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 Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 2:19 pm
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Pent up energy still bounding around inside the ghoul, Gene decided it was time for a visit to the Haunted House. Sparring with students was fun enough, sure, and it benefited both parties. It wasn't enough to settle the moths flying around in her, though - only beating on the creeple than continued to plague her friends in nightmares and reality would really settle her for a while.
Gene always blamed the Hunters for everything that happened, including the Legacies ordeal. If they hadn't messed with things, tried to tap into power sources that they knew next to nothing about, or if they just let Humanity be farmed for Fear, they'd all be better in the long run.
Lost in thought, she bumped into a familiar face.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 2:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 3:24 pm
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It had been a while since he'd last been in the Haunted House; but now Sparrow paced with a slightly less cautious sort of curiosity, peering into rooms, his scythe already drawn and at his side. Every once in a while, he'd swing the weapon around, certain he'd heard something, but it was never anyone else, only his own footsteps on the creaking wooden boards.
It was only when he turned a corner and saw two other people there that he finally learned he was not alone in the House.
Squinting in the shadowy darkness of the hallway, Sparrow made his way slowly towards them, the scythe gripped tightly until he realized they were not humans, not hunters. Both were familiar to him, one more so than the other, and he relaxed his guard a little, brushing his hair from his face.
"Good evening," he said, with a friendly smile. "Seems we're just having a party here, isn't it? It's Shun, isn't it? And I think..." Sparrow hesitated a moment, looking at the ghoul. "G..ene? I don't believe we've officially met quite yet, my name is Sparrow."
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 4:12 pm
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He was here again.
It was as though the house didn't want to let him go. Or maybe, it was him that couldn't. It had only been a day since he had last been in the house, the blood stains barely cleaned from his hands, and he was back again.
He was hungry again.
But what were the odds that he would get to do what he had done before? Hunters had shields. They had their pendants for easy escape. The last one had been merely a fluke, a freak chance happening where he had found himself just in the right place at the right time.
It didn't stop him from coming back. He didn't think that it meant he should just turn away.
And so he found himself wandering those halls again, his skeletal foot scraping against wooden floorboards once more. He was silent, listening, chancing a look through some doors and retreating when there was nothing to be found.
He heard voices, and he stiffened, sniffing at the air.
It didn't smell human. He approached the voices, rounding a corner...
".....Gene." He knew her, not well but enough to recognize. Then there were the other two.
"Sparrow." He had met him, once, briefly. He gave the boil a nod and then. ".....Shun, is it?" He'd seen the boil around school, but didn't think they'd actually ever officially met.
"......You all having some kind of meeting?" His voice came out rough, almost tired sounding despite the fact that he didn't require sleep.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 5:23 pm
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"Oof, sorry... Shun." She muttered, nodding at the boil. She'd have apologized more profusely, but she saw the boil had already relaxed - as much as the guy could, anyway. The daggers, and Sparrows scythe of hi there Sparrow, were good ideas to have out. She quickly shifted her own hands into pointed claws, then gave Sparrow and Alex both a wave.
"Hey, guys." She chirped, smiling a little warily. The last time any large student gathering had happened in the Haunted House...
Well, she'd rather not think about it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 5:34 pm
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Shortly after he had been bumped into, Shun turned as two other somewhat familiar faces showed up. For him, it was a little odd to see this many others in the haunted house at once. Usually, it was just him and a hunter. He wasn't going to complain, though it did make him wonder just what the haunted house was planning. The last time he had been here with a group of others, the place had been taken over by insanity.
Before that... the incident with Mitsu.
"Sparrow. Alex," he murmured, nodding to the two other boys in turn. Everyone seemed a little on edge, and rightfully so.
"No. No meeting here. It seems the house wished to put us together, though. For whatever reason," he said lowly, "I don't suppose any of you have spotted any enemies in this...excursion, have you?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 6:18 am
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Finding herself in the haunted house once again, Pokerus frowned and looked around the area, listening intently for any other signs of life, or more importantly the signs of hunters patrolling the place. It was always a gamble when it came to them, sometimes she would meet someone that was quite nice and reasonable, other times she met hunters who loved to shove spears through her gut.
Part of her wondered if she would meet the one she had seen in the mirror. The thought made her shudder, as she wasn't sure she wanted to meet him. Chances were he'd just kill her on sight.
