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Post by Nathalia on Jan 21, 2011 20:38:43 GMT -5
((Mephit is suddenly struck by an incredible wave of nausea as her gut expands slightly further...while the blood loss is starting to really get to poor Ichigo.))
~Nathalia
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Post by Vyn on Jan 21, 2011 23:51:50 GMT -5
Mephit jerked to a halt for a moment as a wave of nausea rushed over her and her body swelled forcefully. The doe made a strange gurgling noise, distracted and horrified by the changes of her body. She never noticed the mouse's falter and barely knew to react before the strange Mome began to chitter.
(Rolled a 6 for her reaction.) Combined with the sudden agonizing sickness and precarious one-armed, blind, weapon-driven balance, the sudden chittering of a creature directly beneath her was all Mephit needed to completely lose her balance. The mad King spun around, trying to find the creature with her ears, but only succeeded in twisting in the strange secretion and falling quite suddenly. The collapse did little further damage to the already battered body, seeming to function on anger alone, but Mephit instantly became aware of the hives.
She hissed viciously, quickly becoming covered in the painfully swelling welts, and staggered to her feet. Now, however, it seemed the blindness was beginning to fade and Mephit was slowly becoming aware of a red haze of strange shadows moving in the darkness. In the very back of her mind, feral with madness though she was, Mephit knew something was seriously wrong. Her body wasn't functioning properly, she was staggering even in her best of attacks and the weapon's pull could only do so much without the drive of the body wielding it.
Even as her body gave out on her, however, she knew one thing: she was going to do everything in her power to take the blasted mouse out with her. Her hiss turned into a wild snarl and she thrust herself forward with all the force her bloating body could manage, swinging with mad passion. (Rolled a 17 for her attack)
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 22, 2011 0:35:56 GMT -5
Ichigo was suddenly well aware of his lack of coordination as he found it impossible to properly pick up his sword. His head was spinning as he struggled to stay coherent. He couldn't let the blood loss effect him. The deer wasn't down yet. He couldn't go into shock.
He watched as Orihime managed to run between the woman's legs, knocking her off balance and managing to spread her sticky solution. The mouse called her back with a faint whistle (3), except she seemed to be perfectly content to run like hell and hide far from the screaming deer. Which left him with one less option to protect himself.
The sword was a lost cause when he tried to pick it up (8) and he couldn't move properly with his back leg out of commission. There was no spell in his arsenal that could fix the situation as the doe lunged at him. All he could do was try to dodge properly.
And of course he couldn't (12). As he struggle to roll out of the way of the wild swinging. A chunk of his ear was lopped off as the blade came down, hitting his sword arm as well. His body practically exploding with pain.
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 22, 2011 14:44:31 GMT -5
(( Mephit's passionate swinging accidentally hits the floating Poodle.
Too bad no one was watching out for him.
Her blade cuts off his entire back half, causing his intestines to pool out of him onto the ground, something else falling out with a soft shlomp after them...something larger than the body should have been able to hold.
The Poodle will bleed out and die over the next 30 seconds...good thing he wasn't awake for any of this...))ID: SD (They're messed up right now) Name: ---- Suit: Diamonds Rank: Ten Gender: Male Animal: Canine (Poodle) / Insect (Scarab Beetle) Region: Villa en Miir/Hisstor Wastes Dealer: Greenie Parents: Casey x NPC Notes: This "child" was born at the age of 18 and has basic knowledge of the Capital and culture up to that point, though he knows nothing of his real heritage and is by no means a genius. He feels awful for what he just did to his poor Mother and wishes it had never happened that way, the dormant Hisstor in him causing him to mourn the loss of the only family he had! This has crushed a part of his soul, and he (being a kind, gentle thing on the whole) longs for another family more than anything else. The chitin growing out of his body is not removable and his pincers growing out of his mouth make him drool a bit if he's not paying attention. The Insect in him is painfully rare and cannot be commissioned, only rolled for. He has no Villa script, but does have a deep and amazing affinity for playing the piano, which he will know fairly well (by no means a master) upon seeing one.  Basic Magical Ability: He can act charismatic and persuasive at times, whether or not he actually has the natural charm and grace to pull it off. Moderate Magical Ability: When activated, he can decipher up to two languages of the player's choosing. These languages are in addition to the common tongue and the Diamond house language. Strong Magical Ability: When activated, he can cast a lie-detector spell on a Card of the Suit of Hearts and of a Rank lesser or equal to his own, once per day. Cards of equal Rank would be aware of the spell, but Cards of lesser Rank would not. Powerful Magical Ability: When activated, he can fly for up to four hours. Winged Diamonds can use this ability for effortless, perfectly controlled flight. (( Mephit feels an insane burst of power as her life begins to bleed out from her and she regains the barest sense of sanity...Ichigo feels one last burst of strength after seeing how he let the Poodle die...))~Nathalia |
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Post by Greenie on Jan 22, 2011 18:20:36 GMT -5
Darkness, bright light, and the sickly feeling of being surrounded in something slimy, squishy, and nearly-alive was what he awoke to. The poodle/beetle mix let out a cry when he hit the ground, and laid on the floor in a dazed crumpled pile for several long minutes while his head spun and he ascertained where all of his limbs were.
Finally he shakily pushed himself to his feet, and all the blood drained from his head at the carnage surrounding him. He swayed back and forth and slumped back down so he wouldn't pass out, tightening into himself to avoid touching anymore guts than he already was.
