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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 31, 2009 1:24:17 GMT -5
(( OOC: I rolled a 19 for her to avoid the Tove, and I rolled a 2 for her luck with the spell. >_>; Hope this is good enough. ))
Things just couldn't go smoothly could they? Xiven found herself cursing as there was a Tove suddenly attacking her. Her eyes widened as she watched it twirl in the air, she was still running and had no intention of stopping no matter what happened.
With a grace that a cat could only muster she managed to avoid the creature doing a great deal of damage to her by leaping and continuing her gallop even when she was bleeding. It had only managed to slice through her skin superficially, which hurt like hell all things considered, but that wasn't going to stop her. At least she generally assumed nothing important was hit, she was distracted by what was happening in front of her to think about it.
Her spell was working.
And.... doing something it shouldn't.
What in the name of the suits was going on? Her spell wasn't supposed to... do that was it? Why was there a blue haired copy of the man?
And it was... laughing?
She didn't have much time to register how wrong the situation was before she watched the King of Spades open his mouth and swallow her brother and Bernard's head.
"VASKA!" she shrieked bloody murder, her words slightly slurred due to her own pain ability, as she charged forward. She was about to yell something else, something along the lines of "Kill that bastard" however her words were stopped abruptly by the sudden realization of pain.
Extreme pain. Mind numbing pain. Worse than anything she'd ever had the pleasure of experiencing before. Her left leg hit the ground and buckled beneath her as her vision started to blur. Her tail. There was something wrong with her tail. She managed to turn her head slightly to see what was happening.
It was melting. Melting. Her tail was melting.
She wanted to scream, however her face greeted the floor with a loud crash before she had a chance to. She slid a little bit due to her momentum before she even had a chance to recover.
Shit.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Oct 31, 2009 2:05:40 GMT -5
((Pale's rolls: 9 for the shadow-things so not great at all, 17 for the.. uh. Filleting. )) The only thing that the pale man could see as going well in that moment was the fact that he'd closed the distance between himself and his opponent and could engage much more easily in hand-to-hand combat. The one advantage his oversized digits gave him was in a battle, as long as the strength boost was flowing through his body and enabling near-natural movements with his claws. There were other issues, however, that made those advantages nearly meaningless. Orange eyes went wide with terror, pupils mere pinpricks at their center, as the shadow-monsters descended on him. Apocalypse pulled his lips back and hissed at them, hunching his shoulders and spreading his arms out, trying to keep an eye on the Hisstor behind him and the terrible creatures that were quickly slipping into offensive postures. A sound from behind him distracted him for a moment and Apocalypse whirled just in time to see the stone-creature appear and then begin to slam into their opponent. An ally, then? Later, the man would curse himself for the moment of distraction - it was all it took for the mist-beast wearing the skull in place of a head to crack him a strong punch to the jaw. With his pain ability active, there was no way for the King to feel the pain, but that didn't matter. He felt something much worse. His breath caught in his throat for a moment, heart skipping a beat. Fuck. What the hell was that? It was enough to send him another step away from them. It faded slowly and he hissed again, the noise unsure. He was hardly aware of the fact that his real target was slipping away from him, because in that moment the second thing lunged forward, striking him hard in the chest and sending the air out of his lungs and spinning him around, sending him tumbling to the ground. He landed solidly in the pool of blood left from the removal of Varestes's leg, that same paralyzing sensation gripping him. They were going to hit him again. Driven by panic, the man reached out blindly, claws closing around something large and heavy. The leg. Of course. Without thought, he raised it, activating another innate ability and chucking it at the skull-headed one as hard as he could. Then he turned, scrabbling across the blood-slick ground and moving as fast as he could for his real enemy, dragging himself shakily to his feet. His senses were overwhelmed. He couldn't feel the pain in his own body, which was a blessing, but he could tell how hard