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 Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 12:26 pm
[Dormitories - Horace] Horace hadn't been able to find any of his friends and there was a sinking chill in the back of his mind. Jannisari was gone. He'd tried summoning her, of course, but it didn't work. He felt, for the first time in a while, distressingly human. He had caught glimpses of things as he moved around, out windows. Eventually, he needed to head out, but before, he was checking the building. He tried doorknobs as he walked. Anything open, and he could check for people inside, or any other changes.... He hoped the vines hadn't grown inside. Quote: Counter: 2 HP: 50/50 Runics: daggers
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 12:26 pm
The tattoo on Otto, the one shaped like an hourglass, began to burn painfully. It wasn't agonizing, but it was incredibly distracting.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 12:28 pm
It seemed like nobody else had noticed, but there was a body, currently crawling backwards on the ceiling. It looked more shadow than human, and didn't seem to notice him until he noticed it. It stopped crawling, and stared right at him, head turning a one-eighty degree angle. A row of perfectly shaped teeth split open from the shadows, and green eyes stared back at him. It didn't move from its spot.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 12:32 pm
Quinn's hourglass marking began to burn. For a moment it was overlaid with another voice.
"When the time is right-"
-"you will know-"
"You OWE us-"
And then his heart stopped. OOC Quinn is going into cardiac arrest. He needs CPR (quite literally, CPR). Anyone ICly trained in it can try to help him. They need to roll 6d6 and get two matching dice. If they do it worked, and he is saved. If not then, RIP.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 12:33 pm
Something crashed through the window. It looked like someone's severed arm, and was still, quite fresh.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 12:34 pm
[IN COURTYARD]
Rep's expression turned even more grave at the news, it was one thing to know that no one had their weapons, that was a generalised fact in the nebulous space of Rep's mind, it got classified under "everyone else's problem and my immediate safety concern" rather than anything real and tangible. But seeing Jordan reminded him that the loss of a weapon's voice, even if they weren't quite yet a tablet was deeply upsetting to some people.
It was deeply upsetting to him too, but he could blot it out, ignore the chasm of silence that had filled the place in his head where smug power normally lounged like a judgemental cat, waiting for him to ******** up or a battle to start. Jordan couldn't ignore it. Rep took his hand briefly, a reflexive action that seemed natural despite how technically invasive it was. He reached out to gently touch the darkened ring between his forefinger and thumb before with that lingering concern draw back. He shook his own head, and it felt as if he was fighting through a fog of self-deception just to say. "No. Tracey's..Tracey's gone ...you know.. quiet too."
It was his turn to start as Jordan gestured towards the hole in the thorns. "I see it." he said, before glancing back to the rest of the people in the courtyard, concerned with how dangerous it was already getting. "Are you.. do you want to..?" he nodded in its direction. "I don't ******** know if my shoulders would fit though. I'm no five."
HP: 60/60
Runics: Improved Bandages (Bandages: Heal for a quarter of your total HP )
Runic Dagger
Melee Dice 2d6-6
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chiickadee rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 12:34 pm
Courtyard
Chel was late to the party. She had been sleeping off her mission and when Jack was nowhere to be found it was her first clue that something was off. Actually, that was more her second clue- her first clue was all the shouting and screaming she heard coming from the hallways.
She eventually hobbled her way out to the courtyard to see a whole slew of people, vines, chaos and madness. So a usual afternoon on this island.
(She'd been this close to leave time. This close).
Her hand clenched into a fist to summon her bow, but nothing came of it. She tried again and again, nothing.
Tensy this better not be a prank.
No response.
She grumbled and pulled the daggers from her belt; once again she was without a weapon and left to deal with runics. She didn't even think to try her phone, but in her pajamas and coat she scanned the area for anyone who had a clue what the ******** was going on. Evan was there- yes, but she didn't think now was the time to approach him; not after her vision in the black crystals. (She was still scared of that time).
Peyton came next, and Chel figured it was as good as anyone else. She broached the distance quickly and efficiently, putting a hand on the girl's arm. "What the ******** goin' on?"
