Solia looked at the group. Then she looked at the light. Then at the group. "Seeing the options I can deal with, it's a logical thing to do, flipping a coin for what we do however is dumb as s**t. That's not democracy, that dumbocracy." Arms crossed and fingers tapped on her arm. "Luck and chance and fate- seriously. There is zero logic to that. And with insanity ambient around us, for all we know it can alter percentiles and weight distribution in a coin. Hell, even with a d20 I'd be skeptical. Actually, that is something to look into when we're done. How high ambient FEAR levels or Insanity might alter such things." She pulled out her cellphone, making a memo to her self.
Back to gabbing. "I'm no seer of mind or doom, but I'd like to say that one of has secretly found their dream bed and reached god tier. Sadly, non of us look to be in our pajamas. End game, Jack Noir is coming. What do you do? Look at the options? Cool, that's fine. Flipping a coin while fair in theory, is dumb. We don't have a Virska here. Unless we find a better option, I'd stick to our mythos archetypes." Israfel was in her head, content. Not understanding half of what Solia was saying.
Name: Solia Delacroix HP: 40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: she's 5 foot brown hair/eyes, ruffled blouse, skinny jeans+heels. Her weapon is a silver/blue long bow with a familiar blue rose at one end. (Israfel) Kind of smells like rotting fish/low tide atm
Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 6:56 pm
Kat could only stare at Solia. "...did you really just say dumbocracy?" Totally not important, but hey!
"Well, I'm honestly not sure where it is we're supposed to be headed, nor do I care. All I know, is its likely to be crap either way. If you guys want to explore the place for better options, then fine by me. But I highly doubt our choices will be much better than what they already are." She shrugged, folding her arms over her chest. "In any case, we need to make a choice, and soon. Lingering here is probably not all the safe either."
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Name: Katherine Taylor HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: 5'6" and looks like this but has a small scar on the side of her face that goes all the way up the side of her cheek to her hairline
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 10:23 pm
Ami shot Lex a "where did you pick this weirdo up?" look.
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Name: Ami Raine HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: RP Blurb: Looks like this, currently wearing this skirt. It's very important for rp guys. Has 2 runic guns holstered around her waist, but hidden under her coat. She's 5'2, tiny tiny tiny.
Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 11:25 pm
Lex gave Solia a long hard stare, blinked once, gave her another blank look, turned to Ami, gave her an exasperated look, looked to Kat, gave her an eye roll, and then looked back to Solia.
Being the self appointed leader was hard. Regal was just being agitated and a Grumpy Guss in his mind, and Lex was about done with all of this.
No one could agree. No one liked his ideas. This sucked.
Women always agreed with him before the island. Then again, they'd been either intoxicated, really stupid, or lonely. He knew how to pick 'em.
"Alright, alright. Let's go ahead and search for another light source, or some sort of clues. I want all weapons drawn; Hunter weapons." He looked to Ami, ignorant of her current position. "We can start by heading south."
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Name: Alexei Jamil HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: Lex stands at 6'4", has chestnut brown hair, grey eyes, 5 o' clock shadow, is well built but not overly buff, and wields a flintlock pistol with golden runes.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 11:43 pm
Ami found her skeptical look responded with exasperation. Alright, maybe it wasn't fair to drop this all on Lex. He was a little baby newbie and wasn't suited to leading quite yet. She could at least acknowledge his potential.
A dark look crossed her face with the poignant target painted on her face at the mention of weapons. "Not an option, jethro," she said vaguely, stepping in front of Kat slight to speak to the entire group. Guns were drawn, and that was all you'd see out of her, unfortunately.
A sigh escaped her mouth. She really hated leading, but Lex wasn't going to provide it. Timidly, she said, "Kat could you take the front, Solia follow close and scout ahead? Lex I'd like you to take the rear if you don't mind- you're tall and can see what I can't." There wasn't much authority in her voice, but it was a plan.
I was even polite, aren't you proud Jumpy?
There was, of course, no response.
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HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: Name: Ami Raine RP Blurb: Looks like this, currently wearing this skirt. It's very important for rp guys. Has 2 runic guns holstered around her waist, but hidden under her coat. She's 5'2, tiny tiny tiny.
Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 4:51 pm
Solia nodded. "I did. I call it like I see it." Bow brought back up, she pouted as the 'team' seemed to get exasperated with her. She'd just been trying to help, granted in a bossy, rather ineffective way. Ami's suggestion had her pout leaving as she waved her bow up and down. "Oh oh! I can fire arrows to light the way just a bit further ahead. I mean, Israfel will make a little note of music but that's not a huge deal. Lacking ambient sound our movements alone would alert people to us anyway. And I like Lex taking the rear, he's a dang giraffe to us gazelle."
Getting next to Kat she smiled. "Okay, let's go light hunting!"
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Name: Solia Delacroix HP: 40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: she's 5 foot brown hair/eyes, ruffled blouse, skinny jeans+heels. Her weapon is a silver/blue long bow with a familiar blue rose at one end. (Israfel) Kind of smells like rotting fish/low tide atm
Kat merely shrugged at Lex as he rolled his eyes, she was past caring about trivial things today. With a sigh, she answered Ami's question with a small nod in agreement to her proposal of her taking point. Its not like she minded, she was itching to shoot something, after all. Preferably two of those freaks from earlier.
"Alright." If things didn't work out, however, she was coming back to check out the light with the cold air about it. The warm one, like Ami had pointed out, seemed suspicious, especially when it was coming from this place.
Nodding to Solia as she moved up beside her again, she re-summoned her weapons and began walking. "Hopefully, if we're lucky, we'll cross paths with other hunters."
(( sorry, my net keeps cutting out on me ))
Keep walking and search for a different light.
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Name: Katherine Taylor HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: None RP Blurb: 5'6" and looks like this but has a small scar on the side of her face that goes all the way up the side of her cheek to her hairline
Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 11:32 pm
Lex was actually a little glad to hand control over to Ami - she'd been here longer, knew how things worked in this faux military system. He was glad to take the back, let her lead for a bit. A relief, and maybe he'd get brownie points for not arguing. "Solia...Giraffes are awkward, and I'm not...and you're not a bunch of gazelle. That's kind of an awful analogy..."
So they walked, looking for something new. Anything, really. Regal's soft glow lit the floor in front of his feet, while Lex's eyes searched ahead for anything.
They found something; a strangeness in the Insanity. Lex tensed, and called for the group to stop. "Ladies! Don't move!"
<< Whelp, I'm sensing a strong amount of Fear... >>
That amount of Fear apparently sensed them too, and attacked. Before Lex could even get a shot off, it was gone.
"Augh...you girls okay?"
((OOC: Everyone takes 15 damage, and gains 10% Insanity))
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Name: Alexei Jamil HP: 25/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: None RP Blurb: Lex stands at 6'4", has chestnut brown hair, grey eyes, 5 o' clock shadow, is well built but not overly buff, and wields a flintlock pistol with golden runes.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 12:03 am
Unlike the others, Ami had no warning. Her weapon wasn't there to point out the fluctuations in FEAR, so while Lex was calling out not to move, she had already stumbled into the trap. A fly to the spider's web.
Things faded, almost glitched and the feeling disappeared. Laughter replaced the incessant nausea, a sickening carnival revealed itself to them. Flashbacks of Mimi the bakeneko came to her, but she pushed them away. Clearly this wasn't the same place. The tents were all wrong, shades of grey (50 of them, Solia) and black. It definitely wasn't the fairground they'd seen earlier.
A figure came, speaking of bargains and power, having something taken from them. Ami looked at her group members, confused as to what she'd taken exactly. Figures stood behind the man, but Ami paid them no heed. Seeing Wilson made her bite her lip, but that was the greatest reaction the figure got out of her.
"This isn't right," she muttered to her group. "What's he talking about?"
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HP: 25/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: Name: Ami Raine RP Blurb: Looks like this, currently wearing this skirt. It's very important for rp guys. Has 2 runic guns holstered around her waist, but hidden under her coat. She's 5'2, tiny tiny tiny.
Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 12:47 pm
It was a perfect analogy Lex. "Well until you grow a real beard and then I can call you a lion, which by the way would be rather fitting given Regal and the fact you're surrounded by fine ladies such as ourselves, in terms of African savanna animals you are taller than the wall so good job you are the giraffe. And they are not awkward they are adorable! Would you prefer me to call you the lion?" She was smiling, half taking herself seriously, half not. "Anyway, I'll try to lite the way! Israfel, try to keep the notes light okay?" Indeed. I will keep to a soothing string. No reason to add tension to this place. An arrow into the mist, the music note rang out, soft like it was something from a practice. The glow of the arrow briefly illuminating the area ahead.
Not that it did much good.
"Well with yelling does movin-" Solia! "Isra-AAAAHHH!" Pain across her side,Solia stumbled back. Tactical retreat. Ow. Owowowowowowow. "Pas bon. Non. Non non non non." Clutching her side, the hunter trainee looked up at the sound of laughter and music. Israfel was suddenly on high alert in her head, voice a gentle cooing. "Whoa. This is some twilight zone going down."
Something asking for power- Israfel hissed. Not like a snake, but like a caged bird, a hiss of malice. A hiss of warning. The sudden change has Solia tensing, clutching the bow tightly to her body. It speaks of power, of paths. A lie. Fighting is a path of futility. Of an endless cycle of destruction. They seek paths yet seem to have a leader- that is no path, that is an illusion of truth. You've taken nothing but your freedom, as I have taken nothing but the choices given to me. It lies Solia, and it lies poorly. "Israfel?" Concern laced her voice as the siren hissed again in her head. "Guys... I.. Isra-" Worry, confusion, the bow was held tight. "This is not good. Isra is kind of... flipping out." Put mildly.
Looking at the shadows Solia blanked. "Oh holy s**t. This is twilight zone. Lex. Lex stop you don't get to pull a dark link on me." Lex in the shadow crowd. "Oh my god why is everyone pulling a Dark Link there isn't even a Ganondorf or a Demise here Jesus. Does that mean it wants the triforce because I don't have that much wisdom though I admit I did Zelda for Sakuracon once. I got nothing. Why are you guys even shadows I just- on that list of things not okay, that is really not okay."
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Name: Solia Delacroix HP: 25 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: None RP Blurb: she's 5 foot brown hair/eyes, ruffled blouse, skinny jeans+heels. Her weapon is a silver/blue long bow with a familiar blue rose at one end. (Israfel) Kind of smells like rotting fish/low tide atm
If there was one thing she could say about the group she was traveling with, it was that they were an amusing lot. Turning to glance back at the group, she paused when noticing the strange patch of insanity to the left of them. A barrier of some sort? Gawd, this place was so weird. "What d-"
:-Keep your guard up!:
The warning came a little too late, when something struck out at her and the rest of the group. What it was, she had no idea, but she knew it was bloody large! Falling back with the others, Kat kept her weapons at the ready in case it was to show up again. It didn't.
"Okay.. what the hell was that?" Nodding to Lex, she waved his question off. "Yeah, I'm fine." She wasn't too sure about Ami and Solia, however. Her gaze shifted to Ami, raising a brow. "Who..?" Then to Solia. Isra..? Her weapon? Why did that name sound so familiar to her? "Uh..I have no idea what your talking about." Video games weren't exactly her area of knowledge, after all.
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Name: Katherine Taylor HP: 35/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: None RP Blurb: 5'6" and looks like this but has a small scar on the side of her face that goes all the way up the side of her cheek to her hairline
Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 6:50 pm
Rubbish. That's what this thing was speaking; a fat load of rubbish. Lex sneered at the figure, straightening his posture and twirling Regal around his finger. Like hell he would let this thing mess with his br-
Wait. What. Who...huh? Figures, out of the blue, were behind the fog thing. People he knew; Ami, Kat, Wilson, Solia, Gale, Marcus - what on earth? But...they couldn't be real. No, no they weren't. Solia and Kat and Ami were with him, facing the same thing that was threatening them. His sneer turned to a grimace, and he gave the thing the hardest glare he could muster.
"I haven't stolen a thing, now get out of my face." The words dripped poison coming from his mouth, a tone rarely heard from the tall man. Maybe it was this place getting to his head? Maybe he was offended at being called a thief? Or maybe he just wanted out of this stupid fog.
