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Zoobey
Artist

Magical Incubator

PostPosted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:11 pm
OOC
If you arrived either from here or here you are good to enter this thread!


Sand. It roared and stung all bare skin and flash, unnaturally sharp. The second sensation was the wind, enough to blind all other senses: sight, hearing, even the voice itself until everything was lost in a maelstrom of murky pale yellows, greys, whites.

For the Hunters, this was enough to render them nearly invalid the second they stepped through the portal. It was enough for them to stumble around confused as they tried to gain any steady footing, as the ground purposely flattened under them and then caved downwards, thwarting all plans beyond confusion, beyond the stinging pain as the sand moved unrelenting.

For the Lost Clans this was almost second nature. Especially those of Famine would find themselves almost at peace. They were not for lack of a better term, swimming in their element but instead familiar with the dangers of the environment. The deserts of Famine were always relentless, it was wise to seek cues, from the way the wind moved in bursts, from the footholds in the sand to always find their way home.

And speaking of Home-

- For those who were slightly grey they could feel it. Something else lingered just at the precipice between hallucination and imagination, something as if slumbering right beneath their feet, waiting to be called so they could go Home together. It was barely below the level of a whisper, easily drowned out with the torrential environment and yet-

- Without warning everything stopped. The wind simply dropped, the ground steadied itself, just slightly as the sun began to burn, unrestrained. There in the desert were several shapes, odd and very human-like, white and black, speckled in an almost circular shape around each other.

Horsemen. Hunters.

At first neither parties moved. There was simply a moment where too much had assaulted the senses all at once that it left the brain very little imagination to speculate on what to do next. And if that was not already uncomfortable enough, there stood between them all, in the absolute center, a very large triangular monument. It wasn't exactly a pyramid, instead entirely a flat triangle, raised twenty feet with it's highest point up in the air, casting a long shadow to one side. Around it in perfect circles, looped twice, three times if not half-covered by the sand were odd marble pedestals etched with glowing dark red runes, twelve to be exact, perfectly spaced out between each other.

For a moment, in almost sheer disbelief at the defiance in physics, the triangle seemed to move exactly one notch to one side, from one rune to the second-

- Until it became evident that what moved was not the object itself but it's shadow, as the item stayed stationary in one place. The shadow cast itself on a rune shaped like a sickle, and then stopped.

And then everything seemed to explode at once amongst all arrivals. Sam tapped her headset. "Spread out! Don't let them corner you together. Those big ones are dangerous, who the ******** told us it was safe here?" The Death Hunter gave Mark a look, the actual Death assistant just as shell-shocked themselves.

"I don't know I um- uh, requesting back-up," Mark began to madly type onto his tablet laoptop, "I'm getting a signal loaded, god, I need time." The last part practically came out in a whine as he set down several wires haphazardly, right next to the monument.

"Fine!" Sam snapped back, "You heard the useless guy. At this point we still outnumber them but don't get too overconfident, the vicious ones you're looking at are Heirs, I'm sure you recognize them. They're probably back to resurrect their dead queen or something, whatever it is you can bet this-" She pointed to the triangle - "Is bad news. It's sending some strange signal too, I'll work on getting it disabled, you guys work on the ponies."

At the same time several of the horsemen could feel something shifting underneath them. The world seemed to flicker grey for a second. A first nothing and then a surge of anger. "ThEY aRe TaKinG oUR HOME." It felt irrational at first, and then a little sad. It sounded like Medea a little bit, and then of their lost clans and kin, and then even of the horsemen clans leaders, the ones who had watched over the old islands, guarded them for centuries and ultimately reminded them of their true Homes.

As if in response to this strange whisper, large red spikes, bone-like rose from all corners around them, effectively trapping them inside the monument with the Hunters. It felt like an arena. It felt like a slaughterhouse. Thin glowing red lines snaked across the ground, forming patterns and patterns of runes along the sand. Even the sun itself seemed to mellow out, turning a deep orange.

The path had been set and the outcome inevitable.


OOC


ALL PLAYERS:

- This event is a normal FREE FOR ALL PVP with a special event trigger. This is how it works:
- ALL PHRASES IN BOLD RED are SPECIAL EVENT TRIGGERS. A Gm posting SPECIAL EVENT TRIGGERS means you can investigate or interact with any of their posted triggers simply by posting an rped special event trigger of your own.