But she met no hunters, at least not yet. What she did find was a group of students Instead. Shun she knew well, and Sparrow she remembered from the reaper booth, the zomboil and ghoul however she was not familiar with.
"Fancy meeting you guys here." she approached the group, smiling and offering a wave to them all before freezing on the spot, a flash of something catching her attention.
Claws held up, the dragoness forgot about introductions as she glanced around for any signs of danger.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 8:55 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 12:21 pm
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Alexander opened his mouth to say something, and closed it when a new member of their little group arrived. More and more students coming together, and for what purpose? What did the house want with them this time?
"Not this time." He answered, his gaze hallow as he looked around, tilting his head back to sniff at the air. He couldn't even smell the blood that he had left behind, and it was likely that the house had whisked it all away, had hidden it and....
The sound had him jerking his head in another direction, hands lifting slightly as if to grab whatever it might be, to defend himself from some kind of attack...
Voices. Muffled. The fog was hiding things, and Alexander was more then willing to find out what it was.
"Around back." He hissed, his voice lowering as his eyes narrowed, and he moved, not quite to follow Shun but to also investigate, moving slowly through the fog, and not worrying too much about whether the others came along or not.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 6:07 pm
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There was a long notable trail of blood starting from where the grass trailed out of the Haunted House. It's path continued further, deeper into the back of the house, the grass turning from a pale, grey-green to a singed permanent black. The red mark remained.
At the very end of the trail was a white coat. Just the coat, and the remains of body pieces, red and festering, giant clots of flesh, bone, and insides, scattered all directions. It had literally exploded.
Before Shun could react, there were voices - shouting - more shapes-
- And then one of them had tied Shun down with thick glowing red cords, disabling him almost immediately. There were three of them, three humans, who looked and smelled human, and they were all wielding glowing weapons. Hunters. They grey of the fog rising made it hard to pinpoint their exact faces and forms but they smelled and felt decidedly human.
A second rope snagged Sparrow, and then there were just a handful of students against three Hunters.
"Surrender," said one of them. "Give up, don't speak of this again, and we'll let everyone go. We don't' have any business with your kind."
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 7:08 pm
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Shun heard the others speaking. He merely nodded to what they said while keeping his eye forward. The trail of blood was peculiar, though he supposed that made sense, considering there was the sound of what might have been a struggle earlier. What was probably stranger was the way the grass around it began to shift in colors.
There was also the white coat, which was all too familiar. A hunter had died here, though it was difficult to tell if the body became that mess of flesh before or after the death. He wasn't too concerned with the fact that there was a dead hunter here, but he was a bit curious as to who or what killed it. Hunters weren't exactly easy to kill most of the time.
He moved forward to investigate further, but what came next was all a sudden blur. He heard shouting and then he found his arms and legs immobile as he was swiftly bound by thick red chords. Falling over after being tied up, he began to struggle to try and get himself free. Three hunters soon came into view. And out of his peripherals he could see one of the others going down. He couldn't quite see who it was, however. The chords were something new. Last he recalled, hunters just used nets. Maybe.. just maybe he could find a way to break free though.
He glared up at one of the three humans, feeling a quiet sort of anger beginning to build up. For now, he didn't say anything and just worked on trying to get himself loose. He didn't know why these hunters... potentially killed one of their own. That didn't matter.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 7:41 pm
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Sparrow followed along beside the rest of their little unintentional group, the scythe held tightly in his hand. The trail of blood just outside of the Haunted House gave him pause, however, and he stared at it with mingled suspicion and bemusement, leaning his scythe to drag the tip of the blade through the scarlet liquid.
"What the Jack..." he murmured.
But he continued on with the rest of them, following the trail until -
"Oh, dear."
A white coat - a Hunter coat, he knew what those were, blood spattered everywhere, black and red mixed together in some terrible mess of what had once been a human but was no more. Sparrow had just taken a step closer, his heart in his throat, when he heard a strangled shout and then his scythe had dissipated, surging back into the shadows, and a rope was around him, tight and constricting. He gave a little gasp and stumbled, collapsing down to his knees as the humans - three of them - came into view. Beside him, Shun was also bound, but the others remained free.
For now, Sparrow thought.
"Let us go," he said.
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