Objective: Capture a clone of O. Thompson for the Death division leader, C. Innis. Last reported activity in the Sahara.
Mission Duration: Short term, 1> Day
Provisions: Runic weapons per clearances are permitted, as are artifacts, etc.
OoC Prompts
Roll from either set, sophie's choice. After some exploring, I'll quote liz for a clone encounter. Bad Merlin juju may occur at some point!
Exploration Prompts: Roll 1d10
1-5 Nothing happens 6 - you find the body of a sun hunter, if you choose to stay and search further, you find their weapon tablet 7 - you get lost, your phone reception no longer works, you wander for hours and begin to hallucinate, roll 1d4 to determine what you see. After awhile you finally find your back to camp.
Quote:
1 - what you desire most at that moment 2 - your home 3 - something from your childhood 4 - someone you fear/dislike
8 - what seems to be a dark cloud rises up in the distance, as it grows closer, you realize it's a swarm of locusts. They swallow you up in their mass for a time, but in the end, rush past without taking notice of you. 9 - you see a set of rocks in the distance. Careful study reveals a door. Post quote lizbot. 10 - you find a cluster of dandelions in the sand. Post quote lizbot.
Daily Prompts: roll 1 d100
1: The ground shakes beneath your feet and cracks begin to appear in the distance when out of the sand a massive sand worm the size of the Empire State Building bursts out. Between its many segments you see tiny flashes of light that upon (dangerously) closer inspection appear to be suits of armour and weapons. Weapons with glowing runic marks. It towers above you and then smashes down upon the camp, destroying it easily. Roll 2d20 to determine your injuries. Your options are to either portal home and report, or stay and fight the creature known as The Armoury (HP: 9999)
2 - 10: Nothing happens.
11 - 20: An unusually large swarm of insects pass by the camp. They seem to pause and hover, blanketing the camp for several moments before moving on.
21 - 30: You find a stone stairway that leads to vine-covered underground temple, red flowers blooming all along its walls. You begin to hear voices, both strange and familiar. Should you get injured at any point during this, the vines will enter your body and begin growing inside your hunter. They will grow more paranoid as the days pass as well as hallucinating, the vines becoming visible under their skin after one day, and then blooming the next. Bringing them back to Deus will end their part in the mission, as they will need a two day day infirmary stay to be rid of the plants. A flower or vine-like scar will remain on their person.
31 - 60: Horsemen appear and attack your camp or patrol group. ((These can be either player character horseman you invite to battle (which will make your base RP points PVP points and worth 2 instead of 1 rp point) or you can battle against an automob who you will be able to possibly capture.)) Horseman AutoMob (clan/appearance/name are your choice, though do follow the horseman guidelines for such) HP: 60 Auto Damage: 5 Special: Should you bring their HP to either 0 exactly or 1, then you may viably capture them and bring them back to Deus. (Bonus Pay: $3000) otherwise they simply escape or dissipate.
61 - 70: Nothing happens
71 - 80: You discover an underground oasis. It's very enjoyable.
81 - 90: You fall through the sand into a stone room. Along the floor are piles of body parts. One of the piles begins to move, then several more. Roll 1d20 to escape back up the way you came or destroy a wall with your weapon. You must roll 11 or higher to succeed. Failure causes you to be mobbed by the creatures. Before you pass out, you notice their features changing to match your own. When you wake up, you are naked and alone except for your weapon's totem. You either escape under your own power or are rescued by your teammates.
91: Nothing happens.
92: You're attacked by figures of bone and rotting flesh, they move both mindlessly and as a unit, as it they were puppets. Corpse Mob: HP:30 Auto Damage: 3 Special: Every time you miss the auto damage is 6 instead of 3. When they are defeated they simply collapse into parts.
93: Nothing happens.
94 - 99: A sandstorm locks you into the base for the rest of the day. No more prompts may be rolled for that day.
