Oh. It wasn't his own. Sarviur stopped, stared ahead. Was he supposed to breathe around this thing? It was...surprisingly difficult. Sarviur found himself becoming lightheaded, and tilted his head back. The hand on his mouth followed. He needed air, he needed to breathe, he needed -
It was gone.
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Name of character:Sarviur Damage done: 8 CURRENT HP OF BOSS: -7 Current HP: 32/50 Special ability: n/a Species Ability: n/a Current weapon equipped:Agony's Twin TARGET: bosssss
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:46 pm
It had been a long journey up. Hopefully it would be a short journey down.
That hope began to harden as she moved forward, this time not tempered by emotion but by pure neutrality. Of deathly certainty. This one had known she would die and knew she would take many with her if she put herself into the effort. Rostym envied her faith, for sometimes hers was shaken. Sometimes the doubts crept in, the paranoia stirred up questions . . .
But she was here, now. And she had come so far. She would not die like this one had.
He continued running, running, running, suddenly hyperaware of the limbs in the fog now that one had tried to suffocate him. Would another do the same? What had caused it to be so daring? Why had it been so easy yesterday?
Sarviur ran, ran, ran on platforms of empty air, eyes darting all around him. The limbs faded away, but the fog did not, and he fell. Far, far - he was set by fear again, for what if the Goddess did not approve this time? But he'd already fallen so far - or for so long, anyway. Sarviur could not really see anything other than fog, not even the stairs ahead, though they certainly diminished above him, even if he could not see them. He'd fall forever, he thought suddenly, no Goddess ever to break his limbo.
No, no, no...
He landed on them, this time, the orbs that shined.
And up, up, up he went.
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Name of character:Sarviur Damage done: 8 CURRENT HP OF BOSS: -7 Current HP: 32/50 Special ability: n/a Species Ability: n/a Current weapon equipped:Agony's Twin TARGET: bosssss
The audience waited for her on the platform again, almost like old friends. Her opponent, of course, was no such thing.
It was frozen in horror. Perhaps this memory had known too he was going to die, and could not accept it. Rostym felt for him, though not enough to blunt her daggers.
She tried to sound neutral, but there was a hint of disdain in her voice. She could not help it; this one looked so fearful to attack her, what was it doing on this field? In this war, or battle, or whatever had happened here?
Her sense of resolute will clouded her; her defenses slipped.
Her opponent cut through it, the fierceness of his spear belied by how he seemed to tremble with a past terror. What had he faced, Rostym wondered, to have looked so dire?
It did not matter. She was the one here now, and she could defeat him. Toying around was not enough: she wanted to pretend, to be the thing it feared so much.
And thus with narrowed eyes Rostym executed a deadly combo with her daggers, left and right, up and down, a flurry that left her opponent unable to stop her--and burst into misty fragments. The audience paused, and then faded as if surprised.
Rostym then began her triumphant march--or hop as it were. But something was lurking there this time, or she felt like there was. The pressure mounted as she moved from here to there, looking around suspiciously. What did it want, what did it want?
She thought for a moment that she had reached the platform she needed to. A hand had grabbed her at any rate like before. Two hands. Yanking in different directions.
Rude. She just needed something for her Goddess, that's all . . .
But then the feeling of being watched came again, and she whipped her head around with a glare. "You having fun watching me fall?" she called out. But the fog seemed to eat her words up.
Seriously what was with the hands anyway? Did the dead have nothing better to--
Whup!
And down she went again, this time in the correct direction. She hoped. She hadn't actually quite hit a snag on this part yet . . .
Rostym landed softly once more, rubbing her chin from her previous pratfall. But there was her final blessing awaiting her! Smiling (wincing), she clutched the final one and sent a prayer to her goddess of Paranoia as the fog engulfed her once more.
Decyl was back, and this time, the memory and emotion that hit him was terrible. Oh man, that was a horrible memory. He can't help but feel jittery for some reason.
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Character name: Decyl Character appearance: A being of average height and seems to just blend into the crowd, Decyl does not have any distinctive features currently. His heart glows yellow but occasionally shifts to blue. On his being, a new feature has appeared in the form of a shiny pin. Link to Heart Log: Here Current HP: 50 Current weapon equipped: Pain Spike
When the figure appeared this time, Decyl panicked. He was scared for some reason, and he has no idea why. Was it the memory?
Out of dumb luck, he flinched and smacked the figure in the face.
[ BOSS | 20 - 6 = 14 ]
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Character name: Decyl Character appearance: A being of average height and seems to just blend into the crowd, Decyl does not have any distinctive features currently. His heart glows yellow but occasionally shifts to blue. On his being, a new feature has appeared in the form of a shiny pin. Link to Heart Log: Here Current HP: 47 Current weapon equipped: Pain Spike
Another hit, with him looking away and cat swatting at the figure. Who knew that would hit?
[ BOSS | 14 - 5 = 9 ]
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Character name: Decyl Character appearance: A being of average height and seems to just blend into the crowd, Decyl does not have any distinctive features currently. His heart glows yellow but occasionally shifts to blue. On his being, a new feature has appeared in the form of a shiny pin. Link to Heart Log: Here Current HP: 44 Current weapon equipped: Pain Spike
