Otto's divided attention was focused on Red suddenly. She'd thrown something at him after he'd toppled her sorry a** to the ground. Instinctively, he brought up Tenya as a shield. An action the pair had used often in their almost whole year together. It was just another attack, just another block.
The sudden blood curdling, terrified scream that rang out froze Otto's heart and nearly shattered it in an instant.
His eyes widened to their fullest, staring at the terrible event happening right in his own two hands. Tenya was dying. Her voice cut from his head so suddenly he felt as if a piece of himself had been ripped from his chest. "TENYA!!!" He shrieked just before the giant boomerang shrank and burned into a smoking stone tablet. In front of him now, holding onto what was once Tenya.. a zombie he'd once fought. His beloved weapon, replaced with a slab of rock and a disgusting walking corpse.
Livid didn't describe the rage he felt. Sorrow didn't begin to cover the pain he felt.
The silence in his mind was deafening. He knew what a stone tab meant.
Otto shook, his hands gripping the tab tightly, his icy gaze nearly shooting all blame at the zombie in front of him. He knew it was Red who did it. But now.. He had no power. He was now only a normal human with no partner.
Melvin was still there, helping to keep harm away from the now defenseless teenager. Solia's voice, Ami's too, was nearby. Otto's ears were ringing, his body hot with anger and loss.
He called for her in his mind, and received such horrid silence in return. Nothing. No voice. Nothing could ever replace Tenya.
His teeth were grit tightly, his knuckles white. His throat hurt as if that scream he'd heard had been his own. Move to a safe spot? So he really was useless now. He couldn't get revenge even if he wanted to.
"I can move just ******** FINE!!!" Otto screamed at Ami, his head turning suddenly to look at her, then swiftly to yell at Solia "NO I'm NOT FEELING OKAY!" He growled at her too, his form shaking in emotional agony.
It seemed his friends were too caught up in battle to respond. Jerry had to assume they were fine if they were still fighting. Keep your head, Roar warned, but there was an edge of uncharacteristic fear to the weapon's voice. Both of them were mesmerized by the shifting weapon in the red-cloaked apparition's hands.
It looked like... it was almost like Bix's bow.... the initial jealousy he had had just a few minutes ago of his fellow Sun hunter's demise was quickly replaced by horror.
"She's... she's stealing weapons..." He breathed.
Not Roar, never Roar. She couldn't handle Roar. He pushed his glasses up his nose, positioned his footing, aimed, and fired...
The blast ripped forth, ripping into her with ease.
Attacking: Red Damage done: 12 Total damage done: 102 Stats:
Name: Jerry HP: 55/60 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 20% Items: Med Kit X 2, Corrupted Runic Bandages RP Blurb: Disheveled hippie-nerd with a bazooka.
"IF YOU'VE BEEN DISARMED, FALL BACK!" Jerry roared, locking the beast in his aim once more. Even from where he was positioned he could hear Otto's panic. His friends were there, though, they could protect him.
A Sun had to do what a Sun had to do.
He fired again.
Attacking: Red Damage done: 10 Total damage done: 112 Stats:
Name: Jerry HP: 50/60 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 20% Items: Med Kit X 2, Corrupted Runic Bandages RP Blurb: Disheveled hippie-nerd with a bazooka.
Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 1Total: 6 (2-16)
Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 3:26 pm
There was no time to react. As soon as her tentacles snapped back to her, she cradled them in her arms, hissing from the sting that they throbbed with. She was knocked through the slice of a scythe through her, and she pulled all of her tentacles tightly behind her to keep them out of the line of fire. She was determined to fight back, but she wasn't risking her tentacles around these barbarians anymore, so her arms reached out to claw at the hunters. They were safe enough distance to keep out of her range, but her intent was clear. Come any closer and she was mad enough to rip their heads off.
Stats:
Name: Riley HP: 22/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 10%
No healing either and now it appeared as though some of the students were attacking as well. Mitsu pointed to Frost in a Storm before looking back to Shun. What was the right action? She no longer knew. Was Red okay as she was now or would she turn back into the creature that tried to end them last year?
The best thing she could do for now was defend staying close to Shun ready to fend of any attackers that might come.
Defending Shun for: 8
Stats:
Name: Mitsu Lupus HP: 47 / 50 FEAR Strength: 85% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: 2 pumpkin pills RP Blurb: a small 5'2" student werewolf with white short cut hair in a pixie style cut, a panda hoodie, and a tattered black skirt and leggings.
Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 9Total: 11 (2-20)
Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 3:30 pm
He'd seen Caelius do it, once. But Caelius was unmovable, unmeasurable. Unpredictable. There was no arguing against what he could, or couldn't do.
This, though. This monster in a red cloak that managed to rip Otto away from his weapon, she was a measurable risk. And suddenly, Robert's eyes lit up with desire. Jezebel was in his hand in a moment, and she could hear the sudden gasp of betrayal as she read what he had in mind.
You son of a b***h. She sounded hurt. It made him grin.
Robert moved in quickly, slashing away at the woman in red. His actions were belligerent and obnoxious, trying to hit her face, her hands. Anything to piss her off. Anything to get her attention.
Attacking: Red
Damage done: 7 Total damage done: 119
Stats:
Name: Robert Morris HP: 30HP FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 30% Items: 1 runic bandage from jenga, 1 from base RP Blurb: aderpderpderp
Unsurprisingly, Otto lashed back out at her. It didn't phase her in the slightest. When Junpei broke, she was malignant. Every bone in her screamed to kill the horseman.
"Otto, I swear to god I've already lost Marcus today, don't make me lose you too." She scowled, knowing that Otto couldn't leave without his weapon, but at the same time he needed to get his weapon back, and quickly.
She tried to send a shot straight into the zombie's skull, but her chamber was empty. "s**t," Ami muttered, glaring at the zombie. Hurriedly, she said, "Look there's a way to fix her- just get her back first. I'll cover you, and then we'll move. No buts. Got it?!" Even now she was busily reloading her gun.
Maybe she hadn't been able to save Marcus, but this was something she could do. She was sure of it. She'd keep Otto safe.
Stats:
HP: 25/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 55% Items: 1 Runic Bandage Name: Ami Raine RP Blurb: Looks like this, currently wearing this skirt. It's very important for rp guys. Has 2 runic guns holstered around her waist, but hidden under her coat. She's 5'2, tiny tiny tiny.
drifter jet enduro
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 6Total: 7 (2-20)
Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 3:34 pm
I'll be glad when it's over. She was ranting now, her voice hitching with desperation. I hope she does it. I hope she ******** you up so good you can never have a weapon again.
Robert was becoming an expert at ignoring the voice in his head. Just a little more, he kept telling himself. Just a little longer. He heard what could have probably sounded like crying, but he wasn't listening hard enough to distinguish it.
All that mattered was getting Red's attention.
"Hey, b***h." He called out, swiping with his weapon again and barely scraping her cloak. "Over here. You want something to fight? I'M RIGHT HERE."
For all it looked like, Robert had suddenly run to Otto's defense. But in reality, Robert gave as much damn about Otto as he did any other. His priorities were skewed, and only one other person knew them.
I ******** hate you. I'll always hate you, Robert Morris. I hope you die in this fight. I ******** hope Petra dies in the infirmary. I hope you all die at the hands of my kind.
It was getting harder, and harder, to ignore her.
Attacking: Red
Damage done: 3 Total damage done: 122
Stats:
Name: Robert Morris HP: 25HP FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 30% Items: 1 runic bandage from jenga, 1 from base RP Blurb: aderpderpderp
Gene had to go with Frost on this one; taint was taint, and taint needed to be removed. She didn't care who or what this thing used to be - it threatened her family and home, which was cause enough for Gene to attack it.
Following in closely behind the Wolfos boil, Gene gave the hooded red figure a nasty swipe of claws, letting loose a feral, guttural noise.
Attacking: Red Damage done: 11 Total damage done: 133 Stats:
Name: Genevieve HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: Corrupted Runic Bandage, Pumpkin Pill, Horseman Vial RP Blurb: Hipster ghost ghoul with draconic arms.
Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 3:39 pm
Quite frankly, Shun wasn't sure if this was really good either. Even some students were making moves against Red, and it has shown that she was dangerous right now. At the same time... she was focusing only on the Hunters. From what he could tell.
This could be a poor plan of action. Or it could be a good idea. But, right now, Mitsu was looking as if she was ready for incoming attacks or something to that effect. Nodding to her, he gripped her shoulder for the moment, then carefully started to make his way towards Red with the other lycan in tow.
"What would you have us do?" he asked quietly. His gaze flicked towards the hunters as he asked this, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire at the moment.
Stats:
Name: Shun Kuroda HP: 50 Defense: 8 from mitsu FEAR Strength: 85% Insanity Strength: 20% Items: 2 pumpkin pills + 1 magical healy vial from Arel FEARS: y3 SS, y2 Eye, y1 SS RP Blurb: Grim reaper with one eye.
