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 Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 5:27 pm
As Al joined him, Rep looked up, fighting the immediate urge to give the death hunter a sympathetic look - instead he tried to look unphased, to ignore the fact he'd seen the poor guy murdered what felt like mere moments ago. It was easier to pretend everything was ok with some sugar in his system. And it was some high quality s**t too, not even like own brand supermarket stuff.
"This is ******** good." he said, as if this was somehow pertinent to Al's current issues. He didn't offer even a flake of it though. "And sure you can. You've made it this far haven't you? Just a wee bit of death is all."
He unclipped his earring and took a drink of water before waving it at the other hunter as he spoke. "Don't give up now."
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 5:32 pm
"This is," Jordan said, still feeling as though it was somebody else entirely talking, "what I like to refer to as weird s**t. Variations on weird s**t happen with surprising regularity."
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 5:33 pm
Now, Deryk was getting even more confused. But, he overheard a few things and they caught his attention. Someone was offering to take over leadership? Something about Disney too, and he mentioned needless human destruction. Meaning.. he was against that? Maybe?
The Death intermediate scooted a little closer.
"Um. E-excuse me... s-sir? Wh-who are you?"
It might be good to know who the next leader of adversaries was.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 5:34 pm
This guy was a lunatic. Senga frowned throughout his entire tirade, wings fluttering in the barest signs of irritation. What was this, some game to him? He fought the urge to cross his arms in a show of petulant, childlike irritation. They were going in circles, and not just because of the time-loop!
"What kind of person wears shoes." He remarked wryly. It was no big secret that Senga despised excessive amounts of clothing on any given day. "Pray tell though, what this disagreement entitled?" Senga stared flatly, his body nearly lurching from restrained irritation. "Well then, you'll be happy to know that Medea's leadership skills have left the turkey legs thankfully in tact."
No, Senga was not happy with their high priestess at the moment, and he wasn't about to hide it. He grunted when his pelt was forced over his head and thrown on one of the pedestals, shaking himself out like a wolf and turning to blink at Lifen. After a moment, he merely puffed himself up in a show of mild exasperation and amusement, and brushed his wingtip gently across her shoulder before turning back.
But it was the word change that made him raise his brows, batting at Shik with his wing when he felt the other swat him. He even ignored the big, burly hunter, harnessing only enough self-control not to knock the chocolate bar into the ground and start world war III. "And just what would that entitle?"
He paused, his eyes flickering uncertainly for a moment.
"But I cannot say that I would mind."
Which almost seemed to say to the stranger, lead the way.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 5:34 pm
Ceres pulled a granola bar out of one of her hip pouches, and started to munch on it.
She idly wondered if it would re appear if this place reset again.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 5:36 pm
"BAHAHA-"
Robert was on the floor for the third time that day, this time due to Mimsy's attempt at flirting.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 5:44 pm
Time reset again and Ryan dropped down to sit beside Ceres.
He wasn't what to think now. Other than that they were doomed to keep repeating history. History which was progressively getting worse each time it played out. Fortunately, everyone was alive again and whole again. But for how long, until it happened again? Better yet, how were they going to stop it? That and--
Just who the hell was this new guy?
"I'm so freaking lost."
(( crap tag. Brain is fried today yeaahhh |D ))
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 5:45 pm
Madison just sank to the ground, having very little idea of what else to do. And, well, if s**t went down she was reasonably sure it would all just rewind again anyway, goddamnit.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 5:50 pm
Downright utterly confused at this time, Kat stared at the death assistant with a look of annoyance. She had half a mind to go on over and hit him, but found it a little pointless what with everything having reset. Oh well, its not like she was complaining about living again.
Instead, Kat resorted to finding a random object, and throwing it at Mark before turning her attention back to watching the stranger that had appeared.
HP: 50/50
Target: n/a
Damage: n/a
Charge Y2: Rapid Fire: 0/3 (Swift Strikes)
Charge Y3: Charged Whisker: 0/3 (Gamblers Chance)Zoobey sorry, crap post. @@ /sleeps on
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 5:51 pm
She saw him approaching, so when he sat down next to her in the sand she had already reached into her hip pouch once more and pulled out a tiny snack sized bag of doritos, which she offered to Ryan without even looking at him. "Makes two of us, the man over there sure is talking with the horsemen a lot. He wasn't here before...i dont remember him anyways." She took a bite of her granola bar again, taking time to chew before she shrugged.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 5:52 pm
Robert crawled over to Madison, still laughing sporatically, and leaned in to whisper something in her ear. "You know, the only way we're going to beat this thing is if someone who doesn't believe in love, falls in love with somebody else and kisses them and has a change of heart." That obviously couldn't be him, since he was already in love, so.... "Do you think it's Mimsy and the horseman she's trying to bang?"
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 5:56 pm
Madison just... stared. For a slightly unnerving amount of time.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 6:02 pm
Al just moved over to try and pitifully fump his head against Rep, "This s**t is too weird." He pouted at Jordan. Good. One piece. Harrison too... and definitely Rep but for some reason he was eating chocolate in the desert. With water. Water which he hoped to have some of, he held his hands out hopeful Rep wasn't just gesturing excessively.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 6:04 pm
The figure gave a surprisingly honest sort of shock or maybe he was just that good, "You mean you don't spend most of your days trapped in my pocketwatch having to choose between an unmovable object or an unstoppable force - you don't say." It was kind of strange to even imagine this elderly man spending time on the internet searching up very specific memes, but well, these days, who actually told the truth. He propped both hands back on his cane, taking a seat next to where Mark who looked extremely uncomfortable, but thankfully had not fled in terror yet.
Just because Senga was nearby, the horseman got another quick rap with the cane, "What did I say about respect now? See this?" He pointed to Rep, to Mimsy and then to Derky. "This is why I like Humans. This is why they're even here. Humans, compared to the rest of us, know how to behave in the right circumstance, honestly, openly, and with a little bit of curiousity. They know how to adapt, and thus their - pardon the pun - deaths are so much more meaningful. You on the other hand- " His eyes trailed to the rest of the horsemen - "Well, a promise is a promise, even if it is unpaid work. Guess that's what I get for going on vacation for so long. So what will it be. Do you want to remain as you currently are now with Medea, following her just vaguely unorthodox habits or-"
- The world shifted.
It did not reset, no, the desert simply turned dark, without transition. The sand glimmered an off grey, and then, very notably, around them was a very strong glow that rotated in a circle, encompassing all the runes.
The runes combined with two round circles etched in glowing white created the illusion of a clock.
And then the illusion of the old gentleman was gone, replaced with a simpler figure, one that even the Hunters could understand. There was nothing flashy about his Fear because he himself commanded it with such precision, it felt flawless. In his hands was still the cane, he still wore the same snappy Brooks Brothers suit, but instead of skin, his face, arms, legs, hands, were bleached white. A talking skeleton, perhaps, simply content with itself. Something so simple and honest that for a second it seemed surreal. This was the Horsemen of Death.
Snap. The traces of white etched on the ground disappeared, and in his hands appeared a simple gold pocketwatch. He flicked it open, and then closed it again, putting it back into his breast pocket.
At this point it was safe to say Mark passed out.
"So what will it be?" The figure was nonchalant because he had nothing to hide. The sand for a second felt thicker, like coarse bone and hollow shadows, and the air a little thinner. "You are at a crossroads, dear Lost Clans, and I am offering to intervene. Disclosed information, but at least I can give a warning, it's the least I can do for all of you entertaining me in a small experiment. I am here to intervene because the outcome is unfavourable for all, horsemen, Human, Halloween perhaps. It is a little bit of a lofty goal, since you already took the first steps to well, extinction-
- But it is possible that I can give you a second chance. Universal goals." He waggled a bony finger at Mark. "Someone you know especially owes me a small favour." OOC ALL HORSEMEN:- Congrats! You get to choose important choices!
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 6:04 pm
Rep reached over with a single finger to push Al's head off of him. "Mind what I said about personal space?" he said quietly and dangerously.
He handed over the artifact. "Do NOT take the ******** lid off. Just press the lever-y bit."
Al didn't get his drink.
Instead Rep was gestured at, and glanced up with a look of bafflement just in time for the world to shift around them all, to realise with a slow sink of dread who they might well be dealing with. He tried to reassure himself it couldn't be, not really. But everything else, dragons, ghosts, demons, had all ended up being real whether he believed it or not.
Something big was being discussed but it was too big for even him, he showed up, he fought, he went home. He needed to learn to understand more, given the change in his current situation.
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