[ INSIDE - Broken down hospital wing, third floor. ] (EMOTION: PARANOIA) All the furniture is broken, the tables upturned. Some of the walls are missing. The only light source, other than any you have potentially carried with you, is the eerie moonlight peering through the fog. There is broken glass everywhere and you swear you can hear voices calling out to you.
MOB SUMMON
[ MOB NAME] YOUR SHADOW MOB HP: 15 HP Mob Autodamage: It only attacks back when you attack it, doing the SAME damage to you as you did to this mob. For instance, if you roll and do 5 damage, it will do 5 damage to you. This applies to everyone attacking it. Mob Special Ability: This looks exactly like you do. Who it takes the form of is the person who "summoned" ie: rolled it. It is able to talk and mimic the identical actions of you, the only difference other than it being much, much more sinister and sadistic is that it is also semi-transparent, fading to grey, around the edges. Other than that there is no difference between you and this apparition. Mob Loot: Roll 1d4 to see what you get: 1: Junkyard five card: (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_5.png). Add to journal and use here 2: Junkyard six card: (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_6.png). Add to journal and use here 3. A potato on the minis site. Redeem it here! 4. Bottled water on the minis site. Redeem it here!
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Infection rate: 40
Character's name: Austin Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Austin ElswoodView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERHERE.
Austin's slim and a bit taller than average at 5'10' with sandy hair shorn short on the sides, longer and curly on the top. His eyes, behind a pair of thin wire thick plastic frames with the wrong prescription, are faded green and usually amused; his skin is fair, freckling in sun unless he's careful; his mouth is just a little too full, in a way that appeals to most people.
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 1:31 pm
At some point during his post-telephone-call wanderings, Austin had meandered his way into a physical therapy room, filled with old workout equipment, elastic bands, broken down freezers and treadmills, and a big old barrel filled with stress relief balls -- and some balls that still had some effort in it, some bounce and vigor still as he took it in one hand.
Since then, he'd been sitting in an old, abandoned wheelchair, and repeatedly flinging the ball at the wall: woosh, thud, pock, and right back into his hand.
The sound had become a rhythm, slow and distracted, soothing. For Austin, it was like a kind of absent-minded meditation, relaxing some of the tension out of his shoulders and making his breathing slower. It drove off what had probably been an anxiety attack, the sound of every telephone in the place going haywire.
It was also a terrible idea. The sound, he didn't realize, rang all the way down the hall to the staircase and beyond, a hammering that could catch just about anything's attention and did. The monster came in through the door, slowly, his mirror image with its head cocked back to peer down its nose at Austin, both eyebrows raised in easy-going, casual condescension. It was a near-perfect copy.
And he didn't see it. Not yet. It wasn't attacking, just watching, like his shadow.
It echoed eerily through the hospital hallways. Eerily, yes, but it was a sound that didn't seen to belong among the typical groans of undying and ambient noise from an abandoned hospital. So Harvard followed it. He followed it up and around, the sound never seeming to get any louder. Until he saw him.
Austin sat in some kind of old wheelchair, bouncing a ball as though in some sort of trance. And past Austin, framed in the adjacent doorway, was also Austin. It was difference somehow, almost perfect, and Harvard swallowed a curse and a dirty joke about threesomes, neither of which were an appropriate response.
"So, uh, Austin." He said quietly, drawing his knife. Harvard's eyes flicked from Austin to shadow!Austin and back. He was pretty sure that Austin didn't typically have semi-transparent edges.
and be blue
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infection: 30/100 hp: 40/50 Character's name: Dr. Harvard Falls Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: #80 Jersey Number: 15 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 35 year old linguistic anthropology professor. Dark hair and beard. Smokes. [x]
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 2:26 pm
The ball kept going as Austin tipped his head just a little bit -- looking up, slowly, at the sound of his name, eyebrows raised in faint, blurry question. He took in Harvard, and the shadow monster --
thud, pock.
"You are definitely not real." The paranoia made him certain, the hairs raising on the back of his neck.
He had heard the noise at a distance. An ambient sound that was almost like a heart beat but far too loud to be just that. Despite the steady fear and paranoia he moved to investigate, determined to find more people from the university. It was near an empty wing of the hospital that he stumbled upon Harvard moving toward the same sound he had followed. He remained quiet, to nervous to call out to him just yet until he heard the man speak.
"Austin?" Two, that would make two more people that he had found! A little relieved Cecil moved closer only freezing when he noticed there was not one Austin but two. "Uhh.."
He grabbed for the knife he had trucked away and glanced between the oddly distorted Austin, the real one sitting down and then to Harvard not far away. "We need to get rid of that thing."
He moved to attack, slashing at the apparition, feeling a glint of pain at his side from the movement.
Damage: 4 Boss HP: 11
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Name:Cecil Halvorson Faction: District 1 (University) Journal :Here Character's stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION: 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. Currently bloodied and bandaged but able to move around okay. Bandages around the torso to cover three wounds as well as bandages on his right arm. [ Infection Rate ]: 40/100 [HP:] 41/50 [Map:] 2/5
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 2:53 pm
He saw Cecil enter and hoped the other man wouldn't provoke the thing. "Hi, Cecil, nice night for crazy s**t, isn't it.?" He smiled tensely. Harvard slowly walked over to Austin, keeping the false Austin in his sight. At least he didn't have to worry about Cecil. It moved, swayed, but did not attack. Then Cecil attacked, like a ******** idiot. The thing that was not Austin retaliated and Harvard cursed, grabbing at Austin's jacket.
