With everything he was trying to do lately, he really couldn't afford these kind of interruptions. This was another setback to his work, and he wasn't going to make any more headway in figuring out what Charlotte was up to until he got back to base. He wasn't the 'rescue mission' type to begin with, and considered himself a lot more useful away from the epicenter of a viral outbreak, not standing in the middle of it. Maybe he just knew a little too much about what they were dealing with here. Gale, if he was here, would probably understand. Mark wouldn't - in fact, when they got back from this, he was going directly to Mark's office for whatever constituted a very long discussion in Mark-time.
But orders were orders, and as they went over the basic information for the tenth time on that misty grey day in Victoria, Lucky pulled out his phone and idly skimmed the debriefing they'd sent out that morning. No matter how long he stared, the words didn't seem to register in his mind, and he found himself re-reading over and over with no new grasp of why they bothered. He was wide awake, but he still felt like he was going to be sick.
He lined up for the portal excursion as if in a trance, lost in thought as he took the flashlight, the headset, even the jerky. His SPECTRE was was calibrated, and something about the number four was repeated a few times while he deposited his weapon totem in a coat pocket. He distantly noticed the death lead near the portal entrance, talking to another death hunter. Eye contact alone earned him a harsh glare. Now was probably not the time to have a discussion.
Mark was not nearly as threatening to approach, merely dodgier. Lucky tried him instead. Tried being the key word. Mark didn't listen to anything he was saying, or yelling, or gesturing. It was only at the last second, when the death hunter had pretty much given up, that he handed Lucky a watch instead, and managed to disappear back into his rain-soaked computer nest before anything else could be said. He sighed and strapped it on behind the SPECTRE. Maybe he could hold it for ransom afterward and get someone to talk to him with it.
The only difference between the two ends of the portal was that the fog in the city was somehow worse. It was thick, and seemed to move with a life of its own. Lucky already knew to keep carefully to the path, averting his eyes from the signs of total societal breakdown and urban decay that had taken over the city at rapid speed. Here and there were shadowy things and even infected humans, but the dangers in this area were surprisingly sparse.
He continued along the city streets, shining his light into the darkness to deter anything questionable. The fog was starting to get thick, too thick to see where he was going. It was perhaps by chance alone, and a lot of aimless walking, that he managed to stumble upon any body at all, particularly that of an unconscious man in a halfway-to-shredded Zer0 costume, dried blood around his eyes and ears.
Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 4:08 am
Sophie wasn't entirely pro-human; she'd seen enough zombie movies to know that most wouldn't hesitate to remove her from existence if given the chance. She was, however, pro-helping others and that was why she found herself standing in Town Hall, reading an instruction book that looked like it was intended for a five year old. She pursed her lips a little.
Finally, the portals opened and Sophie didn't hesitate to step in, making sure she had everything she thought she needed. She blinked once on the other side, eyes trying to adjust to the blur of the fog. Shadowy figures blurred in and out of view and what she assumed were humans - or at least human-shaped, though it was painful to look at them and so she didn't look long enough to be certain.
She didn't think it was possible for the fog to be more annoying, but it thickened and she stretched out her arms, feeling her way around. She wasn't entirely sure how long she stumbled around for - hours, days, minutes? - it was hard to tell without the sun or the sky, for that matter. She tripped on something and came tumbling down, hands scraping on the ground.
"Ow..," she groaned, dusting her hands on her pants. She turned to see what she had tripped on and was surprised to find a human. Well.. There wasn't anyone else around and so she claimed this one as her own.
"Well, hello, spookie. I'm Sophie, here to help!" He didn't stir and Sophie pressed her ear against his chest. He was breathing, at least - slow and steady. Was he sleeping? She put her hands on her hips and frowned. Did anyone who had time for sleep really need saving. She nudged him - probably a little harder than was necessary but he didn't stir. Okay, not sleeping. Definitely needing help. She stared out into the fog - but couldn't make out anything.
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"In the middle of ********' nowhere," the blonde grumbled as he, along with a hoard of able-bodied hunters, answered a semi-emergency Class S mission.
‹ It's what you get for not properly reading. Do you even know how to read, Geoffrey? ›
He rolled his eyes but she wasn't wrong. Being who he was he only saw the "Class S" part of it and not that actual emergency, hence when he was shipped off to some base in Canada he quietly swore to himself that he would actually read the fine print before taking on any mission, regardless of rank. A thought to which Zephira simply chose not to comment.