100: Moths shot through with silvery veins begin to form a female figure. (post quote lizbot)
Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 8:12 am
A personal mission from Caelius. He'd gone to Caelius for redemption only to return with empty hands and a sense of discontent. He'd already known, had already assessed the board before Kostya had even moved. And yet Kostya lived, despite it.
He wouldn't fail now.
After the previous encounter, Kostya knew that they were too strong to take on alone. He needed people of power-- at least his level, and preferably ones with a good head on their shoulder. Those two facts alone eliminated a huge number of potentials. From there, he'd cross-referenced the available hunters with those that had expressed interest in clones through various methods, but primarily twitter.
Jack and Rep seemed to be the ideal candidates, and so they were who he requested, and hoped that they might forgive him, should anything go wrong.
--
He felt coolly detached, for now, although he was sure that fact would change upon an actual encounter with a clone. How many were left? He'd trained ten. Two--"Taym"-- was rogue. Life division had an unspecified amount sequestered away.
He hoped for the best, and assumed the worst. The pricking at the base of his neck had gone idle, in recent times, but it hadn't gone away entirely. Today it was heavy, with something Kostya assigned as anticipation or apprehension but was more likely neither.
Kostya stood at the portal, ready and waiting. He'd never felt so cold.
Rep never turned down missions, even missions that apparently originated from Cael and most things originating from or relating back to the other man ended horribly. Also it seemed to be a case of heading back to the Sahara, a thought which also did not fill him with joy. Still, he showed up to the lighthouse portal kitted out in accordance with where they'd be heading, wearing two scarves, one purple and one pink, loosely looped about his neck, able to be used to protect from the sun, hung about him he wore his supplies harness, kitted out for however long they might be there, the brief had said a short time, he didn't believe it for a moment.
Kostya got a nod of greeting, Rep devoid of his usual snark. Despite everything else, when it came to missions Rep was surprisingly businesslike and professional, willing to pull in the traces with everyone else without causing too much trouble, so long as he felt that his companions were of a like mind. Kostya was to his credit, capable of surprising efficiency and he was not actually upset to see him there.
Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 9:28 pm
There was a mixture of dread and excitement in him as he climbed the steps up. On the one hand, the Sahara; on the other, clones. He had heard enough to know these were not things to be taken lightly or even to be happy to see, and yet there he was, smiling to himself in the space of private time that he had, glad to be part of something like this. No doubt he would come back regretting at least half of the decisions--that always seemed to be the case these days--but he let his rare moment of optimism run its course until he turned at the last step and entered the lighthouse proper.
He'd brought his old gear from the previous Sahara stay in July, along with the prescription sunglasses Finn had gifted him and Chel's borrowed pink goggles. His last stay had been for over a month; he was hoping this wouldn't prove to be the case again.
"Gentlemen," Jack greeted them as he double checked his runics.
"Privyet," he offered with a polite decline of his head, face blank as ever. In addition to his fur coat, Kostya also had a pair of goggles slung around his neck, a pair of thin black gloves already on both hands. "Thank you for coming."
Kostya took a long look at them both-- through them-- lips drawn tight. "Goal is to capture clone of vun Obadiah Thompson. While ve have coordinates of last sighting, they are only approximate. I know you are both familiar vith clone, but to drive point home: they are strong, and sometime travel together. Caelius vishes to have vun for himself, his own examination."
He spoke calmly, but with more graciousness than confidence; they had changed so much, and others had seem them so much more. Kostya looked at Jack."Not in Life division hands. Apologies."
Rep didn't know Jack well, but had found almost everything the other man said on twitter spot on. He seemed like a stand-up bloke and that was a hell of a lot more than the redhead could say about the rest of the island. It felt good to be going on a mission with capable people for a change, many of the larger missions were after all all hands on deck and many of those hands were inexperienced, insubordinate, bleeding hearts or all of the above. The man got as amicable a grin as rep was capable of.
He listened to their briefing with a keen attentiveness, despite having carefully read the paperwork prior, keen to pick up if Kostya had any more information than they did on the clones. If he was honest, he was keen to meet them after hearing so much about them, even if they were rumored to be dangerous and fast regenerating.
