"Coulda fooled me, seeing how concerned you are about her." he huffed. "And you wouldn't dare. I'm holding up my end of the bargain you prat."
After replying to Gale, he turned around to see... Stormy curled up in a ball. What the hell?
Letting out a sigh, he knelt down, looking her in the eye. "Look. I'm sorry about what I said. It wasn't your fault. But right now, I need you to be alert, and to not rush into battle yourself. Can you promise me that? I can't promise I'll keep you safe, but you could at least make my job easier by not running off."
And then Gale arrived, and he grimaced at the smack, but was relieved the death hunter was here. Seriously, there was a reason he wasn't a moon hunter.
Like Aisa, Invictus also suddenly seemed to change priorities, moving with his fellow heir across the battle field to the quickly berserking Eris. Would they see about that forming gateway? In a moment. He didn't need to worry about that. No. In a way it was hard to tell where his priorities always lay.
When on the field of battle he did not always linger close to the other heirs, toss concern towards them, or even try to defend them. Yet at any other given moment, he could wake up in the dead of the night and run to them without a single word. His weakness and his strength lay within the four of them - or perhaps he considered them to be only one. One of four minds. Romantic, really.
Wrapping his arms around Eris and Aisa, he pulled them both to him, saying nothing as he buried his face into Eris' hair. Aisa had already said what was important.
So it was only time for him to hold them both to him.
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 9:43 pm
Ryan was correct: touching Shik's wing alone was enough to rile him up and away from the fleeing Mark. Tearing into it was enough to throw the executioner into a fit.
Snarling, the executioner dug his own claw-like nails into the hunter's coat and wrenched him off, wings flaring in anger at being defiled by his touch; the bullets pricked him again like deities damned insects. With a feral sound Shik stepped back, his head jerking towards Sam. when she spoke. "What aritfact?" he hissed, not bothering to hide his lack of knowledge. Was this what Medea had tasked them with?
Run Forest, run Kat thought, as she watched Mark run off into the distance to take cover.
With Shik distracted, Kat used this moment to move up beside him, and strike him in the side with her fist. She would have aimed for his face, but she would have had to literally leap up and hope to have hit him with their height difference.
Yeah, she might have needed to get some of the anger out, and punching him did help a little.
"You're- you're kidding me." Sam grabbed at her hair. "Why are you even here? I mean yeah horsemen, evil s**t, bad news, ruin our missions, I get it and all and that's cute, but this makes absolutely no sense. No one was even supposed to know about this abandoned place and-"
- She paused.
-"Unless... we were lead here on purpose."
The epiphany came a little too slow as the earth shook, and then strained underneath them, half the dais falling apart. Like a nightmare for the second time, all those trapped within this strange paradox would see only a pair of teeth - a flash of quick pain-
-TICK.
Sand. It roared and stung all bare skin and flash, unnaturally sharp. The second sensation was the wind, enough to blind all other senses: sight, hearing, even the voice itself until everything was lost in a maelstrom of murky pale yellows, greys, whites.
For the Hunters, this was enough to render them nearly invalid the second they stepped through the portal. It was enough for them to stumble around confused as they tried to gain any steady footing, as the ground purposely flattened under them and then caved downwards, thwarting all plans beyond confusion, beyond the stinging pain as the sand moved unrelenting.
For the Lost Clans this was almost second nature. Especially those of Famine would find themselves almost at peace. They were not for lack of a better term, swimming in their element but instead familiar with the dangers of the environment. The deserts of Famine were always relentless, it was wise to seek cues, from the way the wind moved in bursts, from the footholds in the sand to always find their way home.
And speaking of Home-
- For those who were slightly grey they could feel it. Something else lingered just at the precipice between hallucination and imagination, something as if slumbering right beneath their feet, waiting to be called so they could go Home together. It was barely below the level of a whisper, easily drowned out with the torrential environment and yet-
- Without warning everything stopped. The wind simply dropped, the ground steadied itself, just slightly as the sun began to burn, unrestrained. There in the desert were several shapes, odd and very human-like, white and black, speckled in an almost circular shape around each other.
