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Puppies are dicks posted:Day 1 - Late morning  This can't be real For a moment, and really just a moment, Joshua didn't believe what he was seeing. I mean, this can't be real, can it? Sure, a plane or two fell out of the sky but that's something that can actually happen, not seeing your boss getting murdered in cold blood by some kind of monster right out of a cheesy horror flick. It took the screams of his students, as they panicked in the packed gymnasium, to snap him back to reality. Hideous monsters are trying to devour people, and you happen to be in the middle of it. He didn't have time to take an assessment of the situation, the chaos in front of him too much to process at the moment. He panicked momentarily, looking to his fellow teachers for help, but really, were they going to be any less terrified right now? He had to take some kind of action, or he was going to die along with his boss, and frankly he never liked the man much. Something about that device he'd taken from his student came to mind. Pulling it out of his pocket, Joshua fumbled with the DDD as he tried to open it, feeling a prick on his finger and drawn blood. Ow. The device lights up in his hand. A summoning circle appears on the top screen, while a name appeared below, indecipherable, with a prompt. [????????] ACCEPT/DECLINE What choice was there? JOSHUA WHITTAKER uses +2 DDD to summon [????????]! Juchero fucked around with this message at 18:51 on Mar 31, 2016 |
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Joshua Whittaker What in the hell is this thing?! It was getting real hard to tell if he was going insane or not at the moment. First plane crashes, then the declaration of an ancient egyptian god, then motherfucking zombies, and now? Now a terrifyingly strange, one eyed giant starfish had come out of a handheld device and apparently was there to serve him. He knew it was called Decarabia, he knew it was prepared to take his commands, and he knew that it was likely the only chance he had at saving anyone in this chaos. What can this thing even do, besides float around and unsettle the hell out of me? He concentrated on the problem ahead of him, focusing on the fledgling connection he'd made with this hasty summoning and commanded the creature to destroy those preying upon the weak, with extreme prejudice. He only hoped he wasn't making a massive mistake, as he did his best to make his way through the crowd and to the other teachers making a fighting effort, while keeping his distance from the ravenous undead. DECARABIA acts first! DECARABIA casts ????????? upon (5) +2 ZOMBIES!(2d6+6: 13 [2d6=3, 4]) JOSHUA's turn! JOSHUA WHITTAKER tries to be Quick On His Feet!(2d6+2: 13 [2d6=6, 5]) Juchero fucked around with this message at 20:27 on Apr 2, 2016 |
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Joshua Whittaker Holy poo poo, he actually did it! How he did it or what exactly he did was still a complete mystery, but it worked and he even took down one of those monsters in the process! It almost distracted him from how weird this all was! But there were still four others, and other than spinning around and making nightmarish sounds the starfish wasn't going to be much help trying to prevent any other deaths. This was chaos, and he'd even had to avoid getting assaulted by one of his own students in the middle of the mob! With a fire extinguisher no less. So he tried to save who he could, while the monster had the other monsters' attention. "Ashley, get everyone out now!" He had to nearly scream to be heard over the din, but at the same time he needed to convince them that his way was the only way out of this alive. "We don't have much time before those things attack us again, so get out, now!" Looking at the monster that had given them this chance, he was still no less confused, but he definitely appreciated it's presence. Well, he didn't appreciate that it was probably just as terrifying to the students as the undead, and that noise was going to haunt him until the day he died, but he believed it could fight. "Hey! Whatever your name is, keep it up until these things are dead!" He decided to take a look at the DDD once more, to see if there was anything it could tell him about the starfish, and what it can do. JOSHUA attempts to sway the survivors towards escaping using his Way With Words +4! (2d6+4: 9 [2d6=4, 1]) DECARABIA casts ??? ?? ???? +6 on +2 ZOMBIES! (2d6+6: 15 [2d6=4, 5]) Juchero fucked around with this message at 03:49 on Apr 6, 2016 |
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Joshua Whittaker You little sons of bitches! There was a limit to how far you could push someone like Joshua, a limit to self-sacrificial behavior that might be called a little selfish. It turned out, that limit was almost falling on his face into an angry mob. Those ungrateful brats! Here he was, risking life and limb for these kids, not to mention years of his life and years off the functioning lifespan of his liver. This had been a crazy day already, so maybe he could be forgiven for being a little callous, but right now his concern for them sloughed off into disregard. After all this time, all the work trying to get these kids to care about SOMETHING, anything besides themselves and their "infinite" possibilities, he was finally going to be honest with himself. gently caress them. The world was going crazy, and as a history teacher he knew well enough what would happen if that mob got their hands on him, riled up and terrified as they were. That wasn't happening, not after he just commanded a terrifying monster and wiped out almost every zombie in the building, he was feeling good. Like he could do anything, if he just took the leap of faith and stopped caring for a moment. Forget them. Forget this whole