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Post by NIKKANIKKANIKKA on Nov 5, 2015 11:08:11 GMT -8
OWEN :
“Owen.”
Her voice is calm, steady, firm, and yet holds a tinge of…pleading. She frowns at your unmoving body and your expressionless face, wondering if the gravity and seriousness of her tone has affected you at all… Probably not, she thinks. Her words seem to have fallen on deaf, unhearing, apathetic ears. Typical. She sighs impatiently, finally blinking away the glistening tears leaking from her eyes. She needs to take care of this issue, find Bowler Hat, find Zel, get the heck out of here…and yet. An obstacle still remains. Does she really need to shoot him? She…sincerely hopes not…
“I don’t care what spatter you…people have with each other,” She’s struggling to keep calm, and hasn’t moved the nozzle of the gun from your forehead. “That is your business. Not mine. You said it yourself, Owen. Remember?” Her voice is audibly steadied from her efforts to keep it calm. “I just want to find my friend. And kill the person who killed h-…who killed people. That is all,”
Her eyes are focused on Owen, and although she hears the scuffle taking place behind them, she doesn’t realise that Maxwell is wearing a Bowler Hat.
“So, get off of me.”
“Before I prove myself capable of actually hurting someone.”
MAXWELL, WALTER & SIENNA :
Maxwell successfully manages to shove Walter in Sienna's direction without facing any encumbrances from the girl as her sole efforts are on attacking him, and not Walter any longer. She lets out an eerie, shrill, ethereal shriek as she lunges at him, attempting to knock the heavy scythe out of his hand, as well as slash Maxwell in the process. She doesn't care if she hurts him. She doesn't care if she makes him bleed. In fact...she seems to want to make him bleed...
DEX Roll for the Little Girl:
pPS|auto+ 5 DEX = 16
Result: 16 > 8, so Maxwell is not able to avoid the slash.
The little girl slashes at Maxwell as she lunges at him, landing a hit on him and spilling some blood from the poor Apprentice. Thankfully, it's not a deep slash. The smell of blood spilling from the Rainbow child, however, brings a sinister grin to her face at the realisation that she's managed to cut at him. She lets out a low laugh, and licks at the blood on her blade... What an insatiable bloodlust... Her fingers close on the handle of the scythe as she grins at Maxwell whilst giggling shrilly.
"H̼̩͓̱̬̜̘e̮̭̣̟͎e͕͙e...h̗̟̫E҉͖͖̜͇̻͓̺e̯̟̬͉̼e̱̮̤̮̟̮̮͞E̴̦͓͉̗H͡e̻̝̥̯͓̲̗e͜E̲͔͙̦̠̭...Let go. Give it back. G̘̰̗̤͍̞I͓̗̖V̫ͣͫ̐ͪ̈ͨ̚Ė̤̹͙͇̙̳͇ͥ̀ ̘ͩḤ͕̀͗ͫ̒̊I̠͔̰̼̪̊̆M̼̩͖̉ͅ ͓̣͇̱̼B͙̜̯̠̦̭̭̽Ä̲͉C̫̃̇̆̓́̆ͥḰ̜̦͖̍͋ͅ.̥̘̪̱̗ͮ."
HP Count:
Maxwell -2 HP from his total HP from the Little Girl's slash.
Earlier hard collision with the rose hedges resulted in -1 HP. 15 - 1 = 14HP
Remaining HP of Maxwell now: 14 - 2 = 12 HP
The little girl has landed a hit on Maxwell, and she doesn't seem like she's going to stop here! Do you fight against her? Or run for it? Her target seems to be Maxwell for the moment, as she believes him to be the sole murderer of the Man in the Bowler Hat, but if Sienna and Walter interfere, it appears that she will not hesitate to attack them as well... What is the best course of action for your team?
NOTE: The scythe needs a minimum of STR 3 to be able to wield it effectively as a weapon, so the little girl is unable to wield it, although she is attempt to wrestle it out of Maxwell's hands. STR 2 and above will allow you to carry it albeit with some difficulty.
The dagger, however, is light enough to be wielded by any STR, although it requires DEX 3 and above (and some basic knife handling knowledge) to be wielded effectively as a weapon.
