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"O-Oh... hello there..."
Again, Clarith didn't feel so comfortable with all of these people around, but with how Sam appeared to be child-like in appearance and behavior, it didn't put her off. Able to work up a small smile, she did have some curiosities in that sack of his, but she didn't want to be intruding at the moment.
"Hehehehee!!"
Sam was absolutely delighted at the reactions! This is what Halloween was all about! People enjoying themselves and reveling in the night where you could pretend to be whatever you wanted! Even if in this case it meant watching as a masked serial killer scare the shit out of two innocent people. But that just came with Sam's nature. He was a thousand year old spirit who was likely wise beyond his years.
But nobody wanted to hand candy out to a spirit in a menacing looking robe! So thus spawned the idea to adopt a form that would let him walk alongside the trick r treaters. Wearing a burlap sack over his head and ragged pajamas with a mysterious sack slung over his shoulder, most people's opinion of Sam varied from wariness to 'aw isn't he adorable!' Sam wasn't one to turn down or confirm either opinion. People were free to think what they liked!
So long as they obeyed Halloween's rules! Otherwise Sam would have them dispatched of in the most cruelest way possible! But he couldn't get on the bad side of these people! They needed to work together so they could save Halloween! Reaching into his sack, Sam tugged on Clarith's clothes as he held up a sucker towards her.
"Heh..."
@Gummi Bunnies
But primarily? This one was a boy. She pointed at herself and said, "Elle." then pointed at Jason, her eyes curious for the answer. He wouldn't have to speak his answer. Elle was confident that with the physical contact, she would pick up some stray thought from her partner. One that would provide her with his name.
Jason wasn't quite sure what had lead to this girl being so comfortable around him or even why she smiled. After rising from the dead and even returning to the camp grounds for which his murder spree started, the children were terrified of him. They ran and often prayed for him to go away! Yet this child didn't run or even close her eyes and hoped he'd go away. She seemed to be giving him a chance and it confused the serial killer.
But he knew full well that he'd keep her safe. Nobody, not even the man in the white mask would harm her. As for when she named herself, Jason simply stared at her with his unblinking brown eye. There had once been a point where Jason could speak but he had zero inclination to do so but after who knows how many years of rotting in the ground? Jason wasn't exactly a looker and it hadn't done well on his vocal chords either.
So even if he had wanted to, he could not tell the girl what his name was. But that's where Eleven's power came in handy. She was about to explore the mindscape of Jason Voorhees.
Yeah, it wasn't much to look at. Some like a certain burnt-faced dream demon might have called it a minimalist approach. But Jason simply didn't have a lot to think about these days. He wandered Camp Crystal Lake waiting for sinners to come so he could end their lives because it's what his mother wanted. That said, there would have been two doors for Eleven to look through and they both opened without her needing to do a thing.
The door on the right would have revealed an almost picturesque idea of a 1950s summer camp with the memory even appearing in a sort of grainy style. But the memory wasn't too pleasant despite the relaxing music that played in the background!
"Jason the freak! Jason the retard! Jason the freaking retard!"
The crowd of kids rushing towards the docks shouted in unison as one kid burst free from the crowd with his arms clutched to either side of his head. The boy did indeed look quite odd from the other 'normal' children. His head was bulbous and one eye was higher than the other. He also had a terrible overbite. Groaning he continued to run from the children until he fell into the water where he splashed for dear life. But not one of the children came to help and the counselors?
Eleven would have seen two of them making out at a cabin that was nearby. Ah yes, satisfying bodily needs was much more important than a child's life. It was with that the door slammed shut and Eleven could focus on the second one which seemed to be more reflective of Jason as he currently was with an elderly looking woman gently clutching at Jason's mask as he stared down at her.
"Jason, my special special boy. Do you know why your mother loves you? Because you never disappoint me. I killed those people who were too busy making love to watch you. But now you can handle yourself. You've grown up to be so strong, Jason. I'm so proud of you! So go out there and make those sinners pay! MAKE THEM PAY, JASON!"
The woman or rather Jason's mother shouted as Jason nodded.
But the woman soon faded away and Jason was left by himself. Staring at the spot where his mother had once been, Jason turned and walked off with his machete in hand. Only he'd soon realize that he was no longer on his familiar camp grounds. Where was he exactly? Glancing around, Jason would have been reminded of the one time he'd been to New York to continue a killing spree he had started. But he remembered walking there, he seemed to have just shown up here!
