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Roch looked at Danny, then Amphi, hearing the cracking noise from the trees above. Without a thought he moved his body, shoving Amphi down so he was bent over her and the crystal statue that had once been Danny. And it hit him. He didn't feel it. The punk boil had turned to a pillar of salt crystal, his last moments used to become a shield for them.

He was dead. His heart had stopped, his life--the life he had been so willing to give away on this trip, just to save the ghoul he loved, gone. He hadn't gotten the chance to give her one last kiss, or even tell her how he felt--how he wished he could hear her voice one more time. No, he was gone.

If he had regrets, he probably would have thought of them in one of his many other death scenes. So those were covered already, right? Except... he really, really wished he'd gotten to see his seventeenth birthday. There would have been cake.

Yes, this is his Death Solo. There was no music, there were no tears, there was just a crystalized version of a punk that died far too young, seeking to protect two people that he loved.

Goodbye, Roch, we will miss you.

Chaos, havoc, pain, tears, crying, screaming, cursing, FEAR exploding everywhere. Gene hadn't a clue what to do. Her adrenaline was gone, and the exhaust set in. She was confused, and a little scared. Her eyes searched for a familiar face, but fell only on the disgrace of a large black human man - dead. He...was dead.

Wait, she'd punched that man. She contributed to his death.

No. Oh Jack no.

The bleak, heavy, soggy black sense of despair came down on her like a weight, bringing her to tears in a moment, and wailing in seconds. She curled into a tight ball and set herself into a rocking motion, bawling. She'd never killed anyone...she never wanted death to happen. Just something close to death, a warning shot. Never death.

Then the world exploded; she cried even harder. She heard the loud cracks, and tried to drown them out with her wails. It worked, and kept working, right until the point a crystal cracked her skull open.

The wailing stopped as soon as the spike hit. As did all cognitive thought, breath, tears, and blood flow. She was dead, gone, crystallized in seconds. No time to think on her now unattainable dreams of owning a cafe, of visiting the White Wolfos homeland, or getting married and having scarelings. Not even a spare moment to steal a glance at Danny and Amphi, or Bea, or Frost. No time to think about apologizing to Mort for dropping him off the face of the planet.

There was no time for anything when one was a crystalline ball.

the totem pole of hellwurm was strong, strong enough to leave a little dent in the barrier. the Levi demi combination was strong and damien himself felt proud at that. All the pride didn't matter once he could feel the ground shake from levi's shoulders and head, the trees shook violently, green leaves fluttered. Shades of green vibrated back and forth between shades like a violent storm.

That was before the wall of white rushed in. and damien was dropped to his feet by his dear sister. "Oh jack, this is bad." he muttered in shock as he clung to the ghouls tail for dear life.


It was his only lifeline to her as she had kissy kissy goo goo eyes with the grumpy. There were far too many times that he left her behind. too many times were they separated and countless demises met between them. "I'm not leaving you two this time!" he pleaded urgently to the ghoul and defiantly wrapped his hand around the tatzels tail. "Not this time!." The repeated words were stressed again as he wobbled on once sure footing.

revenge revenge.....

REVENGE! The words were repeated with increased intensity as the white call flowed closer, more desperate than the last. whatever it was.

It was not going to leave without what it desired, the hellhound knew this for a fact. "levi, west." he moaned sadly, flopped ears only stared at them with deep sad eyes.

he didn't want to die alone anymore, not for someone else's revenge.

She was far too gone to really react properly, her eyes barely catching the impending doom of crystal about to consume them. The lycan was still propped in Shun's arms, the reaper frantically moving to push the crystal back, trying to fight it but it was already too late. It spread like wildfire and Mitsu was affected with just the slightest touch. Arms and legs were useless as the crystal spread, weighing her down in the reaper's arms. Her body began to shake like she was either cold or frightened.

Those crimson eyes looked up toward Shun with such concern and worry. "P-Put me down.." She pleaded. He would only be taken over with her if he held on.

There was a brief moment of recognition, understanding, it was so faint but it was still there. Her eyes glimpsed his good one and softened as she whispered. "I love you." He had uttered that phrase to her earlier and while it didn't hold the normal passion it used to it was still sincere. Like a goodbye.