Horsemen. Hunters.
At first neither parties moved. There was simply a moment where too much had assaulted the senses all at once that it left the brain very little imagination to speculate on what to do next. And if that was not already uncomfortable enough, there stood between them all, in the absolute center, a very large triangular monument. It wasn't exactly a pyramid, instead entirely a flat triangle, raised twenty feet with it's highest point up in the air, casting a long shadow to one side. Around it in perfect circles, looped twice, three times if not half-covered by the sand were odd marble pedestals etched with glowing dark red runes, twelve to be exact, perfectly spaced out between each other.
For a moment, in almost sheer disbelief at the defiance in physics, the triangle seemed to move exactly one notch to one side, from one rune to the second-
- Until it became evident that what moved was not the object itself but it's shadow, as the item stayed stationary in one place. The shadow cast itself on a rune shaped like a sickle, and then stopped.
And then everything seemed to explode at once amongst all arrivals. Sam tapped her headset. "Spread out! Don't let them corner you together. Those big ones are dangerous, who the ******** told us it was safe here?" The Death Hunter gave Mark a look, the actual Death assistant just as shell-shocked themselves.
"I don't know I um- uh, requesting back-up," Mark began to madly type onto his tablet laptop, "I'm getting a signal loaded, god, I need time." The last part practically came out in a whine as he set down several wires haphazardly, right next to the monument.
"Fine!" Sam snapped back, "You heard the useless guy. At this point we still outnumber them but don't get too overconfident, the vicious ones you're looking at are Heirs, I'm sure you recognize them. They're probably back to resurrect their dead queen or something, whatever it is you can bet this-" She pointed to the triangle - "Is bad news. It's sending some strange signal too, I'll work on getting it disabled, you guys work on the ponies."
At the same time several of the horsemen could feel something shifting underneath them. The world seemed to flicker grey for a second. A first nothing and then a surge of anger. "ThEY aRe TaKinG oUR HOME." It felt irrational at first, and then a little sad. It sounded like Medea a little bit, and then of their lost clans and kin, and then even of the horsemen clans leaders, the ones who had watched over the old islands, guarded them for centuries and ultimately reminded them of their true Homes.
As if in response to this strange whisper, large red spikes, bone-like rose from all corners around them, effectively trapping them inside the monument with the Hunters. It felt like an arena. It felt like a slaughterhouse. Thin glowing red lines snaked across the ground, forming patterns and patterns of runes along the sand. Even the sun itself seemed to mellow out, turning a deep orange.
The path had been set and the outcome inevitable.
MEMORY AND STUFF
AN IMPORTANT NOTE: - Even though everything has mysteriously "reset", the players (except the NPCs) ALL REMEMBER EVERYTHING for some reason (of the last rounds that happened). If you died, you remember up to your death - HP CHARGES ALL STATS ARE RESET.
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ALL PLAYERS:
- This event is a normal FREE FOR ALL PVP with a special event trigger. This is how it works: - ALL PHRASES IN BOLD RED are SPECIAL EVENT TRIGGERS. A Gm posting SPECIAL EVENT TRIGGERS means you can investigate or interact with any of their posted triggers simply by posting an rped special event trigger of your own.
- Special Event Triggers are considered CAUSES. They must be posted in bold red. You are allowed to have ONE per RP post you make, a max of four per round (this is round 2, until the next gm post, where I will react to SOME special event triggers). Consider them like the "investigation" posts you do in those search and find orps. You can only make a Special Event Trigger if it directly affects one person or more (please quote them). They MUST be battle related or in REACTION to a GM SPECIAL EVENT POST ONLY. Be SPECIFIC when describing it, as by creating a SPECIAL EVENT TRIGGER you are basically allowing a GM to intervene and POTENTIALLY create an EFFECT from your trigger post. For example:
- Sue defended Bob and Mary and threw her shoe at Steve. After the end of the round a GM may decide that Sue gets a bonus boost for defending two people next round and that her shoe falls into a sinkhole which actually reveals a pot of gold. - Bob got angry and struck Jim with his sword along the side. At the end of the GM round the GM may decide that Jim is now slightly disabled and cannot attack for one turn. - Mary look at look at the large red, bone-like spikes. At the end of the round, the GM may decide to reveal a little more of the nature of the spikes are to Mary. So on forth.
