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 Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:27 pm
You wake up.
The director is waiting for them at the base of Agency 666 and you realize that you've been purposely placed here to make a decision. He harrumphs as you near him, purposely trying to look busy, or as busy as a person who survived a fall from an immense tower could look. "Those hooligan horsemen, they destroyed everything. This will take us years a decade to fix, there is much work, so, so much work. Well, see, I am not saying we will need your help but perhaps we could use your intern work from time to time. You know, serving coffee. Nothing important of course. That is, as long as you aren't allied with them."
There is a long judging pause. He turns around.
"Whenever you are ready. Again, I am not your guardian or school or anything, we have a corporate business to run fixing things. Oh, there will be many things to be fixed after this, many a thing. Those poor Humans, they've lost it all, all their memories. Restoring each and every one and creating new ones, this isn't a job, this is a nightmare."
The door opens as he continues to ramble about census reports and taxes and you realize it is a door home. He pauses, turning around. "Well, are you going to go home or not. I'll send a report to your school about your intern work. It's passable I guess. We won't be needing your help again."
But he just said they would. OOC ALL STUDENTS:- If you are an initiate and you would LIKE to follow the horsemen, go instead, to this thread HERE and ask around. Otherwise, stay here, say and rp out your goodbyes, and then you may leave. - All students still remember everyone that occurred, even the absence and desecration of the ancient of Death. Yes, as they pass through the portal they remember very much what it is like to die and to see others die. Feel free to write a solo about this if you wish. Thank you all for your attention and time, you can expect some new "REAPING" quests to pop up sooner or later. In the meanwhile, feel free to rp the aftermath in the main Halloween guild as much as you'd like!
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 11:20 pm
Shun stood there, silent, even more so than was really normal for him. What had all happened just now was a lot for him to process. The words of those at the Agency were barely even registering with him right now. Something about future interning. Well, that was nice he supposed. Couldn't hurt to get in more reaping experience but...
Death.
Death was... gone? He really wasn't sure what that meant. Not just in general but specifically for him and other grim reapers who relied heavily on the concept. It was hazy at first, but it was coming back to him. The sensations he felt every time he was killed, along with the exact moments where he had slit a certain hunter's throat in the haunted house. Death.
That wasn't the only thing on his mind. Medea. The Horsemen. He and the others had failed to stop them. He gritted his teeth lightly at the thought. It was hard to say what that meant as well. Long ago since it seemed that the Hunters were the biggest problems he had to worry about. Now, he really wasn't so certain of that. He still didn't really think they were trustworthy but...
Well.
He didn't know how to feel about them right now. The hatred and desire to kill them all was still there, but the feeling wasn't quite as strong as before.
Too many things were swarming his mind and soon he realized just how tired he was right now. Fighting and giving his all, along with the crushing loss was taking its toll on him.
Shaking his head, he moved through the portal without a word.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 5:24 am
Falair had chosen.
She had left the clans, for good one could not say. But what Medea offered didn't seem right. Why would they need her for power and direction anyways. Falair was never one to get into pony politics anyhow. She just hoped her decision would not have negative effects to her big sister.
Well, now she was reall in the thick of it. Perhaps she would start a shop in town that seemed like a rather good endeavour for the time being.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 5:32 am
Pokerus woke up, back in her humanoid form and feeling rather miffed at what had happened. Medea had won, defeated the jacking ancient of death, which left them...well, she didn't have clue what the repercussions of this was. She wasn't a reaper.
"...I'm going back to bed." She groaned, then fell back down on the ground and feel asleep once more. She'd go into the portal later, but she had just spend the last few hours running around mazes, flying people around and biting famine horsemen. She would be taking her nap now kthx
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 8:27 am
Kenta shook his head when the director mention being allied with them. No! He definitely was not allied with anything that would take Death away! Did that mean his people, the undead, were now a dying breed themselves? If death was gone, then no one would die... Talk about over population, he thought cynically, a little depressed about it all.
"I'll drop by and help out time to time." He said as he left through the door. Serving coffee, making odd coffee flavors had been fun. He could do that again. He figured the last parting words of the director were a show: they needed the help, he had said so. So the ' not needing your help' was just a bluff.
Why had those idiot horsemen done that? He couldn't fathom a reason why. Power? It just didn't make sense. Mmur hadn't seemed like someone who would do such a thing... though that was the only horsemen he actually knew so maybe he was nicer than the rest?
