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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 5:27 pm
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He was still healing. His wounds from his last two encounters with the war horsemen were healed enough to clear him for missions back to the haunted house, even if both the moons in the infirmary and he both though that it would have been better to give Marcus a few more days. Let his skin heal properly. No strain that might rip the soft new flesh. Not possibly tear what had just begun to fix itself.
But no, unless you were bleeding, you were mission bound. And Marcus's mission was to find the one who'd beaten his a** and kill them. A stupid mission given his sorry state.
The trees were as he remembered them on the edges of halloween from just the days before. Dry, old, gnarly, they cast too many shadows and bordered the edge of the human world and halloween. Inbetween. Dis glowed blue in his hand, the sword ready to strike whatever came out. Yet it was calm, if quiet. No animals ever really lived this close to the edge. Halloween minipets never strayed to far from the FEAR.
Watching the forest as a whole for a solid twenty minute Marcus was about ready to call it quits. Then- a crack of branches.
Sword raised, Marcus to his credit, put on a brave front. "Show yourself."
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 7:04 pm
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For a moment Marcus was greeted by more silence, and then a little giggle came out of the mist.
Cymbeline had heard something interesting, something very interesting from a little bird of hers. A little bird-like lion with golden eyes perhaps, and claws and a wicked bite. She wanted a bite too. Her siblings didn't need to know~
And here it was, one of those little white insects.
When had they started getting involved? Too long ago, she thought, so long ago it had become a part of her. She wanted to seek them out and crush them beneath her heels, hear their bones crush, see the spray of blood mingling with the mist. She could only draw so much in her own blood before she felt the desire to spill something fresh.
The Famine Heir was not inclined to obey the little human creature in front of her, and it was hard to tell if she was even listening to his words as she circled him. She began to hum, a whimsical little tune that unexpectedly dropped into a minor key at odd intervals. How would she maim this little roach?
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 10:05 pm
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Marcus didn't hate kids. But the idea of undead kids or giggling and creepy things in fog enshrouded woods? Yeah, no, he knew enough horror to know that the ethnic guys always died. So did his hot wife girlfriend, (thankfuly Cass was both his wife, and, not there).
The giggling made Marcus think he was being taunted by some damn halloween kid. And that ticked him off.
But then it changed, a tune that altered here and there and Dis glowed brighter, unsure where and what to protect most. The vampire blade chose the vitals, so long as those were safe, Marcus would be alright.
In theory.
"Come out. I only want to talk." A thick lie, he knew it, and it was hard to even think he might deceive whoever, whatever was nearby. But hey, he did try at least.
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 5:43 pm
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"Yes, I'm sure the tongue of your blade would sing quite a pretty song~" Cymbeline chirped, her voice sweet and melodious. Yet when she spoke again it was flat and dangerous. "I see you, little roach."
Then there was a chuckle.
"It speaks of blood and mist, yes~ That sword of yours." The singsong was back, if there was one thing that made the Famine Protector happy it was the thought of blood and mist. She continued to circle, the occasional stick snapping under her feet. It might have made her tangible, more than a shadow of a shadow in the misty forest, a shadow with weight and form, but it did quite sound like breaking little bones...
She could hear the whispering in her mind, those little voices which had become a part of her over the long, long years. Her every thought was fractured as though seen through the eyes of a grasshopper, each murmur comfortably vying for attention until she could dissolve into a billion pieces and collapse into nothing but mites on a raven's wing... But when they echoed in unison, all those faint screams and cries and howls, her mind was crisp and clear. Oh how she wanted to see this little insect's blood flow!
The sound that came from her then was gleeful, not quite a laugh and not quite a cry. "Are you going to show your stinger now, little roach?!" She questioned, her voice raised with malicious eagerness.
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Grey Dragon rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 7
Total: 10 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 7:53 am
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There was a loud crashing and snapping of branches, and then a pair of skull ornamented struck the ground at to the hunter's feet hard enough to send up a spray of stinging debris.
Cymbeline giggled. She had not played with a hunter in so long... The Insanity swirled around her mind in an exhilarating rush, pushing all caution into the farthest, deepest corners of her being. Had it been ages since she last swung her scales? Her muscles remembered the motions like they were barely a day's past, the heft of the bolas-like scales in her hand was as natural as the weight of the horn upon her forehead, or the wings upon her back.
"You, with the fluttering lifespan of a moth drawn to the flames~" The Protector giggled again, pulling back on the chains of her scale hand over hand. The bowl-shaped weights left two lines of raw earth in their wake. Another tittering laugh. "Yet every sundown they return!" She spat out venomously in an abrupt change of mood. "They hiss you know! They SCREAM and WAIL like banshees as the flames devour them!"
"What is your goal~?" She crooned, stepping towards the hunter, now beyond care if the mists revealed her presence. "Do you desire to put out the flames? Do you believe the weight of a thousand bodies will smother them? Two thousand?"
Her voice drew into a low whisper. "How many have burned alive at my hand, little insect?"
HP: 120/120
Damage: 4
iStoleYurVamps A wild Cymbeline has appeared!!
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 9:53 am
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Look up. Something that he'd been reminded constantly of since he was a trainee yet always so easily forgotten. Humans by nature had no reason to look up for predators. Hunter however? Hunters had a dozen reasons to look and more.
Debris flying up, blade and arm were brought up to protect his eyes, and when lowered, a sigh he never wished to see came into focus. One had to have been blind or a fool to not know just who and what stood before him. She was one of the four, and the pure FEAR that radiated from her along with Insanity was warped and wrapped around her like a cover. She was famine- she was a horseman, and one of the highest threats.
