Shun caught that look of Xiu's. Yeah, it seemed that these inky hunters were definitely not the real deal. His eye narrowed as he saw the one with the sword strike at the Baku, but something else caught his attention. Turning, he saw two insanity creatures. One... reminded him an awful a lot of a certain albino archer that had helped capture Mitsu. The shouts of other hunters around confirmed it, which didn't make much sense at all.
How the hell did this happen to a hunter? He didn't really care about the answer too much. If anything, it just gave them another reason to finish one off.
Upon hearing Arel's cries, he turned once more, seeing the short secretary rush out to apply a vial onto the gauntlet 'hunter'. Fog dispersed, leaving a familiar student behind. Mort. Wait. One of them had mentioned Petro. Did this mean that the tikabalag was still in there? And who was the sword kid then? Deciding to leave the hunters to kill off their own abominations right now, he went to focus on the two remaining 'hunters'.
"Work with me here," he murmured to Mitsu, then looked back towards Xiu, "What are you waiting for then?"
That said, he advanced on the sword wielder, being the one he was closest to at the moment. While the figure stood there laughing, he tried to take this opportunity to stab him in the backside.
Target: Alex Target HP: 54 Stats:
Name: Shun Kuroda HP: 40 FEAR Strength: 85% Insanity Strength: 15% Items: 2 pumpkin pills Damage: 9 FEARS: y3 SS, y2 Eye, y1 SS RP Blurb: Grim reaper with one eye.
As if things couldn't have gotten any worse. Dealing with the fake hunters was bad enough, but then he managed to catch a glimpse of two real hunters turning into... some sort of insanity monster thing! He wasn't too familiar with either of them, but given what was being shouted and whatnot? He didn't need to. The hunter didn't understand what was going on here. This sort of thing shouldn't be possible!
The sudden order given out by Caelius was the only thing that sort of snapped him out of it. Furrowing his brow, he looked to the two. Put them out of their misery..? He.. really didn't like the sound of that but.. this was probably for the better.
Biting his lower lip at the thought, he looked down at Tooley on his arm. If it happened to them.. could it also happen to him? Could it happen to all of them? He didn't like the idea of that at all.
"I'm.. I'm sorry," he murmured before running towards the combination of Ceres and her weapon before making a sort of swipe. He really didn't like this.
Target: Takeres Target HP: 112 Stats:
Name: Deryk Bond HP: 30 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity: 40% Damage: 2 Charge: 1/3 - 0/2 Items: 2 bandages RP Blurb: Death trainee with a hidden blade. Missing one finger.
A shake of his body, little bits and snow and ice fell from him. "I'm... fine for now. But... I'm afraid it does not matter what has made them, only that we must free them. Save them somehow-" Arel's arrival was perfectly timed. So, they could be saved. "And now we know how. If what Arel says is true, let us aid them." Turning back to the ones rampaging- "The humans are not our concern, we must save our own first."
He went after the hunter who held red. Claws out- Hurt the help. How backwards.
He laughed. Even as the thing hurt him, Marcus laughed- A laugh near mimicking the one Dis had so often. "You ******** moron. You think he'd forgive you if you killed me?" Marcus held up the Scimitar. "He'd not let me go, he's selfish, he's possessive. You kill me, he'd hate you for it. You've talked with him after all. You've seen him. Do you really think he'd enjoy you breaking his toy?" Marcus's laugh turned bitter, hateful. You do so know me well now my Marcus. Yes you know me well. "He'd replace me, but he'd hate you for it. Shall I tell you what he wants? You want to know what this sick ******** in my head keeps demanding?" Dis suddenly went silent. No. That was not what he wanted. Marcus was not to play parrot, not in this. Marcus don't you- "Feed me from him, let me taste him as I never have before." Marcus stop this! How DARE you! "Let us free him, see what colors his scales shall be. How pretty he must look now, sweet Kato." MARCUS YOU- "Grab his mane, ride him for me as I cannot." THAT- "Isn't he a ******** piece of work? He's a greedy, selfish, manipulative, hungry, power hungry narcissistic ********, and you know what's funny? He calls you a noble beast."
Marcus spat on the ground. "All I see is a ******** weapon that is being used by insanity, taking over their hunter. A hunter that's going against what she stands for. A hypocrite. No wonder you two are a perfect ******** match. You both can't even be what you say you are!" He lashed out at them, blue eyes cold, detached. "I'm done listening. I'm done putting up with his s**t, and I'm not up to putting up with yours. So why don't you both do all a favor and either stop this bull s**t, or die with some damn dignity."
