Mot yelped as he was tugged down by Xiu. Whoops! Good save, Xiu. The taller Mot got to his feet after, sheepishly rubbing his neck. As usual, he was near useless in a combat environment.
Despite this, he'd try. If nothing else he would try.
Nodding to Xiu, Mot tried to be a little more on the aware side.
And then something slammed into him.
The reaper yelped comically and collided with the ground. Looking up as he felt a hand grip his arm, he realized...
It was a Boogeyman. And he was helping him up. And cast a healing spell. And. And And
Mot quietly fanboiled as the Boogeyman dashed away.
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Something nearly slams into you! It manages to pull itself up short, and you realize it's a boogeyman. They give you a quick look-over before throwing a spell at you. In a moment they dashed away. You feel better.
Kill? Caelius wanted them to kill the students? Whatever happened to simply capturing them? And as per usual, the Death Division Head didn't seem inclined on providing them any more information beyond that single order.
Eva grit her teeth together, grudgingly summoning Chara and spinning the staff so that the blade was pointing upwards. Her fingers curled tightly around the weapon, knuckles turning white as she looked around. Just how the hell was she supposed to choose who to attack? None of these students were being particularly aggressive towards them. In fact, most of them just looked ready to defend themselves, a perfectly natural response when they were suddenly being attacked.
Though of course, whether she liked it or not...orders were orders, and if the group of reinforcements wasn't an indication that Halloween had decided to fight, then what was? When she saw Jude attack, Eva took a deep breath, steeling herself before swinging her blade out and at the closest Halloween creature.
Rep's expression was blank and somehow intent as he moved through the crowd, sometimes having to elude the zealous boogeymen or even friendly fire from the fully qualified hunters. He hardly seemed to register either. He was looking for something specific - students.
When he first spotted the reaper he almost had to do a double take. He wasn't well versed in the particularly human looking denizens - he could almost mistake the guy for a hunter if it wasn't for the fact he didn't adhere to dress code at all and there was no runed weapons he could see.
He'd do.
With a smirk curving onto his features he poised to attack the distracted Mot.
And managed to sink the seven foot long poleaxe into the ground behind him rather than hit him. Yeah. It was a warning swing. Completely intentional.
HP: 30/50 DMG : N/A FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 35% Charge: 0/3 Items : 2 x medikit, 1 runic bandage Appearance : Loud, arrogant human with vibrant red hair and a nasty demeanour, weilds a massive two handed lochaber axe.
Pushing her way to her feet again had not been easy. Even less so when Mitsu realized where she was. The canyon. Had it already been a year since they had been here? Her thoughts were muddled and distant, the voices around her muffled in the fog. Staring almost blankly she wondered how they had gotten here all over again. Was it the Haunted House's version of a cruel joke?
Her eyes glanced around lazily. This didn't feel real. It was like she was sitting back at her dorm watching this all on a skelevision. Boogeymen were still running passed even professors were storming out to meet the hunters head on. This really wasn't real. This had to be a dream.
Mitsu's eyes finally focused on Shun and she could see his mouth moving but the words were lost to her. Her expression seemed a little dazed but she managed to catch the end of what Shun had said.
'Together. Do you hear me?'
She didn't react, not at first. Not until a familiar Hunter's face broke away from the fray to attack her reaper. It was like reality came and slapped her in the face, the sensation not unlike coming up for air after having been underwater for too long. At first there was shock that quickly clouded over with fear, the memories this hunter brought back were sufficating. And then....then there was anger, white hot anger that had Mitsu baring her teeth and ready to lunge.
She came in fast the next second, teeth snapping at the Hunter's arm with the intent to clamp down and not let go.
Stats:
Name: Mitsu Lupus Damage: 11 HP: 50 / 50 Target: Jude FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: 2 pumpkin pills RP Blurb: Small female werewolf of 5'2" with short white hair in a pixie cut, red eyes, and a panda hoodie with a black skirt.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 6:21 pm
Baneful
Admist the rolling and fanboiling, Mot seemed to accidentally dodge Rep's attack.
