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Post by Kurodaia on Oct 7, 2017 12:12:53 GMT -6
[OOC: Hui manages to pick up a few of the scattered papers to look at them when the room suddenly went very dark. He hides under the desk, legs ready to kick out at the chair. ]
The quetzalcoatl man assessed all that way in the room and picked up a few of the scattered documents, papers, whatever it was from the floor to look at. The smell of the carcass was rather overwhelming for him to handle. He just collected a few, trying to make it seem less evident that someone was indeed in fact, in the room and taking their things.
The loud clang startled him, he noticed the room suddenly go very dark and he quickly made his way under the desk, curled up and ready to kick out the chair if he had to escape. He knew he could do it, at least maneuver himself over the desk as well and run out. Hopefully he wouldn't trip on the scattered pieces of paper. He felt the fight or flight kick in as he gripped the papers in his arms under the desk. He would have to run and read them in a safe area. He had 5 minutes of freedom if the doctor even had eyes, that he knew of but even so, he wasn't so sure about it. He had to rely on smell and sound for the time being as he hid.
He tried to slow his heart beat so he could think with a clear head. Kick, parkour over the desk and look at him and run for his dear life with those papers. He had the plan mapped out and he was prepared to set it in motion. Just as long as he could kick the chair from under the large figure.
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Post by jarahamee on Oct 7, 2017 13:57:43 GMT -6
[Cassius readies his knife to throw if needed and focuses on ignoring the pain of his foot. He buddies up with Sara as a leader ]
Sohl had the right idea. He wished he could have budded with him since they were on the same wavelength. There was... a creature, unlike any he had ever seen before standing before them. Distract the creature. Don't attack, it won't be effective..Sohl, this was the man who rescued him, after all, looking for the good of the group. But he felt the strange weight of his connection to the Beast. It was distracted, thinking of Sara. All for the better. If he died then the Beast could continue to protect the group. It had abandoned its master before, after all.
The pain was worsening. Cassius' first thought was this was a ridiculously fast infection and he should cut it out, but now was not the time. Instead he focused on ignoring the pain and moving very quietly towards Sara , backing away from the strange eyeless creature carefully, holding his knife in a throwing position. He gritted his teeth, exposing his large, sharp canines and breathed evenly, as if holding a sword.
If needed, he could throw it to redirect the creature's attention OR demonstrate his knife-throwing skills at its face. Cassius stepped precisely, silently, as if stalking prey. His feet were scarred, several toes missing, but still placed well on the thin, crackled grown. He had been hurt worse. Far worse. Near death. Perhaps this would be his death but he'd be useful until he went. His pain tolerance was certainly better when he had the company of the Beast but even now, he had endured enough he considered some level of pain to be ordinary.
The Beast prickled the back of his mind, adding helpfully If you die they can eat your corpse.
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Post by Sharei on Oct 7, 2017 15:02:06 GMT -6
[OOC: Kit realizes what Sohl is doing and gestures to the group to stay back. She moves silently to help, taking off her jacket with the intention of using it defensively. She formulates a plan to charge and trip it should it attack, but hopes that she can return with Sohl without being noticed.]
Kit, her attention on the tables and far corners of the lounge, spun around at the sound of shattering glass. She froze, registering at once the noise of the creature as it lumbered into view after the sound and Sohl's position too near it. A gaping maw of teeth cut the thing's head like a wound through its face, but that was all she saw of it as it turned its attention toward the noise and stopped, waiting. She didn't dare release the breath she was holding.
Will it see us? she wondered, and then when Sohl began to creep forward toward it, matching his stride with the creature's steps, she thought, No, you goddamn brave idiot!
He was taking a big risk. There was no telling if it had eyes or could rely on other senses to find them beyond just its hearing. She had a wealth of knowledge when it came to unusual and unnatural creatures, particularly those of the horror variety. Witches were well versed in amalgamations and abominations, being one of the many races that often created golems and other such things. Her books had described some that could hunt using scent, or the vibration of a footstep in the earth.
She couldn't let him do this. Not so soon after losing Stenson. Her heart hammered, and slowly, very slowly, careful where she put her feet so that she did not make noise on the cracking linoleum or trip on any gore, Kit crept toward Sohl. One hand shushed the group silently, indicating that they should stay back to protect one another if it attacked.
