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Post by Sharei on Jan 8, 2019 10:07:38 GMT -6
[OOC: Dust sees Moira and immediately gives chase. He ignores the drop she left and goes after her directly. He shouts her name.]
"Moira?"
The name dropped from his lips like a stone into a still pond. It shattered any thoughts about where they were, their mission, or the safety of the others, leaving only the raw emotion of an unresolved pain lingering in his expression. Dust took a stumbling step in the woman's direction as she pushed something beneath the boards of the porch, unable to take his eyes off her. She looked so alive, but that couldn't be true. He'd watched her die. And yet...
"Moira!"
She turned and looked at him. It was a solemn stare, wordless, but one directly out of his memory. He could picture it coming through the bars of his window's door as she looked at him, measuring the damage the trainers had done; stony-faced; hard to read.
"Wait! Come back-" he yelled as she turned away. Dust sprinted after her. Even weakened it didn't take him long to clear the distance. He knew somewhere that it was probably a trap, that this couldn't be Moira, not really, but his heart was beating fast and the traumatic emotions of her death were playing havoc with his ability to think. She was the source of - everything. And if she was somehow alive-
He thought of the body of that wolf that had helped them, impaled with silver and left twisted on the steps. It overlaid with Moira's destroyed body in the yard of the compound. His pulse quickened with fear.
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Post by jarahamee on Jan 8, 2019 15:35:53 GMT -6
(Cassius requests to be left here, and given a weapon to hold. He does not think he will survive much longer, and trying to move him will reduce their chances of survival)
The blood loss was not helped by pressure or bandaging. The teeth of those canines must have had something that interfered with clotting. It was a shame, but he was dying now. Soon, the shock would become overwhelming, and he'd go unconscious, then die. He had seen it many times before, and he knew it was going to happen now. His body shivered. He felt cold. A core coldness, a sleepiness he knew was trying to lull him into the comfort of death. It was almost pleasant.
He gathered his thoughts; they were murky now, his head was going fuzzy, and he knew he would not be able to walk well, even if he wanted to. He had lost too much blood. Finally, he was ready to speak, or perhaps, to protest, as Sara placed his body against the seat. His body. That body. She wanted him to hang on. It was a kind thought, but he knew, unrealistic.
He cleared his throat;
"Do not worry about me. Leave me here with a weapon to hold."
The others had somewhere to go, and perhaps, a night to survive. It was a shame it had to end that way. They might have had an entertaining night had they appeased this deity the way she wished to be appeased, but it was far too late now. They had gone down the path of destruction, and nothing awaited them but destruction. He struggled to keep his eyes open, and fight the loss of consciousness. A part of him knew, even if he had a weapon in his hand, he would hardly be able to protect anyone, even himself, but the simple thought of holding something was comforting.
To die standing. A warrior's death.
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Post by kilnarak on Jan 9, 2019 2:37:57 GMT -6
[ After killing the dog, Ari attempts to help edge out of the crawlspace - if he won't get out on his own, Ari will attempt to drag him out. Once they're all out, he'll try to help Raine with the dogs around him. ]
Ari hooked his claws into the dog-thing savaging the other boy's wing, yanking it back and away from him. It rounded on him and he rolled to his back, as it lunged atop him, snapping for his throat, he kicked hard with his back legs, his metallic claws hooking into it's midsection. A normal animal would have been gutted, but the dog-thing's desiccated body shredded almost too easily under the assault. It felt... brittle? He wasn't sure if it was due to his newfound strength or not, but the creature's hindquarters ripped away with his kick, falling bloodlessly to the side.
He shoved the top-half of the creature off of him and rolled back to his feet in the narrow corridor. He could hear metal screeching and banging together - louder than the dog-things in the machinery, so he assumed it was from the lever being pulled instead. He worried about the space they were in closing off, images of their bodies crushed and mangled in the machine flashing through his mind. His skin twitched with a flinch under his costume, and he crept forward toward the downed boy, offering a low but insistent prrt? in hopes of getting him up and moving. They needed to get out of this space. If Edge didn't move fast enough, he would take matters into his own paws and lean forward to carefully 'scruff' the back of the boy's costume - catching it in his teeth - and would drag him backward, out of the crawlspace.
There was one more lever, wasn't there? He hoped Raine had that one covered... And if there were anymore dogs in the way... well that one had gone easy enough. So long as he was quick with his claws and teeth, he could hopefully deal with any others on the way out and then get to helping Raine with the last of them...
