"Freezing, haha, figures, everything's messed up," he seemed almost sheepish, but thankful for the spotcheck.
He'd felt like all of his insides were outsides.
He took Jordan's hand, and kept it, both their hands were chilly. "The house...the house was messed up too. I thought-" He gave Jordan a soft, cheerful kiss, and then another, and then a third- he laughed and rubbed Jordan's arms. "You are cold. s**t."
Across the way, large changes were happening in the fog overhead. Wolves were turning into birds. The rest of the students and hunters were...hell, they were doing something.
Harrison couldn't help but feel optimistic about it.
Prolixity
Hunter Damage: 486 Halloween Damage: 474
Stats:
Name: Harrison Hughes Charge: 0/3 HP: 39/50 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 20% Items: Corrupt Runic Bandage (x2), Runic Bandaids RP Blurb: Scarred hunter with a bleach blonde buzzcut, a pink sash around his waist, and dual cutlasses.
Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 9:55 pm
So the creature seemed capable of multiple things. Ice and whatever had happened to Harrison, which at least to him, hadn't looked like ice. It had looked like pain, just ******** liberal helpings of it.
As Candace joined their group, Rep simply looked at her, expression blank and aloof before with a roll of his eyes, he turned his back on Harrison and Jordan to look out at the raging battle instead. The creeping paranoia of the insanity was starting to finally sink its claws into his fleeting moment of self doubt and wriggle into everyting. He hadn't been here last time, whatever last time had been and found himself wondering almost idly if this ******** rampaging thing was something they'd also caused, like the phoenix. Forever creating their own ******** executioners.
As if he'd spoken of the devil, everything on the battlefield went strange before his eyes, the monster was gone and there was a glimpse, fleeting and brief of that dreaded phoenix. He couldn't even get angry, at this point he was just resigned that this fog would be part of their lives forever, that they'd earned it and it was just going to be something else they had to get used to, like having voices in their heads and being ruled by psychopaths.
There was a commotion over where the creature had been, what looked like someone cloaked with a weapon. He assumed it was one of their own for the time being and paid it little heed.
Target: N/A Target HP Unchanged Stats:
Name: William Reid HP: 50/50 DMG : Not attacking FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 35% Charge: 0/3 Items : 2 x medikit, 1 runic bandage Appearance : Loud, arrogant
human with vibrant red hair and a nasty demeanour,
weilds a massive two handed lochaber axe.
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Huni Pi rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 3Total: 9 (2-24)
Tro watched as students and Hunters alike swarmed him. No, not just him. The former student felt a wave of dizziness crash over him as pain sliced through his mind. It felt so tempting to simply black out, to just let the darkness take him, let himself go. But he couldn't. There was something, someone, holding him back, keeping him grounded and here. Partner? he cautiously murmured, confusion edging his mental voice.
A chipper response greeted him, relieved and happy with the faintest undertone of concern. "Oh good! You're awake, Tro~ I mean you're usually so silent but it felt like you were having a daydream."
A dream? Yes, maybe, it sounded possible. Tro wasn't sure.
"You-know-who's gonna come charging in any minute without thinking and it's our job to make sure his a** isn't kicked from here to high-heaven! Now help me figure out who to hit!"
The Hunter spun on her heels, giving the crowd a brief scan and immediately, Tro's eyes locked onto a red-hued student.
"That one?" the female Hunter asked.
NO! NOT HIM! Tro practically screamed it to his partner.
The Hunter winced beneath her hood but all the same, she decided to go for a different student. She glanced over her shoulder to suddenly yell, "HEY YO, FALCON!! GET YOUR a** OVER HERE!" And with that, the Hunter lunged forward with a swift thrust at the white-haired Halloweener. "Hey girly, wanna have a cat-fight?"
Maybe he had just been too close when it happened...
He had been right there, right next to the beast, throwing punch after punch, until his arm felt like it might fall off at the shoulder. But still, he couldn't stop, not when so much could be at risk.
But then she had arrived. Medea had come, and with a blast of something first colorful then hot and white. Silence, and in that silence the zomboil had a brief moment to feel elated, because surely now they had won, and this could all just be over. They could just go....
...Home?
Even as he thought the word, he realized that something was wrong. The fog from where the beast once stood was now sweeping towards him, driving into him before curling around him, drawing him in, pulling him. He didn't even have time to shout out, to try and fight against it, before he was blinded by a blanket of white, and he slipped out of consciousness, the fog shrouding his form as it pulled him further into it's mass.
He awakened, but not with a sound of exclamation or a gasp because he found that he couldn't. In fact, he found that he could not even move his limbs, and that the world around him simply appeared much different then it had before.
Are you ready?
The word was whispered in his mind and he desperately attempted to turn his head, to try and see where the voice was coming from. He felt odd, as though suspended in air. But he had no head to turn, his eyes..they were not where his eyes should be. He found that he could see, but what he saw gave no comfort, because he still didn't understand what was happening.