And then he slapped Austin hard. "Does this feel real? Snap out of it, idiot." He tensed, waiting for the thing to attack.
and be blue
inu-mitsu
The Semblance of Unity
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4, 6Total: 10 (2-20)
At least Austin still had the crowbar in hand. Harvard's slap drove him back into focus, leaving him stunned for only a moment before he realized that if one of them was real.
"...s**t." The ball hit the wall and went careening off in another direction as Austin stood, staring at his shadow. It stared back. And when he finally stepped in to swing at it, shaky, it also swung back.
"What the ********: 48/50 DMG: 2 Mob HP: 9
Inu-Mitsu
The Semblance Of Unity
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 3:00 pm
Liam had been following Harvard for a while now. Whether or not it was a conscious decision was up for debate, he didn't seem as though he was really all there at the moment, but regardless, he came walking into the room a moment or so after, twitching in time to the sound of the ball hitting the wall before it had ceased.
When he saw the shadow!Austion he stopped in his tracks, eyes going wider than they already, and a rather high, distressed sound managed to crawl it's way up his throat. "Austin."
As he took a step back he could hear the audible slap and turned to find Austin, the real Austin, suddenly on his feet. It took a moment for him to realized Harvard had snapped him out of whatever haze he had been in but Cecil was at least thankful.
"If we get rid of it. It will be okay." He hoped. He had felt better for a while after defeating one of the other shadows but oddly enough the strange paranoia and terrible itch along his skin had returned not long after he had spoken to Rook.
He struck again and caught retaliation for it all the same turning back to see that someone else had joined their little party. "Liam?"
Boss HP:7 Damage: 2
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Name:Cecil Halvorson Faction: District 1 (University) Journal :Here Character's stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION: 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. Currently bloodied and bandaged but able to move around okay. Bandages around the torso to cover three wounds as well as bandages on his right arm. Weapon: Knife 2d4 -2 [ Infection Rate ]: 40/100 [HP:] 39/50 [Map:] 2/5
Beejoux rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8Total: 8 (1-10)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 3:13 pm
[Forgot to roll for hallucinations]
Beejoux
Wrathful Demigod
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 4-sided dice:
4, 2Total: 6 (2-8)
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 3:14 pm
"Well, now it's a real party." Harvard was grateful Austin seemed back to normal (for now). Liam, on the other hand, had wandered in behind him and was gazing blankly at something. He grunted and sprung forward at Austin. Well, shadowy Austin. His knife slashed outwards, drawing a thin line of red down the creature's cheek. It was strangely satisfying.
He glanced back. "Liam, come help!" Normally, he'd say stay out of it, but he had a feeling the could crush it.
DMG: 4 HP:36/50
and be blue
inu-mitsu
beejoux
and be blue rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 6Total: 10 (2-20)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 3:27 pm
Austin wasn't exactly normal -- there was a healthy dose of anger behind his blow as he twisted to swing at his shadow's head again. He missed, but that was probably for the best, considering the mirrored movements that came back at him. A blow to the shoulder, and a mirrored blow to the shoulder.
He seemed slow to respond to Cecil's voice, head turning with a delay to glance his way before snapping back at Harvard's demand. Help. Help... "This isn't real. Not real. Not real." He frowned, brows furrowing as he closed his eyes tight, shut out the scene altogether as his head gave a small shake.
All the same he had reached for his crowbar, jerking on it until it slid free of his belt loop and holding it white-knuckled in front of him.
The sound of an impact made him open his eyes, and he caught the tail end of the mirrored strikes of Austin and his double. This brought on another wave of muttering, lower this time, twitchy and panicked, but he did move, stepping forward to take a swing at Austin that didn't look quote right. He missed, which might have been for the best, since his judgement was under heavy question at the moment.
"I don't...know if you could call this a party, Harvard." At least not a party he would enjoy. He was glad that more of them had gathered but these shadow creatures he could do without. And Austin, Austin looked far from well and even Liam seemed so lost. He would have to worry about them after the shadow was gone.
Another attack and he felt the same blow mirrored but just like that the apparition was gone, dissolved to nothing.
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Name:Cecil Halvorson Faction: District 1 (University) Journal :Here Character's stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION: 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. Currently bloodied and bandaged but able to move around okay. Bandages around the torso to cover three wounds as well as bandages on his right arm. Weapon: Knife 2d4 -2 [ Infection Rate ]: 40/100 [HP:] 34/50 [Map:] 2/5
A second blow came quickly from behind: not the monster, then, but someone behind him, and Austin made a sharp sound, twisting in place [and the monster doing the same] to frown at Liam.
"Hit the one that's transparent, damnit. Unless you're just too overwhelmed by the sight of two of me." It was strained, lacked his usual careless edge. And with his back turned, he missed his own death.
