[!] [HH 4vs?]CAUSE I WANT IT THAT WAY (Gal/Jud/Ott/Der/Bul)

[Zoobey]

The Death lead looked extremely unimpressed and just a little more pissed off. Perhaps. "Congratulations," It was almost a half-snarl, the stellar condition of everything going on perhaps contributing to his mood, "You know how to ******** use your ******** eyes."

Bul was entirely ignored, and upon hearing tales of trainees running off, it was questionable as to whether or not Otto would actually survive post-mission, assuming he survived the current Insanity problem: right out of the pot and into the fire. About to say something else, he paused, as if listening to someone else. "Very well." This was probably addressed to either the fog or his weapon and hopefully it was the latter. "If the thresholds have been reset - "His eyes flickered to Bul just for a second - "Then it won't be long before every single specimen follows."

There was that distinct, pointed feeling that he was leaving out crucial bits of information, or really whatever the hell was going on again. At the most, the words were extremely vague breadcrumbs. Several fog tendrils curled around the group again, attempting to consume them whole, already forming into a gigantic half-maw -

- Only to be snapped back once more. "If you are done standing here being useless then you will follow me back to regroup. I will commence an updated debriefing."

The Death lead promptly left, though incidentally the fog seemed to give him a rather generous berth, instead, aiming for the trainees. Suddenly, following him was just several hundred times harder than usual.

OOC

ESCAPING THE FOG:

- While they were exchanging dialogue, a rather large buildup of fog - almost sentient - has occurred
- All players must roll 1d100 to escape the walls of fog closing in. If you roll 70 or less you end up feeling something grabbing at you: half-formed limbs with eyes sticking out from each melting finger, the greys whispering at you to come home.
- Just keep on rolling until you escape! If so, you end up here
- It is up to Bul whether or not he wants to follow the Hunters back to the tent: currently the barrier is only set up against Insanity and not Fear so he could wander inside... however....

 

[Blade Kuroda]

Sigh. Giving Cael a status report never really went well. It didn't seem like he was ever satisfied with whatever he was given. Though, the thing he mentioned regarding a threshold and specimens and stuff did not sound good. Was the infection rate picking up even more quickly? That was... rather concerning.

Fidgeting a bit, he nodded to his lead.

"Y-yes sir," he said quietly before looking towards the others. As he looked to them, he noticed that the fog seemed to be thicker than usual. Or was it his imagination? With a sort of frown, he also looked towards Bul, not sure what to say to the poor kid. He was terrified. And quite frankly, he did not blame him for not wanting to be alone in this situation. He wished there was something he could do, but he wasn't sure if having him come with would be a really good idea.

Letting out a sigh, he just trudged along to see what this debrief was all about. Though, while he walked, he felt something latch onto him. And for a moment, he thought it might have been Bul. Looking though, he saw limbs coming out of the fog. As well as eyes. Staring right into him.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee......" he kind of whined while trying to shake the foggy disembodied hand from his foot, "G-g--guys... fog's..acting.. weird....."  

[Pales]

Guess who wasn't surprised at the lack of praise from Caelius! JUDE WASN'T. YAY JUDE.

He bit back a comment other than to say, "Sorry we were yet another disappointment, Sir," without feeling regret for what he had said in retort, he was even less surprised at the when Caelius only saw fit to feed them information but only in small parcels and left it to them to figure out if they should do anything about it.

Then he had to wonder why it was Caelius who got to leave so easily and they were now... Wait...Shitshitshitshitshit.

Jude had been about to follow when something grabbed him and he struggled, an eye peered at him from his peripheral and then there was the call of 'home', always with this 'home' thing. What the hell!

"DAMN IT!" He called out in frustration, "Always something. ALWAYS."  

[Blade Kuroda]

Hearing Jude, it was obvious it wasn't just him. The fog continued to cling onto him, despite Deryk's efforts to shake it off. He even tried to kick it back, but that did him no good. It persisted to latch onto him, trying to bring him 'home'.

