"Guys? I'm gunna try and get rid of some of those vines so we can get out." Otto hurried to where Wilson had led him, and began to try cutting down the vines.
While nothing happened at first, a few long moments later, the vines that Otto had touched began to wither and shrivel, not enough to make an opening, but enough to allow some of the Hunters trapped in it to fall through.
Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 2:29 pm
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Jordan's eyes strained to interpret what the child had turned into and failed. It hurt his mind to try. Knowledge. He nodded slowly. Knowledge as an infection. Knowledge as a virus.
"Who are the other four?" he asked. "One of what?" He didn't answer the question, because if the thing that could look like a child could read him as it had done, it would already know the answer -- that he wanted to know, that his curiosity would always drive him into unwise places for its own sake.
Wilson looked various levels of done with everyone on this island when he held out his hand and eyed Otto very seriously. "Give me that sickle."
And then hunters fell out of the vines GREAT. He poked them with his foot.
Virus Counter: 1 HP: 25/60
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 2:30 pm
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[Oliver - Dormitories]
The person looked confused. "Who am I? Where am I?" They struggled a bit to stand up, and then gave up. "H-help me up. I need to see what it's like outside."
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 2:30 pm
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She'd only just entered the room when Aro's voice caught her attention. She turned around in the doorway, gaze flicking down to where he gestured. "Oh ummmmm...." Was it another antivirus? Was it ok to just take it?
She slowly and quietly made her way towards it, and the hunter that held it, before kneeling down beside him...her...
The body.
Quickly and carefully, she attempted to pluck the glowing green vial away. If it was an antivirus, it might be needed.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 2:31 pm
Dawson's voice jarred Creedence out of her daze, and she began to struggle again, the thing's teeth biting in more and more viciously as she moved. This wasn't okay. She couldn't just stand around letting something hurt her...
"----ion", it whispered, patiently, "can you see it now? Can you see my name?"
Talking to it was strange, it felt calmer, more peaceful. It felt like whomever was speaking was not made to destroy.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 2:34 pm
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Wilson looked various levels of done with everyone on this island when he held out his hand and eyed Otto very seriously. "Give me that sickle."
And then hunters fell out of the vines GREAT. He poked them with his foot.
"No, get your ow----" Otto's jaw dropped when he looked back where he'd been. It had actually done something! Hunters had been freed, but the monster was still heading to the dorms where many others slept helplessly....
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 2:35 pm
Chance ran off to deal with the giant monster that was eating people, leaving Creedence to her new zombie pal and the dwindling number of people helping her. Maebe was sorely tempted to thin that number out even more, until she saw the damn thing eat one of the hunters..
It was a rock and a hard place, and she chose the rock. Her fist pulled back, and slammed right into the hunter's super gross face - making it even grosser with impact.
There would be a lot more ******** cursing from the redhead because the man that was strangling the poor ******** shrimp was heavier then s**t.
He did not want to panic, because it wasn't like he really ******** cared. She was just some shrimp. It wasn't like he was fond of her for her sarcastic comments and s**t. <******** ******** ********.
"Seriously get the ******** off her dude." He growled, managing a good blow to the ribs, only for it not to do anything. He couldn't do this by himself, so he shouted out into the hallway. "HEY, SOME ******** IS STRANGLING A LITTLE GIRL IN HERE, CAN I GET SOME BACK UP? HE'S ON LIKE STEROIDS OR s**t."
His face fell as Chance went after the giant stag, not because it wasn't equally as important to kill that thing but because help no what noooooo. He grabbed the attacker's arm, pulling it back until he heard a pop. At least Maebe was still safe; he didn't know how many people he could worry about this much at once.
"Can ya get out?" he asked Creedence. "We got it, hun, we got it. Mook almost KO'd." Maybe sprinkling what terminology he knew would help.
When Mimsy woke to a state of conscious awareness, she found herself already attempting to get out of bed.
This probably would have concerned her, considering the implications of quite serious danger it might have resulted in for a very fragile little life, had it not seemed that her unconscious movement been to help him. Alarms were nearly drowning out the sound of the infant's wailing, and with the recollection of all that happened during the last instance she could recall the alarms sounding, there might not have been much time to ensure his safety.
"Robert," she called to him, voice rough with grogginess. Moving away from him in any capacity was not really something she had any desire to do, but she knew that they would both have ended up in the same place anyway: Peter's crib, which she was already reaching into, collecting him in the most swift and cautious motion she could manage.
Not even one day. They had not even made it through one night with a child before Deus threatened to take it from them again.
"I don't know what to do." There was detachment and desperation in her tone as she turned towards Robert, rocking back and forth as she held the baby close to her chest. "I don't know what to do. I don't--what do we--"
And it was then, in the middle of speaking, that she registered silence. The alarms continued, and the baby had not yet settled, and she was speaking words aloud, but there was silence - and Svensyl was never silent. He didn't even stir as she thought of him, and as her concern began to escalate, her assessment of this problem returned indicators that she was missing his protection, sore and exhausted in ways she had only been without it.
"Robert." She was not doing a very good job of sounding calm. "Svensyl is gone. What do we do."
"Give him back and go die, you monster!" Like a crazy lady, she yelled again. "Give Rep back and leave our home ALONE!" Shu stabbed the monster persistently, despite she felt so sick and wanted her bed, her plushies and a good rest.
"Give him back!"
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"Yeah." There was a strange disconnect as Lucky's focus returned to the scene at large, and it seemed like there were a hundred new and horrible things happening before he could even react. Most immediately, on the convulsing Quinn being given CPR.
"Quinn, jezus -" Once again, Lucky was not that kind of life hunter. It was times like these he regretted not paying more attention to what Robert did in the infirmary every time he dropped by with grievous injuries. But the guy seemed to be making some kind of recovery, at least. "Don't, uh, don't do anything crazy."
All the while, Lucky had the distinct and uncomfortable feeling of being watched.
There was a movement - he spotted it out of the corner of his eye. On the wall, of all places. He immediately put both hands back on the trapping gun as if it was some kind of miracle defense. Given the rampaging beast starting to get attention on the other side of the courtyard, he was immediately suspicious it was another thing come to kill them all.
But it looked awfully hunter-shaped as it turned and ran. "Hey!" he yelled in the direction of the receding shadow, trying to follow from ground level. "Who's up there?"
