You tried indeed. Mot blushed some and actually loaded the weapon with fear. Concentrate, Mot!
One of the hunters went down. This creature wouldn't stop until it was down. Mot lifted his weapon and aimed to fire again. Not for the hunters. It wasn't to help them, but then less people there to help fight, the more likely Mot would fall.
The weapon once again functioning, as his Fear balanced out, Mot fired a few rounds at the enemy.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 7:31 am
Fatigue was wearing him down. All he wanted to do was lie down. To stop. But no, he could still fight. He HAD to still fight.
Jake pushed himself off the ground, ignoring his wounds, ignoring the voices that told him to just let go, to just give in. "I won't give up." he growled.
He looked over to the other hunter, who had just passed out, and then over to the other figure, who seemed human, yet not, but it was clear he wasn't a hunter.
Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't of hesitated to attack him. There were no such thing as "allies" to him. Even if a hunter provoked him enough, he wouldn't hesitate to attack. But no... now wasn't the time. They all had a common enemy right now, and if they didn't focus on getting rid of it, they were all screwed.
Gripping the tonfas tightly, Jake went in for what might of been his last attack.
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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 Result: Fear attack failed. 5 dmg taken. Fear Attack: World of Darkness (Y2 Headlights) Charge: 3/3 [2/2] HP: 6/40
The wolf snapped at both the student and the hunter blindly, the fog crowding its vision and its ears with the remembrance of homehomehome. Fatigue was starting to creep into its bones, making it desperate enough to thrash around and snap at the barrel of Mot's shotgun with something akin to inhuman savagery.
It couldn't end here.
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Total HP : 7 / 60 JESUS CHRIST WHY WONT YOU DIE Damage done: 4 Targets: Mot, Jake.
... How was he still alive? He must of just been really, really damn lucky.
But even now, his vision was fading. He could barely see 2 feet in front of him. Chester's voice was getting fainter and fainter.
He swung his arm sluggishly, not knowing where it would find its mark.
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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: 4 dmg Fear Attack: World of Darkness (Y2 Headlights) Charge: -- HP: 2/40
Kupuritama
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 5:14 pm
It was all over too quickly, too slowly all at once, the wolf reeling back from the attacks with a desperate howl. They didn't understand, they needed to let him through - But he was tired, and they were too strong, and the world was spinning around him and home was too far away. The wolf whimpered and crouched low to the ground, slinking away into the fog like a wounded, cornered beast. Why didn't they understand?
"Homehomehome."
It would be back, surely it would. Home was too desperate a call for it to ignore. With one last keening sound, the monster disappeared completely into the fog, and silence eclipsed the room whole.
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Total HP : ded FINALLY Damage done: hahahaha Targets: ksngm nope.
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SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 5:36 pm
It was down, and Mot found himself alone with the hunter.
The reaper cast an uneasy gaze upon the white coated man. Now what? They'd only been fighting together to take down something that threatened them both. But now that it was gone? Mot didn't want to find out what this guy would do. Hunters were cruel, evil, manipulative. He wanted nothing to do with this guy.
Mot started to back away, keeping his gun raised in case the man attacked him. His eyes never left his form, for fear of turning his back to the enemy.
[A.V.]
Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 5:50 pm
Somehow... just somehow, that last attack managed to connect. He slumped to the floor, exhausted, as he heard the wolf howl, and then... disappear.
Chester's questions was answered with a tired grunt. He was too tired to be making witty remarks or just plain yell at him.
His eyes fell on the other hunter. Chester muttered something, but he didn't hear so clearly this time. F**k, he was so so tired.
Footsteps alerted him to the other figure, the one who had been fighting the beast too. Despite his body screaming out in pain, and pretty much protesting at any movement he made, he shoved himself off the floor, teetering dangerously as he held his weapons up. No, this wasn't over yet. There was still... one of them here.
A quick glance around the room indicated that the ghost wasn't here anymore, but there was that human-looking creature.
<...Jake... you are in no shape to be fighting anymore. He may not be human, but I don't think he's looking to pick a fight either.>
He wasn't sure if this brought relief or anxiety to him. Part of him wanted to fight, but Chester was right. He was in no shape to do so.
"I won't attack if you don't." he muttered, slowly lowering the tonfas. If they did fight, it wasn't hard to see what the outcome of the battle would be.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 7:07 pm
Mot stopped backing away. He'd heard this before from Hunters. One of them betrayed him. Still, even if Mot was better off as far as injuries went, he still didn't want to fight.
Mot dismissed his weapon.
"I just want to go and find my friends. I haven't seen any of them.. and I am worried." Mot's eyes softened, wondering where everyone was in the thick fog.
[A.V.]
Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 7:32 pm
Jake watched with mild curiosity as the weapon seemed to dissipate by itself. So he really wasn't human, since it seemed the most hunters could do was de-summon their weapon? How strange, these creatures that looked like human, yet weren't. It only reminded him to keep his guard up. Looks were deceiving.
