[HH 1 v 1] The Other Side of the Wardrobe (Yin and Marcus)

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Yin was not paying attention. It was clear by the way that Princess Eva could follow along, tracking him more out of curiosity (and because of the fact that she had managed to slip out of his room due to him being distracted so much recently) without him noticing, and also by the way that he did not realize that he had walked into a rather familiar looking wardrobe without thinking of the repercussions. He had only found the wardrobe once before, and he was never searching for it. Sometimes it appeared, sometimes he did not think and he entered it. It really did not register until the coats gave way to a rather creaky house and he was wandering down a hallway that he had been there before.

He had met a hunter here before.

Suddenly fretful the mantodae began turning, looking for a way out, and just getting steadily more turned around and lost. He stumbled into a room, a dusty drawing room it seemed. a couch was along one way, a few chairs that might have once been plush scattered about with end tables and lamps. Pictures lines the walls, and no matter which way they were looked at they constantly seemed to be staring. Judging. He probably needed to get out of the house while he still could. If he still could.

Something about the room seemed to sap his energy, and his Fear shield seemed to be depleted just by being there as he turned to try to head out the door.

HP: 20/40

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Rolling a 6: ALL STUDENT/ HUNTER HP IS HALVED. Rofl, this may not take so long after all

 

[ramenli]

The coughing caused Yin to snap his head up, ears catching on the phrase "gas mask," as thoughts of his first time here. The boil that used a noxious gas to drain him, causing him to struggle to breathe, a bizarre fight. A fight that taught him he should not trust hunters. Now he found the voice but the boil had already caught sight of him. The coat was a dead giveaway if nothing else was. Hunter.

Alexander would have...no, that did not matter now. Who cared if Alexander would be upset. He could only hope that if this hunter had seen him he would not recognize him. If he was just dissipated he would go back to Nurse Cricket's office. Yes, they should just get this over with. He tried to ignore how terrified he was, or that he had been all but frozen in place as he brought his arms up in a defensive position, though this time he really just looked more like he was shrinking into himself than settling into a battle pose.  

[ramenli]

Yin hissed in pain as the blade hit, not able to dodge out of the way, feeling too lethargic to move like he was usually capable of. He lashed out with his claws quickly, but it was a desperate attack, not the controlled movements he normally fought with.

HP: 10
Damage: 4  

[ramenli]

The attack was almost in slow motion. The hunter's sword flashing out, Yin responding much too slowly. He had been like this since he had come back from being captured, lethargic, unsure how to cope. Then Alexander and him had fought when he had been starting to get better and everything had just closed off more. At least Miss Danny was no longer in her coma, and there were other things to look forward to, like study dates with Mot.

But he simply moved too slow. It was easy to see that the sword would slice into him, that once again the hunters were going to damage him, destroy what little spirit he had been building up.

Not on her watch.

The rabo bounded forward, jumping, knowing she was getting in the way but it was for her boil. Her boil needed her, she had to protect him. She would always be there for him.

The flash of fur was suddenly behind his eyes, not really registering the pained whine that cut through the air until her Fear was already beginning to break apart, dissolving. A tiny jingle was all that remained as her collar fell to the ground, the mantodae following as his legs gave out and he slumped to the floor, staring without seeing, hands reaching out for the pink collar, a gift from Miss Danny, pulling it to him and cradling it against his chest. What had just happened. What. Princess Eva. No, he was alone. He had not brought her along. Maybe it was a different rabo. All the fight had left him, as well as most coherent thought.  

[ramenli]

Yin heard the hunter but really did not hear him. Something about leaving. Collar in hand he managed to make his way to his feet and he stumbled away, maybe deeper into the haunted house, maybe toward the exit.

At some point he returned to Amityville.

But he knew that hunter's face. That much was clear.