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medigel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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 Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 4:36 pm
He hadn't meant to go looking for trouble, though subconsciously he didn't mind it so much. The Horsemen classes were coming up, but his pent up rage from the trials still burned within him restlessly. He couldn't ask his friends to take the beating, and there was no satisfaction in attacking a dummy. So he tried what he did last time, wandering the halls thinking. I need an opponent . . . I need a Hunter . . .
It was an almost suicidal wish, and the Haunted House granted it. A portal opened up to the left of where he was walking and, without even having to think about it, the zomboil shuffled in.
This room was new, not filled with glass mirrors whose shards broke and bit with each missed attack. No, this room looked simple enough, empty enough even: no furniture was to be seen, a wide open space boxed by aged wooden panels that at best hosted a large carpet rug in the center of the room. Otherwise it was empty.
For now.
Face set, Mort waited for someone to come in, hands clenching and loosening alternatively. This was stupid, he knew. Absolutely, horribly stupid. But Mort was known for doing stupid s**t anyway.
STATUS: NO HEALING
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Lucyal rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 6:27 pm
Molly had been introduced to a new duty, one she intended to carry out with the utmost effort. While the young woman was very, very hesitant to fight against her fellow Hunters and seemed soft hearted and hesitant to raise her weapon, that did not apply to the shadows. Somewhere deep down in the red head, there was a cry for vengeance for what they had taken away from her.
The Mist trainee’s expression was unusually serious as she patrolled this Haunted House, looking for any signs of shadows. Vaska seemed…different as well. She recalled during a mission that another Hunter spoke of how the weapons would cry to be fed and well…she really understood that now. Vaska grumbled with hunger, for the urge to feed. This place was just teeming with FEAR, and it made him anxious in her mind. Opening a door and stepping into a room, Molly stilled as she caught sight of something that should only exist in movies and video games.
Her nose wrinkled at the sight of the zomboil, and her expression was one of disgust. She had no words for this…this creature as she held her hand out, and her golden spiraled bracelet took the shape of an oversized golden lance, glowing with green runes. She wielded the large weapon with two hands, and held it out threateningly at Mort as Vaska crooned in her mind to just strike that creature.
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medigel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 6:36 pm
A challenger appears.
Grimly he nodded to her as her weapon was called, sparks coming from his fists as he walked until he was on the rug. A first he thought of nothing to say as he surveyed the ghoul's look of utter disgust, his mouth set into a thin line. The Hunter was taller than him, and her weapon quite a bit taller than her. Under normal circumstances, he would've gulped: today, he simply accepted that he would probably be shishkabob'd into nothingness once more.
Speaking of a certain valkyrie, Mort took the stance she'd taught him, spreading his feet apart and raising his fists readily. He might have practiced some, but nothing was better for it than a live target.
And then, without thinking, he simply asked, "Do you fear death?"
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 6:52 pm
Molly didn’t like the way that thing nodded at her, and she most certainly did not like the way sparks seemed to shoot from its fists. Her gloved hands tightened around the hilt of her weapon and her brows furrowed. Vaska just seemed more persistent and pushy than usual at the prospect of absorbing some FEAR from something that was made entirely out of it. That, combined with this being Molly’s first time (that she was aware of) fighting a FEAR creature on her own, caused her first strike to be rather clumsy. "No." Was her short answer.
The young woman just went and charged the creature, thrusting her lance at him like Lance had been instructing her too, but the battle jitters seemed to still be in effect.
HP: 40/40
DMG: 0
Charge 0/3
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medigel rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 7:01 pm
Hel's lessons had been heeded well it seemed, for even someone like him managed to dodge the sharp end of the lance before it pierced something. Skidding, he set his feet once again, fists glowing as they charged. "Sure 'bout that?" he asked calmly, releasing the energy hosted in his hands. Rather than an attack at the Hunter's open back, the electricity coursed through his body, heightening his awareness and hopefully making him fast enough to keep up with the human.
"N-Never know. If face willing, might be born here. Take ghosts n' undead lots've times."
Speed Boost: -5 instead of -6 for next 3 turns!
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 8:46 am
Molly just didn’t seem to want to converse with this creature in the slightest, so she didn’t. She had a serious case of nerves of trying to take on this thing by herself, despite Vaska’s constant crooning attention that she’d be okay and that she needed to hurry up and strike it so that he could feed. The Mist Trainee whirled around as Mort was somewhere behind her, and instead of attacking right at the moment, she held up her lance threateningly.
What in heaven’s name was that thing doing…
HP: 40/40
DMG: 0
Charge 0/3
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 5:16 pm
Funny, how he'd come into the battle with a serious wish to fight and yet sighed casually at her lack of battle taunts, like the Hunter was a fun-ruining friend and not a very-different-fun-ruining Hunter. Maybe a little jolt would start her up. Clenching a fist, he charged electricity and sent it forward with a snap of the wrist, the bolts arcing the distance between them until they touched the Hunter's weapon, coursing up through it and into her body.
"C-Can't have friendly chat while fight?"