While she did this, she slid her arms out of her jacket noiselessly. The material was a sturdy canvas, and although it would not ultimately hold up to claws and teeth forever, it would last the few precious seconds that were needed. If the creature went after Sohl or any of the rest of them Kit would charge it. It would be best if she could approach it from the back, but in a hurry, it didn't really matter. The intention was to put her jacket over its face, preventing it biting at her or anyone else, and then trip it to the floor in the confusion. If she could get it on the ground and onto its front, then there was a much slimmer chance of it hurting her.
She would have to be especially careful of its claws. She hadn't failed to notice Cassius' continued foot problem and had realized that there was a very real chance of infection. Would that turn them into zombies, or just kill them? Maybe both?
If the creature ignored them and went after the obvious noise, she would join Sohl in retreating to the rest of the group to follow them back.
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Post by tsukikoko on Oct 7, 2017 16:47:42 GMT -6
[OOC: Sara becomes briefly petrified by the monster appearance. But after a touch from Pandora she comes back to herself. Places herself closest to the monster at the rear of the party with Cassius while they retreat straight ahead (excluding Sohl & Kit since they got closer) in case it turns on them. Is as quiet as she can be considering her limp. IF it all goes tits up and the monster doesn't follow the checkers piece or Sohl running but instead turns on the party Sara interposes herself between the monster and everyone else, barking furiously to draw it's attention and lead it away the way it had come, attacking it if she has to.
She couldn't stop looking at it. Couldn't tear her eyes away from the monstrosity now lurking in the corridor. The wolf stood completely still, unaware of what was happening around her; of Sohl's movement, Faolan taking a hold of Pandora, not even when Cassius came to stand beside her. All Sara could see were the rows of teeth, the eyeless face, drawing closer, sinking into her flesh, tearing everyone apart. She began to shake, tail right between her legs, pressed against her belly.
A hand touched her fur and the shifter made a strangled half-shriek of fear. Her jaws opened, head twisting to attack her aggressor, only to release at the last second that Pan was the one touching her. With a clack her jaws snapped back together, her eyes widening with the guilt of what she had very nearly done.
She was a liability.
With the monster so close she couldn't even whine an apology, all the shifter could do was look up at Pandora and try to convey how sorry she was. But now at least Sara was once again back in reality, aware of herself and the others. She saw what Kit was doing, knew what she was planning. No. If that thing came for them, the young woman could be torn to shreds, there was no telling if throwing something over it would even stop it long enough to get away. No, no, no.
They were going to die.
The shifter couldn't let this happen. No. Pandora would most likely feel Sara's hackles raise, before the wolf steadily broke away from her, tail rising to stand up straight. She didn't go far, close enough for the witch to hopefully believe she was going to stay with the group, considering the look the girl had given her. But she positioned herself at the back of the group, closest to the monster bar Sohl & Kit while limping backwards as quietly as she was able considering her injury. If it was going to come for them, she was going to interpose herself between that monster and the others - it would have to fight her first.
She was terrified. Of it, of death, of what might happen next, but more terrifying even than that creature, was the idea of watching another die. The beast had also become more aggressive since the monster's appearance, the snarl louder than ever in her head. [Surge forward while it is unaware. We can kill, protect the others. Attack.] She intended to, but not yet, not now. There was still a chance Sohl's plan would work and the shreds of Sara's remaining logic told her to hold her ground, to wait and retreat steadily with the others. She saw Cassius' knife in his hands, not much of a comfort given how small the metal seemed in wake of the demonic creature across the room, but better than nothing should she fall.
However, IF there was any hint that the monster was not going to fall for the trick, that it was going to come for the party or turn on Sohl and Kit, Sara would dart away from her group and begin barking, as loudly as possible, to draw it's attention. She would run around as quickly as possible, barking all the time, trying to distract it and draw it's ire. If necessary she would snap at it, anything to get the monster's attention away from her friends. Should she be successful the shifter would try to lead it away the way it had come, fight it with her fangs if necessary. She wasn't going to be useless and pathetic this time.
If nothing else, if more than one person was grabbing it's attention, maybe it wouldn't know who to attack.
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Post by Salandis on Oct 7, 2017 18:26:12 GMT -6
[OOC: Raine collects the paper and braces for the creature to move. If it attacks, he will charge from a stand and aim to stab the thing in the guts.]
