"That's probably the stupidest thing I ever heard," Hope said, crossing she arms. The light from her own flashlight bobbed wildly with the movement. Even when scoffing, she kept her voice barely above a whisper, in case they attracted those things. Wait. A hunter.... "Does that mean you hunt down people infected with whatever pathogen that's going around this mall? Are you apart of some strange government thing?" Her brows creased and Hoppe shook her head, dreads bouncing along her back.
"If you are, that means this has happened before and will happen again." Hope ran through some things quickly in her head. What kind of governemnet orgnaization wore white coats instead of body armor - used odd weapon instead of guns? For ******** sake, this girl had a shovel. "What's being done to treat this... pathogen, thing-" she waved one arm, hooking her mask a little tigher around her ear. "-besides the liberal application of death, that is." Assuming those creatures had once been people, it was unlikely they could return to their normal state even once the infection/virus/whatever was cleared. But it still left a sour taste in her mouth.
Hope hated that sort of need-to-know language and she frowned, although Joy wouldn't be able to see it. The ice rink had been mentioned in the announcements, but.. "There's another camp you guys have, I saw it. I was going to head there. I can be of use! I'm a doctor; I can help patch people up, I don't need to be evacuated." Hope was definitely not used to being saved, and it was not a pleasant feeling. Now, if there were others at the rink beside announcer man, that would be one thing, but it seemed like more of a waypoint than anything.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 5:35 am
Otto had wanted to escape soon after releasing them, but Maebe was right there. Leaning on him, and holding his cursed hand. For what it was worth, what she said did help him feel a little bit better. Only a little. He'd still been an a**, and he'd still been betrayed by someone he thought he could trust. Again. He felt like a gullible, stupid child who fell for the same ploy over and over again. He was so easily buttered up. So easily swayed. All as long as he was given what he wanted. So long as he was coaxed. So easily won over. So easily used.
His eyes scanned the floor to find where Cami had laid Sasha. Why would Sasha do this? Why...
"This invisible little thing needs to go away." He mumbled begrudgingly, slowly peeling his gaze from the fallen woman. The key was not only making him weaker in battle, it was now also making him a target. Or maybe he'd always been a target. It was dangerous, and it held some sort of power he'd never truly understood. He realized he was in deep trouble.
He was scared.
"Get patched up. I'll head back to base." He murmured, still wanting to run to his room and hide under a blanket. All he ever did with Maebe was make her mad at him. He always said the wrong things. Always made the wrong choices. What was the use in putting his heart on the line anymore?
"I promise I'll be careful." He added honestly.
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ANNOUNCEMENT
"Evening shoppers~" Rep sung. "I hope everyone is still having a wonderful, wonderful time out there! Congratulations everyone who once again fended off the threat to our barricades, you are all the real MVPs, and I am so glad to see that so far not many people have been infected! It is a huge relief, you silly billies had me worried for a bit you know ha ha ha."
There was an airy sigh. "But let me tell you all, we are doing wonderfully here, we have saved so many of the civilians in need out there, we will be able to rest easy knowing that we did all we could here. I am sure all the mission reports will reflect this!" something in his tone turned oddly flat. "Maybe there will even be medals."
Once again perky he added. "But everything is going so well! See you all later, hopefully with more good news!"
He heard the intercom in the darkness. Why did it feel as if the battle was over?
Why did it feel as if the battle had been lost?
Why did it feel that no one could see him here still fighting and no one knew he was alone?
....but why should it matter? Rep isn't here for you anymore. He who called you rabbit.
A noise to his right and he fired without a second thought.
HP: 12/50 DMG: 3-3 = 0 CHG: 3/3 Buff: + 3 runics
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Pressing the bottle of water into Felicia's hands, Nellie spotted a deserted fashion boutique not far from where they all were. "Nellie's going to check that place out for a bit. Be right back..." And just like that, she was off, intent on making it a quick one lest she ran into any unintended trouble out there on her own.
The shop, like many of the others that she had passed, was a mess but that didn't deter the Mist from trying to salvage whatever she could, grabbing the few remaining clothing that weren't already grossly contaminated with infected goop off the rack before heading back to rejoin both Isaac and Felicia.
"Nellie thought that these could be torn apart to fashion into makeshift bandages..." She explained, ripping into one and then using the resulting strip of cloth to help patch the Sun hunter up.
