{ HUNTER END } The Purge is over

[Zoobey]

You wake up. Around you is a tent, and you seem to be lying on the ground. There are already Hunters, and you recognize some familiar faces - Allan wandering in the distance, still in great condition, and then Dr. H, speaking with a few Life techs. Everyone is very quiet, there is a residual tension in the atmosphere. Caelius appears some point later holding a weapon that was decidedly not his: a staff with a lantern tied to a chain, and what looks like the sheath of a sword, battered, unremarkable at best. He pauses in front of the Doctor and they have a moment of strange showdown, where both of them are perhaps communicating their feelings of murder without murder actually happening at that point in time.

Both items are dropped on the table where the tab techs are working. Mark seems to be fighting the techs for some equipment.

It is getting dark now, and it seems there are multiple portals assembled to go home.

"Scan the rest for signs of infection." The Death lead turns to leave, pretty much like always; sweeping in one moment, commanding orders, and then leaving for the next great peril. To him, Hunters were just resources, albeit sometimes ignorant ones, ones that dulled too often before they could be sharpened. He expected things that were a step ahead of what was happening currently and it made expectations difficult to any who did not understand. There was no real thank you at the end because there was always something that took up a little more attention and time.

You are battered, at best, and the fall was terrible, your weapon your only saving grace. You apparently have a light concussion as well, the world is spinning, and for the younger trainees, a couple of broken limbs, ribs, bruising. It would be at least a week just to fully heal. You look terrible.

The Death lead stands, and if he was affected from fighting what was possibly a horseman combined with the legacy of Destruction, he showed no signs. Every single Hunter division lead was always their own force of nature. Showing weakness stopped them from leading.

"You are powerless." He speaks, and the words are grating, always. "You are powerless without information, and no information is easily obtained. This information is earned from your efforts and trials, even if your sole purpose is to fail. Information freely given always has a price attached. So why is it that you fail. It is not my obligation to inform you of your own lackluster standings, it is not my duty to tell you how to be useful. It is my obligation to lead, and do my work. Every day I assign weekly tasks, I send out missions, I send out very specific instructions that often get ignored. You are the weakest link to me doing my job and yet all I hear is the sound of you blaming everyone but yourself. You can continue to feel sorry for yourselves or, you can ******** do your job as a Hunter and let me do mine."

"This was an S class mission I secured with a high rate of failure, but every single Hunter was called. Why. Because you were given a chance to learn instead of blaming others, and you were given a chance to see what we are ******** up against. You have no ******** excuse to idle after seeing what they are capable of. Because you and every single Hunter living in ignorance went in hoping things would work out, that we would succeed somehow, and learned otherwise. If you cannot single-handedly produce beneficial results, then endure the consequences. So, endure what happened. I could hand you information each and every single day but it is a waste of my time to see it so misused. Learn more yourselves. Learn why this happened, learn about the horsemen, learn their weaknesses, their exploits and remember it. This is true information, regardless of your division, and it is your power and experience. You can crawl back into whatever ******** hole of a room you can from, you can hide, but you will never learn and you will fall behind and become obsolete. Do not forget why you are here, or why you were called. Now. I will expect a mission report tomorrow with your experiences regarding the enemy. You are dismissed."

He steps away, and moves towards the table again. On the tablet is a broken pocketwatch. He picks it up and moves on to talk to Mark, who has managed to pry out pieces of equipment in the distance assessing, the sheath.

OOC

THE END???

- This is the end of the Deus arc. Hunters can stay to ask questions, and get themselves scanned/ tested out, and rp here a little longer in the aftermath before leaving. If you EXIT then you return to regular Deus (guild) and you can PRP anything out as you wish.
- A new set of tasks involving horsemen should come shortly, well keep you updated!
- The next night you have a nightmare. You can write a small solo in the Deus guild about remembering loss and fear OF Death. You remember in your DREAM SOLO the fear and loss of Death and what dying actually means. You remember death. Feel free to write it out however you wish, from your character's experiences with the concept of death.

 

[Pixie Nyxie]

Noemi woke on the ground, her body aching. Ribs bandaged up, it felt like she cracked a few. A moon hunter tried to push her back down, but she waved the girl away. Her breathing was labored, as if she ran a mile as she got herself up to a good sitting position and looked around.

She could see Caelius farther away with Dr. H, talking about something, but couldn't really focus on either of them for much longer, a wave of pain making her head spin.

She couldn't even hear Caelius rant, but she got the gist of turning in a Mission report...tomorrow.

