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    I Just Came to Crash the Party

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    I Just Came to Crash the Party

    Post by Mortis on Wed Jun 22, 2016 12:37 am

    Time: 11:00 PM
    Date: May 15, 0007

    The sun had set, and the stars were out to glisten and shine against the deep purple sky. Many of the grassland denizens had already returned to their homes to slumber. farmers rested while they waited for the fall harvest, the livestock were curled up soundly in their pens filled with hay... But there were some that would never know that solace, the weight of sleep and the dreamscapes of a long, restful slumber. Across the sleepy nightscape a dense fog began to roll in, boiling and turbulent as if a thunderstorm had decided to come down to earth and cause havoc. Yet no lightning nor howling winds accompanied it, as the fogbank silently spread itself across the length of an empty country road, and swallowed the pitch black pavement and all that lay behind its length in an impenetrable wall.

    Though this storm did not flash and howl, it rumbled and roared from within. A large silhouette soon took shape against the grey mist, and shot forth from it like a wrathful devil.

    Through the dark two pinpricks of red glowed like burning coals, bouncing down the road within a towering silhouette. It flew upon thunder, sparks flying from iron-shod hooves as they clapped against pavement in a flurry just ahead of a cloud of mist. To the uninitiated, one would have thought the furious rider to be a figment, a wraith haunting the roadway seeking justice for a wrongdoing long past. Oh, but this specter was far too solid, to present. Observe how the steed’s mouth frothed and billowed steam from its nostrils, exposed muscles flexing with unnatural power despite it’s corpse-like appearance. It’s rider leered forward with gaping sockets illuminated only with a brilliant sliver of red, reins clenched in its taloned fingers as his overcoat snapped behind him in the open air. At his side a length of silver glinted briefly in the moonlight, the tool of an executioner holstered at the ready to be put to righteous purpose. It was the same purpose that seemed to enshroud the supernatural traveler, intent clear upon them both despite the rider’s skeletal, beast-like face that lay under the shadow cast by the wide brimmed hat upon his brow.

    Around if, it were even possible to consider... It seemed as if the night felt darker, unsettling, as rider and steed thundered past. An unnatural chill settled itself upon the asphalt and touched the weeds that grew along the dusty shoulders with a frosty lace, lingering even as they passed and were devoured by the night.

    Light drew close ahead, golden and glowing from the windows of a building down the road. It was a simple place, a single floored establishment that was obviously a bar from the sign that sat out near the road. Simple lamps illuminated the board from below, The Twice Tied Snake painted upon it, a hissing rattlesnake tied in a knot illustrated below it. Within shapes could be seen moving about, people within and enjoying the liquor. Both rider and steed slowed as they drew near, the towering animal stamping and snorting as it was brought to a trot.

    ”Husssh, Sssamhain.” The rider soothed, patting the side of his undead horse. The monstrous creature gave a toss of her head, impatient. She could sense the life within the building as readily as her master, burning flames of vitality that begged to be snuffed out. An unharmonious drumming of heartbeats filled their senses, an aggravating sensation that demanded be silenced. Yet, while the mare glared and chomped at the bit within behind her rictus grin, her rider remained composed, stroking her rotted, green neck in another soothing motion. Both shared their longing to grant those within a swift demise, beneath sharp hooves and the flash of gunfire. Even now, the rider’s talons itched to wrap around the trigger of his rifle.

    Not yet, not before he knew exactly what they were dealing with.

    The cloaked rider lingered outside the bar, burning coals seeming to glare through the dark, through brick and plaster, to the congregation within. This was the address that he had seen earlier within Mrs. Brigsby’s mind, they came in time to catch the group she heard her husband speak of. But who, exactly was Mr. Brigsby meeting with this fateful evening?
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    Re: I Just Came to Crash the Party

    Post by Universal NPC on Wed Jun 22, 2016 12:37 am

    Inside, the bar was a simple structure, evidently built during an equally simpler time. The support beams could be seen overhead, unfettered by a plaster ceiling or slats of wood that would hint at an attic. Although one could see a few barrels of the bar’s stock sitting up on a storage area, accessible by a ladder alone. At the center was a bar counter, complete with a few shelves of drinks that were built around the center support of the building. A row of round, wooden stools lined the front of it, with a few patrons having decided to take a seat where they conversed with the bartender. Overhead the lamps took on a more rustic feel, with lit candles serving as the only light, aside from the candle holders that were close to the walls. Throughout the rest of the bar were tables with bench seats for people to sit on. Against a far wall in the back, an old jukebox sat, playing a lazy country tune that fit the atmosphere.

