"I do believe he is venting his frustrations about this game on the furniture. A bit archaic, but respectable given the circumstances," said Ashanti to the Moon Assistant who was shouting up at Aymet. It was, honestly, the best response that Ashanti could give, that wasn't setting fire to thinks. Like her uniform. Or her weapons.
"I quite think that 'breaking everything' is the point. After all, you do break quite a lot of us, now don't you?" Ashanti turned to Aidel, an expression of knowing and hate in her eyes. She was not normally a violent creature, but this was a human. A human who clearly was not, how to put it, trapped within this game.
And humans were the reason the Priestess had no power anymore in her clan.
One less wouldn't be missed.
xGrifferie
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Character's name: Anna Mikael Character's division: Sun Character's journal link:Here Character's arcana Wheel of Fortune / Group C BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall Sun hunter with long brown hair in a braid. She wields a pair of daggers she affectionately calls 'Wolfy' who's real name is Silvermane.
Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 12:11 am
"It's anything BUT respectable. He's acting like four-year-old throwing a tantrum." She gazed up at Aymet before turning back to look Anna. "What-ever are you talking about? My job is to mend you; I'm a medic."
She looked at Anna, then back up towards the offices, then back to Anna again. "What has gotten into you?"
Chao had been so focused on petting Asagi that she was not paying attention to her surrounding, and didn't notice the Boil running in until he ran into her. Asagi flew off her shoulder with a sharp squawked as the ghoul got ran into.
Chao managed to steady herself after a moment or too, she was glad that he hadn't run into her hard enough to knock her over. "It's fine." She assured the boil as he apologized, the no actually a hunter seemed to be very flustered. So she wasn't the only student around, while that would have been unlikely, it was reassuring to know that she wasn't surrounded by the games npcs or actual hunters.
chirigami
kuropeco
nothing yet
Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 3:52 pm
Infirmary
He had been in the Infirmary when he received the strange, insulting message about being careful of Horsemen and the threat they posed. The Mist Hunter knew that of course Horsemen were dangerous. Only weapon-bonded Hunters possessed FEAR shields and those weren't permanent. What more for regular humans?
But then the corrupted message arrived and he nearly dropped the phone in surprise when the repeating message went beyond the screen. He realized he couldn't let go of the device even as the error windows multiplied until his very vision fractured. From these cracks, a malignant figure spilled out and introduced itself as Dorothy.
Pedro Trogo, Full Mist Hunter, no longer held the phone.
Petro the Tikbalang, Monster student enrolled in Amityville Academy, did.
The friendly, easy-going smile had been replaced by a mouth pressed into a tight, grim line as his memories, his true memories came flooding back. His entire form was rigid in anger, shoulders trembling as his hands gripped the phone tighter and tighter until there was almost a crackle of glass and plastic.
He was breathing hard, every ounce of his will resisting the urge to summon his weapon and destroy everything in the infirmary. The voice in his head claiming to be his weapon was tinny, unclear and garbled, and it set his teeth on edge. It wasn't another student, it couldn't be another student or anyone from Halloween.
'S all a game, he reminded himself. A sick game that the Hunters or the Horsemen were playing on him and the creeple of Halloween. Because of course it was. Whatever war or vendetta those two sides had with each other, Halloween was always caught in the crossfire.
And that s**t never sat well with the tikbalang.
White hot rage burned behind his eyes while he roughly threw his coat off and down on the ground. Heavy boots stomp on the garment, repeatedly, mindless in its repetition until the mist symbol was thoroughly trampled.
This body was thin. It was the food, he thought with a sneer, or the lack thereof. Water, sustenance, it was no better than a plant with how much it clung to its necessities. And he had been dug up and thrown into unknown soil. But Shikoba thrived in chaos, and it took him only a handful of seconds to process and boil everything down to a few simple concepts: Hunter body. Hunter base. Different world. He knew this because the records his hunter facade had viewed didn't line up with the timeline he understood.
Another concept: No wings. It brought his fury to a climax. He would have torn his other eye out if he hadn't needed it to exact his revenge.
It seemed Shik wasn't the only one to wake up. He could hear distant screaming and sounds of destruction, something of a revolution as multiple fakes woke up. With a War Cry, he began to barrel through the walls one by one like a wrecking ball, passing by both unaware and very aware hunters in his wake. The one before him had several holes already, so it fell even easier than the rest.
He barely recognized the tan body he slammed into, but it caught up to him like an echo. The shrieking was very familiar. There was a short moment where their eyes met, just enough to stop them from immediately strangling or breaking one another's neck.
And then Shik bellowed again and charged into the opposite end of the dorms.
