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 Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 10:19 am
The hunchback heard his name, but... but not yet, he wasn't ready yet, he couldn't face him yet, he needed... he needed... He tore open the bent panel, tentatively and carefully snipping wires to try to free a piece of the broken machine. He wasn't entirely sure what he just tore off the generator, but it was something, at least, and... and now there was no avoiding it... he wobbled up to his feet, slowly limping his way towards the cages finally, his eyes on the ground as he held the Retrieved Part to his Master.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 10:23 am
Letting go of Mitsu's wrist now, Shun looked over at the zombie boy before turning around and peeking outside to see the world slowly turn grey. The effect could be a harmless one, but it wasn't something he was going to take his chances with.
"Take a look for yourself. As much as I'd hate to admit, I don't think it was us that cause the hunters to flee," he said. His gaze wandered over towards the other students as they seemed to be having a rather heartfelt reunion right about now. The captives must have been freed shortly before the humans retreated. Well, one good sign was that there weren't many it appeared.
Letting out a sigh, he placed his hands into his pockets and began to look around the tent while everyone got their bearings. He didn't really feel as if they've truly achieved a victory just yet, but he wasn't about to try and stop them from getting together with their loved ones. Aside from the cages and the broken down generator, there were some odd bits of equipment here..like that tube thing. Frowning, the Reaper stared at it, figuring it was large enough to fit someone inside.
Feeling a chill run down his spine, he turned away and continued looking. The hunters seemed to have a way to teleport around. He wondered if there was something in here that enabled such a thing. If so, it would probably be good to find that.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 10:33 am
(( entering from the gauntlet ))
At first, Riyo only peeked into the tent cautiously in an attempt to make sure she wasn't walking into an ambush (or another ******** whip).
Looked like the coast was clear. Carefully she took a step in, her whip marks concealed by her replacement jacket... Though she still didn't appear very steady.
The ghoul said nothing to anyone. Not even her teammates. She simply observed. Quietly, her eyes roamed around the room, a sick feeling rising in her stomach. Riyo couldn't imagine how any one of them might feel about this whole situation... But she knew how she felt, and it was probably 10x worse than that.
"S-so... What about the soul harvester?" She finally asked, her tone showing a little... Sadness. "Is she...?" The feline didn't even want to say it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 10:35 am
((Entering from battlefield))
"Junko!?" His voice proceeded him into the tent, loud and desperate. He was staggering when he finally pushed a flap aside and entered, stumbling in his sandals and from the apparent injuries and less apparent exhaustion. "Junko, where are you?" He didn't see her though, not among the faces of those entering with him or crawling out of the cages. No familiar emerald eyes or fall of endless hair. Nothing of her.
But maybe, maybe she was behind people, in the back, still in a cage, something! She had to be here, had to, where else could she possibly be?
He hadn't noticed yet that the remainder of his group was absent as well, that there were actually a good number of familiar faces missing. They must have been sent somewhere else, but in his worried panic Seiji simply hadn't realized it yet. She hadn't made it into the room with him after they'd left the last challenge, and she hadn't been on the battlefield, she had to be here, didn't she? "J?"
Except she wasn't. There were familiar faces though, and the ghost focused on them. Junko wasn't here, but there were other friends around him that had obviously been trapped. "Calder, you guys okay over there?" The Kelpi wasn't the only one to worry about though. A pale bit of blue fluff drew his eye to Jove. "Jove!" So many people to worry about, so little time. Why oh why did he continue to go on these damn fieldtrips? Why did any of them?
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 10:39 am
Barth let Calder haul him up and out, even though Calder looked just as weak and unsteady as he did.
"Sh-she's here," he said to Herryk.
Christof came over quietly, head down, with a chunk of the machine held out for inspection. Barth knew the expression, but coudn't register it. Guilt? After coming all this way, after coming after him twice, when he knew the risks and consequences...
Barth looked down at the device, then up past it, and wrapped himself around Christof's broad neck.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 10:39 am
Stopping over by Christof, Shun watched briefly as the patchwork looked like he was trying to salvage the generator or parts of it in the least. He soon turned back towards Riyo as he heard her speak up.
"You saw what happened," he said quietly, "We're still in the past, or should be, so who knows what her true state is right now."
Seeing the Harvester sucked into that box only to have it explode likely didn't mean well for her. Come to think of it, to have such a powerful being destroyed probably wasn't really good for the balance of things either. He now had to wonder if the things going on outside was connected to her death at all.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 10:53 am
At Barth's words, Herryk was a blur of motion. He made his way to where Barth was, though he did not want to interrupt their embrace. They had all been through so much. All Herryk wanted now was to clutch Freya to his chest, bury his face in her hair and just... never let her go.
His eyes lit up when he caught sight of Freya. Crouching next to the zombie that was cradling her in his arms, Herryk did not hesitate to take the valkyrie in his arms. She was here, she was whole.. and she was relatively unharmed. He buried his face in her neck, choking back the urge to sob against the soft porcelain of her skin.
"Sikker. Aldri la gå." The words were muffled against her flesh as the draugr choked out the words. She was safe, and he was never letting go.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 10:54 am
Names? Oh! Right. Funny how politeness could get shoved out the window. "Mortimer," he said once he was sure the electrically induced twitching would stop. "New in school. Came like . . . three days ago."
Or maybe more? Or less?? Time passed by in a weird fashion here. How long had they all been there?
