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Cynthia Desjardins

It seemed that the substance had hit the creature, but had done little else. Out of the corner of her eye, Cynthia spotted a certain redhead that she had gone through the circus situation with. At least she knew someone else here. But Cynthia couldn't dwell on it.

It seemed that the monster shrugged any of what it was hit with off, like it had super defense or something. "S***." Cynthia murmured. It seemed the only way to defeat the thing was to power up, but there were so many people... it just wasn't possible. Would they die here because of it? Because they had to hide their powered identities at all cost?

She only barely had enough time to dodge the spikes that were sent out, and that was quite the feat considering that the room was so crowded. They needed to get out of here. And it was even worse now. People didn't seem to be stopping their onslaught. If it lasted for too long, they would run out of things to throw or hit it with!

Of course, that was ignoring the fact that fumes were now invading the small space, that there might be fires starting, the spikes were forming again and that the creature had some sort of acid wounds.

Cynthia tried to cover her nose but the smell was too much, even when closing it she could still smell all of it. It was awful, to the point where she felt nauseous just for breathing it in. And it was starting to effect her vision too. She wasn't sure if it was some sort of hallucinogenic gas or if the smell was just that bad, but she could barely tell what was what anymore and she fell down to the ground, trying to move herself away from... well everything!

Xanthus

The room was crowded, and the struggle to lay hands on a weapon was a delay he wished hadn't happened. He felt guilty not being at the forefront. He felt guilty for not being one of the first to land a blow, guilty still that he wasn't one of the ones being struck with awful oil.

Lena would have smacked him for that instinct, but it was a hard thing to override, the need to take and give hits so that other people wouldn't have to.

He reached for a pipe, for, hell a quill, gritting his teeth in frustration as he tried to lay hands on a weapon as he was pelted with falling debris from whatever people had been doing with the wires.

And on top of that there were... fumes he guessed. Something that made the inside of the nose feel scorched and made his vision feel... strange. Like he wasn't tracking quite right, and edges were blurry. What it was like standing in the depth of that blend of chemicals he didn't even want to picture, trying to cover his mouth and nose with his sleeve, trying to restrain a cough as he tried to free one of the thrown quills from where it hit.

God damn it was AWFUL, and he thought he saw sparks of fire, unless that was another fall out from the wires. What the hell had they gotten into? No good if they burned to death while trying not to be eaten. What if the contents of those bottles were flamable?

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Tarik

Tarik had been trying to make his way toward the bottles, preferring an indirect attack to trying to get close to the thing, when things went rather to hell. A giant quill embedded itself so close to him that it punched a hole in his sport coat, and he gasped involuntarily, inhaling an sulfurous lungful and -regretting it-.

He had been as much annoyed as afraid, or at least had convinced himself it was actually some sort of 'agent' related mess that would sort itself out with... minimal inconvenience, but he felt a surge of fear run up his nerves as though he'd been struck by one of those electrical wires. God the smell was...

God something was going to catch on fire. There were wires, there were toxic fumes... his vision was dancing from them. He would be -so damn pissed- if he died in this damn basement after surviving that ******** boat.

The attic was kinda smoky but it started slowly go away and get a little clearer. Kaileen was feeling mad and didn't know why. Usually she was happy and cheerful. Instead of going away the smoke started to take the shape of scary creature.

"What is that?"

She backed up. She looked around the room. She wasn't sure if it was all her head . Shaking her head she took a deep breath. Then started laughing. Now she got it she was invited to a haunted house. The visual effects look so real.

She looked around at the other people in the room they looked scared.

The smoked looking creature did smell like rotten flesh and seemed to have it on him. It's hair or whatever you call it were tattered.

"Wow what great effects."

But another side of her told her that this is not fake it was real. She backed up a little further.the do or to escape where was it?

It was no way to be found. Second option was a weapon or something to protect herself.

Search the room and locate the shelves of strange, bottled liquids that can be thrown from a distance

The only thing she could see were bottles that she could throw at the creature from a distance. She picked up a few and started throwing them at the creature. She hoped it did some kind of damage.

She wasn't sure if the bottles with the liquids were doing any good. The creature was just standing there then it seemed to transform or some s***

Now it had quills coming out of it. But that was not the only thing. The fumes from the potions were getting to her.

Her vision was getting blurry. She was feeling strange. She didn't know what to do.

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Toby Yates


Toby definitely wasn't thinking straight. That much became crystal clear after he lobbed the bottle, and things just got weirder.

"Oh dear, oh BAD," he muttered as huge quills started launching out of the thing. He dove to the ground to dodge one that came particularly closed, and quickly discovered that there was some kind of nasty gas. He coughed, and rolled, his head instantly throbbing. "Guh, ugh," he sputtered and coughed, clamoring back to his feet.

As he did, he noticed an acrid burning scent nearby, and looked around. Some sort of...goop had splattered on him and was burning through his jacket...Causing a new yelp from him as he swatted at it. Luckily, the stuff came off, but not before leaving a few large holes in his clothes.

Now he was looking a mess as well as feeling it. That figured. Something about the whole situation was making him very angry...and he could swear there were MORE monsters around. That said, he was frozen with indecision about what to do. Too many possibilities...

Lorne Benoit

Someone was calling his name?

He was pretty sure through all the chaos someone was saying his name, definitely a woman - oh - there, that one! She was whooping and waving at him, some woman he didn't recognize but seemed to recognize him and - dear god, was she playing with wires?!

