The witch’s strained attempt to look optimistic was met with a harsh bark of laughter. Everything was not fine, little witchling. He let himself be dragged forward to his so-called group, in spite of the fact that they were always breaking apart, always having to find each other. Was that really what it took? He was getting weary of watching for others, slowly starting to come to the realization that maybe he was better off on his own after all. For surely that was why Belladonna kept pulling him back in, out of this vain hope that being near would ease him of the cold grayness enveloping him from the inside. He knew better.
Everything was not alright.
He shouldn’t have stayed so long, because now leaving was going to be harder. Ofie was a clinger, Clover was just now crawling back, and Bells . . . under the layer of whispers and paranoia, his core clenched in recoil at the image of her so forlorn in the mists. This wasn’t what he wanted. But it wasn’t about wants anymore, only the survival of as many as possible. What if he only got worse and worse? What if they saw him for what he was becoming and shunned him anyway? That was the eventual recourse after all . . . Yes, better to leave and quietly continue his struggle while he still had the mind to; he couldn’t here, not with the noise and the touching and her there.
But Mort was still a sucker; he couldn’t just break this off clean, no, he still have a few things to say to his witch before he left. So with a gentle squeeze of her hand, with a flash of the old, frightened Mort appearing, grayed and frayed and world-weary of the fights he kept plunging himself into, he spoke. ”Bells . . .” The tug became a little more insistent, to pull her away from the hunters. ”L-Listen, need –“
And then everything was drowned out with a mighty roar and his hand literally slipped through her fingers as it flickered out of existence. And then it was like the world exploded: everything turned into a mess of distorted color and half-formed figures and a blurred whiteness that he knew, feared, screamed at and thrashed and revolted against overwhelmed him, pulled at him relentlessly until he he was locked in place, stretched, shrunk, turned, evolved, converted, obliterated –--
A quiet hum woke him from his haze-dream. Something tightened inside. A clink of metal joints brushing against each other. A jovial, rich voice.
You awake, Frankenstein?
Stirring. A louder hum. Yeah. Was just haze-dreaming again. 'Ve been telling you, patchwork s'not same as zombie, Martin. It was almost an in-joke at this point that his hunter had the worst memory; he often joked it was because he got knocked on the head around too many times doing his job. Something moved Mort but he was not in control: a fist into an open palm, the sign that it was about to be go time. "S'up this time?
Oh, the usual. Joyce went off to be the first at the party. Got this here mission we got to do and she –
- wanted to get scope’ve place b-before you got there. Heh, must’ve been easy since you like naps. Typical of his owner.
Yeah yeah. Ready to show off?
You know it. The power gauntlet lit with power, buzzed with growing excitement.
Martin grinned cheekishly and cracked his knuckles once more as he left into the fray in his usual, dramatic manner.
”Oy, J-dog, leave some for me!” The large electrically charged weapon sang through the air as it smashed into some sort of dog creature trying to attack one of them. "OY, down boy!"
HP: 150 Attack: 1/3 Damage: 16 Target:
-OnionGrump
Tybalt
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 10:36 pm
Sosiqui
I am Character 1. I'm taking Moira's +2 damage buff!
Panting, Aksaja moved back, away from the beast as things began happening that he didn't understand. But then again, this entire thing had been a long series of that. As he moved, he spotted a familiar mop of sandy blonde hair and blinked. Sharra . . . ? Yes. It was Sharra. "Hey," he said, moving over beside the nergal boil. "Sorry I . . . lost you for a while." Before he could say much more, though, yet more fog-things began showing up. But these . . . these looked like Hunters. s**t. "You've gotta be kidding me."
Still, they couldn't let them win. Snarling, Aksaja charged at the one with the sword, hoping that Sharra would follow his lead. They made a good team, after all. At least, he thought they did?
Target: Alexander Target HP: 145/150
Stats:
Name: Aksaja HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 35% Items: 1 corrupt pumpkin pill RP Blurb:Like dis
It wasn't until she was well aware that someone was holding her down, her torso pressed against the floor, that Ofelia somewhat snapped. She started flailing, struggling against everything, and somehow she'd managed to get back onto her own back, her face looking up into that of whomever was holding her down.
