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PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 7:07 am


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The pup was getting closer, when he realized the scent of Elaphe had petered out. There was no scent at all. His fluffy ears swivelled, trying to catch a sound that would lead him towards the tiny boil, but there were no more shouts. Just muted voices...

Jove stood still to listen. Surely it wasn't Elaphe, these voices were older, male. He couldn't even pinpoint a location, the mutters came from all around him in the fog, faint at first, but clearer the longer he listened.

"... to do with the dog..." "...passed away around midni..." "... adopted real quick..."

They seemed to echo all around him, those bits and pieces of sentences he didn't understand, yet he could feel a sense of dread coming over him. He couldn't hear Seiji, Junko or Tomoko behind him either, was that fear from being alone? No, if he was afraid of being alone he would be afraid of being alone. So what exactly was he afraid of?

His anxious thoughts were cut short by a tickle against his tail. The pup whirled around, but there was nothing there, just a curl of fog disturbed by his sudden movements. It seemed to cling to itself, and hold it's shape in the air rather than dissipating like normal fog would. From the corner of his eye he caught another glimpse of the fog, an unnatural tendril reaching towards him... He whirled again, and the fog swirled around him. There, another wisp, this time forming almost an outstretched hand as it reached for the pup, all the while those unnatural voices echoed around him.

"... wants in that ambulance..." "... away, catch him before..." "... WAIT..."

They were all around him, the misty hands reaching and clawing towards him, and Jove felt that familiar panic wash over him. He bolted.

Unable to see anything in the mist, he just barely dodged the potholes and broken patches of pavement. Except in his mind they were a porch step, a sad little garden, a ditch... places he had never seen in Halloween that resonated so strongly of familiarity and desperation. He ran, until a painfully bright light appeared to his left, and a crushing impact stopped him in his tracks. It was pain unlike anything he had felt before, radiating through his body from the giant, discoloured mark on his side, and knocking the metaphorical breath from his lungs.

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A mysterious hooded figure has been watching the student's actions all this time. Out of nowhere the seemingly fade from the fog right in front of your student, grabbing them away from the others. Your student is being attacked!

HP: 9

Damage to Jove: 0
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PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 7:43 am


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A mysterious hooded figure has been watching the student's actions all this time. Out of nowhere the seemingly fade from the fog right in front of your student, grabbing them away from the others. Your student is being attacked!

HP: 9

Damage to Jove: 0


Jove clutched his side and struggled to catch his breath, despite the sheer lack of necessity to the little ghost. Was this frightening figure the source of the voices? With a little whine, Jove brandished his book, and was surprised to notice it had changed since he last paid attention to it. Now it flickered, ghostly wisps coming off every now and again, most often when not directly looking at the book.

Maybe it would help him fend off the frightening hooded figure.

HP: 25

Damage to Figure: 1

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PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 7:47 am


Grey Dragon
Jove clutched his side and struggled to catch his breath, despite the sheer lack of necessity to the little ghost. Was this frightening figure the source of the voices? With a little whine, Jove brandished his book, and was surprised to notice it had changed since he last paid attention to it. Now it flickered, ghostly wisps coming off every now and again, most often when not directly looking at the book.

Maybe it would help him fend off the frightening hooded figure.

HP: 25

Damage to Figure: 1

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The creature in front of the hooded figure did not look very menacing. In fact, it looked rather frightened. Oh well. There is no explanation for their actions as they moved quickly and efficiently, swinging forward with their weapon at Jove. The object stings upon contact, leaving your student feeling oddly even more tired.

HP: 8

Damage to Jove: 4
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PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 7:51 am


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The creature in front of the hooded figure did not look very menacing. In fact, it looked rather frightened. Oh well. There is no explanation for their actions as they moved quickly and efficiently, swinging forward with their weapon at Jove. The object stings upon contact, leaving your student feeling oddly even more tired.

HP: 8

Damage to Jove: 4


The pup yelped, unable to dodge the giant scythe as it swung towards him. Why was this thing attacking him like this? He waved the book around again, flailing ineffectually in his fright. If he was lucky, it might make contact with the figure.

HP: 21

Damage to Figure: 10


((So it appears frantic flailing is the trick to hitting these guys. D: ))

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PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 7:56 am


Grey Dragon
The pup yelped, unable to dodge the giant scythe as it swung towards him. Why was this thing attacking him like this? He waved the book around again, flailing ineffectually in his fright. If he was lucky, it might make contact with the figure.

