[1v1 HH] Fallen Kingdoms (Jerry & Andrew)

[Bilious]

It had been a while since Jerry had done a solo mission... in fact, he wasn't sure if he had EVER been to Halloween on his own. Roar wasn't entirely sure it was a good idea, but the Hunter was insistent. He needed to get off the island, get away, and he wasn't sure leave-time would clear his head properly. Trying to be normal when the problems screaming their peace in his battered mind just didn't mesh.

Allan was right. He needed to embrace his kokoro, there was a lion in his heart and it was ready to erupt outward in a howl of glory-

Roar. Lions roar.

Jerry ignored the weapon as he stepped through the portal...

It would do him well to bring back a Halloween-creature personally, right? Score him some points with the labs. Maybe they'd throw him a bone. Or it could impress Teressa over in Pod Processing... No sooner had he stepped off of Deus and into the dreaded haunted house he felt his stomach clench. The hallway was dim, the lights flickering with the wind outside and for a moment he caught sight of a window leading out into the yard beyond... that field. Those cliffs. The thick knots of scarred flesh across his face ached in wary memory. Had it really only been a year ago? It had been easy to ignore those thoughts when he had been here with Candace and her group's mission. That had gone well, hasn't it? Maybe he'd get lucky.

Maybe doing this was a bad idea. He glanced back to the window again, but it was gone, replaced by a sudden wooden doorway. Deep breaths. He was a bigger man than he had been back then. He wasn't a trainee anymore. His hand went to the knob and as he stepped inside the large room on the other side, dread gripped his stomach. Immediately he summoned Roar, the canon's burst of existence casting green light across the place enough for him to frantically lunge for a light switch.

Deep breaths. He was beyond that.

The lamp showed antique furniture and an ornate rug... all faintly familiar to the man.

Rolling a 5: ALL PLAYERS AT ANY POINT CAN FORFEIT THEIR ATTACK TO ROLL 2d12. If you roll odd, you do this damage to your opponent. If you roll even, you do this damage to YOURSELF - no modifier, you can ONLY DO THIS ONCE. You feel an uneasy unsettling feeling, as if something is coming, but you can't place what or when.  

[phantompanther13]

This was a dumb idea and he knew it. But the lure of the apparently abandoned house caught his interest. Treasure? Free things? Glancing around Andrew decided to take a look inside. What could it hurt? As long as he wasn't caught doing something he was half sure he wasn't supposed to.

He creaked open the door and stepped inside. It was dark, so he grabbed his tail using it like a torch by his side, purposely letting it burn a little brighter then usual.

His eyes roamed over the walls, were thing shifting? He glanced back wondering if the was a worst idea than ht had originally thought. Up ahead was another door way, it couldn't hurt to take a peek, could it? Just a little longer.

He opened the door that led him into the room and found that it was already list by a strange greenish light. What? Was that a reaper? He stared at the man a long moment looking fairly lost, but still letting his tail light the area as the green faded. "Ahh... hello?"  

[Bilious]

Suddenly, he was no longer alone, and the weapon was swung at the sudden figure that had seemed to step into the room from the shadows...

Roar's blast ripped through furniture and wall alike in a screaming surge of sound and light before he could even think of hesitating.

HP: 60/60
Damage: 14  

[phantompanther13]

The blast caught him completely off guard. He took the full brunt of it and was sent out of the room and into the wall at the other side of the hall.

It took him a moment to even process what happened. Then he realized he was alone, with that thing, still there.

Options were down to about two. He chose both. That was probably why he missed.

Andrew fired a bunch of fire balls wildly at his target before attempting to scramble away.

HP: 16/30
Damage: 0  

[Bilious]

Jerry wobbled, his ears ringing from t he blast, and ducked as the flames shot past him to light the curtains on the far wall. As the dust and rubble settled, Fear crinkling around the edges of the blast to regrow as the Haunted House shifted, he leaped forward after the running figure. Whoever it was was afraid!

Who wouldn't be, you dumb bone sack! It looked like a kid.

He hesitated, lowering his weapon under his arm as he sprinted after, "Ah... wait!"  