Kat cast Marcus a cold glare. "Would you listen to yourself? You sound just as--or maybe more--crazy than half of the things we have encountered here." Honestly, this was starting to piss her off. Like they choose to become infected.
Stats:
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
Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 7:01 pm
"MARCUS!" Ryan snapped, glaring at the moon hunter as though he had lost his mind. "What the hell has gotten into you!? All you see are ******** weapons? How dare you..!" He ground his teeth together as his hands coiled into fists. "These are our allies! Our friends! What gives you the right! Don't you dare treat them like filth! How do you know they aren't fighting to stop! You have no right to insult them! Maybe if you stopped running your mouth off we can subdue them and find a way to turn them back!" His glare intensified.
"I've lost respect for you..!" His words were a bitter growl now. "Why the hell are you so quick to kill those you swore to protect!"
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.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 7:27 pm
If the pain of having her FEAR drawn out through her hands had hurt, then having to stand there and watch as the realization of exactly what she had done hurt far, far worse. Things slowed down to a degree where Belladonna was sure time had stopped, was positive that at any moment she would take a breath and wake up because this was all far too much to be real. But air was sucked in and still the Hunter faded before her, fell to his knees as he dissolved and Mort took his place. The witch took a step toward him, hands already letting go of Thor to reach out and catch him, as though just a touch could actually keep him with her after the brutal attack she'd staged. But another pair of hands were on her, pulled her backwards and away. A shriek of dismay ripped from her as she fought the hands, fingers tensed to strike back at whoever dared separate her from what she'd fought so desperately to save. He was still there, he was looking right at her and there was absolutely no way Belladonna was going to let this moment go. They deserved one last look, one last something, to hold onto. When she thrashed about, when she angled her head back to growl angrily at the figure, she was momentarily distracted to find it was Ofelia. In her sudden and fear driven brashness, Belladonna was sure the Hunter had changed her loyalties and was attempting to drag the witch into more pain and torment. "NO STOP!" Her voice was too loud as she began to shout once more, fingernails trying to dig into the girl's skin in attempt to free herself from her grasp. "Ofelia you're on my side, we're friends, stop I want to say good--" But she broke it off to just scream in rage, because saying goodbye meant she had failed. It took a long time for Ofelia's words to filter through Belladonna's screams and incoherent shouting, as she only let up when she began to go hoarse. Then it sank in, then Ofelia's words became things the witch could grasp onto. Finally she shut her mouth, clamped her teeth down onto her lip as she watched Mort began to fade away. I failed I'm sorry I have so much to tell you, please don't go, you promised, you promised to not lose me and-- It was good that the taller girl had rushed to catch her, to support her suddenly sagging weight as the witch handed herself over to the Hunter. Later she would apologize and feel dreadful over her reaction, over her sudden accusation, for her own small betrayal to her friend, but for now she only let Ofelia pull her backwards. Only let herself be lulled into numbness by the Hunter's odd accent, her words that tried so desperately to aid the witch.
"Wait!"
The shout filtered through tears and a blinding headache as well as the charred hands that rested on Ofelia, but Belladonna just could not really understand what was going on. Having turned to press her face into the Hunter because she simply could not stand to watch his face disappear when Mort looked so relieved to leave, she did not see the arrival of Arel and the Boogeymen. But the loud hiss and scream that only made her head hurt worse was enough to break the stupor she'd discovered hovering in her mind. In a flash she had twisted in the comforting, warm arms around her to stare glassy eyed and frightened at what was going on. The time between when the water hit the dissolving greys and to when they coalesced back into an actual form was too fragile, a glass orb that was dropped but did not crack on impact. An odd, raspy note left the witch as she pushed on Ofelia's arms, but it was a gentle push, a plead more than a demand. This motion asked rather than forced, but Belladonna still felt herself released from the Hunter's grasp. Whereas she had been somewhat steady before, now her feet felt like lead as she tripped forward, uncaring of the Boogeymen that surrounded Mort or the ropes that bound him. Belladonna ignored all that until she was right in front of him, shaking with the weight of so much emotion. It quickly overwhelmed her as the task of holding herself up suddenly seemed unnecessary, so with a quick movement and a thud she fell to her knees. "You're ok..." She mumbled, her voice uncertain but comforting, confused and trying to reassure both herself and him. Aching hands rose up, tried to clear the distance between them and fell short, unsure of whether it was alright to broach for a touch or not. Her mouth opened to say something, but no words came out, only a tiny sob and a traitorous smile because there suddenly stretched before them an endless amount of time to say and do the things they wanted. All that had been ripped suddenly from them was just as suddenly handed back, shining and new and full of promise. "Oh Hecate, I am so glad you're... You're still here with me..." And she could say no more as she dissolved into further tears, not even bothering to feel silly that a battle still raged on around them, a battle she should participate in because surely there were other friends trapped in those stinging weapons. A hand reached out and despite how it still ached, Belladonna placed it gingerly on Mort's shoulder, before she dropped her face into her other hand, unable to let him see her so very, very weak.
