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Grey Dragon rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 10
Total: 14 (2-24)
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 Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 11:11 am
Cymbeline didn't even flinch back from the attack, letting the blade bite deep as it sliced across the flesh of her chest, but ultimately it's progression was stopped by the metallic ornamentation she wore. The bones in her hair rattled as she laughed.
"Your power is a LIE!" She spat out, and began giggling anew. "Control is a lie~ You swim and struggle yet you have no say in how the current carries you. Your control will drown you yet, little roach."
Her eyes followed his, and within a second the twirling bolas crashed into the tree next to his head. Sharp splinters exploded everywhere, mercilessly cutting through the air. Think again~ Little insect. There was no going that way.
HP: 99/120
Damage: 8
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 3
Total: 12 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 11:57 am
A lie or not, it was what kept him moving. If he didn't have faith in power, in control what did he have then? Nothing, thats what. "Better to drown fighting the current than letting myself go with the damn river you ******** nutcase." He's fight and claw and grasp at power, at control. He wanted more, to be better. He was better, he was ever improving, ever honing his skills. Surviving, adapting, he would have it one day. One day provided- The splinters hit him and he cursed in Arabic. they cut into his skin in tiny ways, stinging, burning. He just grabbed at the pendant again while trying to fight back, the phrase bringing no response. HP: 33 Damage: 6
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Grey Dragon rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 12:06 pm
"Fighting, fighting, always fighting. And you think WE are the cause of your misfortunes~" Cymbeline cackled, and her eyes lit up with mirth. As one who let the Insanity inside her flow where it would, she knew there was another way. Swim with it, that was the option she had chose. The hunter's blade cut into her shoulder, but it was as though she didn't even feel it. When she suddenly withdrew, jerking back the scales and taking a couple steps away from the hunter, it had an air of casual disinterest. Her gaze wandered off, and her attention, as she grinned and giggled to herself. It was just so... human, this little roach and his fights. How immovable they wanted to be. How static and resistive. She grinned more as her thoughts darkened, one could carve stone, but it was much more satisfying to carve little white-coated insects who thought they could be stone. The blood, oh it felt good. Sometimes, if you cut deep enough... The Heir swung the scales again, as though only just remembering she was 'entertaining' a hunter. HP: 93/120 Damage: 4
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 10
Total: 17 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 11:26 pm
They were. Halloween and horsemen, they were what perpetuated fear, what kept stories that should have died out a long time ago, alive. They hurt, they killed. Hunters existed to protect humans. To fight and keep them from having reason to fear, to feed the very thing that called them cattle. Insects. Roaches. Bugs. He was cut as he weapin swung, a dash of dark red splattering across the ground. A gash in his arm left from another horsemen cut open, making marcus cry out. Dis flashed and screeched. He would scar. His perfect skin would be marred at this rate. His Marcus was supposed to be perfect. Scars had no place in Dis's plans. Marcus needed to escape, he needed- Dis's flawed logic, Marcus tries once more, free hand on his pendant, trying to get it to acctivate. It failed yet again. "The ******** did you do to this place?" He hissed, blood running down his arm, throbbing and running red with pain. He lashed out, his blood running down his own weapon. " Why can't I leave?" HP: 29 DMG: 11 jfc
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Grey Dragon rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 5:29 pm
Cymbeline leaned forward, eyeing the pendant, and then giggled. "Blame is like a rotting fruit, try to pass it off if you will, but it is your own hands left stained. Little roach." She shook her head, bone hairpiece clattering noisily. "I'll not take it from you, the smell of you disgusts me." The Heir walked right up to him, taking the brunt of his weapon without so much as batting an eyelash. Her whole demeanour slipped from the giggly youth to a dead seriousness in the time it took to draw her blood. "Your self-importance is sickening, bubbling through you like the vapours of the dead," she said in a low tone. "The rot is everywhere around you. I wouldn't feed your carcass to dogs, for all your bleeding and breathing your bones are the bones of the dead." She slid one of the long-bones from her hair, and jabbed the hunter roughly. "Disgusting." HP: 82/120 Damage: 1
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 7 4-sided dice:
3, 2, 3, 2, 4, 3, 1
Total: 18 (7-28)
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 6:57 pm
He hated the fact that somehow, her logic was making sense. That she was making sense, more than other things around them. If she didn't do anything to the area to make the pendant not work- then either he'd broken it, or it came to him defective. And with events on the island, even for a hunter like him, the idea that someone had deliberately tampered with the pendants or even just his wasn't too far of a stretch. As she walked up to him, he could feel the waves of FEAR that rolled off of her. She was powerful, even after all the blows he'd landed, she was powerful. Her shift in attitude was in itself, stark and confusing, a product of insanity, of something that shouldn't be understood in the slightest sense. "I'm not dead yet." He spat at her, blood mixed with saliva. It tasted like copper in his mouth. Her jab only made him angry, even if he knew that iy would just play to her favor. "Dogs prefer freshly dead, the rotten things only attract flies." He stabbed back at her, only rather than a finger, with a sword. Runes glowing blue, FEAR pulsing in his weapon. In his hands in pure desperation. "Guess that makes you nothing by a fly- an insect." HP: 28 DMG: 15
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Grey Dragon rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 5:41 pm
Cymbeline seemed to find that concept amusing. She giggled, and then began laughing outright, and threw the scales at the hunter once again in a violent 'stop you are cracking me up' gesture. But as she put a hand to her wounds and stared at the blood dripping down her fingers, it was no longer clear if she was laughing at the hunter's words or the redness of her own blood. "There are flies all around! They come to death, they REEK of death!" She cackled, no longer even looking at the hunter. Her gaze was fixed somewhere in the trees to the left of them both, on something or nothing, it could have been either in the rolling mists. "The flies fly far fearing fear itself~" she singsonged, "Fearing those familiar footsteps following behind them, so close, so close~" She lifted her wings as though preparing to take flight herself, but then they settled, dark feathers falling like little flakes of burnt flesh. She still didn't look at Marcus, whatever it was she saw in the distance kept her attention. HP: 67/120 Damage: 8 iStoleYurVamps So I just realized I forgot Cym's FEAR attacks. OTL
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 6
Total: 15 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 7:55 pm
She was cracking his sides up. Literally. He felt a rib crunch, giving way in his abdomen from the impact, tossing him into a tree. Another crack- the bark fragmenting and him falling down. He tried again, whispering, pleading, begging the pendant to work. To get him out of there. Yet the glow was gone. His pendant was dead. Eyes went to where she looked, wondering if maybe she'd called others, if maybe she wasn't alone. None came. And yet it made Marcus all the more wary, all the more afraid. He'd begun to fear. And that signaled what he knew was coming. His own downfall. A hunter couldn't be afraid, couldn't give in. Yet now it'd begun. "What are you looking at?" He hissed. "The ******** are you even talking about?" HP: 20 DMG: 9
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