[!] [PVP DUNGEON GROUP 2] (Ren, Than, Shine, Shik, Shehk)

[Zoobey]

White.

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

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OOC: ROOM STATUS EFFECT

NO HEALING IS ALLOWED IN BATTLE. Someone is whispering to you about something, but you can't place out what, it is hard to focus. Everything distracts you, even the tiniest flash of light or flicker of movement.

kurotomato

Ren has been grabbed!

Dragain

Thanatos has been grabbed!

nothingyet

Shine has been grabbed!

Ol-j-man

Shik has been grabbed!

demon_pachabel

Shehk has been grabbed!

 

[kuropeco]

One moment he had been talking to the one called Thanatos.

The next...

Vaguely Ren wondered where LW was - but then, as his head filled with whispers and the thoughts beckoned him forward, dragged him in one direction, he was going after her, wasn't he? That was where home was, after all - it was with LW and Jove and -

- it was hard to think - where was all this white coming from?

Where am I?

Where is my home?  

[Dragain]

"No, I have not-" Before the reaper could finish answering Ren, Thanatos witnessed what could be described as a most spectacular display. The way in which the fog-creatures moved, and the fact that they were missing various body parts, caused Biskoto to tense up again; it unnerved her to see them come closer, but it was also, in a way, enchanting to watch.

Before he knew it, he found himself somewhere else entirely. A moment before, they were outside, but this was most definitely an indoor environment... An indoor environment that they probably weren't going to get out of anytime soon, judging from how determined its occupants were at convincing them to "come home".

He frowned, tugging his arm away from a hand that was pulling on him as he tried to keep out the whispers of 'home' out; the only thing helping him stay focused was the familiar nested around his shoulder... And Biskoto wasn't looking too good; she was going limp, hissing something inaudible.

"Ren. Ren," His frown deepened slightly as he put a hand down on the boil's shoulder, "Do you know the other people in this room?" Although they did not look like fog creatures, he figured that someone who had been in the school longer than he had would be able to tell.

kurotomato

 

[medigel]

-"blasted bastards!" came another voice as the horseman was dragged by his wings into the room and unceremoniously tossed. Shik caught himself before he fell but he still had quite a ruffled, annoyed look as he shook himself of the last vestiges of misty hands, dagger still in hand as useless as that had been against the half-formed figures.

Shik turned to the two students already there, grunting, "Great." Medea had tasked them with looking for the ancient, and here he was dragged to babysit boils instead. Worse, the incessant whines to go Home were not going away, and each creak of the rearranging floorboards made him lose his train of thought. There was a fuzzy quality layered in his mind that he could recognize, and that only further fueled his agitation. Something was messing with his Fear here.

By Jupiter, the second he saw another mist figure come forward he was going to behead it.

Quote:

Shikoba
War Executioner Y1
HP: 40/40
Fear: Blood Pact (The Chill) NOPE

kurotomato

Dragain

 

[demon_pachabel]

Well that hadn't lasted for long, now had it? Of course not. These rooms liked to make sure they were everywhere, it seemed, constantly shifting, constantly moving, yet now it seemed as though the noises had been replaced with beckons to home.

Her fog was not this blasted grey fog. It was beautiful, this was not her home - it would not take her home. She growled low underneath her breath as she looked around the room, taking in how irritably dusty it seemed to be in a way.

This was a strange looking digestive track for headless fog creatures, if she could say so herself, one hand on her hip as the glow of her eyes suddenly flickered towards the others who were in the room, a frown forming across her lips.

Then her eyes turned downwards towards the hands grabbing at her, moving in one efficient step to smash one of her heels into some of the fingers that nipped at her ankles.

"Don't touch me."  

[Nothing Yet]

It was too loud and too bright, and Shine was too lost to stop herself from crying now.

She couldn't remember home. There was nothing that felt like home. There was a fear of the light and a need for comfort and nothing else, and none of it was anything that she wanted to return to.

Maybe...maybe home could be here?

She choked through sobs as one of the hands grabbed at her, stumbled, skinned her knee--and thought very hard about giving up. They whispered that she could be at home with them. It was the first time anyone ever said such a thing, and...maybe it wasn't such a bad idea.  

[medigel]

The hands continued to try and grasp at those lingering close to the walls of the room, but somewhere opposite them foggy armchairs devolved and coalesced into something larger and more hostile. The room needed a defender against those who invaded, and its calls had been answered.

Though its hooded head hid its face, it was easy to see its blue eyes narrow to slits as its disfigured, larger hand came to bash them against the wall, that they too would either leave or be consumed. There was no other alternative.

OOC

Total HP: 60/60
Damage done: 10
Targets: Ren + Shine

kurotomato

Nothing Yet

 

[kuropeco]

"I know..." Ren said, eyes flicking about, landing on a pale face and white hair, her face split by staples or stitches of some sort.

"...Shehk, I know Shehk. Er, mildly, not really all that well. Him, I don't know," he continued, with a jerk of his thumb over his shoulder at the dark skinned horseman. "And I'm afraid I don't know the ghoul either," Ren added, with an apologetic look at Shine. "I'm Ren, by the way, I - "

But something slammed into him, sending Ren careening backwards, the wind knocked out of him. He gave a gasp of pain and put a hand to his stomach, wincing violently as he staggered back to his feet, swaying where he stood.

