He had not been to the Haunted House since that day he had been trying to forget.
Mengyao stood silently on the precipice of a room, a large, spacious room at least the width of the Amityville gymnasium, with a high, vaulted ceiling; cris-crossing wooden beams stretched from one side to the other. The floor was a glossy polished wood, cherry, perhaps, with arced windows covered by thick purple curtains and tied with golden-braided ropes. The furniture - which consisted of several plushy armchairs, a few sofas, what looked like an old piano, one or two wooden and glass tables, and a large mirror on one wall - was all coated in a thick layer of dust, as was everything else. The curtains and the fabrics of the chairs and sofas were faded, and may or may not have once been red or blue or purple, or maybe black. It was difficult to tell. Cobwebs stretched long and spindly in the corners, draping like white hands over the backs of the furniture.
Mengyao wrinkled his nose. Such a distasteful place was hardly an ideal one, especially considering what had happened the last time he had been in this awful place, but he had not meant to come by the House today. In fact, he had done everything in his power to avoid it.
But the House had a way of finding him. He had turned a corner and here it was, his feet echoing in the dank, dark halls with its cracked and splintered floorboards, and he had walked until he had found a room that was at least semi-decent so that he could gather his thoughts.
There was, demonstrably, nothing decent within the Haunted House, so his choices were severely limited. The room he now stood in the doorway was the lesser of about six evils (the House had a way of changing on those that entered it; none of the rooms looked similar than the last time he had been here). But it would have to do.
Yet still he hesitated, stuck in the doorway of the room as though he were uncertain of entering it. After a moment, however, Mengyao pressed his lips together, irritation flaring. He was not some untrained filly. He was a Noble of Conquest.
He stepped into the room, the black-thorned bracelet itching at his wrist.
[ There is no posting order as of yet! Feel free to have your character arriving / stumbling upon Mengyao and the room. Once everyone has posted, I'll post again, and we'll get the battle officially started. C: ]
LOLTERNATIVE
Vanya
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Arachne
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Muka
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Felix
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Jay
Keiifuu
Senga
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Mmur
Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 11:28 am
Ulmuka had merely been flying. Well not only flying but he'd dove down to scoop up some small clueless bit of prey in his talons only to find when he'd risen back to the air with his prize that he wasn't in the forest anymore. It was foggy, almost a tunnel and then.... a burst of muted candlelight brought the strix into the vast and comfortable looking room.
He didn't initially notice the horseman. His head was turned almost all the way around to take in the room itself and with no effort the strix hit the floor. His massive feathered bulk shifted from beast form into the rotund, well dressed boil that he was known to be.
Another shift of his head brought Muka's golden eyes to the well dressed horsemen who was alright here. With a hoo of surprise, the strix ruffled and tossed his bit of prey down his gullet with a noisy swallow. Whole.
"Helloooo..!" He waggled his fingers towards Mengyao. The other didn't look like a hunter, so he couldn't be all that bad.. could he?
Arachne was sure she was heading from the Demon dorm building to the Monster one as she had finally dredged up the courage to go and visit Sepheran.
What she had not expected was fog suddenly rolling in, causing her to feel lost, alone and full of dread. She felt like she was surrounded, but when she turned around to look, she couldn't really see anything that would cause her to feel that way.
A few more steps and the large, broken down house loomed before her. She stopped, looked up at and shook her head, but it was the only landmark in the fog and for lack of anywhere else to go she headed inside, coughing as she kicked up dust that lay about in thick carpets. Tendrils of old cobweb caught at her, and she had to stop now and then to tug it from her hair which she'd let grow long whilst she had been away.
She tried a few doors, rattling at loose doorknobs in cracked doors, before one gave under her hand. She pushed the door open tentatively, blinking in the light that met her eyes after the darkened halls.
'Hello?' she said, going in properly, on edge and looking slightly nervously at the two already inside.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 2:47 pm
A long hall stretched in front of the horseman, much fancier than the sorts of spaces he was used to. Mmur had never bothered to venture inside the haunted house unless he had been led there, but he had heard it changed, not only its layout but its contents as well, sometimes reflecting the thoughts and desires of its occupants.