Marushii
Blade Kuroda
Militant Raider
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 3:40 pm
Sammy's voice these days was always accompanied by the most acute sinking sensation. He hated women, he thought he might like them better dead. He was completely wrong. Just as he was about to spin on his heels and tell her to piss off, that something terrible had just happened and the guy hadn't even deserved it in the least, that their enemy was over there, the punch collided heavily with his shield.
He stumbled and fell to the ground, staggering to his feet hurriedly as if his life depended on it. Harrison had picked up the slack of the moment but if she wanted a fight, she'd get one and then he'd deal with the cloaked b***h.
Fishing out the last medkit, he slapped the bandaid onto the nearest bare skin he had, at his throat and smirked as his shield kicked up to full strength again. The charge thrummed in Tracey's blade. runic energy dripping off and fading in a parody of blood.
"If you won't fight the right ******** person, you go the same way."
human with vibrant red hair and a nasty demeanour,
weilds a massive two handed lochaber axe.
Pales rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 4Total: 7 (2-20)
Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 3:42 pm
Welp. That was enough lazing around being in the lap of non-luxury. Jude watched people get hurt and a few rounds of Cael being Cael. Then this figure standing around being lashed out at and lashing out in turn.
Jude just patted Ariane on the shoulder before he summoned his weapon and went to pay 'Red' a visit. A nice friendly handshake, blades first. He ran forward and thrust a blade at her.
Attacking: Red
Damage done: 3 Total damage done: 136
Stats:
Name: Jude HP: 23/50 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: Runic Bandage RP Blurb: Blonde human wearing a dark blue cowl and a Death division uniform.
Pales
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 3:45 pm
Nothing but a low hum. A soft din of notes. Bells. And then a sharp light that made him cringe away, a glow that increased in intensity. The delightful ringing in his ears began to morph and grow in volume as well, clamor, buzz, itch, shriek, an unearthly noise that pierced his head and made him shrink back, a semblance of a plea ready to he made known. Yet the noise kept swelling and demanded more and more, stretching him to his limit like putty as its insatiable hunger was fed -
And then Mort woke up to the chaotic world once more with an aching body and a groggy groan. The strongest sense of déjà vu enveloped him as immediately something grasped his hand away from a burning sensation, yanked him away somewhere, restrained him with - ropes? - no, something looser, moving around him but not binding him; he could feel the shift in the air, the soft sound of rustling.
Warmth. Protection. But...why?
He all but crumpled to the ground when they stopped, shaking and feeling ready to vomit out the contents of a non-existent stomach as he tried to hold himself together. His body felt as if every stitch ever made had been engraved upon him, every fiber of his being burning and itching like a new scab. Slowly, ever so slowly, his mind was catching up to their escape.
Bells. Red. Bargain. A sharp pain. Release. Sleep. Everything was coming in fragments that felt disjointed and ill-fit to his raw mind. He groaned again, slumping forward as he trembled and tried to make sense of what was going on. He had...died? But if so, the. How did he...
Noticing one of his hands was curled tightly around something, he forced his fingers to straighten and observed the softly glowing crystal fragment embedded therein, it's vivid blue light reminiscent of his energy bolts. It took him a moment to realize: this. This constant reminder of pain and suffering, of the five unwarranted human deaths he had caused, of the fights and secrets and guilt - for once this unbreakable piece of s**t had been truly useful. And only for the one time he would have rather remained well alone to boot.
A strangled laugh escaped him. The insanity hunter's manic episode had to come from a source after all.
This action seemed to weaken the zomboil, however, as he clutched at the witch's leg to keep himself sitting up. Turning his head towards hers, it was easy to see how haggard Mort had become from his experiences, the shadows about his eyes giving him an almost skeletal look. "M'a joke." It was barely about a whisper and held no humor, the strange laugh gone from his lips utterly. "Big. Cosmic. Joke." It was a quiet revelation.
And then there were the hunters. One looked positively livid and frightened all at once, the other was unholstering her guns.
Guns. He remembered the last time he had faced those abominations of weapons.
A savage hiss was issued as he yanked himself back up, defended by the witch's cards by wishing they would get out of the way. He said nothing to the lair but only clutched the grayed hand that had been on the tablet against his chest and watched them for the first move, equal parts battle hungry and battle weary.
It would have been the greatest joke of all to come back only to die by Jack damn ******** guns.
