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Nothing Yet rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-16)
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 Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 12:19 pm
It was...they were... gone? His stomach churned. The isles were more empty than they had been, but there were still horsemen living there, weren't there? Did they even have time to say goodbye to one another? And the animals they'd met on the Isle of War... "Mister Growlnose..." he whispered aloud, lip quivering. The wolf's life wasn't more valuable than all of those lost horsemen, but it seemed to be what sent him over the edge. Even if - and he doubted it - all of the horsemen were guilt of something, those animals were innocent. They couldn't have participated in some nefarious plan. The scene to follow was blurry (behind tears that he definitely was not crying), but impossible to ignore. It was faint at first, seeming to solidify as it rose higher and higher into the sky, taking the form of a massive bird before it set it sights on them. All of that pale grey that spread the expanse of the creature's wings sure did remind him of...he frowned. If this was Insanity too, then... He was sluggish in his motions, bogged down by his confusions, held back by sudden nausea. He didn't understand this. He couldn't make the connections in his head. Was Ash okay? As the others made their first moves towards the bird, he hesitated. How could he know that hitting it wouldn't somehow hurt Ash too? He sighed. Took just a minute to put another text into the queue. And joined the fight. He wasn't going to be able to find anything out about his boilfriend if he didn't get back home to him.  Character Name: Thackery HP: 40/40 Target: Phoenix Damage: 0 Effect: must roll doubles to hit People Attacking: n/a Appearance Thackery is a 5'6" Cerberus, wearing two visible keys, a blue hairclip on his collar, and a hodgepodge of Death/War Clan style attire. He has retained a small patch of flowering vines.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 12:22 pm
Leon. Thank God. Sasha's face was expressionless. Jerry said he was fine; Sasha could tell by the giggles burbling from him that he was not fine. "Do not m-move, Jerry," Sasha warned before turning to glance up at Leon. "He's hurt," she whispered in a tone just loud enough that the other Lifer could hear, her voice hitching breathlessly. "But I think he can walk.. or hobble, at least." Sasha sent a glance towards the madness occurring nearby. "Should.. what.. should we move him? I mean.." she lowered her voice, "or at the very least put the zombie down, like Jerry said?" Honestly the trainee had no idea what to do. The piercing melancholy she'd felt when attacking the pale phoenix made it difficult to focus... and she was feeling rattled enough as it was. She turned to glance over her shoulder just as Jordan seemed to take control of the situation, and Sasha couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. (( OOC: rp omg Character Name: Sasha HP: 40/40 Target: - Damage: - Effect: - Charge: 0/3 || 0/2))
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 12:22 pm
A soundless blast, hollow ringing, the sound of a thousand minds, Fears, beings interconnected all together at once-
- Falling into silence.
Many Four Clans survivors, the ones that had followed Medea, simply stopped attacking, the pain unrelenting, tearing, slow and hollow.
What did it sound like, what did it feel like as a thousand beings were simply snuffed out, buried with an equally long legacy in culture? What did it feel like to have everything destroyed in one fell swipe, to have nothing left, to not even be prepared, to not even have predicted that-
Medea placed one hand on Aisa's shoulder, locking eyes with Ylaria, Invictus, Cymbelline, Alke, her figure still strong. She placed her free arm forward, in silent prayer. "All paths lead to the-"
A hollow shriek interruped her words, the roar resonating into an outraged echo, barren and hollow. "Help us."
The loud jangle of bells attempting to ward away the remnants, the Insanity. "Glance away, Heirs- my kin, do not look-"
It was too late, the creature was too close, it was too easy to see. To see that every single piece of the "phoenix" was actually comprised of thousands of fragments of their clansmembers dying over and over again. They seemed to cry out, pheonix feathers shifting to limbs, broken arms and charred faces that stretched, mutated, merged into each other.
"Help us - "
They called out, lost and confused, over and over as the form, the giant Insanity cluster built out of a thousand damaged, broken, dissolved bodies continued to coil and distort, contents swirling uncontrollably in the cauldron, the container, the phoenix
"Help us-"
Loud and dissonant cries at once, familiar voices and faces, familiar feelings memories, half-formed cries-
-"Help us go home."
