Scenario requirements: You're not too sure how, but your character has fallen asleep. If you are in a group with multiple people, each person just dreams a separate dream. As a mix-up, optionally if you are in a group, you can have one of the people be the VICTIM in your dream if you wish (or victims!) You are aware you are asleep, but nothing you do will wake yourself up in this dream. You walk along the dream, and are forced into multiple unwilling scenarios. In the first, you are chasing someone with a weapon of choice down a long hallway, and they beg you to stop. In the second, you turn a hallway, and see them hiding in the room. You can hear them breathing and drag them out from their hiding spot. In the third you raise your weapon against the victim.
As you wake up you realize it was all a dream, and you are sweating intently. Your hands however, are covered in blood. (If a player is RPING the victim, when they wake up they take -10 damage, and are bleeding at [random location ], otherwise make up a bloodied, unconscious victim)
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter.
Characters involved: Rook + Cecil Extra effect: n/a
He wasn't sure when, but at some point, he had fallen asleep. Understandable, he was tired after all and had gotten little to no sleep over the course of the past couple of days. His body was just trying to regain its strength. But that wasn't the weird part. The weird part was that he was fully aware that it was in fact a dream; watching through his own eyes, but having absolutely no control.
At first, it hadn't even much of a dream. He had merely been walking through the long narrow hallway, his steps slow and deliberate, with no direction than he could see, other than to press forward. He was just walking. This continued on until something--or rather, someone grabbed his shoulder.
And that was when it started to twist and take on a darker effect.
His dream self reacted poorly to the touch, spinning around and brandishing his knife at the one that had grabbed his shoulder. Unsurprisingly, the person made a startled sound, uttered something that only sounded like a garbled mess in his dream like state, and backed away. But Rook's dream self didn't. He pressed forward, swiping aggressively again at the intruder.
The hell kind of dream was this dream..?
The person, who he couldn't even make out in the dream, took an unsteady step backward and after a moment of hesitation began to run. It was a smart choice, but Rook could only helplessly watch on in horror as he gave chase. This wasn't even a chase for survival, he could feel the desire--the malice. This was a hunt to kill and no matter how much he willed himself to wake from it all, he just couldn't.
Its just a dream. Just a dream. Its not real. Its not real!
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[ Infection Rate ]: 35/100 Rook's HP: 50/50
Character's name: Rook Character's faction: University Character's journal link:View Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERVisual Ref Jersey Number: 25
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 4:10 pm
Sleep had over come him. Cecil wasn't sure when, he couldn't even remember laying down to rest all he knew was that this was a dream. It couldn't be real it felt too unnatural, distorted and yet somehow he was aware of it. Normally he wasn't aware, he was far from a lucid dreamer, but just looking around he knew this wasn't reality.
A little escape, that was all he needed. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing. If he was aware of the dream then maybe he could have control of how it turned out. At least he hoped. Something happier would be nice.
He began to move through this odd reality looking for company. If anything he knew he didn't want to be alone. It was with relief that he finally spotted someone in the distance, a figure that was all too familiar to him.
"Rook! Oh thank god!" His legs ate up ground as he moved toward him reaching out a hand to take hold of his shoulder. "I have been looking for you and everyone else. Are you o-"
As soon as his hand came to rest against the smaller man's shoulder Rook had turned faster than he realized was possible and he felt the hot sting of the blade against his arm. With a yelp he pulled back and clutched at the wound. "Rook?" He could feel his heart beating frantically like a wild bird stuck in a cage. With all his might he tried to will this to stop but Rook kept coming, he looked so angry...possessed. "Please! Rook!"
The knife cut across his middle, just a graze but enough to leave a cut through his jersey and a small line over his belly that began to bleed. He stepped back, holding up his hands defensively. Maybe he had just startled him, maybe he was just scared. This place was creepy...or was it something else? Something worse?
He hesitated, unsure what to do. Distance. He needed distance. Rook needed time to breath so he ran. He turned on his heels and ran as fast as his legs would take him. His first thought was to find Charlie, maybe he would know what to do but that thought quickly took a leap out the window when he realized Rook was following him. The slap of shoes against the tiled floor was coming up quick and he knew despite his longer strides Rook was a faster runner.
"Rook!" He looked back just enough to catch the glint of malicious intent in his friend's eyes and it sent his heart racing all the faster. "Please stop!"
