Sherry gave the slightest hint of a smirk. "Alright, then. And I know you know. I just talk too much sometimes," she gave a small, dismissive shrug. "You'll have to forgive me."
Armagnac's voice was cautious and slow. She was wary, too.
"Did you see that?" Sherry asked Jake, nodding to the fog. She'd thought....perhaps it was nothing.
"Damn fog."
Target: -- Target HP: --
Stats:
Name: Sherry Greyson HP: 35/40 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 35% Items: -- RP Blurb: Shortish light brown hair, mid-height (5'6"). Life trainee with a long coat, tattered and bloodstained at this point. Bandages on her left arm.
Attack Used: 0/3 Target: -- Damage: --
[A.V.]
Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 7:27 pm
Her response was answered with a grin. "Only if you stop talking." His owner was so proud he was finally acting civil.
He cocked his head lazily to the side. "Nothing yet."
This was getting boring.
Target: --- Target HP: ---
Stats:
Name: Jake Cross Faction: Hunter - Death Trainee HP: 28/40 FEAR Strength: 75% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: N/A RP Blurb:Here. Wears a sleeveless hunter coat with the death division symbol on the back. Bandages wrapped around his torso. Wields bladed tonfas.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 7:31 pm
A strange show of sharpened teeth did not ease the witch's worries about her zombie and actually served to further amplify them. Her face turned angrier for a moment, but as he backed away from her, it fled. With a snap of cloth his jacket was out of her hands so that she stood there, staring after him stuck in the same position, a little like a statue, wide eyed and surprised. It only took another moment before all the anger rushed back and the witch stamped a foot down, completely caught up in this. "What is wrong with you!? Why won't you talk to m--" And before she continue her questioning tirade, quite a lot happened at once. So many lights, so many shouts and sounds, so much confusion. Everything seemed to happen at once, but still the witch found herself reaching forward, fingers reached out to reclaim that fabric that had been ripped from her. It was far above them, but still Belladonna grasped at Mort, tried to pull him back. The fight had gone out of their hands, had gone so far above them that all they could do was wait. When the phoenix took flight, Belladonna watched it carefully, studied it and tried very hard not to say aloud how traitorously beautiful she found it. And just as quickly as it had all started, everything ended. The large monster was gone, only the fog was left. The witch looked up at her zombie, and once more tugged on him. "C'mon..." She mumbled as she slowly turned, hoping he would follow or hug her or say something, and headed back toward Ofelia and Clover.
It didn't take Belladonna long to return to the taller girl, one hand quickly finding Ofelia's and giving it a squeeze. "Ofelia, are you alright? You look so frightened... What's wrong?" They'd defeated the monster! What was there to be afraid of? Why was this strange atmosphere of fear still lingering around everyone? Why weren't any of these battles a straight win? The witch gave the girl an imploring, but gentle look, even offered her and Clover a small smile as if to say 'See? Things are ok!'.
Target: -- Target HP: --
Stats:
Name: Belladonna Divine HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 45% Items: 1 Corrupted Pumpkin Pill, 1 Pumpkin Pill RP Blurb: 5 Foot Even, Rather Frightened Witch Attack 0/3
Eva hesitated, but gave a little nod when Gale encouraged her to go. However, she didn't move--not yet. There was a moment of pause, and then she reached forward to give the boy around hug, squeezing him around the shoulders.
"I don't know what's going to happen but...be careful. I promise I'll be back to protect you." After all, hadn't she promised to look after him back then in the desert? As she leaned back, the expression on her face became a little sheepish, and she lifted a gloved hand to scratch at her cheek. "Not that you need my protection, I'm sure, being a full hunter now...but it would make me feel a lot better to know that you're close by and safe."
She pressed her lips against his forehead in a chaste kiss, and then drew back fully. With the beast gone, there was only so much time until a new opponent appeared in it's place, and Eva knew that she would have to hurry if she wanted to search for her other friends without having to weave through panicked crowds of hunters and students.