[ If Maxwell wishes to pull the scythe from her, please roll d20 + STR Stat for a tug-of-war! If Maxwell wishes to fight against her, please roll d20 + DEX Stat to determine whether the hit lands or not. He may do more than one action at a time if it is logically possible! So feel free to make whatever choice and PM of the necessary rolls. ]
[ If at any time if Walter or Sienna chooses to interfere with the fight, please roll d20 + DEX Stat to see if your hit lands. Feel free to PM me to ask me of the necessary rolls of customised actions too~ ]·
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Post by quinnquinn on Nov 5, 2015 16:38:11 GMT -8
She lay there unmoving as well. Both of them stood their ground and their cases. "I want to help you find them too." He looked at her. "But you should not have to kill them too." With a blink he looked away. "Our business is dangerous, Lenne. I made it my business when I was alive. So I wasn't alive for tidy long." Perhaps for different reasons in his case, but it was risky stuff for a human to dabble in all the same. And he didn't want that.
"I look at you and I want you to live tidy long too. Tidy longer than me..." Feeling she wasn't going to budge anymore, Owen slowly backed away and pushed himself to his feet, albeit showing a little of his usual lethargic mannerisms. People didn't ever listen to what he had to say. Why would Lenne be any different? He prayed that she wouldn't do anything rash and end her normal existence. He didn't want to watch that, if that happen tonight.
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Post by misterrainbow on Nov 8, 2015 4:58:56 GMT -8
He knew it was coming. He purposely blocked with his arm. Why he'd thought it was good idea, there was no telling--or was it even meant to be a good idea at all....? It stung, nonetheless. And his pain was voiced with a broken chuckle to match the little girls familiar, twisted laugh.
"Finders...keepers....Loosers....weepers...." He sang behind the safety of his arm, the wounded limb trembling in the air, concealing his eyes. Only enough that he might peek subtly at the girl. Watching her lick the blade. The pretty blade covered in the pretty...red...blood. His blood. But he didn't see blood. He saw the even prettier glitter of acention that wasn't really there.....
Hatters smile drew taut. Fingers flying away from the scythe as suddenly as if it were red hot, and lashing out abruptly with the dagger to ward the girl away from him as He cackled again. Cackled brokenly in that fretful way Walter knew so well. A laugh that wasn't a laugh, but was pain.
"If you WANT him--Ehehaha--you....have to FOLLOW him .......Ehehe..He left, you see. He LEFT. And he isn't coming back... We...don't come back...from....ahahah. I'm sorry--"
Cackling like the mad hatter he was, Maxwell lurched forward at once to snatch the girl by her frilly dress and throw her into the ground. His claimed dagger following suit to catch her under her chin as a threat...a promise...of what may come.
"--But He ruined....our GAME..... Ahah--That's not very nice at all! And now our lovely tea party--Hehehuhuhuu---If you want, I can still show you the way! .....I can show you how to find him!"
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First attack(to strike):
DEX: ZnM47338 + 6 = 8 STR: + 0 = 19
Second attack (to tackle):
DEX: + 6 = 15 STR: + 0 = 15
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Post by luckyrabbit on Nov 8, 2015 6:56:13 GMT -8
It was Maxwell who had insisted he get out of harms way, so regardless of the annoyance of being treated like a little baby by Sisi he stood obediently behind her with a frown. Stupid little girl with her stupid crazy laugh. He tapped his weapon impatiently with one hand again the palm of the other. It was ok though. Maxwell was fast. The guy could dodge a bullet. He could ran at the speed of light, he could...not let go of the stupid scythe.
Walter felt like someone had dropped a bucket of ice water over his head with the hatters pained laughter ringing through the air.
“No...”
Maxwell shoving the knife to the girl's throat was like a signal for Walter to try sprint past Sienna.
Snap out of it!
Not that he cared for the girl. It was the little remaining sanity of his friend that was in jeopardy. In all the bizarreness of Maxwell there was always a streak of playful happiness. Not this time. For what stood in front of him was no longer a friendly hatter inviting to tea with a silly smile, it was the predatory glee of the jabberwocky.
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((Emphasis on "try". She can stop him if she sees fit.))
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Post by bloobubblegumunkey on Nov 8, 2015 9:31:00 GMT -8
STANLEY :
Zel sighed in defeat at her friend, giving him a small smile of compliance as she gripped onto his arm around her shoulder and wrapped her other arm around his waist, bearing as much of his weight that he would allow her to. “Ah well…if ya insist, Doc…” She answered simply, shaking her head at him as the two walked on forward.
