[META] The Vicious Acrimony of the Empress (Hell)

[Micillia]

Punkie Vielli
HP: 12;
Attack: 1D6+1;
YTMA training Academics, Novice Agility, Novice Endurance

5 Damage

Punkie was, to say the least, severely saddened by the effect her punkins had on the pack of gerbils. Tho it was probably also due to the fact that the tealblood had been right in the way. "Hey you, ya damn boy," Punkie said affectionately as she pulled the tealblood boy back, giving her room to get in front of him. She raised up her last large punkin and managed to squish a whole pack of the gerbils with it. "Dont you worry your little a** off, this juggalo will have your ******** back." She said, patting his back as she turned back to the battle.  

[leon_a_darkangel]

HP: 16/20
DMG: Standard Steel Daggers
Power: Adept Defensive - Style B: Nullify the damage from the last hit - 1/2
Artifact: Offensive - Style A 1d6+1: Auto hit w/ pierce - 2/2
Badges: Master Covert Ops, Master Leadership, Training Endurance

Enough was enough. He was tired of the sound of bones clattering and rattling. The last one of the pack was met by Stryke's boot, planted heavily down onto the little beast as he crunched it soundly with his boot. Twisting, he ignored the sting of the impact from attacking the creature. It had been oddly satisfying as they skeletal oozing little blobs finally ceased moving about. A small part of him wondered if the two gerbils he kept back at the swamp were alright..seeing the undead gerbil pack made the teen wince internally.

Advance: 2
Boss HP: Deceased  

[Micillia]

Punkie Vielli
HP: 12;
Attack: 1D6+1;
YTMA training Academics, Novice Agility, Novice Endurance

Punkie made to walk down one way. She stopped, sniffed it, licked her finger and held it up to the air, looking at the air flow. Then she inspected the walls, looking for many factors. Age of the wall, structural integrity, not to mention any signs of the undead. Once done she turned back to her commanding officer with a salute. "I don't suggest this ******** path, sir!"  

[nepsah]

Deimos advances the group

HP: 17/20


"I don't need you to have my back." He grumbled in response to Punkie, barely low enough to be considered polite and very much like a perturbed child might. He'd already decided to avoid her after their last encounter, now here she was. In a small enclosed space with him. Totally able to do whatever weird clown stuff she wanted to do.

Apparently the path she'd chosen was not viable, so he started off down the next hall (again with that bad habit of not waiting to be told to do so). This one seemed a little more promising, maybe. Or maybe it was because he had the opportunity to stick closer to someone he knew he'd get along with better.... Forger made for much better company.


Advancement: 3/11
Minibosses: 1/2

Quote:

Training Pins:
Novice Agility [Cooldown 4/6]
Tactics (training now)

Inventory:
Trinket: Novice Offensive Type B - 1/1 uses

 

[leon_a_darkangel]

HP: 16/20
DMG: Standard Steel Daggers
Power: Adept Defensive - Style B: Nullify the damage from the last hit - 1/2
Artifact: Offensive - Style A 1d6+1: Auto hit w/ pierce - 2/2
Badges: Master Covert Ops, Master Leadership, Training Endurance

After their victory against the pack of undead gerbils, Stryke followed after his teammates keeping up by doing his best to match their stride.

The clown and her whooping, along with all the noise they were making surely had to be contributing to the sound of the undead. He could hear the daywalkers moans, their haunting lifeless eyes as they approached with their grasping hands and slow shuffling walk. Stryke found himself shivering, uncomfortable from the presence of the daywalkers.

Advance: 3
Result: You come across some shuffling bodies...!  

[Micillia]

Punkie Vielli
HP: 12;
Attack: 1D6+1;
YTMA training Academics, Novice Agility, Novice Endurance

Punkie rolled her eyes at the tealblood. Such a tough talker! "Oh you just love to worry your little ******** a** off!" The juggalo join the yellowblood at the front of the lines, and she put her hands on her hips, watching him look around. She moved forward while everyone was on high alert. Turning a corner she saw a good 5 or so zombies milling about, not really doing anything. She watched them, quirking her head to the side as she watched their erratic movements, watched as they hardly noticed her at all.

