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 Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 6:17 pm
[Enter from battle let's just pretend I remembered to do an enter/exit post before derp derp]
When Jordan returned, he was supporting Ofie, and both of them were bleeding. Ferros hissed anxiously in his mind as he found two empty cots and helped Ofie over to them. "Here," he said. "Sit down. We'll just take a quick rest."
Want to fight, Ferros growled. There was a flicker of thought that Jordan couldn't quite catch, something about feathers, but it was gone before he could focus on it at all.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 6:31 pm
[ entering ]
Ofelia winced as they entered the tent, her steps slower than she wanted and she was leaning entirely too much and too hard on Jordan. He got a word of thanks for his effort though as she moved to sit on the empty cot, and the teen exhaled deeply as she turned to look at her wound. Her hand was completely red with blood since the pressure she tried to apply didn't seem to take hold as well.
A tech came over and started to remove her jacket, actually cutting into the sleeve to take it off, and Ofelia almost protested against the motion except for the fact the tech had scissors and she was still bleeding. The wound wasn't as bad as all the blood made it seem to be and she sighed as the tech told her that her shoulder wouldn't be a loss.
"Thanks....fer bringin' me here. W asn' sure if Ah could make it on mah own." Ofelia had to speak around the tech, doing her best not to talking into their breasts or stomach. Stupid tech trying to help her, she was attempting to talk.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 7:33 pm
[enter] In mayhem of it all, Sherry hadn't gotten too far. Congestion at the portal, confusion when she arrived, decisions about where to go... Ok. Armagnac was certain they should head to what was clearly the battle, and Sherry was just about to do that when two hunters returned. At first glance she didn't think much of it, as they seemed to be sun and well. But the second glance froze her cold. "Ofie!" Sherry couldn't have hid her worry if she'd wanted to. Her friend was covered in blood it just looked back. She ran over, and it took most of her will power to stay out of the techs way and not hug Ofie to death. "Ofie! Are you, are you alright?" The battle had just started, and already her friends were being beat up. Armagnac grumbled something about Sherry being slow.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 8:15 pm
Ofelia looked up as she heard her name, the tech moving away as someone else came over, and the redhead teen grinned at the approaching Sherry. "Hey Cherry." Her voice was weak, she sounded tired, but at least she managed a few words. Her shoulder had been bandaged up but her jacket was at a loss, a sleeve gone. "Looks like Ah'm the one who ruined her jacket first."
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 8:32 pm
Stuff must have been bad out there, cause both of the sun hunters had looked pretty bad. The missing sleeve only made Ofie look worse, though. Sherry managed a smile. "We'll just have to get you a new one! You will be alright, though? How bad is it?" She was talking about the wound. Armagnac was impatient. She wanted to fight, not stand around and fret about wounded hunters. Sherry ignored her. "What happened out there?" Ofie couldn't have been out there that long, and Sherry knew the girl was strong. If she was already back here and in this shape, Sherry wasn't sure she was cut out for whatever lay beyond the base.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 8:52 pm
"Lots'a ponies. If yer headin' out be careful okay?" Ofelia touched the bandage and looked at the blood that was slowly seeping through. she'd gotten treatment in time and that was all that matters but there was a nasty chance the wound would scar. She didn't really need more scars on her already riddled body. "Bastards'll gang up on ya quickly an' there's the halloween kids out there too. Some'a 'em will protect'cha so keep an eye out. Dunno why they are though."
The doll with the cracked face had healed her (even though Ofelia was still a bit squicked out by dolls after the island) and she wondered just why it happened. It wasn't like she hated it, in fact she'd been really grateful for the help, but infighting? It was certainly something worth looking into. "Ya got all yer runics in order? Yer gonna need 'em."
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 9:25 pm
It did sound bad out there. "I'll be careful," Sherry nodded slowly. The fact that halloween folks had followed the horsemen didn't really surprise her. But the idea of them helping the hunters in any way did. Well, not completely. Things had been a bit confusing last time they'd run into each other. Lines had blurred then too, hadn't they? Sherry would have to keep an eye on everything, wouldn't she? One hand absentmindedly reached into her coat to double check her supplies. "Yep. All in order. I have my bandages." That was all she was cleared for. Her gaze shifted towards the direction of the battlefield. "It sounds like it's a good thing I brought them."
