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

[Baneful]

Dorms

Rep was with Harrison (of course).

"I don't know if they'll be able to ******** hear us." he said grimly.

((Gotta go out for a bit, back soonish.))

 

[Zoobey]

DORMS

The brush design on the back is rather beautiful, a shape of a dragon. There is nothing else special about the brush other than stray bits of short black hair caught within the bristles.

Bittiface

 

[Zoobey]

DORMS

Silence-

- And then another bang at the door, sealed at the very far end. The runes glow, they are self sustaining, but they do not yield. The sound is quiet, almost unnoticeable for anyone not listening.

Toshihiko Two

 

[mare]

Shiloh might have known a bit about things but he was just as lost as they were as they came to the building. Several people headed towards the hospital looking building, Shiloh assumed to gather supplies as the area seemed quiet, in contrast to the sudden shouting coming from the building straight ahead, where Gale and Stormy had disappeared into and even more muffled sounds coming from a building off to the side.

Shiloh looked distraught, he certainly wished there were three of him, so he could have investigated everything at once. What if someone was hurt? What if there was a bomb somewhere, and he missed it, picking the wrong building?

He let go of Ian's hand without thinking, stepping forward and then hesitating. The main building was probably the most important right? And he should help... Except that every time he helped, he tended to make things worse. In fact, every single time, he'd made things worse. Even now, he was hesitating as shots were beginning to rain down - they'd been spotted, and all of them needed to act fast.

"That building," he said, hoisting up Haruko and heading towards what looked like dorms. Inside a body littered the floor, wearing a distinct white coat that made Shiloh gulp. He climbed past it and up the stairs, and was met with shouts coming from behind the doors, but Wilson was there trying them, and Shiloh paused and though to mimic, but no matter how hard they tugged, nothing budged.

Wilson headed towards the door, and Shiloh, hearing noises coming from the next floor, headed upstairs. Maybe they could find something to open the doors with, and help whoever was inside. What he hadn't been prepared for, however, was to stumble onto Otto and another hunter he didn't immediately recognize, Otto holding a brush, and beyond him, a cabinet with a blonde wig. Even more unnerving, were the framed photos of Charlotte that covered the room.

Shiloh's jaw dropped.

"Where... Where did you get that? Is that all that's there?"

His heart beating noticeably faster and without waiting for an answer, he turned from the cabinet and headed towards the desk, inspecting it.

"I know it's not my place to be giving orders, but if she's here, or was here... Is there anything else in the cabinet?" he asked, reaching for the desk drawer. Anything, anything that could help them.

lilwolfpard

kuroopu

bittiface

zoobey

 

[prolixity]

Hospital

"This mentions a network," Jordan said, and held the folder up. "And something self-aware. Not ominous at all, right." He put it aside and picked up the folder for the next month, 07-1-13.

astrazilla

beejoux

 

[Bittiface]

Otto felt his blood boil. If Sam was alive, How? Why? And What the actual ******** was she doing? Otto chucked the brush across the room in a bout of impatient anger. "******** b***h." He growled under his breath.

The teen looked around the room again. The portraits, the folders, the wig. Was Sam alive and posing as Charlotte? Or was this some other kind of ruse? He wished he was smarter, more cunning.

And then Shyloh appeared. He seemed to have a better head for this, or at least wasn't clouded by bitterness.

"Uh..." Otto turned, and continued to search the cabinet.  

[Zoobey]

HOSPITAL:

The folder contains a stack of papers this time. The first sheet is empty and displays a crudely drawn box. The second is a little more filled in, forms and figures, it seems like shapes all sketched in with red pencil. The third is filled in a little more, there seems to be some sort of room in the sketch, and there seems to be someone bent over some papers. The fourth shows the sketch filled in almost completely, someone pouring over a folder on a desk.

The fifth shows that this someone is Kostya, in the same position as he was currently standing.

astrazilla

 

[Saliru]

Rin deftly pocketed the card and got back to her feet. She noticed Rep and Harrison were ahead investigating the noises. Now was simply not the time to catch up, she felt they had it handled so she moved around them back to the room containing Otto. "I was wrong but I found something," she flashed the card at him and quickly re-pocketed it in case they were being watched. "What did you find?"

bittiface

 

[Carhop Cavalier]

HOSPITAL

A Death hunter? They felt oddly familiar to Lex, a face he'd probably passed a few times while in the halls, maybe even treated at the infirmary. He knelt down, still aiming Regal at the body, and loosened the key card from the dead man's grip.

Zoobey

 

[Zoobey]

Hospital

There is only one box that pops up after the prompt. It goes on top of the password prompt.

Would you like to free Peter Pan?

[ Yes ] [ No ]

Beejoux

 

[Zoobey]

DORMS

There are a set of keys, twelve to be exact. Each is labeled DORMS - 201 - and then a specific number after it. There is nothing else in the drawer except for a photo. On the photo are a bunch of familiar Hunters at the beach: Shiloh, Mimsy, Quinn, and Lucky, looking carefree. Behind them is Sam, walking their direction with ice cream in each hand. The date is labelled [ April 12, 2014 ]

sammpai

 

[Zoobey]

Hospital

The folder read as follows, a series of reports, with the date stamped at the top, and a signature that started with a "S".

If you are reading this, then it isn't too late. It isn't too late for you. You are at the cusp between knowledge and security. Which one do you value more.

If you value security, burn this folder immediately and never look back.

If you value knowledge, turn the page.

prolixity

 

[its me debz]

Hospital

"Not pleasant," he said, eyeing the report in Jordan's hand. "Self-avare never good vhen are refer to AI. Many many many books on this--"

Kostya stared at the papers in the folder, lip slowly curling upwards. There was no mistaking it: his new coat, the outline of Syntax on one arm, his glasses, his haircut. The sketch captured all these details in a vague sense, but connecting them all together-- with where he was standing in that exact moment--

"It is knowing," he murmured, curious. "That I am here."

He held up the drawing.

"Am meaning it in literal sense. Right here. In this second, in this desk. It is me."

After either of them took a look, he folded the papers, pocketing them, and turned to look at the computer screen.

"Hard to say. Need more information. Vhat did type into computer?" Kostya asked Peyton, tone flat. "To bring up prompt?"

He then picked up the next folder, 10-01-13.

prolixity

beejoux

 

[Zoobey]

DORMS

There is nothing else in the cabinet. Perhaps that too was a joke of some sort.

Bittiface