Name: Mot O'Boyle Faction: Halloween / Reaper HP: 30/50 Fear: 100% Insanity: 15% Visual Reference:Mot Inventory: A half of a pumpkin pill, half-dissolved. Useless.
Mot kept going leaving Bix to fend for himself or die. Whatever happened to him was fine. Mot didn't care. His feelings were hurt. His core hurt. Bix made him question himself even though his words should not have held any sway.
What met him was a hunters camp. Mot was attacked immediately, he yelped, running back through the fog and trying to find another place to hide. Anywhere but more hunters. It made him ill to see their coats, their lights. This whole situation made him want to curl up and...
"I want to go home.." Mot murmured to himself as he slowed down, miserable and depressed.
That's when the scenery changed. It looked like Fright Night, but various aspects of it were way off. The figure that approached him, speaking strangely and holding his friends almost hostage. It all seemed surreal. The fog was playing with him. Why would everyone be gathered, and why of all people would Mot be the center of it? He looked to the figure who looked like Lizzy, but she wouldn't meet his eyes.
"I didn't take anything from you. I do not even know you." Mot growled.
Bix could feel the Insanity seeping in only a bit. Suddenly there was a carnival around, black and white and shifty all over. His paranoia was hitting it's peak when he saw Mot standing in front of a weapon weilding figure. He took a minute to study it, finding only an impression of respect. He had to play his cards right with this thing.
Bix cast a glance as Mot disputed the theft but Bix wasn't going to put himself on it's bad side so quickly. Leave that to cowboil. He shifted warily, worried about the figures in the background. He didn't know what was stolen but he was sure he didn't do it, still he didn't want to cross this figure.... not to it's face anyway.
"I uh.. well sure. I don't to fight you about it. Lemme go get it though.." Bix stepped back. Perhaps he could run... check out that other light...
Mot narrowed his eyes in the fog. Bix was here too... Figured. "I found your Hunter Camp not too far back. Why don't you just go make merry with your comrades." Mot snarled at Bix, noting his poor excuse to run away. If he left, Mot would be alone.
But for Mot, his words had angered the figure. He gasped and raised his hands to block the attack.
White.. then the shapes were gone. Mot lowered his hands, but found he was now kneeling, and something under his resting palms was wet. Sticky.
Was this blood?
Halloween could bleed, yes, but he'd never imagine it to be so profuse. Had Hel bled so much when she lost her wings? Mot couldn't see who was there. Was it the Hunter? He could leave him.. let him die.
Mot shook his head. He'd become something terrible if he did such a thing. "Hang in there, alright?" Mot held one hand to the horrid wound, and yanked off his poncho from his belt. "Hang in there..." He assured over and over, tearing off some of the fabric with his teeth. If this was a hunter, he'd learned how to help them from his Deth training, after all.
Still applying pressure, he began trying to wrap up the injury.
"Found some horsemen too. Looks like we went the wrong direction.." Bix kept his cool with Mot, as best hecould under the circumstances. The paranoia was eating away at him. Was this even Mot? Was this just the fog? Was he just insane?
Given his chance he ran and ran and ran. The mist swirled and the direction he was headed in became lost. Was he going in a circle? Mina's gem's glowed and the mist played tricks on his eyes. He swung her blades, trying to cut through the thick white blanket.
And suddenly he was on his knees. Blood. So much blood.Who was this? What was going on? Had he done this? "H-Hold on!"
Bix wasn't a medic, where was Ceres when he needed her? He had bandages but... so much blood. If he moved his hands to get them it would just be too much. The paranoia continued to eat at him.
It had to be his fault... right? Slicing through the fog... he'd done this. This was his fault! The figure gasped and gargled and Bix was sweating, panicking. He couldn't do this... HE COULDN'T SAVE THEM. He couldonly save himself.. he and Mina had to stay alive..
"I'm sorry.." Bix's eyes burned, tears of fear and panic threatening to brim over. "I.. can't save you." As he pulled back the blood started to gush. "I'm sorry. It's all my fault."
A single arrow pierced the figure's throat. He'd ended it for them.
