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 Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 11:48 pm
When not in class, Ash had been overtaken by the urge to PROTECT HOME.They were very clear in their instructions:PROTECT.
PATROL.
DESTROY.
The compulsion was strong. It was getting to the point where, without Thackery or some other person close to him present, the compulsions were a nigh cataclysmic cacophony in his mind.
So.
Henry Ashford Charles the Third was dressed. Black shoes. Grey socks. Black slacks. Grey and maroon dress shirt, no cufflinks. Black gloves, thick and made of dragon leather. His bismuth helm. Apron. Great knife.
Every inch of him was covered, save for his neck-- the last scarf he'd had, Hisstofer had devoured in a fit of rage, to show Ash who was TRULY boss.
Ash inhaled, deep, letting his mind focus on his goal, the hissing voices finally dying down as he acquiesced to their request-- no. Their demand.
The Pyramidkind boil left his bedroom, dragging the Great Knife behind him, advancing towards the exit of the reaper dorms. He set off to patrol the perimeter of all of Amityville, starting with the undead hall.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 7:47 pm
"O-okay! This time you'll get it, I'm sure!" The voice that echoed was shaking at best, in a tone of optimism that was more for her benefit than for whomever it was she was speaking to. "Now...DC, Sit!" There was a brief silence that followed, and then--- "Good boil! Now, play living!" Next came the horrid, angry growls that few students would remember from their first days in halloween; granted, those memories were from an adult Death Charm, while the ones that rang near the Undead Dorms were more juvenile. Juvenile, but certainly no less chilling.
The sad part was, DC wasn't horrid or angry or chilling; these terrible noises were his happy noises, and he was making them aplenty in his order to 'play living'.
"Okay, Hush!" It was hard to hear her over the tearing growls and the deep rumbles, but they suddenly stop. "Good Boil! Next---" She paused suddenly, tilting her head and turning an ear towards the sky; the sound of the dragging knife had caught her attention. That was somewhat of an unusual sound around these parts; perhaps a new student? Or maybe...
The chill of what she had done to that one Hunter was still fresh; maybe he was back to finish her off?!
"Who's there?" She called out hesitantly; if it was that Hunter, or maybe another Hunter, there was no point in hiding; if it was an enemy, she had to be sure to stop them before they got inside the dorms.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 7:57 pm
He heard the sound of growls carrying through the air, fist tightening around the handle of his blade in response. It was likely nothing, but Ash was convinced it was something to threaten HOME-- "Ashford," is what he calls out after a moment of uneasy silence, stopping short of the other. He tilts his helm upwards, curious as to what he sees--
The world is grey, but that does not come as a surprise.
While he knew who Amrita was, she wasn't recognizable amid the monotone shading and--
The grey slides away, and some of the grim expression slides off his face. "Amrita?" He's ...almost hopeful in asking. He edges closer, knife dragging along the grass.
He's unsure of his location, and doesn't quite recall leaving. It grips at his heart, but he's not sure what 'it' is.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 8:26 pm
Ashford?
The name made her hesitate, but the voice made her curious. She recognized the voice even if she didn't immediately recognize the name, and the silence was building, bringing up fresh wounds and igniting every fiber of caution she had in her entire being. When the heavy helmed figure drew up towards her and her little beastie though, recognition shot through her and broke the uneasy silence and tension.
"Ash!" Part relief at seeing a friend and part scolding for scaring her, the Patchwork took a step forward to close the distance, leaning down to peer under his tilted helm; she certainly was not the small child he'd easily remember. There was something different about him, too. She couldn't put her finger on it though, and instead chalked it up to shock over her appearance. Why not? There was little other reason to act like that around her. With that aside though...his weapon was out, and that was cause enough to make her frown with worry.
"Are you okay?"
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its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 12:20 pm
The grey swam around him, swaddling him like a babe in its cloths.
Amrita would see some strange discolouration, minor at first glance, underneath the helm. Too much time spent in his space, however, made the reaper uneasy.
He pushed her, staggering back, a gloved fist clenching in front of him.
"We do not think," Ash murmured, low and sickly sweet, voice grating in his throat, "that your definition of 'okay' is aligned with ours."
He slid into a defensive stance, blade scraping against the ground-- and waited.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 6:36 pm
Something...something was wrong. She could feel it, and...and then she thought she could see it. The unease made her tense as the moments ticked by, and when Ash pushed her she stumbled back, fighting to keep her balance on backwards feet. Once she found her ground she stared at him, her eyes wide as saucers.
...We...? Ours? What?
Wrong, her mind screamed, her instincts to protect herself beginning to whirr to life. Something is wrong it continued as her gaze dropped to his blade, cringing at the cry of metal against the ground. That was never a good noise, though this was by no means a good meeting with an old friend.
"Wh-What's wrong with you, Ash?!" She demanded, her voice raising in mild panic; she had been part of enough fights to know what that stance meant, after all. "I'm your friend, remember?!"
