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 Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 1:24 pm
Slowly, Reiko stood up, staring at the huge Insanity phoenix. The thing the Hunters had unleashed by murdering the Horsemen, by destroying their civilization, by being the worst kind of monsters (and wasn't it ironic that the Hunters called them, Halloweeners, that, but they had proved what they were).
That wasn't fair, there were perfectly decent Monsters out there, lumping the Hunters with them was wrong.
Reiko was an onryo. A dead woman who hung back to extract revenge on those who had trampled on her in life. A spirit of vengeance. She wanted vengeance for the Horsemen. They were not her people. It was not her home. That didn't matter. Every Hunter was going to die for this.
She saw what the bird was, and she forced herself to look, to watch those Horsemen dying over and over and over again. There was something wet on her cheek. She reached up to touch it. Tears. She was crying. How interesting.
"Reiko!"
Mitzi's voice.
Calling her name.
It was just enough to wake the onryo up from the state she was in.
Before she could even begin to do what she wished to, she had to find the others. Mitzi had called for her. Mitzi was alive. She could find Mitzi and they could help the Horsemen, defeat the phoenix and send them home.
She moved across the battlefield. "Mitzi! Mitzi!" She called the Reaper ghoul's name, looking for her, searching, searching, and there she was. "Mitzi," her voice was so relieved. She fell forward and wrapped her arms around the other ghoul. "Mitzi, the Horsemen, we have to help them, we have to set them free." Because surely death was better than...this.
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(( OOC: RP Post
Character Name: Reiko Yamamura
HP: 30/30
Target: N/A
Damage: N/A
Effect: Crying. Pissed. Probably a little murderous. ))alliisara Hi, have one very screwed up onryo to hug =D Appearance A pale, black-haired ghoul with brown eyes. Hair is mostly in her face. Wearing a blood-stained kimono, white with light pink trim and pink obi.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 1:24 pm
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Deryk was hit with a vial filled with some sort of mild acid. It didn't hurt that much, but the sudden burn snapping him out of his thought struggle caused the intermediate trainee to let out a loud yelp. Flailing around, he began to try and shake it off. It sort of worked, but there was a lingering sort of pain where it had hit. Looking around, he tried to see where the heck that had come from, soon spotting a rather angry looking horseman staring at him. No. He looked more than just angry. He was practically seething with rage and hatred. Considering what had just happened? He didn't blame him. Slowly, he backed away from the horseman. "Eh.. hehe.. Y-you were aiming at the phoenix and just missed.. badly. Right? Right?" he grinned nervously. He already knew the answer to that question. Quote: Deryk's HP: 47 Target: n/a Damage:n/a Charge:/3 Status: Appearance: Blond hunter wearing Assassin's creed-like attire with a hidden blade.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 1:25 pm
Jerry grunted, smile fading as he crawled back to grab Roar and haul himself back up to his feet, favoring his good leg. "I'm FINE, I said!" He snapped, but his expression softened slightly, face paling as he glanced back up at the churning monstrosity above them. "We... we've got m-more important things to worry about than... then PMSing Zombies," He wiped his nose again. Since resetting it, his Fear Shield had kicked in and the blood had stopped pouring at least. It didn't stop him from looking a mess, but hey, between the blood stains and the sad state of Sasha's hair, they were a mighty fine duo. "W-what... what are we supposed to do about something like that?" He was glad at least the zombie had lost interest or had been scared off. She was stupid, shouting that garbage in the middle of a gaggle of tired, disheveled and irate Hunters.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 1:31 pm
"Gotta keep it together got--," Jude was talking to Deryk as he watched the horrid bird swoop by and actually seemed to focus on it for a moment. Loneliness was not a stranger to him nor was the feeling of dejection or the heartache of knowing...Just knowing you could not escape, but what was he trying to escape where was he trying to go.
He was not trapped like those voices. Jude felt no remorse - he'd disconnected just enough of himself to focus on the mission and to face the 'enemy' but it seemed he didn't disconnect enough because now his insides felt like they were clenching painfully due to the overwhelming affect the creature had.
