Leon watched dumbly as the new hunter with a gauntlet came out into the fray. The life hunter could feel his teeth scrape horribly with the way he was grinding them. "Lucky b*****d and his weapon." the man grumbled lowly and kicked at the floor.
-hey. Leon, I'm right jacking here you oaf- Nid scowled from inside his head.
"yeah i know." the life trainee replied back. he was so jelly over that awesome weapon.
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.
Xiu looked relieved when the pumpkin pill safely reached the ghost boil's hands, only to pause and stare just as blankly at he was at the professor who had flopped down at his feet. There was a moment of silence, and then she hesitantly cleared her throat. "...Professor, are you alright?" This was...the second time that Xiu had seen her fall today, wasn't it?
She would have said more, but her head snapped up when she heard a familiar voice calling out to her. Looking over towards Shun, she nodded, looking a little troubled. "Yes, I know! I'm not sure who--or what--they are, but we should be careful." At the very least, it seemed clear that they weren't on Halloween's side, but there was now also the question of whether they were on the Hunter's side.
...Or were they just more insanity creatures masquerading as Hunters? By this point, Xiu really didn't know. In either case, it didn't stop her from running back up to the one who had initially appeared and delivering a light kick.
"It's weird though," Xiu murmured as she jumped back, moving to where Shun was, "I just...where did these people come from, and what are their intentions?"
Target: Tro Target HP: 85
(( Stats: ))
Name: Xiuying HP: 45/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 5% Items: 1 Pumpkin Pill RP Blurb:5'2" baku ghoul
Kaiyumi
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 11:54 pm
Malcolm nodded at Shun, glad that the spell seemed to work. He then very awkwardly gave him a thumbs-up; it was so awkward that it probably made the act of hugging Shun look natural.
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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
Screams, shouts, roars, snarls, clashing and smashing and fighting and chaos lay beyond the rock, and Jerry couldn't handle it. He felt like he was drowning, but it wasn't like his old panic attacks. He wasn't entirely sure what it was. If he stayed low, stayed down, stayed under the cover, he could breath.
But he couldn't sit still.
We're still on a battlefield, and you're still a front-lineman, meatsack. Roar's voice finally permeated the fog in his head and chaos around them and Jerry's head jerked up.
"I'm n-not useless," He mumbled frantically.
Then get your jackin' tail out there.
He scrambled to his feet, pushing his glasses up his nose as he tried to take in a target. His mauled shoulder was on the mends already, but even so was tender under the weight of Roar's metal and blasting kick. The shot ripped through the battlefield into the unfamiliar cloaked figure.
Surrounded by enemies. Everyone was fair game. Make wise choices. Concentrate.
Target: Tro Target HP: 80
Stats:
Name: Jerry HP: 60/60 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 75% Items: Med Kit X 2, Corrupted Runic Bandages RP Blurb: Disheveled hippie-nerd with a bazooka.
Martin just took one look at the pair of them and gave a long suffering sigh. "Well s**t, death n' life ain't cut out for fights anyway," he commented with a little shake of his head, waving away the glaive's little poke.
And then the death dude touched her with tentacles. And then he missed.
Oh God, the uproarious laughter that came from him was almost deafening.
"Son, keep it in your pants 'til you meet the right girl," Martin advised most seriou- nope, tentacles. "Pffffffffff God that is high-larious, kid; I almost feel bad about what we gotta do." He turned his hooded head to the moon hunter. "If you'd read the report, J, you'dve known we'd be up against some imposters," he went on to say to her. "Something about 'Weenies showin' up too, like all them anim-"
Martin, w-watch out!
Whack.
Martin spun around to meet the death hunter. "Really? You really wanna get that close, son?" Though his face was inky black, it was easy to identify a dangerous camaraderie to his tone. Clenching a metallic fist, he activated the stored Fear: white electricity began to light up the weapon as Mort reconfigured the new amount of energy into high processes. The palm began to glow a bright blue as it hummed, prepped for more accurate attacks.
"I'm gonna give you maybe three seconds to back off, buddy. Tentacles are funny s**t, but whacking a guy on the head ain't."
