The moment Mimsy finished bandaging Lucky's arm, she stepped back, obviously expecting some ill effects to take hold. She watched him, tight-lipped, for an uncomfortably long time, refusing to even answer his inquiry until she was sure that his head would not spontaneously explode (or something similarly horrifying). There was no need to expend time and energy talking if her conversational partner wasn't going to be able to hear her.
When he seemed okay, she visibly relaxed, pleased that her ethics would not need to be dialed back a bit. And that she hadn't killed someone who was friendly to her. Maybe the second one a little more than the first.
"Ah..." she began, bending down to wrap the second bandage around her own knee, stopping halfway through to stare up at Robert. She felt a sudden loss of clarity and an onslaught of insistent whispers, and immediately attributed it to the arrival of the man she called her colleague. A heavy sigh escaped her as she finished bandaging herself.
"If I am to go into battle, Robert, I would prefer to do so in the best possible physical condition. There is a great deal of evidence that optimal physical health improves clarity, and clarity is..." Trailing off, she wiped some sweat from her brow, steadying herself with Svensyl.
Why are you begging to go home? And why do you consider that place your home?
<What are you scribbeming about? I've said nothing about homes!>
Very amusing.
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She cleared her throat and shook her bangs out of her eyes.
"As we appear to be part of the few able-bodied, perhaps we should take advantage of any break in the living--" she paused, uncomfortable with attributing that word to the creatures, "barrier that they have formed, if our intention is to kill that." Caelius was speaking again, but too much sound filled her mind, her thoughts and Svensyl's thoughts and screaming and whispering, and very little of it sunk in. But she didn't miss the fact that he was moving, and doing something to the creature.
"Of course...now appears to be as good a time as any," she said, glancing in Robert's direction.
Stats:
Name: Mimsy Kercher HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 60% Items:None now muahaha RP Blurb: Gonna do some ******** science.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 10:37 pm
With each missed attack, he grit his teeth in frustration. Why couldn't he hit the damn creature!
"DIE! DAMMIT!" He lashed out angrily, trying to make the blade bite into flesh. His mind was clouded, heavy. He was angry, irritated, annoyed. WHY WOULDN'T THIS STUPID THING DIE?!
Attacking: Red Damage done: 2 Total damage done: 72
Stats:
Name: Jake Cross Faction: Hunter - Death Trainee HP: 20/40 FEAR Strength: 75% Insanity Strength: 60% Items: N/A RP Blurb:Here. Wears a sleeveless hunter coat with the death division symbol on the back. Bandages wrapped around his torso, fresh wound on his left shoulder. Wields bladed tonfas.
Action: Attacking Red Result: 2 dmg
Fear Attack: World of Darkness (Y2 Headlights) Charge: 3/3 [0/2] Attacks Used: 3/3
He started just as his dog instincts took over. The black dog actually paused in his attack, watched the coin fly off in some random direction, before he took off after it himself. Leaving the life hunter far behind him. Unfortunately, if Leon planned on getting the coin back, he would have to dig it up out of the ground afterwards.
Target: Leon Damage: 0
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Name: Tybalt HP: 41/50 Damage: n/a FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: n/a RP Blurb: Looks like this or this. Depending on which form he is in.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 10:44 pm
Malodore looked down, startled, and saw that Riley had actually managed to ensnare a Hunter.
... Huh.
"I'm not sure this is the time to take prisoners, mia cara," the plague doctor said, with some regret. It would be so nice if there weren't anyone else around and it could really get up close and personal with some scalpels, but... well. It was definitely too chaotic for such delicate matters now. There was so much going on that it honestly wasn't sure what to do - the Master Hunter was an obvious target, but...
No action taken.
Stats:
Name: L.C. Malodore HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 75% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: [x] Runic Bandages x 1 RP Blurb: 6.5 foot tall plague doctor with metal wings and a red hat~
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 10:45 pm
The damn wolf or whatever she was had a nasty set of teeth on her, the bite hurt enough it was felt even through the buffer of his shield. He'd live though, he told himself. No pain no gain. At least she was no longer trying to attack the division lead, it left him free to do whatever had to be done for just a little bit longer.
Backing off a bit, he hefted Tracey to take a retaliatory swing at her, an attempt to put the meddling lupine down, but it never came.
His train of thought was entirely derailed as Harrison fired a ball of electricity careened right into her before he could do anything. He had to double take and then simply blinked at the other man.
"You never told me you could do that!"
Apparently it had a small chance to stun aswell.
No action
Stats:
Name: William Reid HP: 33/50 DMG : ?? FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 10% Charge: 1/3 Items : 1 x medikit, 1 runic bandage Appearance : Loud, arrogant
human with vibrant red hair and a nasty demeanour,
weilds a massive two handed lochaber axe.
Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 10:56 pm
Awwww.
She actually sounded disappointed.
...So I should kill it? The tentacle tightened around Ro's neck.
Stats:
Name: Riley HP: 36/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 10%
Harrison lowered the now-dim blades, disgruntled. "It's never hit anything before. I would have just stabbed her if I'd known it was gonna tickle."
