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 Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 8:46 am
As Amrita unfurled, Christof stiffened, his expression turning to horror as he turned to see the ghoul he loved... the body he had helped build melt into fog, her eyes glowing as she pulled away. "Hnnn!" He tried to grab her, pull her back, to stop her but it was no use. Panic now was rolling off the Hunchback. He had no choice but to follow her. To bring her back. He saved her once, he could save her again. He couldn't lose another one, another woman he loved, even if that meant following her into the doppelganger school. She could still be saved, he felt, just let her slide from her current body and he would find her something new, something safe, whatever the hunters had done to her it hadn't.... it couldn't have... she had shown no signs of insanity before. He was still whimpering as he hobbled away from their safety horde, and he didn't notice the tears streaming down his cheeks. His expression was contorted in rage. He would get her back or die trying. They couldn't do this. Not to him. ------ Enzo, meanwhile, stared in half wonder, half horror as he spotted the suddenly monochromatic swirling figures through the fog. His voice wavered into the microphone, "Looks like... like the fog's effectin' people-" Immediately he pulled his shirt up over his nose and mouth as though that would make a difference. The Boss hummed nervously behind him. "Question is.... why, how, and do I really wanna' get close enough to find out?" It was a frustrating dilemma.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 8:47 am
The fog dispersed, but apparently it wasn't time to relax just yet. Shun's eye widened as he caught sight of a few.. individuals now completely greyed out. It wasn't just one. And for a moment, he thought they were going to have one hell of a fight on their hands, but they left with the fog itself. Furrowing his brow, he peered into the distance, seeing what looked like some... version of Amity ahead. This wasn't right. Now he was no insanity expert but... nothing like this had happened in all previous run-ins with it. Dismissing his daggers now, he glanced towards Xiu. "I need to make sure Mitsu is alright. I'll go in to investigate later, but she should know what's going on here."
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 9:15 am
What was happening to some of the students? Even Yin, who he knew was in hard times seemed.. different. Almost vacant. They disappeared, and he felt the second Amity had something to do with it. He didn't want to go. He never did. But fellow students were missing. The fog was thick, forbidding, and a terrible anxiety was building up inside him. It was so awful he almost couldn't fathom going deeper.
He almost didn't.
But could he live with himself if he ignored those in need again?
Mot set down FooFoo and Roshambo, both minipets whining in protest. "FooFoo, take him home. Go home! Back to the dorms!" The foxfire whined again. He didn't want to go all the way back by himself. Both minipets wanted Mot to carry them, scared of moving one more inch in the fog. "Go! Or no treats!" Mot ordered more intensely.
FooFoo took Roshambo in his maw and booked it.
The grim reaper sighed with relief, and headed toward the second Amity.
[[Exit]]
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 9:42 am
Ren had found LW, and now he grabbed her arm, pulling her away from Sparrow and the others, his grip tight.
"We've got to get out of here, we've got to - "
But the world around him was shifting, the fog thickening, everything converging, and then the students were disappearing and reforming and Ren felt as though something inside of him was collapsing.
"No - stop - no no - AMRITA - "
It was too late now - Ren seized LW's hand, grabbed Tybalt's wrist, and without a backwards glance, moved towards the Haunted House once more.
[ exit ]
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 9:59 am
Amphi continued to hold Xiu's hand and then look at the new but not their amityville. She agreed with the Baku and sighed. The last place she wanted to go was...head rush into the fog. No best to go back to Amityville and prepare herself.
She'd rather go with friends though if she was going at all....
Exiting~
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:19 am
Danny looked around, trying to find sight of her other friends. Gene was with Bea- she was okay. Roch was right beside her. Rikki was clinging, but better. Amphi had Xiu.
They could all just go home toge-
Was that Yin?
Oh no.
No no no.
"YIN," she screeched, throwing herself from Rikki and in the direction the mantis went. No no no. Not her friend. Her blood was running cold as she chased after him, in the direction of the haunted house. She just had to know for sure. It couldn't be Yin, right? He ... He promised. Yeah. That was it.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:19 am
"You're right," The baku agreed, frowning, "Mitsu should know what's going on...especially if any of this as spread to the school itself." She didn't mean to worry Shun, but she was certain that the thought had already crossed the reaper's mind. All in all, it definitely didn't hurt to be extra wary right now.
