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 Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 9:11 am
Christof's eyes rolled (thankfully still in his head) as he felt pressure of someone picking him up. His dismal thoughts were swimming, the world still seeming surreal even as a familiar face suddenly came into focus inches from his.... Amrita... her expression sad, as miserable as his own. Their lips touched even before he knew what was happening, and the fog in his brain seemed to thin just a bit... Amrita... poor Amrita. She had always been there for him when he needed her but where was he? Where was he ever when she was in trouble? He wanted to wrap his arms around her, tell her it would be ok, assure her it was over... but was it really? Besides, his arms lay.... elsewhere. He could feel melting snow underneath his shivering limbs, his pieces scattered across the field and he didn't have the strength to pull himself together. The kiss was short, but what he needed to pull himself back to reality, his mismatched eyes locked on her face until she stooped to simply hold him- or at least this Part of him- 'I'm sorry', he wanted to say. But he couldn't. He could only weep, nestled against her tattered chest, and he was content to stay there. After what felt like an eternity, he felt another sensation- a horse's muzzle rubbing against the back of his head in the Vitala's arms, but Christof didn't move- he couldn't, really. He felt numb. He felt empty. The Insanity might have been just that, but it had had terrible truths to its despair. Not even experience could save him from it.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 9:24 am
Sheridan blinked several times, trying to clear his eyes, to see through the clouds that had obscured his vision. An ear twitched, the sound of his friend's voice reaching him, the dragon beginning to stir as his senses returned. He lifted his head, somehow feeling lightened by the knowledge that his friend had survived, though whether he was worse or better Sheridan did not yet know. Another groan, the dragon moved, hoping to stir life back into his limbs. he pulled one forelimb under himself, his hand planted against the ground as he attempted to push himself to stand. It was a valiant attempt, but an unsuccessful one. Come on, Sheridan, on your feet. Apparently he was not very good at listening as he was most certainly doing exactly what Petro had suggested he not do.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:28 am
Home, the voices whispered, and fog swept over the world and Siddie's mind and
everything was wrong
There was no self-control, no free will, and for the first time she could see, clearly and literally, the silk strings that held her immobile and controlled everything she did. Everything, even what she had thought she did for herself and herself alone. All the things that she had done in her life, all the ways she had tried to break away from a future planned without her consent, measured steps in a prearranged dance.
Give up, said the fog.
Nothing you do is of any consequence. The shattering of the world and the pain of falling glass shards were a welcome shock. She was bleeding, flat shadowy darkness dripping slowly out of numerous tiny slashes, but reality had returned. Siddie clung to Sammy and Sibyl and cried silently, deeply shaken.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 1:34 pm
HP: 16 - 9 - 9 = -2
It must be the end of times.
That's how it felt, staring up at the sky as the voices and screams rung out, the sky breaking apart and showering it's broken shards onto those below. Mot held his hands over his head, shaking as everything fell down on him. The ground shook, his heart pounded. He wasn't sure what was happening or how he would come out of this, if at all.
By the time all was back to relative normality, the reaper was shaking with fear and pain.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 2:56 pm
After Hel had delivered that pitiful swing, something blue, soft and furry collided with her. The reaper was about to swat at it with her spear, incase it happened to be another JOY creature, but the familiar yips of her FoxFire caused her to dismiss her weapon. “ Vili!” The reaper cried. “ You have horrible timing!” She wrapped her arms around the FoxFire, and it was around that time that the fog started to shift and the whispers started up. She stared as the fog gathered and like many others, was not prepared for what happened next. Her arms tightened around the mini-pet as the wave of insanity exploded and washed over them, and nothing could prepare her for was she was exposed to next. So many things she didn’t want to see and hear… Weak. That’s what she didn’t want to see or hear, but it defined everything she worried about. Weak was how her knees felt after the wave released her, in addition to the whimpering of the foxfire in her arms and underneath her hat. Hel uttered a sound of annoyance under her breath, about to try and comfort the minis when the sound of shattering glass interrupted any attempts. The ghoul gave a startled try and tore the hat containing Foo-Foo off of her head and pressed it against her chest along with Vili. She crouched, curling protectively over the two as it rained glass upon them, and gritted her teeth as the ground shook. Finally the calm came. Hel felt stiff as she wobbled back to a standing position, shaking the remaining glass shards off of her. She felt chilled to the bone right now…and it wasn’t from the cold. The minis were oddly silent for the moment, and Hel took that time now to scan the area. Many of her friends and peers seemed to have others to rely on for the moment, and she looked harder for someone in particular…ah! Oh dear…he look worse for wear. Her brows furrowed as she started towards Mot, and upon reaching him, shifted the foxfires to one arm so that a hand could come out to rest on his shoulder, where she gave it a reassuring squeeze. There really were no words to say right now…’are you alright’ was a pretty stupid thing to ask. My HP: 35 – 9 – 9 = 17/40
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 3:06 pm
Danny's eyes flitted to Taryn as she collapsed against Roch's side. Wow the ghoul was looking at least battle-worthy moments ago, and now she was down for the count. Just what had gone on out here?
"I can carry her?" she offered, considering Roch had a limp, and Taryn was in no good shape to walk. Danny actually felt relatively bad that she wasn't hurt as badly as them. Relieved, but sympathetic.