With a sigh he allowed himself to be ushered the saddest excuse of a debriefing area he'd ever seen. Outside. On picnic tables.
In the middle of the rain.
He didn't even own an umbrella he could regret not bringing.
Still, he had little say on the matter so he took a seat and sucked it up, eyes forward to pay attention to whatever it is that was about to be said. There was no one up there yet so he briefly pulled out his cell phone and actually read the objectives like he knew he was supposed to. His brows slowly but surely raised out of curiosity as he read it a couple of times to be sure he was reading it right.
Undying. Infected.
Yeah, just another day for the average hunter.
‹ Ooh, clever. ›
Zephira snorted and he sighed audibly, the recurrent thought of wanting an off-button for his weapon coming to the fore for the first time that night. He figured it wouldn't be the last, but maybe he'd get lucky.
Rhys tucked the phone away just in time as someone handed him a kit of some kind which he quickly inspected then secured on his person. He then pulled out one of the jerkies and started chewing on it as the debriefing went on. It lasted all of five minutes, which he was grateful for--the less time in that rain, the better--before they were dismissed to the portals.
Rhys got up and finished his jerky before making his way over where the small mass of hunters were forming half-assed lines to get through the portals. He sighted them but pulled back for a bit, a little concerned for his own safety for once, a concern Zephira certainly approved of. He'd seen his fair share of zombie apocalypse scenarios, and rescuers sometimes bit the dust very soon after they stepped into the picture. Among the masses he spotted Lance and made his way over, nodding a greeting which was (to his surprise) met with a clap to his shoulder and some reassuring words.
"Will do," he said with a sort of salute. He was about to pull away when Lance leaned in close, and what was said he could only smirk at.
"I'd rather not get distracted out there, but lemme know who wins."
With that he stepped away and hurried to the line, and while he waited he pulled out the map of Delta and studied it for a minute until he got to the front. He didn't have a photographic memory or anything, but it was still a good idea to have a vague understanding of the area he was about to go into. When it was finally his turn he took a deep breath, tucked it away and stepped through…
What he was met with was akin to what he felt when he woke up to a fog that rolled in overnight. Gray. Dreary. Depressing. Except there was barely any fog.
A scowl settled on his face as he took his first wary steps forward, carefully surveying the immediate area for anything life-threatening. Nothing so far. Just the husk of a metropolis and abandoned cars. There was no way of knowing how long it'd been that way, but he...honestly didn't want to know.
He only had four hours to get this mission done. He didn't really need to know all the details; he had a job to do, that was it.
He muttered complaints against Zeph's constant chattering as he made his way through, avoiding whatever hazards he had to avoid. Shadowlings and possibly the saddest excuse for a zombie he'd ever seen. Slow as all hell and no scarier than what he expected to see whenever he was sent on a mission. Which really hadn't been all that bad just yet. It was hard to believe there was anyone actually worth saving in such a space, but Deus was pretty good about not wasting time or resources so he was going on the assumption that they didn't just gather a s**t-ton of people to waste their time.
The only color he really saw were the vines he could see between the cracks in the ground, so he made a note of it--it was probably something worth noting considering it was the only thing that seemed to have life of some kind in the entire place--before moving on and doing the observation part of the objectives. And it was going well until the fog started to get thicker and thicker the further he went.
He could barely see but he kept on searching for what felt like hours. He was actually grateful for Zephira's company regardless of the words spewing out of her mouth. Carefully he inspected the cars and skirted around the shadowlings and undying and infected as necessary. It wasn't hard, just...time consuming. Zeph's incessant insults weren't helping, either. He was exhausted and about ready to turn back when he finally saw someone.
Rather, he saw a boot sticking out underneath some rubble.
"Dead or alive?" he asked out loud. No one else was around so it wasn't a problem.
‹ Shouldn't take too long to clear the stuff out. Better safe than sorry? ›
He nodded and quickly made his way over to start the work. Like she said, it wasn't anything ridiculously heavy, just a pile of debris actually. It took less than ten minutes to clear, and the young woman he found underneath it all looked perfectly peaceful, just lying there. He might have thought she was just sleeping if not for the blood near her head that had dried.
"Damn," was all he said before he moved to carry her in his arms all princess-like. "Observation, check. Bit of intel, check. Rescue, check," he grunted out the objectives as he adjusted his movements to accommodate the extra weight of another human being.
