He felt his anger growing, frustration blotting out all common sense, the fog threatening to overtake him, make him suffer the same fate as the petrified hunters... but, it never came. In fact, he felt... a bit more calm now.
The voice sounded exhausted. T-thanks...
Part of Jake felt guilty. He had done nothing but b***h at Chester ever since he met him, and yet he was trying his best to keep him alive.
It was only then he heard a very familiar shriek. He snapped up his head to see that another weapon had been "broken", though this time, by that creature, and it belonged to...
He only remembered that it was the boy he said that wasn't worthy of being a hunter. So. Now there was a petrified, wait, no. THREE petrified hunters, two hunter/weapon mutants, one killed and one petrified, and two hunters weaponless. s**t. Things weren't looking good.
Jake felt a shudder in his mind. Don't worry. I won't let that happen to you. I promise.
They had their differences, but even HE knew he wouldn't last a second without Chester. If this creature wasn't dealt with, there were going to be more casualties.
He charged at Red.
Attacking: Red Damage done: 0 Total damage done: 200
Stats:
Name: Jake Cross Faction: Hunter - Death Trainee HP: 15/40 FEAR Strength: 15% Insanity Strength: 0% 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: 0 dmg
Fear Attack: World of Darkness (Y2 Headlights) Charge: 3/3 [0/2] Attacks Used: 1/3
Maybe it was fear that made him stumble, cursing as the hunter's blade cut into him, but he wasn't going to give up. To give up was to DIE.
Attacking: Red Damage done: 6 Total damage done: 206
Stats:
Name: Jake Cross Faction: Hunter - Death Trainee HP: 10/40 FEAR Strength: 15% Insanity Strength: 0% 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: 6 dmg
Fear Attack: World of Darkness (Y2 Headlights) Charge: 3/3 [0/2] Attacks Used: 2/3
She didn't miss the name. Neither her nor Israfel could have. It was after all, a tie, a connection. So- Solia. The files were forbidden to her, closed documents. She didn't 'need' to know Solia. She wanted to know. That was why she'd joined the hunters in a way. To get answers. To find solutions. Solia!
Looking at Melvin, Ami and Otto- "I- I'm going to move in, get a better shot." A lie. A large, ugly lie. She didn't know who had simply said the siren's name, but said siren was suddenly very worried. Very concerned.
Solia this is not the time or place to seek answers about ME. If they find you, catch you- Solia they will take a revenge. Twas my selfish choice. It is too soon, not the right moment- Please, please, fall back, go to Otto. He needs you. Solia!
Solia wanted answers. And the blue rose was simply a beacon to those who might have them. A finger pulled back on the bow- A note of fear, or worry. Solia knew that Isra meant well but- She wanted her answers. Israfel washed over her, trying to clear her mind but- She was so much like himself. So much, and it worried him.
Attacking: Red Damage done: 14 Total damage done: 220
They had to win, if they ever wanted to return back to Deus. His first mission. He wasn't going to die here. But if so, he was going to do down fighting.
Attacking: Red Damage done: 9 Total damage done: 229
Stats:
Name: Jake Cross Faction: Hunter - Death Trainee HP: 5/40 FEAR Strength: 15% Insanity Strength: 0% 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: 9 dmg
Fear Attack: World of Darkness (Y2 Headlights) Charge: 3/3 [0/2] Attacks Used: 3/3
Sharra had been standing back, claw clutched 'round the arm that had taken a hit earlier, trying to group up with Aksaja and at least defend the two of them. He'd managed to loose sight of the other, but there were now two clear targets on the battlefield. The Nergal boil did not remember Caelius from before, but he most certainly had heard the stories, and this fight alone was enough to establish the hunter as enemy number one to the slight blond demon.
They'd lost Red before, and acidic eyes narrowed at the remembrance, when Sharra had first realized that Halloween was not so untouchable as he would have liked to think. Hands tightening round his own limb, he weaved his way forward, expression strangely calm as he sought out the teacher, his fellow students battling against the Hunters that surrounded them. "Let me help too." That spoken just loudly enough for those about him to hear. Those like Astra, Alexander and Thackery...and most of all Red. People he truly didn't know, but now instantly respected.
And he braced himself for the oncoming attackers, claws clicking their defiance.
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herp. Hope it isn't too late to join the Red party.
Stats:
Name: Sharra Eldwaithe HP: 25/30 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 30% Items: Corrupted Runic Bandage & Horseman Vial RP Blurb:Like this, but with somewhat longer hair, and no vest. A bit disheveled.
Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 6:29 pm
Even as the two hunters dug their weapons into her, the pricolici continued to grin. Even as more blood began to poor down her side, leaving her legs slick and her body numb, she just kept that look on her face like she knew something they somehow didn't. Her good arm dropped down in front of her, bracelets clinking together, a brief flash of stored FEAR radiating from one of them as it knocked against a familiar piece of bone. She just grinned.
"This dog keeps getting up. That's what we do, little men." she taunted still, even as the light in her eyes went out and she dropped to her knees into the small puddle of blood that had pooled around her. She didn't fight back, she didn't scream, she didn't even reach for the two pumpkin pills that rested in her pocket.
She just looked up into the fog, as if able to see something they couldn't - or perhaps in some way just relinquishing herself to the fact that once again she had failed to be strong enough to do anything. Relinquishing herself to something beyond herself with nothing but a grin.
Shehk has relinquished herself.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 6:33 pm
Even when the dog surged past the sword, he kept his grip on Rep, and redoubled his efforts, elbowing Tybalt back and putting the sword between them again.
"Because you and your dumbass friends are gonna get all of us killed, that's why. You're Fear. We're Fear. That's Insanity."
Harrison looked nervously over towards where the fog was gathering.
"Anyone who sides with that deserves to get put down. You don't want to chase cats? Try doing something useful. Leave us alone. Come on. Please, I'm asking."
Defending: Himself
Stats:
Name: Harrison Hughes Charge: 1/3 HP: 39/50 FEAR Strength: 85% 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.
Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 6:36 pm
Alex had run off to go find others. Shun had no knowledge of these fear fragments as he called it, and so he stayed behind. Mitsu still needed guarding. And he wasn't willing to move too far from Red. He was just far enough so that he wouldn't end up getting hit by a blade while she fought. A few others had gathered towards her seeking to help.
For now, he was just silent, watching and waiting.
There were weakening hunters all around, and it was taking a fair bit of willpower to not just rush over to try and finish them off. No, he didn't want to leave Mitsu in the open on her own here. Red may have said that they weren't all bad, but he still believed they needed to die over all. It was going to take more than words to get him to change his mind about that after all that had happened.
He had no fragment to offer, but he did recall one thing.
"Red. Catch. I don't know if it'll be of use," he stated before tossing both of his pumpkin pills. Mitsu still had some from the camp as well, if he recalled. They should be fine with those if they really needed it.
Stats:
Name: Shun Kuroda HP: 50 FEAR Strength: 85% Insanity Strength: 20% Items: 2 pumpkin pills + 1 magical healy vial from Arel TARGET: Damage: FEARS: y3 SS, y2 Eye, y1 SS RP Blurb: Grim reaper with one eye.
The voice rang in brass tones through her mind, the volume itself overriding the whispers. Red quietly acknowledged her weapon, the Insanity-sword riding to parry a hunter. Wait -- didn't that hunter stab her in the forehead last they met? She scowled, parrying one of Madison's swords only to receive a blow from her second. Red used the flat of her blade to swat at the hunter's rear. Harmless, but at least that particular hunter will feel a sting for awhile.
She could feel her weapon's voice nudge her attention again, the focus on bringing the blade up to block the barrage of ranged attacks. he snapped.
Current state or not, I want to go back to Halloween. I don't want to die here, Red replied fiercely. I, no we are Halloween. It doesn't matter what we're made of, Halloween -- She stopped herself suddenly, holding her breath. That's it.
Red looked up and held out her hands, accepting the crystals from those who offered it: Alexander's, Mort's, Aymet's. She held them in her hands and clutched them tight. The Insanity-fog around her began to swirl, whipping faster and faster until it began to absorb into her. It seemed she would not need the students to offer her something, something that a majority did not have when she could take it from the world around them.
The ground everyone stood upon began to shake. The walls around them began to crumble as the fog grew noticeably thicker around Red. Those that were near her were pushed back, forced back by the fog that rapidly disappeared into her.
When the fog thinned, there was silence. The red cloaked woman suddenly bent over, clutching her stomach. Her face was hidden by her hood as she began to shudder, her form twisting and stretching into a new shape. She wasn't as large as she was previously, however anyone who had seen her before would recognize it: Red was transforming into her true werewolf form.
A row of jagged, red spikes erupted from her back as two black horns curled up from her temples, solid before fiery red runes cracked and glowed from within them. The white fur seemed to waver before suddenly shifting into a multitude of greys, settling ultimately on the black of corruption.
The monstrosity of werewolf-weapon moved, striding over to where Shehk lie, reaching forward to pluck the bracelet from her unresisting wrist. The purple crystal was obvious; what made the creature still was the sight of a piece of who-she-was attached to it.
Her red eyes blazed as she reared onto her back legs, two great black wings ripping out from her shoulders. She towered above them as she threw her head back, releasing a pent-up howl of rage and fury.
