She just had to be watching Lucky at that exact moment. Of course she did. Of course she had to watch him fall, and feel her stomach plummet down with him. Of course she lurched forward, forgetting about Creedence and Dawson and everything else because that was Lucky who was about to go splat if someone didn't do something, if someone didn't help, if someone didn't-
Or something. Thorns catching him before he actually slammed into the ground were enough to save him, but she was still running, even if she didn't realize she was. When she finally got closer, something other than Lucky managed to stop her in her tracks.
'Broootheer!' The sound of Mimsy's voice cut like a knife through her, warning her to stop. Stop moving, stop caring, stop looking, stop everything. She took a step back out of sheer instinct, despite how desperately she wanted to make sure he was okay.
She was stuck in place, frozen in dread, and - now that she'd left Dawson with Creedence - very much alone.
It was when she was sure that she were the most alone, that something awful decided to remind her that a Hunter was never really alone. There was always something trying to kill them, or hurt them, or make them suffer. This moment was no different, as a green eyed infected reached up and pulled Maebe down to the ground by her hair, forcing a scream out of her before it covered her mouth with his hand. She struggled to fight against it's hold, scratching and punching and kicking in her attempts to get it off of her.
She'd made a new friend.
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Maebe: HP: 39 Virus Counter: 1
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[IN COURTYARD]
As Rep had been expecting, everything went completely to hell in a ******** hand basket, though much much more quickly than he had admittedly ******** expected.
They were flooded by infected, and even as they encroached, Rep dug out his bandage to heal himself. It was going to be a very ******** bumpy ride.
HP: 43/60 Healing Done Runics: Improved Bandages (Bandages: Heal for a quarter of your total HP ) - USED Runic Dagger
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6Total: 6 (1-6)
Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 9:28 pm
[ Dormitories - Ever]
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In a room next to Ever, there was a loud, frantic thumping on the door that pierced even the alarm sirens. Someone was shouting something from behind it, but the words were entirely lost. It didn't look like the door was going to give in any time soon, and it was very possible that someone was trapped in the room.
"Let's get to safety," Ever said, low and quiet and urgent -- because he was awake now, certainly, even if he didn't feel fantastic. Something about the panicked sounds of people scrambling in the halls made him tense, which meant he slid past Zeke into the hall and then paused.
He heard something. The door next to his own, hopped in its hinges as someone hammered on it, shouting something frantic just on the edge of audible. For a moment, he froze, unsure what to do, then Ever took two steps toward the source of the sound, to set his hand on the knob.
Around him, vines writhes and sprouted, one licking at his wrist as it went for the doorknob at the same time. Ever jerked his hand back with a panicked sound and twisted to dart back out of the reach of the vines.
"Zeke!" He made it, at least, before the vines closed around him and rooted him to the spot, but twisted to look back at the other man to make sure he was following. "What the hell?"
Counter: 4 HP: 50
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Summary of events so far
Deus is surrounded by thorns. All Hunters not in the dorms or courtyard are forced there. There are a lot of Hunters simply asleep. Several events happen, and a creature appears, made of thorns, attempting to destroy the dorms. As it is stopped, it dissolves.
Also a helicopter appeared and then left without helping anyone.
gaia_crown[ IF YOU ARE IN THE DORMS AT THIS TIME]: If your character was in the dorms, they are now surrounded by thick vines. They can attempt to escape to the courtyard. Roll 1d6. If you roll 6 you escape, otherwise you are stuck inside, next to whomever you are stuck next to. Every time you fail, you lose -5 HP and gain +5 to your virus count.
gaia_crown[ 0 HP OR STAGE 4 VIRUS]: If you hit 0 HP or get to stage 4 virus, you have lost all remaining sanity. Your character ends up on the courtyard, attacking people relentlessly. Roll your melee attack dice.. Target any player you'd like and quote them. Remember not to attack back until they have attacked you again!
This was painfully familiar for Rep, the thronging hoard of ******** green eyed possessed people, only this time it was hunters, these were the people he worked alongside every day, stripped down to their unshielded self and sent wild. Anyone he hit could be someone's ******** spouse, their best friend, anything.
He couldn't afford to think about it too much, all he could do was fight with what little he had to try and survive. He swung the runic dagger out and struck someone else wielding what seemed to be a ******** kitchen knife, leaping back in time to merely get his forearm nicked, they fared significantly worse though not enough to be anything major. He recognised the way the infected often didn't flinch, in fact they didn't react at all to the quick blow of the edge against their thigh, twisting to lash out in retaliation against another infected rather than him.