If that was actually the case, there was surely someone else around because these definitely were not his thoughts.
With that in mind he continued on, searching for the other creatures visiting here today, if there were any. Something in the air made his skin crawl slightly, but he barely noticed. There was very little that could bring him down right now, not when his sister and Hadan were alive again.
He very nearly skipped into the large dusty room, stopping mid-hop when he saw the small group that had already gathered there. A Noble horseman he'd seen once or twice, a pale ghoul, and...
"Ulmuka! Hello!" he said, flapping his hand in a brief wave. "What are you doing here?"
haro it's loincloth horman tiem
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 4:02 pm
Jay was not fond of the Haunted House. True, it was a place where she could potentially battle with hunters, but the odds of even finding one appeared so slim to the warrior, she chose not to waste her time hoping for a battle that would likely never come to pass. The house was plagued with memories better left untouched anyways. The decisions she had made as a result still made her chest ache, but still the horsewoman trudged on because that was what a warrior should do. A warrior should not let emotions and bonds weigh them down when the time to fight arrived.
The corridors were narrower than she would have preferred, forcing her to keep her wings tucked in as she aimlessly wandered the house. The building had a way of drawing her in like an insect when she least expected it. One moment she would be walking within the reserve, and the next she would find herself deep within the empty halls and shadows of the Haunted House. It was a tiresome thing, to be pulled into the house against her will.
Her steps were neither loud nor silent as she trekked through unfamiliar territory. She would never be able to create a map of the place, it seemed. The echoes of voices drew her attention. Jay lifted her head and headed toward the source until she stood at the edge of the room. She leaned against the door frame as she grinned at Mengyao and Mmur. “Well, well, what do we have here~?” she wondered in a sing-song voice.
Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 6:19 pm
Senga hated the Haunted House.
It wasn't for any particular reason. He just didn't like it - which begged the question of what he was doing here in the first place. The silent executioner moved through the halls like a white ghost, his skulls rattling, the sound bouncing blankly off of the decrepit halls. It might have simply been that he had been bored and restless enough to come here. Something in him was itching for a fight, and not with his fellow kin. If he'd been given the chance, he might have punched Jay, but even as irritated as he was, he wasn't quite sure he could forgive himself for that.
The corridors he stalked through began to narrow, the sound of distant scuffling and doors slamming open and closed making his head tilt. There was a mild sense of curiosity, but his childish interest towards the world had nearly been smothered into nonexistence after moving to Halloween Town. He was no longer constantly questioning things. His interest lingered on only a few things, passing quickly from one thing to the next. Battling and getting stronger became a priority now. His own once-interest in the outside world was little more than ash.
Listening to the echo of voices, Senga followed it to his fellow horsemen, recognizing Jay first, and then Mengyao and Mmur. His expression twisted into something close to a glare, softening at the last moment into a grimace instead. His nose wrinkled, and he frowned at them all, the students barely acknowledged.
"What are you all doing here?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 9:33 pm
Vanya had yet to visit the Haunted House. Not because she didn't want to, it was simply because she had no desire to and, to be honest, the place wasn't on her list of favourite places to be. But when she saw a trickle of students entering one by one, she wondered if perhaps this was the place to be. Or if there was a party of sorts going on. She dropped gracefully from a large tree and made her way to the large doors, weaving through corridors and following the voices of the students that awaited inside. She had to admit, there wasn't as much as noise she thought there would be for a party. She may be early which was an issue in itself. Never be the first to arrive; always be fashionably late.
Her feathers ruffled and Vanya stepped into the large room, stopping just inside the doorway to gaze at the occupants. Well, this wasn't exactly jumping now was it? She cleared her throat. "Have I interrupted something?"
I totally had a dream about this battle last night. it was awesome. Also sorry i'm late. this was posted at like. 3am my time right before i went to bed lmao. orz
Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 9:59 pm
Felix really had just ended up being in the right place and right time, or...perhaps the wrong place and time? Either way, the child-sized boil found himself well and lost inside the Haunted House. To him the place looked awesome and cool, at first that is. There was pretty grey dust everywhere that reminded him of SNOW. Plush chairs, CLEARLY that meant comfy times right? Clearly all this needed was a little white dragon right? Who didnt want one of those?!?!?!?
