Solia was stuck. On one had, the man that was the lead of her division was telling her to fight- to kill. On the other hand, Bix, Bix, the sun who kindly helped her learn for to even hold her bow, to hold Israfel, was gone. Dead. She's watched him go down, taking no action, taking no initiative. This was not what she signed up for, this is not what she wanted.
Hunters were fighting hunters, and looking at them- North Dakota and Reptar. They were having words and attacking and getting everyone dragged in and just- Solia. You must make your own choice. Step from the circle.
"Mr. Rainstar!" A hand on her hip as the other held her bow of her should as she walked over. Walk don't run. "I better not see you killing anyone you hear me? I- I-" Cheeks puffed out at him. "If kill any of the other hunters our date is so off you hear me? And you brutes!" Her stare and glare turned on the others in the tiff. "You all- AUGH. You're worse than two pro-whatever blogs fighting with each other and then resorting to gif wars!" A groan of frustration from the tiny trainee. "Okay. I'm yelly. Sorry, but this is ******** redic. I don't have the slightest idea how to fix this but- My starting point? The halloweeners." She was new, she had no right to yell, to chide. Yet she still did.
"I'm going to try and find answers while we have time. I have a few questions but god- just. Okay. Okay we are cool. One, why are they so focused on that barrier? Two, How did they get that cure stuff? Three- What is it and how might it be applied to hunters? Look at what it changed- The weapon. The weapon took over the hunters, so why are we focused to harm the body of the hunter?"
She puffed up. "I am going to interject 2 cents and ******** this internal war buggery okay? Because I so did not sign up for this bull s**t."
Name: Solia Delacroix Faction: Hunter HP: 40 Fear: 100% Insanity: 35% Visual Reference: she's 5 foot brown hair/eyes, ruffled blouse, skinny jeans+heels. Her weapon is a silver/blue long bow with a familiar blue rose at one end. (Israfel). TUMBLR JUSTICE MODE ACTIVE Inventory:
Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 3:11 pm
Deryk was getting some mixed messages from the other. Dakota was more willing to work with the traitors while Ryan was calling for their blood. Who was right? Then again... the healing items. They all didn't work. Ryan and the others said so. After giving Harrison a look, he took a step back, clutching his head for a moment. Ceres was being attacked again. Strike down the offender?
Oh. And Rep had a lizard friend now too. A student? Strike down the helper? But he didn't like fighting students. What about the others defending him? Too many things were going on.
WHATDOIDOAAAAARRGGG
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Name: Deryk Bond HP: 30 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity: 60% Damage: Charge: 0/3 - 0/2 Items: 2 bandages RP Blurb: Death trainee with a hidden blade. Missing one finger.
Though attacking the infected students (and hunters?) seemed to be the right solution, Thackery couldn't bring himself to do it. What if something went wrong? What if he managed to land the final necessary blow, and messed up? What if he killed someone?
His stomach churned. He couldn't make himself move, knees still firmly locked as he hugged them to his chest, shaky fingers drumming against the stiff fabric of his pants.
And then he noticed Arel. Arel. His shoulders stiffened and he realized he was growling at the secretary, more infuriated by his appearance out of the fog than the disappearance of several students into the fog. Alarmed by his reaction, he took a deep breath, reminding himself that this wasn't the situation to act this way. Really, he hadn't even seen any keys here, so...
His Icy Nemesis did seem to be helping the lost students, one by one. Bitterly, Thackery wondered why he had never used his magic vial of glowy stuff on the others who were infected with Insanity. Maybe they wouldn't even be here in the first place, if he'd just been a little more proactive.
When Arel froze too, he frowned, confused. Had he seen someone he didn't like? Something bad? No matter how hard he craned and squinted, he couldn't see anything there - just the fog, shifting ominously into spikes and obstacles around something. Shun managed to get the vial from Arel, but the fog still remained, preventing him from helping who needed it. Sitting passively didn't feel like an option anymore. If it was trying to trap them in there...he didn't want to think of its reasoning. Nothing the fog or Insanity or anything surrounding it made any sense to him most of the time. It did terrible things. Hurtful things.
Finally rising, he made his way through the fray to reach the volatile barrier, lunging to try to connect with it. Somehow. How did someone even fight fog?
Apparently not very well, if at all. When he pulled away, it seemed just as thick, relentlessly guarding whoever was inside. Admirable job, he had to admit.
Target: Barrier DMG: 2 Barrier HP: 90
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Name: Thackery HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: 1 Pumpkin Pill, 1 Runic Bandage, 1 Corrupted Runic Bandage RP Blurb: 5'6" Y3 Cerberus who has clearly been crying but will not admit that. Dressed in his very practical Fright Night clothing (center).
