[Battle PRP] [1 vs 1 ] Crash into Me [ Ofie vs Mort ] FIN!

[Rown]

Room Rules

If a student/ hunter misses, they do damage to themselves with the amount they missed for.

Ofelia was feeling cooped up, bored, and adventurous all at the same time. It was a deadly cocktail of emotions to be certain and, seeing as she had nothing better to do and no one was really paying attention to her, she figured she'd just head on around the Island and explore to her heart's content. Of course that also meant, for some reason, that she'd come across a portal at the light house that lead to a place she could patrol.

Ofelia could dig patrolling since it involved getting out and doing something, so when she was allowed in she went without any trouble. . . .and found herself in what looked to be a haunted house? A thin shiver of cold sweat ran down her back as she looked around (Ofelia hated haunted houses because they smelled weird, not because they were 'scary'), and she wondered just what was the point of being out here. Maybe something interesting would happen after all? One could only hope or else she was going to b***h and complain that she was even more bored then when she started with.

Ol-j-man

 

[medigel]

What Mortimer had meant to locate was the door to an empty classroom where he could practice some more, ah, volatile productions and record their results. What he got instead was a stranger portal that had led him to what he thought was the arrival of the freak circus. The walls had a sheen to them, and as the zomboil made his way forward, he noted with some alarm that they were made of mirrors: normal ones, distorted ones, hell even the furniture was made of it.

"Mrrr . . .?" The inside had several extra walls within, making him squeeze through a corridor as comical stretches of his undead form followed directly after. The images weren't what bothered him, though.

No, it was the strange silence. That palpable sense that he wasn't probably supposed to be there. Mort went on alert.  

[Rown]

Ofelia was busy poking at her reflection with her foot, the flip-flops she wore making a nice clack-clack sound as she tapped away at it. There was nothing here, this place was really boring, and she thought about just turning around and leaving...when something shuffled into her line of view.

It was purple. It was humanoid. It was. . . .

Zombie.

For the first time in a while (they were not on speaking terms) Rue's voice flooded Ofelia's head. There was a monster here, it had said to her, and the thrill of knowing she was going to encounter something like this had the trainee hunter downright...delighted. This adventure was suddenly paying off and she had to cover her mouth to stop the giggling. She took a few steps away from the couch thing she'd been poken and placed herself in the freak's line of sight, her hands on her hips.

"Hey big boy, ya come 'ere ta play?" Seeing as Ofelia hadn't intended to battle anyone or do anything other than explore, she was dressed poorly for her station. Flip-flops, a wife beater and short shorts - her usual attire, actually. Her hunter jacket was tied around her waist and inside out, hiding its colors and symbol.  

[medigel]

"Mrrr . . .?" The ghoul's appearance startled him as her voice pierced the silence with supposed friendliness. Caricatures of her leggy body assaulted his sight, though he couldn't help but linger on the scars they accented. True beauty was not flawless, he thought with a little (and literal) spark going off in his brain, but revealed in its imperfections. "U-Um, hai. Is not safe, methinks," Mort replied with a wary look about, greeted by skewed green eyes in return. "Not wanted play, n-need find way back to school. Lost too?" The ghoul looked as though she was ready for the beach more than anything else. Strange.  

[Rown]

Ofelia took a few steps closer, her curiosity getting the better of her. She'd never seen one of these creatures so clearly before. As a child they'd always been blurry and, after losing her left eye, she hadn't been able to see them at all. Their voices had always been loud and clear though and to finally have a face to see to match her childhood nightmares actually....put her a bit at ease. There was a hate for them, do not mistake that, but there was also a desire to get to know them a bit more. . . .so she could torture each creature beneath the balls of her foot.

This thing would be no exception, even if she acted all friendly towards it, because the look on its face as she drove her fist into it again and again would be too good to pass over. At least this one was stupid and thought she was a member of its freaky cavalcade! Perfect really, for conversations and pounding it into the ground. "Ah got lost too, maybe ya can show me the way back? Ah've been wanderin' 'round here fer a bit an' Ah'm gettin' tired." She took a few more steps in, eager to get closer. The moment she brought out Rue would be amazing, so amazing.  

[medigel]

All too eagerly Mort nodded, as the role of being the older student-mentor was appealing; what better way to showcase himself to a new student than to foster positive relationships in the face of possible danger? "Kaykay, st-stay close," he told her with a nod, turning around to see if he could locate the path he'd just come from. "Mirror maze hard n-n-navigate, but if stick together will find way back . . . But keep small voice; m-might have trouble n' here if heard."

One, for possible Hunters and other non-student-liking creatures. Two, for possible mirrors breaking, which he really didn't want to traverse.  

[Rown]

"Oh, but sweetie. . . .the trouble's already here." Ofelia's voice was practically a coo as she placed a hand on the zombie's shoulder, her desire to freak him out strong enough that she didn't mind touching. It was part of the game, of being so cruel, and as soon as her hand was against him she mentally ushered Rue to come out and play.

The moment the zombie would turn his head he would see nothing but a set of knuckledusters tipped in spikes right at his eye level. He'd placed his trust in a Hunter and now she was going to smash him into the ground for it. Ofelia was going to have fun, going to make him suffer.

damage dealt 0 pts
charge 0/3
health 40/40  

[medigel]

It was hard to say what tipped the zombie off first before she spoke: the unsettlingly friendly smile on her beautifully scarred face? the ease of finding someone, especially someone he had never seen before, all alone in an eerie portal to somewhere? the possible, subtle different in FEAR flavors?

