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 Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 4:45 pm
The text went out around midnight, and was sent to every full hunter still on the island. Text from Simon Potentially S-Class mission. Report to briefing room A @ 0500. Adequately competent and experienced hunters only. At 5am, Simon was wide awake and crisply dressed, looking perfectly together except for the fact that he'd missed a button on his shirt. A small thing, but considering the Sun assistant's normally flawless state even in the face of a apocalypse, the single button was like a beacon of woe and a desperate cry for help. Fortunately, the normally stoic hunter refrained from breaking down in despair, and was simply glaring at his watch with a frown.
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 5:17 pm
"I got the stuff!" a homeless-looking Hunter with a full head of bushy hair, well mostly greasy other than bushy considering that he hadn't actually washed it for 3 weeks straight and it was still covered in bright blue questionable saliva which he had slept in for the past two days. "This is the Luau party right?"
It was then that the Death assistant finally dropped the piles and piles of Hawaiian Pizza boxes he had personally made himself by grabbing all the tinned Spam and tinned Pineapples and carefully splashing them all over pieces of slightly overdue bread onto the closest table. When rations were, albeit plentiful, but extremely limited, the only thing unlimited was the imagination zone. He looked up, then down, then all around.
"This... isn't the Luau party is it?" He caught that look from Simon and held out one hand. "-No, no need for words, I totally understand, one hundred percent. I have honed my Jedi mind reading powers and my power is one of greatness and absoluteness. You require me to put together a Jaeger of great proportions, to defeat the Insanity Titans, and I, Mark the awesome, will -"
- Simon tapped on the sheet of paper he was holding-
- "Read this sheet of paper and- wait rescue mission?" He suddenly looked nervous. "Why are we rescuing the- oh, but, can we just rescue like some. I have so much in my life to live for. Hot girls to sex up with, babies, like only babes, and like, miniskirt Fridays, I'm too beautiful to die this young and awesome."
The time at this point was reading 5:05, in the morning, so it most likely meant that all the available Hunters were getting assembled. By the time they had all filed in, they would see Mark pondering deeply to himself. "Hmm, the setting is odd but I do remember tracking Excalibur's location about a week back, that was all me, yep. I can probably pinpoint where they are, probably. About a twenty percent accuracy. Which is more than zero."
He turned and gave the assembled Hunters his best menacing look. "This is an S class mission. Super secret. Top secret. I would tell you, but it's a secret, so I'm not going to tell you. Actually you know what I'm going to tell you anyway okay, but it's a secret so don't tell anyone else. Basically, a couple of days ago, though I'm sure none of you observed it because none of you have keen observation skills like myself, some individuals, went missing. All the division leaders, too spooky. They were last seen tracking Excalibur, and traces of Merlin, which means, they are probably dea-"
- A bullet went flying past Mark, and embedded itself into the wall past him. "-ALIVE!," he squeaked. "Alive, and very well! But requiring to be saved, by the information and technology which I will provide, if you pay me-"
-Another bullet went flying really close. -"LATER! Much, much later. Or uh, optional. Tipping. Yeah." He nervously rubbed his hands together. "Anyway, get your best, best and I mean best supplies, I'll charge your runic stuff just this once free of charge, and then we'll get going in ten minutes. Mark out!"
He put on his Jedi focusing helmet, stacked on top of all the makeshift pizzas, saluted, and then dramatically hopped out the window exit stage left.
The third story window. OOC Hunters may assemble, and after hearing the above lecture, get ready for an S class rather covert mission. It seems they're keeping hush-hush about this for a reason. - If you are a FULL HUNTER you may participate in this covert mission
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 5:46 pm
Otto had sat casually in a seat, slouching and staring at Mark like something was growing out of his face. As the Death Assistant leapt out the window, Otto's eyes followed, staying on the now open window for some time before they slid back to Simon.
Damn. He took the pizzas with him....
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 5:47 pm
There might have been more bullets flying at Mark, had he stayed and continued to run his mouth about Miniskirt Fridays and other such nonsense, but Gale thought it best to just let Simon deal with The Homeless One.
He was doing a pretty good job of handling it as it was.
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 5:47 pm
Rep had managed to trade some supplies for someone's charged phone battery, and it was a good thing too, he'd been able to receive the text from Simon. And after a great deal of deliberation, he'd decided to show up. What was the worst that could happen?
Get out there.>
The fallen angel had a point, and rather than snap back at him and spark an argument, he deferred. He was just as happy to get out on the battlefield again as any ******** demon. Before long he was fully dressed in his combat attire, which he had actually taken the time to scrub out after the insanity titan attack with the kind of care he afforded only his symbols of status. He didn't give one single s**t that his coat was designed for the Arctic, with the magnificent ruff of fur he felt whole again.
When he arrived at the briefing room he was immensely relieved to see Mark was already present in addition to the Sun assistant, at least if Simon had to shoot someone there would be multiple incompetent targets on hand to choose from.