place, this school is done. Time to move on. Looking up to his Eye in the Sky, he whistled. "Hey! We're getting the hell out of here!" As he spoke, he felt some semblance of understanding between them now. A better connection, now that he wasn't as distracted by the screams. They were screaming to kill him too, you know, not just in terror of being murdered by the undead remaining. In fact, they probably thought he was the bigger threat! Backing up to the back of the stage, he waited for his demonic companion to descend to just the right height... ...and then he ran. He pushed his legs as hard as he could for the full effect of the sprint, making the most out of every single inch the stage allowed him, before leaping into the air, towards the back of Decarabia! JOSHUA regains his balance but loses 2 ranks(-4) to A Way With Words, losing the ability to reason with his attackers, or anyone! JOSHUA attempts something truly insane, proving just how Quick On His Feet he is, and makes a flying leap off the stage and onto Decarabia! 2d6+4: 12 [2d6=3, 5] Fallen Decarabia It seemed to be having so much fun. It even seemed like it was preparing to finish off the last of the zombies in some improbably absurd way, which at this point seemed to be it's purpose for existence. Yet it seemed to respond to the call, preparing itself as it moved close enough for this mad attempt to work. As he made his leap, it jerked out of the way at the almost last second, before righting itself in the last. It was time to go, that was clear. But where? How? It would figure these things out, right? Of course it would. Decarabia knows what it's doing. It's horrific eye darted around, before spotting the largest and most dramatic window to crash through. Fallen DECARABIA identifies his master's command! Fallen DECARABIA attempts to escape the gymnasium! 2d6+6+2: 16 [2d6=2, 6] I'm going to apply for an upshift here, partially for RP, and partially for the circumstances pushing an otherwise normal alcoholic over the edge and making him consider a magic carpet ride on a giant gibbering starfish. These durn millenials, not respecting their elders!
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Joshua Whittaker $ouls, huh? Wait, is this thing for real?! The absurd narrative that had become Joshua's life today, as strange as it was, was starting to feel strangely normal. Even as he soared high above the city, riding atop a dangerously fickle starfish demon, he couldn't help but break away from the oddities and his own fear of falling to his gruesome death to appreciate the view. He'd just escaped serious injury or death, thinking on how differently things could have gone if he hadn't summoned Decarabia as he tried to analyze the situation. From here, he could see the flames from both of the plane crashes, and the city falling into an eerie quiet as the smoke began to obscure the afternoon sun. It was then that his thoughts immediately shifted elsewhere, to something he hadn't thought about in his panic to escape. "poo poo, Haley!" Immediately he flipped the DDD open again, to see if he could make a phone call or send a text to his girlfriend across town. Everything had happened so fast, and with cell service as it was he figured that it was pointless to try, but now that demons and zombies were a real, actual thing to worry about, her safety became an intense concern. As he tried to get through to her, he looked at Decarabia. "Hey! I need to get to the east side of Athena City, look for the building that has a big star on the front!" SSD, or Star Star and Douglas, had one of the more prominent of office buildings in downtown Athena City, it would be hard to miss...and potentially in the most populated part of the city in the middle of a genuine state of emergency. It felt odd, of course, talking to this creature that didn't speak in any conventional sense, which looked like something out of some fever dream, but it understood him. It saved his life. He trusted it, for whatever that was worth. JOSHUA attempts to use the DDD +2 to contact HALEY! 2d6+2: 6 [2d6=2, 2] Fallen Decarabia Heeding it's master's command, it took off towards downtown at a breakneck pace, but careful not to buck its rider. No, it wasn't the most dignified role to play, but for now, if Joshua needed a swift mount, he would get one. It kept high in the sky, avoiding the gaze of others while keeping it's giant, unblinking eye occupied searching through the city for other threats. DECARABIA +6 flies across the city, keeping an eye out for additional threats or sources of chaos! 2d6+6: 12 [2d6=1, 5]
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Apr 11, 2016 21:12
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Joshua Whittaker Birds?! Of course she wasn't at her desk. Stupid Joshua, why would she be in the middle of a panic like this? Naturally her cell was completely out of the question, and for now the question of how to contact Haley was tabled in favor of more pressing issues. Like, what's up with the birds? Are they another threat like the zombies? Are they normal birds who saw us flying and think we're King Bird? Either way, it wasn't his most urgent concern. With the SSD building in front of him, he considered his options. He knew she worked on the fifteenth floor, but if she wasn't answering her phone then she wasn't at her desk. It was a huge building, and with everything going on she could be just about anywhere. Oh, as for growing concerns, he watched the people on the ground far below gawking up at him, and the image of a giant starfish being followed by a flock of birds wasn't exactly a heroic one. He'd have to deal with that when the time came. At the very least, the building wasn't on fire, and like most corporate skyscrapers, it had big windows that Decarabia had already proven adept in dramatically smashing through. Looking down at Decarabia, he tried again to communicate. "So, I still don't know how this is supposed to work, but so far you've listened to me. I need you to bust through a window on the fifteenth floor, so I can find Haley. Just like you did back at the school, okay?" He braced himself, holding on tight as he felt the demon begin to accelerate through the flock of birds. "And if these things get fiesty, blow them the hell up! Nothing's gonna stop us!" JOSHUA uses his Way With Words +4 to attempt to inspire DECARABIA +6, both to increase it's chance for success, and to try and forge a stronger connection! 