Raine bent down to the thankfully still dead corpse, carefully prying the paper from its hand. Before he even had a chance to read, he noticed the sudden increase in tension in the room. In the flickering light, he looked over to the entrance to the room and saw a... thing. It had paused, snuffling wetly at the air. Its head seemed to be only mouth, reminiscent of a lamphrey... but maybe that was just a trick of the light.
The response of the group was interesting. Most of them froze in place or quietly hid. Ari he knew was somewhere behind him, and he heard nothing there. One of their number threw a checker piece down the hall in an effort of distraction, while others prepared quietly for combat. Raine slowly rose, pushing the paper into a pocket and momentarily being thankful his fleece PJ's had them. Gripping the bar, he held it end out in the Pike-man's first position and braced one foot against the ground. He waited, adrenalin singing through his blood and momentarily banishing his fear. If that creature made any aggressive moves, it was going to find a few feet of metal in its belly!
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Post by Marshmallow on Oct 7, 2017 20:07:16 GMT -6
[OOC: Ilchymis is scared of all the things. Clings to Faolan when Kit and Sohl move toward the Creature. Out of a desperate need to protect his adopted brother, Ilchymis tries to reach for his magic to prepare a barrier spell. He will only cast if the Creature moves to attack Sohl or Kit, to try to stall its advance. If it does not attack, he will anxiously wait for them to return.]
Words of comfort and encouragement were well and good, and talk of strategy and buddy systems even better. Ilchymis managed to calm himself, nodding silently to the others' guiding suggestions. Be quiet. Don't scream. Stick together, work together. He was scared, terrified really. The rotted hospital room, the straps, the creature, Stenson... It all still hung in the back of his mind, a constant buzzing of fear and a distant whispering of a remembered voice. But he had to be brave. Had to tell himself he could do this, he could do this.
Then he saw the torn corpse on the floor, and the color drained from his features. To his credit, he didn't scream. Sohl's words echoed in his mind, so he pressed both hands over his mouth just to make sure of it. But he did let out the tiniest, strangled whine as he turned from the sight of the broken body. While he did not commonly experience nausea, there was still an uncomfortable turn in his stomach. Sohl bent to inspect it, one of the strangers prodded at it with a metal rod. Ilchymis huddled, fretting, next to Kit for the comfort of familiarity.
That comfort was short-lived. Rapid, lurching footsteps carried a monstrosity out of the deeper shadows and into view. All he could see of its face was a wretched, gaping maw of teeth. It reminded him far too much of the plagued horrors of his home, and in spite of his immediate fear, he couldn't help feeling a pang of sorrow for it. Was it sick too? Was it just another victim, like them? Was it hurting?
Was it dangerous?
That was the important question. Given what had happened to Stenson, Ilchymis didn't require the masked spirit's urgent warnings to assume that this thing was also hostile. It didn't seem to have noticed them. If they were lucky, it was blind, and they could all creep away before it-
Ilchymis' eyes went wide in fear. What was Sohl doing? And Kit?!
'No!' he thought desperately, keeping a hand clasped over his mouth to stop himself from calling out to them. 'What are you doing?! Get away from it! Please!' He fidgeted in place, torn between the natural impulse to follow and stay close to his brother, and the cautionary gestures warning him to stay put, to stay with the others.
It was a difficult thing, he had already taken a silent step forward - but he obeyed. He trusted Sohl. He trusted Kit, too. They had to know what they were doing. So he stayed where he was, and clutched at Faolan's shirt fabric with one hand. He needed to hold something, to ground himself.
He was not a fighter. But he couldn't just do nothing, not this time. While his closest and dearest friend crept right toward the danger, Ilchymis turned his focus inward. Something had felt wrong since he'd awoken, his magic felt stifled, distant. Still, he reached for it, drawing on what energy he could muster. If that thing attacked, if it tried to chase his brother... Ilchymis wasn't certain he had enough strength to attack, but if he could make a barrier, maybe, just maybe, he could buy them time to escape.
Mustn't waste it though. He'd only attempt to cast if it's needed, if he has to protect.
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Oct 8, 2017 0:22:29 GMT -6
This round...
Just prior to the shambling creature's arrival, Ari makes a quick investigation of the north-most table. Upon it he would find another playing board, with checker pieces arranged in a half finished game. Beside the board there were no bottles of medication like the table near the body, but there was an old, dusty looking composition notebook. However, at the arrival of the mysterious creature, he had since gone rigid and quiet with fear. The creature seemed to take no notice of him at the moment.
