When she sat up, the urge to leave still pulling her forward, she stared up at what appeared to be a giant, unbreachable wall of pie. The same kind of pie that had splattered all over her, leaving her covered in red and stickiness. And now she had a new reason to wish she could reach the shore..
She felt disgusting.
She started to crawl towards the net, until she arrived at it, and placed her hands on it's ridiculous wallface.
She pushed.
Nothing.
She scratched.
Nothing.
"This is Otto's fault, isn't it." She muttered, still trying to get through the net. God ******** damnit, Otto.
Something was in the way again, something that didn't make sense. The body bumped against the barrier again and again and again as Maebe got up and tried for herself.
Something was in the way that it couldn't break, couldn't rend to pieces. Stilling, its eyes went back to Maebe, testing the barrier. Half a breath later and harsh fingers were digging into the blonde's hair.
Target: Maebe Dmg: 3
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 4:38 pm
The cage rang out irresistibly, and for a moment Rep could not stop himself as he was drawn in. White tendrils wrapped around him, and a voice spoke, sharp, clear-
- We need a replacement-
- Immediately, something violently grabbed Rep by the back of his coat, and snapped him backwards. There were flashes of light, blue, then white, then the sound of something recoiling-
- And then the cage closed as all the crystals dimmed around him. Rep experienced the equivalent of being dragged fifty floors by the lapel of his coat in a matter of seconds before he was shoved through the portal.
It closed behind him. He fell back onto the lighthouse face first.
Something clattered right next to Rep. A white crystal. Sealed inside the white crystal was a perfectly still red butterfly.
"Your antidote."
Even face down, Rep knew exactly who this was. They didn't say another word and simply stalked back to Deus like they owned the place (when it wasn't misbehaving).
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 4:38 pm
Yes, they seriously were.
At least the infected weren't trying to attack them anymore, so their hobbled little train of people was only impeded by their own stupidity - and bickering.
"Shut it," he snapped at Lucky, who'd snapped sarcastically at Quinn. "Or we'll be finding another use for that runic bandage."
The only problem with saying that, however, was that he didn't actually want Lucky to shut it. Well, he did, because he wanted to yell at him some more but he also wanted him to somehow magically have the answers, or any answer, other than the one he gave.
"Of course it's Charlotte, of course!" Mimsy's exasperations fell on deaf ears. "What the hell does she want this time, what did she want with you? God, Lucky, if you were going to get on the helicopter and sell us all out, the least you could have done was come back with some information. But I guess it's up to whoever is left then, I don't know how the hell we are going to stop -"
He didn't really have to wonder any further, as they came upon the beach, milling with infected that were being gently buoyed by pies.
If Tommy was even in the right state of mind to know that he was being helped, or that somebody was making a joke at his expense in that moment, he probably would have laughed. As it was he just continued to be a completely useless, writhing, whimpering, purple haired mass of total ignorance to everything going on around him.
Though he totally did appreciate the help that he didn't know he was receiving.
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Tommy takes -10 damage. He needs to get himself out. Roll 1d4. If you roll a 4 you are freed, otherwise you continue to take -5 damage. Someone else can help you but they also take -5 damage. Whomever rolls 4 will free him
"Oh my - " Ian said, staring at Ripley. "It really is the Apocalypse if you're saying that Finn's right. Time to start preparing for the end, folks."
But he still may or may not have made a slight face at being told, no, they couldn't kill Jack. He gave Finn a dirty look that clearly indicated that booze was and should be shared with everyone, and therefore, after this, they should have themselves a nice, big ole' drinking party.
"You only wish you were as hot as I am," said Ian airily, but it had been a while since he'd seen either man, and he couldn't quite keep the smile off of his face in spite of the questionable circumstances.
