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Zoobey rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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 Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 10:21 pm
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White.
Or perhaps grey. The ceiling creaked, light footsteps pattering. The chandelier, rusted, groaned and swayed, once, twice, and then oddly moving without making a sound at all. The chairs flickered, faded, replaced with larger chairs and then nothing at all, as the floorboards themselves seemed to peel and reassemble themselves repeatedly.
But beyond the chaotic rearrangement of this room were the voices whispering to each person. Beckoning them somewhere Home. Home, where their loved ones were, where they could finally feel at peace, where they could resolve the strange itching, cold agitation curling in their insides and where they could finally be....
Free?
Foggy white hands began to pull away from the floor, tugging at each student, claws and arms, fingers and feathers, scales, wings-
Yet something went wrong.
Instead of a voice beckoning them to come home, the second they touched the Fear of one in the group, the second their cores wrapped around them they withdrew, just as quickly, a hissing anger, welting as it retreated.
The fog suddenly thinned, gathering together, stacking on each other layer by layer until -
The voice sounded almost familiar as it reached out tendril by tendril, uttering a single word over and over. Everything grew colder.
Go home.
OOC - If you were quoted in the dungeon finder you are here! You are free to react to the post accordingly or begin to engage in PVP it is up to you - Please post in OOC a small blurb about your character as well as their usual battle stats so everyone knows! SPECIAL TWIST: BOSS MODE HP 60/60- This boss does 5 auto damage per hit anyone makes on it. Attacks are UNLIMITED. - YES if you dissipate, the insanity boss status effect can hit you, so make sure to roll 1d100 as you dissipate/ die - If the boss is DEFEATED, the room is cleared, the the exit appears outside again (ie: you can requeue in the dungeon finder), etc - You are also free to PVP each other instead!
OOC: ROOM STATUS EFFECT ALL DAMAGE DONE BACKFIRES ON THE CHARACTERS THEMSELVES (ie if you do 6 damage to the opponent, you take 6 damage). All your log seems to take second place as a voice calls to you, vague, agitating. It pressures you to attack relentlessly, brashly, without caring about your own wounds or damage done to your allies.
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Miliardo Kason rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 10
Total: 18 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 11:56 pm
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She wasn't sure when she found herself back outside, had she been inside at all? The fog was too deep to tell and so she simply ignored the question of location and turned towards the yellow light. Not even two steps later and hands of grey lashed out wrapping around her pulling her towards the door.
On the other side? More fog of course. Chairs shifting, changing, nothing really new for the house, but the fog was indeed thick. Suddenly it was rolling away moving towards a point across the room. Suddenly it was together. A whole entity of fog whispering to her.
Go home
"Not till I have Ammi back...." she growled. The air grew cold, but it hardly phased her, the purple flames flickering to life around her left arm followed soon after by the right as she started to stomp across the floor. The voice was familiar, but she couldn't yet place a name to it. This wasn't Ash, it wasn't Amrita.
She would destroy it instead. After all the voice nagging her to do so seemed to agree with the plan.
Quote: HP: 33/50 DMG: 12 BOSS HP: 48/60 or 43/60 ((not sure if bosses auto attack damage hits its self as well!)) Apperance: Is this undead ghoul with blackened left arm of bone, purple FEAR fire has replaced her empty sockets as eyes; generally in a bad mood.
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Huni Pi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 5:42 am
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Smerdle rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 7:06 am
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The first thing he noticed was that there was no color. Everything was a pale shade of gray, and it flickered and changed every time Mmur blinked his eyes. Sometimes, it happened even more frequently.
There were a couple of students nearby: a young man with the finest taste in fashion he had ever seen, and a glowing ghoul. She seemed very angry. Mmur's anger was on hold for a bit, overwhelmed by curiosity instead, but he could feel it, seething just under the surface. Mostly, he just wanted to go home. Not to his shared tent on the Lost Clans' borrowed land. Home. Back where he belonged. To the beautiful desert that had been stolen from him by weak, meddling humans.
Was this how his Insanity-afflicted brethren felt all the time?
He came back to himself to find his clawed fingers digging into his handkerchief. It had been the only thing that had kept him from bloodying his palms. Mmur shook his head. This was no way to behave. He tucked the red cloth into the bit of fabric around his waist and paid closer attention to his surroundings. There were eyes in the mist. And the children he had noticed before... they were fighting.
