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Carhop Cavalier rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 9
Total: 19 (2-20)
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 Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 8:28 pm
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Gene had been quiet, tensed from the search and even more so when they found the trail of blood. A good whiff told her the blood was definitely human, and recent. The grasses changed color, the blood scent grew stronger, and then they hit the maelstrom.
Body parts, everywhere. Blood, white coats, copper in the air and shouting. Red, thick ropes and more humans, sneering and telling them to leave. This never happened, they said. Surrender.
Goonies never say die. Halloween never surrendered. They fought, they dissipated, they came back and fought more. Fear was everywhere, in everyone. Fear would live, and they would live.
"Why don't you surrender?" The ghoul hissed, talons lashing out at the nearest hunter as she eyeballed her trapped friends.
"Get them out of here!" She called to the others, rallying an attack.
(DMG: 13)
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Seussi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 2
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 8:35 pm
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And there it was. The blood that he had been searching for, while perhaps not specifically that which he had spilled himself. It stained the ground, vibrant and red, and Alexander stopped in his tracks, looking at it as the others moved on ahead, lost in his own head as one single, deep inhalation filled his nostrils with the scent of blood, of human, enough to make his mouth water, his tongue gliding over his teeth.
He had begun moving again without even realizing he was moving, his steps leading him towards the source of the scent, where the smell was it's strongest. He new the body was there before he even saw it, his pale, dead eyes flicking over hunks of flesh, scraps of meat, guts, blood, scattered across the ground. Somebody was speaking, but Alex could barely hear their words, a buzzing in his head, a ringing in his ears.
He was not aware that Shun and Sparrow had been bound. He was no longer aware of anything, except the words the hunter spoke, words which only barely filtered through.
"That's a shame. I still have plenty of business with yours." It came out a low his, his eyes narrowing for just a brief moment before he lunged towards the hunter that had spoke, fingers held curled like claws, his lip pulled back from his teeth as he attacked.
Damage: 5
zoobey don't know if I should roll damage but I did anyways just in case >_>
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poke mattix rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 8:39 pm
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"Yeah, I heard it" Poke replied, and hearing gene she nodded slowly. She would fight if she had to. Silently though, she hoped it wouldn't come to that. Quietly she followed the others, suppressing the urge to growl as she looked around for the source of the flash.
It didn't take her long to notice the trail of blood. It wasn't a good sign, and as she progressed she saw the grass had changed color as well. Was this a sign of the earlier noises she had heard? The red blood sticked out against the black making it easy to follow ********>" She cursed at the grisly scene. It was obvious it was a hunter, or had been one. But what was left of it was just chunks of flesh of bone. Teeth were bared as she took a step back ready to attack at the slightest hint of danger-
Suddenly there were shouts, and before she could think let alone react a figure had grabbed Shun and tied him with a red cord. And surprise surprise it was a group of three hunters who stood before them. And soon after that another reaper boil had been taken, leaving only herself and two others to fight.
Even though Poke didn't want to hurt any hunters if she didn't have to...she couldn't afford such softness now. She considered Shun a friend, and the dragoness wouldn't let him be taken. Besides, a dead hunter laid there and it was not known how he died. The three spoke of surrendering and not mentioning this to anyone. It sounded like they had something to do with it, and there was no guarantee they would be true to their word and let them go free.
It appeared though Gene had made her life easier as well by striking first. Whelp, no chance of surrender now. Her hand strayed to her waist, flicking off the skull pin attached to her belt. At once her form shifted into a much larger and more intimidating dragon, wings half spread and back fins arched up.
"WORKING ON IT!" She shouted back to Gene. She couldn't afford to leave shun tied up like that, and so as the other two attacked she rushed forward, jaws opening wide and then trying to pull Shun away from the hunter that had him tied up. At the very least she could try and prevent the hunter from hurting him.