‹ Good job, for once. Now find a portal and get us the hell out of here. ›
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lean and fit, 6'2" and 162lbs. He sports light tan skin that tans too easily (and occasionally burns if he doesn't use sunblock) and well-defined facial features. His hair is a dark, dirty-blonde and haphazardly styled, and he has dark, sea green eyes. He also has facial hair (a beard/goatee combination), but mostly because he doesn't really like to shave.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 1:39 pm
Mox was so excited she could just shed her skin. She'd never been to the human world before, and while she couldn't quite pronounce the name of the organization that would be sending her on her first expedition, she didn't seem to mind. Most of Halloweentown used words that didn't work well with her accent, and after a few days she had stopped trying to imitate their strange dialect, so wet and sloppy and without a good hisss.
"This is worldwide catastrophe! Humans everywhere will become extinct! Halloween will cease to exist! Stop the end of the world now!"
On a theoretical level, Mox supposed she was concerned about this whole 'end of the world' thing, but she was currently more occupied with wiggling in place, shuffling her weight back and forth between her feet. Feet were strange, more clumsy and less elegant than her scutes, but there was so much more she could do with them! ((However, since you could scoot on scutes but not leg on legs, she had decided yesterday that they were strictly inferior)). She grabbed the handbook with her hands ((Hands! They were so convenient!)) and flipped through the pages, taking careful note with her dark beady eyes. Find human...hug...but how was she supposed to hug without her tail? These instructions were unclear, and she glanced up to ask, but by that point the small snack had moved onwards to the next volunteer, leaving Mox alone to contemplate this strange new development.
She found a werewolf who seemed sensible and in charge and approached, the perplexing question on the tip of her forked tongue, but the werewolf seemed already lost in thought.
"There is something about the fog that sets my teeth on edge. Keep your Fear close and strike swiftly."
...Oh. Well, they wouldn't send out a fledgling on a mission that was entirely unsafe, would they? After all, Mox had many many skins to shed before she was fully grown, and she intended to shed each one. With an uneasy wheeze, she was led to one of the portals and nudged through, from Halloweentown into a sea of...grey.
Huh. Mox figured the human world would have been...less of that. But she didn't let the surroundings dull her scares, and so she picked a direction and began to walk. It was good, then, to not immediately find the human, as she needed to go over her mental checklist. Humans had only one head, two arms, two legs, no tails, no scales, just...rubbery flesh, and little soft needles they called 'hair'. Like the Reapers, she supposed. So strange, so interesting...But she needed to focus on walking, too, because it wasn't just a sliding of the feet. No, she needed to lift and step and lift and step and lift and--
--well that ground was closer than she thought--
--fall.
Mox hissed in agitation at the road bump, until she realized that the roadbump was warm and had a pulse and tasted like something new. She rolled the shedding lump over and saw rubber flesh underneath and wiggled in excitement. A human! A human! She'd found one! But it was...less lively, like the land. But not dead, though, which was a start.
"Huugssssssss," Mox proclaimed, lying her torso over the fallen human and bending softly at the torso, trying to encompass the creature with her new unyielding vertebrae. After a moment of sufficient affection, she nodded to herself and stood up, reaching for the human by its arms. It was only a short trip to the portals, yes? This would be easy, like ratling pie.
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Character's name: Elizabeth "Lissa" Buckly Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[Journal] Character's survival stats: [Stats] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Freckly-tan skin, wavy auburn hair, brown eyes, stands at 5' 7" with strong shoulders and a little bit of holdover baby fat on her stomach and thighs. Currently wearing a tattered light blue gown made of cheap fabric, calling to mind a particular character from Game of Thrones. The dress is worn over what appears to be a comfortable sweater and jeans because nothing about Khaleesi's outfit is Canada-approved.
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Sheelah wasn't sure what was going on at first when she lined up with some other creeple to see what was going on. She seemed to volunteer for something called "MRTHATSFH" and she honestly didn't even know how to even say that. It sounded interesting and it seemed like something fun to do. The academy wasn't really this far away either so it couldn't hurt to try. She then heard about humans becoming extinct and because of that also halloween would stop too be there. Everyone would be gone. Was this even true? Sheelah was sure to help now. So when she got handed an instruction book she was sure to read it so she knew what she had to do.
[ Read the pages ]
The instructions seemed easy enough even a bit simple but it sounded like it would be no trouble for Sheelah to try. She was doing good anyway. She was surprised that she got to pick a volunteers passport and she was actually allowed to go to the human world. As a first year she had never been there before and she was curious about what to find there. She never really wanted to visit before but now she was quite curious. She nodded in agreement when she heard the instuction about what to do if a human sees you. Pretend to be furniture.Okay that's not going to be hard to do right. She really doesn't want to kill a human. She wanted to help them. Someone now let her to one of the portals and she nervously followed as everything was new to her.