Leaving through the portal, he felt what it was like to die again. At least I know what death is still, unlike in that dream with the darkness and the table...
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 10:07 am
Aisha was curled up, holding her own arms tightly. She remembered.... chaos. Things she didn't understand had happened. People had been transformed into warring factions of beasts and gods and then torn back and converted again.
She didn't know what to make of it. Was that man truly Death? Could he actually be gone?
She sat in a corner for a while in silence before rising and heading back to the school.
She just didn't understand.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 12:45 pm
At some point, someone had carried Lock up to the agency. He wasn't sure what kind samaritan had done this deed for him, nor why, but here he was.
All of the events that had transpired- Lock couldn't remember anything after being impaled by Amrita. There had been a suit of armor- he remembered calling Amrita his queen, but as to why or how he was bizarrely stupid. He didn't like this strange amnesia, he didn't like not knowing information, especially when it concerned his physical state.
He stumbled through the portal, unsure what to make of the events that had transpired. All he knew now was that the winds of fate were blowing. This wasn't the end, and there would be more in the future.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 1:06 pm
The djinn came back to herself laying on the ground with one arm curled around her side and a headache forming behind her eyes. She blinked into the light, wincing as it stung her eyes, and resolved to lay there a moment longer to let her body adjust to being conscious again.
Then she felt it, the ache in her side, the sharp throb that seemed to penetrate in waves deep into her abdomen. Her wrist hurt as well, but it was lesser, easy to ignore. An annoying soreness that seemed like nothing compared to the pain above her right hip.
Slowly she uncurled, sitting up, and her eyes went automatically to the angry wound and it's torn edges. It wasn't bleeding as badly now, which she took as a good sign, but Jack, it hurt.
Sucking in a breath and holding it, she clenched her teeth and lay her hand over the worst of it, calling a soothing balm of cold water to her hand. It made her wince, and a whimper slipped past her lips, but a moment later she was able to breath out, a long sigh of relief. "That's going to scar..." She sounded sulky, and why not? Every inch of dark skin up to this point had been flawless, untouched, despite the dangers she'd faced before this. Now she'd have a lasting reminder of her time in the tower. One she wasn't sure she wanted.
Damage assessed and dealt with, she finally looked up and out at the gathered students, and her glowing eyes searched that crowd for familiar faces.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 1:43 pm
The ground was vertical as Taima woke up, curled on her side, and it was disconcerting because she was pretty sure it hadn't been that way just a moment ago. Her tiny humanoid form ached from the unfamiliar exertion of combat that her natural shape would have shrugged off.
She remembered the tower and reaching the top. She remembered the vision of becoming something more and the glimpse she had been given of her own full potential. She remembered the fight--because there was always a fight, because no one would ever dream of sitting down and discussing their problems like they had been created with the ability to be at all rational.
She remembered the sharp and sudden anger she had felt as the Horsemens' meddling damaged the sky. She remembered the sound and feel of breaking bones as she crushed them between her talons. She remembered the vicious satisfaction she had felt at denying at least one of them, at least for a little while, the ability to further desecrate what was hers.
She felt very small as her fingers curled into claws and dug into the dirt. The part of her that had come to Amityville to be more than just a bird felt like she had failed. The sky was back to normal now, though, so maybe she had helped do something right, even if the Horsemen had won in the end.
Taima picked herself up and brushed herself off, ignoring the reaper as he babbled on about things that were ultimately inconsequential. She walked straight through the portal, eager to get back to familiar skies.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 2:16 pm
Alex awoke. Everything was brought back. Like a wave. It crashed on the harpy and that was that. He half lunged half flapped to a garbage bin and began to barf. Sadness, terror, pain, and death. Death came back to him. Memories of those on the battle field. Memories of his family. Memories of forgetting. Forgetting Death. That death existed.
For a little, Alex sat by the can and cried, emotionally overloaded. Death was gone. But he wasn't. Or was he? Could that even be possible? Can you destroy something like that? The Red Queen. Destruction. Danger. God. It just kept coming up.
Coughing, he rubbed his eyes and left through the portal.
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Eco-friendly Shapeshifter
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 2:38 pm
Maple woke up just as miserable as ever, maybe even more as everything that happened to her while on this 'internship' just came flooding back to her at the moment of waking. Her lower lip trembled until she pursed her lips tightly - she would not cry, she would not cry here. No.
