He had followed Kammy to the rest, desperate not to be left alone. Not again.
Then he heard a familiar voice.
“Don't listen,” he insisted, “That is not Corey. Austin and Harvard are safe, I saw them earlier.” Did he? His expression was uncertain as he turned towards the rest.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 45/100 map pieces: 2/5 Character's name: Prof. Peter Kim Character's faction: University Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: Peter KimView Jersey Number: 19 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER a slightly haggard looking middle-aged man. Grey-haired, perpetually sighing and cleaning his dusty spectacles
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 8:29 pm
_________"He lies."
"He lies."
"He lies."_________
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 8:41 pm
Cecil could feel his nerves getting the better of him, the itch along his skin suddenly driving him mad. "Corey? Where are you?" Was it Corey? Or was it another one of those horrible creatures like he had seen.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a new screaming voice, his body tense the moment Rorrow wrapped his arms around him. "R-Rorrow?" He held his hands aloft a moment before he finally patting the smaller man on the head remembering his brother's advice. "I...I don't know but I hear her. Maybe she's in trouble."
Kammy was calling out to her too though the words Corey's voice uttered had him on edge. Were Austin and Harvard in danger?
"Where-" Professor Kim spoke up then and Cecil turned his attention to him. "Professor?" His warning only brought more confusion. What was real and what wasn't?
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 8:44 pm
Then he saw it, the figure of Corey in the distance. There were no glowing green eyes or teeth on her, just plain old Corey.
But he saw-
“No, NO! You're not real,” he exclaimed, drawing a knife out from his pocket and slashing at the air.
“I'm not crazy,” he pleaded with the rest, staring at Kammy in particular, “You saw, you saw how she was! That isn't Caroline either!”
((Hallucinating))
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 8:51 pm
"I'm here."
"Here."________________
______"Right here."
The creature that used to be Corey materialized from the shadows. Teeth snapped, irises darted this way and that, looking at any and everything around her, all while emitting a bright green glow. As she appeared, the tension in the air changed; she radiated panic and anxiety. Every word was punctuated with it. Every motion was jittery and disconnected.
"Safe - "__________
__________________"I need to keep everyone safe."
She let out an anxious wail while a hand raised, mouth opening to reveal the grinning saw of teeth along her palm; she took a swipe at Peter, the last person to doubt her.
WORLD BOSS ENCOUNTER
HP: 34/50 AUTO DAMAGE: 5 per attack Special Effect: At first glance, this Boss looks familiar…but then you notice the eyes. Numerous green eyes open and close along it's form, appearing at any angle. Shark-toothed cheshire grins split from no where and disappear as if they never existed. It seems to be looking for something… Escape Mechanics: Once this Boss has taken 8 damage, it will flee on its own.
He looked around...hair free flowing...body shaking...in other words...he looked a wreck. Rorrow giggled nervously then paused...Cecil patted his head. He felt it and instantly his body took a deep breath. He calmed somewhat before smiling at Cecil.
"Thanks." then he jumped as Corey...oh god...was that her? "Corey...what happened to you?" He muttered. Then he saw Micah again...oh no..."Micah...go away...your not here...go away..." he whimpered. Then shut his eyes tightly...
[ 41 - 60 ] Your paranoia has peaked. You feel terrified, alone, but you also feel the anger of being left alone. You begin to sweat, building a light fever and nausea. You sometimes pause mid-conversation entirely as in front of you sometimes appear people familiar to you, talking to you instead (if you are at this stage, you must consistently roll 1d10 per non-battle post you make, and if you roll 1-3 you begin to hallucinate). Character's name: Rorrow Graves Character's faction: Univeristy Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Rorrow Graves #26 View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6', Slender Build/Bookworm, Really good at kicking if need be. Long chesnut hair, kept in twin tails at most times. Green eyes, glasses as he has a slight depth issue. Always has a messenger bag with him. Jersey Number: 11
"You kinda just did... In case you'd already forgotten." Cecil got in another snark of a response. "I am calm... Kammy is the one who needs to calm down."
Corey's voice echoed through the foyer again. Just as off. It made the back of her hair stand on end. She shivered, and was actually unsure if it was all nerves or if the fever was partly to blame.
Before, Kammy's words were confusing but tolerable. Now she sneered at the girl as she shouted out for Corey. Why couldn't she just shut up for once?
Rorrow appeared then, shouting as well and Hitsu actually covered her ears at the reverberation of the sound. It didn't hurt but she just felt like she couldn't stand it. He hugged her and she wriggled against his grasp and roughly shoved him away.
"If you two don't keep it down you're going to get us all mobbed!"
She looked up as Peter arrived, brows furrowed. "If it's not Corey, who--?"
Oh.
"Goddammit."
She reached down for the bottle she'd dropped, huffing a deep sigh of frustration and fatigue. All she wanted was for this to be over.
Character's Name: Hitsuzen Vang Character's Faction: University (Jersey 27) Character's Journal Link:Here Character's Survival Stats: Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Reference here.
It appeared, the monster that was Not Corey. He wasn't crazy, not crazy...
Hissing sharply as its claws were dragged across his chest, the man took a quick stab at the creature with the knife in his hand, just barely scratching it.