"What the Jack - "

But then he saw the figure up ahead, saw the ghastly fog twisting around its body, and Ren's own eyes narrowed, his heart hammering in his chest.

"This isn't going to end well."

With a growl, hands extending into talons, Ren leapt forward, raking his claws against the creature.




[ HP: 40/50
Target: Mort
Damage: 4
FEAR: Y3 Swift Strikes / Y2 Eye / Y1 Battle Cry ]

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Ol-j-man

Dragain

demon_pachabel

Nothing Yet

 

[demon_pachabel]

Shehk heard her name, her ears flattening back against her head before she turned to look towards Ren, her expression relaxing slightly - at least until the fog-y menace attacked the Gryphon.

Hands everywhere, fog everywhere. The pricolici's irritation skyrocketed in a near instant, snarling as she made the fluid transformation into her wolf-like shape and suddenly threw herself upon the hooded creature that had reached out to attack, making an almost shrieking noise as she suddenly tore through the fog - a beast in her own element.

HP: 50/50
Target: MORT
Damage: 20 - 6 = 14  

[medigel]

Add one whining wolf ghoul and another crying one to the mix; this was a Jackdamn party going on, it was. Shik was just rolling his eyes when the room decided to add a little spice to their absolutely riveting chitchat, which meant one thing for the horseman: venting time.

He could give the wolf some credit for her absolutely animal response, though, and even the gryphon at least was fighting back. With a beat of his wings Shik lunged for one of the figure's legs and cut a fierce gash that poured forth even more mist, all too happy to be at last dealing some damage to these stupid fog creatures. "Stop your whining," he hissed at the blond ghoul as he retreated back, "and either be useful or stay silent and out of the way."

Now if only his mind wasn't so damn fuzzy, he could be enjoying this more.

Quote:

Shikoba
6'4" War Executioner Y1
HP: 40/40
Fear: Blood Pact (The Chill) NOPE
Fragment Points: 3
Target: Mort
Damage: 9

Nothing Yet

 

[Dragain]

"Ah, which makes that the opponent," Thanatos raised an eyebrow at the fog creature that had suddenly appeared in the room; this creature, however, looked different from the ones that they had encountered earlier. It had more shape. Less missing parts. It was also attacking them.

"Oh, don't you dare hit the poor darling!" Biskoto hissed, eyes narrowed as it went into mama mode the moment shre saw Ren being attacked. While he personally preferred watching rather than participating in battle, Biskoto was agitated and twitchy enough for him to think it a good idea for her to get rid of some tension by allowing her to participate in the battle.

The fog creature would soon find itself being tackled by a huge snake.

HP: 40/40
Target: MORT FOG
Damage: 4

Ol-j-man

 

[medigel]

A piercing howl escaped the creature as the wolf tore and bit and clawed her way about him, made all the worse as he was buffeted by a snake. Why did they want to stop him from going Home? Why were they persisting?

Ren's claws and Shikoba's dagger were but nuisances to him, and the fog beast focused his attentions on his most direct attackers. Biskoto was grasped with digging claws and bodily tossed back at the reaper with a growl, and Shehk? Shehk's ballistic onslaught was rewarded with a similar fate, though her intended target was the opposite wall.

"GO HOME."

He lurched forward with a hiss, hands reaching forward to grab the next victim and rend them, and the thick mist about his legs began to creep about the group.

OOC

Total HP: 29/60
Damage done: 12
Targets: Shehk + Biskoto

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kurotomato

Nothing Yet

demon_pachabel

Dragain

 

[demon_pachabel]

Despite how savagely she had attacked the foggy shape - vaguely familiar in nature - to begin with, the grabbing fog hands made it difficult for the pricolici to throw herself back upon him, barely able to sink her teeth into the image of Mort after his brutal counter assault that left her panting and growling, instead snapping at the fog that grabbed at her and jerking her legs back away from it.

HP: 38/50
Target: Mort
Damage: 2  

[kuropeco]

Shehk was clawing her way fiercely into the foggy figure in front of them, and Ren lifted his hand, his body rippling, beginning to shift, sinking his talons into the creature with an angry sort of ferocity -

- and then he realized just who they were fighting against.

"...Mort?"




[ HP: 40/50
Target: Mort
Damage: 11
FEAR: Y3 Swift Strikes / Y2 Eye / Y1 Battle Cry ]

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Ol-j-man

 

[medigel]

Shik clicked his tongue and swept away the creeping fog with a flap of his wings, disliking the idea of being pinned between these animals, the creature, and the wall. It was getting harder to maneuver and harder to concentrate as the whispers continued to wriggle into his skull, and his attempt to stab the mist being fell short as the shifting floors disoriented him and made him lose his footing. "You know this thing?" he asked the gryphon, muttering a curse under his breath as he straightened back up and took a defensive position.

Quote:

Shikoba
6'4" War Executioner Y1
HP: 40/40
Fear: Blood Pact (The Chill) NOPE
Fragment Points: 3
Target: Mort
Damage: ziiilch

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