[HH 3 vs. ???] Lost in the Fog [Chryses/Maggie/Alex]

[Noir Songbird]

He had returned.

Chryses had delayed for several days out of trepidation, but he now took steps into the strange, foggy Amityville. He had watched it appear, had experienced the strange effects of the fog at the Fright Night cleanup, and had since shut up in his room, drowning himself in numbers...but the siren call had not gone away.

He wanted to see this strange grey place for himself, to know, to understand. As he had heard on his way in, students and Horsemen had fallen to the mist. Hunters might even be here. He didn't care. He wanted to see it for himself.

So he trudged deeper into the fog.  

[Noir Songbird]

Quote:

Rolling a 3: ALL DAMAGE HAS NO MODIFIER (ie: you don't need to subtract -6 ). You feel something brush against you, unsettling as it literally envelops you in a blanket of cold. You feel stronger but more distant, as if the battle around you is happening to someone else...

 

[Artymus]

She'd initially followed Alex into the fog not wanting to be left behind, but Maggie'd lost him soon after. Now, alone and afraid, she didn't know what to do.

She kept her head low, ears perked up and alert. If something attacked her, she wouldn't be completely off-guard...she hoped.

Not paying attention to her right, she brushed against something heavily. Wheeling back screaming, she fell on her butt only to look up at Chryses.

"Chr-Chryses? Oh thank Jack! I was afraid something happened to you! I've lost Alex, have you seen him?"

Songstress Kistune

 

[Noir Songbird]

When Maggie brushed against him, Chryses may or may not have let out a rather unmanly, undignified yelp of panic. He was fully ready to be attacked by some kind of...greyed-out student-monster-thing and get eaten, except when he spun to see...

"Y-you were at the art club meeting," and hell if he could remember her name. Or an "Alex." "I haven't seen him, no." Not that he would know if he had, but apparently this was supposedly a mutual acquaintance? Perhaps the zomboil from the Art Club. "Are you alright?" He was scared, and being scared kicked at the wall that he normally kept up.  

[Artymus]

Taking deep breaths to calm herself, Maggie righted herself, dusting off her backside.

"Yeah, I was." Letting out a small whine, Maggie looked around nervously, hoping something hadn't heard her. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm glad I found somebody. This is so...unsettling." Hugging her arms around her, Maggie's eyes kept darting around, just waiting for something to leap out. Something told her they weren't alone.  

[Noir Songbird]

"Well, let's not just stand here," Chryses said, moving forward. "If we do, we'll just attract whatever is here-whoa!"

He had been walking, and then suddenly he was tripping, and it was sheer luck and a surprising amount of balance that kept him on his feet. "Who-who's there?" He thought it felt soft and slightly fleshy.

Perhaps a body.

Eugh.

Or worse, a Hunter.  

[Seussi]

Alex had been laying there for only jack knew how long now. Since breaking Yin's neck he couldn't find it in himself to move. He was alone, and it was so painful it felt like his entire body was being torn apart slowly from the inside. He just wanted it to be over already. Wanted the insanity to take him too so that he didn't have to deal with this torture anymore. He was huddled up on the ground, body trembling as tears ever so slowly welled up and then trailed down his pale undead cheeks. Not a steady stream by any means, but enough to keep the faint pinkish track wet to the touch, if he'd just bother to reach up and wipe it away.

And then, more pain, but this time physical, as something hit him in his chest. His pale eye eased open slowly and rolled upwards, though all he could really see was the fog. And then...he realized there were voices, actual voices and not just the whispers that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. He'd been hearing them for a while but they hadn't been truly registering.

With a groan he turned over on to his back causing the fog to swirl and shift around him, clearing in places, revealing his 6'3" tall and lean form now stretched out upon the ground. A filthy and haggard looking mess.

"Who's there...?" He mumbled, eye slowly drifting shut again. It was probably a couple of hunters who would easily dispatch of him in his current state.

Artymus

 

[Artymus]

A loud gasp escaped Maggie as Chryses tripped over something that looked like...Alex! Jumping over, she knelt next to his head so he could see her.
"Alex...Alex, are you okay? Alex, can you hear me?" There was no use hiding both the relief at seeing him alive, and the worry that plagued her further.

The beast brushed her conscious warmly, asking her to release it, to let herself change so it could find what had done this to their friend. Closing her eyes, she could feel the chill of the air begin to fall away, a familiar warmth starting to wash her. Snapping her now feral eyes open, she immediately pushed back the urge to change, the black fur that had begun to sprout pulling back underneath her tanned skin, and the muzzle pushing back into her normal face.

With her golden panther's eyes, she looked up at Chryses. "Help me get him up." It wasn't a request.

Songstress Kistune

Seussi

 

[Noir Songbird]

Well, it was neither of the things Chryses had feared it was. It was...a fellow student, apparently the Alex that his companion had been seeking. He looked familiar...indeed, the zomboil from the art club.

Well. He could recognize when refusal would be to the detriment of his health. "Right." He bent down and slung one of the zomboil's arms over his shoulders, fully intending to pull him up, protests or not. "What is going on in here?"

Seussi

 

[Seussi]

A familiar voice was calling his name, finding a way through the haze that he'd let envelope his mind. Still, he tried to place the voice with a face, and he couldn't seem to. His eye managed to peek open through a fringe of white hair that partially obscured his view. "Maggie?" His voice was raspy, low, and hardly very audible.

