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 Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 11:05 am
For a moment, all West could see was the rainbow dragon that had just entered their midst. Why wasn't it all grey and blue and weird yet? Were they going to have to fight it? Why was Riley riding it?
The creature spoke.
It was Jericho.
West slowly turned his head toward the reaper boil who had addressed him, an expression of wide-eyed wtf-ery on his face. Out of all the things he'd seen recently, rainbow Jericho was perhaps the most disturbing.
"I, uh, y'know, the island." He had gathered from a conversation with Holly that the fog there had also whispered. There was no reason to talk about Red. Nope.
My HP: 20/40
My Status: -
My Target: -
Damage Dealt: -
Collective Damage to Boss: -
Anything attacked/attackers should note: West doesn't want to think about that time he died, okay? :< *runs away weeping dramatically*
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 11:11 am
It seemed like most of the school was becoming rather hazy (and it was Arel's fault), and yet Sura didn't seem to be too entirely bothered by the fact it was hazy, rather than the fact that she couldn't see a bloody thing, even with the slight illumination from her eyes that was going on right then.
She made a sort of rumbling noise as she paced between groups of students, puzzling to herself. She didn't ask any questions, her head just tilted from side to side as she took things in, puzzling about them silently.
My HP: 21/30
My Status: Puzzled
My Target: --
Damage Dealt: --
Collective Damage to Boss: --
Anything attacked/attackers should note: Sura is puzzled and..puzzled.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 11:16 am
Ulmuka's form spiralled downwards into an ungraceful landing. A cloud of feathers puffed from him when he landed and the owl-bowl looked entirely displeased. He'd fled the faculty offices when the strange voices began. He'd become rather claustrophobic but being outside didn't seem to help him. Flying wasn't fun when there was trippy mist with sinister eyes.
All of his keen senses were thrown for a loop by the mist and so he stood, hunched instead of tall, and frowining instead of smiling. He was still dressed in his costume from the play but looked rather unscathed. He didn't see any students he knew around him, though there was that large ghoul who made him want to perch....
Would Israfel follow him?
--insert stats here--
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 11:31 am
((Entering))
Maybe you heard it maybe you didn't but Bul's scream went from very faint in the distance to-
"aaAaAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH-"
Round a corner and there were students! Bul's jaw shut tight the moment his eyes caught sign of any life in this hallway and smiled cheekily as he stretched up to look as though he wasn't in as bad of shape as he was and that he didn't just come down the hall screaming wildly.
My HP: 14/40
My Status: Tired
My Target: --
Damage Dealt:
Collective Damage to Boss: (Everyone's damage to the boss so far this round)
Anything attacked/attackers should note: lol
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 11:40 am
 Petro had no idea what was going on. There were only three things he was absolutely certain of: One, he did not like the cold. It reminded him too much of Christmas Town. Two, he did not like the fog and the way it was behaving. It reminded him too much of the Island. And three, he was going to do everything he could to protect Needle or Jack help him he would go mad. As a precaution, the tikbalang shifted into his real form, checking over his shoulder for any sign that Needle was still following him.
"This way!" he called out to her as he made his way towards the gathering of students. Openly staring at the rainbow of Jericho's scales and giving the dragon boil a grin. Petro approved! He approved indeed! When all this is said and done, he considered asking the boil if he could have some of Jericho's scales when he sheds them.
My HP: 40/40
My Status: -
My Target: -
Damage Dealt: -
Collective Damage to Boss: -
Anything attacked/attackers should note: Tro is in tikbalang mode, and is roughly 7"8 tall, not counting the mane-spikes. He is also acting as Needle's bodyguard. Somehow, Legs had managed to avoid getting involved in any of the attacks. Probably because no one expected a pair of limbs that had no trouble playing "dead" could pose as actual threat to anyone. When the fog began to take form, however, she couldn't ignore the events that were unfolding. Unfortunately for her, she had no jacking clue what was going on apart from these invaders everywhere. There was a gathering of students and she thankfully recognized some of them! Immediately, Legs ran up to the tatzel to lightly nudge the ghoul with her hip to draw Levi's attention. Hopefully, West and Mitsu would also notice her presence.