At the briefing itself though he looked a little less smugly keen as he had mere moments before, the class of the mission itself the first uncomfortable thing, the second the fact that whatever was out there had been enough to theoretically kill the division leaders. What chance did some hunters stand? Most of the hunters in Deus couldn't find their arse with both hands as far as Rep was concerned. They were probably doomed.
He exhaled through his nose. At least they got their runics charged. At least.
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 6:06 pm
Candace hated being idle. She hated not being able to take care of basic ******** hygiene, she hated not being able to check her phone as regularly as she liked, she hated not having real food, she hated a lot of things right now. It was a miracle she had even checked her phone at all in time to not be late for whatever this thing was that Simon was setting up.
She had never actually received a text from Simon before. It was..kind of scary.
Candace lost all fear when Mark arrived and was being Mark. Ugh. Shoot him. Come on. Shoot him.
Instead the hobo-esque man lept out the third story window and Candace just groaned, hiding her face in the palm of one hand and shaking her head. Seriously?
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 6:07 pm
There were no words from Wilson throughout the so-called briefing. Only a longing stare as Mark took the pizzas with him. Frowning, he elbowed Otto lightly in the side. "The pizzas.........."Bittiface I'm totally not tired yeah...
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 6:08 pm
Cass was really tired. Getting up early - though she did it often to force herself out on a run - never came easy and she'd barely gotten around the whole 'everything I own was destroyed - again' thing. Well, mostly everything.
After all, her house had been decimated so she was kind of working with what she had, which was her weapon, pajamas, and her coat. She so wasn't the most presentable looking hunter that day, but a 5 in the morning top secret mission? Her hunter gear and pajamas was as good as it was getting.
Not that it was a surprise to hear the Division Leads had decided to vanish for longer than was comfortable for any of the second in commands.
"Well this is going to be fun..." she grumbled, mostly tired more than annoyed.
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 6:37 pm
Ryan had been sitting quietly among the other hunters, listening as Mark explained the situation and the mission they were about to go on. With a little help from Simon, of course. However, Wilson elbowed Otto lightly and mentioned the pizza's, Ryan leaned forward, whispering low enough so that only Wilson and Otto could hear.
"Any food stuffs that comes from Mark is likely to put you in the infirmary, anyways. "A pause. "If it doesn't kill you first."
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 6:45 pm
"Yeah, man..." Otto murmured back to Wilson, though his attention soon flicked to Ryan as he put his two cents in. "Hm... you got a point." Who knows how old andy of that crap was on those ghetto pizzas. But still.... Otto's stomach kind of growled. "It made me hungry though..."Well anyway. "What're ya'll bringin' with you?" He whispered to the other two.
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 6:46 pm
Being regular a**l retentive about hygene, the past weeks had been difficult for Bix, but he'd been grocery shopping literally RIGHT before the power loss so he was at least well fed and he had enough hair product that the smell of his (always effortless looking but meticulously styled) hair pretty much overwhelmed whatever body odor he may have been sporting. It didn't help much though in a room full of smelly adults.
His face also looked slightly strange due to the white stubble. It was the sort of beard that looked weird from far away until you got right up on him and realized it was just his odd facial hair.
He was grateful for a mission but a bit disappointed. First titans and now rescue missions? WHAT ABOUT HIS TOURNAMENT. Something kept popping up to delay him.
But whatever. Work was life here. Gotta do what you gotta do.
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 7:03 pm
Wilson frowned, conflicted. On one hand: pizza. On the other hand: early death. "Maybe I'll go back and get some chips or something," he mumbled with a hand on his stomach. "Good question." He stroked his imaginary Asian beard. "Maybe daggers and...hm...What about you guys?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 7:18 pm
Ryan struggled to keep the amused look of his face. After all, it was such a tough decision. Satisfaction, or your life. However he failed when Otto's stomach rumbled and a grin broke out on his face.
"Here." He passed the death hunter a packaged snack her had grabbed on the way over.
"Umm I don't know. The usual, I guess? And probably whatever else they tell us to bring." He shrugged helplessly. "To be honest, it was kind of short notice to plan anything. Maybe they'll let us grab anything else we need before we go..." Though it would help to know where it is they were going.
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 7:20 pm
Ami's curiosity had been piqued at the mention of an S-Class. That certainly wasn't unusual, but it didn't happen every day. Something serious must have been going on if more than one of the lassistants had assembled.
She hung near the back, idly glaring as Mark made a fool out of himself, again.
So they were going to go on a- most likely wild goose- chase for the leaders? Fair enough. The lack of H's presence had unnerved her enough, but having all of them gone was just unsettling.
Having nothing to add, Ami just stayed near the back. It was early, she was tired after a horrible night's sleep on Lex's unsufferable dorm bed, and she just wanted to listen at the moment. If they ordered her to do something, she'd do it, but for now she waited.
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 7:43 pm
Cass gave Bix a tired wave - he kind of looked how she felt in a way. Only better. "Been a while, Bro." she smiled tiredly.
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