She listened with eager enthusiasm at his narration, interjecting him with the occasional “HOLY CHEESE BALLS” and “FRYING FUDGING PANCAKES” here and there as he revealed shocking detail after detail to her. All this while, she harboured the continual shock at the fact that her friend had actually managed to take down the very Hunter she was trying to find… She knew he was strong, but this…this was on a whole other level. That thing…? She wondered what this was about, but since Stanley chose not to elaborate on it, she, too, kept mum about it, and chose not to press further. Each person had their fair share of secrets, after all.
“I…Doc, arghhh…” His last few sentences, although slightly disjointed in nature, really hit home in her heart as she simply furrowed her brows at him with a guilty look in her amber eyes. He panicked and went into a frenzy, partially because of…her…? The thought itself baffled her, and yet pulled at her heartstrings, as she bit over her lower lip, too-large canines peeking out from under her upper lip. A low whistle sounded from her lips as a smirk spread across her face. “Really, Doc, ya make yaself out to be some kinda crazed villain, but from what ya told me…”
“…ya sounded more like a hero than anythin’ ta me. Heh…”
With that, she flashed him a bright grin as the duo rounded a corner, Zel slowing down to make sure that Stanley didn’t trip over the corner of the hedges. One more bend to round before they’d reach the straight route that’d lead inevitably to the hedges of roses… “Well, to be honest, it’s a long story, Doc. But I’ll…try ta cut to the chase…just for ya…”
“See, this dude you totally owned the cheesecakes out of, was this urban legend in our city. Spread by the internet. Well, to be fair, the internet contains lotsa nasty false shizzles but this one…this apparent “myth”…seemed to be real. My friend…someone who grew up with me in ma neighbourhood can attest to this. She saw 'im killin’ ‘er bro, ya see. Or at least she claimed she did. Her bro was a Spiritually Aware Human, just like…we are…” She heaved a heavy sigh as she closed her eyes for a moment, contemplating this point.
“I know…what it’s like. To lose family, ya know… So, when she asked me to come along ta help… I… I couldn’t say no. I…” She buried her face in Stanley’s arm for awhile before averting her gaze from him. “…I’m so sorry, Stan. I know I promised you, but I just…couldn’t…let her do this on her own…” She stared at the ground, amber eyes fixed on neon-coloured sneakers, not even daring to look at his shoes. “So we ended up here, somehow. Where the urban legend states he’d appear….to do his thing…since a lot of SA Humans wander here as well. Honestly, I didn’t think we’d really see him. I wanted to prove to Lenne that she had imagined everythin', and that this dude…this dude didn’t exist! That he was jus' a projection of a common serial killing human murderer…but… I was wrong…”
“…he saw us first. But…I think he could tell that…I could…see better. He went after me, instead of Lenne. She had a gun, but…she hesitated. I don’t blame her—dat gal teaches elementary school kids for a livin’. She doesn’t handle firearms or go aroun’ shootin’ at peeps. It’s not in her nature. At all. She couldn’t bring herself ta shoot him and I don’t blame her. So I decided I had ta take off. Head into this ‘ere maze. I didn’t want him to get Lenne too. She’s been through so much already…”
“He gave really close chase. Nearly got me a few times…that’s…probably the hair you saw… eeps. But frankly, he never…actually cut me. All these ya see-“ She gestured to the numerous shallow gashes on her arms with her head, “-they’re from the rose hedges. Fudgin’ fishsticks I ran through so many thorns gettin’ away from him… but yea, he never…actually managed to get me… I probably won’t be hear tellin’ ya this crazy story if he did…”
“He chased me to the centre of the maze. I thought it was over. I thought I was…well. Gone. I was ready ta put up a fight to the last bit of my strength, and hid behind an archway waitin’ for him to come. Which he did, but…he jus’….stood there. Like he was…focused on somethin’ else. He went quiet for awhile, no laughin', no screeching, no 'Swish, click'. And then he…left.” Her expression was one of sheer puzzlement as she shook her head in baffled confusion. “I jus’ don’t get it… But yea, that’s where I was till…till I saw… and then, I heard ya. Callin’ for me… hehe…thought I was dead and dreamin’, really…” she gave a short chuckle, which died away as quickly as it had started.