As Red howled, a burst of Insanity-mist spread out from her, obscuring everything and everyone. The mist cleared a moment later, and the hunters would discover something startling: they were no longer holding their weapons. All that remained were smoking tablets that used to be their tablets. For the hunters, the world was oddly quiet. Even those with Insanity couldn't hear anything.
Of course, the only one immune from it was Caelius. Red snarled as she began to walk towards him, roaring, "Caelius! You and I have unfinished business!"
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HUNTERS: Your weapons have been turned into tablets. In addition, your Insanity has been reduced to 10%.
Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 6:44 pm
'Master'-
Everything was white. Crimson was fogging his vision. If there was any pain, it simply did not matter. He turned to face Red again-
A figure stood there in the white expanse, the barest hints of grey, and then oddly enough, a flash of unusual colour. Purples and pale blues. It turned around.
"-Coming with us?" They laughed a bit, tucking a stray strand of hair behind their head. "We're still waiting for you you know. All of us are."
Anger, but not his. Someone else, a strange static buzzing noise. Louder now, even louder than the white, everything white white white-
'-He is mine.'
Greys again. The consistent and steady humming, rhythmic in his mind as in front of him stood the creature that would not die, over and over. The blow had been devastating, but he was by far defeated. It was less the situation, the grave reality of being entirely and utterly overwhelmed and more the sheer disbelief and pride.
Red should have died a year ago and stayed dead. Her reports, her work as a traitor, the hundreds of incidents relating to her prior survival since Defenders should have remained closed.
So why would she not flicker and finally fall.
No. Red was finished, he would finish it himself. He raised himself on more time - as he reached forward - as Circe sang, the weapon swinging downwards-
As the scythe came down, Red reached out with both of her hands. They were empty as she caught the scythe, pushing back against it as the weapon bit down into it. "Cute," she complimented with a growl. "You haven't changed one bit, have you?"
Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 6:46 pm
There was no fear. No hesitation, not even surprise, as if everything was scripted. Inevitable. Greys, mixed with the blacks and whites. Flecks of the same colour: indeed nothing had changed.
The weapon flared, attempting to push Red back further, though the wielder's movements were slower. Sluggish almost. He ignored her original remark. "What is your purpose then on returning?" Another feint forward with the weapon: a means of distraction. The death lead gazed into the abyss, eye for eye. "Is it just revenge."
The flare from his weapon forced the pitiful remains of the fog back from around them, revealing them both for all to see. Her arm raised, still clutching Circe and holding the weapon in place. She did not wince as the insanity-smoke hissed out from her palm, flowing out of her freely like blood. "Revenge? For what, you murdering me after all the time we spent together? Oh Cael," she sighed, the expression turning into a low cackle. Her free hand rose to cup his jaw almost tenderly, her black talons scraping non-too lightly against his skin, "Would you believe me if I told you I merely missed you?"
Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 6:48 pm
He did not even flinch as the claws, smoky black cut through skin and flesh. Crimson dribbled into the abyss of fog. The body, that of a Hunter, that of a Human, power restrained only by being Human, slowed. Everything dimmed, exhaustion slow and inevitable.
And still he persisted. Circe fell from his numb hands, it took more energy than his pride would ever admit to simply focus. Observation took very little energy after all: a simple tactic that was played over and over.
Hunters were no strangers to being defeated.
"A familiar name." The tone was even, blood-crusted eyes still searching, waiting. Observing. "Do you speak as the Red who defended Amityville or the Red who became a Hunter." A low tone, and yet words familiar, of one who had asked the question so long ago. "What are you fighting for."
As Circe fell, so too did she relinquish her grip on the weapon, allowing it to clatter to the floor. There was no echoing clatter as Red stilled, the werewolf-weapon matching the hunter's piercing blue gaze. She brought her hand from his face to her muzzle, her long black tongue slowly licking the beads of crimson off of them. As she did so, the runes on her began to glow with satisfaction.
"She who you speak of is the one and the same," she whispered. "I howled beneath the moon of Halloween. I raised my weapon high and fought alongside you against my own kind. There is no difference, no choice between them that must be made. Must the world be in black and white?"
"I must thank you," she said as she raised the hand Circe bit into to trace a clawtip down the gold edging on his coat, "In death you showed me a new reason, a new way. Is it not fitting?"
She slowly shook her head. "You were always concerned with the results. That is not what you, or everybody else wishes to know is it?" She turned and flung out her arms to indicate everyone present. "Who am I fighting for?" She repeated loudly, listening for the echo that would not follow her words as she turned around to face him.
She stepped closer to him, her face in his as she stared into his eyes. "I fight for myself and my beliefs. I fight to protect myself and my own. I fight for my Home."
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