it was for him to even move. His arm - the whole thing had the strangest sensation, one step beyond the painlessness his ability granted. He could manage with only one, if it came down to it. At least for this fight, at least for now. One step at a time, the man forced his way back to the horse-weasel, pausing just in time to see the damn thing eat Vaska. " Oh, fuck me," he hissed through gritted teeth, throwing himself forward at the same time the stone-thing tackled Varestes. At the same moment he impacted the Hisstor, one of the shadow-beasts clubbed him square in the side, a rather pathetic noise escaping him as he clung to the lanky creature for dear life. He heard Xiven scream. With the terror surging through his body, he couldn't even bring himself to look. No. " NO!" Holding on for dear life with the little strength he had left in his legs and trying to dig the numb claws of his right into the man's haunch, his back constantly barraged by the blows of the shadow-things, Apocalypse drew back his left arm. So unsteady. Without even thinking he sunk his teeth into fur and skin as well, and then stabbed with his claws, aiming for the fleshy midsection where ribs no longer protected delicate innards. He felt them slice, felt warm fluids around his hand. Then there was another sharp blow, this one to the back of his head. Apocalypse let out a short cry that was muffled by skin and tissue and then passed out, still mostly inside of their enemy. Moderate Magical Ability When activated, he gains an immediate proficiency with any weapon that he picks up. This can be activated and deactivated at will.
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Post by Nathalia on Nov 1, 2009 2:25:19 GMT -5
Dice are interesting tonight...not just here, but in Jenn's melting pot item... 2 for the Tove, 8 for Varestes overall, and 2 20's for the second shadow creature.
The Tove spun through the loose bit of skin over Xiven's paw, spinning fast enough to skid out of control as it tried to right itself in the air and slamming forcefully into the floor. It whirled over a few times and then slid to a halt, quivering slightly for a few moments before lying still.
Varestes was a far cry from being in better shape. His laugh was choked off as the Coyote's wire reemerged and caught him right in the throat, thin, relentless metal pressing through the skin and against the muscle before pulling away. Followed shortly by the mockery of his other half slamming down upon him a final time before sliding messily into crumpled pieces on the floor. More ribs cracked and the forms of the creatures he had just swallowed were partially crushed by the blow. The blow combined with the wire's snap, added to all of the pain from before...
His neck flopped limply to the side as he began to vomit copiously. A medium sized bulge rising in his throat and sticking there, bile spewing out around it as the crumpled chest heaved pathetically.
People were screaming, his other half was dead, his throat wasn't working, and the room was spinning drunkenly.
He continued to heave for air, mouth opening to its fullest extent as he tried to inhale around the lump now stuck at the base of his esophagus. His functioning arm scrabbled helplessly at the marble floor as his field of vision darkened at the edges. "Bernard... Suits, someone help me..."
The stalking figure wearing Varestes's father as a face sank to the floor and began to melt as the leg knocked the ornament off entirely and sent half of its torso spinning across the room. The second one recoiled for a moment, its hesitation allowing the Heart just enough time to lunge.
The Spades' body jerked and a small gasp managed to squeeze its way out of the tortured throat as claws sank into his belly...and pulled.
There was a sliding feeling. Whatever was tearing at him had pushed itself in too deep. Varestes shuddered and gagged, blood pooling out of his mouth as the man behind him slid, unconscious, down his side and pulled forth a mass of organs. He could feel them sliding out over the lip of torn flesh the claws had ripped wide...it seemed endless. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he slowly ceased breathing, his eye rolling back in his head as he flicked his tail in an almost idle motion. And fell still.
The shadow beast behind Apocalypse stiffened at once, turning in the direction of the Coyote and tilting the space that should have been its head in an almost inquisitive pose, before lurching downward as its lower body began to vanish. It molded itself tightly around the fallen King's left hand and tore as hard as it could, removing the pinky and part of the ring fingers and swallowing them into its mass, though they would appear moments later as its body swirled away.
