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 Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 10:16 pm
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There group of three suddenly became one of four, and Alexander nodded at the newcomer, the boil he had met briefly in Christmasland but hadn't gotten a chance to speak with since then. Just another student to worry about, and the zomboil could quickly feel his anxiety shifting towards anger and annoyance. Where were all of these people when Medea had asked for their sacrifice, for them to join the cause? He bore the mark of the lost clans, and it meant something to him. He carried a Fear shard, hidden away, collected Fear for the horsemen, and it meant something to him. Why were they here now? Why did they suddenly offer themselves up to help when they didn't even know what they were helping with?
And then a voice. A very, very unwelcome voice, because it was the last voice he wanted to hear at that moment.
"Sophie??" He sounded incredulous, and possibly just a bit angry when she approached, shouting at him like he had done something wrong. "What are you doing here?? It's not safe! Nobody else should be here!" He reached up to rub a hand up and down his face, fighting to keep control of his anger. He'd been doing so well with it lately, only snapping when the strain of his emotions were too strong to bear anymore. But this was all too much. He was suddenly a single initiate in a swarm of students who had no idea what they might be getting into.
But it was too late for that now. Medea was speaking, and a hush had fallen on the crowd. A blinding white light, a vision of wispy figures, and then a portal. He reached out and grabbed a hold of Sophie's wrist.
"If you are going to insist on being here, then you need to stay with me. There are things I haven't been able to tell you yet, things you don't understand." His single eye bore into her as he growled his words. "I can try to keep you safe, but I can only do so much, do you understand?" Xiu's words aside, Alexander felt responsible for the ghoul, though he appreciated the baku's offer to help keep his sister safe from harm.
When she was ready to go, whether she chose to stay or to leave, he went through the portal.
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Shaheen's wings twitched in anticipation, and she hung on every single one of Medea's words. A gathering like this could only mean one thing. Fear harvesting. Hunting humans. Blood on the ground. Conflict. A grin split her face and she reached out to grab Shik's arm in excitement, dragging him towards the portal if she had to.
She must have missed the part about bringing back those that were lost somehow. If she'd thought about that too much she might have been a little more apprehensive about going through with this plan.
((double exit!))
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 10:24 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 10:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 10:28 pm
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"I don't think Medea cares about Halloween at all," Lizzy muttered in reply, going quiet as she frowned, knowing that Aymet spoke the truth; it was Medea who led them to the island, and Medea who gave them the opportunity to rescue the kidnapped students, but she couldn't shake the feeling that maybe Medea did it for herself. To throw the hunters into chaos after what they did to her homeland. Not for Amityville, and certainly not for Halloween.
When the portal was opened, and the invitation extended, Lizzy hesitated; the last time she followed Medea, she almost died, and she aided in something she was against - the kidnapping of several hunters. But that tiny, angry voice at the back of her mind urged her forward... A look was thrown in Calder's direction.
"A battle... I'm guessing," She answered softly, and then took off after the rest of them, her heart heavy.
She hoped she wasn't going to end up regretting this.
[Exit!]
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 12:37 am
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Mort just stood by numbly as Aymet gave him lip and then settled to direct his dark new attitude elsewhere, the sick feeling in his non-existent innards twisting ominously. Wrong. There was no shaking it, there was just something wrong going on here: the hidden excitability glinted in dark eyes. All wrong. Thus when someone pressed their wet face against him, it was only natural for Mort to mumble, "S'okay, Bells -"
- but then it hit him in the gut. Bells wasn't touching him, in fact refused to close the gap like she always did. And it wasn't her voice asking after his health but someone else, someone who as soon as he recognized it felt a sharp jab of guilt. "Freya?" he asked confusedly, turning his head to her with concern. She looked worse for wear as well, and the ashen sight of the tearful Valkyrie made him swallow hard.
But one question was all it took for it to click in the zomboil's mind. He set his mouth in a grim line for a moment, not wanting to address the issue right now of all times but not able to reconcile her knowing and Bells not - but that was made simple for him. The witch had taken offense and briskly told them she was off, and he could only stare after her with growing frustration and guilt and anxiety all at once.
Everything was wrong.
"Mrrr . . . No," he answered quietly, draping an arm around Freya's shoulders as he watched others march in. Alex, Xiu, Sophie - Jack dammit! - and - and --
A hulking black mass. A thundercloud dark in portent, insatiable in its hunger.
He clutched her tighter as his brows turned up with growing concern and most unwanted helplessness. "Wrong, wrong, wrong . . . St-Stick t'gether, mkay? Will be rough ride ahead. Promise will keep safe." And as soon as they caught up, he'd do the same for Bells - strange behavior or not.
(( Exit! ))
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Shik didn't have much to say in the matter with Shaheen dragging him along like a pet. But it was an easy decision to make anyway: slaughter or no slaughter? What else would war do?
The visions of those lost to the phoenix irked him once again, and he acted as if to ignore them just as Shaheen did. He had made his peace twice - if there was a hope to save them, he wasn't going to entertain it.
The dead had been remembered and mourned. Why couldn't they stay dead?
The executioner snorted to himself as he waded through the foggy crowd, making eye contact with no-one and forcing himself not to look for long-lost ones. No peace today.
Just bloodshed.
