[!][HH - Looks like a Full House] (P,T,S,D,R vs ???) Fin

[Huni Pi]

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Rolling a 3: ALL DAMAGE HAS NO MODIFIER (ie: you don't need to subtract -6 ). You feel something brush against you, unsettling as it literally envelops you in a blanket of cold. You feel stronger but more distant, as if the battle around you is happening to someone else...

Through the fog, the tikbalang continued to wander, searching for any signs of life or of his fellow students. Insanity-infused or not. The call for Home repeating over and over like an incessant chant was starting to get to him. With a shake of his head, Petro decided to risk it.

He drew a deep breath, ignoring the chill of the fog swirling around him, and bellowed: "ANYONE OUT THERE?"  

[Ice Queen]

Roch was irritated. He'd gone back only to find Amphi was nowhere to BE found, and the only reason he could come up with was because she was in the fake Amity. Maybe she wasn't... Jack he hoped she wasn't. But regardless, he was heading right back in. He'd bumped into Demi on the way, which wasn't that surprising. It had seemed like Demi knew the ghoul that attacked them.

"Thing is, they didn't turn t'stone after we beat them," Roch said to the dog as they walked. "So... it ain't like Riley. Maybe they can be saved without... y'know, all the stuff that she had t'go through."

He stopped as he heard someone shout, trying to put a face to the voice. He KNEW he knew it--  

[Bloodlust Dante]

Damien had all the hope in his last moment to wake up in the relative safety of Crickets office. That hope shattered once dreary green eyes opened back up in the swirling fog of the cloned Amity. The grim realization set in that he had no easy way out. It made the pup quiver in his greaves, what if he was stuck here for all time.

He let out a cry of despair, a mournful whine high into the air as he crouched low to the ground. "Theres no time for this, focus. Find a scent and track it, find others." he muttered to himself as he began to sniff and move walking around and around the odd landscape that was filtered by the white haze.

The lone figure in the mist made the pup wary as he circled around it. it continued to move closer. It wouldn't back off from what he could tell, so he yapped at it. Yapping does not work against one Roch. "Don't do that, you silly reaper!" he chided the boil as he fell in step, swatting at the punk's arm. "But yes, not stone, so maybe its a different type of infection. he said back. he hoped. he hoped with all his core it was indeed different and cureable to boot.

That was until his ears raised in alarm to the call. one call that wanted others to beckon to them. the hound took off towards it. At the very least, it wasn't talking about home and that was good enough for him. Roch was tugged in tow.

"We're coming!" he barked back in reply and pulled at the scythe reaper like he had the leash between them.  

[Huni Pi]

The tikbalang stood stock-still, listening in for any movement, any hints that there were might be others nearby. He heard faint hints of voices, voices that did not mutter and whisper about Home. It was only when he heard his name did he recognize its owner, "Sheridan!" he cried out, louder and harder than his earlier yell. There was another voice, coming from elsewhere, the horse monster managed to make out the words, "'M over here!!!!" he continued. If it was a hostile force, it wouldn't give itself away would it? All the same, Petro had his guard up.  

[Ice Queen]

Sheridan... nope, didn't know him, but he vaguely remembered the name from somewhere, Roch thought as he followed Demi. His hand went out, summoning his weapon, though, just in case.

He trusted Demi to find the others better than he trusted himself. "Jack this fog... at least it ain't tryin' t'kill my braincells this time," he said. "Who all's out here? This is Roch and Demi!"  

[Bloodlust Dante]

"What's the password?" Demi decided to bark up. Forgetting there was no password to set up in the first place. Smart move pup. One foot continued to move in front of the other, the faint sounds of another voice lingered where the other more prominent voice was coming from. The green eared hellhound sniffed at the air but nothing came back to identify the extra person there.

"I hope we aren't running into an ambush or something Roch." he said warily.  

[Huni Pi]

The corner of Petro's mouth twitched up in relief at the sight of the dragon boil. "Y' know me. Can't just stand by when someone needs help," he softly chuckled. The mannerisms, the posture, yeah this was definitely his best friend.

However, the two additional voices continued to sound and it seemed they were drawing closer. Brown eyes narrowed, "Roch" sounded familiar, he couldn't clearly remember where he heard the name but Demi? Yes. He definitely remembered Demi. Still, it didn't hurt to be safe. "'S Petro! 'S that Demi the one from Sewing Club?" the horse boil hollered back. It was a test more than anything.  

[Bloodlust Dante]

TRO. It was impossible to forget the student that tried to mow him over after accidentally holding onto his neck. how was he supposed to know that it would send the boil into a stampeding rage. "I will kick you Tro when I find you!" the pup snarled back and ruffled his hair. "Its bruteball club BRUTEBALL." he stomped in the fog as he came into view and bounded up to the taller student and glared.


Puppy glares should be very effective.  

[Ice Queen]

"So... y'sew durin' bruteball practice, or somethin?" Roch asked. "Hey, I ain't judgin'," he added. "If y'really wanna hide a hobby, I ain't gonna tell anyone--I spose many monsters an' sewin' might not exactly go t'gether--"  

[Huni Pi]

"And y're as stubborn as y're fluffy," Petro shot back at Sheridan with a grin, just in time for Demi to suddenly bound up towards him. The horse boil met Demi's glare with a smirk, "Was a test. Y' might've been an imposter'r something." Brown eyes quickly darted to the last person to emerge. "Y' must be Roch." A square-root brow quirked at the sight of the tattoos, "The one the Sisters gave a tattoo, yeah?"

The monster horse folded his arms across his chest at the reaper's crack about sewing and monsters. "'M I s'pposed to take that as y' askin' us Monsters to leave y' to bleed into dissipation from a nasty gash?" He didn't look angry and his tone didn't suggest he was either. If anything, Petro sounded downright cheerful at the prospect.  

[Ice Queen]

"I was j'st saying, ain't nothin' wrong with bein' able to sew," Roch said, grinning widely. "No point in hidin' it--I, myself, make a jackin' good hairdresser," he added. "But yeah, the sisters are excellent tattoo artists--I just had Needle do my other shoulder not too long ago," he added. "And unless the place ain't lettin' people heal, I happen t'have a healing chord. So I think I'll survive."

He looked at the dragon then, nodding in greeting. "Who all, exactly, is one of them? Does anyone know?" he asked the group at large.