- Special Event Triggers are considered CAUSES. They must be posted in bold red. You are allowed to have ONE per RP post you make, a max of four per round (this is round 2, until the next gm post, where I will react to SOME special event triggers). Consider them like the "investigation" posts you do in those search and find orps. You can only make a Special Event Trigger if it directly affects one person or more (please quote them). They MUST be battle related or in REACTION to a GM SPECIAL EVENT POST ONLY. Be SPECIFIC when describing it, as by creating a SPECIAL EVENT TRIGGER you are basically allowing a GM to intervene and POTENTIALLY create an EFFECT from your trigger post. For example:

- Sue defended Bob and Mary and threw her shoe at Steve. After the end of the round a GM may decide that Sue gets a bonus boost for defending two people next round and that her shoe falls into a sinkhole which actually reveals a pot of gold.
- Bob got angry and struck Jim with his sword along the side. At the end of the GM round the GM may decide that Jim is now slightly disabled and cannot attack for one turn.
- Mary look at look at the large red, bone-like spikes. At the end of the round, the GM may decide to reveal a little more of the nature of the spikes are to Mary.
So on forth.

Regardless of whether or not you want to do a special event trigger, if someone is making a special event trigger at you and quotes you in battle, please still respond to them normally. If someone is not making a special event trigger but still battling you, still respond to them okay. Posting something in bold red just means you're flagging me and saying "Hi Zoo notice this phrase my character did! I hope something fun happens with this!". You can respond with ANOTHER special event trigger ie: Mary countered the sword blow with a blow of her own by X and Y, OR simply just counter without a special event trigger ie: Mary got hurt and ran away. Think of this as still first and foremost a battle PRP, where you are basically highlighting your very notable points of actions (if you wish)! The only thing you are doing when posting a special event trigger is notifying a GM that you are okay to additional special events happening because of your trigger.

** IN THIS EVENT , INTERACTION IS KEY. By Interacting with other players as well as the GM given posts and creating SPECIAL EVENT TRIGGERS of your own, you will be changing the outcome of this battle to however you so manipulate. These things will directly affect your characters and those around you. **


ALL HORSEMEN

ALL HORSEMEN:
- Regular battle rules apply
- All players may attack three turns this round. Make sure you wait at least 6 hours or until your target has replied before making another turn. A turn "attack" also includes defending and healing. Reaction posts are unlimited. You may only do a max of 4 Special Effect Triggers one round, consider everything else as normal.
- Distortion is in full effect here
- Due to this being their natural environment and also due to the shift in Fear:
- All Heirs have their Hp maxed at 150 (except Asia who is at 100).
- All other Horsemen have their HP maxed at 100. They do 2d10-6 damage.
- If a horsemen DISSIPATES they are GONE. This only happens if they go below -10 HP or lower or fail a gmed part of the event/ are gmed dissipating. If this happens, they cannot reappear until a GM has granted them approval again by directly mentioning what happens to those who dissipate. Make sure to keep track of everyone who is attacking and defending or healing you by quoting them and noting who quoted you!


ALL HUNTERS

ALL HUNTERS:
- Regular battle rules apply
- All players may attack three turns this round. Make sure you wait at least 6 hours or until your target has replied before making another turn. A turn "attack" also includes defending and healing. Reaction posts are unlimited. You may only do a max of 4 Special Effect Triggers one round, consider everything else as normal.
- Runic weapons are usable
- Due to this being their natural environment and also due to the shift in Fear:
- Hunters CANNOT pendant back. If a Hunter is injured they need to be either HEALED or DEFENDED by the usual means (runic bandages that hunters have earned, their own Fear charges, defense rolls, etc). Make sure to keep track of everyone who is attacking and defending or healing you by quoting them and noting who quoted you!




 
PostPosted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:30 pm
Deryk did not like this at all. From the moment he felt the heat and the sand around. Worse yet? The horsemen were already here. Even worse? SOMETHING CRAZY WAS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW.

It was a trap! Or something! The Death intermediate scrambled, summoning Tooley and trying to get ready for whatever hell was going to break loose right about now.

He just had to get his coffee today. Siiiigh.

Rather than running to fight, he rushed over towards Mark.

"M-Mark! Do you need help?" he called out. Maybe, he could do something. He stared down at the wires the assistant had put down, "Like... need to put these together some way?"

Oh they were so dead.

Zoobey
 

Blade Kuroda

Militant Raider


kuropeco

Dramatic Marshmallow

PostPosted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:34 pm
The desert was a Lair, but it was not one of the Conquest ones. Mengyao made a slight face of disgust upon stepping through into the heated, bright air, his nose crinkling as he glanced around. It was familiar, of course, but those of Famine were much cruder than the other places, and he did not particularly enjoy the high weather.

