The alarms start blaring. The lights dim to an emergency red, and there are shouts, screams, Hunters scrambling outside, some waking up, others just beginning or ending their shift. The clock reads 3:45 am. It is still dark outside.
There is a loud jolt, and then the power turns off entirely, before the backup power kicks in, resounding only the alarms and a dim red light.
Hunters are chosen. They are the ones who can see shadows, the ones that have the ability, power, to wield weapons. Hunters are more than human, they are warriors, fighters, thinkers, they exist as protectors.
And when a Hunter is not a Hunter, when their weapon is silent, when everything hurts and cuts into their flesh, when their bones and muscles ache and they feel a strange, cold tiredness begin to seep, and a madness call to them, ringing in their ears, there comes a strange moment of reality that Hunters cannot escape.
Without their weapons, they are only human.
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WELCOME TO THE FIRST HOUR:
- All Hunters weapons are on lockdown. Hunters cannot hear their weapons. They do not benefit from any abilities of their weapons and/or side abilities. Their HP however, remains the same.
- For Hunters unable to participate in this event, they can either be off island (twitter communications are down) OR they can be asleep, and only dream of a deep green darkness as it pulls them downwards, as they are unable to wake up
- This is pretty much a survival event! The point of this ORP is to survive long enough to fend off the hostility on the Island, and hopefully, save allies and figure out what is going on. Anyone who participates in this event will have a chance to gain special runic weapons that can be used offensively or defensively in lieu of weapons lockdown situations.
- PLEASE START A VIRUS COUNTER: Roll 1d10 when you start a post (ONLY YOUR FIRST POST IN THIS THREAD) and add this to your virus counter in your OOC. If your roll is high, you experience nausea, sickness, confusion, and a strange maddening ring in your ears. If you roll low, you got lucky. - During this event, the virus counter will go up. Please refer to the stages below to see what stage your Hunter is at. If your Hunter has an antidote they can use it on someone and it will cure them of the virus at any stage, otherwise they are not immune. - If your character reaches the final stage, they will stay that way for the rest of the event so be careful!
Stage 1: 1- 25: Your character feels sick and feverish but they can still function. Occasionally, they hear brief words that do not seem to exist.
Stage 2: 26- 50: Your character experiences moments of unclarity where everything seems to blur. They become more aggressive and angry. Their head hurts painfully, and their self control weakens (on the aggressive scale)
Stage 3: 51 - 75: Your character hears a calling to them. They feel like they need to leave. They begin to walk towards the shore, trying to leave, for an unknown destination. Anyone who tries to prevent them from doing it gets attacked.
Stage 4: 76 - 100: Your character is in the final stage. They have finally accepted that they cannot leave. They lose consciousness for a brief second, and their nose and eyes bleed. When they wake up, they have lose all semblance of self control. They begin to attack everyone relentlessly, without recognition. Roll 2d10-6 for frenzy dice. When they attack a player, the damage they do to the player is added to the player's infection percent. For instance if their infection is 5%, and an infected stage 4 player does 4 damage, their infection rate is now 8% A PLAYER WILL ALSO BECOME FULLY INFECTED IF THEIR HP GOES TO 0 and pass out/ wake up to be infected at 100%.
- For all those who wake up, they may now explore. You can remain in the dormitories or head down to the courtyard (post where your character is in the top of their post so people know where to interact). Feel free to discuss with each other what is going on. Everything else is in lockdown. If your Hunter is in the labs, they are immediately rushed to exit, but cannot enter again. If your character has a house and are not in the dorms, they actually preface the alarms. They wake up to vines covering everything around them, and are forced to higher ground, ie: the main Deus area itself until the vines cover all arond them.
- For the entire duration of this event, you can use your runic weapons, and about nothing else (ie: the one turn runic weapons, such as roll 1d4 etc). Your melee dice value is 2d6-6).
- Once again, communications are down. Phones AND messages do NOT work. Portals are locked. In fact, you are locked into Deus, and cannot seem to leave the courtyard, as there are large green thorny vines that surround all the walls, literally, preventing your escape.
Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 5:48 pm
[ courtyard ]
The cacophony normally present in his mind has fallen silent. This alone is cause for alarm, but the sudden outbreak in sirens and stumbling hunters raises it further.
Syntax.
Silence.
Syntax, online.
Silence.
Syntax, we have a job to do.
Silence.
Attempts to summon yield nothing, and every hair on the back of his neck raises. He is alone. There is a crisis.
The Semblance of Unity rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 5:54 pm
[Dormitories - Horace]
Horace jolted out of bed, every muscled tensed as alarms went off. He threw on whatever clothing was closest, hopping into a pair of bright orange shorts and shoving his feet into shoes. This was no time to put on socks. His door banged open as the lights cut, and slowly, the backup power flickered on. Horace felt hot, uncomfortable, and he couldn't tell if it was because the air conditioning was cut or not.
"Hey! Anybody down here know what's up?" He zipped and buttoned his shorts and began to walk down the dorm hallway. Something felt wrong. Even with all the alarms, it was too silent.