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Character's name: Shikoba Character's division: Mist - Specialized Character's journal link:xxx Character's arcana The Tower WILD CARD (+2 ARCANA BONUS FOR INTERACTING WITH INSTEAD OF +1) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERAvatar 6'2", wiry build, right eye covered by scarf, covered in tattoos on arms and back and consequently tends to not wear shirts His weapon is DeVour, a prissy vampire ghoul turned into a sword/dagger combo
Seussi
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 7:09 pm
dorms
There was no thought process behind Shaheen's actions, and her methods of destruction were completely erratic and unplanned. Around her, she was only faintly aware of other bodies, of other shouts of rage or confusion, of those who had also awakened and those who were just wondering what the hell was going on.
There were a few things she was aware of, though. As if by some kind of sick and twisted joke, she had been stuffed into this incredibly weak and insufficient body, this hunter body, foul and disgusting and absolutely repulsive. Her wings had been taken from her, her dignity had been taken from her. She was full of righteous rage and indignation and fury.
She was also apparently being bowled into by somebody, whom she first assumed was there to stop her and her wanton destruction, and who she was also going to murd---Oh.
It was him. He was as disgusting looking in his human guise as she felt in hers. A sound that displayed exactly what she thought of his appearance tore from her throat, a guttural sound, because words could not even begin to describe exactly how she felt about all of this.
Still, it was her Shikoba, wasn't it? It seemed, considering his own reaction to their situation, that it was, and that, at least, provided her with some comfort, as she watched him run back the way he came from.
Fine. She'd have to meet up with him later. For now, she was going to look for as many flammable objects as she could find and burn this steaming pile to the ground.
Character Name: Shaheen Division: Death, Specialized hunter Arcana: Group B- The Chariot Appearance: Angry. Very, very, Angry.
The sound of destruction drew Andrew's attention. He had of course attended to other things first, talking to people searching for people he knew. And the one person he hadn't found.
But the sounds of destruction carried, along with a lot of steaming were very hard to ignore. There was a pile of very expensive equipment outside of the death area. "I didn't do it." he announced, and looked at the growing piles. "Is there something to fight or are you guys just wrecking stuff?" he was hoping for the former. Maybe, that mean a way out. But if they were just throwing s**t around they were wasting energy, which is what he suspected. Look he had work to do at home.
to anyone around the death offices
Andrew -journal Sun division specialized hunter Arcana: death (Group d) wild arcana grant +2 arcana bonus to other players Andrew probably doesn't like you. If he's smiling something is either on fire or he recently pulled something off and you don't want to know. Otherwise he doesn't smile.
Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2017 10:56 am
Infirmary
She had found her way into the infirmary before the string of messages blew up her phone. Perplexed, she had paused by one of the medical cabinets during her rounds with bright eyes narrowed as she skimmed the messages.
At first, it all seemed utterly ridiculous, why were they feeding her information she already knew? But, the messages kept going and Dorothy revealed herself, Nia finding herself locked into place. Her vision seemed to shatter, unlocking a flood of information that she struggled with processing.
Her name was Nia, her weapon was Nyko and she was a hunter in the Moon Division - No that wasn't right...
She was Niylah, horseman of Conquest. Her hand that had braced itself against the cabinet to steady herself wrapped tightly against the wood and she pulled, tearing it down with all of her strength. Glass shattered and her phone clattered to the floor out of her other hand.
How dare they shove her into some psuedo-hunter role?
She was a horseman.
Teeth gnashed before her jaw clenched shut and she sought to make her way out of the area, flashes of too many things pinging in her head. She only seemed to stall when she came across a man she didn't quite recognize stomping on his coat -
Right. The wore hunter coats. She had never felt so disgusting in her life. She had lived centuries only to be reduce to this fake form.
Rage boiled in her blood and her carefully constructed guise of control was cracking as she stood, feet away, from the man stomping on the symbol of his fake division in this fake form.
He caught movement from the corner of his eye and swung an arm towards it. There was no hesitation in his form, no hint of concern whether the closed fist would come into contact with a body as opposed to a piece of furniture. It would serve as a warning not to draw to close. And if it struck one of the hunters running around the island, well, he was more than willing to suffer the fall out of that action.
Nuxaz
Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2017 2:17 pm
[ Outside Death Offices ]
It seemed to be another fine day, her eyes skimmed over the text messages with low interest. First message was about reports, then one about Cafeteria foods and another about portal. Finally she paused at the forth message and arched an eyebrow at how weird it sounded.
Cage? Scum?!
She squinted at her screen and wondered which idiot dared to hack the system. There was still one message left and once she read it, she simply made a cool face. Yet, that's so frightening, psychopath.
Everything looked glitched - then she woke up.
First it was vague, then memories rushed to fill in the empty spaces. She was Lucida, an Erinyes enrolled in Amityville Academy at her first year. The petite female was a demon, not a human to begin with. Why she was here and where was her beloved brother Roman?
Lucida didn't get a clue, while the demon loved to trick people, she didn't enjoy to be tricked. It seemed like a dream and in that dream she was a player in a game. The game set in an island called Deus and on that island she was in a role of a hunter, a speical human who wielded weapons crafted from halloween creatures like her and fought again horsemen and hostile halloween beings.
Ah, she remembered it.
