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Not even Hadjoc was screeching anymore. Mercedes had DROPPED the bowguns when the horsemen arrived. She didn't know what to do seeing as they were really painfully obviously outnumbered and outpowered here.

"Yeeeeaaaaaa--

no."

8T
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(( OOC:
Character Name: Mercedes
HP: 40/40
Target: N/A
Damage: N/A
Status: Charge is reset (0/2 used)
Items:
x1 Enhanced Pendant
x1 Allen Bandages
x1 FEAR Charge))

West frowned at Xiu as he struggled with the net. "Guess not." He could have argued that Levi probably wouldn't have wanted to see the baku hurt as well, but then there would be an endless cycle of "who does Levi want to see hurt less" and no Hunters would ever get their asses kicked never, ever, neverever again.

He glanced around at the other students trying to help him. The demon probably should have felt something approaching gratitude, but it couldn't push past the annoyance. "Gettoffa--"

The demon was silent as the nets rained down. While gratitude had been difficult to come by, the brief flash of despair that jolted through West now did so with ease. He was no longer afraid of capture, or so he told himself, not so long as there were others to finish the fight, but what if they were all...

And like that, they were free again.

West nodded at the students around him, the unspoken gesture of thanks all he could manage. The Hunters had been healed. He took a step toward the man he had attacked previously, but before he could move further, he had a Yaya wrapped around him. West tried to frown, but despite all that was happening around him, despite the fact that he was itching to make someone bleed, he couldn't.

"Hey," he said, returning her hug, albeit with a lot less pressure. "Doin' all right, how 'bout you?" He didn't mention that his chest kind of hurt or that he was wondering where in the hell his ghoulfriend was, but he was painfully aware that they could be stabbed by a fight-happy Hunter at any moment. "It's, uh, not safe 'ere," he added, pulling away from the ghoul.

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(( OOC:
Character Name: West
HP: 50/50
Target: -
Damage: -
Effect: RP post.
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0 ))





FFFFFFFFFFFF THANK YOU ALL ;; SORRY I'M SLOW

Sammy was freed, and help had arrived. Medea's brief vision had given Siddie hope. Of all the Horsemen, she trusted Medea most; not fully, but Medea at least seemed to have Halloween's best interests in mind.

She rose from the ground and went looking for white coats. Time to make herself useful.

There was a female with a black scarf and black hair who looked familiar; as the Hunter turned around, Siddie could see that it was, indeed, the one who'd tried to hurt Sammy in the disastrous encounter at the Haunted House. Yes. Yes, she'd go after that one. They had unfinished business still.

She slipped quietly up behind the huntress; then, all in one smooth move, she wrapped her fingers into the female's hair and yanked. "Remember me?" she hissed.

(( OOC:
Character Name: Siddie
HP: 40/40
Target: Candace
Damage: 5
Effect: ))

"Oh, hell -- ah!"

Fallow grimaced as he lost footing on Dev's back and slid sideways, nearly knocking heads with the gasmask boy. "Hello!" he crooned to him, and letting go of the cluster of fur he'd been holding onto to keep him up right, he fell onto Wilson instead of staying aboard the Cu Sith's back. It was not a very remarkable landing, and Fallow was almost certain that it would take him a few minutes to untangle himself from the ground and from the other hunter. They just wouldn't stop appearing though, would they? It was rather annoying, but these ones seemed fairly small and... ah, cute. Propping himself up onto his feet and the palms of his hands, Fallow bounced back upwards, yanking Wilson with him.

"It is," He announced loudly with a pointed stare from Wilson to Ryan and back again, "not very nice to attack people without properly announcing your presence first! Do they teach you manners of any sort where you came from?"

Rumbling, he gave Dev's side a gentle pat and hoped that she was alright. But he'd seen her before in battle, and while her accuracy left much to be desired, she was rather strong. In the sense that big green glowing dog-things weren't exactly easy to take down. Turning back to the two hunters they either had the bad luck or the good fortune to run into - he wasn't sure which when he kept getting glimpses of their, ah, bosses running around in the mayhem of the floating isle - Fallow grinned toothily, his ears pricked back and his eyes a vivid neon glow.

Whatever would they do now?

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(( OOC:
Character Name: Fallow.
HP: 30/30
Target: n/a
Damage: n/a
Effect: n/a
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0 ))

Syusaki

Appearance

Fallow is a 5" 11' dark skinned Púca with neon blue and green markings and very equine-like appendages. They also glow in the dark. His natural form is a black stallion with the same neon markings.