As he continued to lumber around the area, he heard footsteps behind him. Slowly turning to glance at the noise, Jason would have been face to face with another masked murderer, Michael Myers. As the two started towards each other, the door slammed as Jason pulled his hand back. He might not have been the brightest bulb of the bunch but he could feel when something was wrong and whatever that had been felt off to the serial killer.
@Michale CS
Chun Li rose to her feet, arms crossed as she stared upwards before finally speaking.
"Hello there. Whoever you are."
Whatever you are, she added privately in her head.
"..."
Whereas creatures like Pumpkinhead were simply too beastly to approach anything like English, and Jason genuinely couldn't speak it even if he wanted to, Michael simply chose not to speak. He didn't see much of a reason to do so. What would speaking have done to further his killing spree? It might have only slowed it down, even. If people heard his voice then they would try to plead with him to stop. Michael didn't care for that unnecessary hassle. He killed them and then moved on.
Which is why even as Michael felt some strange draw to this woman, he still didn't break his silence. Though a slight nod of the head would have shown that he had acknowledged Chun-Li's comment towards him. But the only vocalization she'd be getting out of the Shape was the heavy breathing as his chest lurched up and down and he continued to stare. But the silence wouldn't be for long as Tarman had wandered over to the two. He couldn't eat Jacket's brain but what about these two?
"I can smell your tasty brains. Can't eat his brain but what about yours? More brains the merrier.."
Tarman grunted but he still garnered no response from Michael. The zombie hadn't seen anything wrong in what he'd been asking. It wasn't like he'd been asked to be brought back into the life of the living where he'd suffer through the painful process of decomposition. The endorphins located within the brain helped to subside the pain if only for a brief time. Surely these two wouldn't mind parting with theirs, right?
Michael didn't understand why a man who was so obviously dead was up and talking. But much like everything else, he didn't quite care either. As the Tarman tried to get closer however, Michael's forearm swung outwards and cracked the zombie upside the head sending him down to the ground. All while keeping his gaze focused on Chun Li. The blow had taken Tarman by surprise but it'd done little more than that. Sitting up on his rear, Tarman straightened out his head which had been twisted by the force of the blow.
"No brains, huh?"
Tarman was a sad zombo :(
@Ringmaster @The Wanderer
"Do you know why we are here?" It was spoken in such a way that it almost didn't sound like a question, barely a change in her voice at the end. Her eyes stared into the other girl's calmly.
Was this girl serious?! First she summoned some kind of arm-blade thing as if it were no big deal. Then she went on to claim that she was an Angel? Trying to find some ground for rationalizing all this, Charlie thought that maybe hey it was a superhero name! Yeah, he didn't really follow those comics too much. Stuff like E.C's Tales from the Crypt were more his speed. But Angel didn't seem like it'd be out of place there.
Though given the line-up of other beasts and horrors that Charlie had wound up with, he somehow doubted it was that easy. "This doesn't make any sense. I was in the middle of watching Fright Night with my girlfriend and I end up here!" Taking a moment to briefly pinch himself, he winced.
Nope, he sure as hell wasn't dreaming. Which meant that eight foot tall monster was as real as could be. Making his way after Angel, Charlie paused as they stood near Jason. The guy may have smelled terrible but given that Charlie could spot his spinal cord through the tear in the back of his jacket, he imagined this guy had bigger problems than a hygiene issue. Still, what the hell were two kids or whatever 'Angel' was doing with a guy like this? Drawing a stake, Charlie shook like a leaf as he approached Jason.
"Why don't you leave the kid alone, big guy?" Charlie said although the shakiness in his tone made it quite clear that he wasn't entirely prepped for a fight. Jason, who had been rattled by Eleven's gesture turned towards Charlie and narrowed his eyes as he loomed over the sixteen year old. "..."
Mistakes had certainly been made.
@Hana
She questioned, glancing skyward briefly before pulling her sizable blade off her back, idly tossing it back and forth between her hands.
"What to do, I wonder." Her tone made it clear she already had something in mind. "Ah yes, that yellow jacket of yours. I know what it's missing. Tell me, what would you think if we painted it red?"
So this is what it had come down to had it? DIO wasn't quite sure of how or why he had ended up here saddled with these weaklings. But he would never turn down the opportunity to put a fool in their place.
"Ah, it seems I've misjudged you. Your boldness was just a front for the real you. Nothing more than a woman guided by her delusions of grandeur who believes she can take on whatever stands in her way. Believe me when I say the world is cruel to those with that type of mentality, girl."
At that moment, it seemed like an aura began to appear around Dio as he held a knife in his left hand while stretching out his right. In comparison it didn't even seem like DIO was taking the idea of a fight seriously. Given that the weapon he'd drawn was a measly knife compared to the sword that Dimaria had drawn.
