She felt the paranoia come over her like a thick, iron curtain. It weighed down on every piece of her. Sasha's thoughts were twisted, her emotions were tangled, her physical self was heavy and cold.
Something moved out of the corner of her eye. She turned to face it, and what was waiting for her was like nothing she'd ever seen before. A woman-shaped thing with giant snakes for hands was lashing hungrily about, and Sasha gave a twist of her hands. Nona's staff came apart at the middle, each hilt connected by a retractable chain - and Sasha lashed out, landing a quick glancing blow.
HP: 30/60 DMG: 4 TAR: Cee CHG: 1/3
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She can't recognize friend from foe, and everyone to her looks terrifying. There is no hunger however, just paranoia, an extreme case of it. She has half her HP and can attack as per usual. If she does more than 10 damage in a single turn, anyone surrounding her also contracts that paranoia (can't tell friend from foe/ everyone looks like a terrifying enemy), at half health. If anyone with the virus reaches 0 HP, they can be KO'ed to be treated the same way. Anyone who contracts the virus also spreads it by dealing more than 10 damage in a single turn.
Anyone with this strain of virus should post that they have the paranoia virus in bold goldenrod + in ooc below list its effects! This virus cannot overlap with the existing one.
Milo was both pretty glad that Mimsy hadn't really noticed him but at the same time was feeling really bad that Lucky was sort of being used as bait. Poor guy was being attacked on two - three? fronts which only seemed like it could lead to a worse situation (4 against 1 and not in Milo's favor). It would buy the Sun a little more time to knock them out, maybe... hopefully with the three of them going after another target but honestly how long was that going to last?
Milo would try anyways and after a quick jump back from that ejection of black blood from Mimsy, which seemed pretty gross but... probably came with the job as usual (try not to think about it. Try not to step in it!), he pushed himself forward once more and slammed the blunt end of Koume into the zombied Hunter. It was a little hope that it could also pry her off Lucky in the process besides just... well, knock her out.
"Back off b***h!" Cee hissed, her whips becoming wild and unfocused. The wide arching lashes were easy enough to avoid.
In the back of her mind was a whisper, it sounded like Snap, urging her along but the weight of the weapon on her, the familiar pressure, was tight and restraining. Her whips stopped, dropping to the floor and disappearing in a flash. Concetta's hands buried in her hair in distress and she tossed her head. "No ********... STOP!"
She knew it. Snap wanted to kill her. Crush her under it's will. And this b***h, Sasha, was just here to usurp her position. Whatever role she'd found herself in, she knew this pretty, waifish, deadly thing was going to take it from her.
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Target: Sasha HP: 11 Dmg: MISS Charge: 2/3
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 1:35 pm
Arorangi was still searching for Lydia and Oliver, his heart pounding, his dreadlocks whipping across his shoulders as he turned this way and that. He'd lost them in the confusion and now, as he jogged past the paranoid and the hungry and the bemused, he felt marginally less than reassured.
"Oliver!" he shouted above the din, one large, tattooed hand cupped around his mouth to amplify his voice, the other grasping his spear tightly. "Lydia! Where are you? Little bird, aroha!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 1:45 pm
Ian had little idea what was going on, but he had kept a vice-like grip on Shiloh's hand for the entire time, refusing point blank to be separated from him. And that, of course, turned out to be a good thing, since all hell broke loose almost as soon as the lights came back on, and Ian readjusted his grasp, loosening his fingers just enough so that he could lace them tightly with Shiloh's, interlocking together.
"This is one big ******** of a party," Ian said, casting a glance at his boyfriend, in what was supposed to be an attempt at humor but came out sounding somewhat strained instead.
His dagger was held in his free hand, Ian already tensed and ready just in case anything happened (which, considering where they were and what they were, was more a matter of time than anything else). Naomi was quiet in his head, but he could feel her there, a silent reassurance.
"Stay close to me," Ian said to Shiloh, leaning to press a quick and fleeting kiss to his temple. "Don't go out of my sight, okay?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 1:49 pm
He'd lost sight of Harland.
In the chaos, in the insanity, in the sheer, ridiculous pandemonium that had started to rage around them, Alistaire had been too focused on just breathing and himself than anything else - and now he was standing alone, while people collapsed around him, and a thrill of panic raced up his spine.
He'd tied Harland's bandanna around the lower half of his face, which was helping more than he'd thought it would, and now, with his knives summoned and clenched in his hands, Alistaire was threading his way through the crowds and the screaming, yelling, fainting, attacking, and chaotic people in an attempt to find the one person he actually was concerned about.
He could have denied it, or made excuses, but time was of the essence, and telling himself that he was not terrified for Harland's life would have been both a lie and a waste of time, and so he decided not to bother with it. Grimshaw thought he was being foolish, and maybe he was, but Alistaire merely gritted his teeth together and kept moving.