    Tonight was not one the busier nights for The Twice Tied Snake, as Sundays were usually days that were reserved for family. However, the current patrons either held no family, or simply did not care enough to be around them this evening. Aside from the usual drunkards that tended to stumble over to this corner of the grasslands, there was a particularly odd group that were huddled together at a table near the back of the bar. The first was an older man, his hair graying and a bald spot that had grown to devour most of it until only the sides were left. Clean jeans clad his legs, which sat splayed comfortably to either side as he sat back in his chair, a white shirt covering his gut beneath a light jacket. He sat with a younger man in his thirties and his son who looked to be in his late teens. Both were jean clad as well, the father wearing what looked to be a red flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing arms toned and strengthened from labor. His son however wore a shirt that displayed the logo of a rock band, lightning arcing from behind a screaming skull in light yellow upon the dark grey cloth. Though the boy looked little like his father, he shared the same shift in his eyes, as he scanned the bar alongside his father. Both had hard, dark eyes and equally dark hair.

    To the other side of the balding old man was a blonde middle aged man, who shared a little of the dark haired man’s muscle and the older man’s rotund figure. Even as he sat in his chair, it was clear he was the tallest of their group. He wore faded jeans that fit loosely upon his legs, a red shirt covered his trunk and hung loosely from his muscled arms down to the middle of his biceps that were crossed over his chest. The smallest of their group was a weasly looking man, neither large nor strong. His body was lithe and he admittedly was one of the more sharply dressed figures within the bar, wearing white pants and a white button up shirt, complete with a vest to match. Icy blue eyes peered at the group he sat with, dirty blonde hair slicked back against his head, Upon the table was a wide-brimmed hat that was evidently his. Though he seemed to think he looked the part of a leader, he resembled more of a flashy wild-west character than ringleader.

    Still, the rest of his party knew better than to say to to his face. especially as he was going over what was clearly a well discussed plan.

    ”...Brigsby, you’ll be meeting with Mc. Grubben tuesday night.” He turned his icy gaze to the father and son. ”You two will be supplying the weapons, yeah?”

    The older man nodded, clapping a hand on his son’s back. ”Yea. Me and Mike will be there, you got the address, Dick?” he rumbled, his face stretching into a grin that looked far more unsettling than it probably should as he leaned back a little in his seat. Mike followed in his father’s example, mirroring his posture before speaking. ”Easier than rustlin’ up cattle. ain’t that right, Pa?” The boy’s smile shrunk as his father turned and stared at him, a scowl forming upon his face. ”We don’t talk ‘bout that in public son, how many times I gotta say it before I need to beat it into your head?” He hissed through his teeth. As quickly as he said that, the same hand that fondly clapped his ons upon the shoulder swatted him upside the back of his head.

    ”S-sorry Pa...” The teen rubbed the back of his head, wincing at the blow.

    ”Ha, ha, we ain’t here to judge, Meyer.” Mc Grubben was the next to speak, uncrossing his arms and leaning forward upon the table. A southern twang graced his deep voice. ”Y’all know why we’re here. I got my livestock sellin’ business, Brigsby has his pigs, Miller has his oil...An’ you two got your work with... livestock relocatin’. We’re all businessmen, an’ we all got the same problem; that damn...thing. he sneered in disgust as he mentioned it. That tall, emaciated creature, the being that kept hounding them every week, each time they returned from death.

    Although their businesses were not all that they were said to be either. Meyer’s relocating business was but a half truth. Throughout the more developed parts of the grasslands, livestock were plucked from their fields, harassed and chased until they were within Meyer Sr.’s acreage. Sheep, cattle, horses, it did not matter. Each head was worth hundreds, if not thousands of credits. Out here? There was no law to tell them they could not do so, and most residents of the grasslands did not dare to mess with them. Not when they carried enough firepower to blow anyone who crossed them into a cloud of code.