2d6+4: 14 [2d6=5, 5] Fallen Decarabia Whether it was his words, or just the way he said them, Decarabia seemed to pick up on his energy as it turned to charge towards the office window. The birds were a concern, but for his master they seemed nothing but a distraction. Its speed increased exponentially over the distance, becoming a true shooting star as it smashed its way through bird and glass alike. It knew what it was like to suffer the emptiness of losing your other half. Four words appeared in the air behind them, formed from the increasing number of now loose feathers. WE WILL FIND HER Casting a spell, a field of orange light expanded from Decarabia and surrounds the two of them, both to turn them into a wrecking ball, and protect them from any attacking birds. DECARABIA +6 casts Tetrakarn and charges the SSD building! 2d6+6: 15 [2d6=5, 4]
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Joshua Whittaker This is crazy, isn't it? Am I crazy? If Joshua had taken a moment, just one, to think about what he'd just done, he'd realize it was completely ridiculous. He may have just done more damage than the demons themselves, blasting through half a floor like that. If he took another, he might imagine the look on the face of some hapless office worker as he watched a giant starfish flanked by swarms of birds surge towards the nearest window. If there was a third, he might even think to check if he crushed someone on the way in. Joshua had time for exactly none of that poo poo. Too much had happened today for him to start picking things apart now! As chaos surrounded him, he felt oddly at ease, even the birds that were filling the building creating a weirdly calming silence of their own. He didn't have time for the people who were yelling at him, their voices blending together into a single, confused narrative. "Shut the hell up! Haley Kramer, where the hell is she!?" He looked between them, his words seeming to fall on deaf ears. "Who the hell are you?!" "What the hell did you do!?" "What is that THING? Are you working with the terrorists?" Joshua groaned, trying to get an answer out of them. "Doesn't matter, doesn't matter, doesn't matter, and no! I'm just here for Hale-" "Who do you think you are?!" "Do you have any idea what you just did?" "You're lying!" He looked around as they questioned him, trying to see if he could spot her from here, even as the birds made visibility difficult. More questions. "Answer me! I'm going to hold you responsible for this!" "You just destroyed months of work! Months!" "We should stop him! Before he does it again!" There was absolutely no time for this poo poo anymore. "EVERYBODY QUIET!" As he said that, Decarabia seemed to get what was going on, as it made a sound that seemed like a cross between an air horn and a traffic accident. It let off a bright red glow, as if preparing to do something drastic. After a moment, the sound stopped. All eyes turned to him, silent for just a moment. "Now, I'm going to ask this one more time nicely, and then I'm going to stop being nice. Where is Haley Kramer?" As he looked between them, he could feel his hands shake. Now that he wasn't in constant motion, the adrenaline wasn't as strong, and he realized how long it had been since he had a drink. It wasn't a problem right this second, but it would be soon. Just need to make it until I find her. Then we can both get a drink. JOSHUA attempts to use A Way With Words +4 backed up by the not at all silent threat of DECARABIA +6! 2d6+4: 12 [2d6=6, 2] Fallen Decarabia Of course, Decarabia wasn't actually doing anything to prepare to kill anyone. It would prefer that, as it is both faster and more fun, but it deferred to Joshua. Mostly it was just making noises and glowing, and humans seemed to really eat that poo poo up. He started spinning in mid air, just to add another intimidating aspect as it's 'arms' brushed up against anyone close enough, which caused several people to panic in terror. At the very least, it was having fun. It also knew that if it helped Joshua, then Joshua would be bound to help him. Honor bound. Normally, Decarabia had no use for such sentiment, but it needed his help to stay in this world long enough to accomplish it's own goal. DECARABIA +6 spins around, glows red, and makes a series of terribly angry noises to add an intimidating factor to JOSHUA's line of questioning! 2d6+6: 9 [2d6=1, 2]