The juggalo turned around, walked the 5 steps back to her team members, and opened her mouth. "I found a WHOLE PACK of the ********, just right over this corner!" She sang, loud, so very loud. "We could probably even SNEAK RIGHT GODDAMNED PAST THEM if we go and be the ******** quiet." Her yelling, obviously, attracted the zombies. The juggalo frowned down at the other two, not Kursha, defiantly not Kursha. "Come on bitches! I said QUIET!"  

[Green Minuet]

[+] Captain Kursha Vidari

Health: 34
Military Weapon +1
Eagle Eyes: 2/3
Grandmaster Leadership, Novice Covert Ops, Training Academics

Kursha watched the juggalo divine their path with a mixture of both amusement and interest. Was it possible she had some power that gave her a kind of foresight? Or was she just delusional? The greenblood was willing to bet the latter, but did not dismiss the alternative completely. He placed a hand on her shoulder. “Good call. Let's...”

His voice trailed off, as he watched the rebellious tealblood storm off down a different hall. Pesky kid. Typical highblood, doing whatever he wanted with little regard to his superior officers. A wicked smile stretched across Kursha's features and he turned to his loyal recruits, the lowbloods. “Well,” he began with the kind of breathy delight that only proceeds bad news. “Looks like he knows where he's going. Let's follow and see what happens~!”

Rifle slung over his shoulder, Kursha skipped ahead after the tealblood. As he turned the corner, he saw the tealblood facing down a group of daywalkers. Poor thing. With unhurried indifference, Kursha rummaged through his jacket to retrieve a transmitter, peppered with several unlabelled buttons. He pressed one, and instantly the tealblood lit up, like a twelfth perigee decorative corpse.

After giving the tealblood a few second's nasty shock, Kursha stowed the transmitter back in his jacket. He trotted over, shooting the nearest daywalker in the face before draping an arm around the tealblood. “Hey! How you doing there, buddy~? Did the mean daywalkers scare you stiff?”

[ Kursha does 13 damage. ]

 

[nepsah]

Deimos advances the group

HP: 16/20


As it turned out this hall was not all clear- there were daywalkers approaching. He readied his mace, fully prepared to actually hit something this time except.

Suddenly pain lit up his neck as a jolt of electricity shot through him from the "communication" device that Kursha had made them all put on when they got into the pod. He froze up, free hand immediately reaching for the collar to pry it away from his neck with a strangled yelp. "What the ********> Unable to control his thinkpan-to-mouth filter, he wheeled on Kursha, expression one of absolute anger.

Though it seemed he realized what he was doing just before actually saying anything to him. Instead he forced himself to breath in (not exactly subtly) and then out. "I think this communication device is malfunctionin', sir." Still holding the collar away from his neck, his words seemed to drip with venom. "You wouldn't happen to know anythin' about that wouldya?"


Advancement: 4/11
Minibosses: 1/2

Quote:

Training Pins:
Novice Agility [Cooldown 4/6]
Tactics (training now)

Inventory:
Trinket: Novice Offensive Type B - 1/1 uses

 

[Green Minuet]

[+] Captain Kursha Vidari

Health: 34
Military Weapon +1
Eagle Eyes: 2/3
Grandmaster Leadership, Novice Covert Ops, Training Academics

Kursha opened his eyes wide at the tealblood's reproachful remark, his expression innocent. He withdrew his arm from the boy and took a step back. “What? No. See, it's working just fine for me.” He pulled the transmitter out from underneath his jacket, so that Deimos could see it. With great flair, he pressed the same button as before. Then he pressed another one, just for kicks. From behind him, he heard the yellowblood crackle with electricity. He grinned. “How about it? Message received?”

[ Kursha finds nothing. ]

 

[Green Minuet]

From one of the corpses, there is a sudden and alarming croak.  