His head felt as though it might burst with the pain, the voices pressing into his skull, sinking into his thoughts. Mengyao blinked a little, trying to regain his bearings, thinking he might be hearing something -

- home HOME home home home home -

- but then it was gone, and all he could hear was the deafening sound of the wind howling in his ears, the sand whipping through the air, coating him in a layer of red and brown.

He could see figures, just beyond the way.

Human figures. Mengyao's brows narrowed, and he let out a low hiss through his teeth, casting a sidelong glance at those around him, most notably Lifen, though his eyes lingered on Senga's wolfish form as well. He had not expected to be drawn into such a trap again, yet he'd allowed himself to be drawn towards this like a moth to a flame.

Like always, he thought, and closed his eyes briefly, shaking his head slightly to the right.

Everything seemed to be happening all at once. Mengyao opened his eyes and snarled, something feral and dark passing across his expression as he stepped towards the center. The world beneath his feet was tilting, shifting, and he could hear a voice - or could he, he wasn't sure anymore - inside of his head.

Mengyao stepped forward, his fingers digging into his palms as fury rose in his dual colored eyes, flashing dangerously.

These humans are infecting our homes again.


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[ HP: 100/100
Target: N/A.
Damage: N/A.
FEAR: Y2 Chill
L.A.s Speed Boost, Stealth ]
 
PostPosted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:46 pm
For an instant, Madison was trapped in what felt like a whirlwind... and then everything stopped. She stared at those other figures that the maelstrom had obscured.

Horsemen.

... And yet, something in her cried out as she looked at one in particular. Something - some part of her that had been devoted to this figure with every fiber of her being, who knew the name Edric and had fought for the power of Pride.

Her stomach dropped. He was a Horseman. The liege lord that her other-self had loved so dearly was a Horseman. Against all bounds of common sense, she took a step forward.

"I know you... Emperor of Pride." Her hand was on the hilt of one of Kouki's swords, but she had not yet drawn to attack.

kurotomato
o hai
 

Sosiqui

Enduring Muse


demon_pachabel

Beloved Werewolf

PostPosted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:48 pm
The unhospitable air of the wilds had always been somewhat familiar to Invictus, even over his own home - perhaps it was that the wilds had the same untamed spirit as the company he kept even then, or perhaps it was so much time amongst them that the other Horsemen of his clan had yet to have really suffered.

Home.

It was the slightest taint at the edges of his minds, but he remained steady, grounded, as if waiting to feel the earth breathe underneath them - yet it didn't. A shame, but he patted one foot on the ground. "Soon." Invictus murmured underneath his breath before he began to walk, standing front and unfearing of the group of hunters who now stood on the sands with them - and then were trapped with them. Not a problem, yet it seemed as though now the hunters were panicking.

And the best time to seperate animals was when they were panicking.

"Do you wish to move together, or to move and scatter their numbers?" he asked, not looking towards them, yet unmistakably aimed towards the other three Heirs.


x_Nata_x

Random Artist

Grey Dragon


HP: 150/150
Target: --
Damage: --
FEAR: All of them good god <__>
L.A.'s: Stealth  
Toshihiko Two rolled 1 10-sided dice: 5 Total: 5 (1-10)
PostPosted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:50 pm
B0nez was out in a flash, the kidding from earlier gone.

Harrison's expression was taut and grim.

His hands might have been shaking. But he chalked it up to adrenaline. The blast of hot air, the crowd of horsemen. The wall of spikes. Nothing about this was good.

If they came out of this with a few more scars, they'd be lucky. Harrison's pendant glittered from his neck. He had a box of basic bandaids. Spread out, she said.

"Where we going?" he Rep asked out of the side of his mouth.

HP: 60
Defending: Rep
 

Toshihiko Two
Crew

Sugary Marshmallow

Bittiface rolled 2 12-sided dice: 1, 12 Total: 13 (2-24)

Bittiface

Sarcastic Hunter

PostPosted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:55 pm
He did not miss this place. Not at all. It was just as terrible as he last left it. Otto rolled down his pants to protect his legs, put up his hood and zipped up his coat. Finally his scarf was wrapped around the lower part of his face, and his sunglasses were slipped on to.

There. Fully protected. Otto was geared the ******** up!

And lo and behold, the ponies were here. His blood boiled, his throat stung. He hated them all with every fiber of his being. His gloved hands clenched, and Tenya was summoned quickly.

