Oh right..the pill. He'd already almost forgotten it, clutched in trembling hand as it was. He brought the hand away from his chest and opened it, then pushed the pill into his mouth, swallowing it, obeying the muttered command, and feeling bad that he hadn't done so sooner. And then he drew his knees up and hugged them to his chest, pale eye downcast. The healing properties of the pill began instantly, a soothing wave that spread through him, helping to ease his shaking, providing him with a new found strength that gave insight to just how weak he had been feeling moments before, but doing nothing to help his troubled thoughts.
You went insane...
He..guessed that that made sense, and might explain the absence of memory, though...when Yin had turned back he had remembered everything. Maybe..maybe it just worked differently for different people. "My actions?" He whispered. So he had done things then, and had probably hurt others. That cold feeling of self loathing suddenly began to make more sense.
"Another?" Alexander's eyes followed Yin's towards where he looked, but all he could really see was chaos, nothing really discernible. "I...I think so..." He mumbled, beginning to move, his hands unclasping from around his legs before his eye landed on the mark, the grey area burned into the skin around the lost clans insignia on his right hand. He froze, just staring at it, not wanting to see it, not knowing what it meant but afraid....
He shook his head, breaking free of his entrancement with the blemish upon his skin, and began pushing himself to his feet. He had wanted to ask Yin more questions, but at the same time..he didn't really want to know the answers. Who he had hurt..if he had done much harm...
"If I..if I hurt you, I'm sorry..." Something flashed across his mind, a memory maybe? But it was more of a feeling then anything. It was just a vague sense of confusion, and of hesitation...and then it was gone again. His hand reached up to his forehead and he frowned, again unsure of what exactly it meant.
"Okay. I'm ready." The hand dropped back to his side as he straightened up slightly more. He wasn't really, but what else could he do?
Stats:
Name: Alexander HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 50% Items: Horsemen vial, pumpkin pill (given from Yin) RP Blurb: 6'3" zombie like this minus skateboard, minus left eye, plus horsemen insignia on back of right hand surrounded by grey.
Ryan's though pretruded his the most.. Traitors. Traitors. These hunters were the traitors.
Keep pushing them back guys...Just keep pushing them back...
Dakota heaved as he saw Tracey fly and moved around the hunters that were a barrier.
I got Rep... The moon hunter grinned as he stepped up to the plate, looking at the sun hunter.
"Yo Rep." he cocked his head, "I didn't realize they got the chain on your throat, you ever get chain whiplash from how much following orders SUCKS?" Dakota waited a beat before narrowing his eyes. "Ceres isn't attacking so I need you to step off brother." It was issused with a standard shove with Chama into tender spot of Reps.
Melvin looked over his shoulder. "I have no idea. A barrier went up around that thing over there." To which he pointed to a vague, large, gray shape in the fog. "There is just a wall of people protecting it too. Then everyone else is just firing at each other." He was pretty sure this was the Insanity their superiors were mentioning during the briefing before coming here.
"Either everyone got infected or lost their damn minds." Either way, they were nuts, and Melvin sure as hell wasn't going to get killed by some psycho who got odd because of some fog. He wanted out of here already.
Name: Melvin HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 85% Insanity Strength: 40% Target: Otto - Defense Charges: 3/3 Items: Med Kit X 2, 2 Corrupted Runic Bandages RP Blurb: Sweater-wearing, tall, immaculate man with a red gun.
Yin hated himself a bit. Alexander deserved to know the truth. Would probably be upset if and when he found out that Yin was trying to keep him from it. But his options were not great either way. Deep down he knew that nothing ever worked out like that, that there was no way the zomboil would not find out, that this illusion that they could fight along side each other was just that. An illusion. But for now he was desperate enough to try it. All he needed to think about was the feel of biting off a student's head and he felt like this was what he should...could...do.
He tried to ignore the zomboil staring at his hand, tried to ignore the patch of grey skin on his hand, what that lingering patch of grey could mean. "Do not worry about it, it was nothing." He tried not to think about the blade that had sliced through him, the fact that he had attacked without recognizing him. In the end...it was better not to think about it. Easier. "Come on, it is right over here." he reached out as if to grab Alexander's hand and thought better of it, falling into an awkward silence as he tried to puzzle out what he thought he was doing.
