Standing still was a terrible idea, little witchling. Calling attention to herself, worse. They towered over her, a looming hooded figure that almost looked -
The laughter turned to cackling, perhaps because on some innate level he recognized her for what she was, and in connecting the dots the hurmorless merriment increased in volume. All of this was a riot, all the attacks the fell short or only impeded them, like a carnival game gone wrong, obstacles, obstacles, and no consolation prize for anyone's losses. No consolation at all.
But even so the momentum had fallen short, and as they slowed, as the mists trailed behind them and from the shadows came the last two creatures to beleaguer these miserable insects, when at last they were upon her and the gauntlet was swung down to silence the noise, he saw it: red.
Not rage, but . . . red. And the bewilderment which resulted in that break in the mists, the weapon short-circuited and lost its charge, leaving only a metal fist to clip the creature.
The laughter abruptly stopped. The gauntlet's humming grew gentle.
Wh . . .
Now at a halt, the wounds inflicted during his mad rush came back, made him crumple and clutch at his stomach silently. Mists everywhere, fog everywhere; his figure barely was able to keep its shape, beginning to mix with its own fading streams. There were no eyes to stare with this time, and yet he could see her nevertheless. The illusion of partnership was all but gone now; he knew what he had done, what had happened, and what was needed to be done.
Fixed in place, he could only whisper in the nothingness and hope that she knew what to do, and that she could keep the one promise she had never been able to accept. The figure lifted its head slowly to meet her, not even ragged breathing to be heard now.
Just an echo of laughter, a gentle hum, and the oppressive weight of weariness.
HP: 3 Attack: 3/3 Damage: 2 Target: Belladonna
Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 2:34 pm
If Ofelia had known that Belladonna was actually still really close she probably would have done something, like actually move to her side, but rather she stayed next to Before and was about to move to look for the witch when a sharp shock ran itself up and down her spine. Letting out a shriek, this one more from surprise rather than just self-inflicted terror, the hunter inter trainee felt her knees give out beneath her as her FEAR shield reached half capacity. When it dipped below it she could have sworn she heard Rue's unhappy hiss, a decent enough sign, but she was too busy panting against the sudden attack to do much.
She stayed on her knees, her vision trying to focus. Who. . .was that the Mort-Hunter? Ofelia only vaguely thought such things, seeing as Belladonna had possibly cried it before, and she rubbed her eye a few times. She needed to get up and attack, she needed to protect Belladonna, but the shock was still running through her body and she felt a harsh tingle.
Her weapon had a full charge - once the numbness went away there would be no more hesitation.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" A shrill voice shrieked into the mists the briefest moment before the not-fire hit and scorched anyone within its proximity. Even the rocks that the pair had hid behind had not been enough to hinder the flames, it did not even pause their rampage over the fields.
She though, on the other hand, found herself not...as effected as the one standing over her would be. The sun hunter had taken position and used his body as a meat-shield a whisper of a second before touchdown. Effectively it did keep the worst away, but she still received pain as some of the unnatural fire slipped around him. Hissing out in pain she felt...grappling at her skin, but her minor whimper was nothing in comparison to the blood curdling screams all around her. The most? Coming from right above her.
All of a sudden, as if a pause button had been set, it stopped? All around, a silence seemed to take over the field... even if only for a moment. She used that second of hesitation to allow her partner to see how she really felt about him protecting her. It was a jumble of emotions, but the one that dominated the rest?
Anger.
"BIX What the....Why!? I am the Moon i should be protecting YOU not the other way around!" The emotions were a mix of her already dominant protective instincts, fueled and inflamed only by her insanity. Reaching up, she lightly punched him on the shoulder. She refused to allow herself to punch harder, even though she wanted to.
"Sorry.." Bix trembled as he finally, eventually gained his bearings. He knew she would be angry but the girl had been reckless, turned and driven by Insanity three times as bad as his own. "You're not in your right mind. It's the Insanity."
