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Not By The Grace of God
Topic Started: Mar 13 2015, 03:15 PM (440 Views)
Dorchadas Dearmad
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The Sliding Chaos
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Ardghal Kane VS Grace Van Vliet

This is a Post & Counter showdown. Both parties will make a single post to establish the situation, before the actual encounter begins.

If Ardghal wins, he will receive a set of Dirty Pre-war Clothes.

If Grace wins, she will receive an Amazon Loin Cloth.

There is no set number of rounds. After each round, if an outside judge thinks it would make sense for the encounter to be able to continue and both parties agree, the showdown will go on.


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Ardghal Kane(ghoul) Level 2 Small Frame, Improv Artist, Creep
Texas Raiders: -25 Bucket Town: +5
4(+1)-7-3-3(+1)-10-8-6
Inventory: kitchen knife--wealthy tribal clothes/1 molotov--phazer(stun)--slaver brand-1 large hide--whetstone--Amazon loin cloth--Gila's Bite--a pair of eyes--bottle of water--sewing needle

Galen Geste(Human)(companion) Sex Appeal, Jinxed, Revolving Killer
7-4-3-9-4-10-3
Inventory: Red and black checkered formal clothes--2 molotovs--rudimentary revolver--switchblade--funky comb--red dye

Sutekh Murmurus(glowing ghoul) Marksman, improv artist, spongey
3-5-3-10-7-4-8
Inventory: phazer, kitchen knife, 2 stun grenades, purple robes and mask(post war formal wear), religious text
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Dorchadas Dearmad
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The Sliding Chaos
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Ardghal traveled on, sharpening his knife as he walked through the late evening light. "I'm not saying that it's imperative, but it wouldn't hurt. We are going to need as many as we can get our hands on. The people aren't going to just hand the city over. The more manpower we have the higher the chance we'll be able to take the settlement without. . . drastic measures."

Galen sighed. "It's too bad I can't be there for it. When something that big happens, there needs to be someone to crack a joke! It's going to be a perfectly wasted occasion."

"You'll have every opportunity to make light of the situation in the aftermath. You're too valuable to risk being in the-- Wait." Ardghal put out a hand to stop his travelling partner and pointed to the sky with the other. "Smoke. Someone's not far from us."

Galen grinned under his mask. "Joy upon joy! Let's go pay them a visit!"

Ardghal smirked. "How could I refuse such a heartfelt request?"

The two quietly made their way towards the source of the smoke. Not much time had passed before they found themselves looking upon a small valley, the center of which had a bonfire blazing within it. Why it was created, however, is a mystery, as the only person around it was covered in layers of thick clothing and winter accessories.

"I think we've found our mark." Ardghal whispered. "Do what you do, jester."

Galen stifled a chuckle and began circling the clearing. He hoped Ardghal wouldn't be too quick about it. He liked the look of this one.

Once he was in position, opposite from the ghoul, he stood tall and began walking towards the girl that for some reason had not yet died of heatstroke.

"Hey there! You know, nobody is actually attracted to high body temperatures. 'Hot' is a figure of speech. . ."

With the girl's attention grabbed, Ardghal started moving in, knife readied.
Ardghal Kane(ghoul) Level 2 Small Frame, Improv Artist, Creep
Texas Raiders: -25 Bucket Town: +5
4(+1)-7-3-3(+1)-10-8-6
Inventory: kitchen knife--wealthy tribal clothes/1 molotov--phazer(stun)--slaver brand-1 large hide--whetstone--Amazon loin cloth--Gila's Bite--a pair of eyes--bottle of water--sewing needle

Galen Geste(Human)(companion) Sex Appeal, Jinxed, Revolving Killer
7-4-3-9-4-10-3
Inventory: Red and black checkered formal clothes--2 molotovs--rudimentary revolver--switchblade--funky comb--red dye

Sutekh Murmurus(glowing ghoul) Marksman, improv artist, spongey
3-5-3-10-7-4-8
Inventory: phazer, kitchen knife, 2 stun grenades, purple robes and mask(post war formal wear), religious text
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Cewebwalz
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Henshin a go-go baby
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BUM BUM BUM

"Fiiire," Grace sang to herself as she gazed up at the full moon, which lit up the night sky like a lantern. A long day of travel in the swamps really sucked the energy out of you, she was just about to collapse and nap in some dry burrough before she realized that it was the southern swamps that she had been inhabiting. Grace didn't trust anything in there during the day time, who knew what'd happen with the nocturnal nightmares in there? So she made headway, a clearing just outside of the swamps sufficed, albeit even Van Vliet was smart enough to know that things went bump in the night outside of the swamps too.