    Mc.Grubben’s livestock business, in truth, was far more shady than the innocent facade he fronted. Sick animals, livestock that were ill or dying, he sold them all too happily to the uninformed farmer, usually those who decided they wanted to try out farmsteading but lacked the knowhow to see a sick animal for what it was, or the price it was really worth. Yes, the large, blonde haired man grinned because he lined his pockets with what he gouged mercilessly from others. Oh, but he never pulled such a stint on the ones who were well informed and experienced. No, McGrubben was far more shrewd. He sold them his good stock, healthy animals, prime stock for breeding. As for Miller? He was the worst of the group. Where Miller came from, he used to drill oil. Stringent laws kept him in line, as did the watchful eye of the law, but here in this dimension, where the law ceased to exist once someone left the city? The man quickly reverted to his true, disgusting nature. Mr. Miller, oil baron and cut-throat businessman, ran his work like a mafioso. Any land he found that sat upon a nice pocket of oil, he took, even if it was already claimed. A choice was usually given, as Miller was not a completely heartless soul. The land owner could sell their land to him for a nice sum, a price that looked delectable to the simple farmer or country hick, but hardly made a dent in his deep wallet. The alternative, however, should a person decide to be stubborn and get in the way of Millaer and his oil?

    They could watch everything they own burn before their very eyes.

    Every so often someone would decide to act pig-headed, and their home would go up in flames, a red glow in the night that warmed Miller’s soul and sent cold chills down the spines of everyone else. He cared not if the land grew vegetables or animals; he burned the houses, he burned the barns, he burned the tractors, the sheds, the fields, sometimes even the very people who scorned him.

    He did all this with confidence. For who was going to stop him? There were no police, no federal agents, no do-gooders who thought to interfere. After all, Miller was not some supervillain with fancy powers and some cheesy code. He ran a business complete with loyal staff and underlings never questioned a single thing, so long as they got a cut of what their boss gained. And gainings, were damn good.

    Brigsby nodded, lifting a pint of beer to his lips and taking a sip. the mug was set back on the table solidly, the grey-haired man swallowing before he spoke. ”Yeah! All that greetings shit. Sinners this, iniquitous that. He never leaves us alone.” His complaints were received with a knowing nod from the man in the white, Mr. Miller.

    ”My people have had some trouble with him as well. No matter what we do, how many holes we put in him, he just keeps coming.” Icy blue eyes swept the group, the man’s tone smooth and self assured with whatever he had concocted within his mind. ”But we’re going to fix that, gentlemen. He keeps saying we can’t kill him, I think we just need to think outside the box.”

    ”Yeah, just gotta do something he’s not expecting. That’s why we got the rockets.” Meyers Sr. interjected, thumping a meaty fist upon the table. His son piped up soon after, leaning forward with a grin upon his face, ”Let’s see him come back after being blown into a billion little pieces.

    The group, so convinced that their personal terror would not have a clue what hit it, were completely oblivious to what lurked just outside the tavern they sat in.
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    Re: I Just Came to Crash the Party

    Post by Mortis on Wed Jun 29, 2016 2:31 pm

    A cunning plot, meetings in secret, rockets... Mortis watched and listened upon Samhain's back, a low thoughtful hiss escaping his host as he pondered the group. Beneath him, the undead mare nodded her head and stamped a hoof impatiently, her grin looking more like a snarl under the moonlight as she chewed her bit.  Just like him, she too could hear their thoughts, teeming within her empty skull, she could hear them plotting, feel their heartbeats thudding like drums through the night. While her sister could tolerate the noise, Samhain wanted it snuffed out, the ceaseless percussion torn apart in her teeth.

    While she could not understand all that they were talking about, she was a clever girl and easily figured out their intent. Their desire to destroy them just as she and Mortis destroyed each individual that sat around that table.

    "Sssoon, sssoon." Mortis soothed, giving her neck a small pat. He evaluated the people at the table, recognizing each one from an earlier purging he had set out upon in the year. He knew Mc. Grubben, Meyers Senior and Junior. He had come across both of them while out riding through the country-side, just in time to catch them herding a few hundred heads of cattle across the expanse of rolling green grass late at night. He would have thought little of it, if it were not for the fact it was a pitch black evening of a new moon and those were not their livestock. As for McGrubben... His death was far more mundane, the ghoul had managed to read his thoughts while passing by his ranch, contemplating his earnings from "those yuppies who just moved in down the road." Brigsby he was already familiar with, and Miller... Oh, Miller.