HP: 50
Defending: Shun (also trying to pull him away)
Defending for: 8
All the lovely peeps here
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 7:44 pm
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Everything happened in a blur. First, one of the Hunters went to intercept Gene, pushing her back with a weapon as another humiliated Alex, brandishing a curved cutlass that sliced into him- that cleanly cut off his arm - it would form again if Alex dissipated and reformed.
What they did not expect was for the Haunted House itself to defend itself. There was a terrible groan- and then the ground beneath them split open, wide, wide open, a rows and rows of fog-shaped and incisors greeting them, closing in on them, pressing down, painfully, sharply, digging into limbs and arms and Fear-made flesh-
- Shun was dropped almost immediately as the Hunters tried to escape-
- And then the teeth closed with a snap and the students dissipated that easily.
They reappeared again. They always did. The students made of Fear, that was, forming this time in some strange underground cavern. It felt like a room in the Haunted House, though the exit was indistinguishable from the network of caverns entrances or exits all around them. With the students was an unconscious Hunter, heavily injured and bleeding from the head. They were breathing, but otherwise showed no signs of waking.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 10:16 pm
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"Get me out of this," Shun hissed sharply to Poke while the others began to attack. However, that became rather unnecessary as the house itself began to react to this very skirmish. The floor began to open up to form some sort of terrible maw and he was quickly dropped.
He was bitten in two and dissipated in an instant. The next thing he knew was that they were all in some sort of cavern, presumable someplace below the house. Though chances were that they were still within the actual thing. Rolling his shoulders, he looked about warily, trying to assess their new situation. Not too far off was one of the Hunters, who looked to be badly injured. Summoning his blades, he approached and knelt down by the human to check on them.
They were still breathing.
"These injuries," he murmured, looking the hunter over some more. Usually when he fought Hunters, actual injuries didn't begin to start showing until they were weakened. And typically right before they would warp away, "Their defenses are down, I believe."
Which meant that this one could be killed right now. He gripped his blades, narrowing his eye at the thought. It almost seemed too easy. Slowly, he raised up one dagger; his intent was likely clear.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 10:53 pm
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She would of, but what happened next had caught the dragon completely by surprise. The floor had opened beneath her, and with no time to react she was swallowed up by the rest. The teeth tore into her hide in one clean bite, and with a loud screech she was consumed. The pain was barely felt as she reformed, standing there on all fours wondering just what the hell had just happened.
"...REALLY?!" She was just eaten, in her dragon form, by a jack dam house. She felt her dignity slipping away by the second, because at the very least when she was eaten before she wasn't a giant lizard.
"What am I gonna be eaten by next, the easter bunny?" She grumbled to herself, shaking her head in frustration. It appeared they had all fallen into a cavern, with no easy way to get out. Looking up she couldn't see where they had fallen, and everywhere around there there were more cavern openings. It was going to be a pain to get out of here.
Poke glanced at the others to see what idea they could come up with, only to find one of the hunters were still alive, but only just. He wasn't even awake, and the head injury was still bleeding. Shun was over there too, and it looked like he was going to -
"SHUN!" The dragon shouted as she saw the dagger rise, her claws scratching the ground as she lumbered closer to the two, looking down at the injured hunter before back at the reaper. It was a good thing she couldn't convey emotion through facial expressions that well, because it was easier to cover up the concern she felt. Before she couldn't afford to be, but now the hunter was so injured there was no way he could fight them now...could he?
"...We don't have to kill him now. He's half dead already, what threat does he pose?" She said. "Besides, hunters always know s**t. Lets get him to wake up and get all the info we can."
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 10:07 am
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Sparrow was shouting - he couldn't recall what, perhaps just a warning, or a shout of anger - but whatever it was became lost in the chaos, the Haunted House making a horrible sound - and then suddenly he was falling, something sharp snapping into his leg, and he couldn't get free, and he was being eaten alive and he wouldn't be able to see Wren again -
- Wren -
And then he was back, standing in...well, he wasn't exactly certain, but the others were still there - Shun stood a few feet away, and so was Poke, with Gene and Alex along with them. Sparrow gave a small sigh of relief, pressing a hand to his chest and glancing around.