"I just need to check up on some things real quick, and then I'm going to check out where that place leads." She gestured towards the fake Amityville, noting that some students were already running in. Mot was among them, and seeing a friend give into potential danger made the baku all the more antsy to prepare herself and get in there ASAP. And then there were the students yelling names...
Yin? Xiu perked up at that, her body stiffening. What about Yin? Was he alright, or...!?
Turning back to look at the reaper, she gave him a little nod, suddenly looking as if she wanted to ditch the idea of preparing herself altogether and just jump in. However, as much as she wanted to, it didn't seem like the wisest of ideas. "I'm sure I'll probably run into you in there, aniki," She shot the "other" Amityville a brief look, "But be careful, okay? I'll see you later."
[Exitingggg~~]
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:20 am
First year. Jack damn it, first years should not have been in this mess . . . "Never know," he murmured to the ghoul. "Always should stay on guard, though m'sorry g-got caught up in this. Mortimer McNeal, Mort is short. Third year." Hopefully that gave some modicum of comfort, because right now he wasn't sure how much that was going to help while waiting in the mists. But if there was anything Belladonna was teaching him, it was to look more confident than you actually were - albeit he did so with a grim look.
But then the world began to shift again, converged upon them with even more oppressive aggression that made the zomboil grit his teeth against the sudden impulse to crumple onto the ground and give into the desolation it pervaded. Worse, something was going on, some new twist was taking away Amrita and several others - the sight of the enlarged mantis added a new gut wrench as he thought of Alex - and with them came a hollowed version of Amityville that seethed and faded and reappeared once more in the mist whence it came. Christof had lumbered into it without pause . . .
Another choice. Always two paths. He almost expected Medea to come in and give a small lecture about it.
And again Mort knew where he was going to go the moment the false school came into existence, just as he had known where to go during the end of the siege. What was different this time was that Belladonna was there now - the decision suddenly became much, much harder to bear, but he wasn't changing it: for this zomboil had the imperative of a desperate hero wannabe and the self preservation of a masochist.
People were in need. He went to try fulfill it. Simple as that.
He took a bracing breath and turned to the witch, a determined look on his face as he peeled her arm off his and lessened his death grip to allow both of his hands to hold hers. Part of him wanted to tell Bells to get the hell out and to safety, but he knew she wouldn't stand for it; the other part of him was glad she wouldn't. "Go get ready," he told her gently. "Doubt would want to fight in school ghoul uniform. Alex n' I're gonna scope out while doing so, alright? Need to know what're up against first - Hunters might come through."
Might? Would. As surely as his zombro would be going after Yin.
"Hurry though, mkay? C-Can't promise will leave one for you if take too long." Giving a weak smile, Mort leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead before letting her hand go. Serafina, the tan skinned ghoul, Calder - he couldn't speak for them and only gave a passing look before clasping Alex's shoulder. "Let's go," he said simply before turning to shuffle into the fog.
(( Exiting ))
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:22 am
Sin gazed at the foggy Amityville and trembled slightly her first thought was to turn around and get the jack out of this place and back to her dorm. She thought about what a nice hot bath would do for her nerves, how she could prepare a cup of pumpkin coffee and forget any oddness ever happened. Of course, she wouldn't forget, she couldn't forget and if she avoided it and something terrible happened to those who had gone in it would add forever to the heavy guilt in her heart.
"Jack damn it..."
She looked back towards the true Amityville, the place she had fought so hard to come back too...for this. She pulled her gloves back on and pulled out a mirror to double check her hair. If she was about to be put through hell again she might as well look good after all. Her only regret was that she had been caught in heels again. With a sigh Sin walked towards the foggy disturbing mimicry of Amityville Academy.
[EXIT]
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:30 am
It happened too fast. The familiar feeling of firm flesh beneath Thackery's fingertips gave way to the infuriating intangibility of thick fog. The cool sensation of misty tendrils dancing across his skin seemed to laugh at his loss and mock his failure.
It happened before he could even say goodbye.
No.
No, no. No.
There was a ringing in his ears, the hum of a million worries all reaching their peak. He couldn't tell if it was a scream or a sob or a hollow silence coming from his open mouth, overtaken by shock. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to stop this. He was supposed to fix it. He was supposed to protect him.
Face frozen in a look of mournful disbelief, he watched Ash leave him. Again. But this time, with the visage of a fog-blanketed mirror of Amityville in front of him, Thackery didn't think he'd come back, because that place looked an awful lot like home.