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Joshua Whittaker I don't care what kind of security they have, no one's going to stop me. Maybe he just hadn't thought about it much, but Joshua really liked how much power he had at his disposal. As he looked among the terrified office workers, he couldn't help but grin for a moment thinking these were the same kind of people who looked down on him when he came to visit Haley. Now they did what he told them. Neat, but there were bigger concerns. The birds were kind of getting to be more of an annoyance than an omen, but more than that, he worried about getting to the elevator and getting upstairs to find Haley. Most he passed made their way for him and his demonic starfish, trying not to catch the latter's singular gaze. He had just blown a hole in a building they all worked at, in the middle of a 'terrorist' attack, it was to be expected, right? Now that he had a direction to go, he knew what he needed to do. He found the elevators, and as he waited for one to arrive, he had a moment of eerie quiet. He looked to his companion, and several of the hundreds of questions he had about the creature came to mind. "So, uh, you're actually a demon? Like a for real, straight-outta-hell kinda demon?" Nothing. It just seemed to stare at him. "I...why is this happening? What exactly is happening?" Nothing. "Seriously? Of all the things, I get one that can't talk." It whirled around, laughing to itself in it's awful pitch. He wasn't going to get any answers from the thing itself, so he opened up his DDD while he waited and tried to figure out what he could do with those $ouls he got earlier, maybe a translation feature? JOSHUA uses DDD +2 to try and bridge the communication gap! 2d6+2: 9 [2d6=3, 4]
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Joshua Whittaker Elevators are a drag in the apocalypse. As the elevator doors finally(FINALLY) opened, Joshua stepped in, batting away a couple of the hundreds of birds that followed him inside with Decarabia, who had to squeeze himself into the small metal box, it's eye dancing from place to place. He really didn't know what to do about these birds, but that wasn't the major concern. If the message on his DDD was at all correct, then this was the end of the world as they knew it. Sure, the zombies and demons and hellish flocks of blackbirds were good clues but now it seemed to click. Looking at the vaguely uncomfortable demon, it was hard to imagine he was some kind of demonic royalty, but after seeing what he was capable of it became a little more believable. As the doors opened to the 40th floor, the birds scattered in all directions as he and Decarabia emerged from the elevator, Joshua leading as he made a break for the board's meeting room. It helped that there were signs leading the way, of course, he'd never been up here. Gosh, it really is well appointed with plants and marble, was that a baby grand off in the corner? Did they hire someone to play it or was it just a conversation piece? A strange whine from Decarabia got him back on track, as he kicked the door down! Well...tried to kick the door down. Falling back on his rear end, he could only think how much easier TV made that look. He looked at Decarabia, as the demon acknowledged his silent command... Fallen Decarabia ...rearing back, its eye fully opened, as it let out a single high pitched squeal, as a wave of force issued forth and slammed into the door with great speed! Fallen DECARABIA +6 uses Zan to blow the door off it's hinges! 2d6+6: 17 [2d6=5, 6] Joshua Whittaker Sure, yeah, maybe he could have knocked? But there was no time for knocking, this was the apocalypse dammit! As soon as the door was clear, he would step into the room, and immediately try to get control of the room using both his speaking skills and the demonstration of force. "Everybody stay CALM! I'm only here for Haley! JOSHUA attempts to use his Way With Words +4 and an assumed threat of violence to get his way! 2d6+4: 14 [2d6=5, 5]
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Joshua Whittaker You fuckers just shot at me! I COULD HAVE DIED! Maybe it was just the thing he needed, having a couple of bullets fly past his head, because as he finally stopped for a moment the reality of the situation set in momentarily. First, he was definitely crazy, there was no doubt there. He rode a giant starfish into an office building, and lead some kind of half-baked assault on his girlfriend's place of work, and now he was getting shot at by security. Second, he needed a drink. No, make that all of the drinks. By this time he was usually halfway to plastered, having had to deal with the realities of being a teacher for a day, but now reality was completely hosed and he wasn't even sure where he'd get liquor right now. Wait a second, don't these CEO types always have some brandy or something stashed away, or was that just on TV? Either way, with the threat of two security guards in his way, he was halted on his search for both Haley and alcohol. Talking his way through didn't work, but was he sure he could get past these two? He looked to Decarabia, who had ducked back with him and was currently staring at him with that one big eye. "What? Do you have some kind of idea?" Fallen Decarabia Whirring and giving a half spin, it acknowledged what he said as it glowed bright orange, casting the same kind of protective field around it had before plowing into the building. As Joshua waited by the demolished doorway, Decarabia dashed back into the room, bullets pinging off it's protective aegis as it let out a booming voice that sounded like snakes being rubbed with sandpaper until the agony forced them to acquire speech. "I AM DECARABIA, GREAT MARQUIS OF HELL. YOUR CITY IS FORFEIT, YOUR LIVES WILL END, YOUR SOULS SHALL BELONG TO MY MASTER." DECARABIA +6 casts Tetrakarn! Affinity with JOSHUA allows DECARABIA to speak comprehensibly(when it wishes)2d6+6: 16 [2d6=6, 4] Joshua Whittaker It could talk!? All this time and confusion and yet now it chose to speak? Well, okay, now was a pretty good time, even he felt that tingling in his hind-brain telling him to run for his god damned life. Putting Decarabia between himself and the bullets, he tried again to convince them peacefully. "That's right, this guy is hell ROYALTY, and I'm his boss. Since the world's going to hell in a handbasket, I guess that now makes me YOUR boss. Drop the guns and maybe you'll have time to run before the poo poo really hits the fan." This was some serious bullshitting, but what the hell, he felt confident, even as he felt the shaking in his hands, knowing it wasn't just fear. No matter how this went, he was going to need to find a liquor store after this. JOSHUA attempts to strike fear in his opponents in the hope that they capitulate, but those DTs are coming on hard! His Way With Words +4 might just fail him again! 2d6+4: 11 [2d6=3, 4] Juchero fucked around with this message at 22:53 on Jun 5, 2016 |
