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There was absolutely no way Lorena was entering the hospital. At least she was out of the fog, so that was kind of an improvement? Still, Lorena hadn’t stopped scratching and red lines had appeared on her arms. She needed to stop or she’d go right through her skin soon, but she was just so itchy… Lorena wondered on the outside of the hospital. She had to find someone who she knew, someone she could trust. Trust no one else, that’s all she could think about. Trust no one but those you know. Maybe Hurby was here? Didn’t matter, she’d spotted something.
The Thorn wall, or part of t at least. Lorena headed towards it drawn in by the odd light. Once in front of it she watches the Thorns as if in a weird daze. When the flowers begin to grow, Lorena can’t escape the weird feeling that she needs to touch it. And she does, because they’re pretty and she feels like she partly going insane. Instantly the vision assaults her, so many dead bodies like the ones she’d seen on her way to the hospital. Yet this time she feels something different looking at them, apathy. There had to be someone alive. There just had to be.
"Are humans really so fragile?"
Lorena is back in front of the wall, slightly dazed but certainly back on her own two feet. Now that was weird. But more importantly what was it about? Lorena shook her head warily, she couldn’t really trust anything she was seeing or hearing at this point. She shouldn’t trust a wall of thorns either!
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[ Infection Rate ]: 30 /100 + 5 Character's name: Lorena Montfort Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lorena's attire is eminently sensible. Her clothes are always clean, her hair always neatly out of the way except on special occasions, and her shoes are always comfortable. She has pale golden skin and deep brown eyes. Her hair is curly but not wild and a dark brown. She has excellent posture and she's probably one of those people who can carry books on their head.
Elyessi rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-6)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 8:56 am
Kelly explored the area slowly, every so often scratching her arms as they began to itch. Even with her success at fighting, her sanity seemed to continue to filter off into something dangerous. The voices would rise up when she expected silence, and would taunt and tease her with unknown words. She would often pause and scream inside her head for them to stop, but it did little to solve her sanity. Anxiety slowly was becoming paranoia, and as she moved she found she could trust few around her to be real.
When she moved down to the side of the building, she caught sight of a wall of vines. Were these the vines people warned them about? The things that housed the virus? How could it be possible when they looked so beautiful and blossomed such flowers? Kelly slowly approached, ignoring the others around her before brushing her fingers against a flower without giving it a second thought.
The voices stopped.
But her vision changed.
Her eyes opened as if from a deep sleep. Vines surrounded her in a cocoon, covering her with a soft glow. Kelly moved slowly up from her bed, walking to a crystal along the wall. These crystals had a deep meaning, and she approached them with faith and reverence. When she touched one softly, a ringing sounded through the room, filling her with warmth. All of a sudden, she knew. These crystals housed the power from the living and the dead...and she was the harvester.
Gasping as she was thrust back from the vision, Kelly backed off quickly and panted.
"No...the thorns are the source...they house the virus...don't touch the thorns.." She mumbled, shaking, before she began to scratch her arms harder.
[ Infection Rate ]: 35 /100 ( +10 for prompt)
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Character's name: Kelly Vanderbeck Character's faction: University Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Kelly has dirty, dark blonde hair that is in long curls. She prefers leggings and sweaters, but has noticeable tears and dirt on her outfits.
“Hey, hey you over there!” Someone else had approached the wall of thorns and was now staring at it too. Maybe she was just seeing things? Maybe this person was fake. Lorena rubbed her eyes. Still there. She blinked a couple of times. Still there. Had to be real right? Lorena moved towards them, she wasn’t sure. Wasn’t sure about any of all of this. But she needed to see this person; she needed to see someone who was alive. When she reached her, Lorena simply stared.
“Are you real?” Right to the point, there was no use being pleasant if this person ended up just a fragment of her imagination. But one could never really be sure. She kept seeing dead people everywhere and she’d just approached the one thing people had said was super dangerous. But she was already infected so what the hell anyways right?
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[ Infection Rate ]: 35 /100 Character's name: Lorena Montfort Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lorena's attire is eminently sensible. Her clothes are always clean, her hair always neatly out of the way except on special occasions, and her shoes are always comfortable. She has pale golden skin and deep brown eyes. Her hair is curly but not wild and a dark brown. She has excellent posture and she's probably one of those people who can carry books on their head.
