When he grasped her hand he'd noted how tense she'd gotten but that didn't stop him from pulling her to come along with him. Jude was so focused on Ariane that he almost missed the event with Ceres and various other things. The loud sound across the battlefield made him cringe but he still kept his eyes on Ariane. He wanted to help her and save her from ...
There was a not so gentle punch on his arm after she'd made her offer and he just rubbed the spot she'd punched and chuckled, he quietly let go of her hand though he didn't stray far from her either, "Sure, a meal sounds good. Right now I'm thinking less about my next meal and more about the next time I get to sleep..."
He was now trying to figure out what the next order of business was...
Target: --- DMG: ---
Stats:
Name: Jude HP: 28/50 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: Runic Bandage RP Blurb: Blonde human wearing a dark blue cowl and a Death division uniform.
This was so much easier to fight when she thought of nothing but to feed her weapon since it was easy to forget and focus on just attacking. Charging at her target once an opening was found as she started to twirl her chain around and Aklin making lots of loud sounds that did make her headache a little worse but she was going to not pay the pain any heed.
Tori had used her chain like a flail when she had hit the creature and it felt good to land a very nice hit that she smiled not to nicely.
Attacking: Red
Damage done: 13 Total damage done: 108
Stats:
Name: Victoria (Tori) Straka HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 30% Items: n/a RP Blurb:Here, she does have blood on her left sleeve from her broken nose which as been fix.
Jordan's eyes remained fixed on Ryan, on the tablet clutched in his arm. He should have known that that was possible. That the bond could be forcibly broken. Taken away, just like everything else.
Caelius was right. Caelius was wrong. Dakota and the others who had defended Ceres were right, and they were wrong. His guys were right, and they were wrong. Nothing was right here. There was no obvious course of action. Nothing was black and white. It was all shades of foggy and inconstant grey, and they weren't seeing that, were tearing themselves apart over it.
Not for the first time, Jordan wished he didn't understand as well. That he could pick a side and call it the right one, instead of seeing the reason and emotion behind the words of both. That he didn't care so much. It had started hurting when he let himself care. When he started letting other people get to him. Maybe that had been a mistake after all.
Ferros hissed distress at the turn of his hunter's thoughts, but Jordan's mind was flashing from concept to concept fast enough that the weapon could barely keep up, much less offer a reasonable dissenting thought. Instead, he looked through Jordan's eyes, saw something that the distracted human had only half-noticed. It's got Ro!
Jordan focused again, his line of sight following Ferros's thought to find Ro in the strangling grasp of a freak's tentacles. It was a welcome distraction, a clear choice in a maelstrom of chaos. He went for the freak, bringing Ferros around from the side to miss Ro; the hammer impacted solidly against the creature's side.
Target: Riley Target HP: 30
Stats:
Name: Jordan Miller HP: 45/60 Charge: 3/3 Damage: 6 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 25% Items: 1 Corrupted Runic Bandage, 1 Runic Bandage, 1 Horseman Vial RP Blurb: Human wearing a red scarf, shoulder-length blond hair in a ponytail, carrying a massive hammer with red runes
Aymet couldn't really think straight after the jet of fire sent him spiraling and crashing some distance away. She betrayed them. It had taken all of his concentration not to descend on the hunters instead, and keep them at bay, away from the students that were in danger. Instead, they rallied around a symbol, one of hope. She betrayed them. They had all banded together and made an effort to protect her - she had risen from the dead, but he had never thought it was strange. He came about exactly the same way. Sometimes death didn't get you down as much as expected.
She betrayed them.
So when he finally craned his neck up and over the crowed, regained the footing of his 30-foot form, it was just in time to see how wrong he had been about trying to help her. He wouldn't even use the name in his thoughts, because it was impossible that she was Red.
She looked real. She felt real. She rooted for Halloween and she fought the Hunters.
She split Mort open like a rotten pumpkin and absorbed him.
Everything went white for a moment.
Revenge, trilled the part of him that had bolstered him all through the journey.
Revenge, agreed the confused, terrified child hiding in those hollow bones.
The next thing he knew bones had shed off of him like loose fur. Each one that touched the ground unfolded into a mindless skeletal minion. Droves of them all burning up on contact with the barrier that both trapped and protected the traitor. He couldn't hold it together, he couldn't hold them together. The insanity and distortion mixed together and overwhelmed his thoughts with a tug of war. Too late, too many mistakes. Would've, should've, could've, where was Mort, what did she do with Mort, they were friends, he couldn't be gone, he couldn't, if he didn't reappear in a few seconds he was going to kill her -
Someone was shouting, raving, threatening over the whispering fog, reverberating in his bones. It took him far too long to realize it was his own voice.
