Bix jerked to consciousness only to crack his head backwards onto the ground.
"Ah s**t.." He sprung to a sitting position and rubbed the back of his head with a hiss. He tried to retrace his steps mentally. He'd been with Jeremy and Ariane.. they'd fought a mantis monster. Then he'd gotten separated and then after wandering a while.. unnghhh.. here he was.
The hunter summoned Mina and the glowing red of her gems was a comfort in the dark.
"HELLO?!" His voice sounded empty, hollow, as if the fog itself prevented it from travelling. Rising to his feet he heard a crunch and looked down to find some sort of smashed glass and liquid.
"Uh.." Bix backed away and hope that wasn't some sort of livfe saver he'd need later.
Drifter Jet Enduro
Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 7:24 am
Mot awoke in a daze. He'd felt like he'd been turning into something not so long ago. After that, it was a blur. Now he just felt empty. Was he even truly awake? All he saw was white and grey. Fog as thick as pea soup. He could barely see his own hands.
He moved, barely hearing the crunch under his feet. One step. Two. Then he stopped again. What was the point anymore? What was he looking for in this place?
He couldn't see anything, so he started to walk again anyway. Maybe he was in limbo. Maybe all this was---
Was that a figure in the fog? IT WAS COMING RIGHT FOR HIM! Slowly... ok so maybe it seemed to be meandering in his general direction. Bix raised a hand but the depth perception in the fog was definitely skewed and the tall thin figure ended up smacking right into him.
"Watch yourself there..." His eyes travelled up the familiar western garb, "..cowboil."
Bix clutched Mina tightly. He'd been able to work Mot before, say the right things to avoid confrontation, but since then he was involved in the kidnapping of that wolf ghoul. He'd easily fallen in with the mood of the mission, taunting and using what he knew to his benefit. It wasn't exactly a good setup for civility right now.
The cowboil looked out of sorts so Bix took the moment to back away a bit. "Hey Mot."
Drifter Jet Enduro
Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 6:53 pm
Ugh. While Bix wasn't the worst of hunters, it didn't mean he was a good guy. He was a trickster, a liar. Mot narrowed his tired gaze at the shape, details slowly shifting into view.
"Hi." He replied bluntly in a cold tone. "It just figures. Something bad happens, and a hunter is in the middle of it."
The Grim summoned his shotgun and kept it aimed at Bix's torso. "I suggest you keep your distance from me."
Bix held up his hands innocently when the shotgun came out, though Mina balanced on the thumb of one hand, her gems glowing ominously in the swirls of fog. "From my point of view, something bad happened and Amity kids are at the middle of it." There was a casual shrug.
Bix backed away a few more steps but each step brought more swirls of fog and soon Mot was simply a strong outline. As much as he didn't want to be stuck with a student, the idea of being alone in the fog seemed much worse. "Ok.. so.. four steps." He stepped forward again as Mot's features came into view, "before seeing is an issue."
"Unless you'd prefer wandering off alone." Bix glanced behind him. "I could go that way and you could go... that way." He nodded behind Mot. "It's not like I want to hang with you or anything but the alternative is fog. Not nice things in the fog."
Mot watched and listened to Bix carefully. He hated the man. Every word and movement reeked of betrayal. On the other hand Mot hated to hate and hold grudges. It hurt more than anything. His survival instincts clashed with his comfort levels.
It was true that the fog was more dangerous than Bix at the moment. Mot huffed, turning his aim from the hunter. "Fine. Let's stay at least a few feet from each other. But that's only because the fog is hazardous to me." And if he went crazy again, he could take it out on Bix without guilt.
Mot kept a continuous eye on Bix. He didn't trust him, but at least it was only him. If his friends were around, he'd have ditched the traitor in a heartbeat. In the mean time, he decided to look around.
"Fog is hazardous to everyone." Bix got a more serious face. He'd beaten Mot in a fight and he was confident he could do it again. It was rare when Bix had self confidence at all, but he was in work mode right now. Mot was not his concern at all... the fog was. "I've been.. infected before. I know what it's like. If anything.. seems like the fog is our mutual enemy."
Bix lowered his bow finally, taking his movement slow so that Mot didn't straight fire at him. He had it at the ready but his focus was spent on scanning the fog.
"I just do my job you know.." Bix said after a long scan of the surroundings. Was he talking in general or was this a hint towards their last meeting. "Following orders."
Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 7:44 pm
Mutual enemy. Mot didn't want anything between him and Bix to be mutual. The very thought of working with him made him ill. He already felt lonely and empty thanks to the fog's earlier work.
"Only fools follow orders blindly." Mot snided back. "If you had any ounce of virtue you would make decisions based on those morals not not because daddy said so."
The reaper cast a glare at Bix's form, huffing and looking elsewhere.
"No one controlled you to do and say what you did. It was your choice."
"Virtue doesn't seem like something that's been sprinkled liberally throughout your side either. In fact isn't the definition of Halloween quite the opposite of virtue? You aren't a human. We invented virtue. You are just something that comes from us. You all are the opposite of our world's virtues. Stop acting like you all are something that you're not." Bix's expression was belittling, as if Mot was talking like some starry eyed child with high hopes for the universe. To Bix, Mot was missing reality in his ideas.
