Dragged along he simply followed not witnessing the troubles the other two had on their path, he just didn't really mind too much that Ariane was being a bossy broad with him. He had other concerns to think of like what was waiting for them at the light. What could they expect next? When was his next cup of coffee? Did he remember to pack an extra pair of pants?
It was a little disappointing when it seemed they finally found the tents for their grouping and then it seemed Ariane wasn't content to just rest even after her usual butt pats making him give a grunt and light swats back at her hand in return. Damn woman and her a** fetish.
"Sure, we can do that," he said simply, he wanted to rest but on the other hand? Deryk needed someone to collect him most likely. "Since it seems you are our fearless leader then go on," he gestured at Ariane with a small smirk. Let them see her butt for a change.
..What? Jude is being a creeper? Maybe.
Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 10:20 pm
Deryk was scrambling through the fog, trying to find his comrades. He completely lost sight of where Bul had gone in the chaos.
"Guys! G-guys! WHEREAREYOU!?" he cried out before slowing down as he realized the fog had shifted around him. It no longer was a blanket of whiteness. It looked... like a fairground? Wait this seemed familiar..
"OhnoIthinkI'mlost..." he whimpered lightly to himself while shifting around, trying to find signs of life. He didn't like being here alone. Not at all.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 10:50 pm
"We can head back to camp to rest for a little bit after that," Ariane looked thoughtful as she led the two males back into the fog, keeping the cool light within her sight as she walked away from it; it would be useless to find the camp, and then not know the way back. Since the fog was too thick, she couldn't actually see Deryk... Although she could hear him. Faintly.
It was only for a moment though, and soon, there was silence again.
After some walking around, she realized that there was something odd about the fog around them - it was starting to resemble the 'Fright Night' festival at Amityville... The figures standing around seemed to not be paying them any attention, however, so she continued walking until one of the figures - one darker than the rest of them, and carrying a weapon - addressed her. Something about returning the things that she had taken.
"Yeeeeeaaaah, good luck with that," She replied, casting brief glances at the people with her, wondering if they were seeing and hearing the same things, "Oh sure, I'll go get... The things for you." Without hesitation, she then ran, pulling both Robert and Jude along before they go cray cray.
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Name: Ariane HP: 50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: N/A RP Blurb: ... I'll go get her image later.
Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 12:33 am
"That'd be nice," Jude said thoughtfully as he just went along not seeming to mind his fate as Ariane's personal pet for now. She usually was pretty level headed during times like these and it was important to find Deryk and ...
..Was this suddenly a fair ground? He wasn't sure what to make of the mind tricks the fog was playing with him and then there was the figure that spoke to him and then out right accused him of stealing something, "I don't know what you're talking about I didn't take jack shi--rrk," The weapon was raised and he felt odd and he was being dragged off by Ariane.
Ah! There they were. Deryk was rather relieved to see them, however they weren't quite alone. There was a mysterious figure nearby demanding that he returned stolen goods or something like that.
"W-what? I didn't steal anything! Got the wrong person! N- AAAH!!"
The figured had raised its weapon, but he never quite felt it come crashing down onto him. Thankfully. Still.. something didn't quite feel right after that. Maybe it was just because he had already been blasted by the horsemen earlier. That could very well be it.
Or.. Maybe it was something else. Fidgeting as he was being tugged along, he didn't waste time to start after Ariane.
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Name: Deryk Bond HP: 35 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 15% Items: RP Blurb: Death trainee with a hidden blade. Missing one finger.
Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 6:29 am
"That was surprisingly easy, although you might want to scream like a little girl the next time, to make it easier on us to find you," She had taken hold of Deryk's scarf, and started on the way walk back towards the cool light. It didn't take very long before the hunter campsite came into view again, and she let go of all the "leashes".
They probably wouldn't be staying for long - just enough to grab hold of a few supplies.
[Exit ouo]
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 10:43 pm
Jude followed because he was very attached to not getting choked out by Ariane.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 10:49 pm
Deryk just sort of frowned sadly while being tugged along.
((Exit))
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 11:17 pm
[Enter]
"No you."
Was Ariane's answer to Robert's question.
Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 12:35 am
[ENTER]
As he returned from base with a nifty new bandage in hand he was somehow separated and swallowed up by fog making him slow his step and then he was suddenly holding down a wound. His hands wet with gunk and such from applying pressure his brow furrowed a bit as he just ... pulled away.
What was this about? Why was he here? What business was it of his? As his hand left the wound the bleeding had no cause to try and stop as Jude simply gave no damns, got up, and walked away from the figure brushing off his bloodied fingertips.
