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 Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 11:45 am
[INSANITY.]
"J-Jericho?! What-"
'You're going to get left behind you know. Its useless, why do you still stick with him?'
... What...? She stared, wide-eyed at the fog that had once again enveloped them; it came so suddenly that she didn't even realize that they were lost again, in that field of grey. She had lost Mac before under similar circumstances, and look where that got him! That thought only served to cause her to hold Jericho even closer, grabbing onto the dragon's arm, sharp nails digging into his flesh without her realizing it.
"Its just a hallucination. Its not real. Its not real." She muttered loudly, for her own sake and for the sake of those around her, reminding them of what the fog does to them. Then, she looked up at the boil whose arm she was clinging to... Only to see one of those hooded figures she had fought before.
"Its not real, its not real..." She inhaled deeply, nails digging deeper into his arm, "Jericho...?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 11:49 am
Arachne followed the group, letting Sepheran lead her, her eyes nervously darting back and forth despite the boil's comforting presence. She was beginning to get a strange feeling, something she couldn't put her finger on, as though she was about to get a premonition..but different as well.
Her skin prickled, and she heard a voice, softly at first and then firm;
Don't do it..don't get close. You'll watch him die. Over and over, and you'll not be able to stop it.
She shook her head - she couldn't have heard her mother, here, could she? She gripped the boil's hand harder, trying to stay present.
(( Looosing it XD ))
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 11:59 am
((OMG INSANITY.))
"NOOOO! RILEY!!"
Jericho's horrified scream echoed through the fog - the fog?! When had it become so foggy again? The plague doctor turned sharply, almost digging its claws into Riley's hand. She looked normal, peaceful, perfectly serene.
Help!
Malodore paused. The cry was faint, coming from somewhere to their right, and tinged with desperation.
Help! She'll... she'll die without immediate medical attention!
"Someone's in trouble," Malodore blurted out, releasing Riley's hand. "I have to help..."
It seemed like the instant it released its grip on Riley, the mindflayer vanished into the mist. Malodore stumbled towards the voice, which kept up a constant chorus of help, help! Doctor, somebody, help! The sound acted like a beacon, despite the oppressive pea-soup thickness of the fog, and soon Malodore found itself crouching next to a small female figure. It didn't recognize her? Perhaps she had been in a class with it at some point?
"Help," she wheezed.
"Shh, shh... I'm here, just relax," it said, quickly assessing the situation. The girl was lying prone on a strip of dead grass, with no visible injuries on her person. "Tell me where it hurts..."
It brought down its hands to lightly feel her forehead. See if there was a fever.
"There!"
At the touch of the plague doctor's claws, her skin cracked open, splitting and bulging outwards like the flesh of a rotting fruit. The girl screamed as she burst, musculature erupting into a cloud of fetid rot far more foul than any undead, maggots writhing in her eye sockets.
You killed me....
A skeletal grin leered at Malodore, the teeth somehow bright and gleaming ivory despite the ravaged flesh surrounding it.
It stumbled upwards and away; it felt like her blood was all over it, dripping down its face, down its claws, fouling its bandages and clotting on its clothing. No! No, it's not real, it's not real... that doesn't just happen... it can't... scientifically impossible...
It had to find the others. It couldn't be lost here. Couldn't.
A cheerful laugh, wet around the edges, rolled through the mist.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 12:54 pm
(( INSANITYYYYYYYYYY~~ ))
Aksaja had been keeping quiet, just . . . listening to the conversation between Jericho and Lizzy. Jack. He couldn't blame Jericho for freaking out if something like that had happened to him. He'd probably be freaking out too. But it seemed like the ghoul was doing a good job of calming the other boil down, so after a few moments, Aksaja moved away a bit - intending to go back over and walk near Sharra.
However, just as he did so, the fog rolled in again, and . . . he couldn't see. "Oh not again," he muttered, stopping for a moment and tensing, bracing himself. "Hello? Guys?" he called - though he really didn't expect an answer.
However, he DID get an answer, though it wasn't one that he wanted, or would have ever expected in this place.
The shape of a much larger, dark dragon rose up in the fog ahead of him, eyes of blue-white fire glowing as they glared downwards. "You are such a disappointment to me," the dragon rumbled, wings shifting, mantling a bit. "I should squash you where you stand. Look at you. Pathetic. You cannot even take on your true form in this place . . . you have no power, no worth. Not to me, or to anyone else."
