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The ghoul slowly looked to Muka, and then Joachim, a ghost of a smile weakly drawing on her face. She'd never experienced such niceness, or comradery from others before... it was a bit overwhelming. Even in such a terrible setting, and her crippled condition, she was still treated kindly. Even with her roots writhing in clear agony, she took a steadying breath, fingers smoothing over the fabric of Joachim's sleeve in an idle habit, "I thank you, both." she murmured quietly, indeed touched by their words.

Looking back towards where she'd seen Kettil, Ev tried to narrow her gaze in attempts to better spot him. But there were too many bodies running around, and that large bird.. "Yes. Or priority is to keep together. Kettil needs to be found." Gently letting go of Joachim, she placed a small hand onto Muka's soft chest again to steady herself, "I apologize if I hinder your ability to fly. But he shouldn't be too far from us." her hand gave a few strokes to the soft feathers, as she had pet Kettil's owl the days prior, a sign of both appreciation and affection, "We'll need to travel carefully, especially you, Muka. That large bird might target you due to your larger stature." birds could often find others of their kind as a threat too... "Please be careful as well, Joachim.." her concern turned to him, "it's as dangerous down here as it is in the sky's." there was no place for safety... Looking back at Muka, the ghoul began to uproot her tendrils, "Do you mind if I take to your back, Muka? So your talons will be free."

Character Name: Ev
HP: 3o/3o
Target: none
Damage: ---
Effect: crippled from the fire.
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.

Deryk's gaze flickered over towards Jude for the moment as he heard him talk, but he couldn't focus on his friend for too long. The horseman seemed to be pretty intent on unleashing his rage on him, which would mean some very bad things if he wasn't careful. Staring at the angry one, he took a few more steps back as he was practically spewing venom with his words. The hunter's eyes widened when he saw the moths spill out and began to circle. Oh god. The bugs. Why did it have to be bugs?

His memory flashed to Julie for the moment as he saw this. If was possible, he had paled even further as a result.

"W-wait. Ho-AAH!" he had started to stammer out before shrieking as he was now being attacked. He just managed to duck out of the way of the attack, but the horseman shredded his hood in the process. Scrambling away, he began to wave his hands in front of him.

"Bigger problem! Phoenix! Um.. People. Trapped! Sh-sh-should free? Yes? If.. If we don't do something about it.. kill us all!" he stammered out. Yes. Horsemen were bad news. Phoenix of doom? Even worse. It didn't help that he was a little distracted with how he felt about the whole ordeal right now.

Sheridan objected in no way as he felt Tess cling to him. Truth be told, he wasn't especially intent on letting go of her either. So long as she remained with him, he could protect her, he could keep her safe.

"I'm here."

He tried to reassure her, though his own voice shook with anger and horror. What had happened here, what he had seen, it was unthinkable. And though he cared little more for the horsemen than he did the hunters, he would have wished such a fate on them. This, this was too horrific to think of. How could anyone, even hunters, think of such an act? How many lives had just been snuffed out, sent into oblivion never to return?

But as his eyes narrowed, gaze focused on the phoenix as he coiled around Tess protectively, he could see that at least some of them had returned. There was horror in his eyes, such a fate was far worse than death. No, no one deserved that, not halloween, not horsemen, not human, not even hunter. It was...too horrific.

Instinctively he curled tighter around Tess. Don't look, please don't look...

(( OOC:
Character Name: Sheridan
HP: 40/40
Target: n/a
Damage: n/a
Effect:
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3
year 2 FEAR - barrier
year 1 FEAR - swift strikes ))

Hearing Faustus' voice helped Amarus calm down, and relax. She appreciated his words, and his reassurance; perhaps it was true, and being this way did not make it so that she was alone in her pain, but rather that everyone had to live with such things. As a Lotus Eater, they were rather new for her, and slightly tedious. Ideally she would calm down after all of this had settled anyway, but for now... being comforted just as anyone else might have wanted to be comforted helped.

It seemed like the new ghoul, Mea, was at least level-headed. It was definitely because they were all on the same side that Amarus felt it fitting to involve them all in the impromptu embrace. Besides, it's not like she could do anything like this in her normal days: Amarus had hardly been so expressive, and she wasn't sure she could be once she was back at the Academy anyway. Amarus smiled at Mea. "I know that feeling," she said, referring to wishing her stomach felt anything. She didn't quite share Mea's glowing view that the horsemen had welcomed them, but she supposed she should afford them more faith now that they were here to save them. Even though they never would have been here in the first place except the horsemen stuck them there...

Wait. All their homes were destroyed, weren't they? Amarus felt, for a moment, that perhaps she was judging them too harshly. Still, she could not escape the knowledge that they were only stuck with the Hunters and with this giant bird because they had refused to allow them to return home.

"At least you can fly," Amarus told Faustus, with a wry smile. That was better than she could do, faced with a giant bird. She looked at Olivia, and realized that the ghoul had said earlier she felt empty. Was it the same as Amarus felt, or was it a different kind of emptiness? Because Amarus felt emotion, it was just so far away, it was like someone had turned the volume down or the colours off. Being around lotuses allowed her to tap into the full experience. "Oli, I'm sure any of us would be happy to hug you if it helps," she added. Though more likely Faustus, given Amarus was not typically one to snuggle. Lately she had been, because it was nice to be close to her friends... even now, she would probably hug the ghoul if she looked upset.

