"I'll fix your coat later." He said it without even really looking up at Horace, blinked once, and laid eyes on the zombie bearing a runic torch. Probably it wasn't a good idea to swing, unarmed, at a monster bearing a weapon himself, but Ever wasn't exactly known for good ideas.
He aimed for the torch. Maybe he swung a bit wide.
The Semblance of Unity rolled 5 10-sided dice:
2, 6, 3, 9, 7Total: 27 (5-50)
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 3:12 pm
[Courtyard - Horace]
"Don't worry - it's not even mine." He eyed Zeke. They needed to get him to the infirmary, which was night impossible... Grumbling, he grabbed a hair elastic out of his pocket and tied his hair back and then the vines receded. It was so sudden, he blinked, not sure if he was seeing things.
Pain rolled over him and he clutched his head. He couldn't find anyone that mattered, couldn't do anything. Horace cursed, fingernails digging into his hairline.
The vines vanished, dissolving into nothingness. But with the vanishing came a pounding, sharp headache, and Jordan staggered as he got to his feet, putting his hand to his head and automatically mentally reaching again, finding nothing where Ferros should be. A roiling surge of anger rose in him. Everything was ******** wrong, and he didn't know who or what to blame. He wanted to hunt it down and hurt it, whatever it was.
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)
HP: 42
Otto winced, feeling a pang of remorse for losing his wish; a part of himself he'd grown accustomed to. But he'd never used it. A wish he kept but never gave thought to; he'd only ever seen it as a curse. A curse that lifted, and was now in the hands of a possibly dangerous being.
But.. what could he do?
The vines were finally gone. But... "Nng.." Otto held his head. What was right? What was wrong? He was angry, but at what? His head hurt so badly, worse than before. He was just.. so mad! He'd helped too late... he was no good. He'd been a flailing idiot just like everyone else and maybe if he had used his wish for good earlier... then... then...
He was an idiot! He didn't save the island. Definitely not. He still felt sick. Sicker.
His eyes came up to check on Gale, only to look past him and...
"Holy s**t." Otto turned Gale forcefully around. "There's a little girl!" Had she drowned? "C'mon." Save people, save them save them! He didn't want to be useless but ******** ******** ******** bent down, turning the girl to make sure she was breathing and not a faceless thief. "Y'okay?"
Miraculously, the vines seemed to disappear. Slowly they creeped away, but the more they did.... the more he started to feel ill. "Having two heart attacks in a day and now i cant bloody see anything well." He grumbled, feeling the beginnings of anger. It was an unusual feeling, something he tried to keep locked away.
Looking in the direction that Lucky did, he didn't see Gale. "I hope not, i tripped trying to save his butt right before that second attack came on." His words even started to sound foreign, different. Quinn was pretty soft spoken but this? This was the beginnings of aggression.
Lex had uttered a silent s**t as Otto and Gale were pulled away by the vines, unsure of what to do and very much not wanting to do anything. The tall and tanned Hunter finally stopped leaning on Evan for a few moments, testing the waters of if he could breathe and function on his own. He was able to support himself, able to take a few tentative steps. He'd be fine, just a bit of rest and some serious bandaging.
And Lex kept walking, even as the vines receded and faded away. A ringing in his ears drove the handsome, broken man forward to a place unknown. The ringing chanted him on, foot after foot towards the shoreline, towards whatever lie in wait for him there.
HP: 10 Virus: 71
and be blue rolled 5 10-sided dice:
7, 3, 4, 3, 7Total: 24 (5-50)
Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 3:18 pm
[ Courtyard - Lukas ]
He'd made it into the circle and, there, he'd taken a moment to catch his breath -- watching the chaos around him with a somewhat detached expression on his face. The vines were everywhere, and monsters surrounded them, but Lukas didn't throw himself at the turned hunters -- not yet. He'd seen enough zombie movies to at least have some idea what was going on here.
Until, of course, the vines faded around them. Then he paused, hands clenching, as the world blurred around him. They stayed clenched as it faded again, his head swimming.
Lukas really wanted to hit someone. He chewed on the thought, surveying the crowd around him.
It was over. She'd taken the wish, and it was gone, and Otto's arm no longer bore the mark of the hourglass. Gale inhaled a sharp breath, trying to figure out if this was a good thing or a bad thing, his heart beating rapidly inside of his chest without seeming to calm down.
The vines were gone, but Gale still felt terribly weak. He caught where Otto was looking and made a strangled sound, running after him on shaking legs before falling down beside the girl, reaching out to cautiously touch her shoulder.
"You all right..?" he asked carefully, echoing Otto's concerns. He glanced at his friend.
"Is she...alive?"
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Virus Counter: 8 + 28 = 36 HP: 49
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 3:20 pm
That little bit of Maebe left suddenly bled away, as the infection settled into her mind. She swayed with the dizziness of change, but she didn't fall. Her stumbling steps began to move before she could realize why, but when she felt the calling it wasn't hard to simply give in.
There was nothing left to keep her here. She shuffled off, accidentally tripping over Mark in the process, and began to drift towards the shore. There was something there for her, surely. Something more important than her own free will.
She drifted away, wordlessly, and walked for the shore.
One had broken away from the rest of their pack. One that staggered and swayed and was emptying rapidly. A hand roughly shoved Maebe forward, violently urging her on.
(Quick phone post to place her before night class)
He was gone. Then the vines left. And then—out of nothingness, too much.
Sickness hit Stormy like a truck, and she staggered and clutched at her head as it began to pound. Antivirus, antivirus...should she use it? Where was Gale, Evan, Tuck, Otto, where was...