COUNTER: 2 HP: 50/50 RUNIC: barrier daggers
its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 2Total: 4 (2-20)
Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 5:55 pm
dormitories
Felicia snorted awake at the sound of alarms, screaming at the top of her lungs in startled fright.
"J-j-j-j-jesus," she moaned, rolling out of bed to find some ******** pants, and then out the door, not even quite noticing that her normally silent partner was, well.
Once upon a time, he would have jumped out of bed, rushed to change his clothes and run outside to see why the alarms were blaring, but now it took Wilson a moment to open his eyes. His room was dark, but was now flashing a bright red that stung his eyes. It wasn’t as if he had been sleeping deeply anyways. The hunter tried to mentally grasp for his weapon. Dabir.
He rolled out of bed and walked toward the closet, ignoring the sounds of hurried footsteps outside his door. Radio silence. Dabir? Knots began twisting in his stomach as he finally left the dorms. Wilson was at a loss of what to do first, but then it suddenly hit him like a slap to the face.
It was too early for someone to be screaming outside. Lucky opened his eyes to dim red light and a digital alarm clock that flashed 3:45 and groaned. The lacerations were just barely beginning to scar over, and he still hurt all over. The last thing he wanted to do at this hour was have to play unwilling audience to someone else's domestic dispute in the middle of the damn courtyard.
This time he jolted awake, entangled himself in his sheets, and landed painfully on the floor back-first. His head swam a little, as the line between waking and sleeping had not fully drawn itself yet. He stumbled around in the dark to pull on whatever he could in the space of 30 seconds.
He tried his phone - dead. He looked around for his totem, but found nothing.
"Song?" he croaked, but there was no sign of her again. Any attempt to draw her as a precaution was equally futile. He was alone. And after what had just happened, he was starting to feel very, very defenseless.
VIRUS #: 4/100
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Seussi rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9Total: 9 (1-10)
Seussi
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 5:57 pm
Dorm (in his room)
He never really slept well. An hour here, a couple more there in the night. Sometimes he got up and wandered around, had a drink, had a smoke, or sometimes he left the room entirely.
Or sometimes he just laid there in bed, listening to the sound of the breathing beside him, all while willing himself to go back to sleep. There was no reason to be awake. Nothing was going to happen. Nothi---
The alarms jolted him up in bed first, but before he could really process that, or the absence of Trynt in his head, his ears began to ring instead. "Agghhh!" He let out a pained sound, shoulders hunching, as nausea swept through him. "What...What the ********..." He was kicking the covers (pretty much just one thin sheet it was too hot for more) off of his legs.
He felt chilled, sick, his joints ached.
It was then that he tried to talk to Trynt. It was then that he sought to summon the weapon to his hand. It was then that he was greeted with nothing but silence in the deep recesses of his mind where the wyvern dwelled, an echoing emptiness.
"s**t. s**t s**t s**t..." He clambered his way out of bed, and made his way to the dresser to get his clothes, nausea be damned.
"Ripley? You...okay?" He hadn't even looked at him yet, too busy acting on instinct as he swallowed back a sudden urge to gag.
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Finn virus counter: 9 HP: 60
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 5:59 pm
Rep had been waiting and dreading the moment when the grail would arrive, to the point that it had started to make him paranoid. There was no respite from the constant anxiety and worry and when finally, on the way to the cafeteria the lighting dimmed and the alarms kicked in, he almost felt relieved. The deep, sick anxiety was replaced by a sense of purpose and direction.
He reached out for Tracey and found nothing but silence, nothing but humanity.
A shiver wracked him at the thought that he was mortal, absolutely ******** mortal, but he had to help. He had to ******** try and change something.
He made his way to the courtyard, because it was the only ******** place he could think of, checking his runics and thanking, above all ******** other things, that Ace was off island, that he wasn't here to get caught in this, whatever it turned out to ******** thanks Gale." he snarled as he broke into a jog.
If there ever was a ******** day they didn't wake up to alarms, screams and just downright chaos and panic (and also waking up at ungodly times in the night), Jake would assume he was either no longer on Deus, or dead. Unfortunately, it was neither, and duty was duty. Nothing new.
However, something WAS different this time. By now, Chester would have been quite alert, telling Jake what he should be doing first and where to go, but this time... absolutely nothing. His mind was silent. "Chester?" Nothing. He knew he shouldn't panic, but the thought of losing Chester again... it terrified him. Not again. Please, not again.
[ Virus Counter: 6 ]
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[ Mimi - Dorms ]
The alarm make Mimi jolt up in bed as she clutched the covers close to her in fear. What... what was happening? Was this a drill? W-why were people screaming? Was there... was there an attack? She threw the covers off her and grabbed her coat. No time to change. She'll have to fight monsters in her jammies. Dae-sama, what do you think is happening? No reply. Dae-sama?
[ Virus Counter: 2 ]
its me debz rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-10)
Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 5:59 pm
dormitories
Leslie snapped out of sleep with raised hackles, a cornered animal immediately, scuttling to the corner of his room like a startled cat. Aleria was silent, but that wasn't unusual. Aleria was absent, and that was, no oppression of cold bearing down on his shoulders, ever watchful. His room was cold. He was cold, and that was never the case.
