The Jeep Ever had found was a bit of a wreck, at this point: nicked and dinged, long scratches up one side and a big dent in the front, but still, he struggled on. Ever thought maybe -- maybe -- he was finally getting a hang of this whole driving thing, was getting a proper move on. One pedal to go [and you didn't have to push it down all the way] and one to stop [ditto]. P for park, d for drive, he still wasn't sure what N was for, but that was okay. It was all that he needed.
Until the pileup.
There was no way to drive though this mess. Maybe if he'd opted for one of those little motorbikes, to weave through the damage, but in his military-like truck, there was just no way. He pulled over, and got out of the car, to frown at the tangled knot of metal --
and caught something else entirely out of the corner of his eye.
It looked like him, but a shadowy version of himself: flickering and grey, with his head cocked and a wicked smile touching his mouth for just a moment. Ever reached up to touch his own mouth, flicked a look to Austin where he was sprawled in the back of the truck, and then slowly drew his own weapon.
The monster readied itself with the same slow movements.
"s**t."
MOB SUMMON
[ MOB NAME] Your Shadow MOB HP: SAME HP AS CHARACTER IN THREAD Mob Autodamage: -5 damage Mob Special Ability: If you encounter this mob and do not want to fight it, you can "FLEE" from it. Take -5 auto damage for fleeing, and it will be considered that you escaped from it. You can keep rping in the thread you are in having REMOVED this monster from play (fled from it!) Mob Loot: Roll 1d4 to see what you get: 1: ROLL 1d10 for loot after you roll this one. This is the card number you get. (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_1.png <-- REPLACE THE "1" in the .PNG with the number of the card to get the CORRECT image). Add to journal and use here 2: A potato on the minis site. Redeem it here! 3. Bottled Water on the minis site. Redeem it here! 4. A frying pan on the minis site. Redeem it here!
OOC
Character's name: Ever Character's faction: Life/University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Austin ElswoodView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERHERE and HERE.
Ever's a beanstalk: six feet tall and extremely underweight, he looks like he'd break under a stiff wind. This is partially covered by the multi-layered style he's adopted, mostly worn-thin clothing rescued from thrift stores or the salvation army, heavy pants tucked into clunky boots. His hair is soft, fine, and extremely fair; his eyes are narrow, laughing, and very dark. His nose is a couple sizes too big with a bend in the bridge where it was broken, at some point, and never properly set. These days, he has a somewhat unnatural pallor, like he's barely seen sunlight in about six months -- because he hasn't.
Hearing a car wasn't all that unusual anymore. There seemed to be a lot of folks driving around. Hunters, and, apparently, Halloween students. The latter was still very concerning for the Sun, but she hadn't exactly had a whole lot of time to worry about it. They didn't seem to be actively harming humans, so she was, for the moment, content to let them be.
What was not usual--or rather, what she had not hear d up to this point--was a familiar voice.
The curse(Ever) brought the dainty huntress over at a jog, weapons at the ready. 'Ever, what's up?" She followed his line of sight. "Oh... Well, that's mildly horrifying." With a grimace she charged forward, trying to ignore the thing's all-to-familiar face as she drove a dagger into the things shoulder.
It reminded her strongly of a certain clone she'd decapitated in the life lab's basement.
It was a luxury to be able to be on the road again after being spoiled with portals and in this case, also starved of portal hopping. Leon was driving again, and the fact that it was a muscle car, the humor was not lost on him. It was lost to Justin because he was still unconscious & stretched out in the back seat.
There were even Halloween residents in cars. and made him question the validity of their licences. But they weren't terrorizing humans but aiding in the shared cause, so Leon turned a blind eye to it.
But not to the hunters fighting a creept version of one. That needed to be dealt with quickly. eat this chainsaw with your face, why dont you?
It wasn't so easy using a chainsw with justin nestling into the shoulder , practically like an infant, a grown a** infant,
Since he still had the gas, and a sports car wasn’t something he was going to magically ever get the chance to drive around again he figured he would take some time to enjoy it. The other woman was safely buckled in as he continued the spinning of donuts and accelerating as fast as the car and the road would let him, which wasn’t as long as he wished.
A few more donuts before Matt noticed a few other hunters gathering around with something in shadow form looked vaguely familiar. Some part of his mind tried to recall, infirmary? No? Getting out of the car he checked to make sure the windows where down and the woman was still ok before leaving her alone. Jogging over with his spear in hand he waved to them before remembering the name, Ever.
Swinging he hit the creepy double in the chest, assuming that no one minded he joined.
HP: 45/50 DMG: 7 Boss HP: ??/??
stella cinere
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4, 9Total: 13 (2-20)
It had been hours, at this point, since he'd even laid eyes on another hunter -- so the sudden sight of a bunch of them around them bolstered Ever's spirit, made his eyebrows raised and a smile flash across his mouth. Fear melted quickly to something more excited, instead, as he drew Amory fully and stepped in to attack as well.
"Well, hey there. fancy meeting all you around here." A quick stab -- toward the belly, diverted upward to scrape across the monster's throat, instead, because the sight of its face still weirded Ever out.