“…I’m sorry, Stan… I’m sorry I…made ya worry. And made ya…well…” Her amber orbs flickered to emerald ones for just a second as she quickly looked away again. “I’m just…glad you’re here…”
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Post by mrslayton44 on Nov 8, 2015 10:37:09 GMT -8
Why had Sienna ever thought everything was going to be okay before? It was not okay. it wasn't even sort of okay. It had been bad sure but this, this was just becoming to much for her to handle. Owen had a gun to his head, she thought he'd been fine but this girl apparently wasn't happy and she couldn't concentrate enough to even speculate as to why. The grip she'd had on her skirts tightened as she tried to battle her fluctuating emotions into submission. She'd never been an emotional creature in life and even after she'd died she'd remained fairly impassive. But lately it seemed she was losing the fight and the carefully sculpted cage she'd built around her heart was crumbling down all around her.
She couldn't pinpoint when the change had started, but she didn't need to. The damage was done and despite being dead her heart beat erratically within her, echoing her obvious desperation as she watched everything with wide, fearful eyes. Blood and maniacal laughter. Maxwell being hit and injured and he didn't seem too happy now at all. Even if he was still smiling it was not anything she could say she enjoyed. Tackling the girl to the ground and raising his blade she breathed in sharply. Walter wasn't moving either it was certainly a scary ordeal. Her mind was racing and weighing the options of which she had little. She was useless, she'd just get in the way if she tried to interfere. The fresh, stinging, still bleeding wounds all over her person were a constant painful reminder of that fact.
Suddenly something near her moved and she realized it was Walter, making a mad dash to save the day. A heroic act that would more than likely get him injured and make things worse. She reached out at the last second and halted his forward progress, ensnaring her hands around an arm. "No, no Don't. You'll, get h-hurt." She whimpered. She didn't want anyone else getting hurt and Maxwell had tasked her with keeping Walter safe and that was what she'd do. As for her teammate, she'd just have to hope that he had the situation under control even if he wasn't so much himself. "He'll worry... i-if you get hurt." She added on as she choked down a sob. She was regretting this adventure so much right now. She couldn't do anything and poor Max was not in a good place and she was afraid to look back to Owen. She was just afraid to look in general and closed her eyes tightly against all the chaos, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was sorry she was so utterly useless.
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Post by luckyrabbit on Nov 9, 2015 17:48:20 GMT -8
Having his arm yanked, stopping him in his tracks from saving Maxwell from certain painful doom almost had Walter loose his balance and the small remains of his temper with it. Her voice was so tiny and meek, a contrast to the strength of the arm holding him back. He pulled at his arm, having half a mind not to hit her with his free hand which had his thread cutter in it.
"But Maxwell is hurt!" He retorted back at her as she closed her eyes and began crying. Still pulling at his arm he made a little whimper. Why
was Sisi such a girl?
"I have to help him!" He was back at the brink of tears himself. "Can't you tell he is hurting real bad?!"
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Post by NIKKANIKKANIKKA on Nov 9, 2015 18:49:59 GMT -8
OWEN :
Finally, she was free to stand. Lenne sighs a deep sigh of relief that she didn’t need to pull the trigger in the end, laying in the dirt for a moment more with her eyes closed, steadying her breathing as her ears caught up on the situation at hand.
I wasn’t alive for tidy long. Your words strike a chord in her, as dark grey eyes flicker open and she slowly stands to her feet. A rather bizarre sight had already unfolded before her eyes, and she looks from the bleeding Maxwell, to the little girl in the frilly pink and white dress, licking hungrily at her blade. “…the hell…?” she breathes, instinctively placing herself in front of you in a defensive stance.
“Bowler…hat…” she murmured, staring at the several hats atop Maxwell’s rainbow coloured head, his eerie laughter sending familiar chills down her spine. “Owen…” she beckons to you, lowering her voice. “…the boy…with the bowler hat…” She calmly raises her gun to aim at the hat, and not Maxwell. “…he’s your friend? Not…not an enemy…right?” Her voice is deathly calm now, as if a fierce resolve has taken over her, as she stares at the bowler hat that used to be atop the man who killed her brother and who had taken after her childhood friend in the maze… Why…why does he have it…? This…rainbow child…? Why does he have his laugh?