Don't give up. Can't give up. Don't let me give up.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 1:36 pm
As Yin had not done anything more than ready his Fear for an attack, never actually making a strike at the giant bird, he had not felt much of anything. And he if had? Well, he would have missed Princess Eva and to a lesser degree his friends, but really, he was fine being on his own for the most part. Especially as Alexander was in eyesight. But finding their friends? Well, he had no qualms with that. Strength in numbers in one aspect, trying to protect them another entirely. There was a shriek, pulling his attention away, not knowing that he could feel any more horrified than he had been until he heard the plea for help and saw the phoenix as it came close. He did not know many clansmen, but he had seen some throughout his stay, and while most had been standoffish none had been mean, and on more than one occasion extremely helpful. He had learned from them, they had opened their home to the students. It was bad enough that they had perished, but now to be glued together in an approximation of a creature of such magnitude? It was impossible to ignore. He shuddered, at the same time glad he did not strike and saddened that he had not helped free them. He wanted to look away but it was as if his eyes were fastened to the sight in front of them. "We should look for them," he said almost mechanically, backing up and accidentally bumping into the zomboil. "We should make sure they are not lost to that."------------------------ (( OOC: Character Name: Yin HP: 40/40 Target: Alexander Damage: Useless RP Effect: Seu being disappointed with fail RP Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3 NeoSeussi Alex is taller, let him find people /lazy Appearance Yin is a 5'7" boil dressed in clothing that most would probably not even bother cutting up for rags, and then someone went and added battle damage. He had brown hair, pale green eyes, overly large hands, and antennae.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 1:37 pm
Jerry looked like he could use a drink, 20 even from what leon could asses of the damage to the sun hunters body. leave it to the dopey one to get himself in such bad shape. "I wouldn't want to put any extra strain on his body though, having him move on his own might not be the best choice." he tried to reason and think about what to do with Sasha. last thing he wanted to do was make her worry. A cursory glace around didn't provide material to make a temporary cane. but he need to be moved in case of a swarm. "Hey Jerry, I can try and carry you if you want, you think you can fire that cannon from my back if we do that?" this way you can still fight and be protected from PMSing zombies. he stated over the roar of the phoenix's cry. That thing was just bad news, too similar to the beast that they fought last time that got turned to stone. "The only thing is, that i might not be able to wield my own weapon very well if we try that, can't fall over and crush the poor guy with his noodle arms Sasha." he tried to joke quietly with the fellow life hunter. and cover up his concern about himself being a defenseless target in this royal rumble. (( OOC: RP POST Character Name: Leon HP: 50/50 Target: ?? Damage: ?? Effect: -- Charge: 0/3 || 0/2 moves used Dante's character Leon is chatting away like nothing's happening Quote: Leon is a 5' 11" guy with no shirt on, short brown hair and likes to punch all the things. Wields a chainsaw. He also has in is inventory: - Standard barrier dagger (no restriction access needed), roll 2d20 to defend you and TWO OTHER TARGETS FOR THAT VALUE for a turn. - Communications device, as cell phones do not work to wherever the trainees are traveling, this is the only way for two trainees to get in contact with each other. - Bandages (2 from Arctic madness) 2d10
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 1:38 pm
Medea's hand, to some effect, had calmed the whirling hands of time down around the heir of Death. But it didn't last long, when Aisa realized what she did not before. What Medea had realized from the start. Even Medea's urgent gentle voiced words could not deter the gazes of all the heirs and clansmen, clanswomen from realizing--
Insanity was a painful thing to drag along with you. Like a unnecessary double-edged chain, clinging, rusting, wrapping around your fear core and most of all, never free. But the heirs had managed to cling to the cliff, tethering on an unknown abyss. All they knew, was a blackness that awaited them, if they fell.
...But did she really know what would happen if they fell?
No. No, she didn't. But now it displayed in front of her, in a wretched manner. It was deeper, this was a despair equivalent to an entire world. An entire history. Aisa's despair flared up in greater heights, her eyes fixated on familiar clan members that were no more. All she could see was limbs, brief faces, armors. It was a mercy and a lethal blow to realize she couldn't even recognize individual voices, their echoes piercing her numb brain.
But Aisa could no longer be a ghoul, watching, mourning, sobbing, as she had once been. She wasn't simply a ghoul. She had been a ghoul centuries ago, then a priestess, and now an heir. She had been given the strength, earned it, to withstand. To stop herself from running forward, from pulling clan members out from the impossible. Her visible grief subsided, sinking into her hands, where her scythe also minimized to it's hourglass form. She moved to stand by Medea, Alke, Ylaria, the combination of what was left of Death in this remnants .. Her hands mimicked Medea's, in prayer.
