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As the tall woman loomed over him, Mort's eyes managed to widen a bit. Even when being delicate, she frightened him - awed him; her burned face, her obvious signs of battle, her in general. All four of them did, even with different auras of seething anger or other ambiguously negative emotions.

"Do not worry --"

How couldn't he . . .?

"-- everything will be fine."

How could she . . . ?

"Rest."

"C-Can't . . . Won't . . ." But by the time Mort spoke and attempted to try and reach out to her as well, she probably wouldn't be able to hear him; War's heir stepped through the door.

"Why . . ."

Slow zombie was slow. Slow zombie was too late.

Slow zombie was tired of always being inadequate in these situations.

There were a lot of questions on Minerva's mind, but none of which she felt ready to ask their leader--not when he had...guests...lingering at his sides.

So she left as the others had. As she had been instructed to. Refusing to look back.

((SORRY FOR INCREDIBLY LATE EXIT. Minerva out))

Fire?

Fire.

Fire.

Maybe Mort would have attempted a braver end by, say, trying to cover the nearest student. But he was just too tired. Too slow.

For the second time in too short of a period, Mortimer ate fire and crapped out not even enough FEAR to be ash.

(( Exiting! ))

Jude had thought it pretty interesting when Caelius returned with four other...things.

Whatever. It seemed it was time to go and thus the short goblin golem went forth and logged itself off.

The end!

((BELATED EXIT CAUSE I BEEN SICK.))

One second, he's been wavering in place, everything silent, watching over Lizzy. The next thing he knew, after having blinked perhaps, everything was blue.

Blue, burning and horrific to watch. Lizzy was burning right in front of his eyes, her beautiful skin turning black and splitting apart, her pretty pink hair shriveling and falling away. Her sweet innocent face...

Mot squeezed his eyes shut, realizing he too was burning alive, an agonizing nauseating pain ringing over him. His fists clenched, body hunching over as he screamed in pain.

It was quick, but oh so painful.

Eventually there was nothing left of the cowboil as he dissipated into sweet darkness.

((BRB DYING---I mean exit post~))

(retconning since her capture + the last few gm posts)

She looked around bewilderingly to see that it had been a creature like her that had captured her. Why..? It was then that she remembered the horsemen's warning -- they had infiltrated themselves disguised as halloweeners. And she had let her guard down. It had only been minutes afterwards that Lacie had been captured. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She repeated, hating herself for being so useless. No matter what she did, what she tried, she always failed in the end. She tried to reach Xiu through the net but as the nets strengthened, Lacie fell to the ground, her limbs burning in pain. Her golden eyes were filled with tears.

In the background, there was somebody yelling. "SON OF A b***h! Don't you jackin SLEEP!"

"Hurt yourself if you gotta, BUT DON'T JACKIN' SLEEP!!"

It was hard to do so.. Lacie's capacity for pain and the growing need for sleep dominating her body. But her mind resisted, Lacie begging her body to withstand it. Please don't sleep.. But at the last moment -- she saw several figures materialize themselves. She saw but no longer heard. She did not recognize the head hunter, but she didn't need to, his coat making his identity obvious. It was the same hunter that had killed Red. But what surprised her was the submission of the four horsemen. They were following him? Not Aisa.. why? She remembered how that particular death horsemen flicked her forehead, spoke against the Hunters at the meeting.. why? Why was she going along with them? They must have had a reason. But even then, Lacie worried for them. Please don’t go! Lacie wanted to say but even her mouth wouldn’t move. The simple act of speaking was an exhaustion in itself. Lacie wanted to reach out but her hand, but it only lifted slightly.. before dropping once more. She had no more strength. Even her eyesight was failing her, blurring until she could no longer see what was happening around her.

Even as the nets were lifted, Lacie had already fallen into unconsciousness. But even in her sleep, the searing pain of her burning flesh had her flinching, turning pale as the pain wouldn't even let her speak or scream. Her crumpled form reached out for a way to stop the pain but it was endless. Her body could no longer stand the agony as the fear particles ripped apart inside of her, leaving Lacie to disappear.

Moure could only watch, head barely off the surface of the dirt, as the Horsemen finally left and the other standing figure came forward. They were holding something, something long and pointy, much like a stake or perhaps a spear? They then had thrown it down. Moure watched it's fall, wondering exactly what that was supposed to accomplish. It was making some kind of horrid hissing sound, and Moure could feel his brain slowly trying to connect the dots that something probably wasn't right, and that the spear was going to do something that it most certainly was not supposed to be doing.

He was right.

Suddenly, there were curling blue flames engulfing everything and anything it touched. Moure strained backward, trying to move, to do anything that could possibly get him away from the giant deathtrap coming toward him. Moure had slowly been recovering from his fear of fire, and only slightly, due to being friends with Danny, but any slight resistance to the natural undead panic button concerning fire that Moure had made, it was destroyed instantly in the face of the raging monstrosity before him.

The flames weren't normal, not by any means. Moure managed a choked scream, his panic finally finding a voice to use, before the flames poured over him like a burning torrent. His seams snapped almost instantly, his Parts seperating and combusting almost in a chain reaction. He could only watch and yell silently as he watched his body catch fire and burn into ashes, piece by stitched piece. Even the very skin was roasting, ripping open before destroying itself in the agony of the flames. Finally, the waves of flames claimed the rest of him, burning up his undead body like a match to a gasoline-sodden straw. The infinite pain racked his Runner's frame, and somewhere, in some detached part of his brain, Moure could only think, 'Cphira's going to kill me for wrecking my body.'

This was it, though. He was dead. Literally dead. He didn't even need to wait for Cphira to put him out of his misery. The fire would do it for her. There was no way he could come back fromt his, undead or not. Moure was almost completely convinced of this. In the split second before he felt himself fully combusting, disinigrating into ash and Fear, Moure wished he'd told Edel how much he truly cared for her. Then his mind was fully engulfed by the ineffiable pain.

And then Moure was gone.

(Exiting! (and getting off for the night, so Moure'll get to the Nurse's office tomorrow. ^^; ))