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Before she went to the portal she talked to the house elf still standing there. encouraging everyone to come save a human. He told her it was such an honour to do so. She wasn't so sure about it and she didn't think they were this great really. She did agree that she needed to help them. Halloween needed them to exist.
When she went through the portal she saw a world she didn't expect to see. It was all dreary and grey with bits of fog. She couldn't quite understand what all the metallic things were and the place looked pretty distroyed with all the broken buildings and concrete. She wasn't sure what all the shadowy and human-like things were. Not humans she thought she just somehow knew that even now she never saw a human before. Where there really humans around here? Looking for one looked pretty much inpossible in this strange grey world Sheelah didn't understand. She couldn't see any of the others anymore but she decided to just start searching.
It took her quite some time before she finally found someone who she thought must be human. She found a young man on the ground and she was sure he was sleeping only he didn't want to wake up. This was not going to make things easy as she now probably needed to carry him back to the portal as that was what she needed to do. Now she had to search for the portal again in the fog. Now with the human with her too. She was sure one of the portals was nearby so this was going great.
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[ Current HP]: 30 /30 Character's name: Sheelah Katz Character's faction: Monster Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER She is a young looking girl with fur all over her. She has small claws and a Cheetah Pattern on her. She wears earth colored clothes. Humans will see a very large Cheetah with big sharp claws and teeth.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 35 /100 Character's name: Mike Smithson Character's faction: 4 - The Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: #99 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER He is average in appearance in build, length and posture. He has brown short hair, a white rather pale skin color and blueish/grey eyes. He wears black jeans and a white/light blue long sleeve shirt with buttons.
Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 3:40 pm
Kamakura had left Amityville when he heard rumors about a bunch of commotion going on down at the bubbling fountain at the town’s center. Curiosity had enticed the demon to go take a look see for himself what exactly was all the damn fuss about. He wasn't sure what he was expecting really, a large about of creeples were gathered in a line waiting their turn. His golden eyes narrowed slightly as the feline's split tail twitched, flicking occasionally as his ears laid back. What’s all this about? Kamakura wondered to himself as he reluctantly moved closer.
At some point he noticed a mish mashing of words. The demons eyes narrowed on the jumbling of letters. What the hell was 'MRTHATSFH'? The nekomata tried to repeat the word under his breath and realized he wasn't having much luck with the arrangement of letters. Instead Kama read what it stood for. Pursing his lips his eyes traveled from the volunteers to the spewing green fountain for a moment lost in thought. Until he heard the words 'Halloween will cease to exist'. Kamakura's expression darkened as he stared at the tiny elf and his megaphone.
Before he could turn around to retreat from the tangle of bodies all around town square, a reaper had pushed a pamphlet of some kind into his hands. He glared at both it and the reaper. The title made his eyes widen however. "What in the.." The demon was being hassled about reading it. He was tempted to shove it back at the other but decided against it.
Sighing, the year one student reluctantly opened the little booklet, his eyes giving it a once over. The first 5 pages made him curl his lip, giving the material an icredulous look. He was not hugging whoever the hell he ended up helping. Five was an unpredictable number, and one of the most energetic numbers wise. It also represented selfishness and responsible, which was fitting given the nature they were pulling volunteers into this mess.
The house elf beamed at him, and began talking about how saving humans was a great honour. Kama wasn't so sure he agreed, still if every human was destroyed what would that mean for the great city he loved? The elf was right about one thing, he was helping no matter how begrudgingly. That was what counted right?
As soon as he made his way over to the glow of the portal, he was pulled through into a grey foggy grayness. The wispy fog was everywhere, and made him uncomfortable. The Human world was broken, and nothing but a husk of its former self. Strange metallic things that vaguely looked like cars had him passing a curious glance, they seemed somehow useless. He'd heard them talking about victims, but what he found was shadowlings trying to form, and strange Human-shaped creatures that he could not look at for long without feeling off.
As he wandered around further, the fog began to grow thick, making it impossible for him to see. He could barely make out anything, nor see any of the volunteers he'd crossed over with anymore. This went on for a long span of time, before he stumbled over something. Unlike the things he'd left behind him, this one did not sicken him to look at. It was unconscious, breathing unlike the other ones.