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 9:46 pm
For a second everything blurred, changed, for anyone even remotely able to sense Fear.
The air got a little colder, it began to snow, and all around the fog grew tiny little elves, that grabbed a hold of all Hunters and began to pull them forward.
'Come with us!' They insisted, 'Come Home with us!'
In another moment everyone was gone. OOC - ALL PLAYERS ARE TEMP WHISKED AWAY TO THE BATTLEFIELD HERE- If you are Kat or Ryan you only have 30 HP. You can only melee attack with 2d6 - Cooldown has reset/ HP is recovered for those recovering!
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 9:48 pm
"Yer gonna be fine. It took four horsemen ta do this two me, so Ah think ya should be able ta fight 'em off." Ofelia winked at Sherry and motioned for the girl to come closer. "If it makes ya feel better Ah took down three'a 'em b'for the fourth one got me so." She pressed her forehead against Sherry's in an attempt to get the girl to calm down. "The others are out there, just look fer them okay? An' if ya get scared or hurt come back here an' Ah'll be waitin' till they release me. then we'll go out tagether an' smash some heads, okay?"
One of the techs looked at Ofelia as she was talking and shrugged. "You can actually go back now, the runic bandage has done it's thing. Actually, we'd prefer if you got the hell out, okay?" Such was the wonderful kind nature of the hunters in charge and Ofelia got to her feet.
"Whelp, ya heard the guys? Shall we head out? Jordan, Ah'll see ya out there - thanks again fer savin' me." Her jacket was pulled on, the one sleeve still gone, and the green hoodie she wore was soaked in blood still. It was a shame, she didn't know who it belonged to, but now she'd claimed it as her own. "Let's roll, Sherry - we gotta kick some a**."
Or...that's what she would have said if she wasn't suddenly just pulled away. Grabbing onto Sherry's hand she braced herself for what was to come.
[ forced exit ]
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 9:54 pm
Ofie's attempt to comfort the girl worked. Three horsemen? Ofelia was a force to be reckoned with.
There was a hint of respect in Armagnac's voice. She'd like the way Ofie had handled their spar, and this only helped to improve her standing the weapon's eyes.
Not that Sherry needed Armagnac's comments. She'd already decided Ofie was someone she could look up to. "Sounds good." Yep. Sherry could handle the battle field. Of course she could.
Sherry was aware of the tech interjecting, and she was about to say something when things started to change. Was that Fear? And the fog...She felt Ofelia's hand, and then they were gone.
[EXIT]
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 10:40 pm
In the end, it was something more mundane that separated him and Rep. Not any kind of magic. No s**t weirder than a Lifer who recognized him from his work in the infirmary and outranked him.
"Hughes! Get over here! I need a respiratory tube, don't come back until you've got one, this whole place is a wreck," the Lifer's steely eyes focused on his own gloved hands, soaked in blood, holding together somebody's throat.
"Yes sir," Harrison said, short but strained, his hand brushed Rep's arm once, "it's just gonna be a second,"
But the second turned into a third and fourth, one urgent task after another. The area was quickly being stocked with the dead and dying, dragged back broken, trampled, crippled... Harrison looked up and realized he didn't know where Rep was. Didn't have the time to find out. And not-too-distant he could hear screams and battlecries, the occasional bark of gunfire. He was supposed to be out there.
He was supposed to be with Rep.
He managed some hasty, ragged stitches in frustration. He wasn't a champion sewer, but whatever got the wound closed up. "Goddamn," he said, near hoarse, "goddamn goddamn," he punched through the skin, and the guy he was sewing seized under his hands, "Sorry," he said, correcting and tying the medical thread off in one short motion.
He kept looking up at the tent flap. He could hear snippets of commentary- That one's a loss. Put him with the others. We don't have time. She'll live. We need to cauterize the wound.
But he didn't expect to see a flash of soft, familiar hair clumped with blood. The thread and needle (through with them) clattered into a tray, and he was at Jordan's side in a heartbeat, popping a box of supplies open on the cot, searching with his hands over the broken skin, "Hold still. I got it," as he found the worst of the injuries and did what he could to wrap them. He looked in Jordan's eyes only after he'd stalled the bleeding, searching them- Jordan and the Horsemen had personal business. He didn't like him in their hands again.
