[HH 1v1] A different view...(Mot & Jude)

[Pales]

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Rolling a 5: ALL RUNIC WEAPONS/ LEARNED ABILITIES DO 2x damage or Healing (if they damage) to their target.

Jude couldn't say why he wandered here other than he just felt like either getting some aggression out or perhaps testing his behavior against other ...creatures. In the past he'd been rather cruel to them, saying things he shouldn't and ultimately just being an outright p***k to them but perhaps they deserved it.

Most of them did. A lot of them crying over this, that, or the other. Don't whine. Do something or even better? Shut up and fight for your rights. They act like animals and so, Jude felt, they deserved to be treated as such, at least that was his perspective.

As he paused within a room that had odd runes etched into the walls. He stared at them as he barely avoided walking right into one of the two standing chairs in the room. Huh. This was pretty spa--He fell right over the back of a couch and right onto the cushions.

Graceful.  

[Bittiface]

Mot seemed to attract this place lately. Any time he was in another mood, here he was. The reaper wandered aimlessly, keeping an ear out for hunters. He'd tolerated them almost, until the last few encounters. They were not to be trusted, They played with your emotions and used them against you.

They were evil.

So when he stumbled upon the scene of one tumbling over a couch, Mot stood there somewhat dumbfounded. Should... he help? Attack? Flee?

Mot's mouth opened.

Closed.

He scratched his head instead.  

[Pales]

He let out a frustrated grunt not realizing someone else was in the room. Jude shifted and wiggled but the couch seemed to want to keep him right there for a few moments until he just .... gracelessly fell onto the ground with a nice little thud.

"...s**t," Jude muttered under his breath. What if someone came in and saw him like this?

There isss sssomeone here I think..., Yom said helpfully.

Jude froze.  

[Bittiface]

He needed to escape. That was the only answer. But in true fashion to The Haunted House's will, as Mot turned to flee he found no exit. The door he'd come through was gone. Likely he wouldn't be allowed to leave until the purpose of the room had been fulfilled. Whether that meant a puzzle or a fight. Likely the latter.

Mot turned, facing the lump of hunter on the floor.

Mot's breath hitched as he summoned his rifle, pointing it at Jude. "Go away!" They had fancy stones to get them home, didn't they? Maybe he'd go away...  

[Pales]

He'd been about to argue with his weapon to not be ridiculous but then there came the voice offering that same tone he often heard in the heat of battle - it seemed like a whine to him. He got to his feet and dusted himself off as he muttered, "For ******** sake..."

Then he looked over at Mot and pointed a finger at him, "No you."

The pinnacle of maturity. Right here.

Yom offered a soft snort of amusement.  

[Bittiface]

"I can't!" Mot snapped back, his aim pointed to the blond on the opposite side of the room. "But I know you can! I've seen you people do it before. So just. go away! Or else!"

He cocked the pump once as a warning.  

[Pales]

Jude snorted at the bravado. He had no doubt the other person would follow through, no doubt at all. In fact Jude summoned up his weapon into the physical form and took a defensive stance, "Look, Sticks, I don't really care what you want me to do. I'm just here. Actually not hurting anyone...For once..."

Yom let out a small tsk.

"If you are looking for a fight I'll give you one, though," Jude said simply. He had no motivation to leave right away - other than the threat of being shot - and Jude just didn't feel like being threatened.  

[Bittiface]

Mot wasn't looking for a fight. He hated fighting. He hated a lot of things lately. He just wanted to be alone. Was that so much to ask?

Mot's eyes, raw and red, narrowed at the man as he took a defensive stance.

He didn't want to shoot him. He didn't want to hurt him, even though he was a hunter. Hunters were evil, horrible manipulators. They did terrible things to Mitsu, to all his friends. He knew this yet he couldn't pull that trigger. But how else would he break free from that room? He wanted to be alone. he wanted out.

Mot made a noise of discontent before finally firing at Jude.

HP: 50/50
Damage:  

[Pales]

There was the sound of a shot and ... well nothing pierced him, "Either you are a horrible shot or that was a warning," he said idly as he moved to quickly close the gap between them, "either way, challenge accepted."

Jude lifted one of his punching daggers and made to aim a punch toward the other figure's chest, "Like a snake with no venom."

HP: 50/50
DMG: 9
Charge: 1/3  

[Bittiface]

Terrible shot? Hells to the no! Mot was a gun expert!

The reaper didn't get away in time, and felt the sharp jab of a dagger hit his chest. Fear shield or not it hurt. The reaper didn't shoot this time, and instead knocked Jude's arm away with the butt of his gun.

HP: 41/50
Damage: 1  

[Pales]

He stumbled back the tiniest bit but soon he was in close enough to go for one of Mot's sides, "You seriously need to work on your strength. That was pretty weak," he critiqued idly. Oddly enough the tone wasn't exactly insulting.

It could have been way more insulting if he had used... demeaning nickname or kept telling the other how useless they ultimately were.

HP: 49/50
DMG: 14
Charge: 2/3  

[Bittiface]

Mot grunted from the hard and painful jab in the side, staggering backward and holding the painful spot. Jude's advice dug into his ego. He'd been training.. training so hard. And he was still weak? What was the point? What was the point of anything?

Mot gritted his teeth. He'd show this damn hunter how hard he trained. His fear was way more powerful than his punch!

The reaper held up the rifle, himself and his weapon emitting a shadowy black substance.

"I'll show you just how wrong you are!!" He shrieked, firing a buck shot so powerful it pushed Mot back into a wall.

HP: 6
Damage: 36
Damage to self: 21  

[Pales]

Jude's eyes widened a bit as the stronger attack came out and hit him where it hurt. He crashed into a nearby chair, shattering it, and then just laid there for a moment or two even after he heard the thud of his opponent.

Despite the pain he felt he still got up and shuffled over to the Reaper, "Not bad. Seems like you did some of my work for me," he said simply and then moved to cut into the FEAR shield again with the punching dagger.

Energy of a fully charged weapon - he was aware of it, but he could do nothing for it at the moment.

HP: 13/50
DMG: 7
Charge: 3/3  

[Bittiface]

Dissipation.. he would likely awaken in Nurse Cricket's office if he allowed himself to die. That was certain escape, right?

Mot winced at the attack, his shield now gone. Things hurt much more painfully. His vision started to waver. "Then finish the job, hunter."

Mot brought up the barrel of his gun, shoving it into Jude's chest and firing off multiple rounds of ammo.

HP: -1
Damage: 13  

[Pales]

"You...Do realize --" He grunted as he took the shot to the chest wincing and small beads of sweat appeared at his brow as he felt his shield simply shatter underneath the pressure from the hit. After he took a moment to recuperate he straightened up, "we didn't have to fight. Seems like I am not the only one that expects the worst from their enemy."

He almost sounded disappointed.

All this Reaper did was prove him right.

Suddenly Jude descended upon Mot with rapid attacks with his bladed fists.

HP: 0/50
DMG: 12
Charge: 0/3