HP: 130 Attack: 3/3 FEAR: The Eye Y3 (-3 dmg modifier for the next 2 turns) Target: N/A
[A.V.]
GrnGriff
Blade Kuroda
Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 12:05 am
Drifter Jet Enduro
Kaiyumi
Melvin simply watched what he assumed were other hunters fight the Halloween creatures who were still around. To Eva's question, the Lifer just shrugged. "Beats me. I never know who anyone is." To him, they were just another fighter who was taking names.
Name: Melvin HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 85% Insanity Strength: 40% Target: Otto - Defending Charges: 2/3 Items: Med Kit X 2, 2 Corrupted Runic Bandages RP Blurb: Sweater-wearing, tall, immaculate man with a red gun.
Ok. Deryk definitely overheard that part about imposters. Impostors. Really!? He wasn't an impostor! What was even more unnerving though, was when the one hunter turned around. He couldn't even really see a face! The Hunter's eyes widened as the guy threatened him. s**t! Act fast act fast!
Tooley quietly reminded him that she was more than ready to be released.
Right!
"N-No! You back off!" he cried out before the Hidden blade burst with a green aura, coming to a point over the actual metal. As this happened, he stabbed forth towards the fake's chest. There was no way this could be a real hunter! These were hostile to both sides. Best to take out!
Target: Mort Target HP: 112 Stats:
Name: Deryk Bond HP: 35 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 40% Damage: Charge: 0/3 || 1/2 Items: 2 bandages RP Blurb: Death trainee with a hidden blade. Missing one finger.
Sherry knew who the weapon was talking about. Hush. It didn't help that this dark hunter was laughing at them. Not just her, but others, too. Her opponent turned around to deal with someone else. Yep. He clearly saw her as not challenge. Well. She would have to see about that.
She took another swing with the glaive, but even as it fell, she had a feeling it hadn't been much better than her last attack.
Target: Mort Target HP: 113
Stats:
Name: Sherry Greyson HP: 29/40 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: 2/3 Target: Mort/Martin Damage: 1
Ol-j-man
She's just making his point stronger. :/
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 12:23 am
Oh. It had been Malcolm. Shun nodded in return to the professor, but then stared as the guy gave a rather awkward thumbs up. Incredibly awkward really. Perhaps the professor should have stuck with the staff jokes. In any case, there was no way he was going to return that thumbs up, so the Reaper just turned away and resumed keeping an eye on Mitsu.
At that moment, he turned towards Xiu, shrugging lightly.
"I don't know. I don't think they're on anyone's side. If they're affiliated with the insanity by some chance, most likely they're only out for destruction."
That didn't explain where they had come from though. Or how Petro had been weaponized.. if that really was him. For that matter... what of the other two?
Stats:
Name: Shun Kuroda HP: 40 FEAR Strength: 85% Insanity Strength: 15% Items: 2 pumpkin pills TARGET: Damage: FEARS: y3 SS, y2 Eye, y1 SS RP Blurb: Grim reaper with one eye.
Dragain
Kaiyumi
Inu-Mitsu
Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 12:24 am
"I'm fine, really, don't you worry about me little darlings, just-"
Selene tried to push herself back up to her feet, but her hands slid on the rubble on the floor, and she fell on her face again.
There was some kind of muffled answer, but otherwise, she just rose her hand up and gave them the thumbs up sign. Then she stayed where she was, because she couldn't fall down anymore if she just stayed down.
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.
The Hunter sneered at Jake, "Dumb luck for the dumb s**t, very appropriate." And promptly aimed the flat of the blade at Ryan, "You ******** blind as well as dumb? Or are you too green to ******** keep track of things? This yahoo of a yutz attacked me first. I didn't do s**t to him, but then again he might just be taking attitude lessons from their division leader."
Tro was feeling restless in his Hunter's grip. Something felt off. Something felt very very off. He didn't know what it was but his Hunter wasn't paying him any mind. All he knew what this was not right.
Hearing Martin's words, Joyce just grinned a smile full of teeth and wicked malice. "Damn straight, Falc~ A Moon's supposed to protect their fellow Hunters. But you ******** are obviously fakers pretending to be Hunters if you're attacking your own!"