Amarus wished she was stronger, not for the first time. That she had the power to end this, or that any of them did. What could they possibly do? She noticed, with mild horror, that the clansmen had stopped attacking: what was that phoenix? From here, it was hard to see, but... it definitely made her feel unsettled. And that sound it was making... Frightened, in some remote part of her, Amarus did not display it. Instead, she tried to distract her friends, while they had no other choice.

"When we get home, the first thing I am going to do is sleep in my own bed, for a very long time-- or, if I do not make it there, the couches in the common room," she said. Then, she looked at Faustus, "The second thing... buy a skellyphone. And learn how to send a full text. ... Not in complete capital letters." She looked apologetic, for a moment. She had no idea if her texts had even been legible.

[[ OOC
Character Name: Amarus
HP: 30/30
Target: -
Damage: -
Effect:]/b] -

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Oh gods, was Sasha stuttering? Leon was ok with being afraid by himself, not showing it, making jokes and brushing it off was the way he dealt with it, but not when others around were worried. "Then let's find a group to stay with, harrison and Jordan won't turn poor Jerry away." Leon reasoned to the girl and nudged the petulant sun hunter that insisted he was ok. "We're gonna meet up with harrison and the others over there, you sure you want to walk right now?" the boxer asked again.

"There's no shame in accepting help, i'd rather you live than die by your pride." he said quietly to the fellow guy. Was the bazooka wielder trying to be brave in order to man up in front of Sasha? In any case, being out in the open like this wasn't going to help them out in any way, even with his barrier dagger in a easily accessible pocket, defense was left to the moon hunters for a reason.

(( OOC:
Character Name: Leon
HP: 50/50
Target: ??
Damage: ??
Effect: --
Charge: 0/3 || 0/2 moves used

Shehk turned to look towards the image of the melting and reforming faces of insanity-horsemen, her mind flickering to the creatures from Giftmas. Has they been...on some scale...? Part of her wished she hadn't thought about it as she just made it all the more worse, actually.

Ugh, her brain. Always her brain. Whyyy her brain. She gripped the wraps on her arm tightly, causing blood to seep through the fabric before she pulled away from it, frowning. Damn. That had hurt, actually. Kind of wish she hadn't done that.

Just like she should have stopped thinking, looking into the mass of crying-out faces.

"...So what do we do about them?" she asked to her little assembled posse.

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HP: 44/50
Target: --
Status: Bandaged

It was small, but Mea felt a solid giggle leave her mouth and her stomach jolted awake if for but a moment. It growled angrily then silenced and her giggle subsided, giving way to the cries of many over the distant battlefield. Melancholy had shifted over her and a strange sense of clarity followed afterwards. The words of her newly found friends behind her gave her solace and she moved sideways so she could at least hear them.

"I just met you and I'd do the same." She nodded with regards to the subject of hugging. Those tender moments they'd just come to share looked to be slipping away with every new moment that passed, ticking down to something probably monstrous. She flinched under the feeling of sheer insanity the phoenix brought with it, even if it was far off she could feel it bearing down on the students.

Her ears twitched and she heard something not quite so familiar. Hauntingly it stretched over to the battlefield and the rabbit struggled to make out the words while she gazed to the great beast of insanity. There was nothing she could truly make out but rather felt a resonating sorrow shake through to her very core. The rabbit shuddered and moved back into the protective sights of her little band. Did the others feel it? Did they hear that cry? Internally Mea had hoped they hadn't for their own sakes. She couldn't even begin to comprehend what it meant.

So she pacified herself by sticking close.

"When we get home..." She repeated the words as if they were some foreign concept lost on her. "I'll eat for days. Anything, everything." She tried to smile but nothing came to her lips. The ghoul's look was one of despair and she shook her head a few times. There were still things here that needed attending, she couldn't check out, not just yet. She coughed and looked back towards the mess of students, hunters and horseman.

How would one even get home from here?

Home.

Mea frowned. She'd seen homes destroyed today and wasn't even aware of the true catastrophic measure of it all. Was she being selfish to think like that? To want home when now many had none? She sighed and shifted her feet. "I wish we could help." She said with a whisper.







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(( OOC:
Character Name: Alamea
HP: 30/30
Target: N/A
Damage: N/A
Effect: N/A
Item: First Aid Kit ))

Danny had just stared for a while at the creature, absolutely horrified and terrified at what she saw in her surroundings. She'd always thought Hellma or Oersted as the most powerful person in the world.

Not anymore.

She just stood there, stupified, until she heard the familiar whine of a certain boil's guitar. Desiree! She'd missed that damn stupid red guitar in all the hysteria of the horsemen islands. After all, he'd been banned from summoning it. When she really thought about it, he'd been banned from playing it for two weeks. This was a boil who played it nearly every day.

She sorta ... missed the sound, okay? Somehow in the middle of this chaotic battle, it was comforting.

The tone though? Definitely not. It was sad and angsty and not Roch at all. She ran through the field searching for the red and silver guitar until she found the punk boil attached to it.

"OY," she shouted, still a good twenty feet away, "PLAY SOMETHING HAPPIER!" She had a smile on her face, but it faltered when she noticed Roch's expression. Uh ohhhh. That was the sad face. NOT THE SAD FACE.

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