MAXWELL :
The little girl shakes her head slowly at you, tears continuing to flow from the corners of her eyes.
“He wouldn’t leave. He wouldn't leave just like that. No. I left clues. You. You made him leave. Y̱͎̰̱͔̲͒̀Ọ͉͗̓ͭU̹̣̠͑ͦ̽ͬ͗̂̍ ̝̗̫͙̯̳̘̹ͤ̂̇̐M͖̤͖ͭA̫̖̺̞̬̤ͪ̾̐̒͊̽D̙̠͈͖̫̣̭̱͙̓ͫ̃͛ͮ͂ͥĖ͉͓̪̣̥̫ͨ̊ ̲͚̱͇̻̺͛Ȟ͍̗͉̯͙̗̮ͤ̎͊I͙͚̋ͮ͋ͥ̿M̖̙̠̜̮̼ͧ̊ͪ͊ͧͣͪ ̣̩̳̭͚͚̖̙ͫ̓ͩL̠̤̱̘ͬͩͭͩ̏͆̽̅Ë̞̘͍̪̱́̍̅̚̚A̠͍̙͖̣̽̈́ͨͦV͍͙͂̎̐̅E͉̠̖̲̻̗̐̆ͮͧ̄.”
Rolls for little girl against Maxwell’s first strike with Bastian’s dagger:
DEX: e2Kq7Yq9 + 5 = 19 | 19 > 8, hence Maxwell does not manage to slash at the little girl.
STR: + 1 = 21
The little girl successfully brings her blade up to parry against the dagger in Maxwell's hands. A terrible shriek of metal is heard through the night air. "You dare...to use...his..." she breathes through audible sobs, her blue-gray orbs not once leaving your crimson ones as the two of you crash to the ground, you on top of her with your dagger to her throat.
"I am very lost."
"But I don't need you...you...of all people...to show me the way."
Rolls for little girl against Maxwell’s tackle:
DEX: + 5 = 22 | 22 > 15 so little girl manages to avoid being incapacitated by the tackle or cut by Bastian's dagger
STR: + 1 = 19 | 19 > 15 so little girl manages to narrowly struggle free from Maxwell's tackle
The little girl manages to avoid a narrow scrape from the dagger in your hands, probably because she understands its weight and trajectory well. After all, it did belong to some very, very important to her... With a blood-curdling scream, she wrestles her way out from under you, and the both of you stare each other down, crouched low on the floor. With a banshee-like scream-snarl, the little girl lunges forward once more to slash at you with her blade.
"I'll make sure you don't come back either."
Rolls for Little Girl:
DEX: + 5 = 12
STR: + 1 = 11
[ If Maxwell's DEX roll is lower than the little girls, Maxwell is hit by the slash. HP loss will be counted in the next post based on STR roll. ]
[ Walter and Sienna are free to interfere but have to roll for DEX if they wish to pull Maxwell out in time. ]
WALTER & SIENNA :
Sienna has made a successful attempt out of love and concern to prevent Walter from rushing into the fray to help his best friend. Does Walter listen to what she has to say? Or does he still try to struggle free?
[ If Sienna attempts to talk Walter out of struggling out of her grasp and Walter is willing to listen, Sienna and Walter are to do a [ roll ] + CHA Stat + WIS Stat. Whoever has a higher score wins the debate of reason. ]
[ If Walter does not wish to listen to what Sienna has to say, and simply wants to struggle free, Sienna and Walter to do a [ roll ] + STR Stat. Whoever has a higher score wins the struggle. ]
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Post by quinnquinn on Nov 9, 2015 19:32:48 GMT -8
As confused as Lenne seemed to be at the situation, so was Owen. It was like he'd snapped back into the world outside himself and the woman, and was oblivious to it all prior to this moment. The sight and smell of blood, figures in the dark he recognised, one he didn't, and confusion all round. But the way Lenne still stood in front of him made him worried inside.
Owen wasn't sure what she was about to do when she raised her gun again, but this time it wasn't in haste. He used every inch of his self-control to stop himself from reacting wildly at her actions, his upper body tensing up and hands coming together to prevent each other from lashing out. He furrowed his brows for a split second before he calmed down again. At her question, he looked over to who she was talking about. The child clad in rainbows, whoever he was. Owen had met him before, albeit briefly. "H-He's not an enemy..." he shook his head. "Please don't shoot..."
