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 Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 9:28 pm
Petro had stopped yelling, conserving his strength to keep himself moving. The monster horse continued his dead run, suddenly bursting through the fog where the others were. Whether it was Jericho's yell or the combined light of the flashlights, it wasn't certain what led Petro to them. One thing was clear, from the wild, sightless look in his eyes and his constant clawing at his knapsack, Petro was still in the hallucination's grip.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 9:32 pm
Amon Larethian He had barely the strength or will to cry out at the blade's strike, he would no longer give the creature any such satisfaction. He was tired of this, tired of this game, tired of this fog, tired of the damned island! Eyes narrowed, his jaw set, Sheridan reclaimed his book, talons curling around it in a tightening grip. He charged, leaping into the air above the figure. He was going to shove that book down it's throat! (( HP: 14
Damage: 7 )) 
It was odd how the figure allowed itself to be hit before swinging its axe out to create a strong wind, forcing the dragon away from it. Then, lifting up a finger and wagging it at him as if to say 'HA not so easy', it then moved backwards back into the fog. As it enveloped the figure, a glowing pendent dropped out of its cloak, landing on the ground with a soft 'thud'.
HP: 0
LOOT: Quote and post minipet profile please, and RP picking up the pendent! <3
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 9:40 pm
Dragain
It was odd how the figure allowed itself to be hit before swinging its axe out to create a strong wind, forcing the dragon away from it. Then, lifting up a finger and wagging it at him as if to say 'HA not so easy', it then moved backwards back into the fog. As it enveloped the figure, a glowing pendent dropped out of its cloak, landing on the ground with a soft 'thud'.
HP: 0
LOOT: Quote and post minipet profile please, and RP picking up the pendent! <3 (( Profile here: Amon )) Whatever satisfaction he may have felt as his strike hit was cut all too short as the dragon found himself thrown backward. So easily, how had it done that so easily? He hadn't even hurt it! And then it was gone, as if it had never been there in the first place. ARGG! STOP TOYING WITH ME! What was that? A glint of a reflection on the ground where the robbed creature had stood barely a moment before. Had it dropped this? He paused a moment, what if it came back? Cautiously he reached out, picking up the pendant in one hand. What was it? Was it a clue? Or another trap?
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 9:41 pm
Huni Pi Petro had stopped yelling, conserving his strength to keep himself moving. The monster horse continued his dead run, suddenly bursting through the fog where the others were. Whether it was Jericho's yell or the combined light of the flashlights, it wasn't certain what led Petro to them. One thing was clear, from the wild, sightless look in his eyes and his constant clawing at his knapsack, Petro was still in the hallucination's grip.
Lizzy was finally calming down; although her heart was still racing, at least it was for a different reason. She inhaled deeply, letting it out before loosening her grip on Jericho, climbing off him as she murmured a soft 'Thank you' while trying her best not to look directly at him. Her face felt warm - which was odd as she was cold blooded, but Jericho was warm... She twitched, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks again.
At if on cue to save her from embarrassment, she heard someone else come out of the fog. Looking up, her eyes widened and she broke into a grin when she realized that it was Petro. When her eyes met his, however, it was clear what she had to do. Picking up her weapon, she frowned slightly before picking up enough courage to move to the boil who had saved Amrita during Christmas.
It was time to return the favor.
"PETRO, you're fine now!" She yelled, standing in front of the boil that towered over her before bringing the bat down - hard - on the back of his legs (the only place she could reach comfortably) to bring him back, "PETRO."
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 9:44 pm
...Ugh.
Malodore's head ached powerfully. That was the first thing the plague doctor became aware of as it awoke. It kept its eyes closed tightly, trying to assess its own state as best it could. Head aching... but from the feel of the pain, it was a tension headache rather than actual damage. Its throat was sore, but not hideously so. All else seemed in order...
It could do this. It could be clinical. Scientific. Yes. Science never lied.
It opened its eyes... and jerked backwards, scrambling away and out of Riley's arms. "Get away!" it gasped. "Get away, get away, leave me alone, you're not real..."
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 9:47 pm
Sitting up once Lizzy had let him go, Jericho looked up to see Petro storm into the area. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Sheridan around as well. He looked back at the former, who seemed locked into an illusion still, judging his expression and actions. The pink haired girl had things under control hopefully, as he saw her try and thwack him with her bat.
What got his attention more, however, was Malodore. Seeing the Plague doctor awake, he was soon alarmed as it freaked out and tried to scramble away.
"Malodore!" he said sternly, "Calm down. We're all real here. The illusions seem to be stopping.."
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 9:50 pm
And then some other boil came charging toward the group, still looking as if he was seeing things. Aksaja didn't know him, though, and it seemed Lizzy did - so he left the ghoul to deal with that.
When Malodore suddenly shoved Riely away, though . . . okay, that was gonna stop. Right now. Turning around, Aksaja shone his flashlight right into the plague doctor's face. "HEY! Snap out of it, she's real, I'm real, we're all real here. Whatever you saw was the lie. Okay?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 9:55 pm
He was gasping for breath, barely managing to keep himself from collapsing right then and and there. His body burned, his arms, his legs, his tail, oh god his tail. He looked down at the deep gash, silver colored blood flowing freely from the wound. He had to do something about that? But with what? He had no cloth with him, he had lost his shirt on the ship, all he had was his pants.
It would have to do. Ripping through one pant leg with his talons, her tore off the fabric below his knee, the using the fabric to wrap the wound as best he could. A grimace of pain, he tied the fabric in a knot to hold it in place. Ow! Damn that hurt!
He must have looked a horrid sight, his tails slashed, blood still flowing from various other wounds, his hands covered in his own blood. He wanted to simply lay where he was, to rest, he didn't have the strength to go on.
