Ariane, having recovered from the frustration of her missed charged attack, took a swing at her target, aiming for the arm again. Once that was done, she took several steps back until she was standing beside Jude again.
Target: Mort!Huntard Target HP: 93
Attack: 3/3 Damage: 3 Charge: 1/3 (1/2)
Stats:
Name: Ariane HP: 50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items:Runic bandage RP Blurb: Girl with bolas; hair is red-brown with green accents at the tips.
Roch scowled, seeing the usual battleground setting and the various new "bosses." He didn't see Amphi. He didn't see Danny, either, he thought as he glanced around. But he did see a freaky looking hunter that appeared to be made of Insanity... maybe. Hell if he knew.
Either way he decided to attack him.
Target: Mort!Huntard Target HP: 88
Attack: 1/3 Damage: 5
Stats:
Name: Roch HP: 34/50 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: Nada RP Blurb: purple mohawked punk
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 9:48 am
BOSS RP POST:
In the din of noise and confusion, Mort hummed contentedly. So much Fear was to be harvested here, and each swing filled his craving and reminded him of his purpose, of his duty to his hunter to keep him safe even when he so consistently tossed himself into danger; but in a perverse way he preferred it, as it meant he would always have someone to save. When more opponents, Halloweeners and Insanity imposters alike, began to swarm them, he remained calm and charged for Martin's next swing like he always had.
Then a ghoul said something that gave him pause. A festival, booths, a stand with a wrestling arm - Something flickered in his memory.
Furious Odin and his antics. Pizza, prizes, music in the air. A campaign to be on the council. Mother fussing over his tardiness, speaking with Sparrow. Dancing, twirling, an uncertainty in his partner that he knew he could fix if she just told him -
No. The burst of clarity shook him to his core, made him rankle against his confined form in a sudden fit of panic. No no no NO NO NO! How could this have happened?! Something was off about all of this. He couldn't . . . He hadn't! This was all wrong.
Stop!! Jack dammit, what's going on?
His outburst didn't seem to affect his hunter, who had been surveying the growing number of enemies skeptically. Each strike seemed to give in a little, like the inky hunter wasn't all the way solid. "You hear that, J? We're crazy fakes!" he announced cheerfully. Mockingly. He shook his head. "Jesus, these reapers really took the costuming all the way! If they didn't keep ticklin' me or missin', I would've fell for it too. Good try though, missy." Her glaive poking was almost adorable at this point.
And still Mort tried to call attention to his apparent owner, but it was like his voice was contained to the confines of the gauntlet, echoing dully in his head. Despair and anger began to mingle together into a noxious rate the more he fought, enough that by the time more attacks had hit the Fear shield he had almost had enough. Get them! he growled. M'ready, m'charged, let's go! The power that they could take so much and still stand empowered him, dulled the confusion and panic while feeding his growing rage.
In the back of his mind he knew that this wasn't right, that it was all clearly insane: but it was easier to accept the pent up fury and bitterness swelling within him. At least that could be directed at anything and everything that stood in his path; that was the sort of freedom and power he had been seeking.
"Hell, the party's here and they're all millin' around like sheep, all confused and s**t. Look at that!" He barked a laugh as someone went to stop the dude who had clocked him on the head. "Should be annoyed, but s'like watching ants crawlin' all over each other."
HP: 88 Attack: 3/3 FEAR: The Eye Y3 (-3 dmg modifier for the next 2 attack turns) Target: N/A
Far too much was going on for anything to be seen clearly, and the addition of tears made the world blurry, unfocused. Even if it was in the heat of battle, even if it was silly and vain and not one bit noble, the witch took the tiniest amount of solace in loosing herself for a moment. To just pretend that all there was was this pain and sorrow and mass confusion, to not focus on anything else at least made things seem easier to deal with. Her reverie did not last very long as a boot pressed against her, as words were spoken to her in an oddly bracing way. Unsure, bewildered and vaguely frightened of being scolded by her superior, Belladonna could only stare up at Seething for the duration of time until Ofie appeared to rescue her. "Ofelia, no, he's a Trick or Treater, he's from Amity!" The witch found herself pleading, nearly shouting at her Hunter. Desperate hands grabbed at the girl, at her arm, her waist, her coat that hung off her hips, anything that was tangible and real. Odd that her one hand clutched against the material of Ofie's coat, as the witch pulled herself up. Had she traded one enemy for another? Was this the ultimate karmic retribution? Befriend a pair of Hunters and one loses their lover to the Hunters? As she stood there, hands still on Ofelia, Belladonna wrestled with the idea. Quickly she tugged her friends out of the way, sure to pass Seething a nod for his thanks. He was right after all, she wasn't being brave, or smart about this. She had a brain, so use it. The Hunter with Thor was very obviously a hunter, and not Mort at all. But that was his contraption on the Hunter's arm, or at least it looked extremely similar. The coloring, now that Belladonna actually concentrated on it, was not the uniformity of metal, but instead looked to be the same mix of colors as his skin. A tiny note of mingled emotion rose within the witch until she turned to Ofelia and Clover. She stood between the pair, felt uneven and out of place, not only in number but in loyalty as well. Still, she found Ofelia's hand and gave a squeeze. "Fight the other ones. Leave this one to me."