Elyessi
Riffler rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-6)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 10:33 am
Its this way, we're over here, came the Whispers. Durza flinched and hissed under his breath, "But you never are, are you?" Yes we are, come. Come watch us bloom! "Bloom?" he asked, confused. As he talked to the Whispers, the man followed their directions toward a barricade of... vines? Flowers bloomed from the vines covering the wall.
Zone Prompt 9
6. [ There is no actual image in this vision. Instead, you are assaulted with hundreds, thousands of conflicting thoughts, emotions, and ideals, all of them not your character's own. Your actual character's nose begins to bleed, and they fall to the ground, convulsing. They are unable to roll any other visions from the above if they reach this prompt and eventually pass out ].
"Well that's just... strange," he mused, reaching out toward it. His hand met the flower, an unusually textured set of petals. As his hand was pressed against it, something strange entered Durza's vision, no, it filled his vision. He couldn't see anything beyond it. Yet, it wasn't something he saw at all, in fact, there was nothing to see! Emotions, thoughts, and feelings; filled him to the point he could not identify his own confusion from the overload he was receiving. The Whispers giggled at him as a warmth trickled down from his nose. He wiped it off with his own arm, thinking it no more than just mucus. Upon glancing down, however, Durza made the shocking discovery that it was blood. This did not bode well for him, as the emotions were swallowing him up. Durza then fell to the ground; much like a sack of potatoes, if said sack of potatoes could wiggle about. His body jerked on the earth, involuntarily. Mind still assaulted by the constant influx of thoughts, like he could hear everyone talking without opening their mouths. Was he becoming telepathic?
[ Infection Rate ]: 15 /100
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Character's name: Durza Morann Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link: gaia_kittenstar Character's survival stats:gaia_kittenstar BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER:gaia_kittenstar
Kelly jumped when Lorena got close enough for her to hear her voice over the whispers, and her eyes were wide as she eyed the girl up and down for a long moment.
"Of course I am real..." She grumbled, still trying to get the vision out of her eyes and the satisfaction off her mind. She then saw as a man moved toward the flowers, and before she could warn him he touched them himself. As soon as he fell, she rushed over to him, though did not touch him. This was crazy, all of this was crazy, and she just wanted to forget she was even here.
"Are you okay? Can you hear me?" She asked sharply, glancing over to Lorena to ensure the girl hadn't sprouted wings or something, before looking back down at Durza once again. The voices hissed that he was dead, that her lack of warning had killed him before he even could tell her his name. Her fingers itched her neck below her ear and she watched him jerk a bit longer with trepidation.
Would he transform like the others did? Into a walking skeleton or an undying? Would he turn into a shadow and strike out and drag her into the darkness? Would he even be something she could touch, an actual being. Maybe he was another vision. Maybe this all was a vision, and she was in some stupid form of mixed dreams and alternate reality.
Eventually, when he didn't transform into a skeleton, Kelly decided it was safe for her to interact, and she moved close enough to touch. She held out her hand, waiting a long moment for him to possibly see her before speaking up.
"Here, let me help you up..."
[ Infection Rate ]: 35 /100
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Character's name: Kelly Vanderbeck Character's faction: University Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Kelly has dirty, dark blonde hair that is in long curls. She prefers leggings and sweaters, but has noticeable tears and dirt on her outfits.
Riffler
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 11:33 am
“I am just making sure.” Lorena said holding up her hands in the air to show she wasn’t a threat. “You just never…” Someone else had gotten close to the flowers and they were down in a sec. A whisper giggled, others said harsh things Lorena tried to ignore them as she followed the girl to th body. “Is he dead?” The girl seemed to check him, but Lorena got down a gave him light little taps on the cheek that’s when it dawned on her. She knew this dead person, she actually knew him!
“Oh my god Durza! Are you okay?!”
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[ Infection Rate ]: 35 /100 Character's name: Lorena Montfort Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lorena's attire is eminently sensible. Her clothes are always clean, her hair always neatly out of the way except on special occasions, and her shoes are always comfortable. She has pale golden skin and deep brown eyes. Her hair is curly but not wild and a dark brown. She has excellent posture and she's probably one of those people who can carry books on their head.
Durza's body thrashed around like a fish on dry land. He couldn't take all the noise crammed into his head, on the verge of passing out from the stress.