For all the leash holding Ariane was doing he'd apparently lost her and she'd lost him. Ariane was a horrible, horrible pet blonde keeper.
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Somehow. Someway.. .Deryk managed to lose the others again. He had no idea how the hell it happened, but it did. And somehow he was on the ground, kneeling by a figure that was apparently horribly wounded.
"..Oh man. Ohmanohman..." he muttered frantically. Did someone on the team get hurt? He couldn't see all too clearly. Panicking, he started to try and see if he could wrap the wound one way or another or just.. stop the bleeding.
Though, it was a failed effort. The being ended up dying. Feeling a chill run through him, he soon realized that this had been... an enemy of sorts? He slowly got back up, feeling a heavy weight in his chest as he began to back away. This wasn't his fault.
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Name: Deryk Bond HP: 35 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 40% Items: RP Blurb: Death trainee with a hidden blade. Missing one finger.
Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 1:35 am
Ariane did not let go of the boys; when questioned about this in the future, she would simply reply that the fog did it. There was no other logical explanation for it, after all. Besides, she had found herself in quite the predicament, even if she had no idea how she got there; her hands were pressing down on someone, and although she could not see well in the fog, she recognized that gooey liquid gushing under her hands to be blood.
For a split second, she seemed to panic; was that Jude? Deryk? Robert? Then she realized that whoever the figure was, he - or she, or it - was not wearing a hunter's uniform. Was it an enemy then? She paused, narrowing her eyes as she searched the figure for some form of identification; the position of her hands made it difficult, however, and she grimaced, wondering if she should just risk removing her hand from - and thus, the pressure that she had been applying onto - the wound.
"If you're a hunter, this should work," She muttered, taking out the runic bandage that she had grabbed from the campsite earlier, and wrapping it around the wound, "If not, bon voyage." At least if it's a hunter, she would have made someone indebted to her... Awesome.
Seconds passed, and the figure did not seem to get better; he tried to stand, but collapsed again, and she thought that she heard a 'thank you' of sorts right before he stopped moving. She paused, standing up as she wiped the blood off on her scarf, not wanting her pretty white coat to be tainted red. It wasn't long before the fog cleared, vanishing along with the figure, leaving only the runic bandage on the ground.
Without a second thought, she picked it up, and continued on her way.
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Name: Ariane HP: 50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: N/A RP Blurb: ... I'll go get her image later.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 11:54 pm
He was lost from his group and this made Jude most displeased as he meandered on through the fog trying to make heads or tails of what was going on and then there was a sudden scent, it was warm almost pleasant making him stop. A voice? He stared at the figure or at least tried to, it was difficult to decide what was happening or even why.
It had apparently volun-told him what to do and the sudden compulsion overcame to pick something or rather anything, probably because he was stuck otherwise not knowing what to do other than ... grabbing a blob-like creature with three eyes and offering it up feeling very little guilt about the whole thing, even as it gave him the three eyed stare of sadness.
Jude watched patiently and then approval was had from the 'cook', that just made him worry more but just to be nice he ... tried it.
Trying to find the others still, Deryk frowned as he continued to wander around almost aimlessly. He felt incredibly nervous. Why couldn't he find the others? Did they abandon him? He was never really all that useful he supposed.. No! That couldn't be it!
In any case, he stopped as he came upon an inky figure. There was... something familiar about her. That voice... her silouette...
Wait. She.. wanted help?
The trainee paused again, then looked to the counter. There were a few.. blobby life form things. Er... he just decided to toss over the vial. The result of the cooking actually.. made him feel kind of good for the first time since entering this hellish place.
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Name: Deryk Bond HP: 35 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 40% Items: RP Blurb: Death trainee with a hidden blade. Missing one finger.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 8:16 am
Ariane wandered around until she found herself unable to do so further - there was a figure in her way. Someone holding onto a tray, and saying things that did not really make any sense at all. With a sigh, she searched the area, looking for a way out; the figure seemed to realize this, and insisted that she help out with whatever she was... Cooking? Baking?
Peering at the counter, she decided on the liquid; it was the only thing that didn't seem to be alive, after all. Although she wasn't sure why she played along, Ariane held onto the liquid after it had been poured out for her. She wasn't about to drink it, but as the figure laughed, she found herself laughing along - despite how cool the fog was, she felt oddly warm... And a little happier.
"Thank you," She muttered, not entirely conscious of what she was doing. The next time she blinked, the figure - along with everything else - had vanished.
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Name: Ariane HP: 50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: N/A RP Blurb: ... I'll go get her image later.
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