"No! Shut up!" Aksaja yelled, fists clenched at his side, the metal pipe dropped and forgotten on the ground beside him. "You sent me here! If you don't like it, too ********' bad! Go away!"
The dragon laughed, wings raising higher still. "You dare to tell ME what to do, boy?" he roared, lightning seeming to crackle from those eyes as the fog gathered into something much more like storm clouds. "If I don't like where I have put you, I will bring you back home to ME, and do with you as I will, for you are my son and you will NOT tarnish our family with this foolish weakness you now display! Or perhaps . . . I should simply kill you where you stand . . . "
"No!! NO no no no no!" Aksaja all-but chanted, putting hands over his ears as he stumbled backwards. He'd never been able to stand up to his father, always he'd just . . . run away, found somewhere else to go, hid with friends, gone to parties. But here . . . he couldn't even see where to run to . . . This was a nightmare. Ah hell . . . please, someone save him . . .
But why should anyone care what happened to him? His father was right. He was useless. Worthless and weak . . . "No . . . . no . . . " he whispered softly, falling to his knees, head in hands.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 1:25 pm
(( You drive me craaaazzyyyyy~ ))
We told you this would not end well...not well at all, now look, see what you've done?
Sharra stopped, having been about to reply to Riley, the boil's courage rising somewhat when he'd heard the mindflayer affirm him, taking a strength that was all her own. The ghoul was an excellent leader, the nergal had noted, and he had rather thought she could excel in a situation such as this...
...at least until the fog rolled in, and with it, came the voices, as the tendrils of it curled about them, swallowed them. The nergal tried to reach for Aksaja, hearing the dragon's voice somewhere amidst the fog...but it faded in and out, as though it were a distant memory. Reality was slowly slipping away from his grasp, and with it came that rising panic, the blond's spines clacking in worry for himself...for his classmates and friends.
So why was he hearing his aunt's voices?
She was such a nice ghoul...
Was? Who were they talking about? Sharra's heart felt as though steely fingers were being clenched tight around it, his ribcage seeming to shrink, strangling with emotion as he tried not to come to the all too obvious conclusion.
"Sharra..." Slowly, the nergal's green eyes widened with incredulity, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he didn't want to turn towards that altogether familiar, beloved voice. And yet...as though making his way through water, the entire world about him surreal, he turned to gaze upon the wavering sight...the waking nightmare that had been lingering...niggling at the back of his mind since he'd walked away from that beach...walked away from Yaya.
And there she was, the marid soaked in blood that was likely her own...and yet, she was sopping wet, droplets welling up on skin as though she was disintegrating from the very core of her element. Crimson on blue as she shuddered, trembling, a hand reaching toward him, flesh torn horribly from muscle and bone, wounds so grave, that Sharra had to wonder how it was even possible that she was still alive, the way that she was shaking a testament to the damage. She needed him...she had needed him... "Why did you leave me...? They came...they came and there was no fighting them..."
"No! Yaya, I-" It was all his fault, after all, that he'd, even in reluctance, let his ghoul remain there without any guarantee of safety. He should have taken her with him, even with that wrenched ankle, carried her in his arms, at least then he would have had the comforting solidity of her, not abandoned his marid to the whims of the mist and is denizens.
She was such a nice ghoul... His aunts in chorus once again as the nergal lunged forward, trying to take the djinn's shattered frame into his arms, somehow repair the damage...
...only to trip over the kneeling form of Aksaja before him, as both of the boils had hardly managed to move horribly far from their original positions. Sharra went sprawling with a cry, and the illusions wavered into the fog once more. Not real...not real...none of it real. Oh Jack help them...they were all going to kill themselves in the mists like this, if they couldn't hold tight to their own sanity. Reaching out with an unsteady hand, he fumbled for Aksaja's shoulder. What was he saying? "Aksaja!?"
The fog had them all...
Get out!
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 1:50 pm
(( the following events were agreed upon via AIM 8B. There is no godmod *waves hand a la Jedi* ))
And quite suddenly, something hit him from behind, knocking him sprawling onto the ground. He cried out, flailing. In his mind and vision, it was the front leg of the storm dragon before him - his father - that had reached down and swatted him.
And though he knew it would do no good at all, Aksaja twisted, kicking and punching out blindly. "NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 1:55 pm
Ow ow ow ow OW!