My HP: 20/20
My Status: -
My Target: -
Damage Dealt: -
Collective Damage to Boss: -
Anything attacked/attackers should note: it is just Legs.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 1:17 pm
[ entering ]
He didn't like this. He didn't like this at all.
Sparrow ran, quite unceremoniously, around the corner, following the rest of the throngs of students. The air around him seemed tense and claustrophobic, as though it were stretching and compressing his very breath, vibrating violently with a deafening sort of rhythm that thundered and pounded in his skull.
And then there was the fog - a dismal grey cloud that coiled and spread out everywhere, dense enough that it was difficult to distinguish anything at all within its confines.
And then came the voices.
Sparrow did not understand the voices. But they were everywhere, twisting and undulating around him like they were surrounding him - an endless cacophony of sound, whispers, mutterings, eerie, high-pitched laughter.
Wren. Where is Wren.
It was not a question - rather, it was a horrible desperation that seeped into Sparrow's veins, hot and vibrant. Nothing else seemed to matter, except for the safety of the ghoul, but he did not even know where to start to find her. And he could not find any sort of argument to run off wildly by himself in the middle of chaos to find her without any sort of direction. Who knows how long it would take him? He didn't have his skellyphone anymore; the Jackdamned device seemed to have fallen out of his pocket at some point.
Frustrated, Sparrow darted a few steps forward, the smoking black scythe in his hand held tightly within his fingers.
Accidentally he trod on the foot of someone in front of him.
"Sorr - oh, it's you."
The crazy-eyed, bird boil who had stalked Sparrow into his room was looking clearly disgruntled about something; strange, considering his rather...unusual personality.
"What's going on?" demanded Sparrow. He felt woefully out of tune with the rest of the goings on at the school. "What's happened?" [ My HP: 40/40
My Status: --
My Target: --
Damage Dealt: --
Collective Damage to Boss: --
Anything attacked/attackers should note: Sparrow's got his giant scythe summoned and in hand. ]
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 1:22 pm
Shun's eyes narrowed at the Wrath Demon's reply. He had heard quite a bit of the island and he wasn't too happy to hear this had something to do with it. Then again, something about all of this reminded him vaguely of the beast Red had become before he was blinded by Caelius. "It does. And I don't like this," he murmured to Mitsu. He also looked towards Levi, who seemed to feel about the same way. Then again, he couldn't think why anyone would take this as a good sign, even if they weren't familiar with the circumstance. My HP: 19 My Status: My Target: Damage Dealt: Collective Damage to Boss:Anything attacked/attackers should note: Frowny face
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 1:31 pm
Sheridan felt a chill run down his spine. It was not a chill of cold, but rather a deep, penetrating, terrible chill; the chill of a memory he had longed to forget but that still held to the depths of his mind, a horror with no escape. It was a feeling that was far too familiar, a nitemare he could not forget. Why, why was the fog here? How had the horrors of the island reached them at Ammityville? Were the hunters close behind, was this their doing? What in Jack's name... If he didn't know better he'd have thought something was...staring at him from within the fog. The dragon's eyes narrowed, he remembered this fog, the heavy oppressive fog that had drained their FEAR and nearly driven them insane. A sudden thought, he reached for his pin, hoping it wasn't too late. He had been trapped in his student form last time, that wouldn't happen again, not if he could help it! My HP: 30/30 My Status: horrified, but determined My Target:Damage Dealt:Collective Damage to Boss: Anything attacked/attackers should note: Sheridan has shifted into his natural form. His length is a little over 20 from nose to tail.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 1:31 pm
"Mr. Sparrow.." Muka's smile was brief towards the reaper boil but his body was still puffed out in alarm. "Voices and fog. Very.. distracting." His jagged teeth audibly clacked repeatedly in agitation. "Some seem familiar with this but I am very bothered. Bothered indeed..." He muttered the last bit as if to himself. "Strange hmm?" HP: 30 / 30 Status: -- Target: -- Dmg: -- Boss: -- Anything of note: Muka is very affected by the fog and he's never seen it before! He's also still in his costume from the play.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 1:33 pm
Jericho caught that look West gave him and let out an unhappy huff in response. Not saying anything to him, he turned once he heard Bul screaming and running in their direction. "BUL! Get a hold of yourself!" he shouted, though the other student had already calmed down by the time he said this. And then he caught the look Petro gave, which would have raised an eyebrow if his draconic head would allow for it. What was with that look? It almost seemed like.. he approved? Well the horse boy was probably the only one who did. The dragon certainly did not enjoy his rainbowy scales at teh moment. My HP: 31 My Status: My Target: Damage Dealt: Collective Damage to Boss:Anything attacked/attackers should note: Like this
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 1:36 pm
Roch blinked. "Holy candlewax, Choops, is that your blood?" he asked, almost panicking as he knelt down beside her to look her over. "What happened to you, screech? Why are you runnin' around when you're all covered with blood??" he frowned, wondering where the wound was, considering the blood was EVERYWHERE.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 1:38 pm
"Woah there, brotha-" Bul put his hands up at Jericho. "I'm good, I'm good. I think..."