It was Before and, even though Ofelia knew his face, she struggled to get free. Sad animal-like wails escaped from her mouth as she kicked and tossed, her arms and legs doing their very best to get her loose. She started to cry though it was more sound than tears, and her body rocked beneath him in an effort to get free.
As soon as Selene gathered herself up again, and the monster formerly known as Red disappeared, she shakily stood and rubbed her eyes with her fists. She didn't cry, because crying was unbefitting of a professor, especially in front of her students. Students who, by all accounts, were being far braver than her!
She sighed a tiny, sharp sigh, and started to surge forward, only to trip on her own two feet and stumble right into Malcolm's back.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry- Malcie!" The professor clung to his back like a lifeline, and started to tug on his shirt. "What are you doing, just standing here. We have to help them! We have to stop the students from storming into battle like this. What will we tell their parents?!"
She was of a different mind than her fellow professor when it came to judgement on the topic of students and battle.
Stats:
Name: Professor Selene Apophis HP: 132 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: A heart full of love RP Blurb: Professor Selene is a small, jittery little woman, dressed in traditional ancient egyptian clothing. She has a giant snake tail and her voice is too quiet, and very hard to hear.
Sherry bit her lip. But something still seemed off. She didn't recognize these hunters. And they wore not coats. She looked around, noting the students were attacking. The hunters she did recognize seemed to be doing their own things...but basically not attacking.
Something seemed wrong. But Sherry was having a hard time figuring out what. So, she just stood there, clutching her glaive, and looking very confused.
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 black dog was inches from his target when another knocked him aside with brute force. Unaware of the attack until it was too late. Hell, he hadn't even realized there was a third one of these hunters present.
"Shi--Jack damn it! That bloody hurts!" He hissed out in a growl, teeth bared as he spun around to face his attacker. Who, just like the other hunters, wielded weapons. Though unlike the rest of the hunters gathered here, there was a familiarity about this particular weapon. Unfortunately, with no time to stop and ask questions, he rushed forward again, this time snapping his jaws at the very arm that had knocked him back.
Target: Mort Target HP: 145
stats:
Name: Tybalt HP: 13/50 Damage: 5 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 25% Items: None RP Blurb: Looks like this or this. Depending on which form he is in.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 10:49 pm
Malcolm might had twitched a little at the nickname; you'd think that after all these years, he would be immune to it.
"Help? Yes," He replied, looking down at the woman who was holding onto him; it was strangely nostalgic, and a little sad, "Stop? Impossible, especially at this point in time... They've been doing this over a year, and nobody had withdrew yet. I don't think we should worry about their parents."
He sighed, "We didn't win, but maybe they can... As a professor, your job is to support them. That makes all the difference."
Stats:
Name: Professor Malcolm HP: 124 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items:suffering and 'most of my friends are dead' RP Blurb: currently covered man chest
Nio love
Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 10:57 pm
LOOKS like? This girl needed her eyes checked.
He gave her a bored look and de-summoned Chester. "So what if I am? What's it to you?" The term "ally" didn't seem to be in his vocabulary.
"Besides, do these look like ORDINARY hunters to you? Anyone you know?" Not that it really would of made a difference.
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
A moment of distraction looking at the things around him, the insanity creature, the phoenix from the horseman isles taking flight, and he lost Alexander. It was annoying. He had decided to protect him rather than fighting and it was impossible to do if the zomboil managed to vanish. And sweeping his gaze, moving around he did not see him. It was unusual for the zomboil to go anywhere quickly but...that was it.
A creature, a hunter, emerged as an enemy that attacked a familiar form and annoyed Yin went to strike at it. While fighting he could find him, for now there were hunters he could attack and nothing else to focus his efforts on. This was nice.
Target: Mort Target HP: 140/150
Stats:
Name: Yin HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 45% Items: 2x pumpkin pill RP Blurb: Yin looks like Yin. Mantodae, 5'7" and wearing a dark green scarf
The sword had connected to its first target, the blade swinging with a swift movement before the robed and shadow shrouded figure moved on, turning, already searching for a fresh target.