[phantompanther13]

The word wait didn't process, his ears were still ringing and even if they weren't he wouldn't have listened. Instead Andrew ran, deeper into the house. In his haste to get away from his attacker, he didn't realize he had gone the wrong way. His tail flame flickered giving away his position, he realized it and opened a random door going in.

He looked for something anything to put between himself and reaper with the giant gun. He spotted a table and ducked under it wrapping his wings around to shield the light from escaping. The room darkened, and he hoped the reaper would just pass him by.  

[Bilious]

Jerry crept in slowly, weapon at the ready as his heart pounded in his throat. Dark, it was stiflingly dark. Close your eyes. Breath. Jerry place. "Hello? You startled me!" He shouted into the cover, happy to keep the wall behind him and a safe glow of green from Roar's eyes and runes. "I just... want to talk."

About coming home with you and bein' weaponized? Very enticing.

"That is the plan, alright? I need the cool points with the labs." He hissed under his breath.  

[phantompanther13]

He wasn't much more used to the dark than the hunter was. Talk? He wasn't sure he believed what he thought was a reaper. Oh sure, talk, after he got blasted again. He glanced up, light seeping through the cracks moving created. the dark made it difficult for him to see the one with the giant weapon thing.

But on the other hand, talking was much better than being shot at. "Talk? What about..." He didn't move from his position under the table. If he tried to shoot him again maybe the table would provide him some protection... maybe. He scooted back a little further, prepared to take off again now that he had given away his position.  

[Bilious]

Jerry fidgeted in his green halo of light before backing toward where he remembered the door being. "Are... are you from Amityville?"  

[phantompanther13]

What kind of question was that? He frowned... the reaper had backed up, and he pulled his wings back, letting the light shine, illuminate the room just enough to actually see.

"Something like that. What about you?" Andrew left it vague. The reaper clearly not from around here if he was asking, then again maybe he didn't see the skull pin he was wearing yet.  

[Bilious]

Jerry let out a breath. There was something about that voice that was familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it. He lowered Roar ever so slightly, relaxing as the demon's burning glow joined his weapon's to fill the room. Even so, he couldn't quite shake the uneasy feeling that came with the territory of where they were. "Ah... I'm from... somewhere else." He hadn't reacted to his uniform jacket yet... did the kid not know about Hunters?

Still, there was something. His brows furrowed as he adjusted his glasses, trying to get a better look at the boy's face.  

[phantompanther13]

"That's very informative." Andrew grumbled out. He was still smarting from taking the full force of that blast from earlier. He had a feeling that thing could throw another one at him at anytime and therefore didn't leave the safety of his new favorite table.

He did turn up his light to get a better look at the reaper... wait... he thought he recognized those scares... oh another one. Though he knew for a fact he hadn't seen this reaper before. That dream just kept catching up with him, in the worst ways. He remembered something odd, that this one had been one of the "real" ones, whatever that meant. He also remembered that wonderful swan dive that body took before he popped up again fine.

Andrew decided to continue pretending that he did not remember said dream, who knew how well that would go over.

"How about a name? Names are a good start... you know, usually people introduce themselves before blasting eachother into walls." he was still a bit bitter about that.  

[Bilious]

"Jeremy- Jerry." Was this a truce? Roar gave a wary growl in the back of his head, but he tucked him under his arm to use more as a flashlight than anything else. It was killing him now, where he knew that voice from... Frowning, he tucked some of his shaggy hair behind an ear, stepping around the table to try to see better. "Do... I know you?" He managed distantly, trying to get closer.  

[phantompanther13]

Jerry? Well that was 4 for 4. And he recognized him? "Yeah I'm the guy you just flattened, that hurt you know..." but the gun was under his arm and now at least two movements away from attack. "But my name is Andrew." he crawled out from under the table and then took his tail back into his hand using it to light up the room, still ready to run at any second. X It felt like something was coming this place gave him the creeps and he didn't like it. He probably wouldn't come back any time soon.  

[Bilious]

"Andrew?" Jerry gaped, his face pale in the torchlight. "You're real?"