A sharp hiss was the first thing that managed to leave Mitsu's mouth. Her face twisted in the pain she felt as Shun's dagger managed to pierce her back this time. Stumbling back she gripped Shun's arm while she tried to retain her balance. Well, if her attempt was any indication it wasn't his fault, her own attack had sent her flying back it was just....how did they end up continuing to hurt each other.
Content to give up for now Mitsu tried to summon up her fear. Her shadow rose up off the ground and surrounded Shun hoping to fix some of the damage she had inflicted on him. He would probably have told her to heal herself but he was more useful to everyone here.
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Name: Mitsu Lupus HP: 22 / 50 FEAR Strength: 85% <Insanity Strength: 0% Fear: Level 2 The Chill Target: Shun Healing for: 15 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.
Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 3:50 pm
Shun furrowed his brow as he saw the shadow rise up around him briefly, soothing some of the dull ache from being battered around here and there.
"You should have healed yourself.." he uttered, just as she predicted. He really didn't see himself as more useful than she was. After all, he just cut her down twice. He had an inkling it had to do with the barrier still, but that wasn't much of an excuse in his opinion.
Holding her steady, he let out a breath while staring at the foggy barrier surrounding the fallen Petro. The vial was stored away safely.. for now. But as it stood, he wasn't so willing to try striking the thing again. Not at the moment at least. And so he just stood by without his weapons summoned. Actually, a part of him wondered if he should try to pick off some of the hunters as they were fighting among themselves. Hmmm...
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Name: Shun Kuroda HP: 32 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.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 4:17 pm
Ceres was not a shadow! She was--is a human being, trapped in the grasp of insanity. For all these people to call her a monster, and call for her death.. it was unforgivable! Orders or not, they acted like mere puppets, obeying their masters commands when they barked out their orders. Kat believed she would always follow orders--no questions asked. But when they were told to turn on their own allies--no. She had to draw a line somewhere, and it was here.
:Kat! Stop! Anymore and-:
"How am knowing you are not also?"
What did he mean by that? She was not infected! Was she..?
Gasping, Kat dropped to the ground as Lucky cleaved through the remaining strength in her fear shield. No more did she have the strength to stand. She was tired.. oh so tired.
Ceres..please.. survive.
Can no longer be attacked / at 0 hp
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Name: Katherine Taylor HP: 0/50 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 40% Items: None RP Blurb: 5'6" and looks like this but has a small scar on the side of her face that goes all the way up the side of her cheek to her hairline
So much was happening in such a short amount of time.
Their mind was wheeling from all the emotions that were passing through them, all the feelings that were vibrating out of Ceres and causing Takeru's choices and judgements to be effected as such.
First...there was Marcus. His attack had hit home, causing them to hiss out in pain both from the actual attack on their shared body, and the one on Ceres's mind. If her face had been at all visible, it would show one of pure shock,betrayal, and anger. Marcus had really, really assumed that this was THEIR fault? That Ceres and Bix CHOSE this? He dare insinuate they were bad hunters all because of such a thing happening, when they were not even the ones in charge of their bodies now. His insult ran deep, a firm crack pushing through her very core at the idea of such.
She would never forgive him.
The next thing he knew, they were being attacked. Weapons from all around plunged into their misty self, causing him to grow frustrated while ceres screamed at Takeru to stop. Stop those thoughts... no, you may not attack! Stopping in is tracks, the insanity beast lifted open his maw, about to lunge once more at the ones growing close to him, only to stop mid action and stare, mouth still gaping. He has assumed those approaching were to hit him once more, attack.
First there was one, a blonde haired man with a weird thing on his nose, stepped aside and did nothing more but place himself in FRONT of them?
Ryan wha- Ceres stopped, knowing that at this point no one would be able to hear her.
The weird human seems to be standing before us. He stored, still watching the unfolding curiously. Only... soon OTHERS joined? It was not just people they knew either. There were a few familiar faces. Ryan, Kat, Dakota... She knew them well, she cared for them as friends. Deryk and Eva were two that even rang a bell, she had not had much interactions with the pair but she knew them enough to recoginize them on sight. The last two were more of a mystery to her, she saw them around Deus before sure... but, why were they adding to the defense line? She did not know them, really.
Why was ANYONE adding to their defense? Why...why are you helping me? Takeru wanted to ask the same thing, but chose to stay silent and watch the growing group with his yellowed eyes. They were a monster, a being formed from a mix of a hunter, halloween, and insanity. Why the hell would they decide to defend her in her current state? The question would have fired off at anyone whom could hear her, her shock forcing her silent for a briefest second.
That was when she heard the voices inside her mind, and if a kirin could frown...well. It sure was now. Mostly at the conversations at hand, butts and boobs. Wow we are really mature during a serious fight, aren't we? Somehow though, it also...comforted her to know they were still kind and not... too worried about things happening.
Can you hear me? She whispered at first, continuing on anyways. She took a mental deep breath... before she continued. DONT PROTECT ME! Takeru is in charge and i can not control what he does! Run away or something but DONT get close to me! Her voice pleaded, hoping the radio was two way so they would hear her as well...
"Shut up, Ceres. I like them protecting me." The kirins voice preened as the woman within felt his satisfaction with people looking up to him. Respecting him and defending HIM.
Takeru they are not defending you for your damn ego you ego-centrical PONY.
That was when the pair of them turned their gaze towards Bix... Catching the sight as he not only was slashed by the hunter with the red mane, but turned to stone... and vanished.
And anyone connected to Ceres by defending her, would hear a blood curtling scream.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO REP YOU a*****e HOW COULD YOU. She was not sure who could exactly hear her, either way she screamed anyways. Staring at where he once was she felt her mind slipping away. A sorrow bleeded into her mind, her conscious, causing her to grow silent as emotions spread rapidly through them. Bix... Bix was gone?
Takeru on the other hand, was suddenly hit with sorrow for a different reason.
Mina had defended them, attacked for them.
He might be a pompous douche at times... but he was loyal.
For that very reason, Takeru snorted his nostrils down at the hunters whom were defending him... and without another word, from either of them, they turned away and charged at the culprit.
(( IF I MISSED SOMETHING GUYS I AM SO SORRY its just a lot of reading @__@ trying to get all these feels into one post and not...have it be some huge TLDR text barf.... worse than now anyways.
also sorry this was rushed, Family is being buttheads irl too 8 ))
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 4:24 pm
Something snapped.
All those affected by Insanity could feel it, as if something, someone, had entered from a long, dark corridor to call for their attention. Someone was arriving, moving forward quickly, bringing one long hand closer to them-
- Severing the strings entirely as they fell to the ground and slowly regained themselves. For some it was a slower process still, confusion for the most part as they lost the reason as to why they were fighting. Home no longer sounded appealing, and the void it left there darker still.
Somewhere, a very small ice demon managed a light gurgle as whatever he was staring at finally disappeared: all he did for anyone within range was murmur the same words over and over again: don't hurt her... don't hurt her.. don't hurt her...
Somewhere else, two remaining figures, that of Petro and Ceres, found themselves called. Their body, the fog, the Insanity, was no longer just theirs but that of Home. As the fog around them, the barriers disassembled and retreated, they strained against their natural constraints, turning pale, paler.
And then palest still as both their figures solidified entirely, petrified. Frozen, pale eyes entirely dull. Not even the vial could save them any more.
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ALLPLAYERS:
- You have recovered half of your maximum health. Your INSANITY IS reset back to 10%. If you could hear the Insanity, you feel better now, though slightly guilty of your actions....
Lilwolfpard
Ceres has turned into STONE. She cannot move or speak, she is petrified. Feel free to post her Death Solo.
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Petro has turned into STONE. He cannot move or speak, he is petrified. Feel free to post his Death Solo.
Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 4:25 pm
Chaos.
Ultimately, it did not matter. Everyone was disposable after all. Hunters in the chaos consumed by Insanity, students struggling to fight what was inherently their own nature and undoing, cries, voices, confusion and ultimately loneliness. There was only one reason why. Everything was a predictable outcome, and those who did not understand it would simply, as always, fall underneath the power of those greater. The weak should only blame themselves for being so powerless.
- 'The dead calls to them, and she at the center.' His other laughed, in his mind only, the feeling of both excitement and anticipation. Front row seats to an inevitable clash. 'A simple push and all dissolves into chaos under her arms, a rare beauty in itself.'
All around them, the fog roared, different tones, sounds, screams, voices and yet all unified to a single source. There was only, always, one reason why. Circe remained steady, a low hum. Background noise. A challenge.
Everything else was insignificant. The fog hummed deeper now, began to burdgeon at it seams and then spin irregularily, forcing itself together, piece by piece, the lightest flash of colour, form, shape, perhaps creating or perhaps simply relinquishing.
He moved, quickly, weapon sweeping down, a challenge to the captor, the one who manipulated them throughout the chaos called this distorted realm their home. Everything else was insignificant. There was, after all, only one reason why.
The first breath brought pain and dust. It was a searing sensation, one that ran from her lungs to the tips of her fingers. The sensation wasn't limited to the physical senses; there was an ache inside, a loss that made her want to close her eyes and weep. But pride and instinct overrode the want, replacing the need with a hand that curled into a fist.
Red opened her eyes, taking a second breath as she surveyed her surroundings. Then she took another, and another. There was a queer absence of sound as she took in the roars of triumph and the anguished cries of those over the fallen. She pushed herself to her feet, shaking her head to clear it.
And yet -- she stilled, lips curling back into a snarl as her mind raced to catch up to the cacophony of sound, color, and scent. She recognized that particular blend of smells, one that brought her heart racing. Her hands curled into fists as she took a step, the action nearly bringing her back onto her knees.
Instinct kicked in; she shifted and regained her balance, standing as tall as she did in life. There was no time to waste on minor triumphs: she took a step. And another. And another again. Soon she was breaking into a run, looking nothing more than yet another boogeyman in the fog.
Those in the field wouldn't get a good look at her. Scent? Perhaps. The only thing apparent was her vivid cloak the same color as her name that seemed to snap and bite at those she nearly ran into, leaving behind a sting that didn't go away.
She didn't stop. At least, not until she took a flying leap at Caelius' back.
Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 4:28 pm
It was pitiful, her, that thing, visibly only through the wisps of thick quickly-dissipating black with the single red cloak. An emblem of a past legacy: perhaps for once he could thank Medea for her meddling, for drawing most of the Insanity away from the Red fragment.
In an instant the beast latched onto him, mist-formed claws gouging one shoulder, scrapes, as he shifted, disengaging, Circe humming loudly to move -
- The dissonance as both forces clashed was enough to push everyone within range a step back. The ground between them crackled, slightly, a single flash of bright blue clashing against a deep angry red. The fog flared up, swirling around them, covering the two in battle in a fine layer of mist, at best, reducing them to nothing but the icons they were.
The recoil was minimal compared to the sting of pride as the Death lead recovered first, moving forward, pushing relentlessly. Eliminate the source of the problem, finish the job. Already he was filing everything learned into neat stacks of information, sourced, compiled, substantial.
And yet, it wasn't to save the Hunters, nor those trapped in the web of Insanity, neither was it to benefit greatly benefit the development Deus Ex. When it came down to the fundamental reason, it was simply a challenge.
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CAELIUS CAN BE ATTACKED:
HP: ???/ ??? Passive ability: Anyone who nears him suffers the possibility of being potentially caught in his attacks. Roll a 6-sided dice. If odd, you character is paralyzed for that round (they cannot move) and cannot use further attacks. Make sure you post cumulative damage done to him in size 16 #00CCEE OOC font:
Back, back, back -- what the prideful saw as a retreat Red saw nothing more than a minor hop, a dance intended to place distance between herself and her opponent. That distance merely grew when a particular item manifested itself in her hands, one that was far too willing to lend its power to her. Bright, quick snaps of blue fire shot out to burn the path in front of Caelius.
Even as the Death Lead walked through the fire, the werewolf couldn't hide her grin. She couldn't wipe the smile off of her face even if she wanted to. The rush of Fear, the danger, the excitement -- she began to laugh and simply bask in the joys of being alive again as she continued to move back.
As the death leader leveled a stroke against her, the boogeyman darted forward and jumped, landing on his scythe and using it to jump up and over him. As she flew through the air, she couldn't resist throwing her head back and giving one quick howl:
"HALLOOOOOOOOOOOWEEEEN!"
And she was back on the ground again, weapon raised and already firing off yet another blast of hunter's fire.
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RED CAN BE ATTACKED:
HP: ???/ ??? Passive ability: Anyone who nears her suffers the the likelihood of becoming petrified by Insanity. Every time she is attacked, you will gain 10% Insanity. When you hit 70% you will turn into stone. When you hit this marker, post your death solo 'cause you can't move or attack. (Tho you do make a nice lawn ornament.) Make sure you post cumulative damage done to her in size 16 red OOC font:
- Attacks have been refreshed! - New targets have arrived! - Everyone recovers 50% of their maximum HP! - Insanity is reset back to 10% for those still alive! - Two bosses, two different passive abilities; read their posts and keep them in mind! - You are free to ignore either targets and PVP each other as well. Quote your targets. Remember you only have THREE TURNS this round.
Melvin wasn't sure to smile at Otto's grumbling, or hit him over the head for his sass. As it was, he did neither, and finally managed to pull out the med kit he had been searching for. It was a good thing his jacket had deep pockets.
Things were getting crazy and he wasn't sure how everyone would do. At least now he noticed who seemed to be the clear enemy, that of a red figure in a cloak and mist claws.
Opening the kit, he worked to help Otto out to get back on his feet, and for extra measure moved his hands aside before placing a bandaid on his injured nose. "There. Better?" He kept glancing over their shoulder, wary of the two figures fighting in the distance.
Name: Melvin HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 85% Insanity Strength: 40% Charges: 3/3 Items: 1 Med Kit, 2 Corrupted Runic Bandages RP Blurb: Sweater-wearing, tall, immaculate man with a red gun.
