Welcome to Gaia! ::

Saya stared. They could get .. she supposed, they could get weapon tablets that way but it felt a little off.

"I'm Saya--"

Saya was saved from an answer to Dakota, by Wilson (thank you Wilson.) it would have been an awkward reasoning, to explain why she healed Ryan over Dakota. She only had one bandage unless .. he wanted a band-aid? Saya waved to Wilson as he walked off, her other hand slipping behind her back to raise her weapon for battle. If they were lucky, tea-time could have been longer than a couple of minutes. But unfortunately, being in the middle of a battle wasn't exactly ideal.

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OOC:
Character Name: Saya
HP: 40/40
Target: Ryan
Damage: n/a
Effect: n/a
Heal: 19 hp!
Charge: 1/3
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3 ))

Saya's appearance

A cute female hunter with long green-yellow hair!

Sasha gave a glance over her shoulder, her whole expression brightening when she caught sight of Jerry. That was good; it made her feel better to know that he was alright. Sasha exhaled quietly as she offered him a small wave. He looked tired and bedraggled. Poor guy.

Sasha hurried towards him, brow knitting in concern as she reached forward to squeeze his shoulder.

"H-hi Jerry. How're you holding up?"

Hel just stared.

She then looked at the white coats running around. “Someone. Anyone. Please. Weaponize her. I will even put her in the net for you.”

Did she just - ?

She did, didn't she.

The white haired creature had just kicked Eva in the shins. Gale stared at it, his mouth slightly agape as though he were not quite entirely certain that what had happened had actually happened.

He reached up a hand, rubbing at his face. His other hand was pressed against the cut to his middle, trying to stem the bleeding as he stepped - or rather, limped - back over to Eva, his expression darkening a little. He looked over at the first creature, the one that she was talking to.

She does look human.

Almost.

<< Reaper. >> said Jinhai quietly. << They tend to look the most human-like. >>

Gale slid his eyes over to Eva. "It's almost like we're fighting ourselves, isn't it?"




[ HP: 3/50
Target: N/A
Damage: N/A
Charge: 0/3 2/2
Items: Runic chains x1, modified pendant x1 ]









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Sparrow lifted his scythe, twirling it around as he looked at the hunter, arching one brow again. "You'd prefer me to go say hello to...that one, do you?" he asked, amused in spite of himself. He followed the hunter's gaze, a smirk twisting his lips upwards. "Well, now, that's very interesting, isn't it?"

But he was already taking a step back, towards the other hunter.

"It was a pleasure meeting you," Sparrow called airily. "I do hope we get acquainted again sometime soon."

He supposed he could have just attacked right then and there and tried to finish him off - the human did look more than a little worse for the wear, but Sparrow did not mind switching to a new "acquaintance," as he had called it.

And the one with the guns did look quite a bit more...interesting. And somehow more important. Sparrow had the distinct impression that he was no ordinary hunter, not like the younger ones - though he had no idea how the hierarchy of hunters was organized, so he could not be certain in the slightest, other than what he had already seen.

Shadows had already begun collecting at the tip of Sparrow's scythe. He felt a bullet ricochet off of his arm, another whizzing past his face, and though it hurt he still ran forward, his expression determined.

"Good afternoon," he said, and swung the scythe towards the hunter.



[ HP: 35/40
Target: Simon
Damage: 7 ]

Jerry had lifted his weapon to scan through the milling crowd, trying to see which was hunter, which was monster. He was a blasting machine. He had danced his way through this mission with minimal injuries, which was saying something for his usual luck. Maybe he could take one out in one blow. His shoulder still stung from the supportive gesture, but it served as a good reminder...

Suddenly, there was a fresh hand on his shoulder and a soft voice and the high-strung man gave a terrified yelp, which was quickly drowned out by Roar's sudden barking blast as his hand flinched and the resulting explosion raked through the crowd.

"Oh!" He panted, lowering his weapon quickly after whirling around to see who it had been. He was certain she wouldn't appreciate a bazooka pointed in her face. "S-sasha! Oh... oh, thank goodness you're okay!"







Character Name: Jerry
Description: Nerdy, bedraggled hunter, missing a lens in his glasses and carrying a bazooka.
HP: 35/50
Target: Hel
Damage: 13 Charge: 3/3 (Y2 Battle Cry, Y3 Battle Cry)
Effect: Killzone Zen slap: -5 instead of -6 modifier
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3
Items: Runic Bandages (Allan- unused), Communication device, Runic Daggers, Pack of tissues

It was only a small inkling of hope that fluttered heavily in Xiu's chest. From what Shun was saying, it sounded as if it wasn't necessarily impossible that the mindflayer could be saved, but very, very unlikely. The baku tried to grasp onto that tiny hope, the gears in her mind working away as she tried to convince herself that it could be possible. Maybe they would have been able to save Red had Caelius not destroyed her. If they brought Riley back in one piece, then maybe...maybe...

She let go of Shun to bury her face in her hands. For a moment, she simply stood there, lips pressed together into a tight line as she tried to bite back any sobs. Shun was right--whether or not Riley could be saved, this wasn't the place to think about that. First, they had to get deal with the Hunters and get back home safely.

Sighing, she lowered her hands, swiping at her slightly reddened eyes with the back of her hand. "R-right, yes. We...we have to make sure that the Hunters don't capture any of us." Losing Riley was already more than she could take right now--she didn't know what she would do if Shun, Mitsu, or another friend was taken away from her as well.

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OOC:
Character Name: Xiu-Ying
HP: 28/40
Target:
Damage:
Effect: --

Blade Kuroda

Inu-Mitsu

Appearance

5'2" girl with long white hair in a loose braid. Pink eyes, tapir-shaped ears, and a lion tail. Dressed in Chinese-style clothing. Wears a flower clip in her hair.

((entering))

Well thank Jack for that.

Alamea had grown tired of being a chia-pet and upon waking was instantly relieved to find that she could tear the flowers free from her body. Taking no mind of her surroundings just yet she managed to free herself from most of them. A few had fallen in such a way, such as the gash on the top of her head, that she seemed alright with letting them be. There was a fear of taking them all out since she had so many to begin with, what if they were all that was holding her up now.

Mea froze. She was still here.

Frantically the rabbit-ghoul was up to her feet, looking over the sea of figures. Had her friends seen her fall? Did they fear the worst. "DeeeeEEEEV! FaaaaLLLOW!" she said, cupping her hands over her mouth and bouncing along quickly through various fights and groups. They could tell her what had happened and maybe what was going on now.

If they weren't safe there would be hell to pay, but for now she moved into a sprint, calling them frantically. "HAS ANYONE SEEN MY DOG AND HORSE?"

Like anyone would know what the Jack she was talking about.



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(( OOC:
Character Name: Alamea
HP: 30/30
Target: No one - yet.
Damage: This is how much damage you dealt.
Effect: n/a
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3
Item: First Aid Kit))

And yet, those who were not quite yet division leader material, Hunters ranking from trainee to full-fledged, it was becoming increasingly obvious that they were getting tired. This time, Amityville had more than just students: many of them had learned and adapted from their experiences and encounters in the past. They knew now which ones to target, recognizing Hunters for who they were, no longer fighting alone and confused.

The tide had not yet turned, but slowly and surely, those of Halloween gave the Hunters a very clear message. They would fight with all their Fear till the very end.

They were Halloween and Halloween never died.