EDIT: Case in point.
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I draw too much shit for this RP...*doodle doodle*
EDIT: Case in point.
EDIT: Case in point.
Clearly I favor my left side more. Or I have a massive melon.
Either way, I see Eika missed her opportunity to princess Hunter off into the sunset.
Either way, I see Eika missed her opportunity to princess Hunter off into the sunset.
Scallop's post said
Annoying ass torture
It took four rereads before I understood that line's context.
Shiinen said
That moment when I fell asleep in the middle of replying.
I visualize your post just degenerating into 8 pages of fddddddddddddddd from your head hitting the keyboard.
Speaking of, glad you're feeling better L-A
Tokki said
TAHT IS ADORABLE.<3/glomp/
*is glomped* I couldn't NOT draw it after the visual was in my head.
Tokki said
blake.. blake u didn't chant hard enough.......one day hunter, one day
Hunter was trained to hide in the worst of situations. His stealth and survival techniques meant if he was ever caught in the wild, he'd survive, where others would die. He could make the smallest shadow work for him, he could disappear into a nook and reestablish Overwatch if his position was ever compromised. He was a phantom of death.
Except when someone pointed at him, waved their arms, and started yelling "HEY SOMEONE ELSE IS ALIVE!" like a complete doof.
"No, stop, be qui-!"
OR when two guys kicks in a door like Rambo, and begin also yelling and chanting. Hunter paled as demons scrabbled over the window next to him, attracted to all the noise as everyone seemed to take up positions...behind him. The sniper did a double take at the boys and familiars.
"W-wait a minute, you guys aren't knights?!"
The demons kicked through the glass, causing the sniper to panic fire at point blank. He finally noticed why one was chanting. He had ensnared a larger demon that was trying to climb up to them from the courtyard. The smaller demons, however, were flooding over, and Hunter finally heard the one thing he wished he would never hear: The empty click of his pistol running out of ammo. He couldn't summon Voracia, he'd just end up passing out and she'd burn upon entry. Shields, familiars everywhere, chanting, roaring, what was happening?! The sniper was in control of his situation not 30 seconds ago, and now there was chaos, he had no weapon, and demons surged around him. The boy winced as a blinding light hit his eyes from the courtyard, and his reflexes kicked in. Spinning around, he tried to yell at the others, only to hit the ground as one of the wicked blobs leaped onto his back, sinking teeth into his shoulder.
"AAUUGH!"
The shockwave was minimal, but it was still felt as the light beamed through the building, incinerating all the demons in it's path. Hunter coughed as the scent of ash filled the hallway, then...silence. His shoulder burned as the sniper laid on the ground for a moment, trying to soak in all the new information. The demons were...well, gone in a manner of speaking. Embers and ash drifted through the hallway of the library, and the sound of combat outside had ended. The boy stood up, holding one hand to his shoulder as he went into observation mode. It wasn't one of the boys he was with, no student could have mustered up that kind of power. A teacher? No...well, maybe, but no teacher he knew of. He finally recognized who he was with as his thoughts came together.
Stephen Jelly. The last name was apt. The boy seemed scared of everything and the sight of blood was enough to have him sweating in the Tamer classes. He was clueless to a lot of small details, cynical, and relied heavily on his Imp. But he was more useful in a front line brawl than Hunter.
Jiro Blake, an exorcist. Hunter was probably one of the few students who actually knew his first name, not just what he preferred to be called. He wasn't human, Voracia had made that clear. Or at least not entirely human. Hunter liked the boy well enough, probably because he helped fix a sprained ankle for the sniper when a class went awry. He was something like a bomb, his incantations were extremely powerful, but he wasn't adaptable, having to concentrate so much to use them.
Jace Stone, a knight tamer hybrid. The boy was charismatic and strong willed...when he wasn't saying the most brutally awkward things ever or tripping over his own words. High on defense and support, Hunter knew his type and was careful to avoid becoming too friendly with him. Hunter's reputation as being cut throat in missions would end up with the two of them clashing about morals one day. This kid would be a leader, Hunter knew that. But the kind of leader who wouldn't be willing to make the harsh choices.