"One thing you'll soon learn however is that I am even crueler."
In reality DIO didn't quite care what happened to the others in this group. He would find out why he'd been brought here and he'd make whoever had done it regret it. That is of course after they showed him their power. Bringing his enemies right to him so he could slaughter them in one straight go of it was quite the tantalizing idea. But first he had a mouthy wench to put in her place as his stand, invisible to non-stand users, The World prepped for combat. This woman's attempts at showboating would soon be revealed as what they truly were: Useless, useless, USELESS TAUNTS!
"The Wo-"
DIO had been about to use his Stand's ability to stop time when his attention was taken away from Dimaria as he felt something tugging at his pantleg. Glancing downward, DIO frowned in disgust at this vermin daring to touch him! He may as well have been dressed in rags with the attire he wore and that bag upon his head, no doubt hiding a hideous visage. Where did he get off touching him like this!? HE WAS DIO!
"Who granted trash like you permission to lay a hand upon me?"
The culprit of this heinous act was none other than Sam. Certainly didn't look intimidating on the outside with his preferred form. But he'd been around far longer than either Dimaria and DIO and in that time, he had valued Halloween's values above all else.
Having ended up here like the others, Sam had figured there was a problem and he was not happy with that. Having left Clarith's side for the moment whether she took off his offered lolipop or not, he gave DIO no explanation for his action. Instead leaving it up to the vampire to deduce himself. Normally, the spirit would have had zero inclination to stick it's neck out for others unless the risk to their lives was because of a rule-breaker. But if this group was going to solve whatever problem there was and save Halloween? He didn't want to have to do damage control on it's own members!
"RELEASE ME!!!!"
DIO's words didn't seem to click with the spirit who continued to cling to both him and Dimaria. As The World came in to punch Sam however, the blow cracked Sam right across the head. The blow having enough force to tear open the sack and send pumpkin seeds scattering across the grounds. But Sam's grip remained firm. That was until he jumped up and shoved both DIO and Dimaria back. Much to his surprise, Sam's 'shove' had enough power behind it to send DIO flying across the ground before he landed.
Landing quietly on his feet, Sam frowned as part of his mask had been torn away. He didn't know what DIO had used to punch him but he wasn't a fan. He'd have to stitch up his mask now! But he had hopefully made his intentions clear. That there would be no in-fighting so long as he was around. DIO was enraged! This diminutive bastard not only laid a hand upon him not once but twice?! DIO had half a mind to strike him and that woman down where they stood!
But until he garnered a better understanding of what exactly that impish creature was? He'd hold his hand and instead simply smirked in Dimaria's direction. This creature didn't wish for the two of them to fight now? Then so be it, there would come other times, other opportunities for him to spill her blood. For the grievious crime of threatening the great DIO!
@C.T.
"I... I gotta get ahold of myself..." He thought, shaking his head a little.
Now that he was a little calmer, he took this opportunity to speak to... Whoever was under that costume.
"W-Who are you?" He asked.
Well, that had worked almost a little too well. Frowning behind their mask, Ghostface couldn't help but chuckle mockingly. Not even bothering to lend any kind of apology whatsoever or what have you.
"You're not serious, right? 'Boo' actually like worked? In this day and age, you'd think that people would just shrug something like that off. Learn something new everyday I guess."
Ghostface started and the voice would have come out sounding rather mannish although it had a bit of a slight rasp to it. "Who am I? You think I should be the first person you're directing that too? You got, Jason, you got Michael, Pumpkinhead, Sam, Tarman, and uh..Whatever that kid's name is."
Ghostface listed off those gathered with a point towards everyone they'd named. Though when it came time to announce Charlie, they seemed rather dismissive for some reason. "As for who I am? Well, considering I dunno how I got here or who the hell you people are, figure a question like that makes sense. Call me Ghostface."
@york @Kaykay
"You're not serious, right? 'Boo' actually like worked? In this day and age, you'd think that people would just shrug something like that off. Learn something new everyday I guess."
Ghostface started and the voice would have come out sounding rather mannish although it had a bit of a slight rasp to it. "Who am I? You think I should be the first person you're directing that too? You got, Jason, you got Michael, Pumpkinhead, Sam, Tarman, and uh..Whatever that kid's name is."
Ghostface listed off those gathered with a point towards everyone they'd named. Though when it came time to announce Charlie, they seemed rather dismissive for some reason. "As for who I am? Well, considering I dunno how I got here or who the hell you people are, figure a question like that makes sense. Call me Ghostface."
@york @Kaykay