The body seemed to let out a sigh as air that was trapped by panic escaped around the bulge trapped at the base of the Spade King's throat, remaining leg twitching as the eye glazed over and the corpse relieved itself. Organs seeped slowly from the body, dragged by gravity and the Heart King's weight, slowly sliding down onto him as the intestines uncoiled and limped out of the gaping hole.
King Varestes was gone.
Great job guys! 50 unassigned points each, except for Vaska and Falks. Vaska gets 5 for sort-of-not-really killing Bernard, and Falks left too early. Vaska and Bernard's head will be easily removable if this group can assemble itself, though the head will be partially crushed and the left side without a good amount of skin due to stomach acids. Vaska's left wing is broken badly, though it can be mended, and his left ear was torn from his head completely by the slamming monster Xiven summoned up. Most of his body was protected from the acid by Bernard's head, but his left wing has lost most of its delicate webbing and is now full of holes...rendering him useless in flight. I'll be making one more post after this as something has been left undone. Carry on as you will, I'm sure many here need attention. <3
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Post by Satra on Nov 8, 2009 10:58:10 GMT -5
Spekkio found herself in shock. She was... still alive and in the correct form. Not only was she all of these things, but she had just been forced to attack this man's throat with almost enough force to kill him. She froze, hesitating on Heilyn's next command.
Heilyn tried to get to Apocalypse to protect him from the blow coming to him from the shadow beast, but her current injuries and inebriation even past the overdose of adrenaline prevented her from doing anything useful. Then the beast turned on her. She froze and growled, tail up in the air and body tense. Then it disappeared. It was horribly quiet all of a sudden.
"Apocalypse!" she gasped, and ran for him as swiftly as all her current physical problems allowed. Without being commanded to, Spekkio changed into her Human form and knelt beside him. Her hands hovered between trying to touch him and touching herself. Being melted into a puddle barely a minute ago was still a very fresh and terrifying vision. She just stared at her summoner as she nudged him. He was still alive. She felt her body shaking. She didn't have to say anything as she went to Varestes' body. Spekkio tended to Pale, pulling his hands out of the corpse and doing what she could about his injuries. Heilyn paused as she stared at the body. Was there a spell or something horrible that awaited her if she disturbed it? Her emotional state forced her want for Bernard's head back to override her paranoia. She shifted into her Bipedal form and dug in, tearing away anything that got in the way of her goal. Vaska fell out as she retrieved the head. She considered him for a moment, leaving him to be looked at by someone else. Part of her was afraid if she laid a hand on him she wouldn't be able to stop herself from doing something she'd regret later. Instead, she changed back to her Human form, no longer needing the Bipedal for its strength, and cradled the severed head.
Somewhere in the middle of it all, back up guards and medical staff showed up. There fight had certainly caused enough commotion to get the attention of other people. The guards went to work examining the area, the highest ranking among them going back to the barracks to put all the guards back on shift. The medical staff approached the nobles and Vaska to do their job.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 8, 2009 12:53:02 GMT -5
After face planting the pavement, Xiven honestly wished she had passed out. However, there was no such luck. She could feel the pain of her tail melting away with crystal clarity as she struggled to stand up.
Everything was doubled. She stumbled forward as she watched the shadows disappear. Apocalypse had been hit? He looked like it. Maybe. He needed help, that was for sure. And.... Vaska! He was still stuck inside that monster! The woman attempted to run, only to find herself stumbling again. Slipping to the floor as her tail flopped awkwardly behind her.
She turned to look at her tail. The flesh was melting away at an alarming rate and dripping on the floor. That was most certainly a state muscle wasn't supposed to be in. Her prized fluffy tail was slowly becoming a putrid puddle on the floor. And was that bone? An alarmed sound escaped the woman as she stood again. Maybe if she ignored the pain and focused on helping her loved ones it would stop? Before she could get very far there would the footsteps of the medical staff and guards.
What had taken them so long?
There were plenty of harsh slurred words exchanged between Xiven and the medic that attempted to touch her. She attempted to refuse treatment until she knew everyone else was fine. Of course, at this point she was crying from the mind numbing pain and the medical personal could hardly make head or tails of the words coming out of her mouth.
She still had no idea why Bernard was dead or why any of the events had occurred. And she desperately wanted someone to explain them to her.
Please let everyone be okay.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Nov 8, 2009 18:40:18 GMT -5
It was almost certainly a blessing that Apocalypse lost consciousness. It meant that he wasn't aware of exactly what was happening around him. He didn't protest as his arms were pulled from the corpse, didn't shift as he was gently laid out on the blood-slick floor. He was a complete mess, blood pumping weakly from the place where his fingers had once been, his entire body caked with gore, blood, and other less-savory fluids thanks to his positioning when the other King had finally expired. Bruises blossomed bright across his pale skin, records of where the shadow-things had pummeled him.
But he was still breathing, the steady rise and fall of his chest visible beneath the mess that covered him, his lips slightly parted.
In about five minutes, the fallen King would stir slightly, his eyes twitching beneath his closed lids. He'd blacked out? The last thing he could remember was the sensation of flesh separating beneath his claws, the relief at knowing that finally, this was over... Then everything had gone dark. His dry lips parted again as he finally opened his eyes, his vision swimming until Spekkio's face finally became clear. He made a quiet noise, raising his hand to touch her cheek. She was... she was still there. Either that or he was dead... He felt rather numb, now that he took the time to mentally check over his body.
Right. The ability was still active, wasn't it? He let it drop, realizing that he needed to figure out rather soon if anything had been badly damaged during the chaos.
Then the man screamed. A long string of expletives followed the pained noise, rising in volume until they were almost a scream as well. He had no idea what hurt the worst. It felt quite a lot like he'd fallen out of one of the windows of an upper floor and then had a horse ridden over him, but the worst of it was the bone-deep throb in his left hand. He raised his hand, his eyes falling on the place where his fingers should have been, and his face went white underneath the blood that covered it. Medical staff were milling around them, and that was about the moment that one of them came to his side.
"My hand," he croaked in a weak voice as the man grabbed it, quickly binding it with a rather tight bandage in an attempt to stop the bleeding. He winced as it was tightened, hardly aware of the presence of a second medic who was cutting his pants open to get at the bite on his leg. That wound was a little worse than he'd expected - he'd not been as careful as he might have normally been when he'd sunk his teeth in. His head still swimming with pain, the man finally pushed himself to his feet, leaning rather heavily on Spekkio if she would let him.
His eyes cast over the body of the Hisstor, a rather grim sight. Fury burned inside of him and he swallowed it back as best he could. There was Vaska, amid a group of rather panicked-looking doctors. Someone was hovering over the corpse, and the man's expression hardened slightly. "Don't throw that away. Bring it to the morgue for the time being, I'll see to it later."
Then he winced, a soft gasp of pain escaping him. He turned his gaze to Xiven, expression changing to mild horror when his eyes fell on the remains of her tail.
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Post by Nathalia on Nov 8, 2009 19:18:25 GMT -5
The King's body lay amid the waste laid to it by the Hearts. Every now and then, the remaining leg would twitch idly as fluids continued to leak from various orifices and newly torn holes.
The skull mask lay discarded off to one side, the bone ring claws still fixed to the King's rigid fingers, and the Slithey Tove lay limp as though dead in the corner. After a few moments though, the belt; upon which hung the bone tail, made an odd popping noise as it began to slowly melt away from the body. Once this effect hit the small leather bags hung around the belt, a noxious fume began to rise off of it, stinging the nostrils of those around the corpse and giving off a burned flesh and rubber scent as it began eating away at the Hisstor's ruined midsection.