He had a bad feeling about this.
After some hesitation, Leslie put on one of his good coats. Army surplus, lots of pockets. In one was the antidotes he always carried, ever since the last time.
Leslie shoved out of his room, eyes scanning the horizon for a familiar face.
He'd been sleeping like real s**t since that damn tower. Dreams of shadowy dragons and being consumed by revenge and destruction. The trainee Death Hunter wasn't even in bed when the alarms went off, regulated to graveyard shift duty as punishment for something or another. He didn't even really remember what it was to be honest. He rubbed his eyes and started down the corridor to find out what was going on, gently touching the earring on his left ear.
Yzia, c'mon girl we got work to do.
Nothing.
Yzialin, I know dishwashing is boring but don't fall asleep on me.
Not a single snarky comment in reply.
Yzia? Shortstack?
Not a single response. He frowned and held his hand out to summon her. That usually woke her up in a right start. He waited for the heavy weight of his scythe to appear in his hand. There was nothing. Brad tried several times as he began to sprint down the corridor, to no avail.
Shitshitshitshit. He oculdn't summon Yzia. Yzia wasn't replying.
He had no runic weapons.
s**t he was completely defenseless if something attacked.
The alarms startled Otto from his sleep. Normally, when danger loomed and the alarms blared, he was scared, but he was awake and ready to go.
But... for the first time since being a hunter? He felt.. actually sick.
Otto's stomach hurt. He felt nauseous, and dizzy, and his ears were ringing so badly they hurt like they might bleed. Maebe was right there in bed with him as he struggled to sit up, his hand held over his mouth as he tried not to dry heave or something.
Work.. danger.. they needed... needed to get to work.
He tried to push past the need to stay in bed. Because his life was not so fortunate that he could take a sick day. Tenya, oddly, could not be felt. Nor heard. Was that why he felt ill? Was something keeping him from her?
Otto had managed, somehow, to get into clothes and shoes, but he could not run. He tried to keep a brisk pace with Maebe, wobbling every so often. ********.. what was wrong? Hunters didn't get sick. So ********, that ringing was driving him nuts. It made him wanna puke. Ugh...
Maebe felt fine since the moment she'd woken up from a warm, and satisfying sleep, of course. It was just pure bad luck that Otto suddenly fell ill during a lockdown, and she tried her best not to complain about his piss poor timing (which, of course, she did anyway) as she supported him while they ran down the halls. She got to a point where her shoulder began to ache, and decided that he'd carried her enough in his lifetime.. perhaps it was time to return the favor.
If she could.
She moved forward, bent down, and tried to heft Otto onto her back. It wasn't like she had a chance in hell of carrying him in her arms, but she was pretty sure she could hold him on her back for a while. He was, after all, lean and trim.
And she'd been exercising. A lot. Thanks, lack of sex time.
"If you're going to hurl, tell me in advance so I can put you down, please." She begged, resting her head against his gently. Even if she talked the sass, she was still worried about his sudden illness during a time that could potentially be dangerous. "But until then, I've got you."
[ edit: DAFUQ EVEN JUST HAPPENED DICE D1 CHANCE / D2 GALE / D3 ARORANGI ]
COURTYARD Chance had been sitting out on the grounds when he'd heard the alarm; and several seconds later, the first wave of nausea hit him.
It was similar to being smacked in the stomach by a sledgehammer. He doubled over, gasping and straining for breath, his head spinning unpleasantly as he rolled onto his hands and knees and tried to get up. Standing upright seemed to be a bad idea, because the nausea washed over him in droves, and Chance swayed and staggered, nearly toppling over.
"The ********> he mumbled, swiping a hand through his hair, growing damp with sweat, and took a few tentative steps.
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Chance: Virus Counter: 9 HP: 50
DORMS Gale had been asleep, curled up in bed, but the alarm blared through Deus and he nearly felt out of it, jolting awake with a start and then regretting this decision instantly, because holy hell did he feel terrible. He wasn't entirely certain if it was a combination of all that he'd been through over the past few days, or just the fact that he'd been inhabited by a paranormal being, but either way...
...either way, he was staying far away from Rep and Lucky.
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Gale: Virus Counter: 8 HP: 60
DORMS Arorangi was feeling just as terrible as his unknown counterparts, but he was attempting to power through it with his usual smile and gusto.
He was also looking for both Lydia and Oliver, to make sure they were safe, but that was becoming difficult since it was hard to think straight.
It wasn't the first time something loud had woken him up from him sleep, and it probably wouldn't be the last. The reaction was still the same though, jolting him he soon found himself falling out of his bed with a THUNK against the cold floor.
"Wha-?" He looked around bleerily, before his mind caught up to him and the alarm system blared even louder.
He pondered changing his clothing. Instead Quinn grabbed his coat, slipped it on, and darted out the door. He did though take a second to grab his shoes, and proper pants.
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