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 Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 6:16 pm
courtyardNo, s**t, of course it couldn't be something as explicable as overindulgence. It probably had something to do with the vines keeping them trapped there and the silence from their weapons. Just another day on Deus..."I don't think we have to worry about it. Whatever's wrong with you has probably already spread," Evan replied, his gaze following the other Hunter's to watch as someone coughed themselves to the ground. "You'll be fine," Evan assured the other man firmly, but not unkindly. "Deep breaths," he said, his grip loosening as he ushered them away. Maybe if they could get to the dorms, get him some water or to bed--he didn't need to be out here if he was sick. He would only get hurt, or get in the way. He tried to move them towards the dorms more quickly as something emerged from the wall of vines. He didn't get them that far, though, when a welcome face met up with them. "Nora," Evan said on a sigh of relief, glad to see her safe, if a bit disheveled. He frowned as she mentioned her upset stomach, reaching out to brush her hair out of her face and feel her forehead. She didn't feel warm--if anything, she felt clammy. "That seems to be going around," he said. "Stay away from that. Neither of you are fit for combat right now, especially if you can't hear your weapons. Let the others deal with it." And from the sounds of it, it was certainly being dealt with. "Did you see Stormy or the others on the way out?" Quote: virus counter: 1 hp: 60/60
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 6:24 pm
[ Courtyard ]Being picked up by Robert was something to be expected by now, but a reflexive fear that it might be a vine lifting her in the air caused a startled squeak. Peter, meanwhile, was delighted by this sudden motion, regardless of why it was happening - he squealed and laughed for just a moment, until the alarms wore him down again. Mimsy didn't have time to enjoy the reaction. She just settled into her husband's arms, shifting the baby until he could rest more securely between them. It was much easier to keep her eyes on him, when she didn't have to worry about watching where they were going, and she stared at him with a sad little smile. Feeling the step backwards, she turned her attention to Robert, head tilted up towards him. Hearing his confidence in his plan began to falter made her feel weak, heightening the persistent ache throughout her body, and she found a renewed gratitude in his willingness to carry her. "I don't know." Her words trembled, mirroring exactly how stable she felt at the moment. "Robert, I truly do not know. It was not supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be safe. And we--" No. They would still have a forever together as a happy family. They didn't need a house to have a home. They could rebuild, because they would have each other. They would. "I have daggers, should we choose to make a barrier, but I do not know if it would be enough." She leaned her head into him, and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, seeking habitual comfort. "Can you see the lighthouse from here? Can we leave? Run away together?" Virus Counter: 1 HP: 60/60
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 6:32 pm
[ Courtyard ]
By now, Wilson had crept over to the hole in the wall and squinted his eyes at Lucky.
b***h, don't do it.
Virus Counter: 1
HP: 25/60
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 6:42 pm
courtyardThe glaring worked. Dawson backed away, metaphoric tail tucked and shoulders hunched. Maybe he had been too hasty; he was scared, he was helpless, and he felt very alone without Syn directing him. No, even more than scared. He looked as pale as some of the sicker hunters, even though he didn't feel any worse. Yet. That was the operative word. He didn't question why Maebe snapped at him and merely bowed his head. "Sawry," Dawson mumbled. He didn't know what to do. Creedence's was clearly sick, but Maebe wanted to take care of it, but what if Maebe got hurt, but what if he would just get in the way, but what if they both left, what was he supposed to do— Quote: dawson
virus counter: 4 hp: 50 runics: barrier dagger
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 6:54 pm
[ DORMS ]Noemi hadn't heard the exchange between Koume and Milo, but since the green hunter seemed pretty happy, she assumed that Koume must be okay!
"She's okay!" Noemi said brightly! "That's good! I wonder when Melusine will talk?"
But she was watching Milo carefully. Just in case.
Quote: Noemi: 50/50 Virus Counter: 5
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 7:10 pm
DormitoriesJan had been nowhere to be found and Melvin left the courtyard after the commotion settled to find him. Whatever was happening was not stopping and he didn't want Jan to be out of sight when something eventually came again.
Heading to his room, he knocked. "Jan? Jan, are you in here?" He tested the door, finding it locked.
He knocked again. "Jan, it's me. Melvin. Are you okay?" The knocking became more frantic. Quote: HP: 50/50 Virus Counter: 6
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 7:17 pm
[ Dorms ] In the span of a few hours, Jason had managed to get himself out of bed and towards the edge of his room, peeking outside, his coat thrown on haphazardly and hair a mess, and his gloves securely on and keeping his hands covered from prying eyes. He walked out, as confused as ever and stood there wondering just what was going on, unsure as to weather the bodies he could see on the floor were dead or not. Quote: Name: Jason Location: Dorms Virus counter: 1 Items: Bandages HP: 60
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 7:19 pm
[DORMS]
Lawr moved to the door when he recognised the voice outside. "Yes, yes, I am quite all right." he said, unlocking it and giving Melvin a strange look. "You all right pardner?"