Mort smiled again at the guitar-wielder's enthusiasm at the horse, and he was outside before the zombie could remember to thank him for being there first. Maybe later, then - assuming they didn't, er, die. But when Roch left, Mort did espy that outside was slowly growing . . . gray, like the dark-haired reaper had said. Huh. He didn't see why hunters would retreat for that, but he wasn't going to argue about a small rest period before something happened.
Which for him and his rescued captive was seconds later.
The large and broad form of a black-skinned boil burst into the tent, yelling someone's name frantically. Mort recognized him as the one who had distracted the hunters in the back, which had allowed him to get in at all. "Should move out of way, yes?" he murmured to the valkyrie, noticing that she had shrunken further into him at the sight of the patchwork at the machine.
Slowly, he began to inch them to the side, away from the entrance.
Edit: Or not.
Now there was a valkyrie sandwich, her clinging to him, the larger boil clinging to her.
Mort was at a loss. owo;;;
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 10:57 am
The hunchback stiffened under Barth's sudden fluffy embrace, his weary, pallid face paling. After only a moment's hesitation, though, his own mismatched hands reached up to wrap around the sloth, device piece still in his hand as his face buried against his bony shoulder with a soft whine. I almost lost you, the whine said.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 11:31 am
As everyone continued to have their reunions and the like, Shun glanced over towards Mitsu for the moment. Perhaps he was being a little too on edge with that whole situation, but he was having some trouble relaxing. Everything was just.. too quiet. He just couldn't shake off this bad feeling he had.
Shifting uncomfortably, he quietly placed an arm around her shoulders, unsure what to do now, if anything.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 11:51 am
More students walked into the tent, and despite the chaos, Gabrian's attention was fully on the generator. Nothing else seemed to matter when somewhere deep down inside the demon knew they were so close to being free. Just a little further and- Suddenly something came flying from outside, causing Ren's cage to snap open, "Ren!" the demon made a small gesture towards the generator, almost as if telling his friend not to worry about him; not to come. He wanted the griffon to focus his attention on destroying that horrible machine; either that or search for the key. He'd be fine, he reasoned in his head. He'd be fine just as soon as the damned cages were all open and he could step out of the confined space. Gabrian was only just learning (the hard way, to boot), that he was mildly claustrophobic and that tiny, confined spaces he couldn't get out of were most uncomfortable to say the least. Ren might not have noticed LW's entrance to the tend, but Gabrian sure did; the flash of red and purple was unmistakable. However, he made no motion to call her. At least not then, as he didn't want to distract her from her task. It seemed like the combined force of all the students was taking a toll upon the generator, and despite the fact it was obviously hurting them to attack it, they kept on at it. Suddenly, a bright blue light filled the room as the generator broke down, replenishing his strength and more importantly... snapping the cages open. Gabrian didn't lose much time in getting out of the cage, and then proceed to kick the door for good measure, feeling horribly useless. Then, after a moment of concentration, shifted back into his serpent form. After all, he wasn't entirely sure what was out there, but he wanted to be ready and besides... he figured that a bite from a large serpent was going to be much more threatening than a glare from his human form. That done, he searched the tent, first for Ren, and then for a certain red headed werewolf, both of which he spotted near each other. Slithering over, he took a moment before coiling around them as best as he could, then pressing the flat, top part of his head against one, and then the other in a serpentine hug of sorts, "You know," the words were whispered, "For a moment there, I thought we were not going to make it, and all I could see was the fact you were attacking that thing and I was useless - I couldn't help you," there was a pause, and then, "I'm sorry." It was hard to tell what exactly he was apologizing for; maybe for everything, but whatever the reason... he let go of the two monsters and lifted his head in the air. His eyes searched for Jove (whom he knew well enough to not try to help out of the cage; the pup had issues), and Coralie. He noticed Tybalt walk away out the corner of an eye and then nodded his head slightly, as if to point out he'd follow in a bit. First though, he wanted to make sure everyone he knew was fine. HP: 40/40
Gabrian has reverted into his serpent form which is roughly this size
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 12:20 pm
Freya nodded weakly at Mort, and patted his shoulder. "I'm new too, two days. I thinks we gots the raw ends of the deal, Mort." She chuckled, a relatively healthy laugh - her first in a while. "I'm Freya-AHH" The valkyrie was scooped up into dark, familiar arms that practically engulfed her in their girth. Only her eyes were visible through them, but they were wide, and they were filled with a soul-wrenching fear. "Herryk." She whispered the word into his skin, and her body started shaking again. She didn't know how to feel. All she knew was, this was everything she had wanted. And now, this was the last thing she felt she deserved. Her clutch on Mort's body only managed to tighten spastically.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 12:33 pm
Between the power of Freya's heaving chest and Herryk's powerful pecs, Mortimer finds himself fortunate in his undead state. Rather than lose 5 HP due to asphyxiation, he gains 2HP from the resulting Nordic Aura of the Lovingness.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 12:49 pm
Herryk, in his frantic state, only had eyes for Freya. The poor zombie boil was merely a casualty of war. A casualty of war that was soon clutched in Herryk's big, beefy arms. Herryk wasn't even coherent enough to realize that there was a slender undead boil in his arms. It didn't matter. Double hug. It's so intense. Lifting one hand to gently brush against Freya's hair, Herryk exhaled shakily. "Freya."
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 1:11 pm
Freya finally turned her head up, as far as she could, and looked at the draugr calling her name. There was nothing but fear and self-loathing in her gaze, no matter how hard she tried to take comfort in the safe embrace of his arms. She was using Mort like a security blanket, and she was still visibly shaking.
Her voice sounded like it was coming from someone else when she said the first thing she could think of, to Herryk.
"Sorry."
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