As Mitzi tried to find her way away from the rapidly growing crystals, she stumbled over a patch that erupted under her feet... and then it was too late for the Reaper ghoul, as the crystals latched onto her feet and quickly began to grow to cover her.

She lashed out with the spear still in her hand, but it wasn't meant for attacking so close to herself, and regardless, the crystals simply grew too quickly. Her spear dissipated as the crystals rapidly overtook her, and she barely had time even to turn her head, to make one last glance around for her friends, but she couldn't find them among the chaos.

Mei and Roch, who she had barely seen through all of this; she wondered how they had done. Reiko, who luckily had not yet made it to Amityville, and thus was safe back in Halloween. Imryn, who had come at her own request, would she have been safe if Mitzi hadn't texted her? Alex, who she had come here specifically to help and protect. At least she felt like she had done the right thing today, that she could be proud of her attempt to protect other students, her friends. She was scared - terrified, in fact - but she had known when she walked down to the locker rooms that this was a risk. She had also known she couldn't make any other choice, not when maybe, just maybe, her presence would make the difference. It hadn't... but she didn't regret coming.

Her one regret... she had, in a way, let down her family, and most importantly, her grandfather. She had never really told him how much he mattered to her, how much of a difference he had made to her. And she wouldn't be able to take the position he'd been grooming her for since she was a scareling. Her cousins, now, would have to fight for that honor, and she felt some faint worry for them. When they made it to Amityville, would they too would get caught up in the same mess she had?

She'd also never gotten a chance to warn them, or her grandfather, of everything she had seen. Everything that had happened. Did her Opi know? Maybe some, but certainly not everything, not with how much misinformation seemed to be spread, how the truth was distorted or outright rewritten in all the media coverage of the events she had participated in. She'd known she needed to talk to him, and he had wanted to talk to her, but she'd put it off. And now she'd never have a chance to tell him herself. At least, before they'd left, she'd sent the one message... she could only hope it worked as she intended.

And these were the last thoughts to cross her mind as the crystals closed over her, encasing her in a shimmering prison from which she knew there could be no escape.

[ first dice = Ren, second dice = Sparrow ]


Ren supposed, not for the first time in the past few hours, that it probably would have been better for him to have stayed at home. Or, he amended, it would have been better for him to have not been so ridiculously caught up in things that were clearly, outrageously dangerous.

Too bad that was the very definition of Amityville, it seemed.

The fragment of the crystal gouged into his right hand, and Ren gave a low hiss, his ears flattening back against his hair as pain shot up and down his arm. He lifted his fingers, and then drew back, startled, when he realized that the blood was no longer blood.

It was frozen onto his arm now, crystallized into place.

"That can't be good."





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He'd thrown the scythe around, attempting to get rid of some of the crystal fragments, but most of Sparrow's efforts were in vain. All around him students were dropping, stopping, freezing into place, and he gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the awful, sickening sensation that was forming in the pit of his stomach. Spinning the scythe in his hands, Sparrow lifted his leg -

- and then stumbled, when he realized he couldn't lift the other. To his horror, he could see the crystals inching up his feet and his legs, and his vision swayed in and out, blacking out -

"No - "

He forced his leg free, forced himself to move forward.

[ first dice = Ren, second dice = Sparrow ]


There was a lot of swearing on the part of the gryphon, Ren staggering through the chaotic mess with one hand held over his bleeding shoulder, trying to staunch the flow of scarlet that was spilling out from between his fingers. Angrily he kicked out, dislodging a section of crystals, but more formed, and for a moment he thought he saw something in the whirling, crazed whiteness that twisted and undulated in front of him -

- but then he shook his head, tried to keep breathing, and took a step forward.





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He was tired, so very tired - but no, he couldn't stop, Sparrow thought, as he took a few more halting steps, swaying unsteadily on his feet. He felt winded, exhausted, as though he had just run a marathon - maybe he could rest now -

- revenge -

No, no, not yet, he had promised Wren that he would return to her, and Jack, he wanted to make sure Jack was all right -

- but he was so tired -