Bix took her punch with a bit of a smirk, looking up at the sky when everything seemed to stop. "See? We're fine." His crooked grin didn't meet his eyes. There was a pit in his stomach that this wasn't over. Too quiet.
"Just c'mere." Bix sat against the rubble they'd been hiding behind and yanked Ceres against him in a tight hug. "This isn't the time for this but.. I'm glad you're okay." The albino hunter was trying to be a professional. A full exploration and admittance of feelings could wait until after the battle. Get home, get a shower, and finally be able to admit his feelings to her face. They'd at least crossed the first hurdle. "I think we're almost done here."
He closed his eyes, holding Ceres close and taking a breather. It wasn't often that you got a break in battle. There was no warning when the pit in his stomach started to feel tangible. When he realized he couldn't move. He couldn't talk aloud.
"Stupid male thing to do." She should be pissed, she should be raving and angry and throwing a FIT about how it was her job to protect the suns. She should be worried, just what the hell had happened with the fire? Sure it hurt like hell, but it left no lasting damage to them. Should she be wondering what else had happened? What else WAS happening? For some odd reason though...
She wasn't.
Bix opened his eyes an realized he wasn't holding her anymore. He wasn't even looking at her.
Closing her eyes for the briefest of seconds, Ceres allowed herself to recieve the briefest of comfort he was offering. It was quickly followed up though by feeling guilty about such calm on the battle field. Was this evidence of how far she had went down the rabbit hole?
Oh.. OOoooohhh... Mina? Oooohh Bixy baby. My ssssssnowflake. Mina, what's going on? Everything looks strange. I can't- You can't move. No. But I can.. Mmmmmmmm... What? Don't worry sssnowflake, I'll protect us.
Bix i- Wait. Why... why is my mouth not moving? "Wha-" A pause, a intakeof breath. "Well well..." Fine time to pipe up now Takeru, being silent all the while until now. What is going on!? "I haven't the foggiest of ideas..."
He managed to say to himself, a odd feeling overtook Ceres which she too could feel and oddly understood. It was one of shock. She could understand that feeling... but a second feeling bad itself apparent for the quickest moment, leaving her wondering if she even truly felt it.
Recognition?
Where Bix had been sitting, holding Ceres tight, rose something else. There was a skin-crawling hiss, twisted and distorted, like many voices at once. A monster roaring, a young ghoul laughing, a young man screaming. It's serpentine body uncoiled and lashed, grey and cracking and crumbling. A wing unfurled one one side, a freakish clawed arm on the other. Red runic gems glowed and pulsed all over it's body and clearly marked this creature's identity. Grey feathers fell like rain, dissolving into mist before they hit the ground. To anyone who'd been at the Haunted House last year, they'd seen the destructive merging of hunter and weapon first hand. They knew that there was no going back.
Bix and Mina were now one. To the hunters this was a comrade, to the students it was a long disappeared Amityville student finally unleashed from weaponized form. Was this freedom? Was this the power they'd each been seeking?
Whose mind was in control now?
Ceres own transformation started a few moments after Bix's, giving the pair of them time to gasp out as they saw the start of his own transformation before theirs started.
The mist pooled around Ceres and Takeru, their shape changing as rapidly as the cool vapors swirled around their shared body. Together they grew, their identity changed, melding into one form. Her sword once at her side had vanished in to thin air as her body continued reformed itself. Once bipedal was now Quadrupedal. Once human faced was now stretched out... displaced, more equine, but somehow still had a slightly fleshy appearance to it. A mane formed down their shared neck, trailing on to form a tail that curled itself from their rear. Horns pushed their way out of their skull, one of which would have been oddly familiar looking to anyone else whom had set eyes upon her weapon before. What was once human was now clearly something different, something more.
Though it was far from perfect. Evidence enough being the extra limb that now stuck out from her left shoulder, more humanoid in fashion with long tapering claws taking the place of fingers. Her body was greyed out, as mist swirled around the completed form of insanity. Yellow eyes gleamed back at anyone whom looked, filled with intelligence; with a snort from its nostrils more mist releasing itself onto the field.