It did not take long to find one as something barreled into him, knocking him back several paces but otherwise appearing to not do any harm at all.
The robed figure did not hesitate. The runes along the swords blade seemed to grow brighter, awash with a red glow as he raised it up and then brought it down, then back up, and back down, quickly, in a blur of steel and red light, attempting to cut this new opponent, this nuisance down.
Alexander hungered, and the hunter who wielded him was only to eager to give him what he wanted, without a need to communicate this desire between them.
Selene let Malcolm's clothing go, standing up on her own two feet as best as she could. That, of course, meant that most of her weight was currently on her tail. She considered what he had to say, and took his advice to heart. Who better to show Selene the true nature of her role as a professor, than the man she'd trusted for the better part of her life, and the man whose experience at Amity was immeasurable?
Malcolms words were as good as gold to her.
"Support. Support! I can do that.. I can.." She sounded like she was convincing herself, more than him. She turned, and watched the students as they began to attack other, newer opponents, and she burrowed closer to Malcolm's back in sudden shyness.
"Doesssss anybody need any ssssupport?"
She couldn't even hear herself anymore.
Stats:
Name: Professor Selene Apophis HP: 132 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: A heart full of love RP Blurb: Professor Selene is a small, jittery little woman, dressed in traditional ancient egyptian clothing. She has a giant snake tail and her voice is too quiet, and very hard to hear.
Dragain
Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 11:06 pm
Malcolm face palmed at her attempt, and then lightly pushed Selene towards the direction of a black dog student. He then made several hand gestures that roughly translate to 'JUST DO IT'. : |
Stats:
Name: Professor Malcolm HP: 124 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items:suffering and 'most of my friends are dead' RP Blurb: currently covered man chest
The nips and strikes made the large hunter laugh heartily as if someone had told him an amazing joke. This was all a fun game, yes, but he would get to these animals later: his next target already made itself known by the simple fact that it was standing still. It looked so confused and unsure - so he wanted to elaborate why they were there to the fool of a creature.
Lessons one: never sit still in a battle. He had learned that quickly as a Sun hunter.
The gauntlet swung through the air to meet her. "Got a lot've critters around," he noted casually to Joyce as his partner hummed with the taste of Fear. "Told you I've got animal magnetism~"
Yup, all one big, fun game for him. Mort had slowly learned to ease up under Martin's influence, though he had to wonder at his reckless charge into everything.
HP: 140 Attack: 2/3 Damage: 6 Target:
-GrnGriff
Sherry
Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 11:12 pm
Where were these Hunters suddenly coming from? They were certainly a lot more aggressive than the other Hunters who were standing about, and...well actually, many of the Hunters seemed just as puzzled as they were. This was strange, very strange--did that Hunter just attack another Hunter?
What was going on?
The baku suddenly flinched when she spotted another student receiving a heavy blow from one of the newcomers, and the end of her tail puffed out in alarm when she turned to look at them more closely, realizing that the student was a very familiar one. He seemed to be okay for now, but if the Hunter was lucky and managed to get another blow like that in...
Xiu dug through her pockets until she finally found what she was looking for, producing a small, round orange pill. "Hey, Tybalt! Catch!" Aiming in the boil's direction--and thanking Jack that it wasn't that far, so she'd be unlikely to miss--she tossed one of her pumpkin pills his way, just in case it came in handy.
Target: N/A Target HP: --
(( Stats: ))
Name: Xiuying HP: 45/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 5% Items: 1 Pumpkin Pill RP Blurb:5'2" baku ghoul
Though these people looked like hunters, Ryan couldn't help by feel that something was off about them. He didn't attack, however, choosing instead to wait a little further to get a better reading on this situation. Though when the one struck at a fellow hunter, that was enough to tell the moon trainee that these were not their allies.
Charging towards one of the three present, Ryan struck at them with a closed fist and glared at the face hidden beneath the hood.
"Are you guys supposed to be hunters? Why the hell are you attacking your own kind!" He demanded.
Target: Tro Target HP: 102
Stats:
Name: Ryan O'Conner HP: 50/50 Damage: 7 Charge: 3/3 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 50% Items: None RP Blurb: Looks like this.
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