HP: 40
Damage: 7
Speed Boost: 1/3
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 10:03 am
< Molly, yehr takin’ too long! Just hit ‘im and let’s go!> The Hunter bit her lip, her eyes widened as the creature seemed to charge his fists, and before she could even think to step away, he struck at her weapon. The reaction was immediate. Molly yelped and nearly dropped her lance as the electricity coursed through it and her. Her hair, while already poofy as it was, was given even more body by that attack. Vaska was cursing up a storm at her, telling her this was why they shouldn’t hesitate. “ I…I have nothing to say to the likes of you!” She cried back. HP: 33/40
DMG: 0
Charge 0/3
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 2:22 pm
She had to be a new one, he figured. The other Hunters he'd seen weren't so . . . well, they were used to holding their weapons at least. Mort wondered why in Halloween would someone want to try and wield a lance longer than they were tall - it paved the way for stuff liked this.
"Why not speak?" he prompted after the clatter of her fallen weapon, unable to help himself bit grin a bit at the sight of her new hairstyle. He shot a smaller bolt at her to try and add to said volume. "If m-must be enemies, is good to know opponent. Do want know why must kill us, f-for instance."
HP: 40
Damage: 4
Speed Boost: 2/3
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 8
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 3:43 pm
Molly yelped again as he shot another charge at her, her hands clenching tighter around the handle of her weapon at the smaller shock. She wasn’t sure why this one wanted to converse, and in all honesty it creeped her out. “ Because I have nothing to say to you.” She gasped once more. “ Only except…an eye for an eye.” Her hands tightened even more, and she corrected her footing. The young woman charged the zomboil then, and with a strong step, thrust her lance out at Mort, feeling satisfied as she felt it land a solid hit. Vaska gurgled happily within her mind as he absorbed some of the FEAR. HP: 29/40
DMG: 7
Charge 1/3
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 4:08 pm
Ow. Well it was about time he got punctured, he supposed, coughing as some blood gurgled in the back of his throat. He spat it out at her, though the length of her lance had it so that the wad splattered on it rather than, say, her Jack awful face. "Wh-What mean?" Mort asked through tight teeth, taking advantage of the last vestiges of his hastened speed to pry himself off the weapon's tip and lunge at her, trying to claw at what flesh he could seek. "We feed off FEAR, not attack innocents."
HP: 37
Damage: 2
Speed Boost: 3/3
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 6
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 4:18 pm
Ol-j-man Keep an eye on the HP, I think it should be 33 instead of 37 after the last attack <3 : D Molly made a face as the creature tried spitting at her, though its words riled her. “ It’s not nice to lie…but there is nothing nice about your kind.” She whispered harshly. Once again, Molly yelped as Mort lunged at her, feeling her skin crawl as he grazed her. The Mist Hunter wasn’t putting up with it though, and she pulled her mighty weapon back, and then swept it at the zomboil. The sweep was designed to push him back, and Molly was once again satisfied as she heard the crunch of her weapon meeting his flesh. HP: 27/40
DMG: 8
Charge 2/3
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medigel rolled 3 4-sided dice:
2, 4, 2
Total: 8 (3-12)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 4:28 pm
(( OH HURRR YOU'RE RIGHT. I blame multitasking. And Spanish @@ ))
Lying? Mort opened his mouth to protest, but before he could the large weapon had swept through hthe air and connected against his torso, pushing him into the wall with a forceful crunch. "Nngg!" he growled through gritted teeth as he peeled himself off, staggering a bit as he checked the damage with a hand at his side: several cracked ribs? Yup. He was reminded quite nicely that even the Hunter trainees could have some oomph on them.
Growling, the zomboil attempted to put together his FEAR into a more powerful attack, but his brain was too scrambled from the last attack to be able to focus well enough - his eyes glowed briefly, but nothing more. s**t. "M'not lying," he insisted, glaring at the ghoul. "If kill humans, cannot g-get FEAR! Would mean end of own k-kind!"
HP: 40 - 7 - 8 = 25 I believe
Damage: LAWL NO
FEAR: Y2 Brain Storm (Tainted Fang) - Miss!
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 4:41 pm
Ew. Ew. Ew. Ewewewewewewewewew. He was stuck to her weapon like a bug on a windshield, and Molly was thoroughly squicked out. She tried shaking him off, and luckily he peeled himself off. Vaska warned her as the zomboil seemed to be focusing on his FEAR, and she held her lance in a defensive stance, her brows furrowed. Despite his words, Molly was not in any way convinced or moved. She shook her head vehemently. “ Please, save your breath.” Nothing it would say would bring her sister back. If all they truly wanted was to scare, then her sister would still be alive. HP: 27/40
DMG: 0
Charge 2/3
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 5:16 pm
Save his breath? Like he needed to breathe. No, the ghoul's words only angered him further because Mort was tired of being treated like what he thought or believed was wrong, or that he was not in a place to know more, or whatever reason it was that left him and so many others in the dark about these hunters and their purpose. "What you get off on?" he demanded, ignoring the option of shutting up. "Never killed n' unlike! Not taught how kill, only how best scare, how sneak up and make scream." His hands began to crackle as they turned into fists, energy building up as he moved forward and aimed a angry right hook at her. "You take us n' make into w-weapons! Brainwash into servants for bad purpose. Who is bad guy here?!"
HP: 25
Damage: 9
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