<> Tenya cheered in his mind.

The very first Horsemen he saw was glared at through mirrored aviator shades. The second Sam gave the word to attack, Otto darted out in a flash, spinning Tenya several times until he skidded to a stop, hurling the gigantic weapon toward the dark haired Horsemen at break neck speeds. The former dropbear spun wildly through the sandy air, straight toward Mengyao.

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HP: 60/60
Target: Mengyao
Damage: 7
Charge: 0/2 // 1/3
Runics Availlable: Torch

chimarii
just letting you know where otto started~

kurotomato
hi im hitting u ok <3
 
PostPosted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:56 pm
She sort of hated the desert, she had to confess, pulling her scarf up over her nose as the wind began to whip around them. Yet the sand wasn't the only problem with the desert - as the Horsemen who now showed their faces were more of one and it left her hissing underneath her breath as she summoned her weapon, immediately sinking the large blade into the sand to keep her from stumbling around through the shifting ground.

It took several minutes for her to get the gun out - and just in time for everything to seemingly hit the fan too, Cass swearing underneath her breath as the world seemed to become an arena - or a slaughterhouse. Hopefully to make glue in.

But with ponies came the need to suddenly do three different things, and Cass suddenly moved to follow after Sam. "Hey. Let me cover you, just in case those damn farm animals try to stop you - who knows what they want." she requested, looking to the other battle capable bodies that were around at that moment.


HP: 60/60
Target: --
Damage: --
Charge: --  

demon_pachabel

Beloved Werewolf


Baneful
Crew

Dramatic Hunter

PostPosted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:59 pm

He knew the desert would be chaos, it always was, the sensory deprivation left them all stumbling blind and reminded him of the last time, the terrible swarms that blotted out the sun. There was hardly time to get his scarf over his mouth and fight the searing choking sand before it subsided as quickly as it came.

A trap. It didn't even ******** surprise him anymore, resignation that all but ran in his veins. This was what it meant to be a hunter, perpetually backed into corners, odds that turned on you like a trodden snake and battle when you least expected it.

He wasn't wearing a Sun coat, but in his ******** heart, he was a sun, and what he did was fight. If they wanted to turn this into one, he'd give them everything they wanted. Holding out a hand Tracey slithered into being like a shadow across the sun, heavy and reassuring. His red runes blazed defiance in the face of the cracks in the earth, power coursing like a pulse across his surface.

"Hell probably." Rep smirked, the fear had been left behind on Deus, there was no room for anxiety in the face of a battle. "But back home after for a decent ******** dinner if I can ******** help it."

Curling a lip he eyed the glorified ponies who one too many times had crossed him, one too many times had come close to murdering him.

Let them try it again.

-Rp post-
HP: 60/60User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.
DMG: --
Charge: 0/3
>> Y3 GC - 99 Problems - Unused
>> Y2 BC - Judgement - Unused
>> Y2 Chill - Penance - Unused
Runics: Bandages
Artifact Waves of Oceanus - Unused

 
Lilwolfpard rolled 1 8-sided dice: 8 Total: 8 (1-8)
PostPosted: Sat May 04, 2013 2:12 pm
It would be a miracle if all they came out of this was with new scars. She reflected back at their conversation that happened just moments prior, but now felt like an eternity ago.

She was still shoving her runic weapons into her hip pockets as the chaos started up, looking around to take in the surroundings as quick as possible. s**t, not good.



Summoning her blade next she allowed her mind to drift off in to that place called 'work mode', when a flash of blond crossed her path. She darted forward, intent on intercepting him.

"Got your back, Otto." Ceres announced to him, squaring her shoulders.


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Ceres Kentley
HP: 50/50
Target: Otto
Defense: 8
Charge: 1/3
Runics Availlable: Torch, bandages

Bittiface
kurotomato
 

Lilwolfpard
Crew

Magical Unicorn

kuropeco rolled 2 12-sided dice: 11, 6 Total: 17 (2-24)

kuropeco

Dramatic Marshmallow

PostPosted: Sat May 04, 2013 2:16 pm
He hated the Sahara.

He ******** hated the Sahara.

Goggles pulled down over his eyes, scarf tucked tightly around his neck, Gale stood in the maelstrom of heat, sand, and wind, unflinching as all three stung his skin, one arm raised to try and block the latter from knocking him over (considering his height and weight, this was a relatively easy task). He tried to take a second step forward, staggered, and nearly fell, catching himself at the last moment among a barrage of inappropriate swear words that escaped cracked and dry lips.