The red headed figure looked troubled, blood still dripping from his nose. The feline demon's nose wrinkled as he squinted at the human. He poked at him, trying to see if he'd wake up. It did little, all it did was make the human groan and curl into a ball. Clapping, whistling even more poking and prodding earned no response. "Oh for Jacks sake really?" He muttered foully, scowling down at the sleeping form. Now what? The booklet had said drag them back to the portals. Sighing Kamakura crossed his arms over his chest tightly as he debated how to proceed.
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HP: 30/30 Name: Kamakura Meigetsuki Character Journal:..:biggrinata::.. Faction: Demon/Halloween Suspecies/Division: Nekomata - Y1 Student General appearance: Kamakura stands at around 5'5", and is of slender build. He has medium length black hair with white bangs, and piercing feral amber-gold eyes. His cat ears and split tail have calico coloring, and is mostly white with pale orange and black. Kama otherwise has a pale complexion. He is a young demon, who has to keep his pin close at hand to hold his humanoid shape. Ref.[x]
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Infection Rate: 50/100 Character's name: Lennard Manchester Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: ..:biggrinata::.. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lennard has thick, bright reddish auburn hair that is fluffy, and cut in a messy shaggy style. His eyes are a blue-green mixture. He stands roughly at 5'9", he is relatively fit and has developed shoulder muscles. He has a fairly well rounded athletic build. Ref
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 4:57 pm
Harmony could, in fact, properly pronounce MRTHATSFH. It involved some finagling on her part and also using the second mouth in her tail, but any respectable demon would pronounce it. And while Harmony was not exactly a demon, nobody needed to know that. Most creeple did not and would never. She had accepted a pamphlet because any ghoul knows that in order to bathe in the blood of humans, you quite needed an actual human. Her eyes strained to read the print before giving up and insisting she had read it. Harmony was quite nearly blind, and she relied on smell and hearing to guide her.
Harmony waited in line, bored out of her mind. She wanted nothing ore to go back to her pool and bathe for hours, just floating along. The water dulled her hypersensitivity in interesting ways. She keep her gaze fixed on one point - the dim lights that she thought were portals. They smelled like portals. Harmony's gaze, or lack thereof, drew the attention of one of the volunteers. The werewolf smelled musky, and strange.
She crossed her arms, scowling at the fog. "We do not trust this," she growled. Her growl reverberated with the sound of more than one being. "There is something about the fog that sets my teeth on edge. Keep your Fear close and strike swiftly."
"We? How many are you?" But then she was through the portal and a certain tang of mustiness caught her nostrils. Fog. It seemed dimly grey all around her. Good, Harmony, thought. In situations where vision was impaired for others, she held the advantage, even if she often to lazy to use it.
She wandered aimlessly in the fog, wings flapping just enough to keep her feet from dragging on the ground. But not high enough, apparently to stop her from tripping over a human. Very well, she decided, human number fifteen would do. Perhaps after she had rescued him, she would make him bleed for her.
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Character's name: Harmony von Bathory Character's faction: Halloween Character's species: red zhezu BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER small girlish figure dressed in bloodied nurse attire x
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Character's name: Dr. Harvard Falls Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: #80 Jersey Number: 15 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 35 year old linguistic anthropology professor. Dark hair and beard. Smokes. [x]
Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 6:00 pm
"Now what's all this again?" Herman asked the Reaper.
"Just read it... the pamphlet explains everything." the overworked Reaper said with exasperation, shoving the book into the vampire's hands and walking away.
Herman's acute hearing could hear the creature mutter "...you can read, I hope..." as it stalked away.
Ignoring the sarcastic comment, Herman opened the pamphlet... He read page one: Find a Human! He read page two: Hug it! He read page three with a growing sense of confusion: Carry the human in your embrace towards the exit. He read page four with a growing sense of doom: You did it! He gave up and read page five in the giddy voice of a four-year-old ghoul: Yay!
Herman re-read the pamphlet about five times while several portals WHOOSHED into existence around the Halloween Town Hall. “Okay, okay. I get it...” Herman thought, “No humans, no more vampires... and no more me.” He snagged a 'volunteer' passport from the overworked gnome and queued up next to the ice demon. As he passed the little creature it spoke to him: “Hey, buddy, if you happen to find some apple cider in the human world, bring it back to me, eh?” “Sure,” Herman said, “no problem.”
Herman squared his shoulders and stepped through the portal...
...and was immediately plunged into an almost comforting drearyness... like he was cloaked in fog. Spread around him in various shades of gray were the broken remains of the human world... buildings with shattered windows, the twisted and burnt remains of cars, and...