She had set up the massive bonfire, just one of her precautions for any of the scarier animals out there, plus any mosquitos in a five mile radius were getting cooked by the fumes. It took her awhile to gather the wood as well, but the spectacle alone was worth it. She tapped on her flamethrower, and with a trigger pull of her reverse fire extinguisher, wonky as it was, lit the campfire with ease. She had ensured it’s quick burningness with some leftover oil, only a smudge here and there to get it going, but it cemented its status as a spectacle. She was more than a little proud of herself, and she rationalized it as a reward for her long day of travel.

Maybe she took it as a reward a bit too heavily, as she sat criss cross applesauce across from the fire, mesmerized. She was supposed to go to sleep hours ago, but instead she procrastinated in the form of the flames. Her mother used to say the sound of rain, rare as it was, on their tin roof was calming. Grace found a similar effect in the crackling of the red fire, and the comforting warmth that it provided. It was wet and hot out, but the dry fire triggered a signal in Grace’s mind that could’ve been a lullaby. Her eyes and consciousness blinked in and out of existence, till she was snapped out of it. Footsteps? She glanced up, and a good distance away was a figure making no effort to be incognito. She didn’t recognize the man, and was still in half trance, so Grace barely had time to talk before he started speaking. Wait, was he near the-

"Hey there! You know, nobody is actually attracted to high body temperatures. 'Hot' is a figure of speech. . ." She got to her feet, suddenly distracted by both his unusual garb (she might’ve found him cute if not for his ridiculous checkered outfit), and the clothing putdown. Wait, was he negging her? What the-

BOOM!

Grace’s attention snapped as a massive cloud of dirt and dust exploded where the figure had been standing in front of a second ago, and simultaneously got to her feet and ran like the wind towards him. That was right, she left her landmine there. She expected fucking monsters, not some gypsy too distracted by her to see the landmine he was about to activate!

She sprinted to his side, wondering how the fuck she was going to make him not die. She was more of a mercenary than a medic, screaming out “Sorry! Sorry!” every step of the way.
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC-

Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
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Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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Dorchadas Dearmad
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Galen did his best to maneuver himself to mitigate the damage from the blast, but even his dexterity could do little to avoid an unforeseen mine detonation. The explosion sent him spiraling to the ground, resulting in a loud and painful thud.

His left leg had taken the brunt of the damage, the epitome of which was a crooked, thin piece of metal the size of a child's arm sticking out of the side of the calf. This combined with the less severe, but still substantial, peppering of shrapnel around the rest of the limb made his left leg to appear pure crimson, rather than the checkered pattern of the rest of his outfit.

Galen himself was barely able to speak. The combination of shock and the fact that his fall knocked the wind out of him had seen to that. On the plus side, he wasn't feeling the pain of his wounds yet, and the girl he was trying to distract was attempting to help him.

The injured jester let out a dry cough. "Well, that was more my fault than yours." He wheezed. "Maybe it's better this way. It did get me closer to you." He removed his mask and a weak smile appeared on his face.


Ardghal, seeing this, was understandably outraged. Somewhere in his dark and hazy mind he knew the situation was at least partially his fault for sending someone as imperceptive as Galen into an unscouted area in the middle of the night, though he would never admit it. This was Galen's idea, anyway. His grip on his knife tightened and he pulled his phazer from its holster with his left hand.

Grace frantically ignored Galen in her own kind of shock. "I didn't think anyone would be coming through here! Shit! Shit! Do I pull this thing out or leave in!"

Seeing Ardghal approach, Galen stealthily moved his hand towards his revolver in preparation of the attack. He wouldn't be jumping around for this fight, but he wouldn't exactly be helpless.

The ghoul quietly crept up behind the distraught girl. "Don't worry sweetheart, you'll be in a worse situation than him very soon. . ." He whispered. Ardghal raised his knife with an ice-pick grip and quickly brought it down.


