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Revenance NPCs ([personal profile] revenancenpcs) wrote in [community profile] revenance_rpg2012-12-12 11:22 am

No More Monkeys Jumping On the Bed [Open]

Characters: An unwanted guest...and you
Content: BOSS BATTLE
Location: Fifth District Greenhouse
Time: Evening
Warnings: Violence. It’s a boss battle, guys. C’mon.

My, the Fifth District is nice this evening, isn’t it? Whether you’re just passing through or going Nightmare-hunting, you can’t deny that that greenhouse is a lovely feat of architecture. It might even distract you from the fact that you haven’t been attacked by Nightmares at all since you entered the district; an oddity, given that this area is usually very Nightmare-prone.

The peace and quiet doesn’t last long, however. There’s a rattle and an unholy screech undercut by the cacophony of shattering glass, and the greenhouse roof explodes outwards. You cover your face and turn away, waiting for the glass to settle before heading towards it. No matter whether you jump down from the broken roof or head in via the doorway, you’re greeted with the same sight: the upper half of a giant multicolored monkey. It screeches again; obviously it’s not happy to see you, and it’s about to make that known. Rearing back, it takes a swing at you with one massive paw.

Good luck.

[OOC: Welcome to your first boss fight! This is Hockomonkey and he doesn’t like you. Hockomonkey will be controlled by the mods, who will also determine (via dice roll - we’re kicking it D&D style) whether attacks land and how much damage they’ll do. We’ll keep the technical stuff on the back end - just write like you normally would. There is no tag order in this thread; however, we do ask that you keep up a relatively quick tagging pace, especially if your character teams up with any others for joint attacks or strategies.]
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[personal profile] unrecovered 2012-12-23 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
Eventually he was going to remember that his luck with this sort of thing was always completely terrible. Today was evidently not that day.

Wash had just barely raised his rifle to firing position when the hand flew at him, getting under his guard and punching him hard in the stomach. Given the damn thing was nearly as big as his chest, the blow sent him tumbling backwards end over end. He managed to roll to his feet and staggered backwards, thrown off by momentum and dizziness and the fact that he couldn't quite breathe right - the hit had knocked the wind out of him. He forced himself to stay upright, tried to keep breathing and keep an eye on the hand at the same time. He saw the ping on the edge of his HUD as his healing unit kicked in; that should take care of whatever damage the hand had caused, at least.

His eyes widened as the soft green light appeared before him. It faded just as quickly as it had come, and evidently took his injuries with it: he could breathe, his head had cleared, and nothing hurt. It was as though the hit had never landed.

The swiftly evident downside to this was that the healing unit took a few seconds to calibrate; it hadn't yet had the chance to take this unexpected turn of events into account, and the painkillers it was still pumping into his bloodstream, in the absence of any pain to kill, dimmed the edges of his awareness instead.

Terrible luck. Yeah.

He noticed a few others closing in on the hand going after him and he took himself out of the line of fire. He needed the extra few seconds for the healing unit to calibrate again, and he couldn't risk hitting any of his allies like this. A sideways glance told him that Namine was still okay. There was something to be said for small favors, at least.