“What was that?” Herman thought as he caught a glimpse of some shambling figures that obviously weren't human and some other figures that moved better, but, for some reason, his eyes didn't want to focus on.
“Perhaps they are about to move on...” Herman thought as he wiped his eyes. He continued on into the city.
He found plenty of humans... all in various stages of decay and / or destruction. He did find all the businesses plundered. “Sorry, mate... no apple cider here.” he thought.
As he walked down the highway poking through cars and dodging the shiny-looking beings, he saw that ahead, just off the road was what looked like a hospital or perhaps an asylum. Intrigued, Herman stepped off the road, across the vast (and still looted) parking lot and had just reached the edge of a large, fenced garden with a gazebo, when he found his first live human.
She was apparently at the edge of the garden and had been walking towards the highway when she fell and knocked herself out. A quick once-over indicated she was alive, but would probably have a terrible headache when she woke.
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Character's name: Charlotte Dee Williams Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Shard's Journal Character's survival stats: Charlotte Dee WilliamsViewHERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER "Shard" is a very physically fit 5' 10" woman who is only three months out of the Army due to a medical discharge. She has blue eyes and dark-ish blonde hair that seems messy and matted no matter how she tries to style it. She tends to dress in baggy pants (with lots of pockets) and light jackets over plain shirts... and this was *before* joining the military! She was given a medical discharge when an accident dealing with a live grenade cost her her left pinkie finger and most of the feeling in that hand.
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Something was going on in the Town Hall square and Sadie wanted to know just what it was. She received the elf's blaring message with complete interest. His urgency of the pandemic bled right into her impressionable brain too and it only took a few minutes before Sadie was convinced there was a huge problem. She took the booklet and while she typically didn't like reading, the Reaper gave it a once over anyway for the sake of the humans.
Sadie deeply contemplated the list of steps - much more than utterly necessary for five simple pages - and got swept up in the little draft they had going on. She senselessly received a passport and looked at the house elf afterwards.
"Well it seems pretty easy. Why doesn't everyone just do this?" she asked. No real answer from the elf, but he buttered the situation up and Sadie didn't mind after that. She was doing a good thing.
A smothering grey fog welcomed her once she stepped through the portal. The human world looked surprisingly dismal with its decrepit buildings. Not bad, she thought, although humans and Sadie probably had different tastes.
She walked and kicked an abandoned car; it sure didn't as productive as the cars back home. There were many of the hunks-o-junk laying around. Sadie didn't get to observe them long though, as the fog thickened and her exploring turned to wandering aimlessly.
"Uuuugh," she whined. It felt like FOREVER. Sadie wandered and wandered, wondering when she'd find something interesting. She whipped her hair around in her hands for entertainment. The human world sure was boring.
Eventually she spotted a mound on the ground and Sadie investigated it. A human - her first human! And she was asleep?! She looked pretty big to Sadie, and twiggy too, with a ton of thick hair blanketing her face. It was almost admirable, if she wasn't so dirty and unkempt. Sadie poked at her with her feet.
"Hey, you OK?" she asked and kept prodding the unconscious human. Sadie noticed her clothes and wondered if all humans dressed like that and carried around picnic baskets.
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Sadie appears as a typical teenage ghoul at 5'4". Since her hair is an important part of her race & FEAR, that is her #1 priority in terms of keeping it lookin' good. Her pigtails are soft & flimsy and often she swirls and plays with them because they're so long. Sadie's style reflects her fun-loving personality and affection for things both cute and spooky, while still allowing her to get in (and out of) trouble.
The reaper curiously crooked a brow as she exited the mall, and heard the shouting echoing through the central area. Sounded like there was sort of commotion going on. Verusha'd been doing some sight seeing and game playing, not to mention boil scoping, when she got roped into the gathering group of Halloweeners. Everyone was abuzz and chattering with one another, allowing her to grab snippets of conversation from their loud exchanges. Something about humans.... Future of Halloween? Was this some kind of protest or what ever? She'd seen a good few in her day, and this was quite the crowd.... When a book was shoved at her, she flipped through it to see what was inside. Humans...? Hugging them? Hah, that was funny. Smirking lightly, she looked back up to the spewing elf, she was instead surprised to see portals popping up all over the place. Cannon growled near her heels, not liking the sudden rush of all this information. Nor the packed amount of people. Glancing down to her firey, fierce pooch companion, the ghoul smiled lightly, reaching down to stroke along his smooth head, calming the flames there, "Sounds like this could be really interesting, Canny." she casually assured the hound, who was not pleased at all by the demanding elf.