Words passed her lips, much less words than a promise in sound. It was a sentence that couldn't be heard but felt, in the language only they knew.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 1:39 pm
Clerise eyed Reine's attacker, smirking gleefully as the pint-sized girl took matters into her own hands. "Nice hit, starshine~" Her heart soared with something like pride for Reine-- It was no longer false bravado and an icy exterior that was driving her, but something more. "Yeah, well. Little hard for me to forget them, y'know?" Clerise tugged at a vine, feeling it slide underneath her scar tissue, writhing. She shuddered. "You don't have to protect everyone, you know--But. Ehh. I'm pretty ********' glad you've got my back." It's as serious as the acrobat could ever be, but Clerise meant every word. The screeching from above caught her attention, causing red eyes to look upwards at the phoenix-- they were pleading for help. They were begging for assistance-- and it made her mad. Face turned to the sky, Clerise silently curled her lip back-- all she could remember was the sight of Evie's bared neck, head forced back to reveal a pale column that had nearly been decimated thanks to Famine, the taste of another human being's brains in her mouth-- The feeling of feathers carving into her flesh as if it were butter, her flesh peeling away with sharp pain, the feeling of blood rapidly vacating her body-- The slicing of shadows, puncturing her leg beneath her knee, forcing her to buckle down and hit the ground-- The initial LONELINESS and FEAR of a weapon gone. Being so sure that she was a walking corpse, a useless sack of meat with no purpose in life( again), the overwhelming silence that still crowded her mind like an expanding sponge, the silence that kept her up at night, the solitude of a hunter forcefully separated from her weapon-- How dare they ask. How dare they think that they were worthy of something besides their demise, for everything they had surely done? Clerise had been through two lairs and personally faced two of them, and she would never ******** forget it. Reine would need to shake the acrobat out of it to regain her attention-- she was too busy quavering in rage, teeth bared, eyebrows furrowed, body tensed like a bristled dog. She hoped they'd burn. ------------------------ (( OOC:Character Name: Clerise Wilson HP: 40 Target: n/a Damage: n/a Effect: - Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3)) Appearance Clerise is a tall, strong hunter wielding a set of runic daggers. She has short red and gold hair with buns reminiscent of cat-ears. Beneath her white coat is a red leotard, and below that is a pair of thigh high white boots. There are swirled-feather scars along her face, with vines threaded through them, red flowers blooming at her collarbone.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 1:41 pm
Kettil felt naked without Endzela there but once again he did not feel as safe to summon her back and bring her into being. He couldn't keep the focus he needed to bring her back to him and keep her there. He could only hope she'd forgive him and as the bird dipped low several terrible thoughts struck him all at once accompanied by loneliness: he might not make it home and worst of all he might not see Lark again.
His heart gave a heavy lurch and the pain he felt not just physically almost brought him to his knees. He had to help those trapped in the insanity but he was not sure how. He was too weak and he knew far too little. He was hopeless.
He was useless.
Kettil couldn't find his friends or give them needed support when things fell apart earlier. He'd even lead them to a rather fiery doom. He was the worst friend ever. Betrayed Herryk's trust. Betrayed Lark. Now them.
...His heartache grew and seemed poised to overwhelm him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 1:54 pm
L-Lacie fell down, her feet unable to handle the shock of seeing the monstrosity so close to them. If she had been scared of the pnoenix before, it was pure horror and agony that flooded her at seeing the clansmen mutated. S-She had seen some of them when she had wandered the isles. They were not her people, but they were people. Each one with a heart, feelings, and dreams of their own. But to see them tortured into something that was even worse than death..! This was not the end that the priestess at the temple of Death spoke of, had they?
Her body wretched up whatever contents they had left. A bitter taste tinged her mouth.
The voices echoed endlessly in Lacie's head. She didn't have the ability to disconnect herself from this, or reject the reality before her. No, the reaper was far too innocent, too naive, too vulnerable to do such a thing. One might have feared that she might have lost herself in the insanity as well.
The hunters had caused this. They berated the hallloweeners, despised them for killing their own brethren. But they had no qualms about killing the four clans, and trapping them to in an endless fate.
Emotions such as anger, vengeance, hatred.. They all feuled this battlefield. Lacie didn't want to lose herself in those emotions. In her emotions, part of her wanted to kill these hunters, to decimate them until none of them were left. To make them suffer the same pain that they had caused. But another side of her pleaded to help. Lacie didn't want to kill or hurt from anger. Her very reason for fighting was to protect. But in her current state, she could have very well have done it. 'Please save me..' She silently pleaded of her friends.. Xiu, Aurian, and those that she knew, even as she stood up with her glaive, ready to hurt somebody.