Regardless of whether or not you want to do a special event trigger, if someone is making a special event trigger at you and quotes you in battle, please still respond to them normally. If someone is not making a special event trigger but still battling you, still respond to them okay. Posting something in bold red just means you're flagging me and saying "Hi Zoo notice this phrase my character did! I hope something fun happens with this!". You can respond with ANOTHER special event trigger ie: Mary countered the sword blow with a blow of her own by X and Y, OR simply just counter without a special event trigger ie: Mary got hurt and ran away. Think of this as still first and foremost a battle PRP, where you are basically highlighting your very notable points of actions (if you wish)! The only thing you are doing when posting a special event trigger is notifying a GM that you are okay to additional special events happening because of your trigger.
** IN THIS EVENT , INTERACTION IS KEY. By Interacting with other players as well as the GM given posts and creating SPECIAL EVENT TRIGGERS of your own, you will be changing the outcome of this battle to however you so manipulate. These things will directly affect your characters and those around you. **
ALL HORSEMEN
ALL HORSEMEN: - Regular battle rules apply - All players may attack three turns this round. Make sure you wait at least 6 hours or until your target has replied before making another turn. A turn "attack" also includes defending and healing. Reaction posts are unlimited. You may only do a max of 4 Special Effect Triggers one round, consider everything else as normal. - Distortion is in full effect here - Due to this being their natural environment and also due to the shift in Fear: - All Heirs have their Hp maxed at 150 (except Asia who is at 100). - All other Horsemen have their HP maxed at 100. They do 2d10-6 damage. - If a horsemen DISSIPATES they are GONE. This only happens if they go below -10 HP or lower or fail a gmed part of the event/ are gmed dissipating. If this happens, they cannot reappear until a GM has granted them approval again by directly mentioning what happens to those who dissipate. Make sure to keep track of everyone who is attacking and defending or healing you by quoting them and noting who quoted you!
ALL HUNTERS
ALL HUNTERS: - Regular battle rules apply - All players may attack three turns this round. Make sure you wait at least 6 hours or until your target has replied before making another turn. A turn "attack" also includes defending and healing. Reaction posts are unlimited. You may only do a max of 4 Special Effect Triggers one round, consider everything else as normal. - Runic weapons are usable - Due to this being their natural environment and also due to the shift in Fear: - Hunters CANNOT pendant back. If a Hunter is injured they need to be either HEALED or DEFENDED by the usual means (runic bandages that hunters have earned, their own Fear charges, defense rolls, etc). Make sure to keep track of everyone who is attacking and defending or healing you by quoting them and noting who quoted you!
Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 9:48 pm
It was all happening too fast - the world was spinning all around them and the call of voices in his head was burning in his head. They chanted and hissed and churned hungrily inside of him, a chaotic entanglement growing like a tumor against his spine, compressing his ability to breathe, to think.
There was blood out of the corner of his eye. It splattered the sand and turned the colors red, dark and grotesque and marred with severed flesh, and then there was a flash of pain, and his wing caved in on itself, crushed. His body heaved, a sound of pain trapped in his throat -
Tick.
And then they were back, back at the beginning, and everything was starting over again. Only the hunters were still there. Only the voices were still crooning in his ear. Only nothing had changed. Senga pumped his wings frantically, checking the appendages for damage. He could still feel the ghost of pain, broken bone and blood, but it was all gone, restored, as though time had folded in on itself and brought them back.
