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MoonKitsune rolled 3 10-sided dice:
5, 6, 9
Total: 20 (3-30)
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 Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2017 8:10 am
First Roll: 5, 6, 9 Cafeteria, a month, Science (Using this one)
Second Roll: 2, 6, 9 Arctic Base, a month, Science
Third Roll: 2, 1, 4 Arctic Base, 10 years, Betrayal
The florescent lights crackled and flickered, flashing the large cafeteria in dark shadows as screams and shouts rang out around him. Under a table, hidden by knocked over plastic chairs, he took deep breathes as his head rested against the metal of one of the seats, hair sticking to his face as he tried to keep his hands from shaking as they held his side. Underneath his fingers he could feel his flesh quiver and bubble, moving and forming more thick lumps as they rose and then hardened rapidly, cracking and oozing more blood.
What really dug at him was that when you fought anyone, their bodies never remained. Even when they found you, no one had any idea if you died a coward hiding under some table or had fallen among those you took down with you. The place was a wreck, and he doubted anyone would notice the dust. He couldn't get up as more and more of himself solidified and cracked down his legs, which started to petrify with it's gooey, living center. Barely living center. Not so living center.
His whip rested in his lap as he reached for it, gripping, jumping as one of the overhead lights, dangling from it's socket, fell and shattered. Around him he could hear screaming and explosions, sharp clashes of metal and fast running directing others this way and that, calling for this and that, screaming for anyone please just come and help.
He pushed off the chair, up from the table, and felt his limbs split in crackling rivets and bleed down onto the floor. They had tried, and he looked to the vial, a last minute solution in hopes for it to stop, which did nothing but made the spreading slow. It was almost more painful to just watch it sluggish progression up under his torn clothes. and as he rose he felt nothing. His legs long since gone from when he first fell down after clearing the cafeteria out and breaking the portal, a few other hunters shadows among him, others overtaken as roots and limbs rose from their bodies, sprouting and flowering. One leg already rooted he had tried to pull free from the tile-work, and felt another breaking under his weight, and he fell, but not all the way down. Waist down his body was stiff now, and he felt his breathing go short and the word dark, and he was immobilized to race to the faces he wanted to see one last time and feel the comfort of the time of his passing that - hey, at least they were okay. At least they would make it out of here. At least something good was out there when he left that door.
The vice held, and he slumped, the roots curing out from under his fingernails, pulling them out as they wrapped about his whip and crawled down to the ground like small, spiraling vines, and he remained there, extending out across the bodies and dust, and the world went dark. - and all he heard was the last feeble thumps of a heart gripping onto life and it was choked out like a weed - as it was choked out by a weed.
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MoonKitsune rolled 3 10-sided dice:
2, 6, 9
Total: 17 (3-30)
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2017 8:14 am
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MoonKitsune rolled 3 10-sided dice:
2, 1, 4
Total: 7 (3-30)
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2017 8:17 am
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