"N-no t-th-thanks! I d-don't go home with evil fog things... no.. nope.. nope.."  

[Pepzilla]

This was not a man of mercy obviously. Bul knew that even before this encounter. What he had not expected, however, was the division leader leaving his hunters behind in the fog with Bul.

But from the sound of it he DID have all the answers and the monster boil was fully aware that Carl was capable of enormous things. This was his only chance at perhaps fixing Mei and getting back on track with the goals at hand.

He was NOT however, anything like Caelius and even if it meant getting help for Mei, he didn't feel it was right to just leave these other guys here.

"come.. On..." he panted after throwing himself up and after Cael but both Jude and Deryk were struggling with the foggy hands grabbing at their feet. Bul rushed by to kick away some clinging to Deryk but got grabbed onto as well.

"s**t- " he cringed and thrashed about to get free of their hold.  

[Pales]

Jude continued to struggle and pull and let out a grunt of frustration, "Shut your piehole about this whole going home business," Jude snarled in an agitated fashion. Then he struggled some more vaguely aware of Bul and Deryk were also struggling.  

[Pepzilla]

"They won't . Ever," Bul shouted over to Jude. "We had an attack one year-" he continued and struggled. "There were joy creatures attacking all of the school and there was this snow... Crap-" the monster involuntarily shivered. "Its scary we don't know what to do about it-"

Another set of hands pulled him down, this time into his face and muffling out a yelp. "hnnnnnnghhhhhhh-" he ripped his face free. "Come on we gotta get through this!!"  

[kuropeco]

Gale would have liked to yell something like "SCREW YOU TOO, CAELIUS" at the top of his lungs - but considering that would most likely get his head cut off by that enormous scythe of the death lead's, Gale thought it best to just keep quiet and mutely nod his head.

At least until he left them alone to die again.

"You - "

Fortunately for Gale, most of what he said was drowned out by the sound of everyone else, the snapping of voices and the muttering and murmuring of the foggy grey creatures.

"Oh, for Pete's sake," Gale growled angrily, swinging the rifle around and slamming the butt of it into the nearest creature, yanking his leg out of its white handed grasp. "This is ridiculous."  

[Pepzilla]

Gale was not having much luck either. The situation was very precarious and it was looking like the boils were not gonna make it out of this one. "....hnuh..." he grunted as he got back up to at least a kneeling position. They were holding him by the tail and he had to swing it against the ground until both he and his lanky limbs were finally free. It was a short lived freedom though and the half beast was grabbed by the ankles once more.

"...Mei...." he quietly murmured. "Please... Hang on okay?"  

[Blade Kuroda]

"Letgoofmealreadypleeaaaaseee..."

Kicking at the fog once more, that seemed to have done the trick. Deryk felt himself become free and without any hesitation, he hurried on along to the tent. He did not want to linger here. Nope.  

[Pepzilla]

When thinking about dying here with no hopes of helping Mei... Bul really started to pull it together. The faith that he WOULD save Mei from this horrible mutation of a disaster helped him to his feet as he kicked away some of the hands. Deryk had managed to get away in a large clearing of fog and Bul took this as his opportunity to follow suit.

"COME ON GALE, OTHER GUY WE GOT THIS WE-" his voice faded with his body after deryk.

EXIT  

[kuropeco]

Gale, in the process of whacking his rifle into yet another one of the intensely irritating creatures, gave Deryk's back a mild scowl as he scampered out of the corridor.

"Damn it."  

[Pales]

He took 'Spike's' words into account and continued to struggle and push and try to pull his way out.  

[Pales]

An extra hard tug on his arm caused him to hiss in pain as he tried to make his way out still to no avail.

...Fog. He's just not that into you. Just accept it. Ok?  

[Pales]

A foggy appendage reached out pressed up against his face and pushed him back. Jude let out a very muffled and understandably upset curse.