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 Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 3:44 pm
Quote: Survey Mission 4A Location: Prypiat Images:: x, x, x. General debriefing: Commonly known amongst most Hunters as one of the largest Halloween-Human portal hotspots, a strange influx of Fear and Insanity has grabbed a hold of the location, especially underground. The area is now covered in a thick fog, and what few tourists make it through are rarely seen back. The entire area has been covered off by local authorities, though the fog radius and Insanity seems to be spreading... * B class difficulty level (must have a team of three, at least one of them must be a Full Hunter. This is considered a DANGEROUS mission. ) MECHANICS* MECHANICS: RP assembling a team, as necessary, before heading towards the Lighthouse portal to request a portal to Survey Mission AA. Once there, roll a 100-sided dice and match the roleplay to the results below, as well as any reactions. Players can continue rolling until any of the players roll an INSANITY ENCOUNTER, in which case the BATTLE PHASE begins. See below for battle phase mechanics. 1- 20: You can't see through the thick layer of fog. At some points you hear someone call you, whether or teammate or another voice entirely. At other points you see a shadow of someone, as you reach towards them they disappear entirely. You trip over something - a body rotting, thick dark blood still blossoming on the ground in crystal-like fragments. They are smiling with eyes wide open at you. 21 - 40: As you walk deeper, you hit an old, rusted ferris wheel. There are people hanging inside each pod, some half-draped out, others nestled in. Their bodies seem to be showing light signs of decay, unmoving. All of them are smiling, widely, perfect teeth showing. 41 - 60: You manage to navigate through the fog into a segment of thick concrete. The area is extremely dangerous and radiates high levels of Fear and Insanity. You hear a voice mocking you, and laughing at the same time, words nonsensical. For a second you feel as if someone is watching you from behind you, tugging at you. As you walk past the pavement you realize all the cracks on the sidewalk are shaped in a large, wrinkled grin. 61 - 80: You see something from the corner of your eyes, a greyed out version of yourself. They wave at you and smile, grin splitting their face.... 81- 100: BOSS ENCOUNTER: - As you continue walking down the sidewalk you hear a large crack, followed by another. A strange gas explodes from underneath, making you extremely dizzy, as you cough to figure out what is going on, fighting for air now. You have exposed your entire team to a hallucinogen, making everything more terrifying than ever as your vision swims and hops uncontrollably and your hearing becomes muted. Something creaks, groans, lurches underneath you, but is that your imagination? - BOSS MECHANICS: This boss is a mob that has collective 100 HP. Every time you attack it (following the general battle rules), you TAKE 8 damage. AS you can't really see the boss, most of it will have to be dependent on what you can see, if anything at all, from strange faceless figures lurching, half-hopping towards you to the smiling dead coming back and swiping at you. Make sure to tally the boss's total HP (the damage you did to it) at the bottom of your post as well as your total HP and the damage you did that round. If the boss's HP hits 0, you have defeated it, and your team can now take the portal back. * 3 mission reward points for completing this successfully
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 3:48 pm
Otto gathered a small team, except that he hadn't really gathered them at all. It was more that he'd ended up with them. The mission was going to be dangerous, and somehow he felt jilted with the minimal manpower he'd been allotted. One of which being the weirdo goth chic on Twitter. Of all the rotten luck. With the rag tag team in tow, off they went to the hotspot. The moment he arrived, he wished he'd just stayed in bed that day. With a shiver, he stepped forward. "This'll be fun.." He grumbled under his breath.
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 3:54 pm
Chantelle had been delighted when she heard she got to go on a mission. Of course, they were dangerous, but she wasn't actually going to fight anything. And they had Otto to lead them. Otto was nice. She liked Otto, even if he could be surly.
No one hurt him and got away with it.
the weapon trailed off into the slit-throat rasping that passed for his breathing.
"Yes! Won't it?" Chantelle said, skipping a little with barely suppressed eagerness.
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 5:17 pm
Leslie slunk down to the appointed area, after getting lost a few times, after angrily asking for directions. The first time around, he was angrily told the wrong directions, It took a detour through the Life Labs to glean that he'd been duped, and the second time around, he managed a polite inquiry that got him the real directions.
"I'm sure it'll be a piece of ********' cake," he drawled, and slumped against a wall. He'd chosen not to wear his coat and scarf, and was instead in a ratty hoodie and rattier jeans. Leslie looked at the pair already there, noticing one as the chatty b***h that was mean to America, and not recognising the other. He offered the blond an abrupt head-nod upwards, and didn't acknowledge the woman.
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 3:18 am
Noah skidded to a halt at the rear of the group. "I'm here, I'm sorry, my phone was on silent, am I late?" The mission group was three people he didn't recognize, two guys and a girl. A tall, skinny, super-goth girl. Oh, no. Was this the goth girl from twitter who'd been arguing with the basement president?
He ducked his head, embarrassed. Would she recognize him? His twitter icon was a picture of him. She probably would. He really, really hoped she wasn't going to hold a grudge.
He realized, belatedly, that the short blond guy who looked like he probably wasn't much older than Noah himself was wearing a coat with hunter-rank markings. Okay, then, this guy was probably in charge. Even if he didn't look like he would've been.
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Bittiface rolled 1 100-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 9:35 am
"Right.. well." Noah finally showed up, and his ragtag team of misfits was ready to go. He did, however, give Leslie a dirty look for leaving his coat behind. "If you get hit by us, it's your fault." He called to him, gesturing to his lack of official attire. He then turned his attention to all others. "The fog here is really thick, so keep a sharp eye out. This is mainly a survey mission. Just observe and take note of what you find. Anything attacks you if and when we get separated, call out to us so we can assist." His arms shook at his sides, the shy and nervous side of him trembling at having given a speech. At least it was a small group. "Alright, go nuts. And.. attempt to stick together."The fog was intensely thick. Aside from the mission notes he never would have known where in the world he was. He took short and careful steps, hoping not to fall into a hole or through a wall. And then a voice called his name. "What is it?" He called back, but soon he realized it wasn't one of the team who'd called. Silence. But then a shadow. Otto cautiously moved towards it, but it suddenly disappeared, and Otto soon found his feet tangling in something. With a yelp, he fell over. Cursing, he dragged himself up, looking forward he saw it. A rotting corpse, dripping with what he assumed was blood. It formed oddly around it. Worser yet was the face. A face he could not for the life of him look away from. It smiled, eyes wide, frozen in time. He gulped, "Body.. there's a body." It didn't look to be a hunter, so he assumed it was one of the villagers the report mentioned. Quote: 1- 20: You can't see through the thick layer of fog. At some points you hear someone call you, whether or teammate or another voice entirely. At other points you see a shadow of someone, as you reach towards them they disappear entirely. You trip over something - a body rotting, thick dark blood still blossoming on the ground in crystal-like fragments. They are smiling with eyes wide open at you.
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Baneful rolled 1 100-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 10:41 am
Chantelle didn't even take offence at being ignored by Leslie, instead she just watched him calmly flout uniform and decided what kind of person he was.
Noah got a chilly look of his own, followed by a smile. "Hello there." she said. "Noah was it?" she wanted to make clear that she recognised and remembered him.
<>
He could practically hear the tailwagging in his head.
She listened intently to Otto's summary of their mission and the location, nodding in time with their orders. Through the portal there was mist, and if what she'd read, or rather Lawr had read, plenty of radiation.
Otto, the most highly ranked hunter with them and also the best meat shield if they got attacked, suddenly fell - apparently over a body. Chantelle yelped and leapt away, looking horrified. "Like, oh my GOD a real body! This is horrible!" she sounded just a bit hysterical already.
Butch whined.
<> he replied even through Chantelle's running around in panic, voice completely level.
