Jordan nodded, feeling his heart rate finally returning to something approaching normal. "Thanks," he said, giving Rep a small but real smile. When they got home, he could take the time to be broken a little while, to allow himself to take comfort in a safe space with his guys. It would be okay.
At the last comment, he felt Ferros pause, attention riveting in an instant, concern for Jordan not gone, but overlaid by a shocked sweep of ... joy? The dragon rumbled with sudden excitement and agitation, embarrassment as he realized Jordan was listening, a fierce desire to fight and be strong.
"He seems happy about that," Jordan relayed dryly. Ferros's excitement was helping distract him from the lurking seeds of anxiety, and some of the sick tension in his stomach eased enough that he could take a swipe at the indistinct fog-figure darting around him and trying to grab at his legs.
Jordan is attacking his elf!
Your Character's HP: 60/60 Charge: 1/3 Fear/ Charges used: 0/3 Bonus Battle Effect: Sun Division, Full Hunter: +3 damage Runic Items: Barrier Daggers - unused Damage: 11
One more slam of the chainsaw sent the elfs flying and dispersed into the fog. the faint cries of giggles still prevailed in the mists and nidhogg was making retching noises in Leon's mind. the nauseating sounds was more than unpleasant. "Was it that bad?" he asked, carefully. -It was horrible leon, horrible. worse meal ever.-
It almost made him feel bad for the chainsaw dragon.
but it was time to look toward other things. the sight of the lost Julie in the epicenter of it all was not the welcome sight he wanted. The dearly departed should stay as such in his opinion. but there she was, standing there with her smile.
He never realized how much that smile was missed. "I'm so sorry we couldn't save you."
but it was never too late to start.
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Your Character's HP: 44/50
Fear/ Charges used:0/3 Bonus Battle Effect:Quote any battle effects (see above) used ie: the special Hunter division effects or the Horsemen /Medea bonus deal Runic Items OR Artifacts used:Write them here if applicable/ post the artifact image url Distortion used: N/A
Damage / Healing / Defending done: 9 Appearance: A rugged brunette hunter that wields a chainsaw and has a bristly demeanor, approach with caution. Elf HP: -7/25 freedom from elf Distance: 19
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His scowl was becoming more pronounced. For the past three years at Amityville, Ren had tried to keep up the happy-go-lucky persona he had wanted to hold while away from the childhood house he had grown up in - and for the most part, it had worked.
Though now, what with the horsemen, and the power and the fighting and the hunters and his relationship with LW, Gabrian's withdrawal from school - everything seemed to be collapsing beneath his feet, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. He could no longer grasp what he wanted to.
Ren's gaze flickered towards Tybalt again, the black dog practically spitting with anger now.
"Trust me, Ren. If I didn't like you, you would damn well know it. Furthermore, I wouldn't be wasting my breath on you if that were the case."
...what?
That, Ren decided, was probably the last thing he expected Tybalt to say. He tried to read between the lines, decipher the meaning behind the words, but his head was aching, spinning in confusion, and he was being dragged further and further towards the swirling vortex, his wings flapping furiously, feathers strewn on the ground around him.
"...do you mean that?" he said quietly, lifting his head to look at Tybalt. "Honestly? Because Tybalt, I know I'm an idiot, but you don't exactly appear to be all buddybuddy to me most of the time."
Minerva was spilled onto the snow and into the madness without warning. From the cold, into the cold, it never let up on her tiny frame--even beneath the heap of winter gear she had been given.
But no longer was she focused on the chill. Chaos...it was all around her. Blythe beneath both of her gloved hands continued to rumble and groan, eager to be put to action. To be used. To be fed.
When the trainee finally found her feet, even if she only rose so high off of the ground as to see through a few shoulders, mostly torsos; she understood why.
The trainee let out several heavy breaths while side-stepping and dodging oncoming attacks. None of them seemed to be for her at first, but all of the creatures, both fog and otherwise, seemed plenty happy to get collateral damage on any and all hunters in their way. And she was in the way.
To make matters worse, something threatened to rip her off her feet. Spinning to set her eyes whatever might be the source, Minnie also caught sight of a rather small and persistent...
Elf.
What.
((Apperance: 5'1, long curly hair, tan skin, hazel eyes. Doesn't smile a whole lot. Distance: 24))
It took what felt like forever for Sasha to come to her senses after first seeing the foggy irregularity that looked far too much like Julie for her own comfort. Was it some sort of trick that Medea played? Sasha knew all too well the horrors that the priestess was capable of.
She was brutally snapped from her thoughts by Ariane and Stormy's interaction, pale eyes lingering on the trainee. Sasha approached and mildly dusted snow from the younger woman's jacket and hair, shaking her head as a wry smile turned her lips upward. She took Stormy's other arm, working together with Ariane to get the trainee back on her feet.
Ariane was right - there was no room for tears in the here and now - Sasha couldn't help but think of her very first mission.
She'd cried, too.
"Up you go, Stormy. If you need healing, I can help you, but you can't stay down."
