He smiled back at Anya, but before he could say anything, a strange monster appeared.
What the eff was that.
He stared at it, even more so when he realized that it had called him by name. How did the monster know his name? Had the voices told it? It was strange, and he lashed out with his fishing pole.
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Infection Rate: 60/100 HP: 45/50 Weapon: Fishing pole 2d6-2
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Character's name: Dylan Sallow Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: HERE Jersey Number: 31 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 20 years old. Dylan is 5'9 with a lean runner's build. His skin is a pale beige and covered in freckles. He has short carrot orange hair, and dark blue eyes. He typically wears jeans and plain colored t-shirts. He is currently wearing a jersey with the number 31 on it.
The hits all aimed true, knives, flames, fishing pole all injuring or searing the inky blackness. He stopped moving, stopped advancing. It hesitated, a arm raised in a attempt to strike out at the group, or perhaps just reaching out? The creature stared back at them all, green eyes fading some, it took the time to pointedly look at each of them. W͇̜͔̰̹͖͟h͟y̶̩?
If you looked into a bag on a nearbye table, you would find bags of candy.
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HP: 5/50 AUTO DAMAGE: 5 per attack Special Effect: Oddly this creature looks familiar, but something was off. It appears to have a mutated molded horse 'skin' that has attached to their body, ragged in some areas and revealing bloody muscle and tissue beneath. Sitting on top of its head was a sticky still somewhat fleshy horse skull, the jaw of the skull hanging necklace-like around its neck. Instead of a horn there is a large rusted and bloody sword sticking through the skull and head. How to Repel: This time he will auto flee at 13 DMG. If it goes over it won't hit, he will auto vanish at 13 DMG.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 4:08 pm
And just as sudden as it appeared, it vanished. Anya stared at the place where it had been for a while before looking at the others.
"It knew my name.. how?"
She looked at Austin, where it had placed a ... hand on his shoulder. "You've got.. shiny gunk on your shoulder." She said, still slightly in shock.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 4:08 pm
His shirt was wet, his shirt was wet -- Austin immediately dropped his candles at his feet with a clatter, shuddering as he clawed his way out of his top layer. Pointedly, he dropped it on top of the open flame. It took a minute for it to catch, the fire licking up the cloth slowly to consume the sweater and light the hall up as it did.
Now, of course, Austin could see everyone's face, and they could probably see his, too: furious and fierce as he not only set his clothing on fire but also began to stomp on it.
"No ******** way am I that stupid," he insisted, driving his boot down with probably more force than was entirely necessary, turning the sweater into an ashy, clumpy mess instead of a wearable garment.
And then, all at once, he drew in a deep breath, stooped down to grab his candles, and made sure they were still lit. Calmer, and one sweater down. He'd just needed to do that.
"It knew all our names," Dylan replied. "What was it?" It had seemed almost familiar, but he was pretty sure that he hadn't ever seen a monster like that before. "Have either of you seen that thing before?" He was pretty sure that Anya hadn't, as she sounded just as surprised as him that the monster knew her name, but maybe there were more?
What had he missed when he was trapped there in the fog?
Everything.
He watched as Austin proceeded to burn his sweater, and made a note of it. Even if the other was just being paranoid, it was probably not a bad idea. He was feeling hot again, but he just ignored it, leaning against a table. "Is that goo that dangerous?"
Character's name: Dylan Sallow Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: HERE Jersey Number: 31 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 20 years old. Dylan is 5'9 with a lean runner's build. His skin is a pale beige and covered in freckles. He has short carrot orange hair, and dark blue eyes. He typically wears jeans and plain colored t-shirts. He is currently wearing a jersey with the number 31 on it.
Rorrow heard Cecil he ran closer and slowed to a stop while a commotion occured off to the side. He squinted seeing lights, but didn't go near them until he reached Cecil. He felt his hand touch an arm and he sighed. "Cecil...it'll be okay. We'll find her. Together...okay. Please...don't run off like that...this...this place just..." he shuddered. Then leaned on the others shoulder..."I'm scared..."
He backed up to pull on Cecil's arm gently. "Lets go..I think I hear Anya's voice over there...if that's the case...she might have a better grasp on what's going on here..."
[ 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
"I don't know." Austin said it sharply, eyes flicking onto Dylan -- and then Anya -- and with a sharp huff of breath, he started back down the hall, legs stretched out to walk as quickly as he possibly could. He wasn't really in the mood to talk about his feelings, and Austin had just a faint vibe that if he stuck around, that was about to happen.
No. Hell no. He wanted to go see where Charlie had disappeared, and finish him off. He was leaving.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 5:31 pm
He could hear the voices of others nearby, eyes frantically searching as he listened for Hitsu, hoping beyond hope. What he ended up hearing was far from the person he had been calling to but still someone he wanted to see. "Charlie?" He shook his head. "What did I?...I don't know what you mean." He pressed a hand to his aching head trying to make sense of the voice. The need to apology came bubbling up but he couldn't see Charlie. At least not right away.