Somehow he managed to get his footing again, in a moment of almost instinctual vulnerability searching for Tracey. Tracey'd be able to tell him what was the matter, Tracey was like having a direct ******** line to his own body.

But as he reached out mentally to ask, he got the wall of silence which meant the fallen angel was busy. Still coping with this world no doubt.



The agitated, brief voice was a relief to him. A subtle reminder the weapon was still there. His terse tone however made him worry. And the dizziness wasn't subsiding either. But pride dictated he did his best not to show it. He leaned off Rin, shooting her a chilly proud look. "I'm fine right? I'm fine. I almost killed this b*****d before. I can do it again."

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OOC: JUST RP
Character Name: Rep
HP: 20/40
Target: Invi
Damage: ??
Charge: 0/3 0/2
Status: Poisoned (-5 every attack turn)
Items: A mint

Byrr

Appearance

Pale skinned redhead weilding an enormous axe. Very animated in his emotions.
He has a bunch of lovely red flowers growing on his right shoulder.

[x]

So much was happening suddenly all at once. True to their word, the Clansmen came through, bursting from literally nowhere to join the ranks of students against the hunters.

And then, Invictus. When he had first met him on Conquest, Faustus had been wary of the Clan Heir ... but in this moment, in this battle, the leader's piercing scream tore through the flame demon's heart as well. ... And then, something changed. He was coming back, forming back ... but, something seemed off. He seemed to have aged slightly ... become more powerful, and cold.

Faustus squeezed Olivia's hand tighter, standing beside his two dearest ghouls. "I think it would be best if we focus on one hunter together. We'll do more damage that way, and shouldn't get separated." he added, worried in the sudden shift of numbers that they might indeed get hurled from one another at any moment.
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(( OOC:
Character Name: Faustus
HP: 30/30
Target:
Damage:
Effect: N/A

{{OOC: And omg, that drawing, soooo adorable ;w; <333 ... I've actually been working on some meta doodles of them, I'll be sure to show you guys when I finish <3}}

Vanessa fell through from the previous room and into the fight, and out of the Portal from the sandy death-trap room. Her hands were still gripped around Volt, and she swung around to look at the battlefield. A snarl might've shown on her face, if not for it's immediate replacement with her poker face. There were those horsemen around again.

Her eyes narrowed and she scanned the crowd. There was the person who seemed to be their leader, but there was some figure protecting them. If they wanted to get to that Horsewoman, they'd need to dispose of him first.

Vanessa raised Volt to her shoulder, lining up a shot on the pale horseman. The electricity crackled next to her ear in Volt's electrical chamber, and she let the soft sound soothe her mind. This was the end of the world if her people didn't stop it. She had to do her part as well.

As such, she lined up the shot on the pale, scythe-bearing horseman and pulled the trigger. It wasn't as powerful of a kick as she'd have liked, but the electricity still shot from the Cannon toward the Horseman, and that was good enough for now.

OOC:
Character Name: Vanessa
HP: 35/40
Target: Alke
Damage: 4?
Charge: 3/3
Effect: -8 Modifer as of this post.
Items: Allan Bandages, Fear Scanner x 1, Barrier Dagger x 1

Danse-Hexe

Trira's character Vanessa is attacking Alke for 4 Damage! (Or 2 damage if the status effect goes immediately into play?)

Appearance

Vanessa is a red-head young woman with cargo-pants, combat boots, and a tee-shirt on, along with her Hunter jacket and scarf. She's also toting a rather large Tesla Cannon.

For a time he was lost in the frenzy of activity, dodging, snapping at whatever got in his path, writhing trapped in a net. And then... freedom, along with the realization they were no longer so alone. The horsemen who had looked down on them, doubted their abilities, and yet trained them anyway, they had come to their aid?

Feeling his hope rise, Jove scrambled to his feet and lunged at the nearest white coat.

Only to stumble back, wide-eyed and confused as he recognized his red-haired target. It had only been a couple months since he had thrown up on this one's coat. The one who had not... Not wanted to hurt them.

Growling in confusion, Jove backed up a pace.

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(( OOC:
Character Name: Jove
HP: 26.5/50
Target: Jordan
Damage: 11
Effect: None
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3 ))