Raine retrieves the crumpled piece of paper and also takes a silent, ready pose at the arrival the new threat, in case the creature makes some kind of move in his general direction. For now, the creature seems intent on standing facing away from them into the dark.
Faolan, Pan, and Ilchymis have all assumed quite an impressive huddle, trying desperately to stay as still as possible in the thing's presence. For now, they too go unnoticed. Ilchymis, however, does seem to have a plan up his sleeve. At the moment, they all remain rooted in place, holding their breath for whatever was going to happen next.
On the braver side, Sohl had already begun to make his way around the thing once it arrived, leaving the group to position himself in a different part of the room away from the others. With his steps matching the pattern of the figure's own footfalls, it remained oblivious to his movements for the time being. Sohl seemed to have other plans, however, and had pulled forth a single checker chip, which he then tossed down the dark corridor from which the group had just come from. Kit, Sara, and Cassius had also moved silently forward to help back Sohl up, although it seems Sohl is the furthest from the group, standing mostly on the right-hand side of the room.
Cassius' foot was now beginning to feel incredible pressure. The sides of his foot had begun to balloon around the wound, the swelling spreading now to the top, sides, and back of his foot. From the edges of the wound, a spiderweb of infected capillaries had begun to appear as blackish-red lines that branched out and across the swollen areas. Whatever was wrong, it was spreading quickly, and the pain only began to worsen as time dragged on. In mere minutes, the damage had almost tripled, giving the man a building, excruciating pain that would throb up from his ankle and to his knee. A feverish heat had also begun to blossom across the man's body, leaving a fine veil of sweat across his skin.
Still on his own, Hui has taken cover under the desk after a hasty search of the office. Hopefully whatever was lurking just outside of the threshold would not notice the missing elements, or the hidden Quetzalcoatl now huddled in the cramped cubby hole of the office desk.
Now...
The checker piece clicked and skipped across the uneven ground, quickly disappearing into the dark where it could now only be heard as it skidded to a stop somewhere out of view. The crooked frame of the creature shook as if with shiver, turning rapidly in the direction of this new sound and began a steady hobble towards the opening of the corridor. Just like before, it came to a halt at the opening when the space grew quiet again, breathing in soft, hissing whispers from the hole that was its face as it stood in the shadows.
From somewhere in the inky black hallway, the darkness began to course and throb, as if a crowd were steadily filing down the length of the hall to stop just short of the line of ambient light that connected the hall to the lobby area. The movement was like watching hundreds of people shifting behind a black curtain, until suddenly a single, distant sound echoed coldly from the walls of the corridor out into the lobby.
...A child's giggle. It was subtle, brief, and ever so sweet, as if the corporeal child had just been invited to play a game. Innocent and playful, except for the fact that it was quickly followed by the clicking of the checker piece, now rolling like a coin back towards the group, propelled by an unseen force. It passed between the feet of the creature, noisily bouncing off of ever imperfection along the ground, straight towards Sohl.
The creature followed the sound like a target. Its head twitched as if guided by radar until it had turned to face the boy with the checker piece coming to rest right at his feet. There was a moment when the creature was immobile, as if processing the sound. Its face, more visibly now a yawning, open hole, was void of any eyes or nose, every frontal orifice, save for its ears and mouth, sewn shut in long, jagged black lines. Its arms, which had been bent up and across its chest for most of the time, now unfolded at its sides. The limbs looked stretched, impossibly long with wide hands that practically dragged the floor. A loud, rattling moan burst from its open throat and suddenly it lurched forward towards Sohl, its vocalizations rising with excited intensity to a choppy, dry howl. In three quick steps, it had rapidly begun to close the distance between Sohl and itself.
Only a brief moment of pause occurred as it struck some kind of barrier, saving Sohl only a few precious seconds, before the creature uttered a desperate, croaking wail, a line of viscous saliva drooling from its toothy maw, as it swung a long twisted arm and shattered the barrier like glass with the side of its stretched hand before stumbling with the forward momentum to regain pursuit of its target. Its head snapped side to side with each new sound that surrounded it, any shouting from the others and now a harsh barking, but its legs seemed focused on carrying it in a single direction back the way it came.
