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 Apr 4, 2014 17:15:00 GMT -8
Molly joined Robert outside a moment later. She shouted, "Sylvia, get over here! I need your help!"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Apr 4, 2014 18:14:59 GMT -8
Sylvia- Sylvia hesitated, staring at the three-legged wolf that limped in place pathetically. It seems to have lost most of its fighting spirit now that it was missing a limb, and bled all over the ground. "If I can still fight with it, I'm more of a man than you are." Sylvia chides the wolf, which stares down at its severed limb, as if in confusion.
She turned away and then shot a look at Ashley, who was still in combat with the black German shepherd. The animal had grabbed the end of his pipe, and now they played a deadly tug of war. "PULL BACK, fall back towards Vars' house with Mr. Wolf, Mr. Ashley...." She paused a MOMENT more, and then shoved her shotgun in Mr. Wolf's hand, before breaking into a run towards Molly and Vars' house.
She reached top velocity quickly, before she met the snarling lab who rushed to greet her. It's skin was malfitted and flattened oddly about the face, the paws were grotesquely rotated outwards at unnatural angles as it bounded towards her.
Sylvia gave the lab a flying kick, and for just a moment, she seemed to be channeling Bruce Lee. There was a tense moment when her perfect form broke, but the dog seemed to jump right into her waiting foot. The undead dog flipped head over heel and slid a few feet, then lay on the ground.
Sylvia landed with a triumphant field goal pose next to Vars' gate. "My lady, what do you need my skills for?" Ashley- Ashley finally seemed to notice that battering the dogs wasn't getting anywhere. They needed to have parts severed from their bodies... Or something. Maybe.
He retreated with Mr. Wolf, and noticed the real Wolf attempted to make a get-away at this point, picking up the severed human arm in its mouth. "He's getting away!"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 4, 2014 18:20:16 GMT -8
"I'll get the blighter!" Rob tried to run after the wolf holding the candlestick in one had and his pipe in the other. He tried to make out the arm in it's mouth, it was an arm right?
Roll:9
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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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Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Apr 4, 2014 18:28:48 GMT -8
To Sylvia, Molly said:"Any chance you can hotwire a car, M'lady?" Molly wished she had a fedora she could tip in a charming manner. She gestured towards the hulking vehicle nearby.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Apr 4, 2014 18:55:10 GMT -8
∆§Indea§∆- Wolf- Despite the distance between the two of them, Rob manages to catch up quickly, mostly because the terrifying, ill-fitting-skinned wolf monster was being a complete wimp about the missing leg.
As he neared the creature, Rob noticed that it was indeed a complete human arm in its mouth. The skin was somewhat tan, though how tanned was difficult to tell now that the limb was drained of blood. Ashley- Ashley seemed torn between staying here to help Robert, and backing Mr. Wolf up. He decided to stay with Rob and help him combat the wolf, still locked in mortal combat with his best friend the german shepherd "My pipe isn't helping much and I have my own company." German shepherd- The German shepherd attempted to bite Ashley again, and missed. Sylvia- "Can I EVER, break that window for me, I don't have a weapon and the dog is getting up." Sylvia put her hand on her hip, she wasn't sure if she could get quite such a lucky kick in again this time... Lab- The lab rose slowly from its sprawled position.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 4, 2014 19:42:16 GMT -8
"Alright you mangy hound, let's see if we can't find the berk underneath!" Rob went at the wolf using both the silver candle stick and pipe in repetitive hits. He tried hard not to look closely at the arm, although at least he wasn't beating on an actual wolf.
Roll: 12 Roll:9
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Post by Dr. Jar on Apr 4, 2014 20:29:30 GMT -8
Wolf- Roll= 12-2=10 The wolf yelped loudly when hit by the candlestick, though it was impossible to tell if he was doing any actual damage: Dust rose from the coat with every strike, as if he was beating a taxidermied animal and not an actual wolf.
It didn't feel quite like a living thing should, more like a crisp skin filled with sausage filler, and squashed like wet clay when struck. He noticed that bright red, living-looking blood dripped from the animal's severed stump.
The wolf made a run for it... [4-2=2]
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 4, 2014 20:40:34 GMT -8
"Oh no you don't!" Rob chased it and made for another strike.
Roll (chase): 8 Roll (strike):15
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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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Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Apr 4, 2014 21:25:00 GMT -8
"Count on it." Molly ran to the vehicle and pounded on the driver-side window with her baseball bat. 19
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Apr 4, 2014 23:49:04 GMT -8
Sorry. I tried to interpret the map but got the two grays mixed up. Now I'm all disoriented from an afternoon nap turned evening nap and I can't really sort this all out. Patti and Wolf will both try to do something helpful. Patti will accept the candlestick from Rob if he's not too wrapped up in the battle to let loose of it.
Patti combat rolls (10+4=14,19+4=23)
Wolf combat rolls (10+2=12, 15+2=17)
(Good night, sorry.)/font]
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 4, 2014 23:54:56 GMT -8
((Rob is holding on to the candle stick but Patti has the bullets))
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Post by Dr. Jar on Apr 5, 2014 7:01:47 GMT -8
((The three-legged wolf, german shepherd, Ashley, Mr. Wolf, Patti and Rob are on one side of the street away from Vars' house. Molly, Sylvia, and the lab are on the other, breaking into a car)) Indea/Patti- The wolf tries to crawl away, but Rob effectively beats it. It was slowing it down and seemed to hurt but there was no visible damage from being battered with either. It was unclear if it was either invulnerable to being bludgeoned, or they just weren't seeing any damage because it was a crispy skin over a meatbag. It cried louder, piteously, and its voice had a strangely human quality. Ashley- "Ugly mother fuuu-- Maybe we should try weapons that slice parts off..." Ashley really wished he hadn't left his sharp pointy objects at home now. His arms were getting tired, but he strikes the mouth of the German shepherd with his pipe, and the teeth scatter everywhere. The creature shook it off like an unwanted bath.To Deek- Molly succeeded in breaking the car window! She smashed it so completely there was nothing left to brush off when Sylvia reached over to unlock it for herself, and opened the door. Sylvia- "Alright, let's get inside. At least it's the passenger one we broke... Molly, defend the window while I work on making some road dogs..." Sylvia did her magic. 16.
The lab didn't take long to rise, and rushed at the open window, attempting to attack the defending Molly! (11)
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 10, 2014 17:38:17 GMT -8
Rob tried another tactic , he tried jumping the wolf beating it over the head and grabbing its fur tightly. ROLL: 16"Show us your face, berk! Or I'll start taking this bloody thing off." ((Sorry Dr. Jar, I missed your update. >< ))
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Post by Dr. Jar on Apr 10, 2014 17:43:28 GMT -8
At Indea- "AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Unevenly conforming jaws gaped in an unnatural way as the wolf wailed. The pitch high and oddly..feminine.
It dropped the severed arm on the ground in the process, and writhed about.
The skin he grasped was oddly crisp and dry-feeling, the fur bunched unevenly as if draped over something that didn't fit its natural conformation...
With a firm yank he felt it tear free from whatever was beneath it...
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 10, 2014 17:56:11 GMT -8
"They're skins, they come off!" He yelled out to the others as he held, whatever it was down, and kept taking the fur off.
In case he needs it : 19
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