It was amazing how many of the hunters, students, even the horsemen, were hitting each other instead of the boss. She felt useless just sitting here, but knew she would cause more harm then good if she was to try and help.
Distance: 6
Kat's HP: 30/30 (Thanks to being a Popsicle 8U) Charges used: unavailable Battle Effect: two 6 sided die for melee Runic Items OR Artifacts used: none Distortion used: none Damage done: not attacking Description: Now has short hair, currently dressed in a black robe and as well as Gale's scarf and Jake's sash to keep warm. (POSSIBLY AN ICICLE AT THIS POINT LOL)
Finally he managed to orient himself bossward, landing a hit on the writhing fog with a satisfied smirk.
He would show them all, show them how deserving he was, his emotions swinging rapidly from one extreme to another, jealousy of the others around him who seemed to be doing so much better and always would be. Pride that he at least managed to land a hit but ultimately that low level lurking sadness he couldn't shake.
He was wondering if there was drugs in this fog.
CULMULATIVE : 418 DISTANCE: 27
Stats: Name: William Reid Faction: Hunters - Sun HP: 23/50 DMG : 5 Charge: 3/3 Effect: Sun Intermediate +2 dmg Items : Runic Bandages - Unused, Waves of Oceanus - Unused Appearance : Loud, arrogant
human with vibrant red hair and a nasty demeanour,
Was Leon still lost in OMG its julieland? yes he was. the likeliness was uncanny. and the guilt that he felt over not being able to save her only grew. she now belong to heaven knows what. a tool to the powers beyond and their sick ways.
It felt like a horrible fate for a hunter.
(Stage 2) CUMULATIVE Boss damage: 418
Quote:
Your Character's HP: 31/50
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: Appearance: A rugged brunette hunter that wields a chainsaw and has a bristly demeanor, approach with caution. Elf HP: -7/25 Distance: 14
Alexander attempted to push himself back up to his feet, to get back to where he had left his sister. The second he was even partially risen, however, the fog elves accosted him again, yanking on him, sending him sprawling back to the ground. His knee struck against a rock painfully, and he winced.
He ended up getting dragged forward several more feet. The sound of ringing in his ears was almost deafening now and he held hands to his ears, fighting against the pull that continued to drag him towards the void that Medea had been pulled through.
SASHA IS HEALING STORMY USING HER DIVISION BONUS BANDAGES
CUMULATIVE BOSS DAMAGE: 418
It was difficult to tell what was going on around her. The madness was reaching critical levels. Stormy was hurt, hunters attacking hunters and the same seemed to be true for students, as well.
With quick, jerky movements, Sasha quickly healed Stormy, narrowing her eyes slightly at the young Mist. Her mouth was tight and there was little tolerance on her face.
"Careful," Sasha warned once more, shaking her head as she turned back to the fray.
Rep got himself in position for another assault on the Julie creature, whatever the ******** it actually was. Monstrous in the way it revelled in mockery of one of the dead, waving those ******** seductive crowns under their noses the entire time he was more than willing to murder it given half a chance, and the masses of grabbing, meddling elves that milled amongst the combatants and drew them all ever nearer to that swirling white vortex of doom.
But rather than do the logical thing, in the swirl of manic emotions that circled the battle, he found himself honing in on one particular sharp voice, a spike of jealousy edging ahead of the other muddled emotions.
The game was never over.
Tracey collided with shield almost out of nowhere as he smirked toothily. "Reduced to ******** daycare matron I see."
DISTANCE: 22
Stats: Name: William Reid Faction: Hunters - Sun HP: 23/50 DMG : 8 Charge: 3/3 Effect: Sun Intermediate +2 dmg Items : Runic Bandages - Unused, Waves of Oceanus - Unused Appearance : Loud, arrogant
human with vibrant red hair and a nasty demeanour,
Nona made menacing sounds as Sasha's shield was nicked just as she'd finished mending Stormy. Despite her best attempt at simply ignoring Rep, she couldn't help herself - she bared her teeth at the Sun, eyes sparking - a flash of that deep-seated disgust, revulsion, hate, need burning bright in her eyes for the briefest, briefest moment.
"Go ******** yourself."