"No, not okay. Nothing is okay." He grimaced as somebody else crouched down near him, grabbing for his arm, hoisting him up on weak and trembling legs. Chryses, the other art club member. Alexander barely knew him.

"You shouldn't be here." He whispered, eye closing once more as he tried to concentrate on just staying up right. "I thought I might be the only one left..." Apparently he was having too much trouble adjusting to this fact to answer the demon boils question.

Artymus

 

[Artymus]

Hooking an arm underneath Alex, Maggie helped hoist him to his unsteady feet. It broke her heart to hear how he said her name, how he said he wasn't okay. She let him lean on her for support. She was sure it looked awkward since the zomboil was almost a whole foot taller than her.

The beast brushed again, this time more aggressively, more urgently. She could feel how angry it was, all the protective and feral rage roiling just under the surface. She barely knew Alex, but she had instantly bonded with him even if he was hesitant at first, and seeing him weak and hurting hurt her, and really pissed off the beast. There were things you didn't do. One of them was hurt the people Maggie cared about. And then the beast pushed, causing her to growl as she tried not to give into it. She snorted and shook her head trying to regain control. Maggie refused to give in, she needed to be fully in control. If she gave up that control, she might end up hurting Alex in his already weakened state.

"Alexander, what's going on? Please, tell us." The growl hadn't completely left her voice as she tried to pry an answer from the zombie gently. Peering around his lean frame to the demon boil holding up his other side, Maggie caught his eyes and motioned for them to start moving forward with a nod. They needed to really move before something caught them off-guard.  

[AyeAvast]

It began slow and small, a tiny little giggling that quietly rose from the mists in an unending and constant stream that grew in volume as it kept on. As it grew it took a turn, louder and harsher until it was a cackle that rose up all around the little group. With a dramatic sweep of mist and fog the witch appeared, arms outstretched toward the group as she approached them.
"Come little children, its time to go Home." Her voice called out as she let out another cackle and rose her hands, misty cards appeared above her hands.

Another loud cackle pervaded the room as she snapped her misty fingers in a dull, muffled noise as her cards raced forward to cut into the two standing students. It didn't matter one bit that she had once known two of them, it didn't matter one bit. They needed to go Home...

OOC

Total HP : 60/ 60
Damage done: 13
Targets: Maggie & Chryses

Songstress Kitsune

Artymus

Seussi

 

[medigel]

Opposite the witch creature, another monster manifested from the mist, his blue eyes narrowed as he too outstretched his more monstrous hand - though it was to swipe at them with a wordless hiss. If Alex was remembered, then the creature made no note of it other than the baleful glare it gave the three equally.

It was good to no longer be incomplete and back in this form as he was meant to be.

OOC

Total HP : 60/60
Damage done: 10
Targets: y halo dar furst yeerz

Songstress Kitsune

Artymus

 

[Noir Songbird]

Chryses had begun to move forward, but as soon as the giggling started, he froze in place. "s**t," the demon boil swore. Nothing good could come of creepy giggling. Especially not here.

And then, there they were. Two strange fog-monsters that might have once upon a time been students. The cards were enough to make him stagger, and though he struck back at the hand, it was weak, pathetic, nothing compared to the might of these creatures.

"Maggie!" He gasped, "take Alex, go!" He would not be near enough to hold them off. It was a stupid, borderline heroic thought. He would hate himself for even suggesting it later.

HP: 7/30
Damage: 4
Target: Insanity Mort

Seussi

Ol-j-man

 

[Seussi]

Being held up by two first years. It might have been embarrassing, if he could be bothered to care anymore.

"What happened?" He almost scoffed a laugh, feeling the beginnings of hysteria as it bubbled up inside of him. "What happened?" And now he did laugh, his legs almost giving out beneath him.

"Insanity. Insanity is what happened." The helpless laughter came to an abrupt halt, and he reached up to run a hand over his face. "All dead, everyone. Or at least, consumed by the mists. I can't believe you two are still alive. Haven't you seen them ye--" His voice cut off mid sentence. A sound, like laughter as the fog swirled and reformed in the image of the witch he once called his friend.

"Belladonna.." He whispered, somehow finding it in him to straighten up. "Move. You both have to move now." He didn't need protecting, not from a couple of first years who shouldn't have been here to begin with. This was not a fight that they had any hope of winning. But it was too late. A flash of grey cards and both of the other students were struck, and then a sound from behind alerted him of another presence.

Mort. Dear jack they didn't stand a chance in hell, did they? Both Maggie and Chryses were attacked again, and the demon boil was telling Maggie to get Alex out of here. The zomboil, who should have been defending them, not allowing this to happen. "NO!" He yelled, somehow still finding a sense of strength to pull on from deep inside. There was no chance of getting away. They were surrounded. The best he could do was fight.

Mist Mort might have been familiar with this move, and real Belladonna certainly was. As Alex concentrated on his Fear, a cloud of green rippled up his body, from his toes, up his legs and torso, then across his arms and into his hands. He tried to aim a hand at each insanity consumed student as he let the rancid smelling gas release in a coursing spiral towards it's intended targets, having never done anything quite like this before. The spiral of fog he aimed towards Belladonna missed, however, exploding into a cloud of green some distance away from her.

But for Mort, he got a direct hit, and would find himself enveloped in that disgusting miasma once more.

OOC

HP: 9/50
Targets: Both mobs YA-Successfully hit MORT buhahaha
Fear attacks: Y1 Battle Cry, Y2 Tainted Fang, Y3 Headlights-used.
Damage: N/A yet

((attack ONE next post))