Had it been Bix? As the fog cleared, it had indeed been a hunter. They died, despite his efforts. But..
Were they his best efforts? Maybe deep down he wanted him to die. He'd been so furious with Bix. Mot felt disgusted with himself. He truly had wanted him to die. What was he becoming? He used to care about people, but lately all he did was rely on others to pat his back and quell his worries.
He could not save anyone.
He was corrupt. He was selfish.
A true monster.
Mindless.
Cruel.
The reaper grabbed his hair and groaned, curling into himself with blood soaked clothing. He was just a byproduct and he took out his rage on a real human. He was supposed to be helping humans....
What had he done?
Another entity came from the fog. This one black as ink. Her scent was warm, comforting. But the things she said and did made his stomach clench again. Why did she need him for this? What was even happening?
He saw a black form, fluffy and cute, staring at him pleadingly. Was.. it FooFoo? Or a foxfire similar.. at this point Mot's mind was panicking at every turn. He grabbed the creature in hopes of saving it.
The fog swirled away for only a moment, a rushing breath of cool air that widened Bix's eyes. The body was an enemy, some unnamed horseperson with ribs and feathers and clawed hands. Bix felt a rush of success, a smile tainting his features as he realized he hadn't harmed a friend. It was a bit of a rush, ending the monster's life. Mina hummed appreciatively.
He was covered in blood but the albino didn't seem to care as much since he knew it belonged to the enemy. The paranoia began to creep again, making him look for others. If there was one horseman, were there more?
Then the fog was crushing and pressing and even the sound of his breathing was dulled. It shifted and moved and formed...
"Julie?" He knew it wasn't her. He knew it but...
Bix mindlessly took the beaker from the tray and offered it to her to use. It just seemed like the easiest thing to grab while in shock. "Julie? It's Bix.. ah.. Sir Bix.." He shook his head. "Tony."
Julie just laughed at him but Bix felt no malice. Standing in the fog covered in blood, chilly and paranoid, the albino seemed shocked enough to stand silently and watch the shadow of her work.
"I think that was the last of the -. Well, at least we'll be putting it to good use. I hope you like it too! Here, try some now."
Bix took it from her and found himself smiling a bit as a warmth washed up his arm from the contact. Generally it was a rule not to eat or drink anything that was given to you in a situation such as this but Bix was not exactly himself right now. As he sipped the fluid he was flooded with warmth, light seemed to pierce the fog for just a moment, and just for a second it was really her. Julie was there, smiling and laughing and wearing the hair clip he gave her.
"Thanks Julie.." Bix grinned and then as fast as it came, it was gone. The fog swirled and the shadowy figure in the phantom kitchen disappeared. Bix was left covered in blood standing and holding nothing but his bow. Strangely... he felt better. "Bye.."
Bix turned after a long moment of contemplation. Somehow he felt better about everything, better about Julie. It may have been the fog or Insanity, but somehow he felt more closure now. For once he wasn't aching with loss, salt pressed into a wound he couldn't heal. It was only a few steps with his head down before Bix bumped into a door.
"A door?" Bix tried to circle around it but the door just hovered in front of him. It seemed the only option was to go through.
His hand reached for the knob and as he did so he felt gloved fingers crawl carefully up to his elbow. It wasn't malicious or creepy and somehow he already knew who it was. Another arm circled around his waist in a caring hug. Bix stalled his hand and sagged under the embrace.
"Don't go. Please." Ceres voice was muffled, he felt her face pressed into his back. Bix rested his arm on top of hers around his waist. For some reason he didn't question her sudden appearance at all. "There's still another way. You don't have to do this!"
Bix wanted to turn, to hug her and tell her he wouldn't go, but he couldn't. His eyes were glued to the door, to the knob. Despite her hugging embrace, the albino simply shook his head and in the back of his mind he knew this couldn't be her. The real Ceres would simply offer to go through the door with him. She punch him in the arm for assuming he should go alone. She'd be unable to leave the door as it was, too curious.