Even the metal bar, wielded by the red-headed Irishman, plunged into the creature's gut but did little to almost nothing to slow its progress. The bar was wrenched out of Raine's grip, jutting from the blackened wound now dripping down the creature's side before becoming dislodged and clattering to the ground. With the insistent barking now leading its path, it was propelled onward by the cacophony of noise, swinging its arms out at the canine as it went. At one point, as the wolf made to bite at the thing's ankles to keep it going, it stumbled over Kit's attempt to trip it up and made to grab for one of the canine's legs as it nearly fell, tangling them slightly as it missed locking a solid grip onto the limb. And still, it came for her in a scrabble of violent desperation. Cassius still held his knife, ready to be launched if he so wished to try. If any decided to lead the creature on a chase, they would find themselves sprinting down a wide, open hall of sorts. Rotting columns rose up to support the high ceiling and four sets of double doors stretched the length of both walls, two on each side. At the farthest end, what appeared to be a main entrance loomed in the darkness, where the walls curved inward to form a semi-circular front with tall, imposing metal doors with decorated borders and long, extravagant handles. Further details would need to be seen up close, as the dust and darkness was heavy despite the slight ambient light from above.
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Dim light flooded the office space as the tall, angular form of the doctor pushed its way in, still trailed by the sound of something dragging across the tiled floor behind it. Hui would hear every step it took, and as it approached, it would stop just beside the desk, one hand grasping a bloodied and mangled wrist while the other clutched the dripping saw. It paused and pulled the body further forward, lifting it slightly with one arm up off the ground as if to look it over. The shadow of Hui's hiding place allowed for very little wiggle room to peak out without being dowsed in visible light, which made it difficult to see much else in the way of the body or what the doctor was actually doing. Suddenly, the doctor began to whisper to himself, speaking so fast and low that his words were inaudible, but it almost sounded as if he were suddenly having a full on conversation with absolutely no one, interrupted only briefly by a croaking chuckle or two. Amidst the whisperings, there was a creaking sound and THUNK, and then the room went quiet again. Whatever just happened, it was hard to tell if the doctor had left, was still there, or disappeared entirely....
[Map of the right area: For those who decided to run and try to distract the ghoulish creature - Here
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Post by kilnarak on Oct 8, 2017 0:52:15 GMT -6
[ Ari grabs the book and then urges anyone who didn't immediately follow Sara and the monster to GTFO in either of the other directions. ]
The hair on the back of Ari's neck prickled at the clatter of the checker piece, the fleshy slap of the creature's feet on the floor. His fingers twitched reflexively at his sides and he stood a little straighter, peering after the creature - hoping it would go away. But again it had stopped on the threshold, listening.
A shiver ran down his spine as a laugh sounded down the hall the creature had run to, high and childlike. It was too happy for this place, too gleeful - sinsister in that way. He barely had time to consider that before the creature turned and bolted for the group, chaos overtaking their little party. People ran - some toward the monster, some away. Raine was in the middle of the fray - of course - but at least the creature didn't seem too interested in him. It seemed much more intent on chasing down the weird dog.
The others were going to follow it. He was sure they were going to follow it. And he didn't want to, but he wanted less to be left here alone. He had died alone before... He shuddered as the memory of the life slowly being crushed out of his body, then the mercy of heavy jaws closing over his face. He didn't want to die. But he didn't want to be alone.
He snatched up the book on the table, clutched it under his arm, then made for Raine - his posture low, trying to make as little noise as possible and be as small a target. If he caught up to the man he would grasp at his arm, try to pull him back from following. His voice was a harsh whisper, pitched low but he hoped loud enough for the others nearby to hear: "We can't! We can't go that way! We can't kill it! D-Don't let them die for n-nothing! We-We need to run!"
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Post by Sharei on Oct 8, 2017 1:41:44 GMT -6
[OOC: With her previous attack only partially successful, Kit grabs the bar off the ground and attacks the creature in the back of the knee, hoping to make it give out. She then grabs her discarded coat and launches herself at its legs.]
Of course, it couldn't be easy. Nothing was ever easy. The checker piece rolled to Sohl's feet like some sort of obscene omen, and the quiet, sweet giggle of a child echoed through the hall. The sound made the hairs on the back of Kit's neck stand on end. Cold dread flooded her system, lending speed and strength to her body.
The rest was a whirl of movement. It felt as though the group moved as one. Kit's attempt to trip up the creature only succeeded in making it stumble, but that was enough. The effort kept it from grabbing solidly on Sara, which it had turned its attention on with a ferocious intensity. The redheaded man had even speared it with his bar. A valiant attempt, but it seemed, ultimately in vain.