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its me debz rolled 1 100-sided dice:
88
Total: 88 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 4:44 pm
Leslie shrugged, rolling his eyes and flipping Otto the bird. Whatever. He was supposed to be taking notes, but he'd be a monkey's uncle before that s**t ever happened. But, at the very least, Leslie had the decency to summon his weapon. It towered above his head when held upright, its top glowing with the crystalline blue. He held it in front of him, as if it could protect him like a shield might.
<< In the most basic of terms, >> it offered, quiet, still unhappy that it did not get a name, << we do provide to you a shield. >>
Shut up, whore.
The tiny angry blond guy sounded shocked about a body, and Leslie shuffled over to gawk at it. It was ugly, bloated, and provoked no response at all except the fact that it kinda looked like a victim of the Joker, with that dead-eyed smile and puddle of blood beneath it.
Leslie snickered quietly to himself, turning back around and--
Immediately staggering, because the ground beneath him began to open up, the very earth shaking beneath their feet. Between the cracks came a gas, thick and noxious, flooding Leslie's lungs and stinging his eyes.
"s**t--" he hissed, "gas! ********, I don't know, move or something!"
A warning spoken, and it was too little given too late: a faceless figure raised itself from the shadows, and lurched towards them all.
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prolixity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 3:20 am
Noah winced under that cold, withering look. Okay, yeah, she remembered him. Well ... she didn't seem like a very nice person, anyway, maybe he shouldn't really care if she liked him. Lazarus made a low, burbling, irritable noise in his mind. SMELLS LIKE DOG.
She said her weapon's a cat, Noah said, confused.
SMELLS LIKE DOG, the weapon repeated, but a trace of confusion had crept into his growl.
Stick together, okay. Noah tagged after Otto, feeling the skin crawling on the back of his neck. It was spooky here. It was really spooky. Noah had liked looking at pictures of abandoned places online; he'd thought that urban exploration was really cool, and sometimes he thought that maybe sometime he should try it, and generally he'd then remember being curled into a chilled, terrified, defensive ball in a crumbling pit that had once been a basement with something whispering intermittently in his ears and scratching thorny claws at his arms, and put that idea away quickly and firmly. But he was a hunter now, and he had Laz to help protect him.
The blonde tripped over something that turned out to be a body. Noah scrambled back, his eyes wide, and Lazarus materialized in his hand without Noah actually having asked him to. The body was dead, bloated and gross and inhuman-looking, lying in a puddle of dark half-dried blood, and Noah stared at it with wide eyes. He'd seen dead animals, of course, but this was -- this was different, weird, sickening, somebody had lived in that body and they were gone now, it was just a sack of bad meat in the shape of a person.
The other guy, the one whose name Noah hadn't caught, didn't seem to care, actually laughing about it, and Noah swallowed down a kind of sourness, somewhere between disgust and reluctant awe at how casual the guy could be about it. Chantelle was grossed out, which just about figured. She was a girl, after all.
The ground cracked under the guy's feet, and something came rising and lurching up out of it. A tiny, frightened sound choked and died in Noah's throat. The thing had no face. Its head swung, seeking blindly, and it changed course, heading for him.
Laz snarled and pulled at Noah's mind, an endless bloodthirsty hunger rising up in the weapon's thoughts, and this was part of what he was here for, wasn't it, to fight monsters? He didn't have to sit there and take it and hide, he had Laz. With that thought in mind, Noah lunged at the thing and buried the cleaver into what passed for its chest, terrified but starting to feel a kind of determined fury, his courage underpinned and spurred on by Laz's impatient desire to feed.
It raked cloudy-looking claws at him, and the claws hurt, but he didn't bleed.
HP: 32/40
Dmg: 9
Charge: 1/3
Boss HP: 91/100
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 12:54 pm
Someone was walking through the fog, effectively scattering it. Each step it took turned the ground, the parched pavement a soft green, grass, a lingering memory of safety and warmth hovering around it like an aura. It felt familiar, and terribly out of place in its archaic medieval armour and sheath with no weapon.
