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4 yrs ago
Current Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while.
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4 yrs ago
Hark, it seems I am in dire need of medical attention that is easily accessible by specialized containers we call medical bags.
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4 yrs ago
no one cares about christmas. What is important is how we let some strange old man in red in our house depositing mysterious packages and never question him for it
5 yrs ago
Oh shit, I'm sorry
6 yrs ago
instructions unclear, snorted all the dicks
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Ettamri Belarence


It was as if time stopped.

Her vision, clear of the helm for so long, could make out every single detail of the ice spear, seemingly frozen in mid air. She had long past went beyond feeling pain, just feeling tiredness seeping into her limbs. A sense of acceptance, the anger had long faded. She had fallen on her knees, her expression slack, as if her rage just now took everything she had in her.

That was right, she had done everything she could, and yet it wasn't enough. It was not a failure, it was just how life was. It was alright now. She could just close her eyes, and rest. She didn't need to fight, she didn't need to prove her worth, she didn't need to hide. All she needed to do was...

"Oh? Is that all you have?"

barred window the hand beckoning the sweet voice the child with her red gold in black

something something something

do something

Her eyes fluttered wide open, as she gritted her teeth, raising her arm to deflect the ice spear with her bracers. A show of defiance, one that seemed futile, but at the very least, the rest of the surviving idiots can run away.
Oh boi time to roll 1s
Rosemary


Her body was damaged, and if it took any more hits, would probably be broken. Strangely enough, she did not feel any sort of revulsion, surprise or anything else, just a strange calm as her eyes glanced rapidly through the battlefield, trying to judge more incoming attacks to dodge them. Mangled as it was, she could still raise her limbs. That meant she could still fight.

*Use two ap with Dual Pistols to shoot the soldiers[check:7] SA+2

*Chain Attack on the soldiers [check:5] SA+2

ap=4/12
Oh right. I'm an idiot.
@PaulHaynek Didnt the attack lower it to 3 AP in your post?
Just for clarification, you arent waiting on me yeah? Since I have 3 AP right now, and the other peeeps have much higher AP than me.


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Nanashi,Assassin Yojimbo(?)
Bois de Boulogne



"Isn't that great, Master?" He laughed cheerfully, dismissing Nobunaga's threat nonchalantly. "You can get rich off this war without having to win now. Ah, money is great, isn't it?"

He stood up as his Master turned to leave, but instead of going to her side and following her along the road, he went towards the two girls, wrapping his hands around their shoulders as they walked. "No, I have a better idea. What place better to seal a working relationship than sharing drinks together? Of course, our benefactor should be the ones buying even if I'm usually the one buying drinks for women."

"Ah, right, if you don't know where to go, I found this good bar not too far from here." Looking very pleased with himself, he continued. "And call me Nanashi. Yojimbo this, and yojimbo that feels like I'm some sort of abandoned item, y'know?"
Hoi. Im still waiting for Sky to move ;w;
Ettamri Belarence


A barred window, the blue of the sky so wide behind it. So wide, open and vivid. The white of the birds she saw seemed so pure and free. Her hands grasped the bar, recoiling as they seemed to bend like clay beneath her hands. The red clashing against the grey. Flesh against metal. A small child her own age, urging her to come out, her hands held out in friendship. Her hands were warm, her smile was friendly and understanding. Encouraging, and accepting. Yet... she had never accepted the black haired child's hands.

For once... she had called out, held out her hand to another, only for them to be struck down within a day. Perhaps if she had been faster, perhaps if she had only used those cannon fodder better. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps, those words swirled around within her..

Even within the maelstrom of her rage and grief, the small part of her, the child who had looked out the window and wished to be a bird, had already accepted the futility of her actions. There was no way for her to defeat an undead without sacred weapons or a priest. There was no way for her to survive past this. Perhaps in a way, dying would be better for her.

All she could do, was swing her fists as hard as she could.
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