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

[Bloodlust Dante]

Ahh fire burn burn burn.

Leon missed his fireman gear right about now.

HP: 50/50

((exit))  

[Miliardo Kason]

The lava swelled forth once more, but he knew he was naked to it. The thin weight of saftey that kept most aches and bruises away was gone. Sylvia weighed twice as much in that moment then she did before. Screams went out in terror, victory shouts from across the way. The lava was rising up and a voice wailed in his head to use her.

It was hard to raise the scythe to swing her over head, the wail of noise creating a feeble barrier of FEAR between him and the lava. Her charge wasn't enough, the heat seeped through the barrier she threw forth. His clothes flickering and burning slowly singing and rolling in as they burned. Sweat dripped down his face before vanishing in hissing steam as the first plots of lava dripped into his barrier, his cage.

<< I'm sorry Roland I tried, I tried I did! >> Her voice was frantic on the verge of tears. It was the last thing he heard before he started to scream.

And just as quickly it was over. He was on his knees, Sylvia laying on the ground before him. The illusion was gone, but the heat, the pain still lingered making every inch of his body scream out in protest as he leaned over to pick up the scythe in shaking hands.

<< W-what? How.. how did we m-make it? >>

The trainee slowly leveled the scythe using her as a walking stick to haul himself up in all the chaos, "Illusion... but it hurt Sylvia... you're shield it isn't."

<< Yeah it's gone. Mostly. We need to leave. Hurry, now! >> She hissed softly in his mind as if every step he took caused her to suffer too. Each step caused pain to race along his body. Each time Sylvia whispered to him to take another step. She couldn't run for him, but she would quietly urge him onward.

<< Don't fall down, don't lay, don't stop please don't rest you know they'll kill you >>

Eventually he stopped talking, his responses to the scythe where small jagged thoughts < Okay >, , and eventually nothing but the desperate thought of 'home' echoed between them as they shuffled and crawled towards the exit.

The portal was a soft blue, and to Roland it was the most beautiful shade of blue in the world as he stumbled through it.

((EXIT on first roll!))  

[Ice Queen]

And the unconscious Syd was carried out of the place.

[EXIT]  

[Zoobey]

Allan closely followed the last few trainees, carrying two Hunters slung over each arm. The Lair ceiling shook dangerously, the Sun lead picking up his pace just slightly as rocks, bits and pieces began to shower like torrential rainfall even as the exit lay just ahead, barely visible through the shifting sand and silt.

Silence as those waiting at the portal outside watched in dismay, the sand finally heaving one more time before collapsing entirely over the exit.

And a heartbeat later a Hunter literally bursting out of the half-covered exit, flying and knocking a waiting Mist Hunter both right into the portal, while in another moment's breath Allan leaped out, all tattered white coat and orange hair, still carrying a fallen ally. He let the others take the unconscious body, hesitating as he turned around. "We have to go back - there's-"

The ground shook louder still, threatening to sink under them. There was no time.

"I'm sorry Sir-" A Sun Hunter grabbed the Sun lead and pulled him right into the portal just as the ground collapsed underneath them entirely.

For the Hunters closest to the exit, those who were still busy vacating the others or engaging in the horsemen, the stopped for a single moment as everything exploded into sand. The exit was blocked.

Various emotions sunk in. At first, in the chaos, with the buildings, walls now crumbling and shaking collapsing on itself inside the permanently sealed Lair, a sense of desperation. Several Hunters engaged in the horsemen while others still fought to find a way out. Seconds later, as the ceiling itself, the very centerpiece cracked and caved in, crumbling downwards, destroying even the monument of the Colosseum itself, the feeling turned to despair.

This would be their last fight and they would fight to the end as Hunters.

OOC: HUNTERS

ALL HUNTERS:

- ALL TRAINEES AND PRISONERS ARE NOW CONSIDERED BACK HOME IN DEUS. IF YOU HAVE BEEN INJURED you might find yourself in the hospital HERE. Prisoners are requested to stay in there until they have been thoroughly examined.
- Otherwise those noninjured can linger and then exit.

 

[Zoobey]

The greater loss however, was on the horsemen's side. Their Lair, newly established, was failing into inevitable ruin. The Lost Clans, waiting for the few remaining Hunters to finally give up, waiting until the last Hunter collapsed and their weapon turned into stone, waiting for their turn. Waiting to finally dissipate and die.

Waiting to die so they could fight over and over and over, the same cycle of revenge. Relentless.

"And this is how it will be, always." Medea promised, even as from behind her, the ceiling began to leak sand, pouring in, the entire Lair a literal timed hourglass. The sand began to sift inside faster, quickly covering the base floors. "Even if we die, we will only return, with greater vengeance. Mere insects mean so little to those who are gods. Those that walk in our paths, see what we have seen, will always heed our call, and be granted revenge."