Among the wreckage, lay a tiny gem, a ruby, that was placed inside of a gold circle. Simple and elegant, it resembled the lost cuff link of Bernard's formal attire from years back. A tiny scroll of parchment dropped out and quickly began to fizzle, as all other objects were destroyed in the mess. Reaching in to rescue these items might incur some damage...but they waver in image, as though shimmering in heat, though the air is quite cool.
In the corner...The Tove stirred. Flipping over abruptly with a clack! It heaved itself up into the air and tore in circles, 20 feet off the ground, keening softly.
Oh! Bring some more people in! I'm not done, and I said I'd reward you guys. I have dice for some things, for others...it depends on who posts first! This was a rough plot-driven battle! I will allow Falks and Ben back in, possibly peaches, and some of the berseth/selyn kids if they have reason to be around.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 8, 2009 19:56:15 GMT -5
Falks and Ben had been told to stay where they were. Of course they weren't going to listen to some random adult. What had happened to Miss Heilyn? What about Bernard? After a few moments of running in circles and Benedict finally admitting that they needed to throw caution to the wind, they were off a little ways behind the medics.
After what seemed like forever they came back to the scene of.... complete and utter Chaos. Falks froze as his brother peered over his shoulder. Blood. Gore. Dead bodies. Missing body parts. More blood.
And Vaska. As soon as Falks spotted his brother's unconscious and batter body he let out a horrified shriek before rushing forward. He stumbled though when there was a sudden popping noise and fumes started rising off of the corpse of the King of Spades. What? What was going on?
The Tove made Falks jump in surprise, Benedict's attention remained on the corpse and the objects that seemed to be spilling from the leather bags. He was deathly curious and... worried that Vaska was still a little too close for comfort. The skull nudged his brother forward. Who, of course, went to investigate uninvited.
Xiven was at a loss for just about everything. She wanted to see Vaska however one of the medics was holding her back. If she was able to see straight at the moment she would have been farm more alarmed by the look on Apocalypse's face. And she also would have been able to see what was going on. Through all the tears and all the pain it was next to impossible.
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Post by Satra on Nov 8, 2009 20:05:23 GMT -5
[I'm only bringing him in because you've allowed him to be there. XD Weee! *luffs on my dino* ] He'd already had a twelve hour shift, but at the news that he was needed meant trouble. He grabbed his spear and left his armor behind. Speed trumped small measure of protection at this point. He stared in horror at the scene before him. What the...? What the hell had happened here? He was almost ashamed this fight had obviously gotten to this level of progress before anyone had even showed up. How had there not been an alarm? It didn't matter. All that matter was doing his job. He felt his stomach lurch at the familiar frail figure with a missing head, which Heilyn was currently cradling. He sent off details in various directions to patrol, one he sent to Heilyn's room where he was confident the new children were. It was unknown whether this was a planned attack and if there were accomplices. The last thing anyone needed right now, especially Her Majesty, was another death. He stayed behind to protect the injured nobles and medical staff. Spekkio was handed a warm, moist towel and began cleaning him off as the doctors worked. "Shh, give no more orders, Apocalypse," she said softly, putting a finger to his lips, "You need to make their job as easy as possible." She nodded at the doctors. Heilyn seemed to allow herself to be dragged away from Varestes, but the stubborn old bitch just went straight to Apocalypse and sat down beside him, only then allowing them to examine her, never letting go of Bernard's head. The caught a sight of Xiven and just stared, at a loss for words. It was all too surreal... Then the body began to do strange things. Things were moving on it. Alaster moved swiftly and placed himself between the corpse and the injured nobles, ignoring the mess. His spear was held in the two clawed fingers on his fingers joints and held held his wings pointed down, but partly spread as to create more of a barrier to protect them. Then objects began to appear and disappear. His first instinct was to go for the scroll. That scroll might has some clues, evidence... He let go of his spear with one hand and grabbed for that first. Heilyn, however, was very surprised to see something very large, red, and white now standing very close to her. She looked around him and saw the items appearing. The ruby caught her eye. Her thoughts swam in deja vu. She'd seen the outfit before, but it would take her some time to remember where the cuff link came from. Instead, she just sat there and stared at it, mind and body numb.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Nov 8, 2009 20:12:34 GMT -5