And then she was off, darting through the combatants to get closer. A clumsy hand reached out for a card and found they had not yet returned to her circle, had not returned to the air for easy access. They were there, the witch could feel them pressed in close to her, stashed away in a pocket, but though she bid for them, they would not come. Thus distracted, she did not realize how very close she'd gotten to the Hunter until she could hear him speaking, until the hum of his metal arm was nearly deafening. Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea. With a squeak Belladonna skid to a halt, ready to back up because this had not only been a bad idea, but one made hastily in the heat of false brilliancy. If this wasn't Mort, but a Hunter using him, how had it happened? When had it happened? There were no conversion pods, no nets, nothing but sudden confusion. Her fingers tensed in semblance of a fist, but could she actually land a blow? Could she actually do any damage when she was so confused, and scared, and hurt and why wasn't he here to help her? To rescue her? Instead she faltered at the end, darted all the way over to the Hunter only to find out she really was a coward, that she really was weak with love. But not weak or cowardly enough to keep her mouth shut. "Hey! Tall, dark and hooded. Where'd you get the arm? Certainly not smart enough to build it, you find it somewhere?" Worse idea, worse idea, worse idea. The building anger within her, the heady mixture of melancholy and bitterness, begged to differ.
Target: Hunter Mort Target HP: Unchanged
Stats:
Name: Belladonna Divine HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 45% Items: 1 Corrupted Pumpkin Pill, 1 Pumpkin Pill RP Blurb: 5 Foot Even, Rather Frightened Witch Attack 0/3
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OK WELL LIKE Maybe if she rolls higher next time she'll make Seething proud emotion_kirakira
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 10:24 am
Deryk let out a startled cry as he felt someone grab his shoulder all of the sudden. Eyes wide, he stared at the sun hunter that had turned him around, asking what the hell he was doing.
"THEY DON'T HAVE FACES!" he cried out while practically flailing. He glanced over his shoulder to point at the one with the arm, as if trying to prove it. It sounded like it was trying to get Jordan on his side, which had Deryk a little worried. What if the sun decided that this wasn't wrong after all?
"Th-They can't be real! No! Not even one of them! I.. I think..."
Them being the Halloween guys. Considering they were attacking the students all the same, he figured it was safe to say they weren't with them. Stats:
Name: Deryk Bond HP: 35 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 40% TARGET: Damage: Charge: 0/3 | 1/2 Items: 2 bandages RP Blurb: Death trainee with a hidden blade. Missing one finger.
The robes on the shadowy hunter figure rippled with each attack that struck at it, from the Reaper boy who shadow stepped and struck him multiple times to the hunter that shot at him with her weapon. All the figure did was laugh, a dark and raspy chuckle. Unlike the other two fog creatures wielding weapons, it chose not to speak, only to attack. Let the other two talk, let them direct attention on to themselves. It was just out for blood. Halloween blood, preferably, though if those that were dressed as hunters continued to attack it would not be opposed to wetting it's blade with their's as well.
Again the figure moved, ignoring the attacks that had buffeted against it's body.
It's getting a little noisy in here....
Doesn't matter. It's directing attention away from us and we have a job to do.
Yes. His eagerness could not be disguised as anything other then it was. A need for more, an unquenchable thirst, a hunger that was never satisfied.
There, that one that was yelling at another of it's own, the one asking about the weapon. She would do.
The figure darted forward, tendrils of fog snaking around the bottom of it's robes, as it lashed out with it's sword at the red haired witch.
Yes.
The sword connected with it's target, intending on taking the girl by surprise as she was distracted with other things. Alexander was only to happy to bite into her, to lap up her Fear, to be be able to try and satiate his hunger at least a little. But he had always been greedy, and he was always hungry. He wanted more.
HP: 126/150 Target: Belladonna Damage: 10
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2, 5Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 10:49 am
If it was possible to only see in shades of red, this was pretty much what Jake was seeing now.
