His world flickered into focus, from black to streaks of white before mellowing out into gray. Merope cracked open his good eye and stared, blinking slowly as the world failed to come into adjustment. He slowly stirred from his prone position on the ground, using his hands to prop himself up into a sitting position.
He stared at the fog blankly. The undead groaned, leaning forward to cup his face in his hands before groaning, "What did I drink last night?"
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Name: Merope HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: Undead Lost-Fathoms Leviathan. Wearing Top middle outfit. Currently male.
Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 4:18 pm
What happened? Solia was rather unsure, but she did know a few key things. One, her head hurt. Two, grey was this season's black or whatever. Three- Someone said something about drinking and she sure as all hell didn't touch the kool-aid those life techs had given her. Sorry, but no.
Rolling onto her side and slowly leaning up, Solia got her bearings. As much as she could get anyway. Something... glowly, just hidden by the fog. Israfel summoned, she stood up. "Um- Hello?" She called out. "You're not one of the crazy ones are you?" She really hoped it wasn't.
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Name: Solia Delacroix HP: 40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: she's 5 foot brown hair/eyes, ruffled blouse, skinny jeans+heels. Her weapon is a silver/blue long bow with a familiar blue rose at one end. (Israfel)
As Solia called out, Merope's head whipped up as he began to search the fog. In a moment the undead had scrambled to his feet. He rocked forward onto his tip-toes, talons scratching against the hard floor as he tried to unsuccessfully peer over the fog. "Uh, not that I know of?" He called back, shifting back onto the pads on his feet. "Where are you? Who are you?"
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Name: Merope HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: Undead Lost-Fathoms Leviathan. Wearing Top middle outfit. Currently male.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 4:59 pm
The voice of Merope responded! Huzzah, she was not so alone! But, naturally, she didn't know who she was with. "I'm over her- er, Just look for the glowing blue rose?" He held up Israfel waving him back and forth. Ahhhhhhh I am not a lantern! But you glow! Oh fine. The rose glowed as did the runes, Solia trying to get the voice to notice her. Which was.. against horror movie code but there you go. "I'm Solia! Who are you? And, are you the glowing dots?" She wasn't going to glowing dots unless she knew what they were. Not breaking that horror movie code.
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Name: Solia Delacroix HP: 40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: she's 5 foot brown hair/eyes, ruffled blouse, skinny jeans+heels. Her weapon is a silver/blue long bow with a familiar blue rose at one end. (Israfel)
At the question, Merope looked down at himself. "Uh... I'd say they're more stripes than spots but whateves. Can you see me? I can see you!" He flicked his fin-like wings out and in, half-flapping and half-wiggling them as he headed towards the blue light.
"I'm Merope, I thi-" he stopped as she came into view, blinking his good eye. "I... I don't think we've met before?" He ventured.
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Name: Merope HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: Undead Lost-Fathoms Leviathan. Wearing Top middle outfit. Currently male.
Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 5:58 pm
"Spotty stripy things. End result is you glow and that is good enough for me!" Hopping to the noise and glow, Solia found herself looking a zombie..dragon... thing. It was taller than her, too. Of, ********, course. Lowering the bow, she smiled as best she could. "Uh, firstly I'm not looking to fight. Just... looking to find out what's causing this stuff?" A hand waved to the mist in general. "But... If I tell you something you promise not to attack me? I mean, it happened before I was a hunter okay I didn't know he had baggage!" I did not! Solia just wanted to get the whole, 'yeah I'm maybe holding a dead friend of yours in my hands' out of the way. "I just want to do this mission and have it be a success okay? It's my first 'real' one too." All the 18 year old pouting. All of it.
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Name: Solia Delacroix HP: 40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: she's 5 foot brown hair/eyes, ruffled blouse, skinny jeans+heels. Her weapon is a silver/blue long bow with a familiar blue rose at one end. (Israfel)
Merope slowly blinked with his right eye, the left staring blankly from the exposed skeletal portion. "Uh... why would I be on the lookout for a fight?" He looked the hunter up and down, oblivious to what she was and what her organization stood for. "Because I have no idea what you're talking about."
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Name: Merope HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: Undead Lost-Fathoms Leviathan. Wearing Top middle outfit. Currently male.
Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 6:16 pm
With that response there was a sense of relief as he seemed to not be all crazy pants for killing her. Maybe he was like that Bul guy. And LW. Just good people. Halloween but not 'evil'. "I dunno frankly. Well I do in theory, but I try not to judge everyone by a few bad apples you know. But uh... you recognize this?" She held up the bow. "His name is Israfel. I guess... he was a student until recently. Then I got him and now everyone hates me for it? I don't get it though because... he told me... he wanted this so it's all really muddled." And scoot back. Pray the nice halloweener didn't go berserk.