Right now though He was currently distracted over a group of people he saw gathering around the room.
Which, In typical hyperactive-tiny-luck-dragon fashion, meant he needed to go pester the s**t out of them.
Horsemen or not, they would currently feel the tiny paws or hear the hummingbird like wings fluttering near, or brushing them, as he went around saying hello. "HI HI HI HEY HI NEVER MET YOU, NICE TO SEE YOU, HELLO HI HEY HI "
The unstableness of the Haunted House not withstanding, the last thing Mengyao had expected to find were more Halloween students. He knew the place often crawled with those vile humans that scoured like maggots for creatures to prey on, but students were slightly less common.
With the exception of today, apparently. He would have scowled, but such wasn't quite in his nature, and instead Mengyao merely gave the owl creature a slightly pointed look, lifting his chin.
"Are you speaking to me?" he said. "Pray tell why."
But there was another voice - this one a female student - and then a male's, which turned out to be thankfully not another student, but a Horseman (though Mengyao couldn't remember the Famine's name for the life of him), and several others. It was only after the last had arrived (he hoped) that Mengyao decided perhaps taking a walk on his own this afternoon had not been such a great idea after all. If he had just stayed at home he could have avoided everything.
Apparently not.
"What," he said, in a very flat tone. Voices, whispers fizzled at the edges of his thoughts, slipping through his mind. "in the goddess's name is going on here."
A slow, mocking smirk touched his lips. "It seems we have accumulated a little bit of a...group here." The word "group" sounded as though it were on par with words like dirt and non-Conquest. "How...intriguing."
Annoying was another word for it. So much for solitude.
"Well," said Mengyao, flicking his fan against his face as his eyes slid from one figure to the next. There were several students here, but also, surprisingly, a few horsemen, though none that he particularly knew or even really wanted to know.
"Since we're all stuck here..."
He shrugged lazily, stuck out a hand, and lifted the bow that materialized between his fingers, drawing an arrow back.
"I could use some target practice."
[ This is pvp style, so pick a target and fire! You can attack as many times as you like, and there is no posting order, but please wait until the person you're attacking responds before you attack them again! I only ask that you try not to rush through anything, and kill people quickly.
Also only one person up to two people attacking one person at a time, but no more (just so there's no waiting / awkwardness, I changed it to two people can attack one person at a time)! ]
Senga's lips curled back at the sound of Mengyao's voice. As usual, the Conquest Noble was as insufferable as ever. "If you are going to do nothing but insinuate insults all day long, noble, I've better things to do." He said mildly, ignoring Jay entirely. His wings folded sharply, a cold gust of air sweeping dust across the floor.
His attention lingered only long enough for Mengyao to draw out his bow and fire at a target, insisting that they get together for a target session. For someone who didn't like dirtying his clothing, the Conquest Noble sure seemed to enjoy picking fights. Senga's eyes glanced the others in the room. Most of them were students, but a fair few were horsemen as well.
"Fine." He returned grudgingly. War horsemen never gave up the chance to fight, it seemed.
And as much as he wanted to punch Jay in the face, he decided he might as well make it a cleaner fight by keeping the sides easy to distinguish instead of turning on his own. His dagger materialized into the flat of his palm, a familiar weight that gave him just a touch of bloodlust. It flashed in his hand, and then he lunged. Because there was no way he was going to fight from afar like the petty nobles of Conquest.
Vanya raised a brow as the horsemen spoke. She hadn't met any yet and from what she could tell, she wasn't entirely sure she liked them all that much. Things seemed to take a violent turn, rather quickly, as the one who flapped his gums the most launched an attack. Almost instantly, the harpy reacted and while she was fast, she wasn't fast enough to avoid the dagger that scraped across her arm, a few feathers falling in its wake. She blinked a few times, watched the blood trickle from a wound that could possibly leave a scar. Her eyes shifted to the horseman who had been so brave as to mar her perfect skin. Her lips twitched into a smirk and her eyes fell upon the horseman, narrowing into slits.
"Savages. Let me teach you some civility."
