Vashti came running when she realized someone - a lot of someones - was trying to push the enormous monstrosity back. She went after it with the first weapon she'd found since she crossed the portal: her human's fishing rod. It made a satisfying cracking sound as she whipped at the creature with it.
Yuki wasn't sure why he would willingly approach this thing now that it was considerably larger but... He wasn't making the best decisions on this little field trip as it was.
Attack: 2 of 3 Damage: 17 Yuki's HP: 20 FEAR Attack: Swift Strikes (Y2)
Wash was going to hit the giant horrible monster, but then decided instead to prop the still-inert James up against some convenient rubble and throw a tea party.
OOC
Character's name: Wash, carrying james (APTS) Character's faction: Hunter, Intermediate Character's journal link: NO HELP Character's survival stats: View]http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=21696451View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER IDK HP: 45/50
((I was going to use FEAR for last attack but we hit time OOPS OH HEY AN EXTENSION))
Vashti managed to lash at it a few more times before retreating herself, readying her FEAR attack. The comparatively tiny rod didn't seem to make much difference, and she didn't have a lot of FEAR to spend, but surely she could do something other than whack at it with a puny stick?
"How did we miss," Wash corrected irritably, swinging again at the thing. This time they managed to connect pretty solidly.
OOC
Character's name: Wash, carrying james (APTS) Character's faction: Hunter, Intermediate Character's journal link: NO HELP Character's survival stats: View]http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=21696451View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER IDK HP: 40/50
(not attacking the boss -- well, not that it would have hit....)
An attempt was certainly made, to aim for the impossible-to-really-miss creature that tried to pass itself off for a horse. That had been the intention, anyway. Or so he wanted to believe.
As he got close enough to the creature to pull his sawblade, there was a fierce pressure, and a distant ringing of tinnitus as a trickle of blood escaped his nose and ears. It was even drowning out Song's voice at this range. Everything became jumbled, compressed. The idea to fight was the only thing that the intangible force hadn't crushed, the only thing he could think of, repeated over and over. The world began to tilt sickeningly, and --
The sawblade buried itself into concrete barely an inch from Gale, Lucky still hanging off of it as if he intended to strike again and had merely forgotten halfway through.
"Uh," he tried and failed to explain, still looking incredibly dazed as he glanced between Gale and the horse. He didn't quite have an explanation for nearly impaling a teammate, but hopefully Gale would be understanding. Either way, it was taking all of his remaining energy to simply hold on to the weapon and not pick it up for a second strike.
DMG: LOL 0
kuropeco
an effort was made
OOC
Name: Lucky Faction: Hunter Suspecies/Division: Death General appearance: like this but with black hair and a death coat HP: 45/50
Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 9:23 am
Gale knew, of course, that certain people were here in the fog with him. And he knew also that certain people probably still held him in low disregard, thanks to that incident with the Grail - and the offending tea party that he had definitely not been involved in. But at the same time, he'd thought they were on the same page by now, that they were going to work together to achieve the common goal of deciphering Ouroboros' objectives and the identity of the one who looked like Charlotte or Sam.
What Gale had not expected was to have a sawblade buried into the concrete right next to him. A very familiar sawblade.
Gale whirled around and found, unsurprisingly, Lucky, standing just a short distance away, his expression one of confusion, eyes hazy, and a long suffering, exasperated sigh escaped from Gale's lips. He would have wrenched the blade out of the ground and given it back, but didn't want to touch another hunter's weapon.
"Are you mental?" Gale demanded. "Did you just try to..."
But his eyes narrowed slightly, a frown touching his face.
"Are you all right?"
OOC
Character's name: Gale Gentry Character's faction: Deus Ex Machina Hunter Character's division: Death Division Character's journal link:★ HP: 60 / 60 Weapon: Sniper Rifle ( 2d12 - 6 ) Runics: Runic chains + upgraded barrier daggers
Lucky seemed to be acknowledging that Gale was there in some capacity, the fact that he was looking at him while he spoke seemed to indicate some conscious awareness of Gale's annoyance.
In answer, however, Lucky reached out to wordlessly picked up the sawblade again. Even if Gale was more prepared this time, the proximity and aggression didn't work in his favor. He made to strike --
-- only once again, the blade twisted out of its precise arc only moments before it could impale Gale. Instead, he was only grazed with the jagged sawteeth before the blade scraped concrete. The weapon quickly vanished, desummoned, and Lucky clutched his face in his hands, mumbling something completely incoherent and trying very hard not to even look at Gale or anyone else.
DMG: 1..........
kuropeco
SORRY SORRY
OOC
Name: Lucky Faction: Hunter Suspecies/Division: Death General appearance: like this but with black hair and a death coat HP: 40/50
The werewolf had been attracted by the calamity and raced over, having tucked his squishy human somewhere where he wouldn't have to worry about them and 'borrowing' their weapon, as it seemed to have more power than he did.
RESCUER OOC
HP: 15/30 Name: Milo Malaki Weapon: Fishing Rod (2d6-2) Faction: Monster Subpecies/Division: Hombre Lobo General appearance: QUEST BLURB HERE
HP: 5/30 DMG: 17 x 0.5 = 8.5 -> 9 Weapon: Swift Strikes(Y1)
The recoil from Vashti's blue-white fire beam sent her reeling backwards until she could steady herself, drawing it up and into the creature, and away from anyone else who may have engaged it. Her FEAR attack spent, she could feel the fog creeping in and sapping her remaining strength. Her head was beginning to pound again from the extended exposure to the beast, she had to get out of there before it got worse. She silently thanked her father for her white colouring as she retreated into the fog and almost immediately disappeared into it.
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