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(( exclaim OOC: PLEASE ONLY POST HERE IF YOU HAVE BEEN INVITED to this RP by a GM thank you! THIS INCLUDES TIHERS AND HUNTERS

Hunters: Your backyard hub is HERE for respawn, this is the back tent that requires invites, though you are free to pm a gm and request an invite when you are in the hub!))

The Tent

The lighting was surprisingly bright for such a small, crammed space. While the 'tent' itself was nothing short of tiny, spanning a quarter the distance of an average football field, and most of the backyard where the Hunters were camped, it was filled from corner to corner with tables, contraptions, wires, and large metal-clad crates.

That was, not including the cages, electric-blue sparkling wires replacing conventional iron ones. There were a couple of figures huddled in said cages, vague shapes, shadows, staring outwards with the semblance of eyes. Some simply lay huddled, still, others fidgeted, a few dared to snarl and growl menacingly at the two Hunters that walked into the tent. One of them was wearing a familiar overcoat - a hood obscuring their face - but their weapon, to any Hunter and even some Halloween veterans, was unmistakable.

Caelius eyed the largest instrument in the center of the tent, the only place where junk had not been piled. "Please tell me the electric generator has enough power to at least attempt to use this piece of junk." He was in a foul mood, having just arrived from within the Haunted House on a quick reconnaissance check to assist some less-than-competent Hunters on their catch.

The other Hunter looked slightly offended, opened their mouth, and seemingly corrected themselves upon realizing that it would be a futile argument: it was Caelius after all. "Yes sir, once Dr. H gets here, we can begin the first of the weapons conversion attempts. The specimens have already been prepared for the process."

Upon hearing the word 'specimens', the Death Hunter walked over to the largest of the cages. Unlike the others, there were exactly thirteen spread in a semi-circle, chains crossing over the humming electric barriers, connecting the first to the last. He narrowed his eyes. "They look pathetically weak, I hope they can survive the process." Caelius took no notice of the guttural growl and then a snarl that ensued upon those words, staring at the other haphazard heap of cages that were piled on the other side. "At least these will have a better chance of the newer ah, specimens that we've found. It's amazing what a little bit of Fear can do, really."

He didn't sound amazed at all, but he probably just liked to hear himself talk.

Raising an eyebrow, the technician look one more nervous glance at the creature that Caelius had taunted - that was now attempting to shove itself through the currents of electricity though to no avail - and then back to his clip board. "Yes, sir... I'll just go get Dr. H okay? You can um, examine the specimens more."

There was a reason that very few Hunters liked to be around the Death Hunter, though Dr. H wasn't a step up from the Undesirables list either.

Glen had woken in a bleary haze, his head pounding, uncertain where he was or what the heck it was that had brought him here. And then there was the issue of where /here/ actually was. At first he'd made the mistake of trying, in a sudden bout of panic and claustrophobia, to break his way out of the sparking confines, only to find out in equisite agonising detail that they were indeed painful, leaving him winded and gasping on the floor.

After that he had instead crouched, wide eyed like an animal on the floor of his cage, breathing quickly. He did not like being trapped like this, everything in his nature chafed at captivity and real desperation gripped him.

He had been listening to the conversations outside his confines with a growing sense of fear and disgust. Specimens. Thats what they were it seemed. It had a horrible sense of forboding. As though they were mere numbers on a page rather than living breathing individuals. He had no idea who the people were he could see now and then walking unrestrained around the cages but he knew right away and with uncompromising vitriol, that he hated them.

He twitched an equine ear as a voice reached him from one of the nearby cages, shimmying as close as he dared to the bars to reply

"Ah don't know whit's gawn oan." he whispered back, hoping at least that the other person, whatever kindred captive there was, understood him. "Ahm in the same situation o'er here, wan minute walkin' aroon just fine. Next minute, lights oot an ahm in here. An' those bars are a right b*****d tae."

When Diece came to, he felt a dull throbbing in the back of his head. Mouth gaping and eyes groggily searching in all directions, the student grumbled as he sat up. “ThehellamI?” His words slurred together as he began to fully wake. As his vision cleared, he finally registered the fact that he was in a cage. Immediately, it caught his attention and he sat even straighter and looked around his cage with disbelief. “The hell? When’d I get here?” While he wasn’t necessarily claustrophobic, he absolutely loathed the fact that someone had knocked him out and dragged him into a cage, much to his furious embarrassment.

His immediate plan of action was to grip the bars, perhaps even reach past them in an attempt to grab something. His hands wrapped around the bars, but as soon as he brushed the metal his entire cage sparked and glowed, shocks of electricity crackling everywhere and electrocuting the poor lad until he yelped and released his hold. That freaking sucked.

Narrowed eyes scrutinized the mysterious figures as they strode into the tent. Despite Diece’s permanent scowl, he seemed a bit curious about their conversation. Electric generator? He turned placid for a moment, but angrily lunged forward at the mention of “specimens.” “I’M NOT A SPECIMEN, STU—“ His tirade was cut short as he once again reached outside, evoking another set of painful shocks. Seething, Diece retreated into the relative safety of the cage, but kept glaring at them with a hateful look.

