Xiu could not help but frown at Yin's reply, turning to scan the field with a sort of panic now. "We should find him," She agreed, searching for the tall zomboil among all the other students, "At the very least, I hope he's not alone right now." It would be one thing if he was with another group of students, but if he was being attacked by something and there was no one around to help...
The baku shuddered at the thought, her ears drooping. However, before she could suggest that they get away from the sword-wielding fake hunter and go off to search for Alex, another boil suddenly joined them. Startled, Xiu gave a little nod of her head.
"Y-yes, we're alright. And you...?" She gave him a quick lookover before grimacing at his words, clutching her hands to her chest as she glanced over at the fake-hunter. "Yes I...I have no idea how this could have happened either. It's not even clear what these hunter-like figures are, but their weapons still seem to be made from..." She trailed off and shook her head. She still didn't understand what was going on here.
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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
Ramenli
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 5:10 pm
"Wait!"
While the voice sounded familiar enough, though the fog obscured almost everything, several tall, long figures in cloaks had arrived to intercept the infected students. Bogeymen, and the one considerably tinier figure that contrasted greatly with their colours, decked in light blues and very much looking like a runaway from the Land of Holidays. Or really, Amityville Academy's school office.
Arel had best intentions as he tried to run with a glowing vial in one hand, didn't pay attention as the fog practically curled itself around one foot and tripped him, nearly ended up drowning in the fog before pushing it back with a few icicles and some rather annoyed huffing. Thankfully the vial was still in one piece, and thankfully still corked.
"We-," he tried again, "We can cure them. This- this Insanity should just be temporarily, we need to at least try." The bogeymen however, seemed extremely impatient, several of them surrounding one of the infected students, attempting to keep them grounded with solid rope. Almost painfully slowly, Arel finally managed to uncork the bottle, splashing a little on Mort's rapidly dissipating form. Immediately the fog screeched, greys curling into each other until all that remained was the student, mostly normal except for a small patch of grey on one arm.
Quickly, the ice demon tried again, running towards Petro. However, where the water touched, his form begin to sizzle and hiss, fog spewing outwards rapidly, as if openly bleeding from a grey-covered wound before curling back into itself again. The fog around them shook as if in indignation, and as the fog began to churn thicker, cold now, threatening. Hissing a warning.
'We will not leave until we go home'
It was a voice that everyone heard, one that made the secretary step back in hesitation, and then slowly turn towards the bogeymen. "The Insanity infecting the others is strong, we'll need to weaken it a bit more." A pause. "Right?"
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STUDENTS:
- The vial Arel is using seems to only work if the Insanity is weakened. There is simply too much Insanity around those students infected! With that in mind, students will need to weaken those infected as much as they can before he tries to use the vial again - ALL STUDENTS RECOVER 1 FEAR USE
All that the once-Ceres would see was the tell-tale glimmer of electric blue seeping through the fog. It was hard to tell if the Death lead was even surprised at the transition as Circe swung forward and forcefully parted the infected Hunters away from each other.
A second later, the glowing weapon had crumbled the fog that had formed, a makeshift wall almost, around Ceres. She was rewarded with a disinterested look, one of disdain and revulsion. "Anyone who succumbs to their weaknesses should die by them."
Another flash of light, and then a strange sound, somewhere between a light screech and loud hum as the scythe cleaved into Ceres -
- And tore off one grotesque limb. It flopped on the ground, back and forth, bleeding grey mist before dissolving even as the ground itself seemed to shake in pain and indignation. The fog-encrusted earth split, large black spikes protruding at all angles, attempting to impale the Death lead as he was forced to take several steps back, sweeping a ranged shockwave that took most of the obstacles out. "It must be nice to think that if you don't ******** kill them they won't kill you."
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- There are very clear orders to put the infected Hunters out of their misery, without hesitation. As the fog grows thicker around you and the voices grow stronger, you can't help but feel as if you will be next... perhaps someone will have to put YOU out of your misery... - ALL HUNTERS REGAIN ONE EXTRA CHARGED ATTACK
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 5:12 pm
"Indeed." Of course he was already looking for him, if a bit distracted. But really, had he expected the zomboil to stay with him? Maybe it had seemed like they could fight together again...but it was apparently too much to ask. He had probably just had enough and needed a break. He had pushed him to that point, pushed him away, and while he wanted to find the zomboil to check up on him he would not force him to team up with him.
