{ MAUL FINALE ORP } Fight For Amityville - FIN PAGE 10

[Zoobey]

It took the Arel no less than thirty minutes to navigate himself through the mess of thorns, branches, and vines that circled the entire perimeter of the wall. Sure he was looking less than stellar, sure he was still missing one boot, most of his coat, and his scarf, and sure he was still being chased by a flock of angry corrividuses, but what mattered was really that he had made it out of the maul.

And into the parking lot. The lot itself was entirely abandoned, covered in a thick even layer of snow. The secretary waddled across it, staring nervously left and right, as if expecting an Insanity-plagued creature to jump out at any second, his footsteps as they crunched in the snow loud and obnoxious.

He suddenly stopped as halfway through the empty lot space, something sparkled - perhaps some sort of glass stone? Arel dropped his bag of supplies and curiously ran towards it: it was glittering with its own light source, flickering pretty much like a tiny globular beacon. Squinting a bit, he picked it up-

- and nearly dropped it again. It was a snowglobe, which was ordinary in itself especially during the yearly Christmas invasions. If one indeed made miniature snowglobes of Amityville Academy, complete with students, tiny little students inside the snowglobe, running around, waving madly, and in some cases, running away from monsters. Was...was this some kind of joke? He tapped the snowglobe lightly, just once, watching the school quaver and, oh Pumpkin Baskets - there was miniature Hellma glowering at him from her tower.

Nervously, he looked around again and slowly, very slowly, put the snowglobe down on even ground, trying to think of what to do next. Well, maybe it was just a very convincing miniature version of Amityville complete with Headmistress and students, maybe he should just check on you know, the actual school first. He got all of three steps before he stopped.

Or rather, was stopped, confronted even, by several figures approaching very rapidly towards him. It didn't even take second for Arel to make a decision to simply try to grab the snowglobe and run, he made a dash for it-

- and nearly got his hand severed by a glowing scythe weapon buried right between the secretary and well, Amityville.

"If you don't mind, that artifact is ours." The Hunter was not asking, face buried underneath his hood.

OH FOR JACK'S SAKE, REALLY AFTER EVERYTHING ELSE? Arel tensed. Was it worth it to even try. Maybe he could buy some time until something miraculous happened, because really, an abandoned parking lot in the middle of the Maul escapade was sure to attract all sorts of attention. Maybe he could just feign stupidity. "I ah, didn't know you guys wanted a new Christmas ornament." He tried to sound and look disinterested, though slightly terrified might have been a better adjective. "I dropped it on accident, really, if you want to go Christmas shopping all you'd need to to do was ask-"

"- We know what it is." The Hunter picked up their weapon, taking a few more steps towards the object. "Which is why it would be very interesting to take back with us." Without waiting for Arel to reply, they leaned over and scooped up the snowglobe in one hand.

All sorts of alarm bells were ringing in the secretary's head. The first was the most logical - JUST JACKING RUN - the second was even more logical and involved running faster-

- Which is why he did the most illogical out of all those thoughts as the space around them suddenly exploded into sharp icicles. A couple of Hunters took a step back, including the one holding the snowglobe, enough for the secretary to make the most desperate attempt to grab it - it worked! - and then began running for all that he was worth.

This was probably the worst moment of his entire miserable little life.  

[iStoleYurVamps]

OuO! Was Desu-chan's face as she noticed one of her favvvvvvorite school secretaries running. Antlers Scarft King, (the most prettiest magical ice girl she had seen come from that box), also known as Arel was running and from the looks of it, he was running from Hunters. Oh how delightful. She needed to pay them back for you know. Nox. And the fact they were like the ultimate killers of tricks and fun and they could all go to Jack's arse.

Desu-chan had a choice to make. Drop her bags and allll the pranking goodies she'd managed to swipe from the Maul and find out where her favorite frosty the snowy secretary was headed, or, she could keep her things and go creep on him later.

Now while Desu-chan was all for a good creeping, Arel was being chased by Hunters. Who liked to pull the stabby stab on them. And were douches. Big ones. So as much as she would have loved to creep- with a sigh, she threw her bags into a tree, (maybe if she was lucky no one would notice them), and decided to go join the tiny demon.

Skipping out to join him, a trail of glitter following left behind in her wake. So there it was, Desu-chan, skipping beside Arel.... Until she began to skip backwards and stick her tongue out at the hunters.

Desu-chan always kept it classy.  

[ToT Ninja-san]

Mental note: Desu-chan's "shopping" was in a particular spot in a particular tree outside the maul. Good to know for later. Right now, though, there were bigger floresce to fry.

Like Hunters. Sigh.

The ninja became visible between Arel and Desu-chan and the pursuing figures. He planted himself firmly, stretched out clawed fingers, and smiled at the Hunters, clearly stating, without words, that they'd have to take care of him first.  

