As Tybalt walked, he began to wonder if it had been wise to leave the group after all. If he or they came across another of those monsters, wouldn't it have been better to fight it together? Monsters... Perhaps not then. He didn't want to make the same mistake as he had last time and attack his own allies. Maybe going alone was the right choice. If he failed, he would fail on his own and not drag down his friends with him.
So with his mind made up, he continued on, ignoring how the fog swirled and grew around him the further he walked.
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Name: Tybalt HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: Looks like this or this. Depending on which form he is in.
Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 2:23 pm
Tybalt pressed forward, wandering aimlessly and kicking at the dirt on the ground.
Wait dirt?
The black dog looked down in surprise. When had it become dirt? Wait--where was this? He stared in mild surprise at the reformed Fright Night grounds. Different, given the monochrome shades. But he could he could still hear the music and laughter. If not vaguely. But he was curious. Was his booth here as well?
Hesitating for a moment, he finally walked in the direction of where his K9 booth would have been. However he was stopped when a figure stood in his way.
"Umm you are..? Are you trapped here too?" He asked, tilting his had a little and squinting his eyes to get a better look at the stranger. A reaper maybe? Or was it...
"What are you fighting for?"
"Pardon?" Now he blinked, a look of confusion written all over his face. Just what was--
"Is it power? Is it for them?"
"Them?" He repeated. "You're going to have to be a little more specific if you want me to answer that." Regardless, the stranger continued, sweeping their weapon aside and revealing more shadowy shapes. Uhh...
"Would you tear away those who are seeking another path, force them into a life they do not wish to be in? I am not an unreasonable person. All I ask for is an exchange, and return of the things you have taken from me. You make your own choices; the choice is always yours to make."
Now his head shot up.
"What? No I--" He was about to deny it but stopped. Would he? Night chose a different path... and he forced the feline to dissipate in their spar because of it. He aimed to kill because of it. But Night was making a mistake! Surely he should do what he could to point that out to him, right?
His shoulders sagged a little.
No, that wasn't right. He couldn't pick for him. Night and the others had to make their choices for themselves. He had no right to choose for them. But he wouldn't agree with it either and even if it wasn't right he...
"Maybe I would and maybe its not right of me. But I'm not going to stand idly by and see my friends used!" He snapped. Yes. Even if it wasn't his decision to make, he felt a responsibility as a friend to stop them from making the wrong choice. A choice that would likely get them used and possibly killed in the end. "And what did I supposedly take from you?" He asked but the figure merely shook its head.
"You know very well what was taken. I would like it back."
"Listen.I didn't take anything from you. So you might as well back off and go find the person who did. Screw off!" He snarled, teeth bared in anger.
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Name: Tybalt HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: Looks like this or this. Depending on which form he is in.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 2:31 pm
The figure shook their head at the black dog.
"Stubborn, aren't we? No matter." They replied, raising their weapon, which was Tybalt's cue to attack. Though before he could even so much as touch the figure, the weapon came down and--
--He was surrounded by fog again and no figure in sight. There was no wound to speak of either and yet, something seemed off.
"s**t this stuff is going to drive me crazy."
Little did he know.
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Name: Tybalt HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 5% Items: None RP Blurb: Looks like this or this. Depending on which form he is in.
Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 2:50 pm
Still angry, he moved to walk away in an attempt to leave this patch of crazy behind him. Only, he didn't. He found himself sinking to his knees, as though robbed of all the strength in his legs. When he hit the ground, he found he was kneeling in something and with his hands he touched it to find...
Blood.
"Did he actually--" Only it wasn't his. The fog lifted a little, but only enough to reveal the sprawled form of someone. Who or what--he couldn't tell. But what he could tell, was that the blood belonged to them.
"Did that guy with the weapon do this to you?" He asked, shaking the victim's shoulder a little. No response. He gave them another, persistent shake and stopped when his eyes fell on the wound. "s**t." This person needed help and he wasn't sure he could offer it. His healing skills weren't always... Well, with that wound, at best he would be prolonging the inevitable.
