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 Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 12:01 am
Ren did not notice the presence of a familiar werewolf by his side. Instead, he slumped to the ground in front of the generator, holding his right hand in his left - his right human hand, which was, as it always would be, wrapped in several layers of bandages.
He felt spent; exhaustion, mixed with everything else he was feeling, was not a good combination. Ren's eyes flickered dully, looking down at his wrist, his fingers trembling. The shocks from the generator had not done him any good, after all, and now he was sitting trying to gather the proper amount of air in his lungs so he could go back to throwing himself at the hated machine.
Tybalt was speaking somewhere behind him, but Ren wasn't listening, a drop of blood from the cut on his forehead plunking onto his hand. He lifted his head, hair damp with sweat, and stared at the generator, wanting to drag himself back to his feet and continue his mission.
I'm not leaving anyone behind.
His eyes moved to the cages, over the small, red werewolf just a mere foot away.
Anyone.
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Bilious rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 12:03 am
A key a key.... he didn't see anything that fit that description, panic growing in his chest. There would be time for reunions and heartfelt blathering later, right now he had a Task to Complete....  HP: 30
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 12:06 am
The FEAR repression on the remaining cages surges...making it difficult, though not impossible, for many of the captives to do anything more than watch as the rescue they had been hoping for arrives.
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Bilious rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 12:06 am
The hunchback gave a frustrated snort, finally resorting to kicking a chair over and knocking a stack of paperwork from a desk. It made him feel better, but did not help him find anything useful. HP: 30
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medigel rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 12:09 am
The gryphon looked . . . pitiful, just like the other prisoners who had yet to get freedom. Beat up. Worn down. In some cases bleeding, or even close to fainting. And who could blame them? How long had these people been incarcerated, and who knew what else had the hunters done to them before they had arrived?
Whatever had happened before all this . . . Nothing could justify this. Nothing could justify the state these students were in.
They needed liberators. They needed friends, regardless of whether it was a face they knew or not.
And that was how Mortimer found that controlled fury once again. Eyes narrowing at the machine, he reached forward and grabbed the machine tightly.
Immediately blue electricity coursed through him painfully.
Two could play at that game.
The zombie's own bolts charged up, the suture line of his cranial top lighting up a vague purple. Without warning, it flew up and a small arc of lightning few forth, striking the machine with an equally small thunderclap following soon after.
The zombie staggered back a little after this event, his right hand singed into a nasty bruise color.
"Mrr . . . rrr . . . W-Will . . . not . . ." It was hard for him to speak after that. "N-Not . . . give . . . u-u-up . . ."
His fingers tingled painfully.
HP: 23/30
Damage: 5
Generator HP: 14
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Bilious rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 12:12 am
This was useless! Wasting time. Precious time they had... every able body was also busy looking, but a few were attacking something- ah. Yes. Attack the problem at the source! He should have done this sooner! With a quick glance to his friends' cages, he straightened his eternally uneven shoulders (more or less) before storming towards the thing, his fist clenched tightly as it reared back to hit... His fist slammed into the device, electricity crackling up his arm and up and over and down his hunch, and he staggered back, shaking his head to try to rid it of the tingles. But... but there had been a CRACK of some sort... it was working! Another few good blows, they'd be out of there in no time...! HP: 27
Damage to Generator: 14- 5= 9
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 12:13 am
Savior disliked the smell of blood, or rather the smell of any blood that didn't belong to her, and the fact that the boy who had been so aggressively attacking the machine was now oozing it out on the ground did nothing to help prevent her nose from twitching. The amount of blood he was losing probably was nothing too serious, but should he bleed to death than Savior would find herself in a situation that involved a corpse and an escape route that lead her exactly back to where she didn't want to go. So, she had two options:
1. Lift the soon-to-be corpse and toss it outside
2. Eat him
Both would involve getting close enough to touch him, but it seemed like maybe this boy had friends and allies? Why would it have been in a cage alone if not for companions being with it? Was this some kind of zoo? That would make a lot of sense, but then. . . Savior didn't know what a zoo was and seriously doubted that she had come over a lot of trouble just to get to a zoo.
"Hey. Is dying." The monster decided her best option would be to walk over to the cages and check out the inhabitants, maybe gain their opinions on her actions. Either way the body had to go because Savior wasn't going to be trapped with something she really, really hated. "Eat. Get rid of. Leave." She spoke mostly to anyone who felt like answering, were they capable of answering.
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Bilious rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 12:18 am
What worked once had to work again, right? Heave and HO! His fist swung forward again, but the electric backlash made the hunchback stagger back, his eyes drifting in two different directions as he nearly toppled into Barth's cage, but stopped himself just in time. Okay maybe... maybe just a short sit down. Yes. A short sit down to catch his breath. And his bearings. And wait for his vision to clear. Stupid electricity, making his brain chemicals boil and his nerves twitch. But... but he was here... he was here to save them and... and... Yes, just a short sit down. HP: 24
Damage to Generator: 14 - 4 = 10
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 12:20 am
Freya hadn't said a word since she'd curled up under her wings and given up. She shuddered under her wings when the Fear began to press down upon her, suppressing her from moving - but she wasn't in any mood to attempt movement, of any kind, anyway. She was quiet, and silent, and altogether easy to forget.