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Jan 9, 2019 13:50:04 GMT -6
[OOC: zavijah aids Sara in moving Cassius onto the bus, she gives Cassius the Razor that shes been holding onto this entire time from whenever Cassius took a Razor to the mouth, then calls to whose left that they need to keep moving. goes towards the dashboard of the bus and waits for the other two to come over. Grimaces that the kind one yells out a name she knows not of and seems to run away, but cannot go to aid for she did not want to leave Sara alone, nor fall right back into the Knight's grasp, seeing he was slowly walking towards them. urges that they need to go now]
zavijah:
“Y’alreet Cass.. we ‘ave ya, divvint give up on us now.”
she watched as Sara moved to try and help the officer before she moved in to help Sara move him onto the strange metallic corridor on wheels. she nodded in response to the graduated. . . as little as she was, she tried her best to take as much of his weight as possible, seeing at she had been bitten into by those creatures. when they reached one of the strange seats closer to the front end of this metalic corridor, she carefully helped Officer Lucidus. “Careful, set ‘im down,“ Sara instructed.
when Sara announced she was going to look ahead, zavijah glanced over towards her direction. " take care not to take flight too far. . . ." she replied. before she turned into a bat and scrambled away to fly ahead of them to survey the land. . .her ear then twitched as Officer Lucidus cleared his voice abit weakly.
"Do not worry about me. Leave me here with a weapon to hold." he stated
she glanced at the officer. . . . .quietly taking in the reality that he was more then likely not going to make it. . . .he was going to die. . .he has accepted that he was going to die . . and was asking for a weapon to hold. . .he requested a Guardian's death. . .weapon. . .weapon . . .the blade. . . she looked and searched on her person for the small blade she had kept, before finding it in her bucket. . .she sighed grabbing the razor. "I apologize, Officer Lucidus. . . . I. . fear this is all that I have to offer. . . " she replied, before carefully placing the small razor in his hand, the blade pointed away from his palm. . . funny how it appeared in his mouth to cut into him and harm him. . . just to end up in his hand to act as his weapon apon last standing. "I thank you for all that you've done. . . and I apologize for have failing you. . . . oþþæt sé beonna feores, sylfum gewill unc smeolt leórendness, Officer Lucidus. . . . (until the next life, 'self used as I' wish you peaceful passing, Officer Lucidus. . . .)"
she quietly turned towards the other two, quietly taking a deep breath. . . the one with the bird mask and Sara's beloved. the kind one was outside still, for some reason. . ." we need to go. . .for we do not have long to linger, nor shall we allow their passing be in vain. . . " she stated, before walking towards the front of the metalic corridor and climbing onto the strange panel(dashboard) "I will aid you up. . . " she added. . . she looked around the surrounding area, seeing indeed there was a building in the distance, and grass that stood taller then they. . . she looked for auras and listened cafefully for sounds. . .anything. . . if its not being that hunt after them, perhaps there are traps that would lie and wait for the unfortunate being to step apon them. . .
"Moira?"
her ear twitched.
"Moira!"
she glanced back to see the kind one running away towards the side, before seeing the gleam of the armored being in the distance. . . she grimaced. if she goes back to aid, she stands a high chance of being grabbed yet again by the armored being. . . and she would have abandoned Sara on her own. . . for she knows not what the other two will do. . . she glanced back towards the tall grass still looking for what creatures might lure within.
"we cannot linger. . .we cannot abandon Sara on her own. . ." she urged. she looked around for a stick she might be able to use just incase there were traps hidden among the grass while she listens and looks among the grass for auras or sounds.
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Post by MP on Jan 9, 2019 16:34:00 GMT -6
[ OOC: Aaron attempts to clear a straight path through the grass with a laser beam so they can carry Cass with better visibility. He’s interrupted by Dust’s shout and goes after him instead.]
Aaron kept watch as Sara flitted over the field, alert for any movement that might suggest a flying predator. He was ready with a warning - and atomic breath - for anything that tried. But when nothing happened, he turned his eyes to the grass instead. No visibility. They could hide anything in there. Monsters, traps, who knew what else. They couldn’t carry a wounded man through that.
“We’ll find something in the nurse’s office,” he encouraged Cassius, checking the soaked bandages with a sinking feeling. “Hang in there.”
Then he clambered through the window, surveying the field from a closer angle. Faster. Cassius wouldn’t last much longer.
Drawing in a deep breath, Aaron unleashed the laser in a careful line, trying to carve as wide and long a swath toward the school as he could. If they disturbed anything in the grass, this was a choke point, and the best place from which to do it. All too soon, his lungs gave out, and Aaron took in another breath to try again.
There was a shout before he could. Aaron turned in time to see Dust stagger forward, staring into the distance. He processed the word - the name - confirmed the empty street at the moment the Genasi bolted.
“Dust! Stop!” he shouted, struggling back through the window. Then, to the companions huddled around Cassius, “Go, get him inside.”
The dogs were still out there. The knight was gaining on them. Cassius was bleeding out on the floor, and the group couldn’t afford to wait for Dust.
Aaron went after him at a sprint, giving his all to close the distance. The Genasi had a significant lead, so he ran for where Dust was looking rather than where he was. If he could intercept him, he might still snap him out of whoever it was he’d really seen.
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Post by Marshmallow on Jan 10, 2019 6:08:53 GMT -6
[OOC: Hahn also notices Dust running away from the bus, panics and calls out to him to come back. He barely even glances back at the others before chasing after the Genasi, right on Aaron's heels.]
Might make words later but too buh right now.
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Post by Salandis on Jan 12, 2019 1:52:31 GMT -6
[OOC: Raine, presuming that lever 3 has been pushed, will throw his weight against lever 4 in an effort to start the room and (hopefully) save the party.]
The hounds were closing in. Raine was hitting them, killing them. The machine around him was, as best as he could manage, untouched by the lasers of his eyes. But they kept coming, in numbers beyond what he could have imagined. Where were they all coming from? How many were there? Was there no end to them?
The rest of the group was at lever 3, fighting to extract from the cubby hole. The machinery had shifted, but not as much – had they managed to pull the lever completely? Either way, he couldn’t afford to get too far away from this lever, the fourth. But the hounds were relentless.
He reached for the lever, fumbling slightly as he could not stop his own assault on the hounds. They were getting closer, and he wouldn’t be able to hold them off… but maybe he could finish this room first. Finding the grip, he threw his weight hard against it, risking looking away from the hounds to throw his full body weight against it. He could only hope it would move.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Jan 28, 2019 16:59:42 GMT -6
He had known it would kill her. The knowledge did not make it any easier to watch the jaws descend, and the wendigo thrashed and swore and spat with an intense hatred as the teeth snapped shut around Kitty. He could taste her blood on his tongue, and there was a sadistic pleasure thrumming through his veins that was not his own, and his shouts became all the more outraged for it. He didn't feel that way - he didn't want to feel that way about her death. It disgusted him to be feeling even the smallest shred of
He should have killed her himself - she suffered because of his weakness. The hatred was split between himself and the shadow thing. The wendigo's pupils narrowed to paper thin slits as his packmate crumbled to dust, and he cursed the creature in a ragged yell. And then, abruptly, his yell was one of pain, as his finger snapped.
“Fuck!” the curse slipped from his lips before he could help himself. The creature was still nattering on, but he was too busy glaring at the snapped digit and the shadowy face to pay proper attention. As if he cared what it said..
He fell stubbornly silent as another finger was broken just as brutally, his jaw clenching and eyes narrowed to pale slits. He wouldn't give it what it wanted, which was his fear, or a reaction. But it became progressively harder to stay stoney faced, as as his ankle was wrenched entirely in the wrong direction. He jerked, and then grit his teeth so hard it sent pangs of pain through his skull. When his kneecap shattered there was a pained grunt from the wendigo, and a muttered insult, which became a shout as his skin caved in.
He barely listened to the creatures ramblings. The pain was intense and his pulse thundered loud in his ears even as he was dropped to the floor. Even so, he was appraising the situation - the creature looked more tangible - able to be hurt, perhaps. It was worth a try, he decided. He was going to die regardless, might as well take the bastard down a peg or two if he could.
“I ain't,” he finally grit out, letting the pressure build beneath his skin. His fingers, broken as they were, lengthened, the claws thickening, the fangs in his mouth elongating as his entire body realigned. “-A FUCKIN DEER!"
And he wasn't, as he shifted to his monstrous form. Bloody, battered, with shattered, caved legs, mangled tongue and broken fingers, but he still had his teeth and his antlers and his claws, and he attacked in vicious flurry, using all three to maul and injure in any way possible.
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Post by NightshadeVII on Jan 31, 2019 2:15:35 GMT -6
[OOC: Edge thanks Ari for saving him and moves out of the tunnel. He will make no move to remove Kira. Upon exiting, he will approach Raine to help, attempting to keep the dogs at bay, using his fancy schmancy blade arm to either wound or kill them.]
For a moment, he froze, feeling teeth clamp shut around his wing, digging into flesh without mercy. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to scream with pain or fear, he couldn’t bring himself to exclaim or snarl, all sounds were stuck in his throat welling up but never getting further, held back by the almost existential dread that rushed through his veins like a tidal wave. Thoughts froze, becoming more of a hazy picture than anything coherent he could hold on to. Edge didn’t know what to or what he could do. Actually, he didn’t know if he should do anything at all. The dread dragging down his spine becoming the only thing he could focus on, as it immobilized him. He knew it was his mind playing tricks on him, but those teeth felt far too much like hands, cold and sharp, digging into his flesh, trying to tear his wing off. More than anything, he wanted this to be some kind of nightmare, to know that it wasn’t real, but he felt the pain, felt the teeth tearing at him in violent jerks.
The darai didn’t realize for how long he had been still, enduring the tearing, until it stopped. Immediately he turned, looking where the dog used to be, instead seeing the panther boy. A tired, grateful smile touched his lips and he inclined his head in a nod. “Thank you…”, He said, and even if it was the only words he could manage at the moment, they were genuine, weighted with sincerity. Then when the panther nudged him, Edge nodded, understanding what he meant. He looked down at the bat clinging to him, checking her for injuries, hoping she had avoided the claws and snapping jaws of the dogs.
“We gotta go…”, Edge spoke softly to Kira, despite the fact that he was panting, sweating and verging on panic, he never rose his voice when addressing the small bat creature clinging to him. Gently he placed a hand on her shoulder, just a brief, careful touch, “Ready, Kira?” He waited for a moment, so the bat could take in what he had said, before beginning to make his way out of the crawlspace. All the while, he held on to Kira, wanting to be sure that she didn’t fall, or he didn’t drop her. However, his grip was loose, so if Kira wanted to let go, he wouldn’t stop her.
The moment they were out, Edge saw the red head struggle with the dogs that were steadily closing in on him, coming from all sides. He needed help. A shuddering breath pushed past Edge’s lips, he didn’t want to have to do this, but he couldn’t just leave the panther and the red-head to fend for themselves. His wing disappeared, taking away some of his defense, but also preventing the dogs from getting hold of it again. “I’m going to go over and help them,”, Edge looked down at Kira, “It’s alright if you want to let go.” For a moment, the darai waited for Kira’s decision. Then he ran over to join the fray, despite having no experience with it. Trying his best to stay calm, he aimed for heads, chests or legs, knowing he needed to wound or kill them if they wanted to have any chance against them. If Kira decided to cling on to him, he’d be doing his best to shield her from the dogs.
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Feb 18, 2019 19:56:37 GMT -6
[Kira lets go of Edge so he can help Raine. She waits and watches in terror as the boys go in to fight the dogs.]
Kira clung desperately to the front of the other child's costume, pressing herself as tightly as she could against the hard armored plating of the Voltron suit. All around her was chaos, more blood and shouts of pain, growling, gnashing jaws, and a blur of twisted metal. Her face turned once to the side, glimpsing a flash of smiling fangs before burying her muzzle back into the Voltron kid's chest. This was all a dream, it had to be, she'd never experienced anything this terrifying in her life. Not even in her worst nightmares, unless this was her worst nightmare...
Beneath her grip, she could feel the wrenching jerks of the boy's shoulders as something attacked him from behind. She willed her own healing ability, unsure if it would still work, to do her bidding. Hoping against hope that she was at least doing something to help the situation. Through the fog of fear in her mind, she could focus on that, focus...focus.
Then, suddenly, it stopped. And they were moving again. There was an exhausted "Thank you" spoken by the one she clung to, and they began to work their way through the metal until finally they were out of the confined space. Kira risked one more glance and saw that they hadn't made it out of the worst of the chaos just yet. The voice spoke again above her, gentle but tired.
"I'm going to go over and help them. It's alright if you want to let go."
Kira looked up, eyes wide with fear and unsure of what exactly she wanted. Usually she was told, not given a choice. But this was as close as she would get to knowing what to do, and only hesitated a moment before releasing her grip on the boy to slide back to the ground. Her feet touched cold metal and she shrank to a trembling hunch, wings pulled tight to her costumed body and tail curled around her legs. Even the little plastic prison ball was tangled around one foot, forgotten and weak with its fake-weight appearance. The boy wasted no time running to the aide of the red-head, where more of the fanged things were closing in. She remained frozen where she was, ears flattened to her head to stare with wide, golden eyes at the struggle.
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