Sunday had wandered off again, and Micah felt that it would really be a good idea for someone to go find her before she ran into something. Like an invisible wall. He still wasn't sure what he thought about that invisible wall thing, but she'd certainly been roughed up when he saw her in the junkyard, so she'd run into something, anyway, and she didn't always seem to be all there, so someone ought to be looking after her.
He trudged through the mostly-abandoned streets, listening for sounds, occasionally calling out, "Sunday?"
Behind him, not yet noticed, something followed, slow and patient, dragging too-long spiked arms.
MOB SUMMON
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[ MOB NAME] Greater Undying MOB HP: 20 HP Mob Autodamage: -2 damage Mob Special Ability: N/A Mob Loot: Roll 1d4 to see what you get: 1: ROLL 1d10 for loot after you roll this one. This is the card number you get. (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_1.png <-- REPLACE THE "1" in the .PNG with the number of the card to get the CORRECT image). Add to journal and use here 2: Water Bottle on the minis site. Redeem it here! 3. Chips on the minis site. Redeem it here! 4. N/A
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Character's name: Micah Lambert Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Micah BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Squarish, short, and irritable. He has short, sandy brown hair in a slightly spiky style, brown eyes, and glasses with a coppery wire frame. Wears practical, tough clothes, jeans or work pants with steel-toed or hiking boots, and a flannel or jacket over a t-shirt. He has a small gold wire earring in his left ear and a star tattooed on the back of his right wrist.
Nio Love rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-10)
Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 4:59 pm
The sound of a voice startled her out of the nap she'd almost taken, even though she wasn't hurt (for once). She peeked out of the car she was lying in, and saw Micah walking through the streets. He was calling her name.. her! That was so weird!
Then she caught sight of what was behind him, and punched her door open as quickly as she could, falling out of the car. "LOOK OUT!" She screamed, running for the shambling monster with her frying pan bared.
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Character's name: Sunday Bernadette Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: GO HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Courteous, risk taking, curious, nurturing, trusting, loyal, romantic, shy, and never ambitious. She can't hold a job down and commit to one goal. Physical description: mousey expression, red hair in an uneven bob, muddled green-brown eyes, wide smile. Headshot and Fullbody - Your character has a glowing purple aura. Seriously, it's from touching the tree.
A car door popped open, and Sunday tumbled out of it. Micah was opening his mouth to either greet her or scold her, he wasn't sure which, when she shrieked a warning and charged, wielding a frying pan. He spun, eyes wide, in time to get a clawed paw to the chest.
He yelped in surprise, yanked the knife out of its sheath on his belt, and stabbed the thing.
HP: 48/50 Dmg: 3
Mob HP: 17/20
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Character's name: Micah Lambert Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Micah BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Squarish, short, and irritable. He has short, sandy brown hair in a slightly spiky style, brown eyes, and glasses with a coppery wire frame. Wears practical, tough clothes, jeans or work pants with steel-toed or hiking boots, and a flannel or jacket over a t-shirt. He has a small gold wire earring in his left ear and a star tattooed on the back of his right wrist.
Nio Love
Nio Love rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 12Total: 23 (2-24)
Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 5:28 pm
Sunday kept running for the monster, even after it tried to slap Micah away. She tripped on a rock, and her running turned ferociously unstable, bouncing her hard and twirling her in an accidental body flip. She landed back on her feet, but only because something else gave her the stop to her momentum - the slam of her frying pan flat on the undead's face, using all the force of her flip - entirely by accident, of course.
She stared at it, let out an awkward chuckle, and then screeched as it crumpled down on the ground.
Getting a closer look at the frying pan, she flipped it around on her finger playfully. "I guess I'm getting good at this!" She chirped, right before the frying pan slammed into the side of her head.
"Sunday!" Micah yelped again, and ran over to check on her. "Holy s**t, are you -- careful -- are you okay?"
As hard as the monster had gone down, he hadn't expected it to get up again. Unfortunately, he was wrong about that. It pried itself off the ground and wobbled over to scratch at him again. He swung the knife at it without really looking.
HP: 46/50 Dmg: 1
Mob HP: 1/20
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Character's name: Micah Lambert Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Micah BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Squarish, short, and irritable. He has short, sandy brown hair in a slightly spiky style, brown eyes, and glasses with a coppery wire frame. Wears practical, tough clothes, jeans or work pants with steel-toed or hiking boots, and a flannel or jacket over a t-shirt. He has a small gold wire earring in his left ear and a star tattooed on the back of his right wrist.
Nio Love
Nio Love rolled 2 12-sided dice:
5, 9Total: 14 (2-24)
Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 6:05 pm
She was rubbing her head when Micah asked if she was okay, and the answer might have been no, except she did not realize just how not okay she was. He leaned in to stab the monster that began to uncurl from where it had dropped, and she let out an equally high pitched squeal to her first one, before knocking it over the head with her frying pan, again.
This time, it did not get back up. In fact, it's face looked more frying pan shaped than the frying pan, now.
"Sorry, sorry." She whispered, immediately contrite that she had thought the fight was over, and could have put Micah in danger with her mistake.