Mmur held his hands out in front of him, calling his whip to them. He lashed out, only barely clipping one of the writhing tendrils as it whipped past.
Target: Insanity Boss
Boss HP: 45/60 (35/60)
Mmur HP: 34/40
Damage: 1
Appearance: Mmur is a 5'10" mostly-naked skinny disgruntled man-pony getting over the flu. There is a large, red handkerchief tucked into his stylish blue and gold loin cloth, but he has left his helm at home.
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LividPeas rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 12:18 pm
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Heh heh, well..
Things weren't going quite as the hunter had hoped, far from it actually. Her gaze flickered to the group of people around, all but one were unfamiliar to her. Well, that was just wonderful, now wasn't it? Stuck here not only with some abomination, but also with the very kind of creatures she hunted. Now the question was, which did she shoot at?
Judging from the situation, it was probably best she focused on the insanity creature, for the moment. Though if any of the others tried anything, she just might have to redirect a couple of shots.
For now, she needed to concentrate on re-summoning her Xedis, who apparently was desummoned in all of the confusion.
Target: Insanity Boss
Boss HP: 45/60 (35/60)
HP: 50/50
Damage: N/A LOL
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naggeela rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 4
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Huni Pi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Smerdle rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 8:33 am
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Hunter? Mmur turned from the obvious threat in front of him to the pair of white-coated humans assisting with the attack. Had they seen him? Did they just think he was some older reaper helping the glowing ghoul and (marvelously dressed) monster boil? Were they so intent on putting a stop to this Insanity that they couldn't be bothered with murdering another horseman? It was a good thing he had no such priority, no matter what Medea had asked of them.
He tugged his whip slightly, pulling it out of the arc it had been making toward the misty creature and flicking it at one of the women. His glowing eyes narrowed, and he spat, "Don't pretend you have any interest in cleaning up this mess. You destroy. Stick to what you are good at, human."
The loudest voices were gone, but the memories they had awakened remained. His sisters, his comrades... gone. Taken away by this she-beast and her FEAR lackey. He spared a glance for the monster he should have been fighting. It was so peaceful, only attacking when it had been hit first. Mmur could not follow its example. Not this time.
Target: Kat
Mmur HP: 32/40
Damage: 2
Appearance: Mmur is a 5'10" mostly-naked skinny disgruntled man-pony getting over the flu. There is a large, red handkerchief tucked into his stylish blue and gold loin cloth, but he has left his helm at home. He is holding a segmented whip and has turned his anger on them pesky hunters. rar
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LividPeas rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 10:29 am
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Kat knew that it was only a matter of time before someone sounded the alarm, she just hoped it wouldn't be so soon. Then again, their white coats were a little hard to miss.
Glaring at the horse boy who struck out at Tori, Kat moved to intervene, only to have halt in her advance when something struck across her shoulder. "Shiiiii-!!" The hunter hissed, placing a hand over where the whip had struck her, her eyes quickly locating her attacker. So not only were there Halloween freaks here, but a horseman as well. Apparently, the problem of the fog didn't matter so much to them, as a couple of hunters. She was a little touched, really.
"Hah! That's rich coming from you. Aren't you all about destruction?" One problem at a time--deal with them, and then the fog.
Quote: Target: Mmur Kat's HP: 48/50 Damage: 0 Appearance: THIS HUR + long thin scar from cheek to hairline / usually hidden under her hair :U
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Miliardo Kason rolled 11 4-sided dice:
1, 3, 3, 1, 2, 1, 4, 2, 4, 1, 1
Total: 23 (11-44)
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 1:31 pm
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Sammy froze. She had been moving towards the fog beast once more ready to lash out in a fit of rage but stopped instead turning towards the hunters pointed out by the others in the room.
"You turned Amrita into one of them, when you infected her. You took Israfel away. You hurt them, you've hurt all of us." FEAR flared around her and for a few moments her body seemed to ignore all pain as it snapped forward moving at an alarming rate. She still wasn't used to how fast her body moved, how light her blows felt when she did this and as usual overshot her target before ending in a crouch, purple eyes flickering with hate at the two hunters.
"You'll die for the crimes you've done."