As she moved through the crowds in search of either anyone who was injured or a friend--Jude, Reine, Clerise, someone--she spotted a familiar face in the distance. That was...Melvin, right? She recalled having met the trainee earlier in the Haunted House, though when her attention shifted to focus on the figure beside the trainee, she froze. In the next instant, she was running, dodging around various figures to get to her friend.
"O-otto! What happened!? Why are you...?!" Was he shaking? No, wait--shivering? Eva promptly pulled off her scarf, bundling it around the boy's neck.
Target: -- Target HP: -- Healing: Otto (or not. How do you miss)
Ami looked at him skeptical and annoyed. They were being too casual, too friendly. She didn't like it. He was plotting something wasn't he. WASN'T HE?
She didn't have time to retaliate though, as the flames struck the field, all the way to where she was. Ami's eyes went wide. Did her temporary FEAR shield cover flames?
Again, not a single moment to think about it. It passed as quickly as it came, and Ami didn't notice a change. A whisper pulled at her, but she ignored it. She knew that game too well. It didn't make Lex any nicer looking.
She needed to get away from him somehow...
Stats:
HP: 25/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 35% Items: 1 Runic Bandage Name: Ami Raine RP Blurb: Looks like this, currently wearing this skirt. It's very important for rp guys. Has 2 runic guns holstered around her waist, but hidden under her coat. She's 5'2, tiny tiny tiny.
Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 7:46 pm
Jude was less than happy about the quiet after what had happened. Not happy at all. Quiet meant more suffering was on the way.
..Forever suffering.
Target: Target HP:
Stats:
Name: Jude HP: 36/50 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: Runic Bandage RP Blurb: Blonde human wearing a dark blue cowl and a Death division uniform.
The Mist had struggled to maintain control over Ofelia, teal eyes darting from Mort to Bella to Jerk Jack and back. He opened his mouth, maybe to tell the Halloweeners to fall back, or let the new-face Hunter go, or something. Except light and fire and pain engulfed Before, sending him sprawling to the ground in agony.
Target: -- Target HP: --
Stats:
Name: Before HP: 40/50 FEAR Strength: 80% Insanity Strength: 30% Items: First Aid Kit from Hunter Relief Tent RP Blurb: Brunette with a scar across his nose
Rown
I am
Ol-j-man
so confused
AyeAvast
and lost.
Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 8:12 pm
Sharra put both hands on his knees, having taken a step back as he paused a moment to take a long breath. Ah Jack, but he wasn't at all sure what he'd just witness, feeling a little like he'd missed a piece of the puzzle. It had still been...awe-inspiring, but chilling, the transition leaving him mystified.
Whelp. At least no one was shooting at him yet, though that had been a near thing a couple of times. Panting softly, acid eyes kept a watch on the fog, on the stirrings therein. Nothing was safe, and right now, it was difficult to tell friend from foe. But the fog? Definitely foe.
Stats:
Name: Sharra Eldwaithe HP: 25/30 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 30% Items: None RP Blurb:Like this, but with somewhat longer hair, and no vest. A bit disheveled.
Well, Melvin seemed to be attempting to keep Otto from harm. He didn't get why though. Maybe he thought he was doing his job or something. Whatever. A meat shield was a meat shield.
Soon the giant monster was gone. Relief was there, but fog replaced any thoughts of returning home any time soon. It never ended. How long had they been gone, anyway?
Otto turned his head to Eva as she approached, finding a purple scarf getting wrapped around him. Oh great, he was now cold and had a purple accessory.
"Nuthin.." Otto mumbled bitterly in a mildly shaky voice, leaning on Tenya heavily. He'd been tired to begin with. It was a long mission, even if it wasn't his longest.
((ooc: got confirmation that I didn't have to roll for Round 3 but figured Before could use the pain OwO this is a catch-up post for Petro.))
The tikbalang had braced himself for impact, shifting to his human-shape to find somewhere to bunker down when the behemoth unleashed that all-encompassing wave. When he emerged from the safety of rubble, Petro saw Medea, saw the Horsewoman speak to a creature he'd never seen before. And perhaps this was why he didn't understand the risk of remaining out in the open, why he became more intent in search for another Hunter to rend and show why it was folly to be one.