Attacking Red Attacking for: MISSED Total damage done: N/A
Stats:
Name: Aymet HP: 37/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 40% (+10) Items:.... RP Blurb: Full armor, skeleton dragon wings and tail. Here.
It was funny; Robert thought he could count on his left hand the number of times he was actually proven right about something. He knew something was wrong about this fight. Something that had him pulling back, keeping Jezebel from the fray, and keeping himself out. Something was completely, and utterly wrong about the entire thing - but he was still going to try to fight it.
Until the last two people he'd had any contact with at all turned to ******** stone.
Robert stuck Jezebel in the ground, and leaned on her heavily. It was time to start thinking of an escape plan, and fast. Even if Cael didn't get out.. he was determined to.
Stats:
Name: Robert Morris HP: 35HP FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 30% Items: 1 runic bandage from jenga, 1 from base RP Blurb: aderpderpderp
Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 1:28 am
When the hammer struck Riley across the side, Ro fell clattering to the ground, and she quickly followed. Her hand reached out to keep her safe, and she glared up at the hunter who'd hit her, rubbing her side with one arm.
I should have known someone was going to care enough about this little morsel to come looking for him. Riley's vicious side was out, in full force. I said I like them feisty, but I'd prefer them unarmed.
Her tentacles went straight for the weapon, determined to pull Ferros away from Jordan's arms. Without true understanding of how weapons worked, Riley saw it as a matter of force, and intended to use the hunter's own weapon to crush his skull like a nut.
Stats:
Name: Riley HP: 30/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 10%
Jordan laughed. "Go on, try it," he said, and let go as Riley grabbed Ferros. Ferros snarled gleefully as her tentacles came in contact with him, feeding eagerly on her Fear; without the bond that let Jordan carry the massive weapon as though he weighed a reasonable amount, Ferros was ridiculously heavy. Riley would find herself holding something stingingly painful and far too heavy to heft.
Stats:
Name: Jordan Miller HP: 45/60 Charge: 3/3 Damage: FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 25% Items: 1 Corrupted Runic Bandage, 1 Runic Bandage, 1 Horseman Vial RP Blurb: Human wearing a red scarf, shoulder-length blond hair in a ponytail, carrying a massive hammer with red runes
The seconds passed and nothing changed. The hunters faded out from view entirely, as did quite a number of students. His eyes were fixated on red, red, red, and the blue and gold and white and other colors were no more than fog. Swirling around him, getting in his way, slowing him down, confusing him, distractions he barreled past as though they didn't even exist.
Larger bones were left, and the dracolich wasted no time in taking manic flight above the Jacking monster and diveboming with everything he could wrench off and drop on her. Anything he could do not to think but to act, not to make any more decisions that would put anyone else in her path. His guilt clashed with the darkened gem at the base of his claws.
Revenge would drown out the hundred other voices, it would quench them all like ice over a fire. It was the only sensible answer right now. She took his friend, his friend, she had done something - even he'd heard the sound from as far away as he'd been.
Swirling grey marks began to bleed across his bones. He never looked back.
Attacking Red Attacking for: 12 (.8 of 15) Total damage done: 120
Stats:
Name: Aymet HP: 37/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 50% (+10) Items:.... RP Blurb: Full armor, skeleton dragon wings and tail. Here.
For now Tori didn't know there had been others that had turned into stone as of yet. All that she really wanted to do was attack this creature that was right in front of her. Growing more frustrated with every swing of her weapon as it wouldn't bring back her best friend that had been killed. She just wanted to go to other best friend that Tori knew was still around somewhere but another part of her didn't want to leave Sherry by herself as no one knew what would happen in this fog.
But one thing she knew for sure was to make sure to hit the creature where her weapon could feed. Hitting her target as hard as she could to get more of her anger out to also blame this creature for what had happened since someone had to pay to what Tori thought.
Attacking: Red
Damage done: 5 Total damage done: 125
Stats:
Name: Victoria (Tori) Straka HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 40% Items: n/a RP Blurb:Here, she does have blood on her left sleeve from her broken nose which as been fix.
Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 1:51 am
The moment Jordan let go of the hammer, it slammed down into the ground, pinning some of Riley's tentacles along with it. She let go, but she couldn't pull away, and suddenly a loud, keening sound began to leave her. It echoed in the minds of everyone nearby, and it only got louder, and more high pitched. She was in agony, and she couldn't pull away.
It was a feeling she would never, in a thousand years, forget. And yet, it was a pittance compared to what they had done to bring her back.