OOC This is not a new GM round but a reaction post for the Horsemen
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 12:24 pm
Her fingers remained latched, the flesh of her right hand stinging as Feros bit hungry at her hand and FEAR. Then she was falling forward. She didn't show confusion or fear, as Jordan stepped back her fingers slipping free of his throat leaving a lingering burn like frostbite. She released the hammer dropping in a crouch.
It was a stalemate, she was in a horrible position, he didn't have a weapon.
"Consider that a matching scar, for your little flower boys shoulder."
She paused though, the cries above her caused her to stop, to ignore the hunter for a moment. As she stared up into the horror of the shifting mass inside the pheonix, Red and Riley, they had been one. One single creature composed of other single souls crushed together in that agony. It froze her in place.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 12:29 pm
Jordan took one step back, out of easy reach, and resummoned Ferros. The hammer dissolved in a swirl of metallic motes, reforming in his hand. He reached up to touch the band of icy, biting pain at his throat. "I'm not ashamed of scars," he said. "You're well outnumbered. You want a rematch sometime when that - " he gestured at the ashen phoenix overhead, " - isn't threatening us all, I'll be happy to oblige." (( OOC:Character Name: Jordan HP: 50/50 Target: Damage: Charge: 0/3 Effect: Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3 - Items: Modified pendant, capture gun))
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 12:36 pm
Her eyes snapped down again, FEAR focusing on the hunter. She flexed her right hand feeling the wounded flesh, her eyes flickered again, FEAR leaking around the edges as the flames danced. "Your numbers don't scare me hunter." She stood up walking past him picking up the flowers she had ripped out of Rep, slipping them in her robes looking back towards him.
"Oh, I will enjoy that very much." She then turned back towards the pheonix.
She stared for a long while, remember each horsemen she had met on the islands those she sparred with, dinned with. Sat around and learned from. They would all suffer now, and likely die again for good.
It killed her to know they would have to do it, to spill the blood of their own brother kind. It made her sick.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 12:43 pm
Israfel smiled at Whisper. "That is why I will fight now, because this fate-" A look again to the stone mindflayer, "should not be shared." No one should become stone. No one should be forced to watch, helpless as their friend died, unable to do anything. That was a fate none of them deserved. But if things progressed, it might be the fate of them all. A giant bird of insanity was more or less a flying death sentence. Sighing at Shehk's decision he nodded. "I will worry about you Shehk. Keeping Riley safe if good, but I would hope you will not risk injury in doing so." He looking in his pockets, frowning at the lack of bandages. "If you get injured, let me know. I will do my best to heal you with my song. Though, it is not always effective." He fussed a tad at the admission. He would prefer if his song was perfect but- Considering what it had been, it was much more effective. now. Lucien's arrival made things tighten in his chest and sent pain into his heart. Lucien was here and it was distressing to say the least. Wings shuffled slightly as Israfel tried to find the right things to say, the right actions to do but, nothing seemed to be coming out. As the boil's smile grew, Israfel's worry edged out mingling with a fierce desire to protect and hold. "Lucien-" he whispered, going to the spirit, embracing him a soft hug, "I'm glad to see you're alright and-" The phoenix moved and Israfel's expression hardened. "I do not this this will be an easy fight for us." HP: 50/50 Target: none Damage: None Status: Israfel's wings have become deep blue and back, and his eyes are glowing overly brightly.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 12:47 pm
Lucidity returned slowly to Before, but in the interim he wondered since when did Bix get so banged up? "Bro, don't call me that in public," > n> he wheezed, the embarrassment in his voice a sure sign of his disorientation. "You said something about Boss' balls?" he chuckled wryly, turning towards Ariane, mind still lingering on the Haunted House's happenings. "You show 'em who's boss, Boss!" he cheered.
Another voice, another touch, to his shoulder this time had Before expecting it to be Tika. A blush was already forming on his face as he turned to face her and instead saw someone else. She mentioned something about a hit, and Vanna's voice rang clear in his head.
You're losing yourself, silly Before. Come back. Come back to ME.