Barrier: 106
Stats:
Name: Yin HP: 39/50 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 45% Items: 1x pumpkin pill RP Blurb: Yin looks like Yin. Mantodae, 5'7" and wearing a dark green scarf.
Rep had no idea what was going on, immersed in the fray he was starting to notice that some people were for want of a better term, acting a little off. The barrier was temporarily forgotten as he tried to make head or tail of what the ******** was even happening anymore.
Tracey grimly stated, every word underpinned with their combined desire for more fear, more energy to carry them through this damn battle alive.
At Dakota's words he narrowed his eyes and was about to snarl that the orders made ******** sense so why not, they were monsters, it was us or them.
That was until he got assjabbed by Chama, then the ******** gloves were off.
Tracey was brought around full force in a cleave directly at the moon hunter.
"If you aren't following orders then YOU ARE THE ******** ENEMY TOO." Just like Bix. So many crazy hunters, so many people to put down. So what if they looked normal?, it was just a matter of time. Just a ******** matter of time. They wanted to defend that ******** Cerespony they would die with it too.
Orders were orders. "Its like ******** Cael said, anyone who succumbs to their weaknesses should ******** die by them."
Target: Dakota DMG: 11
Stats:
Name: William Reid HP: 38/50 DMG : ?? FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 35% Charge: 3/3 Items : 2 x medikit, 1 runic bandage Appearance : Loud, arrogant
human with vibrant red hair and a nasty demeanour,
Through the muddled mess and chaos Mitsu managed to hear the boogeyman's instruction. Her eyes searched the field and finally found Arel with his vial that Shun had dashed to retrieve. The only thing left was to break through the barrier to the insanity creature that Arel had wanted to cure.
Taking in a deep breath Mitsu steeled her nerves determined to at least try. Besides, it was a barrier. It couldn't fight back could it? She had just rose her fist ready to hit it when she felt something sharp bite into her rib cage. The sudden pain had her panicking, her fist instead lashing out at whatever had attacked her only to find Shun right beside her.
Confusion fleeted over her features, the strength drawing back on her fist though she wasn't able to completely stop the punch in time. A hand pressed to her new injury, feeling something warm and sticky beneath her palm. She did her best to ignore it, her focus still on Shun not sure what was going on.
"W..What..." Her voice died out before she could finish, her eyes darting to the daggers in his hands. There was a look of wariness in her features, though she at least nodded to the apology. Sharp objects brought back terrible memories, flashes of featureless faces dancing before her eyes.
Name: Mitsu Lupus HP: 36 / 50 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: 2 pumpkin pills 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.
Dakota took the hit, and took it hard. Whether or not the fog was encasing them both into crazy, Dakota just snarled and brought Chama up again.
"Wow, Somehow not surprised by that. Ever think that maybe Cael might be leading you on Rep? He's done it before...The only time Cael ever cares about anything...is when it works to his own benefit." Dakota stared at Rep, hinting at what they exprienced together.
"I don't think you want another taste of being bait...do you Rep?" Dakota twirled Chama again, "Bait. I can't believe you'd trust anything that a*****e says." Dakota inched his head again.
"If you think I'm gonna let another moon fall because assholes run this, your wrong. Marcus..." Dakota heaved, "Marcus is over there turned to a ******** rock and Ceres is fused with her weapon. This s**t cray but no way is another hunter going to die!"
He returned Rep's hard hit with his own.
"Now back off Rep, Or I'll whoop your a** to the training field again."
But he couldn't help but be worried about it. He couldn't ever imagine hurting his friends, or Yin especially. The weremantis's answer basically confirmed that he had. Another vague sense of something....horror...and hunger? An odd combination.
When Yin's hand began reaching out for his own, Alexander reacted out of sheer instinct, reaching his own out as well before he noticed the hesitation, the hand drawing back and away and his own fell back to his side, a hurt feeling stabbing into his chest and flashing across his eye, unable to hide it. Right, not a couple anymore...Alexander was nothing more then an obligation now. Something to be protected, for some reason.
He didn't deserve it.
Well, he really didn't need Yin's direction, anyways. The boil had already pointed out where the 'other' was, and though it was just a large shape hazed out by fog it was fairly hard not to notice.
He chose to ignore whatever the hell it was the hunters were currently doing.
