Sherry shook her head, trying to clear it. Everything was so loud. Armagnac was certainly not helping, either. The weapon was telling Sherry to be careful, and to attack more, and then telling her she was clearly doing it wrong. Or at least that's what Sherry was getting out of it. Between the monster, the voices, and everyone around her, focusing on what the voice that lived in her head said was not her top priority. No, she needed to focus on the task at hand. Or she would have, if she hadn't noticed Jake nearby. She'd promised to keep an eye on that one, hadn't she?
"Brat!" she said, taking a few steps in his direction. "See. These are the things I was talking about earlier. This is why we don't work alone." She pointed at the the thing in the fog, though there wouldn't have been confusion as to what she was talking about.
"Though I am glad to see you haven't died yet. I was worried for a minute there, that dog thing seemed to have one up on you."
It was possible she was using the moment not just to check up on the kid, but catch her breath a bit, too.
Stats:
Name: Sherry Greyson HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 35% Items: -- RP Blurb: Shortish light brown hair, mid-height (5'6"). Life trainee with a long coat, tattered and bloodstained at this point. Bandages on her left arm.
With Xedis prepped again, Kat fired another few shots at the behemoth like creature. Yeah, she felt a lot better shooting something.
Hunter Damage: 304 Halloween Damage: 237
Stats:
Name: Katherine Taylor HP: 33/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 20% Items: None RP Blurb: 5'6" and looks like this but has a small scar on the side of her face that goes all the way up the side of her cheek to her hairline
Selene looked so unbelievably grateful as a student moved to help her up. She leaned heavily on Sammy the moment she could, nodding sharply in agreement. This was certainly not a fight students were meant to win! But the details made Selene turn with interest, leaning as far as she could so that Sammy had a chance to hear her quiet whisper.
"Her?" Selene's voice voice perked. "This monster is a she? How can you tell?"
Xiu's voice was greeted with a welcome, if shy, smile. She patted the ghoul's hand and held on to it to keep steady. "Oh, I'm fine dear, just fine. But it's my job to be with the students. In fact, they should not rush forward at all. Let the grown ups deal with it, students!"
She tried so hard to yell the last sentence out to the crowd, but it just came out as a hushed, normal sound.
Stats:
Name: Professor Selene Apophis HP: 132 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: A heart full of love RP Blurb: Professor Selene is a small, jittery little woman, dressed in traditional ancient egyptian clothing. She has a giant snake tail and her voice is too quiet, and very hard to hear.
Brat! Jake flinched. That voice... sounded awfully familiar. He turned to see Sherry running up to him.
"Hey. I have a NAME. Use it."
He raised an eyebrow at her remark.
"Alone? I'm not alone." he tapped his head. "Annoying mind voice." The reply sounded bitter.
He then rolled his eyes. "Seriously. What's with you and dying? Do I LOOK dead to you?" When she brought up the topic of the dog boy again though, he grit his teeth, fuming. "I swear, next time I see that mutt, I'LL KILL HIM."
Stats:
Name: Jake Cross Faction: Hunter - Death Trainee HP: 28/40 FEAR Strength: 85% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: N/A RP Blurb:Here. Wears a sleeveless hunter coat with the death division symbol on the back. Bandages wrapped around his torso. Wields bladed tonfas. Currently not in a very good mood.
The hug was too short, tainted with a suspiciously worried gaze that nearly prompted the witch to say something. She only had the briefest of time in which to wrap her arms around him before any more thoughts were interrupted by a sudden hug from behind and Belladonna managed to stifle the tiniest laugh in Mort's chest. It was brief, as she was unceremoniously let go of and forcefully pulled away from Ofelia. Not only pulled away, but very nearly drug around like a doll and once more she inwardly lamented her small stature. With a quiet pout, as fighting amongst themselves was extremely silly when there was a giant and very scary looking thing roaring down at them, Belladonna watched as Mort directed his anger at said scary creature. She managed to catch the pointed look he gave Ofelia's weapon and quickly turned her attention back to him. "No, darling, its ok! She was protecting me! I am fine! Really!" Belladonna chirped at him, but still could not hide the worry from either her voice or face. Though she'd only caught brief snippets, she knew something had happened to him before they'd followed her through the door, and it must not have been as nearly as hopeful and sweet as her own vision. All thoughts of attacking were eradicated, as those around her seemed to be doing an admirable job of it without the witch's aid.
