"AHHHH!" Biskoto might had screamed a little when Ren jumped, startled by the boil's sudden movements. Unfortunately for Thanatos, it meant that she had constricted, tightening her coils around him... In fact, he had lost all feeling in one arm; he was just used to it enough for it to not show on his face.
"... You might want to refrain from doing that as well," He chuckled while petting his familiar, trying to get her to relax. Once he could freely move his arms again, he grinned, and extended one hand out towards the boil, "Indeed I am... Second year student, Thanatos Clotho at your service. This is Biskoto, my familiar."
She hissed sheepishly, bowing her head; if snakes could blush, she would be bright red by now, "I'm ssssso ssssorry, darling. I didn't mean to sssstartle you!"
kurotomato
Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 11:34 am
Jake was about to insult Chester some more, but then he heard it too. This time, a voice calling out. It was close. Really close.
Turning around, he headed towards the voice, weapons raised.
Closer and closer. He caught sight of something now. A shape. Something billowing. Raising his arms, he prepared to strike.
He stopped, weapons raised in mid-strike. "WHAT?" he hissed.
GrnGriff
Jake kinda sucks.
Ahaha, no worries, get some sleep! <3333333333 (OMG wut, only 4 hours of sleep?? You should get some more. :C)
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 11:35 am
Great. Lost in this bloody house again. It really was a maze. It was like a hedgemaze one was trying to find the key to the gate in, only there were 10 keys and you didn't know which one was the real one.
She really found that it made her very unhappy when that happened, which mostly had the Pricolici roaming in circles with her brows angrily furrowed together, a small twitch in her step.
She really was getting ready to fly off the handle...
"I'm sorry," said Ren again, and he really did mean it, his expression somewhat sheepish. "It's, er. Well. It's not exactly pleasant in here, if you know what I mean, and I've already lost track of who I was with..."
He trailed off, feeling irritated, and shook his head a little, exhaling.
"Sorry," he said, and reached out his hand to shake the boil's. "I'm Ren, a third year. It's nice to meet you, Thanatos, though I do wish it were under circumstances."
"And you as well, Biskoto," added Ren, with a small smile at the snake. He waved a hand. "Don't worry about it - it's easy to get...lost...in here."
For a moment, he looked irritated about something - perhaps himself - but then he shook it off, wings fluttering.
"Well, anyway. Have you figured out a direction we should be going or anything?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 12:55 pm
For a second, the Haunted House appeared through the growing fog, stark and rectangular shape a contrast from the swirling greys. For a second, something roared, and then dulled to a whisper-
- And beckoned them to come closer.
The pull was irresistible: each one the fog called too could not stop moving, could not stop moving towards the entrance of the Haunted House, the door now opening, waiting for them, despite the fact that each and every of them protested, that their mind screamed in silent terror, in trepidation of the unknown, that there was something so simply and fundamentally wrong about going inside-
- They were already walking through and into the door -
A moment later, the Haunted House pulled again from the fog, a single yellow light flickering inside one of its window sills. Slowly, almost dramatically, the window panes unfurled, dissolving into fog, a fine mist that seeped from inside the Haunted House -
- And transformed into only half-formed figures, creatures missing legs, limbs, dragging themselves forward only with their arms and claws. Creatures with no head, stumbling around blindly, reaching forwards, grasping for the students, horsemen, Hunters -
- Creatures that cried out a single word, 'Home' over and over and over-
- Creatures that finally grew thicker than the fog itself as they grabbed at any complete being they could find and consumed them entirely.
"Home? Sure, I want to come home with you--" Pepin willingly came with the hands as they leeched her into the room. Her giggled echoed through the hall as her body was sealed away, sent to play with other lost souls.
((Exit))
Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 1:30 pm
Maybe if she spread her wings and flapped them hard enough she could blow away the fog. Jay snorted at her own brilliant idea as she stalked through the white mist. Was it her, or did she feel cold? She hugged herself and kept her wings tucked in, the feathers brushing against her skin. The warrior could have sworn she had been with her group, but her mind had gotten her distracted as she chattered, looked around curiously as she tried to peer through the thick mist. “Senga? Iyari?” she called out as she planted herself in a spot. She bit on her bottom lip and hoped for an answer. It didn’t even have to be a familiar voice. She just wanted to hear someone answer back, to know she wasn’t alone and lost. There was none.
Sighing, she held herself tighter and kept walking.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 1:31 pm
Aaah Conquest, ever filled with the need to seem perfect. Shik snorted and was about to prod at one of the many wounds to show just how perfectly fine he was, but something from the mist grasped at him with a fading but strong hand. Claws dug into him with surprising power and frayed him even as he struggled, his dagger doing nothing to stop the creatures as they amassed about him pulling, grasping, howling for Home -
((Exiting))
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Around the same time, the mist took Shine and the voices suddenly grew softer. Mort's brow furrowed as he grew disoriented without someone else to anchor him. Jackdamnit...
A flicker of blue put him on guard, though it seemed to e moving away from him rather than towards. And no mumbles about Home either...Having not much else to go on, Mort followed after. "Hello?" he called a little uncertainly.
demon_pachabel
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 1:39 pm
No no no no no NO NO NO--
Aymet had charged toward the illusion and landed in an unforgiving fog so thick it should have been solid.
She was gone. No, that wasn't how this was supposed to go. She wasn't supposed to be - how had she become - why hadn't he noticed - and Ash, when had he -
No. No he couldn't panic right now. He couldn't get severely creeped out by the ominous muttering mist and the fact that there were fake Amityvilles just lying around now too and the Haunted House felt like the worst ever place to go and the entire area itself was trying to knock some sense into his core. He was a hero. Heroes didn't panic. And that was what he was, right? He was a hero. A hardcore jacking hero who saved his friends from -
Oh who was he even kidding this was a disaster.