It, or he, just stood there, surveying the landscape, a spot of sunlight reaching where they were poised breaking through the fog entirely in a bizarre spotlight, golden-white cape billowing in a strange spring breeze. He was kind of hard not to notice.
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Bittiface rolled 2 12-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 12:58 pm
The varied reactions were, well, normal. Fear, squeaking and snickering. Such variety and diversity in this team. When the floor opened and something came with the gasses and burning air, Otto was also less than surprised. Simply unimpressed and slightly more agitated. He knew a battle would have happened eventually. He simply wished he'd had more time to gather data. As if a body with a smiling face and some gas were all that interesting to report.
Otto summon the six foot boomerang, using it more like a baseball bat than a projectile. Throwing her would only end in pain with visibility so low. He barely grazed it, feeling something attack him from within the fog. It was unnerving to fight what he could barely see. And what he did see rattled his nerves.
However, something was coming in a less terrifying manner. It didn't mean they were friendly, it didn't mean they would help. Being lured into a false sense of security was something Otto fell for one time too many. No matter how familiar, no matter how safe they felt. It reminded him of... Exalibur? Someone of that calibre, anyway.
"Heads up! Someone's here."
HP: 52/60
Dmg: 6
Charge: 1/3
BOSS: 85/100
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 12:59 pm
Chantelle wasn't fighting a super dangerous monster. She just wasn't. The minute the gas seeped out of the ground, the minute Noah ran forward, the death huntress ran the opposite direction and almost into the figure in armour.
quiet.> he hissed, irritably.
She skidded to a halt and tried to figure out if she needed to run away from that too.
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 7
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 1:06 pm
With a sloppy move, Leslie jabbed his weapon at the creature. It was unnerving and exhilarating in one breath, to know that he could cause real harm. He staggered back as far as he could go without tumbling backwards, trying to stay out of reach. The fog parted in the corner of his eye, and he turned a baleful look towards where the mist was thinner, sizing the weirdo guy up. Leslie jabbed a finger at the dude, eyeing Otto as he yelled: "This guy on our side, or their side, or what?" HP: 32 Dmg: 3 Charge: 1/3 BOSS: 82/100
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prolixity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 11:40 pm
The lurching figure grabbed at Noah again. It hurt a lot, and Lazarus was starting to make low unhappy bubbling sounds, not pleased about how much of his shield was crumbling away even as Noah sliced the cleaver's blade across the creature's reaching arms and the weapon fed again. Noah stumbled back, looking around frantically. The guy with the staff was fighting it along with him and Otto -- and whoa, Otto's weapon was huge -- but Chantelle had gone the other way, and was now faced with something else. Oh, s**t. Even if she was a jerk, she didn't deserve to fight alone. She hadn't even summoned her weapon. "Dammit," Noah whined, mostly to himself, and turned to go to her aid. As he approached, though, he could see that the other figure wasn't attacking, and a strange sensation of peace and familiarity stole over him, even though he'd never before seen the -- person? thing? creature? It stood in a golden glow of light, looking like a storybook illustration. Noah stopped short of the pool of sunlight that cut through the fog, Lazarus drooping towards the ground. "Who are you?" he blurted. HP: 24/40 Dmg: 6 Charge: 2/3 Boss HP: 74/100
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 10:57 pm
Noah really, really made a mistake in asking that question. A moment later, the figure moved quite a fair bit closer to the quartet, not even mindful of the insanity creature, that was shrinking back a fair bit just by this figure's presence alone.
"Help will always come to those who need it!" he suddenly called, raising one arm. A bright white sword formed in his raised hand. "Heroes or kings, I live to serve and protect all! Now, call my name and I will be your shield!"
It was getting a little too bright to make direct eye contact with this figure, and he had roleplay skills that would bring even Edgar and Mark's willpower combined to shame.
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