But then something moved within the fog. And before Petro knew it, it had descended upon him.
Target: Target HP:
Stats:
Name: Petro HP: 27/50 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: Corrupted Runic Bandage RP Blurb: silver-maned bipedal horse-monster
Ofelia didn't like it, she was being lead somewhere again. She could faintly see that she was being lead back over to her friends but as soon as the Insanity bird had gone, so had the voices in her head. Even Rue went quiet, though Ofelia suspected it was because she felt like being cruel, and the silence was deafening.
It got worse, so much worse, to the point that when they finally reached the rest of the group her hands were still over her ears and her eye was watering. A few solitary drops ran down her cheek before they pooled at her chin, dropping to the ground.
"It's...so quiet. The voices, Ah need. . . them . . "
Her eyes returned to the fog, watching it's movements. 'Nothing yet,' he'd said. Yet was clearly the key word here. She was almost certain she could see things moving in the fog, but it was impossible to tell for sure. Normal fog could play tricks on a brain, and this fog...well.
Sherry's grip on her weapon tightened. "I'm not big on the suspense of it all," she mused quietly.
Target: -- Target HP: --
Stats:
Name: Sherry Greyson HP: 35/40 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 35% Items: -- RP Blurb: Shortish light brown hair, mid-height (5'6"). Life trainee with a long coat, tattered and bloodstained at this point. Bandages on her left arm.
The horse boil could not have hoped to fight back. He could not resist the overwhelming sensation of Insanity that swallowed him into its misty maw. Oh he tried, with every fiber of his being, with every last drop of FEAR he could muster, Petro would not go down without a fight. But an odd stiffness began to overcome him, his limbs felt heavy, weighted, unresponsive but distinctly aware of things. He was distinctly aware that there were hands, gloved and humanoid, restraining him, holding him tightly. The voices he'd heard from earlier having merged into one person's and he snarled at it, stubbornly refusing to understand the incoherent strings of sounds.
But eventually, the voice grew clearer, stronger, more insistent. It became apparent to Petro that this voice would not be denied. A heartbeat later, something else became apparent to the tikbalang. Something that horrified and reviled him to no end.
Petro would have roared in fury, would have forced himself to dissipate, perhaps even permanently! The world around him suddenly blurred into motion as he and his Hunter surged forward and swung the blade-ended staff in a wide arc, the runes (his Clan's markings) releasing an eerie glow.
HP: 150/150 Targets: The next 3 posters must roll 1d6
- Five of your fellows are bosses! - Who are they? What happened to them? It is a mystery! - Except for the fab Halloween-turn-Hunter above this post obvs. <3 - Those who are bosses will post in the SHOUT style with "BOSS POST" in bold grey size 15 at the top of their posts! - Bosses will have three moves. These moves can be a standard attack to a Fear attack, to a special attack. - Bosses will have unlimited RP reponses. - When you target them, BE SURE TO STATE YOUR TARGET OUTSIDE THE SPOILER BOX. - Attacks have been reset! You can attack up to three times until the next GM post announces new turns!
- ROLL YOUR ATTACK DICE AND EDIT IN THE TOTALS ASAP.
If you hit 0 HP: -- Halloween:
You feel yourself begin to stiffen... You don't feel so well. You hang back towards the safety of the wall. You can still watch, but you can't attack or be attacked. You cannot be healed. Be sure to note it somewhere in your post so an opponent doesn't waste their time trying to attack you!
-- Hunter:
Your weapon warns you that your Fear shield is about to wear out! You duck back to safety and hope Caelius doesn't see you. For some reason, runic bandages aren't working either... You can watch, but you can't attack or be attacked. Be sure to note it somewhere in your post so an opponent doesn't waste their time trying to attack you!
If you hit 100% Insanity: -- Halloween:
You do become an Insanity Boss Mob, however you cannot benefit from NPC buffs!
- USE THIS WHEN YOU POST:
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Ofelia let out a shriek as something came from the fog, the teen hunter jumping backward and away from her friends. Her hands instantly moved up towards her face and Rue vanished for a moment.
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