"Pey, I didn't even know you'd found your way." Joking, joshing, friendliness, made it all that much easier to deal with the fact that they were trying to kill something that looked just like him.
It was a bit of a surprise when Leon and Matty appeared rather suddenly, but their assistance was certainly welcome. She flashed the boy's a smile, relaxing herself, because with this many of them they should be just fine. "Hi boys."
She watched them attack, one after the other, before letting out a low whistle at the wicked little knife trick Ever preformed on the thing's face. Impressive.
When he fell back she was there, jumping into the opening he'd created to open the thing's belly with a double slash to the stomach.
Leon continued to shove his chainsaw in the dopplegangers face. It had a creepy smile and the former boxer wanted to punch it right off Ever's face. "I didn't realize the rescue mission was going to have so much combat." he grunted, jabbing the weapon in farther with all the concussive other blows being laid on the target. "Sorry, this must be very awkward Ever."
HP: 40/50 DMG: 5 Boss HP: ??/??
beejoux
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and be blue rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 4Total: 6 (2-20)
Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 7:09 pm
He'd missed the chainsaw the first time around, but this time -- a double-take, blow going wide as he blinked at Leon, instead, just a bit surprised. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen a hunter with a chainsaw weapon, and he definitely wasn't sure it was a good idea. Surely, a miss with such a weapon would --
"s**t." He stumbled off-balance again, fumbled and then caught himself, drawing in a breath and turning again to face the not-him monster. "Man, how come some of us get skinny knives and others end up with powered weapons?"
Returning Pey's smile, Matt was glad there was at least a group of them battling, it wouldn't take a whole lot of time to dispose of the shadow clone. There was however a bit of unnerving feeling having to hit something that looked just like the guy next to him. Matt avoided getting too close to the chainsaw for his own peace of mind, most weapons he had fought were not something with a motor running them. Not that he was going to ask questions, seemed effect, horror movie like style.
Matt lunged forward, stubbing his toe on a crack in the cement as he missed his swing entirely. "s**t, ********> 40/50 DMG: 0 ffaaiilll Boss HP: 7/50
It was angry now, or so it seemed. Lashing out at them wildly as they attacked, and Peyton took the tip of a blade to the cheek before she was zipping in again to deliver a similar blow to the clone's hip.
"Bit disconcerting," she agreed, jumping back to avoid another hit.
Leon had to admit, he himself wondered how he managed to get such a weapon sometimes compared to everyones blades, but remembering the spirit attached to it, he knew it was Karmic retribution. "I didn't choose it, Nid choose me." shrugging, he continued to swing it around in a compact swing, keeping it restrained from going too far in their direction, especially Matt who was actively avoiding his arc path, there was a litle too much focus on avoiding the others, when it also meant going above the Creepy Ever.
HP: 35/50 DMG: Boss HP: ??/??
beejoux
and be blue
hanging gallow
and be blue rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 6Total: 8 (2-20)
Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 7:51 pm
"You say that, Peyton, and it's not even your face." Saying it made it all the more real: meant that the monster's expression flickered briefly into that sharp smile as it smacked back at Ever. In turn, that meant that his swing was rough, glancing. Instead of striking home to the heart, a finishing blow that would destroy the thing, he nicked it.
Matt gave a low short whistle as Pey hit the clone swiftly in the face and hip; it was pretty impressive to see someone more skilled than him in battle. True he had improved immensely, so he wasn’t completely useless but he would never be as fast.
When the chainsaw was no longer being swung Matt lunged forward bringing the spear high above the clones shoulder and slamming the blade down between it and the clone’s neck. It sunk in with a heavy thud.
HP: 35/50 DMG: 11 Boss HP: 0/50
Beejoux rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1Total: 1 (1-4)
Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 8:25 pm
"Disconcerting enough hitting something wearing your face." There was a pause as she watched Matt bury the head of his spear into the clone's shoulder. It stopped, sinking to it's knees before falling over. "Personally, if it was wearing my face I think it'd be less weird trying to kill it. Nice stab, Matt."
The thing dead, or at least no longer getting up, Peyton desummoned Warrick back to his totem form and headed over to kneel beside the body. "Wow, this is creepy." Pale eyes lifted to Ever, flashing him a sharp grin.
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1Total: 1 (1-4)
1: ROLL 1d10 for loot after you roll this one. This is the card number you get.
"Why did it look like me?" Ever came over slowly to stand behind Peyton, weapon dissipating in a thoughtless sort of way as he did -- and he paused to stare down at the slightly-grey body before him, a bit uncomfortable. Like this, he could see all to clearly just how skinny he'd gotten, the awkward bend in his nose, the messy tumble of his hair. It wasn't like Ever had good feelings about his appearance at the best of times, and this walking doll version of himself --
he pulled a little face, looking up at Matt, instead, arms tightening across his chest. Bony shoulders pulled up around his neck. He looked a bit sour, and definitely not thrilled. "Thanks for killing me, though. Really appreciate the help."
