[!] [HH 3 vs ??] Lost in the Fog (Wilson/Mads/Feng)

[Syusaki]

Somewhere, Wilson had found himself once again separated from his previous group. Do I have great luck or what? [To be fair, you left the last one.] Not the first two. [Not the first two.] He dragged his canons across the ground briefly before he sighed, stopped, and lifted his weapon so they wouldn’t noisily slide across the dirt. He pulled down his mask and tried to peer through the thick fog. “Hello?” he called out tentatively. Wilson tried not to speak too loudly for fear of attracting one of the Insanity creatures. The hunter waited a moment before he put his mask back up and continued to trek through the mist in hopes of finding another hunter to keep him company.

If there was one thing he wanted to avoid, it was fighting an Insanity monster all by himself.

DarkHeartedSorrows

Kupuritama

 

[Syusaki]

Quote:

Rolling a 2: ALL DAMAGE DONE BACKFIRES ON THE CHARACTERS THEMSELVES (ie if you do 6 damage to the opponent, you take 6 damage). All your log seems to take second place as a voice calls to you, vague, agitating. It pressures you to attack relentlessly, brashly, without caring about your own wounds or damage done to your allies.

 

[keiifuu]

Madeline was lost.

This, sadly, wasn't something entirely uncommon in her very short-lived life.

Dragging herself through the mist, the Sun trainee gave an exasperated sigh. "Looks like its you and I again," She said out loud to her stupid-a** "partner", whose voice only echoed in her head sardonically with, ( What a goddamn blessin' that is. ) A few minutes later found her much less patient and a lot more irritable as the fog swallowed her tracks and everything seemed to look the same. So it was no surprise that Wilson's voice was like a beacon from somewhere amidst the white, and Madeline trailed after it like a lost puppy.

"Wilson!" She called, and then - "augh!"

She ran right into him from behind, like a boss.

Way to go, Mads. Way to go.

Syusaki

DarkHeartedSorrows

 

[DarkHeartedSorrows]

Feng looked lost. Terribly, horribly, adorably lost. He had somehow lost his Momma Candace in the midst of all the chaos going on around the grounds, and he couldn't see Syd anywhere. He'd summoned Shang so that the weapon lay across his shoulders like a security blanket, allowing him to wring the gold chains in his hands as he stumbled around pretty blindly.

Feng started at the voice, making a very unmanly whimpering noise as he spun around. Two seconds later, he realized that the voice was familiar. "Wilson?" he tried hesitantly. He headed toward the sound of the voice again, almost going weak with relief at finding a hunter he recognized. Unless Wilson hadn't been talking to him. Then it looked like Feng was some princess needed rescuing by a hunter that wanted nothing to do with him.

Awkward.

"Uh, hey."

Also. There was a hunter there he didn't know. Here to view all his humiliation. Life was great. Life was wonderful. Feng's gonna go bury his head in the sand now.

Syusaki

Kupuritama

 

[Syusaki]

It was difficult for Wilson to hear the returning calls to his tentative hello. He merely dragged himself through the fog until he felt a weight bump into him from behind. Wilson stepped forward and whirled around, arms raised and ready to point his weapon at the other if the need arose, but instead he found only more white. This white, however, was more reassuring and emblazoned with familiar gold. “Mads,” he called out, relief in his voice. Wilson pulled down his mask and gave the sun hunter a one-armed hug. “You’re okay.”

He perked up when he noticed another figure emerging from the mist. It was Feng, his Asian Bro. “Feng! Hey. I’m glad to see you’re alright also. Did you guys find anything around here?” Wilson shook his head. “Some pretty crazy stuff, if you ask me.”

Kupuritama

DarkHeartedSorrows