Shun's attention was on Mitsu as she seemed dazed. No. He needed her to focus. Before, he could try anything else to snap her out of it, he realized something was coming at him and fast. The Reaper moved out of the way enough to avoid a deep hit, but it wasn't enough to not get hit at all. Narrowing his eye, he got ready to retaliate, pausing for the moment as he saw Mitsu come on around. She had snapped out of it in a huge fury.
Quite frankly, he wasn't sure if he had seen her so pissed before, but right now it worked in their favor. If he had known the reason behind her seething fury, he would be pretty damn pissed himself. But for now, just the fact that this was a hunter they were dealing with was more than enough motivation. Ever since Mitsu's capture, he had been wanting to cut them all apart.
Gripping his daggers, he pressed on, moving to flank the hunter that made the mistake to come after them. He went in for a strike, but that pause he took a moment ago seemed to have been too much.
Also it was probably a good thing that he didn't catch sight of Mot fanboying in the distance.
Stats:
ATTACK 1 Name: Shun Kuroda HP: 47 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 15% Items: 2 pumpkin pills TARGET: Jude Damage: FEARS: y3 SS, y2 Eye, y1 SS RP Blurb: Grim reaper with one eye.
Looking absolutely mortified, Rep gritted his teeth and threw his back into extracting Tracey from where he'd gotten lodged in the ground. Maybe just ******** maybe he thought, he'd actually hit something and salvage a small smidgeon of pride.
Somehow he did.
Momentum it seemed was exactly what he needed and using the force of the axe coming free he brought it around in a massive arc, this time finally clipping the reaper with the axe's blade.
"Ha! Take that ya b*****d!" he barked victoriously.
ATTACK 2 HP: 30/50 DMG : 4 Target : Mot (maybe :l ) FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 35% Charge: 0/3 Items : 2 x medikit, 1 runic bandage Appearance : Loud, arrogant human with vibrant red hair and a nasty demeanour, weilds a massive two handed lochaber axe.
Xiu stared down at Mot disapproving. This was not the time! What was he--
The next thing she knew, there was suddenly an axe buried in the spot where the cowboil's head had just been a moment ago. How in Halloween he had dodged that (and had not even realized that he was being attacked) was beyond her, but if there was a time to attack, it would be now, preferably before the Hunter tried to get in another hit.
Unfortunately, she was a little slow. Casting a quick look downwards to assure herself that the boil was not too badly injured by the strike (and would, with luck realize that now was not the time for fanboying and get up), she struck out at the large hunter, managing to somehow land a decent blow. Her attention, however, was focused more on her friend than on the opponent at hand.
"Mot, GET UP."
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Name: Xiuying HP: 48/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 5% Items: 2 Pumpkin Pills RP Blurb:5'2" baku ghoul
Attack: 1/3 Target: Rep Damage: 8
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 6:30 pm
Entering
He stepped slowly down the fog, head swimming yet unsure of where he was going. These stairs lead somewhere, and wherever he ended up, he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to go back up and trace his steps back. One thing was certain, this place was new, and he had no other options other than being tossed about in the fog until he starved or died of exhaustion.
Holding Saliva to his chest, he heard voices. A few he was sure were hunters, and a few that were unfamiliar. When he reached the bottom floor, he looked around before tapping his feet. Solid. Stone. With all the fog, it was nice to know there was something solid beneath his feet that wouldn't cause him to fall through.
It was then that the fog pulled back, showing a vast area dotted with hunters in a tightening group and a battalion of monsters further off. Moving over, he was happy to see that he was back in a group after feeling lost for all eternity, and moved into the collective mass to find out what was going on. It didn't take long tell one of their leads rushed out, slicing the air with electric blue that Melvin was soon finding out was similar to the runic tech used in the labs, before calling them out to attack.
Attack?
What? You thought this was over?
Melvin jumped when Saliva finally jumped in, and he held his chest a moment. "I thought you went mute." He breathed out.
You wish.