As soon as the massive infected went down, Finn had his phone out. His weapon was unsummoned for the moment, his torch held in his opposite hand as he tapped out a few messages.
When he was finished, his phone pocketed, there was a small smile on his lips and some indescribable look in his eye, a rare glimpse of some kind of emotion that might have just been a trick of the flickering light held in his hand and the water that continued to sprinkle down from above.
Wiping his face with a hand, it was then that Trynt was resummoned. Finn was shaking a little, a faint tremble most noticeable by his hands and the way it made the light waver. He didn't feel very good. The itch was constant, but worsening. The bite he'd received months ago now was so bad that it was more like a burn. He wasn't an idiot. He knew that he wasn't immune. Hell, he was probably more susceptible, and even though he hadn't been bitten he knew his time was likely limited.
His weapon urged him to use his charge, to heal. Trynt knew something was wrong just as well as Finn did, but he was trying to do damage control. He thought that by strengthening the shield, he would be strengthening his hunter as well, and they would get past this.
So he did it. With a faint pink glow that ran along his weapon and along his arm before spreading across his body, his shield was replenished.
"We should go." He then said, his voice a little hoarse, as if he had been shouting quite a lot. And maybe he had been, during his frenzy of attacks. He couldn't honestly remember.
When he looked at his teammates, there was no comfort to be had. All he saw were people who would turn on him in a heartbeat if they knew.
HP: 69 (infected) Healing for : 15 Charge: 0/3
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Moon Hunter +3 def + 20 extra HP Melee weapons are super effective against ARMOURED type infected, do double damage on this type!
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 6:42 am
: Roland was only paying half attention to things around him, it was all starting to blur together. He noticed Rep, an antidote and it gave him some hope that everything would be okay. That the people they saved would live to see another day.
Jordan on the other hand brought his attention crashing down as he grew cold and distant in only a few words. "Jordan.... that Giggler nearly killed Shu, Ace, and you, I'm not letting you go-" And just like that Jordan was storming off. Moving away without saying another word. Roland could only stare for a moment at the other hunters back before grabbing his gear again. He paused to pull a spare scarf, tossing his old one aside. He also grabbed a set of Barrier daggers, if anything else tried that exploding trick he was going to make damn sure it was contained.
Turning towards the exit he started off after Jordan, Sylvia wasn't summoned yet, his own light pointed low as he followed the taller hunter.
Roland Stats:
HP: 60/60 Buff: Intermediate Moon HP Cap +10 and auto +2 Defense Rolls Charges 0/3 Weapon: Nimble Scythe - Double damage to speed types Gear: 1 Flash Light, Barrier Daggers
ENEMY None atm....Hopefully Not Jordan
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 6:46 am
Horace paused for a moment, thinking. He wasn't much of a fortifying, but it wouldn't hurt to stop by the camp before running off into the wilds of the mall again. "Whatever you think might be a good idea, Lex, I-" Nora popped out of seemingly nowhere, looking just as grimy as them, but with a bigger weapon. Everyone had bigger weapons than Horace. He sighed and then tacked on a charming grin.
"Got separated? We've always got room for more variety in this sausage fest." He gestured to the three of them, all males. Then Tommy shook his wet hair like a dog and Horace groaned. "Ugh," he said, dramatically. "I see a bad moon rising, trouble's on the way~" While he was partial to a nice a**, Horace tended to only want one a**, which was not present and would not be present for sometime. He rolled his shoulders uncomfortably, fighting the urge to touch his chest.
Instead, he settled for crossing his arms, obscuring the glow-in-the-dark text of his shirt. "There's certainly a lot more than Rep is telling us. And I just... got a bad feeling about all of this. Something feels off. Anyway, I think stopping by the other base is a good idea - then heading out to pick up more civilians or take out more of the infected. Damage control." HE started to say something else, then soemthing caught his eye. Jordan was just... leaving, without backup, heading off in the unknowns of the mall. Strange.
"Jordan-" he called out. Where was he going alone? The hunter knew better, was, in fact, one of the most sensible menn he knew. He started forward, but another hunter had moveed too, one of the ones Jordan had been with before. That worked, Horace guessed. Two was acceptable, one was not. Still, he frowned before turning back to Tommy.
"Anyway I'm good to move out when you guys are - how's your shield, Hammertime?" He tilted his head at Nora. And then Horace slapped a rune on her anyway, for good measure. "What's your name, anyway?"