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Joshua Whittaker loving gently caress THAT FUCKER SHOT ME GOD DAMMIT Joshua was a boring person. That might seem a little silly considering the events of the day, but before the world started to end he was a pretty vanilla guy. Maybe he drank too much, maybe he wasn't the greatest teacher, but he lead a normal, boring life. The kind of life that doesn't prepare you for being shot. His mind went blank for a few minutes as he tried to process the ridiculous amount of pain, feeling his shirt growing damp with his own blood. A demon security guard, didn't expect thOH GOD IT HURTSat. Now he was in a bad situation, and he needed medical attention. No, he needed god damned alcohol. No, actually, HE NEEDED TO NOT GET SHOT IN THE FIRST PLACE. Looking up at Decarabia, he felt rather powerless for the first time in hours. Without its help, he would be dead in moments, but with him, he had a chance. Trying to get out something between gritted teeth, he pressed down on the wound to try and slow the bleeding as he picked himself back up. He wasn't going to be moving so fast or thinking too straight until he got this tended to, but he still had his words. "Decarabia...kill this ugly son of a bitch so we can find Haley and get the hell out of here! You're the Grand Marquis, right? Show this bastard what that means!" JOSHUA takes damage to High School History Teacher(+0), Quick on his Feet(+0), and Way With Words(+2)! Attempts to convince Decarabia to fight his hardest! 2d6+2: 7 [2d6=4, 1] Fallen Decarabia It didn't need to say another word, partially because people can only throw up so much, but mostly because its giant unblinking eye was fully open for the first time, glaring at the impudent demon who had dared to harm his master. Every single cell seemed to vibrate and glow, as it focused its considerable energies upon the interloper, as the room heated up by at least fifteen degrees. DECARABIA +6 gathers its power to unleash its full potential, and unleashes the hellish fire of Agidyne upon LESSER DEMON ABRAMALECH +6! 2d6+6: 15 [2d6=5, 4]
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Joshua Whittaker I got shot because of these idiots...all I wanted was Haley! There was definitely a part of Joshua that wanted to deescalate the situation, to let things calm down and try to reason with people. A part that wanted to try and stop Decarabia from doing whatever it was about to do. Unfortunately for everyone in attendance, he was having trouble finding that part, as the pain of the gunshot in his shoulder radiated through his whole chest, feeling like he'd been hit by a truck somehow. Probably the same reason it punched through his demon's shields which had managed to plow through concrete and steel. He looked among the retching and terrified in attendance, especially the other security guard, and he tried to think if there was any way out of this. Decarabia wasn't listening, he could tell, but he knew what it wanted somehow. He was too tired to resist as he could feel the bloodloss and shock starting to set in. "Just...don't hurt Haley. I need you...to get me and her out of here." He was struggling to stay on his feet anymore, and he collapsed back onto the ground, watching the terrifying Marquis work the same magic that just turned a possessed human into a chunk of burnt carbon. JOSHUA attempts to use his Way With Words +2 to convince Decarabia to practice some discretion with whatever it was about to do. 2d6+2: 9 [2d6=4, 3] Fallen Decarabia It had been a very long time for the errant demon, that the world might see the Grand Marquis at his full potential. Today had been mostly a lark, and while his master seemed particularly adept at causing the chaos he so enjoyed, Decarabia wasn't taking things seriously. Think about it for a moment, why would hell royalty want to serve a dead end alcoholic? Yet, he was HIS master. Wounding him was a grave insult, especially by something as contemptible as the Abramalech, and such an insult had to be repaid. Someone here summoned that creature, and he wasn't in the mood for figuring out who was who. The arcane lines that covered Decarabia seemed to appear on the floor below it, and began to spread in all directions as the room quickly heated up. No one was going to make it out of here, but as Joshua pleaded with him to spare Haley, he looked out among the crowd. "WHOEVER HAS SUMMONED THIS CONTEMPTIBLE CREATURE, NAME YOURSELF AND BE DESTROYED, OR ALL SHALL FACE THE FLAMES AS ONE"
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Joshua Whittaker Things were bad, yeah. The world seemed to be exploding, for one. His shoulder was killing him, his demon was out of control, and he may have just killed some people. But at the very least, Haley wasn't here. As Decarabia made his way towards the revealed elevator shaft, Joshua tried to get him to stop. "Hey! Will you just wait a second?" It regarded him for a moment, that great and terrible eye staring him down. He gulped, as he picked up the demonic sidearm from the ground. "Haley's probably in there, and there's probably more demons, right? I'm no good like this, never been shot before and it turns out it really loving hurts." He was still bleeding, but that was less of a concern right now compared to the pain which he struggled to stay coherent through. "You got any tricks up your...sleeves that can fix me?" It ignored him, as it continued on, as