Ian's voice should have been enough, it should have reached him, if anyone should have had the power to get through to him, it should have been Ian. And it might have reached one part of him, one last part that hadn't been eaten by the madness and for a split second he stilled, his body unmoving save for an involuntary shake here and there.
But it wasn't all right. As the infection spread, it consumed the last vestiges of his self and he was back to thrashing as quickly as he'd stopped, letting out a cry of frustration.
She sighed because wasn't it always. Them and their long stories--their secrets. "Not feeling so good by the way," she warned Gale before she forgot. Who knew how long it'd be before she turned.
Don't think about it.
With Quinn moving towards the downed Lucky, she moved just enough away from Gale to harry the trainee, trying to grab his attention and keep him off of the Lifer by presenting a more annoying target. Her gait was a little unsteady, however.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 7:06 pm
Courtyard
Melvin had walked to the courtyard, not because Jan was going that direction, but because that was the only right direction to go. He lingered by the entrance but as more moved around him, he stepped out. Each step was a jerk with his leg forward before he stopped and then looked about slowly, shifting his body to turn step by step before he stepped again and tried to focus on anything.
His fingers twitched beside him, eager.
He should have grabbed something. Was there something to grab? Something sharp?
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 7:08 pm
[Beach- Horace]
He dogged Rep's steps with, well, dogged determination. Rep seemed to be doing a Thing, and Horace rather thought he should help. Nerves skittered down his spine at the sheer number of infected around them. He wished, he hoped Jan was still asleep and would awaken unharmed after everything was done.
"What's here, Oliver?" He shoved another infected back, hissing as teeth scraped along his arm. "Do you think-" A grunt and another shove and his eye were always moving, searching for familiar faces. "D'you think the 'it' is the whole 'find her' s**t that hunter was yelling about?"
Too much. Stimuli, fear, paralyzed, paralyzed, sand clinging to his boots, sweat, blood, whose, green eyes, get out getou tg e t o ut--
But where could he go? Too much, too much. They're taken and he can't do a damn thing except fight for himself, herded away until he learned to dig his feet and push back for once in his miserable life. And over the throng he can see them fighting, fighting, fighting, until Maebe stops. Until Maebe stands. Until Creedence falls.
There's no thought to the fact that he's helping Otto and Chance, though they can call it a nice bonus if they'd like. There's only the pound of the sand beneath his feet as he barreled into Maebe with a wounded howl, the cry of the helpless and the furious and the sorrowful. He can't save them now--but maybe he can at least distract, maybe he can be someone else's meatshield so they too don't have to fall.
With blood gushing from his nose and his hands, he continued on from the courtyard to the beach, the anger inside him at boiling point.
He didn't care what was going on at the moment, all he wanted to do was lash out, so he lunged at the nearest person he could find, trying to fashion his teeth around his arm (because why not, he felt like nomming people too). And said person seemed to be on the ground. Bonus.
Instead he landed face first on the sand inches away, so he sorta just flailed there making gnawing sounds.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 7:16 pm
[ RIPLEY - COURTYARD ]
Ripley's mind exploded with pain as the shadow swung for him, and the death hunter doubled over with a sharp cry, holding himself to will the pain away. He had tried to retaliate, but he couldn't will his limbs to work for a second or two; but as the pain did ebb a bit, he peeked open his eyes - and saw a fellow hunter.
"…What the ********?" He gasped out, unknowingly parroting the very sentiment the attacker gave. "You're…?" The surprised noise was enough for him, and the disbelief in his amber eyes were clear. He ran gloved hands through white hair, fidgeting as he tried to process this rather different turn in events. It wasn't something he was allowed to dwell on though, as something else became a very pressing issue:
"The <********>?!" He repeated, instantly recognizing the infected behind him as Finn. That must have been the shadow that grabbed him last. Just what had he missed?! Confusion was overwhelming, and he wasn't sure where to start. Except, perhaps, to get some distance between himself and his probably not-boyfriend.
The other white-haired hunter was forgotten as his focus went to Finn. He was infected, again. How it happened was beyond him; he had missed so much in the last few minutes, it seemed. Still on the ground, he kicked out again, trying to force the other man away. The more he moved, and the more he thought about the situation, the more irritated he became.
"I told you." He growled at the zombie that was Finn. "That you needed that ******** antidote more than me!" He spoke as if he could be understood, and though he had just uttered a suggestion out loud, he didn't quite grasp exactly what he had said.
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virus counter: 32 hp: 45-5 = 40 target: Finn damage: 3 status: Ripley has a bit of a uh, small problem. He sees everyone as mutated creatures wearing masks. He cannot hear or understand anyone until he takes more than 10 damage. In addition, this panic also makes him slightly more aggressive. He's awake now!
