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 Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 7:25 pm
TEAM COMBO BREAKER
Team Members: Ren (kuromeez), LW (Kyrieko), Jove (Grey Dragon), Tybalt (OnionGrump)
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TRIALS OF DEATH: CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE
Your walk through the fog makes you feel colder step by step, inch by inch. At last, fighting through masses of unknown creatures, creatures who continuously talk about home, you reach a strange landmark.
A single tattered flag rising from the ground. On it is a very familiar symbol, a carved pumpkin emblazoned with an A. Amityville.
You walk over to the flag, but there's nothing else in sight. What does this mean? What could it mean. Warily, you look around for clues, hints, but the fog is too thick, it is hard to see anything. Oddly enough, as you search around further, you hear a vague buzzing noise, similar to something building an electric charge-
- There is a loud ZAP and you black out immediately.
When you wake up, you realize you are tied, rather primitively actually, bound by thick ropes, feet and neck coiled with chains. You seem to be in a series of what look like underground caverns, the lighting dim and shallow, a few figures milling around. One of them is looking straight at you, and takes a step forward.
You do no recognize them at all, an undead carrying a thick set of chains and what looks like a primitive helmet. He strides towards you, and sticks the helmet over you head, staring at you suspiciously. A grunt. "So you can't log out, while we interrogate you." In his spare hand is a weapon, a rusted broken saw. He leans closer with the weapon-
- "Wait! I'll do this." Another much smaller figure leans over, except this one is very familiar: the tattered blue scarf and general washed out appearance did nothing to hide that this was a certain school secretary. He looked extremely worn out, expression both suspicious and haunted as he leaned closer towards you, traces of recognition in his eyes. "Who are you?"
"The are spies." Grunted the other, unwavering. "We shall torture them, kill them from the inside out, like they have done to us. It does not matter what the spies look like."
They sighed, recoiling backwards. "You are right. These students died years ago."
You quickly scan around you, noting the drab landscape, the survivors looking at you curiously. Yes, survivors, you are looking at the last few remaining survivors of Halloween. A few questions cross your mind.
a) You ask about where you are and the status of Halloween/ what is going on
b) You ask about who has survived. You begin to rattle off names, places.
c) You call the secretary out by name. You mention the Trials, and the last time you saw them.
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OUR CHOICE:
c) You call the secretary out by name. You mention the Trials, and the last time you saw them.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 8:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 8:08 pm
When he woke up, it was not in Amityville.
Ren was used to the dreams; he was used to the nightmares that plagued his mind nightly, usually on a daily basis - though on rare occasions he got some respite in the form of a quieter dream, usually when LW or Jove was sleeping in the room with him. And usually, when he awoke, it was to the sound of one of them waking up, or the sound of Rhys breaking something again, or maybe one of his foxfires sniffling throughout the room.
He did not, however, expect to wake up to this.
His feet were unstable on the ground, which was trembling hard enough that it was difficult to keep himself upright, Ren staggering sideways. There was nothing around - nothing except black grass and an enormous old tree and a thick fog surrounding them.
Wasn't this supposed to have been Amityville?
It was terribly silent here. No spectators, no family, no friends, nothing.
A sudden noise made him wince slightly, Ren turning slowly around, trying to do so without toppling over. He caught sight of something black, something that looked as though it were filtering upwards into the fog, mixing with the grey blankness.
What the hell was that?
Ren had not even gotten this bizarre sight into his mind before he heard footsteps behind him, and spun around - almost too fast, swaying slightly - to see the two figures walking towards the machine, clearly not looking in his direction or paying him any mind at all. They were focused on the drill-like thing, speaking quietly to themselves.
Ren took another step back, wings curling against his shoulder blades.
Where the hell were they?
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 8:13 pm
When Jove woke up, he was disoriented and confused. Was it a dream? Delirium after the stress of the past trials? He wasn't still in those dark caverns, or the fiery caves, but... this wasteland was just as ba- Wait.
This was familiar. Unnervingly so.
The pup rubbed at his eyes and scented the air. No, this was definitely a place he recognized, and the harder he thought about it, the more fear gathered in his belly. He scrambled to his feet, for once ignoring the dirt and dust on his knees, and on the white, ruffled cuffs of his shirt. Scenting the air again, that was when he noticed his group members were also present. Somewhere in the mist...
He trotted over with relief and gave Ren a shove from behind, pressing himself against the comforting soft feathers.
But the moment his fluffy ears caught the sound of footsteps over his own, he froze. Were they officials for the trials? Or was he okay to be paranoid? Remembering how the hunters had tricked them once, the last thing he wanted to do was approach the strangers who seemed unbothered by the unnatural state of the land. And that... thing. Hadn't he seen that sort of mist before, the dissolving of FEAR? Poor little Hairless was only a wisp of FEAR compared to the amount coming off that awful machine.
Jove let out a warning rumble, hardly more than a vibration against Ren's back.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 8:24 pm
Not expecting the small push from behind, Ren nearly fell over onto his face in the charred grass. As it was he managed to catch himself before that happened and only stumbled forward a few steps. He knew who it was before he heard the warning rumble, however - there was nothing that could prevent him from recognizing the habits of his little brother. Automatically his wings curled a little, an almost subconscious gesture of protection around Jove.
But he could feel the anxious, unnerving growl against his back, shivering up his spine.
What's going on? thought Ren, tail flicking. He did not know whether they should try and talk with the two figures, or whether they should hide, or if they should just start trying to walk away undetected, or if they should just stay put and wait.