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Post by mrslayton44 on Nov 9, 2015 19:57:18 GMT -8
Sienna's gaze flicked to Walter who had gotten quiet, his small pleading voice dancing across her battered heart strings. Maxwell was hurt, she understood this. But it seemed wrong and yet right to allow him to help. He'd get hurt if he tried to to do so wouldn't he? She'd feel guilty if he did but she also felt guilty for keeping him from his friend. She herself had only recently met the boy but she knew the two silly things were close. And here she was keeping him from him when he needed help.
That soft plea to be let go wasn't lost on her at all. Her lack of any honest will power was a huge issue and it didn't take much to convince her against her wishes to keep him back. Looking back to the fight she seen that the little girl was the slippery sort and had not only evaded the attacks but wiggled to freedom with her murderous weapon clutched in those too small hands. Why was this happening? Blinking past her tears her grip on Walter weakened but not enough for him to get away just yet. The frilled child was about to make a come back that much could be seen. And snapping her head back finally to check on Owen she found the girl was now pointing her weapon at Maxwell again.
Pulling forward on Walter slightly she shook her head to try and build up the nerve to do what needed done. Walter could freely run to Maxwell as long as the girl didn't make it there right? That made sense. "Walter." Her voice trembled with fear and apprehension as her hand gripped his shoulder. They had to time this just right. if it worked it might help, or make things worse. But her resolve to keep him here was all spent. "Go for Maxwell." She darted forward running for the girl, hoping to catch her before she made it to her target. Her shoulders lowered and arms up. She'd watched enough football to know how to take someone down at the very least. Now after that her options were well, limited but as long as she could at the very least distract the crazy girl it would help the other two. And after being a lump of useless dead flesh all evening she wanted to at least do SOMETHING!
Dex: ZWIDJjcI+ 4 = 13
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Post by StaG on Nov 10, 2015 4:35:35 GMT -8
Hero? Him? Stanley wasn't about to consider it. He was no hero.
Just a madman who nearly lost his anchor and killed in a fit of rage.
The blood loss made him somewhat calmer, coupled with Zel's presence and the sound of her voice. He was silent throughout Zel's storytelling, limping along and swallowing pained noises as they went along. Losing family? He knew how that felt. It was like losing one's home, wasn't it? Losing the places where you belong.
Stanley let out a heavy breath when Zel finished, by now feeling the gravity of his wound more such that he was dragging his foot along as he walked. So he killed another Hunter who really hadn't harmed Zel at all. To what end? Why did he have to lie? Just so he could finally die? Closing his eyes, Stanley paused in his walking, leaning a little heavier on Zel so she would stop, and gave her a one-armed hug before murmuring,
"I... am glad... you're safe. That... is all..."
His throat felt dry. Stanley hadn't realized how weak he sounded, but one thing was certain; he did not regret killing Sebastian. Now there was one less person who could endanger his dear friend. Gritting his teeth, Stanley started moving again, "N...Need... Someplace to sit..." he panted, looking down at his leg, "Need to... re-dress it..." In between his heavy breathing, he spoke in the most optimistic tone he could muster, "Th..Then we'll... find your friend... Alright? Then w...we... go home..."
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Post by luckyrabbit on Nov 10, 2015 16:41:07 GMT -8
Walter gave Sienna a sharp little nod. He was not quite prepared however to have her start running towards the battle straight off the bat leaving no other instructions. This slight moment of hesitation put him a couple steps behind her as his shoes once again kicked up the gravel to reach his friend, holding a tight grip on his weapon. There wasn't really a plan besides getting to Maxwell. He'd just wing it when he got there. It's not like anything else had ended up according to any sort of plan tonight.
DEX: kpQEgNZs + 4 = 22
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Post by NIKKANIKKANIKKA on Nov 11, 2015 3:44:50 GMT -8
SIENNA & WALTER :
ROLL RESULTS
13 > 12 , Sienna manages to tackle the girl down
22 > 12 , Walter manages to reach Maxwell before the girl gets to him and is able to keep Maxwell safe from the attack
“aaAAARrrRRRGGGHhhhHH!!!!!!” The girl bellows madly in protest as Sienna and her crash to the ground, just before her blade manages to make contact with Maxwell.
