"You are skilled at what you do," said Gale stubbornly, lifting his chin and giving Marcus a look that said something like Go ahead and try denying it again, I dare you. "You're passionate about what you do and you do it, regardless. That's something pretty respectable, if you ask me."
He shrugged his shoulders and continued to walk forward. "Farsi sounds pretty cool. I learned a bit of French back in primary school, but I haven't really used it ye - "
Gale did not get a chance to finish his sentence. There was a sudden movement in the fog ahead, and as they reached the light they could see that it was, in fact, a fire of sorts - but they would not get close, as a figure had suddenly leapt in front of them, brandishing an enormous knife.
Gale let out a yell of surprise, and immediately swung the rifle around to take a shot, but he was too slow. The knife came streaking through the fog, slicing a line into his arm and he staggered backwards, swearing.
"Marcus, come on," he said, trying to ignore the pain, and dragging his friend off, panting heavily.
"Bloody fog!"
(( Stats: ))
Name: Gale Gentry HP: 45/60 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: Trapping Gun (from Island) ; Runic Bandage (from Prompt 1 examining) RP Blurb:Looks like this
iStoleYurVamps
Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 4:08 pm
"Pssssht." Marcus waved him off. "Being passionate doesn't equal skill. Nor, will it save anyone. I go on missions and issue simple orders, like you know, to not run into danger and to let me handle it? Ignored. I'm not supposed to be leading but when I have to? It doesn't matter. As far as a moon hunter is concerned, I'm like the one they don't really talk about Gale. Good for general work, but not much beyond that. I ******** up, and now paying my dues." A heavy sigh. "Sorry to unload, it's just frustrating." He was about to make a french versus english joke as the knife got Gale. "Son of a b***h." While Gale took the first blow, Marcus took the second, a clean cut to his ********-" As they managed to get away, Marcus cursed again. "See? s**t moon. I should have been faster."
Name: Marcus Hasan HP: 45/60 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: Runic Daggers, Pumpkin Pill (Prompt 1 searching idk what use for) RP Blurb: King of Pessimism
His arm was aching now, but Gale pushed that aside in favor of getting as far away from the horsemen as he could.
"Bollucks."
He felt oddly ill at ease. A sudden sound made him jump and spin around, his eyes narrowing in the fog, trying to discern what it was that he was seeing. The haze was thick and foaming grey white, but after a few moments they came into view.
"Is that...what I think it is..?"
Everything seemed to be rushing him all at once. Gale staggered, the sensation of falling making his head spin, but then he was standing again and there were shadowy figures. He swallowed a little, nerves on edge, and then frowned.
"I never stole anything from you," he said loudly, his heart beating oddly fast in his chest.
(( Stats: ))
Name: Gale Gentry HP: 45/60 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: Trapping Gun (from Island) ; Runic Bandage (from Prompt 1 examining) RP Blurb:Looks like this
iStoleYurVamps
Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 4:05 pm
Marcus wasn't sure what he was seeing, a hunter and- he looked to the shadows, more concerned with those he was seeing Cass. A Cass who wouldn't meet his eyes. Scowling, Marcus looked to Gale. Non-shadow Gale. "It's s**t, that's what it is." Trust nothing. Dis purred, if they had power, it was his. Keep it.
"We don't have it, whatever it is."
Stubborn, Marcus tensed as the weapon came up then-Nothing. Well, something but nothing that bad? Dis just grumbled wordlessly. "Gale, you good? Gale-" What was under his hands? What was- "GALE? s**t s**t." Someone was bleeding out. He'd failed again. The ******** he didn't- "Son of a b***h. No. ********-" He couldn't see Gale. He couldn't see s**t. Just- he'd failed. Someone was dying under him and he was helpless. Dis offered no support.
The moon tried to heal, tried to patch, close the wound. But- his fault, it would always be his fault.
Name: Marcus Hasan HP: 45/60 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 15% Items: Runic Daggers, Pumpkin Pill (Prompt 1 searching idk what use for) RP Blurb: King of Pessimism
There was too much fog. He couldn't see Marcus anymore.
"Marcus. Hey, what - "
Voices. Gale staggered back a few steps, his eyes wide, and he could hear something, taste the coppery tang of blood on his tongue - he could smell it -
"Marcus?"
Something was seeping onto his knees. When had he dropped to the ground? Gale fumbled around in the icy white fog, his throat feeling tight, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe properly.
His fingers touched somebody - somebody was dying.
"No, don't, hold on, I - " said Gale, frantically working to heal whoever it was. It was difficult to make out the figure, but he wrapped the bandages around his arm and heard a whispered thanks. Sagging with relief, Gale moved to pull back, but a hand lifted, seized his wrist.
It was not a human hand.
With a shout of surprise, Gale threw himself backwards, gasping for breath. That had not been a hunter he had just helped. It had not been one of their own, it had been a horseman, something -
His voice wavered a bit.
