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 Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 8:34 pm
Angenora's eyes were heavy, but her mind was racing as so much had just happened. The four clan isles had been destroyed by a creature made entirely of insanity. She sat up slowly, putting a hand to her head as she gave out a sigh. She had no recollection of how the creature was destroyed. Once she had opened her eyes, she noticed that everyone was in the Amityville gymnasium. She looked around to see that Sheridan was more than alright. They were home. She was home.
Genora watched as the Boogeyman had been talking with Medea of the four clans. A toothy smile appeared on the undead ghoul's face as she was happy to see that Medea of the four clans was still alive. Her heart jumped when she heard her say that it was thanks to the students that they had saved most of the clans. She rose to her feet and followed to where the ceremony would be taking place.
The words, "All paths lead to the same end." Stuck to angenora like stitches on a patchwork. She knew that she would never forget the memories and experiences. She would always remember the Lost Clan as the Four clans.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 9:14 pm
Gilly sat up. She wasn't sure what had transpired she blacked out after that great beast burst from the ruined clan home. Her head was throbbing and she noticed it was rather sore. There was a soft spot that she prodded with her finger, a little dried blood appeared on the tip of it. She pressed the blood between her fingers and tried to focus on the bits flaking off. She looked around at the other students. Many had already gotten up and were looking around the gym.
"Home!" Gilly finally recognized where they were. She was happy that they had returned safe. For the most part. It seemed like there might have been a few people missing, but Gilly couldn't be sure. She pulled her skirt down and tried to clean out the stains.
The clans home was destroyed many of the members lost forever. Gilly's eyes teared up at the announcement. It's hard to not have a home, or i suppose rebuild one. Even though they were home safe Gilly still held a heavy heart.
She got up dusted herself off and made way back to her washroom.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 8:02 pm
Water. There was a lot of it. Under him. Floating? No. He brought a hand up to within the scope of his blurry vision and tapped his knuckles against the familiar FEAR shield that suspended him above the pool. He was in the gym. They were.
West pushed himself up onto his elbows, his unfocused gaze flitting from blob to anonymous blob. Eventually, the world became clear again, but only after a particularly insistent wave of nausea forced him back flat against the ground. It was quiet, or at least quieter than it had been in his head since the phoenix had gone.
He listened. The grownups were talking. Something about a reserve and surveillance and... He hadn't trusted the Bogeymen any farther than he could spit since the Red incident. If they were involving themselves in whatever this was, he knew he didn't have the luxury of not paying attention. West swallowed and slowly rose to his feet. A muted whisper brushed his brain and the boil shook his head to clear it.
The Horsemen... were staying?
The glory days. The glory days of the Four Clans. Frankly, he didn't want any stupid glory days clogging up his head when he already had so much to think about. The one thing he wanted, the thing these Horsemen had better still be willing to provide, was assistance. If they remained unable to beat the Hunters back into the holes they crawled out of, things would continue to get worse. With everything that had happened since their gym teacher had been murdered, that was one of the only things West was sure of.
you're going to die die die die kill
West took in a sharp breath, gaze darting from Medea to Death to Arel to Medea. To Death. To... Arel. To...
"Stop," he muttered. Something was wrong, something more than genocide and loneliness and voices in his head. He had to get away from here. He had to get out of Amity.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 4:35 pm
The vague haze, the pain, the fear, the whispered voices... Jove felt adrift even when he awoke. Less adrift maybe, with the press of FEAR around him, but he remained in a daze as he shuffled along with the other students. The words meant less to him than the tone itself, he shied away from the boogeymen, but still followed the horsemen onwards. The loss still stunned him. They had been glory days, had they not? With those forests, lush and vibrant... And the life that could be found even in the harshest desert...
It would be easy to lose himself in the memories, that giant tree he had finally climbed. The teruu he had watched run into his oven. The toxic cave where he bonked his head. It still hurt if he pressed on it... The weapon he built, and the clansmen he fought, the sand he had inhaled, and the sounds of bones rattling in a dance. It would be easy to lose himself, but for the voices.