She was also attempting to divert the Rikki question. Hopefully the attempt would be successful.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 3:09 pm
Mot settled as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up from his crouched position to find a pleasant sight for sore eyes. The reaper was hurt, and tired, but seeing her brought a smile to his face. She seemed okay, despite all that happened, physically anyway. He couldn't bear the thought of Hel getting hurt. FooFoo yipped from within Hel's grasp, tail wagging as he sniffed the air. Master was here! Mot blinked at the sight of the foxfires, wondering why they were around but passed it off for now. Mot got to his feet, wrapping Hel in a tight hug. "I'm glad you're safe.." He murmured softly. "...Let's get out of here."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 3:19 pm
Hel gave the grim a small smile in return, blinking as she was enveloped in a tight hug, which she returned to the best of her ability with one arm. So what the fox fires got crushed between them? They’d live. “ I’m glad you are still here.” And you know…not anywhere else. There was a comfort in seeing him right before her, and she wrapped her arm about his shoulders to help keep him upright. “ Ah yes…you need to rest and get warm.” Rest and warmth were sounding pretty good right now.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 3:25 pm
Mot let her go once FooFoo started to growl. All this lovey dovey affection was all well and good, but only when it was all directed at FooFoo. Only FooFoo. Always FooFoo.The grim reaper gave a small nod of his head. "Right.." Ah, he always seemed to come out of a battle in terrible shape. It was like a track record of injuries. It kind of made him feel like a weakling. Mot turned, and headed back to the dorms with Hel. ((Exiting))
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 3:51 pm
Hel could only spare a tired, curious glance at Foo-Foo when he growled, and gave a nod of her head to the reaper when he started to move. She couldn’t help but glance around at all the glass once more, and was then grateful to see the landscape outside of the school once more. Any other matters…they’d be dealt with tomorrow…right now?
It just seemed best to return to the dorms and recuperate…and that was what she planned to do.
((Exiting))
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 4:06 pm
Calder noticed the kiss, but said nothing of it. Not now anyways. There would be a time to prod the pair of them privately. For now, she stepped back and looked about.
"His parts should be trying to get together. If you spot them, place them on my skin. They'll stick." He said. "He's much too big for you to carry all of him, and he'll need new stitching." She'd need knew stitching too. "I can take you to the Infirmary. I'm going that way." She spoke, and turned to pick up a foot that was laying on the ground, turning her head to stick it to her side.
"If any of you are really hurt, please. I'll take you to Nurse Cricket." He called out, hoping that the weird creatures hadn't demolished that place by now.
(( Calder is a white mare. If you want a ride to the Infirmary, you can NPC Calder lowering down to let them on her back. Her skin is naturally gripping and would suction them in place. ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:08 pm
"Is it morning?" Barth asked, still a little out of it. When had they attended the play? How long had they shuffled through the snow? He had only seen the morning a few times in his life.
He felt Calder change, and made a tired, "Nnn," in protest, finding the area of skin near one of Calder's freshly-stitched wounds with his claws, not touching, but concerned.
"You've probably ripped them again," Barth said. His own middle worse than sore. He could feel his skin straining against the stitches, threatening to rip apart, and everything around it was bruising.. It hurt to have any pressure or touch to his back and stomach.
Amrita was cradling Christof's head. For a moment, Barth panicked- but the Contract was still intact. Christof's arm was somewhere. He was just...dismembered. That was normal, at least.
"Christof," Barth said tiredly. "Amrita. ...Do you know where the rest of him is?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:13 pm
Savior....couldn't believe what was going on, with all the strange voices and the sudden sounds. The mind of the Marrowstripe was usually calm, quiet - nothing really could touch her thoughts because there were hardly any thoughts there to begin with. Still these sounds were disconcerting and she panicked a bit, shrieking loudly for what seemed like an eternity (but really was probably just one loud whoop), and then she fell silent. Everyone was moving away, going somewhere, and she would need to follow.
Where they were going, would she find out what all that was about? Someone could tell her what was going on, right? Why was Savior in clothing that made her feel....strange (and girly)? What had that thing been, all those voices? Hopefully there would be answers or else the monster would be curious for a long time.
Or at least until she fell asleep next, in which case she'd even forget she had questions to begin with.
FINAL HP 32 - 18 = 14 pts
( exiting post )
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:20 pm
Danny! Taryn had forgotten! In fact, everything was a bit foggier now... Her first glance was to the demon's tail to make sure it hadn't been extinguished, and then she blinked up at the ghoul's face.
"I'm fine, I'm fine..." The chimera's legs still felt sturdy, whereas the rest of her.. actually kind of ached. Hm. She was beginning to realize that maybe she did need the infirmary after all... wasn't she leaning on Roch a bit too hard?
Lucky for Danny, Taryn had no idea who 'Rikki' was and definitely wasn't of sound enough mind to ask.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:29 pm
"Let her carry you," Roch said quietly. "At least a bit until I've got my legs back," he said. "Shouldn't take much longer. But I'm just ready to get you guys patched up and drop into bed. I definitely need some sleep." And he started for the infirmary, expecting them to come along. ((Exiting!))
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