Only, once again we ask... who exactly was in control?
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HP for Bixina:150/150 HP for Takeres: 150/150 THE LAST TWO BOSSES REVEAL THEMSELVES THESE BOSSES HAVE NOT YET ATTACKED. They are seperate bosses, this collaborative post was strictly for story purposes. They will be moving and attacking on their own so please target/attack them the same.
The attack from the sword was enough to make the witch cry out, to stumble aside in attempt to be free of harm's way. But it stung and it ached and it was far better to feel this than that other sinking, awful feeling of what she knew might happen next. "Fine! Thank you!" The witch called to the sweet ghoul who tried to help her. After this was all said and done, she would find this ghoul, befriend and thank her more aptly for her kindness. Now she was only focused on the thing with Mort's arm. A few steps were taken toward it, but as the witch brought her hands up for a hit, she once more faltered. "Didn't answer my questions! Very rude, you know!"
Target: Hunter Mort Target HP: Unchanged
Stats:
Name: Belladonna Divine HP: 30/40 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
With each failed attack she was growing angrier, with each inability to ball her fists and land one jackdamned punch, she despaired more. And the Hunter was ignoring her, fighting harder as others ripped and tore into it, but her shouts and calls went unheeded. "Look at me!" She yelled at it, still unable to do anything, to hit it. She was slipping on her feet, on the rubble, on her emotions. She was mad, hurt, betrayed. "Say something!"
Target: Hunter Mort Target HP: Unchanged
Stats:
Name: Belladonna Divine HP: 30/40 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
The sudden figure that loomed over her and cackled in her face and mocked her did not bother the witch altogether too much as she stood underneath him and stared up. Of the pair, she'd always been the fire, but had never been the one to burn quite like her stance did now. Now she balled her fists and grit her teeth together, eyebrows pulled down tight and lips parted to show her snarl. Never would she be called vicious and though she was not even remotely scary now, she was angry and hurt, a wicked combination that often that is frightening enough. Everything moved slowly, as the Hunter came barreling toward her, but stopped short and quickly ended his cackle. The carefully constructed bit of metal she knew by heart dove toward her as she side stepped it, felt it scrap against her shoulder. It hurt, but still it did not stop her as Belladonna reached up both hands and grabbed the contraption. It burned, it felt as though she would die to continue touching it, but her fingertips found groves to dig into, her joints tensed as she held on tight. "Give him back to me." Where as her cards had been inactive before, they did not return, but one did. It was the only one she really needed, the only one that had ever caused any real damage and the only one that had never, ever failed her. With a flash the card shot from her and burst into the tall shape of the Death Knight. "He is not your's. He is mine." It burned to grip the metal, it tore at her flesh but still she pulled on it, demanded it be ripped from the Hunter. This creature did not deserve the kindness the witch had been willing to dispense earlier. All she knew was anger, a white hot flash of it that burned her alive but would not relent. Either it or the burning of touching the metal would destroy her, but she was too stubborn to let either have an easy go of it. The Death Knight stepped behind the Hunter, easily raised its lance and just as easily drove the weapon through his back with enough force to really make it count. And like the child everyone always thought she was, Belladonna continued to tug on the metal though she was sure she'd carry the scars from doing so for the rest of her life. With a shriek she realized she was crying, realized she could not hold on any longer and realized that she'd finished the Hunter off. With one last wrench she pulled backwards, her voice high and loud as she shouted at him.
"He's my love! He's mine! Give him back! Give him back to me!!"
Target: Hunter Mort Target HP: DEAD ;3;
Stats:
Name: Belladonna Divine HP: 27/40 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 45% Items: 1 Corrupted Pumpkin Pill, 1 Pumpkin Pill RP Blurb: 5 Foot Even, Rather Angry and Crying Witch Attack 3/3
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 2:50 pm
It was hard to tell if the situation was getting better or worse. The giant behemoth was gone, but with these strange hunter look a-likes, he wasn't sure what their situation was. The students, fortunately, were holding their own and fighting back admirably. Even the hunters, despite the close resemblance, were fighting them. Good thing to. He could only imagine how things would turn out if those hooded figures had joined forces with the hunters already present.