"You okay-?" he started, when his vision changed.
Like the start of a headache. The temperature of the whole room dropped, and...Harrison looked at his arm. A snowflake landed there, then melted.
For an irrational moment, he thought Santa was gonna help them, even if it wasn't Christmas, that he wouldn't let-
Something else had his arm. Something cold. Something awful. He didn't think elf. He thought demon. "Back- back the ******** off," he said, kicking one, and backing tight against the cot, where Jordan was. His hand gripped Jordan's wrist, and his other held out B0nez's shorter blade menacingly-
everything changed again.
[exit]
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 3:49 am
The bleeding had slowed, but the bandages were soaked; Ferros was quiet, his attention focused on healing the deep claw wounds and making sure that nothing important in Jordan's arm had been seriously damaged. Jordan sat quietly, eyes half-closed; until the bandages and Ferros were done with him, the best thing he could do was stay out of the techs' way and let himself heal. He lifted his uninjured hand in response to Ofie, acknowledging the thank-you. Harrison's voice surprised him out of it, and he looked up to worried grey eyes, briskly efficient hands wrapping his arm. "I'm okay, we got the freak pretty good - " he started to reply. Cold, like the smell of snow up in the mountains, and little cold hands grabbing at both of them. Ferros snarled and flared heat. Things shifted all around them, and Jordan only had time to think tiredly, again?[EXIT]
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 6:58 am
The chill seeped right through to her, teeth clattering, body shaking. From what she could see, two paths were readied to be travled on. Both had been trampled by footprints, both seemed to pull at her instinctively.
But for the trainee, as her head tilted to meet with a glow in the distance; the choice was suddenly made clear.
To the fire...
Blythe was reeling inside of her head, Fear so close at hand. Even as subtle as it was, the sickles were able to sense it. They hungered for it.
Come with his.
Minerva gripped both handles tightly. Even then the echo of Blythe's starved groans seemed to dissipate.
Come home with us.
A single breath that caught in her throat was taken before the world began to spin. In a flash, she was gone.
[enter/exit]
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 9:46 am
[entering] As Herryk broke through the treeline, he paused. The portal was glowing, dull in comparison to the blinding orange sky. He inhaled - not to draw breath, but to cleanse his mind of the scents of blood and battle. He would make it through the portal, and from there he would wreak havoc in the land of humans. Though it wasn't rational, didn't make sense - to Herryk, it did. He couldn't trust Medea, couldn't trust the horsemen. Was this place a trance? Was he in a dream? Or was it reality? Was he in the human world, here and now? Or was he in another place altogether? She had done this to him. Medea. He blamed her, utterly and completely, for showing him things that he hadn't been made to see. Before this battle, he hadn't been sure about what had happened, who to blame. It was clear to him now. He would have been better off not taking part in that vision, that trance. The blood, the destruction, the death. The weight of a weapon as he held it in his hand. He hadn't been ready to experience the trance, and his life since then had been filled with doubt and hurt peppered with small moments of clarity, minuscule and fleeting seconds where he could almost forget. Almost. In the end, he hadn't been able to work through his problems. In the end, he'd lost everything that had meant anything to him. He'd mutilated his best friend. Murdered his beloved - even when she was no longer his, he was responsible for her dissipation in his room, clutched in his hands. He had one choice. One escape from everything. There weren't many hunters milling around the portal. A few were moving things around before they stepped in - and it was at that point that Herryk moved forward, slowly, but with purpose in his step.
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 11:50 am
It didn't take long for him to reach the portal. Herryk fiddled with the small pouch he wore at his belt, reaching in to pull the pendant free. He scraped his thumb along the surface.
One more step. One more step to freedom from the constant torment, the endless hunger, the insatiable rage, the agonizing unrest.
He took it.
Aside from the brief moment of complete immobility, nothing happened.
Nothing happened.
It took the draugr a moment to realize that he was not going through the portal at all - there was some sort of barrier that prevented the action. He was able to wrench away, his entire body swelling in size. He couldn't get through. He was stuck here, stuck forever, unrest, unrest, rage, anger, hate hate hate.
With an unholy, bestial bellow, the draugr launched himself at the mechanical aspects of the portal itself.
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