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 Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 8:17 pm
Evan hissed more in surprise than pain as the creature's tail lashed at his leg. He staggered backwards, but managed to keep his feet. Not that that mattered much, because in the next instant the ground trembled and opened up beneath them, sending them all tumbling into the maw of a massive beast. It closed its mouth and the world went black. When Evan opened his eyes again, it was to the same sandstorm that had preceded the mass battle that had ended with hunters dying and coming back to life as horrific versions of themselves. Puzzled, he looked around, Gir held at the ready just in case. "What the hell is even going on?" /--hhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhh ahhhh ahhhhh--oh. Are we not dead?/Guess not./Yay!/With a shake of his head, Evan looked at what had just been a raging battlefield, reassessing the situation now that it was...not. Well, while the horsemen were certainly still a threat, the monsters those spikes had turned into had actually killed people, so they took priority for the moment. Evan turned and walked towards the ring of spikes that kept them penned in, attacking one with his sword to see if that might neutralize the threat before it became an issue. Quote: HP: 40/40 Target: a spikey thing idk Damage:Charge:Items: none
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 8:17 pm
Nevada felt even more relief that Jake had retrieved Stormy before the mist huntress headed off after Lifen. The punch had made her feel like this was all a little more easier to deal with but the confusion was still high. ******** she was a trainee.
A mist trainee who was thrown into a hellish battle.
"Sherry." Nevada didn't even have to know the huntress more than her help with Jake and pulled her into a hug. Okay real too. "I have no idea. it must...we must be..." She tried to make sense, "The end was like...Runes, shadow shift backwards. We took a step back in time? Like...Groundhog day right?" She smiled at the girl and shrugged, "Jake isn't the best of friends but a friend none the less. We just have to keep it from happening like that again." She rubbed her eyes free from sand and looked around.
"If you'd like, we better stick close to Jake and Stormy just in case." She nodded to the pair, "For now, our goal is not to die. Because we don't know if we are going to get a second chance like this again."
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 8:18 pm
Al wasn't sure where the guys went this time... all he knew was he had died horribly and then he didn't. He really didn't want to stay that way, or wind up going that way again either. But what to do now? " Rep?" His voice was hoarse and more worried than it was at the start. All excitement at his first mission had long since been drained dry.  HP - 40/40 TARG - - DMG - - CHRG - 0/3
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 8:18 pm
There was a small shriek of surprise from Cass. Not even a last touch to Marcus outside of their small exchanged kisses before she'd moved through that portal - had he come too?
She couldn't remember now. She wished she'd looked......
The sand buffeted her face and she coughed, pulling her scarf up over her nose and mouth, taking a deep breath of the murky air that seemed to sweep around them. Yet she couldn't help but pause, looking around them before taking a deep breath.
"I want to get out of here." she said, looking towards where everybody was getting to work on just that, before moving to go see how she could help out at this point.
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 8:21 pm
The hesitation was enough at least this time, for everyone to notice their surroundings a little more. The shadow was now cast on another rune, one below the sickle. It was shaped like a flower garland.
The sand shifted slightly again, but this time not with Insanity, not yet, though something seemed to one again linger underneath them, waiting, like a barely drying scab that refused to disappear, festering -
- But not consuming, not quite yet. Mixed in the sand was something else, something that lead to a single pedestal. A trail of flowers.