They whispered and laughed, made him skitterish. They made him doubt himself and the other students in quarantine around him, and sometimes he ran and hid, sometimes he bared his teeth. Sometimes he was a frightened little pup and cowered and whined and cried at nothing as the voices in his head rattled around tauntingly. Hatefully.
But eventually the voices subsided. They faded off into nothingness, with only the painful echo of memories left to the pup. He felt the loss of the voices keenly at first, but soon even that wore off.
Then... it was time to go.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 10:46 pm
It was madness, it was chaos, it was more than he had signed on for, and more than the boy could handle as suddenly they were leaping and tumbling to safety... to home.
Enzo rolled to a stop, his head still spinning as the ceiling came into focus.
His first thought was: Well, s**t. His second thought was: I lost my hat.
A pair of glistening, beady eyes peeked out from under the nearby bleachers, scurrying up to him before scaling his leg to peer down and make sure he was breathing. Enzo glowered back sorely. Halloween- they were back. Evidently.
He swatted the rat away, sending it tumbling to the side with a squeak as he sat up sorely, rubbing his head with a groan.
"Absolutely nutters, is what that was. First rate in-sani-tee." He managed to pull himself upright, checking his pockets and patting his person for anything broken or damaged... all in one piece. "The hell sorta' field trip was that? The world's really gone t's**t." He shook his head. *Humans*? Destroyed worlds.
None of his problem, none of his business. And yet they had all been dragged in. It was stupid. It wasn't fair.
He glanced around for any sight of a friend or ally, but came up short. With a sigh, he shoo his head. Still, there was a faint whisper in the back of his head, a lingering sensation that just made him more bitter. Nuts to it all. The world was a big, troublesome place, filled with great tragedy. But he had his own business to tend to.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 2:03 am
Aymet woke up as though he'd dozed off in a class, suddenly jerking wide awake, unlife flaring in the sockets of his skull. His body wasn't intended to rest, it wasn't right, he felt almost ill. The night before was a blur of things in various shades of grey and white too intense to process. But... the good guys always won, right? They didn't die. They didn't turn to stone because everyone was too weak and inexperienced to save them. They didn't let everyone get blown up...
Voices murmured on the edge of his hearing, and in his daze he could pretend it was just the other people waking up in the gym. Maybe he could think about it later. It was time to go, anyway.
Aymet had never felt so nervous on Amityville grounds before. It wasn't like any other time he'd ever been at school. Everything seemed... dangerous. It felt like at any moment a hunter would leap at them from behind the trees or buildings. He couldn't let his guard down.
And for the same reason Aymet couldn't feel terribly much for the horsemen who had survived, save perhaps for Medea. The explosion hadn't absolved them of their responsibility for the things that were happening. Aymet couldn't prove much - the slaughtering at Famine, dangerous runes, visions of hunter mass-murder and the tiniest hint of a conspiracy. But he could feel it in his bones.
Aymet stared at Death but his thoughts wandered. Amityville needed to protect themselves now more than ever.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 6:39 am
Nuru didn't know what was going on at all as he arrived and was promptly bustled to the fenced off gymnasium. The swirling chaotic mess that was currently his mind was almost agony until they got closer and the fog seemed to clear out a little.
Zar? Zar?! Where was - and then he slumped into that very spot, unconscious.
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The barghest yaaawwwwned and streeeetched weakly as he slowly came to. Awake now but still limp against the ground as he idly overheard the conversation. Once it had ended and their next destination was determined he sat up finally and began sniffing the air rather feverishly in search of something.
Zar.
He followed the Incubus in stone silence, watching him from a distance all the way to the ceremony. He continued watching them as he cornered himself off to write. The sounds of the ceremony thudded softly in the background. He still did not fully understand these horsemen still. They seemed nice one minute and then suspiciously nice the next. The paintings he'd seen... they alluded to a deeper darker truth that they may never truly find out now.
Still. He smiled fondly while stroking his gut, for once very much not hungry as he still felt rather ill.
He still had his Zar. He followed him home in equal silence. A lost puppy refusing to ever lose sight of his master again.
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