{ DEUS META INTRODUCTION ORP } EXIT P18

[WE ARE HALLOWEEN]

{ 04.01.2012 } 8:00 am

Trainees would receive the night before a strange text, messaged from "Headquarters".

By the time world of the famed mission rolled around, it was already April 1st, a rather ironic date to speak of. All Hunters and trainees, all that could be spared, had already arrived back home. Home being of course where they had all been born, reborn really, as Hunters. Home being the island of Deus Ex Machina, where all Hunters began as trainees, facing the elimination trials before proving their worth in missions after missions. Home being the last place they returned to if they passed away and their body was recovered.

Mission was the sucker word: all of them knew what they were going into this time. Even the hidden otherwise deleted archives did nothing to hide or conceal the evidence. Spirits were at an all time low, morale was sad, depressing.

Today, April first, was the first time in twelve years all Hunters and trainees would be assembled together, once again. The mission had been scheduled to take place soon outside: it was still early, they still had a couple more hours. Eat well, sleep well, rest well. And die well. Sometimes, it was just easier to drown in everything and forget.

OOC

- All trainees have received a text at this point: All Hunters and trainees not already on duty must report back to Deus Ex Machina at the training fields. The training fields at this time of the day are still relatively empty for now, there are a few Hunters mingling but no signs of any of the actual higher ups quite yet
- As this CAN potentially become a large rp, please QUOTE the person you are talking to. Make sure your trainee is on their best behaviour and keep gossip to a minimum: who knows who else is listening! Feel free to post any IC/ooc reactions as needed with gm posts.
- This is the PRE- INTRODUCTION POST, an actual intro post will begin later today (OOC est 10:00 PM PST)

 

[Blade Kuroda]

An early mission. Quite frankly, Deryk wasn't sure what to think of this. This was the infamous mission that had hunters all around murmuring various things about. At the same time, it was April fools. But... the leads wouldn't pull something weird for it would they?

Probably not.

He was nervous. Very nervous. What if this was a suicide mission like that one they found the archives of twelve years ago? They were already gathered here en mass.

The death trainee fidgeted as he arrived to the training fields. Class A... It was a big step up from the Class C stuff he had been doing now and then. Well at least it wasn't Class 'S'. If there even was an 'S' ranked mission.  

[kuropeco]

The text message - for once - came the night before instead of five minutes before they were supposed to meet.

It was also most definitely not from Caelius.

Gale stared, rather blankly at the name that flashed across his screen. He had not ever gotten a text from Headquarters before, but it was there, in neat little block letters, on the face of his cell phone.

It also sounded more than a little important - and not Julie's kind of important either.

The next morning Gale was up early, pulling on the sleeves of his coat and fiddling with the scarf around his neck. He slung his headphones over his head, tugged his gloves on, and then stood in front of the mirror, examining his own appearance. There were dark circles beneath his eyes - a blatant reminder that he had not been sleeping well - and he looked pale, his complexion more pallid than it normally was. But he felt otherwise fine, besides being weary, and made his way towards the training fields.

He got there too early - hardly anyone was around yet, and a fine, grey mist hovered above the dew dropped grass, glistening a little in the wan sunlight. Gale pushed his bangs away from his face and frowned a little, idly twisting the ring on his finger.

This is not going to be an ordinary mission, he thought, closing his eyes briefly. He had the beginnings of a small headache, but hopefully it was just from lack of sleep and he would be rid of it soon.

<< I doubt it. >> remarked Jinhai musingly, sounding nearly as tired as Gale felt. << It seems...larger. More imposing, somehow. >>

I know what this is about.

There was a moment of silence.

<< ...I know. >>

Gale opened his eyes.

And so here we are.

<< Yes. >>  

[Pepzilla]

Mercedes was quick to respond to her text. The early bird was having trouble sleeping that night (a plague that has been haunting her for weeks now ever since the trip to the lair.) Bonding with Hadjoc had only barely improved as the creature enjoyed getting the girl worked up over nothing. Absolutely nothing but the shadows in the halls, the darkness that befell the island each night, and the awful cawing in the distance that he simulated to her.

So even though she was dressed, suited up, and armed, ready for her orders.. she still stood there in the gathering at the training fields, so many other hunters, faces she'd never even seen before around her. And yet here she was, her face darkened by the bags beneath them and the corners of her eyes reddened from the wrong side of the bed. Man this sucked.

Taem fo kcas uoy yad SLOOF yppah~.

Hadjoc was obviously feeling a lot better.  

[Ravvlet]

Wash was, as per usual, up with the sun. He dressed quickly, skipping a shower and instead just splashing some cold water on his face, grabbing his cleanest uniform and marching slowly out to the Training Fields. Sally's familiar weight rested on his arm. He stood out in the middle of the field, feeling awkward and alone and avoiding any of his fellows who'd made it before him. This was a time to reflect; on this deceptively beautiful morning, with the sun soaring over the facility. He hummed a little under his breath, mouthing the words,

"Swing low, sweet chariot..."

His weapon was oddly silent. It would seem even the normally jovial girl inside it had no clever remarks. She'd heard the rumors too, apparently.  

[revenant aria]

Saya's life belonged to the hunters. So she hadn't hesitated to step out fo her dormroom for this mission. Even though it seemed like everybody knew what it might lead to. She hadn't been here long enough to know that a text from Headquarters hadn't been done before, she only partially thought it uncommon.

So Saya was there bright and early, her mood attempting to be cheerful. Remember her bankai. Or something to that effect!

Prompto's consciousness brushed against Saya's .. She could feel his skepticism. He hadn't partnered up with the intention for his trainee to enter an early death .. but .. Prompto would have to make up for what Saya lacked.  