Out of the fog, a few voices seemed distinctively more familiar and real than others. Everyone that had charged in had vanished, of course they would have had to be around here somewhere. Wherever this was. In the case of this place, it was better not to be alone. Maybe someone knew something he didn't. Maybe.
"Mort! Shine!" Aymet jumped in the air and hovered a bit, but he couldn't see anything but rolling white and the vague silhouette of the Haunted House in the distance. "Where are you?"
The logic in Mahir's head ticked like a wind-up toy. Every movement, every thought, every decision was slower, slower, until inevitably the machine would come to rest and the blinding white fog would blanket his senses.
The famine horseman could never claim to have quelled the infection in himself, merely ignored it, drowned it out in real voices of the people he couldn't seem to live without being near. As a healer his skills were simply not enough to rid his mind of the murmuring voices just out of earshot, which came in waves like a sinister tide. On normal days, anyway. Here, in this white emptiness, each one tore at his attention, disorienting him, until he had been separated from the group, lost to the void. Even now he could never piece together purpose here for long. The voices would call, and the memories would come apart, and every instance left him less time before the next. Here and there a recollection of Medea's orders and warnings. Anyone lost to the Insanity would have to be destroyed. He stared down at his hands that had not reformed in so long that they had been permanently gnawed to the bone by the infection. Everything went in and out of focus as if the Insanity had even swallowed up time itself.
There was a falter to his usual grin. It was a grimace, and he was little more than an animal baring its teeth, a desert beast freezing to death from exposure. He had lost control once before, to this, the mist, the calling. He didn't want to think about it here, not while he was alone. He wanted to keep a grasp on every piece of himself, his shadowy arms coiling and winding like snakes ready to strike. He didn't want to be alone... he didn't...
Jake's brows furrowed. "What are you talking about? That's-"
Before Jake could finish, something else had caught his attention. Something... big. The figure before him was forgotten as he stared into the fog, a strange shape forming.
And then a sound. A roar. A whisper. Jake dropped his weapons as his hands flew to his ears, trying to block it out.
It was no use. He couldn't hear Chester anymore. All he heard was a beckoning. A calling. Come closerrrrrrrr, come closerrrrrrrr
... Why did this sound so familiar?
As if in a trance, Jake reached down to pick up the weapons again, desummoning them into a pair of keys, clipping them to his sash.
<...Jake?>
No. He didn't want to listen. He didn't want to go. He was supposed to decide these things himself! Yet he couldn't refuse, couldn't say no.
Step by step, he got closer and closer.
But it was too late. He had already stepped inside.
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[[Exiting!]]
Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 2:08 pm
Why it should surprise her that somehow upon entering the vicinity of the Jacking Haunted House, it would find a way to screw with her. And have her wind up alone. Oh skulls she was aloooone! LW stood frozen where she was, trying to desperately find the two boils she'd come here with. Where was Ren? And Tybalt?! Her boilfriend had had such a firm grip on her hand too. How...
No. No there was no point in wondering how. She knew where she was. That was answer enough.
"Ren? Tybalt!" The she-wolf called out hesitantly, tail swishing anxiously behind her. "G-Guys?" She barely remained below squeak levels.
Wait. Her head tilted, a frown forming. What was...that? It was a whisper of sound. That sounded like...was it Ren? "Ren...?" LW walked towards it, arms lightly wrapped around her midsection while she tried to see through the Jack forsaken fog! Not that it was working. And neither was her attempt at following that voice!
Dakota had grimaced as they were suddenly dropped into the haunted house. He felt like rather then the routine of finding and wiping out the enemies one by one...lost in a maze of rooms.
Some opened and some didn't and what really sucks was...not a single hot babe in sight.
"YO, IF THIS IS A REMAKE OF THE HAUNTED HOUSE ON THE HILL OF WHATEVER, DON'T I GET A HOT COSTAR BABE TO RUN INTO MY ARMS???" The fog responded purely by swirlings and...ignoring him.
Poor Moon hunter had no idea really where he was....until he saw a flash of red tail.
"Hey!" Chama was out in a instant as he crept closer...Somehow...he felt like he had seen this girl before...
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name: Dakota Rainstar faction: Moon intermediate hunter Looks like this
Kyrieko
Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 2:39 pm
Her ears picked up a...sound. It was muffled, but that was probably the fog. Probably.
Jack, why did she have to be alooooone! Stupid Haunted House...
The sudden loud sound of someone shouting 'Hey' had LW yelping and whirling around quickly to see who - or what - it had been...
"Ack! Not one of youuuu!" LW whined, hand to her chest as her heart almost burst from her chest. And then, because the adrenaline was running so fantastically through her system at this point, the she-wolf scowled, walked right up to the Hunter, and punched him in the arm.
"Don't do that!" She half growled, half whined. Clearly, she was not a fan of being scared out of her wits with this Jacking fog surrounding them and toying with them.
"ACK NOT ONE OF YOU..." The hunter mimicked the red werewolf before sheathing the sword. Clearly she wasn't a threat here and to be honest...any company was better then no company.
"Sup my little wolf lady, you look absolutely daring today..." Ah now Dakota remember where he had seen her, it was the first time he had been on a capture mission and he banked her and her birdie boyfriend.
Well that was in the past after all. "I find it ironic that a hunter is the one scaring a HALLOWEEN creature. You know...since you guys live to scare us..." Dakota grinned widened even more...
"This fog is giving me the creeps. So Babe, how'd you end up in the dreaded fog filled house? And just what are you doing here?" Was she working with the horsemen? He'd be wary but...then Dakota never fully understood caution when ladies were around.
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name: Dakota Rainstar faction: Moon intermediate hunter Looks like this
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