Hunter Damage: 304 Halloween Damage: 237
Stats:
Name: Belladonna Divine HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 45% Items: 1 Corrupted Pumpkin Pill, 1 Pumpkin Pill RP Blurb: 5 Foot Even, Rather Frightened Witch
Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 11:49 pm
"Well, Jake, it's probably a good thing you are not alone," though she had cringed a little bit when he mentioned 'mind voices' since well, her head seemed rather crowded right at that moment.
"A very good thing. Because while you don't look dead now, there will be plenty of time for that later," her eyes darted back to the very large monster. "As for the mutt, I wish you luck in that. My advice, stay off the ground. Or, ya know, take back up into battle."
She rolled her own eyes. "Between the two of you, and that," she pointed at the beast again, "I find myself just a bit irritated." Sure, she said it out loud. Right then, she didn't seem to care.
"But that is wholly beside the point. Just try not to wander off again. I still owe you one."
Stats:
Name: Sherry Greyson HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 35% Items: -- RP Blurb: Shortish light brown hair, mid-height (5'6"). Life trainee with a long coat, tattered and bloodstained at this point. Bandages on her left arm.
Attack: 3/3 Target: -- Damage: --
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Grifferie
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 11:50 pm
Chaos was everywhere around him, after the solitude of the fog it was still jarring. He'd been itching for the fight to start, only to find that once it did it wasn't what he wanted after all. It was chasing a thrill that didn't take away the pacing anxiousness. He'd been flighty and distracted, useless to everyone, out of step with the battle and what he needed to do. Even Tracey wasn't working efficiently with him.
It wasn't a battle without..
< The shield is nearly out William and there's nowhere to hide in here. You could be running right into a horseman out here >
<> Even lifting the axe with the shield this weakened was almost impossible, his usually augmented strength far from its usual capabilities. Tracey was ******** heavy and he could only drag him so far. He couldn't desummon him either. That would be giving up. And if there was one thing he didn't do, no matter how s**t everything really got, it was surrender.
And then, out of the chaos, out of the noise and confusion of the battle Harrison was there. He didn't know where he'd come from but he'd known somehow that he would. It was like the world sharpened and refocused, the tension went out of him as he almost instinctually held still, relaxed for inspection, used to Harrison's ministrations, dazed and grateful. He felt better, like he was firing on all cylinders again.
There hadn't been any question this Harrison in front of him was real, but if there had been even the slightest doubt, his barely heard words would have dispelled them.
He needed this, he thought, returning the hug tightly, hands clenched in fabric, close but never close enough. The world could wait, he'd get back to it, leave a message.
When he came up for air breathless with relief and emotion he tried to speak, tried to agree. As always there were so many things he wanted to say but the words got choked up with emotion, too hard to say, too raw here on the battlefield where life was as close to the surface as an arterial pulse, too easily gone in an instant.
All he managed was a nod and a single solitary word.
"Thegither"
Hunter Damage: 304 Halloween Damage: 237
Stats:
Name: William Reid HP: 50/50 DMG : Not attacking FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 35% Charge: 0/3 Items : 2 x medikit, 1 runic bandage Appearance : Loud, arrogant
human with vibrant red hair and a nasty demeanour,
wields a massive two handed lochaber axe.
Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 11:59 pm
Ofelia looked a bit hurt as her companions pulled from her arms and attacked the monster, though she assumed they did it because they needed to attack and they couldn't have done it without getting out of her grasp. All was forgiven then, she totally missed Mort's unhappiness about Rue being summoned, and when they stopped moving she went over and wrapped them both in her arms again.