NO! He had to get up, he had to try!
"Where are you?"
He called out to the other students. Maybe they could find him.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 9:56 pm
Sheridan was thrown from the fog, and Petro ran towards them unseeing - both were sudden and violent returns of two more students, but they were returns nonetheless. Riley's eyes widened as Lizzy.. took care of Petro in her own way. Well, that was certainly one way to knock someone out of a hallucination.
Literally.
She hadn't expected the ghoul to respond in such a physical way, but she didn't have much time to think on it. Malodore was stirring in her arms, and Riley's heart leapt for joy. She turned her head to one side, bending it to get a good look, when suddenly Malodore ripped itself away from her arms. She felt like something was ripping inside of her as it happened. Her breath released with a solid whoosh, and refused to return. She stared as it cried out it's disdain, and her eyes flooded with pain.
No. She pushed herself up to her knees and crawled towards him, arms outstretched. No. Don't you run away. I'm not a hallucination, and I won't let them take you away from me again.
She continued to crawl on her hands and feet, determined to pull him back to her. Her eyes became foggy, and distant. She could hardly see Malodore, and it only made her scurry faster.
I won't let them take you again!
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 9:59 pm
Malodore stared at them all - half of its instincts were telling it to run away, but where was it supposed to go? It was so tired. So tired. It squinted against the glare from Aksaja's flashlight. "Are you sure you're real?" it tried, trying to sound suspicious - but oh, it so desperately wanted them to be real...
Its gaze flicked down to Riley, and it shuddered in spite of itself. It had seen her torn limb from limb in the most literal fashion possible, and yet... and yet... no, surely that had to be untrue. Surely.
"... Prove you're real," it said, at last, sidling away from Riley's grasping arms. "I can't.... I can't take it if you all explode or... or..." It gave them all a helpless look.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 10:02 pm
"Sheridan! Over here!" Jericho called to the celestial dragon who seemed a little lost. It wasn't hard to get lost in this fog. But that only gave them more reason to stick together. Pushing himself to his feet now, he furrowed his brow when Malodore was still skeptical that it was in an illusion as they spoke. He kept an eye on the plague doctor. Should it try to run, he'd have to make sure he didn't get too far lest they lose it to the fog once more.
There wasn't much he could do to convince the doctor. That was something Riley would have to do.
In the mean time he raised his blade and imbued it with his FEAR, igniting the wood. He began to wave it around as his own little beacon of sorts to try and draw in others that were still lingering about.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 10:06 pm
((ooc: Boo, Tro, y u ruin Jerizzy moment? >C ))
Something hit him, bringing him down to one knee, the sharp pain coursing through him. No fair! Taming can't involve anyone but the rider! No fair! Doesn't count, this doesn't count, can't count, can't can't can't- "'M not getting tamed," he rasped. Forcing himself back to his feet despite to protest of his muscles, he stumbled forward, hands shooting out to break his fall.
He hears a voice, grimaces at its general direction, eyes finally focusing on, "Lizzy?"
She was alive? She was alive! Oh thank Jack! He practically lunges to hug her, losing balance and ends up sprawled at her feet. Slowly, he realizes his knapsack's strap had somehow managed to loop around his neck, and with his mace weighing it down, his muddled brain mistook it for a rider and kicked into berserk-mode.
"W-what happened?" he asked, "Y'-y're not dead, are y'? Any of y'?" the questioned posed to the others present.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 10:09 pm
This was something Riley would have to do.
Riley, however, was slowly being convinced the world was fading away. It seemed the area decided that the group had had enough of their so called leader, and she had had enough happiness for one day.
Everything disappeared.
Riley, for her end, simply saw Malodore disappearing in the fog just as it asked her if she was real. Her eyes widened and misted over as it's voice was snatched by the wind, and she sat back on her haunches. To all those around her, she was simply sitting there, doing nothing. Her outstretched hands fell to her sides, and her shoulders sagged down. Her eyes had turned a sad, foggy static grey as she tuned the world out.
As far as she knew, she was alone. Again. And she was tired of it. Without thinking, she reached out to the only thing she knew could never leave her alone.
She opened her mind up to the hive, and listened to the voices in her head. They, at least, would never leave her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 10:09 pm
Aksaja backed off a bit when Malodore asked for proof. Riley was the one who knew him best - she was the one to answer that. "All I can tell you is that I'm real. And you're real."
He glanced over at the horse boil. "And no one is dead," he tacked on - just for his benefit. "We're gonna get off this damn island. ALIVE. And then I suggest we have a big damn party t'celebrate that. With alcohol even."
As he finished his little speech, he glanced over to see how Riley was doing. And noticed she was just sitting there staring into space. GREAT. Not again.
Stalking over to her, Aksaja drew a fist back and punched her shoulder - not too hard, but hopefully hard enough. "STOP THAT! GET YOUR MIND BACK HERE YOU IDIOT!" he yelled - both out loud and in her head. Or so he hoped, as he was trying to 'project' thoughts at her.
"Malodore, help me. Help HER. You want her to be real, get her out of this."
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 10:10 pm
His ears twitched, catching the sound of a voice.
"Jericho?"
He had to get up, he had to make it to them! If he could find the others, it would be okay, if they could just stay together.
It was a struggle, his body ached with each movement. Come on Sheridan, get up! Again one foot was under him, then the other, and finally he was standing.
Fire? Did he really see fire? Sheridan blinked, shaking his head to clear it. Jericho! He could see him, and there were others there too, he had found them again!
"Is everyone...okay?"
His words were strained, barely above a whisper, he looked as if he might fall over at any moment.
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