There was a thick sizzling as one of the creatures - the intruders - lashed out at him, and the wolf snarled, snapping blindly in return. Pepin's words were static in the wolf's mind that no longer recognized logic, only the pull, the want, the need to go home. Colors bled into its vision, shifting and dodging and crumbling in between the grey. Another intruder had appeared, and the one it had thrown was coming back its way, trying to stop it, trying to keep it away from home.
The wolf howled and crashed forward, blind to everything around it apart from the intruders that needed to be dealt with, destroyed. It's paws slammed across the floor, fog trailing its body like a parasite as it snapped and clawed and bit at the newest threat before the sound of weapons whirring through the air caught its attention. The wolf snapped its teeth savagely at the tonfa's, pushing its entire body into the creature that dared to defy it with a bristling growl.
No more, no more, no more.
These little insects would not get in its way any longer.
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Total HP : 51 / 60 Damage done: 6 Targets: Sherry, Jake.
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you have it as 1dmg but its actually 4! ANYWAYS HI <3
Inventory. One hunter, one monster, one insanity creature. And then the wolf-creature was on her. Claws and teeth came flying at her. Sherry did her best to block the blows, but she could feel the claws tearing at her coat.
Armagnac hissed in her head.
"Clearly," Sherry hissed in return as the wolf turned it's attention to the other hunter in the room.
"Don't let up!" Sherry called to the death hunter. He seemed to realize the threat, but Sherry felt like she should say something.
Even as she called, she brought the blade of her glaive down, swiping at the insanity-wolf-thing. It was utterly ineffective.
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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.
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Sherry is so not helpful.
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7, 1Total: 8 (2-16)
Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 6:28 pm
His attack hadn't wounded the wolf much, and he quickly pulled back to recover. It appeared the wolf had attacked that floating ghosty thing also, and he shook his head.
No, this thing considered ALL of them the enemies. There were no such thing as sides here. It wouldn't of made a different to him anyways.
He prepared to strike again, when he heard a voice call out. Don't let up! Well, no s**t, unless he wanted to die.
Wait... He whipped his head towards it, he noticed another human, one with a white coat. ... Another hunter?
... What? He remembered no such thing. The thought was pushed out of his head when he noticed the wolf changed its targets and promptly attacked her.
"Yah, yah" he muttered, starting to spin the tonfas in his hands. He really could care less, but this thing wanted to kill him too, so, well, why- OH SHI-
The sound had alerted the wolf, and it turned its attention now on him, throwing itself on top of him. Jake barely had enough time to throw up the tonfas, trying to shield his face from getting mauled.
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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: 2 dmg Fear Attack: World of Darkness (Y1 Headlights) Charge: 3/3 HP: 26/40
These white coated humans were always carrying weapons, Pepin noticed. Never had she really encountered a whole force of them at once- at least not consciously. Once she was netted and that was more hunters than she'd ever faced before.
But together they joined to fight this creature. She could only assume, though it was the only one glitching right now, that she should fight it too. That is, as long as it would still take her home? Would it?
The two hunters conversed and Pepin felt a little disregarded. "But it- wants to take us H-" She froze like a loading bar stuck in eternal spin. Whispers of home echoed around the room and while a cluster of foggy hands grabbed a hold of her feet, they started to distort entirely until-
PING-
"Home, home, home, home~" she now sung along with the voices, making her way across the room as if skating on pixels until she came kicking into the wolf's side. "You want to take us home don't you? Don't you both wanna go?" she piped up at the hunters.
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HP: 34/40 Dmg: 7 Target: Wolf Fear: I actually don't know what her other fear is ?_? but she has y2 headlights for sure
The wolf hated this - these creatures, stained white and gold. Why were they in his way? Why couldn't they leave? All he wanted to do was go home, and they were blocking his path. The wolf's fur bristled, its maw splitting open to reveal row upon row of sharp teeth, sickly red with the hunters blood. "Home," It seemed to croon quietly, its tone a soft and reverberating sound that seemed nearly hurt, "homehomehome." Pepin's attack was an unwelcome interruption to the chant, and the wolf reeled back with a loud, keening howl. But she was saying something, something familiar, something that sounded right. Home. The wolf whimpered. He needed to go home.
But there were still intruders, insects in his way.
Sherry's attack had done little more than catch its attention, and angrily it bit at the glaive, sinking its teeth only briefly into her arm before Jake dragged its attention back. Those tonfa's were annoying. Its head reeled back, maw opening wide enough to see the hollow black at the back of its throat before it lunged down at the hunter.
Let me go home.
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Total HP : 42 / 60 Damage done: 2 wtg Targets: Sherry, Jake.
Well, the other hunter seemed to be getting it. Attack and defend, don't die.
Armagnac was impatient.
As the wolf tried to tear into the death trainee, Sherry heard the other monster in the room speak, a strange girl. "Home? Of course we want to go home. But not with this thing!"
She would have said more, possibly asked the girl if she knew what insanity was. But the wolf was on her again, it's teeth tearing into her arm. "Gah!" Quick as it had attacked, it stopped and whirled on the the other hunter. Sherry did her best to draw it's attention again, stabbing at it. She felt it hit, but only a bit.
"You," she cast a quick glance at Pepin, "are more than welcome to go home with it, though."
