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 Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 9:27 pm
Tybalt scoffed at the sign, tempted to tear it down. The only thing stopping him was the possibility of giving away signs that people have been through the area and likely endangering their lives.
"While I'm very interested in finding out more about these strangers, I think I have to agree with Jove." He answered, grinning a little as the wisp tugged Ren in the direction of the forest. "That and I'm sure we'll have better luck in the forest than any hunters that may be lurking about." He added, sharing Ren's thought about the possibility of them being the ones responsible.
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poke mattix rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 10:51 pm
Something seems to have separated from the mass of fog, staring hungrily in your direction. It tries to talk, but instead, hisses lowly, though you can make out a single word as it speaks.
Home. ((OOC: Damage Done: 3 Target: Tybalt HP remaining: 10
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OnionGrump rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 10:21 am
The low hissing alerted the black dog just in time to allow him to at least turn towards his attacker before it hit him. Though when he did, he found that it was none other than another of those wretched fog creatures they fended off not moments before. Really. He was starting to grow tired of them.
With a pained hiss of his own, he gripped the creature, keeping it at arms length and preventing it from moving closer. Though while he did, it looked as though it was trying to form words... It was difficult to tell and all that came out of the creature was another series of hisses, with the exception of maybe one word.
Home?
"Yeah well I want to go home too, yah dumb b*****d!" He snarled, kicking at the creatures midsection with the toe of his boot; forcing it back.
HP: 34/40
Target: Fog Shadow
Damage: 2
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Kyrieko rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 10:39 am
LW shivered, crouching closer to her boilfriend as they hid behind the rock. She didn't like this strange feeling of being in familiar territory that was not familiar at the same time. She knew these woods just like Jove. But they felt wrong to her. And looked wrong. The scents were similar...and yet they sent chills down her spine.
And those figures...oh Jack were they hunters?! A cold feeling appeared in the pit of her stomach, phantom pain reminding her of her last meeting with a hunter. The she-wolf curled her fingers tightly around Ren's, silent while her heart pounded.
When the thing appeared from the fog, LW froze, unable to make her legs move at all. Like a prey caught in the eyes of a predator. OhJack OhJack OhJack-
How pathetic. Some werewolf I am.
Thankfully the boils managed to defeat...whatever it was. LW just sat on the ground, head lowered in a shameful manner only looking up when Ren spotted something. A sign of some sort. LW shuddered. That sounded like something hunter related alright. She glanced at Jove, then Tybalt, nodding in agreement with the two of them. With some willpower, she got back to her feet, still feeling embarrassed and ashamed at how scared she was acting.
And then another fog creature appeared, this time targeting Tybalt. Startled, LW did pretty much the same thing she'd done when Tybalt scared her. Except this time, instead of going for the throat, she slashed at the creature with extended claws and a frightened yet pissy growl. Why did thing have to keep scaring her, Jackdamnit!
HP: 40/40
Target: Fog creature
Damage: 3
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 11:01 am
Jove was tugging him towards the forest, and Ren was half inclined to go with the boil. He gave Tybalt a glance, nodding his head as his free hand found LW's again, clenching her fingers tightly -
- at least until they were found again, just on the edge of the forest, by another one of the fog creatures. Ren pressed his lips together, feeling frustrated.
"What are these things?" he hissed, and disentangled himself yet again from Jove and LW, leaping forward and slashing at the smoggy, grey wisp of a creature with his talons. "Get away!"
[ HP: 40/40
Target: BLOB THINGY
Damage: 3 ]
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poke mattix rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 4:19 pm
The mob shadow howledin pain, but it still remained standing ((OOC: Damage Done: 0 Target: Tybalt HP remaining: 2
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OnionGrump rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 4:22 pm
The pained howls did little to calm the black dog. Sure he was hurting the creature--if not killing it, but it struck at him first! What was he supposed to do? Stand there and take it?
Unlikely.
With another snarl and the help of LW and Ren, Tybalt grabbed hold of the creature again, only this time he didn't throw any punches or kicks. Instead, he exposed, what he assumed was its neck, and sunk every serrated tooth he had into it, only to tear them free again.
"Go back to whatever hell you crawled out of!" He spat once he could speak again.