She shifted a leg behind her, distributing her weight upon it before bringing it into the air at the horseman before her, sharp talons reaching out and begging to touch flesh and taste blood; to return the favour.
"Very well then." Senga eyed his prey with mild interest, golden eyes slit. The harpy was intriguing, though he saw her as little more than a pawn. Mengyao might have triumphed as the king of arrogance, but Senga was not without his own frightful amount of condescension. The claws that scraped his skin were regarded with mild respect before Senga bent and jumped high into the air, vaulting over Vanya with outstretched tawny wings. The glancing blow made a cacophony of noise in his head. The tiny voices like bees never left, though they'd been subdued as of late. They only spurred his bloodlust further, making him cave to the idea of a spar.
"Though civilities are something we hold in a different light, and I'm afraid you'll have little success in your venture, girl." Senga tilted his head at the harpy. The words were mild, even uninterested. Oh well. The idea of more blood was enough to drive him forward a second time.
Like before, the harpy wasn't fast enough to avoid her attacker's blows and she recoiled, jumping back from him. She was underestimating him and her confidence of feeling 'safe' in the Academy had left her sloppy. You're never safe unless you're home. She reminded herself of this and made a mental note to take it more seriously in the future; as well as practicing her fighting. A hand went to the cut on her arm and she touched it gently, eyes never leaving the horseman before her. The blood had dried quickly and it seemed it would heal nicely. Whether or not it would leave a scar she didn't know yet. Perhaps she'd simply pay the horseman a visit if it did.
"We'll see who's successful, dear," the words almost purred out of her lips and her feathers ruffled. Was this was guards and huntresses felt back home? She shuddered in excitement, almost hating herself for choosing to be a dancer rather than a more violent role. The thrill of the hunt was exhilarating and she wanted more. Like a rabid beast, the harpy launched herself at him once more, claws outstretched and aiming directly for his face and the beautiful golden eyes he continued to look down on her with. She was enjoying herself now; no longer afraid of being hurt or scarred. All that mattered was the hunt and her prey. "Of course, when I'm done with you, you might not be able to see much."
(( I'm rusty at this so please tell me if I make an oops XD ))
Arachne had no jacking idea what was going on, she didn't mean to, less want to be in this dilapidated house, especially as she was now surrounded by students, and others? She was beyond confused, and what was about to frame words to try and find out what was going on, when the boil who was dressed almost like her late Grandmother used to leisurely turned in her direction and fired an attack at her!
She stumbled back, clapping a hand to where the arrows head had sliced into her skin, and responded instinctively, though probably less than accurately. Arachne was too unfocused at this first attack to do anything other than throw the first thing she had to hand at him, unfortunately that was only a pack of tarot cards, the little rectangles fluttering from her hand.
HP: 29/30 Target: Mengyao Damage: 0 Fear: Y1 The Mind
(( I think I calculated that she did no dmg - I hope I can use that, Arachne's fear uses illusions >.> Again, please correct me if I muck up XD ))
Muka perked to see someone he recognized. Mmur and he had met not so very long ago and while their acquaintance had been brief, the strix would always be friendly and polite; manners!
"Hellooo Mmur!" The strix trilled, approaching, "I'm not so sure how I got here except I was out hunting myself a teensy morsel and then.." He giggled. "Here I am!"
More people appeared and he was sure that he didn't know a single one of them. At least a few were friendly. A boil was fluttering among them and Muka could not help but be caught up in his eagerness, "Hello hello!" The owl-boil reverberated with avian noises.
"Nice to meet you I'm-" he was mid-introduction when the attacking began. His crescent smile seemed to flip quickly into dismay. Attacking an unarmed ghoul? That would not do.
"I'm Ulmuka." His grin flashed for one moment to Felix. "Excuse me a moment. I can't tolerate ahh.. hrmm.." more bird noises thrummed in his throat, "rudeness to ghouls."
With the sound of ruffling feathers, shifting bone and stretching sinew, Muka took his natural form. He shuffled beside Arachne, his hooting voice seemed to reverberate out of his whole body. "Step back, miss. No need to soil your hands!" With a screech Muka dove at Meng Yao from the air.
