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(( Maybe he sould stick to level 27 hydromancer spells? just a suggestion. Anyway sorry for my absence, had a goodfriend of mine stay over two nights and didn't get on alot...gonna take me a minute to think of something ))

Joesph moved into a secluded room. He sat down in a corner, SMG in his lap. He clicked a button on the side of his helmet holding it down. On his visor the entire scene he had just witnessed played again, and again, and again. Should I be trying diplomancy on some of these people? but would that be the best choice of action? I mean if I make allies with one group, the other will surly target me as I am most likely the weakest link... He sighed and shhok his head. All I know is if I'm gonna die, I'll take whoever the person is with me he thought. He rewinded the film and watched it again, taking note of the abilities of the combatants fighting.

By this time, Leyward was done vomiting and he sat back on his legs and wiped his mouth with part of his robe.
"I was able to get us safely away from them. I think that creepy guy in the room was draining our energy or something. I could sense a strong magic aura coming from him. I didn't want to wait around to see what would happen. And Im not a fan of unfair teams. Come on, its not safe out here. While you were unconscious I spotted that scarecrow thing on the other end of the courtyard. It seemed to be dragging more bodies or something. I don't want to stay here so he can spot us.....Chryseis, what the hell is going on here?" He stands up with a groan and puts one hand to his ribs. He reaches his other hand out to help Chryseis up. He gave a grin."Don't worry, we'll get them next time. Now lets go and see if we can find some help. Or somewhere safe."

Mr. Patches closed the door to the garden shed, forever silencing the cries of his two latest victims.
He thought to himself as he slowly shambled back towards the house, not noticing the two figures on the other side of the courtyard.
Hmmm....that makesss.....sssix...now...the one without fear....offered to help Mr. Patches....in exchange for the squirming oness fear....and that meansss...Mr. Patches hasss to...keep the squirming oness...alive. But Mr. Patches....hatesss...to keep them alive....they are lesssss annoying....when they're sssleeping....but.....maybe the one without fear..can help...Mr. Patches...return....Mr. Patches isssn't sure....Mr. Patches will have to think more about thisss...but Mr. Patches hatesss thinking....itsss much easssier to jusst make...them all sssleep....
He went back into the mansion and resumed wandering the long dark halls, his glowing red eyes seemingly floating in the darkness like two eerie candle flames.

(OoC due to most peoples activites during the weekdays, I believe the weekends will be our time to do most posting. So don't feel bad people if you don't post EVERY day.)

Wadsworth slid under the door into the room where Abomination #2 was lying in wait, limbo-ing under tripwires until he arrived at where Abomination was hiding. He poked where he assumed the beast's head was.

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Ignace hadn't joined the earlier battle because he wasn't entirely sure who was the good guy in that battle, but he was pretty sure that the guy with needle teeth and creepy eyes was bad. Just looking at the kid gave Ignace chills, though, and when he disappeared, Ignace jumped about a foot in the air.
"What the hell is this?"

[[Oh man I am terrible at getting 'him' correct in that last paragraph.]]

Joesph stopped, feet firmly planted, he blinked hard to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was. A scarescrow...A walking scarecrow...this is certainly a first He thought, never lowing his gun or looking away from the scarecrow, only for a ever to breif second to see the sickles it held in it's hands...or the branches that acted like hands atleast. The scarecrow wasn't stopping, and joesph wasn't sure wether it'd be friendly or hostile. He opened up a quick five round burst, aimed center of mass. The supressor hid the flash and normally all to audable roar it made.

As she knew Void didn't like to be bothered, Polly began walking around. As she once lived here, she knew where everything was, and headed to the servant rec room.

Joesph quickly slung the SMG onto his back, he wipped out his knife in his left hand holding it with the blade coming out the pinky side. His right hand pushed down on his pistol, pushing it down and out of the speacal holister. By doing this he cocked the gun and slid the saftey off, in one swift motion. He raised the pistol and let loos the chambered round + 8 round clip, aiming right for the scarecrow's head.

(( This ones been approved by Rita just not posted yet ))

A figure limped through the front door of the house, a duffle bag which clicked like metal hitting metal. The figure wore a black trenchcoat over it shoulders, a black hat, scarf, shoes, pants and gloves. The hat cast a shadow over the face, but if you could see through the shadow it was masked. The figure stopped and looked around, fabric rubbed on fabric as the figure. The hand that held the duffle bag shot open and the bag fell to the ground with a banging of metal. The figure dropped to it's knees and turned to the bag and opened it. It's movements seemed almost robotic, as if it wasn't used to it's body. It zipped open the bag and stuck it's hands into the bag. It slipped the gloves off, and slipped on new ones. It stood up, from the tips of the gloves gleamed ten, foot long razor blades, one for each finger and thumb. It shrugged the coat off and shook the hat and scarf off, it kicked off the shoes, and tore off the pants and shirt off. Underneath the figure had a bronze mask with blacked out eyeholes. series of designs went all around the mask, mostly what looked like leaves and ivy. The clothing it wore was a entire one peice outfit made of form fitting, a almost latex like outfit. It twitched it's fingers, the blades clicked togeather. This man, or rather what passed as a man had no heartbeat, nor a breath to be heard. The mad started walking forword, shifting his whole weight back and forth with each step to he waddled abit. This man was the most feared criminal in his world, a completly silent killer, known only as Altair the slasher.