The Death lead remained silent, taking a few steps back onto the sand itself. "I count on it." He swept Circe down towards the sand-

- The Head Priestess took a second to cover her face in default -

- To catch him breaking away, heading for the highest point closest towards the overarching ceiling. She shrieked, calling the remaining horsemen after him, wrapping her hand around the hilt of her dagger, knuckles white. The sand, the very tip of the buried Colosseum, the hallways, began to shift and mutate. Boiling lava rising from underneath, the sand turning into torrential jets of molten stone, hissing, consuming fallen Hunters, their bodies set ablaze before disappearing into a mass of ash and liquid, the cavern an obsidian black, thick and smoky-

- Trapping the Death lead in an alcove, what had formerly been the exit, the lava mere feet underneath him and rising. He took a second to look at the lava and then at the stream of liquid flame from the exit above, sweeping past a startled horsemen as he grabbed two of the Hunter bodies and shoved them into the stream of lava rising below. A second, a third, they hissed as they caught on fire, bodies floating on the lava, the illusion -

- But it was enough. There was a glimmer of a barrier dagger plunging into cracked surface, enough to provide a window of space - reveal the opening through the ceiling as sand - and then a flicker of white and glowing blue disappearing entirely.

Through the confusion and panic, as everything began to grow cluttered, Medea shrieked, the illusion for a second shattered entirely in her anger. The pommel around her dagger, a brilliant red ruby, crackled, just slightly. And then everything shifted twice as fast, illusion ugly, horrific as it mutated everything around it one last time.

For a second the Lair was simply a blur of colour, until a deep crimson began to pull forward, leaking to the ceiling, diluting the sandstone walls. The colour spread into the caverns, literally sealing the cracked surface in a web of distorted red-black, pushing the sand, the debris, downwards, slowly and steadily. And still, the illusion did not waver, clawing its way further still, clearing every single cavern and tunnel, stretching and repainting the Colosseum until it deformed even in shape, long black claw-like arches replacing the spindly sandstone-frame, bone-like ebony spines curling from the center.

The last thing to change was the base over the cavern itself, the crimson covering every single cave stalagmite, every single rock to replace them black spires, small spines, metallic bars all curling around the base. There was a pulse, the ground trembling even as the crimson, the distortion seemed to physically push everything back, fighting with the setting around it.

And then the Lair stilled.

Perfect, pristine, each chasm, cavern, edge, facet a permanent deep crimson. Even the colosseum maintained its oddly re-corrupted form.

The single gem around the pommel of her dagger crackled and then shattered as the Head Priestess herself stared down at her arms in a second of dismay, the tips of each finger peeling away, slowly, the rest of her dissipating as well, tips of her cloak first, then dress, and then finally the rest of her body simply dissolving, almost fluidly.

The Lair, however, stayed firm, solid in its newly constructed form, as much an illusion as those occupying it, the Head Priestess was nowhere to be seen. All that remained of her other than the Lair itself was the dagger now crackling at the base, dissolving as well into black mist.

OOC

ALL HORSEMEN

- Their Lair has gotten a little revamp, though it seems at a small price. Even hours, days later, the Head Priestess is nowhere to be seen. The Famine elder once responsible for the Lair seems unconcerned though, as if expecting her return, perhaps soon, perhaps much later.
- In the meanwhile, there is a lot of rebuilding to do, both here in the Lair, and outside in Halloween, and of course, in the Human World. All their collected Fear was used up in the battle and then to create this permanent change to their Lair. They will need to collect more Fear.
- You can note Lair tasks HERE

 

[Zoobey]

OOC

GM RP POINTS DISTIRBUTION:

- Please count these INSTEAD OF THE NORMAL RP POINTS you allot to your character. So instead of for example, +1 point per thread over 800 words, you are now using the points system BELOW.

- If you were a HUNTER PRISONER (just taken ones!) in the prison thread: + 2 points for participating, +2 for going over 800 words
If you were a HORSEMEN in the Horsemen Colosseum: + 1 points for participating, +2 for going over 800 words
If you were a HORSEMEN in the battle prep with the Hunter bosses in the Dungeon corridor/ OR a Hunter in the centipede boss prep leading to the Lair: +1 points for participating, +1 points for over 800 words
- If you were in the Hunter Alternate Universe: + 1 points for participating, + 2 for going over 800 words
- If you were in the final battle: +1 points for participating, +2 for going over 800 words!

- PLEASE DO NOT COUNT ANY OTHER THREADS. This covers ALL THREADS that happened for this "rescue" event.