"I am going. Someone has to." And the real Ceres would know that was the truth and she'd go with him, always pressing forward. She pushed him to do more for himself, for others. His true friend would never try to hold him back.
(Aaand Now im entering and playing catch up XD Just read i need to roll dice for my first post so, maybe the next posts will be the long one @_@ Depending on what it tells me to do. )
Why can these missions never be easy. A simple mission in the golems, checking out the halloween festivities... it really never was that simple.
She did not recall much, maybe she fell down and hit her head lightly along the way? She knew the animated golem she had been placed in took some getting used to back then, but now she seemed to be in her own flesh. Somehow transported to this place, this place of mist and nothing. It felt like she was in a room...but was she? Was this solid place real or was it the fog closing in and swirling around her body that chose to confuse her? Maybe it was her own insecurities with tight closed spaces eating at her, either way she knew if someone was watching they would be able to taste her fear as if palpable. Her eyes were dilated and wide, her arms tucked close into her body. Where had everyone gone? She was surrounded by people... a fight even? Then suddenly this land of nothing.
Why was there a feeling of guilt deep within her gut? What was there to be guilty for? Had somehting happened? Was that why she was alone? The swirling masses only confirmed that she was inside some pit of the insanity, but she was fairly certain she was not on their island. Was she asleep?
A crunch of something under her feet was such a random noise out of no where, and in her already skittish state it was enough to make her leap back with a squeak. Clamping her mouth shut, that one noise was enough to bring Ceres back from her abyss of a mind and to reality. They were in a mission still...right? Clearly there was some reason she was here, and she needed to find out why.
She looked around for the object that she had originally stepped on, but apparently she lost sight of where it was.
Frowning a few times at the items she found, some useless...some strange... she shrugged and placed all three objects inside her pouch. She could tell that the bandages were used already for their healing qualities... but she chose to keep them anyways.
The whole time during her search she could not help but check her phone, which oddly seemed to be working in the mist? Minutes would tick past... she wondered if anyone would even try and text her in this mess?
Should SHE try and text anyone?
This all felt so real, too real, and the eerily silence was really starting to eat at her.
Then out of the corner of her eyes.... there was a light? Turning towards it, she could feel the warm light as if it was inviting her? It felt nice really, the warmth was almost seeping into her bones... Should she go? As she turned though, there was something else a little further away as well. Another light, this one chilly and unyielding. The yang to the warms yin, but it was just as tempting. While the warm light felt nice... and cold felt comforting.
Shaking her head, she decided the mist MUST be playing tricks on her... and there had to be another way, or another light. She went searching and found her answer, another light. What was the old saying.... Three times the charm?
Takeru soon was roaring through her mind, telling her NO DO- Only it came too late. The barrier ripped towards her, flung her away. With a roaring sensation in her ears, and not as much skip in her step, the woman quickly retreated away from that light.
Clearly she chose wrong...
Just as she was about to continue her search though, with a gust of wind and a movement around herself, closing her eyes for just the briefest second, she opened them onto a almost familiar sight. Her heart leapt for a second, looking down at herself to see if she was back within a golem... only to be met with disappointment.
Approaching the tents and booths slowly, the mist tickling at her legs, parting briefly as she moved through the stands. A hand hovering here and there over an object, only to have whatever she tried to grab vanish, and return once she moved on. Still though she idly ran her fingers along the booths as she moved, a reassurance that indeed this world of monotones was indeed NOT real.
Had something actually touched her hand while this, she might have jumped.
She was not certain how much time passed really... her cellphone suddenly gone from her thoughts, more worried about finding a way out really. Turning a head around, thinking she heard something... she noticed a rather clustered patch of thicker fog and... yes. Music, or rather a lullaby? It felt... beautiful. What came a moment later though, was least of all comforting. A figure, no, multiple figures appeared.
"What are you fighting for?"
She jumped backwards, startled by its reaction. If the being thought that it was at all funny, it did not know. Only gave her a knowing look, not super comfortable. She chose not to answer that question... was the sit playing tricks on her?
"Is it power? Is it for them?"
