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The hiss of her name had her turning around sharply looking no less frightened and on the verge of getting ready to attack. Those wild eyes stared at Shun before they glanced around him at the Hunters. This had just been a set up the entire time hadn't it? They had lured them here so they could take them all back to the lab. She didn't want to go back to that place. She didn't! She couldn't!

The longer she thought about it the faster her breathing had become her arms wrapping around her middle as she started to rock. There was no need for insanity here she was paranoid well enough on her own. The lycan was pretty sure they were all doomed, trapped down here like mice in a snake cage.

Crimson orbs darting back to Shun she tried to focus on his words. Pull herself together....Pull herself together? That hardly seemed possible. Not in this situation. She opened her mouth like she was going to speak but the added stress had robbed away what little voice she had and the way her lips were moving made no sense.

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Alexander's first few steps down were slow and careful. He didn't exactly have a great track record with stairs, and this was a set that he couldn't even see the bottom of from where he stood, though the fog obscured and hid a lot from his already halved view. Still, despite his precise steps, his skeletal foot slid out from under him on one of the rounded, carved slabs of stone, and he could feel himself begin to stumble, arms flailing as he fought to regain balance.

And then, oddly, it was as though somebody grabbed on to him, steadying him just until he was able to stand on his own once more, the touch there and gone as quickly as it came, startling him almost more so then the near fall had done.

It was not to be the last time something like this would happen on his steady descent down the stairs that never seemed to end. The zomboil's shambling gait combined with his awkward clumsiness just did not mix well with walking downwards. But every single time he stumbled, something would reach for him and steady him once more. It was rather unnerving, and almost got to the point where he wished he could fall, just for some semblance of normalcy. They only thing that really kept him moving along were the voices from below. Some familiar, and others not. He had no idea if Maggie had followed him down, and was so busy concentrating on his descent that he never turned around just to check.

After what seemed to be ages he reached the bottom, only to find himself in an incredibly spacious area. A quick glance around had anger building up inside of him already. Hunters. Of course their had to be hunters down here. He moved forward, turning around finally to see if Maggie had followed him, only to be confronted by a stone wall in place of stairs. Startled, his face automatically tilted back to have a look up, where he could just barely make out what appeared to be a light in the distance.

Well....s**t.

Hoping that the ghoul was okay, he moved to the side, keeping to himself, searching now for anybody he might recognize. He thought that he felt something brush against his leg, but a glance down showed him nothing but fog. To one side he could see a small group of students, Xiu among them and...was that a flash of green he spotted.....? His gaze averted, his face contorting with the pain that dug deep inside of him, memories of what he had eventually forced himself to do to Yin suddenly bombarding him, making him cringe into himself, his shoulders hunching up as thoughts of hunters in their midst was momentarily put on the back burner.

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Billy was just beginning to notice the amount of people injured. Really, he hadn't been so. He wondered what they had encountered in the fog.
He nodded at boil's question.
"No one has attacked anyone else. I think we were waiting to see what the fog threw at us first, or for someone else to throw the first blow."

Billy for one, didn't overly want to fight at the moment. No one was attacking him or people he knew yet, and he was more worried about the curls of fog about the room.
Then again, he didn't trust the hunters.

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His harsh tone hit her as he called out her name again making her jump. Closing her eyes for a moment she tried to focus and clear away the hysteria. Her chest was so tight with anxiety now it was hard to breath but that was what she focused on. Breathing. Just breath just breath. Maybe it was all an illusion like what they had seen before. So many things in this place had turned out to not be real. Why wouldn't this be any different?

After a few good slower breaths Mitsu dared to open her eyes but the Hunters were still there. She tried not to panic, only glancing away to look at Shun before looking back to make sure the hunters stayed where she could see them. Swallowing down her fear was very much like swallowing a mouth full of ice cubes. It was a cold burn that went all the way down her throat and spread across her chest before it finally settled in her belly making her feel sick. She didn't like being afraid but what had happened had been too recent. It wasn't likely something she would ever forget and she wasn't even sure the memory would fade. At least not with them here like this as a constant reminder.

Taking another deep breath on instruction Mitsu vaguely nodded, her eyes becoming slightly unfocused as she glanced around the room. After a while her head grew still her gaze distant as her mouth drew into a tight thin line.

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Rep started pacing again, straying a little further from the group of hunters, he had no interest in maintaining this tense status quo. Every furtive or resentful look they got thrown their way he aimed to meet, daring them, goading them. Try it. It felt good that the monsters were keeping their distance, to him, it meant they were afraid. He was not.

He just needed to find one to land a hit on. Cast that first stone to get things rolling.

he ignored the fallen angel, of course he'd want to preserve the kids. The people like him.

was his slightly bitter reply.

In an attempt to burn off some steam - and to mask and sudden movements he might decide to make, he started doing some warm-up swings with the axe, getting his own little space in which to do so. Where the hell was Ace?

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HP: 30/50
DMG : N/A
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.

Marcus held up his hands at Gale, "Not yet anyway. One lord of hair care products and a jester who controls tit powers stand in your way." Marcus had reached give no ******** nirvana. "Again, going on a limb here, but has anyone tried to see or ask if they've made any progress in this hellhole?" A thumb pointed to the direction on the students.

Soren was not going through the door, he had decided. But if they were going down the stairs...it was easier to just follow along. He tromped down the stairs, boots landing heavily, tendrils of fog brushing past him to keep him on track. As he continued he lost sight of the others, simply keeping in mind who was in around him, though his mind was partially occupied otherwise, thinking of what he had seen. What he had felt.

He began to see forms, strangers, some familiar from running his booth, but it was his name that he picked up on. A priestess calling for him. He began moving toward the voice muffled by the fog, hearing her call for Senga. Simply hello. It helped him to find her, moving toward her until he could reach out, hand going to rest lightly on her shoulder. The fog had separated them too often, and his normal advantage that came from his height was all but lost to it as he tried to glance around, eyes straining to find other horsemen.