"Harland!" he snapped out, forgetting, in his haste and his worry, to call him by his last name, as he always had. "Harland Leander Belle where the ******** are you."
In the mist of zombies, decontaminate tests, and power problems, fighting had broken out. At first the target were the infected hunters and their crazed actions driven by a foaming-mother hunger. However, as Melvin kept to the wall where Jordan had told him to stay, Melvin started to notice that the fighting to infected hunters blurred to neater hunters who could still say full sentences and soon, in no time at all, there were hunters fighting each other.
While Rep yelling or his own problems weren't new, this loudly in public was different. Jordan had already admitted that they strive to keep their relationship troubles private - and this was far from private. While he could say the break up finally lead to the worst time to dry out your dirty laundry, he could feel that this wasn't it. They wouldn't be fighting this hard and actually hitting this hard with weapons. Two had his temper, but Harrison was in moon and Jordan was a private person. This wasn't normal.
He stepped in place a moment, looking around for anyone more qualified to handle this to do something, but thing were crazy and there seemed to be other hunter fights happening all around. Like a dog told to stay before his owner was attacked, Melvin stayed for just a moment before he headed over and summoned Saliva.
The shouting continued and Melvin was alarmed at what was being shouted. Knocking reason out of Rep was a no go, but maybe Jordan was a good target. He moved and fired at the Sun, "Hey, what is wrong sigh you. We have more serious problems to deal with than you guys and your relationship. You guys live each other. Stop hurting. Each other at such a dangerous time. We're jn some deep s**t right now and we need you guys to be in your toes."
He needed them to be good hunters because if it came to them relying in him, they really would be dead.
HP: 50/50 Dmg: 5 Target: Jordan Charge: 1/3
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Hittin in yer man.
xToshihiko Two
Proxlixity
Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 2:22 pm
-- NOAH IS AFFLICTED WITH THE PARANOIA VIRUS --
A kind of shiver passed over Noah. It was like he had blinked, except that now the faces of everyone around him had gone cruel and unfamiliar, mocking and cold. Had it really been like that all along? It had, hadn't it? That was how it always went. He wished they'd waited till he was somewhere where he could get away more easily.
He backed slowly away from the cluster of people who he'd started to really think were his friends. He'd just go, silently, before they noticed.
HP: 18/40
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He can't recognize friend from foe, and everyone to him looks terrifying. There is no hunger however, just paranoia, an extreme case of it. He has half his HP and can attack as per usual. If he does more than 10 damage in a single turn, anyone surrounding him also contracts that paranoia (can't tell friend from foe/ everyone looks like a terrifying enemy), at half health. If anyone with the virus reaches 0 HP, they can be KO'ed to be treated the same way. Anyone who contracts the virus also spreads it by dealing more than 10 damage in a single turn.
Anyone with this strain of virus should post that they have the paranoia virus in bold goldenrod + in ooc below list its effects! This virus cannot overlap with the existing one.
Rep and Harrison were down, but was there even a vaccine for this beyond knocking someone out? Harrison had done something before Cee had gone off the rails and took him out. Cee and Jordan were obviously affected...or even infected. Sasha was pretty much as usual. Noah and Peyton though...
It was hard to tell.
America gazed carefully at her friend and battle partner, her Sun wife, and raised Stryker just in case. To Kostya, she called out, "Put up a defense, this might be spreading faster than we can contain."
HP: 60 Defending: Kostya for 5 Charge:
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 1Total: 6 (2-20)
Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 2:29 pm
-- KOSTYA IS INFECTED WITH THE PARANOIA VIRUS --
He was familiar with the sensation of being not at all at home in his own mind, but it usually came in waves that were manageable (except, of course, for the dreams) -- but this was different. This was the sensation of other taking control, weaving around his limbs and heart, constricting until there was no barriers to keep it out. Kostya was something else, now, and the something else saw nothing but enemies everywhere.
America tried to speak to him, but it hardly mattered. Her shadow grew long and her face grew pale, and her eyes flickered with the tell-tale red he'd seen not so long ago.
Kostya readied Syntax's barrel at Stryker and fired, lip curled. "Do not," he said, "bother."
His eyes darted around with an intensity they rare held, focused and razor sharp, fixating on each person (target, threat) with a fury that mounted exponentially. They caught on a particular family, full of traitorous abandoners.
They were a much larger threat than her.