HP: 37/40 DMG: CHG: 0/3 TYPE HP: AUTO DMG: Status: itching to bash an infected's head in idk why
BUFFS: accuracy: -5 modifier to rolls (2/10 uses) speedy: x2 damage against speedy zombies
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jfc my phone freaked and did let me roll dice so HEAL FOR NORA
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 6:56 am
Joy wasn't sure how one went about explaining things without actually giving away the organization's secrets. But on the bright side it wasn't as if she knew enough about Deus to actually know any secret the organization might have, apart from its existence.
"Mebbe hunter's not the best word to have used," Joy grimaced, motioning for the other woman to stay close. "I'm more of a grunt, really. You know? Cheap labor? Preeeeetty low on the totem pole of authority and ******** going on?" there was a detectable undertone of resentment to her words because she certainly wasn't lying about her rank. "Plus, this is my first time being on the saving-people side instead of the being-saved camp so it ain't like I got any sort of point of reference."
The other woman mentioned the base camp and her intention of heading there and at that Joy had to consider her next move. On the one hand, hunters had to escort civilians to the rink. On the other hand, extra help was always a welcomed thing. But on another hand, the last thing civilians could stand was being in the vicinity of an infected hunter. But on yet another hand-
No. Bert's reedy voice was firm and Joy clearly needed someone to listen to.
"Look, Dok," Joy began, "I got huge respects for people who save other people. I don't know enough of the situation other than it's a massive s**t-storm of zombies or zombie-like things. Lemme take you to the PA guys and if they say you can stay, I'll personally make sure you get to the camp."
Horace got a cold-eyed glance as Jordan vanished into the damp darkness of the mall; he'd heard the younger man's voice, but Horace was dangerous too. They all were. Hazards, threats. No longer like him. Footsteps sounded behind him, and Ro's voice; Ro was following him in spite of what he'd said.
He tolerated that for long enough to get out of sight of the camp, turning down one of the branching hallways purposefully, as though he had a goal. He did have a goal -- it just wasn't a specific location. About halfway to the end lay a wide open space. Good. Perfect. He strode into the middle of it, then turned quickly, bringing his flashlight around and flicking the beam up right into Ro's eyes. "I know what you're doing," he said, low-voiced, calm, cold. Behind the flashlight, there was something wild in his eyes, something vicious. "You just want to corner me off where they can't see you. Get the ******** away. I'll defend myself."
He summoned; the swirl of metallic motes was sluggish, slower than usual. Distantly, he was aware that Ferros was upset and concerned. The sensation of his weapon's thoughts and feelings seemed very far away and irrelevant. That was wrong, wasn't it? They were close. He loved Ferros, could barely tell where his thoughts ended and the dragon's began, except that there was a thick wall in the way, a sensation that he would have called gelid were it a physical quality. But none of that seemed important. He needed to defend himself. He needed to fight them, all of them, bring them back into line. Make them more like himself. That was what he needed, and he could keep Ferros from desummoning until he'd done what he needed to do. He was strong enough to do that, knew the feeling of how it worked well enough.
Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 8:03 am
The petite girl curled up on her cot, holding her knees with both arms and rested her head on the patellas. Her hair was damp and a few strands stuck on her cheek, the ends dripping water. She looked quite different from usual, the deadpanned blank expression made her looked much older without the twin tails.
She was staring at people with a distant cold glance, as if she was from another world. At the end, they all left. Their words couldn't be trusted, she was alone again. How many times she needed to be hurt before she can finally believe nobody?
The Death hunter grabbed a flashlight from the supply and left the ice rank quietly, when there were arguments not far. She wanted to get new clothes, the blanket wasn't convenient to fight with her. Yes, fight - she had to knock them out before they attacked her. She was alone and that made her a vulnerable target, Shu believed she needed to protect herself when the announcement said some hunters were infected.
She might be one, she might not, but what's the difference? If they wanted to take her down, they would just do it. She promised she would stay alive, so there was no way she would allow herself to be killed there. Was it the glasses, she found her vision blurred, people's shape darkened and shifted to jagged silhouette, just like the creatures she fought against.
The ice rank wasn't safe, she made her decision to leave.
They would soon be all infected, and she won't be able to deal with a crowd of them, better be alone. And - if they came to her, she would take them down one-by-one.