Quote: Virus Counter: 6 HP: 50/50 Runics: Barrier Daggers, Torch
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 12:36 pm
Otto winced. His arm was burning... With all the other troubling maladies, what could possibly be irritating his... Hourglass tattoo?Otto tried not to think much of it. Tried, being the key word. But why all of the sudden would it feel like this? He rubbed at the tattoo, and looked around. Was he just dreaming again? Was this just a nightmare, albeit a much less scary one. He'd been so worried about that mark only a short few days ago. Maybe he was working himself into a worried frenzy, making him think something bad was happening to him solely because of these marks. The stress was giving him a stomach ache all it's own. It... didn't burn that badly. But it was a little distracting from his headache and everything else. Otto moved to stand, using the wall behind him as leverage. "M'Sorry I fell asleep.." He murmured to Maebe.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 12:36 pm
One of the doors clicked open. It seemed to house a Hunter inside, still resting peacefully.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 12:40 pm
As Otto brushed against his tattoo for a moment everything stood still. Everyone he was talking with simply ceased to exist.
A cloaked figure was standing next to a table, and it was most definitely a table for two. The second seat facing Otto was vacant.
The figure pointed to Otto, then to the food on the table. It opened one skeletal hand in invitation, without using words.
Moments later, the table and figure dissolved, and everything began to move again. Otto's heart was racing for no discernible reason. He could hear a voice in his head, but it was not his weapon.
Summon me.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 12:41 pm
[Dormitories - Horace]He frowned. How could anyone sleep through the din of the alarms? "Hey! Wake up!" He moved into the room and shook the foot of the bed. Better up and aware then asleep and vulnerable. Quote: Counter: 2 HP: 50/50 Runic: dagger
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Grey Dragon rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 12:46 pm
[Oliver -> Dormitories]When Oliver was roused from bed by the alarms, he was instantly awake. Putting in too many late night hours at the labs had taken their toll on the boy, and he had gone to sleep only an hour or two earlier feeling like every part of him was cast of lead. Now, he had the wide-eyed, bushy-tailed stare of a frightened squirrel. The exhaustion seemed to linger in his body as he struggled out of bed, and despite the alarm ringing overhead, the timid boy took a minute to put on proper clothing before nervously peering out of his dorm room. He didn't smell smoke or anything... He took a cautious step out, and heard a shout from down the hall. There was one door open, and he peeked in to see Horace standing over a sleeping hunter. "H-Horace, what is going on?" Oliver asked nervously, hovering around the doorframe.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 12:46 pm
Courtyard
Jordan swallowed quietly, briefly folded his fingers around Rep's hand as his hand was taken, expected automatically the echo of emotion as Ferros's ring was touched and was once again brought up short by that cold empty void where his weapon's presence should be. He let go as Rep drew back and took a deep breath. "We've been blocked from them before, we're going to have to manage," he said, but more to himself. "They'll be back. I have my knife, do you have anything if we have to fight?"
He studied the opening in the thorns, frowning. "I think I can fit through, but it'd rip you up," he said after a moment. "I don't ******** trust it, it's like an invitation and that's never good, but. If I can find out what's outside, that'd be valuable information." He swallowed again, allowed himself the comfort of resting his hand briefly on Rep's shoulder, then let it drop again. "I'm going," he said. "Keep an eye out. I'll be careful."
With that, he carefully squeezed into the opening in the thorns, moving through the narrow passage.
HP: 60
Virus counter: 2
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Syusaki rolled 6 6-sided dice:
2, 4, 5, 6, 1, 6
Total: 24 (6-36)
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 12:46 pm
[ Courtyard ]
Things were taking a turn for the worse, Alaska dryly noted as she eyed the vines. It didn’t look like they could cut them, which suggested they were magical—great, always a good go-to when a hunter couldn’t explain certain happenings—and some other hunter earlier had talked about an illness. She crinkled her nose before checking her own temperature. Great. It seemed everyone on the island was coming down with something magical.
It would really be great if one of the leaders could just run in and explain some things so everyone else could decide what to do nex—
A hunter fell down and after a moment of contemplation, Alaska walked over to Quinn and bent down to check his pulse.
Oh.
Let’s hope her CPR skills from back in the day weren’t too rusty, right? She made herself more comfortable on her knees, gave Quinn’s chest a few pumps before pulling his mouth toward her and leaning over.
Virus Counter: 1
HP: 50/50
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 12:50 pm
Prolixity CourtyardWith that, he carefully squeezed into the opening in the thorns, moving through the narrow passage.
In the middle of the path was a little boy. He had no shoes on, and looked like he was dressed as Peter Pan, complete with a little green hat. He wore a mask shaped like a deer skull and shook his head, as if to prevent Jordan from getting any further.
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