The hand on his shoulder had him tensing, ready to retaliate, but it was Frost and he relaxed, giving the boil a flashed grin of razor teeth. It was always good to see a comrade in one piece. Yin missed the way the baku raked her eyes over the wolfos, but then he often missed a lot of things. "I do not know about these, but they are hunters, they are attacking, and they are infected. It is clear that they need to be put down."
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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.
Kaiyumi
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 5:23 pm
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There seemed to be a gathering happening within striking distance of the insanity hunter, and still it did nothing to attack. They were leaving it alone, for the moment, so it would not bother with them. In fact, it was now turning away, moving on, in search of a new, less boring target.
And then they said a name, and the figure stopped. And began to laugh. That was all, just laughter.
HP: 63/150 Target: N/A Fear Attacl:Y3 Swift Strikes (can be used once per day)-Used Damage: N/A
"You really are a dumbass," Ami muttered to Solia. "Of course you're not safe- you've never BEEN safe."
Caelius barked orders, and Ami took them. It might have seemed cruel to immediately rule out the possibility of saving them, but Ami just didn't care one way or another. Her orders were to take out the monster, and she was going to take it out.
Shots fired at the snake one. She had an easier shot without the wall Caelius had created. It hardly created a dent in the monster, but the Death division leader was absolutely right.
It was kill or be killed.
Target: Bina Target HP: 145
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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.
“There’s always a method to my madness,” he mumbled to Ami as he stepped aside to allow the life hunter a clearer view. “I know.” Another familiar face arrived and for a brief moment he pulled down his mask to give Solia a smile. “Glad to see you’re still in one piece.” Then he frowned as he put the mask back on. “I’m afraid I can’t answer that for you. I have no clue.”
Ami seemed to mutter something, but Wilson couldn’t quite make out the words. “Sometimes you can’t assume things.” Wilson stared at the Death leader and shifted in place once Caelius gave out orders. “Admittedly, I thought we were safe from the physical side effects.” Apparently he would have to stop thinking that.
With a heavy sigh, he pointed his cannons at one of the hunters and whispered, “Sorry.”
Target: Bina Target HP: 145-6=139
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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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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 5:32 pm
Despite Yin's words, Xiu still looked rather hesitant at the idea of killing these hunter-things, not for them, but for their weapons. Would they turn into tablets once their wielder had died?
Fortunately, Xiu's concern over the weapons changing to tablets was short-lived when Arel suddenly arrived, splashing something over one of the fake hunters who had been defeated. Of course, while the baku was relieved to see that the weaponized student could be saved, she was also--quite frankly--downright horrified upon realizing that that weapon had been Mort. Although she had not spoken to the boil during this trip, she was certain that she had caught glimpses of him during the battle prior to the giant insanity phoenix.
...When had he turned? During that short period between the last battle and this one? How was that even possible?
Her head snapped up when the sword-wielding hunter suddenly began to laugh. Looking up at him warily, her gaze flickered between the sword, the hunter, and then back, chills going down her spine.
Who was that? Could it be...
"That sounds like a good plan to me," She finally replied, her tail lashing behind her, "Let's take this thing down." And as it was neither really human nor a Halloween creature, Xiu wouldn't feel so bad about it either.
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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
The actions of the death lead were not surprising as Marcus looked over. Ceres's arm- nothing but an illusion. That didn't stop Dis from hissing, ordering Marcus to go to Kato, (Ceres, Marcus corrected. That was Ceres, no matter what voice they heard, Ceres was still in there). Dis wanted to feed on Kato. He wanted to return Kato to Kato. See what colors his beautiful scales would be. How he would look, free of insanity- Free of his mortal bond. Dis wanted and wanted and yelled and screamed and Marcus until ******** THIS!" Marcus glared at the forms that had been Bix and Ceres both. "You're both annoying ******** pricks you know that? Chiding, judging- now the both of you ******** turning into freaks. You're ******** better than that you assholes!" Dis was screaming and screaming and ordering. Running up to what had been Ceres, Kato, Takeru- He slashed at her, him, it.