Hunter winced as he pushed on the wound on his shoulder to staunch the flow, walking to the windows to look outside. A man, floating, that he didn't recognize...burned demons everywhere. A few other students...the sniper turned to face the others, wiping at his face.
"Someone just nuked the demons here...we should head outside and regroup."
The boy glanced at his hand, seeing the shocking amounts of blood on it. He realized now, for the first time since it happened, that he was absolutely painted in demon blood and gore. He really hoped it wouldn't infect his wound as he started heading towards the stairs to meet with everyone else in the courtyard, exhaustion finally catching up to him. His brain was already filing away all his observations from the fight, making a mental note to bring them up the next chance he could. All in all, the boy found the actions of the students, himself included....pitifully lacking.
Except when someone pointed at him, waved their arms, and started yelling "HEY SOMEONE ELSE IS ALIVE!" like a complete doof.
"No, stop, be qui-!"
OR when two guys kicks in a door like Rambo, and begin also yelling and chanting. Hunter paled as demons scrabbled over the window next to him, attracted to all the noise as everyone seemed to take up positions...behind him. The sniper did a double take at the boys and familiars.
"W-wait a minute, you guys aren't knights?!"
The demons kicked through the glass, causing the sniper to panic fire at point blank. He finally noticed why one was chanting. He had ensnared a larger demon that was trying to climb up to them from the courtyard. The smaller demons, however, were flooding over, and Hunter finally heard the one thing he wished he would never hear: The empty click of his pistol running out of ammo. He couldn't summon Voracia, he'd just end up passing out and she'd burn upon entry. Shields, familiars everywhere, chanting, roaring, what was happening?! The sniper was in control of his situation not 30 seconds ago, and now there was chaos, he had no weapon, and demons surged around him. The boy winced as a blinding light hit his eyes from the courtyard, and his reflexes kicked in. Spinning around, he tried to yell at the others, only to hit the ground as one of the wicked blobs leaped onto his back, sinking teeth into his shoulder.
"AAUUGH!"
The shockwave was minimal, but it was still felt as the light beamed through the building, incinerating all the demons in it's path. Hunter coughed as the scent of ash filled the hallway, then...silence. His shoulder burned as the sniper laid on the ground for a moment, trying to soak in all the new information. The demons were...well, gone in a manner of speaking. Embers and ash drifted through the hallway of the library, and the sound of combat outside had ended. The boy stood up, holding one hand to his shoulder as he went into observation mode. It wasn't one of the boys he was with, no student could have mustered up that kind of power. A teacher? No...well, maybe, but no teacher he knew of. He finally recognized who he was with as his thoughts came together.
Stephen Jelly. The last name was apt. The boy seemed scared of everything and the sight of blood was enough to have him sweating in the Tamer classes. He was clueless to a lot of small details, cynical, and relied heavily on his Imp. But he was more useful in a front line brawl than Hunter.
Jiro Blake, an exorcist. Hunter was probably one of the few students who actually knew his first name, not just what he preferred to be called. He wasn't human, Voracia had made that clear. Or at least not entirely human. Hunter liked the boy well enough, probably because he helped fix a sprained ankle for the sniper when a class went awry. He was something like a bomb, his incantations were extremely powerful, but he wasn't adaptable, having to concentrate so much to use them.
Jace Stone, a knight tamer hybrid. The boy was charismatic and strong willed...when he wasn't saying the most brutally awkward things ever or tripping over his own words. High on defense and support, Hunter knew his type and was careful to avoid becoming too friendly with him. Hunter's reputation as being cut throat in missions would end up with the two of them clashing about morals one day. This kid would be a leader, Hunter knew that. But the kind of leader who wouldn't be willing to make the harsh choices.
Hunter winced as he pushed on the wound on his shoulder to staunch the flow, walking to the windows to look outside. A man, floating, that he didn't recognize...burned demons everywhere. A few other students...the sniper turned to face the others, wiping at his face.
"Someone just nuked the demons here...we should head outside and regroup."
