These fake hunters had some nerve. Leon saw stars as the strike came down on his body hard and fast. The pain that was throbbing from the strike blossomed on him, but it didn't put him out, he was still standing. Barely, but still upright. "I'll hack your arms off too, don't test me." he snarled back, baring his teeth at the other Barbie doll present.
It was almost comical when the sun hunter came up and told him to be more careful. It was like the twilight zone just happened. "Fine, ill be careful, ill cut that thing into clean pieces."
The single bundle of bandages that was nestled in his satchel soon found its way around his hand, his hand and the chainsaws handle. "You can kindly go bang yourself." he told the meddling thing and flipped it the finger.
He was still full of spirit.
Target: Leon Himself Target HP: Healing for full health by using 1 medkit.
Stats:
Name: Leon Stone HP:250/50 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.
OnionGrump rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 12:58 pm
Ryan instinctively took a step back when the hooded figure suddenly yelled out. Which was quickly followed by her pounding the weapon into the ground and creating some strange sort of echoing like rings to appear. Almost like a ripple in a pool of water. Unfortunately, if there was one thing he did know about ripples, was that they grew larger and larger the further away they left their source. So rather than run and get hit, the moon trainee braced himself for the inevitable.
Target: n/a Target HP: n/a
Stats:
Name: Ryan O'Conner HP: 50/50 Damage: n/a Charge: 3/3 FEAR Strength: 80% Insanity Strength: 50% Items: None RP Blurb: Looks like this.
((Because i really need to press preview before posting))
Target: ?? Target HP: ??
Stats:
Name: Leon Stone HP:250/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 25% 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.
Rown rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-4)
Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 1:01 pm
[ rolled incorrect dive - apologies! ]
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Rown rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 1:04 pm
Everything was happening super quickly - the creature that had been talking to them left and Belladonna climbed up and then Belladonna got attacked and now, now? Somehow or another people were attacking and Belladonna got hurt. Ofelia didn't like this, she didn't like it at all, and just when she thought it would be okay she heard the sound of bells inside her head.
Bells were better than silence, but not when the bells started causing her pain. She could feel her shield weaken, feel everything start to drop, and the teen almost buckled to her knees.
They needed to get rid of these monsters. They needed to get rid of them now.
He felt a crackle in his Fear shield, but aside from that, nothing really happened from the attack. Perhaps he had been fortunate? Locke on the other hand was muttering something irritably. Something about how he hated that sound and how it hurt. All the more reason to prevent them from doing something like that again. If that attack was doing something to affect Locke, then he especially didn't want to find out what the long term effect would be like.
At least he knew the hooded figure was reaching her limit. Why else would she yell something like that? If they continued to press her as they were, then maybe they put an end to this nonsense.
He threw another punch, followed by a low kick.
Target: Tro/Hunter Target HP: 56
Stats:
Name: Ryan O'Conner HP: 50/50 Damage: 10 Charge: 3/3 FEAR Strength: 80% Insanity Strength: 50% Items: None RP Blurb: Looks like this.
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Rown rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 5Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 1:12 pm
Ofelia got up from where she was kneeling because she decided it was time for her to actually do something. Rue was still summoned, still raring to go and be used, and so the teen looked around for what she could attack.
One of them had hurt Belladonna despite Ofelia wanting to protect her, and the teen set her goals on them. She didn't attack just yet, instead just making her way over, and a deep breath escaped her lungs as she braced herself for a fight.
This wasn't going to end well, not if she needed to shatter the weapon. . . .
A deep breath, then another, and then another, inhale exhale. Normally Ofelia didn't hesitate, take so much time, but the voices were gone in her head and she just didn't know what else to do. If she could have shown her insanity she'd be riddled with patches of gray, or at least showing enough to let others know, but now was not the time. She needed to focus, she needed to help.
The person who had hurt Belladonna needed to pay. Everyone needed to pay. They were attacking all of her beloved things, every last one, and so they would taste her wrath in all of its glory. Striking the blades of Rue's tips together the teen launched herself at the hunter wielding a sword, bringing back her fist at the last moment to land a strike.
It was better than missing, even if it didn't hit that hard.
As always, or at least as usual, Ofelia's third strike was just the simple taste that let her weapon get enough for a charge. Rue was still silent despite all the FEAR intake, either she really was gone for the moment or was just being her usual bitchy self and not wanting to play along, and Ofelia just happened to notice the absurd glowing of her weapon's runes.
All she needed was another chance to strike, another good attempt. She'd lay waste to this creature with her own two hands, getting revenge.
But. . .revenge for what? It was hard to focus. Why was she wanting revenge now?
Ofelia missed the voices, all the voices. Where was everyone?
With the actual hunters all attacking the hooded figures, Mei felt a little more at ease with her decision to fight these 'people'. She had already screwed up enough with the hunters, she didn't want to make things worse by attacking their potential allies. Luckily, it didn't appear that was so.
