There Are More Things in Heaven and Earth

[highseasmods]

Who: Everyone involved in Death Day
Where: Noctem
When: January 21st-25th
What: Taking on Hawtrey, destroying shrines, and raiding his supplies. Surviving Noctem...or not. With a good dose of nightmares in between.
Warnings: Language. Violence. Trauma. It's an island of nightmares. Expect the worst.
Status: Open to all.


Killing Hawtrey seems to come first and foremost. The shrines can wait until after. We'll see if the wind blows fair or ill on that decision (on the 25th).

For now, the descriptions should tell you all you need to know. If not? Feel free to check / ask here.

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[om_nom_namur]

[Hawtrey's arm glows green, and Namur rolls out of the way, grabbing a nearby nightmare beast and chucking it in the path of the spell, which splinters into hundreds of poisonous motes of light. Quickly before Selphie's protection can wear off, Namur throws himself at Hawtrey again, weaving in to deliver an uppercut that'd shatter the jaw of a dinosaur, but his fist slides sideways at the last moment. He blinks in confusion, and Hawtrey, passively annoyed, lifts a pistol and shoots him in the gut. Namur grunts and crumples.]

Ow, shit! He's got a gun Sel!

[Cuz, you know, she's not right there and can probably see it, let alone hear the report for herself. It's a warning nevertheless.]

[booyaka_boom]

*On seeing Namur's attack fail, Selphie made a gasp of shock because she'd been so sure that he would hit - she's been in fights with him before, after all, and has seen the damage he can do. At the sight and sound of the shot, though, Selphie squeals in fright - that wasn't something that either of them had been expecting at all.

Selphie bit her lip, hard enough to draw a small spot of blood, angered and concerned for Namur, and desperate to do something to hurt Hawtrey in return*

Namur! Get safe!

*Taking a few steps forward, Selphie twirled her weapon rapidly, aiming to hit Hawtrey with some thundaga spells before he had the chance to notice she was aiming at him, and before, she hoped, that he could retaliate with his gun*