He didn't wait for an answer. Instead, the black dog got started by beginning to claw apart, bite, and whatever else he could to maim the creature. When he was through, the elf that had been previously standing there as now laying in a dissipating heap.
"Hmm?" He glanced at the broken doll before he looked back at the mess on the ground, grinning over his handiwork and feeling considerably better. "Oh yes. A lot better now."
"You're a big boy. I'm sure you can handle the swear words." He replied, watching as Wilson swung his weapons into the 'Julie' copy. He would have even joined him in his attack, but the more time passed, the more he felt the affects of all the s**t that had happened. He was tired and worn out and would have loved to just drop onto the floor and curl up for a nap. Would have loved to, if he didn't think it would get him killed.
"Maybe..." He frowned. "I did encounter something like it during that... last mission." Quite literally his last mission. "Do you think it got out of that place, maybe?"
The doll merely snorted at the black dog's words, resisting the urge to grin. Still though, it was another one of those elves down, and Gene was free of its pull to boot!
Her attention was soon focused on a hunter, further off in the distance, attempting what she guessed was her powered ability. Sucking in a useless breath, she watched, only to see it end badly for the ghoul. Cringing at the result of her attack, Mei gestured to Gene and Tybalt that she would only be a minute, as she moved in on the ghoul. Not really announcing her presence, she placed a hand over her arm, much like she had with Ofie, letting her fear seep through and onto the ghoul. "Sorry its not much." She didn't stick around much longer after healing, leaving her to her work as she made her way back to Gene and Tybalt.
Her saviours came just in time, in the form of Mei and Tybalt. THe black dog decimated the elf, and Gene just ran to Mei and embraced her. Oh Jack, oh dear Jack and Sally.
"Mei...I'm sorry." She whispered, sniffling a tiny bit. Oh, how much of an a** she'd been. "I'm sorry if I treated you awfully. I...that crown was still in me. It left, though." She pulled back a sleeve so the doll could see. No more black spots.
She turned to Tybalt and hugged him as well, whispering a thanks into his ears, and giving them a little scratch. It was compulsive when she was around dogs.
Taking a step back from both of them, she took out a candycane and bit down on it, feeling her Fear come back to her as she chewed. Much better.
Mei was surprised by the sudden embrace, especially after everything that had happened as of this day. Easing up almost immediately, she smiled down at ghoul, returning her hug as she stroked her hair lightly. "Its fine, Gene. I'm not angry with you at all." Concerned, was more the case. The mention of the crown had her stiffen a little as the doppelganger revealed her now, untainted arm. Well, that explained the sudden change in her attitude. "Gene, it wasn't your fault. Its okay." Though, she had to question.. how many others were effected by this as well? Xiu was definitely acting a little strange, but she had no way of telling if the crown was the cause.
Distance: 11
Mei's HP: 44/50 FEAR used: 2/3 Battle Effect: none Runic Items OR Artifacts used: none Distortion used: none Damage done: not attacking
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Gene stifled a sniffle as Mei stroked her hair, nodding as she comforted her. It wasn't her fault, Mei wasn't angry. It was odd, how much she cared that Mei enjoyed her company. Maybe she really did view her as an older sister? Maybe it was just trauma?
There was some sick, and twisted mind at work when it came to this grey foggy stuff. It always seemed to ******** with people in the worst ways possible. He hadn't known Julie very well, but he was real sick of seeing that poor girl's form used over and over as a plaything for whatever the ******** this was. She didn't deserve that. None of them did.
As Robert got up, he patted Melvin on the back. "I appreciate the help." He muttered, standing shakily to his feet.
((not attacking yet obvs))
Your Character's HP: 30/60 Distance to Julie: 25 feet Fear/Charges used: 0/3 || 0/2 Bonus Battle Effect:Life hunter 1 free heal: used Runic Items OR Artifacts used: runic bandages: unused Distortion used: -- Damage done: --
"Whoa-" Ariane took a step back, simply staring as the girl got ready to perform what she assumed was her weapon's charged attack. Whatever it she was trying to do, it obviously backfired, leaving the trainee injured and down. Grimacing, she knelt down beside the trainee, resting Kintama on her shoulders in order to free her hands.
"First time trying to release a charge?" She asked, grabbing hold of her arm, attempting to provide enough support to get the trainee standing. It wasn't safe to be on the ground right now... A horseman - or even a student - could come around to finish her off if they weren't careful. Although the fog figure was the more obvious target, this was still a battlefield, "Gather your balls and stand."
When one of the Halloween students approached, Ariane tensed up, looking ready to attack should she prove to be a danger. Though all the student did was to repair the trainee's Fear shield, she still couldn't bring herself to relax; she would rather be dead than to say 'thank you' out loud right now, even if a small part of her appreciated the assistance.
Just by being here, this student had a part to play in the massacre of the hunters stationed at this base.
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The ghost had been trying to find students one moment, the next thing he knew, he was being sucked down into another Portal. Yet another place that was further from their home- this one with some new fog thing. Things trying to pull him down into nothingness… Frost let out a howl of rage as he watched, near helpless while students dragged and pushed, himself included. Red eyes filled with a rage, both at horsemen and hunters… yet also at himself. He wanted to do nothing more than keep them safe, now how was he supposed to even do that?
Marcus had gone to battle, and he’d done what he could. One man didn’t change anything, one man couldn’t hope to. He could only keep himself alive, only keep himself safe in the end. He defended yet he questioned it, questioned himself. Each attack he blocked he wondered if he was doing good enough, working hard enough, if he was in the right place. Dis lingered, quiet, the vampire more than willing to let Marcus struggle to find himself.