"Do you have ANY ******** IDEA what he's screaming at me? What he ******** wants? I'm ******** DONE." You're a GODDAMN MOON CERES. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT PEOPLE, NOT GET THEM ******** KILLED. NOT TURN INTO SOME MONSTER." HE'S A NOBLE BE- "HE'S A ******** DOUCHE FOR TAKING OVER HER, JUST LIKE YOU!" Grabbing at the mane, trying to get on top of the back-
"I'm not about to let you ******** kill us you selfish assholes!" Takeres HP: 125/150 DMG: 10
Kat sneered at the hooded figure's back as he left to find new prey, leaving her to cling to what little strength she had left. Struggling to stand, she heard some sort of commotion going on and searched the crowd for the source. Nearly dropping her weapons, she stared wide eyed at the sight of both, what appeared to be, Bix and Ceres merging with some sort of creatures. "W-what..?" The hooded figures were bad enough, but now this? How could she even draw her weapons on them? They were her friends!
With Caelius order and brutal attack on Ceres, Kat heard herself cry out in horror as the limb fell from her body. No.. no no no! She couldn't attack her! It wasn't their fault! If those students could be cured, surely there was a cure for them as well! This whole haunted house was crazy!
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Name: Katherine Taylor HP: 5/50 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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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 5:44 pm
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Seeing that the smart-mouthed pseduo hunter had been taken down, Jake felt a little better, but there was still that b***h. He really wanted to kill her.
He grunted.
He gripped his left shoulder, feeling the gash left there by the female hunter. She was going to die.
It was then he heard a shriek. Angry voices. And...
His eyes widened. Were those...
No, those were actual hunters, he was pretty sure, not those stupid dumbass cloaked ones, but the vibrant gold and white coated ones running around everywhere. Or... well, they WERE hunters, before they became...
Oh hell, just what the hell was going on?
He heard a bark. An order. ... Insanity? He eyed the cloaked hunters. Them? Or... did he mean the ones that just mutated? ... wait, just what...
For the first time in years, he showed fear. Was that... what he was going to become?
He grit his teeth. R-right. He wasn't alone. Though he'd hate to say it, but he had Chester. He wasn't alone. Well, orders were orders, even if these were actual allies.
Lets.
He rushed towards the horse-looking one.
Target: Takeres Target HP: 123/150
Stats:
Name: Jake Cross Faction: Hunter - Death Trainee HP: 12/40 FEAR Strength: 75% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: N/A RP Blurb:Here. Wears a sleeveless hunter coat with the death division symbol on the back. Bandages wrapped around his torso, fresh wound on his left shoulder. Wields bladed tonfas.
Action: Attacking Takeres Result: 2 dmg
Fear Attack: World of Darkness (Y2 Headlights) Charge: 2/3 [0/2] Attacks Used: 1/3
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" He screeched out while wheeling around and face the other insanity monster right after the attack was sent hurtling towards Marcus. "We cant hurt him!" ...Which 'him' did he exactly mean though? Takeru knew, and inwardly...Ceres did too. Keru honestly did not give a rats a** about Marcus, he could die for all he cared, no...the Quilin did not want to hurt Dis. Dis, even if he creeped the ******** out of Keru, he had still earned his friendship.
Even if their relation was odd.
A growl of inhumanly frustration was sounded off a moment later, the sight of the blue coming too late... the hum of a familiar weapon not being loud enough even for his too-large ears. As the walls closed in around him, he found his yellow eyes growing wide, careful. Even a bit frightened? Before narrowing down at the spot where the man stood, someone that personally always pissed Takeru off... but scared Ceres helpless. Maybe it was a good thing he had the reins...
"You always were a freaking a*****e."
He managed to hiss out before pain exploded across his torso, a inhuman sound erupting from his maw. WHile the limb was just a fragment of the Mist the insanity beast was made of, it still hurt the actual creature it was attached to.
Narrowing his eyes, Takeru growled menacingly at Caelius. "I will kill you."
TAKERU STOP Shut up, Girl, I have the Reins now, -I- do what i want to now. YOU were always scared of the b*****d, Why SHOULDN'T he die?
Now free of the bonds that were placed on him, Takeru found himself wheeling on the voice which also pierced the night. Marcus also was another that constantly pissed him off. Always acting like he was better than everyone else, HE was a Noble Kirin... No one topped that. No one.
Takeru, No. Dont, what are you thinking? He is part of my DIVISION! He is a hunter! She tried to struggle inside, truly she did, but the bonds that now kept her within were not as easily breakable as the box that one held the Insanity Quilin.
They can always find more hunters.