(( Exit! ))
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 1:13 am
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Freya felt the arm of her friend curl around her, and she crumpled into it, her eyes staring at the retreating form of Belladonna with a soft, hollow sadness. She needed - no, she had to stop being so selfish. Just because she needed her friends right now, didn't mean.. it didn't mean they could all be there for her. That had been her mistake all along.
Her mistake.
She cringed back into Mort's embrace, her tiny form buried under her coat and against her friend's body, and she said nothing as she let him lead her somewhere that - by his words - was going to be rough. She wanted to pull away, and run, anywhere but there, but she couldn't muster the strength to peel herself away from Mort. She couldn't muster up the strength to do anything but cry.
She pulled her hood tighter to cover her face, at the same moment Herryk moved into view, and she blinded herself to the path ahead, choosing to remain oblivious until otherwise necessary.
Mort would protect her. She truly believed that. She just didn't know if she was worth protecting, anymore.
((exit))
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 4:59 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 6:48 am
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The delicate fingers resting on Kiwi's shoulders tightened at his confession, and she drew him back so they were pressed together briefly, from shoulder to hip. Not quite a hug, but a comforting gesture all the same. "They whisper through the mind," she murmured, watching him through the gauzy curtain of the veil that covered the right side of her face.
"Now you know." A statement of fact, nothing more. "You're one of us." It wasn't a fate she would have wished on anyone. Of course, back in that replica of a house, when the voices had at least been quieted, hadn't been Senga and herself clutching one another in panic at their absence? Backward though the logic was, the Insanity was a curse, but to some, the longer it plagued them, the more attached to it they became.. Kiwi was among the tainted few, but even as they were a group, they remained separate. "Remember your friends," she advised in earnest, duel toned eyes flicking up to Medea as she spoke once more of those fallen and the rebuilding of their once proud legacy.
Stepping back from the colt, the priestess curled her hand around one thin elbow, easing the Famine horsemen along with her as Medea pointed them towards the portal she had summoned. "Remember those of us who are flesh and blood, least you get caught up in the whispers." A sad smile followed this advice, and she let her hand fall away from him so she could step through the portal.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 7:04 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 10:16 am
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Christof listened to Aymet's description and Lizzy's warning, his expression unreadable as the hunchback glanced at his palm. There was still the swirling mark from Medea. Did that have something to do with it? The spider-ghoul sounded worried, and rightfully so. With power came danger.
But Aymet was right. Amrita might have insisted she could protect herself, protect him but... if things progressed the way they had, best wishes and good intentions were not going to keep them safe.
By the time he registered that Calder had also joined them, he gave the Kelpie a stern look before signing, "Will-do-what-it-takes." and hurried after Lizzy. As he limp-trotted beside her, he reached up to give her shoulder an assuring pat and a weak, lopsided, stitched smile.
He would do what it took.
[exit]
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Bacca gave a frustrated grunt, crossing her arms across her chest in disapproval as Torgus began chatting with another clansman. Well, what her friend lacked in.... she hesitated for the word to describe her fellow War Brother... but he did make up for it in confidence and she deeply respected that. Even if she refused to show it. "Come, Torgus, there are humans to slaughter." Her claws were itching, but at least she was smiling again, leaping and fluttering off after the crowd.
[EXIT]
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 10:36 am
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Kiwi was a little taken aback by her sudden embrace, but he held his composure as she briefly leaned close. Her words were gentle, but something about "one of us" settled uneasily into his spine and made his stomach flutter. One of them ... one of the Insanity-inflicted ... but what did that mean?? ... could he trust them?? ... Did he even want to be "one of them"?? ... either way, it couldn't be helped.
Remember his friends?? ... Kiwi thought a moment, mentally racing across faces, from Nergui standing before him, to Soren, Senga, Lan ... His fingers crept up to the spindly flowers in his hair, his last thought on Mara. Mara, who he had thought of most, who must be somewhere in the white nothingness Medea was even now showing them ...
But did ... that mean ... he would lose her ... again?? ... Or worse, would he ... lose everyone?? ... The voices in his mind wouldn't leave him be, even now whispering things he couldn't quite discern ... until Nergui grabbed his elbow, guiding him with her to the portal. Her last words echoed through his mind. His friends. Remember his friends. Those ... who are still alive.
Kiwi watched Nergui go, and slowly beginning to accept her words, followed after her through the portal.
[EXITING]
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 6:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 11:46 am
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She was getting a little antsy - watching all these members of her clan - the Lost Clan - and initiates wandering around, talking between themselves, and Medea at the front, the head-priestess who some considered a leader of a sort, who did, in fact, help with her insanity when they came here, but was not considered a leader by her. She was very independent. Willing to listen to her queries, and answer the pleas, but not one to follow someone blindly in to battle without a good reason. She had learnt her lesson beforehand, with previous wars that they had waged.
As she watched the Head Priestess prattle on about something or another, it became evident to her that whatever she was doing was some further magic of a sort, shadows of the past starting to flicker and come alive around her, voices starting to wisp and come alive around her, making her shiver a little in apprehension. Whatever was happening made her a little worried - were they trying to summon something further, like the time with the crystallization?
Watching the portal open up to whatever Medea had started with this gathering, she kept her eyes on the shades, the flickers of life, before starting her way towards the portal herself. She would get her answers soon enough, she figured, and taking the initiative, she filed in line to jump through. She would see this to the end, and standing proud, she would not let anyone past her defenses. She had proven herself more than once, hadn't she?
[ Exiting ]
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