In actuality, the electricity in Mort's brain had been hard at work during his various trials as a snot. Much as it plagued the boil, the condition worked for some good: he could sense a split second before it happened that something was being aimed at the back of his head.

Maybe it was also due to that innate hatred and loathing zombies had of being headshotted. Who knew?

Either way, Mort displayed a rare moment of speed as he whipped about to see the spiked knuckledusters flying at his face. A situation like this had three different options: fight, flight, or freeze.

His brian was working overtime. Betrayal of trust, anger at himself for being so open with that trust, and the disgust that he could have called this ghoul - this Hunter - beautiful, made him choose fight.

With a grunt, the zomboil's hand flew out and grasped her arm, stopping her attack mere inches from his nose. Green eyes narrowed in anger as his other hand, now a fist, charged with visible electricity as he aimed a punch at her face in retaliation.

"W-Want trouble? Got it!" Mort's buttons had now been pressed.

[ HP: 40
Damage: 9 ]  

[Rown]

Ofelia hadn't been expecting it to hit back quite that hard and she winced as it got a nice blow in, hitting her against the side of her face that she had no sight from. She staggered backwards but managed to swing her fist, getting in a strike. Rue started to giggle, tasting proper FEAR for the first time in a long time, and her cackles interrupted Ofelia's random thoughts of how to trash this beast.

She wished she'd hit it harder, but at least a grace from her knuckles would have been nice. Rue was going to taste his blood, she would be sure of it, and then she would crush its windpipe with her bare foot. That would be a moment of amazing wonder and she could only look forward to it.

damage dealt 2 pts
charge 1/3
health 31/40  

[medigel]

A graze on his cheek he could take, spikes or not. Mort had faced worse in his afterlife, things worse than a Jackdamn Hunter who thought it was funny to play pretend. He should've known better, he should've . . . He wasn't the hero. He was the idiot who people would say "keep dreaming" to.

And honestly, this wasn't the first time he'd had that image of himself broken. Why did he keep piecing it back together? Why did he bother?

"Think it's funny? Think is a scream to play pretend?" he snarled at the ghoul, still in a rage. "Zombies have more b-brains!" And again he aimed another electrically charged fist at her face. He could have stayed back and shot projectiles, but it seemed fitting to sink to the enemy's level; all the more sweeter if he won.

[ HP: 38
Damage: 9 dudewhoa ]  

[Rown]

Ugh, was this really the power of one of the freaks? Ofelia could only dodge (and still get pounded into) by the creature, resulting in her getting knock in the ribs like it was going out of style. Her FEAR shield was still holding, enough that she didn't need to worry about being mortally wounded, but she was getting angry.

Angry enough that she punched one of the mirrors on accident, a small shard jumping up and slicing away at her. She cursed, unhappy, and moved into a more defensive stance.

She probably shouldn't have worn flip flops.

damage dealt 1 pts (to self)
charge 1/3
health 21/40  

[medigel]

It was a great sensation, fist to ribs. He never thought violence had been so . . . satisfying. It was almost frightening, in that spine-tingling way that led to pleasure. She'd dodged backwards to put some distance between them, but he didn't pursue her immediately. No, as the Hunter's tactics switched on the defensive after her mistake with the mirrors, Mort's hands began to twitch. "You shouldn't have d-done that," he told her almost casually, had it not been for the hard glint in his eyes, as he raised his left hand and shot several quick bolts in her direction. "Seven years bad luck~"

And then he half-smirked, which looked all wrong on the face of a usually chill, happy guy. The lip stitching tugged with the motion.

[ HP: 38
Damage: 5 ]  

[Rown]

Ofelia was still blaming her shoes and so she barely struck back at the creature, furious with everything that was going on. Perhaps it was because she wasn't paying attention that it was able to tear into her like a bat outta hell, or maybe it was because she was just acting too cocky. Either way this thing had knocked her around pretty badly, but Rue was enjoying herself.

She was calling for more, for so much more, and Ofelia was going to do her damndest to give it to the stupid weapon. Just one more hit, she needed to hang on.

damage dealt 1 pts
charge 2/3
health 16/40  

[medigel]

Mort was less impressed by the Hunter's cocky silence and more Jackdamn it, I am giving a battle speech and you aren't participating QQ. But more serious.

Still, it seemed she caught a lucky break. The zomboil had raised an arm to catch her blow before it hit him somewhere vital, and his blind response instead got him landing a blow in the mirror beside them. Glass shards embedded themselves in his knuckles.

Oh look, now they both had something spiky on.

[ HP: 34
Damage: 3 to self ]  

[Rown]

Maybe it was because he'd broken the glass and hurt himself, or maybe it was because Ofelia had taken the time to step out of her shoes - either way she was ready to brawl again. Getting glass shards in the soles of her feet would do nothing, she'd walked barefoot up a country road after all, and Ofelia grinned broadly as she looked at the creature.

"We may both have spiky spiky, but Ah'm the only one who's got it on both hands." She took a few steps forward and swung with her left hand. It was entirely a fake, she paused it in front of him, and then brought her right arm upwards to catch him across the chest. It was a good hit, a strong hit, and Rue cackled hard in her mind.

Soon, jus' be patient.

damage dealt 6 pts
charge 3/3
health 16/40