s**t started go go down hill again. He pushed himself out of the surf, dripping water as the mob over took Rep. There was a pause and then something took his place. She was horrible and gorgeous at the same time, and he thought he recognized her. He thought something about her reminded him of a dream, a nightmare he'd once been a part of. He sprinted after everyone back to the courtyard, in time to hear sometime scream the name.
Morgana.
Something pounded in his chest. A hunger that was deep, and consuming, and old. It crept into his limbs, under his skin and consumed him. He grinned, letting this hunger consume him, letting this rage eat him up. Deep down, he loved this rage. He wanted it. He needed it. She was giving it to him, and oh yes was he going to take it. He reached out for and latched on to it.
His eyes flared bright read, his face split in a cheshire grin. Let the destruction begin.
[ Status: RED EYES ] [ HP: 30/30 ]
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 4:23 pm
CHANCE - BEACH
The blood was making him nauseated, but Chance's grip was still like iron around Otto's waist as he twisted sideways. He kept one arm where it was, and lifted the other to reach for one of Otto's wrists, trying to loosen his grip on Maebe's hair and vice versa.
"You both have very nice hair, no sense in ruining it, now."
Something set him off. Either Maebe pulling his hair, or Chance trying to break them up so damn calmly. He snapped. His red eyes flared, and he growled a gutteral noise that would have scared a lion.
He kicked Chance away, and dove at Maebe, shoving her to the ground. He grabbed her head in both hands and slammed it into the sand. Holding her head firm in place, he then began punching her in the face...
Over
and over
and over again.
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Otto HP 18 Target: Maebe Damage: 18 Virus: 0
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kuuropii
Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 4:39 pm
No amount of red eye was going to stop Maebe from doubling over and falling to the ground when someone was punching her moneymaker. It didn't matter that it was Otto.
Her face was in jeopardy.
She crumbled to the ground, putting her hands up in front of her face and protecting it. She didn't care what happened to her. Just not the face, Otto.
bittiface
kuuropii
medigel
last one from me she's out - just had to share
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Maebe: HP: 2 Red Eye Infection Taylor Swift Song Mode Activated
I remember when we broke up the first time Saying, "This is it, I've had enough," 'cause like You let a guy bone you in the butt, and then Then you said you needed space. (What?) Then you come around again and say "Baby, I miss you but relationships are bad for us, let's just bang." Remember how that lasted for a day?
We are never ever ever getting back together, We are never ever ever getting back together, You go punch me in the face, I go bite you back But we are never ever ever ever getting back together
The infection had never been staved off by things of a more pure nature, namely the prioritization of love and protection, so the sense of vindication that Mimsy experienced over being right about Rep was easily overtaken.
Not even the strength that Alice had just instilled within her of believing that she would not be doomed to succumb to destruction could match it - as she was overcome by the need to bite and tear and destroy, it was like a switch flipped within her, returning her to a state she once occupied. Something before Alice, before Robert, before anyone taught her that she was anything but this.
Something that had been sleeping for too long, awaking to discover that she'd been starved of sustenance for too long. Red eyes flickered almost immediately in Robert's direction, alerted to his presence by his hand. There were other options, other bodies milling around them, some of which might have been less of a challenge to destroy and consume. There were others, but this was hers.
And he looked delicious.
A wide, toothy smile crookedly curled across her face, one hand curling around her weapon of choice once more. As she slid the scissors out of her pocket, she took a step back, examined him, and licked her lips.
Then she leapt at him, crying out in frustration when it was instantly evident that the scissors missed their mark, and clung to him instead in an effort to drag him down with her.
xNio Love
Virus: Red Eye Infected HP: 30
Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 4:44 pm
[Dorms --> Courtyard]
There were a great many things that had happened to Nellie while she was in her dorm room with Cain, from the freshly severed arm that came crashing through her window to the vines that surrounded and trapped her indoors to losing all sense of who she was when the vines receded and allowed her free movement once again. She was making her way through the debris to the courtyard when she was suddenly cured of the infection which made her pause in mid-step.