Annoyed, Sasha went in for another attack - completely missing the fog-Julie before Nona's hooks nicked her own shield.
Stormy chats it up with Sasha before the vortex stuff happens and tries to defend like a turd
So close . . . The crowns were right there. Just a few more feet and she could take them. The scurrying elves, the students, the fog - none of it mattered. Even the dracolich's attack only served to throw her closer to the edge, and while it hurt and she just continued to cry, the crowns - the crowns - !
And then Sasha was pulling her away and for a moment Stormy's fluctuating emotions stilled. The stern expression of the Life hunter calmed her strangely enough - someone in control while she was not. Careful. Caution. Caution mixed with tears and a disappointed snort from her partner.
And then someone with the largest weapon she'd ever seen strolled over and struck Sasha. Something clicked.
She had purpose. The spiraling depression wanted to engulf her again, but if she could just do something well for once, maybe . . . maybe . . .
Sweaty palms gripped her weapon as Stormy tried to lift the greatsword and block the man's next hit. And somehow it worked - somewhat. The strike was far too great for Stormy to handle, and she was forced back the last remaining feet into the vortex.
For a moment, surprise. More tears. And then an oddly serene expression as the swirling fog swallowed her whole.
Rep was absolutely trying to hit Julie. No really. Or at least that's what he'd tell anyone in power if they questioned him on this. In the chaos, snow and fog, errors, mistakes could be made so easily.
"Why should I do that when I have so many people who'll do it for me?" he hissed delightedly at her, weapon at the ready. He would never derail like this normally on a mission but the pull of the crowns was so overwhelming, throwing him out of whack as pride mingled with jealousy in Sasha's direction in the most irresistible way. The trainee Sasha had been helping had only registered as far as her coat initially to Rep, but as he lashed out again at the vile, hateful reflection of himself, he found the blow blocked - briefly.
Very briefly indeed.
He actually stepped back a little from Sasha, eyes wide as the unfortunate girl - who he didn't recognise, he realised too late - was sent reeling into the awful vortex.
He made a face. "Whoops I guess."
Sasha got that vicious smirk again. "Guess that was a waste of good bandages, eh?"
DISTANCE: 17
Stats: Name: William Reid Faction: Hunters - Sun HP: 23/50 DMG : 10 Charge: 3/3 Effect: Sun Intermediate +2 dmg Items : Runic Bandages - Unused, Waves of Oceanus - Unused Appearance : Loud, arrogant
human with vibrant red hair and a nasty demeanour,
weilds a massive two handed lochaber axe.
Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 1:48 pm
It wouldn't have surprised him if it were the same thing. It was certainly as creepy as the last, with the exception that it was missing those creepy little black figures on the trap. Instead, it had something else. They kind of looked like crowns. "I just hope the last mission doesn't repeat itself." He muttered under his breath. He would hate to see that all play out again, especially when he was weaponless.
Nothing was mentioned further, however, because not a moment after, Wilson spotted someone or something and was taking off. Probably to help someone someone. That was when he felt a hand drop onto his head and give it a pat.
"Thanks, I feel so much better." It was sarcasm, but it was of the friendly sort.
Against her better judgment, Mimsy opted to just go with it and strike. She felt Svensyl connect with something that was most certainly more solid than a fog creature, and frowned, displeased that chance had not worked in her favor.
Instead of apologizing, knowing that it would get lost in the fray, she offered a little nod and moved along.
Mimsy's HP: 36/40 Distance: 14 Fear/ Charges used: 0/2 Bonus Battle Effect: Life Bonus - 2d8 for healing once Damage / Healing / Defending done: 4dmg to Ryan
"Of course I mean it, I wouldn't have said it if I didn't." He snarled, only shrug. "Really? I've though we've made progress, since we're not really tearing at each others throats like we used to." If anything it had turned into a rivalry between friends. Silly little competitive arguments that he looked forward to. It was one of the many things he had come to like in Amity.
He would have said something more on the matter, but just then he spotted Mei communicating with someone and that someone was a hunter.
"Hold on a moment." A pause. "And don't you dare go wandering off or anything. Or I'll personally kick your a**!" The 'threat' was accompanied by a grin before he took off in the direction of Mei. Though when he did, he quickly took a strike at the greyed figure, but instead hit something more fleshy.
