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 Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 8:54 pm
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Haha, of course, the school professor had to break their intriguing conversation.
Eisheth cast a critical glance over the Gnome: he appeared to be a rare kind of idiot, but it didn't necessary mean he wasn't a business genius. The alchemist have met this sort of folks: they look and behave like fools, but they could be really tough and sharp, if needed. Perhaps, she might need him later, if she plans to keep up with her business plan.
"We can talk about it later", she smiled cheerfully to the gnome. "Pleasure", she nodded to Malcolm. |
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medigel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 9:13 pm
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AyeAvast rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 9:16 pm
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Since neither Alexander or Mort seemed to enjoy the witch's inkjar as much as she, she only returned it to her desk with a frown. A finger idly tapped the cork on the top that kept the little fire inside and she made absolutely no apologies for being so fascinated by the light from behind the glass. It was safe to touch the bottle, after all, you big babies...
Still, the glow from Mort's caught the witch's attention and she jumped up to "oooooh" appreciatively after his good work. She flashed him a smile and gave him a quick pat on the arm, more as a gesture of good will rather than 'good job'. When she turned back to her own desk she noticed she'd somehow managed to grab an additional bottle, though it remained empty. Quick as she could, the witch took it and wove through the desks and students before she presented it to Professor Malcolm, for surely he would not appreciate the waste of supplies. After a moment, and before she turned to return to her seat, Belladonna stopped and looked up at the professor. Then with a bright smile she gave him a very enthusiastic thumbs up. He'd really seemed to enjoy that during her exam...
Dragain OvOb Also totally ignore my additional roll, I derped XD
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 2:32 am
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Something caught Siddie's peripheral vision, and she looked down to see that someone's penstrictor had made an escape. It was scooting towards her foot; she bent down and picked it up, then looked around to see whose it might be.
Before she figured it out, though, she heard a voice saying "Deus Ex" and "Hunters," and looked over to see that two Famine horsemen were discussing an inkjar identical to the one she had made. Where was the gnome? Oh dear.
Should she say something? These were young horsemen, true, but she was still more than a little intimidated by them. She could write a note - but that wasn't really safe either. She stood up and walked casually over to where the two Famine clansmen were talking, glanced around hurriedly to make sure the gnome wasn't in the immediate area, and leaned in, saying softly and quickly, "Professor Malcolm was saying that we shouldn't talk about that too loudly."
The penstrictor squirmed in her hand, and she remembered that it was there. Perfect, an excuse. She straightened up and said more loudly, "Excuse me, do you know whose pen this is? It was crawling on my foot."
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 10:53 am
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"Ah, my mistake," Kiwi answered the shadowy ghoul, and returned the Inkjar to the table. He made a mental note to sneak it into his satchel sometime later. He didn't trust the students any more than Eisheth did, and to be honest, in his excitement had forgotten to lower his voice. He did so now, just enough that they couldn't be overheard, and whispered, "I will do my best. We'll discuss this later then?? ..."
His eyes swept the room now, curious if anyone else overheard. He found the eager gaze of what appeared to be a vaguely familiar zombie scareling staring his way. Had they possibly met before?? ... or was he perhaps one of the initiates?? ... Kiwi trusted them only slightly more than he trusted the average student, which wasn't much at all. He turned back round to Eisheth, and struck up a whispered conversation, so as not to be overheard this time: "How have you been Eish?? ... Are things with Mei going well?? ..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 10:54 am
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xoxomenai "Ah, my mistake," Kiwi answered the shadowy ghoul, and returned the Inkjar to the table. He made a mental note to sneak it into his satchel sometime later. He didn't trust the students any more than Eisheth did, and to be honest, in his excitement had forgotten to lower his voice. He did so now, just enough that they couldn't be overheard, and whispered, "I will do my best. We'll discuss this later then?? ..."
His eyes swept the room now, curious if anyone else overheard. He found the eager gaze of what appeared to be a vaguely familiar zombie scareling staring his way. Had they possibly met before?? ... or was he perhaps one of the initiates?? ... Kiwi trusted them only slightly more than he trusted the average student, which wasn't much at all. He turned back round to Eisheth, and struck up a whispered conversation, so as not to be overheard this time: "How have you been Eish?? ... Are things with Mei going well?? ..." This was the first time he'd had a chance to speak with his cousin in awhile, in fact. |
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 11:15 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 12:03 pm
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All was well; most of the people in the class managed to work with the materials provided to create an Inkjar, even if some weren't... Pleased with their Inkjars.