    Houses burned, livestock scattered to the four winds, families roasted alive...

    He loved it. It was almost a shame he had to purge the underlings who did his dirty work!

    But, a sinner was a sinner, no matter how nefariously admirable they were. Mr. Miller, of the five seated at that table, was arguably the most evil of the group. If only he had his hired hands kill for the sake of it instead of lining his pockets from the black gold they dredged up.

    Mortis' focus turned to the barkeep, who was busy cleaning the spent glasses before pouring new ones for the usual patrons who came around at this hour. He knew the building like the back of his hand. He glanced down at the undead mare who waited for his command, an ear perked back his way in anticipation for the kill command.

    "I ssshall prepare the field for our arrival. Keep watch while I work." Mortis hissed to Samhain. She merely gave a soft snort as her reply, standing still as the undead superfiend focused his skills upon the barkeep.

    Psychic tendrils slithered from his mind like invisible serpents, connecting with the portly old man and burrowing into his psyche. Not only did this man, a Walter Wallace, know the place well, he also had the keys to the back door. It happened so swiftly and silently one would never know when he had been enslaved under the superfiend's will, picking up the man's duties where he had left off, and willed the man to go back through the kitchen and lock the rear door.




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    Domination (psychic manipulation):

    --Mortis reaches out across the void to the mind of his opponent. Arms, legs, claws, wings, and weapons; they will find that their body is no longer theirs, but now re purposed to carry out the Dark Judge’s twisted law in all its forms.

    Specifics: 2c, those that hit determine the strength of the Domination. Cannot be used on machines or inorganic minds.

    x1 HIT: weak domination for one turn, opponent may flip a coin to break control.
    x2 HIT: Strong domination, opponent is under Mortis’ complete control for one turn.

    AP Cost: 10 AP, 5 turn cool down

    Target: Barkeep

    Action: Dominating the Barkeep and using him to lock the rear exit in disguise.
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    Re: I Just Came to Crash the Party

    Post by System on Wed Jun 29, 2016 2:31 pm

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    Re: I Just Came to Crash the Party

    Post by Universal NPC on Wed Jun 29, 2016 4:14 pm

    Unfortunately, in an interest to lay low and ensure the group was trapped within the bar, he had only sent a small chill up the man's spine. Behind the counter, the barkeep shuddered at the cold, sickly sensation that crept inside his mind like numerous spiders and snakes. However, Mortis had completely failed to possess the man and force him to do his bidding.

    Perhaps he needed to spend more time meditating instead of gardening and playing with his pet lamb?

    However, he did manage to get the barkeep to do something. Not too long after he felt that sickly chill in his mind, the man brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck. "Whew, I'm not feeling too well." he muttered to himself, before looking back towards the cellar ladder. There a woman was checking on the stock and taking notes. Her deep red hair was tied up in a neat bun to keep out of the way of her work, Clearly died as the gray roots were starting to show beneath it. On her curvaceous form she wore a pair of dark pants, a light shirt and a white apron over it. "Mary, would you mind coming up here for a bit and taking over? I'm not feeling too well."

    She looked over at him, "Aw, dear. You feelin' ill?" She replied from where she stood near the barrels. "Yeah, sure hon' I'll take over for a bit, you go out to the back and lay down for a bit. Try drinkin' some water" Mary stepped down from the ladder, putting her notepad back into the pocket of her apron before approaching the bar counter. Evidently they ran this business as husband and wife.

    She took over minding the counter, wiping down the glass her husband had been working. All the while, the group in the corner continued to plot and scheme, the mishap regarding the barkeep going relatively unnoticed aside from a curious glance from Meyers Junior.
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    Re: I Just Came to Crash the Party

    Post by Mortis on Wed Jun 29, 2016 5:29 pm

    "Ssssss..." Somehow, some way, Mortis had completely failed to dominate the mind of a simple old man. Sinners were never this much trouble to coerce before he came upon this world! If it was not a failed attempt to get someone to stick their hand in a bushel of thorns, or barely managing to force someone to stab their friend, the art of twisting the mind and making the living dance like a puppet upon strings was slipping away from him slowly with every passing encounter.

    Frustrating barely began to cover how vexing it was becoming.

