( Mission PRP ) Unfriendly Fire p.33 ( points! )

[Zoobey]

It is a restless sleep. It is a dreamless sleep and in it, there is a figure, dressed entirely in deep black. They turn around to you, and they seem familiar, a deceased one perhaps, a lost one, and they whisper something.

"Alive."

The word rushes forward, the sound becomes too loud, ringing all at once, clashing over and over-

- Thunk.

The bed seems too small, the quarters too cramped, the room too confined. It is quiet. Too quiet. The clock, if there are any nearby, reads 5:30 am, island time. For some reason, everyone else is asleep. It becomes impossible to sleep because in the distance is a voice, and it sounds familiar, and it is ringing deep, louder and louder, calling, calling-

- In a heartbeat all awake Hunters find themselves outside. Outside the dormitories, in the training fields, and in front of them is a single figure, slumped on the ground, the grass around them is burnt with a single sigil, a thick black O.

A pool of thick red blood is rapidly escaping the body, they wheeze as any Hunters approach, and raise a hand, trying to speak as they stare with wide eyes. Their throat has been slit perfectly, and now it gurgles and bubbles blood, always blood. It was a reminder of how vulnerable Hunters still were.

"s**t!" Any who turn around would see someone approaching. He is limping. It is rare to see the Death assistant swear, as most of Mark's words just involved the topic of Jedi and evasive maneuvers but he for once looks dead serious. He doesn't look quite as serious as he looks terrified, like a person who has embraced some odd fact and was trying to come to terms with it. Blood, it was always dark red blood, dripped freely from where he was trying to press against his own wound to keep it shut.

"No, don't - don't-" Mark sucks in a deep breath and covers his wound with his own jacket before pressing down on it. -"I'll be fine. We have to hurry, there's-" he winces - "this is a siege. I'll- I'll meet you at the lighthouse portal. Bring everything you can, supplies, equipment, whatever you got. Make it fast-" he pauses, defeated. "Don't fail me too okay." If he wasn't looking any more pathetic than he already did, it would have almost been an insult. "One more thing. If anyone, anyone stops you, don't make eye contact. Keep on going. Pretend you're one of them if you have to. Just make it to the lighthouse safely. Keep your mouth shut."

OOC

All Hunters interested in THIS can come in and post! Mark has hobbled away so it really just for Hunters to SHOW UP at the portal and partake in a dangerOus mission

 

[kuropeco]

"What the actual bloody hell."

This was the first thing to escape Gale's mouth upon arriving outside, quickly followed by the inevitable and slightly horrified sounding, "Mark, what have you done?"

Though on second glance, Mark was acting less like the ridiculous Division Assistant he was and more like an actual human being, and it was this that made Gale tense, because even in the most dire of situations, Mark had always been his normal, outrageous self, squealing and running around like a chicken with its head cut off.

"A siege?" Gale repeated sharply, catching the word like a knife to the gut. "Now?" Fear and anxiety and anger and alertness all roiled together in his stomach, a thousand thoughts passing through his mind all at once. He forced himself to calm down, to settle, to focus, because it was this that would get him through this. Panic and worry had never accomplished anything.

<< Oh, dear. >>

Gale took a deep breath.

"On my way."

A text was sent out as he ran, Gale dragging his coat on over his shoulders.

Zoobey

Ol-j-man

Text to Stormy:

Where you? Are you safe?

 

[Bittiface]

s**t, indeed.

Otto was filled with an overwhelming sense of dread. This situation felt heavy within his heart. A lot of things he had to let slide just to get by. It was hard to let such a sight roll off his shoulders. Mark he saw as a cockroach, undying. But seeing him in such a state was no less unsettling. Unnatural.

For now, as Tenya reminded him, it was best to follow the only order he'd been give.

Otto sucked in a breath and moved forward, following after his former midget rival Gale.  

[Lilwolfpard]

He awoke with a gasp of air.

Sitting up quickly he found himself covered in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. His clock read 5:30 am, why was he awake this early? A nightmare?

Alive.

The dream was fading around the edges, but that single word played through his mind over and over. A voice, familiar in an annoying way. He knew it, in fact... he could still hear it? Pausing, he held his breath to listen closer. Something was calling him?