She steeled herself, wrapping her arms around herself - ignoring the slight ache all over - as she just kept her eyes on the ground and headed towards the portals that would finally take her home. Where her friends were, she didn't exactly know, hadn't seen them after everything went into chaos. Maybe she should have gone looking for them but she just wanted to go home.
In her room she could let go, curl up on her bed and just released all her emotions and then... figure out where to go from there...
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 4:39 pm
Night woke up, surprisingly pretty cheerful about the whole event.
He waited though, for Amrita's direction. He knew the patchwork wouldn't go to the horseman, but he wouldn't go where Amrita wouldn't.
Plus he wanted more little cuddles and stuff, HE LOVED CUDDLING. AND KILLING BUT CUDDLING.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 7:52 pm
Amrita woke up, blinking away the sleep from her eyes as she looked around, dazed and confused. She felt heavy, and exhausted, and all manner of drained. What had she been doing, again? The memories were there, but they were foggy and twisted at best - what she could make out, she didn't like.
So, instead, she focused on what she could understand; namely, the one in front of her, simultaneously lamenting and begging for aid.
"I..." She started, finding her voice. "-I'm an Alumni, there's no need to send word to the school." They didn't really govern her any more, but she suspected they still sort of did, considering she still lived there. "I'll help whenever you need. Just...let me know." The ghoul sounded distracted at best, but still as sincere as she could make herself out to be.
"I'll uh...ok." Time to go home? She was okay with that. It was bed time, for probably a week, or more. Though she paused before she made it to the portal, looking over her shoulder to spot the little black cat that she recalled being there at the end of it all.
"...Night? You're staying with us, right?" He wasn't going to align with the Horsemen? She was sure he wasn't, but still - she was worried. "Maple?" She called out to the ghoul she saw in the distance, looking as morose as ever. "Yaya? Aisha?" She considered saying Poke's name, but the ghoul seemed more than unconscious - she was okay, right?
"Are you all okay?" Which was worried code for you're coming back to halloween, right?
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 8:27 pm
Hadiyya looked up at Amrita's voice, and and she offered the patchwork a strained, though hopefully reassuring smile. "For the most part." Wincing, she pushed herself up to her feet, finally taking her hand away from the gash at her side. It looked..better. Not bleeding now, at least, and the water she'd held over it had washed away some of the blood from around the wound. "Are you alright, Amrita?" She remembered the horsemen attacking her, remembered being separated from the other ghoul, and hadn't seen ehr for the remainder of the fight. It had been..chaotic. Her memories were scattered, and confusing. The djinn was not usually so bloodthirsty, it wasn't in her blood, but she had been relentless in her pursuit of the petite, mahogany haired hunter. Vicious, cold, and lethal. Shaking her head, she frowned, looking troubled as her gaze fell to the ground.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 10:26 pm
She had expected to awaken at the next pumpkin patch. It was a surprise then, to find herself at the base of Agency 666.
The director had been waiting.
Edel got up and strode purposefully towards him, with a good mind to tell the director to just spit out the meaning of all of this. The ghoul remained thoroughly unimpressed as he tried to avoid the subject, making excuses and complaining about how this meant so much trouble for the agency.
The frost demon opened her mouth to speak about how she had no intention to become an intern for them, but was promptly cut off by the director again.
Allied with them? The horsemen?
Edel returned the stare with resolute disagreement.
The ghoul folded her arms and listened irritably as he began to ramble on about how he would not be taking responsibility for her work once she was back at the agency again.
"With all due respect sir, I do not intend to work here-"
She was cut off once again, stunned to here that the humans had lost... their memories? The ghoul remembered the incident very clearly - Death had been destroyed by Medea, and for a moment, she had forgotten who he was. Had the humans... forgotten about Death itself? The frost demon began to wonder how she should respond to power dynamics of Halloween, the lost clans and the hunters. How much leverage could she, or Halloween, offer to either side. Neither were allies but it seemed as though this was a case of having to pick the lesser evil.
She was shown to a door which led back home. The director had gone back to rambling in his indirect way about how they desperately needed some help soon. Edel shot him a cold glance as she walked through the door, betraying none of her future intentions.
She would need some time to think through this clearly.
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