But by the looks of it, she was being drafted for some kind of human helping. Well that was a first... but Verusha wasn't the type of ghoul to turn away from adventure, and this sounded interesting as heck! Even with the sorta forced volunteering, she'd always been curious to see the human realm. She'd heard stories of it, tales and knew the important purpose it served in keeping her kind alive. And while she didn't pay particular attention in school, she did tend to tune in on the gruesome and awesome segments about the ventures into the humans territory. So stroll forward she did to pick up her temporary pass, glancing to the fellow reaper as she did.
An interesting looking guy, all mysterious and stuff with that gray. What was his deal? What was he about? He was pretty cute too... That usual confident grin of hers spread into place, as she sauntered up nonchalantly. "This is certainly different." she mused to him. But his returned jest made her smirk again, and give a slight narrow of her eyes from his challenge, kind of entertained by his lack of enthusiasm. Those types were always fun to mess with.
Stepping through the dedicated portal. Straight away, she's surprised by what she sees: Absolute destruction. Was this from Halloweeners? Or... had something happened? She tried to make out what she could in the thickening fog, noting familiar items and figures, as well as foreign ones. Taking her time to wade into the unknown, Cannon keeping at the ready, his flames licking strongly, Verusha managed to stop short when she came across something strewn along the ground.
A... human... Staring at it, she tilted her head some, looking along its form. Was it dead...? Or... maybe asleep?
"Uhhhh. Uhhh?" Merope stared blankly as he made the mistake of making eye contact with the tiny elf. "Oh no. Nooo no no no n-" His hands were grabbed as he threw them up in a vain attempt to wave the MRTHATSFH agents away, and used to pull him in closer. Merope dug his talons into the ground, his half-face stretched into a look of horror.
His claws clutched the How to Save Your Human handbook, crinkling it before he belatedly realized that he was holding it. He chewed his lip. It wasn't as if he was doing anything particularly important anyway...
He read it.
He perked up. "Hey! This sounds easy!" He began to glow, hands trembling as he accepted his temporary visitor's pass from the house gnomeelfshortthing. The little thing seemed happy that he was happy, and hey if it was a great honor then it'd be worth it, right?
Once through the portal, Merope's fins drooped. He wasn't expecting this. He wasn't expecting a gray landscape with gray fog and gray, gray, gr -- oh look, over there was some grey. For what it was worth, at least.
Merope shook his head, then shook himself again to shake his fins loose. "Okay. Okay. I got this, I got this. I... Hey."
Merope slowly turned, then gave a quick flashing glow of relief. "Okay! Good. Portal's still there. I just need to... uh..." He trailed off, consulting his guide. "Right. Find, hug, carry, do it, yay. Uhm. Okay." Merope folded the guide and tucked it into his pocket.
He began to walk.
A bit later he found his guy.
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Character's name: Merope Character's faction: Halloween Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Guy Riley, #59 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER An undead sea-draconic being. While a majority of his scales are a deep turquoise, he also has bioluminescent scales that mark him with a series of lines and dots. He has several fins: two on his back, two on his arms, and two more at the base of his tail.
Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 11:05 pm
Emet most definitely did not want to volunteer her time to helping weak little humans, however, her little brother insisted they help. With a sigh, she agreed to go just in case something happened to her sibling... She could crush it like a bug. After being handled the pamphlet, Emet read it over. It was very basic to the point where she scoffed at it. Did they really need to make a pamphlet for that? She looked to her brother who look anxious to help. She rolled her eyes and headed through the portal to meet her squishy human.
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Name: Emet Faction: Reaper Subspecies/Division: Grim Reaper General appearance: Emet is a 5' 7" tall female with platinum blond hair and ice blue eyes. She primarily wears a black hooded cloak over her black corset with a belt and knee high black boots. She wears fishnet stockings, black gloves and has two animal skulls attached to her belt. She wears her hair in a half pony tail with a hair clip that has three fangs on it. She wields a scythe thats blade is a giant fang with a matching skull embedded where the blade meets the handle. The handle has black gripping and at the butt of there weapon there is golden orb like decoration with a point. HP: 50/50
Upon hearing that Halloween was in danger and there were humans in need of assistance, the young reaper was quick to make his way to the town center. He'd practically pleaded with his older sister, wanting her there as backup when they crossed over the portals. He'd heard a great deal about the human world, and after classes at Amityville planned to get his passport to act as a guide between the two realms.