HP: 21

Damage to Figure: 10


((So it appears frantic flailing is the trick to hitting these guys. D: ))

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Do. not. mess. with. scared. and. frantic. kits. Ow. Enough of that. Without warning the figure disengages and disappears back into the fog! What was that all about?

HP: 0
LOOT: A mysterious pendant has fallen onto the ground by Jove!

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PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 8:07 am


Jove whimpered and clutched his AMAZING book to his chest as the figure disappeared. Was he safe now? The pup's side hurt, and not from the terrifying vision that had come prior to the attack. He reached one hand down to his side and felt blood. Had he been cut?

There seemed to be an awful lot of blood for that one little sting, but the pup swallowed the hurt and simply wiped the blood off his hand and onto his shirt. It made a terrible mess, like the little ghost had been in the middle of a bloody massacre, but by then Jove was already focused on his next action.

He had to go find Seiji and Junko and Tomoko, and make sure they were okay. As the foxfire turned to sniff the air he saw a glint on the ground, and moved to scoop up the pendant left behind. How curious... He shoved it safely in his backpack and then headed towards what looked like flashlight beams through the fog.

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PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 9:36 am


"I.." The boil started, then stopped, frowning as he loosened his grip so he could look down at the ghoul in his arms. "I didn't." He hadn't left, what was she talking about? It hadn't been real, he hadn't gone anywhere.. It wasn't.. "Did I?" His voice had gone soft and uncertain, and with that question came the first threads of doubt. Had he really been gone?

He wasn't sure, he just wasn't sure anymore. Something was playing with him, with them? He frowned again, running his hands down Junko's arms as he stepped back to look her over. Had she seen things, heard voices, too? "Did you.." He paused to lick his lips. If he asked and she hadn't, then he was either going bugnuts, or had in fact disappeared, and someone had been hurt, somewhere out there. "Hear or see anything strange?" And for that matter, what about Momo? "Or you?" He glanced over his shoulder at the Kitsune, then to Elaphe, whom he only just realized was on the ground staring up at them.

When had.. Ho.. Oh well. It didn't matter, he was there, he seemed to be in one piece, that's what mattered, right? Right. "You ok, man?" Lost in the madness, the ghost had completely missed the other boil's original question.

It didn't seem as though sound was being muffled anymore, and up the path Seiji could swear her heard the sound of rushing steps along the crumbling path. With Elaphe accounted for and the ghouls still beside him it left only one person out in the fog. Hopefully. "Jove!" He flicked his flashlight back and forth along the path, giving the pup a sign that it was indeed them.
PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 10:34 am


"Yes you did. Tomoko did too...and Jove." Seiji and Jove had gone to find Elaphe, right? Isn't that where they'd gone? Junko frowned, jumping a bit as she heard some..kind of otherworldly giggling. It was childlike and sweet, but it made her skin crawl and gave her goosebumps. It didn't sound like it...belonged here.

Everyone was here, right? Seiji was here. Tomoko was here.

...Right? Junko checked the back of her head again, paranoid that the mouth she had felt earlier was a lie. She bit her and Junko winced. Real. Definitely real...

They were real, right? Junko swallowed hard and looked up at Seiji when he started calling for Jove again. Was Seiji real?

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PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 10:57 am


That was definitely Seiji calling to him! Jove picked up his pace, trotting quickly towards the group, when a ghostly hand reached out of the fog to make a grab for him. He thought he had smacked the cloaked figure into nothingness! And there were the voices again, a repeating loop from earlier.

"... what did you want to d..." "...a stroke, he passed aw..." "... cute thing, it will be adop..."

With a yelp he ran from the foggy hands, covering his ears to block out the words that echoed around him. Instead of running towards his friends he ran through mist and more mist, and then he was running through map pieces, the fragile bits of paper skittering across the cracked pavement like dead and dry leaves. And then he tripped heavily over something, the blood from his side leaving a wet smear on the concrete. His... flashlight?

Jove picked it up, whining. How did it get ahead of him? The map pieces blew away on an invisible breeze that didn't stir the fog surrounding him, but up ahead he saw his backpack. It was surely his, one of the straps was half cut through by the cloaked figure's attack. The pup scrambled for it, grabbing the bag and shoving his flashlight back into it. The pendant! It was also up ahead, caught in the center of a swirl of map pieces. He snatched it up, with a couple sheets of paper in the process, and ran before the voices could catch up with him.