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 Tired and Crying Witch Attack 0/3 I think maybe? Maybe its not a new round, it doesn't really matter whateves
Ami looked at Wilson, confused. He'd experienced insanity. He'd helped them rebuild their island due to insanity and halloweeners ... twice. Just like her. How could he even begin to think they'd be safe from the physical abnormalities.
Was he playing dumb for Solia to make her feel better. He was always like that, wasn't he. Thinking of others? That was all Ami could analyze in the short breath she got before shooting at the flying monster.
This time, it was easier. The red orbs on its wings were like big targets, and she had an easier time hitting them.
Her eyes caught Kat in the crowd, yelling at Marcus about something. She wanted to go help her two friends sort it out, but this wasn't the time to be insubordinate. "Kat!" she yelled. The call was probably lost in the crowd. As she shook her head, she wished they weren't in the middle of a mob.
She turned to Solia and Wilson. "Just ... don't think of them as the same people. They're monsters now.." She looked up at the giant monsters and hunters that were swarming the battlefield now. "And hunters take down monsters."
Target: Bina Target HP:129
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.
He shook his head. "You think like they're ******** human. Like they're not infected. Do you think they'll just buddy up? Yeah that'll be grand won't it? We'll all gather round and bond. Because you know that insanity just loves to make friends and play nice. Totally controlled. I've got a ******** abomination in my head. Maybe that says more about me than it should." He spat on the ground.
Marcus hated. He hated Dis. He hated himself. He hated how weak he was, how helpless they all were. "Killing them is a mercy. Didn't you get the memo Ryan? Our orders are to kill." He choked on the word. "You don't disobey orders." Blue eyes went to the trainee. "But as a healer, look to those who might have a cure." He glanced at the halloweeners. "I have my orders. Just as I have my own demons. I'm done seeing what I want. I see an enemy and I hear my orders. That's all I'm going to listen to. I'm done thinking s**t gets better. I'm done."
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 7:56 pm
"That's because they are human! Maybe infected, yes. But there is still a chance of saving them! You give up too fast, Marcus!"
His determination didn't waver as the moon hunter went on about orders. In fact it only made it stronger. He was stubborn after all. But really? Was that what he was supposed to do if he wanted to become a hunter? Was he expected to follow orders and discard those close to him because someone deemed their existence no longer necessary? To become a mindless doll, unable of thinking for himself? If that was the case--
Ryan de-summoned his weapon and remained where he stood. Glaring at Marcus. "<******** orders."
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.
Bix's voice seemed absent in Mina's mind. He was quiet, perhaps in shock, but he didn't make any effort to stop her from letting loose her fury onto the Moon hunter. Perhaps their friendship, tenuous most times, was just not enough to stop the rampaging weapon.
The twisted quetzlcoatl let loose another hissing roar, and her tail lashed out and hit the hunter square in the gut. She simply wanted to shut him up.
Seeing him fall she let out a hissing laugh, dominantly feminine, "The end. Home. Frrreeeeeeeee!Power. Save us." More than one voice slipped through, though only one of them was strong.
HP: 129/150 Dmg: 13 Target: Marcus Turn: 2/3
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 8:07 pm
People were yelling, orders had come and then people were coming too. Ofelia had been holding down a thrashing Belladonna the best she could, somewhat finally understanding how Before had tried to help her, and although the scratches on her arms didn't do anything to her shield she could still feel the frustration that had come behind them. It was hard, she didn't like seeing someone so young this unhappy, but that worry passed as soon as Mort reappeared, brought back by a vial, and more orders came.