He backed up away from the fray as quickly as he could, trying to find some other sane ******** hunters to turn his back to while he fought, a battle couldn't be fought on two fronts here, especially not without Tracey's help.
HP: 41/60 Damage: 4 Runics: Improved Bandages (Bandages: Heal for a quarter of your total HP ) - USED Runic Dagger
Welp. Maebe wasn't happy to see him trying to get a backbone, Creedence had made a run for it, then Maebe also decided to make a break for it as holy s**t that guy just fell out of a helicopter--and then somehow, even more hell broke loose all around them.
He struggled to push away a hunter that lunged for him, nails digging into his bare skin; only then did Dawson realize he had gotten used to having a barrier. His poor mind was locked on the battle only long enough to force the attacker back, and then it quickly went back to bouncing around.
And then he heard Maebe scream.
Maybe seeing him again would only make things worse; she had only acted weird around him, and God help Dawson if he somehow made it worse. Not to mention he'd proven himself pretty much useless in and out of combat. But Maebe was by Mimsy, and he remembered quite well that Mimsy was Bad News for her...His decision was cemented when he realized a wall of thorny vines prevented him from following after Creedence. He could only hope she was okay until they could rescue her.
Giving Felicia a desperate look (he envied how calm she was despite everything and wondered how much of an idiot he looked in comparison), he pulled his cap down and literally charged the hunter attacking Maebe. She might have had a little deja vu from their various temple visits and the stone lions he had sometimes wrestled with her.
"Gawdamn animals," Dawson grunted as he pulled one off and more circled closer. He offered Maebe a hand up, trying not to think of how close they were to Bad News. "You okay, hun?"
He was already into the hall and making his way -- slowly -- through the chaos of panicked trainees when the vines began to take over. At first, Lukas didn't seem to notice his focus turned instead to the sudden realization that the constant scrape of scales and huff of breath in the back of his mind had, finally, been silenced. This should have been a welcome relief, having space to himself again. Instead, he found, even after such a short time of rarely speaking with Zik, it left him just a little panicked himself.
Add to that the fact that his first instinct at seeing the strange vegetation was to draw his weapon -- an act that failed, fizzled, left him baffled -- and Lukas wasn't in the best mental state. Still, he could be quick. His reflexes had always been good, especially when it came to traps, and this felt like a trap. He threw himself between closing vines and out the other side, bursting into a full-out run to find his way to the courtyard.
COUNTER: 3 HP: 40/40
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Always feel free to quote me if you wanna interact, though I am a bit slow!
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 9:43 pm
She wasn't quite alone.
Shiloh, after he'd picked his jaw back up off the floor, had ran in the direction of the falling Lucky, having taken about that much time merely to put his wits together. He was furious, he was pissed but he was still Shiloh, he'd never wish anyone dead.
The thorns luckily rescued Lucky when the rest of them could not, and Shiloh paused beside Maebe, catching his breath.
"I'm going to kill him..."
But before he could lament to her more, before he could make sure she was okay, that Lucky was okay, before he could search for Ian, something clawed at his backside. Shiloh turned to face it and it was human, or what once was, sickly green and lunging towards him.
"Oh s**t, vines!" Suddenly their escape plan out was just a bit blocked. Milo glanced back at Noemi to make sure she was still with him. At least they had gotten out of the basement, right? But still. Would have been a nice time for Koume to appear or something.
Milo continued trying to summon his weapon, 'cause he hadn't been told otherwise to stop. A blade seemed like it would be handy right about now.
Quinn watched as Mimsy offered the bandages to Lucky, trying to keep the emotion off his face. What lucky had just been seen doing might as well have been a act of treason, he knew that... and had a feeling most of those who watched knew that too. Part of him understood that, but the other part saw reason to his actions. What better way to grab information than to speak with the enemies?
But, owch, that HAD to hurt.
It wasn't until a noise happened that made him look, staring around as......
Every single zombie movie he had been subjected to flashed through his mind.
And to make matters better, one lunched at him.
Quinn: virus: 3 48/50 HP
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[ Finn- Courtyard ]
He took in whatever information he could glean from those gathered as they surrounded Jack, each individual either attacking him, in an attempt to disarm or even disable, or protecting each other. But something about the idea of taking him down didn't quite sit well with Finn, just as it hadn't when they had done the same to Ripley, way back when the man had been infected with paranoia. It turned out, however, that his gut instinct had been wrong back then.