In the meanwhile, Walter manages to reach Maxwell and pull him out of danger’s way as well, without crashing to the ground. The two boys remain standing whilst the two girls are wrestling each other on the ground.
“StOp INTerFerinG!!!!” The little girl shrieks at Sienna, wriggling madly under her with all her strength and washing her teeth at the petite Apprentice atop her. “He was my beacon of hope. HE WAS MY BEACON OF HOPE. BUT YOU…” Blue-gray orbs stare accusingly into golden ones as she sobs quietly, only loud enough for Sienna to hear.
“…you took him away from me…”
Once her quiet whispering is over, she begins screaming and thrashing to throw Sienna off of her.
STR Roll for Little Girl:
9mT89H6r+ 1 STR = 8
[ Sienna to do STR roll of [ roll ] + STR Stat. If her score is higher than the little girl’s, she continues to pin her to the ground. If her score is lower, the little girl manages to struggle free. ]
[ Walter and Maxwell are safe for now, but should they wish to interfere, they may do so as well. ]
OWEN :
“…I’ll trust you this time, Apprentice…” Lenne nods, lowering the nozzle of her pistol away from the Bowler Hat atop Maxwell’s head. Her breathing is steady as she fights to maintain her cool. “They’re not as young as they look. They’re not as young as they look,” she chants steadily in whispers as if to convince herself that she’s not pointing her gun at children. “They could be older than you for all you know. They’re not children anymore…not…children…anymore…”
She exhales deeply, not taking her eyes off of the scene as she slowly moves the nozzle of the gun to point towards the pink-and-white-clad little girl on the ground, pinned under the dark-skinned Apprentice with gold eyes.
“…how about this one, Owen? Friend o’ yours? …or not?”
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Post by bloobubblegumunkey on Nov 11, 2015 4:10:19 GMT -8
Stopping when he began leaning his weight on her, Zel blinked in surprise as Stanley hugged her, again, his whispered words cutting painfully into her heart as she listened to him. Rubbing her face with the back of her hand, she gripped one of his hands tightly for reassurance. “I know, I know. I’ll take ya there, I will,” She assured him as she coo-ed at him, letting go of his hand and pointing forward instead. “Up ahead, ya see those rose hedges? Ring a bell? Heh. We’ll be rounding the corner, and then emerging from the left fork of the maze entrance… After that, there’s a Visitor’s Centre just next to the maze. There’re washrooms there—plenty of water for us to help redress your stuff,”
She tapped her temple and grinned cheekily at him, although her eyes still showed signs of worry and guilt. “Got it memorised,” She winked as she explained, before carefully adjusting her position so that she’d be facing him directly.
“Stan… look,” she sighed as she held his shoulders with both her hands. “I don’t…want ya to have to bear any more pain… Ya’ve…been through enough as is…” She furrowed her brows at him, gripping at his shoulders as she near-pleaded with him, “Each step ya take…I know it hurts ya… And I know ya don’t like it, but… won’t ya…get on my back just for five minutes?” Amber eyes gazed pleadingly into emerald ones as the blue-haired girl before Stanley chewed on her lip. “…I just…wanna get ya out of ‘ere. I’ll wager anythin’, absolutely anythin’ you want, just to listen to me this once…”
“…please.” Her tanned cheeks turned just a tint pinker at this. After all, the musician/martial-arts instructor wasn’t used to saying this polite word of “please” in this manner. She was a proud girl, who didn’t like begging or pleading. And yet…here she was. Begging him to let her carry him.
How embarrassing.
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Post by quinnquinn on Nov 11, 2015 5:16:59 GMT -8
Lenne seemed to be handling it well despite unravelling a little. Either way, Owen wasn't happy she continued to keep herself involved. But at least she wasn't being rash anymore.
He looked over to the scuffle by them, unsure what was going on. But he knew that the little girl was unnaturally angry, and she wanted to hurt them. A hunter, perhaps. She seemed to be focused on the hat Maxwell was wearing. A friend of Bowler Hat?
"Sienna, yes. The frilly girl, no." He looked to them worriedly and then back to Lenne. It was evident Owen was not entirely sure about how things were turning out.
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