"If i kill your hunter Dis, you can always find a replacement." Taking off, the insanity now seeping into the Quilins mind... he inteded to try and Trample Marcus, taking another wound to the side as he passed.
Madison only realized what had happened to Bix and Ceres when her attention was called to it; she broke away from her previous immediately upon hearing new orders. Kouki hissed in rage in her mind. Wrong. Wrong!! he snarled, the runes on his blades glowing brightly with FEAR and fury. This is not how it is meant to be! And underneath all that hissing was his own fear, fear of being transmuted and taken and forced to subsume her...
Glad you're on my side, Madison thought back, fervently, and let Kouki fly. The four blades flashed with FEAR as the charged attack took effect, though several of the swords only glanced off the target. Still, it seemed two of them found purchase and wounded, even if only a little bit...
We've got work to do, Madison said grimly as Kouki returned to her. She'd seen the scarfed freak's little 'cure', and my, didn't it look familiar. The strange vial she'd picked up earlier felt cold against her side...
Target: Takeres Target HP: 114
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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!
The ones in black didn't taste good. Maybe one of these other strange ones did? Shehk, in some ways, had stopped caring what she was attacking - human, halloween, they both were attacking everything and they were neither, these fog made phantoms. She was more than willing to launch herself onto the more serpentine looking figure, teeth seeking out a sensitive area, yet seeming to be mostly met with fog.
She recoiled away, her tail twitching from side to side in irritation as she stepped back and looked at the half fog in some hopes of getting a better view of what her potential next move was. That one nibble hadn't been too bad, but she wanted another taste.
A taste of anything.
Target: Bina Target HP: 139 - 1 = 138
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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
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Her insistence to speak only dug at him further, because he was speaking, shrieking more like, begging and pleading her to just end this nightmare before it consumed him again; and yet only the manifested figure could hear, only he himself could hear. The words tore in retaliation into his mind, echoing harshly until all he could hear was a high-pitched buzz.
Even so, he heard her. A bitter angry voice and a warm touch - reminders of what had been on both ends of the spectrum, in good times and bad - fought past the weakening fog, and when he realized that she was grasping him and felt the familiar burning sensation of siphoned Fear, he shouted anew. No no no NO NO NO, Let go, let go! But she couldn't hear him and probably wouldn't have listened even if she could, insistently digging her fingers into the gauntlet and pulling with more and more force. Don't do this, 've done enough - ! He was afraid that she had truly lost it and was giving him her Fear in hopes that he would regain a semblance of himself.
And then he heard the sounds of clinking metal behind him. He knew it all too well; he had come to learn it was the sound of something very, very painful coming his way. But this time he welcomed it, sighing rather than screeching as the lance bore through the figure's chest.
Thank you . . .
All the pent up panic and desperation, the anguish and anger, the insanity and the modicum of self, all of it was released with that final blow. Everything shattered and melted into mist as the final tenuous reserve of energy broke. Constraints fell away at long last, and as the figure fell to its knees so too did Mort feel himself fall in the same manner. Hunter, weapon, all of it had been divided by the insanity and was now allowed back together. The hooded hunter faded away in streams of gray, left him to fall to his knees and still be pulled by the witch; Thor remained but a clunky piece of metal in her hands, as lifeless as stone. And then Mort's form too began to waver as his Fear came apart, too damaged by corruption to hold itself anymore.
It was different than regular dissipation. He wasn't finding himself being pulled towards somewhere to return but rather evaporate into thin air. Sweet release.
Knowing certain death and knowing he didn't have much tim left, he managed to lift his head to face her just as the tips of his fingers began to fade. Relief was the easiest emotion to register as well as the strongest. Thank you . . . He wanted to open his mouth and say something, anything before he was gone, wished that he could hold her one last time even as his arms were beginning to disappear -
- and then he found himself being wrested away by rough hands. Rope entangled him, constrained him once more. A mess of noise, a shrill voice that he recognized but could not pinpoint, something splashed upon him - and then bone-shattering pain enveloped his world.
Screeching.
He didn't know if it was his or something else's. Fog rapidly billowed from his form as Fear surged forward to fill in the gaps left behind, forcibly stitching him together until he was a whole body once more. But his mind was far from whole, and his ears rang still, and still the world turned and wavered and pressed on his raw existence. Under the watch of the boogeymen he simply crumpled to the ground against, clutching himself tightly and wishing everything would just end already.
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