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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 22, 2014 18:55:49 GMT -8
Woman- From closer up, Rob could tell she was both unusually beautiful, tearfully pitiful, and petite. She certainly didn't look like any monster he had ever seen, but maybe that was more suspicious. "They bit me they bit me and tore at me... I said I didn't want to join them, and they got angry... I heard people talking and I ran but it hurt too much.." She mutters tearfully, and Rob can see that under her dress she seems to be leaking a decent quantity of bright red blood on the bramble behind her. "They can hear you sweat..." She speaks in a panicked hush.Ashley- "Are they still here somewhere? Where were you attacked?" He peers behind her into the wooded area, and around. A quiet twig snaps in the brush... Sylvia- "Never fear, we'll blow them away...who bit you?" Sylvia took one look at her leg area and cringed. She hoped it wasn't vampires...
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 22, 2014 19:07:37 GMT -8
Rob lent down with a furrowed brow. His cheeks still red."She's too traumatised, we need to get her help and maybe then she can tell us more over hot tea. Any of you want to help me lift her back to those hippies? Is that okay, mam?"
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Post by DKender on Mar 22, 2014 22:53:43 GMT -8
"I'll help. Don't you worry, Dear." Molly waved a small bag of stones over the woman before she stooped to assist Rob with the carrying.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 22, 2014 23:01:51 GMT -8
Woman- "mm..." Despite her skin color, she seems pale, and a reasonable amount of apparently fresh blood drips from wounds in her legs. "They're HERE!" She cries out loudly and thrashes a little, and with that the two can hear something rush out of the wooded area, and into the open. The wolf and two large dogs, shambling on their long twisted broomstick legs, grey, desiccated tongues flopping out like pieces of leather, fur disarrayed in clumps...
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
Posts: 9,204
Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Mar 22, 2014 23:03:45 GMT -8
Molly gasped. She had to fight the instinct to run, because the injured woman could not survive another altercation."Get her inside!"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 22, 2014 23:06:25 GMT -8
. Ashley- Ashley was going to help them support her, and is caught with his arms awkwardly out, rather than at his sides and by his weapons. He quickly withdraws and readjusts. "Ugh." Sylvia- "Bastards, I knew they were just waiting for us. PREYING ON OUR GOOD NATURE, this looks like a job for the shotgun..." Sylvia takes aim, they are at close range after all.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 22, 2014 23:11:41 GMT -8
"We'll get her inside, you guys take care of these pups. Bloody hell!" Rob took the woman in his arms with the help of Molly and began racing back to Vars' house as fast as he could.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 22, 2014 23:21:57 GMT -8
Woman- "...ouch..." She complains faintly. She tries to help them with supporting herself if they could not manage to carry her in her entirety. Upon closer examination, she has multiple deep bite wounds to her calves that appear to have been made by a large dog or dogs, mostly punctures but some lacerations are present as well. An alarming amount of blood seeps out through her wounds.
They are aware, far too quickly, that the dogs must have been following her progress as she crawled. There was no other way she could have gotten this far without their harassment. Ashley- "Devil bitch!" He swings his weapon towards the black german shepherd, but misses entirely. The dog leaps away from him and lands oddly on two of its legs, before rolling back into something more appropriate... Sylvia- "Language!" She shoots, and it makes a deafeningly loud sound, but appears to have little effect on the wolf she fires upon, save that its fur looks a little more wet. It stares at her with empty cataracted eyes... "DAMNATION!"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Mar 23, 2014 1:57:14 GMT -8
[Patti realized these were the demon dogs they had been warned about."Regular bullets won't hurt them! Get a blade or fire!" She pulled her jacket off in a quick movement and wrapped it around her forearm so that it would protect her from a bite attack. She presented her armored arm towards the dog creatures and she reached into her bag for her Ka-Bar. (13 for combat maneuvers)Wolf hopped the fence into the neighboring yard and continued along that path, flanking the possible victim in what he hopped was a moderately sneaky method that would reveal ambushers to him before it revealed him to ambushers.
When all hell broke loose, Wolf realized he was on the wrong side of the street from the attackers and had left Molly unprotected (by him anyway). He sprung over the fence, barely avoiding stabbing himself in the process, and ran into the fray with little thought. He had gotten pretty good with the trench knife and could switch between stabby-stabby mode and knuckle duster mode freely. (21 for combat maneuvers)
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 23, 2014 10:08:18 GMT -8
To Patti- The big black dog that Ashley missed wheels on Patti and his teeth sink into her arm. They are large enough to penetrate her coat, and the pressure is acutely painful, however, she avoids the full force of the teeth. It begins to pull backwards, rooting its feet in. From up close, the creature didn't stink, but it seemed ragged and unhealthy, with areas bare of fur or matted. The eyes in particular seemed like white misted marbles. There was a clammy quality to its touch. To Wolf- The wolf leapt at Wolf, who managed to stab it in the face successfully. It snorts and shakes his head in a strangely life-like manner, and bright red blood flecks out of his face and onto the ground. The injury remains, but it does not seem particularly debilitated. The creature stands five feet away from him, staring at him levelly, waiting for a move.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Mar 23, 2014 10:28:21 GMT -8
Super brief response because I'm going to bed.
Patti will use her knife and try to put it through the eye socket and use that grip to control the creatures head and release it from her arm. Roll is a 19.
Wolf will continue to use the blade to hold the creature off, stabbing for the head when it gets too close. He will try to position himself between the creature and Molly, I meant the injured woman on the ground. Roll 16.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 23, 2014 16:50:14 GMT -8
(( Do you wants us to continue Rping the attempt to get her to Vars or post into that thread now?))
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 23, 2014 17:21:52 GMT -8
((Either one you think is appropriate Indea. She is heavyish as dead weight and it is a few houses to get there so they may be overcome before they reach it.))
I'll give Rob a roll to see how far he goes.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 23, 2014 17:35:56 GMT -8
I gots 19.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 23, 2014 17:52:05 GMT -8
To Patti- Patti manages to wedge the creature off of her arm. The blade sinks deep into its face, and it hardly reacts; not something she'd expect from a normal, healthy living creature. The new wound oozes blood steadily. It falls back and prepares to attack her again. Ashley- Ashley offers no one-liners, and whacks it firmly on the head with his pipe. It crunches soundly and faulters a moment, probably more out of mechanical trauma and force than being hurt. It totters around a little bit, giving Patti a moment to react."Are you ok?" He asks Patti. To Wolf- The wolf seems undeterred, and takes hold of his leg, before yanking backwards, hard. He can try to act to resist falling over, which would leave him prone to worse. Sylvia- "Mr. Wolf!" She leaves Molly's side, and goes to help him out, though she only has her shotgun handy now. She tries to fire on it at close range, in hopes that if it is shot enough times, maybe it won't be able to hold itself together. It pays no mind to the woman, in its best attempt to make him prone.
There is a loud sound, and animal chunks fly everywhere, with filthy matted fur... Sylvia missed the body, but a foreleg is blown off from the elbow level, and flops uselessly on the ground.... "I got it..."
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