There seemed to be a growing light in one direction and so he headed that way. The bickering, it seems, would continue until something happened. "I chose to stare FEAR in the face everyday so someone's baby doesn't have to. Dude, this isn't Monsters Inc.. You guys aren't planning out some grand scheme to fuel your world on the laughter of children. You will, and forever, want to make them scream." Bix turned to face Mot, walking backwards towards the light.
"I made a grown up decision. I took a job. There's no choice for me anymore. This isn't the kind of life that you dabble in for a year or so until you realize it's not for you. It's either for you or you're dead." Bix motioned the bladed edge towards Mot a moment, the dangerous looking ends were a new addition to the weapon. Bix had powered up, yo. "And guess how we die."
Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 9:35 pm
Hunters and theyre belittling words. To them, Halloween was just a pesky hive of bugs needing to be killed off. They were a biproduct of humanity. He knew that to be true. But why did that mean he had to put up with Bix's critical opinions.
"Suddenly the fog seems welcoming again.." Mot muttered darkly. He'd take becoming the fog over talking with Bix.
"Well, good for you Mr. Hunter." Mot snided critically. "I'll just sit here and let your kind do as they please simply because you feel it is right and okay. I'll just sit back and let my friends get hurt, tortured and die. You act as though you're so entitled simply because you gave something up to do this job.
Asking us not to scare is like asking you not to..." Wait.. what did humans do for ******** style="color: darkred">"Forget it. I don't want to talk to you."
"But you don't die. Nothing you people do is dying. Even if you become a weapon you're not even dead. Stop acting like you are some sort of thing living from moment with fear for it's life." Bix waved. "Have fun in the fog. No. Really. Go ahead. I'm headed towards the only thing that looks promising so if you aren't going my way than I will see ya around. Maybe on the battlefield.. where you won't die some more and maybe you'll kill a few hunters and feeling of that can soothe your virtuous soul." Bix waggled his hands dismissively at Mot.
"Ohhh.." Bix made a girly voice. "I'm gonna dissipate oh no.. I don't even bleed right. I just reform like a ghosty mist. Wah my weird fake life is so painful. I'm a skinny emo teenager who dresses like a cowboy.. waaah.. Even though real cowboys are tough badasses with horses and guns WHO KILL PEOPLE."
Bix was like.. nancing at this point.
Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 9:49 pm
"WE CAN SO DIE! I've seen it!" Mot growled with fists clenched over his gun tightly.
Bix's teasing and irritating taunts were poisoning Mot's mood. That empty feeling was filling to the brim with anger. His attire had always emulated what he'd admired. The more he thought about it each passing day, the more he felt maybe it just didn't reflect his true self. Maybe it was time to stop playing pretend. But it was a terrible human that was pushing those feelings to the edge.
Mot lost his cool, and threw his gun at Bix's head. He allowed it to dissipate after ward, and turned in the opposite direction.
That a*****e...
"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SAY ANY OF THAT! I'm no less a being who feels than you! If anything, you're the monster between the two of us!!"
Mot was fuming. This hatred was almost painful. Too painful to cope with. He was almost running now, in the opposite direction as Bix.
Bix had been too busy mocking the cowboil to hear the gun coming but thankfully he had a FEAR sheild. Other than feeling the impact, there was no pain. He rubbed his head in surprise as the gun reappeared in Mot's hands.
"I've got every right. I'm human. I live in the sun and light and life. Real life. You're just a byproduct. Some baby, some child, some poor young girl had to be terrified.. oh a lot of them did probably, for you to even exist. You're just some emotional runoff wearing a human costume. It's Halloween after all... it's all about dressing up like something you're not. At least your monster friends have the balls to look scary."
Bix was headed for the warm light. Another light had appeared with a distinctly cooler feel but Bix gravitated to the slight warmth in the distance that chilled his fog soaked bones.
"I'm not a monster, Mot. I'm a human who can acknowledge my true human traits. I'm a man who made a decision for his future. I'm honest with myself and those around me. Not sure that you can even acknowledge your own existence properly." He cast the cowboil a glance as he charged away.
"See ya."
Drifter Jet Enduro
Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 7:38 am
If Bix was headed for a warm light, Mot was blindly following a cold one. Cold or warm, it didn't matter. Bix's words hurt. The man was a master at finding a way to dig into your skin like a dirty insect. His belittling and condescending speech was driving the reaper mad.
Bix rolled for a horsemen vial and walked towards the WARM LIGHT
Bix fiddled in his pocket with the strange vial he'd found. He probably shouldn't be touching it. Could be some sort of Halloween trap. Occasionally he'd glance back to see if Mot was there.Why did he care?
Maybe he did. Maybe he didn't. Bix didn't wish fog-death on anyone though.
He huffed and turned back towards the warm light. Was that a fire?
"Hello?" His words, once more, were eaten by the fog. He squinted until figures came into view. The fire was warm though. Bix's alertness sagged only a moment and it was a giant mistake. A figure rose up next to him and with a hiss it struck him fast.
"Ah s**t!" Bix's attempt at a dodge wasn't as effective as he hoped and as the other horsemen came into view he knew he had to run. Already the hunter could feel the wound more than he should. He needed to get out of there. The albinotook back off intothe fog, heading back the way he came.