A single blink of an eye he found himself somewhere else, the training fields? For some reason he did not find this odd at all, but the body that was on the ground had caused him to squeak. He took a step back, distancing himself from the body that gushed red readily with each dying breath the figure tried to take.

"A Siege?" He too repeated, taking notice of another injured man approaching them. He had seen him before, but he couldn't remember where. It was only as he saw Gale get something akin to his 'game face' on that Quinn realized this wasn't a joke.

He was scared. He felt like an a*****e; his first instinct was to place himself as far away from this 'siege' as possible. To turn tail and run the other way. Only, oddly, he stayed planted in place. His gut instinct told him to run, but his body wasn't moving. Was he perhaps learning?

Maybe he was turning into a fool.

Quinn, taking a deep breath, let it out slowly. He also saw Gale firing off a text, so he decided to do two as well. He just copied the same message twice.

Before he also darted towards his room, after Gale and Otto, to gather supplies. He didnt have much, but if he was going to even try and stand his ground he was as sure as hell going to be over-prepared.

sammpai

Text to Shiloh:
Shiloh are you awake? Are you okay?

kuroopu

Text to Ian:
Ian are you awake? Are you okay?

 

[mare]

It was lucky that someone else had gotten there first, someone more experienced and far more level-headed than Shiloh, the pink-haired hunter looking around wide-eyed and torn between rushing to Mark, rushing to the bleeding guy, and of course, between following orders.

Mark's order, however, for Shiloh, was particularly tall.

"You need something," Shiloh argued, trying to think of how quickly he could loot the labs of their runic bandages. Mark didn't look good, and the figure on the ground looked even worse. "What about them? What happened to your shield?"

His phone beeped in his pocket, but Shiloh didn't notice, to preoccupied with, well, everything.

Zoobey

lilwolfpard

he'll notice quinn there eventually

 

[iStoleYurVamps]

Solia wasn't ever used to the sight of death. Not so real, not so artfully put on display. Yet there the hunter was. Bleeding out. There was Mark, stupid, unprofessional goofy Mark, telling them to go. To pretend.

How easy it was to follow that order, to smile softly like nothing was amis. To pull off her glove, the brand openly on display as she gathered up her laptop, runic batteries, checked out a trapping gun, more runic batteries- okay she stole a few more batteries it wasn't like life didn't hate death already. Enough for a few hours off the island. As a precaution she also grabbed one of the small tool kits kept in the labs for basic tech repairs. If she couldn't use it, someone else could.

Arriving at the portal, her skirt 's poof hid the small bulk of the bag, the pendant of the island strapped to her person, hidden.

Solia was smiling still, a mask of pleasantries while she knew it was anything but.

She also brought a bag of instant coffee and a cheap water filter with red solo cups but that was pretty normal for her now.  

[Nothing Yet]

There was a figure in front of her, though Mimsy could not recall walking outside. More importantly, there was a bleeding figure in front of her, and she no longer cared that she could not recall walking outside, nor did she care that she was only wearing her bedclothes. It was a bit chilly at this time of day without any pants on, but her long socks covered her legs to her knees, and the ill-fitting shirt she wore was long enough to be a dress, at least.

With a smile, she knelt next to the dying Hunter, and extended her hand to catch some of the arterial spray. It really was a perfect cut, and she had to admire the handiwork. She made no indication that she intended to help him or Mark; she just kept her hand out, and shivered beneath the warmth of the blood.

"Oh, it's all right," she whispered to them. "Your heart is so weak. It will stop very soon, I'm sure!"  

[Blade Kuroda]

This was both disorienting and concerning. Deryk blinked wearily as he realized he was outside. The giant O seared into the ground was hardly a good sign. And the fact that Mark was panicking nearby was even worse of a sign.

"W-what. What's going on?' he managed to stammer out as he was trying to make sense of what was happening.

He recalled a whisper. 'Alive'

Just like that one text.

Alive. Giant O in the ground. Siege.

"...They.. they're still alive aren't they? The O hunters? Didn't wipe them out? Most problematic.."  

