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Ying's little body was not built for the cold. She had made sure that they were all outfitted for the cold in stylish furry Death bundles, but it still didn't stop her teeth from chattering, and her little arms shivered in the freezing temperatures.

She was busying herself fidgeting with the strings on Jing's hood, making sure he was toasty warm. Her brother wouldn't freeze to death on HER watch!

"Sit still!" Ying scolded. "If you don't tie it right, your horns will freeze and snap off- is that what you want?" It was a motherly sort of scolding, but at the same time it was coming from the older sister, not the mother.

Her own virus was held with much less care than Lan's. Ying's was a little orb of soft, but sickening seafoam, which she waved around like it was nothing. Far less dignified than Lan-senpai. Her nose was bright red as she fiddled with Jing's jacket further. "Sit still!!"

HP: 4 (◕‿◕✿)

"Ying if his horns freeze off in this cold of weather then it is only a sign that he is not worthy of them. So long as his fear is strong then you have no need to worry." A light smile, Lan them both a nod, "And this day, I feel no weakness in our fear. Come, let us go out, test our little ones. I am sure we can all use a bit of a... Warm up if you will?" It would do them well to get a taste of things to come. "But let us have a bit of fun. Once done, we will begin the infection... Proper."

Her target would have to be perfect. No one infirm, no one too old or too young. She would need to pick the perfect target. Gold eyes scanned the crowed that was gathering, feeding some wild birds. Birds that looked a bit like rats to her but birds all the same. Perfect carriers… if they were more friendly to humans. But her little babies were not for birds. No, she would infect direct. Singing sprouted up nearby, and Lan could make out only bits of it. Russian was not a language she had been fond of. But still she new enough to know pick out that they sang for their God.

A little light, all her own, she walked by the man who sang the most robust, leading the group. He was drinking from his water bottle and- It was so easy. Just a little bit, her virus in his water, the man drank greedily, swallowing her virus without even a thought. She watched him, followed him as he went about, talking to so many. Sharing his drink even- how delightful his overwhelming generosity. Those loved would be missed, and those that lived would fear for their own mortality.

The rash came, and his throat looked like that of a exotic bird, so vibrant and red. Boils, his little group fawned over him, unafraid, touching him gingerly, helping him back as soon he was nearly unable to move without crying out in pain. Pain, and fear. Fear at what was happening to him, once so healthy and now suffering in such agony. They bade him lay down and rest, but it just got worse. Screaming as he lashed out, calling for a doctor. A doctor who could do nothing. Lan would not let her chosen be taken from her.

He was dying, from what they didn’t know. His friends came, wanting to help, fretting delightfully over him. They called his family as others called the hospital.

Yet by the time he arrived to the hospital he was recovering. Getting better. Sent home-

His last moments in front of his loved ones. Absolute terror as they watched him die. His body shutting down on him. This was what Lan lived for. This absolute control over their lives. This is where a horseman belonged. In control. In power. With humans at their whims. This fear- she’d relish it.

Someone needed to tell Ying to cut the pumpkinbilical cord.

Jing however was aware that they were here for work, not on holiday. The couple in the hot tub did seem like the best victims for the disease, it was a good choice on Ying's part. "Love can be a wondrous thing sister" he cooed, "But it can also be your untimely demise." The jar was taken out of his sleeve, the container eased into the bubbling water and its contents flowed out.

It spread out with each ripple and wave, mingling with its sibling virus and into the poor humans and their love life. It was funny how much one little action like skinny dipping can cause such problems. Welts raised within moments from exiting the water, the lovers itching and burning and asking each other if they had been tested. the horseboil smiled once infidelity began to be questioned between them, love had gone sour quickly. Hives and welts turned into boils, festering and oozing with pus and filth and the fever that came with the inflammation response seemed horrible from his viewpoint.

The lovers soon came distant from each other with their symptoms and the plague only got worse. Rumors flew of whom was cheating on whim. That one of them got into something nasty and vile with a person of the night. Others believed someone was jealous of their adoration of one another and wished harm upon them. and some feared the idea of a pathogen that struck those active and in the throws of their lust.

The fear blossomed quickly between the gossipers and family friends, almost as quickly as the symptoms passed until the couple was no more. The fear and uncertainty remained and Jing relished in it, collected it without remorse. "They are gone, but their terrible tale lives on, and with it, feeding our cause." he whispered softly and dragged the smaller ghoul away from the crowd.

The twins reconvened with Lan, who said that it was time to really get down to work. Killing the couple in agony had been fun, but Lan was right. They were aiming for widespread FEAR, not potent coincidences.

She poured her own FEAR into the seafoam orbs and then sprinkled its particles to the wind, letting it be carried off to a rather important looking building. She always thought it was amusing how the humans would build themselves to the sky, only to come crumbling down at the smallest things.

No satisfying screams emerged though, no coughing or vomiting. She frowned, looking at Lan and Jing. "Did I do something wrong?" Ying was thinking it was her FEAR, not the humans being gone. She sighed and moved a bit closer to her twin. "It is your turn, brother."

Virus HP: 3
FEAR: 1

Deryk drew in a deep breath as he found himself in Russia, answering an emergency mission. Keeping Tooley at hand, he nervously looked around to try and see where the trouble was. Not too far off, he spotted the culprits. Three horsemen.

Yikes. This might be a little heavy for him to handle on his own. Hopefully, others will have received the text too. But.. he needed to get going here. The death hunter bit his lower lip, then started to make his way towards the closest one.

Once he came up towards one of the female hunters, he jumped and tried to do an aerial assassination of sorts.

It didn't quite go according to plan.

HP: 50
Damage: 3
Target: Ying
Charge: 1/3

Lan giggled behind her hand at the twins. Really, she did so envy them and their bond. Envy, and remain amused at their antics. They were spirited and skilled. Two things she liked. “Do not be discouraged. Each time we do not succeed, it only shows us where we might improve. But never worry, after all, when have we of conquest ever failed?” Lan’s answer: Never. She’d never admit such a thing. Those of her clan were flawless. Misguided perhaps, prone to accidents and lapses in judgment, but never failures or mistakes. They were perfect, each one of them.

Lan didn’t however, quite notice the hunters until they attacked. How lovely. “Ah, and so the pests begin to arrive.” She smiled a bit Before completely ignoring them, returning to her infections. “Tell me, do you both intend to make something new for the upcoming spring?”

Fear: 1
Virus: 1

As expected, Ying got herself in trouble in the human realm. Typical. Jing wanted to let out a sigh when the hunters that passed by got cocky and went in for the attack. The stare the horseboil gave the duo when they went after his comrades, the ghouls of the group. It was appalling.

"Proper boil's should not go after ghouls." was the only warning he gave, the longbow drawn, the string pulled and arrow notched.

The arrow was set free. toward the human filth that tried to harm his sister..