Them? A sweep of the creatures arm, followed by the soothing sounds increasing in pitch revealed more shadowy figures. Power for...them? She wanted to know who they were... so she, while listening with half attention, focused only on the figures behind the main one. With a jolt, and a involuntary step forward, she realized just who was behind them. "...G-guys?" Standing behind was a mix of familiar faces. Kat, Ryan, Otto, Candace, Rolo, Dakota... the list went on, some looked sad, others afraid... some even pissed. She should have realized something was wrong when Otto, the king of cranky, looked like he was scared of her...
No wait, there was one more. This one though... he came in the clearest, but for some reason he was towards the back of the small crowd. This one caused her to reach a hand out, and take another step forward. His short white hair meshing in with the colors of this world even more, making him appear even more a part than anyone. She guessed the same could be said of her, with her raven black to his white... but his expression was that ate at her.
Her best friend refused to look at her. "Bi-Bix? Whats going on?" She asked the figure, only to see he was still looking away... concentrating on something else even more intently. "Look at me!" She demanded a second, her usual tone coming in with a bit more force than usual. Almost as if it was pleading really.
They looked so real, she wanted to reach out and touch them all, save them all. Though it felt as if the closer she approached,t he further they all drew away. "S-stop. Leave them alone, dont take them.. you cant have them. T-Take me, take me." Tears glittered at the corners of her eyes. Her precious friends, the only family that she was granted herself to have. The only family she was ALLOWED to have. This mist had them, took them all. Maybe it was the insanity effecting her mind, maybe this was all real. Either way, anyone whom knew her... knew she would always sacrifice herself before asking anyone else to suffer. "Take me.." She repeated, flicking her sea foam green eyes up once more to stare. "Please..." Her own desperation in her voice must have been enough, because with a nod of the weaponed creatures head one of the figures stepped forward, if she had to guess it was someone from behind the pack.
Either way, she felt herself give a rueful smile as they grew closer, she stretched her hand out towards them shakily. Had she saved one? Was this... it?
She embraced the warm of the white light that soon followed.
Name: Ceres Kentley Faction: Hunter / Intermediate HP: 35/50 Fear: 95% Insanity: 25% Visual Reference:Sup Inventory: Horseman Vial, A used roll of runic bandages. Useless, Corrupted Pumpkin Pill
Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 12:32 pm
Was it seconds... minutes? Days, hours? How much time really had passed?
Who had she saved?
What.. What was currently under her hands? Her eyes unclouded with white, she blinked, discovered two things. First of all was the lack of any sort of shadowy figures, the second... was a sensation that was not familiar, but it still caused her to panic. Something, she was pressing down on something. A warmth was seeping between her fingers, something sticky and just a bit thicker than water. Her nose is suddenly met with a faint metallic scent, only confirming what she had already suspected.
Without a moments thought, she soon pressed her hands even more firmly against the wound. Her gloves she suspected were no longer white, but tinged the same red blood she knew was seeping between her fingers. Her medical training, or slight training, was screaming at her that this eneeded to be stopped. She was not thinking clearly, she could not even see clearly. Only two things were running through her mind as she worked on whatever it was. The last thing she saw was a friend walking towards her, had the weaponed person struck them down and left them to die?
Either way she knew anyone looking would have found a determined look on her face, her stubborn healer hands trying to desperately to stop this wound. So much blood.. too much. She could not stop it, she had no healing items... she had non eof her supplies, and a bandaid was sure as hell not going to stop this. Crying out in frustration she found herself pressing harder, as a choked voice answered.
"Thank you..."
It was unfamiliar.
With a last strained breath, she felt the body under her hands grow still and lifeless.
She lifted her now bloody and sticky hands away slowly, looking down awkwardly at the lifeless form of a enemy. It was a small child... a small halloween child. They looked so close to human it was sickening, the only things making them different was a faint glistening of scales along the boys arm. Turning her hands around, she stared down and actually found her hands not stained red... but blue. No... a blue green, very similar to her own eye color. The blood had felt the same... but no, it most definitely was not. Leaning back on her legs, Ceres put her head down, and placed her blue stained palms against the white ground. She made a soft noise, something akin to a whimper but close more to a sob.
