - this time for her head - that clipped knuckles against her cheekbone but didn't slow her down.
As soon as the hit connected, the imitation of Cecil vanished into the strange mist that it had materialized from. However, not before it could land another small blow to her already aching body. Hitsu dropped the bottle in her hand and it landed on the floor with a hollow, heavy thump.
She panted to catch her breath. Her face felt so hot and she was so dizzy she felt like she was going to be sick. "I don't... feel good." Hitsu admitted breathlessly, looking a distance away at the floor in front of her rather than at him. "Dizzy..."
Boss HP: GONE
Hitsu's HP: 36/50 [ Infection Rate ]: 45 /100
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Character's Name: Hitsuzen Vang Character's Faction: University (Jersey 27) Character's Journal Link:Here Character's Survival Stats: Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Reference here.
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 7:48 pm
Kammy was fashionably late for kicking the mobs a**, but that didn't matter because she had found both Cecil and Hitsu this time, both looking beat up, sick and in need of assistance. Not that she was looking any better
"Oh my god, more people!" She cried out, coming to a sliding stop near the two, waving her arms more then actually talking. "GUYS! THERE WAS A THING! A BAD THING! It was like dark elemental bad thing and it had nines. Or it had a nine! and I think. actually I don't know what I think, I think a lot of thigns at the moment, but it might be related to Caroline. Or it was Caroline. And she like, hits like a tank too. Like ow."
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Character's name: Jenna Kamryn Character's faction: University Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Kammy has dark brown hair with blonde highlights, teal eyes, and is leaning on the side of short. Infection rate: 35/100 HP: 40
And with that the apparition was gone. Cecil waited only briefly to be sure before he turned to Hitsu rushing to her side a second later. "Hitsu? Are you hurt?" She said she didn't feel well and she was so pale. He reached out to touch her shoulder trying to keep her steady. "Just breath."
He turned his attention to Kammy as he entered, tilting his head as she spoke. As usual he was rather lost on what she was saying but he did catch one thing. "Wait....Caroline?"
-5 Infection +1 map piece for 250 words +whatever loot +adding 20 for healing item used
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Name:Cecil Halvorson Faction: District 1 (University) Journal :Here Character's stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION: Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference Status:Oh God what is going on. Currently bloodied and bandaged but able to move around okay. Bandages around the torso to cover three wounds as well as bandages on his right arm. Weapon: Knife 2d4 -2 [ Infection Rate ]: 25/100 [HP:] 41/50 [Map:] 4/5
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 7:53 pm
"Roll Call"____________
_____________________________"We need to take roll call"
"Sound off"_________________
____________"Sound Off"
"or be considered lost"
______________________________________"Lost"
"lost"________________________
"l o s t"
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Hitsuzen rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 8:07 pm
"Mmn..." she groaned. "I don't know. Punch me yourself. Let's see if it makes me feel better." Hitsu snapped, even as weak as she felt she was still irritable enough to be upset. He had seen that thing hit her, he should have known how much it hurt.
Her attention turned to Kammy, almost lazily, her stance swaying strangely as the room spun from the movement of her head. "How many times to I have to tell you to stop. ********. Screaming?"
She didn't even process what had been said, just the volume of the beginning of it. Not until Cecil spoke the name a second time. "What's happened to Caroline?" She almost sounded annoyed at the idea that their lead couldn't keep herself together. That was their job after all.
And then she heard the voice of one of those very people... But it sounded very, very wrong.
Character's Name: Hitsuzen Vang Character's Faction: University (Jersey 27) Character's Journal Link:Here Character's Survival Stats: Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Reference here.
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 8:11 pm
"I...I would never do that." He shook his head looking confused at the anger she was displaying. Cecil was even more confused by the words she directed at Kammy. "Hey...calm down okay? It will be alright."
Whatever else was being said was lost as a voice filtered through the air and hit Cecil's ears hitting his heart with dread. His eyes turned up searching, brows furrowed as he quietly asked.
"Corey?"
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Name:Cecil Halvorson Faction: District 1 (University) Journal :Here Character's stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION: Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference Status:Oh God what is going on. Currently bloodied and bandaged but able to move around okay. Bandages around the torso to cover three wounds as well as bandages on his right arm. Weapon: Knife 2d4 -2 [ Infection Rate ]: 25/100 [HP:] 41/50 [Map:] 4/5
"Yeah, I think it was Caroline. Or it was part of her. I don't know but she was really crazy...I mean more crazy then normal."
"And I'm not screaming!" She tried to defend herself, though it was more a retort. "I'm just talking really loud."
"I don't know what happened to her, but I'm really worried. Because what if -"
She was cut off, hearing the familiar voice of Corey. Ohhh yes, here was someone who could help!
"COREY!" She stood up and shouted. "Corey halp Caroline's gone crazy, ala portal computer crazy and she tried to kill me and some of the professors and we need to help her and...wait you haven't gone crazy too have you? Please say no I can't cure status aliments yet and it would be really...really nice to see awesome normal Corey right about now. Or Charlie, I'd like to see Charlie too."
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Character's name: Jenna Kamryn Character's faction: University Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Kammy has dark brown hair with blonde highlights, teal eyes, and is leaning on the side of short. Infection rate: 35/100 HP: 40
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 8:21 pm
"I'm here."_________
"I'm fine."
___________________"Come see me."
"For roLl call."______
______"Have to keep you safe."
"Harvard and Austin are gone."_____
_________________________"They are lost"
"I have to keep the rest safe."________________________
Rorrow ran into the foyer. Ducking behind objects as he caught his breath. His side hurt...his head hurt...what was...he heard voices. Oh not---wait...he stood and looked over. Cecil...Hitsu...OH GOD THEIR ALIVE!!!
"CECIL!!!! HITSU!!! YOU'RE ALIVE!!!" he cried out running over to hug them both. He felt himself tear up again and let go to wipe at his eyes. Crap. He shook as he heard...Corey. "C-corey...Corey where are you?"
He looked around...hair free flowing...body shaking...in other words...he looked a wreck.
[ 41 - 60 ] Your paranoia has peaked. You feel terrified, alone, but you also feel the anger of being left alone. You begin to sweat, building a light fever and nausea. You sometimes pause mid-conversation entirely as in front of you sometimes appear people familiar to you, talking to you instead (if you are at this stage, you must consistently roll 1d10 per non-battle post you make, and if you roll 1-3 you begin to hallucinate). Character's name: Rorrow Graves Character's faction: Univeristy Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Rorrow Graves #26 View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6', Slender Build/Bookworm, Really good at kicking if need be. Long chesnut hair, kept in twin tails at most times. Green eyes, glasses as he has a slight depth issue. Always has a messenger bag with him. Jersey Number: 11