Stats:
Name: Riley HP: 30/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 10%
Jordan winced at the sound screeling painfully into his head and resummoned Ferros. The hammer dissolved, freeing Riley's tentacles, and reformed in his hand. His fingers closed around Ferros's haft with an affectionate curl. "Don't try that again," he advised Riley in an almost-friendly tone of voice. "Not all weapons are as heavy as Ferros, but they'll all try to eat you."
He glanced to Ro. "Get back, dude. I've got this," he said.
Stats:
Name: Jordan Miller HP: 45/60 Charge: 3/3 Damage: FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 25% Items: 1 Corrupted Runic Bandage, 1 Runic Bandage, 1 Horseman Vial RP Blurb: Human wearing a red scarf, shoulder-length blond hair in a ponytail, carrying a massive hammer with red runes
There was still so much happening. Hunters, students, fighting, not fighting. Focus. Sherry told herself. Focus on my task.
She was not acutely aware of the insanity creeping up on her. She did notice her head feeling crowded, everything feeling closer and louder. Focus, focus, focus, she repeated.
She took another swing with her glaive.
Focus on the task, drown the rest out.
Attacking: Red Damage done: 7 Total damage done: 132
Stats:
Name: Sherry Greyson HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 40% +10= 50% 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.
Attack Used: 3/3 Target: Red Damage: 7
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 3:43 am
Saya was late, she hated how she was always so late and useless. She had seen the scene from across the battlefield, now making her way over to Ryan. She didn't approach him though, her feet frozen a small distance away from him, struggling to swallow her inability to address the situation.
Ryan's arm was already tended to and Wilson was leaving for other matters.
But Locke.
Saya adored Locke, her hand curled tightly against her chest, trying to contemplate the overwhelming thought of her weapon being gone. Of how Ryan felt-- It was something she could never imagine, the suffocating realization forcing her to realize she hadn't a single clue what to do about the situation.
Caelius's words.
She stayed behind Ryan, her weapon summoned.
She wasn't sure how long it took for her to speak, the time dragging by like chains along rocks.
"D-Do you want to move somewhere safer, Ryan?"
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Sayaka Valens HP: 35/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 25% Items: None RP Blurb: Looks like this.
Sylvia dangled in one arm, the tip of her blade dragging useless in the dirt as Riley tugged him about by the throat, talk of being a pet, a project. All of it was clear to him as the purple tentacle slowly wound its way tighter around his neck. The simple solution of killing him came next and went the tentacle pulled tighter Ro couldn't even force a squeak of pain sure he might have a fear shield but being choked to death was a little more personal then a weapon flying at him.
And suddenly he was on the ground, the sound of something thick and heavy crashing against Riley. When he looked up he saw Ferros, the creature was reaching to take him to use him on Jordan even as he found his own footing to get back up.
"J-Jordan... t-thanks." He muttered as he leveld Sylvia towards the creature. He glanced at Riley again, then Maladore. When she let out a mental scream he actually smiled, "Sylvia sings louder then that."
For a moment he continued to grin, before Jordan ordered him to move back, his eyes flickered to the sun hunter, back to a statue of a now dead friend, then to Riley and Maladore.
"We lost Ceres.... I'm not letting anyone go alone... I'm staying."
<< Let's make them bleed. >>
It was all he needed to hear in his head before he spun around bringing Sylvia against Riley before she had a chance to get back up. The scythes blade seeming to wail softly as it slid through the air.
Target: Riley Damage: 8
Stats:
Name: Roland 'Ro' Taft HP: 24/30 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: All the emo Charge: 1/3 RP Blurb:Roland
It was as though he had suddenly broken the surface of a deep pool of water. Things that had previously been dimmed, muted, slow and distant came into sharp, quick focus.
Jerry quickly shook his head. He wasn't sure what had gotten into him....
The fog. Of course.
Anxiously, he glanced around for any familiar faces, Roar still out, leveled and ready to go. There! He spotted Jordan and a horribly familiar tentacled woman, and planted his feet to take aim- but Ro suddenly leaped into the fray- he couldn't hit her without hitting the trainee.
Damn.
He limped his way around more churning, fighting figures before catching a sight of red fluttering cape.
He did not recognize the figure, did not understand her significance, didn't understand why people were shouting and rallying, but the moment she came rushing through the fog, the burns on his cheek and back began to sting and ache distantly.
His hands were steady and confident when he pulled the trigger, the blast ripping forth.
That done, he breathed out, limping back a few steps towards his friends.
"J-jordan! Harrison! Rep! Are you guys alright?" He at least was sounding more like himself again.
Attacking: Red Damage done: 9 Total damage done: 141 Stats:
Name: Jerry HP: 60/60 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 20% Items: Med Kit X 2, Corrupted Runic Bandages RP Blurb: Disheveled hippie-nerd with a bazooka.
Name: Aymet
Name: Jerry