It stopped where one of the Hunters, a strange one holding an unusual humming device was seated. And barely, just barely, they could hear something, someone familiar calling to them from that point. Perhaps not calling, conversing. It sounded like Medea, and it sounded like someone else. It sounded like they were trying to reach the horsemen through a thick veil and failing. OOC - The trail of petals seem to be the next clue to Medea's whereabouts, but unfortunately they are going to have to forcefully pry Mark away from it as well as the others - In order to move Mark, all you have to do is do more than 10 damage to him and he will flee! (default, no need to wait for a gm reaction) Simply put how much damage you have done to him in OOC and quote Zoobey - In addition, there are two voices calling out to the horsemen now. One that sounds like Medea, coming from once again where Mark is sitting. The other from the Insanity, coming from below. You are free to choose to "listen" to a voice by posting it in action posts, which will affect the outcome of this round
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 8:25 pm
< ...and the gremble in the rhythless air, the shimebling breath she dropped once there...> Out of darkness and into the bright heat of the desert. The sun stung Mimsy's skin and she found herself mid-step, her fingers pulling away from a knot in her scarf. No, this wasn't right. She was dead. The feeling of familiarity gave her pause, and she realized that everything was happening just as it had happened moments ago...but that couldn't be right. There must have been some sort of shift in the particles of spacetime around them, sealing them within a closed timelike curve. Those principles existed only for theoretical physics; if she was experiencing such a thing now, she was in the middle of a monumental research opportunity. It made sense, she realized, a smile spreading across her face, in the way that all theoretical things both did and did not make sense. She recalled the moment when she noticed the shift in the hue of the sun, which would only be possible if the particles surrounding them took on a changed state that was different - but relative - to the state of the particles that coincided with their 'normal' idea of the-- She made a noise of protest as she was picked up and slung over Dakota's shoulder. "I am still conscious, you idiot. I understand that you lack perception but I am not an inanimate object, either. Put me down! Lucky! Pomocy!" She clawed at his back as she snapped at him in protest, giving him nothing but a stern glare when he finally set her down again. "I will not waste my time with the ruins, because I have discovered something much more troubling. Temporal paradoxes are not simple to approach, and..." She sighed. "Is anyone familiar with the Novikov self-consistency principle? The Cauchy horizon?" There was a look of tragic hopelessness in her eyes.
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revenant aria rolled 10 12-sided dice:
2, 10, 3, 3, 12, 6, 8, 9, 2, 11
Total: 66 (10-120)
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 8:25 pm
Aisa lifted her scythe, for a large attack--
But she froze, memories and insanity eclipsing her vision---
And the hunters dodged, much to Aisa's frustration. She needed to get to where Medea was, the overwhelming desire, as if nothing else mattered. Only Medea mattered, her head Priestess, every single tendril of sane thought and insanity combined, recalling Medea.
Why was Medea's voice so faint?
It would have never been voiced aloud but Aisa was worried.
HP: 61/100
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 8:27 pm
Harrison heard a tiny, small voice that sounded like a mix between a kitten and a baby bird.
Rep?
"Come over here and help us kill these things!" Harrison barked, chopping down one on his own this time.
HP: 60
Attacking: Spines
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 8:27 pm
An arrow from the queen had begun her troubles and an arrow from the king had ended it. The creature snarled as the projectile pierced through it like it was nothing, and the fog began to curl in on itself, clinging to the last vestiges of Home as it pined for what it could not reach--
And then, abruptly, she was squinting at the sun. Wait, not squinting, staring. The trainee blinked and quickly averted her eyes, spots plaguing her vision as she made a soft noise of confusion. What had she been staring up for . . . ? Her legs were entrenched in the sand and her head was light and full of buzzing like she had taken pain medication, which she hadn't remembered being in the cafeteria. The sun, maybe?
Thane itched in her mind like a sore, because while he was clear to remember what had just happened, it seemed his partner had completely repressed it. Her body remembered, however, for it trembled with phantom pain and was close to going limp. Gale's voice in her ear made her jump like a frightened rabbit, almost stumbling to the ground with nerves. Shakily she touched her headset and tapped the button to respond. Nothing came out. A second tap. A breath and then nothing.
Her third attempt was interrupted as Jake hoisted her over his shoulder with no resistance at all; if anything, Stormy was glad to be off her feet. Sherry and Nevada were talking and she could see Evan attacking spikes like others were doing, but it was all colliding in her head until nothing made sense anymore. Not even Thane found it easy to poke past the mental barrier his partner had set up, and it left the dracolich uneasy and wary. All of this did.
"What . . .?" It was just a noise; she didn't even know if she wanted her question answered, because to have someone make her remember it all again when it was waiting at the back of her mind like a coiled snake might be disastrous. Once more Stormy pressed her earpiece, her mouth trembling. "Gale?"
She knew what Lucky was defending her from, and yet also did not want know.