Either way. the figure only shook its head, calling him stubborn. The Life trainee was about to retaliate, but then...everything was gone. He and the girls were still there, but the gloom and doom was gone.
Yet, something wasn't okay. Like an itch that you can't find, or a missing person at a party that no one really pays mind to, but are aware of. Displeasure crossed the face of the Vegas native, his fingers wrapped more tightly around the stock of his weapon.
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Name: Alexei Jamil HP: 25/40 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 15% Items: None RP Blurb: Lex stands at 6'4", has chestnut brown hair, grey eyes, 5 o' clock shadow, is well built but not overly buff, and wields a flintlock pistol with golden runes.
((OOC: Choices made: Search in a random direction -> Insist you didn't steal anything -> xxx))
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Had she taken something? Ami racked her mind for something taken, but all she could come up with was a list of things that had been taken from her.
Her first reaction was hostility. Her fingers twitched on the triggers, ready to attack, take him down. Do whatever it would take to put this madman out of commission.
Reason came next. She couldn't attack. In her weakened state, a battle was the last thing she could step into without a plan. She didn't know this figure's power, didn't have the statistics she needed. For all she knew, the figure could be emitting poison, killing her slowly right now where she stood. The guns lowered, she bit her lip. Hesitation.
She needed to leave. She needed to get out of this situation altogether. Above all things, Ami was a survivor. She'd bow and kiss the boot of a witch if it meant staying alive. Call it cowardice, but she'd be the one alive at the end of the day. She'd done it before, kneeled before the horsemen, and she'd do it again. Mindless aggression simply wasn't her path.
Her mind ran through a list of options, and she sprung the best one she could think of. "Okay," she said weakly, following Lex's declaration of defiance. "I ... I'll get 'it.'" She backed away slowly, unreadable expression on her face. A practiced blank slate that she wore too often. "I'll return shortly."
[ Agree to return what was stolen but explain that you need to go get it. When freed, you intend to run. ]
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HP: 25/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: Name: Ami Raine RP Blurb: Looks like this, currently wearing this skirt. It's very important for rp guys. Has 2 runic guns holstered around her waist, but hidden under her coat. She's 5'2, tiny tiny tiny.
Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 1:34 pm
Nothing. Nothing happened as she closed her eyes, unsure what to do or say. No cold, no heat, no pain- Nothing. It was almost peaceful as she felt her knees give out. Kat was clueless, (so was Solia), Lex sounded angry, (not good), Amy was going to get whatever it was, (YAY AMY). But the white- The- Something under her hand, a body, wet, sticky. Fear lanced down her spine as she felt the sensation of Death. Someone dying under her hands. "Guys!" She didn't remember someone getting hurt but- "GUYS!" Frantic, she pressed her scarf to the wound. "Ne mourez pas. Non. Non non non." A frantic whisper. "Medic?" Was that what she had to yell for? "MEDIC?" Oh God no, she didn't want someone to die, this wasn't what she wanted at all.
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Name: Solia Delacroix HP: 25 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: None RP Blurb: she's 5 foot brown hair/eyes, ruffled blouse, skinny jeans+heels. Her weapon is a silver/blue long bow with a familiar blue rose at one end. (Israfel) Kind of smells like rotting fish/low tide atm
With a sigh, Kat furrowed her brow and folded her arms. Whatever it was that was going on here, it was crazy. Her gaze shifted from the group, and landed on a figure wielding a weapon of some sort. When she tried to address him, she received no answer from them. Well..okay. Fine. Closing her eyes, she decided to just ignore their presence for the time being. With luck, they would carry on and leave them be.
It was only when the others talked of things being stolen, or returned that she opened her eyes again. Thankfully, whatever or whoever the figure was, was long gone now, and the fog was back to its natural annoying white look. "What are you guys going on about? Return wha-" Startled by Solia's sudden shout, Kat regained her posture and stared wide eyed at the girl. "Pardon..?" Medic? Medic for what? Was she hurt?
Close your eyes and wait for the shapes to go away. (Do nothing)
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Name: Katherine Taylor HP: 35/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: None RP Blurb: 5'6" and looks like this but has a small scar on the side of her face that goes all the way up the side of her cheek to her hairline
