All that Matt could remember was being in the tent looking for some painkillers the next minute someone screaming as something grabbed him yanking him into a portal. Now he really wished he had found the pain killers as he started to rub the stop on his head where it was throbbing. Looking around at the fog he realized he was alone, rather frightfully alone.
Now sweetie don't just leave me lying here. Your not completely alone I'm still with you like always. Didn't I promise never to leave you. A voice sounded rather sweetly as he ran his hands across the ground pricking his fingers on the glass.
Oh... Kasimira I.... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... it's just..... Matt didn't know how to finish the rest of his sentence, he wasn't use to the idea of a staff being alive. Anyways, I guess we should get moving and finding some others hunters. I don't like the idea of well... attempting to fight alone. He thought as he started to examine the area.
Examine: (search area) Obtained: A half of a pumpkin pill, half-dissolved. Useless.Pumpkin Pill, Corrupted Pumpkin Pill
Stats:
Name: Matthias Jane Duffy HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: Pumpkin Pill, Corrupted Pumpkin Pill RP Blurb: Black hair, blue eyed hunter with a butterfly staff.
Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 8:37 pm
Walking around Matt found a few pills, one of them was rather dissolved and nasty looking while the other two looked as if they were ok. Not that he was going to take them, it was a rather obvious rule to not eat random pills that you find laying on the ground. Instead he tucked them into his pocket as he rested the spear on his shoulder.
So... now what do we do. He asked thinking maybe the fairy had a better idea of what was going on than he did. Did mission usually have fog swirling around and what was he going to do when one of those mentioned mist creatures showed up?
I don’t know why are you asking me? You’re the hunter not me. Why don’t you start walking love. Kasimira retorted as a bit of snap of lightening sounded from one of the end of the spears.
Well I guess that’s better than standing… Matt replied shrugging his shoulders as he started to walk, wishing he could see something other than the blasted fog.
Stats:
Name: Matthias Jane Duffy HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: Pumpkin Pill, Corrupted Pumpkin Pill RP Blurb: Black hair, blue eyed hunter with a butterfly staff.
Petro hadn't expected things to turn out the way they had. Truthfully, he hadn't expected anything except pain and heartache and the general sense of anguish that always came after events such as these. As the need to start moving and find a way out began to lift him to his feet, Tro felt then heard something crunch beneath his feet. The soles of the horse boil was calloused and used to stepping on sharp, jagged surfaces. The shards of glass barely pricked his skin and failing to recognize the original form, Tro simply kept moving.
He called out, risking the possibility of attracting unwanted attention but then again, Tro would go down fighting. When his voice failed to carry enough, the tikbalang began to take a better assessment of his surroundings.
Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 11:20 pm
The tikbalang's search proved futile, as all he found were completely useless junk. And with no pockets to speak of, Tro was about to himself of the trash when he spotted lights. His first instinct was to head for the warmth, eventually realizing it was fire. And then a flash of a weapon had the horse boil smoothly shifting into a defensive stance.
Realizing it was a horseman, the tikbalang cautiously followed and discovered the Horseman's lair. He made note of where it was before heading back out into the Fog. In his travel, he noticed a silhouette in the Fog. Square-root brows furrowed in suspicion but he decided to see if it was friendly or hostile.
"'S anyone there?" he called out.
hanging gallow
At your earliest convenience OwO
Name: Petro HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: Corrupted Runic Bandage RP Blurb: Silver hair with three spikes, dark brown eyes, barely dressed and bare-foot
After wandering around for about fifteen minutes Matt started to see a light appearing in the fog it was rather cold in nature but better than nothing.
Think it's safe to go towards... He replied pausing and staring it wondering if the mist monsters mentioned glowed in a light or was it something a little more along the lines of just appearing.
Why are you asking me? Kasimira remarked as if she cared about what he was doing, talking about her was one thing but direction no.
Guess it can't hurt. He thought as he started to head towards the light pulling the scarf closer around his neck. Closer he got the more he realized it was a tent, apparently base camp of sorts for a few of the hunters.
Great now that he knew where that was, where were the others? Matt thought turning his back on the light and heading out into the fog.
Wait wait wait we are leaving already? I thought you wanted to be in the tent. Kasimira replied as if confused to the notion idea of leaving safety. Matt instead of answering her continued to walk hoping of any sign of movement or someone not of the mist monsters.