    Regardless, the superfiend knew more than one way to skin a sinner. He glanced down to the horse, who seemed to know that her master had another plan in mind. Mortis considered the bar, the layout clear in the owner's mind. There was only the front doors and the rear door to the kitchen to worry about. There were no other escape routes for the group to take advantage of. Thus, there was only one thing to do. "Sssamhain, you will keep an eye on the back door, take care of anyone who decidesss to ssslip out." He hissed to the mare, retrieving the double barrel shotgun from the holster upon the side of the saddle, metal sliding quietly from the smooth black leather.

    One leg swung over the side of his undead steed, and the superfiend dismounted onto the parking lot pavement. Long green fingers adjusted the brim of his hat, and the ghoul glanced over at the mare. "Go, go to the back door, Sssamhain." He repeated, his horse giving an unenthused snort before trotting off towards the back where her master had directed her. Back door duty, he said, keep anyone from slipping out, he said...

    She wanted to charge through the front door and kick the lot of them! She wanted to bite, to headbutt, and tussle! Samhain could jump through the wall, if she so wanted, as Samhain's undead nature made her as powerful as she was enduring. Alas, She was relegated to keeping an eye on things. Again. Her tail swished as she made her way back, the thin crop of hair that remained on the end of its bony length snapped like a whip as she took her position. Another disgruntled snort puffed from her leathery nostrils and she stamped one of her heavy rear hooves with a loud clap.

    Sssettle, Sssamhain. We musst not alert them to our presssence. Mortis mentally hissed as he approached the front door. Your time will come sssoon enough.

    When?! When?!

    She wanted the time to be now, she wanted to join Mortis in entering through the front door, hooves flying and guns blazing. There was a soothing sensation over her equine thoughts and Mortis hushed her once again.

    Ssssoon.

    A rotted palm rested on the door and shoved the heavy slab of wood aside like it was a thin board. It flung open and promptly cracked itself upon the wall, shaking the entirety of the bar and its patrons before dislodging from the hinges. Mortis stepped forward through the doorway, passing the door that now hung precariously at slant, broken upon the frame. A length of polished steel pointed from his hand like an accusing finger, straight towards the group sitting at the back of the bar. Red burned like hot coals from under the wide brim of his hat, the stranger's face long but fixed with a skeletal grin.

    Though it seemed to focus on Miller in particular.

    "Greetingssss gentlemen! I have come to judge you!" He jovially exclaimed, stepping fully into the sleepy tavern.

    Hot lead tore from the barrel of his shotgun like thunder in a flash of light and puff of grey smoke.

    BAROOM!
    BAROOM!




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    Power: Ashleen Personal Security (firearm)

    Specifics: 2d/1c per shot

    AP Cost: 3AP per shot

    Target: Mr. Miller

    Action: Shooting Mr. Miller with two barrels full of bear-slugs.
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    Re: I Just Came to Crash the Party

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    Re: I Just Came to Crash the Party

    Post by Universal NPC on Thu Jun 30, 2016 4:48 pm

    BAM!

    The door was nearly flung off it's hinges, and the lady who had taken the barkeep's place behind the counter screamed at the sudden noise. The patrons sitting closer to the door stared in shock at the newest visitor, and then fear as a few recognized him from the radio broadcast. Frightened sputtering and mutters garbled in the throats of the men, before they scrambled under the tables. A glint of steel registered in the low light of the bar, and Mary immediately ducked beneath the counter, hands covering her head as the stranger bellowed his greeting before firing off two rounds.

    "AUGH!" Mr. Miller clutched his arm, a wide ragged crescent torn into the side of his arm. The first shot grazed him, but the one that would have been the lethal blow buried itself into the wall instead, knocking a large hole through the plaster and an one that was several times the size out the back. Red quickly began to stain the white fabric of his suit, spreading down his arm. Meyers Senior and Junior immediately kicked the table over, Brigsby and McGrubben taking cover behind it and dragging Miller down with them with a grunt.

    "He found us!" Brigsby cursed, "How the hell did he find us?!"

    McGrubben lifted the edge of his shirt, revealing an automatic handgun tucked into the waist of his pants. "Ah' reckon it don't matter, Dick!" He hissed, adrenaline hastening the movement of his hefty form. The safety was clicked off in the same motion it took to swing the firearm over the edge of the table, squinty dark eyes peering over it. The two Meyers shared the same thought, as they both retrieved a gun from upon their persons and followed McGrubben's lead.