"NOBODY INTERRUPTS WDG!" The gnome yelled all of a sudden; while everyone was busy, he had plugged up the sink at the table he was standing on, and filled it with the magical water from the swirlpool. He was also tossing various colored powders into the water, a crazed look on his face as the mixture started glowing in a something-bad-is-about-to-happen manner, "NOBODY! ESPECIALLY NOT A MAN!"
He muttered an incantation for a spell under his breath - gnomes can do magic because they are demons, are you surprised? - which caused the mixture to bubble. He then proceeded to pull out several prot charms from his suit, ripping the packets open, and applying the charms on his arms.
"OH JACK DAMNIT! CLASS, DRINK THE INKJAR YOU MADE! PLEASE, IT'LL PROTECT YOU!" Malcolm yelled, grabbing the rainbow inkjar that he had made prior to class, and drinking it in a single gulp. Meanwhile, the mixture in the sink had started to glow so brightly that it was impossible to look at directly, and then-
BOOM
When the multicolored smoke cleared, the students - and Malcolm - would find that their skin had turned into the color of the Inkjar that they had made, and thus, drank. For Malcolm, he was all the colors of the rainbow; it did not go well with his dirty green robe. Those who did not have an Inkjar to drink would find themselves weak and lethargic, like they hadn't slept for days. Any spare empty bottles and colored powder - including those that had been taken and kept without permission - had dissipated into thin air.
As both students and horsemen regain their composure, they would notice that a huge multicolored slug-like creature with Well Dressed Gnome standing on top of it was in front of the table. From its "mouth", the creature started to spew glitter, and from its pores oozed glowing rainbow slime.
"We need to wash it away!" Malcolm ordered, sighing loudly, "Fill your bottles, and start splashing. It'll be more effective if you can put your Fear into it. Allow your Fear to flow from your core, down your arm, and into the water in the bottle. Try to avoid the glitter!"
"OH NO YOU DON'T," The gnome huffed, stomping his feet; it made squish squish squish sounds against the slimy, gelatinous body of the creature, "I'm going to slime you all in glitter and rainbows, baby! Even the ladies! I'LL COLOR YOU ALL 50 SHADES OF RAINBOW. FOREVER."
Quote: OOC INSTRUCTIONS!Dice Rolling Mechanics
If you drank the Inkjar: Use your normal attack dice (Y1: 2d6-6 | Y2/Horsemen: 2d8-6 | Y3: 2d10-6) + normal HP values (Y1: 30 | Y2/Horsemen: 40 | Y3: 50).
If you did not do Round 1/do not have Inkjar to drink: Use this attack dice regardless of level (2d6-8 ) + this HP value regardless of level (30).
If you are a hunter golem: You should be "dying" by now. Return to Deus!
Your HP goes down by 5 every time you attack!
Once your HP hits 0, you will be paralyzed/frozen on the spot (and covered in glitter); stop attacking at this point!
Quote me (Dragain) when the creature's HP is at 0!
Yeah we drinking them inkjars!: Things to keep in mind
For Students/Horsemen:
SKIN + HAIR will turn the color of the inkjar; yes, this means that you can turn invisible too - clothing will remain unaffected!
All Inkjars taste like dirty paint water - it can also smell like the inkjar, but it does not affect taste. Example: Fruit inkjar smells fruity, Firelands inkjar smells like something's burning.
Think about how the inkjar color will affect the appearance of your student - Just became it says "Treasure" doesn't mean you must be covered in gold; you can be covered in precious gems/silver/pearls/etc.
Here are some of the effects:
--> Deus Ex: Think of it as you are cosplaying a Division Leader (Caelius, H, Aria, Allan); however, remember that YOUR CLOTHING WILL NOT CHANGE! But you'll look more human + get their hair style/color.
--> Fruit: There are a million types of fruit in the world; pick one! You can even smell like the fruit you are "cosplaying".
--> Glow: You can glow in any way you like; does your hair glow? Skin? Eyes? Fingernails? Do you have a pattern on your skin?
--> Contract: Red eyes, inability to make any face but the OwO face, QB ears + tail.
--> Firelands/Comet/Rainbow/Exotic/Etc: Just think of some of the Minipets that had been colored in that theme, and work from there! Oh, by the way, good luck to all the undeads who are now on fire, although the fire does not burn/hurt/feel hot.