He slid around a corner, nearly running into the wall which lost him precious time. His best bet, he thought, was to jump into one of the abandoned rooms which he did. With all the speed he could muster he scrambled into the open hospital room and took refuge behind an overturn gurney. This wasn't a dream. This was a nightmare.
[ Infection Rate ]: 40/100 HP: 30/50
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Character's name:Cecil Halvorson Character's faction: District 1 (University) Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference Status:Oh God what is going on
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 5:05 pm
Words translated into noise, as Rook's dream self pursued the other in their desperate flight. Even ducking into a room had proved useless, as he was hot on their trail, easily following them inside. His pace slowed and he was walking again, searching, and listening. Though the short run had bought the other person time, it also lead to the inevitable discovery of their hiding place, as the run had elevated their breathing. A heart beat later and he was dragging them out of their hiding place.
His knife was raised, he noted dully, still focused on the mysterious victim before him. It wasn't until he heard the sickening sound of the blade sinking into flesh that he realized his dream self had actually stabbed them.
What a monster.
With a snap, the dream-like sense faded and Rook stumbled around a little, swaying on his feet.
"What was--" He raised his hand to his head, only to quickly retract it again, when he felt a warm and sticky substance on it. Blood. A sense of dread washed over him and he turned to look.
"Oh God... Cecil?" He gave a chocked sob, dropping the knife. How had he--? The realization that he had just stabbed his best friend hit him hard, forcing him to join the knife on the ground; dropping to his knees.
It hadn't been a dream at all.
+ 10 Infection
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[ Infection Rate ]: 45/100 Rook's HP: 50/50
Character's name: Rook Character's faction: University Character's journal link:View Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERVisual Ref Jersey Number: 25
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 5:54 pm
He had tried to stay quiet. Tried and failed. His breathing had been too hard, the places to hide too few. It didn't take Rook long to find him, his friend's hand reaching for him and dragging him out from behind the gurney with a strength only small angry people seemed to possess.
"Rook wait!" His hands had flown out to grip his friend's arms to hold him at bay but a white hot pain had blossomed from the middle of his stomach leaving him shaking as the fog suddenly lifted. Reality came into clarity and he realized this was no dream.
Cecil stood frozen in the moment staring down at Rook as he came back to his senses, letting his arms fall away as he took a step back. "I-I don't...." He didn't understand what was happening. What was going on in this place?
"R-Rook?" He took another step back and was reminded of the pain, his hands coming to his front to find only blood. It wasn't his first injury but it was probably the most painful in more ways than one.
"I-It's alright. I-I-I'm alright." His words slurred as he stared at the blood. So much blood. It was like the world was painted in red.
The next moment Cecil's back hit the wall with a thud, sliding down until he was sitting against the floor with a dazed expression. Was his head swimming or was he seeing things?
+10 infection -10 HP
[ Infection Rate ]: 50/100 HP: 20/50
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Character's name:Cecil Halvorson Character's faction: District 1 (University) Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference Status:Oh God what is going on
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 6:08 pm
Lumbering out of the fog a shape formed. It moved slowly, as if parts of its body were awkward moving together or things didn't work the way they were supposed to. Its head was leaned forward, the large horses skull and 'horn' pointed towards you made you think its head was too heavy for its neck.
"Rook, Cecil..." A voice sounded familiar, but for some reason the tone was a bit forced. Almost like something was blocking its vocal cords, it was guttural and wheezy. As it lifted its head, you would see why. The 'horn' you saw earlier was actually a sword, slicing up the oddly familiar face and out the top of the horses skull on top. The sheath beneath its chin. "Why do your harm yourselves?" It growled softly, each time it spoke its jaw moving up and down the blade.
"Let me heal you..." For some reason the creatures healing did not sound like the words suggested.
WORLD BOSS ENCOUNTER
HP: 50/50 AUTO DAMAGE: 5 per attack Special Effect: Oddly this creature looks familiar, but something was off. It appears to have a mutated molded horse 'skin' that has attached to their body, ragged in some areas and revealing bloody muscle and tissue beneath. Sitting on top of its head was a sticky still somewhat fleshy horse skull, the jaw of the skull hanging necklace-like around its neck. Instead of a horn there is a large rusted and bloody sword sticking through the skull and head.
Rook let out a shaky breath, moving to stand. Once on his feet again, he swayed a little, and stared off into the distance, oddly silent. It wasn't until Cecil spoke up and claimed he was alright that Rook actually turned around. Though his expression was strangely normal, considering what had just happened.