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Kyrieko rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 12:24 am
Bouncing off the generator with a shock to the system, LW landed and stumbled, feeling the pain in her back ignite for a moment. Curses! She'd forgotten about that. Again. The she-wolf snorted as if she'd caught a nasty scent before shaking herself as if trying to rid her body of the residue shock she'd received from the generator. And then her ears perked up as the a particular black dog called out. She managed to locate him in another cage.
"Maybe I just wanted to come and laugh at your furry butt in a cage! So I can share with Mei." She snorted at him too, but was relieved to hear his voice.
Now that she looked again, Mort was doing his best to try and locate something it seemed. As to what, LW had no idea and didn't care at the moment. Then he too attempted to bash the generator. And right after attempt one, the she-wolf caught sight of movement back where they had snuck in. Looked like yet another from the battle had suck in! Good. They needed more help in here.
Finally, LW turned to the gryphon beside her. He did not look good. In fact, she didn't even think he recognized her. Whining, the she-wolf nudged his hands with her nose gently. No. He wasn't allowed to give up. And he wasn't allowed to beat himself up anymore either! LW stared at Ren, meeting his golden gaze. Leaning forward she nuzzled his cheek sweetly before snorting and resorting to giving him a nice, slobbery canine kiss. "KITTEN!" She said quietly but firmly to him. "Don't you fail on me now. Not after I finally found you!"
Backing up, careful of the others attacking or searching for whatever it was, LW put enough distance between herself and the generator before lunging at it in another attack. She would not let those stuck in here remain stuck! And wouldn't let her gryphon put everything on himself.
"REN!"
 HP: 23 - 3 = 20/40
Status: Attack Two - 12 - 6 = 6
Generator: 5 - 6 = -1
[LW is in her natural form; basically a small red wolf running around]
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 12:30 am
A surge of blue light fills the tent and then fades to nothing. The cages have powered down and doors slowly swing open. Those who had already used their FEAR abilities will feel a renewed sense of energy. The OOC Congratulations on destroying the generator and opening the cages! Your FEAR abilities have been refreshed and reset, though your HP remains the same.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 12:35 am
Renewed indeed . . . His hand still hurt, but it was worth it in the end as the hated machine powered down. nodding in satisfaction, he looked to LW for a brief moment - but the red wolf was closest to her boilfriend. She would be fine, especially after that last attack.
As for the other misshaped boil who came in, Mort gave a quick relieved smile before he went about moving to the cages to help people up. First, the valkyrie who had seemed so out of it that she had hardly stirred when he first came in.
"Up, up, up," he murmured as he knelt down and began to rouse her. "Y-You can leave now . . . We d-d-did it."
Looks like that energy shock had still messed with his tongue.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 12:42 am
Tybalt shielded his eyes from the blast, expecting some huge explosion, but was more than relieved when the light died away and the constant electricity flow on the bars ceased to flow, followed by the doors slowly swinging open.
They were finally free!
"J-Jack damn guys! Good job." He said, poking his head out slowly and warily through the opening of the cage before he jumped out quickly.
It was good to be able to stretch his legs and arms. It felt like forever since he had been stuffed in that awful cage.
"When I find those damn fake reapers..." He growled, his anger growing as his Fear recovered and he slowly morphed back into his natural form. "I'll tear them to shreds!"
 HP: 40/40
Tybalt has turned back into a large black dog. Roughly the size of a calf.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 12:47 am
Mort's hands were attempting to move a still target - for quite a few seconds she was unresponsive. When she finally turned to look up at him, Freya's eyes were dark, and sallowed. She unfurled her wings slightly, reached out, and took Mort's hand - she had no idea who this person was, but she craved contact. "Hallo, friend." Freya's whisper whistled out. She didn't seem like she understood they were free, but she was entranced by the hand she was touching. She simply looked relieved to have someone beside her, even if it was a hallucination. "Will yeh stays here with me until I goes?" She smiled up at him, crinkling her nose.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 12:54 am
Boy, he never thought having sunken eyes would be so bad until today.
"Hallo, friend," he echoed back with as much of a reassuring smile as he could. Luckily for Freya, zombies had an ability to carry more than they appeared they could, so even without her fully helping he managed to get her out of the cage and onto her feet within seconds, an arm about his shoulders to help steady her. "Will stay as long as Mort can. Needs pill?" He wasn't sure if he could figure out how damaged she was just yet, as the cages seemed to have suppressed FEAR.
Case in point: the Skulker turning into a large wolf.
If he had more brain cells to boot up, Mort would be terribly jealous of all the neat things secondary forms gave people.
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