"No singing this time, you got that Locke?" The last time he was here, he had to suffer three hours of Ryan's obnoxious singing before they even founds a creature of Halloween to fight. He wouldn't--couldn't endure that torture again. So he was dealing with it now.
:Fine, whatever. I prooomise. Happy?: Clearly the carbuncle was not at all happy about being barred from singing this time around.
Ryan could care less.
"Yes, very happy." Ryan confirmed with a roll of his eyes. He knew it was only a temporary fix. In a few minutes the carbuncle would be chattering on again and he would be stuck dealing with another headache.
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Rolling a 2: STUDENTS/ HUNTERS DO NOT TAKE RECOIL DAMAGE FROM ANY ATTACKS.
Somehow he'd found the House that LW seemed, for reasons unbeknownst to him, kept getting stuck in - and although Ren had been there previously, he had not exactly wanted to come back.
But, unfortunately, somehow he had managed to get himself trapped within the dilapidated walls, and now he was wandering down its dark and shadowed hallways with an expression of great annoyance on his freckled face. Ren hadn't exactly planned to spend his afternoon trying to maneuver his way through a death trap, but it seemed as though he had no choice.
There was a muffled creaking noise. Instantly his hackles rose, Ren's ears flattening back down against his hair, his wings fluttering a little as they settled on his back. Stealthily he crept down the nearest side hallway, his fingers shifting, extending until his hands were no longer humanoid, but long and sharply taloned.
He was not taking any chances, after all.
Up ahead, he could see a partially opened door, light from the room streaming out into the dimly lit hallway. Clenching his teeth, Ren took a few silent steps forward, and listened carefully.
"...yes, very happy."
A voice - and not a familiar one, Ren decided. Straightening, he smoothed down the front of his shirt, closed his eyes briefly and inhaled, tail curling around one of his legs. When he opened his eyes again, they were determined. He stepped into the room, letting the door swing wider with a long creaking sound.
The sudden creak as the door swung open had the moon trainee spinning around and summoning his gauntlets in a brilliant flash of red light. He hadn't even realized the he was there until he was already in the room. Goes to show how well he could sense another person's presence.
"Snack..?" He repeated, just as it dawned on him. "No. No, no, no! I am not a snack, you hear?" He demanded, pointing a finger at the gryphon as he took a step back. Was this how the creatures of Halloween always greeted someone? Or was he just that unlucky of encountering the few that did? Either way, he doubted he was going to get out of here without crossing blades---or rather, claws with this creature. So he had better count on that and be ready.
He smiled benignly over at the hunter and leaned against the door frame, arms folded across his chest. This particular human was unfamiliar to him, with a head of spiky blonde hair and a red clawed weapon wrapped around both hands. However, despite his lack of recognition, the look of determination on his face was the same as the other hunters.
Ren shook out his wings and took a step forward, unfolding his arms.
"Nope," he said, and clicked his teeth together, canines sharp.
"Can't hear a single thing you say."
Then he lunged.
[ HP: 50/50 Target: Ryan Damage: 9 FEAR: Y3 Swift Strikes / Y2 Eye / Y1 Battle Cry ]
"Ah s**t!" Of course. Of call the Halloween creatures he had to encounter, it had to be one of the few that attacked first and asked questions later. Why couldn't it had been the other way around? He kept hearing about chatty Halloween creatures who preffered to talk rather than fight. Then why was it, that he got freaking birdzilla!? Then again, dressed as he was, as a hunter, and here in the haunted house, it was likely the gryphon had all the answers he needed in order to attack. If that was the case and this gryphon was keen on fighting, then he would have to focus on fighting as well.
It just happened to suck that this gryphon was also a strong one.
The attack was swift, with enough force behind it that it knocked him back and forced the wind from him It hurt--it hurt a lot, but during the brief exchange, he was able to seize hold of one of the large golden coloured wings and kept himself from being slammed into a wall. It was then that he also proceeded attack, using his clawed tips.
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Name: Ryan O'Conner HP: 41/50 Target: Ren Damage: 5 RP Blurb: Looks like this.