He blinked, slowly, and recognition gradually dawned on him. OnO ;A; He threw his arms wide to pull both Bix and Tori to him. "Alive. Yes. Both alive. Horsemen are dead yeah? Yeah. Good. Time to mop up the rest of the mess, then." His face split into a deranged, feral grin.
Maybe Before wasn't completely back to his sane state of mind. Or as sane as he ever was. That blow to the Phoenix had addled him and Vanna somehow.Dragain Before's kinda loopy atm. Cursed Insanity!
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 12:47 pm
The song of the Phoenix..... The fae shuddered... it was tearing them apart, as it was alive - it seemed to have a life of its own. Not one life, actually! Thousands of lives of those horsemen, trapped in it, forced to re-experience their pain and loss and disintegration; that's what it was. Wylfenne was shocked, no, for worse, they felt nullified by the amount of this misery. It was like their homey Wild Hunt coming alive and devouring everyone in it. Wylfenne could not look up at the Heirs nor at those horsemen who were here because they had come to their rescue. They could feel their pain, swirling around them and joining their fear. The fae felt miserable and despite knowing that their sympathy was unwanted, that's what they actually felt. Sympathy. And care. So unnatural for them, it still came up swelling in their throat. They could not look up at the Horsemen. Instead, they turned to Aurian and asked helplessly: 'Can't we do anything for them?'
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 12:50 pm
Rep watched the fight for what felt like ages, rooting the whole time for Jordan, waiting for a moment to leap in and help, to sink Tracey into zombie flesh till he hit the dull resistance of bone and then further. He remembered acutely the dull thick feel of flesh under a blade, everything was breakable, everything died. He could think of nothing else, caught in a violent cold loop in his own thoughts.
As the massive writhing nightmare phoenix cried out he was drawn away from the small scuffle before him to look upon the suffering of an entire civilisation. All the lives, all the bodies, trapped, tormented. It was grand, it was grotesque it was beautiful.
He felt no horror, no remorse for what they'd done in the name of survival.
He just smirked in a twisted and satisfied way.
He'd ******** told them. He'd told them in the famine lair.
"Cause that's the ******** b***h about humans isn't it? Resourceful little /parasites/."
Humanity was a b***h.
He hoped that monster that had threatened them was in the phoenix, reliving its death infinitely. It was a fate too ******** good for them.
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OOC: JUST RP
Character Name: Rep
HP: 40/40 (defended for 1 ) (but bleeding. IDK, just go with it right.)
Target: N/A
Damage: ??
Charge: 0/3 0/2
Status:
Items: A mint
Appearance Pale skinned redhead weilding an enormous axe. Very animated in his emotions. He has his scarf tightly tied around the wound on his shoulder. [x]
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 1:02 pm
The first thing he felt was a flash of anger, perhaps jealousy- didn't he deserve it more than an heir who had barely been around the last few years, hadn't he done everything she asked for, why--
He was only beginning to realise how futile everything was, how stupid, how pointless. What would killing a single hunter do, what purpose would it serve, when there were so many worms around them, wriggling and squirming, begging to be stomped on? He had long discarded the flippant, cheery facade for seriousness, because of the sense of duty, because of blind faith, blind devotion.
Do not look-
Alke wrenched his gaze away from Medea, the only one he had really looked at for the past few years of his life, turning instead to watch the phoenix. He had seen one before, blazing and brilliant, soaring overhead in the sky, and he had hated it, because it defied the very concept of death. Now, as he watched the bodies shifting and screaming, he wondered if someone, somewhere, was just being extremely, unnecessarily cruel. Death would have been a far more elegant end, much more so than this endless cycle of repetition, a mere mockery.
He took a single step towards the phoenix, one arm reaching out tremulously, as if he could touch them, as if he could pull them out of suffering. Those he knew, those he didn't; they were, they had all been family, just by virtue of the fact that--
"I just wanted to know if, maybe you were free, if you wanted to spend some time together?"
She had always been giggly and a little shy, just another one of the priestesses. He hadn't even bothered asking her name.
It was her voice he heard clearest now--
"Help us go home."
Alke stumbled backwards, his gaze fixed on her, watching as her body contorted, limbs snapping, watching as she screamed, burning away into nothing, and then the cycle repeated itself, endlessly... endlessly?