No. No. Ain't like that. AIN'T LIKE THAT, Petro repeated to his Hunter. Why wasn't she listening? He suddenly roared as something collided into Joyce's shoulder, a projectile of some sort and he felt rage and frustration and outrage and- TRAITORS! ALL'V 'EM'R JACKING TRAITORS!!!
"OH MY ******** God I hope you're all ******** fakers because Deus is going to s**t with your ******** sorry asses." Joyce snarled through grit teeth as more and more of these "supposed" Hunters attacked her and Martin. The third guy was on his own, but Joyce wouldn't have minded teaming up.
Move, y' gotta move, stop staying'n one place! MOVE! It was all Tro could do yell advice at a human who wasn't listening, wasn't paying attention, like he wasn't there for all she cared.
HP: 80 Attack Count: 3/3 Target: N/A
[A.V.]
It's okay, it's something that is usually ic-lly discovered.
Seriously, who the hell were these people. The more they talked the more it felt like they really were hunters. But then why attack them and why the hell call them imposters? If anyone was the imposters, they fit the bill more than they did.
"Hah! Really? If that's your excuse then how do explain that guy attacking Sherry? Last I checked, she hadn't attacked anyone." He countered, still refusing to back down. "I can only imagine how bad things would turn out if every hunter acted like you did, you dumb a**!" He threw another punch, regardless of the consequences if these really were hunters. Because really, if they really were, then it wouldn't matter. The damage was done and he was already in deep s**t.
Target: Tro Target HP: 73
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.
Norvie came skittering across the terrain to the fallen snake-woman's side, his tail twitching nerviously behind him. His eyes were locked on the magnificent figure of the school's janitor valiantly riding her trash-bot in a blaze of glory a few pages back, "Don't worry, Miss Selene... Moira's here." His eyes were also sparkling.
Stats:
Name: Professor Norvegicus Rattis (Norvie) FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: Many Things RP Blurb: A rattish sort of Mad Science Teacher.
Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 12:38 am
Before wasn't yeilding from on top of Ofelia, in fact it felt like he was getting heavier, and the teen was about to just give up her sad struggle until she heard Belladonna's voice. A promise whispered in the back of her head, an oath and swearing to keep them all safe, and the way that Belladonna was calling Mort's name seemed to make her think something was horribly wrong. She needed to get out there, needed to get and protect the pair, but she couldn't do it with Before laying on her.
" . . . Sorry." Ofelia only managed one word before she shifted weight in her leg, completely driving her knee up into Before's groin. The other hunter rolled off her, as expected, and Ofelia's weapon dug itself into the ground as she scrambled to her feet. It took the hunter less than half a second to get to Belladonna's side, or at least it felt that way, and she instantly shoved herself between the witch and the person who was poking at her. "Back off, or so help me Ah'll gut ya!" The teen snapped as she shifted her position to an offensive one, ready to strike at a moment's notice.
Her eyes were unfocused, her insanity really high, but Ofelia was going to protect Belladonna. Or, she was going to get herself killed.
In between squeaks and groans of getting elbowed, kneed, and hit by other solid body parts, Before quirked a brow "What do youMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-"The rest of his words cut off as he toppled off of Ofelia, clutching at his... yeah this was going to hurt for a bit. Slowly, he crawled towards the direction she ran off, only now realizing Mort was gone.
Mort was gone? But. Did someone dissipate him?! No no no no s**t ******** no DDDDDD8 He couldn't make any sudden moves, no matter how much he wanted to. Especially when he spotted where Ofelia got to. he hollered, his crawl upping from a snail's pace to a snail-racer's pace as he did his best to get to where the witch, the Sunny, and that angry-looking dude were.
Target: None Target HP: N/A
Stats:Name: Before HP: 40/50 Charge: 0 FEAR Strength: 80% Insanity Strength: 30% Items: Corrupted Runic Bandage RP Blurb: Brunette with a big-a** wheel. He is currently writhing on the ground from having been kneed in the bojangles. It was friendly fire 8C
Name: Jerry
Name: Professor Norvegicus Rattis (Norvie)