More orders, a lot more yelling, and Ofelia raised her hands to the sides of her head as people kept on attacking. It wasn't that she was worried now, or that her head hurt - she was getting irritated. Her arms going up had allowed Belladonna free, to go be with her lover, and the hunter could only watch that and turn her gaze back toward the pair of hunters turned weapons. There were those two, and then two more, and a ******** ton of arguing. A vien nearly popped itself in her forehead as she turned to the two being the most vocally angry, or at least most vocal.
"AUGH JUS' SHUT THE ******** UP AN' DO YER JOBS!" Ofelia screamed at both Ryan and Marcus, her cheeks red. "Lookit, we already got one'a 'em back ta normal, who's ta say we can't get back Bix an' whatever her name is?!" (No, Ofelia didn't know Ceres very well). She pointed at Belladonna and the reformed Mort, her expression serious. "If the Halloween whatevers can save their own kind then we sure as hell can save our own! SO! Quitcher bitchin' an' take 'em down!"
That...probably did not sound very reassuring. Still, Ofelia prepped her hands into an attack position and was ready to go after whomever she needed to. She was a Sun, she was trained to blindly follow orders, but seeing Mort return to Belladonna had her thinking this orders weren't so bad to follow.
It was a small boost but it was at least something when Mitsu saw that her wolf had managed to keep Shun from current harm. As soon as it had absorbed the damaged from the attack it dissipated leaving Shun vulnerable again. The reaper had looked back and Mitsu hadn't missed his gaze but she was still reluctant to move forward to attack herself.
There was so much going on now, more and more enemies emerging from the fog. It took all of Mitsu's will to keep from buckling right then and there and just curling up in a fetal position on the ground. She fought against the suffocating fear, avoiding the grip of the fog where she could. It did little in helping ease her mind.
It was hard to say what happened next, more enemies it looked like and Shun was asking for support from her. Could she manage it? Could she move out and fight along side Shun and Xiu to protect them and the other students so they could make their way home again.
She took a step but her legs faltered, her stance unsteady. Tension streamed through her muscles keeping her from just diving in and attacking. The best she could do was give them support from behind though this time Xiu would find a large shadow wolf circling around her ready to take damage for her.
Stats:
Name: Mitsu Lupus HP: 50 / 50 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: 2 pumpkin pills Fear: Y3 Barrier Target: Xiu RP Blurb: a small 5'2" student werewolf with white short cut hair in a pixie style cut, a panda hoodie, and a tattered black skirt and leggings.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 8:20 pm
The confused look from Ami didn’t go unnoticed by Wilson. He opened his mouth to explain his take on the situation, but then Ami called out Kat’s name. The hunter followed the blond’s gaze and finally—finally—found Ryan among the crowd, albeit a rather pissed Ryan. He murmured a small apology to Ami and Solia before he weaved through the crowd to get to the moon hunter’s side. Worry gripped him soon as he saw the younger boy de-summon his weapon. “Ryan. Don’t,” he whispered as he glanced at Caelius. “You know what Caelius does to people who don’t follow orders.”
More uneasy shifting. “I agree with you. I really do, but I definitely don’t want Caelius to do…something bad to you either.” Wilson looked toward the Halloween side. “There may be a cure, but I think what they said could apply to the hunters too. The Insanity is too strong right now.” He grimaced behind the mask. “We have to whittle it away, I think.”
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
Okay so Tro wasn't the ONLY one afflicted by this weird insanity curse- and neither were just students.
The hunters appeared susceptible as well.
Admittedly, the first thing Bul said with wide red eyes upon the violent mutation that took place in Bix and Ceres was: "....Cool." And even when Cael came in to strike them, they were still writhing with evil. But clearly even the hunters were having trouble handling the oddities before them. One in particular had his comrades yelling at him. That one fellow with the blue-glowing sword. Heh and all that thought about hunters being Organized, cunning, indestructible? All shattered now completely and the half beast had to second guess his and Mei's comradery with them. "You humans are so petty- and tiny-" he sighed just before Marcus got the pulp beat out of him.
s**t, better get the ******** out of the way, he thought to himself and willingly went for Bix. It seemed his FEAR just wasn't working though. You know this whole meta and all.
Target: Bix Target HP: 129
Stats:
Name: Bul HP: 48/50 FEAR Strength: 85% Insanity Strength: 45%