Hunter, whoops!
"Sorry, accident!" He yelled. Why? He had no idea. It was a hunter after all and they were kind of their enemies. But it really was an accident so... He didn't wait to see if the apology was accepted and instead took off before they had a chance to respond and arrived where Mei and Gene were, just in time for introductions.
So this was that 'Gale' she spoke of.
He didn't say anything however, he instead kept his distance. Even if Mei vouched for him, he was still a hunter and that meant Gale received the look that clearly said 'touch either of them and I'll kill you.'
HP: 32/50 Target: Boss ( hit Mimsy ) Damage: 6 Fear: Discharge ( Y1 swift strikes ), Charge ( Y2 the chill ), Divine Judgement ( Y3 gamblers chance ) Artifacts: x3 Peppermint Candycanes
Belladonna is Attacking The Boss! CUMULATIVE BOSS DAMAGE: 419 Distance: 28
Chaos was a really lovely word, because it described what was going on perfectly. Hunters, Horsemen and Students alike were attacking the creature in the vortex, at least they aimed to. Alexander and Sophie were up ahead, Mort was nearby and Belladonna was just about to work on banding them all together when she instead felt a surge of wanting. Those crowns were just sitting there, pretty little filigreed things that needed to be worn and admired and ooohhhh, she really, really wanted it. Without a look aside at her zombie she stepped forward and felt herself be drawn in by the swirling vortex. Normally she would have made some sort of noise of disapproval, for as she watched the vortex swirl she watched a Hunter girl disappear inside it, but those crowns. The sight of them was all consuming and the shards from the last one only amplified that desire. If she could only help destroy that mist-girl, she could have one... Or all of them. That would work too.
A foot sank into the snow, halting the strange forward draw of the vortex, which gave the witch time to toss out a card at the girl. It flew straight and true, if dropped off considerably in strength as it got closer. Still it was something, for she wanted those crowns.
HP: 35/50 Damage: ?? Artifacts: 3x Peppermint 3x Shard Fear Attacks: Y3 Battle Cry; Y2 The Chill; Y1 Battle Cry Appearance:This only not at all happy ;3;
(Hurr hurr Aye is a derp and definitely doesn't need to rp at work ;;;;;;; Sorry )
It was impossible to stop now. Or so, it seemed to be that way. The elves were still pulling on him and he had no way to stop. His hands grasped for anything to hold on to, to stop his eminent demise, but to no avail. The most he got for his efforts was ice and snow in his hands, which with a growl he chucked at the smiling human now baring down on him with only a few feet separating him and the vortex. The sharp ring of the crowns was so loud now he felt like his head was about to burst. So many emotions were racing through him, colliding against each other. A strong urge to protect, the need to get back to his sister, to his friends, and defend them with what ever he had was overcome quickly with a surge of something else.
Pride. He had done all he could do. He had lasted as long as he could.
And then sorrow, grief, a crushing sadness because it hadn't been enough. His friends would fall and it would be his fault. Mort was infected and it was his fault. Sophie's innocence shattered and it was his fault. They should all hate him.
There was a ringing in Mimsy's ears, bordering painful, competing with the cheerful singing of Svensyl in her mind. His words barely caught her attention - something about readying for the journey down the rabbit hole - but it seemed to be of little importance and she didn't have the energy to deal with his nonsense right now.
As she stumbled closer to the fog-girl, she found herself at the end of another attack. Expecting to see that hunter again, she glanced over her shoulder, finding only a flash of a black tail. She must have been nearing a kind of temporary delirium. There was no other reason that one of the FEAR monsters would apologize for hitting her...right?
Well, whatever the reason, it was becoming more and more clear to her that she would have to be a bit more cautious, working to defend and attack simultaneously. There was no other way to reach that wispy anomaly with all of the haphazard attacks going around.
She wiped at her nose and sucked in a deep breath of cold air through the barrier of her scarf, holding Svensyl in front of her like a thin shield as she backed into the tendrils of fog.
Mimsy's HP: 30/40 Distance: 9 Fear/ Charges used: 0/2 Bonus Battle Effect: Life Bonus - 2d8 for healing once Damage / Healing / Defending done: defended self for 4
