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 Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 1:25 pm
Mark was in Death because he would be the death of them all.
Her hand was limp in Gale's as she gazed out at the pillars, though not so loose that she slipped out of his grasp. Glass, huh? That sounded about right...Sand everywhere, people getting close to the brink. Now if only everything were as clear.
"It sounds like it'd be nice to look at...And you'd never get frustrated because it was pretty no matter what. I should get one," Stormy said distantly. If they made it out.
"There are some other runes. Should we cover them?" She was just a trainee, not even an intermediate yet; she was grasping at straws. Melvin's suggest to attack the horsemen made her stiffen. Maybe, maybe not...Sam had mentioned they had been brought here for a reason, but if it was fighting them then this would have been simpler...
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 1:37 pm
Otto was there the whole time. But he'd never seen Groundhog Day, so he didn't get the joke.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 1:39 pm
Slowly, but surely almost all the gate flared up, half swinging open, given partial life.
Clank.
Time however, did not reset. Instead the open gates revealed a tall, gaunt individual holding an ornate bone-shaped cane. He seemed elderly at best, immovable and then extremely delicate, a hamburger wrapper still clutched in his free hand.
"Excuse me," A sort of slow nod, "My watch seemed to be jammed. I could have sworn I fixed it." He tapped the triangular monument once, twice, turning to look at the stunned horsemen and Hunters, "Don't fail me now this time-"
Click-
Sand. It roared and stung all bare skin and flash, unnaturally sharp. The second sensation was the wind, enough to blind all other senses: sight, hearing, even the voice itself until everything was lost in a maelstrom of murky pale yellows, greys, whites.
For the Hunters, this was enough to render them nearly invalid the second they stepped through the portal. It was enough for them to stumble around confused as they tried to gain any steady footing, as the ground purposely flattened under them and then caved downwards, thwarting all plans beyond confusion, beyond the stinging pain as the sand moved unrelenting.
For the Lost Clans this was almost second nature. Especially those of Famine would find themselves almost at peace. They were not for lack of a better term, swimming in their element but instead familiar with the dangers of the environment. The deserts of Famine were always relentless, it was wise to seek cues, from the way the wind moved in bursts, from the footholds in the sand to always find their way home.
And speaking of Home-
- For those who were slightly grey they could feel it. Something else lingered just at the precipice between hallucination and imagination, something as if slumbering right beneath their feet, waiting to be called so they could go Home together. It was barely below the level of a whisper, easily drowned out with the torrential environment and yet-
- Without warning everything stopped. The wind simply dropped, the ground steadied itself, just slightly as the sun began to burn, unrestrained. There in the desert were several shapes, odd and very human-like, white and black, speckled in an almost circular shape around each other.
Horsemen. Hunters.
At first neither parties moved. There was simply a moment where too much had assaulted the senses all at once that it left the brain very little imagination to speculate on what to do next. And if that was not already uncomfortable enough, there stood between them all, in the absolute center, a very large triangular monument. It wasn't exactly a pyramid, instead entirely a flat triangle, raised twenty feet with it's highest point up in the air, casting a long shadow to one side. Around it in perfect circles, looped twice, three times if not half-covered by the sand were odd marble pedestals etched with glowing dark red runes, twelve to be exact, perfectly spaced out between each other.
For a moment, in almost sheer disbelief at the defiance in physics, the triangle seemed to move exactly one notch to one side, from one rune to the second-
- Until it became evident that what moved was not the object itself but it's shadow, as the item stayed stationary in one place. The shadow cast itself on a rune shaped like a sickle, and then stopped.
And then everything seemed to explode at once amongst all arrivals. Sam tapped her headset. "Spread out! Don't let them corner you together. Those big ones are dangerous, who the ******** told us it was safe here?" The Death Hunter gave Mark a look, the actual Death assistant just as shell-shocked themselves.
"I don't know I um- uh, requesting back-up," Mark began to madly type onto his tablet laoptop, "I'm getting a signal loaded, god, I need time." The last part practically came out in a whine as he set down several wires haphazardly, right next to the monument.
"Fine!" Sam snapped back, "You heard the useless guy. At this point we still outnumber them but don't get too overconfident, the vicious ones you're looking at are Heirs, I'm sure you recognize them. They're probably back to resurrect their dead queen or something, whatever it is you can bet this-" She pointed to the triangle - "Is bad news. It's sending some strange signal too, I'll work on getting it disabled, you guys work on the ponies."
At the same time several of the horsemen could feel something shifting underneath them. The world seemed to flicker grey for a second. A first nothing and then a surge of anger. "ThEY aRe TaKinG oUR HOME." It felt irrational at first, and then a little sad. It sounded like Medea a little bit, and then of their lost clans and kin, and then even of the horsemen clans leaders, the ones who had watched over the old islands, guarded them for centuries and ultimately reminded them of their true Homes.
As if in response to this strange whisper, large red spikes, bone-like rose from all corners around them, effectively trapping them inside the monument with the Hunters. It felt like an arena. It felt like a slaughterhouse. Thin glowing gold lines snaked across the ground, forming a strange gate-like structure embedded on the ground. Even the sun itself seemed to mellow out, turning a deep orange.
The path had been set and the outcome inevitable. OOC .. you know what to do - Everyone dead is back alive, time has "reset", however, all memories remain!
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Blade Kuroda rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 1:42 pm
Deryk was alive again. Blinking, he looked around, then quickly checked his body. It was in one piece. He then turned towards Mark.