As they were flung past into another place, the moon hunter shivered from the cold, blood in his veins, heat of battle keeping him warm thus far. Snow, he wished he’d come with waterproof gloves. But he didn’t have the luxury. He had just worker’s gloves, stained with only his own blood, frayed from gripping the scimitar too tightly. Getting hit by this or that. Blue eyes went around as the world altered and a form appeared.
A rock dropped into his gut as it shaped into her.
The one he never had the chance to say he was sorry to. The one who had been kind to him and he’d treated with flippant dismissal. Who’d only smiled and asked such random things of him. A bit humiliating sure, but she hadn’t been cruel. He’d never seen cruelty from her, just a smile and the call of name that was never his own.
A name he’d taken on the hunter feed, unable to change it for whatever reason.
The first hunter he’d known to see die a death they didn’t deserve.
A hunter who ended up used. Unable to be allowed even the dignity of death. A vassal, a tool for their enemies. A hunter who had just smiled and called him John Windwalker. Asking for missions and giving only answers with a smiling emoticon.
He was sorry.
Sorry for a thousand little things in his life.
Julie was the first one however that he never had a chance to tell just how sorry.
Grief, regret, remorse, every emotion welled in him, yet there was one in Marcus’s mind who felt not such attachments, who had only his own wants, his lusts, his needs. Desidero gave a low thrum of a reminder. They would die here, Marcus was not to let his emotions rule him, not unless he wanted to open himself to the vampire’s influence, the weapon lurking in the depths of his mind.
Blade held up, Marcus took a deep breath. He’d press on. Press on, not look back, fight. Live. One day perhaps he’d find a way to rid himself of his regrets, but it was not this day.
Solia coughed as she got up from her position on the ground, rolling to her stomach before looking around her, the bow in her hand flaring with blue light as Israfel tried to keep his marshmallow bundled hunter from harm. The chill didn’t touch more than her face, but it was enough to wake her fully as see saw the insanity creature unfold.
She looked familiar, like the one from the house. Human almost. Almost. She wasn’t. Solia was just seeing something else she told herself. A fake, a figment. Not human. It’s smile anything but. A vortex, little hands pulling her close she scowled. “Non, no, go shoo shoo.” She waved them back with her bow, trying to get up, heeled shoes got for once, grateful she’d opted for the warm winter boots. Still, Solia was determined to stand her ground. She- She needed to do this right?
Lan snarled as yet another portal took her from the hunters… to cold, to wetness, to… oh no wait, the lovely hunters were present as well. How lovely. She could still kill them. Medea lived, lan would not doubt the priestess, she was a strange one, old she guessed, and an old horse often had a few good kicks in it when you least expected them too. Gold eyes ran over the sights before her. A creature of insanity, Lan didn’t know the figure, did not care. She only wanted to to her task. Kill the hunters, remind them just why hunters were things to be feared. Rip them apart, tear them to shreds, render them as weak and as helpless as they should be. They were glorified humans. Cattle who thought they were above their station.
Cattle with horns were still cattle in the end. You just needed to make them realize it. It was futile to try and fight the end. To stave off the inevitable. Lan was one of the ones who would see it she told herself, she’d see the end of days come, if by her own hand or not, she would be there. She’d have her revenge, she’d have her power. Yet that issue, the hunters would need to wait. Tiny hands tugged on her clothes, pulling her to the abyss, the unknown. “Filth.” She said, voice laced with a seething hate and the little elves of insanity pulled her to the vortex. “You are unworthy to touch me. Begone.”
When they did no such thing- gold bow took aim. She so hated pests.
Marcus scowled as the elf, no, the thing, dragged him closer to the portal. Vortex. Thing. Whatever it was, it spelled disaster for them, all of them. Too bad that they couldn’t throw dead horsemen or students into it and have it plug up. Alas, FEAR didn’t quite seem to work that way. But then things would never work in anyone’s favor. Dis was telling him to stop focusing on that and focus more at the task at hand, namely, the whole fact of the thing currently pulling him to what likely could be his doom.
Scimitar brought up, it came down, the moon hunter wanting it to end. Wanting- wanting a lot of things. None of which felt just right.
MARCUS IS ATTACKING HIS ELF HP: 60 Fear/ Charges used: 0/3 Bonus Battle Effect: +3 defense buff Runic Items OR Artifacts used: Daggers unused Damage to Elf: 7/25 Distance: 32
Pulled closer and closer, Marcus’s eyes filled with concern. The vortex was a problem. Unless it closed, even if they got rid of these things, the threat was not likely to vanish at any point. It needed to be removed. More than that, he needed to find Gale, Cass, someone, anyone, he needed to do his job as- His job. Bitterness at his failures welled up in his mouth.
Bitterness and regret. He was better than that ********. Then that mistake. He’d been trying to fix things. Fix himself. Yet nothing worked. Nothing he did changed his place. He was constantly trying and constantly failing. He wanted to give up but then- No.
No no no. Marcus refused to give up. To give into that weakness. He’d made himself a promise. To live. To survive. He had his goals. Just as- Dis stirred in the back of his, begging the question of what Marcus wanted. In the end, he still didn’t know. Not completely. At the tip of his tongue, the answer a taste that lingered.
He’d nearly forgotten what it tasted like, the tang of blood, coppery in his mouth as he bit his lip, dragged closer. Dis smiling wordlessly in his mind.
MARCUS IS ATTACKING HIS ELF HP: 60 Fear/ Charges used: 0/3 Bonus Battle Effect: +3 defense buff Runic Items OR Artifacts used: Daggers unused Damage to Elf: 20/25 Distance: 27
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