[ GM PRP ] The Prison Corridor (THE END P 28)

[MoonKitsune]

Boozver

Melvin was being approached by a figure dressed in black, sporting black wings and talking softly to him. Everything about her looked like some poorly created fallen angel in some mini-series, and considering there was lava around and the chamber he was in was falling to pieces, it all seemed very appropriate.

"Get..Get back. St-Stay away from me." He mustered, holding his gun with shaking hands. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to die. He didn't want this freak woman to throw him into lava or drag him away into some dark part of the world to be torn limb from limb.

Melvin. Breathe. You need to calm down!

Easier said than done.


HP: 30/30  

[Eight]

Candace didn't react as she was lifted, very effectively knocked unconscious from being swarmed in a matter of seconds. Her head rest on Wilson's shoulder, her full weight on the young man's back.

Unconscious and being carried by Wilson.

Syusaki

 

[Blade Kuroda]

"You won't get away so easy!" Tseng called out while giving chase. With a grin, he let out a whoop, then notched another arrow as he noticed the kid managed to find himself back in prison.

"PINNING SHOT!" he called out while firing the arrow. The hunters attacks had been weak. It wouldn't take much longer to finish him off. But! The horseman was wanting to make sure he was in place before going with an awesome finishing blow.

HP: 30
Damage: 1
Target: Ryan

Attack: 4/5

Oniongrump

 

[its me debz]

Not in the Colosseum, either.

"Fffuuuckkk."

[[ Colosseum 1 ]]  

[Syusaki]

And now he was effing back where he started.

"I've got amazing navigation skills," he murmured, leaning over from Candace's weight. Unconscious people were heavy, but Candace was nothing to carrying a freaking Dakota.

Spotting a familiar blond, he half-nodded. Then noticed the horsemen and yelled. "You! Get away from him!" Aghhhh if only he didn't have his hands full.

HP: 50
Zone: 1

Eight

8Da

Blade Kuroda

OnionGrump

 

[Scyerline]

While laying there, a stupid horsemen decided to use her as a scratching post, "Oh, shut up, you sick, a** monkey!" she yelled.

It was almost obvious to her that no one was coming for her. She took a few deep breaths trying to drag herself out of there.



Zone 1 to Zone 3
HP: 7  

[Boozver]

Amidst the faceless (to her taste) mass of hunters Heidla spotted a familiar red-haired face.

"Hello", she muttered, "Haven't we met before?"

Baneful

We have a chance to finish the battle of old

HP; 40/40
Attacking: Rep (2/5)
Damage: 3  

[Rown]

Ofelia was getting pretty pissed off at her inability to leave her spot, at her inability to help her friends. From the looks of it Candace was down, and Hazel was no better, and even though Ofelia really didn't know their names she knew them as hunters good god leave them alone you assholes.

Seeing as she was near the exit and could duck out if the situation got bad she had a few choices - call attention to herself here and maybe off those trying to escape? That would lessen their pressure and allow them a chance to move along but then there was that whole um....bringing attention to herself. Was she able to summon Rue?

Did she even really want to bring a fight over to where she was?

To protect her companions she sure as hell did.

"HEY YA DAMN PONY AN' FREAKS! WHY NOT GO AFTER SOMEONE STILL STANDIN'?" Her words were shouted, her hands cupped to the sides of her mouth as she stepped forward. She was still at the exit, close enough to move if things got hairy, but this had to stop. "COME AN' GET ME UNLESS YER TOO SCARED TA FIGHT SOMEONE WHO CAN HIT BACK. YA DAMN FARM ANIMALS SUITED FER NOTTIN' BUT GLUUUUUEEEEE."

hp 50
location exit

[ no attacking, just yelling? is that okay? ]

Yayoi

ofelia might

Ol-j-man

be yelling

santime

at you

 

[Ice Queen]

It burned. No, it went far past the pain of burning. The agony of the lava hitting was so much that Syd couldn't even get the breath to scream. The pain was overwhelming, ripping through each of her nerve endings, tearing them into shreds until she was sobbing for relief--at least, she would have been if her body wasn't disintegrating on her. She was dying.

She hadn't even helped Aleister fix his room. It was a sad last thought as the Mist hunter gasped her last breath, and died.

For a moment she was certain that she was in hell. It was so clear in her mind that the pain her body felt was a perfect indicator of it that it took a long, long moment for her to realize that the illusion had worn off. As it was, silent tears were trailing down Syd's cheeks as she gasped in her first breath. It hurt.

She had to leave. Allan Tight show was giving her a way out. With that thought she got slowly to her feet--only to stumble and grab onto a prison bar for support.

HP: 10/50  

[kuropeco]

[ ZONE 4 / LINGERING ]


From beside him he could hear shouts, yells, all of them from the same person, and Gale took several long steps towards her, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her backwards.

"Don't provoke them," he said roughly, trying to ignore the awful sinking sensation in his stomach as he moved in front of her. "They know that we'll do what it takes to protect our comrades, but that's exactly why you should get out, go back to Headquarters."

His tone softened a little, almost pleading now, galling him, and the scowl on his face deepened, his voice a growl as he said, "Provoking them will only make things worse."




[ HP: 60/60
Target: N/A.
Damage: N/A.
Charge: 0/3 ]

Rown

 

[Zoobey]

The earth around Deryk shook just a bit as something rumbled in the distance, shaking the very foundations of where the trainee stood. At first simply a blur of grey shapes and then:






Deryk never knew what hit him.

Actually he did, in fact catch a good glimpse of what hit him, as a track of hoofprints ran down his back, though he was mostly unscathed. Mostly.

Blade Kuroda

lilwolfpard

 

[Saliru]

Again. There was pain again somewhere in the chaos. She was hugging herself defensively. The burning pain merely an illusion in the end... one that ended as quickly as it began - but... then that meant?... There couldn't be an illusion in an... Rep. She watched him clutching Harrison close and frowned as he just as quickly turned to flee... She was finally up now.. running... well... staggering after Rep with her hand outstretched, "Rep I..." he was gone in the chaos, she didn't see where he went... but she kept going. Kept up until she found him again, "REP!"

[Zone 3]
HP - 50/50
 

[Boozver]

"It would be ok", she promised, "It won't hurt much".

After all, the Hunter boil looked so.... sweet and weak. Her other target was far more ferocious, so on the first one she would probably be light.

"Don't be frightened that much. All the paths lead to the same end...."

That was almost poetic.

HP: 40/40
Damage: 5
Attacking: Melvin

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