It was awkward moving around on four legs again at first. The insanity monster stumbled around, knocked over some of the large rocks that were placed around the field. It had been years sense he was in a form similar to this one, just a few weeks before his own weaponization.
It felt...invigorating.
Takeru what is happening to us. "I seem to have the reins for us both now, im moving our body." Anyone around them would have heard it, the masculine voice of the weapon inside and not the hunter whom once wielded him. While the beast shared qualities that used to below to the moon hunter, it would be clear now that she was most certainly not in control.
Ceres could feel his own confusion, his uncertainty, settling down to a knowledge. He was....free. Free... he could decide things for himself now, not just be the tag along giving advice. He was free to help THEM grow, help them mature.
Just as he was about to say somehting more, but the thought was quickly cut off with a hiss as he felt the blade from Marcus sink home. Backing away, the mist monster looked down at the pair curiously. Yellow eyes gleamed at the pair... a hint of wonder, and shock in their swirling depths. Why would Dis attack him? Tarkeru could not hear the words within the mans head, so the reasoning behind the attack was lost.
Stomping a foot out in frustration, a kirin temper tantrum?, a tremor hit the floor like a wave, cause the floor to shake and mist to swirl away from the beast.
HP: 135/150 Target: Next 3 Posters roll 1D6 Damage: Correspond you rolls with the below
Otto stood back, dumbstruck. He didn't have much drive left to fight, and with Melvin staying back to keep him from further harm? No. No reason to put those efforts to waste being reckless.
What horrified him most was watching Bix and Ceres turn into... something horrible.
Ofelia was watching everything in horror now from her position on her knees. Belladonna had taken the Mort-Hunter down, it was a feeling that tore her apart to witness. The Hunter managed to push herself to her feet as the last of the the foggy hunter vanished, and she shuffled over and placed her arms around Belladonna's smaller frame. It was likely the witch would struggle, it was her right, but the teen merely tightened her grip in order to protect her and keep her steady.
"Belladonna, Belladonna." She had used a nickname for her before, the Beedee was just for her, but now Ofelia was using her full name proper. "Belladonna, look at me, look at me." It was weird to be repeating everything but it sounded so natural in her head, so easy to do. "Look at us, just look at us." She said again, trying to calm the girl down. Screaming like this would make her a target of the other false-hunters and perhaps a few real hunters as well. Ofelia could and would use her body to protect her as best she could but. . .
... her thoughts of all that faded when two more beasts rose to take the place of the fallen one. Was this thing like a monster who had multiple heads? The red-head pulled Belladonna closer, ignoring any protests, and looked at the pair with fear and terror in her eyes. "No. . . no. Belladonna, look only at us don' look at them." Was she saying that for herself, or did she not want the witch to see that hunters too had changed into massive beasts? It was terrifying, so terrifying, and her shoulders started to shake as a wave of something horrible came.
Her shield sang in her ears, almost gone now entirely, but as long as she kept Belladonna in her arms everything would be okay. "Clover, Clover! Help us, aide us. . . " She hissed on her words.
Seeing their companion attacked caused the feathered serpent to dart defensively in the way. It rose with another hiss, wing and arm spreading in a show of superiority. Bix's mind wanted to protect Ceres and Mina's mind only wanted to keep Bix happy. The control had been placed into the hands of a shallow and possessive ghoul, still very much the spoiled selfish brat who had signed away her life decades ago. She'd no allegiance to Amityville or Deus. She cared only for herself and her friends, the few of those that existed.
Any lingering doubts about the creature's identity were expelled when the beast unleashed Bix's own move at Marcus. Glowing red feathers shot down like rain over the offending hunter burying into him and the ground around him, hissing with needles of red hot pain, and popping as they disappeared.
HP: 150/150 Damage: 16 Target: Marcus Moves: 1/3
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One of his fog companions was down, and that was enough to earn some attention as it turned away from the girl in the hunters coat, hooded head slowly tilting to one side as the figure lowered the arm wielding the sword just to stop and watch, silent, completely still save for the wispy tendrils of fog that continued to roll off of it. Two more had joined the battle but they were not recognizable to the insanity hunter. Not much was, anymore.
I'm still hungry...
Ignored, for now. Now was a time for watching, waiting. Something, some creature, some antennaed freak, was attacking it, driving at it with fists, each blow rippling in the fog, absorbed, painless, unnoticed.