HP: 34/40
Target: Fog Shadow
Damage: 3
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 8:09 pm
The fog was too eerie - too thick, and too quiet, muffling the very air around them. Ren held tightly to LW and Jove, one hand clutching his ghoulfriend's, the other arm wrapped around his little brother's shoulders. Tybalt was somewhere on LW's other side, and Ren kept glancing over at all of them to make sure they were still there.
In front of them, a small flag waved halfheartedly - orange and black, with an all-too-familiar crest on it. Ren frowned, his fingers stretching out to touch the tattered cloth.
"We should - "
Except the sentence was never finished, the words dying in Ren's throat. An odd buzzing noise had started to fill the air, and everything around him seemed to spin until -
Zap.
Complete and utter blackness.
....
....
Waking up was like trying to drag himself up out of a pool of water - slow and extraordinarily difficult. He could hear muffled footsteps, shuffling noises, and with a great deal of effort, Ren forced his eyes open.
Then he wished he had kept them shut.
He was sitting back to back with three other figures - figures he was quite positive were LW, Tybalt, and Jove, since he could still smell the familiar vanilla that was purely the shewolf, and he could catch a glimpse of pale blue fur to his left. That left the last figure to be - hopefully - the black dog. All four of them were tied together with thick bands of rope, and around his neck a heavy steel collar that rubbed irritatingly at his skin.
It reminded him of the cages - the hunter cages from that incident. Perhaps he wasn't in a cage now, perhaps he wasn't behind bars, but this was still the same.
They were trapped.
The landscape around them was still the same - as barren and black charred as it had been before they had been caught. The lighting was too dim to make out much, other than that they all seemed to be heaped in a series of what might have been caves. And in front of them -
Is that...who I think it is?
It was difficult to say, considering that someone had just stepped up in front of them - an unfamiliar undead, carrying heavy, dark chains and looking as though he were about to conk them all over the head with them. Ren felt panic rising in his throat, dread settling in his stomach. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, nothing at all, but -
"Wait! I'll do this."
It was him again - the only familiar person. Ren would have not mistaken him for anyone else in the world, but he seemed to have lost his voice, his mouth opening and then closing once more, trying to twist around to see what the others were doing, if they were all right.
I don't understand, his mind screamed frantically. What does he mean, spies? Dead? I'm not dead, I'm not, I'm right here, what's going on?!
I'm not dead. I'm alive. I'm alive.
What happened to us?
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 8:23 pm
The walk through the woods was surprisingly short, but Jove had seen enough. He huddled even closer to the gryphon as he saw old, familiar landmarks, all in various stages of ruin. Time was never kind in the wild, but it was as though the presence of hunters had made the once beautiful forest into a dead and dying wasteland.
Jove was so caught up in what had happened to his forest, his only thought before he blacked out was simple. Why had the cicadas had been left alone?
When he woke, he was confused and disoriented. His head spun, and the talk he heard nearby seemed loud enough to make the pup wince and fold his ears back. That was Arel's voice. Had they failed the trial? If the trials were over, why... why were they still tied up?
The pup let out a little whine, hoping Ren or Tybalt to either side of him could explain what was going on.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 10:47 pm
With a shuddering moan, the fog creature dissolved into fog
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 2:12 pm
Her head pounded. Heart raced. She couldn't remember what exactly had happened. A flag. They'd seen a flag. An Amityville flag. Ren and reached out towards it. A strange sound, like zapping had followed...and then nothing. Nothing but black oblivion. Ughhhh! Her head. The she-wolf reached up to rub her face- except she couldn't move her arm. Or the other one.
Eyes fluttering open, LW blinked furiously until she was able to make out the ropes around her. And the chains. And an awful and irritating weight around her neck. W-What...what the hell?!
She was tied up. And chained. Like a caged beast. Just minus the actual cage.
O-Oh Jack. What...no breathe. Remember to breathe and not panic-
Why was she Jacking tied up?! Where was she? What was going on?! LW tried to move again, a strangled whine escaping. Yeah, so much for not panicking. Her heart was pounding (as was her head) and it didn't dawn on her until after she heard voices that she was not alone. And no, not just the speakers. There were warm bodies to her sides and one at her back. Ren and Tybalt she confirmed after a quick glance to either side. So then Jove must be the one behind her? Right?
What? Dead?! I-I'm not dead! Am I? It...this doesn't feel the same...