No. He wouldn't. He couldn't. These... hunters. No. they couldn't be called that. Sure, they wielded somewhat similar weapons to them, but no. They weren't hunters. He would never acknowledge as one. It was bad enough he was attacked, a heavy blow at that, but now they insulted him too?
He glared at the hunter with the arm claw.
"The hell you talking about, shithead? Imposters?" He cocked his head to the side, grinning maliciously. "Why don't you take a good look around, dumbass, the only imposters I see are you three losers.", gesturing to the other cloaked hunter with a sword.
Then he turned to the one who attacked him.
"Hey, b***h. If you wanted attention, all you had to do was ask.". He flashed his teeth at her. "Though, from the looks of it, you're getting plenty enough already."
Well, if so, he was going to go down fighting.
Gripping the tonfas, he aimed his attack at the clawed hunter
Target: Mort + Hunter Target HP: 87
Stats:
Name: Jake Cross Faction: Hunter - Death Trainee HP: 12/40 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: Attacking Mort!Hunter Result: ---
Fear Attack: World of Darkness (Y2 Headlights) Charge: 0/3 [0/2] Attacks Used: 3/3
Huni Pi
Ol-j-man
I screwed up so Jake didn't end up using his fear attack. Sorry!
Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 11:15 am
Tori was just a little confused by the larger beast was gone now. But she kept her guard up since one didn't know what would come out of this fog. Seeing a Phoenix rise, Tori swore a little as it took flight but seeing that it didn't stay to which she was glad since she really hated those things.
Looking around to see the horse creature that she really hated being turned into a weapon, to which Tori thought was a good thing and something he deserved, but Tori was also a little confused by the appearance of what looked to be other hunters that she didn't know but that wasn't too uncommon since Tori didn't know all the other hunters on the island.
Watching the other around her, Tori was still sorta confused to what was happening since she really didn't want to attack anyone on her side but she really didn't know what to think of these new hunters. Were they sent to help them out or what, Tori truly didn't know. But she still kept a watch on anything around her just in case things went a little more sour.
Then Tori spotted someone familiar to her and also glad to see it was Sherry. Quickly the lifer went over to her friends side with her chain clanking as she walked since that one thing Tori didn't want to do was to unsummon her weapon right now.
"It's good to see you, Sherry!" Tori said when she had gotten to her friend. "Also what do you think of these other 'hunters' since I'm a little confused and if they are on our side?" She asked while Aklin growled ever so softly in his hunters head.
Target: -- Target HP: --
Stats:
Name: Victoria (Tori) Straka HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 25% Items: n/a RP Blurb:Here, she does have blood on her left sleeve from her broken nose which as been fix.
"What?" Jordan let go, startled, and transferred his attention to the hooded figure that Deryk had attacked. He slid to the side to get a better look.
Deryk was right. There was an inky darkness inside the hood, a lack of real face that was just like the figure in the carnival, like not-Julie in the shadowy kitchen. "s**t, you're right," Jordan said aloud, then, loud enough to reach back to where the others stood, he yelled, "These guys aren't ours! They're part of the fog!"
He spun to bring Ferros around at the not-Hunter, but the guy wasn't quite where Jordan expected him to be, and the hammer only clipped the figure.
Target: Mort & Hunter Target HP: 86
Stats:
Name: Jordan Miller HP: 45/60 Charge: 1/3 Damage: 1 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 25% Items: 1 Corrupted Runic Bandage, 1 Runic Bandage, 1 Horseman Vial RP Blurb: Human wearing a red scarf, shoulder-length blond hair in a ponytail, carrying a massive hammer with red runes
Blade Kuroda
Toshihiko Two
Baneful
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Bloodlust Dante
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 11:51 am
THE OOC: BOSSES ARE STILL HERE!
Round 5 is live!
- Five of your fellows are bosses! - Three have made their appearance! Two more are still lurking about... - Please see posts for latest boss HPs. - Those who are bosses will post in the SHOUT style with "BOSS POST" in bold grey size 15 at the top of their posts! - Bosses will have three moves. These moves can be a standard attack to a Fear attack, to a special attack. - Bosses will have unlimited RP reponses. - When you target them, BE SURE TO STATE YOUR TARGET OUTSIDE THE SPOILER BOX. - Attacks have been reset! You can attack up to three times until the next GM post announces new turns!
- ROLL YOUR ATTACK DICE AND EDIT IN THE TOTALS ASAP.