"...Marcus..?"
He could smell something sweet...
(( Stats: ))
Name: Gale Gentry HP: 45/60 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 40% Items: Trapping Gun (from Island) ; Runic Bandage (from Prompt 1 examining) RP Blurb:Looks like this
iStoleYurVamps
Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 11:59 am
An enemy. The too human face with all too inhuman features. Fangs, pointed ears- Dis. Why did it look like Dis? The eyes and hair were off but- A vampire touched by insanity. White hair, blue eyes. Opposite to the image of the weapon in his head. An enemy. Dis's mental touch came out, wrapping around his mind. Dis wasn't... but he was. Dis was the enemy in his own way. A trusted enemy, loved even, as perverse as he'd made the term.
Shaking it off, Marcus rubbed his hands, find Gale. He was alive right, nearby? The shorter hunter, glowing, glittering gold got a hand to his shoulder. "I- I'm sorry. Distracted. Won't happen again. Won't... I won't let more s**t happen." He wouldn't -couldn't- fail at being a moon, not for Gale. Not for one person, not for his friend.
But he could be a failure for her. She'd been strange, she'd been kind, and he'd talked behind her back, he'd been reluctant, somewhat rude to her, and yet he never thought her cruel or malicious. Guilt welled up on guilt. Mary- "John." The name came out automatically. He'd never admit it. Never admin he sometimes hoped to hear someone call him that name again. "John Windwalker."
The image of her baking- He winced as the inky black spots flew from the bowl yet... it fit. It was something he wished he could have seen, just another memory, just another chance to say he was sorry.
Pick something to help -She had the minipets, that's what she seemed to be adding, how like her- The beaker. "Gale is this-" The beaker taken and added, he smiled a bit. "Is this really... insanity? I mean... If she's here then maybe we.. maybe-"
Maybe I failed. Maybe we're dead. Almost dead. Dying. Did I fail? A look of sorrow as she baked. "I was such a passive s**t to her. I shouldn't have said what I did. She wasn't mean, she just wanted... to help really."
Name: Marcus Hasan HP: 45/60 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 40% Items: Runic Daggers, Pumpkin Pill (Prompt 1 searching idk what use for) RP Blurb: King of Pessimism, Lord of Guilt
He did not want to be here. He wanted to be out of here right now.
Jumping a good foot in the air as a hand descended on his shoulder, Gale gave a sharp hiss, and whirled around, his shoulders sagging in relief when he realized that it was Marcus.
"I don't - " he said, and his hands twitched, his breath catching in his throat, his eyes flicking towards the black figure standing close by. It smelled sickly sweet, and there were shadowy tendrils surrounding her body, and Gale felt his heart beat a little faster in his chest.
"No," said Gale, and swallowing hard, he picked up something black and fluffy. It reminded him of her, and he gave Marcus a slightly panicked look, fear in his eyes.
"It's - we're not dead, she's - "
His fingers trembled slightly as the figure took it from him and proceeded to push it into an oven, and he couldn't turn away even if he wanted to, and then there was black smoke and white and -
"No no no no no no - "
He backed away, hastily, his eyes wide with fear, his pulse thrumming in his neck, away from Marcus, surrounded by nothing but white fog and the acrid smell of something burning.
He turned to leave, touched the door -
- fingers wrapped around his wrist, and when he turned around he could see -
His body froze where he was. He knew that face, knew it almost as well as he knew his own, and the voice that was calling to him was as familiar as the sun he yearned to see.
Gale closed his eyes. Everything hurt.
"Please let go of me," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Please."
(( Stats: ))
Name: Gale Gentry HP: 45/60 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 50% Items: Trapping Gun (from Island) ; Runic Bandage (from Prompt 1 examining) RP Blurb:Looks like this
iStoleYurVamps
Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 9:02 pm
She smiled, laughed even as she handed him whatever it was. A ghost of a smile, like a memory he could have made, should have made. Guilt mixed with a sense of happiness. She would have smiled, laughed, wanted him to do the same too. "I am sorry you know. What I did." What he didn't do.
What he failed to do.
Gale's frantic voice reached him and it all shattered. There was no joy, nothing to smile about. This place was a prison, a poison. They had to get out, to escape. "Gale!" He went after the gold and white. Always running, always a step behind. Defend them- but how, when he could hardly defend himself? Just as he thought he reached the Death hunter- A door. Impassible, he tried to go around, to get to Gale.
It was in his way. Once, twice, he hit at it. Kicked at it. Nothing. Trying to pry it open- Cass. Cass, broken armed, tear stained. Her arms around him. She shouldn't be there. Every logical part of him screamed she shouldn't be, couldn't be but- He had to. He had to. He'd failed so many times. Gale needed him. Gale was- he knew Gale was real. Cass- this cass. He didn't know. He didn't and his heart tore.
