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 Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 1:31 pm
GALE - DORMSHe didn't want to leave Stormy alone, but he also wanted to get to the courtyard to see what else was happening. Gale's gaze went from Nora to Stormy and then back again, his heart hammering in his chest as he weighed the options. Both were capable people, but...
"You go outside," he told Nora, taking a step back. "There's bound to be people you know out there, go and find them, I'll be okay, I'll meet up with you once we finish up here."
His look was almost apologetic, but Gale turned on his heel and jogged lightly after Stormy, trying to avoid the bodies stepping this way and that.Quote: Gale:Virus Counter: 8 HP: 60
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 1:38 pm
[ Courtyard ]
Unlike Quinn, the only reason she had a slight flush was from the fever. She continued to sit on her knees, hovering over the other hunter as he tried to reorient himself. “You fell into cardiac arrest,” Alaska explained plainly. “Fortunately for you, I used to be a lifeguard, so I already had CPR training before I came to the island.” Sure, her license was expired by now, but she still had the basics down.
She pushed his shoulder with one of her legs. “You really picked a lousy time to have your heart stop, you know that? I still don’t know what’s going on here.”
Virus Counter: 1
HP: 50/50
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 1:38 pm
CHANCE - COURTYARDHe gave Dawson a smile, reaching out to pat him consolingly on the shoulder. Chance would have said something teasing and nonsensical, but he was distracted by the fact that Otto was awakening, back on his own two feet once more.
"Morning, sunshine," said Chance lightly. He cast a look over him, trying to see if he could gauge how he was feeling just at a glance. "How are you feel - "
But the rest of his sentence died away. Otto was rubbing at a spot on his arm where Chance knew the hourglass tattoo was; and a second later he was looking wide-eyed and stunned, something held in his hands that hadn't been there a second before.
"Uh," said Chance, staring at it, and then at Otto. "The ********." Quote: Chance:Virus Counter: 9 HP: 50
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 1:39 pm
[ DORM ]He wandered around, didn't see any people besides locked doors. Ace called Catherine again, she still wasn't replying. The tall guy sighed, "Something was cutting off the hunter and weapon bonding?" He brushed the hair on his forehead backward. A while of search and he got impatient and yelled in the corridor, "Anyone can tell me what happened?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 1:39 pm
Dorm 3rd Floor Dead? Were they? Lydia didn't want to lose hope so soon, though her eyes travelled nervously from one downed body to another and another, further down the hallway. "The doors are all open..." Her voice trailed off, and she gave her head a shake. "The people in the hallways, some of them looked sick. Twice now I've been on a mission where there have been hunters that have become infected with some kind of virus. Green eyes, hostility....it's always seemed to progress at a rapid rate." Despite how very small and frightened she had appeared only moments before, something in Lydia had switched gears, perhaps the same something that had kept her alive long enough to get her podded on Deus to begin with, nearly two years prior. "There's an antivirus, but I don't know if it works." She loosed her hand from Aro's stepping further into the hallway. "Check the bodies, help them if you can. I'm going to look inside the rooms." Stopping at one of the open doors on the third floor, Lydia took a deep breath and went inside, searching for something or even just somebody that could help them. OOC Lydia Virus Counter: 3 HP: 40
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 1:40 pm
[Dormitories - Horace] Nothing. He looked at Oliver and shrugged with a sheepish smile. "Do you really think they were?" With a raised eyebrow, he began to jog along the hallway, hoping Oliver would follow. "Hey, uh, maybe we should see if we can find more sleeping people?" Maybe one would say something useful. "Grab the doors on the left; I'll take the right, Oliver." Horace began to systymatically try every door knob, looking for more, uh... clues, he guessed. Quote: COUNTER: 2 HP : 50/50 RUNIC: daggers
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 1:40 pm
Zoobey The Hunter she saw collapse suddenly stood up, and looked right at her. There was a loud crack as its neck turned an angle it really should not have. It seemed like nobody else had paid attention to it yet. It, because its face was wrenched in a terrifying smile, lit by unnatural green eyes. It shambled towards Creedence, slowly, fingers stretched into claws. Maebe's teasing and Dawson's chiding went unnoticed. Maebe was one of those girls, it was fine. If you were that pretty you didn't have to be anything else. Besides...closing her eyes for a moment, Creedence lost her besides, lost track of things again. Opening them she offered a confused smile to Chance then Otto. Then the hunter coming towards them. It was smiling back. "Are they better?" She asked, vision blurring as she lifted a hand toward to gestured toward the hunter. "What happened to their eyes?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 1:41 pm
ARORANGI - DORMS / THIRD FLOORHe tried not to think about how these were actual human beings that were sick, not just mindless bodies. Arorangi took a deep breath to steady himself and knelt down beside Jake to squint at the hunter, temporarily letting go of Lydia's hand. There wasn't much to be done, he didn't have any medicinal experience.
"Seeing what?" Arorangi asked, with a backwards look at Jake. "Are you okay?"
A soft sound, a low moan, made him turn his head; and something bright and green caught Arorangi's gaze. Narrowing his eyes in confusion, he tugged on Lydia's hand just before she pulled free from him, casting a worried look around them.