So with a face set in a grim mask and a small nod he made his way towards the 'barrier', noticing more and more as he got closer the twisted shapes of spikes and doors, something to distract and ward off attacks. Still, the zomboil pulled back a fist and let it fly, only to find himself somehow over swinging, his fist barreling into the weremantis instead.
What...how...what...
Horrified. He was absolutely horrified but...at the same time that his fist had connected there was another vague memory, again just an emotion, but a sense of satisfaction.
It only added to the look of horror plain across his face as he stumbled back, a strangled sound emitting from his throat before a spew of apologies tumbled out of his mouth. "SorryI'msosorryIdidn'tmeanto..."
It was a miracle he wasn't collapsing on the ground into a whimpering ball of hysteria.
Target:Barrier Yin :/ Barrier HP: 106 Damage to Yin: 10
Stats:
Name: Alexander HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 50% Items: Horsemen vial, pumpkin pill-used. RP Blurb: 6'3" zombie like this minus skateboard, minus left eye, plus horsemen insignia on back of right hand surrounded by grey.
Rep was well and truly in battle mode, his happy place where anything that got in the way of his wanton destruction was just a hurdle in his way. Cael leading them on was irrelevant to him, he'd been sent on frankly ridiculous numbers of suicide missions by the guy, but here and now that didn't matter.
"It's not our ******** call to make." he hissed. You disobeyed orders, s**t ended up like it had in the jungle, dead civilians and almost murdered for your insubordination. No matter what happened here, Cael would take the rap for the decisions. It was a green card to obey, to murder and fight for a cause, and for Rep that was entirely good enough. "We don't have all the info, we never have all the ******** info, we are pawns, not special ******** snowflakes, we do as we are told and if you ******** up, you get ******** murdered."
His cruel smirk returned at Dakota's protest, something icy and venomous about his tone.
"Sounds like an improvement to me, Marcus always was about as lovable as a ******** brick and half as smart. He was always weak. Guess it bit him in the a**."
The hit made him reel as it clashed with Tracey's shield, but he didn't seem to concede in the least. "Here's a tip man. This isn't the ******** training field. If I kill you it'll be ******** permanent. And don't think I won't."
He outright grinned, adrenaline like a drug. "Just ask Bix."
He swung again, Tracey all but singing as the blade sliced through the air.
Target: Dakota Target HP: 11
Stats:
Name: William Reid HP: 29/50 DMG : ?? FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 35% Charge: 3/3 Items : 2 x medikit, 1 runic bandage Appearance : Loud, arrogant
human with vibrant red hair and a nasty demeanour,
((Edited so it isn't a phone tag anymore. =D )) : Shun let out a grunt as Mitsu punched him but didn't think anything of it. His attention was on the bloody wound he had inflicted upon her. And now she was regarding him warily. s**t. Was she afraid of him now?
"I didn't think it would bounce at you like that, " he said quietly. Furrowing his brow he looked towards the others. It seemed as though they were striking each other more than anything. Was it the barrier itself causing that? Then again, off to the side, he could see the Hunters going at each other. Well good. They could kill one another for all he cared. He turned back to Mitsu then decided to give it a try once more.
Carefully, he took a step closer to it, then slashed out. He managed to connect with his blow. Afterwards he let out a sigh and looked towards his lycan again.
"I... didn't hurt you too badly did I..?"
Target: Barrier Target HP: 100 Stats:
Name: Shun Kuroda HP: 27 FEAR Strength: 85% Insanity Strength: 15% Items: 2 pumpkin pills + 1 magical healy vial from Arel TARGET: Damage: FEARS: y3 SS, y2 Eye, y1 SS RP Blurb: Grim reaper with one eye.
Dakota took the hard hit well...by falling on his a** and watching as Tracey came right at ******** ******** ********. Whever Rep was stealing and or focusing his attacks from, was giving him a srs mental boost of power. And Dakota, while had far and few hard hits was slowly and ever so slowly becoming more of defense then offense.
He was going to say some offhand comment about Rep learning to handle himself better when Marcus was mentioned.
Dakota's face paled and then turned to ice. Gone was the face of the cheerful carefree teenager, misplaced anger and hate stemmed from every pore of his body as he pushed himself up.