A cold, calm hiss, a reminder.
I am kind, but I will not tolerate your life for this. This is a land of life and death- Leave her, she is not your task, your concern. You must only save what is known and true. Grasp your power my Marcus. Take it! Cass. YOU WILL REGAIN WHAT YOU LOST. Cassandra. YOU WILL NOT HESITATE. Fiance. YOU WILL GIVE ME WHAT IS OWED!
"I'm sorry."It hurt. It hurt so much. So much. A decision he'd made so long ago. Emotions couldn't stop a mission. Couldn't hold him back. "I'm sorry Cass. I'm so sorry. I never wanted to make this choice. I never wanted this." Dis was silent. Content.
"I'm sorry that I love you. I love you so much I-" Words he never wanted to say.
"I'll come back for you. I promise." The smallest of smiles. "I did promise you'd have me forever didn't I?"
Dis, felt a part of himself settle into place, that dark little place he'd taken in Marcus's mind. His hunter. His to wield. His to shatter. His to break, and now, finally-
His to command.
Name: Marcus Hasan HP: 41/60 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 40% Items: Runic Daggers, Pumpkin Pill (Prompt 1 searching idk what use for) RP Blurb: King of Pessimism, Lord of Guilt
She smiled, laughed even as she handed him whatever it was. A ghost of a smile, like a memory he could have made, should have made. Guilt mixed with a sense of happiness. She would have smiled, laughed, wanted him to do the same too. "I am sorry you know. What I did." What he didn't do.
What he failed to do.
Gale's frantic voice reached him and it all shattered. There was no joy, nothing to smile about. This place was a prison, a poison. They had to get out, to escape. "Gale!" He went after the gold and white. Always running, always a step behind. Defend them- but how, when he could hardly defend himself? Just as he thought he reached the Death hunter- A door. Impassible, he tried to go around, to get to Gale.
It was in his way. Once, twice, he hit at it. Kicked at it. Nothing. Trying to pry it open- Cass. Cass, broken armed, tear stained. Her arms around him. She shouldn't be there. Every logical part of him screamed she shouldn't be, couldn't be but- He had to. He had to. He'd failed so many times. Gale needed him. Gale was- he knew Gale was real. Cass- this cass. He didn't know. He didn't and his heart tore.
A cold, calm hiss, a reminder.
I am kind, but I will not tolerate your life for this. This is a land of life and death- Leave her, she is not your task, your concern. You must only save what is known and true. Grasp your power my Marcus. Take it! Cass. YOU WILL REGAIN WHAT YOU LOST. Cassandra. YOU WILL NOT HESITATE. Fiance. YOU WILL GIVE ME WHAT IS OWED!
"I'm sorry."It hurt. It hurt so much. So much. A decision he'd made so long ago. Emotions couldn't stop a mission. Couldn't hold him back. "I'm sorry Cass. I'm so sorry. I never wanted to make this choice. I never wanted this." Dis was silent. Content.
"I'm sorry that I love you. I love you so much I-" Words he never wanted to say.
"I'll come back for you. I promise." The smallest of smiles. "I did promise you'd have me forever didn't I?"
Dis, felt a part of himself settle into place, that dark little place he'd taken in Marcus's mind. His hunter. His to wield. His to shatter. His to break, and now, finally-
His to command.
Name: Marcus Hasan HP: 41/60 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 40% Items: Runic Daggers, Pumpkin Pill (Prompt 1 searching idk what use for) RP Blurb: King of Pessimism, Lord of Guilt
kurotomato
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Marcus was met with a small, sad smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. It was clear that she was hurt, something made all the more apparent as her good arm slid from around him and dropped to her side. "I... I understand," she said softly, bravely trying to keep the smile on her face despite the treat of a frown. "I'll be good. I'll wait for you, as long as it takes..."
She takes a step back. Then another. And another before she is lost, engulfed by the fog that she can't fight back against.
That... had to have been an illusion, right? If Cass was here, then...
Marcus gains +100% Worry/Paranoia. Otherwise no changes.
Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 11:42 am
Gone, just like that she fell away, and a part of him wanted to reach out for her, hold her, tell her he'd be back, stay with her, bring her with him. She was always trying to smile for him. Always trying to help others, never herself. And he made it worse. He tried to be comforting, understanding, but in the end- he always made it worse.
A hum from Dis, a nagging reminder. He had a job to do. A task. "Gale!" The moon's voice cracked, trying to keep his emotions in check. "Gale can you hear me?"
Name: Marcus Hasan HP: 41/60 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 40% Items: Runic Daggers, Pumpkin Pill (Prompt 1 searching idk what use for) RP Blurb: King of Pessimism, Lord of Guilt, Warden of Worry, Prince of Paranoia