Stats:
Name: Harrison Hughes Charge: 0/3 HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: Corrupt Runic Bandage (x2), Runic Bandaids RP Blurb: Scarred hunter with a bleach blonde buzzcut, a pink sash around his waist, and dual cutlasses.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 11:05 pm
Yin's words where barely filtering through Alex's brain. He felt numb and confused, and like none of this could possibly be real. He had seen it, though. It had happened. One second there, the next gone. He had been too far away to do anything to stop it. It was all just beginning to sink in now, everything that had happened, and he was just tired, so tired, the fight beginning to drain out of him as his shoulders slumped in defeat.
Slowly, he turned to face Yin, attempting to concentrate on what the other boil was telling him, but it was hard. "Walk away.." He repeated, his brow furrowing slightly. Why did he need to walk away?
"I..." He looked back towards Red, the vision of Mort being dissipated just at her touch..had she absorbed him? Is that what he had seen?
"Yes, okay, but you will come with me?" Yin had said that he would, and the more Alexander had time to process what had just happened, the more he realized that the same thing could happen to Yin. He had no idea that Mort had been a infected by insanity in the same way that Alex had been. Alex himself still could not quite remember what had occurred. Red had just picked a student at random, that was all, and Yin could be next.
"Only if you come with me." His tone was becoming more firm, resolved that this was for the best. If Yin stayed with him, he could still try and keep him safe. They could try to keep each other safe.
No action taken.
Stats:
Name: Alexander HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 30% Items: Horsemen vial, pumpkin pill-used. RP Blurb: 6'3" zombie like this minus skateboard, minus left eye, plus horsemen insignia on back of right hand surrounded by grey.
Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 11:09 pm
"It more than tickled, little man!" Shehk suddenly spoke before she just started laughing again.
TARGET: -- Damage done: --
Stats:
Name:Shehk Faction: Student HP: 20/50 Fear: 100% Insanity: 20% Visual Reference:Shehk Inventory: - Glass - x - Pumpkin Pill - x - Used x - Regained x - Corrupted Pumpkin Pill - x
Actions Selected: 1 - Ignore Fog and Move in a Random Direction - x 2 - Agree to Return Item, Attack - x 3 - Use Pumpkin Pill on Figure - x 4 - Pick up the Beaker - x 5 - All Paths Lead to the Same End - x
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5Total: 5 (1-8)
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 11:11 pm
"Of course." Now might have been a good time to tell Alexander that Mort had gone insane, that there was something weird going on, that they should have questioned how a werewolf had a weapon in the first place because they had not been around to fully understand, but Yin was just scared. Scared because she had killed Mort so easily, and maybe she was just going for random students but if so...why had she not attacked Miss Belladonna Divine?
It would be better if they played it safe rather than sorry.
So he edged his way between Alexander and creature that had been a professor, wondering what he really thought he could accomplish, but desperate to try anything.
Defending Alex for 5
Stats:
Name: Yin HP: 39/50 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: 1x pumpkin pill RP Blurb: Yin looks like Yin. Mantodae, 5'7" and wearing a dark green scarf.
Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 11:13 pm
"I can't tell what's right anymore..." He started, staring down at 'Locke.' "This, all of this... I've had enough. Of all of it. I hate them. I hate them for what they've done. For not even trying to save them and all for the sake of orders. I don't know if I'll ever stop hating them for it."
The truth in Caelius' words hurt. More so than he cared to admit. But even still, he didn't agree with it. Not one bit. It was true, as hunters they were expected to grow a thick skin and put their emotions aside, even when it came to fellow hunters. But did they really expect them to just shut themselves off? Throw away and abandon those who were close to them for the greater good?
His fist, the one that could still function, tightened against the stone tablet as he bit into his lip.
He couldn't. He just couldn't. No matter how much he thought about it, he kept coming back to one thought. How was he expected to protect the this world, if you couldn't even protect even two people? Maybe he was unfit to wear this coat and be a hunter. Unfit to stand among these people willing to sacrifice their everything and everyone around them for the greater good. Because Ryan just couldn't. He was human. He wasn't a machine, nor did he ever want to be.
Stats: ******** up
Name: Ryan O'Conner HP: IDK Charge: n/a FEAR Strength: 0% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: None RP Blurb: Looks like this.
Lex's mind was beginning to shut off at this point. They'd been fighting among themselves -himself even going so far to shoot at Ryan - over the issue of the Hunters gone Insane, when all of Hell broke loose. The Huntress died anyway, the Insanity beast went somewhere, the Death Lead flipped his lid when some Halloween woman showed up, and now everything was just one giant mess.
Oh, and Marcus was a statue.
Gritting his teeth, Lex took aim at the Halloween woman - He'd let the Halloween people deal with the Hunter gone mad. His hand slipped on the trigger, causing the shot to go wayward.