Nah he looked pretty unsettled right now anyway. He wasn't even sure what unpleasant memory this reminded him of more; the island or the haunted house.
hp: 14/40
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 1:41 pm
[ Entering ]
It seemed her previous suspicions had been correct--there was no way to escape the foggy area. At least, it was either that or they simply had not gone far enough--not that they could have gone all that far anyways, with that barrier still in place.
Still, Xiu was a little relieved at the fact that they were not alone in this place. As terribly uneasy as the fog--and the emotions that seemed to be swirling within it--made her, she relaxed to see that a group of students had gathered in this area. Shun, Mitsu, Levi, Sparrow--and the others were coming too. The baku didn't allow herself to relax completely though, especially since that fog still lingered overhead. It was clear that something was wrong...but the question was, how were they supposed to fix it? And more importantly: if they didn't fix it, what was going to happen?
...Nothing to do but wait and see, I suppose, The baku thought, slipping forward towards the others. Without a word, she stopped beside Levi, giving West a polite nod of her head as her gaze swept over the tatzel's companions. She was acquainted with the others, but she still didn't know the wrath demon too well. All she knew was that her big sis and West were friends.
...Or something like that. Despite the circumstances, Xiu may have been giving the tatzel and the wrath demon a slightly scrutinizing look as she glanced between them.
 My HP: 40/40
My Status: --
My Target: --
Damage Dealt: --
Collective Damage to Boss: --
Anything attacked/attackers should note: Xiu's dressed up in a winter coat/scarf/etc instead of her usual outfit.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 1:45 pm
"It...my Termo...." It was hard to say it because if she said it out loud then she would need to admit it. "My Thermos is broken." There was a sniffle, and then a hiccup, but Chuppi was doing her best not to cry over the spilled blood and cracked drinking item. Crying wouldn't do her any good now since everyone was getting more and more worried about the sky and people were arriving and yelling and. . . she needed to focus.
Still she wanted to hug the older boy and so she did, or at least she touched her hands to his side. She didn't want him to get dirty and really? She just wanted the comfort that came from knowing someone was there. With her quills she couldn't ever get a proper hug back, but touching like this was okay. "Do you know what is going on? I hid when the Rat King came back so scary, and then all the items? And now with all of this, what is that cloud?" Her voice dropped to a whisper.
"I am scared."
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 1:47 pm
Ulmuka was clearly unsettled by the whole situation - and Sparrow shared similar feelings. He was still holding his scythe with an iron grip, as though if he let go something drastic would happen, something terrible. Right now it was his only source of comfort - and it was not a very strong one, at that.
But at least he did not feel helpless holding it.
"Familiar?" repeated Sparrow quietly, his gaze sweeping around at the students. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Xiu, and he gave the baku a small, vague smile, nodding at his friend before he turned back to the owl.
"This is wrong," Sparrow muttered. "Where were you a few moments ago?" [ My HP: 40/40
My Status: --
My Target: --
Damage Dealt: --
Collective Damage to Boss: --
Anything attacked/attackers should note: Sparrow's got his giant scythe summoned and in hand. ]
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