Unfortunately, the behemoth knew their good fortune never lasted. Which, with the appearance of two more insanity beasts, was confirmed. Things were about to get more hectic and the only thing he could really do for the students now was offer his assistance where he could. It was a fight for their lives. So with another loud roar, he passed on his encouragement through a surge of Fear.
"Don't falter!" He yelled, sweeping the ground with his tail as it lashed to the side. "Give them everything you've got!"
That aside, why did that one insanity beast seem familiar..?
OOC Post
Avery has provided an attack buff for the next three students who post after this post. If you are one of those three, add +1 dmg to your attack This does not count, however, if you roll 6 or below. A miss is a miss and the buff will have no affect.
And be sure to add this to your post. It allows me to know which three people got the buff.
[quote="OnionGrump"]I am Character 1/2/3. I'm taking Avery's [b]+1 damage[/b] buff![/quote]
Stats:
Name: Avery Chase HP: 136 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: n/a RP Blurb: Looks like this.
Right - one down, and Madison had to admire the spirit of the freaks, despite herself. They were clever and canny creatures, which was probably why they made excellent partners... but these had been taken unwilling, by these things that called themselves Hunters but weren't.
The flash of another sword caught her eye, and without pausing she moved to engage; Kouki was a lighter blade, so her strikes would likely be quicker, harder to block if she could make it past his guard. Grimly, she flung herself through the fog, coming out swinging. The attack connected and she whirled, crossing the swords as she landed and went immediately into a defensive stance.
The fog was boiling, but in the chaos she couldn't tell one grey abomination from another - she couldn't yet tell what had happened to some of Deus' own.
Target: Alexander-Hunter Target HP: 78
Stats:
Name: Madison McKenzie HP: 35/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Items: [x] Runic Bandages x 2 (one is personal Runic Weapon loadout) [x] Strange (Horseman) Vial x 1 RP Blurb: 19 year old white girl with strawberry blonde hair, in a hunter-coat kimono, with four katana!
There was too much going on. Too much happening to stop the chain of events around them. Trying his hardest to keep Gale and Eva safe but- Useless. He'd been powerless to help them. And now- Illusions, lies, Dis was laughing, endlessly laughing at it all. Just survive. Just keep fighting. Just keep-
Terror, horror, as he looked over just in time to see Bix change. His friend. The guy who he'd worried would hate him for wanting to marry Cass. Who was there to poke at him, yell at him, yet through it all- a friend of sorts. The terror didn't end there. No, it came in spades as Ceres followed. And where Marcus felt panic still for Ceres- Kato. The weapon spoke in true words, no longer metal directions on nudges, but words. How dare you Kato, disgracing yourself by falling prey to this madness. Dis's anger washed over him That is an ugly look for him Marcus. An ugly look. I will not stand by and see his noble form tarnished. Stop him. Stop his foolishness this instant. So disgraceful. The vampire said with a cold despondency. It was a strange emotion to mix with rage. Marcus was more concerned with the hunters than their weapons. It shouldn't have done that, this should have been impossible.
"Bix, Ceres!" Take care of him Marcus, STOP HIM. Orders, worry, fear, Marcus fell into his own detachment, swinging out at what had been his fellow moon.
Before Yin had a chance to attack the insane hunter again it was felled. He turned, eyes sweeping the area, looking for something new to focus on. There, an insane hunter with a sword. That would be nice. He began to move toward it.
Target: Alex Target HP: 78/150
Stats:
Name: Yin HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 45% Items: 2x pumpkin pill RP Blurb: Yin looks like Yin. Mantodae, 5'7" and wearing a dark green scarf.
I am Character 1. I'm taking Avery's +1 damage buff!