They were not alone.
"Wait," said Sparrow, and there was a gust of shadows, his scythe appearing in one gloved hand. He swung it carefully in front of Shun, letting the blade of it rest in front of the other boil's wrist to try and prevent the inevitable. "Wait, she's right. We should see if we can wake him up first, get some information."
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 6:56 pm
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His arm was gone, but what did it matter? He felt like laughing because it really didn't. It really didn't matter at all. He could just sew it back on, just get a new one. All that mattered was blood, all that mattered was tearing into flesh with his hands, with his teeth, with tasting it again. All that mattered was feeling them die, because that feeling? It was a addictive, and he wanted it.
He wanted it so bad.
The house had other ideas. Before Alex could continue his attack, things began to shift. There were screams, of course, music to his ears. There was blood, and the smell of it excited him, made him feel alive.
There was pain, and it cut through the haze in his mind, the absolute need for more. It made him remember that there were other things outside of all of this that he needed to take care of. He was going to graduate. He was going to get married.
The house chewed him up, and he welcomed it, because for that brief moment before dissipation, things in his head weren't tainted with a blurred smear of red.
And then he was back. If he had needed to breathe, his chest might have been heaving, but as it was, he was stone still. Dead eyes scoured the room. He had almost expected to come back in the school, or at the very least, outside of the house, able to leave from the same way they had come in.
But no, the air around them was dank, cold. It gave the impression of being underground, a cavern that appeared to split into many more. Were they still in the house? Likely.
And then he noticed something on the floor, and like the others, was instantly moving towards it. He breathed in, even though he knew he shouldn't, but the temptation was too strong.
Blood. Bloodbloodbloodbloodblood.
Everything was red again.
"Kill it." He hissed. One was near the body, two others were protesting. Alex moved closer, and bent down, his hand going to the open wound, hovering....
He shot back up to his feet. He began to pace, staggered steps as his hands went up to lace through his hair.
"Kill it. Just kill it." He muttered to himself. "Kill it and be done with it. Do it. Kill it." Was he talking to Shun, or to himself?
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 4:28 am
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Sighing in relief, Poke relaxed and sat back on her haunches. Thank jack she wasn't the only one who wasn't out for blood at the moment. But as soon as she had sat down she saw the zomboil was acting like...well, a traditional zombie. Claws dug into the earth as he approached the hunter, and for a few moments she thought he would ignore them. But he backed away, and she relaxed once more.
Just what the hell were they gonna do with this guy? And would he even make it out alive without one of them ending his life? For now it seemed Shun was happy to listen to her and sparrow, but how long would this last?
"He'll wake up eventually, if we let him." She answered.
She didn't like this one bit, and she could still hear the boil whisper 'kill it, kill it" over and over so much she began to growl out of frustration, claws gouging out rivets in the ground . She was about to tell him to shut his jacking mouth when someones phone began to ring, and with a glance from gene (who had some bitching shifting powers by the looks of things), kept her jaw shut.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 11:38 am
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He continued to pace, his mind a jumble of thoughts, instincts and emotions that he barely felt he could keep under control, and it showed. It showed as a haunted look in his pale grey eyes as he continued to pace, still muttering under his breath, his fingers twitching when they weren't laced in his hair. It was the smell in the air, it was the taste that he remembered, the rush of Fear that had come just before death.
Addictive. It was so addictive and he wanted it again.
But there were others this time. He wasn't alone, and that was perhaps the only thing that saved the hunter from a swift demise at the end of Alex's fingers and teeth. He could behave himself. He could.
He could try.
The ringing of a phone pierced through the air, enough to make him pause in his steps, head jerking in that direction again. He caught the look on the others faces, he caught the silent demand to be quiet from Gene after her she shifted, and he closed his eyes, counting slowly to one hundred in his head, reminding himself over and over again that he was not just a stereo type of his race. He was not going to lose his mind here, in front of all of these others.
Or at least, what was left of it.
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 5:17 pm
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