Name: Ceres Kentley Faction: Hunter / Intermediate HP: 35/50 Fear: 95% Insanity: 50% Visual Reference:Sup Inventory: Horseman Vial, A used roll of runic bandages. Useless, Corrupted Pumpkin Pill
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Some time later she wandered away from the corpse with the blue palmprints next to the body. In the bakc of her mind something was screaming at her that they dont die... only reform, but she was not listening at this point.
Following her senses, of smell in this case, she soon found herself inside a way too familiar setting with a voice she once knew. It tugged at the back of her memory as well, telling her hey... you know this person. Her body though was acting before her mind, driving her forward first.
Why did she sound so familiar?
The voice continued on, telling her to choose something while also continuing on about other things. Something black and thick glopped off whatever sharp object she was using and landed with a splatter to the floor.
"Choose? Okay..."
Not even thinking she randomly picked up something that seemed familiar, a fish like object. SHe was ok with seafood... this fish did not remind her of anything she knew from her world, but hey fish was fish right?
Julie smiled and placed the fish in the oven, and the smells from the kitchen suddenly made her feel happy. It started from within herself, and soon spread out and for a brief moment, she could have sworn the blackened figure was replaced by that of a women she used to know. She had a familiar rainbow apron on, rainbow hearts... colors and her own quirky, familiar, smile. Someone that brought a smile to her lips, and a nod. "Thank you julie." Both for helping her... and for not poisoning her in the process.
Right?
It was not long after she left the kitchen, the smells still lingering around her, that she soon found herself staring down a door. She had almost run in to it, but stopped just a brief moment before. Turning her head, she knocked on it lightly, peeked around the side... the door remained, the door followed, and no one answered. What was behind this door? What was calling to her?
Reaching a hand out, she meant to grasp for the door knob, to have a faint brush against her hand, and a pulling sensation as she turned herself around to face her follower. It brought a smile to her lips, as she realized who it was.
Apparently her earlier sacrifice... had released the one she held dearest from the weaponed ones hold, and he was now looking her in the eyes. His hand was grasping hers firmly, his second clasped over them as well. "Don't go." The voice was almost a whisper, the look of pleading in his eyes shining deep into her own. "Please." This word was louder, more direct, she bit her lip in response. Why else... why else would Bix want her to stay? He would never stray her wrong, so why else? "There's still another way. You don't have to do this!" Do what, Open the door...? Was something behind it that he was trying to protect her from? Them from? She had freed him earlier from the others hold, what else was there to be afraid of? This world held no bonds for him... and she would not stay here if she could help it, no... she would not let THEM stay here.
"Come with me, we can see whats on the other side together." She could not leave him here. With her free hand, she reached out for the door once more.
Marushii
HAVE A DIFFERENT ANSWER >.>;
Name: Ceres Kentley Faction: Hunter / Intermediate HP: 50/50 Fear: 95% Insanity: 50% Visual Reference:Sup Inventory: Horseman Vial, A used roll of runic bandages. Useless, Corrupted Pumpkin Pill
Mot stared in horror as the figure baked the wriggling ball of fur. No.. No she was killing FooFoo! His beloved pet. He couldn't move, he could hear the shrikes inside soon ebb into twisted silence. Smoke puffed and the terrible burnt smell permeated the air.
Everything flashed into white.
Mot awoke slowly, an eerie whisper plaguing his mind. "You ate me... you ate me... ate me... ate me..."
"NO!!!" Mot collapsed, holding his stomach and retching. Sadness and disgust made his body revolt and spasm, sobs became horrid dry heaves.
It took so long for it all to numb enough to cope. His tear filled eyes lifted to see a door ahead.
The door felt solid. Solid and foreboding. An impending end. Maybe that was a good thing though..
"Wait!"
Lizzy?
The pink haired demoness tugged on one of his sleeves. "Don't go, Mot! There is always another way!"
Another tug on the opposite arm. Hel.