"Sorry Ce, I didn't mean to hurt you. This place is really starting to get to me." He admitted with a shaky sigh and stretched his hand out, offering it to the taller man. "Let me help you up."
Whatever was happening here, it was messing with their minds. If they wanted to survive, they had to press forward and get out of here and as if on cue to that thought, something else appeared.
"...Charlie?" He stared dumbstruck for a moment. There was some familiarity to that voice and even the face seemed strangely familiar, but... No. Could this be Charlie? Was the voice right? Was he really dead? But how--when?
"We're fine." he ground out. Taking a step back and away from the deranged creature standing before them. Familiarity or not, he highly doubted that this thing was here to help them. With one quick motion, Rook snatched up the knife he had dropped and made a vicious swipe at the monster. "Back off!"
OOC
[ Infection Rate ]: 45/100 Rook's HP: 45/50
Damage: 4 Boss HP: 46/50
Character's name: Rook Character's faction: University Character's journal link:View Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERVisual Ref Jersey Number: 25
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 6:56 pm
Rook was silent for a long time, long enough that it made Cecil nervous. "R-Rook?" His voice shook from nerves and the pain. Had he come back to his senses or was Rook still angry? "Buddy?"
As Rook got to his feet Cecil's heart leaped into his throat, his legs pushing against the ground as he shifted uncomfortably. Was he about to be attacked again?
He hadn't realized he had been holding his breath but the moment Rook apologized he let it out in a rush, his head falling back against the wall in relief. "Oh thank god." He couldn't deny that Rook was probably right, this place wasn't like the university or even zone one. Something about it crept under the skin and into the mind poisoning it. "I think I'll be alright I-"
He had been reaching for Rook's hand, uncertain if he really wanted to stand but knowing for sure that he didn't want to stay here. His hands were cold, the temperature and the loss of blood having an effect. It was with effort that he had started to rise only to freeze at the sound of a new voice.
Charlie....Rook had said the name and even the voice was a touch similar but no. Cecil shook his head. "That's not Charlie." He stood awkwardly braced against the wall, fumbling for the knife he had managed to swipe from the casino. "Rook, be careful."
[ Infection Rate ]: 50/100 HP: 20/50
OOC
Character's name:Cecil Halvorson Character's faction: District 1 (University) Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference Status:Oh God what is going on
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 7:21 pm
It didn't respond, didn't say a word or even make a noise even as Rook slashed at him he continued his slow approach. Where the blade cut a stream of blackish liquid streamed down the body, it still didn't flinch. "Pain...."
Finally he paused, once again lifting his head to stare at them. "Pain must go away. Has to stop." He stopped himself, as if lost in thought. Disjointed fingers curled around the sword hilt under his chin, followed by a gruesome sounds of metal against bone and other meaty bits as he pulled the entire sword out of his head. "I can make the pain go away..."
WORLD BOSS ENCOUNTER
HP: 46/50 AUTO DAMAGE: 5 per attack Special Effect: Oddly this creature looks familiar, but something was off. It appears to have a mutated molded horse 'skin' that has attached to their body, ragged in some areas and revealing bloody muscle and tissue beneath. Sitting on top of its head was a sticky still somewhat fleshy horse skull, the jaw of the skull hanging necklace-like around its neck. Instead of a horn there is a large rusted and bloody sword sticking through the skull and head.
Rook barely heard Cecil's warning, his attention was fully focused on the creature. It wasn't Charlie, but... The similarities were too close and it was gnawing at him.
There was a grotesque sound and the creature pulled the sword free from its head, striking, Rook and forcing him to stumble back with a hiss of pain. Well that was certainly real enough and it certainly answered his questions on whether or not this thing was going to try and help them or not.
"By death you mean, right? Sorry but I'm not interested." He made another quick jab at the creature, but the knife mostly glanced off of it.
OOC
[ Infection Rate ]: 45/100 Rook's HP: 40/50
Damage: 1 Boss HP: 45/50
Character's name: Rook Character's faction: University Character's journal link:View Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERVisual Ref Jersey Number: 25
Cecil was freaking out and in that panic he heard the buzz and static of the radio at his side. He had turned the volume down because he couldn't make out what anyone was saying but now seemed like as good as a time as any to try to get in touch with someone.
Fumbling for the device Cecil brought it close and started to yell. "Charlie!? Charlie are you there?!" The crackle and static of voices hardly made sense though he was sure for a moment he had heard Charlie. Or he thought he had. He had started to bring the radio to his lips again when he heard the crackle and static clear enough to make out Justin's voice. "Justin! Please! Justin where is Charlie!?" Because this creature in front of them, that wasn't Charlie. He just wasn't.