Ready for what? He couldn't speak the words, because he had no way of speaking them, but yet he could still somehow communicate with the shadowy figure that he had caught a glimpse of, seemingly by thoughts alone.
Alexander He could practically feel the reprehension in that one word, though it was almost as though it were laced with amusement Do not play games with me. You know what.
Movement. Somehow he was moving, but it was not of his own accord.
It's time.
Even as the words were communicated to him, it was like he could feel his senses becoming dulled. Shifting, changing, as memories of what he once was began to drift away and cease to exist altogether. Why had he been questioning his partner earlier? Of course he was ready. He was always ready, always hungry.
Always.
Yes
He agreed. It was time.
A hooded figure stepped out of the fog, wielding a deadly looking weapon, a sword, the runes along it's blade glowing red. With swift movements it turned and lashed out, aiming for whatever or whoever was unlucky enough to be in it's path.
HP: 150/150 Target: Shun Damage: 7
Blade Kuroda
Seussi
Ice-Cold Hunter
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Rown rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 2Total: 3 (2-20)
Rown
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 10:05 pm
There was no attack, only panic, as another weapon wielding hunter entered the fray. Was Ofelia supposed to attack? Was she supposed to turn against the students?
Her head hurt, it hurt so very badly, and she just clamped her fingers against her skull as she waited.
And like that, she was gone again - but perhaps not entirely as such. Shehk hadn't moved from that place where she stood staring up at the phantom image of Red - not really Red, if she thought about it. No, the truest Red was that one that had given her that small degree of direction before that doorway.
But with the shattering of the phantom image of the werewolf, Shehk was forced to come back down to earth, looking around to see who else was present for merely a moment before she looked back into the fog. Curiosity - perhaps she should have attempted to take a few steps into it to see what would happen.
Or perhaps now she should have been taking her time to try and gnaw something's throat out. Tempting...
It was made all the more tempting as new figures began to gather baring weapons - perhaps to be food for her now. Her stomach rumbled at the idea of feasting on flesh again.... Ofelia had opened up one flood gate in that sense.
Stats:
Name:Shehk Faction: Student HP: 30/50 Fear: 100% Insanity: 10% Visual Reference:Shehk Inventory: - Glass - x - Pumpkin Pill - x - Used x - Regained x - Corrupted Pumpkin Pill - x
Actions Selected: 1 - Ignore Fog and Move in a Random Direction - x 2 - Agree to Return Item, Attack - x 3 - Use Pumpkin Pill on Figure - x 4 - Pick up the Beaker - x 5 - All Paths Lead to the Same End - x
From the ground, the after-effects of agony were wearing off, leaving only the prickling sensation of pins and needles. Still, with the worm'seye view, Before eventually propped himself up on his elbows to witness the unfolding events.
He did not like what was happening. He did not like it one bit. True a weird-a**-looking Hunter appeared from the fog but, seriously? Why the ******** were his fellow Hunters attacking him, her, them? Teal eyes narrowed at Jake, one more reason for him to dislike the new-face. But his attention was promptly stolen when Ofelia began to freak out.
Oh this was not going to end well, he could tell 8CCCCC with as much strength as he could muster (and maybe getting some help from his own weapon) Before pounced on Ofelia and tried to wrestle her to the ground, using the large wheel to pin them both down.
"Augh! Bella! Mort! Stay back! I think that dude means business!" he called out.
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 currently trying to wrestle Ofelia to the ground
Rown
He is not copping a feel
Ol-j-man
He may not succeeed
AyeAvast
Don't kick him ; 3;
Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 10:14 pm
"Don't," Ami said, shrugging off the pat on her head. She still wasn't really okay with bodily touches from this man. Something about it unsettled her.
Her eyes caught Wilson in the crowd. Protecting Wilson was far more important to her than protecting Lex. Call it selfish, but Wilson was still incredibly important to her. Even if it hurt.
She ducked off the ledge she'd been standing on and took to Wilson's side. "Are you okay? Hurt? I have bandages-"
Target: -- Target HP: --
Stats:
HP: 25/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 25% 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.
syusaki
calvalier carhop
Oh whoops lex got ditched /LAUGH SONGS
chiickadee
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 10:16 pm
What the hell was going on? Leon wasn't sure if he was going through some time of weird mirage due to the mind numbing cold. "who the hell is that?" he queried aloud and poked Rep. a manly poke with his elbow into the sun hunters shoulder.
The giant beast from before had vanished again, the crest of a rising phoenix shot out in its final moments, the beast was slain, everything should have been fine.
And suddenly new hunters. "Who sent in the cavalry?" it wasn't nice to greet new comrade without a shirt on. the life hunter was just going to have to deal with it.
Target: TARGETNAMEHERE Target HP: TARGET HP HERE
Stats:
Name: Leon Stone HP:20/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 20% Items: 1 Medkit from the medic tent, 2 corrupted pumpkin pills, 1 pumpkin pill RP Blurb: Leon stands at 6' 2", dark brown hair and beard stubble and if a very fit and buff gentleman that likes to charge at things with a very loud, noisy and dangerous chainsaw etched with green runes.
The suspense didn't last too long. One moment there seemed to be nothing but swirling fog, and the next, there was something there. Something with a weapon. Here we go again.
"Wait," she whispered. It almost looked like a hunter. Though it was the wrong color, and it had just come out of the fog. For a moment, Sherry stood, confused.
Then Jake went rushing off to hit things.
"I am not taking lessons from him," Sherry drew that line right then and there. She knew her weapon would suggest it any moment.
She looked back at the mystery person who stepped out of the fog. Those called students were attacking it, and it was no long alone. "It appears to be...they seem like hunters," she muttered. But if they were hunters...why did she other hunters rushing in to attack them? Why were they the wrong color? What was going on?
"Jake! What are you doing?" she yelled at the kid, completely confused by the current situation.
((ACK! Ignore that roll! Def. not attacking. orz )) 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.]
Grifferie
Crew
Deus Sherry
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Enduring Muse
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 10:23 pm
"HOW DARE YOU." A screech of absolute fury rang out over the battlefield, and a set of mechanical contraptions shoved their way through the crowd, rushing to the students' aid - and Moira, the Amityville janitor, was riding high atop one of them, like some sort of undead, wingless avenging angel.
Or something.
"ATTACK," she shouted, gesturing three Trashbots to advance; they came up alongside the students, ready to follow their lead. "Be brave, spookies!!"
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OOC: -> The next three AMITYVILLE-ALIGNED characters (limited to one buff per student; this does not stack with itself) will get the buff of +2 damage to their total! The Trashbot will attack alongside your student for that amount of additional damage SHOULD YOUR STUDENT HIT. -> Remember: It will only work if your initial attack would hit your target! So if you roll 6 or less, sorry! You still missed!
-> Put this at the top of your post so people know that you did not calculate your damage wrongly; It will also help with tracking how many people had claimed the buff already.]
[quote="Sosiqui"]I am Character 1/2/3. I'm taking Moira's [b]+2 damage[/b] buff![/quote]
Stats:
Name: Moira *********> 144 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: RP Blurb: Poison headcrab zombie! Also, janitor.
Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 10:26 pm
Jake pulled back, prepared to strike again. Why?
He heard Sherry, and turned his head. "What's it LOOK like?" ... Were these friends of hers? He looked back to see that the other hunters had stalled, and only the halloween students were attacking.
Well, that didn't concern him.
He stopped and scoffed. Am I weighing on your conscience now? Chester seemed hesitant.
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.
Action: N/A Result: --
Fear Attack: World of Darkness (Y2 Headlights) Charge: 3/3 [0/2] Attacks Used: 1/3
GrnGriff
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Dangerous Hunter
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Wealthy Lover
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 10:27 pm
Malcolm had been observing the battle, his staff in one hand; for some reason, he felt strangely calm as he watched the students battle. Even students who didn't fare well in his class seemed to be holding up well... It was interesting to see what they had learnt, just by being put through suffering.
With the behemoth gone and the sudden appearance of two new hunters, the black dog had no time to wonder if what they did was good or bad. Not with a new threat on the field.
"What the hell are these guys?" He growled out, lunging for the latter of the two. They looked like hunters, but he wasn't entirely sure that they were or not. The hunters also seemed genuinely confused.
Target: Alex Target HP: 150
stats:
Name: Tybalt HP: 29/50 Damage: 0 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 25% Items: None RP Blurb: Looks like this or this. Depending on which form he is in.
I am Character 1. I'm taking Moira's +2 damage buff!
Seeing the weapon coming for her, Xiu attempted to dodge out of the way, only to hiss in surprise when the blade nicked her in the shoulder. A quick glance ensured her that it wasn't anything too deep, and she moved forward to snap her leg out and deliver a swift kick to the Hunter's shin.
"Just what are you--?"
The baku paused in confusion as she spotted something moving beside her, watching with an open mouth as the trashbot moved forward to attack the hunter that she had just struck. Eyes wide, she turned to look around the field, ears perking up at an encouraging voice. When she found Moira among the rest of the crowd, the baku smiled, giving the Amity janitor a small nod in thanks.
Of course, it wasn't as if things were that easy. Before she knew what happened, she could see another hunter nearby who was lunging for Shun.
Target: Tro Target HP: 109
(( Stats: ))
Name: Xiuying HP: 45/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 5% Items: 2 Pumpkin Pills RP Blurb:5'2" baku ghoul
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