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 Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 4:03 pm
 Tybalt didn't expect to be woken up in the middle of the night. Nor did he expect to be gagged, blindfolded and hauled off to Jack knows where. So by the time he was dumped on the cold stone floor, the black dog was snarling out muffled curses around the gag and struggling to free himself so that he might catch one of the culprits and use them as his new chew toy. Alas, by the time he was free, all were long gone, leaving him alone and confused--or at least until he saw the large banner.
"Graduation?" He asked, mostly to himself, tugging the gag down around his neck.
Was this how they normally did graduations? By kidnapping them?
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Ah right. He probably should have expected as much. This was Amityville after all. The school was known for pulling weird s**t. Though, now that he knew why he was here, he couldn't help but feel both excitement and fear. Excitement for finally graduating--and fear for if he failed.
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OnionGrump generated a random number between
1 and 13 ...
9!
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 4:08 pm
Quote: 9. Prompt - Another's Eyes
The room melts away. You are now a minipet. What kind are you? Are you in Halloween or in the Minipet Closet? Or are you unlucky enough to be transformed into a minipet and in the Life Labs on Deus Ex?
If in a group, prp romping around as a minipet. Alternatively, one of your group members has now been turned into a minipet. What do you do and what kind of incriminating, embarrassing photographs do you take with your skellyphone?
Any other time, this would have amused the black dog and he would have explored the all the options open to him as a minipet--if he wasn't trapped in some sort of containment box. Worse yet, something tall and white loomed over him and upon closer inspection--if he looked way up, Tybalt could see note board tucked in their arm. It kind of reminded him of Zero when he was going over one of his experiments. Only, this white coat and the spectral wolf's were completely different and yet, this one too was all too familiar. Hunter.
Oh he should have known the hunters were so evil that they would experiment on something so harmless as a mini! Really--how evil could they get? He would remember this if he ever got out of--oh yeah...
This was another problem. How was he supposed to get out of here in the first place?
This was a question he ended up having to sleep on. Because while being a minipet was fun and interesting and even though Deus could be a scary place to be. Being stuck in a containment box was friggin' boring. So boring that he fell asleep after a fresh meal of some sort of Fear enhanced food.
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OnionGrump generated a random number between
1 and 13 ...
1!
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 5:00 pm
Quote: 1. Prompt - A Letter To My Future Self --
You step into a room. Except it now isn't a room anymore. A quick look down at yourself reveals that you've changed. You know that you're still you, and part of you realizes that you are your future self. Describe a day in the life of your future self, the future that you see your character in.
If in a group: it is up to you whether you want to solo it, or go create a future-based PRP thread to RP it out.
Another black dog, an older, familiar ghoul was standing in front of him.
"The hell was that fo--" He started to demand, but stopped when he realized he wasn't in any familiar surroundings. But at least he was himself again. Or mostly. He wasn't wearing the same clothes as before.
"Hey did you change my clo--"
SMACK
"Don't ask stupid questions! And don't nap when you're supposed to be guarding the place!"
"Guarding what?" Tybalt rubbed at his eyes and looked around the place, frowning. A junkyard. Ohhh this looked like-- "Oh bummer. I must have done something bad to end up here." He muttered out and was rewarded with another smack.
"Says the one who wanted a place to stay. Really! All you have to do is make sure no one trespasses. You practically get to stay for free."
"As if anyone would want to steal garbage." He said with a yawn. Though this time he was dumped onto the ground, courtesy of the other black dog.
"Its not garbage! Its scraps, and it is worth something. Probably more than your sorry tail." She countered, giving Tybalt a light boot to get him up and off the ground. Unfortunately it only made him roll onto his back and groan.
Really? If this was what he had to look forward to then seriously just--
"Let me diiiieee.." He whined.
"Oh, that can be arranged." Came the irritable response.
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OnionGrump generated a random number between
1 and 13 ...
1!
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 6:39 pm
We already did this Tybalt. Choose something else.
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OnionGrump generated a random number between
1 and 13 ...
10!
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 6:40 pm
The next room was at least a step up from the last and by that, it was clean. Almost too clean. Though the mist was a nice touch. If he wasn't so wary of the mist that was. Because where there was mist there was usually--
CLANG
Tybalt might have jumped a few feet into the air as the sound of metal on metal broke the silence and a large knight formed from the mists, blocking his path. Beyond him, Tybalt could see it. His prize. Now if this overgrown tin can would get out of the way--
"HALT. YOU SHALL NOT PASS." The knight bellowed, jabbing a javelin in front of him and keeping the black dog at bay--just as he took one step towards the diploma.
"Excuse me, but that is mine and I will be taking it. Kindly move your rusty self and let me through." He stepped forward again only to be stopped a second time. "Or we can just do it the hard way..."
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OnionGrump rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 7:00 pm
Determined to have that diploma in hand, Tybalt lunged forward, slamming into the knight with as much force as he could manage. Which, given the size difference and the fact that the other was wearing a full suit of armour, it really wasn't that much.
Tybalt probably hurt himself more in the process.
HP: 45/50
Damage: 3
Hits: 1/3
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OnionGrump rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 8
Total: 18 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 7:04 pm
This time, Tybalt was smarter. He had to be after that last attack. He certainly got a good enough hit to make it so. Given that the knight was wearing metal, Tybalt opted for a safer route and rather than use direct contact to deal damage, he zapped his opponent instead. Which was definitely more successful than a body slam.
HP: 40/50
Damage: 12
Hits: 2/3
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OnionGrump rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 1
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 7:07 pm
Unfortunately for the black dog, the knight didn't give up after a little shock therapy. Worse yet, for all his efforts, Tybalt got a smack with the javelin that knocked him back to the ground. Though not with out biting onto the knight's gauntlet in the process--and almost chipping a tooth.
HP: 35/50
Damage: 4
Hits: 3/3
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OnionGrump rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 7:10 pm
Tired of getting knocked around, Tybalt finally decided to risk it and zap the knight again. Only this time, he leaped forward and clung to the b*****d--making sure the majority of the lightning hit.
"I hope this hurts you more than it hurts me---or at least as much!" He quickly added on the last part as he shocked himself in the process. But at least, the knight dissipated back into the mist.
"And now for my prize--"Quote:
AMITYVILLE ACADEMY
To all whom these presents shall have come: Greetings unto you.
Be it known that we, the Headmistress and Faculty of the Academy under authority of Fear and the Laws of Halloween, have admitted
Tybalt, The Impetuous
the Rights, Privileges, and Dignities to which a Persons of Halloween with Amityville Experience may Expect.
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What the Jack did that even mean?
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