[Huni Pi]

Before doesn't have a lot of fond feelings for higher ups. Division Lead or Assistants, he doesn't trust them or like them out of principle. But in dire situations like this he knows better than to question orders. And, alright, maybe because it's Mark giving the instructions that has the Mist Hunter obeying.

He tries to send a few messages first to see how others are doing, are they asleep or awake as well? And... a siege? Was this like the last time and the time before that and, oh who the ******** was he kidding, Deus' security has been a joke thanks to one disaster after another.

Are we feigning sleep, then, silly Before? Vanna suggests, the sensation of being led back to his room becoming prominent in his mind.

The Mist shakes his head, no, he's not ducking out this time. He nods wordlessly and proceeds to the lighthouse portal as directed. He doesn't know what he's getting into, but then again, hadn't that been what started it all?  

[medigel]

Stormy wished sometimes that she was toore dtired to dream. Hadn't she done enough for just deep sleep? But the world did not operate on innate karmaic values, least of all Deus.

The world was asleep and something was alive, alive, alive. When she blinked, the world was horribly awake and something--someone--was dead.

She stared quietly for a while, a contrast of a hollow face and wide eyes that seemed brighter than usual thanks to the bags underneath. Somehow, all of her hair was tucked under a hat, but for the moment she couldn't remember why. While Stormy seemed serene, her hand visibly trembled as she reached for her phone, read the message, and answered it without changing expression, without really looking.

Mark was panicking. There was blood. Things needed to be grabbed. Siege.

Where are you? Are you safe?

kuroopu

Text to Gale:
ony m way

Things. She had to get her things. She had to get her important things, they couldn't be touched, they couldn't be left behind, they couldn't be--

< < Move. They are not worth your life. > >

You're wrong, she answered sharply, turning on a heel to get back to her room, her legs stretching as far as they could to cover ground. Appropriating what she thought was necessary and settling them into a pack (or in the case of her Mist Tools, the one at her belt), only then did Stormy whirl back towards the lighthouse. She arrived out of breath and tired, but ready to serve.
 

[kuropeco]

He'd stopped by his house for all of thirty seconds before running, and by the time Gale reached the lighthouse, he was fully dressed again, his hunter's jacket buttoned all the way up to his neck. Hanging from a belt around his waist was one of the runic trapping guns, and he was slightly out of breath. His hair, which was now longer than it had been in a quite some time, was pulled back into a messy ponytail at the back of his head, Gale catching sight of Otto and Quinn.

"Hey," he said, jogging up to them. "You guys all right? Do you know anything at all?"

Footsteps behind him indicated the arrival of someone else, and it was with enormous relief that Gale saw it was Stormy. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around her, tugging her towards him almost automatically. The O-shaped mark on his wrist beneath the glove seemed to burn, though he knew it was just his imagination.

bittiface

lilwolfpard

Ol-j-man

 

[Nio Love]

Robert was screaming when he woke up. He didn't, couldn't, handle seeing that face again. Hearing her voice. He was up with Mimsy, but not out with her - because she'd been clothed and he was not. It took him a few seconds to pull on a pair of shorts before he ran out into the - "s**t COLD s**t" - open grounds and ran straight for the bloodied hunter. He dropped to his knees, batting Mimsy's hand away. He had to see the damage-

Robert knew a lost cause when he saw one.

Heeding Mark's warning, he quickly looked around for any sneaky killers, before grabbing Mimsy's arm and tugging her to try and get her to her feet. "Stop it. Stop it now, focus. We gotta run. NOW!"

Nothing Yet

 

[kuropeco]

A text was sent to two people:

sammpai

Text to Shy:

you okay

lilwolfpard

Text to Quinn:

im fne on my way

When he arrived at the lighthouse, Ian's coat was only partially on, unbuttoned and hanging open, his scarf looped haphazardly around his neck. His eyes scanned the area, already searching for the two people he wanted to make sure were okay, and it wasn't until he caught sight of the both of them that he realized he was holding his breath.

"Hey!" Ian called, and made his way over to where Shiloh was, trying to catch his breath. He reached for Quinn as he passed by him, squeezing the other hunter's arm n a gesture of both greeting and gratefulness that he was okay. "Hey."