OOC:
Character Name: Lacie
HP: 30/30
Target: -
Damage: -
Effect:
Appearance: Lacie: A somewhat timid and small reaper, with silver pigtails and a blue dress, who fights with an ice glaive.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 1:58 pm
"Things blew up?" Joachim asked with a bit of curiosity at Muka, this was rather unusual. Joachim gave Ev a look of concern as she squeezed his arm, the pain of the brunt flesh on his skin in the areas where it had managed to singe through the shirt seared with pain but he pushed it aside in his head. The same with the side of ribs that screamed when he shifted, he was sure that one of them was broken but as long as he could stand he would be fine or at he thought he could as the lingering thought of being useless settled around him. He was more worried about Ev though not about himself as she let out defeated sigh as some of her tendrils started to burrow themselves into the ground. "Are you sure your ok Ev? And yes as Muka says we are gentlemonsters I wouldn't leave either of you here alone. We can all look for Kettil, I don't think it would be good to leave him alone... not with that... thing flying or hunters around." He could if need be between the strix and him help carry her but flying with Muka would probably be her less painful way. (( OOC: Character Name: Joachim Von Helmar HP: 30/30 Target: rp response Damage: - Effect: - burnt and bruised Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3 )) Quote: Rather beaten down boil with orange hair and a frown permanently stuck to his face.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 2:00 pm
Ylaria was as strong as any other proud horseman. But she was not strong enough for what she saw, for the cries she heard. She'd truly tried to keep her gaze fixed on Medea, to join her in meditative prayer, to avoid what was to come. It seemed almost irreverent to tear her gaze away, to look at this terrible thing that demanded attention. Still, wide eyes saw familiar faces, of ones she'd known in passing, of apprentices beneath her wing, of friends, of-- "Sister, please, it hurts, help us..."Neither remembered why they hadn't spoken in so long. Only brief greetings in passing, that periodic reminder that they still existed independently, not needing the support of the other. Something tremendously unimportant now, Ylaria was sure. None of those feuds or harsh words came to mind as the disfigured face of the one she'd called family pleaded for release, for the painful bond of their tainted existence to be severed. The true realization of loss hadn't struck until their voices were forced upon her, and it struck hard. As her knees finally buckled, she caught herself in the crook of Alke's arm. Her head swam with the voices, swirling through all of her thoughts and removing all clarity, the tears impossible to suppress as she reached towards the phoenix. The prison of Insanity that contained nearly everything that she loved. "..help us...""How?" she asked, voice determined, choked out with all of her strength, hardly audible above the pleas. She knew what had to be done. She knew what would send them home. She knew that it would not be without more suffering. "Please, Ylaria, help us. Help us go home."She just didn't know how to do it without them, when so brief a time ago they'd all been so crucial to the existence of their clan. It made her feel ashamed to doubt, but the doubt came nonetheless, creating a muddy cloud in her thoughts. Yet Alke still stood strong, offering her unfaltering support. Medea was vigilant in prayer. As Aisa joined her, the cloud shifted. And she knew. "We will," she promised, eyelids fluttering closed.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 2:02 pm
"I said I'm FINE! Ok? Really!" Jerry spat, face reddening as he glanced through the milling crowd of battlers. If Simon saw him even limping... he shook his head. "My Fear Shield is fine. It's just stress. I've got this, okay? Ranged weapon. It looks worse than it is, really," He smiled weakly, gesturing to his face. Nothing hurt, really. He was just in a severe need of, indeed, a drink and a hot bath. "Look, Clarice has this... amazing bathroom. With sauna and drinks cabinet and everything. We get through this, we plead her for some fun time, okay?" He patted both Sasha and Leon's shoulders, trying to stand up straight and hide the fact he was favoring one foot over the other. He could kneel, he knew that much, and the leg was feeling better every passing moment. Too much chaos. He'd be fine if he played it safe.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 2:19 pm
She was feeling more and more frantic by this point - but they weren't being attacked, which was a good thing. The ghastly bird continued endless circles overhead, and Sasha forced herself not to look up. She couldn't look up; Sasha already stood on a precipice, staring down at a hollow nothingness that threatened to swallow her completely - a deep, dark void that hungered to consume. Sasha squeezed her eyes closed and cleared her throat, giving a shaky laugh when Leon spoke about Jerry's noodle arms. "I don't k-know what we're supposed... what we're supposed to do." She glanced at Leon, tried to smile through the emptiness that seemed to pull at her chest. Don't look up, don't look up. "I th-think maybe w-we should stay.. stay here with the others?" She jerked her head in the direction of Rin, Jordan, Rep and Harrison. Safety in numbers? "I.. don't think anywhere is safe." (( 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 2:24 pm
It was a twisted sight to see, the bodies pulling together, apart, together, apart, together over and over again. Trying to be one thing and then the next. It couldn't make up its mind - they couldn't reform by holding together like that and there was something just about watching it which was painful. The familiar faces.
If the students were horrified, the horsemen there were seeing people they'd passed by before, perhaps even spoken with. They were kin. Some might have even been family, but Invictus didn't search for that face. She was his mother, he didn't need to see her like this - some melting apparition.
Some phantom of who she used to be.
His hand still holding Cymbeline's, he squeezed it - not hard, but enough to betray the unease of the situation. "Home." he repeated after, his voice seeming to vibrate. "Yes. Home." Where was home now? Where would they take this apparition?
'Amityville is home to the Heirs, if they wish it so. If Halloween is still your home, that is...'
'Our home is wherever we make it.'----------- (( OOC: Character Name: Invictus - 5'9" DAMN SEXYHP: 120/120 Target: -- Damage: -- Effect: All the voices, all of them))
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