He tried to wait for an answer. Prayed that Justin or even Charlie had heard him but his attention quickly focused on the creature as it drew up the sword that had been stuck in its head. The radio was dropped still buzzing and crackling away with voices on the floor as Cecil stepped forward to lend his aid. "Rook watch out!"
Character's name:Cecil Halvorson Character's faction: District 1 (University) Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference Status:Oh God what is going on
It wasn't until around that point that you realized that some of the things this.....thing, was saying was actually inside your mind.
A gentle scraping noise followed the voice, the sword being far too long to be carried, was being dragged behind him. He was slow, so the attacks that came from both humans just glanced off, together causing a trickle of the blood-like substance to flow. "I never hurt you, never...."
"There is only one way out..." Only one way.
WORLD BOSS ENCOUNTER
HP: 43/50 AUTO DAMAGE: 5 per attack Special Effect: Oddly this creature looks familiar, but something was off. It appears to have a mutated molded horse 'skin' that has attached to their body, ragged in some areas and revealing bloody muscle and tissue beneath. Sitting on top of its head was a sticky still somewhat fleshy horse skull, the jaw of the skull hanging necklace-like around its neck. Instead of a horn there is a large rusted and bloody sword sticking through the skull and head.
Rook made an attempt to steady himself against the wall, hissing under his breathe as his free hand pressed against his freely bleeding wound. "Cecil, careful!" He yelled back, startled that the man, injured as he was, moved to attack the creature.
"Why must you both hurt me?"
The words stung more than he'd admit and he visibly paled. He was feeling sick again, sick with the thought, that this might actually be Charlie. The voice had told him he was dead, and just before he thought he saw--
"I never hurt you, never...."
"You're hurting us now!" he snapped back, at bit of desperation creeping into his tone. He made another swipe, but there was hardly any force behind it. What if it was Charlie?
OOC
[ Infection Rate ]: 45/100 Rook's HP: 35/50
Damage: 1 Boss HP: 42/50
Character's name: Rook Character's faction: University Character's journal link:View Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERVisual Ref Jersey Number: 25
"I can't just let you fight...whatever that is alone!" But Cecil was failing and another hit would prove to him just how weak he was.
He staggered back and fell down on one knee his vision swimming. The room began to tilt and it was all he could do to stay upright. He was so cold now, the pain being the only thing keeping him conscious. The creature's words barely registered anymore. Was he going to die here?
"R-Rook. You need to run." He couldn't run, not now. Not the way he was but Rook still had a chance. "Get out of here."
Character's name:Cecil Halvorson Character's faction: District 1 (University) Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference Status:Oh God what is going on
Rook watched the man make another attack on the creature. If he kept this up, he was going to die. Either by blood loss or by the hands of the creature before them. "I'm not running and leaving you to die!" He ground out, choosing instead to step between Cecil and the creature--Charlie.
"Sorry, but I can't let you kill us here." He whispered under his breathe, and struck again.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 45/100 Rook's HP: 30/50
Damage: 2 Boss HP: 39/50
Character's name: Rook Character's faction: University Character's journal link:View Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERVisual Ref Jersey Number: 25
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 8:41 pm
"Hurting you now?" The creature parroted the words back, tilting his head to the side. It was so close to Rook now, Rook choosing to stand between itself and Cecil. It exhaled a breath as some of the black-blood trailed outside of his mouth.
"Its ok...I will make it all better. The pain will cease." It lifted up the sword with a strength it shouldn't have possessed, DIDN'T possess earlier. With the aid of its other hand it aimed the blade straight at Rooks torso. He took the final hit from the orange haired human, it glanced off him once more. "Shh.... its ok, this will help. I will release you."
The blade lunged forward.... aiming true... only to vanish at the last moment as the undying dissipated into the mist it came from.
WORLD BOSS ENCOUNTER
HP: 37/50 AUTO DAMAGE: 5 per attack Special Effect: Oddly this creature looks familiar, but something was off. It appears to have a mutated molded horse 'skin' that has attached to their body, ragged in some areas and revealing bloody muscle and tissue beneath. Sitting on top of its head was a sticky still somewhat fleshy horse skull, the jaw of the skull hanging necklace-like around its neck. Instead of a horn there is a large rusted and bloody sword sticking through the skull and head.
