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Davyne was exploring, still trying to find those ever elusive portals. So far she'd had no luck, though - she had had upfront and personal experience with the monsters lurking this place, though.

This place seemed promising, although there were quite a few creatures hanging about.

Well, nothing she couldn't dodge around, surely.

Dodging and weaving, she made it through the entrance and as she did, spotted someone that was not, as best she could tell, one of the creatures. Raising a hand in greeting, she opened her mouth to speak only to hear an ominous rustle.

Right behind her. Slowly, carefully, the sorceress turned around, only to behold the evidence that she was not quite as good at dodging and weaving as she'd thought she was.

There, behind her, was a shadowy creature staring straight at her.

"Oh dear jack," Davyne sighed, exasperated. Well, at least she'd had the foresight to bring the fishing rod. That was something, at least.

Sammy on the other hand was wandering just to try and grasp how vast the damage had been to the area, and to get away from that tower that caused her head to split with pain. When she stumbled in she found two students facing off against a flickering shadow of one of their own selves.

"Hey c'mon guys, if you're going to go wandering around be sure you can pick a fight with whatever you run into yeah?"

HP: 50/50

"I did not have the full gauge of these creatures' strength and so would not have been able to move around at all, following that advice," Davyne stoically told the older ghoul. Still, her advice had the ring of truth to it - it was best to be prepared, and to know one's limits.

"Yes, the likeness is quite something," she surveyed the creature with a critical eye. Usually she would not have taken on a creature like this by herself - it looked eerily like herself and was of unknown strength - but with this many creeple here she was quietly confident that they could slay the thing. Whatever it was.

Certainly another newcomer was already attempting to do so; and then the boil who'd been here first was also attacking.

Which meant that she should as well; it was her who had brought it after all, and so the responsibility was hers.

With that in mind, she gracefully marched up to the thing and smacked it with her fishing rod.

((HP: 45/50
dmg: 2
mob health: 43))

Sammy could only chuckle, one of the students was using a knife and the other a fishing rod? She didn't need either of those things, or the random candle stick holder her human had.

Instead she simply cracked her knuckles of her left hand purple flames flickering to life. "It's some kind of cheap image, just a fragment of our FEAR reflected by that giant freak show from the tower and the highway."

The ghost and reaper below each took a swing at the shadow and the creature seemed un phased at all. Sprinting in she lashed out at the shadow, where it had ignored the other two for a moment it seemed to focus on Sammy slipping backwards and in between her punches before lashing out with it's own fishing rod smacking Sammy across the face.

Turning to the ghoul she rubbed her cheek frowning, "Is this how nimble you normally are or is this thing just screwing with us?"

HP: 45/50
Mob: 46/50

The shadow had thus far proved itself to be quite resilient... Blakely grimaces at the thing, grip tightening and untightening on his weapon as he gives himself time to observe- searching for a weak spot, for something. Nothing obvious presents itself, so the Hunter shrug and bolts forward again, swinging his axe in a wide arch towards the shadow's belly. This time, his hit lands and the creature screeches. Blakely grins just in time to catch another blow to his own abdomen. His breath leaves him in a large puff and he can feel one of his ribs fracture beneath the pressure. The Hunter lets out a pained groan.


OOC- STATS
Blakely's HP: 35/50
Base Attack Dice: 2d8-6

MOB HP: 31/50

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OOC


Name: Thomas Blakely
Faction: Hunter
Division: Sun
General appearance: Large, muscular, blonde-haired, and blue-eyed. He's got a big, warm smile and a heavy Southern drawl. He fights with a battle axe named Sadie; formerly a mermaid.



Character's name: Scott Winfield-Kimura
Character's faction: University
Character's journal link: [X]
Character's survival stats: [X]
Character description: Dark-haired and of Japanese-Canadian descent, tall and lithe, wearing a plain white tank top and a pair of cut-off skinny jeans.

Jaco rushed the creature again, his knife out and held up like a sword. He moved to slash once, then twice at the creature. It seemed to shiver a moment, before dodging the slash and moving in to smack Jaco away from it in a flurry. Letting out a whine, Jaco flew back and landed on his back, his hand coming to his stomach as he looked at the ceiling for a long moment.

"Not fair, I can't help it that my blood sugar is low!" He whined louder, before sitting up and glaring at the undying with empty eyes.

Jaco Health: 35/50
Mob Health: 28/50

Jaco tried one last attempt at swinging at the creature, before falling back and breathing deeply. He was sore, and hurting, and the thing threw quite the punch. Grumbling lowly for a long moment, he rubbed his face before remembering that the girl he found had some health items. So, he moved back away from the beast and worked on patching himself up.

Jaco Health: 25/50 +20 Healed
Mob Health: 24/50