He immediately went to try and protect Mark and the wires.
HP: 50
Defense: 2
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 1:49 pm
Candace was alive. The first thing she did was slap Mark upside the head with the most annoyed look on her face. "This is your ******** fault." She looked around for Gale who had been standing right in front of her when she'd been killed. Just because Candace was annoyed by it didn't mean Gale wouldn't feel anything. "Ah, there you are. C'mere, you." She moved to stand by him and pulled Gale into a tight hug, bowing her head to press a kiss against the top of his head. "I'm sorry about that, I don't know what happened this time."Now she needed to know what to do. "Sooooo did we learn anything after I died..? What do you guys need me to do?"
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 1:52 pm
As soon he wasn't dead, Harrison didn't waste much time.
He rubbed his neck, then brushed past Deryk, and picked up the bundle of wires, moving them far away from the triangle, or anything that looked glowy or important.
This should have been okay, because B0nez's passive weapon ability was electrical resistance.
Not that Harrison knew that in exactly those words, but B0nez was pretty encouraging about the sparks being fine and should be able to handle it.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 2:11 pm
********, not again.
Otto groaned, put his sunglasses back on, and stared up at the sun. At least everyone was alive again, right? The blonde just didn't know what they were doing wrong here. If they repeated the same actions, they'd be here forever.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 2:29 pm
Jake gave up, because everything they did was futile. Someone was playing a sick game with them. He was tired of this all. Someone else could beat the crap out of Mark or attempt to play hero. He was done.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 2:41 pm
Senga scowled.
Once was confusing, twice was annoying -- but this was their fourth time. He was never going to the Sahara again.
Making a sound like irritation, Senga turned to the others, ruffling his wings. "We shouldn't bother attacking them." He remarked sourly. Yes, he was looking at you, Shikoba. "It's not helping things, and we should focus on what the hell we're doing wrong here instead."
Resisting the urge to throw up his arms, Senga moved for the pedestals again, intent on making them do their glow-trick. He only paused to inspect the triangular monument, Mimicking the tapping motion the stranger had done to it in irritation before fluffing his wings and going to inspect the pedestals again, running his fingers over them impatiently. As long as the hunters were working to get them out of this time-loop too, he didn't care. He wasn't beyond temporary truces after all.
He might or might not have swatted Jake with a wingtip on his way past though.
Bratty hunter kid.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 2:53 pm
Rep followed Harrison at first, just watching him, as if in some vague sort of shock. The blood was still too fresh and the pain too raw to really process anything. He felt like he was thin ice as cracks snaked across the surface, not broken but so near to it.
Harrison had the wires handled and the banter from before he couldn't bring back up to speed, he didn't know what to say - good you aren't dead, lets hope it stays that way - didn't cut it. He didn't even dare touch him in case this timeline went askew again.
Instead he turned to the spines and once again hacked at them.
He didn't say a word.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 2:53 pm
tick
And again. It wasn't real, none of this was real, but they were all trapped until - Jordan looked first for his guys, found them safe, alive, and he wanted to go over and lean on them, just to make sure. Instead, he summoned Ferros and headed for the nearest bony spike, swinging the hammer into it as hard as he could. If they could just survive this, maybe they could break out of the nightmare. "Get the spikes!" he yelled.
Maybe he was the only one trapped in the nightmare. He flinched away from that thought the instant it occurred, blocking it out, because if he thought about that he was going to lose it all over again.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 3:02 pm
Right. The spikes. She let Gale go but didn't stray far, summoning Atropos to kick down the nearest spike. "Stormy, Gale. C'mon, we're going to get home this time." Or Mark was going to die by her hands. Maybe, maybe not. Probably not but the temptation was strong.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 3:24 pm
Lucky continued staring at the spot where the stranger had appeared from long after things had reset once again back to the familiar and somewhat nausea-inducing beginning of the misadventure. What in the hell- "Who... vhat..." he managed to stutter at the empty space the gate had occupied.
Hesitantly he tossed his jacket over one of the twelve rune pedestals. It wasn't like he had any other choice this time. Fate decreed every wrong move right now was simply not allowed - and apparently they'd get chewed up by a sand monster as many times as it took to get the desired outcome. But desired by who... that was suddenly a little more worrying. HUNTER PEOPLE JACKETS ON THE PEDESTALS DUDES AND DUDETTES
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 3:36 pm
One blink and it was back to the beginning. This time Stormy sighed in relief, for that meant Candace was back and they wouldn't have to worry about preserving a broken timeline. As the older Mist hunter approached, Stormy slid her hand out of Gale's, stepping back so as not to be in the way as Candace reunited with him.
She merely nodded and offered a relieved look to her fellow Mist in greeting before summoning her weapon as well. And then she swung for the nearest set of bones as well. Whatever she was ordered to do at this point, the trainee would do it. Keep her head down, do what she was told, and break down later.
Stormy passed Jake a small look, chewing the inside of her lip before speaking. "Sometimes hitting things makes me feel better," she offered mildly, since he looked at a loss too.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 3:46 pm
Melvin took his goggles off and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Alright.
One. Putting Jackets on the pedestals just changes their colors.
Two. We NEED to kill those spikes or we die.
Three. MARK! WHAT THE HELL?! Can someone shackle that man?!!"
Melvin pointed a finger at the Death assistant. Frustrated, Melvin tried to work through what they knew and how to figure this crazy situation out. "Did I miss anything?"! He asked to everyone around before shooting at the nearest spike.
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