Seeing that the reaper wasn't going to attack him, he de-summoned his weapon also, clasping the keys onto his sash.
"Well, sticking around HERE isn't going to do anything.". He crossed his arms and looked around. "Looks like that ghost girl is gone too, though who knows when another one of those things will come and wreck us up."
He prepared to leave, when a voice interrupted him.
He looked down. Gaping torso wound, bloody leg... well, he still had his body parts.
What?
Jake looked over at the hunter again. What do you want ME to do about it? <... You're kidding right?>
He was about to take another step before Chester interrupted him again. Jake grit his teeth. Damn persistent piece of crap. He was already in pain. Carrying some deadweight around was just asking to get killed.
Jake growled. Piece of s**t bossing him around. He limped over and grabbed the hunter by the collar, straining as he tossed her over his shoulder. She wasn't that heavy, but with his injuries, Jake staggered under the weight, nearly falling over.
He turned back towards the reaper, breathing heavily. "If you don't want to die, I suggest you leave." That was the most he'd say, if anything, to stop Chester from butting in again.
Without another word, he limped off, carrying Sherry over his shoulder off into the sunset.
[[EXIT]]
GrnGriff
So graceful~
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Jake's gonna take his leave now~ WE SHALL MEET UP AGAIN WHEN HE'S NOT DYING. O U O
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 11:24 pm
"Not enough," a voice suggested, a low hiss, a suggestion and yet a strong urge at once. And then those swept in the fog were simply overwhelmed by the need to take the need to consume, a strange, listless hunger that asked for more. They felt it, how weak and insignificant the others were, how the others needed to be shattered.
In this world there was only them. Them, not just one, but everyone, a subconscious awareness that echoed only one word.
Home.
Everyone else was in the way.
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- STATUS EFFECT: INSANITY COUNTDOWN TIMER. For anyone NOT affected with insanity, you begin to feel the taint from above. The more IC times, the thicker the taint becomes. This is judged by your NUMBER OF NEW POSTS you take FROM THIS POINT ONWARDS, FROM THIS EXACT IC POINT IN TIME (ie: posting in a preexisting thread where your character was already established doesn't count). Make sure to OOC include the countdown timer. You may now EXIT this thread/ wander off thanks to this status effect OR if you'd like rp a few more posts before leaving. Up to you where you want to go or if you want to make a new RP thread, you can even use the Dungeon Finder again! - If you exited already that's fine, just count NEW POSTS onwards!
- 1- 3 posts: You begin to feel the effects above, and as if someone is calling you. Everything seems far away, as if looking through a funnel. You feel a strange hunger, but you don't really know why or what is causing this.
- 4 - 8 posts: Everything seems to move in slow motion and you come to a strange sense of awareness: all those around you are in your way. They are preventing you from going Home. For some reason you innately understand exactly what Home is, a strange craving that you know will satisfy the growing crevices in your core/ heart. The world blurs, shifts to just greys.
- 9 posts + : At this point you feel the full out effects of the Insanity. You feel the fog finally whisper and you let it consume you whole. It doesn't matter, it doesn't even matter who you are. You are driven to a point of entirely instability by your need to go Home. You become a boss mob. Make sure you read the rules on how to boss mob HERE. Please note as a boss mob you can travel to any [!] thread (or make one).
(THIS STAGE IS ONLY APPLICABLE TO HORSEMEN AND STUDENTS. If you are a Hunter, you pass out and find yourself back at the Hunter relief tent with alleviated symptoms.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 11:35 pm
Pepin had held back when the insanity creature began to look its worst. She couldn't fight that hint and the other guys were no targets either. She just wanted to see what the home it was that it was talking about! Mot really was alone With the hunter! That is until Pepin returned from her Spot in the not so quiet fog.
"they're commmmmming.... We're going HOOOOOME!!" she shrieked with joy and vanished in a wild spree of pixels blocks into the fog.
[A.V.]
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HP: 34/40 Dmg: None Target: Nobody Insanity Count: 1/9 Fear: I actually don't know what her other fear is ?_? but she has y2 headlights for sure
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 4:56 pm
What was this sudden feeling? The doubts and unease he'd felt before were starting to intensify. Everything and everyone he knew.. it seemed so disconnected from himself. Like it was a whole other world he didn't belong. Had Amity been his real home after all? Did he really belong, or was he fooling himself?
Something bigger was calling him.. distantly inside the fog. For a moment, he thought he'd seen Pepin, but she too faded into the fog.
Mot stared into the empty fog. He felt a longing, a hunger, a need. Too faint to garner what it was he felt he needed, yet nagging at the back of his mind enough that he couldn't ignore.
The reaper sighed heavily, dragging his feet and setting forth into the fog once more.
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