Maebe was just in time to see the dumbest thing that had ever occurred, and she walked over to pat that butt, hanging up in the air, before picking up a yellow weedy flower and setting it down on top.
"Rest in peace."
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 2:45 pm
GALE - BEACH
He had a moment's reprieve, just a moment, when he caught sight of Stormy, her eyes wide as she ran towards him, knife drawn. Gale wanted to reach out to her, and his eyes flickered briefly to Nora before they moved back to Stormy.
But the vines had apparently decided their time was up, and he felt himself dragged away, and Stormy and Nora's faces disappeared from view. Gale let out a half strangled gasp, still struggling, but then they were through the wall, and they were still moving, farther and farther away. Otto was somewhere to his side, Gale catching a glimpse of blonde hair every now and then, and then -
He landed with a soft thump, and fell to his hands and knees, wincing. Gale pressed a hand to the warm sand and stood shakily, his gaze moving over to Otto's before it came to rest on the figure in front of them.
He swayed a little where he stood. "You," said Gale, and his throat felt dry, recognition on his face. "Otto, no, don't trust it, this - it took me over, it inhabited me, I - "
But he dragged in a breath, and saw the futility of it all, shoulders sharp with tension.
"If," said Gale shakily to the thing. "If you get the wish, you'll leave? You'll let our home and us be?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 2:47 pm
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It was as if everything else had gone silent. The noise of the infected and the hunters around him went shockingly still, just long enough for a voice to impart it's message: I am here. The words had barely registered when his senses seemed to come back, all swarming in a sudden, violent rush. He stumbled, catching himself by gripping something nearest to him - he wasn't in control of himself to understand that what he grabbed was, in fact, Ian's arm - and squeezed, trying to keep himself standing. The twist of panic in his gut and the crushing weight of dread in his chest overwhelmed him, cutting off his air. Drums pounded in his ears and radiated through his body, but not even a press of a gloved hand to his ear could silence them.
His breathing grew ragged, and he looked up to ask his friends for help -
But they were gone.
His hand was gripping onto nothing but shadow that lead to a snarling mask. Amber eyes, now wide from the maddening drumming noise, went from creature to creature, trying to spot anyone familiar. Anyone at all. Where his friends - and Finn - should have been, were masked shadows. Everyone had been replaced by shadow. Or…had they even been his friends to begin with? He took a sharp step back, releasing his grip on the shadow as if burned, and looked over his shoulder, scouring for a safe place or, at best, a path out of these creatures. There was none. At least not an easy one.
"Get back!" He growled, trying and likely failing to hide the panic in his voice. His fingers flexed, attempting to summon his weapon, but none came. "s**t…" He added, realizing he was weaponless, and backed up once more, ducking to the side as a screeching creature's claws reached for him. He was weaponless and surrounded. He had to get out of here. He had to get out of here now.
So, after a pained look at the place where his friends had been, he turned and ran, shoving his way through the snarling, masked beasts.
"Where?!" He asked out loud, trying to be heard over the snarling beasts. "Where are you?" Someone had called to him, on that he was certain.
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hunter: Ripley virus counter: 9 hp: 50 status: "Ripley has a bit of a uh, small problem. He sees everyone as mutated creatures wearing masks. He cannot hear or understand anyone until he takes more than 10 damage. In addition, this panic also makes him slightly more aggressive."
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3, 1Total: 4 (2-12)
Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 2:47 pm
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His thank you from the unconscious man returning to life was a headbutt right to the nose. Kostya clutched it with a grunt of pain, falling back onto his a**, hitting the ground with a dull thud.
"Kostya," he offered, slightly nasal from the clutched nose. "It vas no problem." Kostya looked at the vines, noticing that, well.
The vines had taken Otto and another blond, and--
And then he was gone, dragged off, heart stopping.
It was a clone, dressed to impress, already smart. He racked his brain to try and recall losing a piece of himself to the desert, to Famine, to ------, to--
"Vhat are you," he breathed, a ragged exhalation accompanied by a sickly cough. "Vhere did you come from?"
He swung out to try and attack it but stopped in his tracks mid-swing, searing pain racing up his side.
"One promise at a time," said the form to Gale, and it flickered back into a child again. It stepped in front of Otto. "Hold out your arm, the one with the wish."
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 2:49 pm
[Courtyard - Horace]
Horace watched as Mark simply took off. In the midst of everything, including zombie creature things, this was the weirdest thing that had happened yet. He raised one eyebrow and decided that maybe it was best to ignore Mark.Was everyone in Death division a ******** weirdo? (Except him, of course. Horace was cool.)
"Oliver, do you think we sh-" His sentence was cut short as a flaming Zeke caught his eye. He'd always know Zeke to be at least bi, but this was a new level of flaming. Picking up a discarded coat, he ran over to Zeke and socked him with it, hoping to smother some flames.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 2:51 pm
Otto gave Gale a meaningful look back, his eyes a little softer than the hard edge he wore daily. He knew that, Gale. He didn't trust him either. But... there were more important things.
Otto's heart clenched. This was really... really scary. He didn't want to give up his wish, nor put himself in danger. However.. everyone else was much more important to him. He loved the island. Loved his friends. Wanted them to be safe.