She was hugging them the way a hen would hug their chicks, her embrace gentle with her hands not even remotely close to them. She held them out in front of the pair, using her arms instead to hold them close, and she squeezed tightly in an effort to make sure they couldn't get away. "It's safer ta stay with me, stay close wit' me like this. When Ah got here the hunters an' students were attackin' one 'nother, so bein' in mah arms or at least close at hand will keep ya safe." Ofelia said, her words surprisingly clear for how fast her brain was running. The voices were still going on about trespassing, other things as well, but Rue was cackling in the background and the sound of an overly familiar voice was outweighing everything with its cruel burning.
Glancing towards the beast Ofelia didn't let her grip falter. She let her gaze look up and down the monster, wondering if she'd be able to get another hit in to get another charge. If this thing decided to attack, then what? It would be a bad, bad day for all of them. There were. . . so many new hunters, many she didn't recognize. Trainees?
Would they be okay? She needed to gather them too, to hold them in her arms, but for now these two would stay under her wings. Ofelia would protect them, yes. They were hers.
Jake was probably very oblivious to the insanity Sherry was suffering. It seemed just one mind voice was more than he can handle.
The way Sherry kept talking about dying made him wonder if she was hinting at something. Maybe it was reverse psychology and she DID want him dead? Probably. Maybe. BUT TOO BAD. He wasn't dying. Yet.
He narrowed his eyes at her advice. "Shut up. I don't need help from you. And you don't owe me anything, so quit bringing it up."
He may not of been inflicted with insanity at the moment, but he seemed to be easily irritated.
Stats:
Name: Jake Cross Faction: Hunter - Death Trainee HP: 28/40 FEAR Strength: 85% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: N/A RP Blurb:Here. Wears a sleeveless hunter coat with the death division symbol on the back. Bandages wrapped around his torso. Wields bladed tonfas. Currently not in a very good mood.
None of this was making sense. Was she friend or foe? Her clothes said one, her behavior another, and it looked as though his display did nothing to stop the second wave of affection as Ofie pulled them in again, cooing over them like they were her scarelings. Most of him bristled at the constraints (was she trying to contain him before a net came down?), but a part of him still remembered the warmth of a hug from a different tanned woman -
- a twinge of guilt nipped at him. A few seconds later, he relaxed; not utterly of course, but his shoulders were more tensed than he had recalled. Neatly gathered as they were, it was easy for him to bury his face in Belladonna's hair, wishing that it was enough to hide whatever gray patches he now sported, that it was enough to pray and beg and hope and lean on his ghoulfriend's bottomless well of lo--
He lifted his face after a moment to recompose himself and offer them a chastised look for doubting. But he couldn't be sure of anything. They understood, right? Even now he was sure, somewhere in the midst of this fighting, someone was watching him in the hunter's arms and calling him a traitor, calling him tainted, useless spare parts waiting to be converted into the fog's puppet again. Giving Ofie an apologetic look, he ducked out of her arms again; he didn't want to shock either of the ghouls accidentally.
At least it was hard to miss, given the thing's size. Mort concentrated green z-shaped bolts the length of his forearm and threw them in rapid succession, a new one created in his hands after each shot. Tiring, but productive. He hunched over a bit as he shook the twitchiness out of his fingers, shut his eyes for a moment, and called forth the strength to keep going, to get back that Fear from his core in case he needed it. Just a little. That was all he needed.
When he was sure he had replenished his energy, he returned to them, fingers still twitching a bit even when clenched. There was a more animated light in his eyes than previously; the battle gave him purpose when he was floundering in a sea of unknowns and horrid whispering, and a high pitched whine that complained, You ate me . . . He looked to them both expectantly, making a gesture to Bells as if to say, Your turn?
He wanted to do much, much more than that, but something held him back, a nameless fear and an abiding river of whispers that riddled him with doubt and uncertainty of something beyond merely touching. They were both his of course, but he needed constant reminding now, a reaffirmation that these two redheads would not simply leave him if they too got infected with Insanity.