Quote: HP: 40 Damage:Target:Charge: 0/3 (0/2 Y2 GC) Items: Book of Pride, Runic Torch, Runic Bandages
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Nio Love rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 8:28 pm
Maybe it was the sound of words that he couldn't even begin to understand, that called to him like a siren. Or maybe, just maybe, he didn't want to see her die again. For whatever reason, Robert summoned Jezebel, and backed up slowly, until Dakota and Mimsy were behind him. He kept looking back, walking when they walked, with his back turned to them. Meat shield. It was the least he could do. Nothing was chomping Mimsy away this time. "I'm totally familiar with what you just said." He lied through his teeth. She'd just died.. she deserved to be humored.
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 1
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 8:30 pm
One moment he was having a classy insult fight with one of his favorite hunters, the next everything had reverted back to its original state. While normally Shikoba would have been absolutely furious to see his good work undone, the fact that the hunters were scrambling to make sure it didn't happen again was more than enough to make him satisfied. They feared, and that was a gift in and of itself.
"I take pride in my scars, ape," he said with a smirk. "They are memories I fondly collect. I have marked you as you have marked me--and I take that to mean you and I will always meet in battle." Deities did he sound gleeful about the notion.
But his focus was diverted away for a moment by the sound of one high priestess nearby, perking at the symbols in the sand leading to the one and only . . . "Mark", was it. Well if he had to kill him again, this horseman wasn't going to complain. Stabbity stab through the defense it was.
Quote: HP: 100 Damage: 5 - Dakota's 4 = 1 Target: markkkk Fear: Y2 Chill LA: Speed Boost
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 8:33 pm
In response to Invictus the oddest thing happened. Perhaps for a second the Heir of Conquest would see instead of a benevolent keeper of time, a strange crooked staff held by long, spindly fingers. The shadow disappeared quickly the direction of the center of the dias, where Mark and a slew of Hunters stood. In response to the assault, several of the spikes simply, compliantly gave away. Only six spike-like monuments remained.
Mark gave everyone the weirdest look as he pulled open his laptop. He boggled at Deryk. "Um, do you mind? I haven't even started loading, the program yet." He pushed the Death trainee aside, spend a few seconds making an extremely wigged out face at the people crowding him, and went back to work, typing in a few keys. "Okay, portal's set up and ready. It'll be five minutes or so before it starts running, make sure my baby doesn't get destroyed in the meanwhile okay?"
He probably meant his laptop. OOC - PROTECTING MARK. His laptop is running but he needs 5 IC minutes. Players can choose to protect him. If Mark takes more than 15 damage his laptop will be ruined.
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Wandered rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 8:35 pm
After a moment she felt a shift in the sands, eyes diverting from the Nobleman further from her and returning to the form that was Shikobu, watching him attack the one known as Mark.
She didn't even want to listen to that voice down below, the dark one that whispered liken to the voices that plagued her everyday. Lifen was sick of hearing them, and knew that if she continued to listen, she would find herself in deeper waters.
So, clearing her voice, she allowed her bow to reform, going to notch an arrow and send it flying along side the War Clansman, hoping to confuse the Hunter from his machinery.
STATZ HP: 100/100 Target: markkk! Damage: . . . 1 Fear: Y2 The Eye
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revenant aria rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 8:38 pm
Aisa needed that laptop gone and for Mark to move.
Killing them no longer mattered, unless they were in her way towards Medea.
Medea.
hp: 100/100
damage: 5 (towards marks defense idk)
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 8:39 pm
Dakota hissed as he felt the sting of a horseman against his shield. He kicked it away before setting himself up against for Defense, giving Mark a very pained look.
"Mark could you please for once in your goddamn life just notice whats going on around you? Horseman, gunning for you bro."
He whipped his head at Mimsy and sighed. Well she was having a smart breakdown. he'd have addressed had he not been defending Mark and trying to keep his body spread out between her and the other hunter. he thank the lords Robert was there and focused on what was starting to go on.
"Portals up and we're out of here. Pony can have their little party after we get the hell out of here."
Dakota: 60/60
Defending Mark for: 6
Charge: 2/3
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