"Life has some already anyway from what I hear, fair's fair." he said with a grin.
As they headed though the portal the desert beyond was still and silent, for now. Rep didn't trust it for a second.
"How are we to subdue them? An old fashioned thrashing?"
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Jack returned the grin and shrugged off his bad news. "If I come back from this without mild trauma, I won't complain," he told Kostya. Meeting one at all was a treat anyway, and as Rep had pointed out, he could always go to the doctor and ask about the group Life already had. Field experience was a bonus in and of itself, risks notwithstanding: some things just weren't as fun in the lab. And he could honestly use an excuse to be doing something productive and off island, even if he could still remember Chel's worried look when he told her about it.
Past the portal, he squinted into the sandy distance, spying nothing of immediate concern for now, which still mildly concerned him. "What else can you do to something whose blood apparently will creep right back into the place you beat it out of?" he replied somewhat cheerily in spite of the old feelings of dread bubbling up. "Doubt capture guns would work. Let's hope we only find one, then. Got a torch here if we need the extra fire power."
Probably would and probably wouldn't matter at the same time, but it had served him well in his missions thus far. Bandages went without saying, because god only knew how hard those ******** hit.
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96Total: 96 (1-100)
Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 12:34 am
"God forbid they learn about how to share," Kostya drawled, stepping through the portal, his tone bland but the joke an obvious one.
The heat was oppressive and searing, but that was nothing new.
"I believe that vould be best. If ve remove limb and not let rejoin, think capture gun might verk."
Might.
Depending on runic technology-- for anything-- was a risky investment. But what other choice did they have?
(Kostya wished, sorely, for one of those collars he'd caught them with, roaming like dogs in the garden, collected like mobs in a video game, not a scrap of humanity in them, not even in their eyes.)
"It is good ve have your strength," Kostya said, glancing sidelong at Rep as the wind picked up around them. A storm was coming, brewing in gusts on the dunes afar. It looked strong enough to warrant the protective gear, but not enough to stop progress-- or so Kostya postulated, anyway. Syntax ran imaginary statistics in his head, a running line of blue and red across his mind, the comforting string of numbers that Kostya had grown so accustomed to.
"Sandstorm is on vay." He pulled down his goggles, tucked his scarf up around his mouth, and flipped on his headset. It crackled to life with a low hum, and he shielded his eyes with one hand, surveying the horizon. A large plateau was off to the Northwest, a landmark. Sand dunes could shift with wind, but rocks, not so much. With his voice tinny from the headset, Kostya spoke: "Should aim for structures. To keep on path."
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94 - 99: A sandstorm locks you into the base for the rest of the day. No more prompts may be rolled for that day.
Yolo pretend I rolled this for yesterday so we can keep going >>;
And instead of being locked in a base (since there isn't one) liz said we can just have them slog through it for a while |: *jazz hands your lives suck*
"I could live without more trauma too." Rep agreed, he'd had his fill lately and then a little more besides. "Maybe we'll get ******** lucky and get a quiet walk in the sand and a compliant clone." A man could dream. Shaking his head he mused aloud. "Why do these ******** clones need to be from Taym of all people? He's the most ******** defiant ******** on the ******** planet." He'd have rather it had been someone intrinsically a doormat rather than a mangy alley cat who would try and gnaw your face off when cornered. Maybe the clones were politer. Maybe.
"Aye, they could learn from Death" Rep said with a pleased grin as they traipsed in. "The ******** sharingest."
"Regardless." he said when they were in the desert itself. "I'm looking forward to figuring out how to subdue the ******** things, the whole ******** concept gives me the heebies. We should just try every ******** thing possible up to and including pummeling the s**t out of it." That was the one upside at least, had the clones been Harrison he wouldn't have been able to strike them, as Taym he intended to with impunity.
Kostya got a surprised eyebrow raise for his compliment, all the more so since Rep had a good idea that the stoic Russian didn't hand out hollow statements without some thread of fact behind them. Any and all compliments blindsided him and he cleared his throat. "Ta." he said. "Though I'm no half as strong as I'd like to be, especially ******** lately." He tried not to think too hard about being dragged under by the horde of zombies unable to do anything about it.
