Or perhaps grey. The ceiling creaked, light footsteps pattering. The chandelier, rusted, groaned and swayed, once, twice, and then oddly moving without making a sound at all. The chairs flickered, faded, replaced with larger chairs and then nothing at all, as the floorboards themselves seemed to peel and reassemble themselves repeatedly.
But beyond the chaotic rearrangement of this room were the voices whispering to each person. Beckoning them somewhere Home. Home, where their loved ones were, where they could finally feel at peace, where they could resolve the strange itching, cold agitation curling in their insides and where they could finally be....
Free?
Foggy white hands began to pull away from the floor, tugging at each student, claws and arms, fingers and feathers, scales, wings-
"Come home."
OOC
- If you were quoted in the dungeon finder you are here! You are free to react to the post accordingly or begin to engage in PVP it is up to you - Please post in OOC a small blurb about your character as well as their usual battle stats so everyone knows!
OOC: ROOM STATUS EFFECT
ALL PLAYERS AT ANY POINT CAN FORFEIT THEIR ATTACK TO ROLL 2d12. If you roll odd, you do this damage to your opponent. If you roll even, you do this damage to YOURSELF - no modifier. You feel an uneasy unsettling feeling, as if something is coming, but you can't place what or when.
kurotomato
Mengyao has been called!
Pepzilla
Pepin has been called!
Drifter Jet Enduro
Mot has been called!
[A.V.]
Jake has been called!
Grngriff
Sherry has been called!
Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 1:12 pm
The white was almost comforting, in a way.
Mengyao stood stock still where he was, holding his bleeding arm to his stomach, and felt the ground beneath his feet shudder as the world around him flickered and twisted and disappeared and then reappeared -
- the voices in his head were growing stronger, the whispers curling at the edges of his thoughts, the whispers from voices of people long dead, and all he wanted was peace and quiet and some time to himself and yet -
- something was tugging at his arm -
- his eyes flickered to the ceiling - or what had once been the ceiling -
I just want to go home.
kuropeco
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Pepzilla
Greedy Capitalist
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 1:47 pm
((Decided not to edit so I can read while I post))
Mengyao would not be alone for long. Pepin fell through as well, floating 'peacefully' in to the abyssal room full of crying creatures.
"I am here, I am at your home! Wait is this not your home?? " She called out curiously to the voices then blinked, noticing the horseman in there with her. His eye was glitching out in a fashion much like the rest of the room. "Do you know them?" She asked, hovering around him in a slow, vulture like fashion until a hand or two grabbed her leg- she merely giggled.
Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 2:10 pm
... Where am I?
Jake looked around, realizing he was no longer wandering around in the fog. He seemed to be... in some sort of building? But just WHEN did he walk in here?
Before he could ponder it some more, he was assaulted with the voices. Voices. Always talking. Never a moment's silence.
Jake clutched his head. N-no, go away... stop... He didn't want to remember. He didn't want to go home. Home... No!
"Go... go away!" he moaned.
No... he didn't want to go. Didn't want to remember. Stop... please stop.
OOC
Name: Jake Cross Faction: Hunter - Death Trainee Height: 5'7" Description:Here. Has a sleeveless white hunter coat with the death insignia on the back. Weapon in unsummoned form as keys clipped to his sash.
He did not recognize the Halloween creature who arrived soon after him, the creature with the black and white body that fizzled, the sounds of her giggles drifting aimlessly throughout the room. Mengyao said nothing, but lifted his gaze towards her, pressing his lips together.
- and then he saw him. One of the white coats, one of the ones who had destroyed what he had worked for, everything that he had once had -
"No."
He did not have much strength left in him - hardly any at all - but the bow was summoned anyway, and Mengyao's bloodstained fingers curled around the string tightly as he pulled it back, feeling the feathers of the arrow against his skin.
The arrow went wide, but that did not stop Mengyao from getting another one, already preparing to take a second shot.
"Get out."
[ HP: 1/40 YUP Target: Jake Damage: 0 cuz Mengyao's a boss FEAR: Y2 Chill ]
<...ake...> What? <...Jake...> Something... no, someone... was calling him?
It was only then that he saw the arrow whiz by, and snapped out of his trance. Where...
He stumbled as he felt the floorboard shift under him, and as he caught himself, he saw who had attacked him. Some... guy, dressed in oriental clothes. No... a guy... but somehow... not human. There was another person around him... no. This one was SURELY not human, seeming to glitch and falter, hovering off the ground, but that wasn't what he was looking at.
The one who had attacked him, was bloodied, and holding a bow. Jake's eyes narrowed as he saw him draw another arrow.
Jake grit his teeth, and summoned the blades. "You don't have to tell me twice."
Without another word, he rushed towards the horseman.
OOC
Name: Jake Cross Faction: Hunter - Death Trainee Height: 5'7" Description:Here. Has a sleeveless white hunter coat with the death insignia on the back. Wields bladed tonfas.
Action: Attacking - Mengyao Result: 4 dmg Fear Attack: World of Darkness (Y1 Headlights) HP: 40/40
The second arrow missed as well, but Mengyao paid it no heed. Nor did he pay any heed to the fact that his cut had reopened and the blood was now soaking his robes to the point where it was difficult to move. The hunter's weapon slashed into him, and he gave a snarl, his body feeling sluggish.
"Heathens," hissed Mengyao, the voices in his head whispering louder than ever, fraying at the edges, his gold eye glinting in the white fog as he pulled back the bowstring once more, loosing a third arrow.