"Wha--what? What is going on?" He said quietly, staring up at the others surrounding him, one with a massive blade that made him shrink back. "Who are you? Who is this? Why are they dead? Where am I?" He asked in rapid succession, his eyes flitting back and forth between the figures.
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Post by Vyn on Jan 22, 2011 18:21:03 GMT -5
Death was near, a cold chill nipping at the nape of her neck like the madness-consumed memory of a shadowy assailant. The chill was soothing. It washed away the pain from her missing arm and the hives and the horrendous wrongness in her gut until she was left with nothing but the satisfaction of her blade slicing through her victims.
Strike after strike seemed to come without resistance, minor wounds a voice seemed to insist, but the prey was growing weaker and Mephit was so very determined. She put in another burst of speed, slashed with all her half-balanced might and felt the rapier cleave through something. Not the mouse, she suddenly knew that quite clearly, but something else. Poodle? Death's comforting embrace seemed to bring a hint of clarity with it, filtering in and out like the strange shadows of her vision.
She could see the dying poodle now, faintly, but she knew what it was because the weapon told her so. The doe seemed to stand still in time, staring at the carnage, but the strange reverie was gone in an instant as the sword tugged at her consciousness. Destroy the mouse, it intends to kill you! The doe jerked around suddenly, red eyes wild, finally returned to her senses but not at all the right senses.
With partial vision to help guide the weapon's fevered desperation, the grinning King lunged at Ichigo with a sudden burst of speed and power. (13) Her strikes are savage, aimed for vitals with an obvious thirst for death, but her poor vision and awkward balance has done a number on her accuracy and a lot of her swings go wide.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 22, 2011 18:50:07 GMT -5
She was flailing. And the mouse was mildly grateful when she pulled the blade back. More blood. So much blood. Why was he bleeding so much? The mouse stumbled when the blade flew past him and sliced the poodle as if it were nothing. Sword. He needed it. Even if he couldn't use his damn sword hand he could hold it in his mouth.
He flopped on the ground, dragging himself to his weapon. (16) He scooped it up in his mouth, struggling to get his two working limbs to coordinate with each other. The half working sword arm clawed at the ground as his one working let struggled to support his weight, the icy front limb making everything more difficult.
He was dimly aware of a young voice. God. Why? Why didn't the children go inside and get help? He was going to die by the hands of an insane King and Thyme was potentially bleeding to death.
She was wildly flailing again, he felt the tip of his tail disappear as he tried to twist to block one of her attacks (14). Of course the harsh blow knocked his sword clean out of his mouth, cutting him in his process, but he blocked the woman from hitting his vital by some grace of a miracle.
And then the blood loss hit him like a ton of bricks (6). It was as if everything was in slow motion as his working limbs completely gave up and he fell face first on the ground. He couldn't even squeak out a curse as he felt his heart trying to escape his chest. He was going to die. Great. He was going to go down in the history books as the biggest failure of a Mid-Ranger ever.
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 22, 2011 22:42:08 GMT -5
((Mephit's next swing will take off the remainder of Ichigo's already nicked ear.
Before a leg suddenly shoves its way through the skin of her gut.
Long, bony, and with a hoof on the end like her own...it twitches there.
Mephit will regain some more of her sanity at this horrible event...))
~Nathalia
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Post by Vyn on Jan 23, 2011 0:15:00 GMT -5
The mouse fought amiably. Now that Mephit could see him, she felt a wonderful thrill of amusement at watching him struggle. Her final swing lopped off the remainder of his ear and at last he collapsed in a bloody heap before her, alive but barely. The doe let out another mad laugh, raised the weapon to strike...
and a leg suddenly burst from her gut.
What... was... this?!
A horrible sort of sanity descended upon her, shrieking the wrongness of the moment as the doe ground to a sudden halt. She stood above the mouse, weapon frozen in the air, and stared at the leg dangling from her gut. A noise trembled from her lips, hesitant, confused... and then the weapon dropped from her hand with a loud, protesting crash.
Something had obviously snapped for the broken woman, though instead of madness a great sort of horror descended in her eyes. Somewhere through the haze of madness and terror in that moment, a very logical voice stated that her threshold for pain was obviously broken for, despite the swelling shriek of wrongness, she felt utterly nothing. The limb dangled there, twitched, but she felt nothing. Surely that wasn't right.
Apparently transfixed, the wide-eyed doe reached down and poked the twitching hoof.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 23, 2011 0:28:29 GMT -5
Ichigo felt the blade slice the rest of his damaged ear clean off of his head. He choked on his terrified cry, squeezing his eyes shut and waiting for everything to go black. His nails scratched against the cobble stone, breaking from the amount of pressure he was putting on them.
And then there was a loud clatter. His eyes snapped open. He turned to look over his shoulder, tilting his head so the blood stopped draining into his the hole that was left of his ear. He struggled to make sense of the tilting haze of the world.
Something was very wrong with the picture of the woman standing over him. There was an extra limb sticking out at an odd angle from her abdomen. He could feel a bit of terror seep into his dizziness. This was not going to end well, and he knew full well that he wasn't going to be capable of crawling fast enough to get away from whatever was going to happen.
He failed to properly muster up a pitiful whimper.
(( So I rolled to see if Ichigo would have enough willpower not to pass out... My dice say his will 18. My dice totally want him to witness this nightmare. ))
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