[HH 1 v 1] Anger Management (Alex & Sasha)

[Seussi]

The Haunted House. It had taken Alexander some time to find the corridor that led to this mysterious world between worlds, but eventually it had appeared, as though his need for it to do so was just enough to make it happen. Now he stood outside of it, slouched, a filthy mess of blood and grime. His eyes were narrowed, his face set in a scowl. This is where hunters could be found. The ones that had ruined everything for him. Maybe spending some time beating on them would help make him feel better.

Doubtful, but it was worth a shot.

The zomboil entered the house through it's creaky front door. This was only the second time he'd ever been here, and he did not really know what to expect. The crystallized shard of his fear was tucked safely away within the skull pin of his tie, out of sight, but he had gone without gloves today, not caring to hide the mark of the lost clans that was tattooed on the back of his right hand.

The zomboil shuffled through the house, feet stirring up dust in their wake, approaching a door. He lifted up his hand, hesitated, and then pushed his way inside.

The room didn't look much different then any other, dusty, furnitured, the wall adorned with old looking paintings, but as he stepped over the threshold, an odd feeling swept over him. It was almost dizzying, like something was tampering with him, with his very Fear. He felt alarmed, and reached out to grab a hold of the door frame until the feeling passed.

Well....that had certainly been odd.

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Rolling a 1: ALL DAMAGE IS MULTIPLIED BY 2, but you CANNOT USE FEAR/ CHARGED ATTACKS

pinchmonster

I suck at starting things yaaaay

 

[bipolar bee]

There had been a lot going on since her return from the Lair. Healing time had taken precedence, and while Sasha's body had healed entirely - though not without her fair share of scars and nicks - her mental state would need time. Lots of time - and preferably time alone. Jerry's stifling presence hadn't been helpful at all. Despite how hard he tried to make her feel better, it did nothing but make her feel worse.

And worse.

And worse.

It was the lure of alone time that led her to where she now found herself. In a room - and luckily for her, a skeletal zombie male was in the room with her. Sasha watched him closely, waiting for him to move. There was a low thrum of adrenaline that picked up in her chest, radiated out from her core - until it felt like her entire body was humming with energy.

It felt right.

She kept quiet. Still. Watching, waiting.  

[Seussi]

The zomboil let his hand drop back to his side, brows furrowed as he let his gaze wander over the room. He'd heard rumors that the assorted rooms of the haunted house could be quite...strange, to say the least. But this one just appeared so mundane, so normal, and so very boring. The lighting was quite dim, however, and it took a moment for his eyesight to adjust, so he sniffed at the air curiously.

He had an excellent sense of smell, one that he often used when hunting for food. The delicious smell of meat, blood, flesh, and brains. Euphoric, to a zombie. The scent that hit him once he'd tested the air a little, however, was all of that and somehow more. Life. Human life.

Hunter.

His eyes narrowed as he took a step further into the room, gaze finally landing on the ghoul, who was watching him, silently. She could have attacked him by now, but hadn't, though he didn't really care to think about why that might be so. He locked eyes with her, mouth twisting downwards in a look of pure disgust.

"Hunter.." He growled, hands clenching into fists at his sides. He didn't move any further forward, however. She might not be alone, this might be some kind of trap.  

[bipolar bee]

Sasha watched her prey carefully, head tilting to the side as she slipped further into the room. After a few graceful movements, her weapon flashed to life in her hands. Nona gave a low purr in the back of Sasha's mind as the huntress slipped further into the room. Pale blue eyes drank in the half-rotted sight of the creature before her.

Putrid. Foul. Had he been in the stands as she'd fought for her life? Had he watched as she'd died a thousand deaths, over and over and over again?

Sasha wasn't sure. At this point it didn't really matter. While the mantid male that she'd spent a few short moments with had been polite and well-cultured even by human standards... that was before. This was different.

This was now.