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Name: Solia Delacroix HP: 40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: she's 5 foot brown hair/eyes, ruffled blouse, skinny jeans+heels. Her weapon is a silver/blue long bow with a familiar blue rose at one end. (Israfel)
At the question of recognition, Merope shook his head. "Nope. That's a pretty bow th-" he stopped as she continued, confusion crossing his features. "Uh... I don't follow. Israfel was like..." He reached out and waved vaguely. "This tall and and wings and stuff. Not that. Unless you named it Israfel which I guess is okay?" He shrugged. "It glows and I glow so I guess it really is okay. You're kinda weird though."
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Name: Merope HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: Undead Lost-Fathoms Leviathan. Wearing Top middle outfit. Currently male.
Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 6:41 pm
Oh. Oh? He might not... know. About what happened to me. He didn't seem to know what you were so... it's possible he didn't know about what could be done? It made sense. The only problem was explaining it. "Israfel.. he was a siren. With wings, like a bluejay. A student I guess at the school? From went I know he went with us.. and became this?" A shrug. "Was a siren and now is a bow. I dunno how it works exactly but that's just how it is. And hey now. You're the weird one. Mr... water dragon, zombie... thing! I am a perfectly normal okay semi-normal human!"
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Name: Solia Delacroix HP: 40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: she's 5 foot brown hair/eyes, ruffled blouse, skinny jeans+heels. Her weapon is a silver/blue long bow with a familiar blue rose at one end. (Israfel)
Merope shook his head. "Still don't believe you. I wasn't close to Israfel anyway. Or anyone, really."
An awkward moment passed between them. "I don't know whether I should be asking you this, but... Where are we?" He gestured, spreading his arms wide to indicate the surrounding area.
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Name: Merope HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: Undead Lost-Fathoms Leviathan. Wearing Top middle outfit. Currently male.
Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 7:29 pm
He wasn't attacking her because he didn't believe her? "Fair enough. I'm just tired of people wanting to jump me for it. As for where we are..." She gave a shrug. "Last I knew we were stuck at some house and told to find insanity but being stuck we then got stuck to patrol. After that-" She motioned around them. "Preeeeeety much fog land. Dunno exactly what happened but I woke up here. Here being relative to I haven't a clue. Only that I really, REALLY, don't want to fight another insanity pony." The rose gave off a blue ping of light.
"He says he's sorry he can't remember much by the way. He knows things but not.. people."
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Name: Solia Delacroix HP: 40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: she's 5 foot brown hair/eyes, ruffled blouse, skinny jeans+heels. Her weapon is a silver/blue long bow with a familiar blue rose at one end. (Israfel)
Merope didn't have anything to say in reply, giving her a shrug in reply to her. "Then we're swimming in the same pond," he replied, "Except I don't know how I wound u...p..." He trailed off, staring at the bow as it suddenly glowed. "I... uh. I guess that's okay then...?" He suggested carefully, giving both the bow and its wielder a look that said you're weird as best as a half-decomposed face could give.
"I guess we should probably look around," he suggested. "There's not much use staying he-" Something crunched under his foot as he took a step, the sound and feel along enough to make the undead scramble backwards and sit down on the hard floor. "Agh! I hate it when things get stuck in my toes!" He wailed, twisting his foot around to peer at it. Using his talons he began to pick out small pieces of glass.
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Name: Merope HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: Undead Lost-Fathoms Leviathan. Wearing Top middle outfit. Currently male.
Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 11:14 pm
She looked around. "It feels more fishbowl than pond to me personally." Just swim in a circle and hope you found something new. Seeing at it was pretty.. empty, she let the bow return to its unsummoned form. the rose ring fitting snugly one her finger, Israfel kept a gentle humming tune in her head. The look Merope sent her was met with a shrug. It was pretty weird. She'd fully admit that.
"Not going to lie, if we're together makes me feel better than if we were stuck alone. I- Oh s**t." Glass on the ground she scowled at the broken vial, looking for any sort of bandages. Lacking any- Your scarf! The siren chirped. Cut it with a shard and use it to wrap his feet! It was a sound idea, the death hunter pulling off the scarf and holding it out. "We can wrap up your feet if you like. It's hard enough to see without needing to watch our feet."
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Name: Solia Delacroix HP: 40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: she's 5 foot brown hair/eyes, ruffled blouse, skinny jeans+heels. Her weapon is a silver/blue long bow with a familiar blue rose at one end. (Israfel)
Merope waved it off, shaking his head. "Nah. I don't like things on my feet. Even though the ground is rough, I'll live. I don't even feel it," he added, using the tip of his talon to dig out another piece, "It's just that I don't want my feet to go crunch crunch whenever I walk. And... there!" He flicked another piece free and stood up, shaking himself. "So? Now what? Pick a random direction and walk? We can keep our eyes on the ground to watch our step..."
The undead froze, tilting his head to one side as he stared at the hunter. "Uh... What happened to your bow? Don't reapers usually, like, have their weapons with them all the time or... something...?"
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Name: Merope HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: Undead Lost-Fathoms Leviathan. Wearing Top middle outfit. Currently male.