Unfortunately, with the blazing fire behind them, Ardghal's shadow had telegraphed his attack just enough to matter. Grace couldn't react as well as she normally would, but she was able to stave off outright death by turning and blocking the knife with her arm.
Ardghal Kane(ghoul) Level 2 Small Frame, Improv Artist, Creep
Texas Raiders: -25 Bucket Town: +5
4(+1)-7-3-3(+1)-10-8-6
Inventory: kitchen knife--wealthy tribal clothes/1 molotov--phazer(stun)--slaver brand-1 large hide--whetstone--Amazon loin cloth--Gila's Bite--a pair of eyes--bottle of water--sewing needle

Galen Geste(Human)(companion) Sex Appeal, Jinxed, Revolving Killer
7-4-3-9-4-10-3
Inventory: Red and black checkered formal clothes--2 molotovs--rudimentary revolver--switchblade--funky comb--red dye

Sutekh Murmurus(glowing ghoul) Marksman, improv artist, spongey
3-5-3-10-7-4-8
Inventory: phazer, kitchen knife, 2 stun grenades, purple robes and mask(post war formal wear), religious text
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Cewebwalz
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If Grace had dedicated her life to medicine, she might know what to do. Instead she had dedicated her life to a skill set that frankly had 0 applications here. Kneeled beside the stranger, his red and black clothing was now blood splattered, and now looked more like polka-dots than anything. First thing first was the immediate problem, the intense danger of bleeding out that came with having your leg shredded. The dissonance between the checkered pattern of the rest of his outfit and the blood pooling underneath his leg was grimacing, he had been shredded by the explosion. Maria rarely examined the destruction she caused with a careful eye, it was almost breathtaking to her. She had much more important things to take care of now, however.

Sterilizing the wound would’ve taken preference in most situations, however the only thing that came close to disinfectant that Grace had was kerosine, and that was a bit silly to utilize here. The next best thing might’ve been to try and remove the shrapnel she supposed, and even taking a quick glance of his leg lead to the real culprit. In the middle of her quick analysis, she was stunted by the man himself.

"Well, that was more my fault than yours. Maybe it's better this way. It did get me closer to you." Grace almost smiled, men round here held their charm highly she supposed.

“I bet you say that to all the girls that blew you up.” She shuddered a bit at the accidental innuendo, but the way he was looking right past her she wondered if he was even conscious of his own words, let alone hers. Her eye came back to the shrapnel wounds, the largest one was easily the problem child of the bunch. A bad influence on the rest of the horrific bodily harm he was experiencing, it made sense to her in that moment to remove it. He wondered if he would care if she ripped the shrapnel out? "I didn't think anyone would be coming through here!” Yeah Grace, make excuses, that’ll help out in this situation. Too late for reparations, though. “Shit! Shit! Do I pull this thing out or leave in!"

No response, which clearly indicated consent, right? His hands fumbled in the dark, Grace wondered if he was trying to do prayers in sign language, or just reaching out for something in his pockets. Whatever it was, Grace put both hands around the shrapnel in question, and breathed in preparation for the invasive surgery she was planning. “One...two….”

A shadow fell upon the two of them, not that Grace noticed or cared. What did set her off however, was the whisper in the dark.

Van Vliet’s eyes went wide, and in a nervous panic she pulled on the shrapnel, ripping it from the strangers flesh jaggedly as she turned. A rotten mask of flesh lurched over her, the white in his eyes burning bright in the dark, with the glint of the steel blade shining from the bonfire.

Fuck.

He lurched out faster than Grace could move out of the way, Van Vliet threw up both arms and felt the sting of the blade and the sound of ripped fabric, she was about to need a new sweater and antiseptic to go along with it. It wasn’t long before she lunged forward with her right hand, the problem piece of shrapnel aimed right at the monster’s eyes.

(LATE EDIT!- I didn't want to godmod, but I was thinking that Galen might pass out from shock from Grace pulling out the shrapnel? I have no idea if that is even feasable, but I'll let you decide.)
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC-

Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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Dorchadas Dearmad
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"AGH! Shit!" Galen exclaimed as the jagged metal was torn from his leg. Pain surged through his body as he clamped his hand over the wound to stem the flow of blood. He could feel his heart beat quicken, his vision began to blur, and despite his proximity to such a large fire, he felt strangely cold. Currently lacking the strength to call out to anyone, Galen lost himself in thoughts on the situation. Ardghal had better pull through on this one. Dying in a pit because of a mine, with my last action being a failed charade to get into a girl's just isn't the right finale for a play like this. Or is it?

Meanwhile, the girl had begun to retaliate against Ardghal. The ghoul wasn't expecting her to put up a defense at all, let alone lash back this quickly. She lurched forward with a hunk of metal she tore out of Galen and stabbed at his eyes. Ardghal was fast, but there is only so much one can do when locked in melee in such a way. He ducked quickly enough to avoid going blind, but received a heinous wound on his brow as the metal tore through the desiccated flesh of his forehead.