Feeling sick to her stomach (because really pain and ribs) she gripped her arms around her and searched out Milo and Shu, to check up on them before crawling to her room.

Chirigami

She's always looking for you sir....

Meegane

Also you.

 

[Yayoi]

Everything had happened so fast that Zascha was having a hard time catching up. But he knew they had lost. Medea had won. It was something he knew was going to happen from the beginning of that battle.

They knew nothing of Medea or the Horseman's powers. Of course they couldn't have won.

He sat straight up out of his laying position, grabbing at his sides that were still a bit bruised but at least he wasn't bleeding. Or dead anymore. In all the commotion he had lost sight of Harlow. "Hey pipsqueak you still alive? You better not be dead dead cause you owe me that steak remember!" His head turned this way and that as he glanced about the crowd.

Yin-Bug

 

[its me debz]

The world stopped spinning so Leslie hazarded opening his eyes, wincing almost immediately. What a terrible ******** idea all of this was, from top to ******** bottom.

Aleria laughed, ill-timed, and he ignored it in favor of looking over his injuries: right arm in a sling and a matching ankle in a cast to boot, and breathing felt like fire might as well be leaking out of his goddamned rib.

"Jesus," he moaned, broken, curling up on his good side, only to realise there was no good side, and went back to laying on his back instead. Caelius was telling him what a useless piece of s**t he was, but the cynical part of him tuned it out. It was everything he'd heard before for a lifetime, it wasn't like he was saying anything new.

There'd be time to leave later. But for now, Leslie just...didn't wanna move.

ol-j-man

just so you know he's here biggrin <3

 

[poke mattix]

Jason awoke with a scream.

He didn't know why he was screaming, but he just was. Even if every muscle protested to this he continued to scream, tearing at the skin on his hands until a moon tech came over to hold him down to stop the hunter from injuring himself even more.

Eventually Jason did calm down enough to stop making a racket, but he was shaking pretty bad. Slowly he sat up, looking down at the rest of his body. He was quick to see one of his legs had been splintered and bandaged.

He went to reach for it, intending to pull the bandages off to see what was underneath, but the moon tech just slapped his hand away.  

[chiickadee]

Chel awoke to Caelius continuing to yammer on about responsibility and learning and information. She already put Caelius very, VERY low on her list, but to hear that he had put them out there on the field just to know what failure was put him down about three more pegs.

She wanted to tell him to shut up, honestly. He was doing a weird villain-anti-hero monologue about the glory of being a Death hunter or something. She was a sun dammit. She didn't gather information, she was the one who used it. The one who created action.

If she was really opposed to Caelius, she didn't pipe up though. Her head was killing her and her stomach definitely had a few stitches in it. She was in no mood and no condition to go defying a Division leader, especially one that was so dangerous. Chel wasn't the brightest but she knew that staff and sheath weren't just an odd fashion statement.

Instead, all she could do was lay there feeling awkward, defeated and out of place.  

[DarkHeartedSorrow]

Chris came to slowly to the sound of Caelius droning on. He couldn't even focus on the words, didn't really care to. His vision swam and he couldn't breathe more than shallowly without intense pain. When he tried lifting his head he felt nauseous.

"Augh," he groaned, though even that hurt. he breathed out again.  

[Bittiface]

Otto awoke in pain.

Sitting up proved a miserable feat to take on. Listening to Caelius was always a good way to kick his confidence while it was down. They'd lost a very important battle. If only Otto had focused more on Medea. If only he'd tried harder. If only he was stronger. But he was nothing, as always. A useless nothing, good for nothing fool.

As soon as he was able, Otto stood. He wondered if he ought to search for Maebe and Cami. If he left without them, they'd be angry. He could see them being tended to. They looked terrible. Very, very terrible. They must all have fallen from that crumbling tower. It was a wonder they were alive.

He wished he wasn't.  

[chirigami]

His whole body ached, in various places spiked in pain more than others and he had a terrible headache and when Milo reached up to apply pressure at his temple he found bandages there; okay that made sense apparently he had hit that too on the way down.

Inside his head he could hear Koume's going on about how she had to fix him yet again while outside he could hear the disappointed, pissed of lecture of the Death Lead - really, he hadn't thought him to be a really bad guy but this was like the third time he was being yelled at by him; opinions were changing more and more.

But that didn't mean he didn't take Caelius' words to heart, because he did feel kind of low for failing a mission. Because failing sucked. Like, what if the Power Rangers didn't win the day? Well, sometimes they didn't but they would come back again, but stronger and totally pull through. (Maybe that would happen? Well, that was a thought).