Micah kicked the monster to make sure it was really dead this time. It was, so he turned to look Sunday over. "Is your head okay?" he asked, then remembered to scowl at her. "Hey, you shouldn't go off without anyone with you, people get worried."
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Character's name: Micah Lambert Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Micah BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Squarish, short, and irritable. He has short, sandy brown hair in a slightly spiky style, brown eyes, and glasses with a coppery wire frame. Wears practical, tough clothes, jeans or work pants with steel-toed or hiking boots, and a flannel or jacket over a t-shirt. He has a small gold wire earring in his left ear and a star tattooed on the back of his right wrist.
Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 6:20 pm
Sunday lifted her hand to check her head again, when he reminded her of it. It was sore, but she couldn't feel a bump. "Nothing serious. I hurt myself all the time. I'll be okay." But his scowl had her cringing with regret, and she turned sorrowful eyes up at him. "I know. I'm sorry. I'm just not used to that. It took an apocalypse for people to worry, and even then, it's people I don't even know. Something about that doesn't seem to be settling in. And sometimes.. I forget."
In truth, the answer was mostly the former. It was so easy for her to be home, and then alone again - forgotten - listening to the radio, and all of those people outside, running around for their lives -
Within minutes, she would wander out to try and find people, too.
"I'll be more careful," She promised. It was a promise she would soon forget.
Micah put his knife away, making sure it was properly sheathed, and held out his hand to Sunday. He couldn't keep the scowl on with said, remorseful puppy eyes being aimed at him, so he looked away instead, scowling off at a broken window across the street. "Yeah well, just. Just grab someone if you're gonna go wander around, right?" Not that he'd been real effective in this fight, but his pride required that he ignore that. "Safety in numbers. Just in case."
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Character's name: Micah Lambert Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Micah BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Squarish, short, and irritable. He has short, sandy brown hair in a slightly spiky style, brown eyes, and glasses with a coppery wire frame. Wears practical, tough clothes, jeans or work pants with steel-toed or hiking boots, and a flannel or jacket over a t-shirt. He has a small gold wire earring in his left ear and a star tattooed on the back of his right wrist.
Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 6:52 pm
Well, he wanted her to grab someone. Since she would only remember this promise right now, she gave him a proud, almost mischievous smile, and hopped up to her feet before grabbing the length of his arm with both hands. She said, with no words, that she was grabbing someone.
Micah startled, then grumbled wordlessly. He guessed he'd pretty much deserved that, seeing as how he'd actually given her instructions to grab someone if she wanted to wander around, and clearly she wanted to wander around now, and here he was, available for grabbing. If he tried to drag her back home now she'd probably just forget five minutes later and be right back out here. "Fine," he muttered, "okay, where're we going then."
Nio Love
Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 7:52 pm
She could tell he was unhappy about his choice, and she considered letting him go and running off to get lost again. But his arm felt strong, and she couldn't seem to let go now that she'd found someone to kill the silence for a while.
"South." She told him, pointing in a direction that probably wasn't south. She had no idea. "To where the sun's hotter. And there are no zombies."
"That's ea - uh, okay." Micah wasn't actually that displeased with being latched onto. He liked to have something to do, and apparently his job now was going to be escorting Sunday off to explore, or something, for a while anyway. "Vacation time, huh." He followed her lead, because there wasn't really any point in correcting the direction, not when they couldn't get out of the city anyway.
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Character's name: Micah Lambert Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Micah BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Squarish, short, and irritable. He has short, sandy brown hair in a slightly spiky style, brown eyes, and glasses with a coppery wire frame. Wears practical, tough clothes, jeans or work pants with steel-toed or hiking boots, and a flannel or jacket over a t-shirt. He has a small gold wire earring in his left ear and a star tattooed on the back of his right wrist.
Nio Love rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-4)
Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 8:18 pm
((I'm literally rolling for no reason loot is pointless.))
Vacation time. She liked the sound of that a lot more than she should have - it sounded normal, like someone one would do if they had an average life, and were not stuck in the middle of an apocalypse.
"Yeah. I want to be warm. I want to go to the beach. When was the last time you went to the beach?" She turned her head up to the sunless sky, and basked in invisible rays. "You could close your eyes, and forget anything else existed for a little while." Her head tilted forward and she laughed. "But then you'd wake up all red and splotchy from a sunburn. At least I would, anyway."
Her lip caught in her teeth as she reminisced about what sand felt like between her toes. After a few minutes, the warmth of imagination wore off, and she admitted something softly.
"Huh." Micah had to think about that question. It had been a very long time. "Does the lake count?" he asked, then added, "I don't burn too much, I mean, I'm out in the sun a lot and after I get a coupla burns I tan pretty good."
She seemed to be imagining the beach, so he stayed quiet to let her pretend. No harm in that. He could watch out while they walked.
"Yeah, me too," he admitted, and the scowl that seemed to be his default expression softened into something gentler and wistful, making him look surprisingly young. "I mean, almost feels normal to be whacking zombies by now, but ... normal normal, I miss that too."
