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Hearing a familiar and friendly voice was at least mildly comforting. As well as it was to have strength in numbers! even if it was just the two of them... Her eyes continued their restless zipping about, as she became Ket's eyes for covering his back. "I'm glad to see you're alright, Kettil. This is... so.. " her voice trailed off, clearly lacking the proper words for such a... enormous event. Her body tensed from time to time, roots licking along the ground, and each other as they struggled to keep their form; her mind far too overwhelmed with all the going-ons.

Taking a small break from her scouting, she looked up to the beautiful creature that was Endzela, sighing a slightly trembling breath of relief to see such a lovely sight still all intact. Thank goodness... Swallowing hard to try and force herself to regain more of her composure, the ghoul gave a single nod, "Yes.. I'll do my best. Though I am not entirely confident in my fighting abilities." she admitted quickly, some of her roots trying to burrow into the earth below her, before other tendrils pulled them back to the surface.
"I'm quite frightened as well. I never imagined.. being in such a predicament.. " her fingers twitched anxiously, stomach fluttering with the growing anticipation of a possible attack. But she couldn't become rigid, she had to stay calm.. as best she could.

..... FOR ENDY!


Character Name: Ev
HP: 3o/3o
Target: none
Damage: ---
Effect: ---
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3

Appearance

Ev, her height can vary due to her roots, but she's usually standing at 5'7.

With her blood clinging to his whip, mingling with that of so many others, the doctor reached out and grasped the Heir's chin. He laughed softly, as he spoke, "Beautiful Death, such a tragedy we meet in the most disruptive of places." One gloved finger stroked her cheek, "But I must say, I'm glad you chose to come her and join the fray, rather than hide away with your elders. I'd like to see you rise up, just a bit further, before watching you fall." His smile for her was filled with appreciation and edged with velveteen menace.

"Just do what you can, Ev, you gotta do what you need to so we can hang out again, right?" He was encouraging her in his own way making sure she realized that she shouldn't let fright paralyze her for too long. "It is alright to be scared but don't let it destroy ya, alright?"

He seemed thoughtful for a long second or two and offered another smile, "I'll be right here with ya," at least until some force dragged him away.

"Well look out for each other, like friends should," he ended his pep-talk to her. Around this time Endzela had landed on his shoulder again and she let out a concerned sound over at Ev.




((HP: 30/30
Target: --
Damage: ---
Effect: --

It didn't look like he got the point. Sabine raised her other hand, and then that b*****d wasn't even paying attention. Obviously physical violence wasn't doing the trick, so Sabine settled for the most powerful weapon at her disposal.

"Okay listen to me, theatre geek, I don't care what kind of little show you and your sub-par acting group are trying to put on. I don't care about whatever message your trying to send with this whole audience participation fighting nonsense. But when I talk to you, you jacking listen to the words coming out of this luscious ******** mouth, you got that boil? Now, where do I start? How about those clothes, hm? They looks like unwashed drop-offs someone left at the Damnation Army as a cruel joke, so I'm not going talk about those anymore out of the charity of my heart. But seriously what is with that attitude? You think you can just come up to me and spill my drink? Ruin my dress? That it is your privilege? Well think again, because when it comes down to it, I," she proceeded to z-snap viciously at the trainee, "...am a queen. And you are just another peasant. You want to step to this freaka, well boil, you had best rank up before you even think about stepping to this. Now you get out of my sight and do not come back until you have learned some manners," snap, "gotten some better clothes," snap, "...and learned your place."

Double snap.


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(( OOC:
Character Name: Sabine
HP: 24/30
Target: Justin
Damage: WORDS
Effect: b***h what

Ah, there! Amrita was strangely easy to spot - maybe it was an undead thing or something. all he knew was that the second he saw a lumbering figure attack her, instincts that had nothing to do with self-preservation kicked in. Growling, the zomboil loped over, charging up some energy into his fist to give it some extra kick before aiming at the taller Hunter's gut.

"Back off!"

HP: 40/40
Attack Turns: 1/2 (-5 modifier)
# of People Attacking Me: 0/3
(( Mort is 5'6", wearing jeans/sneakers/hoodie/graphic shirt/beanie sorta like from headshot. He's gotten some vine coverage on his legs and some leftover flowers, otherwise poking rather bedraggled after all this. ))

Lacie looked around, having been here the entire time. But amidst the chaos and confusion, along with the visit of the death priest, she had her hands full simply defending herself from the fellow hunters. Skidding back, she held her glaive with both hands. She needed to go on the offensive.

Holding her ground, Lacie attacked the nearest hunter that she could find. Even if that meant pointing her weapon at a glass wearing hunter who had not yet done anything to her. It was no longer Lacie's mind that guided her actions but a survival mechanism, desiring to live rather to die, being attacked by hunters.

OOC:
Character Name: Lacie
HP: 30/30
Target: Jerry
Damage: 0
Effect: -5 Modifer

Appearance: Lacie: A somewhat timid and small reaper, with silver pigtails and a blue dress, who fights with an ice glaive.

Bilious

XAKI's character LACIE is attacking JERRY for 0 damage!

Even though it had sliced her once before, where the scars were still lovingly carved into her skin, Aisa still allowed the whip to curve around her, sipping her blood as it did many others.

The implicit statement, or rather, a promise, that the blood of the heir of Death was a delectable luxury that few weapons were able to pierce. Her hands ran across his chest, wet with his blood. As he gripped her chin, forcing the heir to tip her chin upwards at the wounded leader. Over his partially exposed chest, Aisa's fingers traced a unknown character in the myserious language of Death, a oath with his delightful blood.. Although, with his knowledge, Aisa wouldn't have been surprised if he had known.

"The vantage point isn't yet high enough." Aisa whispered, her mouth curving." She leaned in closer, lips nearly brushing against the bloody stubble of his chin. There was a distance, however, as she refused direct contact. "Be careful, you don't get bitten a second time, Doctor."

She wasn't referring to the kraken's bite. Although, it had been a good one.