Almost before he knew it, he had broken through the thick fog and nearly run right into Seiji. Thank goodness!
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PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 11:19 am


"Jove ran ahead, but..." The denial died on his lips, attention rolling down to his hands. They were free of blood, thankfully, but there was something distinctly missing. "Where did my flashlight go?" He hadn't dropped it, that much he knew, so where was it? Was it the island, was it toying with him again? The voices, the hallucinations, everything! It was maddening, it really was, and with a frustrated growl the boil hunched his shoulders up, rolling them back in hopes of relieving some of the tension that had tightened the muscles there, then stiffened. Where was his bag?

His hand flew to his shoulder, feeling around for the strap that had [ijust been there. He hadn't lost them! He hadn't! What was going on! In desperation he looked to either ghoul beside him, but the sight that met him made him he back peddle away from them. Their eyes, their eyes were glowing. An unfamiliar, eerie yellow hue that did not belong in those sweet faces.

His heel caught something as he continued to back away from the ghouls and he went down with a heavy crash on the path, grunting in pain as his tailbone connected solidly with busted paving. Papers scattered around him, stirred by the impact, and he grabbed for one. Map pieces? Where these his?

Why..

"Not again.." His voice was a labored whine as he pressed his hands to his ears. Finally he looked down to the thing he'd tripped over, it was his bag, but it was empty. He picked it up with a shaking claw, staring at it with wide eyes. He hadn't dropped it, he knew he hadn't.. he.. did he?

He didn't know anymore. The voices, everything. It was so hard keeping track of what was and wasn't.

How could you?

The jikininki cringed, getting to his feet. Only to be slammed into by a small blue whisp as he came darting out of the mist. Seiji caught him automatically, stumbling himself as he struggled to keep his balance. "Jove! Oh thank Jack. Don't do that! was so-" Yellow eyes.

Seiji jerked away, as if he'd been burned. Then stared down at clawed hand as the a new coolness danced along the black skin. He couldn't see it against the black, but he could feel it. Wetness, thicker then water. Horrified, the boil looked up, slowly, afraid of what he'd find when he looked at the boil, and his knees went weak when he saw the blood on the pups side.

How could you do this to me?

"I'm sorry!" He voice was high, panicked. "I didn't.. mean," he whined, letting his hand fall as he stared at the boil. Those eyes, those glowing yellow eyes. Was it Jove? Had he just killed his friend? Why wasn't he falling?


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PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 11:37 am


Jove whined. What was with Seiji's expression? Like he was horrified? And what was with the apologies? Something seemed very wrong, but the pup decided to do what he did best.

He snorted, pulling away from the boil very standoffishly, and making a face that said "I was the one who ran off, it's not your fault." The expression was completely incongruous to his completely shaken up state and the blood oozing through his shirt. It didn't hurt too much, right now he was too freaked out over losing his stuff and almost losing his friends to care about the wound.

That was when the pup noticed Seiji's horrified expression was focused on said wound. Jove's head tilted in a "Hey. HEY. It's nothing," manner, touched the injury to see if it was still bleeding, and then wiped his hand off on his pants. Then he turned to Junko and whined, pointedly glancing at Seiji hoping she would talk him out of that weird state he was in.

But that was when he noticed the yellow eyes. Both of them. Tomoko too.

The ears promptly drooped in a frightened manner, and Jove took a step backwards.
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PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 11:51 am


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"Whats real is that she's a threat. Kill her." It said back with a sense of conviction. Do it, Do it.
All this constant muttering of killing was hurting his head. it was enough.
"No more, enough of this." Damien whimpered out, like a soft plea.
"Listen to your other halves and just do it."

A strangled gasp broke the repetitive droning words of the fog as silence fell on his ears. "There's no way." He was shaking like a leaf. It wasn't possible, it just wasn't possible that this voice was..... no. He wouldn't believe it, not one bit. With a strangled cry from his throat, he ran off into the fog. He didn't care where he ran, as long as it took him away from it.
It was so thick, he turned left and almost toppled over a barrel. It was getting hard to maneuver safely in the fog. He needed light, it was too difficult to see. What did he have to combat this? "Ah the flashlight, where is it?" He could have sworn he put it in his bag. He told himself as he patted his side.

But the bag wasn't there either.

Oh no, where did it go? Of all times to lose things, did it have to be right now? It was a fools choice to proceed without his tools. He was going to double back and look for it when.
You can't escape.
The voice was creeping up on him slowly, constantly but slowly. He had to keep moving, his legs were burning from all the running, but the whispers were still following him faintly, softly. And then it stopped altogether.

He turned a corner and was ready to mark the place in case he ran past it again, and saw the open space littered with papers, black and white, littering everywhere. Clues everywhere and before he could pick one up to investigate. He heard a rustle from somewhere in the stacks of papers, he turned his attention to the pile, nerves tense and ready for anything. except for what he saw.