The boy glanced at his hand, seeing the shocking amounts of blood on it. He realized now, for the first time since it happened, that he was absolutely painted in demon blood and gore. He really hoped it wouldn't infect his wound as he started heading towards the stairs to meet with everyone else in the courtyard, exhaustion finally catching up to him. His brain was already filing away all his observations from the fight, making a mental note to bring them up the next chance he could. All in all, the boy found the actions of the students, himself included....pitifully lacking.
I have the best post to make now.
EDIT: Ya'll fail Hunter's report card, Senpai is disappoint.
EDIT: Ya'll fail Hunter's report card, Senpai is disappoint.
HellOfALife said
also I keep drawing fanart for this RP but I don't think they're good enough to post T-T, this is what I get for not practicing like I used to,
There is little more horrifying to a sniper then the sound of an empty clip. More so when surrounded by demons. Hunter was absolutely covered in gore and blood, Voracia shredding everything around them. The rooftop was lost, but none of the demons could get past her onslaught. The creatures seethed and pushed, her claws and teeth flashing and eviscerating all who came near the sniper, who had finally exhausted his final clip. Spinning onto his back, he began firing his Makarov into the wall of death pulsing around the pair, giving a yell as blood splashed against his face.
"VORACIA, WE'RE OUT!"
The famine demon's hair dropped down, wrapped around the boy, and she catapulted backwards off the roof, dress tearing from a hundred grabbing claws. Lashing out with a tendril, her hair grabbed a broken window and the pair arced back down towards the wall, slamming through the glass and back into the top levels of the library. Hunter rolled with the impact, rifle jabbing into all parts of his body as he immediately struggled to get back onto his feet. He slung the gun over his back, checking all around with his pistol as Voracia slowly stood back up, steaming blood boiling on her body as Hunter walked over to her. He reached out, then winced as his fingers burned on her skin. The demon stepped backwards, breathing heavily.
"I can still fight!"
"You're burning up, you need to go."
"I'm not leaving you to die alone, you're useless without me!"
"Exactly. I can't have you die on me. Go, I'll try to rendezvous with the others. I'll be avoiding a fight."
She opened her mouth to argue, but Hunter released the sigil, and she faded away with a cry of protest. She'd be mad. All the more reason to not die here. He checked his ammo. The rifle was spent, he had used his entire cache, and had left a serious dent in the demons' numbers. Even better, his Overwatch had allowed a large number of students and teachers to evacuate safely. The downside was he was now left with a pistol with 20 rounds left. In the center of a demonic onslaught. Alone.
"Time to remember all that survival and stealth training from first year..."
Raising the pistol shakily, Hunter, blood-soaked and alone, began his trek to look for survivors within the buildings to rally together with.
"VORACIA, WE'RE OUT!"
The famine demon's hair dropped down, wrapped around the boy, and she catapulted backwards off the roof, dress tearing from a hundred grabbing claws. Lashing out with a tendril, her hair grabbed a broken window and the pair arced back down towards the wall, slamming through the glass and back into the top levels of the library. Hunter rolled with the impact, rifle jabbing into all parts of his body as he immediately struggled to get back onto his feet. He slung the gun over his back, checking all around with his pistol as Voracia slowly stood back up, steaming blood boiling on her body as Hunter walked over to her. He reached out, then winced as his fingers burned on her skin. The demon stepped backwards, breathing heavily.
"I can still fight!"
"You're burning up, you need to go."
"I'm not leaving you to die alone, you're useless without me!"
"Exactly. I can't have you die on me. Go, I'll try to rendezvous with the others. I'll be avoiding a fight."
She opened her mouth to argue, but Hunter released the sigil, and she faded away with a cry of protest. She'd be mad. All the more reason to not die here. He checked his ammo. The rifle was spent, he had used his entire cache, and had left a serious dent in the demons' numbers. Even better, his Overwatch had allowed a large number of students and teachers to evacuate safely. The downside was he was now left with a pistol with 20 rounds left. In the center of a demonic onslaught. Alone.
"Time to remember all that survival and stealth training from first year..."
Raising the pistol shakily, Hunter, blood-soaked and alone, began his trek to look for survivors within the buildings to rally together with.
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