And then the blade raised, and if a weapon could have smiled this one would have been, because it was going to be fed again, a new taste of something....
A new memory, fragmented, a flash of green, of happiness then regret, sorrow, hurt...why did it hurt so much?
No..Stop! This time the hunter seemed to hear him, to pause it's actions.
What is it?
Not him. I don't want him. Find me something else.
HP: 68/150 Target: N/A Fear Attacl:Y3 Swift Strikes (can be used once per day)-Used Damage: N/A
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 3:31 pm
That was the last thing he had ever expected to happen. Ryan watched in horror as the two hunters changed, combining with their weapons, reforming into something monstrous.
:Oh candlejack me! Mom boss just got an upgrade!:
That was one way of putting it. But... how the hell were they supposed to go about attacking that? They were hunters--were hunters! What if they ended up killing them? And as much as he couldn't stand Ceres, he didn't want to see her, or Bix, go down this way.
Target: n/a Target HP: n/a
Stats:
Name: Ryan O'Conner HP: 50/50 Damage: n/a Charge: 0/3 FEAR Strength: 70% Insanity Strength: 50% Items: None RP Blurb: Looks like this.
And there it was, some horrible nightmare become real. A weapon returning. Taking over their hunter. Dis laughed bitter, a twinge of longing. Oh my dear Kato, my sweet blood. You've done it, you're done it, you've done it. Dis's mantra was insane in his own right. This was not an infection, this was Dis, unbound, and realization crossed Marcus's face. Dis's dream, Power and Control. 'You're mine'. 'I control you'. 'You belong to me'. 'My Marcus'. 'Mine'. Cold realization as yet another facet of his weapon was brought to light. "Is that what you want?" Marcus didn't bother to think it, blue eyes going to the glowing weapon. A scowl, a hateful look to his own weapon as Dis laughed in his head.
Really now Marcus, really. Now do us both a favor. Let us taste him again, let us drink. "I'm not- No." What did you just say to me? "You wanted a taste of him, you got it. Now I am going to try and save them." He turned to Bix, fused with Mina- And cried out. Hot burning pain lanced through him. "You're still a p***k you know that Bix?!" He yelled at the feathered serpent as Dis screamed at him to change his target. "A ******** p***k-" Bina HP: 146/150 Dmg: 4
Wilson was in a daze. He looked to his side to catch a familiar sight. “What? No, no, I’m fine. Not a scratch on me,” he murmured in a quiet voice as he uneasily shifted in place while he observed the supposed hunters. They looked like hunters, seemed to act like them, but their sudden arrivals unsettled him. He had his suspicions, but even as other hunters began to attack he stood back for a while more. Wilson glanced at Ami. “You’re probably better off using those bandages on yourself,” he noted after a cursory glance.
And all he could do was watch Bix and Ceres with a look of silent terror hidden behind his mask. “Did they…?” he breathed as he nudged Ami with an elbow. The fog—it was the fog, right…?—had made these peculiar hunters and creatures. He had to do something. Wilson stepped forward tentatively, eyes glued to both of the former hunters before he stopped, shook his head. He looked toward one of the fake hunters instead, raised a cannon, and aimed.
Target: Petro Target HP: 51-8=43
Stats:
Name: Wilson Hopkins HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 10% Items:link Corrupted Pumpkin Pill, Horseman Vial RP Blurb:5'11" hunter
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The hit had her staggering back and clutching at her shoulder at the shock of pain that traveled through it. However, although he had not given her the exact name of his weapon, the figure had given her an answer to her question, indicating that it--he--had a name. Of course, now she wasn't sure what to make of this whole situation. These...things (as they were clearly not human like the hunters were) were capable of using Halloween-converted weapons? Where did they even get such weapons from in the first place?
...And if they killed them, would the weapons turn into tablets like hunters' weapons did, or...?
Unfortunately, there wasn't even much time to dwell on that when something else went terribly, terribly wrong. The baku wasn't even sure what to do aside from gape as two of the hunters suddenly changed.
What was going on!?
She glanced to the side upon seeing a familiar figure, waiting until he struck out at the fake hunter before moving up beside him. "There you are, Yin Cang! I-it's good to see that you're safe." There was a pause, and then she looked around, her expression becoming concerned. "Where is Alex?" The last she had seen, the two boils had been together.