But there was no time to continue this examination. He had to get to work. Had to save what he could. Had to find Mengyao.
Senga rushed forward, his mind picking apart the obsolete and taking in only what mattered; the shifts in this mystery spot, the tiny differences that he sought out as he made his way through the blood bath, wings twisting and giving him leaping runs to speed up the distance he covered across the battle field.
He caught Shikoba in the corner of his eye at one point, but the brute was strong enough to hold his own for now. It was the Insanity he was worried about, the call that whispered to them from where Medea's voice echoed. It was Mengyao he was rushing for, if only because he knew what waited on the other end of that extending hand, that darkness that swallowed them both. And they fall into it here. Not now. Not now. He slammed into the ground a few feet from Mengyao and Lifen.
"Mengyao," He hissed, pressing his hand to the small of Mengyao's back firmly, as though willing the other to realize he was there. "Mengyao." His wings stretched and kicked up a small whirlwind of dust, restless and showing signs of stress. The click and hiss of voices threatened to pull him below the waves, but here, he had a reason not to drown. "Keep your head above." He hummed, just low enough for the other to hear. Don't go under. Don't let it eat you.
The impulse to fight these hunters, to kill them could wait just a while longer.
sorry this is just to get senga back into the fray, and i apologize if its really poorly written @___@ /trying to keep up with everything
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 9:51 pm
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 9:53 pm
"OH FOR THE LOVE OF- !!!!" Melvin just aimed his gun and fired at the nearest spike he saw. He was starting to get what murderous rage felt like, but only to the spikes so far.
The words stung, as did the sand that slipped beneath the folds of his clothing and lay against his skin, causing red welts, pain, pain.
He deserved that pain. He wanted to reach out to her, tell her that he still felt as deeply as he always had, that he wanted nothing more to protect her, but there was nothing to be said or done that had not already been done.
And he could not drag her down further to where he stood now, entrenched in the blackness that consumed him like a plague, like he was at the bottom of an endless ocean, drowning with no way to the surface. The voices rose and fell like the swaying tides of the sea inside of his skull, the pressure building.
Mengyao swayed where he stood, his face tired and wan, and he might have collapsed, were it not for the hand at his back, the familiar voice hissing towards him. Sand flew in all directions, and Mengyao's eyes flickered towards the wolf, gold eye feverishly bright as he caught the low hum.
Don't let it consume you.
He closed his eyes. Then he reached out and took Lifen's wrist, his pale grey fingers encircling hers, pulling her slightly as his other hand found Senga's, squeezing tightly, painfully, digging into the wolf's skin hard enough to leave reddened marks. He did not look at either of them, did not explain, but his throat felt as dry as it ever had.
And then he let go and then -
Tick.
They were back. And he was still standing with Senga and Lifen, and everything was as it had been before, as though nothing had changed at all.
Mengyao gave a low hiss of agitation and frustration, his face pale and gray, moving towards the runes on the ground and touching his fingers to them, because there was no where else to go, nothing else to do.
No matter what they did, they would always wind up right back here.
Dakota hissed as they were reset. He looked at Mimsy and took a page from her book. With his sword drawn, he went to the dial and looked at the triangular object.
Was it the cause of all these? He drew Chama up and brought the blade down on it.
Harrison went back to lay into one of the spikes with B0nez's blade.
He hoped he didn't have to spend eternity doing this.
"What'd we do that time?" he asked Rep. "This thing on a schedule?"
Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 10:01 pm
"So uh, anyone vote we move the hell away from here once we're done knockin' stuff? Sounds like a plan, right?" Ofelia took the time to attack and destroy one of the spikes before looking over to the rest of the group. No one had died that round though a pony had started to go a bit crazy. "This s**t's gettin' old, ya can't have fun if yer doin' the same tasks 'gain an' 'gain."
The redhead's patience was wearing things, just like her excitement from originally being out here. She knew to avoid the spikes unless destroying them, she knew to not let the horse people near Mark until his laptop was done.
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