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He would not move from where he stood. It was, perhaps, stupid of him - he knew exactly how Eva felt about him, knew that he had been rejected, knew that no matter how much he tried she would not ever return his feelings - but right now none of that mattered. Even if she did not ever feel the same way about him, right now, in this moment, he was going to protect her.

And he was always going to protect her - no matter what.

The scythe cut across his stomach, leaving behind a long tear that made Gale hiss in pain, taking several steps backwards. A dark red liquid was already beginning to seep through the fabric of his shirt and vest, ripped and torn beyond measure by now, and every breath he took made his stomach twinge with pain.

But still he stood in front of Eva, his stance strong and his face resolute.

I will not let anyone hurt you.

"Please do," he told the reaper, and a slightly sardonic grin spread across his face, blood sliding down the side of his head.

"I look forward to it."




[ HP: 7/50
Target: N/A
Damage: N/A
Charge: 0/3 2/2
Tile: 12
Items: Runic chains x1, modified pendant x1 ]

The trembling Vetala let out a few more strained and unnecessary breaths, on the verge of outright breaking down when there was a sudden weight on her shoulders. It was light, but strong enough to be comforting; the gesture smoothed over her urge to panic, and then the voice came. A new voice of reason; once, long ago, she was the one being reassuring to the ghoul on her knees, trying to be the voice of reason in chaos.

Aymet echoed the words she had given to Shehk once before, almost word for word. They were as right now as they were when she said them so long ago, and her trembling hands lowered from her mouth, wiping away reminants of a dark substance almost like coffee grounds in consistancy onto the grass under her knees. Yes. The Hunters couldn't win. No way. They had taken so much from them already, and it had to stop. It was time to make them stop. Her hands came up only long enough to briefly grasp the claws on her shoulders.

"Th-thanks." She murmured to the boil, her voice barely above a whisper. Thanks to the Dracolich she got to her feet and tore her gaze away from the statue that was once an important person to her. "Target?" Depite feeling better she still couldn't bring herself to say much; hopefully he would understand her meaning.


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(( OOC:
Character Name: Amrita
HP: 50/50
Target: --
Damage: --
Effect: All the things
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3 ))

((OOC: Eeee going to bed soon, just getting these peeps in here though))

((Molly Entering))

More portals, new environment…this one breathtakingly vibrant and sunny and vine free. No time to relax though, for even though all the division heads were gathered, the Halloween students were gathering as well. Molly bit her lip, readying her lance once more.

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((Hel Entering))

She had moped for a while, after that fall in the Conquest room. Why did she keep going? Because everyone else did, and there was comfort in that thought of being together. She was still riding that emotional roller coaster, but it was a ride she could either make the best of or be miserable, and she really did want it to be the best.

The ghoul summoned her spear as the field they entered on erupted into a chaotic battle once more, but she paused and stared at a certain walking cinnamon stick with a raised brow and her mouth hanging open.

“Cinnamon stick, are you for real?”

Seeing her teammates down - and oh wow is that a black dog, so much nostalgia - she planted her barrier daggers into the ground, forming a nice barrier around Deryk, Jude and herself. She then proceeded to grope their asses.

"For saving your asses."

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((OOC:
Character Name: Ariane
HP: 8/50
Target: Herself, Deryk, Jude
Damage: 7
Effect: Vines .__. + Standard barrier dagger (no restriction access needed), roll 2d20 to defend you and TWO OTHER TARGETS FOR THAT VALUE for a turn. One time use.
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3 ))

Calder saw a boil racing out to attack a student race past her, and not having it, she raced after. Just as the student stopped to strike, Calder rose up on her hind legs and brought her hooves down - only to have them smack down on something that wasn't soft and breakable.

Jumping back, Calder flared her nostrils at the barrier between her prey. "Cowards!" She called out, pawing at the ground.



(( OOC:
Character Name: Calder
HP: 50/50
Target: Jude
Damage: 10
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3

Calder is using YR2 Swift Strike! ))

Wow, this day could not get any weirder. Dissipated (twice)? Check. Kill crazy giant grey colored fog monster that used to be a student? Check. Be pulled into a new (ish) place only to be surrounded by hunters? Check.

Alex had barely reformed from his last dissipation when Riley had finally succumbed to his injuries and he found himself being pulled here, along with Yin and the rest of the students, and apparently hunters, from the famine portal room. He barely had time to react, barely able to even stand up on his own, watching in dismay as Yin took off (of course) to fight and left him behind.

It wasn't long before Alex had felt something slam into his chest, near his right shoulder. He looked down, lifting a hand up towards the singed hole in his shirt. Gunshot wound. Fanjackingtastic. Dark disgusting smelling blood began to ooze from the hole. He didn't know what to do, didn't know where to go in all of this chaos. His eyes searched for the one person he really just needed to know was okay...

And that's when the priestess appeared. Her words washed away Alex's confusion, made him feel strong. His wounds were suddenly healing, and he could feel that his fear was restored. Feeling rejuvenated, he sighed, and his eyes finally found his bonded, some distance off but not too far away, fighting at an older looking hunter wielding a whip.

Well, he didn't need to be doing that alone now, did he?

With a look of grim determination and a steely glint in his eye, Alex hurried as fast as he could (which wasn't all that fast but it was better then standing around getting shot at). He managed to get shot, again, that was fun. He reached the other boil and threw himself forward, grunting as the whip slammed into him, but not stopping, never stopping. Zombies didn't know how to stop. The force of the whip had spun him around, shredding the front of his shirt, slicing through rotten flesh like it was butter, cutting his tie clean in half as well. He spun, but he didn't stop, just held an arm up and aimed to hit the hunter with a backhanded closed fist before his momentum took him past and he landed, hard, on the ground.

Yep, Alex had gotten himself epically hurt, but instead of worrying about it too much, instead of caring that he was now oozing dark and rotting fluid all over the damned ground, he just locked eyes with Yin, and gave him a grim smile. He wasn't leaving the other boils side, they were doing this together, even if it meant Alex was going to get torn apart in the process.


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The banshee sprang forward, screeching loudly and slashing the small hunter across the chest with her nails.

(( Entering, no attack yet ))

Oh Jack, just . . . all the things. Despite being replenished in health, despite the fact that the battle was mostly even, Mort just . . . felt tired. The day had gone on too long for him. Too much excitement, too much pain, too much noise. He wanted to attack yet his body refused to do much beyond get him beyond the portal, huddling in the group and watching for friends and acquaintances alike.

Watch, wait, strike. And hope that his FEAR didn't fail him for once.

(( Mort is 5'6", wearing jeans/sneakers/hoodie/graphic shirt/beanie sorta like from headshot ))[/