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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 8
Total: 13 (2-20)
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medigel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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 Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 12:44 am
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Jack was, it should be said, ill-sized for sneaking and/or appearing non-threatening. Noticing him, the bobbing little blob's eye went huge and it trembled in terror. Opening its mouth it took in a huge breath of air and grew larger, inflating itself to twice, then three times its size.
Quote: Boo Mob: 10HP 1 auto damage To capture: It's HP must be between 1-2 in order to stun the Boo. If the HP drops to 0 it explodes into what seems like melted marshmallow all of the hunter and in its place are two more Boos, each at 10 HP, each doing 1 HP apiece (so now 2 auto damage from the both.) Repeat as needed. This will continue until all Boos are caught or the hunters pendant out.
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 6
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 6:15 pm
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"Well maybe if you we're such a ******** unpleasant giant, you might not of scared it." a*****e.
Lavender eyes rolled, but she kept her attention on the puffed up ghost.
Delicate was not usually her thing. At least not where combat was concerned. A firm tap was giving to the bobbing specter, not even close to a punch, but it gave a whimpering cackle before...popping. "********."
There was a scowl all ready on her face for the snide bitchfest that was about to come from Jack, but before he could even open his mouth the bits of boo fluff that had been falling swelled, growing into two identical, puffed up and pissed, ghosts. "Well that wasn't entirely unexpected." Still, she sounded pissy.
HP: 23
DMG: gfdi 9
CHG: 3/3
BOO: dead.
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 8
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 10
Total: 20 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 8:24 pm
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She didn't give him the satisfaction of her annoyance, she just moved to corner her own bobbing ghosty.
This one seemed a little more brave, or possibly reckless, because the second she got within range the thing shrieked out in a wild cackle before zooming right at her face, smacking into her. This, of course, was startling, and she reacted automatically, swinging a punch at the thing and sending it bouncing off the closest wall before dropping into a puddle of boo guts.
Mother ******** more boos rose from the remains, and Peyton's shoulders hunched up around her ears, waiting for the snide remark to come from the other side of the room.
HP: 22
DMG: ...14
CHG: 3/3
Boo 2 HP: dead.
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 7
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 8:12 pm
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There was a very, very soft sound in his head: the sound of the last straw breaking. Peyton had such great timing too, given that one ghost would be enough for him if it kept its fission ability. So for a moment, as they exited the room and left the two enlarged boos to wail over their captured friend (captured self?), it looked as though Jack had nothing more to say to her.
And then the runes on his weapon flashed. The zweihander came out of nowhere, swung as easily as if it were a short sword and with far more force, to knock Peyton against the wall. Jack wore no expression as he walked quite casually towards her, the odd lighting in the house almost seeming to make him taller and darker.
"I have two pieces of advice for you, Creedy." The tip of his weapon was pointed at her, just above the pendant, a silent discouragement to try and portal out just yet. "Would you like to hear them?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 9:47 pm
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Or, in this case, violence was necessary to trigger a violent reaction from the giant.
He was supposed to be her alley, meant she shouldn't have had to watch him like a hawk. Shouldn't have had to be careful about turning away from him with the intent to leave the room. Runes flashed, but the dainty Sun never saw them, only the blur of the blade in her peripheral before something slammed into her shield, shattering it, to throw her bodily against the wall.
She s**t, bouncing off the creaking wood in a boneless instance of daze, before dropping into a stunned heap with the sharp tip of a familiar blade pointed casually at her chest. She blinked at it, then up to Jack as delicate features shut down into a fine rage.
<Kill him!> Warrick howled it, seething, and it was his hunter that had to calm him, reminding him that she had no shield. One wrong move...
His voice grated on her nerves, and her lips peeled back in a vicious smile. Did she want to hear whatever bullshit he had to say? No, but it wasn't exactly like she had much of a choice here. "Do enlighten me." Somehow she managed to make the harmless words into the fiercest of threats.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 3:23 pm
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Even a snarl meant nothing to him in this position. He gave Peyton a cool look. "One: Don't pick fights you can't win." As far as he was concerned, her attitude had sparked it and this was merely retaliation. "Two," Jack said as he pressed the end of his sword forward just a fraction, his eyes unblinking, "don't pick fights with me."
It would have been easy: just a few more swings and the Sun would be just another casualty in the Haunted House. Hardly anything suspicious given the area's history and the wild things that often populated it. He could pictured the wonderful struggle, the feeble attempts to either port out or fight back (one cut to separate pendant from hunter, one stab to the chest, respectively), the curses and probably manic, dark behavior—just like in the infirmary.
If she had really wanted to strangle him, she shouldn't have half-assed it. That was the disappointing fact about hunters like Peyton: with orders, they were a force to be reckoned with; without them, they were so very human, bumbling even simple tasks like harassing the sick who couldn't even fight back.
Stupid b***h.
As if a switch had been flipped, Jack regained some animation in his eyes, tapped her chest once in a manner that said good one at a tacit joke, and stepped away. "I believe we are finished here," he said casually, checking his watch. "I am due somewhere else in ten. Do us all a favor and find clothes that aren't part of slut fashion." He reached for his pendant, then paused and suddenly smiled a little at Peyton.
"Ah, almost forgot: tell your sister hello for me if you see her first, won't you? I believe she's due for an infirmary shift soon."
And with that, he activated the pendant and ported out.
Beejoux yes this is a real fin tag u r looking at
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