"U-uh, yes, hello? I - I am Lorne?" he called back, sounding much more unsure than he should have, considering. "Y-yes, that's right, I - ma'am, that doesn't seem entirely safe!" he called about as loudly as he ever got, his face immediately bright red for the effort.

Then there was the matter of the quills, and that was... fun. Lorne yelped and ducked, but unfortunately, being as tall as he was, apparently he just didn't duck quite low enough for it to count. Luckily none of those nasty things impaled him, but one did graze his shoulder deeper than he would've liked, hissing at the sensation.

Never mind all of those broken bottles and whatever was insane; Lorne coughed and tried to cover his mouth, but the fumes were potent, and he wasn't in peak condition coming into this. His head almost immediately began swimming, but it didn't stop him from noticing that someone else had crumpled entirely (Steele). Without batting an eye, he half-stumbled over, throwing himself over to try and gather the man up, maybe get him to his feet and out of the line of fire if nothing else. "A-are you okay sir? D-did it hit you?"

Austen Stella Rue


Possibly trying to grab thick wires dangling from the ceiling was a bad idea. Austen gave Lorne a cheery sort of wave, even with the fact that he was warning her not to do exactly what she was doing. Really, he was as good as Fritz had said he was.

"Don't worry," she said, "I'll be fine - "

The rest of her sentence was cut off abruptly, along with any introductions she might have made. The quills of the creature zipped violently across the space, one of them slicing across Austen's shoulder, and she gave a sharp gasp of pain, dropping down abruptly even as one of the electrical cords gave an ominous sizzling sound. A second later, a crackle of electricity shot through her, spiraling down Austen's arm; she let out a shriek of pain, staggering backwards, eyes wide, chest heaving for breath.

There were spots dancing in front of her eyes. Her arms and legs felt oddly numb, Austen stumbling slightly, a hand shooting out to hit the wall, and something green was flashing in and out of her vision. She lifted her head, trying to focus, but all she could see was some sort of fuzzy, blurry green orb wobbling towards her; like lights causing refractions.

One of the green orbs came floating at her, and second later, hit her square in the chest.

Anger blossomed, hot and furious and unexpected. Austen flipped her head around, eyes blazing, and another orb seemed to expand in front of her before sinking beneath her stomach; her hands scrabbled around, trying to find something - someone to hit.

Her eyes fell on a man a short distance away - and the fury surged.

"YOU!" Austen shouted, stalking towards him, swaying slightly, and she didn't care that he was half on the ground, clawing at his skin. "This is all your fault!"

And with that, she took a swing at him.





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Steele Moore


He hated this, he hated this, he hated this.

He hated all of this, from the fact that he was trapped in this miserable, awful place, to the fact that he was a useless pile of s**t, to the fact that he was probably never going to make it out of here alive, to the fact that he was alone, he was always ******** alone because no one ever cared what happened to him, no one would ever care what happened to him.

Something - no, someone had flung themselves over him. Steele felt the weight of someone's body across him and made a hissing noise between his teeth, inhaling sharply, hands still clutching his own head.

"What the hell - "

Glen was about to make a move, to see what the people in front were doing to the beast when he heard an animalistic noise, and people in front of him ducking and dodging, someone pushing him and, oh god! It let spines loose! Glen hissed in pain, feeling one of the metal spines hit him in the shoulder, and from the pain on the back of his shoulder, it had managed to actually go through the back of his shoulder before stopping, the bone there a pretty good buffer to an extent it seemed. Though Glen could give a crap about the trajectory, or simplicity or luck the damn thing just went through his arm! He went down, careful of his arm as he made his way to safety far away from the monster, towards the direction of a far wall. He may have been itching for a fight but it appeared he was down before he even went in.

The creature’s mane bristled and poofed once again, preparing for a second wave of painful quills to erupt around the room. While the anger exuding from it was almost palpable, it was already appearing weaker from the wave of attacks it had received.

Flames flickered around the room and with a long swoop of its lion-like tail, the oily substance on the monster’s skin ignited, soon burning as an accelerant and taking off at a sickening rate across the creature’s body. Another resounding roar was released, this one full of pain and agony as no matter what it attempted to do, the monster was unable to put out the fire that was quickly consuming its torso and legs.

It’s mane reduced in size, the bristling calming as the beast was distracted for the moment by the scalding burns. Falling to the ground, it began to roll and grind against the floor, the impact of the fall hard and thunderous enough to send those nearby flying to the ground or tumbling off balance. Those who failed to be wary of the thrashing paws found themselves on the receiving end of swift scratches and toss-backs.

Rolling did nothing to put out the fire, the additional patches of electrical flames around the room soon taking root in the monster’s fur and overtaking the large creature’s body. The room was quickly filling up with smoke, making it difficult for any civilian to breathe.

Panic and fear was running rampant but with no more anger and resentment to feed off of, the beast’s strength was waning - and fast. There was no escape large enough for it to pass through, the locked door to the basement only large enough for its prisoners to use. A desperate paw attempted anyways, splintering the door into pieces but proving to be a fruitless endeavor to the monster itself.

As smoke filled the room, the wicked being was able to let out one final, tortured howl before collapsing on the ground. Its eyes rolled back as the fire overtook the body, emitting a fierce stench of burned flesh throughout the room.

The monster is now dead and the exit is within sight!

Despite any injuries that may have occurred, it’s within your best interest to make it out of the building while you still can. The fire is quickly consuming the room and if you wait around any longer, either it or the smoke will surely result in you sharing the same fate as the monster that tried to attack you.