Or was it? The creature was stumbling, slowed by the many assaults thrown its way. The bar clattered uselessly on the floor. Kit dived for it, abandoning her coat where it fell, and picked up the bar in the same moment that she pivoted on her heel and launched herself at the creature's retreating back. It wasn't quite out of range, not yet, and she baseball swung with all her might into the back of its knee. Whether it felt pain or not that was a weak point, and enough force applied to it would cause the leg to buckle. It would stumble, and in doing so give them all a chance to take it down or flee. Or that was her thought, anyway. A desperate, fevered hope.
But rather than hold onto the bar, she whistled at Raine and half-tossed, half-shoved the bar back to him so that he was armed with a weapon. Then she crouched, grabbed her coat, and launched herself at its legs whether it was up or down. If it was down on its front, she'd be able to pin them - hopefully. If it was up, maybe she'd be able to trip it up properly and knock it over. Either way, she'd be out of the way of any attack made at its torso or head.
It all happened quickly, and ever in the back of her mind was, don't let them die. Don't let it win. Don't let it have them. Don't let it happen again.
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Post by tsukikoko on Oct 8, 2017 9:30:05 GMT -6
[OOC: ok, split into two here based on what others do.
IF Kit (or anyone else's) attack(s) succeed in tripping the monster, otherwise hampering it or turning it's attention from Sara, she will leap on its back and start savaging it's neck/back of the head/whatever that location is on this thing. HOWEVER IF, the monster continues to fixate & chase Sara, she will run as fast as her little wolfie legs can carry her down the right path, leading it away to give the others hopefully a chance to escape or regroup etc etc. Maybe the pupper can find a place to escape it down there.]
Everything went to hell. Not with a bang, or a snarl, or even a whisper, but with a child's giggle. Usually such a sweet sound, now only brought terror. Sara watched in tense silence as the checkers piece rolled back towards the group, navigating with almost a purpose. A pit of dread sat in her stomach, growing steadily heavier and reaching out with icy tendrils to curl around her heart. Time seemed to slow around her, revealing every detail of the next few seconds in sharp, terrible clarity; the checkers piece clattered to a stop at Sohl's feet, the monster turned, faced the group with that horrific circle of pointed teeth. Sara was already beginning to move as it's unnaturally long arms unfolded and for the span of a thumping heartbeat the creature paused. But the brief moment of relative calm shattered as the freakish thing charged forward straight for Sohl and Kit.
Sara ran without thinking, was only vaguely aware of the loud, frenzied barking escaping her maw. She had to distract it, had to get it's attention. In all her dreams the demons would come for her, this time would be no different. She had been torn apart over and over, she could take it this time too. Agony shot up her injured leg as she moved, [Inconsequential. Ignore the pain.] The beast told her, [Keep moving, confuse it, do not stay still. Bite at it, move, bite again.] The shifter's constant barking and heckling seemed to have the desired effect. The wendigo turned on her, his mouth opening too wide for his face, reaching for her with jagged, taloned hands. He pitched forward, tripped by his own hooved feet and with a terrified yelp Sara felt claws grab ahold of her leg. Her injured shoulder collided with the floor as she fell, but the hold was not a strong one; she scrabbled and twisted away, able to slip from his grasp and get back to her feet, ready to bolt.
Images flashed across her vision in bursts of static. A blood covered room, her own torn and exposed chest, a dank tiled room with a flickering bulb, red eyes in the dark. Sounds, muffled as though underwater, filtered back with a pop - her own barking, echoing and incessant. The room swirled around her, snapped back into focus with a blink. This wasn't the wendigo, it was the monstrous creature in the asylum. She wasn't only fighting for herself, but her friends as well.
IF Kit's (or anyone else's) attack was successful in bringing down the monster, or at least hampering its progress, or if it switched attention from Sara's barking to anyone else, the shifter would attempt to leap onto its back. Instinct and aggressive orders from the beast took over, logic didn't factor in, she just reacted. The wolf snarled and tried to clamp her jaws onto the back of its neck and begin shaking her head. With any luck, she could savage it enough to at least slow it down.