Sasha tapped the slender blades of Nona's swords together, a strange smile toying at her lips.

"Monster."  

[Seussi]

The answer to Sasha's unspoken questions would have been no, he had not. But she wouldn't know that. He had, of course, heard all about what had happened from his buddy, Mort. But even that wasn't enough for him to know that this woman had been one of the captured. But even if he did know, it wouldn't make his treatment towards her any more gentle or kind. No, to him, one hunter was much like any other, and any wretched creature who would do what they had done...well, they all deserved whatever it was Medea had dished out to them, in his opinion.

He blamed hunters for everything that was wrong in his unlife.

"Monster." His lips turned up a little at the corners, his eyes still narrowed and cold. "Undead, actually." To him, there was a difference, to her, probably not so much. He eyed the blades she held in hand warily before speaking again.

"You smell delicious." Was it a compliment, or just a statement of fact?

pinchmonster

quoting because you're offline on AIM <3

 

[bipolar bee]

Sasha's lips curled upward in a sick farce of a smile, her expression still cool despite the emotions that roiled beneath the placid facade she wore -- the thin veneer of calm was slowly being dissolved by the acidic upset that she couldn't control. She couldn't tamp it down, dominate it. It would not be ignored.

"Thank you," she crooned as politely as she could, her eyes snapping with an electric, almost tangible rage. Sasha didn't bother to reply to his other comment, the one about being undead. It was neither here nor there.

She would end him, regardless.

"Shall we dance?"

Seussi

Sorry for the delay, it was a long, busy weekend QQ <3

 

[Seussi]

Oh this one was angry. It was practically palpable. That was fine, really, because he was angry too. He hated the hunters and what they had done. They had made his life s**t even though he had done nothing to them. Nothing..until they had kidnapped those students, at least. Then he had very actively taken part in helping to get the students back, and to do what he could to destroy the island on top of that.

Not that they had been on time, though. They hadn't been able to save them all...and what the hunters had done to those that had made it out? It was disgusting, unthinkable, and vile. Forcefully taking away their free will, making them into nothing more then walking weapons that could be controlled at any time.

"Oh, you're very welcome." Alex retorted with a snarl, his lip curling back from stained teeth. He still remembered the way a hunter...a human..could taste. He'd gotten a bite or two off of a hunter in the past.

"Yes, lets." He said, eyes narrowed, eager to get this started.

Pinch Monster

Apparently not eager enough to go first! biggrin And np~ I was pretty much busy all weekend too <3

 

[bipolar bee]

Such a polite lump of mealy flesh and Fear. Sasha did not hesitate in her forward locomotion, Nona's blades flashing dangerously before they spun close, the hooked tips of the swords dipping down. They made solid contact with the undead's calves, Nona's melodic voice a deeply satisfied purr.

<Hurt him. Give me more.>

Sasha danced back, just slightly out of range.

You will eat your fill.

The huntress grinned blithely, one brow lifting as she waited for him to make a move.

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HP: 50/50
DMG: 6 x 2 = 12

Seussi

 

[Seussi]

Alex watched the blades carefully, but instead of trying to get out of the way or back up as he had done so against hunters in the past, he tried for a new tactic, and threw himself forward. He was probably going to get torn apart one way or another, anyways. Might as well get his own hits in when he could, and hopefully take her by surprise as well.

Alex's own style of fighting was crude at best. He liked to curl his fingers into claws and tear at exposed flesh. He liked to grab ahold of his victims, bring them in close, and bury his teeth into them. The blades of the hunters weapon dug painfully into the calf of his right leg, tearing through rotting, undead flesh, and struck against the exposed bone of his left, chipping at the bone but doing little else to damage it.

With a growl he reached out both of his hands to clutch against her upper arms, trying to pin her down so that she couldn't use her blasted weapon on him again, squeezing hard with his death grip, his one visible eye burning with anger.

HP:28
Damage:10
FP: 8

pinchmonster