The Vetala made no move to take a stance other than confused.
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its me debz rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 10:49 am
His world had long since shifted to grey-scale. Amityville's murky browns had been replaced by gunmetal and cement and fog, the colours of the dreary and the immobile.
The colours of insanity.
"There is nothing wrong with us," he replied, voice echoing from underneath his helm, mouth stretched into a wide grin underneath it.
"We merely wish to protect home." With no small amount of effort, Ashford lifted the Great Knife, pointing it at Amrita. "You are in our way."
He sliced at the air, missing her by a relatively wide margin.
His voice is dissonant, and at best, Ash sounded...Far away.
"We do not know you."hp// 30 dmg// fear// 1 left
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 8:49 am
"W...WHAT?!" Amrita gasped out as though she had the air knocked out of her. "But...Ash...I'm like...I'm..." She faltered, floundering under the surprise of his words; what happened to the boil who had finger foods with her? The one who seemed so nice to her was now essentially calling her the enemy.
It hurt.
"Ash, please, l-listen to reason!" She pleaded with him, easily ducking away from the swing of that massive sword. Yeah, let's avoid that; it looked like it'd be all sorts of painful to get hit with. "How am I in your way?! I'm just training my minipet!" The Death Charm was at her side, growling and hissing in warning to the odd-smelling student in front of him; the usually mellow Charm's firey veins were glowing white hot. "You know me, Ash! Please, please remember me!" Her voice was reaching a desperate pitch; she didn't want this to happen, this couldn't happen!
She didn't want to raise a hand against a friend, even a crazy one.
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 7
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 12:27 pm
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its me debz rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 12:28 pm
Grey tinted his vision. It had spread like a droplet of ink in water, expanding outwards, all encompassing.
"We," he murmured, low and dangerous. "Are more than merely Ashford."
There was no right now appended to the end of that sentence. There was no 'me' versus 'it' -- when the affliction took over. It was a constant presence he was aware of-- even if it was not speaking, he knew it was there. Like a poison.
A slow c**k of the head as she questioned him, the creak of his helm a filling the silence in the air.
"We must protect home. It is our duty."
Ash's skin itched, in the places between grey and pale white, and he raised his blade.
"Our apologies," the reaper murmured, sickly sweet and insincere, swinging his great knife. "We have a task."
The grey flickered, colour seeping back in.
A hot wave of disgust roiled in Ashford's belly-- again. His shoulders hunch and he drops his weapon out of surprise, suddenly appearing frightened. He had done this again, how awful-- but then the vivid light of the world snapped away.
His mind reeled.
hp// 30
dmg// 3
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 1:19 pm
On instinct Amrita raised her hands to protect herself, his knife slicing across her palms as she awkwardly bent her wrists to try and catch the blade, trying to get out of it's way at the same time. The blade sliced across her palms, splitting the skin but not yet deep enough to draw dead blood. One of the perks of being undead, really.
"F-fine, but...but Ashford is still in there!" She argued, desperate to end this without having to raise a hand against a friend. This whole situation was just confusing, so confusing. "How is attacking me protecting home? I'm not hurting home, I'm not a jackin' Hunter! I try to save our home." Reason didn't seem to be working, but that flicker of recognition - even though it was pure disgust - made her hopeful that he was still there, somewhere. That reaction of his looked like remorse to her, and remorse was something she could at least try to handle.
"It's okay, Ash! I'm not hurt, I'm not, I promise. I know you didn't mean it, just please--please come back! Please!" If that didn't work, she'd have to do something she really, really didn't want to do. Just to be safe, she lowered her FEAR down a level.
HP: 37/40
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its me debz rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 9:58 pm
Ashford was not in his right mind, but that didn't make him any stronger. Amrita was more experienced, even if she was taken off guard by his behaviour.
If he was in his right mind, he'd think to praise her for her ingenuity, to quietly admire her strength.
But he isn't, so he doesn't.
He does give pause, letting the undead ghoul's words wash over him. "It's true," the reaper intoned, nodding his helm.
"We are unaware of hunters. Everything is a threat to home," and the way the word comes out implies that Amityville, perhaps, is not the home in question.
He flexed his gloved fingers tighter around his Great Knife. "You are not hurt yet," Ash corrected, swinging again. The sensing of her Fear levels lowering came too late, but as it did, the Pyramidkind reaper stumbled back, the iron will draining out of his body.
Ash felt sick to his stomach.
"You," he said to his friend who he had just been attacking, oh Jack-- "I'm sorry," is all he can bemoan, the weight of his blade clattering to the ground.
"It keeps happening, this--"
Ash flexes his hands, the echoes in his mind swirling, at bay, for then-- a moment of clarity, of startling clarity--
He stares at her, looking lost like a scareling does in the Maul when left alone.
damage// 4 enoh love the slowest the slowest it is me
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