What a better what to get started traveling between the two realms, and in addition help save their town. Grinning, he placed a hand on his hips, a large raven familiar landed on the boys shoulder. It seemingly vanished, almost as quickly as it had emerged, like it was some kind of spirit. "Sis look! The elfs got stuff to say." He pushed forward so he could get a closer look.
Taking one of the pamphlets offered to him, he read over it taking most of the words to heart.
He'd make sure to hug his human and help drag them off to safety in his embrace of course! His curiosity as to what he'd find on the other side was overwhelming. So much so that he didn't bother to ask questions or talk to anyone. No, Avery was too busy rushing off, vanishing behind the world.
The swirling of grey fog that licked at his boots made him shiver. He was soon wandering in the dark dense mass, wandering aimlessly until at last he came upon a human of his very own! He was small, and looked awful. Looking around for Emet he scowled not seeing her anywhere. "Well..looks like I'll be helping you Mr. human!" Or at least he was half certain this was a male human..he wasn't really sure. The reaper reached down and gave the other an awkward hug just like the instructions said.
Now what? He supposed he needed to try and bring him back to the portals.
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HP: 30/30 Name: Avery Faction: Reaper Subspecies/Division: Shaman - Y1 General appearance: Avery is 5'11 and is still rather on the thin and lanky side. He has black hair with icy blue eyes. He wears a black hooded sweater that has deep pockets. His dark jeans have a rip in one knee, and he wears boots over his pants. His weapon comes in the form of a spirit raven that he communes with, and allows him to harvest his fear. He has a natural affinity for the earth, and his weapon is in the form of a Raven totem that takes the shape of a raven when he strikes.
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Infection Rate: 45/100 Character's name: July Slider Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: ..:biggrinata::. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER July is of medium build at around 5'6". He is fairly pale regardless of sun exposure. His hair is extremely thick, and is solid black. It is cut in a medium length that is fairly easy to manage, with bangs just long enough to sweep over a portion of his face. He has two distinctively different eye colors, the left one being silver while the other is a cerulean blue.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 11:51 pm
So Puella didn't really go out that much, and if she did she'd have been smarter about it and brought her spiderfriend. Well, it wasn't like she'd been told she'd be recruited into this...uh...whatever it was.
The thing was, Puella was a pretty nice ghoul, all things considered. She'd put a couple pumpkin seeds toward a petition with a good cause and some spokescreeple with big eyes (especially if there were more than two of them). She didn't remember how she'd been recruited into this, but she was ready to go. "It's okay that I haven't taken my Human Studies courses, yet, right?" she asked, biting her lips anxiously. Why hadn't she asked TK about this while she'd had him to herself? But still - the extinction of the species! Puella could be a hero!
She took her pamphlet with glee and read it carefully. Hug the humans? Puella sure could do that! She threw the gnome a salute and whirled into line, skirts fluttering. "Hi!" she beamed to the grey reaper she passed. "You must be so accustomed to this!"
It was daunting, then, to hear the words of doubt. But who cared? Puella could prove everyone wrong.
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Name: Puella Faction: Student Suspecies/Division: Demon General appearance: fluffy spider ghoul with a thousand yards of lace. tw spiders. HP: 30/30 lol
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 12:27 am
"What," Raisuke had said when he'd been recruited. "I'm not - " he'd begun, but he had made the mistake of having hands that weren't constantly clenched into fists. A pamphlet had been shoved into them.
(Everyone could do as they liked so long as Miasma Village was left alone, he though sourly.)
He'd been heading for a trash can but someone had slapped him into reading it. Wasn't it not volunteering then? Heh. Still, there was a crowd all around him, and even the static that generally ran through him at all times wasn't enough to deter them from pushing. "Hey!" he called. "Hey - I'm here by mistake - I don't want to - "
He was at the portal. A tiny minipet gave him an intense stare. He heard something about a short window of time, but that...had to be his mind playing tricks on him. Raisuke was too smart for this.
Then he was pushed through. Well, <********>. He was blind and it was foggy. It wasn't even a pleasant fog: Raisuke considered himself a bit of a connoisseur of intense weather conditions. He liked hail. Thunderstorms. Blinding fog. Something about this made him feel like turning green and upheaving. It just wasn't right. Still, with a glance toward the portal he realized he probably wouldn't be allowed back without trying to do his part. He still had this pamphlet, right?
...guess it was time to go find a human.
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Name: Raisuke Ryouma Faction: Student Suspecies/Division: Monster General appearance: anime blue boy with a horn and a tail HP: 30/30 lol
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