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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.
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Kupuritama
Pepzilla
[A.V.] rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-4)
Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 7:25 pm
It hurt.
Jake panted as he held a hand to his waist, feeling the blood soaking through. The feeling was familiar. He was always getting hurt. But this... this was nothing. He was still standing. He can still fight.
Jake closed his eyes, ignoring Chester. He became a hunter for a reason. He wouldn't die here. Not yet. Not yet.
A voice made him open his eyes, and it was that glitchy thing, now hovering near him and the other hunter. Home? Ugh, not that again.
"No, I don't. I never want to go back."
He pushed past the ghost, raising his arm to strike at the creature again.
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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: Using Fear attack [1/2] Result: Fear attack failed. 0 dmg dealt. Fear Attack: World of Darkness (Y2 Headlights) [I SCREWED UP THIS ENTIRE TIME /sob] Charge: 3/3 HP: 24/40
GrnGriff
Kupuritama
Ignore my fail. Hunter stats. Stop screwing me over man. :C
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 7:40 pm
Wait, why would she not want to go with the wolf creature? Its violence yes, was very uncalled for but it too came from the same distorted place everything else had. "How could you not want to?" Pepin pined with a sudden sense of sorrow.
"This place, all these things, I like them..." her holographic form shuddered. "Its like the time I saw Miss President Riley with it in her chest-" the last bit was said a little quieter. The hunters probably had no clue what it meant in any way shape or form, but it was probably the most informative and useful thing the glitch ghost had to offer.
Now the wolf garnered her attention. He must've been scared that they were not going to go home with him. Pepin decided to refrain from striking, and fluttered about the room cautiously. When would they leave for home?
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GrnGriff
ghost btw not monster xD Unless thats your hunter icly thinking then nvm me!
HP: 34/40 Dmg: None Target: Nobody Fear: I actually don't know what her other fear is ?_? but she has y2 headlights for sure
Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 8:21 pm
"Its home is not mine," Sherry tore her eyes away from the wolf for a moment. The way girl flickered reminded Sherry of a sci-fi film. Some kind of computer based thing? The girl sounded sad as she spoke, though much of what she said was nonsense to Sherry. How could she like this? And President who? "That's good for you. But they don't like us."
Sherry's eyes settled back onto the wolf thing. If she could just move into a better position, she might be able to do more damage to it.
Homehomehome, the word infected its mind, thick like poison in its veins. It urged him on, even as thick spirals of fog swirled from his sides, the wounds and what might have been pain diluted beneath the overwhelming insistence of home in his mind.
And there were more - more creatures in its way.
The wolf reeled backwards off of the hunter, ears pinned to its head, yellow eyes wide with what might have been rage, or fear, or longing. Why couldn't they understand? Why wouldn't they go away? It needed to make them go away.
The wolf lunged blindly, not knowing which enemy to attack anymore, only that they were all in his way.
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Total HP : 41 / 60 Damage done: 0 wtg Targets: Sherry, Mot.
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reaction post sort of ;v;
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NO ITS FINE HI HELLO Q V Q
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 9:02 pm
Having a moment to catch his breath, Jake lowered the tonfas and sighed, the pain starting to bother him more.
He took another deep breath and sighed. "This is nothing."
He stared at the glitchy thing. She (he assumed it was a she. These things had genders, right?) was crazy. Who the hell would want to go ANYWHERE with that thing? For once, he agreed with someone. They weren't going ANYWHERE with this... this creature. And he, in particular, had no desire to go home. No desire to return to the life he once lived. That was no home. It was a living hell.
He noticed a slight movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned to see that there was another figure here. Were they... always here? His grip on the tonfas tightened instinctively, but he made no move. No, this other figure seemed just as lost and confused as the others, and he wasn't the main threat. That wolf had to be dealt with first.
Turning his gaze back towards the beast, only to see that it had lunged forward, attacking the other hunter this time, and turning its attention to that other figure.
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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: Just watching? Result: -- Fear Attack: World of Darkness (Y2 Headlights) Charge: 3/3 [1/2 used] HP: 24/40
The wolf creature thrashed around some more, and Sherry felt rather lucky it hadn't hit her that time.
It had also tried to attack someone new to the room, someone Sherry had taken for human at first glance. But he wasn't dressed right, and something seemed off. Another enemy, most likely. She would worry about him and the computer girl later. The insane wolf was priority, her bleeding arm told her that much.
Armagnac wanted more hitting.
She used the not-being-bitten-time to take a step back, trying to edge a bit closer to the other hunter. Regroup, don't die. It was something of a plan. "Nice to meet you," she said catching her breath.
I know. They'd been over this. Attack. Worry about the other stuff later. The blade of the glaive came down, striking the wolf-monster.
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OOC: Name:Sherry Faction: Hunter - Life Year: 1st - Trainee
Mot O'Boyle Grim Reaper Y3 A six foot tall male reaper with black hair and pale skin. Wields a shotgun.
HP: 50/50 Damage: 10 Target: Insanity Puppy
Welp. Mot got his answer. The creature was hostile. The grim reaper gasped and rolled out of the way of the attack, quickly summoning his shot gun. The moment he stopped moving, the gun was aimed at the beast with acute precision, and fired several times.
He didn't yet realize that this might have once been a student.
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