Nothing could prepare him for seeing himself there, standing and looking like there wasn't a care in the world. Green eyes met gold and the voice that has been haunting him for hours finally made sense.
"I told you, you couldn't escape."
It was his own.

Bloodlust Dante

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PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 11:57 am


West kept running long after his stamina ran out, cringing away from the derisive laughter and his own shame. The fog was so oppressively thick that it was a wonder he hadn't fallen and broken his neck, but since it was likely he was running in circles, the chances of him doing so were actually fairly slim. In addition to the strange noises, he kept seeing shapes in the fog and he cringed away from those too, until several of them seemed to coalesce into a familiar one. West stopped short, his breath coming in painful bursts.

"Holly?" He squinted. Someone chuckled. "DON'T LAUGH AT ME!" West attempted to raise his bat, only to find that the bat was no longer in his hand. His bag was nowhere to be found either, for that matter. Where had they gone?
PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 12:44 pm


While it would have seemed like Savior was hardly around and doing things during the brunt of the trip, the reality of it all was that the Marrowstripe was, well, asleep. Being a purely nocturnal creature had given her some habits that were hard to break and it wasn't as though she was needed for immediate combat. Riding on West's shoulders through most of the journey had provided her with a stable place to rest but it all came crashing down when she...apparently did. The rough landing woke her up and set her eyes out to viewing nothing but fog, a sight she was supposed to be getting familiar with each time she saw it though it wasn't quite clicking.

"Wesssst?" The monster rose to her feet and dusted herself off, her hands surprised to find that she was missing her bag and there were strange echoes going on all around her. While the life of a Marrowstripe was naturally solitary since they tended to kill and eat anything they saw it was odd for Savior to be like this. Her time at Amityville had filled her limited memory space with thoughts of being with West, with Kushis, and whatever else happened to happen while she was moving around. "Wesssst?" Her hollow voice shook with nerves as she looked around and she shivered against the fog.

In the distance she could hear a faint whistling sound, a hollow echo that every inch of her mind knew all too well. There were no words to be spoken, for Marrowstripe did not communicate with one another, but the message being broadcast by that whistling was loud and clear - there were others of her kind out there. A feeling akin to bloodlust started to rumble through Savior's emotional state and she cracked her knuckles, her claws bared and ready. It had been too long since she had hunted another Marrowstripe and it wasn't as though her senses were rusty. It was just that, from the sounds of it, there could have been at least three or more out there and Savior wasn't quite sure how many she could take on with the limited visibility.

With her natural ability turned off (not that she was aware) it would be much harder for her to place her sand to leave a trail to follow but she could, faintly, smell the scent of herself somewhere else. Her brain threw up a flag - West! - and a cold wave of fear ran down her spine. Savior didn't really understand that she had to protect West but she was rather fond of him - allowing him to be killed and eaten by a fellow Marrowstripe set her stomach to unease. "West. Coming." The monster started off in the direction of the smell, prepared to kill all who came her way. It was high odds that only she and West were left out there, surrounded by Marrowstripes. Savior was determined to amend part of that.

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PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 1:20 pm


Was this real? How could this be? He circled the person in front of him, his heartbeat was racing, palms sweaty. Was it possible that his copy was feeling the same thing too? No, he...I.....HE was too relaxed, like he was meant to be here. his golden eyes flicked over to him, as a curved smirk grew on it face, teeth bared as its syrupy voice spilled out. "So, shall we get this started?" He said as it pulled his own weapon from his pocket, a similar rusty pipe, green hued and giving his body an haunting glow.

The buzzing in Damien's ears grew to an alarming pitch, which was slowing getting blocked out by the throb of his pulse rushing against his ears. "Get what started, you little freak?" He spat back, glaring holes into his face. It was such a silly thought to fight with yourself, but how could he deny what he was seeing. That was there and taunting him. Was is bad to want to wipe your own smirk off your face?

It said nothing as that smirk, as if hearing his thoughts, melted away into a scowl and glared at this own reflection, all before lunging out at itself and thrusting out the weapon to mere inches from his opponents face. It was shadowboxing! But which one was the fighter, and which was its shadow? "You've always been so weak, leader, let someone else take the reigns" is said in a low growl before retracting his weapon and rushing off.
How dare He, How DARE he! The rage that built up in his chest was heavy. he would not be made a fool of by a mere voice in his head. With a tighter grip on his weapon, its metal gave off a dull green glow as he gave chase to his personal specter.

And When he caught up to him, He'll show it why he should stay in his head where he belonged.
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