Her weapon scared the ground in it's wake, and vaguely, he imagined what they might do, could do, to flesh and bone. Marcus didn't desire to find out. She spoke in madness and Desidero reminded him that all were insane one way or another.
This one just didn't hide it like the other.
"Too many." He answered her last question first, scimitar brought up, knowing that this was a dead man's duel if he made even one mistake.
"My goal is what it always has been."
Survive.
HP: 56
Defending for: 6
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Grey Dragon rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 1:22 pm
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The heavy weights lifted off the ground, and with practiced ease they began to spin. Cymbeline grinned widely, and dust fell from her cracked skin. "Do you think you will be any different, little roach?" She asked sweetly as the chains on her scales began to hum through the air.
It only took a slight tilt of the wrist, a lightening of her grip, and the bolas were sailing towards the hunter once again. This playtime was making her excited, he might be able to deflect the attack now, but wouldn't he look just perfect with a little blood? Maybe she could break his legs. Snap them off like little twigs, dried and bleached by the desert sun.
The protector giggled. "Perhaps, perhaps you will," she mused to herself. "Death walks amongst us all~" She singsonged, a distracted look in her eyes. "Some are not so keen to heed his warnings, they would steal your soiled, broken little lives in his place."
HP: 120/120
Damage: 3 (all guarded)
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 1:45 pm
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She was insane, that much was obvious. What wasn't was just what he could expect from her. Her movements were erratic, they were a dance of depravity, a thing Marcus didn't know the tune to. She was by far, a threat he didn't know how to deal with.
"I have to be different." Was his reply, pushed back as the horseman's weapon nearly knocked him into a tree.
"I will be different, if thats what you're asking." He kept telling himself that. He had to, else then what? His hand reached for the emblem, still close, just in case. "Lady, you're more crazy than Caelius." He had no idea what she was going on about. "Why not just let me go, you've obviously got some better things to do right?"
HP: 56
Defending for: 4
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Grey Dragon rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 3
Total: 10 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 2:02 pm
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"Have, yes, you have, don't you?" The crazy grin grew wider. "Humans have much having, every last one of them. Little insects." Cymbeline tittered and once again the scales began to spin. "What makes one wretched little ant believe it has to do anything? That merely the absence of perceived choice is enough to keep it invulnerable? Does it have haves enough to keep it from breaking?"
She stepped closer, completely disregarding the hunter's movements. He was inconsequential. His words... They made her laugh. "There is an endless barrage of time falling all around us, little roach. Is it not like a roaring in your ears?"
The Insanity that was woven inextricably throughout her body was alight in her eyes, but there was also something else there. A hardness, a cunning. Her actions were not accidental, nor was she uttering the useless ramblings of a lunatic. This was merely her entertainment.
The scales spun towards the hunter once more, a little bit faster than the last.
HP: 120/120
Damage: 4 (All guarded)
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 12-sided dice:
1, 10
Total: 11 (2-24)
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 3:20 pm
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Grey Dragon rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 9
Total: 11 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 4:32 pm
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-24)
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 8:06 pm
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Nothing but power. Sheer power, raw fear, and the insanity that plagued hunters and Halloween in equal parts. Halloween however could survive it, hunters were not as lucky. Hunters were frail humans, hunters were creatures prone to death, to decay, to time and all it's mechanics. Hunters were painfully, painfully weak.
Something the horsewoman reminded him as her weapon took his breath from his lung with a solid hit, a small crack echoing in the back of his mind. One rib, cracked. Safe however, Dis had kept him intact. Soreness and bruising was going to be focus on the lower right. He had to block that part out and keep defending. Fighting.
"Power." He answered in a cough, trying to get closer, make her range more difficult. She could fly however- he'd need to ground her like he had with the war horsewoman, otherwise the battle would end very quickly in his disfavor.
HP: 51
DMG: 6
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Grey Dragon rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 5
Total: 16 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 8:28 am
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Cymbeline had no desire to play it safe and take flight. The blood was her goal, and why not her own? Pain was merely a reminder you were still alive.
The Heir licked at her sliced palm, and grinned. "What is power?" She stepped closer, reeling in the chains so the twirling scales formed a tighter circle. Her whole countenance, the confidence of one who was too far gone to lose, made her seem larger than her small, youthful stature. "A mere shadow. A concept to be defined by the observer, subject to the fragility of their own mind and it's darkest, most envious corners. The weakest foal may destroy the life of an ant in one careless step, and the smallest ant still has the strength to bite KINGS~"
She was not so 'gentle' this time, the scales struck more soundly. Cymbeline giggled.
HP: 109/120
Damage: 10
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 12-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-24)
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 10:59 am
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He hated it in a way. Hated that in a twisted, morbid sense she understood. She, out of everything, everyone, understood just what power was. Power was to be coveted, envied, wanted, desired, yet it was perception. Each person viewed power in a different way so really.
Who did have power and what was it?
"To me, Power is control." He opened his mouth to say something, yet he shut it, eyes flicking to the all too threatening tight twirl of her scales.
Her barely saw them extend, come crashing into his sheild, breaking though, the impact cutting along his side ripping coat to ribbons as his arm shot up with a dull throbbing pain.
He didn't look down. So long as he didn't see it, he wouldn't feel the pain. But it was the mark. It was time to retreat. Damaged arm or not, he could still roughly grab the pendant, loudly stating the words.
Yet nothing came.
No blue light.
No portal.
Nothing.
A real fear settled into him.
If the pendant didn't work, if he could not escape.
You will die.
His swing was clumsy, mind focused, elsewhere, on how to escape.
HP: 41
DMG: 10
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