Target: -- Target HP: --
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Name: Xiuying HP: 36/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 5% Items: 1 Pumpkin Pill RP Blurb:5'2" baku ghoul
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 4:00 pm
Yin saw the hunter start to retaliate and pause and...there was no real reason why. Unless...maybe as a pawn he had value to the hunters. Who really knew, he had no connection to this unknown hunter. Still he took the chance and moved back, eyes leaving the thing to flicker to the baku as she addressed him before focusing on his enemy once more.
"It is good to see you again as well Miss Xiu-Ying." And truly it was, she was one of those that he would worry about on the battle field. As far as Alexander..."I looked away for just a moment when the monster fell and the phoenix took flight and he was gone." He seemed rather annoyed by that. Alexander was supposed to be slow enough to keep up with. "I am attempting to locate him and to take care of these things that have popped up."
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.
She'd spent some time chewing on the one hunter, getting a good taste of some strange and unpleasant flavor in her mouth before she pulled away, growling and licking her teeth repeatedly to rid herself of it. She shook her head from side to side as she tried to rid herself of it, before stepping back and whirling her head around to find someone potentially more tasty to nibble on.
She went for another dark cloaked hunter, but it took only a moment's taste for her to recoil and crinkle her noise, making another noise of displeasure. These hunters tasted bad. She needed someone who made that pain in her gut go away.
Name:Shehk Faction: Student HP: 30/50 Fear: 100% Insanity: 10% Visual Reference:Shehk Inventory: - Glass - x - Pumpkin Pill - x - Used x - Regained x - Corrupted Pumpkin Pill - x
Actions Selected: 1 - Ignore Fog and Move in a Random Direction - x 2 - Agree to Return Item, Attack - x 3 - Use Pumpkin Pill on Figure - x 4 - Pick up the Beaker - x 5 - All Paths Lead to the Same End - x
Melvin was up for the same idea Otto was having, which was hanging back. However, he wasn't near passing out, and instead brought his own weapon up and set his sights on a far off hunter that others were attacking.
Oh, you're attacking? Don't want to take some more time, maybe file your nails. Put some pink polish on them?
Ha.Ha.Ha.
He aimed and fired.
Name: Melvin HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 85% Insanity Strength: 40% Target: Alex Charges: 3/3 Items: Med Kit X 2, 2 Corrupted Runic Bandages RP Blurb: Sweater-wearing, tall, immaculate man with a red gun.
Ami shook her head. She didn't need bandages- not yet anyways. They were only a few cuts and scratches, nothing that wouldn't scab over by tomorrow.
When Wilson Fired his gun at a fellow hunter, Ami immediately lunged for his arm, but it was too late. "Wilson are you crazy?" she said, jumping back behind him to avoid the gas. "That's a hunter!"
Had Wilson gone mad then? She looked at his target. Although it was a bit obscured from the gas, even Ami could see the insanity trails. "Oh no..." she said, holding up her guns. "It took them."
Target: Petro Target HP:42
Stats:
HP: 25/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 25% Items: 1 Runic Bandage Name: Ami Raine RP Blurb: Looks like this, currently wearing this skirt. It's very important for rp guys. Has 2 runic guns holstered around her waist, but hidden under her coat. She's 5'2, tiny tiny tiny.
Hitting a hunter as he passed, Frost dashed away, back into the crowd. Yin in the distance, Frost ran over to his friend, pausing only to give him a solid shake on his shoulder. "It is a good thing to see you well and whole again my friend." A bow to the ghoul he was with. "Are both of you well? Not needed any medical?" There was worry thick in his voice. "This chaos bodes ill for us. I- I cannot understand how this came to be." Petro HP: 42-4=38 Dmg: 4
Solia had no idea what was going on anymore. Hunters attacking hunters, hunters becoming things- This is Insanity Solia. This is nothing. Just find what you know, Who you know-
Scared, unsure, she shot at the one that Wilson and Ami aimed for, confusion evident on her face as she ran over to them and the mournful note rang out in the air. "Guys- guys, what's happening? How did-" She shook he head. "How did we get infected? I thought we were safe!"
Target: Petro Target HP:36 Dmg: 2
Name: Solia Delacroix Faction: Hunter HP: 40 Fear: 100% Insanity: 35% Visual Reference: she's 5 foot brown hair/eyes, ruffled blouse, skinny jeans+heels. Her weapon is a silver/blue long bow with a familiar blue rose at one end. (Israfel) Inventory: Nothin