As various hunters left the crowd to attack other creatures, Melvin stepped back and looked around, hoping to find a small, tiny creature to hit.
You need a big one to hit it. Your aim is terrible!
Name: Melvin HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 40% Items: Med Kit X 2, 2 Corrupted Runic Bandages RP Blurb: Sweater-wearing, tall, immaculate man with a red gun.
Having up gotten up from the floor, Clyde did not see Eva’s blade coming. However, dumb luck seems to be involved when he only received a not very lethal attack from the hunter. Yeesh, this is ridiculous, WHY DOES EVERYTHING END UP WITH DOOM AND FIGHTING? Q H Q
He tried to attack the lady hunter who had attacked him...but Clyde missed miserably...AGAIN. HE JUST SUCKS AT AIMING DOESN'T HE.
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Name: Clyde HP: 27/30 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 25% Items: NOPE. RP Blurb: VARCOLAC YEEEAAAA
Attack: 1/3 Target: Eva Damage: 0 FEAR: Y1 Tainted Fang
Suddenly he had a fashionable arm accessory in shape of an angry werewolf. He just smirked down at her as he tried to jerk his arm away even though it hurt like hell; he wasn't going to show her weakness, not even for a moment.
"I see, this is the game we are playing today, how nice that you fight the battles for others just as you make them fight them for you," he said mockingly.
Jude then moved to spite her by attacking Shun again, aiming a stabbing punch right toward the Reaper's gut.
The stairs had gone on forever, and Sherry had started to wonder if taking them had been the right idea. Just as she began to think about turning back, new sounds (the whispers had started to fade a bit), and suddenly the stairs were no more. She was somewhere new.
And from the looks of things, there was a fight going on. "Same old, same old," she said, summoning her weapon.
Stats:
Name: Sherry Greyson HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 35% : Did you say something? You think you're hearing something, but it's hard to understand what they're saying. If anyone's saying anything. It's annoying, but it's nothing. You think. Maybe. Stop looking at me like that! I said it's nothing! Really? I... let's just drop it, okay? Items: -- RP Blurb: Shortish light brown hair, mid-height (5'6"). Life trainee with a long coat, tattered and bloodstained at this point. Bandages on her left arm.
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*poke*
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Just so you know where Sherry is!
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 6:38 pm
[ ENTER ]
His boots echoed with each step he took, casting a sense of deja vu over him. It had only been hours ago when he first awoke, and already there was so much happening.
Never a dull moment.
The moment he reached the last step, he heard... shouting. Screaming. Shouting . So much noise. Apparently, he wasn't alone.
Dissipate them. Kill the students. Each and every one of them.
He quickly summoned the blades. <...Jake?>
They weren't alone.
Name: Jake Cross Faction: Y1 Hunter - Death Division HP: 39/40 Fear: 85% Insanity: 0% Visual Reference:Here. Wears a sleeveless hunter coat with the death division symbol on the back. Bandages wrapped around his torso. Wields bladed tonfas. Inventory: N/A
Both sides were attacking now, which meant that he should as well. That was, if he wanted to stay alive. So after spotting another hunter summoning their weapons, the black dog lunged for them. Unfortunately his claws only caught air as he raked them across, aiming for the hunters face.
"Che! Don't think we'll just idly sit by and allow you to dissipate us." He growled out.
No way was he going to dissipate and risk turning into an insanity beast again. Not this time.
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Name: Tybalt HP: 50/50 Damage: 0 Target: Jake FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 25% Items: None RP Blurb: Looks like this or this. Depending on which form he is in.
He shoved her back but that didn't seem to keep Mitsu away. Her eyes only grew angrier, the Hunter's previous words still eating away at the back of her mind. It was enough to make her falter in her next attack, barely striking Jude as he targeted Shun once again.
Stats:
Name: Mitsu Lupus Damage: 3 HP: 50 / 50 Target: Jude FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: 2 pumpkin pills RP Blurb: Small female werewolf of 5'2" with short white hair in a pixie cut, red eyes, and a panda hoodie with a black skirt.