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[ Beach -> Daycare Wonderland ]
The hold that Mimsy had on the baby was secure, but emotionally distant. The look on her face was similarly distant, but not at all secure. She didn't move, and stood stunned as she tried very hard to avoid an attempt to analyze and understand why he had just gone through Alice's door without her.
But Alice had known this predicament, as she always had known these things, and the stiffness of her posture relaxed as her expression began to soften.
"Thank you, Alice." She took a moment to smile at her, sincere and grateful, before she stepped through the door.
Her awe was instantaneous. She hugged the baby close as she admired the room that Alice had given them, the thought and care that had been placed into the furniture and decor. It offered both a comfort and a sense of safety, and though she had not ever doubted that Alice would provide excellent care to him, the evidence was undeniable.
"This is Alice," she explained to the child, gently settling him into the crib. "You will learn all about her in time, and hear all of the stories there are to tell. She will watch over you, just as she has always watched over me."
Once she was satisfied with his state of calm, she glanced up at Robert, extending her hand towards him.
"We return to fight for our home together." She spoke with patience, not anger, nor the unsubtle bitterness previously expressed to Lucky. "Alice knows us. She would not have required us to be apart. And Alice knows our dreams. She would not have endangered what we have both dreamt of for so long."
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 7:18 pm
[BEACH]
The horde was on Rep's heels and he couldn't stay long, so hopping over Mark's prone form he moved further down the beach in the direction of a small huddle of less insane looking people. He picked up speed, swearing breathlessly as he went.
There wasn't time for conversation, he barged into the group like some sort of madman and each and every one of them got a rather invasive white crystal pressed against any bare flesh that was on display, be it a face or a hand.
"No... no.. no..time to... to explain.." he shook the thing. "FIXES."
And there really wasn't time for any further explanation as the mob chasing him started once again snapping at his heels.
He made a sound like an exasperated sob and ran.
HP: 23/60 Damage: - Runics: Improved Bandages (Bandages: Heal for a quarter of your total HP ) - USED ??? Fragment - Anyone who touches the ??? fragment will be cured of the virus/have their counter go back to 0 Runic Dagger
Holy freaking mother of god, what was going on out here? Leaning over the knot of agony that was his broken arm, Jacob watched the absolute chaos in the Courtyard. Hunters attacking other hunters, some with green glowing eyes that earned an immediate shudder of revulsion from Jake.
"Aro? Jake?"
He turned and saw that Lydia had managed to crawl free of the vines.
"Lydia!" he called, and hobbled over to her, wincing as each step jolted his injury. A terrible headache had begun to pound behind his eyes, too, affecting his balance. "W- where's Aro? Are you okay? I lost you back there. Augh, my arm is killing me! The vines..."
Jacob blinked as the vines began to disappear. He had no idea where they'd come from in the first place, but they were one spiky phenomena he was happy to see go. Lydia, though, seemed in bad shape. Scratched all over, and very out of it. Jacob remembered her mentioning a sickness. "Lydia?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 7:23 pm
IAN - BEACH
He kept holding on, refusing to move. The sickness spread over him, making him feel weak and unsteady, but Ian's grasp was firm and unyielding.
Jack is now imbued with RIGHTEOUS JUSTICE. He cannot stop attacking, he literally, cannot stop attacking. Each post must be an attack post where he is targeting something/someone. It could be the boss, it could be allies, it could be enemies, but if he stops attacking, a voice in his head tells him to consume more and he simply gets back down and continues again.
He can target any player, but he cannot attack back unless they quote him back. His dice roll is 2d12-6. If attacking the boss, he can only attack twice. The more he attacks, the more damage he takes to himself as his body wears itself out. Every swing costs -5 HP. At 0 HP, the sword disappears and he returns to "normal", the marking gone.
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Jack made an indignant noise, though whether it was in response to them attempting to touch the sword, the net he had to dodge, or his own efforts to try and stop himself was hard to say. Their attempts, however, made them very easy targets.
He slashed Peyton, and the scene must have been very familiar for her: no emotion, no guilt, no holding back. Immediately after he swung the other way at Chel, hellbent on stopping them.
She didn't quite remember how she'd gotten outside. It felt like a blur; one moment she was in bed, and the next moment she was outside, wandering around and feeling slightly angry.
Where had the vines gone? Why had they disappeared so suddenly?
Pressing the heel of her palms against her temples, she doubled over for a moment in pain, letting out a low whine.
"Me either," said Gale, gritting his teeth as he swung once more to shoot at Quinn. His legs did not feel steady in the slightest, and he wanted desperately to just sit and talk with Stormy so that he could explain things the way they should be explained.
Not here. Not when they were once again fighting for their lives. Gale didn't want to have regrets, didn't want to keep going with secrets buried inside of him. He'd tried never to lie to Stormy, and he wasn't about to start now.
Even if what he'd done to the island weighed on him like a physical press against his heart.