"Hey! What are you doing?! Do not be a quitter, Motty! Always looking for an easy fix, yeah? That will not bring you peace."
The ghouls tugged and tugged, effectively keeping him from moving anywhere. Mot made no move to follow either ghoul. Made no attempt to try the door. Mot did nothing at all.
Bix felt the fake Ceres' arms slowly drop away from him. His form slid forward, away from her, and finally his hand squeezed the knob and opened it. Bix didn't even bother glancing backwards. Something suddenly surged a moment, an uncontrollable thought that maybe this was just some trap, some horrible mistake.
It didn't stop him. He'd made his choice and stepped through the doorway.
Some time later she wandered away from the corpse with the blue palmprints next to the body. In the bakc of her mind something was screaming at her that they dont die... only reform, but she was not listening at this point.
Following her senses, of smell in this case, she soon found herself inside a way too familiar setting with a voice she once knew. It tugged at the back of her memory as well, telling her hey... you know this person. Her body though was acting before her mind, driving her forward first.
Why did she sound so familiar?
The voice continued on, telling her to choose something while also continuing on about other things. Something black and thick glopped off whatever sharp object she was using and landed with a splatter to the floor.
"Choose? Okay..."
Not even thinking she randomly picked up something that seemed familiar, a fish like object. SHe was ok with seafood... this fish did not remind her of anything she knew from her world, but hey fish was fish right?
Julie smiled and placed the fish in the oven, and the smells from the kitchen suddenly made her feel happy. It started from within herself, and soon spread out and for a brief moment, she could have sworn the blackened figure was replaced by that of a women she used to know. She had a familiar rainbow apron on, rainbow hearts... colors and her own quirky, familiar, smile. Someone that brought a smile to her lips, and a nod. "Thank you julie." Both for helping her... and for not poisoning her in the process.
Right?
It was not long after she left the kitchen, the smells still lingering around her, that she soon found herself staring down a door. She had almost run in to it, but stopped just a brief moment before. Turning her head, she knocked on it lightly, peeked around the side... the door remained, the door followed, and no one answered. What was behind this door? What was calling to her?
Reaching a hand out, she meant to grasp for the door knob, to have a faint brush against her hand, and a pulling sensation as she turned herself around to face her follower. It brought a smile to her lips, as she realized who it was.
Apparently her earlier sacrifice... had released the one she held dearest from the weaponed ones hold, and he was now looking her in the eyes. His hand was grasping hers firmly, his second clasped over them as well. "Don't go." The voice was almost a whisper, the look of pleading in his eyes shining deep into her own. "Please." This word was louder, more direct, she bit her lip in response. Why else... why else would Bix want her to stay? He would never stray her wrong, so why else? "There's still another way. You don't have to do this!" Do what, Open the door...? Was something behind it that he was trying to protect her from? Them from? She had freed him earlier from the others hold, what else was there to be afraid of? This world held no bonds for him... and she would not stay here if she could help it, no... she would not let THEM stay here.
"Come with me, we can see whats on the other side together." She could not leave him here. With her free hand, she reached out for the door once more.
Marushii
HAVE A DIFFERENT ANSWER >.>;
Name: Ceres Kentley Faction: Hunter / Intermediate HP: 50/50 Fear: 95% Insanity: 50% Visual Reference:Sup Inventory: Horseman Vial, A used roll of runic bandages. Useless, Corrupted Pumpkin Pill
The figure gestured for Ceres to lead. She could hear footsteps behind her, and yet as soon as she opened the door and stepped through --
Gripping the hand a little tighter, she still felt a voice in the back of her mind that told her this was 'wrong.' Something was different, but the insanity in her mind was clearly enough to tell the flip side. Even as the hand vanished as she stepped through the door, she still felt as if everything was alright.
She will be fine, Bix would be fine... he was with her still, right?
EXIT
Name: Ceres Kentley Faction: Hunter / Intermediate HP: 50/50 Fear: 100% Insanity: 50% Visual Reference:Sup Inventory: Horseman Vial, A used roll of runic bandages. Useless, Corrupted Pumpkin Pill