    Miller squeezed the side of his arm, teeth grit in pain as he glared at his group from the Tavern floor. "The fuck are you waiting for?! Waste him!" The man snarled, his voice wrought with pain, but anger seemed to be the motivating force.

    Gunfire erupted in the tavern, the air filled with streaking points of lead.




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    Re: I Just Came to Crash the Party

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    Re: I Just Came to Crash the Party

    Post by Mortis on Thu Jun 30, 2016 5:45 pm

    The table flipped with a noisy thud the moment Miller was hit. Silently, the ghoul cursed himself for not being able to get him where he wanted, square in the chest. However, the taste of the man's suffering was exquisite, his nerves aflame where the slug had ripped apart his arm. Although, the ghoul knew better than to linger upon it, for he could sense the men's intent from where they hid behind the overturned table. So they thought to fire upon him and think to riddle his host with bullets? Foolish, they learned nothing from their past meetings, whereas Mortis, he was all too familiar with that particular tactic.

    His arm snapped down and upturned a nearby table, revealing one of the cowering patrons huddled beneath like an insect sought refuge beneath a rock. Oh how he yelped and pleaded... Alas, his discovery was not made by one who was benevolent or amiable. In one swift motion he grasped the back of the man's neck, yellowed talons digging into his flesh and putrefying his skin on contact. In the time it took for McGrubben to aim his gun, the man was reduced to a bloated green carcass within his hands.

    And then, something other than bullets went flying through the air, straight for their table. The corpse acted initially as a barrier, soaking up what rounds it could as it flew, before popping wetly against the solid edge of the table. Secondly, it acted as a distraction.

    One moment the undead was at the other end of the bar, and in the time it took to take a breath Mortis had charged across the floor and threw the table aside with a swipe of one gangrenous hand. The table flipped and spun in the air, before colliding with the jukebox, which fizzled and wrbled from the impact before quickly changing its tune. A hopping beat now filled the air of the tavern instead of the slow country tune. "You cannot kill what doesss not live!" Mortis howled, red glaring from the depths of his eye sockets.

    He flipped his rifle around like a bat, the hard wooden butt clubbing Meyers Senior and Junior across the face. Oh, but do not think he forgot about dear McGrubben! His free hand flexed and snatched the man's head, claws digging into the flesh. Just as quickly as he did, the man's face began to turn green and fetid, decay quickly devouring him thoroughly.




    Mortis

    DP: 65/55
    HP: 650/650
    AP: 120/97


    Power: None
    Weapon: Touch of Mortis; 1c/3d, Ashleen Personal Security; 1c/1d per strike
    Cooldown: Domination, 4 turns remaining
    Target: In succession; Meyers Senoir, Meyers Junior, and Mr. McGrubben

    Action: Tossing a body to absorb the bullets, before going in to brawl with the criminals




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    Re: I Just Came to Crash the Party

    Post by System on Thu Jun 30, 2016 5:45 pm

    The member 'Mortis' has done the following action : Dice Rolls


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    #2 'Attack/Heal (56-60)' : 5, 31

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    Re: I Just Came to Crash the Party

    Post by Universal NPC on Thu Jul 14, 2016 4:51 am

    Was that a corpse?

    The five hardly had time to piece together why a corpse of all things was flying at them like a bloated ragdoll. Bullets tore holes into the supple, putrid flesh as it tumbled through the air, but all that they had accomplished was making the projectile all the more flimsy as it hurdled into the table. There was a wet pop as it essentially unraveled, green slime splattering over the five in a messy spray.

    Naturally, the ones who were using the table as cover while shooting, and therein were the closest, exclaimed as a sickly green washed over their vision.

    "AGH SHIT! I GOT IT IN MY MOUTH!" Cried an outraged McGrubben, who retched and sputtered at the nasty taste of ripe corpse. Meyers Sr. and Jr. managed to have the sense to sheild their eyes when they saw it flying towards them. Miller's suit gained yet another color to mingle upon its bleached white fabric, the outfit now beyond ruined by the standards of most people.

    However, the trio who had thought to open fire upon the encroaching superfiend found that while they were distracted for but a breath by the flying corpse; the moment they looked back they saw his grinning face staring straight at them, and their cover was gone. Unceremoniously the table had been knocked into the jukebox, the tavern now roaring with some sort of fast-paced rock and roll.

