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MoonKitsune rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 7:47 am
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The house just showed up, just like it had before, and with the recent rain showers, he decided a trip inside was worth staying dry compared to going through a downpour.
Stepping inside, he shook off his jacket free of rain and pulled down his hood, slowly walking down the creaky hallways. He had to wonder - what would this place be worth? Could someone stake a claim and sell it to a real estate agency or was this property of the school?
Quote: Rolling a 5: ALL PLAYERS AT ANY POINT CAN FORFEIT THEIR ATTACK TO ROLL 2d12. If you roll odd, you do this damage to your opponent. If you roll even, you do this damage to YOURSELF - no modifier, you can ONLY DO THIS ONCE. You feel an uneasy unsettling feeling, as if something is coming, but you can't place what or when.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 8:34 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 8:52 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 9:21 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 9:47 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 9:57 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 10:11 am
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Lawrence, or rather Del found the whole situation amusing to say the least, able to feel the furnace heat of the creature through the handshake. Butch didn't like it, he was naturally a creature of chill and death, of flesh gone stiff and cold in the air. He wanted to put the fire out. In due time, he was reassured, in due time.
"I got lost." he repeated, having heard from some other hunters on duty that most of the students in the Haunted House ended up there through fluke more than intent. "Went through a door out of curiosity and now here I am. Glad to be dry at least if it is raining outside." TG got a curious look. "I assume you do not get along well with rain. I don't much like water either, if I'm honest."
He leaned over to inspect an old and dusty vase, removing the dust cover with a flourish and examining it, it did not seem to be from any human era he could easily put his finger on, but it was unmistakably old. He wondered how much of what was in this house could be sold to unsuspecting humans and what the fear exposure might do to them.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 11:05 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 12:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 12:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 12:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 12:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 1:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 2:02 pm
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He rose a thick eyebrow at the wiggle fingers. This old guy was bonkers. His eyes went to the lost arm. Usually lost appendages were for ghosts and undead, but a undead could get themselves a new one. Ghosts were stuck with it, and he ruled out that. Monsters were more - unique in appearance. So he guessed a demon of some sort, but mostly leaned to a Reaper. A older Reaper who liked to mess in old houses and hated water. That gave him very little to go on.
The clothes at least suggested he wasn't poor as Jack. If he was influential, it would in his best interest not to mess with him. Last thing he needed was for him to show up in one of his father's offices and ruin a deal.
"Again, don't assume. I'm all ears, oh Mr. Benevolent Teacher of the Dusty Hallway." He said, watching as the man poked about the Haunted House.
"Looking for something?" Walking closer, he puffed out in a mass of smoke to appear atop the dresser and look down inside it and back to Mr. Del again.
After a moment, he smiled. "And I'm no mongrel monster." He pointed to the horns. "I'm as demon as they come." He was actually rather insulted by being seen as one, but this guy was a bit nuts to probably see what he obviously was.
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