IF, HOWEVER, the creature continued to fixate on her fear for herself and the others manifested differently. She continued to bark and growl, but instead of launching herself at it, the shifter spun on her heels and led the creature away down the right hallway. Adrenaline dulled the pain in her foot as she ran, her canine voice sounded out constantly, to provide a marker for it to follow at least until she was sure it was still chasing her. She hadn't thought past simply getting it away from the others, but she would try to find a place to escape it once she had led it away.
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Post by Kurodaia on Oct 8, 2017 11:56:15 GMT -6
[OOC: Hui waits a brief moment (about 3 minutes) and crawls out of hiding to make a break for it.]
He couldn't make out their words, whoever he spoke to and whatever he was saying was a mystery to him. He caught nothing and maybe it was for the best. All he could gather was that it might have been something important given the quickness. He wasn't entirely sure of who was responding to him or whether he spoke to himself. However after the loud THUNK, the man could only hope whatever was being dragged wasn't above him.
He pauses for a moment, carefully listening before crawling out of hiding. He goes to make a break for it, papers tucked under his arm and legs sprinting.
If he had been caught, he hoped the gods would have mercy on him and make it quick and painless and if he was alone, he would try to find the others. Praying quietly they would be safe.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Oct 8, 2017 14:45:02 GMT -6
[OOC: If the fight stays in the room, Faolan will back off and watch in horror, attempting to get either Ilchymis or Pandora to retreat with him. If the monster begins to chase someone down one of the corridors, he will sprint a few feet down the opposite corridor. Will continue to run should anyone join him.]
A child’s laugh, high and innocent and completely out of place, echoed through the room as the checker Sohl had thrown bounced its way back into the room and rolled noisily to a stop at the blondes feet. Something had pushed the game piece back towards the group. Had told that abomination exactly where they were...Faolan slowly stepped backwards and away from the group as the creature stood and stared in their direction, snuffling wetly.
The whine building in his throat changed to a yelp as the creature lunged for Sohl, it’s hideously long arms swinging at the boy as it screeched and howled, it’s mangled feet dragging on the linoleum as chaos descended upon the group. The monster lurched unsteadily, seemingly unperturbed by the many attacks it was receiving, and began to fixate on Sara, who was yelping and snarling in equal measures at the creature. Couldn’t they see? It wasn’t going to die - only they would die, it would just keep killing and hurting them all. It wasn’t going to stop. Panic and fear finally won Faolan over, drowning out all rational thought and plans he might have had. He needed to run. Needed to get away before it killed him.
If Pandora moves to join the fight, Faoan will attempt to hold the witch back, begging her to not attack. “Pandora, don’t-“ If the woman tears out of his grasp and leaps right into the fight, he will turn to Ilchymis. If the construct still stood next to him, the doctor would plead with the pale super in the same manner he had begged with Pandora. “Ilchymis, we’ve gotta go, it’s n-not going to stop, we need to go, now,”
Regardless of whether or not Ilchymis or Pandora listened to him, Faolan would run away from the fight. Depending on the path the monster took, assuming it followed anyone down a path at all, Faolan would sprint the short distance to the entrance of the opposite pathway (if the monster goes right, he will go left) before hovering there and watching the fight in horror, urging anyone who wasn’t battling the creature to follow him down it. However, he would not leave on his own, and would continue to stand uncertainly at the cross road. If the fight stays vaguely in the same place, he will simply retreat a few feet away.
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Post by NightshadeVII on Oct 8, 2017 15:13:23 GMT -6
{OOC: If the attempts to attack the creature is successful, Pan will join in and attempt to stab at its legs, specifically its knees, with the scalpel. If Sara begins to lead the creature down the way it came, Pan will dash after the shifter to catch up, and try to distract the creature from Sara. If she doesn't manage to distract it, she will still try to protect Sara from eventual harm and push objects into the creature's path, hoping that it might trip or slow down. Other than that, she’ll follow Sara.}
It was almost tragically comical how quickly everything could become chaos. It was surreal, how everything changed within seconds. The world was turned upside down, emotions turned inside out. Everything happened within seconds. At first it seemed like everything would be okay, that the creature would be distracted by the checkers piece and follow it down the hall they had come from, leaving them alone. And the witch had almost begun to nudge people down the direction they had chosen, knowing that they needed to move silently and quickly. But then there was the laughter. The laughter of a child that marked the beginning of a chaotic downward spiral. Had this been any other place, the sound might have been joyous, it might have reminded the witch of climbing pear trees in the summer. But here, in this place, where horrors stepped out of the mind and into the real world, that sound raked cold claws down her spine. She shivered violently, her entire body shaking. The checkers piece bounced back, impacting loudly against the floor with every innocent bounce. No. No, no, no, please! A strained whine began to build up in the witch’s throat again. This couldn't be happening! This shouldn't be happening! A knot, a hollow point began to squirm in her stomach and Pandora pressed an arm against it, wanting to curl up and wait for this nightmare to be over. She wanted to wake up now.