He moved in for the attack, fist lashing out. But it was a weak blow, far less than what he was capable of. That bothered him, and he settled himself into an attack position, looking for a proper opening.
Target: Alex Target HP: 75/150
Stats:
Name: Yin HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 45% Items: 2x pumpkin pill RP Blurb: Yin looks like Yin. Mantodae, 5'7" and wearing a dark green scarf.
Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 3:10 pm
It was impossible. It wasn't true. It couldn't be true.
For the majority of the battle Gale had been hanging back, not making a move to attack, but defending who he could and trying to keep out of the direct line of fire. And for the most part, it had worked. He had done well to stay back and watch out rather than take the offensive.
But hell was moving and enveloping him and he could not quite seem to believe what was right in front of him.
One moment it had been Bix. One moment it had been the only person on the island who fully seemed to understand him, who had been the first person to treat him as an equal, who hadn't cared about his age or his height. One moment it had been just a dorky white haired man with a penchant for bad jokes and junk food.
One moment, and then no longer.
Gale had frozen where he stood, staring up at whatever it was that was no longer Bix, no longer Mina, but a combination of the two, a horrible, messy, twisted fusion of human and creature. There was one beside him as well, one that he could not recognize anymore, but his attention was focused on the thing that had once been his best mate.
"No."
<< What is that? Who is that next to him? >>
"I don't - " said Gale jerkily, his mouth suddenly dry, and he seemed unable to move. "I don't know - "
<< It looks familiar, >> said the dragon. << It looks like - >>
There was a ringing silence, a horrible, awful tension.
Jinhai's scream of fury echoed within Gale's head, so loud and so unbearable that it shook him from his stupor, his hands flying up to press against his temples, his eyes wide with shock.
Jinhai, what -
But Jinhai was screaming inside of his head and it hurt to breathe, to even think, and Gale let out a gasp of pain and surprise, his head ringing.
Jinhai, what's wrong?
The dragon was not answering him, and inside of his chaotic thoughts, Gale could hear one word, one name, repeated over and over again like a mantra as he dropped to his knees, still holding his head.
His opening appeared and he drove his fist forward again. It was not a perfect attack, did not have his full weight behind it, but it was a solid blow and that was somewhat satisfactory in and of itself.
Target: Alex Target HP: 68/150
Stats:
Name: Yin HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 45% Items: 2x pumpkin pill RP Blurb: Yin looks like Yin. Mantodae, 5'7" and wearing a dark green scarf.
When Aksaja came up behind him, Sharra quite nearly had a heart attack. What with students turning into monsters, students turning into...god knows what, and hunters all around who were clearly JUST as confused as they were, he hardly knew who would be the next foe. The monsters wreathed in fog and viciously attacking his fellows were the current focus, naturally, but now there were...hunters who were monsters, or, Jack knew what here. Releasing a slow, shaky breath, he turned to smile faintly at his friend, though the expression was forced. "Hey...let's mess these guys up." Former friends or no...they didn't have much choice now.
Well, at least the Nergal could talk a good talk. Running up to swing claws at the sword-wielding foe, he missed rather hilariously, and took a quick step back, trying to dodge out of the way of the attacks of others.
This...this was chaos.
Target: Alexander Target HP: 175
Stats:
Name: Sharra HP: 25/30 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 30% Items: - Horseman Vial - Location Acquired - Corrupted Runic Bandage - Location Acquired RP Blurb:Like this, but with somewhat longer hair, and no vest. A bit disheveled.
As the first real hunters succumbed to whatever it was that was controlling the battleground, Rep glanced over, his eyes went wide, just in time to watch Ceres shift into something else. Something more than human.
He didn't know how to feel.
On some level it was like watching his dreams come true, if it could happen to them it could potentially happen to him. He could be like Tracey, armed with teeth, claws and wings, a predator rather than a soft weak human.
But how much of them remained and how much of them was nothing but fog?
He backed off from the fighting hunters to stare in apparent awe.
"Holy s**t."
Target: -- Target HP: --
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,