Hunter Damage: 304 Halloween Damage: 257
((Using Y3 SS, then recharging it)) Stats:
Name: Mortimer McNeal Faction: Student HP: 50/50 Fear: 90% Insanity: 70% Visual Reference:Here; bloody hands and more quiet/possessive than usual. Sporting a few gray patches on his arms and neck. 6 feet even in height.
Couldn't hurt to give it another try. Gritting his teeth in sheer frustration, his spines clicked and hissed as they seemed to shimmer with greenish smoke. He wasn't angry enough to go to last ditch effort just yet, but another attempt certainly couldn't hurt things, now could it? Backing up just a bit for proper trajectory, he then darted forward to take another swing at the monster.
Sharra wasn't down yet, and he'd not be beaten so easily. The others around him were trying their damndest, and for once, the Nergal didn't feel much terror within himself, seeming to detach from his pounding heart and the voices that swirled through his head, trying to warn, trying to beckon him away from this seeming suicide battle.
And was that...? He thought for a moment he saw a teacher, possibly more than one. Well, perhaps they had a greater margin towards victory than he'd originally surmised.
Hunter Damage:304 Halloween Damage: 261
Stats:
Name: Sharra Eldwaithe HP: 30/30 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 20% Items: None RP Blurb:Like this, but with somewhat longer hair, and no vest. A bit disheveled.
Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 12:01 am
With every strike the runes on the behemoth flared, sometimes getting brighter other times dimming. At its peak the brilliant hue bled down to her shoulders, revealing that the cracks that formed on its hide weren't ordinary cracks: they were runes upon runes, linked together by a vein-like network that pulsed and flickered in mockery of a heartbeat.
The fog seemed to rise, swirling as the draconic-like being spread its wings. If there was any semblance of sun in the sky it would have been blotted out by its wingspan. Its head was thrown back towards the sky as its -- paws? Hands? Talons? -- slammed against the ground, the shockwave driving those closest to their knees.
Its jaws opened wide, its maw revealing a bright white light that began to swirl. The light began to grow even brighter as it seemed to inhale...
Now would probably be a good time to find shelter.
The OOC
Round 2 has begun!
- Attacks have been reset! - Horsemen are still in their solos! - Some of you may have noticed the timely arrival of Amityville NPCs! These fine folks can give benefits, usually to the first or first three people who post after them! - Healing the boss counts as damaging! - If they are giving a buff to attack, it will only work if your initial attack would hit your target! So if you roll 6 or less, sorry! You still missed! - Keep track of ALL faction damage! Don't just keep track of the totals of your own faction; let's work together!
- ROLL YOUR ATTACK DICE AND EDIT IN THE TOTALS ASAP. - Hunters add to the Hunters damage. - Halloween and Horsemen add to the Halloween damage. - Your character may attack three times, be it the Boss or another player. - If you hit 0 HP: -- Halloween:
You feel yourself begin to stiffen... You don't feel so well. You hang back towards the safety of the wall. You can still watch, but you can't attack or be attacked. You cannot be healed. Be sure to note it somewhere in your post so an opponent doesn't waste their time trying to attack you!
-- Hunter:
Your weapon warns you that your Fear shield is about to wear out! You duck back to safety and hope Caelius doesn't see you. For some reason, runic bandages aren't working either... You can watch, but you can't attack or be attacked. Be sure to note it somewhere in your post so an opponent doesn't waste their time trying to attack you!
[b]Stats:[/b][spoiler] [b]Name:[/b] [b]HP:[/b] [b]FEAR Strength:[/b] 100% [b]Insanity Strength:[/b] 0% [b]Items:[/b] [b]RP Blurb:[/b] Quick RP blub as to what you look like~ [/spoiler]
"YEEAAAH THIS IS WHAT I CALL A JACKING BATTLEFIELD. FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT."