Moving further he had found the cluster of people and with it the large apparition he had seen two times already. There was dread. Was that really Charlie?
Cecil took a step back, looking down at Rorrow as he pressed to his side. Even as frantic as he was now his arm moved to encircle's the other man's shoulders to keep him close. "I left her alone in this place." His eyes turned back to Charlie as he suddenly vanished. "And I'm afraid....I won't see her again." She had been that last little reminder of the life he had before. A small sense of family even though they weren't blood related. He had promised he would look out for her and what of that promise now?
"Who is Anya?" His voice was unsteady but he was keeping it together though it was only by a thread.
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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. Damage list includes knife wound to the cut, healing bullet wound in the side, bullet wound to the arm, gash across the top of his head. Weapon: Fishing Rod 2d6 -2 [ Infection Rate ]: 20/100 [HP:] 50/50 [Map:] 5/5
Rorrow blinked. "We met her back at the Casino..." he had a head for names just not a big fan of recalling faces...sometimes. He felt the long arm wrap around his shoulders and he relaxed into the others side. Concerned about all that blood, Rorrow slipped off on half of his parka to use the clean sleeve. Reaching up he wiped at the wound. "Sorry if this hurts...I'm trying to get the blood outta your eye."
"Awww....aren't you the doting darling..." he heard a voice whisper. It was Micah. Rorrow ignore him in favor focusing on Cecil...Cecil was more important than a mental breakdown. He pushed the voice away before gently wiping at the blood.
"I'll be right back, Ro...don't forget that..." Micah's whisper faded away.
Rorrow muttered. "Micah...go to hell and stay there..."
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
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 6:16 pm
The casino. Already so much had happened. Had they really only just been there? "Sorry, my mind is fuzzy..." The Casino already seemed like a distant memory.
The sudden sleeve in his face had him closing his eyes, allowing Rorrow to clean away what blood he could. He was barely bothered by the sight of it anymore. How could he be when he saw violence and gore so often?
"Ah," He flinched a bit as Rorrow touched a particularly tender spot. "It's alright not the worst that's happened." No, so far he had done the worst damage to himself though the knife wound to the gut still ached. "Maybe we should keep moving. I want to find Hitsu." Or rather he hoped they would find her.
He started to move when he heard Rorrow mutter something though he couldn't completely make out the words. "...stay where?"
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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. Damage list includes knife wound to the cut, healing bullet wound in the side, bullet wound to the arm, gash across the top of his head. Weapon: Fishing Rod 2d6 -2 [ Infection Rate ]: 20/100 [HP:] 50/50 [Map:] 5/5
Rorrow slipped the parka back on and blinked. "Ah...Micah...old friend...it...didn't end well..." he said looking away. Looking up he didn't feel the need to go to the others. He looked at Cecil. "The short of it...I got used. Nearly gave him my v-card and...his girlfriend was pregnant."
He took Cecil's hand in his as he started to walk away from the others. Instinct tell him Hitsu was higher up. "What we saw wasn't Hitsu...it was a fake. If we wanna find her...we don't split up. That's what this place and all its insanity wants...as much as I want to join up with others. I know your real. I know I'm real..."
He looked back to Cecil. Green eyes wavering only a moment. "We're going to find Hitsu. She can't be alone. Not here..." he whimpered. "Its not fair."
He took a deep breath. "We'll start looking on a higher floor." He started to look around for stairs. Finding them in the dim light given off by the others a littles away he started to lead Cecil to them. He was going to help Cecil find her. She was important to him, how important. Rorrow wasn't going to think too hard on it...he felt anger swell. No. He wouldn't think on it at all.
[ 21- 40 ] Your paranoia begins to build up even more. You begin to get angry as well, and your skin begins to itch sporadically. Sometimes, instead of just voices, you swear you see faces of familiar people in the distance. They always fade away when you stare directly at them. 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
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 6:58 pm
He listened, it was all he could do to listen. Some of the conversation he was able to follow. Micah was a friend, there was a girlfriend involved and a baby on the way. Piecing the puzzle together, however, was a little harder to do. His mind was still racing wondering what had become of Hitsu. How long had she been missing. Had he even seen the real one before? Was she even in the hospital? Worse yet, had she been left behind at the casino?
No, no Cecil was sure he had seen her run. She had been right beside him until they had entered the fog and he lost track of her. Flashes of images played through his mind and he closed his eyes trying to block out the thoughts that he feared the most. What if she was in the forest? What if she was one of the bodies he had seen. What if....he had really seen her dissipate to nothing and she was gone?
He was nearly sick then, his hand shaking as Rorrow reached to take it. Fake. He held onto that word and repeated it to himself. What he had seen was fake...but it had seemed real. His head ached as proof.
"Alright.." He softly agreed only hesitating a bit as he got to the stairs. What would he find on the next floor?
