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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-4)
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 Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 7:49 pm
Lan's hand found the one who'd impressed her, if only a bit from before. "It's nothing personal you know." Stamina: 8
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iStoleYurVamps generated a random number between
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8!
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 7:51 pm
Lan wasn't done. Hardly. Not yet.
(same name list, ommit those rolled before)
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iStoleYurVamps
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 7:54 pm
She moved among them, the one to listen to had died and come back, yet she had no longer a reason to be bound by the old truce- she no longer a reason to think this one was the same as THAT one. Stamina: 12
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iStoleYurVamps generated a random number between
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6!
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 7:55 pm
She fed once again, seeking FEAR as she could find it.
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iStoleYurVamps
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 7:57 pm
And that time, she chose the one so close to shadows yet not apart of it. Stamina: 15 (edit- limiting to 3 'attack moves')
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 8:09 pm
The stolen FEAR in the air made Amrita look up, her movements still unsteady. She looked around, bewildered and hungry, for the source. When she saw it, she stared, trying to process what was happening.
Then, with a speed she hadn't possessed moments before, she closed the distance between herself and Lan. The Patchwork stood before the horsewoman, something dark lurking in her otherwise confused expression. The dagger in her hands was shifted to her right, gripped tightly, and then, before the woman had a chance to escape -
Amrita plunged her dagger into Lan's heart with all her might.
"I told you not to touch them again." She whispered sweetly, almost purring, to the Horsewoman.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 8:26 pm
The fall of her body to the ground had seemed like a small eternity, although it had taken only seconds. The descent into darkness, however, happened in an instant and seemed to last forever. In the darkness she could feel her heart pounding, feel the breath that couldn't escape, feel the panic set in... She thought she felt those things, at least.
Stone cannot feel.
That thought, however brief, calmed her. She could no longer feel. There would be no more hurt, no more pain. The hunger brought on by the crimson runes could not consume her here. The other students could not consume her here. She was safe...
At the edge of her dimming thoughts danced visions of the others, jumbling together as if nothing more than a bad dream. One face stood out stronger than the others, however. Pachua. He was strong. He would be fine. It would serve him right to have to live through her demise. He had picked the black door that had lead them here. You chose to follow. She had watched him fall in Wonderland and he had come back. All she had to do was wait... Are you ready to wait forever?
But that had been a dream... And this?
This... The words and thoughts crumbled into nonsense before they too dissolved into nothing.
This was real.
This...
Was the end of a nightmare.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 9:05 pm
"That's right," the figure's gaunt hand tightened against the his staff, "seek revenge. You are no better than what you fight, and you have in your significance become insignificant. You are just a shadow, nothing else, shades of revenge."
Their grip relaxed. "Enough of this. It is about time."
They disappeared and in their place-
- Flames. Black fire, all directions. Everything it touched it seared, more painful than fire, dark, destructive, complete. It felt like drowning as it consumed. One by one they all fell, one by one they all were consumed by flames, by a hatred deeper than they could understand, one that threatened to take them over, to rewrite them, reconstruct all their memories and make them nothing but revenge-
- And it stopped. And then they woke up.
The were at Amityville. They were at the school grounds, right before the doors had appeared. All of them were there. Some students were still quietly, restfully, sleeping.
Perhaps it had been just a bad dream after all.
OOC THIS RP IS CONCLUDED! You get +2 points for rping over 800 words and another +1 for staying from beginning to end (or until your character died!) - Perhaps this was just a dream? All characters that dissipated or died have returned. They are thankfully in one piece, but the memories remain of the occurrence. Enoh Love There was a mark on Amrita's hand. Perhaps for some, the nightmare had only begun.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 9:54 pm
Shortly after he had thrown the dagger, he realized that Lan had approached him and take some of his fear. Recoiling away from her, he stared bewildered for a moment. He was about to retaliate, but Amrita had already rushed ahead and stabbed her in the heart. His good eye narrowed at this but took no further action.
His attention shifted over towards the figure, clenching his fists. Revenge. Revenge. Revenge. This was reminding him a little of Medea..
Hm.
He didn't have time to think it over as black flames soon consumed his entire being. It hurt like hell, but there was more to it than just pain. Shun curled in on himself, trying to fight it off, but there was little point in it as agony, hatred and the desire for vengeance overtook him.
And then it was all gone, was he snapped away, sitting up in the tree he had been in earlier.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 11:32 pm
Hamika's eyes widened. No no no no not fire again, fire bad, fire very bad oh Jack why was it fire. It raged in her belly, breeding ideas of revenge and hatred and more revenge and all she wanted to do was--
Her eyes snapped open and Hamika blinked up at the sky and the grass.
It was just... a dream... just a dream.