She was trembling, curled up as much as she could. One of the voices sounded strangely familiar, but LW couldn't quite see the speaker. Nor did she try really hard to anyways (though some part of her mind was flashing to a familiar office with an annoying secretary...). In fact, the only thing she did do - besides freak out - was move her hands around until she could curl her fingers around either Ren's or Tybalt's hand. Didn't matter which at this point.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 4:22 pm
Tybalt felt dizzy. One moment they had all been walking through the woods, when they spotted the flag and the next? The next, he was waking up with a splitting headache, only to find that he was unable to get up. That was probably when he snapped.
"What the JACK!?" Where everyone else was keeping their panic strictly to their minds and expressions, Tybalt was spazzing and displaying quite the show as he strained and fought against the chains that bound him in place.
"Dead my a**!" He spat at the secretary, ignoring the other person altogether. "You half pint little s**t! AREEEL! Let us go! How the hell is intervening in the trials allowed!?" This was the trials right? What did they have to do this time? Escape the school or some crap? It better not involve climbing more cliffs!
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 4:38 pm
Arel blinked several times in confusion. "Trials?" He turned towards the other undead for a second, "Do you know what they're talking ab-"
BANG.
The entire cave shook furiously, several survivals scrambling left and right, shouting incoherently. There was a second bang and then a third-
- Everything exploded in dust and debris, a strange smell, the smell of the fog, wafting into the cave. It was impossible to see now, clouds of dirt and smoke flying everywhere, though through the haze, there was a distant noise, an electric ZAP-
- Screaming, more muffled shouts, someone yelling loudly "HUNTERS, SOUND THE ALARM", the noise of something, bells perhaps, clanging loudly, clearly-
- Suddenly cut off by a burst of light. There were more now, flecks of light, of colour in the room, glowing beyond the haze, the fog, the smoke, the dust clouds. And the yelling, sounds, of metal clashing against metal, of snarling, furious cries, of someone telling the others to "Evacuate now".
Mere minutes, everything was dead silent again. Silent, as the smoke and fog cleared, revealing an entirely empty cavern, revealing signs of anarchy and chaos littered on the ground, unmanned weapons and broken furniture. Revealing a figure walking towards the still restrained students, a figure wearing a long white coat emblazoned with gold. They knelt on the ground for a second, examining one of the damaged equipment on the ground with a small frown, their coat dangling on the ground a moment longer, the gold insignia on the back shaped like two scythes crossing each other.
"Sir, we've got the lead of the other escapers. Permission to pursue them?" Another of the attackers had appeared, saluting the first figure smartly. The figure nodded shortly, curtly, watching them leave before standing up, patting down his coat.
"Now," He began, his hair a shocking red even in the dim light, as he examined the trainees with a rather amused expression, "This is probably the most interesting thing I've seen all month. The refugees left you clearly here to die, but, and do correct me if I'm wrong of course," the figure pulled up a chair, casually sitting level with them, "I don't think you are from here at all."
"Sir!" A second voice, and then another person. For some students, perhaps in another lifetime, they might have even found the person familiar: a human dressed in a simpler design of the first's coat, cropped hair tied in a loose ponytail. "Once we are done here, they are requesting backup at the southeast portal entrance."
The red-head sighed. "Ben."
"Yes, sir?"
"Ben, seriously, call me Ben, its not hard." 'Ben' was putting a hand to his face, one of long suffering. "Caelius, I swear to god, one day you are going to call me Ben, and the world is going to e-"
"With all due respect sir, they are still waiting for your backup after this interrogation."
'Ben' sighed, leaning forwards on his chair again. Maybe if the students were on the same side, they would have been good friends, it was a pity really. "Okay, well apparently I have some more important things to do"- yes, there were airquotes -"But it was really interesting meeting you. Hope to see you back at base then, good talk all." He signaled for two others. "Keep an eye on them until I get back okay, don't move them quite yet, I still have questions, and I am seriously, seriously getting goosebumps just thinking of the others tampering in this before I have a chance at it."
Blank stares from the two other humans. Ben hung his head in defeat. "Just- just don't touch anything." He put a hand on Caelius's shoulder, which the other simply brushed off, the two of them disappearing back into the fog and smoke.
There was a moment of silence longer, and then the sound of a high-pitched whining noise: an electric charge.