HP: 25 (defended for 6 by Belladonna) Attack: 0/3 Fear: ??? Insanity: 40%
-AyeAvast
-chimarii
-Drifter Jet Enduro
Pales rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 3Total: 9 (2-20)
Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 3:49 pm
Jude had the air of someone just wanting to 'get it over with'. He swiped at her a second time trying to get her to go down and stay down. This was just dragging on, and on. It was like a never ending day of trials and tribulations.
All he wanted was some rest.
Attacking: Red
Damage done: 5 Total damage done: 141
Stats:
Name: Jude HP: 18/50 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: Runic Bandage RP Blurb: Blonde human wearing a dark blue cowl and a Death division uniform.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 3:50 pm
With Yin's agreement to stay with him, the zomboil had turned away from the chaos, trying to find a place that they could go to, a place where they could at least have a chance of getting through this in one piece. That was what all he wanted, just a chance to get out of here, to get back to Amity, to know that Yin and everyone else was safe. He couldn't stop seeing what had happened to Mort, and couldn't imagine what Belladonna was going through. He thought he could hear the ghouls shrieks, her shouting, and it made him wince. He should be going to her, and pulling her back to what might be considered a safe distance as well. There was nothing they could do for Mort if they just all threw themselves at Red and got themselves killed....
There, an area that was relatively free of hunters, students, boogeymen, and professors. Alexander turned around, only to see that Yin had positioned himself in front of him, in a defensive position. It was a touching sight, and he felt his throat constrict a little bit, but they were too close, and he would not allow Yin to risk himself just for his undead hide.
King was suddenly there as well, joining them, putting himself between Red and the two boils. Everyone wanted to protect everyone else it seemed. Just as they had tried to protect Red.
He did not appreciate the thanks they had gotten in return.
Still, if Yin wanted him to walk, and was going to walk with him, he was going about it in a funny way. The zomboil moved forward, reaching a hand out as though to set it down on Yin's shoulder, easily looking over him and beyond to what was happening, his height giving him that advantage at least, searching for the red haired witch who he easily found near Red, just as the former gym teacher shoved her away, yelling at her in return.
There's no time! Do you want to join him?!
What had she done to Mort? The zomboil still wanted to know. He hadn't put his hand down yet, it was suspended in the air as he continued to watch, almost fascinated by what was occurring while at the same time horrified. Frozen, and unable to react as he watched what happened next.
Red hit buy a hunters weapon. Red getting to her feet, but shaking, looking almost ill. A flash of blue in her hands before it was flying through the air, whatever it was striking against the weapon that a familiar hunter wielded. Alexander had been on the wrong side of that particular weapon before.
And Alexander also recognized that object. The crystal. Mort's crystal. It grew brighter and brighter, and yet he could not look away. A hand, and then a figure taking shape. Mort. Mort was back.
A stone tablet was in the place of the weapon that was left behind.
The pieces of a puzzle began to fit in place in the zomboils mind.
Attention back towards Red now. Her hand was smoking. He...must have missed whatever had happened there, but it didn't matter. What was important was what happened next, and that was what she did to the boogeyman that approached her. Alexander was unable to hear the words from where he stood, but he saw what happened next, and then he did hear what Red had to say afterwards.
It wasn't enough. She needed more.
More...Fear?
What if she began taking other students? What if she did to the others what she did to Mort....?
The gears were whirring through Alex's mind, and suddenly he had an idea. A wild, crazy, probably the worst thing he could possibly do idea...
His hand finally settled on Yin's shoulder, tugging at him, gently attempting to guide him out of the way. "Yin I...I appreciate this, you know I do. But there's something I need to do. I'll be okay, I think...you just have to trust me." Even as he spoke, his free hand fumbled at the skull pin on the knot of his tie, removing it, clutching it in his hand.
It had to be now. She had said she needed more. He couldn't let her take it from anybody else.
He moved around Yin. They were close enough, having not really moved away as had been intended. He took a few steps forward, weary of the woman who now held shifting weapon in hand, first a bow and then a sword. He held his hands out, a gesture to make himself look as non-threatening as possible. The skull pin with the red crystal, his crystal, encased within was tucked into the palm of his right hand, the same hand that was emblazoned with the lost clans symbol upon the back of it.
"Red?" He called out to her, trying to get her attention. He had to give himself credit. His voice didn't tremble nearly as much as he thought it would. He moved even closer. "If you need more, you can take it from me. Please. I want to help you."
He left the rest of what he was tempted to say unspoken. I don't want you to hurt anybody else.
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.
Name: Jerry