"Lydia," said Arorangi, pointing at the glowing green vial. "Do you want to go and see what that is while you are looking in the rooms?" Quote: Arorangi:Virus Counter: 9 HP: 40
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 1:42 pm
courtyardToo many people made the skin at the base of his neck itch something fierce. Leslie was half tempted to slide into a corner somewhere, but the courtyard was thorns on top of thorns, a green wall around them. Leslie turned his eyes to Jack as he bucked his head, squinting. "Jesus christ. Talking to you. That's not ******** ominous at all, jesus wept." (He'd spent a little too long around someone.) counter - 6
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 1:43 pm
[ Courtyard ]
As expected, vines began to creep toward him again, but this time Wilson was more careful. He tried to peer past the vines, his face paling slightly as he glimpsed the sleeping hunters.
Finally pulling back, Wilson decided he needed to cut these vines. But he didn't have anything to cut it with...He looked around, took in the situation as much as he could before spotting Otto and running over to grab his wrist.
"That sickle. Try cutting the vines with it? Anywhere with vines."
Virus Counter: 1
HP: 25/60
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 1:46 pm
Prolixity [Thorn passage] The cold numb space inside his mind didn't object. He lifted the mask to his face and put it on.
"Hello," said the child, "I have a name."
It spoke in Jordan's mind, and each word rang painfully, resonating in his skull not just words but images, pictures, brief flashes of people and everything. Jordan saw the garden, but he also saw brief glimpses of the world. He saw where the child had stepped, and watched those towns and cities crumble. He saw people infected, fleeing running away, just glimpses. He saw tvs, the news, report virus outbreaks, report numerous casualties.
And then static again. The child still sat on the tree. "What is your name?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 1:49 pm
[ courtyard ]He kept a watchful eye on Ian as he was suddenly dragged away, imparting to him a gentle grimace, and he mouthed the word, "Sorry." As much as Ian had said to the contrary, he did look pale and though it very much could have been chalked up simply to the fact that they'd all been rudely awakened in the middle of the night, Shiloh worried. He always worried, when it came to Ian. The only reason he allowed himself to be led away was because Ian was in the company of Quinn, one of the few people on the island he trusted with his life. It was difficult to keep one eye on his fiance and the rest of his attention focused on Lucky, but as the Life hunter explained that she was back, he suddenly had Shiloh's full attention. "Is it really her? Or is it just Charlotte - Are they both alive? What the - what the heck is it? And where the hell is Caelius, and the rest of them?" He stared hard at Lucky, taking a pause in his line of questioning. "We need to at least know what we are dealing with, even if you don't say how. We don't need more panic but people aren't looking good, Lucky, what if we are already infected?" It was at that moment that he caught Quinn falling, and another hunter helping him up, and Shiloh grabbed Lucky's arm, pulling him back towards the group. "You can give me the full details later," he said with a quiet curtness, "For now, we've gotta get out of this situation. We're a bunch of sitting ducks right now, so if you have any suggestions on that front, now's the time, Lucky." --- "Quinn! Are you alright?" he asked as they rejoined the group, letting go and placing a hand on Quinn's arm before casting a concerned glance at Ian and the hunter that had helped Quinn.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 1:50 pm
In a single disjointed step, it wrapped its hands around her neck and buried its teeth in her shoulder. The bite was messy, it instantly drew blood and separated skin from sinew.
It didn't let go. OOC Creedence is being attacked! The assailant needs to take 10 damage to be KO'ed/ removed from her. For every post she makes from now until the assailant is removed, she takes +5 to her virus meter. She can also attack her assailant, but same mechanics apply.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 1:50 pm
A weapon. But it wasn't Tenya. Not by a long shot. However, holding it in his hand, he felt, knew, that it was not going to be much use in melee combat. Then again, blindly fighting things never really solved problems, despite wishing it did. He was in Sun after all, not Death anymore. The concern his company brought was felt, and appreciated. Dawson had been carrying him that whole time, and Chance had even come over to see if he was okay once he woke up. He wasn't alone during this confusing time. "This ain't my weapon." Otto murmured up at the tall form of Dawson. "And.. I don't hear nuthin'." Not Tenya, and the voice was gone too. Otto was then looking for whatever Creedence was muttering about, when he felt a sudden hand over his wrist. He flinched, looking over at... "Wilson!" Otto's eyes widened. He hadn't seen his old friend in a while. Otto looked at his weapon, and then the vines. Oh right. Farm equipment.. vines.. It made some sense. "Right. Got it." Maybe.. maybe he could actually do something right for once. "Guys? I'm gunna try and get rid of some of those vines so we can get out." Otto hurried to where Wilson had led him, and began to try cutting down the vines.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 1:50 pm
[Oliver - Dormitories] "I-I d-don't know..." The boy replied doubtfully. It would be awfully hard to sleep through the alarm, but why were some of them awake and alert if others were not? He nodded and turned towards the leftmost door, and spotted a figure he missed earlier in the hallway. "H-Horace, look!" He said quickly, jogging a little ways down the hall to where a figure was slumped. He did not recognize the man. It was like he had gotten drowsy while on his way somewhere, and now sat with his back against a door frame. Although he was not responsive to the boy's approach, there was a feverish, sweaty look about him. Oliver crouched down hastily to examine the hunter. "H-hey, are you awake? Can you hear me?" He reached out to check the man's pulse.
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