I don't like this, he thought, pressing his lips together uncertainly. His tail brushed against Jove's ankle, and his gold eyes searched the fog for a familiar glimpse of red hair, or black, something to know that LW and Tybalt were here somewhere...
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Wyntre IceBlade rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 8:27 pm
Something seems to have separated from the mass of fog, staring hungrily in your direction. It tries to talk, but instead, hisses lowly, though you can make out a single word as it speaks.
Home. ((OOC: Damage Done: 5-6 = 0 Target: Ren HP remaining: 10/10 ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 8:31 pm
To his credit, Jove's childish clinging helped Ren stay on his feet. And he would stick to that story. As the gryphon examined the scene, the little pup scented the air again, ears folded back in a nervous expression.
There, the scent was coming from this direction... He ducked under one wing and gave a tug on Ren's sleeve, holding his brother's arm close instead of his usual attempt to drag the lazy gryphon forward, and pulled them deeper into the mist. The other two canines couldn't be far off, not if he could catch their scent in such still air.
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 8:35 pm
Ren did not mind the childish clinging in the slightest, mostly because it made him feel very Big Brotherish and that was something that made him happy.
Even if they were in a rather uncertain, nervewracking situation like they were now.
With Jove clinging to his arm, clearly being able to detect LW and Tybalt's scents, Ren started walking forward with the pup...only to be completely sidetracked by a large, wispy fog creature that had just materialized from the dense grey smog. Ren stared at it, eyes wide, but all he could hear was a low hiss emanating from formless lips.
"What the Jack - "
[ HP: 40/40
Target: BLOB THINGY
Damage: 3 ]
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Grey Dragon rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 8:39 pm
Jove was startled by the sudden appearance of the shadowy creature, and his disquieted mood bubbled into panic. No, Ren wasn't allowed to get hurt! They had to stick together, or he would be all alone here! He lunged at the creature, snapping his teeth around a vague, poorly-formed arm. A whisper reached his ears. It sent a chill up his spine, and the pup bristled protectively in response. Perhaps he bumped into Ren again, but he could always put that down to wanting to protect his brother. Not because he was scared. HP: 40/40 Target: Misty Creature Damage: 5
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Wyntre IceBlade rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 8:40 pm
kuromeez Ren [ HP: 40/40 Target: BLOB THINGY Damage: 3 ] ((OOC: Damage Done: 5-6= 0 Target: Ren HP remaining: 6/10 ))
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Wyntre IceBlade rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 8:52 pm
Grey Dragon Jove HP: 40/40 Target: Misty Creature Damage: 5
Home! ((OOC: Damage Done: 6-6= 0 Target: Jove HP remaining: 1/10 ))
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 8:55 pm
It was one thing for the misty creature to attack Ren.
It was quite another for it to attack Jove - especially when it was already an unnerving creature, the whispers haunting throughout Ren's mind.
With a snarl, Ren leapt forward, his arm whipping out, the claws of his talons lashing at the thing - whatever it was, and ripping through it.
"Go away and leave us alone," he hissed.
[ HP: 40/40
Target: BLOB THINGY
Damage: 6 ]
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 9:00 pm
The loud hisses and wails suddenly stop. A single question emerged from the fading mist
Home? ((OOC: Damage Done: That was fun! thanks even if the die hates me tonight lol Target: NA HP remaining: 0/10 ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 9:02 pm
It was gone.
Ren watched it dissipate, a frown creasing his face as he took a step back, biting his lip.
What was that? What was it doing here? What did it want?
And where is "home?"
Too many questions and not enough answers. Ren rubbed a hand across his face and took a few steps back towards Jove, reaching out to rest his hand atop of his little brother's head.
"You're okay?" he asked, serious, for once, and not exaggerated, dropping his hand after a moment and looking around worriedly for LW and the black dog.
Hell, he even wanted to see Tybalt, just to know that the situation was not as eerie as it felt.Wyntre IceBlade Thanks so much! biggrin DD That was fun! <33 And don't worry, the dice like to troll ;DD
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 10:18 am
LW felt dizzy with disorientation. Eyes darted around rapidly as she tried to walk...and fell to her knees from the unstable ground. That was trembling? What...what the hell was going on? This was a nightmare, wasn't it? She'd had them before. But nothing like this! Usually they involved - as of lately anyways - the haunted house and that hunter boil. This, though? The she-wolf shivered and tried to force herself awake.
Wake up! Wake up! Wake-
The she-wolf froze, partially crouched down, tail curling around her. She lifted her nose to the air again...yes. Yes she knew those scents. And the more she looked around and areas of the fog thinned enough to make out shapes...LW shivered again. School grounds. The forest. Yet, not at the same time. What's going on?!
The loud sound that had initially woken her up startled her. She felt her heart racing and fear slowly rolling in her stomach. Oh Jack what was that? Where was she really? Ren? Tybalt and Jove? Were they here too?! Wait, what was that sound? LW titled her head, instinct telling her to stay low and not draw attention to herself. There was someone walking and a strange thing that seemed to be digging into the ground? Maybe. LW honestly didn't trust her eyes right now. Hearing and smell were somewhat reliable. In fact, she could smell them! Ren and her teammates! They were here. Somewhere.
More sounds. Was that a battle?
Ren! She wanted to shout, but fear was making speech difficult. Was he close? Or Tybalt and Jove? Someone...please.
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