"Sorry there's nothing I can do for you. I'll end the pain for you." He said, dropping his voice to a whisper and with one swift motion, he dragged his claws over their throat, ending the victims life faster. Whoever did this was sloppy. They should have insured their death instead of leaving them there in pain.
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Name: Tybalt HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 15% Items: None RP Blurb: Looks like this or this. Depending on which form he is in.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 3:09 pm
Pushing himself off the ground, the black dog left the now, lifeless figure behind and pressed on. He couldn't wait around, he had to keep looking for a way out of this mess, so that he and his friends could get out of this place. Friends... but he had left his friends. A stupid, stupid move, now that he thought about it. He should have stuck around to protect them. What if they came across that figure with the weapon?
He shuddered at the thought. Maybe they wouldn't make the same mistake and provoke the figure either. After all, they seemed to have a better grip on their temper than he did.
Though as he walked, he could hear something clatter and--
"Oh, here again? Oh, well, I would love the help!"
The black dog jumped back instinctively, eyes wide with surprise. It looked harmless, but looks could be deceiving.
"Help how?"
"I prepared some fresh ingredients already, so feel free to pick out a few. I'm not picky, really! I'll take anything you want to use."
Uhh...
The black dog walked over to the counter. There were different black shapes laid out and almost all of them stared back with an unnerving eyes and all of them were squirming.
Oh Jack! Please tell him these weren't minipets of some sort. The very thought made him feel ill. But there was no mistaking the similar shape.
"Don't be shy!" It called out, in the distance, kneeling over to check on a black, smoking mass from the side of a counter. "Or else how will you ever discover your talent?"
Talents? Well if he had to...
The black dog picked up the fluffy looking one with the white eyes and tried his best to ignore how it looked like a foxfire.
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Name: Tybalt HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 15% Items: None RP Blurb: Looks like this or this. Depending on which form he is in.
Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 3:14 pm
With the black... thing in hand, he returned to the other figure, handing it to them. Though when he did, he almost regretted it. The figure tossed it into a bowl and then shoved it into the oven. The fact that there was black smoke coming out and strange beeping noises didn't help. But the figure didn't seem to be alarmed. Which some how creeped the black dog out further.
She--it was telling him everything was okay when suddenly everything turned white.
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Name: Tybalt HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 25% Items: None RP Blurb: Looks like this or this. Depending on which form he is in.
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It was suddenly right in face. A big Jacking door. A big Jacking door that he happened to walk right into.
"Ow!" He cursed, rubbing his forehead and glaring up at the solid piece of s**t. Where had it come from, he had no idea. Everything was white and the suddenly door! How frustrating.
Grumbling, he moved to walk around it. But as he did, the door silently slid in front of him, barring his path. Another curse. He tried to back up instead, watching to see if the door would attempt it again. But it stayed where it was. Clearly if he wanted to press forward, it was making him go through the door. There was no way around it. Literally.
His decision made, he reached for the doorknob when something--someone seized his arm.
Nolita!
There was startled 'eek!' like sound from the black dog as he gawked up at his older sister.
Oh Jack, oh Jack! What was she doing here!? Did the school call here? Was she going to kill him? Was she--
"Don't go. Please. There's still another way. You don't have to do this!"
"Please?" He repeated the word, stunned. Since when did Nolita say please? She either demanded or beat the s**t out of you until you obeyed. She never asked or pleaded with someone. This was not his sister.
"Who the hell are you? Let me go!" He snarled, trying to snatch his arm away.
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Name: Tybalt HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 25% Items: None RP Blurb: Looks like this or this. Depending on which form he is in.
Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 1:40 am
The black dog struck out at his 'sister,' struggling until finally she... or whoever--whatever that was let go. Though when she did, he found that the door was no longer there, the voice was gone, and he was feeling more drained than when he arrived here.
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Name: Tybalt HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 25% Items: None RP Blurb: Looks like this or this. Depending on which form he is in.
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