[Rown]

Ofelia was weak, barely fully recovering, but she found herself being texted and told to come to the meeting place for a mission. The mission. This had to have been what everyone was talking about, what everyone was worried about, and as the sun trainee limped towards the opening she peered out into the sunlight and looked around, wondering just how many people were going to be here. Everyone seemed quiet, somber.

Everyone seemed to know what was coming. It was silly to think that this was going to be the start of it all, that this was going to be the mission that possible saw Ofelia occupying a small plot in that pitiful graveyard here at Deus. Rue seemed to approve of those thoughts, her words a hiss.

If you die, do it quickly. I'd hate for you to think you've got any hope in this.  

[demon_pachabel]

Texts meant get up and get going. Even if all she wanted to do was stay curled up in Marcus's bed in his arms where it was warm and comfortable. No, that wasn't possible. She had to get up, get dressed, and grab her emergency pack before she headed out the door, pausing to kiss the Moon Hunter as he got ready before she'd completely run off to the meeting point.

It wasn't as though she was ashamed of going to meeting places with him there or anything. It was simply...well.... Okay, it was simply that they probably would have played Grabass all the way there if they'd left together. Mornings were simply that much fun to her.

But the fact this mission wasn't from Caelius was what had her going, getting all concerned that this was...more important than anything else up to that point had been yet. She had to go. She had to be ready. She was ready. But still. There were so many factors. She'd read the files. She thought she had another 8 months!

She wasn't ready if they were going to start going into the pit of hell to kill things right now. It was worrisome. So...so very worrisome. She'd work hard.

She'd manage it somehow. She hoped. For now, all she could do was wait and be ready.  

[Baneful]

Rep had stared at the text for a long time when it arrived.

He knew what it meant.

He hadn't slept so much as a wink that night. He'd sat silently wishing he had the courage to leave his dorm. To go see people for what could be the last night he'd ever have the chance.

But he was a coward to the end and soon, too soon, morning came.

He arrived to the training fields like a zombie.

Dead man walking on the green mile.

 

[bobaTJ]

She was still new... she was still so new. Emma felt as if she could not possibly be thrown into such a dangerous mission as the rumors said. Then again, the more hands the better, regardless of their skill. She had been training with Zothikos, at least, even if she hadn't had time to meet each faction's training trial. So much for bandages.

She eyed their surroundings as they approached the training fields, thinking that this was probably going to be the least silly April Fool's Day she'd ever survived (if she survived).

<< Don't worry so much. You signed up to die. >>

I guess I did.

She would do her best and, if she died, she would die with pride.
 

[Syusaki]

When Wilson had received the message, the sender’s name caught his attention first. Headquarters? This was the first time he had gotten a text from HQ rather than from a fellow hunter or division leader. He scrutinized it with narrowed eyes. This was unusual. He recalled the mission to the lair, visibly wincing as he recalled Sandy. He remembered the hidden archives in the USB and the gossip he had heard at the cemetery. His thoughts trailed off and his mind grew completely silent, not even Gramps spoke. They both knew what was coming, but there was no other choice.

He woke up earlier than usual, taking his sweet time to put on his uniform and run his hands through his hair in a lame—but decent—attempt to comb it. Wilson pulled at the ends of his scarf, tightening it as he walked backwards, all eyes on his room and its contents. He took in as much as possible: the photos, the books, his clothes.

When he turned around and strode down the hallway, he plastered on a smile. It faltered slightly when he finally arrived at the fields, empty and relatively quiet. Wilson forced himself to keep smiling softly as he searched around for a familiar face, someone he could talk to and temporarily forget his dread.  

[bipolar bee]

If ignorance was bliss, then Sasha one of the more blissful trainees around. She hadn't so much as felt the tension in the air, hadn't heard any of the rumors that were circulating around. In fact, this was the first time she'd so much as heard of a mission.

When she stepped out onto the training field, that bliss was quickly stripped away. She could feel the seriousness of the situation at hand, and it wasn't pleasant. All of the grim faces, the tired looks, the weary hunters and trainees alike.

With great apprehension, Sasha made her way across the field, hovering somewhere near Rep.  

[Pixie Nyxie]

Dakota had heard the rumors of the mission. The one that had left only a handful if even that alive. He believed them because, in this line of work....why would they make something up like that.

But when he got the text message, a feeling of dread and past regrets welled up. So this was it huh? Well, if he had to...he was going out with a huge ******** bang. No way was he going to let the famed mission damper his spirits on doing his best for it.

"Yo!" He waved to Marcus, coming to stand up by the fellow Moon hunter and grinned. "Are you excited for the doomsday? I'm a little bummed that I didn't get laid before I died but that's the way it goes right?" He smiled geniuenely at Marcus though, "We're going to survive. Not confidence speaking but....We have a good team, and good hunters." He rubbed Chama. "I got faith that second time around is a charm."

"Besides, I don't think the world would survive without ever knowing at least one of Moon'Sync's one hit wonders."

iStoleYurVamps

 

[iloveyouDIE]

Bix had felt the tension. He'd not been privy to some of the investigating and digging in archives, but he'd heard things in the halls and through his friends. People were concerned and the trainees for sure had never been involved in a mission so large.

Bix was ready, rested and equipped. He arrived on time and gravitated towards Gale. He greeted the younger man with a pat on the shoulder and a squeeze.

"What's up?" As casual a greeting he could manage. He gave Gale a reassuring smile. He'd realized recently how many of his friends seemed to hover on the thin line separating sanity and a complete breakdown. Bix felt it was his responsibility to try and prevent anything so drastic if he could. "All set?"

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