This was not the end, not yet. The path Medea spoke of could not end here, there was clearly something else left to do- he would have to build a home for them to go back to. As if something in him had snapped, the horseman suddenly stood up, straight, whispering something in a language very few others would know; a farewell prayer, a common ritual chant.
He moved to Ylaria, and stood by her silently.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 1:04 pm
Hearing the cry of the phoenix, Deryk looked up as the creature was closer, and when he saw what was in its body, his face paled considerably. There, he saw hundreds, if not thousands beings, trapped and dying over and over again. His eyes widened as he saw their forms drift in and out, tormented with their suffering. An entire civilization all up in that nightmare.
This was to save the world, he told himself. They were doing the right thing.
And yet...
Something about all of this felt wrong.
The trainee looked at his weapon, then to everyone around them. It was like they had just bombed Hiroshima to stop the war. How had those soldiers felt after it was done? Had it really been the best thing for them to do? He struggled with this answer.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 1:07 pm
Sammy walked quietly her boots crushing gravel below her feet as she moved beside Rep, going past his smirking face. Her strange eyes flickering, he would feel it, those strange purple orbs flickering like fires focusing on him from the side.
"Enjoy it hunter. Next time we meet. I'll do more then pluck a flower out your shoulder." Her booted crunched the rubble and dust as she moved past him leaving the hunter behind going back towards the statue. Open holes in her gifted robes caked in dark blood as she joined Israfel and Shehk.
"Is this it then? We fight. Again?"------------------------ (( OOC: Character Name: Sammy HP: 36/40 Target: None Damage: 0 Status: None Items: none ))
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 1:13 pm
The fight on the island in the sky had been quick, and if Bulbous had to compare it, he liked it more than most days in the den. He often didn't get to play with humans, text a few things against them, he usually got scraps. But the fight had turned into something unpredictable and wild. Out of control the fight became a mess and then- the light. The light that was blinding, and as the island fell, Bulbous wondered what could have caused such a thing. He didn't have long to wonder as they crashed into the water, the impact shattering some vials, just barely containing their effects inside of him. He could feel his pets dying as he forced the excess FEAR into them. He hated to do it, but if he vanished he'd take his vials and chemicals with him. Not exactly a helpful event. Standing, he coughed, tattered wings leaving his mouth before vanishing. Almost all his moths were dead, and it brewed a red hot anger in him. It would not have happened if the humans hadn't invaded and- He turned to look at their precious islands and felt him unable to form words. Gone. All of it. The Islands were fallen, lost as FEAR vanished into the air. How he could not grasp. They were horsemen, they were the most powerful, the most brilliant. They were the ones who would change the world so how? How did they fall so fast? How could they have not seen this coming? The horseman felt one of his last moths, a death's head hawkmoth roughly the size of a large cat, land on his shoulder. A click. As the Pheonix came down, he almost wished he could simply turn away. To not see the abomination before him. His friends, his students, his people- They were in there, crying out, dying, twisting tormented and unable to break free. A click. this was nothing like he'd seen before. Had it been any other race, any other part of halloween, he'd want to pick it apart, test it, see what it could do. But these were his people, his lands, his home. Anguish filled him. A click. There were no bells to signal joy, no rustle of bones to signal displeasure but a hiss. A low hiss accompanied by the click of mandibles. The clicking rose in frequency as the horseman turned to the hunters. He could not attack the remnants of his people, even if they were just that. Remnants. He had nothing that might help his people, but he had a hate. He had a burning hate. "Worse than grubs." The moth on his shoulder crawled down, entering his stomach. "Worse than filth. Cattle. Fodder. Toys. Nuisances and irritations." He stopped his clicking. "Food should not fight. Prey should not resist the natural order." A vial ripped from his gut, he launched it at the nearest hunter he saw. HP: 60/60 Target: The most Previous Hunter Posted- Deryk Damage: 3 Status:
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 1:14 pm
Rep's attention snapped for just a moment to Sammy as she walked past him, giving her a wild eyed and predatory look, the smirk not fading for even a moment.
"Next time we ******** meet." he hissed, hauling the axe up to his chest. "Maybe I'll teach you to fly like them."
He didn't care if she heard him.
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