Sandstorms were the inevitable hazard of this shithole and he'd hoped that somehow they'd avoid them, no such luck. He too pulled down his goggles and pulled up his scarves, keeping much closer to Jack and Kostya lest they get separated by the wild weather. As they moved a solitary figure was visible, first as a shadow in the haze and then more and more until it became fully visible.
A wild horseman has appeared! Rep found himself thinking and then was filled with deep, pokemon self loathing.
Quiet walk in the sand alright. Jack slipped his goggles on as well and turned his head as the brunt of of the wind swept over them, everything turning a murky and even slightly comforting rosy brown. Immediately he summoned his weapon, half out of instinct and half because the runes and green smoke from Owain's lock would (hopefully) help identify him. He also recalled on his last trip that sandstorms tended to be the ruse some horsemen used to catch hunters astray.
"Because of Marie, right?" came his voice through the headset as he fell in line behind them. "My sympathies." He remembered Rep's saccharine turnabout on Twitter a while back when discussed; Owain had gnashed his teeth at the very thought of sharing headspace, let alone whatever else happened behind the screen.
Sweeping his gaze past the landmark Kostya pointed out, he caught sight of the quickly solidifying figure and raised his weapon. "Heads up--" The horseman rushed forward, and there was a clang as he parried the first blow and struck its body. The smell of rotten flesh made him tug his scarf up even tighter, grimacing as it blurred into the sandstorm with a rattling laugh. "Oh good, guerilla fighter. All in favor of practicing dismemberment on it?"
hp: 45 damage: 9 charge: 1/3 horseman hp: 51
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It would have been too merciful a fate, to have an excursion into a desert without a horseman encounter. (Especially this particular desert. How many hunters had had their blood spilled on this sand? How many weapons lost to lairs, wicked and deep? Too many, and not enough. To horsemen, and now something more: something other, something caught between the lines.)
"No luck today," Kostya muttered, recoiling ever so slightly at the stench. He jumped backwards, content to let his melee-range companions take point. It was lone, at least, with no other sight of more on the horizon. He fired off a quick shot, grazing the thing's shoulder.
hp: 45 damage: 3 (u piece of s**t kostya) charge: 1/3 horseman hp: 48
Rep nodded grimly at the mention of Marie but did not comment. He'd taught himself to avoid slighting the capricious weapon and instead got on with things as much as it was possible to do so.
He summoned as Jack leapt into the fray, watching Kostya distract with opening fire before leaping in with the enormous axe, bringing him down in an overhand onto the horseman. He was not concerned by the smell, having grown to enjoy the sour and cloying scent of decaying flesh a long time ago.
"Sounds like fun." he grunted at the mention of dismemberment. "Nae more than these cunts deserve."
"I wouldn't say no luck," Jack said dryly. "It's just the one and not a whole damn herd. Nothing wrong with some warm ups before the game."
His swing proved less successful as a thick wave of sand crashed over him, and the horseman took advantage of his momentary blindness. He almost missed having Leslie as backup now.
hp: 40 damage: 4 charge: 2/3 horseman hp:38
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 9:55 pm
"Do they often travel in group?" Kostya asked, maneuvering to a better angle, firing twice Syntax twice. Twin balls of red electricity soared through the air, crackling sharply. The horseman managed to volley one of them back at him, ending in some static-laden damage to his shield.
He grit his teeth in irritation. A foolish mistake. One he'd not repeat. Missions often reminded him of how little combat experience he truly had; Kostya knew he should remedy that. Perhaps it'd be a goal for the year.
"I think they only travel in packs when they are excecuting some kind of plan. This clan anyway." he frowned, backing up. "That or exiled ones, got attacked by a loner War one years back, ******** my shoulder over."
There wasn't an opening for a weapon like Tracey yet, but he patiently awaited it.
hp: 50 damage: ur shitting me charge: 1/3 horseman hp:
