[DCCI - HQ] Prompt 2, partners and assignments!

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Prompt

DCCI: PROMPT 2

Partners x Assignments

Kiuchi x Syrtis
https://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=25265313

Nadia x Alphonse
https://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=25265315

What is an infantryman?

"Infantry is the branch of an army that engages in military combat on foot, distinguished from cavalry, artillery, and tank forces. Also known as foot soldiers, infantry traditionally relies on moving by foot between combats as well, but may also use mounts, military vehicles, or other transport. Infantry make up a large portion of all armed forces in most nations, and typically bear the largest brunt in warfare, as measured by casualties, deprivation, or physical and psychological stress.

The first military forces in history were infantry. In antiquity, infantry were armed with an early melee weapon such as a spear, axe or sword, or an early ranged weapon like a javelin, sling, or bow, with a few infantrymen having both a melee and a ranged weapon."

[thanks, Wikipedia]

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01. DCCI Introduction [includes the most current DM prompt]
02. Navigation [you are here]
03. Your Arrival [story]
04. Welcome to Headquarters [story]
05. Choose your Weapon [story]
06. Thread Rules
07. Contact Me
08. Open Thread

 

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You follow the pin drop in your cell phone GPS to an abandoned lot. You’re in an area of Destiny City that your mother would not feel comfortable leaving you alone in. There are no signs pointing you towards DCCI Headquarters. No trace of the person who told you about it and gave you the pin in the first place. It's starting to get dark, and you’ve been a citizen of Destiny City long enough to know that you want to be somewhere else when the sun goes down. You’re a heartbeat away from retreat when something rubs up against your leg.

You look down.

It’s a cat.

She sits and stares in a way that makes you paranoid there’s something on your nose.

“You must be looking for Headquarters,” she says, at last, “follow me.”

 

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DCCI Headquarters is located in an old warehouse not far from where Ophelia found you. It doesn’t look like much from the outside and in a panic, worried for both your life and your sanity, you try a phone call to your closest relative - but the line falls dead. There’s no signal.

“You won’t be able to use that here until I reprogram it for you,” the cat says.

You can’t tell if she’s scolding you or not.

She takes you inside the warehouse, and then up a flight of iron stairs where there is an iron door.

“Wait here,” the cat says, slipping through a cat flap that looks like it might have been installed just for her.

A moment later the iron door swings open on freshly oiled hinges. Standing on the other side is a woman in a long red skirt, with hair the colour of dark fire. She beams at you, gestures for you to step inside.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she says, “I’m Sailor Vulcan.”  

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The space beyond the Iron Door has been remodelled. It still looks like a room you’d find in a warehouse, but it smells faintly of new paint and fresh wood, and it’s clear that someone has taken pains to make it feel more like a home than a forgotten industrial factory.

There’s a kitchen across the room. Complete with fridge and an island for preparing food. In another corner there’s a television surrounded by an eclectic family of mismatched chairs, and other things that can be used to sit on; a sofa, bean-bag chairs, an old La-Z boy recliner with a large man napping in it.

“That’s my dad,” Vulcan says. “He helped us rebuild this place.”

To your right there’s a set of wooden stairs. They lead to a loft. Vulcan explains that there are bunk beds up there - for anyone who needs a safe place to crash after a long night of patrols.

To your left there’s another door.

“This,” Vulcan says, pushing it open, “is where we train.”  

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As far as gyms go it isn’t the most amazing set-up you’ve ever seen. Everything from the treadmill to the boxing ring is obviously second-hand, and the training mats look worn out, but there’s a complete set of weights in one corner and what looks like a brand new door labelled “shower” so you know you won’t have to go home a sweaty mess.

An assortment of what appear to be everyday household items hang from hooks on the far wall.

“Sometimes when we fight, we have to fight with the most accessible thing,” Vulcan explains, crossing the room to take a golf club off the wall. She swings it so hard through the air that it zings. “Destiny City Infantrymen train with items like these so they’ll be ready for anything on the battlefield.”

Vulcan returns the golf club to the wall, puts her hand on an old battered-looking crowbar.

“I used to protect myself with this,” she says, “My dad patrols with a baseball bat. His code name is Big John.”

And then she smiles.

“Would you like to choose your weapon, soldier?”

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01. Be kind to each other.

02. Unless otherwise stated, this is an OPEN RP thread. That means that as long as you are a member of the DCCI you are free to post here as you like.

03. All RP that takes place here takes place at DCCI Headquarters. If you would like to work on a private RP that takes place at DCCI HQ this is perfectly acceptable, just please link it to me in the plot thread so that I can keep track in the RP Log.

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DCCI: YOUR FIRST PROMPT

You’ve been a full-fledged member of the DCCI for a little under a week. You’re sore from training, but it's only a comfortable ache in your muscles. Nothing too drastic. You’ve learned that there’s a working VCR and a collection of old VHS tapes to go with the television in the common room, and that Big John makes protein pancakes in the morning if you spend the night at HQ.

Today Vulcan has moved your training session downstairs - outside HQ, and deeper into the belly of the old warehouse. You follow her into a large, open space that once upon a time might have been used for receiving packages out of semi-trucks. To your right there is a wall lined with boxes. To your left three garage doors stretch almost to the ceiling. Daylight streams through dusty windows, illuminating the center of the room, where the Page called Syrtis stands with his arms crossed beside something that’s covered in a blue tarp.

It's difficult to see in the low light, but there are fresh scratches on Syrtis’ cheek and on one pectoral muscle. He smiles when you enter.

“How many of you have fought a youma before?”  

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".........................................................."

Vulcan stared in the wake of Nadia's question, expression blank, but with a flush creeping into her cheeks. She smiled at Nadia, then searched the faces of her other students.

"A youma is a creature of darkness."

She cleared her throat.

"They are negaverse minions who will try to take your energy, and the energy of other people who do not know how to defend themselves."

Underneath the tarp something made a hissing sound. Standing beside Nadia, Big John's fingers flexed around the wood of his baseball bat.

"As infantrymen you will learn how to recognize a youma, how to protect yourselves from them, and how to turn them into dust."

Vulcan signalled to John Jr, who pulled back the tarp to reveal a metal cage large enough to hold a St. Bernard. Inside there crouched a youma that looked a little bit like a badger - with a bright blue stripe down its back and four tusks the colour of old parchment paper. It hissed again at being uncovered, long claws scratching at the bottom of the metal cage.

"Some youma come in more familiar animal shapes, like this one. Others look like monsters out of mythology, and some look almost like regular people."

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Being a senshi, and knowing how people thought of them, Kiuchi had kept to the shadows as much as he could. It wasn't just for that reason but also because he could sense the youma in the room, and figured where it was, he trusted the eternal to keep it from getting lose and hurting anyone in the room. The room was, after all, full of civilians and he doubted the white moon senshi would want to see any one of them hurt. It wasn't until the girl, he didn't know her name, appeared clueless, that he stepped out of the shadows on slippered feet.

Speaking up, only once Vulcan was done, he added to what she'd said. "Some can be massive...those would be impossible for you to handle. They take team work." Team work among those who were powered and had magic at their disposal. Those youma wouldn't go down easily to simple objects striking them, if only it was that simple.

Tugging at one of his sleeves the dark mirror senshi of gorgon's drew closer, towards Vulcan herself, and eyed the caged youma. He'd let Vulcan continue talking though, this was her lesson and her group. He would keep close though, just incase, he didn't like youma - they felt wrong. They weren't wraiths, and he did wonder if she'd bring them up, youma were something else...something more dangerous in his opinion.

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Zachary stood towards the back of the assembled crowd, arms crossed over his chest. This was in part because he was one of the taller students in attendance, and he made for a poor window when people were trying to see a 'creature of darkness' for the first time. He also thought this whole display was a terrible ******** idea, and it was easy to see in the frown lines on his face. He didn't trust the badger thing, or the senshi that was...different, however many times it had been explained to him. Mirror senshi? Like the mirror that trapped them all? It was suspect.

He trusted Vulcan, of course, which meant he had to trust Syrtis by extension, but he didn't have to like the fact that they were exposing these fresh faces to a full-on youma right out the gate. In fact, he wasn't going to like it. He one hundred percent disliked it, especially when he considered the girl towards the front asking questions. She didn't need to be out fighting monsters--she needed to go home and be with her family, if she still had that luxury. So many people didn't in Destiny City.

"So what's the MO when we see one of these things? They're strong, fast--deadly, sometimes." He stared at Vulcan for a moment, like he'd just tasted something sour. "Do they even have an easily targeted weakness, or are we just ******** class="quote">

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