    CRACK! BOK!

    Meyers Sr. and Jr. found themselves battered by the butt of Mortis' rifle, the older one managing to only suffer a grazing while Junior...

    "Unghhh-!" Blood sputtered from his lip, and a trio of pearly whites took to the air from his lopsided jaw. Yet, it may as well be a papercut compared to what McGrubben suffered. Talons closed around his face before he could make sense of what was going on, the world a blur. Although quickly enough he felt his body weaken, strength sapped as his body began to wither under the undead's very touch! The most he could utter was a pained, panicked sound before his hands reached up to claw desperately at Mortis' hand, the gun completely forgotten.

    Miller, however, wiped a few speckles of green goop from his chin, a snarl on his face. "Do I gotta handle all this shit myself!?" He spat, the wound upon his arm ignored for the time being as he reached down and pulled out his own gun. It was not a semi-automatic like two Meyers or McGrubben, but a revolver. Built more for flair than function, it boasted silver plating and an ivory grip. "Get down! And someone fucking shoot him!" He snapped over the music, before firing off three rounds into the ghoul's face.

    Meyers Sr. winced at the flash of gunfire, sheilding himself while he regained a grip on his gun, raising it to fire off a few shots at their attacker as well.




    Miller
    HP: 150/130
    ACTION: Firing three shots, 1c/1d per round


    Mr. McGrubben
    HP: 150/63 -87
    ACTION: Too shocked to attack


    Dick Brisgby
    HP: 150/150
    ACTION: Hiding behind the table


    Meyers Sr.
    HP: 150/145 -5
    ACTION: Shooting! 1c/1d for each shot


    Meyers Jr.
    HP: 150/119 -31
    ACTION: Too dazed to attack





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    Re: I Just Came to Crash the Party

    Post by System on Thu Jul 14, 2016 4:51 am

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    #2 'Attack/Heal (6-10)' : 1, 6, 10

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    Re: I Just Came to Crash the Party

    Post by Mortis on Mon Jul 25, 2016 3:11 am

    "HA HA HA!' Blood splattered in the wake of his rifle's hard stock, Meyer's Jr. shocked by the merciless blow. Beneath his righteous grip, McGrubben withered and rotted, his face turning to a green pulp of decayed flesh right before his very eyes. The man was weakened, dying, it would not take long before he left this world.

    However, that still left four very vigorous sinners that still needed to be purged. Burning pinpricks of red snapped towards Meyer's Senior and Mr. Miller. They thought to fire upon his righteous person after seeing what had befallen their comrades? Fools! Of the barrage of bullets that erupted from their guns, one managed to graze his skull, while two others ripped new holes in his dark overcoat. An irritated hiss bubbled from the living dead, already advancing upon them. Their efforts meant little, their bullets wasted. He was no simple, mortal foe, their lowly lackeys and miserable victims!

    No, Mortis was a tool of justice, every limb shaped for the sake of doing the good work. No length of retirement would serve to blunt his lethal power.

    The ghoul's limbs were a blur, as he swung the butt of his shotgun around to strike Miller in the face, before swiftly turning, McGrubben's face still firmly in hand despite his thrashing and panicked clawing. Beneath his fingers the ghouls' icy flesh peeled and pulled like wet paper. There Mortis' hellish gaze locked with Meyer's Senior, as he used the rotting man's immense strength against him as a human bludgeon while he continued to fall to pieces by the second.




    Mortis

    DP: 65/44
    HP: 650/650
    AP: 120/89


    Power: None
    Weapon: Ashleen Personal Security; 1c/1d per strike, Touch of Mortis; 1c/3d, McGrubben the Bludgeon; 1c/1d bludgeoning [McGrubben suffers the extra coin of damage regardless of hit or miss]
    Cooldown: Domination, 3 turns remaining
    Target: In succession; Mr. Miller, McGrubben, Meyers Senior

    Action: Butting Miller in the face with his shotgun, then hitting Meyers Sr. with Mr. McGrubben


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    Re: I Just Came to Crash the Party

    Post by System on Mon Jul 25, 2016 3:11 am

    The member 'Mortis' has done the following action : Dice Rolls


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    #2 'Attack/Heal (56-60)' : 35, 39

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    #4 'Attack/Heal (56-60)' : 8, 8, 17

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    #6 'Attack/Heal (56-60)' : 16

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