Jake's blade managed to make contact, and he heard it tear into flesh. However, he was also quite in range of being attacked himself, and cursed when an arrow cut into his side.
He drew back, ignoring the wound, and steadied himself. Home. Home. Home. Why did he keep hearing that word?
"I have no idea what you're talking about." he growled. Having awoken not too long ago, he was oblivious to the strained relationship between the hunters and horsemen, and all he knew right now, was that this b*****d was intent on killing him.
He gave a silent nod, and headed in for another attack.
OOC
Name: Jake Cross Faction: Hunter - Death Trainee Height: 5'7" Description:Here. Has a sleeveless white hunter coat with the death insignia on the back. Wields bladed tonfas.
Action: Attacking - Mengyao Result: 1 dmg Fear Attack: World of Darkness (Y1 Headlights) Charge: 1/3 HP: 38/40
The whispers were so loud now they were hardly whispers at all, loud hissing sounds inside of his head. Mengyao's body was growing weaker by the second, and every hit from the hunter was just another whisper, something he didn't feel at all.
"You know," hissed Mengyao, rage in every syllable. "Exactly what I am talking about, you lying son of a - "
But the sentence was never finished. The horseman gave a shudder, his teeth gritting, and the scarlet stain on the front of his robes expanded, his arm falling limply to his side, the bow and its arrows disappearing in a gust of fog.
The smile on his face grew and then disappeared - as did the rest of him.
The fog rolled in, bringing with it the sound of something else, something more, something inhuman. The wolf materialized along the edges, prowling like a shadow between thick curls of fog, its maw opening to emit a soft, keening noise. There were creatures here that did not belong, and they were in the way, they were blocking his path home. The once keening noise became a reverberating snarl.
They were all in his way.
The wolf lunged out of the fog, its maw open wide and snapping at the first body it could find. It was heedless of any battle already in process, there was little left in its conscience apart from the call of home and the threat of these things in its way.
OOC
Total HP : 60 / 60 Damage done: 6 Targets: Jake, Pepin.
Another form entered the room- one of a white coat and wielded a weapon. Pepin recognized this uptake as people dressed like Clerise and treated him with a calm demeanor. Quite contrary to that of Mengyao's reaction.
It was not her place to stop their fighting and even if it was the horseman was disintegrated into the fog in a meager strike or two from Jake. Then he burst into pixels, showering the room. For a moment she rushed over to dance through them but before she could a creature from the fog loomed in.
It was utter confusion- Pepin was so certain this was a good place full of folk like her but it seemed even other glitching figures were dangerous. But how could she tell? -it snarled, then attacked the ghost ghoul. Jake was targeted too. "NO- no you can't do that.." Pepin gasped seeing the hunter struck. "We will go home with you but you have to let us-" Pepin screeched with an electric vibe then lurched up with arms raised only to backhand the wolf. Her fingers hissed and sizzled with contact, the pixels very vividly shred from her skin momentarily. "Hnng..." she whimpered when she pulled back. "h̭̭̝͕͉̺͔̞͕̊̑̒o̢̥͈̹͙͍͙̞ͪ͂̔̂m̝̩͔ͥ̾̂ͫ̏́ḛ̸̲̝̐̔ͮ͢͡" she whispered for a moment then shook it off.
[A.V.]
Kupuritama
HP: 34/40 Dmg: 5 Target: Wolf Fear: I actually don't know what her other fear is ?_? but she has y2 headlights for sure
Pepzilla
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Grifferie
Crew
Deus Sherry
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 4:38 pm
[Entering]
She hadn't wanted to go through the door. It felt all kinds of wrong, but something had kept pulling her towards it, calling to her. And in truth, it was the only way to go. Home.
White, gray-- She barely had time to take in the colorless scenery of the room before focusing her attention on the figures in the room. A hunter, she didn't recognize him but he was easy to distinguish, and monsters.
One of them...well. She had seen things like it before. Infected. Home. The word was whispered again, and Sherry shuddered. Yes, she knew this feeling.
She summoned her weapon.
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OOC: Name:Sherry Faction: Hunter - Life Year: 1st - Trainee
Description: Mid-height (5'6"), shortish light brown hair. Long white coat.
[A.V.] rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 2Total: 5 (2-12)
Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 5:32 pm
Jake huffed, now feeling disoriented. The room kept moving... shifting. Something was tugging at him. A squeaking sound he heard overhead... now seemed to fade into silence. Fading... like the furniture around him, that he had never really taken the time to notice.
He braced himself for the next attack, ready, knowing, that no matter what he said, this... this CREATURE wouldn't heed his words. He knew there were probably tons of people that hated him, and he couldn't remember all their faces, but he wasn't going to fall here. No. Not yet.
The attack never came though, and he only watched silently, eyes widening slightly as the figure seemed to bleed, and then... just disappear altogther.
"What..."
He didn't have a moment to ponder this before he was attacked by something else. Teeth sunk into his torso and he was tossed, crashing to the floor.
He pushed himself off the floor, cussing, blood starting to stain his coat. Gripping the tonfas tightly, he rushed towards the beast. Never a moment's rest.
OOC
Name: Jake Cross Faction: Hunter - Death Trainee Height: 5'7" Description:Here. Has a sleeveless white hunter coat with the death insignia on the back. Wields bladed tonfas.
Action: Attacking - Wolf Result:1 dmg Fear Attack: World of Darkness (Y1 Headlights) Charge: 2/3 HP: 32/40