And then, that thing charged, straight for the young man who had thrown the checkers piece. Pandora could barely tell what was happening, as everything became a mess of fighting bodies and sounds. Everything seemed over exaggerated and muted at the same time, blurring together and becoming nonsense. The young witch hadn't even realized she had let go of Faolan. Still shaking, she tried to get the scene before her to make sense. She could see that people were fighting, being brave and trying to hold that creature off. Why the fuck hadn't she moved yet? Why was she still standing around being useless? Then she could hear the barking too. Sara. Immediately painfully aware of the lack of shifter at her side, Pandora's breath hitched. Finally finding Sara, the young witch was struck by a wave of nausea, dizziness, as she saw that the creature seemed fixated on her, lashing out at the shifter. Without thinking, she gripped the scalpel tighter. She wanted to apologize to Faolan, knowing that the doctor would object to what she thought of doing.
If the other’s attempts at distracting the creature was successful, Pandora wouldn't even need to think before joining the fight, armed with the small scalpel she had snatched from the room she woke up in. Hoping to slow it down if she could manage to cut it somewhere on its legs, preferably around the knees. But she had no skill with weapons, much less knives, so the cuts, if she manages to land them, while far from precise, would still be desperate. She would put all her energy in the cuts.
If, however, that thing continued to chase Sara where ever the shifter might lead it, Pandora would sprint after the shifter and the creature, hoping to catch up. Any object she could move, she would push into the creature’s path, wanting it to trip or at least be slowed down considerably. If she could, the young witch would do anything to keep the shifter from harm, whilst trying her best to keep up with her.
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Post by Salandis on Oct 8, 2017 16:03:20 GMT -6
[OOC: So much happen! Raine will either - Smack the creatures skull (If it tripped), Stab its back (If it goes after Sara or one of the others) and then run down the Right hall side when things go poorly]
Raine stumbled backwards as the rod was wrenched from his grasp to clatter on the floor. Black ichor had oozed from the wound, but it did not noticibly slow down. And then Ari was there, pulling on his arm. "We can't kill it! D-dont let them die for n-nothing! We-we need to run!"
A redhead scooped the rod from the ground to smack the creatures legs in an attempt to cripple it before throwing the rod back at him. With barely enough warning, Raine managed to catch the metal rod, turning back to Ari.
"This one bleeds. Ah think it can die... and if it can, we should while we have th' chance. Its not the only beastie in these walls, ah'm sure."
If the creature goes down, Raine will back up a bit. Gauging the furball, he will use the broken hinge end of his improvised weapon to smack the top of the creatures head (Since Sara would be on its back, and Kit its legs)
If the creature does not trip, and moves after Sara, Raine will take a couple of running steps and attempt to stab the creature in its back, aiming for the base of the skull/top of torso. Should that go badly, he will rebound back, grab Ari for a "You were right" and attempt to drag him right down the large open hall of probable death.
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Post by jarahamee on Oct 8, 2017 18:34:35 GMT -6
[ Cassius will defend his buddy Sara with a well-thrown knife to the throat hole. He also limps to help strike at it with the bone saw if the creature does not give chase but attacks them. ]
Cassius avoided looking at his rapidly-swelling leg. It was done for. He'd have to cut it off. Whatever hellish brand of putrification lived here was going to destroy it and him. He stayed focused, gritting his teeth, which gave him a beastly appearance. His breath came out in huffs between his bone-white teeth.
The beast chimed in unhelpfully protect, strike at the throat.
Cassius took the moment to get his balance, and then throws his knife at the creature's throat hole/face/mouth. His balance was steady. His well-muscled arm shook a little with the power of his fixation. His eyes were wild and cold sweat flowed down his neck and back. He considered his skill to be quite good, and his timing to be most excellent. He hoped it served him here.
He threw the blade at its mouthhole!
If the creature turned to attack them, rather than following Sara, he would stand his ground and parry with his bone saw, using it like a sword to attack and cleave at whatever appendages come forward at him.
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