Just what exactly was going on here?
Spotting Horace in the distance, she started towards him, waving to try to get his attention amidst the chaos that was still going on around them. "Horace! What happened?"
He dived for the pair of them, Chance ducking over Maebe and seizing the hand that was holding her down, attempting to wrench it away from ******** ******** ******** class="quote">
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Virus Counter: 24 HP: 35
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 4:46 pm
[ Courtyard - Ever ]
Their wrestling might have gone on for quite a while, left to their own devices: Zeke out of his mind and Ever, at this point, furious. They were still tangled together as something grew in the distance, dark and evil -- and a clarity came over them both, washing away the touch of infection they had.
Ever was left blinking, arm still across Zeke's throat and head throbbing where his hair had been pulled just a bit too hard, considering the idea that it might be time for a haircut. He worked his mouth, frowning and sitting back slowly, his eyes tracking the fight in the distance.
One minute Oliver was about to say something about the it and the her, and the next he had lost all sense of himself. His eyes were a gruesome match for the blood drying on his cheeks as he attacked Horace from behind. This time it was no weak punch, he full out tackled his friend with all the rage-powered force he could muster.
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Attacking Horace: 13
HP: 30 Virus: Red Eye
Stage 1: 1- 25: Your character feels sick and feverish but they can still function. Occasionally, they hear brief words that do not seem to exist.
Otto's red gaze focused now on Chance, who had continually gotten in his way of making the squirming mess called Maebe die.
He snarled, his lip curling as he now turned his fists on Chance. Or at least, he tried. Chance had him in a grip he wasn't able to shake off right away. He struggled trying to pull away and even swing at him, but kept grabbing at only air.
The body in question did not immediately answer, but upon being prodded in the hand with a dagger it twitched and turned to look at her with bleary eyes and an expression of 'just get it over with'. There was no end to this day.
A series of sharp cracks and explosions echoed across the island. Red lighting was snaking through the sky like a bad omen. It was as if his body was beyond his control - he turned to look. In the distance, a dark shape rose up from behind the walls of the complex of buildings they called home, radiating power, and -
It was at the moment he recognized it that his thoughts ceased and destruction took hold of his broken body.
It would have taken anyone by surprise to see someone that injured move that fast. A bloody, bandaged hand reached out and grabbed Shu's wrist in an iron grip, twisted it, and pushed the dagger straight into her leg with a snarl.
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HP: 30 (IT'S A GOD DAMN MIRACLE) counter: RED EYES runic torch (spent) runic bandages (USED runic trapping gun (USED)
DMG: 4
Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 5:00 pm
[ Courtyard - Zeke ]
Things had been starting to go a little grey around the edges thanks to the hold Ever'd had around his neck, but with the return of self there was also the return of oxygen, and the Mist sucked in a great big lungful before things pulled painfully on badly burned skin and his breath wheezed out in a long, agonized hiss.
It had hurt before, and that'd been before the extra abuse thanks to the in-fighting. Now his entire body felt like nothing but exposed, raw nerve endings, throbbing painfully. He just slumped backwards, probably onto Ever's legs, and kept his teeth clenched around a plethora of colorful adjectives. For a long moment he lay there, not moving, barely breathing, face pinched in obvious pain.
Then, very carefully, he opened his eyes into slits to look up at the blonde. "Little too rough." It was a pained croak, but a thread of humor had leaked into it, followed by the barest twitch of his lips.
"Are you okay?" Everything was sort of a blur, but he he was pretty sure he'd gotten a handful of blonde hair and used it as a handle in a very not nice way just a moment before.
He'd at least managed to turn Otto's attention away from Maebe, but that meant that Otto's eyes were now focused on Chance, and this was probably not the best idea that he'd ever had. Still, Chance wasn't about to get pissed at Otto just because he was possessed.
He squeezed his wrist and tried to pry him away.
"Otto, seriously, I know you're like, you know, not yourself, but I swear if you get more blood on me I may just take back my offer of treating you to dessert later."
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