She went into a boutique, she could tell it was once filled with pop music and young ladies, now it was dark and unkempt. The mannequins fell, with their fixed smiles. They had something that irritated her, her hammer landed at the middle and broke them into half. The beast warned her about the danger of making such a loud noise, but she smiled peacefully, satisfied with the shattered faces.
Leaping over the scraps, she went to the shelf for displaying sweaters. She held the small flashlight between her teeth and fiddled with the garment. She picked a dark grey oversized pullover, about one to two inches above her knees. It was not the normal color she would choose, her favourite were pastel hues or soft brown. Shu didn't understand her choice, she just felt it fitted with her mood.
Roaming around with a cold aloof expression, she wondered which way she should head for.
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Shu [INFECTED] HP: 50/50 Death Intermediate: 2d10-4 (usable 10 times) Weapon: Hammer - Melee ARMOURED/ LAUGHING: x2 damage
: Roland stood still his light shined at Jordan, not high enough to blind him, but it was enough to clearly show the hunters body as he stood his ground, weapon summoned and speaking plain madness.
It was true, they where out of sight, but again none of that was his planning, it was all the paranoia running rampant in the older suns head. Even with Ferros drawn Roland made no move to summon Sylvia.
"Jordan... if I wanted to fight you I would have summoned Sylvia and attacked with your back turned. I'm not going to do that. I'm here to make sure you don't get hurt out here alone. You nearly died earlier remember? I called for help and made sure we all got out of there. I'm not your enemy I'm your friend and you know that."
<< Look at his hand... >> the whisper of his weapon was startled, disturbed even. Sure enough Jordan's hand had black thick veins filled with corruption.
"Jordan, we can fix this. We're strong enough to fight it, just come back to base and we can talk to Rep or Harrison about getting you something to stop... what ever the hell it is that's gotten into you. Just please don't swing Ferros at me." He slowly held his empty hand into the air in plain sight slowly moving the flash light hand up as well, no weapon summoned, just a flash light and a very tiny looking mist compared to the size of Ferros
Roland Stats:
HP: 60/60 Buff: Intermediate Moon HP Cap +10 and auto +2 Defense Rolls Charges 0/3 Weapon: Nimble Scythe - Double damage to speed types Gear: 1 Flash Light, Barrier Daggers
ENEMYA very stupid Jordan neutral Bad boy.
Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 8:16 am
"Grunt work?" Hope could've laughed if this had been a normal situation. She felt a pang of sympathy for the woman. Her own life was full of grunt work - grunt work and studying. One day, though, Hope would succeed and then she'd be the one protecting others, helping them. There was no such thing as modern prince that saved princesses from dragons, but she'd always thought a doctor was close. "As far as saving, I guess you''re not doing a bad job, though it would be best to keep moving, probably."
Still, she looked a little uncomfortable as the 'Doc' nickname. "I'm not a doctor... yet, sort of. Med student. Still able to patch people up!" She'd be a doctor if med school didn't kill her first. Which it might. Before her first big test, she'd stayed up so many hours studying that she had hallucinated purple elephants telling her the answers. Hope had still passed the test with flying colors. This dreary, frightening mall could use some nice purple, hallucinated elephants. Unfortunately, Hope knew she wasn't just imagining the current sitaution. She had pinched the inside of her elbow multiple times, too.
"Alright, take me to your leader." Hope had always wanted to use that phrase. She wasn't really happy with that sort of ultimatum, but did she even have a choice? "Maybe I can help out there instead - bandage people before they leave or something. Lead on, hunter of, uh, probably not-deer." From her voice it was clear she was dissatisfied, but Hope wasn't going to argue it further. What if Joy decided to knock her out and drag her wherever she pleased?
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"You were going to abandon me. Maybe not now, but you would. Will. Have." Jordan's tone stayed firm and cool, the same tone he fell into when making decisions on a mission; but what he was saying was jarringly different from his usual level-headed calm. "They're infected. You're infected. You're all infected. I can't let you drag me back and drag me down." He smiled, a smile that had a little too much tooth in it. "I'm not blind. There aren't enough antidotes for everyone."
He shifted from foot to foot, settled into a fighting stance. "We've been friends, Ro," he said, and it would have sounded reasonable if not for what he'd just said, if not for the crawling blackness slowly spreading across his hand, the look in his eyes. "Leave. Leave and let me do my job and I won't have to do this."