Apparently, someone else had a different point of view on things; in fact, students who were standing near the Trick-or-Treater would find themselves pelted with a small object... An angry bird? On closer inspection, it was some sort of a round container, painted to look like a black "Kamikaboom" angry bird.
And then it exploded.
Instead of damaging you, however, you feel... Energized. Like you had been renewed, and filled with glorious purpose. Or dying will. Or the force. Or you know, simply some extra Fear to put into your next attack.
[UPDATE: ALL 3 CHARGES OF THIS BUFF HAD BEEN CLAIMED
OOC: -> The next three AMITYVILLE-ALIGNED characters (limited to one buff per student; this does not stack with itself) will get the buff of +1 damage to their total! -> Remember: It will only work if your initial attack would hit your target! So if you roll 6 or less, sorry! You still missed!
-> Put this at the top of your post so people know that you did not calculate your damage wrongly; It will also help with tracking how many people had claimed the buff already.]
[quote="Dragain"]I am Character 1/2/3. I'm taking SR's [b]+1 damage[/b] buff![/quote]
Stats:
Name: Seething with Rage (SR) HP: 156 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: ... A lot of angry birds. RP Blurb:
Normally any display of affection would have been equally, if not more exuberantly, rewarded by the witch with even more affection. But, as much as she hated to admit it, the middle of a battle was not the time for hugging. It was nice of Ofelia to offer such, so when Mort let go of her, Belladonna quickly whirled around and reached up on tip toe. It was the most dramatic form of affection she could think of that was the quickest as the witch placed a tiny peck onto Ofelia's cheek. "We shall have a cuddle party once we live through this." She told the girl with a wink as she darted backward to flank Mort. It seemed a good move as he tossed a number of rather threatening looking lightning bolts, strong enough ones that the witch was glad she had not stood in front of him. Her position also seemed all the more satisfactory as something suddenly whacked her right shoulder blade and for a moment she feared the monster was actually attacking them. When she turned around and only saw it was a small bird from Seething, the witch wasn't sure what to make of it. Quickly she caught the thing before it fell to the ground, but when she straightened up it only exploded in her face. Thankfully it was as nice an explosion as could be hoped for and instead Belladonna felt a little more powerful. Perhaps not altogether too much, but enough that when Mort looked at her expectantly, she was able to throw one of her cards with a little more force. She returned his look after that with a smile and a quick step forward, as she wrapped her hand around one of his clenched ones. The little twitches were all too familiar, and though she could not really diminish them, she could at least offer a small touch, a small bit of care and help.
Hunter Damage: 304 Halloween Damage: 265
Stats:
Name: Belladonna Divine HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 45% Items: 1 Corrupted Pumpkin Pill, 1 Pumpkin Pill RP Blurb: 5 Foot Even, Rather Frightened Witch
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Sparkly Bunny
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2, 5Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 12:16 am
Her chicks were scattering from beneath her and she couldn't hold them much longer, not when the beast above was starting to bare its fangs as though it wanted to attack. For some reason the creature looked as though it was glowing stronger with each hit (or maybe that was her mind playing tricks) but none the less the teen prepped herself into a better striking position and looked upward.
Flexing her fingers out she watched her chicks attack, deal serious damage, and although she wished to strike as well the best thing she could do was get a charge going. If Rue had a proper charge then there was nothing for her to worry about - she could strike at any time and deal some pain in the process. All she needed was a taste, a touch, and without looking back at her small group the teen lunged forward and just barely scraped the inside of her blade against the beast's side. Rue let out a cackle of song, of pure happiness, and Ofelia went to slow herself but her shoe slipped from her foot, sending her sprawling and rolling until she was able to regain her stance.
She was on her knees, her shield still perfectly fine, but now only in possession of one flip-flop. Also her chicks were miles away, she needed to get back to them but she wasn't going to walk over there with only one shoe on. Turning to the nearest person, who happened to be a hunter, Ofelia narrowed her eyes and totally interrupted his conversation. "You! Yes, Ah'm point' atcha! Either get mah shoe or carry me ta mah shoe!"
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