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THE LOBBY:
gaia_star MOBS: Roll 1d6. This is the AMOUNT of mobs you spawn. Each mob has 5HP for a CUMULATIVE HP pool of 5 times whatever dice roll amount you spawned. Every time a mob is defeated, they do -5 auto damage to you! If you need help in your RP, remember you can tag it as SOS. If you are a Y1 student, they only do -2 auto damage.
gaia_star [ RARE BOSS SPAWN ]: If you are a final stage character, you can CHOOSE to spawn a rare boss. This is a shadow Horseman with a menacing figure at 60/60 HP and -5 HP damage a turn. Defeating it will ??? ??? (quote Zoobey).



Lucky was in a panic.

Lucky was always in a panic.

The only thing that mattered right now was escaping. This place wasn't real, none of it was real, he kept telling himself. But just because it wasn't real, didn't make it safe. All around him was darkness, that seemed to seethe and move with a life of its own. And at the center of it all, a tower, the only landmark he could see. It was the only refuge.

He had a bad feeling about it.

Song materialized in his hand. She had come back... different, since he'd died. A saw in the form of a long dagger, the same hungry teeth, but the rest of her was more elegant, more dynamic. Too many missions armed with nothing but runic daggers had taught him how to rely on knives, and now it was permanent. The runes along the blade lit up, little comfort from the dark.

The moment he set foot in the tower, it was like kicking a hornet's nest. They looked like horsemen - almost. And they were all running at him.

The fight left him too panicked to concentrate. All it took was a noise, a break in his focus, and the charge of energy dissipated from the blade before it could be used. He swore under his breath.

HP: 36/65
HEAL: FAIL +1
CHARGES: 0/3
CLASS A: 6/10

It was quiet, but not quiet enough. There was movement in the tower, and he could hear footsteps echoing too close for comfort. He had to hide. Or escape. This place wasn't safe, and he didn't have the fortitude for another fight like that. Lucky scrambled across the room to what looked like a window -

"What!?" he hissed in surprise.

No, it was a mirror, complete with ornate frame. It didn't reflect his haggard appearance, though, but Deus. The glass was solid, and shattering it with the handle of his weapon dissipated the image entirely, to his horror - at least until the shards of glass picked themselves up and reformed. Only now, he could see movement on the island. Creatures, horsemen, like the ones he'd been swarmed by. They had invaded the island. Where was everyone? How could he see this? He had to warn someone, they were all in danger, but -

But he was alone here.

He'd been to engrossed in finding a way through the mirror, that he hadn't heard anyone enter the room.

s**t.

Nowhere to hide. Lucky immediately whirled around, holding his weapon in front of him like it was a shield and not an oversized knife. As if it was supposed to be intimidating. They didn't sound intimidated. But if they could speak, they could be reasoned with... maybe. He tried to take a step back, but only managed to bang his shoulder blades into the metal mirror frame.

"A-afraid? Me?" Lucky stuttered, the truth betrayed pretty easily by his voice alone. He glanced past them, but the room was empty save for the imposing figure. He was on his own. It was only now that he slowly realized, with a very particular sort of fear creeping up on him, that he didn't know all that much about horsemen, or how to fight them. But he'd heard horror stories. A lot of horror stories. Very gruesome ones. If there was one thing he really wanted right now, it was to not become one of those stories. "Well, yes."

And if this was a nightmare, he wanted to wake up now.

The moths reminded him of butterflies, and butterflies reminded him of the last time he'd bargained for his life with an inhuman entity. At this point, he trusted them all about as far as he could throw them.

The lazy swarm of movement made it impossible to guess where the next move would come from. He was surrounded. Lucky continued to clutch the blade in front of him, despite its uselessness against a cloud of insects. He couldn't lower it if he wanted to - the survival instincts buried deep in his lizard brain wouldn't allow it. It was only when the face materialized beside him that he finally moved with a startled yelp, stumbling back a few steps along the wall where he could keep the disembodied head and the headless body both in his sights.

But Lucky winced at the thought of what they were asking. He'd heard a question like this before once, in a dream. He'd woken up from it with a circle of tiny beetles tattooed on his back - one for every civilian his inaction had failed in Delta.

"That's - that's not my decision to make. No one else is dying because of me." Well. Hm. That had sounded a lot braver in his head, but now that he said it... Maybe he'd been a little too hasty to stick to his convictions. His expression was one of instant regret. Lucky shrank a little further. "Look. There's no one else here, anyway. Just me. We don't have to do this."

He'd been on edge expecting something dangerous - a weapon, an attack, something he counted on having the reflexes to dodge out of the way of.

Instead, there was the brief sensation of something crawling into his mouth, which immediately made him gag. And then -- nothing. Nothing but a feeling he couldn't put into words. His blood must have been pure adrenaline at this point, but he could still feel the tiredness settle over him like a weight that had never been there before.

And he didn't like not knowing what they'd done to him.

"Ugh - what did you do -"

Escape. He had to escape. The horseman had made their intentions clear enough. All he could do was try to make a beeline toward the elevators. As he cut through the swarm of insects, he swung his weapon a few times like a flyswatter. Whatever kept them away from his face. His muscles felt stiff, slow, as if they no longer responded to him like they used to. He wasn't as fast as he should have been. A disease? He tried to put it out of his mind. He had to escape first.

HP: 35/65
DMG: ....... 1 (+ 1) = 2 RIP IN PIECES
CLASS A: 7/10
BOSS: ???/???