"I am having business to attend to," Kostya hissed, and stalked towards an unconscious Mimsy-- and her faithful follower, Robert.
hp// 25 dmg// 0 target// america charge// 1/3
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He can't recognize friend from foe, and everyone to him looks terrifying. There is no hunger however, just paranoia, an extreme case of it. He has half his HP and can attack as per usual. If he does more than 10 damage in a single turn, anyone surrounding him also contracts that paranoia (can't tell friend from foe/ everyone looks like a terrifying enemy), at half health. If anyone with the virus reaches 0 HP, they can be KO'ed to be treated the same way. Anyone who contracts the virus also spreads it by dealing more than 10 damage in a single turn.
Anyone with this strain of virus should post that they have the paranoia virus in bold goldenrod + in ooc below list its effects! This virus cannot overlap with the existing one.
Jordan stumbled as the shot slammed into him, turned to see Melvin aiming at him, shouting at him. He took a step forward, coldly furious, something unhinged in his eyes. "I know you'd rather I'd died, but now you're going to do it yourself?" he hissed. He raised Ferros.
No, Ferros said, and desummoned himself. You must stop.
HP: 18/60 Dmg: nope Target: Melvin Charge: 0/3
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He can't recognize friend from foe, and everyone to him looks terrifying. There is no hunger however, just paranoia, an extreme case of it. He has half his HP and can attack as per usual. If he does more than 10 damage in a single turn, anyone surrounding him also contracts that paranoia (can't tell friend from foe/ everyone looks like a terrifying enemy), at half health. If anyone with the virus reaches 0 HP, they can be KO'ed to be treated the same way. Anyone who contracts the virus also spreads it by dealing more than 10 damage in a single turn.
Anyone with this strain of virus should post that they have the paranoia virus in bold goldenrod + in ooc below list its effects! This virus cannot overlap with the existing one.
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Beejoux
MoonKitsune
Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 2:50 pm
America paled at the words, the barely missed shot. Her eyes darted around, looking for a familiar face that had not been made strange and violent and failed. Jaw tight, America desummoned Stryker, turned, and ran from the fray, seeking out a place to hide.
In the stairwell between floor 1 and 2, she crouched around a corner and fired off several texts, hoping the reception would work for once.
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Text to: Allan quarantine mission is SNAFU need containment asap
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Text to: Edith quarantine mission is SNAFU need containment asap
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Text to: Caelius YOU ARE THE WORST ******** LEADER HELP US FOR ONCE
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Text to: the cutest nerd i know help
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Kostya watched America flee, and all he could think was good. But she didn't hold his attention for long; from a distance, he fired a warning shot at Robert, teeth bared.
The enemy. The ruiner. The downfall. It had all been planned from the very beginning. It had broken him, and now Kostya wanted to break, in turn.
(Someone else, living in his skin, guiding his hand, controlling this thoughts: Kostya knew, innately, but it didn't matter. The longer he stayed this way, the fuzzier the knowledge got, until there was only fear and fury and hurt. Nothing else.)
"You should pay," he said, quietly to him, and braced himself for another swing.
hp// 25 dmg// 1 target// robert charge// 2/3
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sorry kostya's cray beware
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He can't recognize friend from foe, and everyone to him looks terrifying. There is no hunger however, just paranoia, an extreme case of it. He has half his HP and can attack as per usual. If he does more than 10 damage in a single turn, anyone surrounding him also contracts that paranoia (can't tell friend from foe/ everyone looks like a terrifying enemy), at half health. If anyone with the virus reaches 0 HP, they can be KO'ed to be treated the same way. Anyone who contracts the virus also spreads it by dealing more than 10 damage in a single turn.
Anyone with this strain of virus should post that they have the paranoia virus in bold goldenrod + in ooc below list its effects! This virus cannot overlap with the existing one.
Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 2:56 pm
There was quite a lot of very crass fighting going on.
Lawr went to find himself somewhere quieter to stand.
Harrison and Rep had slumped to the ground and Melvin's eyes went wide.
"...no." Not the others. What if - all those attacks and - they could be...
His mind went to a warm room and a metal stove. To lady goodbyes to the physical. To arms that held and lips that smiled back at him. To hair that would easily singe in the flames.
Ashes to ashes.
He made a motion towards Rep and Harrison but stopped when Jordan turned on him.
"No! Why would I want anyone dead? You know I would never want that. You - you know ..." He paused as his voice tried to betray his minds safety if denial and comforting reason. That those who would return could not be dead.
"I don't want to wait for you guys too. Jordan - Jordan!" He shouted when the weapon was raised and stepped back, glad to see the weapon desummoned. Jordan must have realized he wasn't that enemy.
"I don't want to wait for more people. I can't do more. We need to check on them. They might be.." He caught himself. "...really hurt."
He rose his weapon when Jordan didn't seem like he was listening. "Just ..,I think something is wrong with you. "
"I don't want you to go down. Please, help me. Okay?"
He wants to kill you. You need to fire to make him tired. He will hit you."
"I'm sorry I left the wall." He whispered and pulled the trigger.