Sharra had expected many things, but a fighting, kicking ball of scared dragon boil trying to smack him all at once was not at all what the nergal had been hoping for. As one of those punches connected with his jaw, the blond growled, throwing his weight forward as he attempted to pin the other boil onto the ground. The voices were still echoing all around him, but right now...Sharra had a focus, one he'd not be so easily distracted from.
Aksaja was real...solid, and clearly suffering from the hallucinations that were snatching at the entire lot of them. "AKSAJA! It's Sharra, Jackdammit!" Claws curling around the dark-haired male's shoulder, he shook him a bit. "The fog's screwing with your head! There's nothing here but me!" Trying to keep the other down with the entirety of his body weight, he was rather delighted just now that the dragon had abandoned his weapon some time ago.
Having his skull bashed in with a pipe was so not the way to go.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 2:02 pm
He had barely noticed the change in the fog, had they already been here so long that he had grown to expect it? Perhaps they had, it already seemed as if an eternity had passed.
It was the muffled cries in the fog that had finally snapped the dragon from his thoughts, cries of familiar voices, something was--
Sheridan froze, his senses again consumed by the fog. But, this wasn't fog, this was darkness, night, the stars! Thank god, the stars were above him! He looked around, eyes turning to where his fellow students should have been. The fog was gone, they were--wait, where was everyone? He was alone? How could that be? No, something was very wrong.
He looked up to the sky to see nothing but empty darkness. NO! The stars had vanished! There was nothing, no light, no life, no stars, no planets, no galaxies, the universe was nothing but empty blackness. If the stars had fallen, what would happen to his kind, to his clan, to his family?!
The universe is empty, there is nothing here for you.
"What?"
You are the only one left of your kind, soon you too will fade.
"No! That can't be true!"
The dragon looked down, his expression turning to horror. He could see through his hands, his body beginning to dissolve before his very eyes. No, this could not be happening, no! It wasn't real, it wasn't real, it wasn't real! Stop!
Why fight it, surrender now, find comfort in nothingness.
"NO!"
THIS WASN'T REAL!
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 2:06 pm
((Livin' la vida loca~ ))
The red dragon was about to rush towards the bloodied husk that was the mindflayer's with flaming sword in hand when he felt a sharp pain in his arm. Looking towards the source, he didn't see Lizzy there. Instead he just saw a steaming red nub where his forearm once was.
"Tsk tsk. It's pointless you know. You all are in way too deep and there is nothing you can do to avoid what's coming... there is no sense in trying to prolong it," the voice taunted before reforming before him with his arm in its hands. It turned towards where Malodore was before tossing the severed limb aside.
"You like fire yes? I wonder just how flammable the undead are... Why don't we find out?"
"No. Leave it alone!" he pleaded while starting to pull forward to try and stop the reaper. It felt like there was something attached to him that slowed him down, however. Then, before his eyes, he saw the plague doctor burst into flames and he could hear its screams echoing out in his mind. Moments after the inferno began, the screams subsided, leaving a charred, mishapened pile before his eyes.
"Nothing like a nice barbeque, don't you agree?" the figure spoke while stepping closer to Jericho. With a twisted smile, it turned towards Aksaja and raised his scythe.
'NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!!' The dragon heard Aksaja cry out but it was a futile attempt. In an instant his friend was sliced in half rather neatly with the scythe.
Why couldn't he move? Three of his friends were just killed by this madman and he hadn't done anything to stop him!
"STOP THIS!!" he boomed out, practically pleading. But the reaper didn't listen. The cloaked one approached him slowly before pointing to Lizzy. Hesitantly, Jericho turned and was able to see her again, though as soon as he did, he saw her slowly levitating into the air with a look of pain on her face. After a few moments, she suddenly burst apart, causing a rain of red to fall down all around him. With a startled cry, he pulled away and fell back.
"I could keep this up all day. Oh wait I can't. I'll run out of victims first," the figure said nonchalantly, "But see? There is nothing you can do..."
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 2:08 pm
It took several moments before Aksaja was pinned down, the lightning dragon panting - still convinced that his attacker was none other than his father. Eyes clouded with visions, seeing right past Sharra as though the other boil didn't exist, he stared up at the dragon in the fog, bearing down upon him.