The Sahara. AKA his worst nightmare. AKA he was going to kill Sam. And Caelius, because somehow, in some way, this had to do with Caelius even if he wasn't even here.

When he lowered his arm again, he could see them. And it.

The Horsemen.

Anger flared low in the pit of Gale's stomach, and he shoved it down, gritting his teeth together. Getting frustrated now meant losing concentration; it never boded well to fight when his emotions weren't in check. And this was not a time to get sloppy.

<< This'll be fun. >> Jinhai remarked dryly, though there was a tense edge to the dragon's voice.

Gale only grunted in response, holding out a hand. There was a soft glow of white light in his palm that elongated itself until the rifle appeared, and he swung it around, looping the strap of it over one shoulder to hold it in place. The ground was unsteady, and he did not want to take even the remote chance of dropping his weapon, not when there were horsemen around.

He had too long a history with the Sahara to make a mistake now.

Gale raised the gun, aimed, and fired.



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[ HP: 60/60
Target: Invictus
Damage: 11
Charge: 1/3 - 0/2
Runics: Chains, Trapping Gun ]


demon_pachabel
 
kuropeco rolled 2 10-sided dice: 3, 6 Total: 9 (2-20)
PostPosted: Sat May 04, 2013 2:22 pm
He heard a voice.

It was familiar, but watery and vague, like hearing it from a dream. And perhaps that was where he had first heard it; perhaps that was where his mind recognized it.

"I know you."

Mengyao lifted his head, turned his face towards her, and his eyes flickered across the pale face, the light hair, the look of astonishment on her face. A part of him recoiled at the familiarity, but another part of him, a part just as strong, felt a surge of pride.

A strange emotion rose in his throat - was that panic?

"I..." he started to say, both wanting to talk to her and not talk at the same time, but something large and enormous collided with his side, sending him staggering, and anger replaced the panic, thick and hot and coiling in the pit of his stomach. His gaze settled on the two humans a short distance away, and Mengyao's eyes narrowed, clenching his teeth together.

How dare they.

The bow was summoned instantly, and Mengyao pulled back on the wire, the arrow trained on the one who had first attacked him.


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[ HP: 93/100
Target: Otto
Damage: 3
FEAR: Y2 Chill
L.A.s: Speed Boost, Stealth ]


Sosiqui
*U*

Lilwolfpard

Bittiface
 

kuropeco

Dramatic Marshmallow


Saliru

Cluttered Hunter

PostPosted: Sat May 04, 2013 2:28 pm
Al thankfully was already ready with scarves wrapped around his head and neck. All that he needed to do was lift those loose about his neck to cover his face and he was good to go. He sought out and chased down Rep the moment he spied him, flanking his side and summoning the staff that was Nuru to his hand and aiming the head outward, "What do I do?!"

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HP - 40/40
DMG - -
CHRG - -  
PostPosted: Sat May 04, 2013 2:36 pm
The moment of connection was both electric and foul; Madison thought she saw a similar set of conflicting emotions in the Horseman's gaze before Otto struck him and the balance was broken. And yet, something in her still cried out for him. She didn't know whether to tear up or throw up.

Instead, she slowly drew her blades and slipped back, eyes narrowed as she tried to size up the situation.

((OOC: I am goin' out now for 6+ hours be back laterz~))

kurotomato
WE SHALL MEET AGAIN
 

Sosiqui

Enduring Muse


Rown

Friendly Hunter

PostPosted: Sat May 04, 2013 2:54 pm
As soon as Ofelia entered the area of warmth and sun, sand and apparently a bunch of pony people, the Sun Hunter stretched her arms above her head and easily summoned Rue out for battle. The weapon twitched a little in her mind, a good thing perhaps considering all that had happened recently, and the blades were touched at their tips as Ofelia looked around to decide what to do.

Several hunters were already engaged in combat with several pony people, a few who looked important maybe because everyone went after them right away and so she tried to make a list of who or what she could do. First things first though she needed to get a better idea of just where they were and what they could use to their advantage, and she started to take in the surroundings.

There wasn't much time though before bone items were up, everyone was trapped inside, and Ofelia spotted some lines snaking around the ground, forming runes and other weird things she could only vaguely recall. With the curious nature that was all her own she took no time in stabbing her weapon down into one of them that happened to cross just inches in front of her foot.

Now she just needed to see what happened next since stabbing things usual resulted in a change, right? Adventure!


Zoobey
 
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