[FIELD CLASS] Adventure Skills 101 - OVER! Homework, Pg. 21!

[Smerdle]

The wrath demon continued on, ignoring the molerat lumbering along behind him like he was ignoring his feelings. It was disappointing that the butt-ugly thing hadn't exploded, but maybe he just had to give it time.

Until then, more Taming Stick action.

West chose another casualty and approached it with as much stealth as he could, being covered in guts as he was. He poked this new molerat in the shoulder, then hit it a couple more times a bit harder.

"Ha HA!" he chortled as the beast nicked him with a tooth. "You suck at this."

HP: 28/40
Molerat 1: exploded!
Molerat 2: exploded!
Molerat 3: exploded!
Molerat 4: TAMED!
Molerat 5: 2HP  

[nekoluch]

Looking back, the molerat kinda reminded her of a family member back home; she just couldn't recall who. Tapping a finger to her chin as she strolled in search of another mole rat to tame, her ears perked when she got her epiphany. Aye, Phil. Mind me callin' ya Phil? That was it- the tatzel who made excellent candy corn bread. Good ol' Phil.

At her addressing it, the molerat made a terrible sound between a shriek and a gurgle. Judging by its tail swaying, it was pleased by her acknowledgement of its existence. Good. Atta'critter, Phil-OOF

What Levi thought was a rock was actually another molerat. The ghoul smacked straight into it while she was busy reminiscing about home and naming her new critter. This new and larger mole rat swiped at her, causing the ghoul to nearly fall. Luckily, her trusty tail cam into catch her, keeping her on her feet.

Why I ought'a-!

Target acquired.

HP: 32/40
Molerat 1: exploded
Molerat 2: TAMED
Molerat 3: "b**** plz..."
 

[Smerdle]

West struck the animal again, harder this time, and as it stumbled to the ground, his tamed molerat shuffled to its new companion's side and gave it a nudge.

"What's this crap?" West muttered, lowering his Taming Stick and approaching the pair as they blobbed around in the blood of their brethren.

The most recent victim of his fury nipped at him again, but this time it seemed more like a n** of love than one meant to harm him. It still broke the skin, but in a thoroughly loving way.

HP: 26/40
Molerat 1: exploded!
Molerat 2: exploded!
Molerat 3: exploded!
Molerat 4: TAMED!
Molerat 5: -4HP aka TAMED!  

[nekoluch]

Yew stay'on back thar, Phil. Levi held a hand over the area she'd had molerat claw dug into, peering back momentarily to order her tamed rat. She wasn't about to lose the one she had.

C'MON, CRITTER! The ghoul with the bloodied face taunted the molerat to try again. As it did, she got in a slightly better shot- but it was not without consequences.

HP: 29/40
Molerat 1: exploded
Molerat 2: TAMED
Molerat 3: HP - 4
 

[nekoluch]

Dangit! That one smarted! In a quick act of retaliation of her own, the tatzel ghoul brought her taming stick back up and gave the large molerat another good one across the face. Stick slap.

With that, it gave a whine just as Phil had, cowering down on all fours again before flickering its tail as well. They were both pretty happy now, it seemed. Peering back at West, Levi noted the two mole rats he acquired and smirked slightly. A tie. Guess that'll do. Patting her newest rat on the head with a hand, Levi's face felt abnormally sticky suddenly...

Oh, right. The guts. Was probably a good idea to clean off now.

HP: 26/40
Molerat 1: exploded
Molerat 2: TAMED
Molerat 3: HP 0 = TAMED
 

[chiickadee]

One down, a million to go.

Danny began whacking various molerats haphazardly, while her little molerat ... err ... stalker continued to follow her around. Seriously, didn't this thing have an off switch? She tried tapping it a few times, but it didn't seem to do anything. Stupid molerat.

Eventually a larger molerat caught her sight. "C'MON WINSTON," she shouted (yes, she did name the molerat), "LET'S GET 'EM." The molerat did nothing but blink a few times and then follow her. Close enough sidekick.

She went over to the molerat and whacked it, sending it squeaking, and it bit her leg lightly. We have a contender then!

HP: 33/40
Molerat 1: tamed
Molerat 2: 2/8  

[chiickadee]

She only hit it ONE more time, and it pulled back immediately. Wait what. NO! NOOOOOOO. Danny wanted exploding heads! She sighed rather loudly and pouted at the thing.

Well it looks like she had two Winstons now. Great. Just great.

Danny, thy name is molerat whisperer.

HP: 32/40
Molerat 1: tamed
Molerat 2: tamed  

[Trira]

Moure nodded once their instructor explained the situation. Okay, so fighting/taming monster woodland creatures in a cave. Right. He could do this.