"IF YOU'RE GOING TO KILL ME, JUST KILL ME!" he screamed, struggling still. Aksaja was well and truly trapped by the visions and insanity brought on by the fog - despite his brave words before, it was almost as if he was one of the most vulnerable.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 3:08 pm
Oh for the love of... "I'm not going to kill you!!!!!!!" How could he put any more emphasis on that? Though it was clear to the nergal that Aksaja most certainly wasn't seeing him. As the other fought him, Sharra's brain scrabbled for anything that he could do that could bring the dragon boil back to reality. Something that didn't involve violence, as that clearly wasn't going to help. Well...it wasn't as though it wasn't anything he hadn't done before...
"Back to reality, shrieking beauty..." He muttered, leaning down and planting a rather solid kiss on Aksaja's lips. Sharra would just have to beg the forgiveness of his ghoul later, though he was fairly sure that Yaya would consider this situation a rather peachy excuse for such things. Hopefully the dragon wouldn't see this as another sort of attack, and if he did, well Sharra would just have to knock him out and drag him along behind. No way in hell was he just going to leave the other alone like this.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 3:13 pm
Well, that most certainly silenced the lightning dragon's cries, as he went rigid beneath the other. Why would . . . this made no sense . . . none at all. Why would his FATHER . . . ?
Unless. It wasn't his father. Quite suddenly, those chains of foggy insanity broke, and Aksaja realized just who it was atop him, now kissing him. Ah Jack. Oh hell. What . . . had happened to him? Pulling away after a moment, he blinked up at the other, starting. "Sharra . . . ? I . . ." He couldn't explain though, couldn't open himself up like that. Not even to the nergal.
It was too private, too much a part of his own lonely nightmares. He knew now that it hadn't been real, thinking back on his own words. But . . . still. "Sorry," he mumbled, glancing away. "The fog . . . "
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 3:18 pm
Manda Well, that most certainly silenced the lightning dragon's cries, as he went rigid beneath the other. Why would . . . this made no sense . . . none at all. Why would his FATHER . . . ?
Unless. It wasn't his father. Quite suddenly, those chains of foggy insanity broke, and Aksaja realized just who it was atop him, now kissing him. Ah Jack. Oh hell. What . . . had happened to him? Pulling away after a moment, he blinked up at the other, starting. "Sharra . . . ? I . . ." He couldn't explain though, couldn't open himself up like that. Not even to the nergal.
It was too private, too much a part of his own lonely nightmares. He knew now that it hadn't been real, thinking back on his own words. But . . . still. "Sorry," he mumbled, glancing away. "The fog . . . "  A mysterious hooded figure has been watching the student's actions all this time. Out of nowhere the seemingly fade from the fog right in front of your student, grabbing them away from the others. Your student is being attacked! HP: 13
Damage: 4
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 3:19 pm
Sharra smiled wryly down at the other boil, clambering off of him and offering him a hand up. He understood if the other didn't want to elaborate...it wasn't something the nergal would have been enthusiastic to discuss either. "It's okay..." He assured softly, "I saw things too, don't worry about it." Aksaja didn't have to explain himself, they were all caught up in the throes of a waking and terrible nightmare. Reality in and of itself was bad enough without their worst fears dug up and made visible.
"Let's just...stick together..." he murmured, keeping a firm grasp on the other boil. No way was he letting go again, not anytime soon at least. After all, if the lot of them didn't look out for each other, then who would?
Such a nice ghoul...
Growling, Sharra mentally shoved away the hallucinations that threatened to bubble back up and eclipse his mind and heart. "I don't know...what's causing all of this, but I don't much like the way they play..." A whole island of nightmares here to ensnare them, just what was their game? What did their enemies stand to gain from all of this? Right now, the nergal wanted answers...but it wasn't as though such things were going to be deposited into his lap. So they just had to keep walking...hoping for the best.
Or at least...that had been the plan...until Aksaja sort of...vanished.
Great. Just great.
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Manda rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 8
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 3:29 pm
iStoleYurVamps A mysterious hooded figure has been watching the student's actions all this time. Out of nowhere the seemingly fade from the fog right in front of your student, grabbing them away from the others. Your student is being attacked! HP: 13
Damage: 4
Oh hell.
At least this thing was something he could fight, even though he had no idea where his pipe was at the moment. Well, whatever . . . his fists would do for now! "Stop this! It's not funny!" he snarled, running at the thing.
As he landed quite a solid hit on what he assumed was the figure's jaw, his fist actually crackled with a few sparks - adding a bit more damage to his attack. And the lightning dragon grinned. This, he could do.(( Aksaja HP: 25-4 = 21 Damage: 13-6 = 7 ))
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