A home without him. No.
His steps were nearly as automatic as those who were consumed by Insanity. None of them had a choice. They needed to go to the place that felt like home, and so did he. And, as he'd tried to remind the reaper over and over until it became its own temporarily comforting poetry, home was where he and Ash were together. Even if that meant being together in a place that felt wrong wrong wrong on all other accounts.
[exit to fog]
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:39 am
This was nothing she had ever wanted. Not the return of the fog and the voices, not the strange feeling that even though she was being held onto tight, she was vastly alone, not even the remembrance of the past few hours could stop the sickeningly painful feeling of loneliness. It was enough to make her cry, but Belladonna only held onto Mort tight and clenched her teeth. When things shifted, when everything took on a far greyer sheen, the witch turned her head away and closed her eyes tight. There would be no shame in trying to shield herself from any of this and when she finally dared to look once more, things had changed for the worse. The school was not itself, and the comfort of even that was suddenly wrenched away. Amrita had turned all wrong, there was a mantis nearby that was the same and both sights made a small whine escape the witch. "No, wait, she's not--" Belladonna tried to call after the shrinking form of Christof, but he was already past reason as he lumbered off after Amrita. And it was only then that the witch realized there was another choice. Afraid to take that backward glance, she instead turned to Mort as he turned to her and offered her hands up, listening. The smallest of smiles touched her mouth as she heaved a sigh. "How'd you know?" She dared to ask, but only nodded at his suggestion to hurry. "Make sure to spark nice and bright so I can find you again. And be careful until I can get there to heal you. Don't go loosing any limbs." Quick as she could she reached up on tip toes to place a kiss to his cheek before she dropped back down and took a few tentative steps backward. Then he was gone and she had turned back toward her booth, each step bringing her closer to the greyed out Amityville. How easy it would be just to go back, to just sift through the mist and return to her dorm room. There was shelter there, safety that would not allow harm to come to her. As there had been no shame before in hiding her face, surely there would be no guilt in not fighting this battle. Not everyone needed to fight all the time. Some had to stay behind... But... Was she one of those? The uniform was quickly replaced by a simple black skirt, boots and a combination corset-blouse that she'd sewn a hood onto the back. Pigtails were taken down and replaced with a ponytail. Simple, but stylish in that battler kind of way. With a sigh the witch cast one more look at her school, her safe haven all wrong and contorted. If anyone dared to hurt this place, she would stand up and fight for them. She had come too far to turn back now. "And besides! Someone has to shine for this place."With a whirl she headed for the fog, a quick jog before she stopped at the two ghouls from before, the first years whose names she'd missed. It was silly, ridiculous to do it, but the witch smiled at them as she momentarily paused. "You two stick together if you can. A group is better than alone. But don't worry, you'll be fine. If you need me, just call. I'm Belladonna Divine. But you'll be fine." She flashed one more smile at them, gave each ghoul a small pat on the shoulder and then was off. At a run she entered the fog, fists clenched to stave off the horrid feelings of loneliness and wanting to go home, but a smile set on her face because this was a fight she wasn't going to lose. [Exiting to HH]
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 11:04 am
Chryses stared silently for a moment at the strange, foggy Amityville. He frowned and considered. The sane thing, of course, would be to go back to the real Amityville, hide, prepare.
So that was what he did. He turned and walked towards the real school, occasionally glancing back at the strange, foggy not-Amityville. Better to be safe, at least for now.
[[Exiting]]
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 11:28 am
Roch had been all ready for a boss fight, with students turning into monsters and all that stuff--and what he'd gotten was...
Another Amity.
He stared at it for a long moment, letting his guitar dissipate before turning. "I'm goin' t'bed," he said bluntly. "Amphi, y'wanna come?" he asked, holding out a hand to his ghoulfriend.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 11:31 am
Amphi flushed as she looked at Roch and then looked around before slipping her hand in his. Bed sounded good.
she had a feeling though that she would end up in the HH at some point anyways. A small look was given to Xiu and the group before they all seperated.(this is the real exit~)
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 11:34 am
And just as he'd WANTED to do the entire time she'd been gone, kidnapped because they'd been in a place they didn't need to be, he draped an arm over Amphi's shoulders and pulled her into his side, heading back to the real Amity.
Whether he wound up at the fake one in the future, he didn't really care to think about.
((Exiting))
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