[ Infection Rate ]: 15 /100
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Character's name: Durza Morann Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link: gaia_kittenstar Character's survival stats:gaia_kittenstar BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER:gaia_kittenstar
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 1:05 pm
From the darkness it came like a shadow - terribly familiar in a way that was warped, twisted, mouth slightly agape to reveal rows of teeth too sharp and too many to be normal. It - he - lumbered towards the old woman, a whine of longing escaping.
"Lorena," he murmured. "Durza. You must be...tired. Sleep now, and rest."
WORLD BOSS ENCOUNTER
HP: 40 / 50 AUTO DAMAGE: 5 Special Effects: The boss is lanky, with elongated limbs and a slothlike state to it, moving very slowly, but it's strikes are powerful. You must do at least 10 damage to repel this Boss!
You see a skyscraper. At the very top there is a greenhouse. You feel yourself hovering above the greenhouse before diving right into it. There is a beautiful garden inside it, almost like a biodome. In the center of the biodome is what looks like some sort of chalice
Shaun staggered outside, gasping at the air as he tumbled through a window and landed on the grass. At least he hoped it was grass. He didn't know... he didn't know anything. He was so scared, so tired, so confused. What had he done? What was he going to do?
Whispers lingered in his ears, and lured him somewhere new, somewhere that promised answers...
Here --- the voices said softly, Here... Shaun felt lured to a flower blooming on a thorn-covered wall... what had the prison noteboard said about the thorns? Not to touch the thorns. Oh god don't touch the thorns...
Shhh
The voices hushed him. The flower reached - or did it - for him. He touched it and...
And...
There was a tower, full of greenery and beauty, like nothing Shaun had ever seen before. It was beautiful, a biodome or something like it. He longed to walk in it, to feel the leaves against him, to have them soothe his burning skin... And then, he was inside and there was... was that a cup? A chalice? A...
And suddenly, he was back. And there was something else here...
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction: Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Weapon: Knife (2d4-2)
Unallocated points:
Tasinei rolled 2 4-sided dice:
2, 1Total: 3 (2-8)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 1:18 pm
Lorena had little time to react anymore to Durza waking up. She turned to the thing, green man thing and screamed. There was no way she was letting that thing get close or touch them. She found her knife, lifted it up into the air and took off running like a crazy person (which she technically was at this point). She nicked the green man before stumbling off to the side.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 35 /100 - 5 (battle) HP: 50/50 - 5 Weapon: Knife - 2d4 -2 Character's name: Lorena Montfort Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lorena's attire is eminently sensible. Her clothes are always clean, her hair always neatly out of the way except on special occasions, and her shoes are always comfortable. She has pale golden skin and deep brown eyes. Her hair is curly but not wild and a dark brown. She has excellent posture and she's probably one of those people who can carry books on their head.
Shaun burned, frozen in place for a moment as he looked up at the monstrous creature. It was big. It was beautiful. It was terrifying. He wanted it.
And then it went after the old lady and Shaun, to some degree, snapped back to himself. "No!" he screamed, his voice high pitched and tinny with stress, "Not her!" Little old ladies should not be hurt.
"No one can rest, there is no rest!" he shouted, sobbing, as he charged at it, slashing with the knife that had somehow made it into his hands... "It's all... it's all happening so fast!"
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction: Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
It was still alive, how was it still alive. Lorena raised her knife again, running back to slash at the green man once again. Why couldn’t he die?! She got him but he got her too, a minor cut. Nothing big, she’d live. She had all that cool stuff in her bag. The others wouldn’t live, she had to save them.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 30 /100 HP: 45/50 - 5 Weapon: Knife - 2d4 -2 Character's name: Lorena Montfort Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lorena's attire is eminently sensible. Her clothes are always clean, her hair always neatly out of the way except on special occasions, and her shoes are always comfortable. She has pale golden skin and deep brown eyes. Her hair is curly but not wild and a dark brown. She has excellent posture and she's probably one of those people who can carry books on their head.
He hurt. He hurt so badly. What did the hurt matter, when he knew nothing?
But see, Bill? he thought, deliriously, I'm not being selfish. I'm helping. Look! Look! he slashed out at the monster with his knife, his eyes blazing deperately, I'm helping other people...
But somehow it wasn't enough. Somehow, it was just not enough...
Nothing can make up for what you did. Nothing can make up for what you will do.
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction: Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer