October: All Hallows Eve

[Bastille Amtrum]

OUT OF CHARACTER FROM KATSURI

Bastille has my permission to post, do not bother her or myself about it. Thank you!

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“A Princess Bastille, you should be a Princess…” Homi giggled softly and boasted loudly.

“Since when was this a vote?!” She growled defiantly at the house mates. Even the ferret seemed to be on their side. Homi was in college now, almost graduating…so it was a shock to Bastille to see her pull out a Princess gown out of no where. Bastille narrowed her crimson hues at the pair…this had been previously planned. The entire situation reeked of conspiracy. The two however seemed almost euphoric…Bastille knew it too. They where winning.

“Bastille, for once acknowledge you have royal blood somewhere inside you and that you where made with the regality of a queen.” Homi shot coolly.

“I smoke, I did drugs for a while, I drink like a sailor, I cuss like one too, I have a tattoo on my back and my hair is dyed two different colors…you tell me what is so regal about that?!” Bastille shot back, grabbing for the scissors to cut her obnoxiously long hair.

“OH NO YOU DON’T!” Homi shot and ripped the scissors from her hand. Bastille could only sigh softly. She wasn’t getting in inch on this pair. Even though the second of that very same pair was only smirking smugly from the kitchen.

“But Homi, its too damn long…I’ll trip over it.” She hissed.

“I’ll will cut in the appropriate length, you take this and get dressed or else I’ll strip you in front of the open window.” Homi shot back with so much conviction in her voice it was obvious Bastille could argue no further. Bastille took the thing with a angry snotty snort and turned to the bathroom. She took longer then necessary, and yet when she came out she felt like she should have stayed in the bathroom longer.

Homi quickly set to cutting her hair only smiling and humming at Bastilles looks. Bastille felt a tang of nerves inside her chest and her own heart began to beat. What if she couldn’t control her temper? What if she lost her thoughts again…what if she accidentally shattered a window? Bastille bit her lip and shook her head. No…she didn’t want to go…it was too dangerous. She had a reputation to uphold. People couldn’t know how weak she had become let alone how badly her mind was off its hinges. Homi had told her however she must go. For the sake of not giving in.

So for the first time in years, Bastille put her hands together and prayed. So hard she couldn’t tell Homi was putting make up on her face or styling her hair. Bastille could feel the dress being adjusted and finally Homi put a shawl over her shoulders. With a smile Homi stood her up. Bastille looked at Homi with shock and ignored the mirror. She wouldn’t look at her self. She couldn’t. However she did catch one glance, only a side ways view of her self…she looked more like her mother then anything now…Bastille turned towards the door and walked out lighting a cigarette on the way out.

bastille


The dance was in the gym. Bastille was grinning at how classical not to mention cliché that sounded, let alone looked. She scoffed as she got out of the taxi that had driven her here, curtsey of Homi. Bastille got out and looked around. She was late, and luckily no one she knew had noticed her entrance. She quickly made her way to the wall. Wall flower suited her best. She must have missed a lot…a pity. Her curiosity was overwhelming.

Blaze…she recognized him instantly. Her heart pulsed tight in her chest and she might as well have been having a heart attack. Gripping her chest she found a seat near the refreshments table. Gabriel had cleaned up nicely, she would have to comment him on his vlad the impaler look…it was rather becoming of him. Though he actually made the outfit look less like closet dust and more like the garments of a king. There was a sailor scout which made Bastille smirked. Angels, Marvel Heroes, the typical Halloween garb. Bastille smiled wishing for once her hair was dyed all blonde so that she could call herself someone else, and possibly act like the princess she was portraying.

She had given up her fencing sword for the evening…if anyone wanted to fight her, she would simply have to ask that they reschedule for a later time. Upon many instances she thought upon the whim to ask someone to dance, but deep inside Bastille still felt like the shy girl… this wasn’t her party…this wasn’t her style…she might as well stay in the corner. She began to loose herself to thought…The music playing and drowning out the voices. Soft silk trim moved through her fingers as Bastille ran her fingers up and down the hem.

It was at this moment she decided to look up. Everyone looked so happy…so normal for once. Bastille wanted to laugh, it was ironic. She let her eyes trail to that piano kid “break” was it? He seemed well suited for the evening…as did Emily who Bastille had half a mind to go greet if not for her own outfit. Bastille turned to gaze around the room, trying hard not to use her enhanced eyes or do any reading. Any notion of a fight seemed to awaken the disease inside her mind. The ceiling and walls where all elaborately decorated. Bastille was enjoying looking at them. It truly felt like an alternate universe…one she had once dreamed for. Standing up she moved her way towards the dance floor. Her eyes only to look.

“Thank you Homi…” Bastille whispered upon making it to the edge of the dance floor.

“Thank you…”

SUDDENLY, The lights vanished and so did the music. Bastille at first thought it was her mind…had her out of control qi done this?

‘kukuku fat chance…’ her own mind hissed back at her and she sighed happy it had not been her. However she broke out into an instant sweat at the thought of what it truly could be. Strange noises where seemingly coming from every direction. Bastille moved to place her hands on her guns, but they where not there. Swiftly her hand moved to grasp at her sword, but all she managed was thin air. She looked down shocked and felt her heart skip a beat. She was unprepared. She began to look around and slowly she swallowed. It was alright…she didn’t need a gun or a sword to protect herself. Her eyes however showed the fright she was trying so hard to hide.

[Jenna Scorn]

She smiled to Katsuri, who was showing her his wonderful mask. She'd purr to him for a short moment, soon he would turn to a new female. Soon introducing this new female to Jenna. Jenna would continue to smile behind that mask, almost a grin. And creepy as it may be, Jenna wouldn't give a sound, just would raise her pawed hand and give a small wave before she'd turn to Katsuri, the larger beast before her.

This girl had obviously distracted his attention.

She gave a small sigh, but didn't have time for much else. Soon the small group, as well as everyone else in the dance was soon basking in red lights, and screams could be heard from outside. Jenna was silent for some time, blue eyes peering left and right. These sounds, she'd almost laugh.

These sounds were close to things she'd heard before, when she had been with Valekin. When he had taken her from the hospital and hid her within his warehouse, she had heard, and seen many horrible things within his home.

She smiled, her lips twitching and soon those lips would form a grin.

She'd giggle, obviously amused.

"Finally, Some excitement!!!"

[John-Baptiste]

Manic laughter filled his head, and immediately the voice became one with him. He knew what it was, and he enjoyed it. He wanted it to happen, to everyone, to himself, he praised and worshiped whatever decided to do this. As he stepped out into the crowds, the lights going off he felt at home. He would be able to pick them all off one by one in this sort of mess....... the lights went out....

The voice woke up.....

It's time John........ time for me to come out and play!

No... we need to keep calm or else we might get ourselves killed. If you don't ask for blood then--

You don't get it John, I don't want blood necessarily. I do, but that's not what I meant. I meant it's time for me to take control..... FULL control........

NO![/i]

"Yes John," The voice said, now completely in control of the body. One of the passing by people who were scared, a poor little girl in a girls vampire costume. (OOC: NPC) Ran away from the crowd to hide in a corner, what she came upon was John.... who had removed his cape, and grabbed the girl by the throat, slamming her against the wall, his nails digging into her neck. He slammed his fist into her nose, blood gushing out. He did so a few more times before tossing the girl aside, hidden by more decorations.

John stepped out, blood one one hand, hidden from obvious view due to the lights being red. Not to mention the blood could just be from a costume. Either way, the voice knew it was time to capitalize on this.... it was time to take full control of the situation, have things his way.

It was time for John to paint the walls crimson red with the blood of everyone there.

[Katsuri Katashi]

OOC:
In lieu of a posting order, I decided it was kind of pointless after all, we will be going with the same thing as last time. Post once, and only once. We will be moving on in three days. That is October 10th Eastern Standard Time.

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The doors of the gym were easily barricaded, but for what reason? The beasts were no longer at the entrance, they were not seeking their meals the straightforward way, and instead they had taken to the vents. The same low growling that had been at the doors to their ball were now above, vibrating throughout the steel channels above, sending the sound echoing into every corner of the gym. It was not the same as before though; this was far lower, as if to send a warning to those within that it was going to attack.

The pale red light that soaked the room should have been unnerving, making it almost impossible to think or see clearly, and this is why it chose to strike now, sending down a tentacle from above, wrapped in shadow so it looked as if the only thing there was the darkness seeping in. The room would have suddenly gotten very cold, and what little light there was would have become darker still, making it almost like a darkroom for photography.

These children would have finally found out why this was such a dangerous thing, as these shadows were not covering the light, they were EATING it, devouring every source they could manage to get their greedy paws on. The lasso like line of the void would have wrapped about Arthur, grabbing him tight and pulling hard, slamming him up into the vents causing the thing to fold in on itself, and then dragging him off down them away from the gym. The sounds of the metal on his suit were scraping excruciatingly loud against the vents surfaces.

The sounds that followed would have been that of latex, cloth, and even skin being shredded, followed by a loud splat before the man was shot down out of the corner of that vent just as it entered the vent and hit the ground hard. The impact was harsh enough that it had kicked up some of the polished floorboards. He would have been covered in what looked to be the slobber of rabid animal, as well as blood that was his own.. and some that just did not look right. Large streams of a mixture of green and red where leaking down from the hole the thing had created in the ceiling, another low guttural growl slipping from within, like that of a cat getting ready to attack if the bass had been kicked up ten times.

The lights flickered back on, the sounds of growling ceasing, and people now able to see the destruction that had been brought down upon poor Arthur. Near naked body had massive cuts in what looked to be the shape of teeth down his back, four, seems the thing had the poor boy in its mouth and did not like the taste. There was a rather sickening burp and the skin from the upper torso of a female was spit out on top of Arthur, the sound of the thing disappearing back down the vents the last sound out of the ordinary. Seems it did not like the taste of singed boys.

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The lights went out. Of this much he was certain, and with it came an instinct to grip not only far more tightly to the blade he had in his free hand, but to Drea which he was holding like a small child at the moment. Jenna was not forgotten either, as the man would have shifted in front of her, large leg coming back and kicking the table behind them sending it into the wall, and then slowly backing up, forcing the girl to pin herself to the wall with him in front of it. The hilt of that sword was gripped, thumb releasing the end of the sheath, and with it he would have sent his hand to the side the thing shooting off to the side.

As dull as it was, in the hands of that behemoth, the momentum he was capable of producing with it would have been more than enough to fuck up anything.. if it were mortal anyhow. Those lips parted from beneath his mask and he would have been looking from left to right, the lack of melanin in his eyes making it rather easy to adjust to the light as it could enter in through small amounts in the parts of where the color were meant to be had nothing. “Do not move from behind me…”

He would have preferred to have hoisted Jenna up as well, but that would not work well if he needed to protect himself and them. Others were already trying to call back attention to get him to guard them but he did not move from where he was, right now fumbling around in almost no light was enough to get you fucked up, and he was not going to risk it. Despite the fact he had no idea what was going on, he was rigid, stiff, unmoving, he was not afraid of the dark, and he sure as hell was not going to let those he had long ago promised to protect to be gathered up in this.

Sara was the only other one here he had to worry about, and with Matrim here he figured she would be fine.. unless he was incompetent. “I am over here. Against the wall. I am not moving.” People could say what they wanted, but there were two very good reasons why he was not moving, one in his arm, the other behind him. He had several hundred pounds of metal layered on him come to think of it. He’d have set poor Drea down and ushered her back behind him as well, both hands now going onto the hilt of that dulled blade. That’s when the lights flickered on.

[Arthur Ð]

Arthur growled, his voice amplified and accentuated by his modulator. His suit was torn apart, leaving barely any of him covered. His body covered in the burn wounds he sustained not too long ago but still looked fresh enough. The covering of the beasts own fluids as well as his own blood would have no doubt created some serious fears in his on lookers, but the machine mask covering his entire lower jaw plus the hole where his nose once was, would have made him look like some kind of freak.

Trying to move into a standing position, pain shot across his back and caused Arthur to fall forward on one knee. Once more sending out an amplified growl as his hand shot up to clasp his shoulder. Twisting his head as much as he could to inspect his back, Arthur saw the damage, at least partially. The respirator keeping his breathing steady, Arthur tenderly felt along his back with both hands, issuing a stream of curses as he realised the extent of the damage and when he retracted his fingers, he saw them covered in his own blood.

"Fuck." Arthur called out with his modulator. Staying still on one knee, he debated with himself what action he would take. He wanted to keep going, he wanted to get revenge for what had transpired. But like he was, he couldn't do much. Think. Think. Arthur just looked down to the burns that covered his body. Fire. Cautorise. Fuck, this'll hurt.

Arthur rose his hands to his back, one near the base, the other near his shoulder, in the same direction as the claw marks on his back. And from there, he pumped out his bioelectricity, creating a sort of net, as he seared his back further. Calling out in pain, Arthur felt pain course across his back where the electricity struck it. Not as effective as a wave of fire but it was slowly doing the job of sealing the wound enough to stop the bleeding.

And once Arthur felt he had sealed enough, he unsteadily got to his feet. Placing a hand against the wall to steady himself. Staring out across at everyone else in the hall. Here he was, exposed. Most of his clothing torn off, revealing a body covered in horrible burns, as well as monsters vomit and his own blood. His ears were missing, the shape of the mask that covered his lower jaw and nose would make it semi evident his nose was also missing. And since almost everyone present was unaware of his condition, the first conclusion is the horrific injuries that Arthur displayed, was caused by the monster.

[Gilgamesh Magnius]

Gilgamesh looked around, he heard things, screams.. shrieks, he shook his head and cracked his neck.

"well.. this is a party!" He smiled, grabbed a drink, chugged it and laughed. "Now, Lets get this party Started!"

Gilgamesh tripped while moving backwards.

He backed up to the wall next to Katsuri.

Katsuri was fucking GINORMOUS! He looked up to him.. Litteraly. Gilgamesh looked at Katsuri.

nudged him to get his attention, somewhat.

"Back to back?" Gilgamesh smiled at him, this small average guy working with this big tall beefed guy?... Damn son. Gilgamesh waited for his answer while keeping a few of the beasts back.

Gilgamesh was wearing no shirt now, all he had was a black muscle shirt he didn't have his jacket at all. He started to think.

"What do they want?... Food?" He was deep in thought of this, not knowing of what was going on.

He looked around still, making sure he was somewhat safe, next to the big beast of DOOM? who wouldn't be safe?
(OOC:Katsuri, Gilgamesh is going to call you BBD from now on XD)

Gilgamesh was half way to drunk town at this point, he was starting to use the drunken fist techniques. He learned it from a few friends of his. The drunken fist is realy unpridictable. He wasn't a master of it, but he could use it.

Gilgamesh wanted to kill something... maybe... some one?

Gilgamesh laughed and held his arm,rt since when he fell over and landed on it.

He endured the pain and shook it off. He looked at Katsuri.

"BBD? What the hell are these things?" He asked him. "Experiments?"

Was the damn science club responsible? the Science class?... Or maybe the Art and Science classes?... Biology?

Gilgamesh was astounded by his own thoughts..

(OOC:Need to add more i will later I need to get to fracking Class. Ill finish it when i get home.)

[Kazuya Hikari]

Alex's eyes shifted as he pulled his mask off and gazed around the ballroom, but froze the minute he heard the low growling reverberate through the room, almost like the beasts were above them, as he slowly lifted his head up, his eyes staring straight up at the ventilation shaft located above them. He noticed from the corner of his eye a girl latch onto the back of Emily, though his attention was focused more on the sounds coming from above. This time however, the growls were even lower than before, as Alex locked gazes with Emily, a grimaced look on his face. He felt the room suddenly become very cold and darker, almost like all the light from the room was disappearing. And then the lights went out. "Stay close to me." He said quietly, his left hand holding onto hers, his right hand gripping the dull kunai, prepared to use it in case he had to. He saw something... or someone, get yanked up and disappear into the darkness of the ceiling. The sound of metal scrapping against metal dominated much of the sound inside the gym, followed by a low guttural growl as Alex's eyes narrowed not in fury, but in concentration.

A loud splat was heard, but no one could really make out who or what it was that fell. And then the lights came back on. What occurred next could only be described as pure chaos. Horrified screams and shouts broke out, as Alex gave Emily's hand a gentle squeeze. A sickening burp followed by a peach colored blur dropping down from the ceiling, as high-pitched screams came into the mix, the crowd recoiling back, pushing those behind them back, it was enough for Alex to see what had happened, since he was quite tall. What he saw would stay buried in his mind for the rest of his life. One of the guys was injured beyond belief, but that wasn't what Alex was looking at. The skin from the upper torso of a female was lying on top of the guy, as Alex grimaced in pure disgust. "How horrific..." He was gripping the kunai in his hand so tightly, his entire hand was shaking, but not in fright. Alex was anything but frightened right now.

[Drea]

Drea shivered - constantly - and she heard the calls of others in the dark. Despite the fact that she was in a ridiculous amount of danger, she could feel the world sort of... fall away from her. As though she were separated from it by a barrier of sorts.

So, when Katsuri set her down and ushered her behind him, she went wordlessly - even her trembling had stopped. As she stood behind him - next to the other girl, Miss Jenna - the world went black. She'd fainted. She didn't fall or anything - her body just kind of stood there as she fell into the darkness.

Within moments, though, she opened her eyes again - this time, much more comfortable and confident, though she did wince with the realization of the damage to her legs and the situation with the dance.

"Damn, Drea," the girl dressed in Chinese clothing said, "Just how much trouble can you get into?"

Sin scowled, before glaring down at the complicated dress. She'd need to be able to move in case the monster - or whatever the hell it was - came her way. As it was, her legs were damaged. She couldn't have the dress hindering her, too.

Without further ado, she moved as nimbly as she could in the interstice formed between Katsuri, Jenna, and the wall to take off the outer garments of the dress. Within moments, several layers had been neatly folded and placed on a nearby table. She herself was clothed in a sports bra and the leggings Drea had worn beneath the whole getup.

She wasn't as concerned about the clothes getting ruined - or even over the boy being injured - as she was about getting herself, her sister, and her guardian out of the damned dance hall.

"Katsuri." she tried to tap on his back through the many layers of metal. "What can you deduce about this situation?"

Even as she spoke, numerous myths and horror stories relevant to the eve of November filled her mind.

[Mitsukai]

Mitsukai's grip tightened on David's hand as she took a deep breath, trying to stop herself from having a massive panic attack. If she allowed her fear to control her now she was bound to slip up and possibly get them both killed. NOW wasn't the time to panic. Not while they were all trapped in this room like rats, with whatever it was just outside the door. There had to be a way out of this mess if only she could THINK! We should be okay for a few minutes she had tried to reassure herself. The door sepreating that thing from us has been blocked off, it might hold for a little while. If only she could do something! With no knowledge of the school grounds Mitsukai had no way of knowing what might might be the safest route out of the school to lead anyone to safety, she had no weapons of which to defend herself or anyone else with in battle, not to mention it would probably be a challenge to fight in her current outfit -_-.

The growling started again. This time however, it was not coming from the entrance. It was coming from above. Shit the vents! The screeching of metal on metal and screaming could be heard as one of the students had been pulled up to the vents by one of the monsters before he was spit back out. He had been badly injured but was still alive. The monster vanished, hiding out of sight. Things were becoming worse by the second. With the monster now lurking in the vents it was only a matter of time before it would come after someone else.

Letting go of David's hand Mitsukai steadied her nerves and went into a fighting stance. Readying herself for the next attack. Since there was no way out of this place there was no other choice but to stand and fight. She refused to quiver in fear as nothing more then weak prey.

[Reira DeMorvick]

Shit started to go down and Reira really wasn’t following any of it. All she knew was that they were locked in, it was eerily red, it was cold, and she was freaking high. So on top of all the crazy things that were happening, her eyes were also playing various illusions to her. She could’ve sworn she saw creepy shadows running around making the place that much darker. Damn little shadow dudes! Gabriel and other guys began barking out orders as she was dragged along. Gabe wouldn’t let go of her hand, which was fine by her, she didn’t want to leave him either. Though…she didn’t know how helpful she could be right now.

Worried for Mischa she tried to look for the girl in the crowd. So hopeless. Oh look, more shadow people! Glaring at one, she shivered at the sudden drop in temperature. Her breath could be seen in front of her. "This reminds me of the time when I could see ghosts.” She laughed slightly, to no one in particular. Then she found herself jumping at the sudden growl that came from above. The fuck was going on here? Standing perfectly still, she watched with wide eyes as a large, black tentacle busted from the ceiling and grabbed a random student. Minutes later, the lights flicked back on….it took her awhile to adjust to that…but when she looked again that boy was horribly mutilated and, eww was that some women’s skin on him? Her mouth shaped into a comical O.

This is a joke? Damn good joke! Holy crap I’m actually thinking this is real. These Halloween coordinators are fucking fantastic! Those look like real tits!

“Duuude,” Reira said slowly, calmly, and a little out of it. “That was fucking intense.”

High times, tsk tsk.

[Charles Bass]

Charles leaned against the wall as everyone panicked and tried locking the doors. Yeah... that was a good plan. Barricade yourselves when the doors are locked already and you can’t escape. Smart move. He grabbed a smoke from his pocket, lit it and stared at everyone scream and such. Then... some crazy shit happened. Well, crazier than before. Charles just stared blankly as the light was getting eaten by shadows and it was getting colder.

His brows perked, when a student was brought up by a tentacle thing and “spit” back out. He was all hurt and stuff....and some other odd shit was done to him.
Well, the stuff going on was definitely different and strange; unless that was some bad weed. He took a drag of his cigarette and just started ignoring everyone. The only person he was trying to get the attention of was getting held on by Gabriel. It still made him smile thinking about how Reira stuck up for him, and not her boyfriend.

Yet, there was always a reason why a girl would stick up for him. He was....Chuck Bass.

[Masaru]

The red lights made Masaru's eyesight only get worse. Red images of everyone he was around was making him sick. Yet again, being drunk didn't help in the whole bad eyesight thing. What was he to do? This whole 'Halloween Party' business seemed to go totally different from what he thought it would be. What exactly was he expecting, you ask?

(Masaru's mental image of what he thought the party would be like)

Masaru walked into the party, Some funky yet oddly appealing music playing in the background. The place decorated nicely, the people friendly and discussing their costumes, complimenting Masaru/others on their costumes, or dancing. Masaru, not being the dancing type, would walk over to a table. Grabbing a drink, which wasn't spiked, mind you, he sat down.

After a bit people he knew would come in, and sat next to Masaru at his table, and they began to reminisce and talk battle strategy the rest of the night. If they were lucky, someone may bring a strategy game to the party or something. Then things would be rolling!

(Back to reality)

Well, life was nothing like that right now. First of all, someone spiked the drink, and Masaru became drunk. Then, the only comrade he knew had ditched him for her boyfriend. Next, The lights flickered off, and it was likely someone was killed right outside the party. The only good thing that happened today was Masaru's revelation about his Qi... Though most of that probably wasn't going to last in his noggin for too much longer...

Enough time wasted on thinking, something was happening here! The next thing Masaru knew, the growling started coming from above. Suddenly a tentacle like thing came out of the vents. He didn't know precisely what it was, but whatever it was, it was eating the light! Before Masaru lost his sight, he saw it reach down and grab a familiar looking dude. Roy(AKA Arthur)?

Black out. Masaru assumed a ready position, his vitals protected by his Leather trench coat that he had over the Sora costume he had on. Some scraping sound could be heard above his head, then tearing.

Next thing he knew, the lights were back up, and Roy lay on the ground with not much clothing left on him, the wounds looked pretty bad and not like any animal markings Masaru knew of. Next, a half of a young lady came flying down from the vents. You could hear the beast taking a temporary retreat down the vents.

Masaru felt helpless... What could he do? He ripped a part of his costume off and wrapped it around his eyes. Now his Qi could focus. Yes, he could only see organic things from only a close distance, a couple of meters, he wanted to protect his safety first. If he saw the thing in his "vision", he would run the other direction as fast as possible. What else was there to do? His strategic side told him when there was no seen chance of victory, run while you still have your life, and perhaps attack again some other time.

Victory can still be achieved as long as one is alive, eventually. Though he knew there was a chance that if he didn't help to defeat the beast, it was likely they might all die. Think, think!

The Electricity! Perhaps there was still some left in the Sound Mix position where Gilgamesh was working on the electrics. After all, it wasn't the schools power that was running through there. Perhaps some of Roy's electric power was still running through the wiring, and that could be a useful weapon. Masaru unwrapped his eyes and ran towards the Sound Mix Position/Control Booth

[Mischa Badoer]

He smiled and it comforted her a lot. Especially when everyone was just in a havoc. He took her hand and she his. Mischa would help push tables just as everyone else did... well most people. At least some people were taking lead and trying to help their fellow populace. That, until the light disappeared and it got cold. Mischa would get closer to Victor and would try to warm up near him. Then some guy was sucked up by some creature or something... and thrown back to the ground injured.

HOLY

SHIT!

THAT

IS

NOT

RIGHT!

Mischa's eyes went bugged eyed. Her grip on Victor's hand tightened. Yeah, the girl had killed people and had seen some crazy shit.... but this just beat everything that she had seen. Well, getting electrocuted by a possessed Reira was pretty fucked up too... BUT STILL! This just took the cake. Mischa was hoping the tentacle thing wasn't strong enough to pick up two people... if not, she was going to hold onto Victor with her dear life.

"That.... wins award for epic dance failures... like.... totally lame... and biiiig kill-joy." the way she spoke sounded as if she was kidding... but she was nervous, therefore she would rant.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel would watch in horrific awe keeping assured that Reira was behind him all the while Arthur was victimized and being torn to shreds. The sounds of clattering and clustering about in the vents was not of any human he'd known. Gabriel's gaze shifted to see who was behind him. Victor, Katsuri and Alex all grouped quite neatly protecting the others. Good he'd have to trust that much.

"Katsuri, I'm going to trust you to keep an eye on the others." Gabriel barked back to him as respectfully as could be managed under the situation. He wanted to trust Katsuri however the man egged him on at every turn demorilizing his troops rather than support the cause now would be his chance to make something of it.

"Victor take Reira and Mischa there." He signaled to Katsuri's defensive position.

Time for Gabriel to play hero tactics as Arthur's mutilated figure would collapse from the vents. Not a second later Gabriel had already taken off to rest by the man's side.

"Man you're fucked up..." Gabriel's eyes traced the wounds, "This is going to hurt a bit but trust me it'll stop any infections...And might give you cancer."

Gabriel drew his bokken channeling the Qi through it to make a heated blade. With it he'd place it against open wounds and festering sores. He'd be doubly burnt now but not dead, it was always a good option.

(-10 Cha)

[Alexis Seran]

Alexis stood there still, as others rushed about. The light was getting "eaten" and it was all just messed up. So, she agreed with herself, she shouldn't have come tonight. She doesn't have any friends here or anything... which was a bonus on top of her being scared shitless.

Toaster strudel then was sucked up by a creature or some shit and torn up and all that jazz. Poor toaster strudel... he was all burnt and now he had cuts. Sucky indeed.

There was constant skittering in the vents above them. Maybe they should have focused on the vents and not at the already locked doors. Or they should have just broke down the windows and run into the...... apparently run into the abyss.

Where the fuck is the world?

0.o Never thought she would ask a question like that.

Great...

I want a hug aaaand want to go home...

She would watch as Gabriel approached the boy and would want to close his cuts with a sword... add that to the list of Situational Irony.