She saw some cryptic words before she was tossed in the game. Something dug her empty, everything contributed to her existence. There was a voice saying she was their toy or something and she needed to play the game.
That voice belonged to a kid, a young boy and Lucida knew those creepy messages were from him. His plan was interrupted - while the boy stuck her there, someone else wanted to get her out. That shadow appeared in front of her in the game.....Anyway, naughty boy needed to be punished.
She didn't hate the human body but taking her wings, tail and horns made her a tad uneasy. Lucida took a look at the window's reflection of herself, she still looked pretty but taller and more willowy.
On her way to find her dear brother, she saw many hunters - ah - schoolmates on rampage, furious to be played and trapped in a stupid game like that. It was a fun scene to watch but she was slightly unhappy Roman was nowhere to be found.
She stopped somewhere outside the death offices, at entrance stood the Moon Assistant. She seemed to be talking to someone else, Lucida could barely hear the chatter going on. "Hi Aidel." She steered and peeked from another side. The office was a total mess.
Lucida would be curious of who made such a big show but she had priorities. "Anyone might have seen a man called Roman around? He should look like me since we're twin siblings." Roman was around her top priority.
While waiting, she took a glance at the senior senpai she admired and wondered if she was real or just npc.
Grifferie
a-disgruntled-dragon
Molten Tigrex
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Character's name:Clidua Serce Faction: Moon (Intermediate Trainee) Arcana: Empress (Group A) Brief Description: A pretty lady with expensive taste over fashion, loves to wear heart shaped accessories. Her weapon is a big axe. [ IMAGE ] Bonus: Rank 3 - Upgrade your character's Rank (IC Y1 Student => intermediate trainee) {PROOF}
It was easy to hear the screams of students and horsemen whom had awakened and were taking their frustrations out on the environment itself. Pokerus, however, didn't feel the need to go postal on anyone or anything. Although it did look fun to break stuff, she just didn't feel right trashing hunter bases, even if it was in a game. She had no beef with hunters.
Walking through the hallways, her weapon sometimes repeating broken phrases and scrambled words, she found herself in the minipet enclosures. A few other students were here too.
"Yo, is this where the party's at?" She asked the group.
OOC
Character's name: Paige Character's Division: Sun - Full Hunter Specialized: Trainer Character's journal link: Here Character's arcana The Chariot - Wild Arcana (+2 points) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Paige stands tall with her long brown hair, brown eyes, and ready to kick all the a** and hit all the things. She wields Whirlwind, a large claymore sword, who's slain many a enemy. She works at training other hunters, bringing out their strengths, helping them to be better.
Miliardo Kason
Nothing Yet
kuropeco
shadica
Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2017 7:50 am
Infirmary
She had gotten too close in her dazed fury and there was a fist flying at her. Her reaction time was not what she would have wanted and she barely got her hand up in time to attempt to deflect. It went past the edge of her hand and caught her jaw anyway.
Her carefully held control facade cracked, the mask splintering into pieces just like this reality had.
Instinct had her reaching for the offending hand, fingers attempting to wrap around the wrist to yank him forward. "Watch where you're swinging," she snapped.
Petro refused to answer, refused to acknowledge this intruder as anything but another generated caricature from the game. He did not even attempt to pull his wrist free, instead lunging forward with the same arm in an attempt to wrap his fingers around the other's throat.
Nuxaz
Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2017 1:31 pm
Infirmary
Bright eyes narrowed at the lack of response, or even the resistance when she had grabbed a hold of his wrist. Her grip tightened, nails ready to press harshly into skin when he was lunging, going for her throat.
No. Screw that.
She let go and twisted, scrambling back while she made to shove him away, body jerking to avoid the hands grasping at her throat. He missed her neck, but that didn't mean he couldn't grab something else.
Screw this day.
huni pi
Nuxaz
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Shameless Hunter
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2017 10:24 pm
Aymet seemed a mixture of eager and grateful to take each offered piece of fake junk and send it sailing out the window. And then, for good measure, he took a few chunks out of the window too. The nail bat seemed impervious to damage, occasionally filling his head with glitched out complaints.
He punctuated his question by kicking a computer out of the window, courtesy of Kith, followed by a wooden stool he had already cracked in half with the bat. The courtyard was now littered with a sizable pile of broken wood and metal.
"Hah! If you know where it is, you know what you need to do, then." He grinned at Ruth's idea. "Destroy it."
He finally turned to better listen to the argument breaking out below the window. And clambered halfway out the frame, hanging on with one hand and pointing down at Aidel with the end of his bat. "You must be new here. Do you know what hunters do when they capture us? They twist us into weapons, and use us against our own kind."
He was still pointing the spiked bat at her, a series of runes flaring along it.
"I'm not going to fall for this stupid game. This is a trap. Whose side are you on? Ours?" He gestured with the bat to himself and the others, whose true forms were still shrouded in the appearance of hunters. "Or theirs?"
kuropeco
nessihime
huni pi
grifferie
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