If you hit 0 HP: -- Halloween:
You feel yourself begin to stiffen... You don't feel so well. You hang back towards the safety of the wall. You can still watch, but you can't attack or be attacked. You cannot be healed. Be sure to note it somewhere in your post so an opponent doesn't waste their time trying to attack you!
-- Hunter:
Your weapon warns you that your Fear shield is about to wear out! You duck back to safety and hope Caelius doesn't see you. For some reason, runic bandages aren't working either... You can watch, but you can't attack or be attacked. Be sure to note it somewhere in your post so an opponent doesn't waste their time trying to attack you!
If you hit 100% Insanity: -- Halloween:
You do become an Insanity Boss Mob, however you cannot benefit from NPC buffs!
- USE THIS WHEN YOU POST:
*** RP GOES HERE ***
[b][color=red]Target:[/color][/b] TARGETNAMEHERE [b][color=red]Target HP:[/color][/b] TARGET HP HERE
[b]Stats:[/b][spoiler] [b]Name:[/b] [b]HP:[/b] [b]FEAR Strength:[/b] 100% [b]Insanity Strength:[/b] 0% [b]Items:[/b] [b]RP Blurb:[/b] Quick RP blub as to what you look like~ [/spoiler]
Rep watched Jordan head back into the fray, going from impassive to suddenly concerned as he caught wind of what the others were saying. The hunters didn't have faces? More ******** illusions. Great.
The fallen angel's words were a low and desperate hiss, it sent chills down his spine, and not in a bad way either. He was right, they really had to get back into the fray. Jordan was entirely capable on his own, but a little backup never hurt anyone. "I'm going in Ace." was his single grunted statement as he picked up the axe and ran into the scrum.
The hit wasn't a massive one but it was satisfying enough to set Tracey off, voicing his approval in his thoughts.
Target: Mortwep Target HP: 83
Stats:
Name: William Reid HP: 50/50 DMG : 3 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 35% Charge: 3/3 Items : 2 x medikit, 1 runic bandage Appearance : Loud, arrogant
human with vibrant red hair and a nasty demeanour,
Tybalt let out an annoyed growl. Whoever these people were, in a way, he found them more irritating than the hunters and that was saying something. Of course, from what he was hearing, they might actually be hunters, which would make a lot of sense. Given the whole weapon thing. What didn't make sense was that the hunters and these people were attacking each other. Falling out maybe?
Whatever the reason, it wasn't the the black dog's problem. It was clear to them what to do and that was take out every hunter here. Easier said than done, but they had to try at least. So lunging forward again, Tybalt snapped his jaws open, aiming to sink his teeth into the hooded figures calf.
Target: Mort/Hunter Target HP: 79
stats:
Name: Tybalt HP: 50/50 Damage: 4 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 25% Items: n/a RP Blurb: Looks like this or this. Depending on which form he is in.
"they're WHAT?" Leon called out, mouth agape as the words sunk into his head from both Jordan and Deryk. He didn't even bother looking at the guy's face before, the drawback of not really looking at something in the middle of warfare. But it was clear, under that hood there didn't seem to be much in the way of a face. Like an empty husk wielding a weapon. unnatural and frankly to him, it was a little scary.
"I've got your back Rep" the life hunter called out and moved in step behind the sun fighter. If he could get a change to rip that gauntlet off that Ken doll hunters hand, he would wear it in a heartbeat.
Target: Mort & hunter Target HP: 72
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 perked up slightly as she heard the hunters call out a warning to one another. Not one of them, huh? She turned to look at Shun, lifting her brows. Well, that answered that question, and she took some relief in the fact that the hunters were turning their attention to attack these fake-hunters rather than the students.
Giving her gloves a little tug, she scanned the battleground in search of one of the false hunters, hoping to seek out the one who had initially attacked and take him down. However, as her gaze swept the field, she stiffened to see one of the false hunters swinging their sword down on a red-headed student as she was distracted.
"Hey! Watch out--"
Shoot, too slow! Shooting a quick look at Shun, she moved off to where the witch was.
Target: Alex Target HP: 126
(( Stats: ))
Name: Xiuying HP: 45/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 5% Items: 1 Pumpkin Pill RP Blurb:5'2" baku ghoul
There were hunters attacking everywhere, and Melvin watched as they went after several students. Looking back at Otto, he found him as a nice excuse to stand guard and watch. That was until he he saw Rep spring off to fight, and then Eva decided to go off soon after. Now if a woman was going to fight, he took it as a slight offense to his own pride that he was just standing back.
However, that was no reason to literally jump into the front lines. There were perks to long range weapons, and Melvin was going to stay put and yet shoot from where he was at. His eyes looked about for a target.
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.
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