His hand remained against his head as he closed his eyes. He would think about rallying back after he stopped feeling like crap.

nyxtsuki moon

ouo7

 

[Carhop Cavalier]

Waking up with a pained gasp, Lex ignored Caelius for the most part - until he said they'd been sent to learn failure on purpose. His temper flared and died down quickly, realizing he was in no shape to say or do anything. ******** that guy, though. The more and more they were exposed to Cael, the more Lex hated him.

He took another pained breath, feeling at his stomach. Ah, yes - the bandages were still there, but suddenly wet. He supposed the wound from the black figure reopened when the tower fell - or he broke some ribs. It could have been both, actually. He groaned, laying his head back on the floor as memories began to flood back to him. He was the Green Soldier at one point during that fight, a moment of joy, and then he became one of them. A Horseman of Conquest, who had hunted down other Hunters and even Halloween creatures for sport. Some had ended that early for him, which he was grateful for. He did not, however, owe them a debt. He owed Kylee for patching his wounded a** up, and that was about it.

The ring felt heavy still, and he breathed a third pained whine. All of that, and he still had zero ideas as to where Ami was.  

[Inle-roo]

Evan awoke to a throbbing pain that ran from his right hip up to his shoulder, intense enough that he could see spots dancing just outside the edges of his vision. Maybe that was just the bright light, though. It seemed they were in the desert again, because monsters just couldn't exist in nice, temperate locations. Well, whatever had happened, at least he hadn't been set on fire again. This had to be a step up.

He gritted his teeth as he tried to take a deep breath and only made it part of the way before something in his chest screamed in pain. It was his ribs, he decided. One, maybe two fractures. Nothing felt loose and he wasn't coughing up blood the way he would be if he had punctured a lung, so if they had broken, at least it wasn't too badly. Not too bad, then, and it was a little funny but mostly sad that only a few injuries constituted a successful outing.

Caelius was droning on about something that Evan, at that moment, couldn't have given fewer ******** about if he tried. All it did was give him incentive to pick himself up, because then he might at least be able to get out of earshot. Evan grimaced as he rolled onto his back, and the relief was blissful and instantaneous. He knew he should probably get himself checked out just so his bones, if they were broken, had a chance to heal right before his weapon kicked in, but whatever he had done, he felt like maybe he had earned a minute of rest.

When the pain and Caelius's voice started lulling him to sleep, Evan knew it was time to leave. He turned himself onto his good side and pushed himself up, trying hard not to use the muscles in his core to do so. He held his injured arm--nothing broken there that he could feel, but he was sure to have a spectacular bruise in the morning--close to his body as he headed through the portal back to the island. He could use a nap and a drink, not necessarily in that order.  

[nessy]

Cami was not having the best day. She was laying on her stomach on a cot, topless, for starters. Topless + sand = not the best no matter what was happening. Yet there was also someone from one of the intellectual divisions scanning, poking, and prodding the wound in her back to make her want to scream at them with roaring invective. She was not a science experiment. Yet the monster that had dropped them from the tower had reached inside of her skin, past her bones, trying to get to her heart. Odds were she was going to be at least watched, carefully, for quite some time.

Other than the open wound in her back that was going to, eventually, hopefully, be bandaged up and covered in burning antiseptic, Cami was not that badly wounded. Skin was scraped off one of her legs, one of her arms, where she'd hit the ground. That selfsame arm was tightly braced from a hairline fracture which would make doing anything in her division for the next week or so rather difficult. Really? She was looking forward to the vacation.

Seeing Otto she lifted an arm, immediately snarling at the pain, and lowered it again. "Otto!" She called to him. At least he could hold her hand.

xxBittiface

 

[Bittiface]

Otto sat down in front of Cami, since she was in a bit of a situation otherwise. He held her hand, even though all he wanted to do was bury himself in the Sahara and never emerge again. Cami's pain took priority, as would Maebe's when she came to.

His kept his eyes away from the gruesome prodding of the Life Techs on her bare back. He focused on her hand and face.

"Hey." He murmured.

nesshime

Nio Love

in case maebe is sleepin neerby idk <3 hi

 

[Pixie Nyxie]

Her newfound 'Milo' sense tingled as if the man had came too. Since she was one of the few walking through, it wasn't hard to spot green against the white and a long lanky form.

She gasped as she held her ribs, moving to crouch down to Milo.

She reached over to tug on his hand, looking at his face for a moment.

"Hello Milo." This time, she tried to smile for him.

Chirigami