he struggled to get his argument out, his thoughts swimming in pain. "Cmon! You flew me across the city! You just torched this whole room! You've done a million weird things since I summoned you, and you can't manage this?!" JOSHUA picks up +??? DEMONIC PISTOL (damaged), thinking it might come in handy. Fallen Decarabia Turning around to face him again, the Marquis seemed to bristle at such a challenge. It could manage a great many things. A simple hole in human meat wasn't something it had considered, is all. It had no magic to mend it, that was true, but it was a very flexible entity. Right now, it needed Joshua to be able to act, and while he whined about the damage that the Abramalech had done, he would be useless. So, he stabbed him. Joshua Whittaker A long spike made of the same material as its body extended out and pierced him through the bullet wound, knocking out the gnarled slug as Joshua let out a pained scream. A moment later it retracted, leaving some of his own demonic tissue in its wake. For a moment, everything went white, and he felt like he was about to fall over, but then the pain seemed to fade quickly. It certainly felt strange, but the bleeding stopped almost immediately. The fact that part of a demon was inside him was the least of his worries, as he headed towards the elevator shaft. DECARABIA +6 attempts to shut Joshua up and stop up the hole in his arm with a small donation of demonic flesh. 2d6+6: 12 [2d6=2, 4]
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Joshua Whittaker oh my god oh my god oh my god The new perspective was disorienting, almost as much as the wave of nausea that overcame him as he looked at the grotesque eye that was looking up at him from his hand. It seemed to slither around after 'eating' the gun, and came to rest at his wound, the great yellow eye blinking as it looked around. He could only just keep his lunch down, as he looked down the exposed elevator shaft. Decarabia was moving quickly, and he could worry about this strange new turn when he wasn't worried about Haley. "She's going to freak when she sees me like this..." Looking around inside the shaft, a maintenance ladder was just within his reach, as he climbed over and grabbed on. It was a ways down, but it didn't seem his demon was in the mood for another piggyback ride at the moment. His head ached as he made the climb down, as his mind raced with new thoughts and memories which were not his. Was this thing inside him still connected to it? He tried to ignore it, but he could feel a very certain sense that this was only the beginning, and things were only going to get worse. His partner was silent on the way down, as Joshua experimented with the new additions to his body, trying to direct the eye to different places. He could use any advantage he could get. Sometimes though, in the solitude of the elevator shaft, he could swear he was seeing things with his new eye that his own couldn't. Were they hallucinations? Everything was connected, in ways he could have never understood before, and yet still failed to truly understand now. He could see the way Decarabia shifted these connections as it moved implacably through the air. As he focused on the new piece of his body, these connections became clearer and more lucid, like he could reach out and grab them, and yet his mind instinctively recoiled at the thought. JOSHUA's connection to DECARABIA +6 has deepened! JOSHUA has begun to awaken to the arcane nature of the world, but lacks understanding. 2d6+2: 9 [2d6=4, 3] Fallen Decarabia It was close. It could sense it, almost taste what was coming. Horrid laughter echoed through the concrete walls of the elevator shaft, as it made its way to the bottom. It could feel the tug of Joshua's feeble attempts at understanding, and so it would attempt to further this attempt with its own 'guidance'. It tapped into the part of him that it had contributed, and focused its own considerable arcane power through it. DECARABIA +6 attempts to further the connection and aid in JOSHUA's attempt, if just to make him stop thinking so hard about it. 2d6+6: 14 [2d6=4, 4]
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Joshua Whittaker The feeling of something gone missing that you had taken for granted up to that point was odd. It was like a reverse phantom limb, a hole that didn't exist inside you. Unfortunately, Joshua didn't have time for the kind of soul searching such a thing demanded, he had business to take care of. For now, that business was preventing Decarabia from doing something that would either kill him, Haley, or both. Waving his arms...well, one arm, the other wasn't quite cooperating and seemed to be a little limp at the moment. Something to do with the horrible nightmare flesh inside him slowly carving up his nerve endings, maybe. Anyway, waving his arm, he tried to flag down the nightmare monster he had unwittingly unleashed upon the world. "Listen, I know I haven't been able to get through to you on this, but we gotta slow down a second! Haley might be in there, and if you just blast up the place what's the point? We could have saved a whole trip downtown." Huh. Was he honestly more concerned with the time he would have wasted if Haley was dead, than her actually being alive? No, of course not. He ignored that nagging thought. JOSHUA loses a part of his EMPATHY, and attempts to use his Way With Words +4 to convince Decarabia to halt his attack...2d6+4: 11 [2d6=1, 6]