He seemed utterly oblivious to the alarm lights and all of the other chaos in the halls. "I was just erm. Keeping a low profile. Out of sight out of mind."
HP: 50/50
Counter: 1
Melee Dice 2d6-6
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 7:24 pm
[Courtyard]In the space of a second, her decisiveness faltered. He was giving her those puppy dog eyes, and he looked like she'd just slapped him in the face. She knew that look. She felt every single regret come to surface all at once until she wanted to just lie down and moan about it. Why did he have to be so precious? Why did she have to give a s**t? She should have known better. No, she did know better. Maebe took a long, cleansing breath, and walked up to him. She took him by the face, and pressed her forehead against his. "When this is all over, you and I are going to have a really long talk." She told him, her face cringing slightly at the softness of his cheeks. Christ, he felt weird without a beard. "Until then, go. Be safe." She hesitated, because no beard was actually freaking her out, before she pulled him closer and gave him one seconds worth of a chaste kiss against his lips. Then she put her hands on his arms, turned him around forcably, and set her foot against his a** to shove him out of the way. When she was sure he was moving, she turned back around, getting into a jog to follow after Creedence. "And grow back that beard, you big baby." She called out over her shoulder, the inevitable smirk on her face hidden from view.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 7:33 pm
Dorms
"Yeah, yeah. That's - That's good." He said, looking around and looking back at Jan. "That's good and all but this place might come down anymoment beacuse things are coming and I don't know if you should be hiding in your room when it comes down. That that outside is safer but at least you'll see what's coming and not having a roof falling on you though I don't really know how I'm going to keep you safe with Saliva not working. Um, do you have any water?" He asked, feeling a little thirsty.
Quote: HP: 50/50 Virus Counter: 6
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 7:48 pm
"What are you doing?" Creedence snapped, voice low and full of acid as Maebe caught up. She didn't look back at Dawson, under the swimming thoughts and pain, guilt was already creeping in. The idea that she might have just lost one of the few friends she had here was too much to deal with right now. She didn't want to die. She knew how these things went and she didn't want to die. HP: 40 Virus: 35
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 7:48 pm
[DORMS]
Lawrence looked up at the ceiling. "It seems rather sound at present, but you may well have a point. The people outside however do not sound as if they are faring much better if I'm honest." He shot a glance over at the window which was crowded with vines.
He nodded. "I do, however have some water." he turned to pull out a small neat drawer - the room was absolutely impeccable after its previous decimated and dusty state. The only clutter was the remains of a lamp on a table which was in the process of meticulously being rebuilt. He removed a bottle of water from the drawer, wiped the cap with a soft white cloth and handed it over.
"I feel a little ill which is unusual, I am normally in fantastic health, perhaps it is related to the weapons being missing?" It was admittedly unusual losing Butch again after getting him back so very recently.
HP: 50/50
Counter: 1
Melee Dice 2d6-6
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 7:52 pm
The Semblance of Unity [Dorm -> Courtyard - Horace] Brought Mark outside, into the courtyard.
He nearly threw away his radio in rage before he remembered he needed it, and just sort of stared at Horace and Oliver, unblinking.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 7:54 pm
[ Dorms ]"Fear not," Edgar assured her, clasping her hand between both of his. "We shall leave trials of combat to thy lessers, and 'tis safety we shall seek. Wouldst thee accept a place of hiding underground? The room I have laid claim to, 'tis sturdy through stone and iron, kept clean and suited for true royalty. I vow my intent hath purity; merely the thought of a princess of such perfection in an unkempt basement dwelling verily troubles my mind." Virus Counter: 3 HP: 40/40
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 7:54 pm
Having been put in a calmer mood by her own force of will, Maebe did not snap back at Creedence when she caught up to her. "Somebody needs to stick with you. You're sick, and you could hurt someone, or yourself. So guess what, tart? I'm your new bodyguard." At least, until her body started to turn. "If you were smart enough to be able to handle s**t on your own, you wouldn't be in this position right now. But since you don't give a s**t about me, and I don't give a s**t about you, it won't be a big deal if either of us has to lay some smack down along the way to keep people safe. Right? Riiight." Maebe gave Creedence a long, careful look. She had no experience with the woman, but from what little she did know, this wasn't like her at all. And that was bad news. "You're smart to get away from the people you care about. That's why I'm here. Get it? Of course you do. So keep walking. Maybe you'll get better. Who knows." She did not sound hopeful. Quote: Maebe: Virus Counter: 1 HP: 46
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