"Dude," began the first of the two sentries in charge of 'watching' the students, "He said not to do anything, put that thing down?"
"Aw, come on," argued the other, "We've been stuck doing sentry duty all day. Wouldn't you think it would be funny just to prod them like, once?" He walked over to the students, a feral grin on his face, holding what looked like a glowing dagger. "Hi there little creatures, how about we play a little game to ease the boredom? You tell me everything you know, or I'll stick you, with my little ah, friend here."
OOC - Your student is still trapped... OR ARE THEY? -You notice that your ropes are actually starting to come loose, or maybe its just how awesome you are, whatever the case is, you feel it no longer restrains your Fear as much! Maybe the effect has worn off? Roll a 100-sided dice and match your dice roll to the result. If anyone is free, move to the ESCAPE phase. You can continue rolling until you are freed - Your character CAN have a chance of dying during the ESCAPE phase. If they are dead, then please RP their death solo accordingly. Your team can still function without their "leader" alive. 1-30: You wriggle the ropes just slightly, but no luck. 31- 60: You feel several coils come loose, and you try to continue the conversation with your captors in order to distract them. 61-100: YOU ARE FREE. You quickly bolt as fast as you can, looking for the nearest exit, despite the shouts nearby. You must now move to the ESCAPE phase. YOU ARE ESCAPING:- Roll a 6-sided dice to try to escape. If you roll ODD, you feel a strange sensation, a ZAP - this is the last thing you see. YOUR STUDENT IS NOW DEAD (not even dissipated, gone forever) - If you roll even you are FREE. You head outside but... are you alone? The fog is so thick around you, you can't see a thing (please wait here for further gm prompts, feel free to interact with anyone else who got freed or post rp reactions to those who didn't).
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OnionGrump rolled 1 100-sided dice:
42
Total: 42 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 4:45 pm
If there was one thing that got the black dog to stop his outburst of anger, it was the explosion.
It startled him into silence, and in an attempt to save at least his eyes from the dust and debris, Tybalt squeezed them shut, choosing instead to use his ears and listen. At least then maybe, if he could hear past all the screaming and yelling he could attempt to figure out what the Jack had just happened.
But he heard nothing. Not a sound. All had gone silent.
Was it over?
Though the noises had faded, he didn't open his eyes again until an unfamiliar voice cut through the silence. When he did open them, he found the one thing he hoped he never would
White coats.
So the hunters were here..? And they even still intended to interrogate them..?
The black dog let out a low growl, glaring defiantly back at them. There situation hadn't changed much, with the one exception that these creatures would likely have a nastier end for them.
"Bloody hunters..." He growled through clenched teeth, daring them to try anything. Only for his attention to snap back towards the two others before them when the one suggested his game.
"Like hell! You two probably wouldn't remember anything we say anyways. All in one ear and the other, right?" Always a bad idea, to provoke the ones holding them captive, but he needed to distract them so they could escape. If not for him, for the others.
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Kyrieko rolled 1 100-sided dice:
34
Total: 34 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 4:57 pm
Like she hadn't already been freaking out before. Mostly silently. And ever since waking in that fog in what was familiar woods yet..not, the she-wolf had been in a constant state of panic. That didn't seem to be having any signs of disappearing just yet.
....or so she thought.
For the second time in about the same length of said time, LW was startled and shrieked when Tybalt started to spazz and shout at who she was sure was Jacking Arel! And that seemed to be all the she-wolf could handle before snapping.
"TYBALT! So help me as soon as I get free I am kicking your furry butt!" To emphasize she struggled against her restraints.
And then...something exploded. Or a few of them. Skulls, she didn't know! Unable to do anything but sit there as she was, LW ducked her head and squeezed her eyes shut to try and protect her face the best she can. When there was silence, she was almost too terrified to look and see what the damage result was. What if...if the others... No. I can still feel them.
One eye cracked open to a slit as she looked around. Then both eyes fell upon two figures. Wearing all to familiar coats. Her blood ran cold, the color fading from her face. Hunters! Of course. Of course damn Hunters would show up! But slowly, the cold was replaced with heat. Partially anger and another part fear causing that instinct to survive to return.
"Touch us with that and I'll be sure you lose something precious." LW hissed, a growl rumbling from her chest where her heart pounded at dangerous levels.
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