This was the first time Ardghal had seen her up close, however. Her pale skin, her ridiculous clothing, and her unkempt hair all seemed to scream 'innocence.' She was like a child that never truly grew up to realize just what kind of world she lived in. She was as a virgin lamb to his wolf, and he wanted to sink his teeth into her with every fiber of his being.

Ardghal growled in pain while backpedaling. Blood dripped down his face and slowly flowed over his tightly shut left eye. "It would have been easier for everyone if you had just sat there and died! I promise you, before tonight is over, you are going to be begging me to end your life!"

The ghoul pulled up his phazer and fired three shots set to stun, not wanting to kill her just yet, or in such an impersonal manner. There would be time for that later.
Ardghal Kane(ghoul) Level 2 Small Frame, Improv Artist, Creep
Texas Raiders: -25 Bucket Town: +5
4(+1)-7-3-3(+1)-10-8-6
Inventory: kitchen knife--wealthy tribal clothes/1 molotov--phazer(stun)--slaver brand-1 large hide--whetstone--Amazon loin cloth--Gila's Bite--a pair of eyes--bottle of water--sewing needle

Galen Geste(Human)(companion) Sex Appeal, Jinxed, Revolving Killer
7-4-3-9-4-10-3
Inventory: Red and black checkered formal clothes--2 molotovs--rudimentary revolver--switchblade--funky comb--red dye

Sutekh Murmurus(glowing ghoul) Marksman, improv artist, spongey
3-5-3-10-7-4-8
Inventory: phazer, kitchen knife, 2 stun grenades, purple robes and mask(post war formal wear), religious text
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Grace fumbled the precesion ocular strike, aiming for the eyes and ripping an eyebrow in half as he pulled back from the incoming handheld shrapnel. The blood ejaculated itself out the wound and found it's way, almost ironically, in Grace's eyes. "Fuck," she mumbled under her breath as she used her sleeve to wipe the blood out of her eyes, trying to hold back the digust she had for mixed bodily fluids. Tonight's not my night...

The presumabley soon to be amputee victim behind her had let out a deafening scream when she nabbed the shrapnel from his flesh, and her eyes still stung with blood & water from her attempt to take the ghoul's sight herself. She breathed deep as she saw him scurrying out of melee range, and Grace was too busy trying to clear up her eye sight to bum rush a deranged walking skeleton while she was still hindered by poor vision herself.

His figure was blurry, a combination of the bright light of the fire and the dark sky and the bad blood between them, Grace was more adrenaline than brains right now and the restlessness of the lull in battle was driving her mad, but an opening was soon to open up, and Van Vliet thanked the heavens begrudgingly. The ghoul's voice growled as blood flowed from his open wound,

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"It would have been easier for everyone if you had just sat there and died! I promise you, before tonight is over, you are going to be begging me to end your life!"


She couldn't believe it, this foolish cartoon characterization of a villain was gloating instead of fighting! His monologue sparked a gas leak in Gracie's brain, and still partly blind, she pulled for a molotov from under her sweater. Lighting a cocktail was muscle memory at this point, and in a swift motion she lit a rag and gave it a light toss at the ghouls feet, knowing very well that she was only inches out of range at most.

Timing was never Grace's strong suit however, as her powerplay barely coincided with the end of the ghoul's taunting. Before she heard the crack of her fire-work on the ground, phazer shots rang out that sounded like a childrens playtoy sounding off, but felt like punches from a heavy weight prizefighter. She convulsed as she fell to the ground backwords, unsure if her eyes were going to open again.
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC-

Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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Ah yes, the classic struggle over pants. Be it prewar clothes or loinclothes, there's nothing like pants brawl. This seems to be half finished though, which is unfortunate. The entire showdown ends right when it was getting good. If you guys are fighting over pants and you get about halfway through, I figure each of you should get a pant as reward.

For DD

Sweat pant - Show everyone how much you love to relax or workout in this pant. Chose what leg you want to show of today and get this nice pant on. Its light gray and luckily for you rather clean.

For CP

Jean Pant - Ah yes, rugged American tough skin denim pant. Once you break in this pant you'll be talk of the town. Its a rough pant for a rough and tumble lifestyle. Once you've washed them three times or so you might be able to walk around decently in this pant.
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THE CURSE OF THE MUMMY

The spirits have taken an interest in you for all the wrong reasons! Unexpected challenges will come to you during your RPs but the rewards doled out will be much juicier. It is possible to live with such a curse, but if you would rather live curse free, you could simply sell the corpse and wash your hands of the whole situation.

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LonesomeDrifter23: Sometimes I think MBP is a being made entirely of satire.
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