[Bilious]

Professor Norvegicus had spent a good long while unpacking his things and setting up fresh residence at the school after his long sabbatical away from the Mad Science labs. He had confidence in the new curriculum, and had heard a shining report (meaning he had received no report but found the labs carefully cleaned and organized upon his return) of his student aid.

When he had left to pick up a few more supplies from town, it had been a lovely morning, up until the Giftmas decorations had decided to run a bit of a muck. That didn't deter his spirit as he marched back to Amityville, arms filled with clinking bags of chemicals and fresh glassware, brand new and festive socks covering his bare pink feet and long, tail... but the walk seemed to be taking far longer than he remembered. He was FAIRLY certain a school was supposed to have been in this empty field.

Figures darted past and he shuffled his packages to politely raise a hand to ask a question- but while he was CERTAIN it was Arel, he seemed a bit too preoccupied to answer just then.

"Oh, Mister Arel- oh... oh, whiskers..." There was only a few moments of delayed reaction to the hooded reapers before the rattish man's ears drooped, nose twitched, and he dropped his bags to bolt for the tree line. Observe, speculate, plan, then execute, was clearly the logical course of action. Especially if it meant keeping out of harm's way. The plan would have worked, too, as he easily kept behind the running figures at a slower pace, darting between the trees to try to keep from view, if it wasn't for the young Trick or Treater that suddenly bolted by. Oh... he had been introduced to her before but what was her name?? He debated calling out to them, but *what good would it do*?? What was all of this about? And most importantly... where had the whole blasted campus gone?  

[iStoleYurVamps]

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Ninja-sannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn! You were hereeeeee being all defendery! Tossing a handful of good luck glitter on Arel, she stopped skipping backwards and went forwards towards the hunters. She probably didn't look very intimidating. Then again, she flipped open her cellphone and took a picture. For memories.
And photoshop.

But that was later. She had glitter and ribbons and the ability to flip ALL THE TABLES.
⊙ ◡ ⊙
Come at her bro.  

[lizbot]

Her hood up and phone out, Clarice remained with her leader, within view of Caelius and his squad, but away from the chase. This was her first time visiting Halloween without a golem, and the place definitely made made her skin crawl. The knowledge that she'd likely explode if she stayed to long didn't help matters, so her voice had a distinct edge as she received status updates from the other hunter groups running around Halloween in golems, picking up stray creatures in the massive confusion of this attack.

"Eclipse seven has caught two, and successfully shipped. Eclipse three has encountered Boogeymen is changing locations. Eclipse fifteen is fighting...a snowman." She paused a moment to mourn the Santanator, and found herself hoping that whoever got paired with Robert to oversee the Life trainees kept him firmly in-check. Who was it again...Madison had transferred, and well Before...had transferred too...

She stared at her phone.

She glanced over at the doctor, who was giving a less than kind play-by-play commentary on the Death Leader's running style. "Sir, is Robert...the only Intermediate Life Trainee?"

The doctor took one look at her expression and just laughed before turning his attention to the matter at hand, "Oh look, the ice elf has friends."

This burning sensation within her...was she already starting to combust from the FEAR, or was this simply the seeds of rage from merely imagining what kind of idiotic s**t Morris could be pulling right now.  

[Nothing Yet]

It would have been truly irresponsible for Professor Braxton to not take advantage of the excellent scams of the season. The Bait and Switch, the Knockoffs, the Repackaging, all of which left his pocket heavy and his terrible, terrible heart happy. So what if a few rotten little scarelings got a muck-taped scarebear for Christmastival? At least it was something.

He was merrily on his way back towards the Academy with a broad grin, planning exactly how he was going to stack his rightfully-earned riches in his classroom safe, tail clunkily "swishing" back and forth when...what was the secretary doing? Running away from the school? That really didn't make much sense.

"Hey! You already missed the good sales, kid!" Arel had very possibly been around much longer than the goblin had, but only one of them looked like he wasn't still a knob. Laughing at his own joke, he was almost too busy to realize that there were others there. Including Hunters.

"Oh Jack," he spat. His natural camouflage began to go haywire in a mad attempt to help him blend in, flashing from pale green to bright green to brown to mahogany. He about-faced to follow after that telltale blue scarf, considering the best ways to rig up a bunch of bombs out of sticks and dry leaves. Hopefully the others had a better idea of what to do here. Or what was going on, at least. That would also be good to know.  

[Bilious]

"Excuse me!" Came a hiss from the bushes near Braxton, "Er..." A pink, clawed hand suddenly shot out of the leaves towards the stalking figure, followed by a bespectacled head and wild hair, "Professor Norvegicus, Er, Norvie is fine, I'm not sure if we've been introduced... have you any idea what is going on? And er... whether we should be calling the authorities? Somehow I don't think that is the I.R.Hex angry about Mr. Arel misfiling his taxes..."