Staying on the same target as before, the doll struck out at the hooded ghoul before backing out of reach again.
Target: Tro Target HP: 51
Stats:
Name: Mei-Xiu HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 20% Items: None RP Blurb: 5'3" Broken/living doll that looks like this
At least at this point, the hunters, the ones they were familiar with anyways, were focusing their attention and their attacks on the hooded strangers. It would have been a seriously bad situation if they attacked with these people. But from what he gathered, they weren't allies at all, they didn't even seem to recognize each other. Calling the other side imposters. It would have been amusing to see, if they weren't stuck in the same battle themselves.
Teeth bared in a snarl, the black dog leaped up off the ground. This time throwing himself into the hunter with the gauntlet, before he snapped his jaws open at his arm.
Target: Mort/Hunter Target HP: 17
stats:
Name: Tybalt HP: 50/50 Damage: 9 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 25% Items: n/a RP Blurb: Looks like this or this. Depending on which form he is in.
Squeezing the trigger, she fired another shot at her target, a little displeased with it. Well, that sucked. We barely scratched them! :Perhaps if you would use me properly, we wouldn't be doing so poorly..: Hey now! That was the only really bad shot, give me a little credit, would ya'? To that, Xedis only remained quiet, leaving the sun hunter to mentally curse at him in an irritated manner.
Target: Alex Target HP: 115
Stats:
Name: Katherine Taylor HP: 33/50 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 20% Items: None RP Blurb: 5'6" and looks like this but has a small scar on the side of her face that goes all the way up the side of her cheek to her hairline
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Huni Pi rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 12Total: 15 (2-24)
Color and symbols flashed before his mind's eye with each blow Joyce received. Voices and sounds filtered into his being, some whisper-soft, some deafening, everything garbled and incoherent. Faces and forms swam through his vision. Was his Hunter sensing the same things? He didn't think so, it felt too personal, too private, too familiar for these things to be happening as they unfolded.
Repetitive dull thuds brought the tikbalang out of his stupor except his vision was blurred, his hearing full of static, his heart in his throat. He didn't panic, he couldn't panic, he didn't seem capable of it despite the pain coursing through him, smothering him. But that didn't mean he couldn't feel anything else. Emotions were welling up within the weapon and they were making themselves visible in the mien of his Hunter.
The more his heart filled with resentment, regret, and frustration, the less tired Joyce looked. The weaker and more confused he felt, the more animated the Hunter became. The angrier he felt, the less smooth Joyce's image was. The Hunter seemed to move awkwardly, knees bending then straightening out stiffly as Joyce attempted to break into a run. She didn't stumble when her legs looked like they were about to buckle, didn't even seem to care about her mechanical mannerisms.
Even less did she heed the odd song she began to sing: "Hey there stupid Pony, didja ever give anybody riiiiiiiides? I bet you always did and never even charged a diiiiiiiiiiime. Did they see you mad? I betcha wish they had all aloooong. But they were never there, nope wouldn't even care that you're goooone~"
Who? Who're y' talking 'bout? Petro asked weakly, fighting to stay awake, fighting not to let the darkness and the cold claim him.
"Oh, Petro, no. How could you forget? You you you~ told meeeee," Joyce's voice began to distort as she continued to sing tunelessly, "THEY forgot about you. THEY saw the siiiiigns but did shiiiiiiiiiiit~ I'm just doing you a favooooor and letting THEM know!" And with that, Joyce brought down the blade on the canine creature attacking Martin.
To both hunters and humans alike? This girl was making no sense. If there was a face to be seen beneath that hood it would have been grinning at her maliciously. "Monsters. We will cut you down." The voice was still a whispered hiss, ending in a dark chuckle as the figure drew it's blade back, away from where it had been pointed seconds before.
Name. Name....What was in a name?
Why does she want to know my name....?
Ignore her.
Images, swirls of color, of..memories? Hugs, offers of baking, warmth, kindness, concern.....
"Yes, he has a name. But that's none of your concern, creature."
Somethings not right....
I said ignore her! The voice snapped in his mind like a whip, commanding. He could feel himself being lifted, but the hunger, the need, it was receding as he struggled to think.
No, don't! Too late, he was being brought down, the figure was swinging the blade down, aiming for the girl, the ghoul...did he know her?
The blade struck, and Fear coursed through him, feeding him, giving him power. The memories he was hopelessly trying to cling to, to get answers from, stripped away once more as he became consumed with the hunger.
Ugh, fine.She had enough of listening to Xedis' smug attitude for one day. Taking aim at her target, she squeezed the trigger, knowing that the outcome of this was going to hurt either way. "Ah s**t--" She hated this part..
Target: Alex Target HP: 106
Stats:
Name: Katherine Taylor HP: 4/50 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 20% Items: None RP Blurb: 5'6" and looks like this but has a small scar on the side of her face that goes all the way up the side of her cheek to her hairline