Quote: HP: 33/50 DMG: Swift Strike - 0 Boss HP: 38/60 (33/60) Apperance: Is this undead ghoul with blackened left arm of bone, purple FEAR fire has replaced her empty sockets as eyes; generally in a bad mood.
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naggeela rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 1
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Smerdle rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 3:28 pm
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He had no immediate response for the hunter he was fighting, so instead he muttered one at the other girl, keeping most of his attention on his opponent. It didn't even seem as though he expected an answer, more like he was just spouting things he'd had a long time to think about.
"What would humans be without nightmares? Sated cattle smiling at puppies and sunsets. No motivation. What's safety without fear, hm? It has no meaning at all. Our presence has certainly given you purpose." He smiled to himself, lashing out at the first hunter with a flick of his wrist as he turned back to her.
"Yes. I might be a bit more destructive than you would like. But even I was simply carrying out orders until you made it personal. So thank you. One day you'll die, with or without me or Medea or Cymbeline, and I take comfort in that. And pastries." His smile wavered for a moment. He hadn't meant to say that.
Target: Kat
Mmur HP: 28/40
Damage: 6
Appearance: Mmur is a 5'10" mostly-naked skinny disgruntled man-pony getting over the flu. There is a large, red handkerchief tucked into his stylish blue and gold loin cloth, but he has left his helm at home. He is holding a segmented whip and wearing a saucy frown.
(( sorry about wait omgah moves like jagger on dance central 3 is the best u guyz ))
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Huni Pi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 10
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 6:37 pm
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LividPeas rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 9
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 7:54 pm
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Dear gawd! It was the same thing with every Halloween freak she faced--the same annoying sob story. "First off, I don't even know who your talking about, nor do I give a ********." She snarled back at the undead ghoul, wary of her limbs coming off like that other zombie kid she had faced. "Second, don't act for one second that you're all the innocent little brats you think you are. Your kind have done just as much damage, possibly more the you even realize. You think your the only one who has suffered loss? Been hurt? Grow up!" She had heard of some of the things that these students have done. Torturing and killing Stacey, and then Killzone in their haste to escape the island.
Hissing again when the whip struck at her a second time, she turned to face her attacker. "And you haven't? Tell me, does you following orders include torturing my friend to her breaking breaking point?" In her disgust, she spat at the ground where he stood. "You act all proud and noble, but your not as great as you think you are!" Others had filled her in on what went down with the four clans, while she was asleep in the pods. It was brutal sure, but dealing with this enemy, it was necessary. Especially when she knew just what they were capable of.
Her gaze wandered over to Tori as she stepped closer to her. Following her lead, she also backed towards her in turn. Well, at least she wasn't alone in this fight. But would they make it out of here alive? The odds were not exactly in their favour this time around.
"Oh, by the way," She started, holding back a small grin as she looked upon the horseman. "how is your priestess? Last I saw, Caelius sliced her pretty good." Squeezing the triggers of her weapons, Kat loosed a few rounds into the horseman, gritting her teeth from the recoil that followed.
Quote: Target: Mmur Kat's HP: 35/50 Damage: 7 + 7 to self from room status Appearance: THIS HUR + long thin scar from cheek to hairline / usually hidden under her hair :U
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Smerdle rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 8:16 pm
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They were past the point of discussing the fact that he hadn't been present for any recent torture, but that he certainly approved and hoped she was next. Anything he might have said on the subject was silenced by her weapons anyway. Guns. When the clans regained power, he was going to start a petition stating that those horrible things be the first to go. Mmur winced and stepped back slightly as her bullets hit his bare chest, the return strike he managed with his own weapon much weaker this time around. Somewhere along the way he had bloodied his knuckles, but he couldn't think about that now.
"Medea's fine," he grumbled. She had been a little passed out the last time he had seen her, but either she would recover or she would not. Mmur knew she was one of the most powerful among them, but he was more than confident that they could prevail without her as well. "But we are more than one priestess."
Target: Kat
Mmur HP: 27/40
Damage: 1
Appearance: Mmur is a 5'10" mostly-naked skinny disgruntled man-pony getting over the flu. There is a large, red handkerchief tucked into his stylish blue and gold loin cloth, but he has left his helm at home. He is holding a segmented whip and beating himself without noticing because I left out RP reaction to the recoil damage until this post. emotion_brofist
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