He gave another sharp jab to the elf at his feet, Gale making a derisive and irritated snort as he swayed a little unsteadily. These things, whatever they were, were vastly annoying, pressing him forward, urging him on towards the swirling mass at the feet of Ju -
- no. No, he wasn't going to think of her like that, he was not going to consider that thing the same as the overly cheerful division assistant they had once known.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught a familiar flash of magenta - Gale's eyes widened briefly, then narrowed, and he ran forward, dodging around shadowy grey elves, Halloweeners, and other hunters to reach her.
"Mei - Mei!"
The fingers of his free hand grasped her shoulder, pulling her around to face him. It was her, all right - but she wasn't alone. She was moving away from what appeared to be...
...someone Gale had no idea about, but she was clearly a hunter. He gave Mei a slightly bemused look, but said, "Did you help her?"
NOT wearing his coat or scarf! Dressed in a black turtleneck sweater with Ami's scarf. He also has his left arm in a sling, the rifle on a strap and hanging around his shoulder.
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Whoops, didn't see you wanted Sasha to help SORRY ABOUT THAT >__> I edited it a bit for you~
With another irritated glance, Mengyao kicked out at the elf at his feet. He disliked greatly having to dirty his robes to do so, but considering that the alternative was to be dragged into whatever hellhole lay ahead, he would rather spend his time crushing unnecessary bugs.
The scythe whistled through the air again, black shadows streaking behind it like ink on a page, and Sparrow let out a little hum of satisfaction as it slammed into the elf at his feet.
It did not deter it too much, unfortunately; Sparrow slipped several more feet forward, and he gave a small grunt of surprise and frustration, trying to drag his leg free. Getting closer to the vortex could only result in nothing good.
[ HP: 50/50 Target: Elf Damage: 3 (11/25) FEAR: Y3 Swift Strikes / Y2 Chill / Y1 Swift Strikes
The... elf would not be moved. It held fast to Mmur's ankle with its spindly fingers, looking up at him like a child who longed to be lifted into the air by its doting parent.
"I will not," the horseman said, shaking a finger at the creature. He kicked. The elf hung on, a reedy holiday song creeping out of the fog at its throat.
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 7:22 am
Harrison is attacking Jordan's elf!
Harrison was still a little ******** up from foggy, distant memories himself. This time, though, it wasn't Julie herself that had him so ******** up.
It was like the Haunted House had been a walk-through prophecy, and now it was getting played out. He couldn't know everybody else saw the same damn thing. And maybe he would have felt better if he had. But like it was, Rep and Jordan told him they couldn't-
even thinking about it got him ripped up inside again.
Couldn't follow.
And then he'd walked right into the open mouth of a grave. The aftermath of B0nez's charge got eaten up in the fog (maybe it made a difference), and when he turned, Jordan and Rep were behind him, and this time Jordan was getting dragged to the pit.
His grip on both blades tightened.
He had another furious stabfest, this time at Jordan's feet, dragging the elf back by hooking an elbow around its bobblehead and thin, foggy neck. The claws untangled from Jordan.
He kicked the elf forward onto its knees in the snow, then looked with dark expectation at the two heavy weapon users.
jordan elf hp: 2/25 elf hp: ded dst: 17
Your Character's HP: 50/50 Fear/ Charges used: 1/2 (charge: 1/3) Bonus Battle Effect: Moon Hunters gain a +2 defense buff Runic Items OR Artifacts used: -- Damage / Healing / Defending done: Attacking Jordan's elf (-12)
Harrison is an Intermediate Moon Trainee, with a bleach-blonde buzzcut and scars across his jaw. Items carried: 1 set Runic bandages, 1 Selene's Spyglass (Runic Binoculars, does not sleep one week out of the month)
Without hesitation Minerva swept the sickles outward and toward her target. The elf would stumble back, but it would not be downed yet.
And with that single thrust of her arm and the contact that was made, the pull of an unseen forced grew in strength. From where she was and where she had ended up, the trainee could make out a darkness beneath the creature. A void. One she did not wish to be nearer to. Yet, the distance between them was closing and the sense of urgency behind Blythe's voice would set Minnie's nerves in motion.
I know.
((Apperance: 5'1, long curly hair, tan skin, hazel eyes. Carries two sickles. Doesn't smile a whole lot. Distance: 19))
Another swing of the scythe, another burst of shadows. Sparrow stumbled a few more steps forward and tried to use his weapon to brace himself from moving anymore, though it was hardly working well.
[ HP: 50/50 Target: Elf Damage: 0 (11/25) FEAR: Y3 Swift Strikes / Y2 Chill / Y1 Swift Strikes
Extending his hand, Sparrow reached for a cluster of shadows, drew them into his palm, and shaped them until they were concentrated enough to form a projectile. He swung the scythe around, slamming the blade into the shadows and sent them careening towards the elf at his feet, which shrieked and dissolved into nothingness, a blast of black.
He noticed that he had slid forward somehow, closer to the gaping vortex at the fog creature's feet. Mmur didn't have to be a human rocket scientist to know that vortices were not things he wanted to get any closer to than was absolutely necessary. Whatever the elf was doing to him had to stop. Now.
The soldier summoned his segmented whip, brandishing it at his diminutive enemy and shaking his leg. This time, the elf fumbled, fingers slipping on the horseman's skin.
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