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Supernatueral HG 2
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Supernatueral HG 2Adelaide decided to go mob hunting to see if any of them would drop supplies. Things were fine at first, a few creepers here and some zombies there, then things started to pick up. The mob run ins became more frequent. More creepers, more zombies, more skeltons. On and on they kept coming. It had crossed Adelaide's mind that the gamemakers were behind this.
Nova cleared her throat. "Sorry." Nova's voice sounded a bit rough from the crying the slightly red eyes confirmed it.
Adelaide had headed out at dusk, after retrieving some supplies and sharpening her weapons. Now, with a stack of torches in her bag and the usual steel strapped to her back, she set out to clear out the surrounding area, and put some torches down. The cold, pure night air helped to soothe Adelaide's rattled nerves. She already saw that Kayda had died; and the girl's death brought her no small ounce of satisfaction. That psychotic tribute deserved whatever method of death she received. And Adelaide hoped it had not been merciful.
Kayda: Drowned
The anthem finished with a flourish as the seal disapeared from the night sky. The mobs snarled and groaned and growled as they made their way to Adelaide, announcing their precense. The mobs were getting closer. . .
Molly was sitting outside the walls of the village, weaving nets of vegetation to use if another wave of invaders were ever to come but immediately dropped what he was doing when he saw Harlow running towards him. "Is everything okay?" He hurriedly asked, hands already clutching the bag of fabric he had now made a habit to carry around at all times.
Nova smiled small. "I'm not good at talking, but thank you." She gently kissed Gateuard's nose and when the blush on his face deepened she giggled.
Rita frowned. "It's not my fault, Kayda came from no where." Rita didn't speak it, but having Molly dig around in her eyesocket to close up the bleeding, which was slowly stopping with Molly's efforts, felt really werid. Heck, missing her eye would jar her on her appearnce for a while until she got used to it. If she survived the arena that is.
"Kayda? The crazy girl?" He asked not really familiar with the names of everyone in the arena. He applied some salve to help keep any infections out before gently wrapping up the now empty eye socket. He made sure that the swelling around the wound would be reduced by applying even pressure, and sat back.
Rita nodded. "Yeah, Kayda must've heard us talking in the tunnel while we were mining and jumped us. The last I saw her was after she tackled Azar into the underground river, she never resurfaced." Rita pushed herself up and looked at Azar. "What even happened down there?"
Azar, who was still in her fairy form, was still trying to get over the shock of seeing light leave Kayda's eyes while she drowned. "Hm? Oh, we scrapped for a bit before I had to resurface. I though she would've followed but she got tangled in the weeds at the bottom and drowned."
Rita nodded and accepted the awnser. "When can I take the bandages off?"
The mobs suddenly stopped coming and retreated, as if a voice was telling them they'd done enough. A final skeleton shot at Adelaide and nailed her upper arm before leaving, they left the girl a sweaty, bloody mess of a tribute.
Packing away his medical supplies, Molly set aside the blood soaked materials and cleaned up any blood splattered on the floor. "I'll be changing them every day so that nothing gets infected but a week should be be enough time for a scab to properly form." He said absentmindedly as if they weren't in a death game where they might not even live to see tomorrow.
Rita nodded in understanding. "We should try to get some sleep, it's pretty late isn't it?." Rita asked, though she doubted she could sleep having avoided death twice so closely together, plus the slight throbbing of her eye socket would probably keep her up.
"I guess..." Molly sighed, taking the bloodied cloth and standing up. "Good night guys, rest well." He walked out of the house towards his own, planning on either cleaning or disposing of the soiled fabric tomorrow morning.