Ripley's plan to find Shiloh was a good one, and Ian had had full intention of taking him up on that offer - were it not for the rest of what had happened. Ian felt his stomach twist with a mixture of nausea and anxiety, because Ripley was turning towards them, his eyes wide with -<********> thought Ian. Out loud, he said, "Sammy?" the childish nickname sliding out of his mouth without much thought behind it. He cast a worried glance at Finn, as though somehow this would make things a bit clearer, but all he could see was Ripley's terrified face and remember how Jack had been as well.
He let out another string of swear words.
"Are you ******** kidding meeeeeeee," Ian said, half a whine. "COME ON, CAN'T I JUST HAVE MY FRIENDS STAY AS NORMAL PEOPLE, THAT WOULD BE AWESOME."
But he took Finn's suggestion and decided it was definitely way past overdue time to find Shiloh. He reached out and patted Finn's shoulder and said, "Okay, seriously, please neither of you die otherwise I will ******** kill you myself, okay?"
Then he ran off, yelling Shiloh's name and also simultaneously trying not to puke.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 4:43 pm
Someone was hurting Maebe.
That. Was. ********. It.
"Alright, muther ********> Otto called out to all of the hunters attacking each other. He swung Tenya up into an offensive position. His infection was spreading, making him very very touchy.
"Time to calm the ******** down!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 4:44 pm
She just wanted to get through the wall. She just wanted to be free. To swim free. Why was that so terrible? Why was everything, and everyone, trying to stop her from-
She whipped around when Creedence attacked her, and vaulted towards the woman, clawing at her violently with screeches that sounded more animal than human. She couldn't even articulate her words, she was so confused and thoughtless and so, so angry.
Creedence needed to go to sleep now. Maebe's violent claws and punches attempted to put her out of her misery.
Somehow Oliver managed to safely avoid the thorns and zombie nonsense that was going on, and watched in amazement as the vines receded all on their own.
“H-Horace, do y-“ He started, but Horace was already gone to put out someone on fire. If the craziness was over, that was probably the best course of action. Oliver wondered though, he couldn’t hear Jökul grumble yet, and he still felt a little feverish. It had been a long time since he was sick, he had almost forgotten what it felt like.
With a slightly less hasty step than usual, he moved to help out with the aftermath.
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HP: 50 Virus: 3 + 21 = 24
Stage 1: 1- 25: Your character feels sick and feverish but they can still function. Occasionally, they hear brief words that do not seem to exist.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 4:47 pm
There was a ringing in Shiloh's ears. His nose began to bleed. The madness was beginning to seep in, stronger now.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 4:49 pm
It sounded like something was unhinging for Bradley as he tried to think. It hurt. Everything hurt. Blood leaked from his ears. He needed to make all the pain stop.
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Bradley is now stage 4 of the virus (feel free to have him attack anyone he sees!).
Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 4:50 pm
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The only answer Shiloh got to his question was the sound of manic, hysterical laughter wracked with the occasional painful 'ow' and 'damn it'.
Lucky hadn't noticed anything different about Shiloh yet, but the pain of laughing with broken ribs was quite distracting.
He reached out and grabbed the first person he saw that was causing trouble.
"Stand the bloody hell down," Gale snapped at Lucky, gun directed at him. "And stop causing trouble, you're making it worse by arguing with everyone. You can discuss semantics later, you can yell at me later, you can do whatever you bloody well want with me later, but either way, stop arguing and figure out what to do to help people."
It seemed Gale, sick of being blamed, especially by A Certain Someone, had finally reached the end of his rope.
s**t. s**t, s**t s**t. Everything was going from bad to worse. The monsters were everywhere still, and there was no end of them in sight. No place to hide until it boiled over. No response from the voice he had called out to.
He really was alone.
The thought allowed a bubble of anger to pass through the overwhelming paranoia, and for now Ripley just grit his teeth, continuing to push past the shadows he saw, both real and imagined. Somewhere had to be safe. There must be something he could do.
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hunter: Ripley virus counter: 9 + 23 = 32 hp: 50
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IAN - BEACH
Ian, in the meantime, had finally found his way to the beach.
"SHILOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," he yelled. "WHERE ARE YOU?!"