He nodded to Edel as they moved inside, brandishing his taming stick in front of him and holding his towel in the other hand. "In we go."

Soon, he found one of the rats coming toward him, and he thrusted the glowing stick toward it, hoping to bonk it on the head somehow.

It brushed the top of the creature's head, and then...it exploded.

It. just. exploded.

Moure's face was one of horror, and looked at his taming stick with what might have been some vague dismay.

Molerat 1: Exploded ; A ;
Moure's HP: 40 / 40

Zyphiris

 

[Trira]

Slightly tramatized by the first thing that had happened with his attempt to tame the creature. A little more wary this time, Moure turned to another molerat.

A bit more cautiously, Moure attempted to hit the second molerat on the head. As the taming stick's glowy goop collided softly with the molerat, to began to back away from attacking. After a moment, much to Moure's surprise, it's eyes filled with adoration and it waddled up to him. It bumped his leg with it's head, the patchwork having to shift slightly to avoid being knocked over by the pony-sized rat. It kept the expression on it's face, and Moure, some anxiety in his expression, reached down carefully and patted it on the head. It just continued to beam at him.

Apparently Moure had a new pet, go figure.

Molerat 1: Exploded ; A ;
Molerat 2: Tamed. :"D
Moure's HP: 40 / 40

Zyphiris

 

[Bloodlust Dante]

That molerat was so going to get it.

After enough hits, that molerat got it. and got by his side.
It was smart. "I think i will name you ickybutt."

it seemed logic, plus all the chittering the creature was making only reinforced his name selection.

HP: 35
Dmg: 4
Mole #1 hp: Kaboom!
Mole #2 hp: -2/8 TAMED named Ickybutt.  

[Bloodlust Dante]

Ickybutt sat there and stared at his new friend dearly as another molerat came over and sniffed it. Not long after did the foreign mole began to hiss at Damien like he was the biggest evil in all the land.

So it got a stick to the side and in return a claw to the hip. "Get away from ickybutt, vile nastyaw."

HP: 33
Dmg: 6
Mole #1 hp: Kaboom!
Mole #2 hp: -2/8 TAMED named Ickybutt.
Mole #3 hp: 2/8  

[Bloodlust Dante]

So much hissing, and it kept moving. Deamien was already getting sick of nastymaw and went for another strike to the side. And the side moved just enough to bop him on the crown of his head

"Oh shi-" KABOOM.

poor Nastymaw. fell victim to the bonk of death.

HP: 33
Dmg: instadeath
Mole #1 hp: Kaboom!
Mole #2 hp: -2/8 TAMED named Ickybutt.
Mole #3 hp: Kaboom!  

[Bloodlust Dante]

How many more had to die before the moles had to leave? Apparently damien realized it was one more after it investigated the smoking crater on the floor and tried to sniff him. "Hey hey, no touching the stick, it will SMITE YOU." he barked out at the beast that gave no fu- damns.

It didn't want to listen, so a little bit of "humane" cohersion needed to be implemented.

HP: 33
Dmg: 6
Mole #1 hp: Kaboom!
Mole #2 hp: -2/8 TAMED named Ickybutt.
Mole #3 hp: Kaboom!
Mole #4 hp: 2/8  

[Bloodlust Dante]

BASH BASH
SREECCH HISSS SCREECH
......
growwwl yip yip.

HP: 33
Dmg: 4
Mole #1 hp: Kaboom!
Mole #2 hp: -2/8 TAMED named Ickybutt.
Mole #3 hp: Kaboom!
Mole #4 hp: -2/8 TAMED named Vemontooth.  

[Smerdle]

"Stay," West said, looking down at his pair of tamed molerats with a frown. He had only been trying to murder as many of the dumb things as possible, and now he had two of them staring at him like they... loved... him...

"DAMMITSTOPLOOKIN'ATME!" he shouted suddenly, turning away from his captive audience. He had finally stopped thinking about things, but it seemed they had reared their ugly heads again. Literally.

West grit his teeth and turned, his fist swirling red with FEAR. He pulled it back and out to the side, then quickly swung it at the first thing that crossed his path: an adorably sprightly molerat.

It wasn't so sprightly anymore.

West could only watch with a certain measure of morbid curiosity as Mr. Adorable lunged for his chest, scrabbling ferociously. The demon fell back with a snarl, his rapidly dimming hand pressing against his new wounds.

It was on.

HP: 9/40
Molerat 1: exploded!
Molerat 2: exploded!
Molerat 3: exploded!
Molerat 4: TAMED!
Molerat 5: TAMED!
Molerat 6: 24HP WEST USED GAMBLER'S CHANCE... IT WAS SUPER UNEFFECTIVE