For Hunters in golems:
Your golem will swell/bloat, and you will feel really uncomfortable because the Inkjar has no place to go. There is no physical change.
Once you are back home/in the pod, you will realize that your hair had changed into the MAIN color of the inkjar you swallowed; this means that if it's Firelands, you will have red/orange hair, but it's not really on fire. The only exception is the Invisible Inkjar; you will appear to be bald.
You will also experience a heightened sense of paranoia due to the Fear in the Inkjar.
Effects last a day or two, depending on the person.
If you are UNSURE about the effects of an Inkjar, feel free to IM or PM me! <3 This goes for any other questions.
The "after effects" of drinking an Inkjar will be listed in the wrap up, so please don't worry about it now!
Place this form at the bottom of your post; edit in the creature's HP immediately after posting![color=orange][b]I REJECT YOUR GLITTER![/b][/color]
[b]Damage:[/b]
[b]Student HP:[/b]
[b]Creature HP:[/b] 150
You have 24 to 36 hours to post!
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Blade Kuroda rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 12:27 pm
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Smerdle rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 12:38 pm
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Seussi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 12:41 pm
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The zomboil may have given the which a bit of a baleful stare at her oooo'ing and awwwww'ing over her firelands inkjar. As far as Alexander was concerned, that was the worst possible inkjar that could have possibly been made, and it seemed as though several people had managed to make them. Fantastic.
He continued to resolutely look anywhere but at the inkjar sitting on the edge of his desk, scooting his chair backwards to give himself more distance. Real fire or not, it was the sight of it alone that made him uncomfortable, and the type of pets that it tended to create. You know, the fiery kind? Ya, no, he was not having any part in this. Maybe if he asked nicely the professor would let him make something diff----
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a crazed WDG who was now apparently performing some kind of spell for no apparent reason. Alexander lifted his eyebrows, feeling none to concerned with whatever was happening. That was, until the professor shouted out something that would have made the zomboils face blanch paler then it's hue already was, if he had the circulation to do so.
"D-d-drink the jar?!?" He shouted, giving the professor and incredulous look. He--He wasn't serious, was he?? Of course, the other students and horsemen around him were all doing as they were told, and Alex's pale gaze landed back on the inkjar in question. The fiery, horrible, inkjar. He was supposed to drink that. That.
The zomboil was suddenly feeling very, very faint.
With a shaking hand he reached forward, grasping for the jar. Was it his imagination, or was the jar warmer then it should have been? As he drew it closer to himself, he might have let out a high pitched, keening whine from somewhere in his throat, his chest clenching tight at what he was about to do. Something was happening over where the gnome was, and he glanced up to see...glitter. Oh jack no not the glitter! It was now a toss up between fire and glitter, and Alexander wasn't sure which was worse!
Okay, just don't think about it, don't think about it, just...
He shook his head, unscrewing the lid from the jar, closing his eye and holding it up to his mouth in one quick motion. The smell of something burning had his shoulders hunching up as he cringed away, then forced himself to drink what was in the bottle. It was horrible, it was disgusting, and he was positive he could feel it burning all the jacking way down, even if that was just his over active imagination getting away with him.
He sat still for a moment, eyelids still clenched shut tight. He felt...weird. Something seemed to ripple over him, a flash of bright light from behind closed eyelids. Slowly he peeked his eyes back open, and stared open mouthed at the hands clenched rigidly to the sides of the desk. Oh no. OH JACK OH SEVEN LEVELS OF HELL OH UNHOLY---
His skin had darkened for the most part, almost like it was burnt and charcoaled, but held the illusion of being cracked anywhere that he had stitches, the area's alight and glowing with fiery hues of red, yellow, and orange. His hair, which if he rolled his eye upwards he could catch a glimpse of, was no longer white. All he could see was the yellow, but it was essentially a dark brown/red at it's roots that gradually lightened and brightened to a vivid yellow at it's tips.
He was a zombie, and he was on FIRE!
Of course, it didn't occur to him that he wasn't actually burning, that it didn't actually hurt. All he could focus on was that he looked like he was on fire, which meant that he must be on fire. He very rapidly pushed himself out of his desk and stood, his eye wide and panicked. Who even cared about some stupid gnome riding a glitter rainbow slug?? He had much, much more important things to be dealing with right now!
Alex picked up a jar of water, and dumped it on himself.
I REJECT YOUR GLITTER!
Damage: 0, of course
Student HP: 45
Creature HP: 142
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