An even deeper scowl etched on his face, Diece reluctantly settled with looking at the surrounding cages, around him were also denizens of Halloweentown. There seemed to be a conversation going on between the two of them and he grudgingly joined in. “We must’ve been knocked or something, because I don’t remember a damn thing.” Somehow, he frowned even more than he already was. “And I freaking hate it.”

Another figure walked in and spoke nervously. Diece scoffed. How skittish.

Entering from Hunter Group 2 Room

Candace was shameless as she walked arm in arm with her teammates. She was covered in rainbow slime, she was attached to two half-naked-men-wearing-unicorn-clothing, and she didn't give a s**t.

Candace was the honey ******** badger.

She looked around at where they were, eyes wide and lips set in a wide grin. Oh, this was delightful. Were those cages? Ohhhh she was so excited! This was more like it! She grinned at Jerry and Harrison. "This is more like it, eh? No stupid slides and rainbow j**z in our faces."

Despite being arm and arm with Candace (and enjoying it) Jerry had, unfortunately, taken that moment to remove his glasses and clean them while humming and missed everything that had transpired during the fifteen minute lull his writer had failed to pay attention to his group to go post.

Glasses back on his face and removed of all rainbow gook and ash from the previous flames, he blinked in fresh clarity, "Ah! Er... what is this place?" The sight of the cages was... unsettling. And something sent shivers down his back. It was the general vibe, no doubt. More monsters... but at least there seemed to be a lack of those horrible Boos.

((Entering from Hunter Group 2 room))

When the first voice reached her ears Lois couldn’t help but feel some sense of relief. It was a foreign voice, and she missed a few words of the exchange, but it was someone else. Feeling such relief almost made her feel weak, but in times like this…in times like this it was okay to find solace in the company of others. Another voice joined in, and she analyzed the exchange. Well, it didn’t seem like a party boat, but they were all in the same boat together. They may as well try to figure things out.

Before she could respond more people entered her field of vision, and then the demonstration began. Horrified she watched in silence as the scuffle ensued, heart hammering in her chest and blood pounding in her ears. As the machine grew louder she moved toward the edge of her cage. “STOP IT!” she screamed, eyes wide in terror, but her voice was easily drowned out by the whirring.

And then it was done. As the smoke cleared she set back, scooting to the far reaches of her cage and pulling her knees up to her chest. She wasn’t a scaredy-cat, she wasn’t some timid little mousey monster. But this? This terrified her. They called us specimens. We could…I could…be next As the realization set in her fear turned to panic, and panic to desperation. “We have to do something,” she whispered, hating how pathetic she sounded. “We have to try something.” But even as she spoke she realized how pointless it was, at least for her. She had no way out of the cage. Frogs and electricity? They didn’t mix. And her abilities and powers would in no way help her escape a cage like this.

Candace's eyes widened when they spotted Caelius' scythe. So beautiful, so majestic. She wanted it so badly. Strangely enough Atropos didn't say a word when she thought hard on how badly she wanted to touch the scythe again; she figured perhaps it was because she was just reveling in having been charged for so long. Was there a time limit on how long their charge lasted? Was it short and sweet and needed release immediately before it was rendered useless? Or did it last for as long as the weapon was summoned? She hadn't thought to ask before but now she was honestly curious about this. She was looking around in amazement until she heard dear Caelius call for their attention. No, she did not know...but she had a feeling she was about to find out. She remained quiet for now, knowing that her saying anything would just be a waste of breath. But coming here had not been a waste of time.

She let go of Harrison to take a careful step closer as the machine came to life, louder and louder and louder. Purple eyes were as wide as they could get, and her jaw was dropped and hanging slack. She pulled up her headphones to keep herself from growing deaf as well.

Atropos still wasn't talking.

Candace did jump as Caelius tossed the weapon down but only out of surprise, having not expected that. So...those things were used to make weapons? A slow grin crept across her lips as she stepped closer to the new weapon and squatted down to get a closer look at it, her arms hugging her knees. "Now that's interesting." She murmured quietly, almost reverently, as she reached a hand out to brush her fingers over the weapon. Jerry spoke and Candace glanced back his way, still grinning. "Apparently a tent where they make weapons for hunters. Neat, huh?"

At Dr. H's demand someone pick it up Candace nodded and did just that, grabbing the newly formed weapon in her hands and standing up. She heard the sound of a whispering voice above her, though she was unable to make out what was being said, and she chuckled, tapping her foot still covered by her beautifully glowing boot scythes. "This really is going to be a fun mission." She walked away with the weapon to regard Dr. H...how...delightful to see him. She grimaced.

"Where would you like this stored, sir?"

"Oh Candy, sweet delicious Candy..." Dr. H, greeted the trainee smoothly, ignoring Clarice's soft snort in the background. "...you appear before me at such wonderful times. Such a treat, you are my dear, just take it over to those lock boxes in the corner, your pendant will be enough to open one."

The sound of a snarling, angry voice caught his attention, and the doctor rolled his eyes, "The natives are getting a bit restless, we may have to assign a guard beyond the current tech squad."