The zombie scrambled for her notebook, and found it bare. Like Jack she was going to leave it like that, and so she started scribbling down everything she remembered. Which was, oddly enough, everything.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 12:05 am
"Fuc-" Gene blurted, feeling the last of her Fear being sapped by the wretch of a horsewoman. She went down on her knees, clutching her abdomen as she yelped, whimpering in pain. She kept one eye on Lan as the woman continued to sap Fear from the others, and gave a small pained chuckle when Amrita drove a dagger through the Horsewoman's heart.
Atta girl, Rita.
Then there was fire, black and consuming. It filled her with an insatiable hunger, more so than the loss of her Fear. She wanted to lash out, to take her vengeance on Lan and the black. Mostly Lan, though. She dissipated seconds after the flames touched her, screaming as she went. Anger, pain, hunger...
She was awake, where the Black Door had been. Had it been a dream? She lay there still, eyes staring up into the orange pumpkin sun. She remembered it far too well for it all to be a dream...
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 1:01 pm
Bren scooted away from it all—the knife, the older woman, the patchwork, the reaper, the ghost—and he stared, pushing himself to his feet when the draining began. He wanted to observe. He wanted to go back to Amityville. He panicked too much to accomplish the first and stalled too long for the second, at least on his own. When the fire rose up to bring him home, he screamed for such a lengthy stretch that the sound didn't register anymore.
He came back to himself soon enough, and when he did, he didn't hang around to make sure Piper or any of the people he had met were all right. The boil took off toward the reaper dorms without looking back, determined to... well... hide as quickly as possible.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 3:23 pm
When she saw the female Horseman make her move against several of those around her, Maple tried desperately to move backwards and out of the way. Which seemed futile on so many levels given where they were and what they were up against - shadows, an ominous figure telling them to stab themselves, those runes on their arms. Lan just had to raise the levels of impending doom, didn't she. Amrita was thankfully there to put an end to it, despite what she actually had to do; the witch felt herself caught feeling glad but remorse for what she just had to witness.
Her attention was then grabbed when she heard the mirth coming from the booming voice of that figure clouded in blacks and greys. Her brown eyes went wide and wider still when they disappeared and the flames took their place, consuming her along with everyone else. That feeling, that pain. The witch wanted to scream but she couldn't find the voice to do it and simply fell to her knees as she was bathed in that ending fire.
She had felt this power before, even if it wasn't really her life. But she felt it deep down, and part of her wished for what the flames wanted to do. To wield it like she had when she was a mere fragment of herself. Because deep down, maybe it was something she really wanted, something she craved to push past her flaws.
Cut it slipped through her fingers, it came to an end and Maple found herself back at the field where they had all come across those doors. It had all been a dream, but she could still feel herself shaking.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 5:02 pm
Others had come and joined the fight, though he found himself stepping out of it, moving to the back. They were discussing how to break her free, and he waited, letting them think it out. But he heard kings and other things being thrown around, it seemed this sort of thing happened before, was… dare he think common. He listened but he just, let them figure this one out. He would help by not attacking and just sort of standing away from everyone. One of them stepped forward and got eaten. Yeah…. He was not helping now. As he waited the thing asked for a scrafice. A life for a life it seemed. That was just stupid. He said nothing. Did nothing, even as one offered, even as they stuck the blade in themselves. He didn’t believe any of the shadow’s words. Something about a legacy, he was trying to remember, but couldn’t quiet all he knew was that there was seven of them and 7 items. And then the thing exploded, Fire and heat that seared, no not fire, shadows, something that only felt like fire for a moment. And then he woke up confused. This wasn’t… was it all another dream? He looked around and knew they had seen the same dream. What was the difference between dreams and reality anymore anyway?
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 5:09 pm
The flames erupted all around them, and Amrita released the dagger she had been holding as if burned. She looked around in a panic, trying desperately to find a safe haven away from the flames; as black as they were, they still invoked a deeply seated terror, one that had her screaming even before the first of the flames managed to touch her.
It hurt. But it would never hurt as much as the pain she had experienced not too long ago; the agony of being quite literally ripped to shreds from the very depths of her core would never be topped. Still, this hurt.
By the time it consumed her she was screaming her promises of revenge; revenge for what had happened to her, to those around her, for Remi and the little Monster boil she didn't know. She would make Emerys pay for this. She would make Merlin pay for this, and she would not rest until every single last one of them answered for their crimes.
She would get her Revenge.
She was Revenge---
And then she woke up, standing on the grass by the tree Shun resided in, blinking owlishly in the new light. Everything seemed the same way it was before the doors appeared, minus the energetic amusements of her fellow students. The ghoul looked around, and lifted her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, not yet noticing the mark on the back of her hand.
"What - What happened...? Is everyone okay?"
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