"You know, I always admired your assholeness Rep. Somedays, it was funny, others made it easy to mess with you." Dakota rolled his neck, "Marcus wasn't dumb, nor a brick and he was my brother. Since your so inclined to damn him...and Bix to death..." Chama was brought up with a flare, hot flames matching the temper brewing in Dakota as she spewed out at Rep. "I'll just have to kill you first..."
Firestorm.
"Be prepared Rep, I'm going to make you fight and then when you think you've got me, think you've won...I'm going to shove your face into the ground, grind it there and make you remember that I'm a quarter two hunter. Then we'll see who has the permenant damage."
Melvin wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but one thing he could be sure of to shoot was that barrier. If all these monsters were defending it, it had to be bad.
Aiming, he fired and was very pleased to see it actually hit the barrier. Sure, it wasn't much, but hell, he actually hit it and that's what mattered to him right now.
Target: Barrier Barrier HP: 96
Name: Melvin HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 85% Insanity Strength: 40% Charges: 3/3 Items: Med Kit X 2, 2 Corrupted Runic Bandages RP Blurb: Sweater-wearing, tall, immaculate man with a red gun.
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It was only a split second, but a split second too late. He watched her lips curl into a sneer, and with one word, raised her weapons.
What?
Instinctively, he raised his tonfas to defend himself, but when he saw the kind of weapon she wielded, he froze. Guns. Why the hell did it have to be guns.
Despite Chester's screaming, Jake didn't budge. Was this... the end?
Bang.
Stats:
Name: Jake Cross Faction: Hunter - Death Trainee HP: 0/40 (Deddddddddddd) 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: -- Result: --
Fear Attack: World of Darkness (Y2 Headlights) Charge: 2/3 [0/2] Attacks Used: 0/3
The fist caught him off guard, which it really should not have. "Miss Xiu-Ying had the same result," he informed him flatly, trying not to wince as he wanted to check out the wound but refuse to. "This barrier is not normal." He thought he sounded almost calm, collected, but inside he was an abyss of nerves. This was all going to go badly. End in another fight. Things like this always did for them. Then they would part ways and they would not speak about it. Just drift apart again. He would not be allowed to protect him any longer.
It was what always happened.
There was a sense of dread to be sure but he just focused on what he could do now. Try to take out the barrier. He raked his claws along it, a shallow cut, barely a scratch, but at least it was to the barrier and not Alexander. A small miracle. He wished he knew what to say, how to react. Both of them had been insane, both broken, and he knew there was nothing he could do to fix it. He could just fight uselessly, take hits, and try to tell the voices that accused him of failing to protect what was his that it was okay, he had him back, and he would do a better job this time. At least there was fighting. Fighting he understood. Fighting was something he was okay with.
Barrier: 92
Stats:
Name: Yin HP: 29/50 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 45% Items: 1x pumpkin pill RP Blurb: Yin looks like Yin. Mantodae, 5'7" and wearing a dark green scarf.
At that last strike, the edges of the cloaked Hunter's form wavered like heat haze, and she let loose a feral scream from the very depths of her being. The Hunter dropped her weapon to the ground just as she dissipated into nothing. The staff landed on the ground before it began distorting and expanding as the odd grays began to recede and reveal the horse monster having reverted back to his real body. Everything seemed so quiet to him, so still, and so empty. Unconsciously he searched for Joyce's voice, mentally calling out to his partner in hopes of assuring himself she was alright.
No answer.
He tried to open his eyes, not realizing they were never closed in the first place. But all he could see was Fog. Everywhere. Then there was a flicker of movement in the periphery and the sounds of battle began to echo around him. Petro tried to crane his head towards it but to his horror, he found he couldn't move.
Worse still, he could recall everything he felt, everything he said, everything he'd done. There had been no remorse in him when he struck Hunters but that was nothing he felt ashamed of, he hated them, loathed them, wished terrible, painful, violent deaths upon them. But his feelings about his fellow Halloweeners... why had he not had any trouble striking them? Why had he only hesitated in cutting down one specific student?
Would they forgive him for raising a hand to them? Would they understand it hadn't been him? Would they believe him if he said it had been the Insanity all along? They would, wouldn't they?
Probably.
He hoped.
He was so tired. He didn't want to fight it anymore but he had to. He was a tikbalang. He was a Halloweener. He was not going to run. He swore an oath. But he couldn't do it on his own.
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