Monsters On The Run

[Philote]

Hypatos noticed Ammon trying to scramble out of the hole. "Why, don't you stay down there for now" Hypatos suggests noticing the smell and the material still clinging to Ammon.

"I'll go fill up the scoop I brought with water for you to wash off in, why don't you go explore down there."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

(Sorry, folks, I can't do much here until Dryad comes back...)

[Philote]

(Just do something, we need the posts)

[Celadon's Penultimate]

(Hey, um, where did Cabanilla say his little boggart monster was? Maybe I can do a lead-in for him...)

[The Junkyard Cat]

(At this point anywhere my boggart is just wandering about with shenanigans.)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

(You could always just turn up, show yourself to the rest of the party. I mean, the place we are isn't exactly all lights and glamor. It's perfect for you.)

[Celadon's Penultimate]

(That's what I was thinking. I was gonna write a segway for him to appear...)

[The Junkyard Cat]

(thanks for now anything would work for me)

[Zaleramancer]

"The bizarre and inexplicable occurrences still remain on the public mind, What do you think, Mr. Smith?"

"We suspect them to be nothing more than some sort of gang activity. Criminals taking advantage of strange costumes and the suggestibility of the human mind. Rest assured, my men are working their hardest to deal with this issue."

-Crsh-

"Misfortune! We have lost the trail."

"Yes. How unfortunate that they escaped into the crowd. Do not humans appear so alike?"

"We must inform Master Smith that we are unaware of their location."

Over Park..Over Pale...

-Crsh-

"Now, am I hearing you correctly? You need how many Great Danes?"

-Crsh-

"Carefully crafted and reinforced.. Harder than steel! No chance of breakage, I assure you."

-Crsh-

"The eggheads said they're bred from mosquitoes or somethin'."

-Crsh-

"Don't let the Man fool you! Somethin' big's happenin!"

[The Junkyard Cat]

Spotting more fools to scare. Lurked around the shadows, waiting for the right moment the Boggart inches its way to the strange man(ammon). Tapping his shoulder. The boggart couldn't help but keep giggling as it waited to change to this foolish human's fear. So far the humans have had the most silliest fears. It had to wonder what this one had to be scared of.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Yeah, alright. Thanks, man." Ammon said as Hypatos walked off. He idly sniffed himself, and recoiled. Yeah, he would be staying down here until the smell wore off. That's when he felt the tapping, and slowly turned around.

He gazed into the bronzed, perfect torso before him. His eyes travailed up the sinewy muscle until it saw the head. He let ut a yelp of fright and stumbled back from the jackal headed god of the dead. It one hand he held a scale, in the other a single white feather.

"A-a-a-anapa!" He stammered. Ammon thought about his duty, and the stolen organs inside of him. Oh yes, surly such a transgression merited divine punishment, but he's never dreamed that He who is in the place of embalming would attend to it personally. Ammon acted in wild fear, and punched his god in the face.

[Philote]

Hypatos busied himself with bucketing water to bring to Ammon. He figured it would take several trips before Ammon was satisfactorily clean. Whatever systems this civilization had created, it definitely transported water faster than..."A-a-a-anapa!" Hypatos dropped the bucket and ran out of the room. Ammon was in trouble, there was fear behind that scream.

Hypatos rushed into the room where the hole had been dug, ready to rush to his allies aid, but what he saw made him freeze. Down in the hole with Ammon was one of the royal hunters who had be aiming for his head for as long as he had been alive. It was unmistakable, the hunter carried a sword and a reflective shield, as well as a thick blindfold that would negate Hypatos' power.

If the hunter had managed to get this close, there was no way that Hypatos would be able to escape, he had to fight. Just as Ammon swings his fist, Hypatos leaps down towards the man.

[The Junkyard Cat]

(Wow quickly got double teamed hahahaaha)

The first reaction of the human was just as funny as the others. The Boggart couldn't help but giggle a little. What came next for it was the fear induced punch.  Just....ouch, didn't expect that to happen. The punch hurt a lot. Humans usually cower in fear so far, though a few tried to take a whack at the old boggart.

Knocked to the ground it took a while to gather itself before it saw another one of them lunge for it. Then a scream was heard it didn't come from the two humans it came from the boggart. The scream high-pitched and girlish. The boggart cowered as these two were about to get her. It's rare for a boggart to be scared when fear was their tool.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Thoughts swam in Ammon's head, foremost of them being "did I just knock the god of the dead on his ass?" Then came the cry of fear, and that really through him for a loop. Something was fishy. He put his arm on the Gorgons shoulder to stop him. "Hey hold up. Hold up a minute. As much as I appreciate you having my back against a god, shouldn't we be smears right now?"

[Philote]

Hypatos lunges for the hunter again but Ammon stops him with a forceful grip on his shoulder. Struggling to act before the hunter takes his life, Hypatos only catches a few parts of what Ammon says.

"What are you talking about!? Don't you understand that he wants to CHOP OFF MY HEAD! Get off of me!" Hypatos yells, acting out in panic and not thinking straight.

Hypatos kicks out wildly to disarm the hunter, but his foot passes through the mirrored shield without making contact. This causes him to stop and stare down, avoiding making eye contact with himself as he did so. He edges his foot forward again and feels both the sword and shield, or rather doesn't feel them as a look of confusion washes over his face.

[The Junkyard Cat]

(Picture a British accent)

The Boggart sniffled a bit as she was being examined by this Human.  Eyes completely shut she whimpers as the other one gets more violent. Crawling back to have her back against the wall and opens her eyes to see what they are. "You....you aren't human?" She stutters a bit unsure to how to really react to these others. Her form changing a bit as to her something more meek and timid to reflect what she felt.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Huh? Now I get why he would be pissed at me, but why in the name of Horus would one of our gods want your..." Ammon trails off. Anapa had changed. No longer the imposing tan figure he once was, it was now a much smaller figure, shorter than Ammon by a head and a half. The jet black head of the god of death was a lighter blue, it's eyes wide and soft like those of a puppy.

"Horus help me." He said in shock. "You ain't Anapa. I should know! He was there when I got this job. Do you know how bad you scared me?! If I hadn't stolen this heart from a living god, It probably would have given out right then!"

[Philote]

The hunter's shield and sword disappeared and its muscles seemed to deflate as it cowered against the wall.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Hypatos asked in disbelief.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Does it have the head of a jackal?"

[Philote]

Hypatos looks towards Ammon growing more confused "The hunter?"