The wolf let out a piercing howl and reeled back from the attacks, rearing onto his hind legs and away from the creatures that dared to defy it. Fog oozed thickly around it, crowding up against its legs and begging to consume it whole again. But not yet. Not yet.
There was only the vaguest sense of pain, and the wolf's snapping teeth pushed up against the body of the nearest creature before barreling through everyone, claws and maw digging into whatever flesh, meat, bone it could to tear and tear and tear.
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Total HP : 25 / 60 Damage done: 2 Targets: Mot, Jake.
He cringed at the howl, and once more as the motion of cringing only caused him more pain. The beast was coming for him now. No time to rest. Then he heard the hunter's voice.
Her greeting was answered with a glare. If looks could kill, Sherry would of been 6 feet under. Jake was NOT in the mood to be conversing.
Chester was answered with a scoff.
"Oh, I'm sorry, we can all sit down and talk about just how PEACHY everything is AFTER we try not to die." Without another word, he prepared to strike 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: Attack - Wolf Result: 4 dmg Fear Attack: World of Darkness (Y2 Headlights) Charge: 1/3 [1/2] HP: 22/40
In Sherry's view, the wolf-thing was seemed to be getting worse. More desperate, perhaps? It's attacked seemed more reckless, more like wild thrashing than before. But she could have been imaging it.
Focused on the monster as she was, she did catch a glimpse of the glare from the death trainee. His words, in Sherry's view, were dripping with angry sarcasm.
Sherry could hear the approval in Armagnac's voice.
"I'll hold you to that," she said. She knew what point the boy was trying to make, but Sherry had opted to go for the optimism of the scenario. Introductions after they survived.
Now, if only the wolf thing would hold still.
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OOC: Name:Sherry Faction: Hunter - Life Year: 1st - Trainee
Its maw turned back onto its own body, snout and teeth pushing against invisible wounds that seemed to tire it greatly, even though the echo of homehomehome still pushed it forward. There was only a soft, keening growl before it pushed itself off of its hind legs again and lashed out at the closet creatures, gnashing its teeth together in an angry act.
It had to make them move. They didn't understand, they didn't realize they were in the way. In the way of home, the place where the fog told him to go.
It had to make them leave.
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Total HP : 18 / 60 Damage done: 4 Targets: Sherry, Jake.
Hunters were there fighting.. it dawned on Mot that maybe he could let this thing eat them. Take them away. But no.. that wasn't right. As much as they brought chaos and sadness, letting anything die when he could have prevented it was not in his nature.
The reaper brought up his shotgun again and fired.
Or tried to.
But he forgot to sync, and didn't load the gun with fear.
An empty click resounded. Mot stood, embarrassed.
Kupuritama
WOW THAT IS SOME MASSIVE FAIL THERE, MOT! WTG
Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 7:02 pm
The wolf just stared at Mot for a very long time.
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Total HP : 18 / 60 Damage done: N/A reaction post Targets: Nope
Drifter Jet Enduro
I COULDNT NOT DO IT I'M SORRY L M A O
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7, 2Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 7:06 pm
The pain. It just wouldn't go away.
Jake winced as the snapping jaws managed to find flesh again. This time, his leg.
"s**t!"
He clutched at it, feeling moisture seeping through the pant leg. The wound wasn't too deep, but it still hurt. And he was getting tired. No, he couldn't die here. He WON'T die here. And then Sherry's words made him turn his head.
...What?
"Tsk." Well, that was a given.
He huffed, and prepared to attack the wolf 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: Attack - Wolf Result: 3 dmg Fear Attack: World of Darkness (Y2 Headlights) Charge: 2/3 [1/2] HP: 18/40
The wolf was visibly distressed. The longer Sherry watched it, the more sure she was it was getting worse. Clearly Insanity. And it seemed no one was safe. At least the newcomer with the guns seemed to understand that, unlike the computer girl.
Armagnac was impatient as ever.
Too bad the pain in Sherry's arm only helped her miss the wolf.
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OOC: Name:Sherry Faction: Hunter - Life Year: 1st - Trainee
The creatures were still in the way, bleeding, fighting, angering it more and more. The large canine growled, fog curling away from its open maw as it snapped its teeth at them. "Homeee," It hissed again and again, pacing from side to side, clawing at the ground in obvious distress. Homehomehomeletmegohome.
And then it threw itself at both of the white-coats again, suddenly savage and mindless, just like before. It was going to get there one way or another.
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Total HP : 15 / 60 Damage done: 9 Targets: Sherry, Jake.
[A.V]
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[A.V.] rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-6)
Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 8:11 pm
He was tired. So, so tired.
He swayed slightly, but managed to stay on his feet... for now. From the looks of it, the wolf was starting to get weaker too, its attacks becoming more frantic. Unfortunately, it was also hitting harder.
Jake barely got his arms up in a defensive position before the wolf pounced, sending him crashing to the floor 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: Defending Result: Blocked 2 dmg. Took 7 dmg. Fear Attack: World of Darkness (Y2 Headlights) Charge: 3/3 [1/2] HP: 11/40
In all that was happening-- The wolf monster, the glitchy computer girl, the strange boy with the guns --Sherry was suddenly aware of something else. Something felt terribly wrong. She might not have noticed it, since this entire place felt off but it was almost overpowering. A sense of foreboding that rocked her to her core.
Home.
The word what whispered again, and louder now. Louder and everywhere as the wolf attacked again, tearing at her coat and flesh. She was aware of the other hunter being hit, too. This wasn't good, whatever this insanity beast was, it just might beat them. Panic seemed to set in, and Sherry struggled.
Armagnac roared in her brain.
The pain and the feeling of her weakening fear shield brought her back to her senses.
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.
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OOC: Name:Sherry Faction: Hunter - Life Year: 1st - Trainee
The wolf could make little sense of what these creatures were doing, whether or attacking, defending, or even hurting themselves. All it knew was that home was beyond them, and it would crush them between its teeth if that would open the way.
It snarled again and leapt at the weakened creatures, teeth bared and claws stretched out, fog trailing its form like a parasite. And it was a familiar motion, one almost mechanical; rip, bite, tear, bleed, repeatrepeatrepeat.
Because the pain was nothing if home was a promise on the other side.
The pain was nothing - it had to be.
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Total HP : 15 / 60 Damage done: 5 Targets: Sherry, Jake.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 11:29 pm
And the monster was on them again. All thoughts about the Halloween students in the room vanished. All Sherry knew was the wolf. She could feel its teeth and claws ripping away at her; she could feel her fear shield give way. Sherry screamed.
So did Armagnac.
Sorry. She'd done it again, she'd failed. A wave of exhaustion washed over the trainee. She tried to fight it, to focus on the pain, the wolf, anything at all. Useless. Armagnac wasn't in her hand anymore, the weapon must have desummoned.
As she fell to the ground Sherry saw a flash of white stained with red among the swirling fog. Looked like she wouldn't be having that talk with the unknown trainee after all. The last thing she saw was the glowing yellow of the Insane wolf's eyes, then nothing but darkening fog.
One unconscious life trainee lay on the shifting, white floor. Her wounds were bleeding, her coat stained and torn.
((Passed out and exiting/being rescued when the battle is done~ more or less. xD ))
Name:Sherry Faction: Hunter - Life HP: 0 -Unconsious Reaction Post~
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