<< Sweat, Whelp. Dry it off. >>
HP: 40/40 Target: Red Damage: Insanity: 30% Charge: 0/3
Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 11:17 pm
He was helpless in the wake of the quickly flashing scythe, struggling to move so that somehow, someway, he'd manage to get between Bells and the hunter; if he was going to be a damn hunk of meat, he might as well makeshift himself into a meatshield, no? But he was too slow as usual, too belated in reaction to utter so much as the beginnings of a different tactic to his ghoulfriend before the world lurched forward in time and noise barraged him once more.
Caelius was furious; the zomboil couldn't help but make a small, wry smile. It gave him a morbid sense of comfort to know that Hunters, after all, were only human. The infighting enemy added to the toneless noise, but arguing hunters meant less weapons on the students as a whole, and for that too he was glad. Perhaps these seeds of doubt would give them enough trouble to avoid messing with the students for a while.
Red too seemed agitated by their attempts to protect her, kept swiping them out of the way until the fog engulfed her. Mort found himself able to move again and quickly moved to the witch as the werewolf disappeared, swiftly grasping her hand to whisk her away from the division leader before his weapon could bring them to their knees again. "You alright?" he murmured with concern, checking her for any sign that the scythe had cut through her shield. "N-Need to think've better plan. Maybe take out hunters one by one, not try division leader first . . ."
How could he have been so stupid to try attacking Caelius directly? Insanity wasn't clouding his mind anymore, he had no excuse. With a small sigh of relief after finding nothing particularly damaged, Mort pressed a kiss to her forehead and turned back to survey the battlefield. Thor hummed low and contentedly.
Small projectiles suddenly flew in the air, and with a small noise of surprise he instinctively ducked and brought her close - even though the weapons were nowhere near them - half-expecting a net to come out and bring them down. But the weapons kept soaring through the air until they embedded themselves into the ground and familiar arcs of energy began to split the fog.
It was then that Mort felt a strange sensation come over him: a sensation of an immovable, undeniable force that was soon coming to sweep him up once more. It was just like when the fog had called to him not once but twice before, turned him to a means of destruction - and yet this time, it felt somehow different. He had very little time.
"Mrrrr. Belladonna." Her name in full purposefully invoked to get her full attention. He suddenly looked anxious as he turned to her and took both of her hands into his, even though he was doing his best to keep the smile up. "Whatever happens, st-stay alive, alright? Promise me -" He trembled and swallowed and pulled her conspiratorially close, letting one hand touch her cheek as he whispered, "P-Promise me, Bells. Stay alive, keep going no matter what happens, please, be the same wonderful Bells I know n' love, d-d-don't lock self away - "
The rest as cut off as he felt a presence behind him; he didn't have to guess whose arms it was pulling him away, holding him close just as he wished he could have held her one more time. Red whispered something to him and he shivered a soft sigh, the fear slowly leaving him as he realized what his fate was to be; in its place came a strange calm. Strange, as he didn't know Red personally and had never gotten a chance to know her like most students had; he had only been there for her untimely end one year ago.
One year ago Mort had been a fresh first year new to the trauma students were introduced to. One year ago he had been barely able to live through a fight. One year ago he had been so damn naive to the workings of life, so happy to have been welcomed by the four ghouls of Luminous Flux, so pleased to be making friends and going to classes . . . And one year ago, he had met a bouncy witch and her adoring treat when he had gotten lost on campus. So much had happened in twelve months . . . Just as so much had happened this festival.
And now it was like it had come full circle for him: from an unrefined hunk of rotting meat to a third year, from being too weak to being part of the necessary solution. And it was just like when the strange figure in the fog had asked him to return what he had stolen - everything came at a price. Then, he had time to think, to ponder the pale shadows of his friends and weigh his worth against theirs. Here, he had only but a second to think.
Both were the same decision regardless: nothing was nobler than to sacrifice oneself for someone else, or for a good cause; in this case, he was lucky to fulfill bot. If the Insanity didn't take him, the corruption from his time as a weapon would: better that his Fear be put to use in more capable hands when he only kept damaging it, that this madness would all come to end and bring the students back safe and away from this hellhole.
"S-Save them, please . . ."
The witch would surely hate and curse him, but he hoped in time she would learn to move on; her spirit was incredibly resilient after all. She had regained some of her friends, Alex would support her as a good bro would, and Sal could give supply the cheer and paternal affection. It would be alright, he told himself. It always would be in the end. Things worked themselves out, just as this solution had been so neatly presented to his ailing existence.
There was a ringing in his ears as all the voices and clashing of weapons became diluted and melded together into an incoherent mess. Background music.
Snap
But in chaos there was still a semblance of order, a system of individuals working in tandem or in dissonance, each playing their piece to add to the discordant melody.
Like before, his Fear found the new crack in his core and poured out, almost gladly gathering into the professor's hands. His form was fading quickly, and as just as the last of him was gone he opened his mouth to try and speak, thought of one last thing he had wanted to say, always late, always a step behind - and then that too was drained away into absolute nothing.
The ringing in his ears, he realized, it was a soft chorus of bells.
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