It took some time for the little bundle of flesh that was Vaska to start moving again, but when it did, it was not quietly. Apocalypse's outburst would pale in comparison, but then the man wasn't suffering the pain of an utterly destroyed limb. It was a lucky thing that the doctors were there to tend to him, one of them gently injecting a cool liquid into his arm as one of the others checked his airway to make sure he hadn't inhaled any digestive fluid. He shuddered against it, opening his mouth to wail once more, but then... Slowly, something settled into his burning limbs. It didn't kill the pain, no, but it made it somehow less intense, like it was simply a background ache. Small. Insignificant. Then, it just no longer mattered, his body registering that it was damaged but not reacting as it had done before. He flopped back with a quiet whimper, his eyes roaming all around the room. He got a glimpse of the fallen Hisstor, but then a medic moved in, blocking him off. " Where's Falksie?" He whimpered, eyeing one of the medics. The world was.. fuzzy. --- The man grumbled softly as Spekkio quieted him but didn't fight against her care, letting her gently wash his body off. He winced as she ran the cloth over a bruise, then took her hand in his own. " I'm okay for now. Really. Go see what you can do for the others." He leaned in, pressing his lips gently against her forehead, his fingers slowly brushing her hair back. The kiss was held for longer than was likely appropriate, given what was happening all around them, but... He needed the contact. She was still here. " ...Thank you." Then he moved back towards the corpse. When another medic approached Apocalypse he snarled at them, giving a snappish command to tend to his Queen first. He could deal with his own pain. Badly, but he could manage it. He reached out with his foot, lightly prodding the corpse's face, rolling it over. He'd have to think on what he wanted to do with it, but he'd almost certainly think of something. This one had put up quite a fight, and it had taken the combined strength of both Queens and one King to take him down. It only seemed appropriate that some sort of trophy be made from the remains... As soon as the noise hit his ears he bared his teeth, eyes narrowing. He took a step back to where Heilyn was, glancing around to make sure everyone seemed to be safe. He wasn't going to see anyone else dead today. Or injured. The Tove was the most worrying, but it seemed to be keeping its distance for the time being. Something sparkled in the wreckage, catching Apocalypse's eye, and he shuffled to it. A cuff link from the formal suit the King had worn during meetings. He'd have to wear that suit now, wouldn't he? Something in him rebelled at the idea of wearing so much clothing, but that was stifled by the pride he was beginning to feel. The King of Hearts. That was his title now, wasn't it? He glanced at Heilyn, seeing her eyes were also locked on the object. Then he knelt and picked it up, turning it over in his hands. " From the suit," he said softly, raising his eyes to meet hers. She looked so... broken. So did Xiven. He wanted to go to his Queen, but he was honestly unsure if he could take a single step farther. His legs... his body... It hurt. Terribly. --- The commotion was insane. Sorcha had been hanging out by the guardhouses and trying to keep her mind off of the events of the last several days when they'd suddenly exploded with action. It was hard to catch anything concrete, but amidst the shouted orders and whispered rumors, she managed to piece some of the story together. A fight. Bernard dead. Heilyn, Xiven, and Apocalypse injured. Vaska, too. It seemed unreal, and the woman stopped for a moment to try and catch her breath. Then she hurried after a familiar-looking guard, all Highland, to the sight of the fight. The smell of blood hit her like a train, actually making her recoil, her nose wrinkling up. She saw the corpse of an unfamiliar person, its guts hanging out. That made her wretch, barely keeping her lunch. There was Apocalypse, standing over the body. And there, off to the side, cradling a lumpy shape, was her mother. " Mom! Mom, are you okay?" She hurried to the woman's side, pressing her snout lightly against her side, trying not to cry.
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