Otto stood, bravely holding out his arm with the mark on it.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 2:53 pm
GALE - BEACH
He took a deep, shuddering breath. It was terrifying and uncertain, and there was no way of knowing if this was even a good idea or not; but Otto had stepped up, and taken the hit, he'd made the offer, and now all that was left was to wait and see.
Gale reached out a gentle hand and rested it lightly on Otto's shoulder without a word.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 2:56 pm
The child took his hand, and branches erupted from its fingertips. The branches moved upwards, up, until they reached the sigil, the hourglass. The then pierced the flesh around it, digging into the sigil. Otto's arm twitched, involuntarily, as his nerves flared from the pain in-
- And then it was over. The marking on his arm, the promise, was gone. In the child's hands was an hourglass. All the sand in it had sifted to the bottom.
It tapped the glass, and then flipped the hourglass over. The sand started to move again. "Pristine." It spoke in awe, mostly to itself, "and with this, I am a fragment of death. This will serve me better than it has ever served you. I will not waste its potential."
Its form receded again, and then began to fade. The vines receded as well, all of them.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 2:56 pm
Maebe's Otto is doing something stupid sense was tingling.
But, to be fair, that particular sense tingled most of the time, and she'd gotten used to it.
"Mark was a good man," She muttered, performing his eugoogly. "A smelly man. A man who will be missed... by the bugs in his room, maybe.."
Empty air? He paused, blinking. Where the heck? Did he just hallucinate a hunter named Kostya? They had bumped heads though, so he was real right?
Either way, he was SO DONE with dying for the day. His heart couldnt take it. Close by there was a familiar form, how he got to the circle too was a mystery. "I couldn't deliver the message." Quinn said to Lucky, not that he hadn't tried. Those vines were pesky around gale.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 3:06 pm
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They moved the same. They spoke the same. They almost, but not quite, looked the same.
The one that was not-him was simply too pristine.
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Hello, there are now two Kostyas. Kostya can try to get away from Kostya no.2, but that requires a little bit of struggle and effort (you OR another player must do more than 4 damage to Kostya No.2 in a single roll). Otherwise, you continue to take -5 auto damage from him. Others can try to help but it may be difficult to tell which Kostya is which. If they try to help him but miss, they hit the actual Kostya for 5 damage instead.
Rep spotted Kostya struggling with another figure and moved to see what was going on. It turned out that he was locked in mortal combat with what looked like another Kostya. It wasn't the weirdest thing he'd seen that day, but was probably ********!" he said, charging in, dagger at the ready and taking a swipe at the one that ...looked most hostile.
It was a hard choice.
HP: 26/60 Damage: 3 Runics: Improved Bandages (Bandages: Heal for a quarter of your total HP ) - USED Runic Dagger
Melee Dice 2d6-6
Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 3:07 pm
Slowly, all the vines begin to disappear, from the walls, the dorms, everything. It leaves a wake of destruction, it leaves ruin and rubble and debris, but the vines themselves are gone.
The infection, however, has not.
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MADNESS SPIRALLING:
- If you are STILL STUCK IN THE DORMS add +75 to your virus count. You seek to find something in the courtyard, and instinctively move there. - If you have LESS THAN 20 HP add +50 to your virus count - For everyone else, roll 5d10. Add that to your virus count.
Just a reminder of virus statuses:
Stage 1: 1- 25: Your character feels sick and feverish but they can still function. Occasionally, they hear brief words that do not seem to exist.
Stage 2: 26- 50: Your character experiences moments of unclarity where everything seems to blur. They become more aggressive and angry. Their head hurts painfully, and their self control weakens (on the aggressive scale)
Stage 3: 51 - 75: Your character hears a calling to them. They feel like they need to leave. They begin to walk towards the shore, trying to leave, for an unknown destination. Anyone who tries to prevent them from doing it gets attacked.
Stage 4: 76 - 100: Your character is in the final stage. They have finally accepted that they cannot leave. They lose consciousness for a brief second, and their nose and eyes bleed. When they wake up, they have lose all semblance of self control. They begin to attack everyone relentlessly, without recognition. Roll 2d10-6 for frenzy dice. When they attack a player, the damage they do to the player is added to the player's infection percent. For instance if their infection is 5%, and an infected stage 4 player does 4 damage, their infection rate is now 8% A PLAYER WILL ALSO BECOME FULLY INFECTED IF THEIR HP GOES TO 0 and pass out/ wake up to be infected at 100%. - All infected players have their regular dice HP until they KO. Yes infected players can also attack each other.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 3:08 pm
[ Courtyard - Zeke ]
Being knocked rather forcibly to the ground at least interrupted the screaming. It knocked the wind out of him, made him wheeze as he tried to suck in air and found hot smoke instead, then cough. Hands were patting at him, Ever's, then something larger, heavier, beating at the flame.
Under the combined efforts the fire smoldered and went out, leaving a groaning Mist hunter with the front of his shirt missing and the skin beneath raw and blistering. More welts and burns crawled their way up his left arm and over his collar bone, worst there.
He lay there, trying to suppress the coughing fit, trying to distance himself from the lingering pain of the burns. Nothing hurt like ******** burns. After a handful of very long seconds he managed to pry his jaws apart long enough to hiss out a very heartfelt curse. "Fuuuuuck."
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