He was... not an outdoorsy sort, and had quickly lost his breath. Thankfully, a fellow professor- or what he could only hope was a fellow professor- had happened by in his own pursuit.  

[Nothing Yet]

The goblin came skidding to a halt, which was not pretty. His ears flopped and his bulky tail appeared to still go on without him, yanking him forward when it reached its full extension.

"Unmerciful Candlej-...! Tryin' to send me to the infirmary!" He clutched at his chest and looked at Norvie with wide eyes, skin still flashing irregular patches of its mimicked idea of "outdoors".

It really wasn't as serious as he made it out to be.

"Sorry, eh, there's just. There's Hunters. Arel came blazing through. Dunno what's going on, but it can't be good with their kind around. Pleasure though, Norvie; call me Zix." He gestured towards himself with his lengthy thumbnail (and a heavy helping of pride). "Figured it wouldn't be too bad to keep moving, but...you gonna make it?"  

[Bilious]

"Oh, yes, yes!" Norvie smiled toothily as he hesitantly stepped out of the bush and brushed himself off, his own tail in it's bundle of colorful sock twitching nervously behind him, "H-hunters? Frankenblunders, and all my best supplies are gone with the classroom," He huffed with concern, bouncing on his feet a moment as though building up the energy to follow, "Lead the way maybe there's something we can do to distract them!"  

[demon_pachabel]

Cricket was there in spirit.  

[Dragain]

Apparently Malcolm was there. In the snow globe.  

[danse-hexe]

Saika watched as Arel ran, though she didn't make any move until he picked up the shiny thing on the ground. There were others of her kind around; and some of those, as well. The humans.

She wouldn't have stepped in if a student was teasing Arel, but the rabbit wouldn't allow silly humans to bully him. Her footsteps were light as she ran across the snow, barely leaving footprints; while Desu-chan ran by Arel's side, Saika grabbed one of the secretary's antlers, pulling him forwards. Ninja-san would have to hold the fort on his own for a while (though it was likely the other teachers would step in).

Her first priority was to get the shiny trinket and the secretary away from the hunters. And then maybe she could play with them.  

[Zoobey]

While on one hand, Arel was running for his life, on the other hand, he was -

- No, he was still pretty much running for his life, snowglobe cradled in his arm. He was also pretty sure miniature Hellma was probably looking up at him from her tower with a miniature look of pure loathing, but chancing a look at the snowglobe or behind him was far, far out of the picture.

And when the first of the Amityville staff intercepted him between the Hunters, the secretary only paused for a second in surprise, enough to make a single mistake as he tripped over a particularly large mound of snow, falling forward, the snowglobe rolling down the expanse of the parking lot to finally stop as it hit the curb at the far end.

A moment's worth of silence, before he finally recovered his wits. "HELP SAVE THE SNOWGLOBE, THAT'S AMITY-"

-The shockwave pushed everyone one step backwards, sending the secretary flying. Caelius had finally decided to end his little glowering contest with H and his stationary team just in time to pick up, as he thought of it, what was rightfully in jurisdiction of Deus Ex Machina. He pushed his weapon forward, letting Circe attempt to clear a path through the Halloween specimens towards the snowglobe, tapping his headset lightly. "If you are done admiring my handwork, take the ******** artifact before we gather all of Halloween into this goddamned parking lot."

And with that, he plunged headfirst into and through the motley ensemble of Halloween creatures with just one target in mind, making the rest of his dispatch team pause for a second, dissolve into a few panicked shouts, and attempt to follow him.

BATTLE ROYALE

- This is a free for all battle between NPCS! Please follow the battle rules for this fight, make sure to quote your target(s) you are attacking, as well as post your HP value below. It is up to you to make sure that you tally the correct HP remaining. Good luck!

x_Nata_x

Your Heir senses an abnormal amount of Fear around and goes to investigate.. to stumble upon this fight!

Demon_Pachabel

Your Heir senses an abnormal amount of Fear around and goes to investigate.. to stumble upon this fight!

Random Artist

Your Heir senses an abnormal amount of Fear around and goes to investigate.. to stumble upon this fight!

Grey Dragon

Your Heir senses an abnormal amount of Fear around and goes to investigate.. to stumble upon this fight!

 

[prolixity]

The ninja's ear flicked back at the shout from Arel. The snowglobe - Amityville? That explained some things, while obscuring others. One thing that was painfully clear was that the Hunters could not be allowed to take the thing.

The shockwave pushed him back, and he didn't resist it, instead turning swiftly and allowing the force to give him an extra shove as he sprinted for the snowglobe, taking an almost absentminded swipe at the Master-hunter as he went. This would be one very interesting race.

Target: Caelius
Damage: 11
HP: 138/138

Zoobey