Could it be wrong now as well?
"So he's not infected, but possessed. But there is sickness here, and I would be willing to bet that the weaker we become, the more susceptible to the infection we are as well. When we had our weapons and our shields and were infected, damaging our shields extensively was a way to snap back to normal, somehow. Without our weapons, who ******** knows what could happen?"
Speaking that much had taken effort, and he was still sweating, dizzy, nauseated, though doing his damndest to ignore it in favor of focusing on the problem, or several, at hand.
"Subdue him. Does anybody have a trap gun?" He asked the group, while this time switching his defensive attention to the person who seemed to be Jack's target, Ian, moving in to by Ripley's side to add some aid.
And then a helicopter. And then more s**t hitting the fan, as Finn was attacked by some hunter with sickly green eyes. <********.
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Finn: virus counter: 9 hp: 58 Defending: Ian for 3 Items; 1 antivirus Runic Torch Runic Bandages
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 10:06 pm
She thought she'd fought the hunter off, when it suddenly stopped clawing at her; then she saw the helping hand extended out towards her, and took it without thinking, stumbling up to her feet while slowly realizing that she hadn't gotten it off of her at all. She gave Dawson a guilty look, and winced as she checked her head for injury. Why did they always have to go for the hair?
When her hand came back bloody, she let out a long, exasperated whine. "Not. Cool." She growled, turning to the hunter that was attacking Shiloh and kicking him straight in the balls. "Get the ******** out of here, assholes." She screamed, shoving it away from her friend.
She was sore, and achey, and -
"Where the hell - did we lose Creedence?" Christ, she should have been happy about that, but she was far from it. Her hand remained on her head for the time being, trying to keep blood from soaking through her hair too much, while she moved to check on Shiloh. "We don't have shields and we don't have weapons. I'm about ready to pick a real fight here." The hunter attacking Shiloh was back, and she swung for it, missing it entirely when her head went dizzy. "Yeaup." She muttered, slowly stumbling back with disorientation against Dawson. "Totally ready to start some s**t."
Only moments after she managed to pocket the vial from the seemingly comatose hunter, something alarming began to happen with Jacob. She looked towards him with wide eyes, confusion written all over her face as she straightened back up and began picking her way through the bodies back towards him and Aro.
"Wha---" She started, looking up, and then back down, when she saw it.
Except that she didn't see anything. Just blood, a crunch, Jacob crying out, Aro looking and behaving as confused as she felt. There was nothing there though. Nothing.
She shook her head as if that might clear it, as if whatever was there would come into view.
"J-Jake?" She moved towards him, eyeing the shard of glass he was wielding with some trepidation, not wanting him to, for some reason, end up turning it on her or Aro.
"If he says there is something here, than I believe him. He could not have just had his arm....mutilated like that on it's own!" She shuddered, a chill going down her spine, that faint tinge of nausea rising up in the back of her throat again.
"Is it still there, Jacob?" She looked up. "Is it going to..." She stopped. There was an odd sound, a surge, a rumble, and then....
She squeaked. "Lets just go, come on!" She grabbed fro Aro's hand and began to pull him along, back towards the stairs, waving at Jacob to go with them. "We should have just gone outside. Should have..." She mumbled to herself as she began to stumble down the stairs, too fast for her loose boots, and she likely would have tumbled if it hadn't been for Aro.
"Outside! Hurry!" She had gotten to the bottom of the stairs, had made it to the hall, the door out was in sight.
And then it just wasn't, instead, there were vines.
"Oh...fudge!" She cried out, letting go of Aro's hand to take off towards the door, searching for a way through, but only managing to end up stabbed with thorns, which was immediately followed by dizziness and a rise in her nausea.
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Lydia: Virus Counter: 8 HP: 35 Items: 1 antivirus 1 ??? in green vial
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3Total: 3 (1-6)
Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 10:14 pm
Third Wing
Trying to scramble away from the body (it was dead it was dead people die she might die) Creedence found the way back suddenly blocked by thick, thorny vines. With a senseless cry, she attacked them. No strategy, nothing.
HP: 35 Virus: 40
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Third Wing
She shouldn't have come here, was the single thought she could grasp between increasingly frenzied motions. She always ran away from her problems by going in the worst direction possible.