It wasn’t until Matt heard a voice calling out that he had stopped. A voice he hoped was another hunter, “Yes there is someone here. Tell me your not a mist beast.”
Huni Pi
Stats:
Name: Matthias Jane Duffy HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: Pumpkin Pill, Corrupted Pumpkin Pill RP Blurb: Black hair, blue eyed hunter with a butterfly staff.
Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 5:53 am
The horse boil shifts to his real form, ears struggling to pick up the direct the answering voice came from. "Ain't no Mist-creature, ain't got no Insanity!" he neighed out, "Y' don't got any either do y'-" he became visibly startled at his discovery. His ears flattened against his head, brown eyes flashing angrily, "HUNTER!" he growled, "WHO DO YOU HAVE??" he demanded, pointing at the staff that was too reminiscent of a student he knew. "ASTRA! 'S THAT Y'?" he began to charge towards the human when muffled music and laughter pierced the Fog.
Almost immediately, Tro came to halt, eyes wild in alarm as he began to search for the source. With a snort, he gestured to the weapon-carrying Figure, "Friends'v y'rs?"
hanging gallow
Name: Petro HP: 50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: Corrupted Runic Bandages RP Blurb: Silver mane with three spikes, dark brown eyes, barely dressed bipedal, horse-headed monster
When the figure of the voice emerged from the mist it was not what he had expected, it was grotesque something more along the lines of a human horse. Sure he had seen them before as a costume but this one.... this ones lips moved when it talked when it grew close enough for him to see. He wrapped his fingers close around his spear, "Who is Astra? And your.... your one of them the halloweeners much like that lizard looking one....." s**t this was not a good time to meet someone who was not on his side, he had forgotten the students were around and something along the lines of horseman. The only one he had actual seen was the one they had referred to as Bul otherwise he had avoided actually meeting them.
I think the pony means me luv as much as Astra is a cute name I prefer Kasimira. The staff spoke to Matt reminding him he wasn't completely alone.
Then the voices sounded, something laughing with the sound of music in the background as a figure appeared in the mist.
Keeping an eye on the large horse beast he shook his head, "he is not a friend of mine, is he one of yours?" Matt didn't like more figures appearing especially since there was still one of him, though it didn't look like the horse figure when he inspected it.
Stats:
Name: Matthias Jane Duffy HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: Pumpkin Pill, Corrupted Pumpkin Pill RP Blurb: Black hair, blue eyed hunter with a butterfly staff.
Huni Pi
Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 5:46 am
The horse boil narrowed his eyes at the Hunter, he did not trust the human but he did not trust this weapon-carrying figure either. His ears twitched as he listened to the speech, square-root brows furrowing in the beginnings of anger. Petro did not take to accusations of thievery lightly, he muttered to the Hunter, "Y'd better do as they say'n give 'em back what y' stole."
hanging gallow
I am so sorry this took forever ;;
Petro let his gaze wander from the figure to take in those clustered behind it. And brown eyes widen at the sight of his friends, and without thinking he called out to them, "Lattice! Sheridan! Needle!" What were they doing here? No, it couldn't be them, could it? Why wouldn't, why don't they look at him? Again, the figure repeats itself that he return what was stolen.
The tikbalang snorts in anger but did his best to remain calm. His friends, they couldn't be them, could they? He had to make sure but he couldn't move, he needed the figure to get out of the way! "Will return what y' think I stole," he promised, preparing to attack once he regained mobility. Petro thought himself fast but the figure proved himself superior and the monster horse felt pain split across his torso. Instinctively his hand pressed to his bare chest, breathing heavily at the large gash that had appeared.
He was on his knees before he knew it, the distinct sensation of something wet on his hands drawing attention away from his own injury. He was applying pressure on something, someone, but liquid kept oozing out. He focused his attention on the figure beneath him, and when he realized it was a Hunter, the tikbalang finished the job. While his memory failed him, there was a certainty that he caused the figure's condition. The horse's muzzle pulled to bare teeth before plunging his entire hand into the bleeding wound. Fingers searched and crushed and clawed at whatever he could reach, until the thrashing stilled and left Petro with wild, wide-eyed delight.
Name: Petro HP: 30/50 FEAR Strength: 100% + 40% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: Corrupted Runic Bandages RP Blurb: Silver mane with three spikes, dark brown eyes, barely dressed bipedal, horse-headed monster