“You see...You see it right? That's not Corey, it's just something … else...” Panic set onto his face as he scrambled to his feet. “We need to find the rest...” he muttered under his breath, now ragged with the injuries sustained.
weapon: Knife (2d4-2) DMG: 2 Boss HP: 32 HP: 33/50
"I..." He looked back to Hitsu shaking his head. No...no that hadn't been him. "Its wasn't me, Hitsu." This place was getting to her, she looked bad and Rorrow looked no better. Was Peter alright? Cecil couldn't rightly tell.
At the moment he needed to focus on one thing. Corey. As she appeared out of the shadows his heart sank. Denial, he had been holding firmly to it but it was slipping. This wasn't the first apparition of a friend he had seen but somehow this hurt worse. He had tried to help her and now...
"W-we just need." He swallowed hard unable to get his words out, turning the blade in his hand out of nerves. There was no time to think now, he could only act.
Damage: 3 Boss HP: 29
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Name:Cecil Halvorson Faction: District 1 (University) Journal :Here Character's stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION: Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference Status:Oh God what is going on. Currently bloodied and bandaged but able to move around okay. Bandages around the torso to cover three wounds as well as bandages on his right arm. Weapon: Knife 2d4 -2 [ Infection Rate ]: 20/100 [HP:] 30/50 [Map:] 5/5
As much as he adored Corey, as much as he loved her friendship...he looked down at the knife he picked up in the Casino. He had to help her back to herself... "Corey...I'm sorry..." he whimpered as he acted. He then panted as he withdrew to look over at the others...he was so scared the Undying were coming.
"Sorry Hitsu...fo-for yelling earlier..." he said while looking down at the ground. He was completely meek...
[ 41 - 60 ] Your paranoia has peaked. You feel terrified, alone, but you also feel the anger of being left alone. You begin to sweat, building a light fever and nausea. You sometimes pause mid-conversation entirely as in front of you sometimes appear people familiar to you, talking to you instead (if you are at this stage, you must consistently roll 1d10 per non-battle post you make, and if you roll 1-3 you begin to hallucinate). Character's name: Rorrow Graves Character's faction: Univeristy Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Rorrow Graves #26 View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6', Slender Build/Bookworm, Really good at kicking if need be. Long chesnut hair, kept in twin tails at most times. Green eyes, glasses as he has a slight depth issue. Always has a messenger bag with him. Jersey Number: 11
Ohhh...s**t there where too many eyes. Way, way too many eyes.
"I NEED A TANK! CECIL TANKKK PRETTY PLEASE - HOLY - KEEP THE EYES AWAY she shouted, waving the net around like a spastic.
"SOMEONE DO A CONSTITUTIONAL CHECK ON THAT s**t."
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Character's name: Jenna Kamryn Character's faction: University Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Kammy has dark brown hair with blonde highlights, teal eyes, and is leaning on the side of short. Infection rate: 35/100 HP: 35
_______________________"I just want to save you all"
"You have to be safe"____________________________ help me
____________"safe"
"safe"___________________________________
"safe"
it hurts it hurts it hurts it h u r t s -
The Creature that was once Corey vanished into the fog once more, leaving only a mournful wail behind.
That too, soon faded.
WORLD BOSS ENCOUNTER
HP: 21/50 AUTO DAMAGE: 5 per attack Special Effect: At first glance, this Boss looks familiar…but then you notice the eyes. Numerous green eyes open and close along it's form, appearing at any angle. Shark-toothed cheshire grins split from no where and disappear as if they never existed. It seems to be looking for something… Escape Mechanics: Once this Boss has taken 8 damage, it will flee on its own.
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 9:40 pm
Why? The creature wasn't Corey but why was he so uncertain? Mixed between each taunt was another voice that called for help. Was she still in there? But is it already too late?
What do they do now? What do they do without Corey to tell them what to do? A bit of guilt stung him as he stood there, unable to provide any help.
[-5 infection]
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[ Infection Rate ]: 40/100 map pieces: 3/5 Character's name: Prof. Peter Kim Character's faction: University Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: Peter KimView Jersey Number: 19 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER a slightly haggard looking middle-aged man. Grey-haired, perpetually sighing and cleaning his dusty spectacles
HERE YOU SHOULD QUOTE ANYONE YOU ARE TALKING TO
QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 9:43 pm
The monster that was Corey vanished, and Hitsu was panting, shaking. Her attention shifted wildly, to be sure that the obvious threat was gone.
And then she put distance between she and the others that were there, knuckles white for how tightly she was gripping the mouth of the bottle. Her weapon.
"I want to know what the <********> is going on in this place! I'm sick of these head games!" Now she was shouting, as she looked to each of them in turn, panicked.
She pointed with her weapon at Cecil. "I saw you outside!" She thrust the bottle to gesture to the floor. "I just got attacked by a thing that looked just like you!"
"How do I know that anyone I'm seeing in this place is real?!"
Hitsu's HP: 31/50 [ Infection Rate ]: 45 /100
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Character's Name: Hitsuzen Vang Character's Faction: University (Jersey 27) Character's Journal Link:Here Character's Survival Stats: Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Reference here.