[Green Minuet]

[+] Captain Kursha Vidari

Health: 34
Military Weapon +1
Eagle Eyes: 2/3
Grandmaster Leadership, Novice Covert Ops, Training Academics

Kursha glanced towards the noisome corpse in surprise. Stalking over, he aimed a swift kick to its ribs to make sure that it was dead—more dead. The corpse did not move though it did emit a gassy wheeze from multiple orifices. The greenblood wrinkled his sniffnode in distaste. He returned his attention to his struggling recruits.

“Anyway, we're wasting time here,” he told them. The tealblood and the yellowblood had begun to recover from the shock, and he did not want to leave them any room for retalliation. “Let's get going, already~!” With irrepressible cheer, Kursha bounded away, his long legs lending him speed for his escape.

[ Kursha scouts ahead. ]

 

[Micillia]

Punkie Vielli
HP: 12;
Attack: 1D6+1;
YTMA training Academics, Novice Agility, Novice Endurance

Punkie stopped, and bit her lip. She.. she was getting something from her juggalo senses. Yes, of course they were real! It was telling her... her not to fallow her commanding officer. She tried to take a step closer, a step in the direction he was going... but she just couldn't! She would have opened her mouth and screamed, but.. he was her commanding officer! You dont just go around screaming at those kind of people.

Luckily, he turned around and chose a direction the Messiahs agreed with.  

[leon_a_darkangel]

HP: 16/20
DMG: Standard Steel Daggers
Power: Adept Defensive - Style B: Nullify the damage from the last hit - 1/2
Artifact: Offensive - Style A 1d6+1: Auto hit w/ pierce - 2/2
Badges: Master Covert Ops, Master Leadership, Training Endurance

Oh...yes sir message received loud and clear..." He growled quietly as lowered his hand.

Just as he was about to say something more, his attention turned to the sound of shuffling feet. They would have daywalkers upon them soon from the sounds of it.

Advance: 5
Result: 3 - You come across some shuffling bodies...!  

[nepsah]

Deimos counts the daywalkers

HP: 15/20

Daywalker Count: 3

Despite holding it away from his neck, he felt the shock as if it was still right up against him. He twitched, gritting his teeth to hold back another yelp. "Loud 'n clear." He hissed in response. ******** Kursha... He'd have to keep an eye out for this guy's name in the future and avoid any ships with him on them if at all possible.

He looked over to Stryke, noting that the yellowblood seemed to have also received a shock. Why? He hadn't done anything. "...You okay?" He narrowed his eyes at him for a moment, but eventually turned to go follow after Kursha. He had no desire to get shocked for lagging behind.

Up ahead the familiar sound of daywalkers hit his ears. He paused, assessing the shambling group. "Only three. Should be easy to take out."


Advancement: 5/11
Minibosses: 1/2

Quote:

Training Pins:
Novice Agility [Cooldown 4/6]
Tactics (training now)

Inventory:
Trinket: Novice Offensive Type B - 1/1 uses

 

[Micillia]

Punkie Vielli
HP: 11;
Attack: 1D6+1;
YTMA training Academics, Novice Agility, Novice Endurance

The juggalo stepped out in front of her team, a determined smile on her painted face. "Ive got it," She said dramatically, "Leave the ******** to me."

They came to her, you see. This batch of zombies, they were looking for it, seeking it out, needing it. And Punkie had it all right, oh she had a lot of it. The first zombie came and she reached out, as if to hug it. She got close to bring it in and hugging it, before letting out a loud, echoing HONK of war. The juggalo slashed, spun, and stabbed her daggers this way and that, killing the already dead.

When it was just a mess of twitching limbs, and seeping liquids, the juggalo sat down in the middle of the carnage. She sat down gracefully, almost reverently, stroking one of the decaying skulls as the eye seemed to swivel in its socket. As soon as she was seated she proceeded to scream her prayers to the heavens, letting their poor undead skulls leave this ship and be forever doomed to torture in the great place that was the Dark Carnival.