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Joshua Whittaker 'This is it, Joshua', he thought to himself as he descended down into the room, along with his now somewhat pacified demon companion. Of course it had to be him that had her. Crazy demon poo poo goes down and he takes the opportunity to try and take Haley by force. He wasn't expecting company, though. He took a few deep breaths, the pulsing of his arm and Decarabia syncing up as his thoughts began to coalesce. Yes, he had hated him, and even maybe a couple of times had slipped into hypothetical payback fantasies, but now, he was different. Now he was thinking of how he was going to make him pay, and it was getting increasingly sociopathic. He gestured to Decarabia, giving him a glance towards the newly summoned Zepar, as he slammed his demonic hand into the wall to get the man's attention. "Where is she, Johnson. You have about two seconds to answer before I turn you and your garbage demon into a pile of dust. Oh, whoops, two seconds are up." His hand reached up, as the barrel of the demonic gun emerged from his flesh and pointed towards Johnson's ugly mug. JOSHUA uses Way With Words +4 to threaten JOHNSON, backed up by his Fused With Demonic Gun +2 2d6+6: 11 [2d6=3, 2] Fallen Decarabia On his master's gesture, along with his own natural impulse, Decarabia's eye turned to Zepar. A worthless interloper of lesser rank, he could only feel a sense of disgust towards the fellow demon. As long as the Great Marquis existed in this plane, no pretenders could be allowed to steal his rightful claim. A battle of demonic proportions would soon begin, as the opening blow was quickly struck as Decarabia unleashed a focused blast of deadly fire to incinerate his enemy. [i]DECARABIA +6 attacks GREAT DUKE ZEPAR with AGIDYNE 2d6+6: 13 [2d6=6, 1]
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Joshua Whittaker This was going to be more of a hassle than he imagined, as he looked across the room. He took a moment mentally to assess the situation. One, Johnson had made a literal deal with the devil, for some purpose that involved Haley. Two, the devil had some kind of way of resisting Decarabia's attacks, but it seemed to be weakening. Third, the room was full of scared cultists, Haley among them. It was a lot to wrap his head around, but it seemed to coalesce faster now, as if something was helping him offload his thinking. He kept his handgun(hahaha) on Johnson as he hid behind his altar, while he allowed Decarabia to focus on Zepar. "Is that supposed to scare me? Do you have any idea how screwed up my day has been? My own students tried to kill me earlier!" Maybe the old him might have been worried about those kinds of things, but after today, a man with a weird tattoo and an even weirder cult wasn't going to bother him. Without another word, and not giving him a chance to duck for cover, Joshua focused and fired a shot from the gun in his hand, aiming right at the tattoo on his arm. He had no idea what it might accomplish, but right now it felt good. "I've been waiting a long time to wipe that smug look off your face, Johnson." Looking to Haley, the robe was throwing him a little, but he maintained his composure. "Really? I bust in here with a demon, and you're worried about the gun? By the way, school's out, on account of the living dead. I rushed over here on my new friend to find you, and...what, you're into this weird crap?" Great, she was involved, and that meant this wasn't going to be some heroic rescue. He felt stupid for even thinking that was how things would go down. He wasn't the hero, he was just some loser who got lucky, both in his love life and his post-apocalyptic choice of demon. Doesn't matter. He'd drag her out of here either way. He turned to glance at the other cultists now. "As for whatever the hell you're talking about, I don't have a Magister or know what the hell a Great Master is. I'm just a teacher who got pulled into this poo poo by accident. I've fought zombies and demon cops to get here, and I even got SHOT, so before any of you cowardly fucks think of interfering, I'll let you know that I am ALREADY VERY loving FED UP WITH THIS BUSINESS!" JOSHUA defends from JOHNSON's Intimidate with Way With Words +4! 2d6+4: 16 [2d6=6, 6] JOSHUA fires on JOHNSON, attempting to DISARM him and possibly break his control. 2d6+2: 11 [2d6=4, 5] Fallen Decarabia Decarabia pulses angrily, spinning in place as it stared it's opponent down. A lowly Great Duke dared to oppose his will. Its great eye darted across the room to the cultists. Pathetic. They would all burn before this was done, for not immediately bowing to his greater power. The ground below it began to combust, the light of the flames casting a great and looming shadow behind it as it boomed out in a terrifying voice. "ZEPAR, YOU BETRAY YOUR STATION IN OPPOSING YOUR BETTER. YOU ALL BETRAY YOUR SOULS TO DESTRUCTION. ONCE I HAVE DESTROYED YOUR MASTER AND THIS LOWLY DUKE, I WILL SCATTER YOUR ASHES ACROSS THIS WRETCHED PLANE" With that, another blast issued forth from Decarabia, just as powerful as the last, but this time with a bit more visual umphf to it. It emitted as a massive beam from his great yellow eye, striking against the invisible shield with the intent to shatter it and send the cultists fleeing like rats. DECARABIA +6 casts Agidyne, but this time with more visual flair, to try and intimidate the humans in the room. 2d6+6: 13 [2d6=1, 6 Juchero fucked around with this message at 02:09 on Aug 18, 2016 |
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Joshua Whittaker This felt good. All these high and mighty, high power lawyers and executives were begging him for mercy, and it felt good. Maybe the Joshua of this morning might have felt a little disconcerted at this, but the Joshua of right now was enjoying the hell out of it. What he wasn't enjoying was Haley's reaction. Roleplaying? Scene? Was she seeing the same thing everyone else was? It was pissing him off, seeing her tending to the man who he had just violently dismembered. Looking at Decarabia, who was in the middle of an intense staring match, he came up with a plan of action. First off, he looked to the cultists who were offering him things in exchange for mercy. "Alcohol. Get me whatever you have, and maybe you get out of here alive. Turning back to Haley, he walked over to her, and grabbed her by the wrist to pull her away from Johnson. "This isn't a loving scene, it's not roleplaying, this is real, Haley. See those two terrifying things over there? The one with the big eye is mine. His...er, it's name is Decarabia, and it serves me." Dragging her back towards the door, he ignored her attempts to pull herself free, even as she fought him. His hand felt strong now, not like it had been before, now it was made of sterner stuff, as the demonic flesh pulsed eerily. Looking at the Great Duke, he was worried that his claim was true, and knew that Johnson was still a threat as long as he was breathing. That wouldn't do. "Outside this building, hell, inside too, there are things like this running around and killing people. Apparently it's the end of the world, who knew?" He grinned, as he gave a nod to Decarabia. Fallen Decarabia Decarabia's hatred was palpable, the room heating up as it grew more and more impatient to destroy this pretender. However, it understood that, without its master, it was no longer bound by contract. Once Haley was a safe distance away, Decarabia unleashed a hellish blast of flames upon the helpless Johnson, intending to leave nothing but ash in his place. DECARABIA +6 uses the flames of hell to INCINERATE JOHNSON(target helpless, no roll needed) Joshua Whittaker "Now, Haley, I'm here because I'm the only one who can keep you safe now, me and the Grand Marquis of Hell. Either you leave with me now, or I'm going to drag you out by force." Yes, he still loved her, despite his loss of empathy. Maybe he loved her differently now, but he still cared about her safety. It was for her own good. Once she was safe, maybe they could ride this thing out. JOSHUA attempts to convince Haley to leave of her own accord, but is ready to do so by force!2d6+4: 6 [2d6=1, 1]oh geez
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Joshua Whittaker It all made sense now. Between her grieving and her refusal to do the ONLY logical thing and come with him to safety, he understood completely. The scotch helped, of course, soothing his nerves amazingly as he downed the glass in moments, more interested in the properties of the alcohol than its ultra smooth profile. Grabbing the bottle from the supplicant at his feet, he took a big healthy swig, knowing he could have never even afforded something this good in his 'previous' life. Maybe the end of the world wasn't so bad. As he looked to Haley, her eyes alight with anger, he only grinned, scotch dripping from his chin before he wiped it away. "You cheating whore. I loving...I should have loving known, back at that stupid Christmas party, there was something going on between you two." All his suspicions, all his self-loathing suspicions confirmed. Of course she was only out for herself, why wouldn't she shack up with the boss with the expensive liquor and the secret demon cult? He turned his attention away from her as he looked at W/Mendell. "Instead of showing me, why don't you bust your rear end and get me those bottles down here before I have my demon turn YOU into ash next?" He looked to the rest of them. "You want someone to tell you sheep what to do? Here's your new job, keep this ungrateful bitch safe until I return. You should be safe enough down here, right? So make sure she doesn't leave, because if she does, I'm going to roast all of you, got it? You serve me now, and disloyalty will be PUNISHED." It felt good to be in charge for once. Back to Haley, he gave a scolding look. "We could have been happy. Maybe not rich, but happy. Now, you're going to stay here like a good little cheater and maybe, MAYBE, once I make sense of this nightmare, I'll come back and think about forgiving you." He felt in control, not thinking of any other possibilities. There was power in absolute, unblinking certainty. "Decarabia, seal this room when we leave. Then get us out of here, we've wasted enough time already." The words of the Duke rang in his ears. Maybe he would come in handy one day, but his tone had stung. He wasn't a stupid man...maybe he had been a little more direct in solving his problems but...no, he was right. He had power, he had to use it intelligently, not like some brute. He felt far more shame at being rebuked by the demon than anything involving his now EX-GIRLFRIEND. As Mendell arrived with his liquor, he grabbed the artfully designed box they were contained in, gave him a wave, and headed out the way he came in. JOSHUA makes his will known to the scared and confused CULTISTS, attempts to recruit them as his own with Way With Words +4. Applying for Upshift based on circumstances! 2d6+6: 15 [2d6=4, 5] Fallen Decarabia Yes. Yes, this one was doing far better without his empathy, such a pointless weakness to carry around. As they left the room, it chanted words in an alien and incomprehensible tongue, as a wall of force applied itself over the hole he had made in the entrance. He had imagined he was nothing but a spineless dope who had lucked into his position, but he was proving himself to be a worthy master. He was willing to kill, and that was the true measure of his nature. Oh how he had lied to himself before, but now the truth was out. It let out a throaty cackle as it picked him up onto his back, and sped out of the building, heading back up the elevator shaft and smashing out a window into the city at large. Where they would go now was up to Joshua. DECARABIA +6 casts TETRAKARN as physical barrier! He takes JOSHUA up into the sky again to get a good view of the city!(basically, JOSHUA looks at the OVERWORLD MAP!) 2d6+6: 14 [2d6=4, 4]
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